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     [ 𝐽𝑢𝑑𝑒 ] OH! WOW! THERE ARE AN AWFUL LOT OF YOU ALREADY HUH? GREAT LET’S GET STARTED THEN?... over

     [ 𝐽𝑢𝑑𝑒 ] MY NAME IS JUDE HARLEY, NICE TO MEET YOU ALL over.

[tritohandvantas]

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     φ𝐷𝑎𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑘;;– ‘ Holy shit... What the hell happened to you? ‘ He looked at his moirail who was now absolutely tiny compared to him. Then again, considering his situation, he was in absolutely no position to talk.

[fickledliight]

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     [ 𝑚𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙𝐶𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑡 ] well, this is a pleasant surprise. good day/morning/evening. whatever time it is for you, my name is nola, and may i ask: who are you?

[tritohandvantas]

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     φ𝐷𝑎𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑘;;– Normally, whenever Dammek left his hive, he tended to keep in the shadows to avoid being seen. Today was different though, considering he still had the higher blood that he was cursed blessed with from whatever the higher power was. Today, Dammek walked outside in plain view, his shades hanging on his shirt to reveal some slightly different colouration in his eyes, and a new sort of air around him as he walked to his moirail’s hive.

     He hadn’t really expected any looks of aw and almost total admiration, it was a complete 180 from what usually happened. Though he ignored it and just whistled to himself. The moment he got to Xefros’ hive, he swung the door open and gave a loud: ‘ Xefros! Buddy, let’s do this shit! ‘ With the door closing behind him, Dammek made his way up to his moirail’s room and practically did a powerslide through the door. ‘ So? Let’s see this sweet loot! ‘

[tritohandvantas]

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     φ𝐷𝑎𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑘;;– ‘ Xefros, Xef, relax! ‘ Dammek landed his other hand onto his moirail’s shoulder. Man, he really took this better than the once rustblood was taking it. Then again, he honestly couldn’t blame Xefros, not when the stakes were like this. Both of them were now what they were trying to fight against and take down. And Dammek could easily map the pros and cons to this.

     While the pros included being able to probably change a few rules if it’s possible, and possibly getting their hands on some information from blissfully unawares highbloods... Of course, there were plenty of cons. They could be targeted if seen by other members of their rebellion who had no idea, some high blood actually being aware of what was happening, or if they slip up. He wasn’t going to tell Xefros that. No, he was going to tell him the pros, and hope it makes it better.

     ‘ Xefros, I want you to breathe. ‘ He started, ‘ just breathe, I need you to listen. Look, this is a horrible situation, I don’t want to be a highblood. But think about the possibilities. Now that we both have this, we can use this to our advantage. I promise it won’t be so bad. ‘

[tritohandvantas]

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     φ𝐷𝑎𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑘;;– ‘ You’re clowning-- ‘ He cast a wide grin over at his moirail... Only for it to disappear when he saw the state of his best friend. This was a little more serious than he had kind of considered it to be. Didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try to lighten the mood, at least, just a little bit. ‘ You’re not clowning? I sense clowns. ‘

     He stepped down off the sill and into Xefros’ respiteblock, his eyes looking around the room like he was checking for something slightly different. Though he didn’t really find anything. Which, he wasn’t really expecting to. ‘ How long is “eventually”, exactly? ‘ He raised his brow as he tried to calculate how long he would have had to wait. Though he already chalked it up to near an eon.

     ‘ Never mind. ‘ He waved his hand to retract that statement. ‘ So this crush of yours, I would like some deets. I might be able to help. What are they like? What makes you think you aren’t worth any ounce of time or affection? My guy, you are absolutely wrong. ‘ Dammek didn’t really care much for relationships in any quadrant-- Besides the one he had with Xefros in the pale quadrant, he loved his moirail. And as his moirail, he was going to help however he could. Though the quality of his advice, that would be something left to be desired.