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Lunear reacted badly to crowds. More, he reacted poorly to crowds where he felt he was not worth his time nor his consideration nor sharing his same air and breathings space. It made for the whole 'go out and protest bit a touch difficult, but then, a lot of things did. Lunear was hardly one to be considered likeable or very mature even if he'd grown. He was a brat, knew it, embraced it, and yet refuted it all the same. He'd just been born a better hand and while sure the system was broken in many ways and shapes and forms, he was still above the commoners, the plebs.

It was only by the fact she was asking for his pardon and that he was in a crowd that Lunear didn't snap at the redblood who's touched his person, (had she touched him oh by the mothergrub he'd had to have this outfit burned for more reasons than hiding evidence now). Tilting his head to get a better view of her from behind his mask, the fact remained. He'd been asked a question, and while he could have brushed it off or ignored them, doing so was... a bad idea at best. He would have to play nice. Just like he usually did.

"I am afraid I have not seen your friend. If that is what I assume they are?" He smiled, wondering how many trolls actually matched the description of that tall with a lot of bows. Maybe a lot? He wasn't a bow type of troll. More lace. Lace was better, more detailed and refined, just like him.
If easier to ruin.
Also like him.

Standing on the tops of his boots he aimed to look above the crowd, only barely noticing one troll's colored ribbons fluttering about. "Tell me," he asked the red blood. "Are they of low-er, of more yellow shade? Those are the only ribbons I can spot from this distance I'm afraid." He held out an arm, offering at the least to escort the smaller troll to their companion lest they be trampled in the crowd. "Lune." He offered as his name. "I doubt you're fairing very well with ah, locating what this or that is going on given the state of the masses."

"Oh, yes, that's her!" Odette said joyfully, peering around to see if she could catch a glimpse of her friend. Turning back to the other troll, she noticed his arm was extended in assistance. "Oh! You didn't need to, but..." She said, blush creeping on her cheeks. It wasn't every day she experienced such kindness from strangers. Really, she was pleased that he didn't scream at her for touching him. She took a moment to compose herself, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Thank you kindly for your help, sir Lune." Odette bowed before the masked troll. Raising a delicate hand to her chest, she replied "Odette Cygnet, it is a pleasure to meet you."

She took hold of Lune's arm and followed him to Vremea. Once the yellowblood was in sight, it took all her energy not to ditch her benevolent escort. As they approached closer, Odette spotted a familiar pair of horns, with an even more familiar hairstyle.

"Athene?" Odette wondered out loud. Her pump biscuit started to beat fast. It had been so long since she had seen her! There was so much to tell her! Once the two were close enough to the growing social circle, Odette turned to Lune, letting go of his arm. She rushed to Athene and pulled her into a hug, and exclaimed "Athene! It has been too long! I have missed you so much!" Then she turned to Vremea to give her a hug as well.

"Oh Lune, this is the troll I told you about. My moirail, Vremea," Odette motioned to the yellowblood, and then turned to Athene. "And this is Athene, another close friend of mine. Friends, this is Lune." After everyone was properly introduced, Odette fiddled with her hair some more. She looked at the sand at her feet before looking up at Lune again. "Thank you again for all your help. I'll have to return the favor some day."

Be polite, be nice, and be good and you will gain allies. Supposedly that's how it worked. At least that's what his gut and all his learnings from the tubes and trashy books he read told him. Sir Lune made him stand a little taller, a little prouder. A little.. more egotistical. He liked this troll. He liked her a lot. She was a good red and this was placed in his mental category box of 'yes we shant call this one peasant we can call them by their name'.

It was a very sparsely filled box.

Of course, he was moderately surprised to find that the other troll he probably would refrain from calling a peasnt was the one who was the red blood's friend. Smiling, genuinely, he offered his hand out to Vremea and could have laughed.
He was taller now.

"We've met before, though I was.. shorter then. But it is a pleasure Athene. Vremea never mentioned a moirail, though, it was a ways back."

Giving her old friend a smile as she listened to her, the yellowblood's eyebrows knit in worry after hearing her response to the last question. She stayed quiet for a second, struck by shock— "Athene, you will not die. The letter seems mysterious, yes, but not life-risking." Hopefully. Reaching over and grabbing her hand, she squeezed it tightly. "I think we shall go on the trip as well. The rebels can spend some time without us. For now." She said, then looked back to the crowd, thinking of the new rebels that this would bring— just one time was alright, right...?

