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PnF/MML Multi-character RP blog. Totally accepting angst/light NSFW and other shiz as long as it's family-friendly - 3 - (You can all submit leads if you all want too)

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Return Of The Nuts

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The little sprout didn’t expect what was coming onto him at all. One moment he was out uncertain during one of his wandering sessions until he bumped into someone bigger. He was that small - His short size gained him his name. Shorty fell back clumsily, and he gave a startled squeak upon seeing who he bumped into. “A-A human?!”

The young pistachion’s first thought was to flee back to his elders. But then he found something familiar about this human. His terror seemed to melt into unease. Unease laced with familiarity. He swore knew only one human with similar face like this. A human that made him cower a little in fear.

“… Are you Milo Murphy?” Asked the sprout, his pupils wide with bubbling fear inside him.

Chance had never met the Pistachions firsthand before, he’d only ever heard the stories from his family. All he knew for certain was that when there was one pistachion, there were surely hundreds if not thousands of them just out of view. Or even in plain sight. So the sight of the little sprout, no matter how small he was, was rather alarming for the middle schooler.

But then there was that question… The tiny plant didn’t seem to know that his brother was an adult. Chance frowned and narrowed his eyes, suspicion entering his gaze.

“No, Milo Murphy’s my big brother, and if he’s stopped you twice already, he’ll stop you again, so don’t even think about trying anything!”

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Shorty backed away instantly as the human seemed to glare right onto him. He had no idea Milo Murphy had a little brother! None of the others told him - Either way, there was one thing on the tiny sprout's mind. If this boy is a brother of Milo Murphy, then he is to be feared... Or at least, that is what the older brothers and sisters that survived the temporal altering that killed their father, and later their older brother Derek. The stories of their deaths still haunted him greatly. But this boy standing, part of Shorty knew he can't just run from him. But stay.

Shorty tried to look brave, as he prepared to reason with the boy. He is nothing like his siblings who would attack a human at first glance. Being the most pacifistic when it came to humans in the first place, Shorty went and relied on peaceful reasoning.

"...I'm not like my father, or Derek, or most of my older brothers and sisters. I can say it all day. And say? Milo has a little brother? Jerry didn't tell me that,"

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Return Of The Nuts

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Chance admittedly hadn’t been looking where he was going. One tended to be a bit distracted when they were trying to escape a seagull intent on getting their food. So when he tripped and crashed into someone, his first instinct as a Murphy was to apologize and offer a hand up.

“Oh, jeez, I’m real sorry about that! Are you alri–”

He paused mid-sentence as he took in the other’s appearance. Green face, framed with pistachio shells, with a bit of leafage sprouting from the top, and an otherwise tree-like figure… It couldn’t be…

“Hey, wait a second! Aren’t you one of those pistachio guys my brother defeated?”

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The little sprout didn't expect what was coming onto him at all. One moment he was out uncertain during one of his wandering sessions until he bumped into someone bigger. He was that small - His short size gained him his name. Shorty fell back clumsily, and he gave a startled squeak upon seeing who he bumped into. "A-A human?!"

The young pistachion's first thought was to flee back to his elders. But then he found something familiar about this human. His terror seemed to melt into unease. Unease laced with familiarity. He swore knew only one human with similar face like this. A human that made him cower a little in fear.

"... Are you Milo Murphy?" Asked the sprout, his pupils wide with bubbling fear inside him.

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"You died." - Block and Anthony/'A' because I'm a horrible person x3

angst & post-angst sentences. | ACCEPTING

A wicked smirk crossed the villain’s face when he heard the man’s whisper. A quirked an eyebrow, striding from his array of surveillance screens to the captured leader of the Bureau. “Oh, did I? I must have missed the memo.” He chuckled, folding his arms behind his back.

“I’m afraid you’re delusional, Mr. Block. I haven’t died. But you will, tomorrow morning. You see, I can’t exactly have a resistance faction running around and trying to disrupt my rule. So, you’ve been scheduled for televised execution tomorrow morning.”

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No word had ever cut Daniel so deeply than the words that came straight out of the mouth of Anthony, his own partner. He's actually going to execute him. He actually undid the great future they had both worked so hard to earn. What for? Daniel had no idea, and he wouldn't dare find out. This... This isn't like the Anthony he loved and looked up to!

"Anthony..." Daniel was trembling as he shakily reached out. "W-What have you done? You did all this? This.. This is exactly how it was before! You wanted to change that hell of a timeline but now..." The man was shaking in utter disbelief and betrayal was very evident in his eyes. His next words came out as barely a whisper.

"...What the hell has happened to you?"

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Tribble in Paradise

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“Ooh Kukalaka! I like that name! Perfect for a teddy bear! Gosh I’d love to hear about his owner - Must be a cool guy if he keeps a bear with him,” Lord Vinnie had excitedly giggled at the prospect of another grown man keeping a childhood teddy bear rather than throw it away. He hugged his own tightly, uncaring if one of its button eyes popped out or not. “My little guy here? Munchie got his name because Lady Florina, she used to play with me with Munchie like this,” He chuckled and played with the bear a bit. “Munch munch munch!” The joyous Second Guardian stiffled a giggle at the old memory.

While his brother relived his childhood, Lord Balthazar had been focused on the tribbles (rolling his eyes amusingly at the immature display) but he had noticed his counterpart’s expression falter. A second’s glance and Guardian’s Senses told him that something had prevented Cavendish from enjoying a childhood full of playthings that any child deserves. He didn’t know exactly what it was, but it saddened him to hear of a child growing up without a single playtime. It doesn’t seem right one bit…

But then, not all children necessarily played with toys. He heard of some Mortal children whose parents are too unfortunate to get playthings for their little ones. But that didn’t stop the parents from teaching their offspring the basics of fun all the while loving them all the way. He hoped that Cavendish had at least experienced all of that as a boy…

At Vinnie’s question now that all the tribbles are in their temporary home, Lord Balthazar and Lord Vinnie shared a glance. With the tribbles in their box and nothing much is left to be done, the Guardians started to think of what they can do next with the Trills. Just when he opened his mouth to speak, a low rumble suddenly sounded from Lord Vinnie’s stomach and the latter grinned meekly.

“Sorry, getting kinda hungry I guess.” Laughed the Second Guardian and he patted his belly. “It’s been quite a while, maybe it’s time we have a snack?” He smiled at the Trills. “Have you guys ever tried fruit before? They’re sweet, and they’re a very good source of vitamins and makes good brunches or.. Whatever you call the meals between lunch and dinner!”

It was clear within moments that Lord Vinnie had made the right call. His Trill counterpart perked up and grinned brightly. “Oh, boy! Yeah, I’ve had fruit, but I’ve never had fruit from this planet before! Man, I’m hungry, are you hungry, Cav?” He looked to his partner, who rolled his eyes and sighed.

“I suppose I could eat. It seems we might be here for at least a day anyway.” Cavendish mused, folding his arms and regarding Vinnie. Then he looked to Lord Balthazar. “Though we should leave a note for your son, in case he wakes up. I can’t imagine how odd it would be for him to wake up and suddenly notice a box full of strange little creatures in the room that clearly weren’t there before.”

Vinnie blinked then nodded, smiling. “Yeah. I mean, I certainly wouldn’t be complaining if I woke up and found tribbles in my room. But then again, that’s just me.” He stood next to his Anacardian counterpart, barely restraining himself from putting his arm around his shoulders. “But I’ll leave that to you two Cavs. So, uh, Lord Vinnie. Tell me more about the kind of food ya got here!”

Cavendish rolled his eyes once more and cast an apologetic look towards Lord Balthazar. “I am terribly sorry about Dax. I suppose after living twelve lives he’s thrown his inhibitions to the wind.” He clasped his hands together almost anxiously, casting a glance towards the tribble box. He personally wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to leave them unsupervised, but in the end, Dax outranked him, so it wasn’t his call to make.

