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Guard Duty
That night wasn't so bad really. He'd gotten to chase down a lusus and take out a meddler. Meddling medler medlegrub. If it was one of theirs technically they could have said something but he was pretty sure that wisk they brought out was going to be used in...something. He felt guilty for all of a second before he shrugged and went on his way. They had resisted tell him anything, and tired to run from him. s**t was suspicious as ********.

But the fact he'd gotten to do something was nice, and walking up and down, it gave him time to look as some of the native fauna. Things he didn't have back home- he was tempted to just start gardening rather than guard. No action by the roads thankfully, and with time to kill, he relaxed a bit. It wasn't so bad what the kids were doing. Heck, if it changed their lives for the better? Why not. Any troll could dream right?
Even if said dreams were more like nightmares.



Ezrall gave Janzek as blank look. "What?" He choked out before laughing, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Investigate yeah, but when has that ever meant anything bullshit my report? I mean really, why the ******** not join up? All I got waiting for me is paper work back home. s**t falls through, I just say I was keeping an eye on em and their activities. Or die, but eh." A slap on the back and Ezraal shrugged. "It happens."

Looking back at the nervous and rather skittish Janzek, the orange blooded drone grinned. "Nah." Pulling him back to his side, he motioned to the area. "Do the route with me. Maybe we'll run into so wild lusi, one of the heavy hitters. Have a bit of fun. What do ya say? Kill some time, do our duty, have a bit of fun?" He grinned more, teeth and all.

Guard Duty

Just her luck. It was her first day of guard duty and she just had to be paired with the biggest, most frightening troll in the camp. She must have looked like a wriggler in comparison to him! Then again, she looked like a wriggler in comparison to most trolls. But if that was the case, then this was like comparing a wriggler to a musclebeast. The two remained stoic and silent for a large portion of their patrol shift, with Odette frozen out of fear that she may anger him with her words, and the other, well, maybe he was just hatched that way.

Hours passed, and the awkward silence finally cracked down on the larger troll. "Sooo..." he drawled, "You don't seem like you're from around this area..." noticing her inappropriate dress for a desert setting.

"I'm not." Odette replied, trying her hardest to say as little as possible without being curt.

"... Where are you from then?"

"New Hemisect City."

"The city, huh? I've always wanted to visit the city."

Odette, unsure of how to respond satisfyingly, simply remained silent.

"... uh, what do you do for a living? Do you have a job or a hobby or something?"

"I'm a street performer, I dance ballet."

"A dancer, huh? That makes a lot of sense now that I'm looking at you! I mean, dancers have to be really small right? And you're the smallest troll I've ever seen!" Odette turned away and fidgeted with her coat sleeves, made uncomfortable about the comment on her size. "I'm too big to dance, and I'm kind of a klutz. It's a shame, really, I've always wanted to learn—"

"What kind of dancing? Maybe I could teach you." Odette hastily asked, quick to offer her services to a troll in need.

"The slow kind?"

"Waltz? That's not too difficult, I can show you some basics." Odette walked up to the larger troll and grabbed his hand, holding hers higher so it would be less awkward for him. She then paused and debated who should lead when she realized, I can't reach his shoulders. "I'll lead this time, just remember what I do."

And with a 1, 2, 3, they were off. He struggled to keep his big feet from stepping on Odette's tiny ones, but couldn't avoid it completely. Odette got carried away in the fancy dance, perhaps getting too advanced for the larger troll at times. Nevertheless, she remained patient. The two lost track of time, and before long, two other trolls showed up to replace them at their patrol shift. They snickered at the sight of Odette leading in the dance, and her dance partner blushed bright orange and rushed off.

Odette felt a pang of sadness in her chest. Though whether it was for her poor guarding duty or for the orangeblood, she couldn't tell.

