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 Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2015 6:02 pm
 NHC just got a new Street Preformer
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2015 10:29 am
Treide wasn't one to complain - much. Life had been decently good to the redblood, all things considered. It was filled with adventure, friend, and food. What more could a troll need? Well, for this coyote child, it needed very expensive handcrafted metal flutes. Flutes that, when she had found the battered magazine in the desert and showed CD the beetle price, caused him to faint on the spot. There were a lot of zeroes, sure, but they had money, right? And that's when Treide learned that not everyone would give their goods over for piles of shiny things or other odd tidbits. They needed to be specific tidbits that were harder to obtain.
After weeks of bearing his charges whining, CoyoteDad finally broke down and spent the few beetles he had on train tickets from Chittentown to NHC. Treide had never been to the 'big city', and she wanted to explore... but this was a business trip. CD had explained how they had to make back the money spent and then some if she wanted to get that flute. Even if the prospect was slim, Treide was delighted at the idea. Most of the trip was spent in silence as the two brooded - Treide over music and CD over finances.
Finding a corner outside the station, the two began to sing and dance, intermingled with Treide's flute playing. It became obvious by how the trolls reacted to the singing (running away and glaring) that these NHC folk had no musical tastes. They only liked her flute and dancing. So the act shifted to Treide playing solos while dancing and slapping out rhythms with her feet and hips as CD sat beside their collection plate.
Melancholies OTL hope this works for you! Sorry for the delay
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Eco-friendly Shapeshifter
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 4:11 pm
And what a sad truth that was! NHC was a wealth of diversity. Many trolls made a home here; interests and castes and hobbies intermingling as trolls found common grounds and formed networks. Emi wasn't really allowed to network, not on Maccue's watch. He was very selective about who could see his charge on a regular basis, even though his will was fallible and, more often than not, he usually swayed to Emi's wishes. It was hard maintaining the balance between a happy charge and a sad one! He never wanted to stifle her curiosity, but he genuinely worried for her well being. Life was hard.
Trolls were being forced out of the way as the tealblood made her way down the sidewalk. Not that she was the cause; that was all on her lusus, large and bulky and basically taking up the entire width of the space, most passerbys giving the duo looks. Not that it would do for any of them to pick a fight with a very capable lusus. Emiola was at least blind to it, humming as she counted her footsteps, careful to avoid the cracks in the pavement. She liked to make a game out of the trek, fitting as many steps as she could inside each "square" that divided the length of the walkway. This unfortunately made for lots of stumbling and a whole lot of going nowhere fast. Maccue dared anyone to say anything.
Thankfully, there would be no confrontations today, at least not bad ones. By some miracle, Emiola suddenly stuttered her pace back into life. Unfortunately Maccue, he knew it was because something captivated her attention, and he was quick to follow suit, when—oh, of course.
Street performers were pretty common place. Most of them tended to be lowbloods, trying to scrape together an extra beetle or two, and this one was no exception. Emiola was standing in front of the lowblood, drawn by the sound of the flute, and also from the sick percussion beats she was slapping out with her hands.
"That's sick man." She was smiling, but when wasn't she? Maccue kept a close eye on her, but decided the redblood seemed harmless enough. A lowblood wouldn't dare slight a tealblood, would they? Of course not. Not in public like this anyway.
Emiola beamed up at her father, who gave a reluctant nod. Exuberant, Emi reached into her skirt pocket, producing a decent handful of beetles as she tossed them in the pan. "Where'd you learn how to play bro? You're awesome!"
Emi had her rounds. She knew a lot of the people out here on the streets; not necessarily by name, but by tune, face, style. This redblood was definitely a new one.
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2015 10:04 am
It was easy to fall into a groove as her hips swayed to the invisible baton controlling the speed of the song. Slowly the world faded and Treide was left to groove and play as she pleased, twisting and turning in a circle beside CD. CD, for his part, made sure to gently nudge his charge back into the safety of her 'stage', as well as protect the measly beetles some had tossed during the performance. At this rate, they would barely cover the tickets. This was not going to be an easy topic to breach. Treide began her second chorus, a song that warbled from high pitches and swooped to mid range, fluttering back and forth with supreme lightness. Her imagination floated as she continued the dance, dreaming of birds and flying beasts as they danced in the moonlight. The clink of coins caught her attention, and CD's as well. Sitting upright, he eyed the tealblood with suspicion. Was this girl here to slight the redblood for her honest labor? Well, from her words, that... Didn't seem to be the case. CD sniffed, one of his two tails flicking in mild irritation. Performancese couldn't be stopped, even for a rad person who appeared and paid you beetles and compliments. Treide grinned over the flutes opening, eyes sparkling at the comment paid. Well... The song was nearly done, which meant a little improvisation was okay right? Bouncing forward, she began to dance in a circle around Emiola, her body still making the twists as well. A spinning spinning circle, with music and the sound of her sandal feet smacking the pavement to the time of the song. Except maybe she got a little over ambitious, and the last note ended up becoming a pinched, shrill squeak as she tripped and toppled into Emiola. OUCH. Her flute skittered across the ground, flung from her hands. "O-oh... I...." Treide pushed up a little, "S-so sorry... I... Are you... Okay? Hehe, that was... Quite the ending. Are you hurt?"Melancholies Treide performance was quite the... hit. -banned from hivestuck rip magi-
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2016 12:41 pm
One second Emi was watching, and the next she was on the ground. This really wasn't anything unusual; when she were as clumsy as she was, things like this simply became a natural progression. Except this wasn't the soft, plush interior of her hive she was toppling over on, foot catching some object or other that had been left out. No, this was a head on collision, and both parties had wiped out, splayed magnificently in the sidewalk.
"I... huh...?" she was disorientated, but not mad. Accidents were just a part of life, right? Her lusus was more than irked, chattering behind her in sharp squawks. Casting a glare at CD, it was more than obvious that his expression read know your place. Of course, Emiola was almost up in an instant, ever the diffusion. It was hard to be mad when his charge wasn't.
"Hurt? Nah dog I'm fine!" she giggled weakly, just a little winded as she looked at the orange--no, redblood. Ah whatever, it didn't really matter that much, especially if you were a lowblood. "How about you—that was really cool with the dancing! Oh wait what about, oh no—!" she gasped in abject horror at the sight of the also grounded flute, quick to wriggle away from the redblood as she scooped the object in her hands. Maccue was rolling his eyes now; was she only ever moved when it came to inanimate musical objects?
Evidently.
"Oh noooooo! Dude, it's totally scratched up..." she deflated a little, biting her lip, wibbling at the pitiful sight cradled in her hands. "You could still probably use it, but..." her hands were shaking a little as she offered it back to Treide, eyes glossy behind her hair.
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