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"Oh, ever since he's come home Milo's always been waking up to weird things.. Or at least, things that are weird to him. The tribbles aren't any different." Lord Balthazar gazed down at his sleeping son while speaking. He gently pulled up the quilt to cover Milo before standing up before the group. Yes; It is indeed nearly lunchtime and it would be impolite to keep the guests from starving. He cast a final look at the toy box containing the little balls of fur. "I pray they don't become too ravenous for fruit or there is bound to be some competition for food sources.." He winced and then he led the group out of the room.

Lord Vinnie was already the first upfront especially since Dax had shown excitement at the chance to taste foreign food. "There's so much varieties you gotta try! We've got golden pears, mango-apples, acai berries and-"

The younger Guardian was practically listing down every single fruit there ever is in Anacardia even during their walk downstairs to go outside the palace. Lord Balthazar rolled his eyes, giving his twin a look of relating. "Well your Vinnie certainly isn't any different from mine. Sometimes he may be a goof and a gluttonous pig." He snorted at that sentence but his tone softened at the next. "But believe me when I say this - whenever there's a serious occurrence, my Vinnie has a tendency to take charge of things from there or when he needs to. He most certainly did when I.. Couldn't be with him and our other brothers and sister due to a mishap..."

Lord Balthazar's eyes had grown distant with memory and he averted his gaze. The thin fleck of crimson can be seen on the arctic blue of his left pupil and it seemed to glisten as its owner brought up the bad memory. However, the elder Guardian quickly gained ahold of himself and focused upfront.

The group had already reached the outdoor area where they'd be grabbing lunch; A plantation of trees bearing different varieties of fruits and even Pistachios, which is the most common nut in Anacardia. Lord Vinnie got to work on harvesting some of those along with fruit while Lord Balthazar escorted their guests to sit on nearby tree stumps with shapes that coincidentally formed a table and chairs. The Guardian chuckled. "I bet you haven't seen this much greenery before in your entire lives. It's basically the result of our families' green thumbs." He gazed over the lovely scenery. "This plantation is Verity Palace's property and all the Flora here was planted by our ancestors which was then taken care of by every new generation that comes."

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Have some assorted Melissa Zone moments aka the Anacardia / Steven Universe AU!

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Tribble in Paradise

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“Hmm I hope the tribbles like fruit and drowssap flowers,” Lord Vinnie hummed. “Those are pretty much what our small herbivores like to eat. And the drowssap flowers make the critters relax,” He then smiled at the old toy box once more and he could barely contain his excitement in seeing the tribbles inside the box. Also he hadn’t seen his childhood possessions for over and hundred or more years since he grew up. His hand brushed against the wood as he dwelled in his old memories.

“My mother Lordess Florina painted this actually,” Lord Vinnie explained with nostalgia in his tone. “And the Guardians before us just loved to spoil us with all the best toys when we were kids!” He grinned slyly. “I got spoiled the most because I was just the cutest,” Lord Balthazar shot him an eye roll as he opened the box. The skin below his eyes raised slightly. “Ah, more like because your toys always wind up in the mud or pricked with hay strands and Father couldn’t bear to see you risk your hygiene,”

His eyes caught a glimpse inside the box and he took off the old blanket sheet that was covering all the contents. True to Lord Balthazar’s word, the box contained a lot of old toys and blankets; All childhood possessions the Guardians used to have, ranging from wooden toys, plush animals and dolls that used to be Lordess Savannah’s.

“I can’t believe how long it’s been. I remember growing out of using these things after I turned fifteen!” The Elder Guardian quietly said in reminiscing while he took out the solid toys and some old children’s books to leave out only the the soft things inside the box.

While he did that, Lord Vinnie too was looking through the box and with a grin forming on his face, he pulled out a rather large teddy bear that’s about the size of a small child. The toy still had its flowery scent like all the other toys but it was messy in appearance. Due to age, the mud that drenched the bear in all places had completely dried up, matting the bear’s plush fur.

Lord Vinnie sniffed it deeply and he was hugging it tightly, feeling like more than a dozen years younger in holding the old possession for the first time in years. “Aw Munchie I missed you! You’re still your muddy self as always!” He cooed in joy while snuggling the soft toy.

Lord Balthazar looked on with an eye roll and he finished taking out all the hard toys and books leaving only the softness of old blankets and other stuffed animals inside the box. After that, he ignited his hand in magic and he conjured more than enough slices of fruit and drowssap flowers for the tribbles to eat; Placing them in a neat pile at the corner of the box. The Tribble nest is finally done.

“Eh, they’re tribbles, they’ll eat pretty much anything.” Vinnie shrugged and smiled, watching his counterpart begin to reminisce about his childhood upon seeing the old toy box. It was truly heartwarming, and it got him thinking about his own childhood. He walked over to the pair of Guardians as they began tidying out the box, resting his hands on his hips.

Cavendish looked over from the bookshelf and watched from there as well, a slight pang reaching him as he recalled having been one of those children that tried to grow up too soon. Even now, he tried to project himself as older than he truly was. Trying to act like a joined Trill, as some of the Symbiosis Commission disdainfully put it. Vinnie, on the other hand, seemed to be in kindred spirit with his counterpart, musing, “Aw, you had a big teddy bear! It’s so cute! Oh, man, when I was a kid I had this stuffed sehlat doll that was about that size. I’d sleep with it every night, it made for the perfect pillow.”

“Oh, and my eighth and ninth hosts knew this guy who had a little teddy bear named Kukalaka, he always kept it in his quarters no matter where he was assigned. I’ll have to tell you about that guy some time, cause boy do I have some stories about him!” Vinnie rambled on as the pair of Guardians prepared the tribble box.

At last, when the tribble nest was ready, Cavendish walked over and began picking up the eleven tribbles on the bed in order to carefully plop them into the box. Once the last of the tribbles were set in the nest, Cavendish stood up straight and dusted his hands off. “There, that should do it for now. Hopefully that will keep them occupied. Wouldn’t you say, Dax?” He sighed and glanced at Vinnie, who was starting to look over the other toys and books that had been set aside with a wistful expression.

Vinnie seemed to suddenly realize Cavendish was looking at him, and he quickly set the toy in his hands down, clearing his throat. ”Ah– Yeah, I’d say the little guys will do just fine in there. So… now what should we do?” He looked at Lord Balthazar, recognizing him as the de facto leader of their little group.

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"Ooh Kukalaka! I like that name! Perfect for a teddy bear! Gosh I'd love to hear about his owner - Must be a cool guy if he keeps a bear with him," Lord Vinnie had excitedly giggled at the prospect of another grown man keeping a childhood teddy bear rather than throw it away. He hugged his own tightly, uncaring if one of its button eyes popped out or not. "My little guy here? Munchie got his name because Lady Florina, she used to play with me with Munchie like this," He chuckled and played with the bear a bit. "Munch munch munch!" The joyous Second Guardian stiffled a giggle at the old memory.

While his brother relived his childhood, Lord Balthazar had been focused on the tribbles (rolling his eyes amusingly at the immature display) but he had noticed his counterpart's expression falter. A second's glance and Guardian's Senses told him that something had prevented Cavendish from enjoying a childhood full of playthings that any child deserves. He didn't know exactly what it was, but it saddened him to hear of a child growing up without a single playtime. It doesn't seem right one bit...

But then, not all children necessarily played with toys. He heard of some Mortal children whose parents are too unfortunate to get playthings for their little ones. But that didn't stop the parents from teaching their offspring the basics of fun all the while loving them all the way. He hoped that Cavendish had at least experienced all of that as a boy...

At Vinnie's question now that all the tribbles are in their temporary home, Lord Balthazar and Lord Vinnie shared a glance. With the tribbles in their box and nothing much is left to be done, the Guardians started to think of what they can do next with the Trills. Just when he opened his mouth to speak, a low rumble suddenly sounded from Lord Vinnie's stomach and the latter grinned meekly.