Looking to the side, Vremea happened to notice someone familiar— was that...? A smile burst across her face and the yellowblood nodded behind Athene, playing a little with her long hair as she watched Odette pull Athene into a hug and then slide over to give her a hug. Returning it, Vremea felt a little shy at her introducing Vremea as her morail, and looked up to say hello-- when her eyes bore into the other trolls with a blink. He looked... very... familiar... her eyes strayed to his horns, then to his scar, blinking again. Was that... "Lune?!" Holy crap, what the heck?! He was just a kid the last time she saw him...! "You're so-- tall," She said in awe, then caught herself, standing a little straighter.

"I was... something of a mentor of his in the past. For the WACKY problem. He and I worked together along with Milieu and an orangeblood named Zariah." She murmured, remembering the harsh days in the desert. "It was before the... Old Hemisect problem." Turning toward Lune, Vremea dimly remembered how annoying he had been. This was quite the change, unless he was just putting on a front. "We only recently became morails." She stated to him, remembering the events that led to them becoming morails and looking to the side slightly, her cheeks heating up as she looked over to Odette whom was playing with her hair. It was so strange, putting a label on their relationship, but it was true. They calmed each other down, one way or another-- she remembered having thought she'd ever get a relationship, even a morail. It seemed she was wrong. "However we have been friends for a long time. It has been a long road since then."

Keionx gave Wolly a hug and a skritch on the head. ”No, not yet...” she cast her own furtive look towards the drones. Still peaceful. The crowd... still angry. For now.

”Don't chant!” she exclaimed, startled by her friend's words. ”Please, I beg of thee, don't get thyself into trouble.” Crazy as she was, the idea brought a chill to her guts. She knew that she – they all – walked a very thin line where the establishment was concerned, she just chose to cloak it all with her madness and decision that action was better than moping and hiding, and thus the best route, irregardless of the consequences. She could handle the consequences of her recklessness. Ephias... couldn't. She was not sure he could. And the way he was talking, he was about to be reckless, and that scared her - She couldn't let him do that.

But how?

”Then we do not wait! But we do not incite anger and violence, either.” she explained, ”We take matters into our hands! We help!” surely, helping the people would not bring danger down upon her friend... would it?

You never know with highbloods...
She ignored that thought for another, bright, sudden, heroic, and far less dangerous thought.

”These trolls thirst, so we bringeth water and give it to them!” she said, ”Isth that not better than chanting with the crowd?”

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Odette couldn't have been in a better mood. Yes, she was in this strange mob under dangerous circumstances, but she was surrounded by friends, and to her nothing was better than that. Even the stranger turned out to be surprisingly polite- a rare treat for the redblood. She was surprised to hear that he was familiar with Mili and Vremea, but a friend of theirs was a friend to her. Yes, everything was lovely and Odette was enjoying the pleasant conversation amidst the riot.

That was, until she heard a voice ring out from the crowd. Shrill and distinct, Odette recognized it immediately, feeling nauseated at the mere sound. A strange feeling bubbled in her blood as she stood there, eyes wide, listening to the voice. The sounds of her friends drowned out among it. She mumbled an "I have to go," to her friends, not even sure if it was audible among the riffraff.

She felt captivated, drawn to the voice, and she wiggled her way through the crowd carelessly and quickly. It got louder and louder with every step, almost exponentially. It got to a point where all she could hear was the voice and her own bloodpusher, beating fast. She saw the purple and a glimpse of the white makeup. Clenching her fists so tightly that they shook, she snuck behind the purpleblood with silent precision. Wanting more than anything to bash the girl's skull in, she raised her fist...

And stopped. Standing beside her was a kid redblood, who reminded her so much of herself that she almost thought her mind was playing tricks on her. He was clearly here with the purpleblood, but why? Regardless of the answer, the mere sight of the kid brought Odette to her senses. She couldn't attack this purpleblood now, certainly not in front of the drones that were keeping their eyes on her. With a sigh, Odette released her fists.

There would be a better time for such behavior, a better place. Swanmom might have agreed with the idea of revenge, but not here and now. It could get her and her friends involved in too much danger. But maybe there was another way. Odette could find her later, when the conditions were not so dangerous. She could possibly attack her in her own home, when she'd least expect it.

But Odette had no idea where the troll lived now. Her previous home had been destroyed, and Odette was certain the girl wasn't taking up permanent residence in Chittentown of all places. She could search for her elsewhere, but Odette didn't even have a name to work off of. She needed more information, and there only seemed to be one way to get it.

"E-excuse me..." Odette asked in the most polite tone she could muster in that moment. Inhaling sharply, the redblood tensed, bracing herself for whatever screaming might be returned her way.