#fantroll closed

Sliding your visor off of your face, you let it rest above your forehead. The heads-up display was starting to give you a headache, although that feeling may just have been from the blow to the head you took from that brute of a troll earlier. You were naturally able to wear him down, but not before you took a few solid hits. Your uniform was torn in several places from the scuffle, but the bodysuit beneath was practically untouched, having shielded you from the worst of his attacks. You still felt the pain from where he attacked you, and you didn’t have to look to know that he left bruises. And you hadn’t even bothered to notice that your nose was bleeding.

You were pretty ready to go home for the night, but the mountain up to your hive was always a long hike, and although you were definitely used to it by now, your injuries stopped to make you reconsider. Staring up at your mountain, you decided to head elsewhere to recuperate, and made your way toward the forest.

You hustled through the woods, not going as fast as you could since it still hurt in some places. Still, it didn’t take you long to happen upon your mate’s cottage. You’d only been there a handful of times, but you were glad that you could remember how to get there. Making your way around the fence, you gave the door a couple knocks.

It was the dead of night as you sat outside a small tea shop in the city, with a table reserved for two. The moons hung overhead as you kept an eye open for your new acquaintance, a troll you had met over the net. The two of you had been talking for only a short while, speaking to each other under aliases, when one of you came up with the idea of meeting in person. A risky move to be sure, but that’s why you kept your blade at your side.

> Tonight was a slow night, but then again, it always was. You sat at your desk, working on a new outfit for yourself. For a couple weeks now, you’ve stopped considering this to be an actual job, and you rarely turn on you “Open” sign anymore, simply because very few trolls actually bother to shop here. The only reason you’re still here is because no one has purchased it from you yet. Until someone comes along to buy it from you, it at least serves as a suitable hive-away-from-hive, and a decent workshop for making new outfits for you and your friends.

> It’s lightly drizzling outside, and you can hear the faint taps of rain clinking against your store’s window. Your attention turns to the weather outside. You think you remember hearing on the radio that it’s going to get worse as the night progresses. Which is fine for you, you weren’t planning on leaving anytime soon. As you turn your attention back to your outfit, you hear the front door open, with the chime ringing to let you know someone was there. You call out to them, not really taking your eyes off your work.

As you put the last book up on the shelf and decided to get ready to call it a night, you heard your front doors open. You were surprised anyone would be coming here this close to daytime, even if the storm clouds outside made it nighttime almost all the time. You gently stepped down from your ladder and tiptoed over to the front door to see a troll, soaking wet from the downpour outside, looking rather lost.