"Sorry, getting kinda hungry I guess." Laughed the Second Guardian and he patted his belly. "It's been quite a while, maybe it's time we have a snack?" He smiled at the Trills. "Have you guys ever tried fruit before? They're sweet, and they're a very good source of vitamins and makes good brunches or.. Whatever you call the meals between lunch and dinner!"

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War Days - AU of Orton's Past

• Growing up, Orton had a friend named Charles Barr (who eerily looks like a blonde Mr Block). Charles was a quiet fellow and only speaks when he needs to. He has grown up in a line of men working for the Navy as commanders and he too is destined to be one. Orton had cast a little sunshine in his life and being the innocent tween back then, had his share of goofing off until he and Orton had to part ways; With Charles moving out of New Zealand to work for the Navy with the promise to see his friend again.

• For the period that followed, Charles had never been in touch with Orton at all and it wasn't until about a year later did Orton finally get an email from Charles, telling him that he's returned. The message had been blunt, but Orton didn't care; He was seeing his best friend again for the first time in years and he was on his way.

• When Charles returned, he had changed altogether. He was completely devoid of any smiles and he often looked exhausted. He never smiled. He never laughed at Orton's jokes anymore let alone respond much to his happy talk. His body was covered in all sorts of scars but those were nothing compared to what his heart had to go through. Poor Orton was so confused.. He doesn't understand; Charles had moved out of NZ a smiling man. But now, he's nothing like the old Charles Orton used to know..

• It took Orton a good while to realize that his friend had suffered in fighting for the country and amidst the shame for being so disappointed with his friend's new attitude, he felt all of Charles's agony pounding his heart into pieces. This is pretty much what caused him to be very empathetic in the end. And it was also what made Orton decide that he wanted to suffer like Charles did too, so the two can have a fair understanding.

• Naturally, Charles was completely against Orton joining the military team he's in. But knowing he did owe his only good friend his presence, he relented. And he made sure that Orton acted in line both during the training and on the field.

"This is the army, not college. So you wanna be a soldier? Act like a soldier. Trust me when I say that it'll help you out here."

• In his time with the Navy, Orton had learnt and he trained hard to become the skilled soldier needed by the team; He was given the role of field medic, but Orton insisted that he learn battlefield techniques and join the fight too - Which Charles took the time to train him about during the nights as their bonding.

•Socializing with the soldiers, aside Commander Charles, wasn't entirely easy for Orton and he was the misfit of the comrades due to his sunny attitude. Even when they're about to go out to battle (even the actual one), it was always tradition for Orton to give his sunny, motivation speeches to strengthen the team's hearts for the upcoming battles. Some comrades saw this as ridiculous, but Charles is quick to give them a threatening glare should they dare word against Orton for it.

• During a war defending the tri-state area, Charles ends up fatally wounded just nearing the opponents' surrendering and he lies in Orton's arms, giving him a last few choice words along with making Orton keep the promise to keep being cheerful.

"...You're a wonderful friend, Otter.. You've already brought the kind sunshine on my life. Now go do it for everybody else..."

The commander than dies and Orton trembles amidst sobs as he nods shakily; His hand holding Charles' until it limply slides down. Following the funeral and burial of his friend, Orton had gone back to New Zealand to grieve in recluse. Charles had been buried near Danville, and Orton would go there to visit his grave.

• A few months later, the tri-state area had returned to light and Orton had moved to live in Danville, only going back to NZ for his acting career. He kept smiling. Sure he had his goofy and awkward ways as he used to, but Orton had been a walking angel giving off nothing but sunshine and kindness and in turn, he became loved for it.

• Soon, he got to meet his new friends in Cavendish, Dakota and young Milo. And then there's Mr Block who eventually came and filled the void Charles had left behind. Orton got live the perfect love life he (and Charles) could have had all those years ago had. He was truly happy once again. But then even until now, Orton still contained his aggressive soldier spirit under all that sunshine in his heart and he still knew how to use dangerous weapons. But that's another story...

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Tribble in Paradise

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Lord Balthazar felt great excitement course through him as his wonders regarding his Trill self knowing the piano turned out to be true. And to further hear that he was into books just like he is, he felt even more happier. “I’ll be happy to let you have some to take home once your ship is fixed,” He smiled even more when he watched the trill play the experimental notes. “And maybe some sheet music your group will find absolutely unique. Knowing us you could easily master them given the time!” He winked and setting one last look on his sleeping son, went into a closet room full of all green or white clothes to get what he came for.

As he did, the Vinnies are left to sit on the bed while all the tribbles were lying on the pillows around Milo’s head and resembling a furry scarf wrapped around his head; A sight that made Lord Vinnie chuckle. “Yeah i think he’s gonna love the little furballs as much as we do too,”

His expression faltered at sensing the sadness in his twin’s voice. While he considered asking, a clear idea formed in mind. He felt great sympathy wash over. He decided against talking about it though. “I hope the little guys like their temporary place since the last thing we want is to have them all over the palace,” He chuckled. “The others have the seen them yet and Brick might hit them with a broom while freaking out,”

He picked up a lone tribble to put it with the others while Lord Balthazar finally came in with a large, rectangular shaped box made of wood and painted like any toy box with all the little animals and flowers. The box’s color had clearly faded with age but it was dust-free for it had been cleaned in a quick spell. Lord Vinnie grinned in recognizing the container.

“Aw finally you found it!”

During the wait while Lord Balthazar searched the closet, Cavendish would look over the bookshelves, searching for anything that might catch his eye. He could barely believe that his counterpart was truly going to let him take some with him! It was a kindness that he certainly didn’t anticipate, but he was grateful nonetheless.

Vinnie sat calmly with his double, a smile on his face as he simply listened to the tribbles cooing and trilling. “As long as it’s soft and we keep them fed, hopefully they won’t go looking for food. Like I said earlier, we should expect a new litter per tribble every 12 hours or so.”

And then Lord Balthazar emerged triumphantly with the box, causing the time agents to perk up and relief filling Cavendish’s expression. “Ah! It looks like the perfect size for the time being!”

“Aw, it’s really cute!” Vinnie smiled softly and stood up, tilting his head as he regarded the old toy box. “Yeah, I think the little guys will love this!”

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"Hmm I hope the tribbles like fruit and drowssap flowers," Lord Vinnie hummed. "Those are pretty much what our small herbivores like to eat. And the drowssap flowers make the critters relax," He then smiled at the old toy box once more and he could barely contain his excitement in seeing the tribbles inside the box. Also he hadn't seen his childhood possessions for over and hundred or more years since he grew up. His hand brushed against the wood as he dwelled in his old memories.

"My mother Lordess Florina painted this actually," Lord Vinnie explained with nostalgia in his tone. "And the Guardians before us just loved to spoil us with all the best toys when we were kids!" He grinned slyly. "I got spoiled the most because I was just the cutest," Lord Balthazar shot him an eye roll as he opened the box. The skin below his eyes raised slightly. "Ah, more like because your toys always wind up in the mud or pricked with hay strands and Father couldn't bear to see you risk your hygiene,"

His eyes caught a glimpse inside the box and he took off the old blanket sheet that was covering all the contents. True to Lord Balthazar's word, the box contained a lot of old toys and blankets; All childhood possessions the Guardians used to have, ranging from wooden toys, plush animals and dolls that used to be Lordess Savannah's.

"I can't believe how long it's been. I remember growing out of using these things after I turned fifteen!" The Elder Guardian quietly said in reminiscing while he took out the solid toys and some old children's books to leave out only the the soft things inside the box.

While he did that, Lord Vinnie too was looking through the box and with a grin forming on his face, he pulled out a rather large teddy bear that's about the size of a small child. The toy still had its flowery scent like all the other toys but it was messy in appearance. Due to age, the mud that drenched the bear in all places had completely dried up, matting the bear's plush fur.

