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 Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2016 4:10 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2016 6:07 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2016 1:04 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2016 6:58 pm
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s**t.
The whole structure had collapsed and bleeding, and perhaps dead, trolls were everywhere. Cynril was starting to think his whole initiative to try and be helpful was even harder than he thought it'd be. He didn't know just how lucky, and unlucky, he was right now. He survived the explosion and actually managed to stay somewhere near a sturdy structure to form his own little triangle of life, which was a plus. Yet he got separated from his guardian and... he was agonizing all alone. The pain on his body was too much for him, the dust and grime, well, he was accustomed to it. Holding his breath and keeping his legs close to his chest, the mutantblooded child pondered his next move. Which of course he had no ideas whatsoever.
He heard voices and felt his anxiety kicking in instantly. This city was mostly populated by highbloods and they still most likely hated his guts, everyone living there wanted him dead and cull him the wordt possible way. Cynril gulped, maybe if he stayed in his triangle of life they wouldn't notice his presence or his cuts... better yet the blood running down his forehead. Really what hit him? A boulder?
Yeah... Stay still... d-don't breathe... don't let a-anyone find-- He sneezed.
OH NO. He thought as he covered his mouth. Hopefully no one heard that right? What the child didn't know, part of his sinfully abnormal blood had already stained some of the objects that hit him. Which were lying nearby his safe haven...
Yamashii cyn is just trying to stay incognito
Doutei he fails miserably haha :"D
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2016 8:17 pm
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"Scorpa- you're okay!" Scorpa was still alive. Flydra returned the embrace with her face over the yellowblood's shoulder in her messy hair so that no one would see the intense emotions on her face. It was so embarrassing to be so scared and relieved at the same time. The tealblood felt strongly affectionate towards her girls but as a child, didn't quite know how to handle it yet. It was hard to be reliant on others because it meant you were invested in them. She squeezed the other girl a little tighter, happy to hear Scorpa talking in her usual tough manner. It felt normal and she wanted that right now.
"I'm alright, just some temporary hearing lo-"
Someone sneezed.
"Someone's here." The tealblood frowned, glancing towards the source of the noise. Why had the troll not spoken up earlier when she'd called out an offer to help? It was weird and she wondered if they were stupid or something. Or maybe they didn't want to be found because they were part of the terrorists?
"We're going to get you out of there. Hold on." Flydra wasn't aware that Cynril was staying hidden on purpose and tried to push the debris away from him with Scorpa's help. The splatters of pale pigment on the concrete didn't stand out as anything other than paint yet. It was only when they uncovered a small quivering child with the same pastel hue dripped out of him that the connection was made.
"Fascinating, what do we have here? I never thought I'd see one of them in my lifetime. I wonder if we could capture it for study?" With Flydra's interest in researching the hemospectrum's biological credibility, getting her hands on a real live mutantblood was sure to provide her with pure gold in terms of research and experimentation. Looking at the frightened boy, she smiled like she had just won the lottery. In a way, she had!
"Scorpa, if you would be so kind..." She stayed back to let the yellowblood work, looking almost excited at the boy's fear.
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Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2016 10:45 pm
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"Where?" At the sound of a sneeze, Scorpa'd released Flydra to look around. It was suspicious that some troll was out there hiding instead of calling for help. Everyone's best chance at survival after this blast was to group up and check for injuries. While the stranger might not have known about the tealblood being a nurse, wouldn't they want to meet up with other survivors and find help? Whatever, Flydra was leading the way and crouching down to check out an area. With a little teamwork and coordination, the pair of them managed to uncover a quivering boy with sad eyes and a silvery liquid running down his face.
"Eh? A mutant?" Scorpa asked in disbelief, mixed with a little scorn. The stories said that mutantbloods were bad, with no place in society. Frowning down at the boy, she honestly wanted to shove the rubble back over him and start jumping up and down on it to vent some stress but...
"Fine." If Flydra wanted him, there had to be a reason. Scorpa couldn't say she fully understood the research her friend was doing but she wanted to be supportive of it. The Sirens were counting on her to become the next big thing in the military's medical branch. If that entailed experimenting on mutants, then capture a mutant she would! She cracked her knuckles and swooped in behind Cynril to grab his arms and hold him.
"Got him, do your thing Fly." Her laughter rang in his ears.
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2016 10:06 am
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Cynril froze as he heard someone calling him out. He was ********, he was so ********. The child had nowhere to run or hide, he only hoped they didn't find his-- Never mind they already did. Cynril shivered in fear and tried his best to hide his blood to no avail. He made eye contact with his aggressors once a tealblood and a yellowblood had found him. The girl's smile made him even more nervous and it wasn't until Scorpa got a hold of him that he unfroze.
He tried his best to wiggle free, but her grasp was just too tight. "L-let me go!" Cynril said with eyes wide open, hearing that dreadful laugh echo inside his spongeclots. They were going to cull him, they were surely going to.
"Help! Someone help me!!" He screamed, but who would save a defenseless mutant? Stryke wasn't around, maybe he hoped he would hear his wails. It didn't take long for him to cry in front of the girls. His face was flushed as he continued to struggle. He couldn't die, he just couldn't! He had so much to do, so many things he wanted to accomplish. He'd give them anything just to get away from them.
