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 Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2016 5:46 am
The shrieking barely sounded like words to the tall redblood, eyes wide, hands shaking from fear and shock as he felt his body clench up and slowly freeze. He could barely understand him from his screaming and screeching, but he understood enough to make him want to hurl from disgust. This troll was nothing but a product of the disgusting superiority and prejudice of their society, more so than Zindel's already pessimistic mentality. If this guy wanted to he could get money from as many trolls as he wanted to. He could've been doing anything else with his life, and get money that way. But he chose this way instead.
Zindel didn't hide his disgust, this time.
Once more he was screamed at, and by the end of it, Zindel mostly wanted to just shove him away-- Though it seemed he didn't need to. The blueblood had done so already-- Something he hadn't expected. In his daze, Zindel took that as a signal to run... But he was too slow. The blue blood shouted attack, and the last thing he saw was a white, humid, living rectangular shape aimed directly for his face. In his shock, he didn't move and it landed directly-- On his face.
Zindel shrieked. Or at least, tried to. No air escaped and entered his lungs, and his entire view of the world had disappeared with one sickening slap. His hands flew to his head, feeling it tighten considerably around his head and shrieking into it, trying to tug and pull it off in a moment of desperate struggling for his life. It's rough texture, it's squeezing and humidity-- His efforts were all in vain, this was it, this was his death. "GHHRGHNNGRNHFF!!!!!!" Zindel kept trying, flailing and looking like a complete idiot as he searched for where the damn thing's corners were-- Before finding it and immediately trying to rip it off his face. He couldn't breathe, see, or hear anything. He was completely senseless, and he was gasping, breathing, aching for air.
And from that moment on, Zindel knew he wasn't okay with dying in such a pathetic way.
Hivestuck this growth is a masterpiece and i love it [12:35:34 AM] mealona-pan: how many GMs can be like [12:35:35 AM] mealona-pan: hey [12:35:37 AM] mealona-pan: i gave this one oc [12:35:40 AM] mealona-pan: a phobia [12:35:42 AM] mealona-pan: of towels [12:38:12 AM] mealona-pan: i am putting this on the top shelf of rp mod accomplishments [12:38:17 AM] mealona-pan: next to 'making ppl cry real tears'
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2016 3:37 pm
Through the smothering flesh and cartilage of the lusus, Zindel could make out a wave of muffled screaming. It was more than just the blueblood now- that much was obvious- but it was near impossible to make out just how many voices had been added to the static. While Zindel writhed in his attempt to break free from the darkness, several figures grazed past him and jostled the redblood backwards. The lusus wrapped around his head let out an aggressive beep. Taking one or two horns to the gut, Zindel was suddenly seized from behind. Small pinching hands began tugging relentlessly at his clothing- it felt like there were dozens, digging into his skin and threatening to drag him down. Zindel's knees buckled, and they swarmed. Pinning him to the pavement, the trolls pried Zin's hands away from his face and the strangling lusus, barking words he couldn't quite make out. Then, like the crack of moonlight that opened before Zindel, clarity came in the blink of an eye. The screams had been battle cries. "IT'S LETTING GO!" "KEEP PULLING-!!!" The words came through crystal-clear. There was a mess of fingers and hands tugging at the lusus. "More! MOOOORE!" Cool air greeted Zindel's face, as did a slurry of high pitched shrieks of encouragement. Outnumbered, the lusus surrendered, releasing Zindel with a wet squelch before springing off his face to retreat. The gaggle of lowblooded children all but burst into a roar of applause at their success. A few scrambled to chase the lusus in vain, who was much, much faster and oozed some sort of slippery mucus. Zindel knew that, though. "A-are you okay, mister?" A familiar stammer. Neecha rolled off Zindel's left arm and hopped up to her feet, tilting her head with concern. A little over a half dozen children circled around Zindel, wearing various levels of excitement and pride on their faces. Blue blood dripped from several of the crude weapons they clutched in their hands. "W-we was coming by to say thanks, since y'know we all share what we get and it seemed r-right n' all, but you were busy havin' adult talks, and then-" "AND THEN HE ATTACKED YOU," Toutou burst in through two taller trolls, blue smeared across his nose and left cheek. "But we were all. NO NO!" The orangeblood threw his arms up and stomped, imitating the restaurant owner. Eliciting giggles from several of his friends, he puffed his chest out and beamed. Neecha rolled her eyes and repeated herself, but corrected her wording. "Are you going to be okay, mister?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2016 6:42 pm
He heard screaming, but all thoughts of rationality were out the door when he felt his breath pushing, trying to inhale, to exhale, to do something with his breathing-- But everything went wrong, this was terrible, terrible, he was going to die because of a sentient towel and he wished he could cry--
He was pushed backwards-- Were they his lackeys? He couldn't exhale any of the air being shoved out of him, which only made him struggle more, thrash as much as he can for any opportunity-- But he was pathetic and was shoved down the moment the hands started pulling on him, grabbing him-- They pulled back and locked his hands down, making him actually shriek now-- He didn't want to die, he didn't want to die, he didn't-- ********, this was it, his final staws, his final good riddance on the world, and the last thing he was was a water filled towel lusus. He couldn't even think at this point. And only when he felt a small wrenching feeling did Zindel begin to question his upcoming death-- But it was impossible, anyways, he was going to die, it was already settled, and--
Air.