Lord Vinnie sniffed it deeply and he was hugging it tightly, feeling like more than a dozen years younger in holding the old possession for the first time in years. "Aw Munchie I missed you! You're still your muddy self as always!" He cooed in joy while snuggling the soft toy.

Lord Balthazar looked on with an eye roll and he finished taking out all the hard toys and books leaving only the softness of old blankets and other stuffed animals inside the box. After that, he ignited his hand in magic and he conjured more than enough slices of fruit and drowssap flowers for the tribbles to eat; Placing them in a neat pile at the corner of the box. The Tribble nest is finally done.

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Tribble in Paradise

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“Well if there’s the four of us, I guess it’s safe to say that everyone in our places has copies of each other,” Lord Vinnie winced at the mention of Admiral Block but relaxed when his trill counterpart described Block’s counterpart; Those two are definitely far different. “I don’t know how he is but I sure hope your Admiral Block isn’t as cruel as ours. Now that’s a kind of Block we’d love to see,” He forced a smile. Though it failed to mask his underlying trauma entirely. Orton hadn’t been the only one affected by Lord Block…

The younger Guardian stood back as Lord Balthazar opened a green door covered with gold details matching his uniform scarf. The excitement of seeing his childhood possessions again and making their place home for the tribbles made him grin excitedly.

“This is the place alright.” Lord Balthazar said to his counterpart with an excited smile. “If you and I are very similar I think you’re going to love the interior of this place,” He opened the door wider as he said this and the group went inside…

Just like the gathering rooms and halls downstairs, Lord Balthazar’s room was absolutely spacious; A room perfectly fit for a king which Lord Balthazar and four others technically are. But it wasn’t the space that caught attention. Rather, it was how everything in the room is colored green and the fact that it was made to be a bedroom and a study bunched in one, evident by the bookshelves, desk and… Even a grand piano in all its shiny glory; A paradise for a Cavendish indeed. The elder briefly wondered if such instrument existed in the Trills’ home.

Another thing caught the attention of the group including Lord Balthazar and they turned to see a steadily rising and lowering movement under the thick quilt of the canopy bed. A certain boy and his dog laid right in the center of the bed - Tucked in, and his head literally sunk into the soft pillows leaving only his brown cowlick sticking out.

Both Guardians smiled adoringly at Milo as he napped on. “Somebody’s tired out from playing in the woods.” Lord Balthazar gently caressed his son’s head and the boy smiled in his sleep, curling up further in comfort.

Lord Vinnie smiled proudly at the trills. “This is Milo, my most awesome nephew and Balthy’s son.” He let the tribbles scatter on the wide softness that was his elder brother’s bed. For once, his elder didn’t mind the nickname for being around his child had softened him.

Vinnie would quietly rest a hand on his double’s arm, picking up on his distress. He definitely had a bad feeling about the kind of things their boss’s double got up to. Instead of prying, though, he simply offered a moment of comfort, before their attention once again returned to the matter at hand.

Cavendish perked up as Balthazar addressed him directly, blue eyes gazing intently at his doppelganger before they’d enter the room. Indeed, the Trill let out a gasp of wonder as he looked around. “Books, actual books!” He rushed over to the bookshelves, peering over them in fascination. It was perfect, even for someone so far in the future. And then, he spotted the piano. “A-ahh… Oh, my goodness, it’s beautiful.”

He approached the piano, delicately running his fingers over the shiny wood. “I was in an orchestra group once, when I was posted to the Tereshkova. I was their best concert piano player. Granted, I was their only concert piano player… but I was good at it.” Cavendish mused, very lightly tapping a couple keys to play soft notes.

He didn’t play anything louder, though, having taken note of the sleeping child like the others did. There was a strange look on Vinnie’s face upon seeing the sleeping Milo, and then an almost wistful, longing smile. “Milo, huh?” Just like Cadet Murphy… He thought to himself.

It was odd… after having been a mother four times and a father twice now, he still felt that longing to have a child in this life. Perhaps that was Jadzia’s influence, her life having been cut short just as she had begun trying for a child herself. Regardless, Vinnie smiled fondly at the sleeping boy.

“He’s a cute kid… you guys are lucky.” He looked at his lookalike, before his attention returned to Milo. “Well… until we get the nesting box all ready, he gets to sleep with the tribbles. Lucky kid.”

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Lord Balthazar felt great excitement course through him as his wonders regarding his Trill self knowing the piano turned out to be true. And to further hear that he was into books just like he is, he felt even more happier. “I’ll be happy to let you have some to take home once your ship is fixed,” He smiled even more when he watched the trill play the experimental notes. “And maybe some sheet music your group will find absolutely unique. Knowing us you could easily master them given the time!” He winked and setting one last look on his sleeping son, went into a closet room full of all green or white clothes to get what he came for.

As he did, the Vinnies are left to sit on the bed while all the tribbles were lying on the pillows around Milo’s head and resembling a furry scarf wrapped around his head; A sight that made Lord Vinnie chuckle. “Yeah i think he’s gonna love the little furballs as much as we do too,”

His expression faltered at sensing the sadness in his twin’s voice. While he considered asking, a clear idea formed in mind. He felt great sympathy wash over. He decided against talking about it though. “I hope the little guys like their temporary place since the last thing we want is to have them all over the palace,” He chuckled. “The others have the seen them yet and Brick might hit them with a broom while freaking out,”

He picked up a lone tribble to put it with the others while Lord Balthazar finally came in with a large, rectangular shaped box made of wood and painted like any toy box with all the little animals and flowers. The box’s color had clearly faded with age but it was dust-free for it had been cleaned in a quick spell. Lord Vinnie grinned in recognizing the container.

“Aw finally you found it!”

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Tribble in Paradise

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The two Pistachions exchanged shrugs and looked at the pairs of their superiors as they went inside; Very aware that there’s two of them but they pretty much shrugged it off considering the Anacardian humans tend to have very weird stuff in their sleeves.

Lord Vinnie grinned and waved after the two as they went further inside, turning to his counterpart. “That’s Sid and Dennis, two of the best guards we’ve ever had! They’re cool with anybody but.. The Gethens.” His voice lowered at the name of their enemy. “They’re a bad bunch. So the last thing we want is them breaking in and causing havoc upon us. Especially my youngest brother.”

Lord Balthazar also flinched at the mention of the Gethens. “Now even if our mansion is heavily secured and not to mention, built with the hardest rock and marble, we must never relax fully when it comes to security.” Lord Balthazar explained to their alien guests. “Those sneaky monsters are led by their vicious king, Lord Block. A very crafty and monstrous one he is… But the pain he’s caused us is nothing compared to what my brother Orton felt..” He bit his lip and glared briefly on the carpeted floor as they walked on.

The group kept walking down the spacious hallways until they reached the grand-looking staircase complete with carpet along the steps. Large chandeliers hung in nearly every ceiling of every main gathering area they passed and even the walls were just as gorgeous. Highly detailed paintings of the Great Goddess along with those of Anacardian Guardians (Lords Balthazar and Vinnie included) decorated both sides of the walls and there was this plantlike aroma that never left, acting as a form of relaxant to the Palace dwellers.

It was a peaceful silence to say the least after the Lords’ brief tension; And soon, they made it to the bedroom corridors. A whole line of doors lining both walls each. Five of the doors however, were colored differently from the common brown all the other doors had - The Guardian’s Bedrooms.

There was some new information that they hadn’t expected. From all the pair of Trills had seen so far, this place was very peaceful. To learn they had enemies was rather surprising, to say the least. It distracted the pair entirely from the awe-inspiring scenery around them. Cavendish frowned softly, and it seemed that Vinnie read his mind, as he whispered to his partner, “Weren’t you the one fussing about the Prime Directive earlier? We can’t do anything to intervene with whatever’s going on there.”

“I know… But it is sad to know that even here, it’s not entirely peaceful. I can’t help but wish I could help somehow.” Cavendish murmured in return, holding the tribbles in his arms a bit closer and listening to them coo.

