Three sentences: a tired old man who lived a full life and now just wants to live in peace. He's an Asshole and grumpy, but begrudgingly kind and takes care of several youngsters that don't have anywhere else to go. His hobbies include mathematics, knives, cats, and being alone.
“Why him?” they asked. They’d only ever seen the man as old and crotchety - using the natural respect earned from old age as an excuse to snap and demand.
The child smiled. They knew something the others didn’t. “He has a nice place.” And he did - a bit isolated from the rest of the town, sure, but it never felt lonely. The local stray cats often found shelter and food there, and even let some of the children pet them, sometimes. His children - the ones he’d taken in, who’d thought they might be alone all their lives, who couldn’t see any real future for themselves - but now they did. Heck, the kid thought, he even helped them with their math!
“Okay,” said the others, “but a nice place doesn’t give him an excuse to act that way.”
“I think,” said the child, “it’s the best excuse.”
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Amarie could hardly believe what had happened in the last few nights. Dressed in a shimmering, floor-length indigo gown, her hair and makeup flawlessly accentuating and highlighting her youth - she was barely old enough to be Ascended, really, but here she was, attending a dinner hosted in her honor. The scars from the encounter had barely had any time to heal - but at least that meant she could show them off. And so she would - particularly the gash running almost the length of her arm.
Her focus, as she entered the room, was not on the trolls in it - she wouldn’t know many of them, if any, she theorized - but on the decorations. The sparkling, crystalline hanging lights - the carefully arrayed selection of foods - everything. It wasn’t that she was unused to wealth, but... there was something almost alluring about knowing that it was being displayed for her.
She smiled slowly, and stepped forward, remembering at the last second that there were other trolls in the room and pulling back quickly before she could step directly into a tall blueblood. She quickly excused herself from that interaction, and turned to try to navigate a better path.
No, that's not exactly right. You remember your name -- Suroce -- or is it- wasn't it something else? Began with a B?
You're lying on the floor, facedown. The carpet's a deep purple. Like you. You're purple. Does that mean something? Is this your hive?
A faint buzzing- no, murmuring in your ears, and you think someone's talking. You grunt, and try to get up to talk to them, but your arms and legs don't seem to want to move, and the sudden pain in your wrists and ankles convinces you to stop anyway.
"She's awake."
"Thought I'd killed her."
Two voices. The first one sounds familiar, deep, measured, and authoritative. The second is a complete blank, but it seems to be a younger troll.
He thought he'd killed me?!
Panic overwhelms your system, until you remember there's an outlet, and channel the fear into it. There's a gasp from one of the trolls, and from the other troll, nothing. That was probably the older one, you think. He's probably one of--
One of what?
Footsteps, quick yet precise, approach you. You turn your head and see -- this troll is tall. Dressed in sharp white with violet accents. For the life of you, you can't remember his name.
"I will finish the job."
His voice shows no trace of fear, and you realize who he is -- Vadius.
"Didn't we work together?" you protest, wincing internally at just how high your voice ticks up. "Vadius, what is this madness?"
He's actually rendered speechless for a moment, looking back toward the other troll. "You did not lie," he admits to them. About what? you wonder.
"I know my powers," the other troll replies defensively. You're about ready to cry in frustration, confusion. You don't even know what they're talking about, nor anything at all, and they're talking about killing you! You increase the output.
"Look, just- just kill her, okay?" The young one's definitely feeling the effects now, panicking just like you. Which would be good if he hadn't just argued for your death. You turn down the intensity a little, breathing slower to assist, but it's too late. Vadius draws his gun, locks it onto you with a click, and you try to distract him with another burst of panic, but he's already fired. The last thing you hear is the other troll's scream.
Her boots were soft on the stairs, unusual for her. Normally she made sure to step heavily; she enjoyed the feeling of power it gave her, to hear her steps and know that the desk-trolls downstairs could hear her coming. But tonight, power was really the last thing on her mind.
She hurried down to the landing and swung around the corner, hand on the railing for stability. Her eyes searched the rows of desks, but she couldn't see the troll she was looking for. She didn't recognize anyone there.
"Anynde? Oranos Anynde?" Her voice seemed weak, worried, unlike herself. A desk-troll turned to her, eyed her with the usual strained, dead eyes. "Not here."
She'd heard it from the higher-ups, that Oranos was missing, but she didn't believe it, she couldn't. Xe never missed a night of work without good reason and she knew it. Something must have happened. But what?
The next stop was xer hivestem, xer hive really nothing more than a room and a half tacked on at the very top. She'd half believed Oranos when xe'd said xe always took the stairs. But she didn't have time to do that, nor the patience. And she barely had patience for the slimy, old elevator.
Oranos was dead when she found xem, xer bright red mutant blood spilled on the floor, burning into her eyes. Xer husktop smashed in - xe must have tried to alert her. Or at least the workplace. But most likely, her.
The elevator's buzzing brought her back, and she tried to still her shaking form, taking slow breaths just like Oranos said. That wasn't real. That wasn't real. Just another fear turned nightmare, like the rest. The ones she'd had ever since she was young. They'd been getting worse recently, since she'd known Oranos, but xe seemed to know how to calm her, so it was worth it.
Right now, though, she doubted it was. Xe was a mutant, after all, and she was an idiot for getting attached to xem. Xe was probably dead in a ditch somewhere between here and work, and then what would she do? The answer seemed obvious to her. She'd almost done it in the elevator already.
She knocked on the door, in the special pattern the two of them used with each other. She'd made up her mind. She couldn't let this go on any longer. If Oranos wasn't dead, she had to end it now. She couldn't maintain an attachment to a mutant. It was killing her.
"Come in?" came the familiar voice, and she could feel her tension melting away already. "Anynde!" she nearly shouted, throwing the door open. "What the hell are you doing here? Why aren't you at work?"
The other troll sat up in bed, clearly surprised to see her, and she felt a stab of guilt as she noticed xer raspy breathing. "Sorry... thought I notified. I don't want to contaminate..." and xe broke off to cough into xer hand.
"Oh... shit, I didn't know." She paused for a moment in the doorway, before making a decision - she strode across the room to xer bed and squatted down beside xem. "What can I do?"