The desert camp was far from comfortable. Sheets of sand often blew in from the desert to the east, and most trolls opted to stay indoors in lieu of being stung in the face by tiny grains of sediment if they weren't out working. The base offered little to do aside from pitching in to help, and even then the work was unrewarding. The food was terrible and the company poor; yet it wasn't long until the rebel base had fallen in to a sort of rhythm and slowly things began to run more smoothly. Everyone understood why they were there and that in order for things to work everyone had to do their part- although it did take some longer than others. The nights went by uneventfully, although every so often one of the adult scouts would return from the farther reaches of the desert with a collection of maps in tow. Together with the charts from the fringes of the desert and nearby road the trainees had been putting together, the rebels were starting to form a fairly decent view of the looming desert they needed to comb through.

Eventually word came from an undercover agent who had been positioned in New Hemisect City. The coolblood had heard, on good authority, that the Queen had positioned her own recruits underground and was preparing to send them all down the caverns in one fell swoop. It was the most interesting news anyone had heard since arriving at the camp, and it sparked many conversations and queries as to when their own search would begin.

Around midnight on one particularly clear night, two yellowbloods emerged from the crumbling leftovers of the rental hivestem that currently served as their base of operations. They quickly made their way around the camp, spreading word that their leader would once again address the rebels later that night. The speech was held off until everyone had returned from their daily work, and the newly recruited rebels were to once again gather at the entrance of their headquarters. The sudden appearance of large stacks of survival equipment that was being tucked neatly in canvas bags along with various canned and dried rations strengthened the rumor that it was time to finally embark on the hunt for the jadeblood. The rumor spread like wildfire and soon the whole camp's uneasy restlessness melted away into the all too familiar buzz of excitement.

As promised, the robed and hooded rebel leader emerged from the mouth of what was formerly a speakeasy once everyone had returned to camp and gathered as directed. The crowd fell silent without command, all eager to hear why they had been summoned.

"We chose this location for our camp for a specific reason." The rebel leader's voice cut out through the silence, gesturing to the nearby road that ran beside their base. "We believe this old trading route passes directly through the heart of the desert. As you hopefully remember, that is where the jadeblood is said to be. We have been biding our time, gathering information on the desert and drawing up maps. Much preparation has gone into our efforts, and now is the time to act! As you may have recently heard, Marian is pressing on with her on search and so shall we."

The troll roughly snatched one of the canvas bags from a nearby table, holding it up for all to see. Slipping a hand into a side pocket, a green flare was held up and waved around in the air. "You'll each be getting one of these bags, full of equipment and four days worth of rations. As you can see here, included is a flare. You will all be spreading out, and slowly you will comb through the desert. In the occasion that you do find the jadeblood, simply light the flare and we will all head in your direction." Seemed simple enough- split up, search, and head to the bright conspicuous green light in the sky if someone signaled that they had found the Mother Grub lusus and their charge.

"You may travel on your own, but we recommend you stick in small groups. No more than four, otherwise we'll be spread too thin. That aside, it's up to you." The troll shrugged- there were pros and cons to either, and they hadn't the resources or time to try and organize teams themselves. "Those of you who trained in scouting or guarding are at an advantage right now. The desert is a difficult place to traverse, and it's one of the harshest environments in all of Alternia- homing some of the fiercest monsters. It would serve you well to team up with a more experienced troll if you are not confident in your own abilities!"

One of the troll's hands slipped to their hip, and their free arm pointed a sharp fingernail at an orangeblood clutching a clipboard off to the side of the crowd. "Whenever you're ready, sign up your name and the name of any of your team mates. We need to keep track of who is going in and with whom, after all. Afterwards, we will hand out your supplies and portable respiteblock and you can be on your merry way."


At this point, any troll that has gotten over 10 points in either scouting or guarding is considered to have 'adequate' training. Daily classes are still being run, but they are all considered to be taking place previously to this thread. If you get over 10 points in a class during the upcoming event, your troll can get any bonuses given by it for prompts that have not yet been posted.
Please have teams decided by 11pm EST on the 15th! The teams will set out by then. Rping your trolls gathering in a group is not necessary if you do not have the time, a post with all the names of the party members is all that is needed.