As the leader of the Gethens was named, though, both agents did a double take. “Wait– back up a second. Lord Block?” Vinnie asked incredulously. “But that’s the same name as our boss! Admiral Block! Granted, I… I highly doubt that this Lord Block guy is blue, white-haired, with a pair of antennae… but still, that’s a weird coincidence!”

“What’s next? I’m sure next thing you guys are gonna tell me is that you also have lookalikes for our colleagues in the Time Bureau!” Vinnie couldn’t help but quip, hoping it would lighten the mood before the group fell into peaceful silence. This time, the pair actually found themselves able to admire the scenery around them… and of course, Vinnie’s suspicions were confirmed upon seeing the paintings, which stunned the pair of them into even more silence. Not only were their coworkers here as Guardians, it seemed like the famed Captain Mahlson had a lookalike as well. And finally, there they were. Outside the bedrooms of the Guardians.

Cavendish blinked as Vinnie dumped the remaining tribbles into his arms, and they drew a bit closer to their doubles. “So… I suppose this is the place?” Cavendish spoke up timidly, regarding his counterpart.

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"Well if there's the four of us, I guess it's safe to say that everyone in our places has copies of each other," Lord Vinnie winced at the mention of Admiral Block but relaxed when his trill counterpart described Block's counterpart; Those two are definitely far different. "I don't know how he is but I sure hope your Admiral Block isn't as cruel as ours. Now that's a kind of Block we'd love to see," He forced a smile. Though it failed to mask his underlying trauma entirely. Orton hadn't been the only one affected by Lord Block...

The younger Guardian stood back as Lord Balthazar opened a green door covered with gold details matching his uniform scarf. The excitement of seeing his childhood possessions again and making their place home for the tribbles made him grin excitedly.

"This is the place alright." Lord Balthazar said to his counterpart with an excited smile. "If you and I are very similar I think you're going to love the interior of this place," He opened the door wider as he said this and the group went inside...

Just like the gathering rooms and halls downstairs, Lord Balthazar's room was absolutely spacious; A room perfectly fit for a king which Lord Balthazar and four others technically are. But it wasn't the space that caught attention. Rather, it was how everything in the room is colored green and the fact that it was made to be a bedroom and a study bunched in one, evident by the bookshelves, desk and... Even a grand piano in all its shiny glory; A paradise for a Cavendish indeed. The elder briefly wondered if such instrument existed in the Trills' home.

Another thing caught the attention of the group including Lord Balthazar and they turned to see a steadily rising and lowering movement under the thick quilt of the canopy bed. A certain boy and his dog laid right in the center of the bed - Tucked in, and his head literally sunk into the soft pillows leaving only his brown cowlick sticking out.

Both Guardians smiled adoringly at Milo as he napped on. "Somebody's tired out from playing in the woods." Lord Balthazar gently caressed his son's head and the boy smiled in his sleep, curling up further in comfort.

Lord Vinnie smiled proudly at the trills. "This is Milo, my most awesome nephew and Balthy's son." He let the tribbles scatter on the wide softness that was his elder brother's bed. For once, his elder didn't mind the nickname for being around his child had softened him.

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Block and Orton - "I want the K" (cuz I need more kisses in my life xD)

Send me two characters and “I want the K” and I’ll generate a number for them! | ACCEPTING

17. Cheek Kiss

It was early in the morning, in the year 2175. Orton’s little vacation from his stressful life in the 60s was going well so far. Block had stopped feeling so on edge, and the nightmares of losing Orton had become less and less. He noted with relief that Orton seemed to be in a better state of mind as well.

Block was in his pajamas, padding around the kitchen with bare feet as he prepared breakfast: coffee, bacon, and scrambled eggs. He spotted Orton sitting at the table patiently, and a soft smile came to his face. “Good morning, Orton. Did you sleep well?” He asked, stepping across the room in order to place a soft kiss to his partner’s cheek, as he handed him a nice, hot cup of coffee.

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Orton squirmed and is grinning from the sweet gesture as he beamed at his beloved partner with eyes so full of life. In a similar way to Block, spending time away from his rough life did the job and Orton had never felt so lively. The past few days have been nothing but warmth and excitement as the nights were all love and cuddles.

"I've never woken up so refreshed for ages, Danny. Of course I slept well, thanks to you." He stood up so he can give Block a kiss in return. Because he was taller, his knees were kept bent to enable him to smooch Block's forehead. He took the cup offered to him and he nuzzled Block once more.

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Tribble in Paradise

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“Ah that’s nice to hear,” Lord Balthazar smiled. “I’d love to hear more of your Starfleet group when possible. I’m curious to know how the ways of your group turn out,” He gazed forward and for a moment, he considered flying to the Palace like he and Lord Vinnie always did. But for now, walking is an option considering it’s impolite to let the guests lag behind.

With that, the elder Guardian began to take the lead the the group made way to the Palace. He began conversing with Cavendish as they walked on, particularly about the Palace grounds the aliens are about to enter for the very first time. “When you enter the place it’ll be wise to expect a great amount of spaciousness and luxurious displays. You might also come across some of the Palace servants and possibly even my other brothers and sister who are Guardians as well.” He let out a chuckle. “And of course, expect a bit of mishaps around since it’s from a magical condition my son had. But don’t worry, the Palace itself is prepared to withstand such things!”

While he and Cavendish were talking, the Vinnies too were having their own moment. In a similar fashion to his trill counterpart, Lord Vinnie would gain the further step and he was happily mingling with his twin while holding some tribbles.

“Are you kidding me? It’s not everyday we get out-of-this-world people aside from the Mortals visiting us! It’s an honor have you both here and fixing your ship is merely the least we could do,” Lord Vinnie shrugged with a chuckle. “After all, we definitely need to get you back to your group. And the tribbles too so they could get neutered,” He cuddled one of them close. “Though I think it’ll be great to have some of these guys roaming around Anacardia! It’ll be a blast having a horde of tribbles running around!”

Lord Vinnie’s excited exclamation reached Lord Balthazar’s ears and he cringed. “I knew he’d want to do that.. It’s a good thing we have our native predators,” His collected expression lightened at the sight of the very familiar palace building come to view and he smiled at the trills from over his shoulder. He had sensed Cavendish’s momentary distress. He hoped a look inside the palace will lessen that for it hurt him seeing someone in distress.

“We’re here,” Lord Balthazar put on a smile and he floated forward then landed before the two doors that led to the interior of the large, mansion-like building that housed the whole of Anacardia’s royalty. The pair of Pistachion guards standing on duty loyally bowed before their two superiors and opened the doors; Granting the group entrance.

The conversation with their doubles was a nice way to pass the time until they reached the palace. It was good, as Cavendish definitely needed some chit-chat to occupy his mind. He tended to let his worries get the better of him, which Vinnie had a feeling was one reason he had been deemed unsuitable for joining again and again.

Finally, they arrived at the palace in one piece, and fortunately none of the tribbles had escaped during the trip there. Cavendish and Vinnie couldn’t help but gape in awe for a moment, a wide smile crossing Vinnie’s face. “Oh, wow, this is some incredible architecture! It’s been a while since I’ve seen anything this magnificent! What is this made of? Oh, I wish I’d grabbed my tricorder before we left the shuttle!”

Spotting the Pistachion guards, Vinnie’s smile only grew. “Plantiform life! Oh, aren’t you amazing? Lieutenant Commander Vinnie Dax, pleasure to meet you! That’s my partner, Lieutenant Cavendish!”

This time it was Cavendish’s turn to try to reign his partner in. “Dax, please, calm down. I’m sure we’ll have time to mingle with the locals later on. Right now, we must focus.” He gave a little nod toward the guards and a sheepish smile. “I apologize, do forgive my partner. His eighth host was a science officer, his seventh a diplomat, and he still very much enjoys meeting new lifeforms.”

“Come along now, let’s go.” Cavendish would guide Vinnie along into the palace behind their doubles, making sure his partner wouldn’t get too sidetracked. Not that he really blamed him, the whole situation was really rather fascinating once they got past the initial circumstances that brought them here.

