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Oddly enthusiastic indeed! It was rare for someone like Trusci to seem so... interested in the well being of other trolls, especially given the fact that she had been nothing but mad at the new watch system that had been implemented. If she had it her way, she'd be running around with the other trolls instead of helping, just like those crumpled pieces of paper had said! It sounded like those trolls were having fun, and even just by walking through the crowds she could tell that not everyone was intent on helping. Still, this was a chance she couldn't let slip by; she knew the amiable nature of her lusus well, and also knew that she'd be granted access into the destroyed world if she brought up the notion of helping; here they were! Her wide eyes gleaned over the many booths for a moment, wondering just how successful they were being with their endeavors. A mischievous side of her wanted to mess with them, but she didn't want to chance it while she was so close to Duckmom.

Instead, she hops over a nasty crack in the pavement with a childish glee, a satchel (in the same exuberant yellow as her scarf and spats) that was brought just for the occasion swung at her side, heavy with various objects. She doesn't mind, thinking of the city instead; in it's destroyed state, NHC would surely make for a perfect place to play! Dangerous and thrilling; the girl is pulled from her thoughts when her twin speaks up, the aforementioned sword held firmly in her hand, "You never know when you need to defend yourself, think Curtsi!" she said, adding in an extra sigh for effect at the end, "Here, look! I brought yours too!" a quick shuffle, she plucks a similar sword from her satchel, presenting it to her twin as she matches his stern stare with her energetic grin. He'd better accept it; she was doing him a favor here, hauling his stuff around! Besides, she noticed how nervous her twin seemed; the sword oughta' make him feel braver, at least, it made her feel a little braver...

Besides the point, she knew he knew something was up, and that was alright; he usually did catch onto her antics, but the fact was he rarely was able to stop them. Looking back over the wreckage, she never really had any intentions of helping; think about it—with all of this going on, it was obviously up to her to report on the scene! She could only imagine what sort of controversial things she would be able to dig up, especially after the BIGSIS fiasco; it was like this disaster was made for her. She could imagine the headlines now, trolls lines in shackles, justice brought down by her own penmanship.

Or, perhaps that was a little too farfetched, for now. Someday she'd be in the spotlight--no, she would make the spotlight from her own glimmering beacon of truth. Something to that effect, anyway.

Dictys noted the receipt, nodding in a manner ey thought most noble and gracious, although ey was rather confused as to how quickly the tealblood'd received hers. Ey hadn't gotten eirs sent to eir mobile hive yet! That was fine, though; ey'd have to be even quicker about it next time. "Well, I commend your dedication to Alternia," ey told them rather generously. How was it that they were stumbling over their own name? Landdwellers, really - some of them had no class! "Rrrrr - Ray-ahn, is it? It's my pleasure. You can head over there to get started helping the Public Protection Sector." Ey had to glance at the map ey'd nabbed before gesturing grandly towards that direction.

Ey turned back to the blueblood, who was really, ey thought, far more interesting than that silly tealblood with her familiar horns and unfamiliar symbol. And they were an excellent example of a good lowblood, too - thoughtful (about trollkind, at least), eager to please, loyal to the crown. "It really would! And New Hemisect City is one of the great hubs of Alternia - there is naturally a certain grandeur to the Old, but it can't compare in this day. And where else can skilled trolls of all colors mingle? Sure, I don't doubt that another city would have its day eventually, but - but we have a perfectly good one here! Miache? I do look forward to working with you to help rebuild New Hemisect City." (Dictys, evidently, loved the sound of eir own voice.) It was true, though - Dictys didn't expect to do much of the actual building emself. Fundraising, though, was classy, and it allowed for socialization, and for not having to walk. So ey'd stay here.

"But really - I shouldn't keep you from finding something to do! That'd be - well, that'd be horrible of me, wouldn't it?" Actually, Dictys wouldn't mind if Miache worked nearby. But ey also wouldn't mind finding someone else to socialize with - you know, it was always best to take maximum advantage of a situation. Ey grinned again at the blueblood, but ey quickly turned eir attention back to scanning the crowds for trolls who looked free.

Thankfully, just that moment there was a pair of yellowbloods in matching spats, scarf, and symbol wandering by. "Hey - you two! Have you brought spare weapons to donate?" It was really the only reason ey could think of for bringing them - trolls their age generally had lusii around still to defend them (and they did have one, although shared, unfortunately, among them - a strange amalgation of familiar beasts). "You can drop off some beetles here, first, and then I'd be glad to help you figure out where you need to be!"

Preening a bit at the completely undeserved praise from the other trolls, Regina wasn't one to actually let things like 'did I actually deserve that' to get in the way. After all, as a queen, you automatically deserved praise, just for existing. She was about to continue harping on the seadweller finding some lowbloods to help, (by force if necessary), when the little troll gave her a polite end note to their conversation and swung away to focus on others. Well, it looked as though her audience with these trolls was over. Shrugging, she turned away, her fingers dipping into the donation bowl and back into her pocket, quick enough so that anyone who had happened to see would find it hard to tell if she had in fact, given or taken something.

"Right, helpin'. I'll ... be off to do that. Laters!"

