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 Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2015 6:16 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2015 7:49 am
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High above the city, a green blood sat on his winged ape lusus and growled irritably. He hated being up this high in the sky. It was cold and just a bit harder to breathe than normal. Not to mention the pain-in-the-arse winds that seemed to push them back two feet for every one foot they made.
"You sure this is where the place is, Machim?" Hazmas asked, raising his voice so he could be heard over the howling wind. The lusus let out an affirmative hoot and began to descend.
"Finally. We wouldn't even be up there if it weren't for that sun-begotten letter," he groused, wiping his nose on the back of his hand. "Probably sent to me by mistake anyway. I mean, what purple blood in their right mind would send me of all trolls, a letter? Let a lone an invitation?"
Machim just chattered and shook her head, reminding him to spiff himself up before they arrived. Letting out a disgruntled sigh, the young troll took a moment to make sure his jacket was as dust free as he could manage. Going to the hive of a high-blood, even if it was to return a miss-addressed letter, was an occasion that demanded even he dress up for it. So with his best and most dirt free shirt and trousers pressed, his duster well cleaned and oiled, his steel toed boots shined and polished, and his hair slightly more groomed than usual, Hazmas did one last touch up as he and Machim neared the sender's hive.
"Holy fletchin' duggers... And I thought the construct of what's-his-name's hive was impressive," he breathed, taking his eyes of his clothes and staring at the estate. Despite his earlier quibbling, the young troll couldn't help but gaze in awe of the hive as they approached. It was big, lush, and very well built. Smirking at her young charge, Machim alighted almost gracefully on the circle of grass in the front yard. Slowly he climbed off his lusus, still looking around as he up to the front door and knocked on its probably varnished surface.
Micillia Thank you for your patience! |
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2015 9:29 pm
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Chiara heard the knock. Finally the blueblood muttered to herself. She scampered off to the front door, not even bothering to look at her lusus, who was glaring at Chiara in the entrance room. Of course she was getting glares. Indica frowned on the games Chiara enjoyed playing with lowbloods. As soon as Chiara's hand was on the door tho, her guardian ruffled her quills and put on an inviting face.
Chiara swung the doors open wide, and found the troll she had been expecting. "Excellent! I thought you weren't going to come for a minute, and well, i just don't take insults well, so im so glad you decided to show!" Chiara reached an arm around her guest while she talked and guided him inside. Without letting her guest respond she called to her guardian. "Indica, could you please show this troll's fine lusus to the lounge? Surly she must be tired having brought her charge all the way here!" Indica gave the new troll a look and went to do as Chiara asked, nodding to the guest lusus and starting up some small talk. "I bet your starved! Lets get right to dinner!" Chiara said, loud and excited, still with her arm around her guest, guiding him as best she could.
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2015 7:27 am
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Hazmas gave a forced smile, partly glad that he'd come, but mostly intimidated by the idea that not showing up probably would've landed him in more hot water than showing up uninvited. However, the smile became a look of slight alarm as the young blue blood put her arm around him and towed him inside. No one had ever done that before and with the indiscernible look her lusus gave him, the youngster was already struggling to keep his fingers out of his bangs.
He gave Machim a rushed hoot before his blue-blooded hostess continued to tow him through her hive. It seemed his lusus had her hands just as full as he did, though he seemed to be enjoying his a lot less than she was. He wasn't used to being pulled around by a high-blood. Pushed around, shouted down, and given orders, sure, but being an invited guest? This was definitely new territory.
"Wait, hang on a minute!" he stammered, ducking out from under the blue-bloods arm. Things were going a little too fast for the greenblood. He didn't even know this troll and they were already shepherding him into their dining room! But then... that's what the invitation had been for hadn't it?
Hazmas stared at the blue blood for a moment. "You mean... You mean you actually sent it to me?" he asked, clearly bewildered at the idea that the invitation wasn't misaddressed or delivered to the wrong place.
Micillia My little bewildered child. Sorry for taking so long! XP |
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2016 2:48 pm
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"Well, yeah it did have my symbol, but a lot of trolls have similar symbols, so I didn't know if.."
Hazmas paused for a moment and just stared at the blueblood as she bowed and offered her hand. This was new. All of this, this courtesy, this lavishness, this.... niceness, was completely new - or rather, it was new when coming at this level from a highblood.
"I'm Hazmas Pochim," Hazmas replied, blinking nervously as he bowed low in return and shook Chiara's hand. He wondered what he could've done that was so interesting, a blueblood might take interest in it. A scene of him rolling about in along an alleyway with a certain purple blood came to mind. A large part of him hoped that wasn't the reason she found him interesting.
"Pleasure to meet you too," the youngster mentioned. 'If not surprising.'
He ran a hand through his bangs and across his head. "I guess I owe you an apology. I get so much misdirected mail, that I thought your invitation might be one of them."
The greenblood gave an apologetic smile before shoving his hands into the pockets of his duster jacket. "So, uh, what's for dinner?"
It was uncultured, unrefined, and definitely not high-class, but it was the only thing he could think of to say to "formally" accept Chiara's invitation and he hoped she wouldn't mind.
Micillia My cute little nervous bab~ |
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2016 12:53 pm
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