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The two Pistachions exchanged shrugs and looked at the pairs of their superiors as they went inside; Very aware that there's two of them but they pretty much shrugged it off considering the Anacardian humans tend to have very weird stuff in their sleeves.

Lord Vinnie grinned and waved after the two as they went further inside, turning to his counterpart. "That's Sid and Dennis, two of the best guards we've ever had! They're cool with anybody but.. The Gethens." His voice lowered at the name of their enemy. "They're a bad bunch. So the last thing we want is them breaking in and causing havoc upon us. Especially my youngest brother."

Lord Balthazar also flinched at the mention of the Gethens. "Now even if our mansion is heavily secured and not to mention, built with the hardest rock and marble, we must never relax fully when it comes to security." Lord Balthazar explained to their alien guests. "Those sneaky monsters are led by their vicious king, Lord Block. A very crafty and monstrous one he is... But the pain he's caused us is nothing compared to what my brother Orton felt.." He bit his lip and glared briefly on the carpeted floor as they walked on.

The group kept walking down the spacious hallways until they reached the grand-looking staircase complete with carpet along the steps. Large chandeliers hung in nearly every ceiling of every main gathering area they passed and even the walls were just as gorgeous. Highly detailed paintings of the Great Goddess along with those of Anacardian Guardians (Lords Balthazar and Vinnie included) decorated both sides of the walls and there was this plantlike aroma that never left, acting as a form of relaxant to the Palace dwellers.

It was a peaceful silence to say the least after the Lords' brief tension; And soon, they made it to the bedroom corridors. A whole line of doors lining both walls each. Five of the doors however, were colored differently from the common brown all the other doors had - The Guardian's Bedrooms.

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Tribble in Paradise

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“Ah so your kind wears different colored clothing according to position as well? How interesting - Teal I must say is a pretty good color to represent those of the Healer status,” Lord Balthazar complimented and his expression sank in feeling a bit of sympathy for his trill counterpart. Lord Balthazar flinched at this and also the fact that neither he nor his Vinnie were the right people to neuter the particular animal. Cavendish was right. These critters need to be placed somewhere.. And he might know just where.

“I think there’s someplace nice for the tribbles. It’s not much really. Just an old plaything chest I keep back in my room,” Lord Balthazar sheepishly blushed at bringing up the ancient toybox he, Lord Vinnie and their other three siblings were very fond of in the past. “We haven’t used it much other than to put in old clothes and blankets along with any old toy we used to play with. So naturally it’s never been touched for years ever since we’ve reached maturity.”

Lord Vinnie looked surprised at this revelation. “Wow I didn’t know you still have that thing! I thought you’d gotten rid of it and all our old things after our coronation as young adults!” He gave a yelp when one of the tribbles at Lord Balthazar’s feet somehow lept up at him to rest on his shoulder. “They must be really dusty by now!”

In response, Lord Balthazar huffed and rolled his eyes. “And I’m hearing thing from the boy who loved to play with his stuffed animals in the mud and never likes having them washed,” He grimaced at remembering a distant memory back when he and Lord Vinnie were still children. Even until now, Lord Vinnie’s old toys are soiled with dried up mud and stuffed at the very bottom under all the others’ toys.

Lord Balthazar shook his head to get rid of the repulsive image and looked at the Trills with a look of inviting.

“Don’t worry about your ship. Like I said, Lord Vinnie and I can offer you out assistance.” He winced at the tribbles still nuzzling his feet and he started to pick them all up with his magic. “But first we’ll have to go to our Palace to put these animals in their temporary place,” He smiled invitingly at the Trills. “Consider yourselves our honorary guests for today. And do stick by - Our Palace is very huge!”

“Well, it’s not really a species thing, it’s more tied to the organization we’re a part of. Starfleet, to be specific!” Vinnie elaborated, but he smiled softly. “My ninth host wore medical teal, she was a counselor! But that’s a story for another time.”

Cavendish looked relieved that there was, in fact, a place they could keep the tribbles for the time being. The pair of time agents shared a faint smile as their counterparts reminisced on the past, it truly did sound like they were close. It was almost reassuring, that even their lookalikes would share a bond.

Vinnie would nod and eagerly step closer in preparation to head towards the palace. “I really can’t thank you enough for your help. You definitely didn’t ask for a pair of aliens to just drop out of the sky, and yet you’re helping us anyway! Really, thanks.”

“Indeed, your assistance is very much appreciated.” Cavendish agreed, offering a nervous smile toward his counterpart. “We’ll be sure to stay close, and is there anything else we might need to know while we’re on our way there?”

After a moment, though, Cavendish’s eyes widened with a sudden realization. “Dax! I just realized that this is possibly a first contact situation! Ah– what was the protocol for that, again? Oh, goodness!” Vinnie reached over and placed the tribbles he was holding into his partner’s arms, so their cooing would once again begin to soothe him. 

“Cav, relax, it’s a bit late to go into diplomat mode right now. Besides, things seem to be going pretty well, don’t you think? We’ll work out the diplomatic stuff later.”

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"Ah that's nice to hear," Lord Balthazar smiled. "I'd love to hear more of your Starfleet group when possible. I'm curious to know how the ways of your group turn out," He gazed forward and for a moment, he considered flying to the Palace like he and Lord Vinnie always did. But for now, walking is an option considering it's impolite to let the guests lag behind.

With that, the elder Guardian began to take the lead the the group made way to the Palace. He began conversing with Cavendish as they walked on, particularly about the Palace grounds the aliens are about to enter for the very first time. "When you enter the place it'll be wise to expect a great amount of spaciousness and luxurious displays. You might also come across some of the Palace servants and possibly even my other brothers and sister who are Guardians as well." He let out a chuckle. "And of course, expect a bit of mishaps around since it's from a magical condition my son had. But don't worry, the Palace itself is prepared to withstand such things!"

While he and Cavendish were talking, the Vinnies too were having their own moment. In a similar fashion to his trill counterpart, Lord Vinnie would gain the further step and he was happily mingling with his twin while holding some tribbles.

"Are you kidding me? It's not everyday we get out-of-this-world people aside from the Mortals visiting us! It's an honor have you both here and fixing your ship is merely the least we could do," Lord Vinnie shrugged with a chuckle. "After all, we definitely need to get you back to your group. And the tribbles too so they could get neutered," He cuddled one of them close. "Though I think it'll be great to have some of these guys roaming around Anacardia! It'll be a blast having a horde of tribbles running around!"

Lord Vinnie's excited exclamation reached Lord Balthazar's ears and he cringed. "I knew he'd want to do that.. It's a good thing we have our native predators," His collected expression lightened at the sight of the very familiar palace building come to view and he smiled at the trills from over his shoulder. He had sensed Cavendish's momentary distress. He hoped a look inside the palace will lessen that for it hurt him seeing someone in distress.

"We're here," Lord Balthazar put on a smile and he floated forward then landed before the two doors that led to the interior of the large, mansion-like building that housed the whole of Anacardia's royalty. The pair of Pistachion guards standing on duty loyally bowed before their two superiors and opened the doors; Granting the group entrance.

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Tribble in Paradise

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These soft cooing noises instantly won the heart of Lord Vinnie and he was cuddling the tribbles he had in his arms. “Aw I can’t believe you get to have these kinds of animals! They’re big breeders, but they’re so cute! It’s like holding a bunch of really fluffy rabbits but with no heads or ears!”

The tribbles kept cooing soundly, even Lord Balthazar became mesmerized the longer he heard them. The small balls of fur with their soothing noises are really amongst the types of animals the Anacardian folk are bound to love. How unfortunate that the tribble specimen had to multiply far more faster than their usual rabbit.