Guard Duty

Though guard duty had been much more interesting the previous night, Odette proved to be a lot more helpful the following night. She assisted in the luring and killing of several beasts. Other patrollers handled the larger ones that she couldn't handle on her own, but she was very efficient in killing smaller, venomous beasts thanks to the range of her glaive. For another matter, she had far less trouble handling the dead creatures than the other trolls.

She found them quite beautiful actually. It was fascinating to her, how different all of Alternia's beasts were on the outside, yet on the inside they presented far more similarities. Some had feathers, some had fur, some had scales, and some even had all three. Yet, on the inside, they were all just filled with strange mush.

Maybe that's what the rebellion's message was. But the opposite held true, instead. All trolls were similar on the outside, but their insides were different. Even so, the only difference with their insides was their blood color. And that difference hardly meant anything in the end. Any troll could put an end to a redblood the same way as a blueblood, just like how Odette put an end to the various slitherbeasts. In the end, trolls would be remembered for their deeds, not their blood. So why should everyone focus so much on the hemospectrum then? Odette didn't know. What she did know now was that this was a cause worth fighting for, and gog would she fight for it. Maybe one day some troll would look back and see what deeds she did for the rebellion. Odette could only hope.

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Odette walked up to the orangeblood with the clipboard, fully prepared to announce that she would be traveling alone. She didn't want to of course, the desert was extremely dangerous! But she didn't want to be rude and weasel her way into another group.

"Odette Cygnet, you said?" the orangeblood asked, "It would seem you're already in a team with Athene Bramma and Vremea Everai."

Athene? Vremea? Those names sounded very familiar... oh! Those were the girls from the first rebel meeting! What a relief, she wouldn't have to travel alone, and she'd be traveling with such nice trolls. And they were kind enough to include her in their group!

"That's right, silly me," Odette explained, "I'm terribly sorry for bothering you, miss." Odette cheerfully walked away, searching for the two girls. Oh, she couldn't thank them enough for including her!

Guard Duty

Looking out across the wasteland Ezraal debated if he'd made the right choice. Siding with rebels was a death sentence, he knew that. Even if he crawled back he'd probably still be killed for insubordination. It was a double loss really, so why did he take it? Why bother? The simple answer was 'why not'. Why not take it, his life was basically s**t anyway. If his life could have some value in the sense of reforming the hemospectrum, in reforming the s**t system they had? Why not.

Another part was that he was just bitter. He could have been great. He could have been amazing. But then he'd ******** up in his quadrants, and after, in his life. He'd let one troll get in the way and... Shaking his head he crossed his arm, looking back at the empty land in front of him. He's chosen it why?
It was a chance. A chance at doing something he wanted, not what his caste demanded. And really. Why the ******** not. He was keeping vigil, helping how he could for a goal he'd probably never see the end of, but he'd chosen it. Him, not his blood. He'd chosen and that was his why not. that was a reason enough. Plus he got to beat things up, who could say no to that.

Take things apart? Tinker with them? Mess with them, see how they work, fiddle and watch and learn....

Yes well, the other classes hardly had any appeal to him. I mean look at them; scouting, guarding, cooking class? Oh, god, Muerte wanted to laugh. Laugh, shake his head, a sarcastic little chortle that would easily upset a devoted follower. However, he was hardly here for the cause. Personal benefits, but this was entirely hopeless, this damn rebellion. But see? It didn't matter to him at all. Worst case scenario, he could just ditch this crowd and go back with his work, but he wouldn't miss the chance to see a mother grub; think of the opportunities! The science involved! It could work, could be great. Hearing this, he might just of switched to the other side if he didn't despise highbloods and seadwellers and the Queen herself; all a stuck up bunch. He was clearly their equal, or better. Probably better.