"P-please... Don't cull me..." He begged with a sniffle. If he was able to, the child would've kneeled before them. "What do you w-want from m-me?" Cynril asked, his flails died down as he got absorbed into the tealblood's eyes. He pleaded with his eyes, he begged, Cynril mentally begged the highblood to release him. But knowing very well this could very much be the end, he looked down submissively and took a deep breath before the tears ran down his cheeks.
"Whatever it is, I-I'll give it to you... Just-- please don't c-cull me..."
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2016 12:43 pm
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The feeling of besting someone was addicting. She watched as the boy struggled in Scorpa's grasp, pale teals spilling down his face as he flinched from her laughter. Flydra could not understand how rebellious trolls rejected the violent aggression of their race. Did they not feel the same satisfaction from this kind of domination? Weird.
"Nice work, Scor." The tealblood praised the other villain, looking incredibly pleased. She'd learned that she needed to reward the yellowblood's behavior or Scorpa tended to sulk. Pulling her supplies from her bag, a silver needle glinted in the moonlight as it drew closer to Cynril's unfortunate squirming form.
"I want your blood." At these words, he looked close to passing out, "For study. You are a rare specimen outside the spectrum and your existence is both an abomination and a scientific outlier." The syringe went into his arm and was out almost as quickly. She'd been practicing a smooth and fast drawing in cases like this where the subject moved erratically.
An idea occurred to her. A delicious idea to boost Lorata's reputation to further heights.
"Agree to serve as our test subject and servant and you will be protected and provided for." If this research could prove the validity of the hemospectrum, perhaps it could prove that mutantbloods were not just freaks but the lowest level of the spectrum meant for a life of servitude to make up for their offensive hues. It would be handy to have disposable troll workers that could fight for Lorata's causes as well as run annoying errands that needed to get done. This boy could both test the seadweller's food for poison as well as carry her bags while shopping. Both highly important and essential tasks to get done. And Lorata would have all the credit for sponsoring this wonderful new repurposing of mutantbloods and other freaks!
"With Lorata Gorgos's support, we could easily cover up your disgusting color. You'd live a hemoanonymous life as her slave but it'd be better than dying here." Her eyes flickered to Scorpa's at the last sentence, clearly signalling permission to use whatever force necessary should he refuse the offer.
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2016 1:29 pm
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"This is a rare offer, consider it seriously." Scorpa ordered, her voice still right in his ears. The yellowblood thought it sounded like a great deal- the chance to live a life of luxury without needing to think for yourself. For a mutantblood, it was better than anything they'd ever get anywhere else. She didn't know how this one had survived so long already, she supposed she should give him credit for that. It was impressive that he wasn't dead yet.
"You'd get lodgings, food, a job... surrounded by pretty girls..." The girl began to list some of the perks of accepting the insane deal. Sure he'd lose his freedom and pride but she didn't really care. They were both already gone, crumbling in her grasp here. If he said the wrong thing, she'd make good on Flydra's threat. Violence was in her instincts, Scorpa had no qualms about persuading others through a fist in the jaw or foot on the neck. In fact, the idea of getting to do so again was getting her excited. She loved the feeling of dominance. If only she could see his eyes now- full of tears and terror.
"We all know you'll say yes so go on, say it! I- um what's your name?" She began to feed him lines about how to pledge his agreement before realizing they still didn't know what to call him.
"Don't keep us waiting." A foot on the back of his heel ought to speed things up!
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2016 3:45 pm
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His eyes were wider now. She wanted his blood, why though? It was horribly useless. The child couldn't understand Flydra's explanation with those fancy, highblooded words. His tears still ran down and his body shook more after Scorpa's voice penetrated his spongeclots once more. Could he really accept such an offer? Sure he'd be fed and protected but, would it be just like before? He wasn't entirely sure. These girls were offering a chance to do something productive, something that might give him a place in society. Cynril knew he should take the offer obediently. However... What about the safe haven that was the swamp?
The child whimpered slightly as he felt pain on the back of his heel. "I'mCynril." He said a bit too quick. He was definitely terrified of Scorpa. As good as the offer was, he knew he couldn't leave the swamp, nor he could leave Stryke or Mamma. "I-I..." He panted not really knowing what so say or do. "D-do you promise... Will you r-really give me all that?" He needed to be reassured that he'll get absolutely everything they offered.
"This... t-this isn't a trick to get me c-culled, right?" Which could be possible, considering she probably wanted his blood more than his manual labor. "Will I b-be locked away in a b-bar box?" Not that he minded, cages were always fun to get out of and if he could, he'd escape the place they would take him to and go back to the swamp and onto their hive again, just to keep up a facade. "W-will I be able to go o-outside on my own?"
"I... I know I d-don't have a choice but... I really w-want to know..." He looked down for a second and sniffled.
Doutei cyn wants to know if scorp can let go ;D
Yamashii also he wants cookies, be able to go outside and sequins ;D
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2016 4:48 pm
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