“I’m afraid we never keep our animals in cages here in Anacardia,” Lord Balthazar sighed. “In fact, all of Anacardia’s fauna, aside from our four-hoofed livestock that live in stables, are often living free within the Minty Woods.” He explained while releasing the tribbles he held in his magical hold. At once, the balls of fur immediately cooed and were curling up at the Guardian’s feet, making Lord Balthazar wince. “And of course, we certainly cannot have any animal aside from my son’s canine inside the palace considering what’s happened after Lord Vinnie here, smuggled some lambs into the rooms!”

Lord Vinnie pouted slightly. “What do you expect me to do? They’re so hungry and waiting for their bottles they wouldn’t stop following!” He then looked on in adoringly at the sight of the tribbles affectionately rubbing against his elder’s feet. “Aww I think the tribbles really like you! Look at them they’re even purring like kittens!” He swooned while Lord Balthazar turned red with embarrassment. He gazed at the Trill pair.

“You said they can be neutered right? Could you.. Perhaps do the honors before they produce more?”

“While I certainly have no objections to your choice of free range animals, don’t you have anything like a box we could put them in for easier transport?” Cavendish implored, looking anxiously at the tribbles wiggling and trilling in his arms. “We simply cannot afford to lose track of them. It could prove disastrous to your ecosystem!”

Vinnie couldn’t help but laugh at the story of his counterpart’s antics, it was clear they shared the same big-hearted nature. Even if he had a little bit more sense. Though, he was certain his Cavendish would object if he claimed as much. He grinned and replied, “You’d be hard-pressed to find anyone a tribble doesn’t like! Except, of course, Klingons… But in that instance, the feeling is mutual.” At Lord Balthazar’s inquiry, he sucked in a breath through his teeth, glancing away.

“Mmm… yeah… about that. Y’see our uniforms here? My goldshirt and Cav’s white turtleneck means that we’re in the security and command divisions respectively. No medical teal to be found here. We’re not doctors, and even if we were we’re not veterinary doctors.” He shrugged pitifully, and offered a nervous smile. “That’s why I would have to wait until we got back to our time to get it neutered in the first place. But then we ended up stranded here.”

He cast a very faint glare at his Cavendish, with a quirked eyebrow as if to say, ‘I wonder who’s fault that is?’ Cavendish looked away sheepishly and sighed. “Admiral Block is going to be furious with us. How many regulations have we broken just by bringing that one tribble with us, Dax?”

“At least five.”

Cavendish let out a distressed noise, his anxiety rising, but the soothing coos of the tribbles in his arms quickly began to calm his nerves. “…Yes, we need some kind of nesting box for them. If they’re comfortable enough, perhaps they won’t try to climb out. That would buy us enough time to repair the shuttle and get back to 2475.”

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"Ah so your kind wears different colored clothing according to position as well? How interesting - Teal I must say is a pretty good color to represent those of the Healer status," Lord Balthazar complimented and his expression sank in feeling a bit of sympathy for his trill counterpart. Lord Balthazar flinched at this and also the fact that neither he nor his Vinnie were the right people to neuter the particular animal. Cavendish was right. These critters need to be placed somewhere.. And he might know just where.

"I think there's someplace nice for the tribbles. It's not much really. Just an old plaything chest I keep back in my room," Lord Balthazar sheepishly blushed at bringing up the ancient toybox he, Lord Vinnie and their other three siblings were very fond of in the past. "We haven't used it much other than to put in old clothes and blankets along with any old toy we used to play with. So naturally it's never been touched for years ever since we've reached maturity."

Lord Vinnie looked surprised at this revelation. "Wow I didn't know you still have that thing! I thought you'd gotten rid of it and all our old things after our coronation as young adults!" He gave a yelp when one of the tribbles at Lord Balthazar's feet somehow lept up at him to rest on his shoulder. "They must be really dusty by now!"

In response, Lord Balthazar huffed and rolled his eyes. "And I'm hearing thing from the boy who loved to play with his stuffed animals in the mud and never likes having them washed," He grimaced at remembering a distant memory back when he and Lord Vinnie were still children. Even until now, Lord Vinnie's old toys are soiled with dried up mud and stuffed at the very bottom under all the others' toys.

Lord Balthazar shook his head to get rid of the repulsive image and looked at the Trills with a look of inviting.

"Don't worry about your ship. Like I said, Lord Vinnie and I can offer you out assistance." He winced at the tribbles still nuzzling his feet and he started to pick them all up with his magic. "But first we'll have to go to our Palace to put these animals in their temporary place," He smiled invitingly at the Trills. "Consider yourselves our honorary guests for today. And do stick by - Our Palace is very huge!"

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Tribble in Paradise

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As the two Trills worked on picking up the literal balls of fur, some of them have made their way to the feet of their owner/s Anacardian selves and a couple of them started poking at Lord Vinnie’s feet; The petite Guardian squealing and gushing over the fluffy thing.

“Great Vera! These are the cutest things I’ve ever seen!” He picked up the Tribbles and smothered them both as several more poked at his feet. Lord Balthazar, whose mind was set on helping tidy up the mess of fur, ‘picked’ up some of the tribbles at his feet. The five tribbles let out noises as they hovered high above ground enveloped in green magic coming from Lord Balthazar’s hand.

“Oh my. These tribble creatures really are worse than the common lagomorph!” Exclaimed the elder Guardian as he eyed all the tribbles with a look of worry laced with concern. “I pray that they taste good enough for our native predators to eat in case their numbers intensify while they are still here,”

He winced when yet another tribble went past and the Guardian is quick to scoop that up with his free arm. How much more can there be of these things? He’ll never know.

“Hey, at least it was just one litter… for now.” Vinnie commented, as he picked up the last of the tribbles, turning to his partner and the pair of Guardians for a head count. He barely batted an eye at Lord Balthazar’s levitation magic, when you’ve lived twelve lives you tend to see some strange things. “Alright, let’s do a bit of a head count. We started with one tribble, and the average litter size is ten…”

Cavendish stood still, as Vinnie calmly began counting the tribbles that the group had managed to collect. “Yup, eleven tribbles in total. I think we got ‘em all. So, uh, hate to impose, but do you have anywhere we could put these little guys for the time being? Preferably something they can’t easily escape.”

“They, ah, can climb the walls, however they manage that.” Cavendish added on, a frown on his face as he tried not to keep glaring at his partner. The tribbles, on the other hand, seemed largely untroubled, simply continuing their soothing cooing noises. It tended to have an almost mesmerizing, tranquil effect on humanoids.

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These soft cooing noises instantly won the heart of Lord Vinnie and he was cuddling the tribbles he had in his arms. "Aw I can't believe you get to have these kinds of animals! They're big breeders, but they're so cute! It's like holding a bunch of really fluffy rabbits but with no heads or ears!"

The tribbles kept cooing soundly, even Lord Balthazar became mesmerized the longer he heard them. The small balls of fur with their soothing noises are really amongst the types of animals the Anacardian folk are bound to love. How unfortunate that the tribble specimen had to multiply far more faster than their usual rabbit.

"I'm afraid we never keep our animals in cages here in Anacardia," Lord Balthazar sighed. "In fact, all of Anacardia's fauna, aside from our four-hoofed livestock that live in stables, are often living free within the Minty Woods." He explained while releasing the tribbles he held in his magical hold. At once, the balls of fur immediately cooed and were curling up at the Guardian's feet, making Lord Balthazar wince. "And of course, we certainly cannot have any animal aside from my son's canine inside the palace considering what's happened after Lord Vinnie here, smuggled some lambs into the rooms!"

Lord Vinnie pouted slightly. "What do you expect me to do? They're so hungry and waiting for their bottles they wouldn't stop following!" He then looked on in adoringly at the sight of the tribbles affectionately rubbing against his elder's feet. "Aww I think the tribbles really like you! Look at them they're even purring like kittens!" He swooned while Lord Balthazar turned red with embarrassment. He gazed at the Trill pair.

"You said they can be neutered right? Could you.. Perhaps do the honors before they produce more?"