Oh but he was getting distracted now! Point being, hacking seemed like the only class decent enough for him to try and attend. Why, he knew much already, but maybe he could grasp a bit of information from these classes. Meaningless skills, or maybe not? Hacking seemed like the only thing that might be useful, anyway. He was interested in the training, but not the style it offered. Perhaps a chance at guard duty might do him some good; always hunting down lowbloods, some new tactics with killed and slaying might work out just fine. Although he didn't like working under somebody, and he seldom enjoyed being taught, if only because it was difficult for the greenblood to views others as a superior. He was the superior, and he knew everything! OK, well not everything, but damn well more then everyone else! For the most part... At least, if there was someone to prove their worth, they would garner some admiration from the stuck up scientist. As mentioned though, it was a seldom come, seldom seen thing. Gaining his respect was not as easy as it might seem, because even the ones who did in fact know more would have a difficult time trying to prove exactly why or how they knew so much! Ah... he was rambling again, motivated by self-induced rants.

The class, yes. He was here, staring at objects lain out before him. Other trolls were nearby, bickering, irritated from the conditions around them, squabbling over trivial deals. Muerte might of too, should he of been one for conversation. He was one to bicker alright, but he never started it, not with strangers anyway. Still, compared to other classes he had peaked in on, not as many trolls were here. How curious.

So he begins to fiddle, listening to someone drawl on about something or other- probably someone much more experience then him, explaining things to some other troll. Never mind them, he was flying solo, getting to work with nothing but hands as tools and prior knowledge as a guide. A satisfied smirk appeared on his face as he tinkered around with the object, not a very big one mind you, but a smirk none the less. It was a radar of some kind, and his dying, careful eyes looked through the device carefully as he dismantled it. Fascinating in a way, he wanted to learn how it worked, but, ah, it might take just a little longer then that. Perfect as he was, some tasks took a stretch of time to do! Oh but, he'd have this done in no time. Maybe. Probably, he was very good at whatever it was he decided to do at the moment.

Fiddling with the array of wires stimulated his mind as he worked on the small project. Why wouldn't it work for them, hm? Military personal, objects not meant to be used by civilians... An hour ticks by, and he's not done yet, in fact... he's hardly made progress! Where has the time gone? Who knows, he's working himself silly, and he loves it for once... or enjoys it rather! He was just very passionate about the undertaking of technology and science, that's all!

He didn't finish his little project tonight, be he actually learned a bit. The interior of the radar was of a wonder to him, and he was sure to be back. Other classes could wait. He wasn't one to stop working so soon, but the small session dismissed, and despite his protests he had to be on his way. Pity.

He'd be back though, oh, you could be damn sure of it.

guard duty

Zeffer had come prepared to traverse the hellish terrain that was Alternia's desert. The lucky blueblood had visited before, so he was decked out in goggles and a more lightweight sort of coat that would protect from the whipping winds. It was a relatively calm evening at the compound, though, so Zeffer wore the eye wear around his neck. He'd signed up for guard duty that night, and had had a lot of reservations about it. What could be more boring than standing around, watching for trouble to come along? He probably wouldn't have signed up if he hadn't had his buddies along with him.

That night Torero had been the one to suggest it, so he'd begrudgingly went along with the plan (it had helped that the redblood had been so enthusiastic), and at the moment, Zeffer had forgotten about their responsibilties. Their new mission was to capture the unfortunate creature that had come waddling along down the road. He cackled as Rero herded the little armored animal in his direction, and lunged for it, trying to hold onto its sectioned body. He was rewarded by its immediate response to roll into a ball, and he tried to heft it up, laughing again. The thing was the size of a large beach ball, and Zeffer could hardly wrap his arms around it.

"Kehehehe! Check it out Torero, we made it curl up...man, I haven't seen one of these things in a long time." he snickered, giving up on lifting the heavy animal to poke at it gently instead. They were really kind of lucky; there weren't many beasts in the desert that went into defensive mode, rather than trying to tear you limb from limb or inject you with some kind of poison. "S'what he gets for trespassing on our secret base." Zeffer snickered again, trying to refocus on their purpose.