#fantroll open

=> You sit on the grassy bank of one of the few canals running through Atecastar, just under a bridge. It's gloomy and cloudy out, like it's just about to rain. But, you don't particularly care.

=> Picking up a rock, you toss it in to the flowing water. Thinking to yourself as you watch the ripples dissipate.

=> Evicted- from that shitty place, no less. Apparently out of the landlord's hands, who was, again, apparently not paying his own fucking bills. You sold a majority of your 'trophies' and... things you could spare. And others you kind of couldn't but didn't have any choice but to spare. And you still didn't have enough to buy the space from the bank.

=> 22 nights left to get your shit together and vacate. To tell someone else you're absolutely fucked and maybe get some help- though you hate the idea.

=> Where are you gonna go? How will you keep getting to work? You have like nothing to your name now. Had nothing much, to begin with. You hate everything about this. About your luck. About your life, even.

=> You pick up another rock- a larger one this time- and aggressively throw it towards the water again.

=> It all feels pointless, and you wonder how it could possibly get worse.

>> You hop from Remus' back onto the balcony of an upper story apartment, lock picking tools in hand.

>> It's the middle of the night, but that just means you have the cover of darkness and it's easy to tell when someone isn't hive- All the lights are off. Most trolls are at work or out and about.

>> It takes some fiddling with the door, but you let yourself in. You pause for a moment to take in your surroundings, listening for movement, searching for signs of a lusus or pet.

"╪his is asinine. Reduced ╪o inves╪iag╪ing 'spooky ru/\/\ors'?"

"A proper ou╪fi╪ would have infor/\/\an╪s for ╪his, bu╪ no, we have ╪o be funded wi╪h paper scraps and well wishes..."

=> You jab the end of your cane into dirt of the moderately overgrown lawn you stood in. Then you go the extra mile and use the cane to squash an errant tick you spot.

=> This wasn't quite the boonies, but this is farther from the city than you've been in a while. Garsad had pointed out that there was an unusual amount of chatter online about 'spooky shit' happening out here. Strange noises, lights, the usual crap that plagues every fright fest.

=> You doubted it would be as good as that suddenly overgrown forest that Alpha had looked into a few weeks ago. Now that shit, definitely a sign of some asshole fucking with the rules. You sigh. Not like this.

=> You glance to the hive in question, with its windows shuttered, paint somewhat fraying, and complete lack of signs of life. You look down the path towards the rest of the lawnring. You look back at the rustling in the bushes nearby, right hand moving reflexively towards your shoulder.

You’ve been to several parties you’ve liked over the sweeps, set in venues across Alternia.

This isn’t one of them.

You’d been encouraged by Varval, and you don’t like turning your old professor down, but the atmosphere here is…tense, to say the least.

You’re one of the few trolls below cerulean who isn’t staff. The only one with white hair, too.

Being looked at doesn’t bother you, and there’s no point trying too hard to blend in. Your differences are…obvious. Often remarked on.

Oh, I hope you feel better soon! Your hair wasn’t always that color, right? It’ll grow back in healthy?

It’s so…impressive that you made it this far! Really, you should be proud of yourself.

Atlantis is so quaint and cute! You’re a perfect model for it.

You smile and smile and turn topics around to ask about them instead. You’re boxed into a corner, surrounded by bluebloods and purples. Leaving mid-conversation will be seen as weak.

This is, by no exaggeration, one of the two worst things about living here on this planet. Even after a few years of living here, you can't get used to doing this... and you don't know whether that's a good thing or not, especially in regards to your moral compass.

You're standing beside a bridge that goes over a quiet river, with a small path alongside it. You noticed the sound of snoring the other night when walking over it, and you're back to see if it's there again, and it is...

...The tell-tale sign of someone sleeping. An easy target, the only type you can kill.

Your fingers grip the handle of the wood axe you've taken as your weapon as you take a breath, trying to steel yourself as your knuckles turn white.

=> It's pouring down with rain, which in your mind is perfect weather to be out for a walk. With your umbrella in one hand (a cute pastel blue one with a Cinnamoroll design), and a plastic bag with some snacks in the other, you're on your way home from the convenience store.

=> There's few trolls about due to the weather, which means you can take your time meandering without worrying about other people staring at you. You stop to look at the colourful city lights reflected in the puddles, pass by a pretty garden outside an apartment hivestem and don't feel like it's strange to admire the flowers, and you even get to pet a stray cat.

=> But, as you turn down the next street and get maybe a few blocks down, you hear a voice.

=> Was that someone saying 'help'? Or was it a 'hello'? Either way, it was something, and you're not sure whether walking into someone in trouble or a stranger wanting friendly conversation with you is even more nerve-wracking.

=> Either way, you stop, and look over at the source of the noise, tilting your umbrella so you can see the full picture.

Judge meme! Because I haven't done one of those in so very long! What's fun with him is that you get 3 different personalities. Which one will you get? The serious fleet general? The bloodthirsty gladiator or the casual flirt?