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Was: Space 22
Now: 26

Odette's performance had blown Nucleo's mind yesterday. She was so dazzling and made him feel like there was still so much he didn't know. The grace she held herself with was really beautiful and she was so nice! He knew he was still a little young so it made him feel really happy that she was nice even to kids like him.

He'd been so amazed by her display that it'd made him lose the confidence to show her his ability but that was why he'd come back today! But first he'd move his piece on the board game.

"You flee from the ambush – in order to save herself, Vremea betrays you and leaves you behind." Nucleo frowned as he read the latest chapter of Odette's life that he'd uncovered. it was horrible and made him feel ill to even think about. To Nucleo, friends and connections were everything. To be betrayed by someone that close to her had to have been devastating. What would he do if Amonee or Xavier betrayed him? There was only one set of trolls he knew that would never do such a thing but it was hard to think about. Still, that very set of trolls was exactly what he'd been planning to show Odette today.

"It's me again. Sorry I didn't manage to finish talking with you yesterday." The greenblood apologized, struggling to talk to the glamorous star in her seat. Even though they'd met twice now it was still amazing to see the real her.

"I was hoping that I could get your autograph. Or rather... we." Taking a deep breath he pulled energy from his core and began to channel it. A puff of green smoke and suddenly a second Nucleo appeared! Completely identical, a perfect clone.

"I-if that's okay, I mean. I don't know if there's a limit on how many per troll." The boy realized, flustered.

Kimbley Kitty

Fellah gulped, his eyes grew wide, did that celebrity lady just wave at him? He was still a little far removed from culture, but even the farm troll could get star struck.
Before the redblood could decide what to do, his teammate from the bowling game came over, and it didn't look like it was for an autograph.
"Oh geez, oh geez," he muttered under his breath as his feet started propelling him forward, before he even realized what he was doing. "Hey again Kursha!" he said friendly, trying to keep his anxieties out of his voice and only partially succeeding. "Now, I don't know exactly what's goin on, but this is Bloodfest, we should all be able to get along for a few nights, right?" Fellah had placed his hand on the greenbloods shoulder, trying to be make a kind gesture, while also trying to lower the muzzle of the gun with his other hand, cause holy heck there was a freaking rifle pointed at someone.
"Miss Odette here isn't doing nothin' but sign some pictures and talk. I'm sure we all got more fun things to do tonight than start some squabble, right? I mean you were darn good at bowling, you got tons of places to show off your skills instead of doing...this."

Tickets!




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Aandes stayed still behind his counter, fingers creeping towards the small filing cabinet he'd brought with him. In it contained two very important weapons. He was glad, at least, that in his forethought he'd begun recording his personal events. Video cameras installed around the booth were sure to prove Odette's fame, charity, and now this man's folly. The leader of the ambush was certainly precocious. Aandes' lips drew tighter faintly.

This was a stress test for Odette. She could handle this. In the meantime, Aandes addressed the crowd.

"Everyone, stay calm. This is a simple misunderstanding." He exclaimed coolly. He gazed over to the children at the booth, wondering if their lives were in danger. If his life was in danger. His chilly exterior was the only thing hiding his racing bloodpusher.

It was crazy how fast things changed. One moment, he was looking over an Odette T-shirt pondering the price, the next he was watching in horror as a greenblood marched up to the celebrity with a gun pointed at her. His stomach dropped and the boy tried not to panic. Were there drones around? Maybe they could calm things!

A strong looking farmboy stepped up to diffuse the situation. Amonee couldn't have been more grateful. At least until Kursha started hissing again. The situation seemed stuck in a standstill with both sides tense but unable to start firing shots yet. Odette handled it with grace but the jadeblood still couldn't help but fear for her safety. What did the greenblood want to hurt her for anyways? She was a success story. She'd come back to civilization away from the dangerous rebels. Why was he angry?

"Please don't hurt her!" The boy whimpered but he was too far from the action for it to make much of a difference. He grabbed at Nucleo's hand and wished for the best. Hopefully her winds could deflect anything from hitting her. She was kind of like a super hero in that way. She looked the part too, sitting there coolly as she faced danger in the face without even batting a perfectly mascara'd eyelash.

It was like being in a movie but in the worst way.

Board Square: 16

The moment Vremea heard the raspy voice, her entire body tensed, mouth opening slightly in shock. Vremea had just arrived, having already spun a number, eyes having read the small passage about her thrusting herself into her rebellion duties before Kursha arrived.

It was to be expected, of course-- Odette was out in the open, and she'd seen him as he passed around Bloodfest at times, hanging around near a very adorable booth that seemed completely different than his character. She'd need to visit it sometime, maybe to meet the actual booth owner-- But now, she had other worries. Like, somehow protecting her morail from potential death. At a peaceful event. Vremea clenched her teeth. Then she breathed, relaxed herself-- She was Bellen, she was Bellen, Bellen didn't know what was up between them. She did however, appreciate the redblood that stood between them and how levelheaded her morail stayed, the sight giving her the thought that she could handle it. No, she didn't just think she could-- She knew she could. Odette and Aandes were strong and smart. She'd learned a lot from her time with the greenblood, she was sure. Vremea forced herself to relax, reading the next passage she'd spun, not interrupted this time.

You flee from the ambush – in order to save herself, Vremea betrays you and leaves you behind.