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Tribble in Paradise

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“Aww that sounds so cute! They almost sound like rabbits which are pretty decent breeders around here too!” Lord Vinnie tittered at the thoughts of literal balls of fluff. Then he winced at the mention of neutering. “Oh.. So species overpopulation is a thing in your place huh? Well I guess that is a reasonable thing to do for those who don’t have magic.”

Lord Balthazar slowly nodded. “In Anacardia, overpopulation does happen so time - That’s why we have the predators such as the Dandelion Lions and Chimeras to take care of them.” He adjusted his glasses and gazed at his counterpart. “And now that we’ve heard about your partner’s specialty, how about you? Perhaps you have something as well?”

His expression grew soft with understanding. “Now I’m sure despite the countless setbacks you’re bound to find your succession eventually. Everyone does,” The Two Guardians then turned their heads to look at the wreckage where Trill Vinnie mentioned that the pet tribble could still be trapped in. Lord Vinnie especially shuddered in worrying the animal is hurt. “Should we go get the little guy? I hope it’s not hurt,”

“Oh, buddy. They breed way faster than rabbits. Think a litter twice a day, every day, kind of fast.” Vinnie explained. “Unchecked, they could drive a planet to desolation in a matter of weeks. They pretty much just exist to eat, breed, and be cute.”

Cavendish perked up, and a hint of relief came to his eyes at the mention of predators existing on this world. “Oh, I do hope that they’ll be able to keep the tribbles in check.” Then he made eye contact with his own double, a sense of hope and encouragement filling him. “Ah… Well, I am rather well-versed in 23rd century events… Perhaps they’ll figure out that I have something to offer eventually.”

Vinnie looked over toward the shuttle at Lord Vinnie’s prompting, though, and he nodded. “Yeah, let’s go see if we can find it. I’m sure it’s fine, Tribbles are surprisingly hardy critters. C’mon.” He motioned for the three of them to follow him, and he carefully made his way back into the shuttle.

The Trill looked around the cabin of the shuttle, clicking his tongue as though the tribble would respond to him. Soon, the sound of soft, calming cooing reached their ears, and Vinnie glanced down in that direction. “My word!” Cavendish exclaimed, as they spotted not one, but eleven fuzzy tribbles scooting around aimlessly on the floor.

“Uh ohhhh, they’re already starting to breed. Um, Cav, help me pick them up.” Vinnie knelt down and started scooping up the tribbles one by one. Cavendish huffed. “I told you bringing one home was a bad idea.” He scolded, but he also knelt down to pick up the tribbles.

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As the two Trills worked on picking up the literal balls of fur, some of them have made their way to the feet of their owner/s Anacardian selves and a couple of them started poking at Lord Vinnie's feet; The petite Guardian squealing and gushing over the fluffy thing.

"Great Vera! These are the cutest things I've ever seen!" He picked up the Tribbles and smothered them both as several more poked at his feet. Lord Balthazar, whose mind was set on helping tidy up the mess of fur, 'picked' up some of the tribbles at his feet. The five tribbles let out noises as they hovered high above ground enveloped in green magic coming from Lord Balthazar's hand.

"Oh my. These tribble creatures really are worse than the common lagomorph!" Exclaimed the elder Guardian as he eyed all the tribbles with a look of worry laced with concern. "I pray that they taste good enough for our native predators to eat in case their numbers intensify while they are still here,"

He winced when yet another tribble went past and the Guardian is quick to scoop that up with his free arm. How much more can there be of these things? He'll never know.

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Tribble in Paradise

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The two Guardians took their moment in letting the facts sink in and they were gazing at the Trills in awe. Never have they heard of aliens before and it overwhelmed them with sheer curiosity as two stood right before them and… They look and sound so alike.

“That makes sense. Though I find it quite surprising that we could totally resemble each other in so many ways.” Lord Balthazar smiled and then he winced at the sight of the destroyed wreck the Trill duo called their ‘mode of transport’. “And as for your shuttle, don’t worry about it. If it’s like any other metal we have here then it should be fixed up easily with magic.”

Beside him, Lord Vinnie nodded in agreeing but his eyes never left his twin’s for he was drawn in by the markings. “Wow you’re a joined Trill? Sounds like you’re special!” He grinned. “And I love your markings! Are those painted on? Or do all Trills have them since birth?”

His eyes then widened with curiosity mixed with glee at Cavendish’s mention of Trill Vinnie having a creature; He had absolutely no idea what it is but being an Animal Guardian slash Pistachio made Lord Vinnie perk up at any live critter. “And did you say beast?” He gasped. “You have a pet with you guys?! Ooh! I wanna see! I wanna see!” This was said out as Lord Vinnie started bouncing like an excited child.

Lord Balthazar on the other hand rolled his eyes and looked apologetically at the Trills. “Don’t mind him. Lord Vinnie here always gets excited when there’s an animal in the topic,” He shrugged. “Especially when it’s one he’s never seen or heard of before.” He then looked alarmed. “Which I must ask before he goes loose; Is it a dangerous creature? I sure hope it isn’t for I cannot have my brother mauled for trying to pet the creature,” He cringed while Lord Vinnie just kept bouncing slightly.

Vinnie seemed to be reassured and intrigued by Lord Balthazar’s words, it almost seemed too good to be true that the shuttle could be fixed so easily. But, he didn’t know enough about their “magic” to dispute it, so he’d smile, resting his hands on his hips. “Oh, it’d be that easy, huh? Cool! Yeah, the sooner we get out of your hair the better, less risk of our superior officer getting mad at us.” He shrugged slightly at the mention of their Andorian boss, Block.

Cavendish and Vinnie looked a bit flattered by Lord Vinnie’s curiosity, Vinnie chuckling softly from all the questions. “Yeah, being a joined Trill is, to say, pretty prestigious. It takes a lot of work and training to prepare for joining. My buddy Cav here really wants to be joined, but the Symbiosis Commission keeps rejecting him. Doesn’t stop him from continuing to try, though.” He cast a fond smile at his partner, who glanced away, seeming a bit deflated by the mention of his constant failure.

“Yes, well…” Cavendish sighed. “Our spots are always there, and as I’m sure you’ll ask, they do go all the way down.” He gestured down his sides toward his feet as he explained.

Lord Vinnie’s sudden enthusiasm at the mention of the tribble caught Cavendish but not Vinnie off guard. Vinnie chuckled and grinned, taking a step closer to his double. “Oh, hold on, we’ll have to figure out where she is. The crash kinda bounced us around in there.”

Cavendish looked at his double and folded his hands behind his back. “Oh, it’s quite alright. He’s only a bit more excitable than my own companion here. I’m rather used to it.”

Vinnie looked toward Lord Balthazar and smiled, shrugging at his concern. “Well, I mean, it’s a tribble, it’s a literal ball of fur that does nothing but eat and breed. The only way that would be a problem is if you let the population get out of control and into the food supplies, and ohhhh I think I see your point, Cav. But to be fair, I intended to have it neutered when we got back!”

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"Aww that sounds so cute! They almost sound like rabbits which are pretty decent breeders around here too!" Lord Vinnie tittered at the thoughts of literal balls of fluff. Then he winced at the mention of neutering. "Oh.. So species overpopulation is a thing in your place huh? Well I guess that is a reasonable thing to do for those who don't have magic."

Lord Balthazar slowly nodded. "In Anacardia, overpopulation does happen so time - That's why we have the predators such as the Dandelion Lions and Chimeras to take care of them." He adjusted his glasses and gazed at his counterpart. "And now that we've heard about your partner's specialty, how about you? Perhaps you have something as well?"

His expression grew soft with understanding. "Now I'm sure despite the countless setbacks you're bound to find your succession eventually. Everyone does," The Two Guardians then turned their heads to look at the wreckage where Trill Vinnie mentioned that the pet tribble could still be trapped in. Lord Vinnie especially shuddered in worrying the animal is hurt. "Should we go get the little guy? I hope it's not hurt,"