Zindel coughed and wheezed for breath, eyes wide and panicked before feeling nothing on his face anymore, face red from the blood that rushed to it along with a lightheaded dizziness that made him have to hold his head in as a searing headache exploded in his mind. It took him a few, but a familiar voice stuttered near his left arm, snapping him out of his daze as he his eyes moved from one face to another, dazed and confused. He blinked several times before focusing on the blue blood on their weapons, eyes going wider as he realized what exactly ways happening. The blueblooded chef was gone. Where did he go? Zindel then realized he didn't particularly care. The current sight in front of him, however, took up all his mind. His emotions. The children, more than just the two kids from before, stood with pride-- The orangeblood was eager and happy, and it was only after their nervous chatter that Zindel was able to respond correctly. "...I think so."
All because of them. All because he helped them, gave them food for another day...
...It felt nice. Like each one of them supported him, so much they played with their lives for him, just to save him. "It sounds, uh, rather impressive." Zindel murmured with a confused tilt of his head, he finally pieced it all together-- They had nothing, but if it were done as a way of repayment, they'd give everything. Zindel felt a little more camaraderie now, a smile spreading across his face. With a wheeze, Zindel tried to calm his racing heart, sighing softly. "...Thank you guys. I-- I think I would've died." He murmured, then paused. "I... I suck at this stuff, especially with highbloods. So I'm... Really thankful." Maybe most trolls weren't all that bad.
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2016 12:13 pm
Neecha nodded, a genuine smile spreading across her thin face. Opening her mouth to speak, she was once again cut off by her young companion. "Yeah, you woulda probably died there if we didn't save ya. Gotta remember highbloods are just as stab-able as we are!" Toutou waved his blue-stained dagger around and let out a self-satisfied giggle. Neecha cast a sideward glance at the orangeblood. "I didn't say do that part." He fell silent, albeit still grinning and orange in the face. "We sure are g-glad to hear that you're okay. We would stay with you longer, but we r-really should skedaddle." Neecha's small brow furrowed as she glanced down at the blood smeared across a handful of her group. She threw a paranoid look over her shoulder. "I-it'll be too dangerous around these parts for awhile. You and your friends should avoid it, too. B-but t-t-thanks again for the beetles, mister. Be safe!" "YEAH, thanks!" "Thank youuuu!" "Byeee!" "You kicked me and it was awesome!" "Thanks for the food!" Departing with a cheer of farewells and compliments, the young lowblooded gang of children disappeared into the shadows of the alleyways as quickly as they had appeared.
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2016 3:51 pm
Zindel and Neecha shared a smile before the smaller orangeblood spoke up, startling Zindel. It was only when he shook the dagger that Zindel completely understood the meaning of the dagger-- His pump biscuit clenched, gulping a little in as his minds caught up with his thoughts-- They stabbed the blueblood, they'd ******** stabbed the blueblood. Man, Zindel didn't know how to feel toward the small band of kids-- Maybe... Admiration from how they had the gal to do something he could never do, ever in his life? Or rashness, for jumping into battle for him. One troll slid through his head-- But he quickly pushed her out of his mind. Right now, he could handle her. He could deal with being berated.
But now, at least, he knew there were trolls out there uncaring of their bullshit.
Kids, younger than him, with an understanding of danger but simply acting upon it because they felt that way... It was nice to see the troll race wasn't completely lost. Etsali, Ephias, Voscil-- They understood that, but he simply supposed it was because they were all speedy on everything. Except Ephias. Ephias mostly chilled... With a small wave of goodbye to the kids, Zindel nodded in response, already beginning to walk away. His troupe would join him soon, and then, he'd tell them what happened. They'd leave.They'd have to find a new spot, of course, but it was worth it to see the dumb face of that damn blueblood.
So on his way back, he allowed himself think of how awesome some trolls could really be.
Hivestuck and done!!!! thank you so so much for this growth, it was so much fun to write and zin did the Learning Things (tm).... (sorry for uncreative end, i suck at ends, sobs)
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