Giving another slightly idiotic looking smile, she wandered away from the table, in search of other entertainment in the crowd.

Mili continued to wander the wreckage, ears strained over the regular hub-bub for any cries or signs of help. Danger followed her at every step in the forms of loose hive siding and noxious fumes. It wasn’t long until, standing near a building that was not as stable as she thought, a chunk of the hive nailed her on the back and shoulder blade. Struggling under the weight of the rubble, she eventually became free. It was clear, though, that she could not patch herself. That left one choice…

With apprehension, Mili approached the throng of people. “Once I get in here, how am I to get out again?” she thought bitterly. Most stands had one or two trolls milling about. Thankfully the healing station was easily spotted. Shuffling to it, she placed her bag on the counter and rummaged through it until she found her whiteboard and marker. Writing made her wince, but it was the only way to communicate.

||Building part fell on my back right shoulder. Hurts. I think it’s bleeding.||

Miache scrunched his nose in disdain as the orangeblood skulked away. Hmph. Lowbloods. They really had no class, he was foolish for thinking of giving one the benefit of the doubt. He truly shouldn't be so surprised to see an orangeblood unable to match the properness of the seadweller. In fact.....Dictys simply seemed to have a rather impressive air about em, something Miache could appreciate.

"I suppose so," he agreed, "however, if you're ever in the lakeside area I wouldn't be opposed to a visit." He flashed one of his rare, genuine smiles. More often than not his smiles were half-hearted or condescending, but even he had his moments. "My hive isn't difficult to find, I daresay my neighbors are simply incapable of keeping hive. Mine is, by far, the most esthetically pleasing." Of course, by that he simply meant his hive was the cleanest. The grass was perfectly manicured, windows clean....hell he even frequently washed the outside. Or....rather his lusus did, it was dangerous for such a little wriggler as he, but Miache certainly took care of grooming the rest of his hive...both inside and out.

With that he nodded to Dictys and turned to walk away. Hopefully he would have better luck with the two he had called over. Miache would hope so at least, yellowbloods DID have at least a little more class than the even lower class.

Following the sweater-clad troll over, Talymn was starting to have second thoughts about letting some random kid play doctormentor with his guardian, but there was something in the plain, stoic manner that the tyke exhibited that kept him from voicing his concerns. Carefully moving the overgrown insect off of the cot and onto the ground (much to said insect's displeasure as noted by a few growling chirps) to grant the kid easier access to the damaged wing, Talymn kept a strong grip on the base of the feathery plume on Buzzkilla's head and on one of the large protruding mandibles to keep the lusus from trying to take a preemptive bite. How bad would that look if a highblooded guardian started going rogue with little to no provocation? And with all the drones keeping an eye on things, Talymn would probably end up an orphan for sure. Of course, he wasn't kidding about his earlier statement either, thus he kept a rather hypercritical eye on every little detail in the dark orange blood's movements.

After a while, he actually found himself marveling at the precision and seemingly expert manner the girl conducted herself, making him wonder how often she got to practise those skills.

Oh, you got that magic touch~
...that..
.....healing.. mending.... mer-...?
Da-na-naaagh... Still can't really think o' anythin'...

He was frowning mentally at that, but his appreciation remained all the same as she finished up. Even Buzzkilla seemed to be at ease with the whole process, or maybe he was just glad it was over. Hard to tell with that guy sometimes. Committing the 'doctormentor's' orders to memory, Talymn helped his lusus climb back onto the cot before looking back down at orange blood with a warm, grateful smile.

"Yeh, juss' one more thing. What's yer name, kid?"

The stormchaser grinned at the sound of Sarcel's voice, similarly relieved as she confirmed her well-being, and gladdened by the sound of her voice. As it had been with Aprife, he had not seen her for several weeks either, having been careful to avoid the city and its surveillance. It was all too pleasant to see them again, even under such dire circumstances. He assumed that Sarcel's hive had been spared as well, seeing as she wasn't in a completely frantic state. Truth be told, he was just a bit surprised, because she didn't seem nearly as frayed as he'd imagined she might be. All the better!

He stood between the two and watched them exchange words after introductions, a big smile on his face. Yeah, they'd be fine. He snorted a little at the yellowblood's tone, and nodded to both of them, eyes narrowed with amusement. "That's right. Not even -I- can beat her in a race." He admitted, loving to see her timid side disappear, replaced with the enthusiasm that emerged with just the right bit of coaxing and encouragement. He nearly laughed as he watched her hang back, but who could blame her? Aprife's creeper side was showing, but he wasn't about to intervene when there were more interesting things to be done.

"Yes, I was going to ask her if she would join us." Zeffer glanced at his friend, eyes narrowed, smirk apparent. It would be good to have her along, and he knew Aprife wouldn't care. He was reminded suddenly of the team he'd formed all that time ago, Primary Colors, and felt a little pang of sadness. He hadn't seen Rero for the longest time, not since Bloodfest, and he wished the little redblood wasn't so restricted in his activities. There was no time to lament it, however.

"We're going to go...treasure hunting. You know." Zeffer grinned fangedly, hoping that Sarcel would catch his drift. With all the trolls and drones wandering around, he didn't really want to announce their real intentions out loud.