A stab of shock stabbed through her pump biscuit, swallowing hard as her voice died in her throat. It was fake, of course, but just that thought made her get emotional. She inhaled, exhaled, inhaled once more and then managed to keep control of her emotions, even if only somewhat. She was still undercover. Vremea was a backstabbing snake in the grass betrayer, and she needed to play the part. Bellen glanced at the scene nearby once more, staying nearby in case of any actual altercations. If things got bad, she needed to play her part. They wouldn't be cut down after one conflict. They prepared themselves for this. They would not back down.

So Bellen stayed nearby and watched, anger pulsing through her. They could do this. She was sure of it.

point total: 21 + 3= 24 + 2=26

Fellah was not a very combat savvy troll, that much had been proven in the past. However, Fellah had also never been in a situation where he was trying to act in defense of someone. For a while the redblood froze up, not sure how to respond, but as soon as Kursha raised the rifle and cocked it something took control of him.
Taking a firm stance directly in front of Kursha, the look on Fellah's face was very peculiar, very serious for the bumbling farm troll. "Kids, why don't you listen to the nice man behind the counter. Everything is okay, but why don't you come back later?" he addressed the young trolls, eyes still locked on Kursha, a weird mix of compassion and courage.
"Kursha, I'm sorry I touched you. I won't do it again. Really though, this woman is here with plenty of security and officals around. The queen is just a few rows away for gogsake. If she were a threat, something would have been done by now. And what if Lorata were here right now? What do you think she'd think? Do you really think she'd still call you a hero if you were hauled off for instigating at a crown sanctioned event? If you won't calm down for your own sake, for the rational reasons, think of the kid who looks up to you."
It was a surprisingly well worded argument for Fellah, definitely something he hadn't done before. It could very well be completely worthless, but at least he had it in him to stand his ground. A feat he probably hadn't even been aware of.

[+] Kursha Vidari

Throughout Fellah's speech, Kursha's face went through disgust, disbelief, and finally sardonic amusement. A long laugh bubbled out from his throat. Calm down? He needed to calm down? He was the only one present acting with the least bit of sense. Had everyone else lost their thinkpans?

“Look, buddy,” he said, voice extra sharp for emphasis. He took a step towards the redblood, grinning. The move forced him to look up to meet the taller troll's gaze, but Kursha intended to get right up in his face and make him as uncomfortable as possible. He continued, crosshair pupils dilating, “I am doing the rational thing here, but if you don't get out of my way, then I'm gonna have to act very irrationally. Capiche?” Unyielding, Kursha waited for the other troll to back down.

He never got the chance.

At that moment an unfamiliar greenblood came forward, papers in hand. As the new troll addressed him, Kursha pulled away from Fellah. After clicking the safety of the rifle back on, he moved his grip up to the barrel and rested the butt against the ground so that he could examine the documents. His eyes darted rapidly across the pages, expression unfathomable. As he thumbed through however, he felt a pit open up in his digestive cavity. His jaw clenched.

s**t.

s**t, s**t, s**t, s**t, s**t!

So that was it. She was playing the long game. Fine then. So could he. No one made a fool out of Kursha Vidari and no one beat him when it came to patience. In the end, he knew who would come out on top. Odette was not a problem. The implications of her presence were however.

As the second member of the Phoenix Initiative he had encountered that evening, he knew better than to hope it had been a bizarre coincidence. Who knew how many more were wandering about in disguise or supposedly redeemed? The idiots! If they couldn't die, they could at least do themselves a service and play dead. Supposing one of them slipped up and word got out... it would all be on him.

His body tensed and it took all his effort not to crumple the paper.

Paranoia that he thought banished since the gala returned with a vengeance. Everything he had been through since turning his back on the Phoenix Initiative would have been pointless. He would have gone to hell and back for absolutely nothing. No, worse than nothing. What should have been the means to his victory had instead become the seeds for the poison that would kill him. He felt like throwing up. Now wasn't the time though. Show them nothing, give them nothing.

His attention returned to the greenblood. Kursha had only been half listening during his explanation, but as he mulled over the greenblood's words, they doubled back and stung him. Had that last comment merely been an innocent remark, or a subtly-phrased insult? Eyes narrowed, Kursha studied the greenblood, trying to get a read on him. Nothing. Either the greenblood meant nothing by it after all, or he had one hell of a poker face.

Needless to say, Kursha trusted no one.

“Hm...” He gave the documents one last look over. It was more for show than anything else. “So you would be... Aandes LaMode?” he asked, looking at the greenblood. The crosshairs had faded from his eyes. “I guess I should be the one apologising.” He smiled, first at Aandes and then at Odette. Very deliberately he did no such thing.

“You don't mind if I take these, do you? Just to double check things.” he asked, fanning the documents. It was not really a request. “I'm sure you have a couple more copies laying around.” Though he did not emphasise his meaning, he did give Aandes a pointed look. As he did, he took special care to note all the greenblood's features, committing his face to memory. If Aandes thought he had Kursha beat then he had another thing coming.

“In any case, I don't want to disrupt things more than I already have, so I'll just head on out and let you smooth things over here.” Picking up the rifle, Kursha returned it to its sling. He glanced between Aandes, Odette, and finally Fellah. “I'll be seeing you around,” he said. Then, without further ado, he turned on his heel and left the same way he came.