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It was truly despicable that so many trolls were so appallingly disloyal to the crown. Dictys really could not believe it - helping the P.P.S. was the only way to recover New Hemisect City, and to help everyone out. Looting would only ever cause chaos - and certainly, the temporary gain from stealing supplies might be tempting. But it'd be nothing compared to the permanent loss of one of the largest cities in modern Alternia. (Dictys was probably being a little overdramatic. But only a little!) Trolls had jobs and lives here – sure, stealing might be fun for some people. And granted, there was quite a large amount of resources. But they were finite! Once trollkind ran out, it'd have to go somewhere else. And, sure, there was Chittentown and the Fronds and the old city, but none of them were this one, and spreading the selfishness could only lead to more problems.

No, there was nothing to gain from something so selfish. And, look – all those thoughtless looters had forced Dictys into this position. Supply delivery...how beneath em! If everyone had been working together as intended, Dictys would have been able to take eir rightful place organizing and directing trolls to optimize the use of their resources. There was absolutely no doubt in eir mind that ey had the skill and maturity to do so! But now – now, ey had to stumble pointlessly through the rubble of the earthquake, carrying things that were far heavier than they had any right to be.

In any case, eir delivery target was that troll ey'd seen with the B.I.G.S.I.S. monitors. Certainly...do-able, Dictys supposed. Talymn Vylius was at least someone ey'd seen helping out, so ey'd gladly provide supplies to them! And perhaps even stick around to see how...er, useful this guy could be.

Ey turned up eir nose as ey rounded the corner – and then realized that they'd almost missed seeing a very suspicious troll sporting a cape.

Well, ey had a job to do, but Dictys would find Talymn eventually. Right now it was more important to watch this – this redblooded landdweller. Ey certainly hadn't seen them at the relief station.

[!!! Talymn has gained two auto-hits! The roll is in the post below because I'm a dumbass.............' v ' ]

The little redblood stood tall guard upon her lusus, sitting on his caped shoulders. She looked nearly regal, her skirts billowing over the sides of the great ibex's back and obscuring her small shoes. It was a dusty, grim night. She was sure that trouble was afoot.

She'd elected to keep a sharp eye out for the relief, for the sake of the teen she'd come across earlier that night -- another redblood, and a handsome one at that! Carmen was sure her lusus was jealous -- she could feel it through his exquisite saddle. As she gazed upon the streets, her eyes began to grow bleary. Her little gloved hands loosened on the reigns, and she slumped forward, exhausted from two weeks of trying to get by.

Her hive had been destroyed. Looting was the least she could do to stay afloat. But, it was no matter. Ibexdad preferred the two to stay on the move anyway -- maybe it was back to Chittentown for a while. Carmen nearly dozed off, when suddenly a loud noise made her start.

"What was-- oh no! Mister Bolero, there's someone over--!"

There wasn't much she could do for the teen now -- she felt a stab of helplessness and guilt as her lusus reacted out of instinct to the sound of footsteps and her outburst. With a powerful stride he leapt soundly out of the way and down the block in an instant, grunting with irritated disdain.

"We've got to get back over there!" She pleaded. "I saw someone coming -- he might need our help!"

OOPS SORRY TORERO GETS NO BUFF.....

(Reserving a Carmen distress/reaction/nursing sweet poor rero back to health post before I forget.)