#psstpocketing

[As most lower bloods go, you had thin skin. Cold got to you easily, especially along with your summery sense of fashion, and so you surrendered yourself to trying to find a suitable place to keep warm, giving up the ghost on your trash ventures for at least a little while. Just a couple hours, you told yourself. Find somewhere you can sit in for a bit and warm up without it being much of an issue. You've done enough exploring, surely you can think of somewhere to go...]

[And somewhere you find, for graced as you are with the presence of a quaint, cozy little cafe, modern in design and atmosphere and everything else. Along with the no whip half caf soy mochas and people ordering them, you found yourself in what you would consider the perfect place to just... heat up for a while, maybe even with a warm drink in your gloved palms.]

[To add to that that, it also had a little fireplace, so that was a definite plus.]

[With a drink in hand, a soft, light cup of tea that warms the throat as it goes down smooth, you seat yourself near the fireplace, a content sigh passing your lips. Though, you weren't content for long, the box on the small table next to you drawing your attention away from the leafy drink if only for a moment.]

[Aside from the weather being an issue, you had also needed to find a safe place to mull over your... gift. You'd kept it with you since you retrieved it from your hive earlier that morning, but you didn't know what to do with it, really. Jesenia, scrawled in red, made you nervous. But, you didn't really have anything to wish for, so you had figured you'd just keep it with you for safekeeping. Or... if you ever got curious enough to open it.]

[A double edged sword, you supposed.]

[Now that you had time, you rested your cheek in your hand with a soft huff, just staring the package down as if it had eyes to stare into. What to do, what to do...]

[Though you snap out of your stupor at the sound of a familiar, whispery voice, turning towards the source in pleased surprise.]

CHARUN: Oh CHARUN: Hey CHARUN: Good to see you

[Boldir! Maybe she could help you out.]

Admittedly, stealing information from the labs here was far too easy. Which, also admittedly, meant there was just about nothing useful there. Nothing about the city, for sure. So he settled on doing it for fun, because he could, and because there were more than just baseline NPCs working in places like these, so the information could be useful.

Crouching, he quirked a brow as he saw her, telltale horns and sign on her coat clear. Trolls likely wouldn’t take issue with a little casual snooping. At least, not the ones he knew.

“I don’t think I’ve met someone from your part of the hemospectrum before.” He mused, mostly to himself.

(are we done here???)

Send me 📹 for a vine that reminds me of your muse

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blue lace agate: my muse's favorite form of communication (verbal, letters, texting, etc.)

Chk.

Chk.

And then the copier died.

Yesod had adapted to the lower level of technology seamlessly, perfectly seamlessly, until this exact moment. All he needed were some simple papers duplicated for his personal records…

The copier did not respond to his silent pleading. Its gaze was as blank and material as always.

“Work.” It was senseless to talk to a machine, and whoever had built Yesod to be so senseless as to try to talk to a machine needed a stern talking to.

“… Please.” That couldn’t be his voice that sounded so desperate and on the verge of cracking.

He could act calm, even when he wasn’t. He would just… wait here until he felt like he could turn around without vomiting.

Unfortunately, there came the sound of footsteps behind him.

[So you might be... For the lack of better word... A little bit stuck. There were a lot of decorations hung about in this place and you, with your rather sizeable horns, were not able to walk past them. Literally. Your whole head is stuck now and pulling only makes it hurt and tangle more.]

[What will you do?]

>Look for assistance

[You look around, as much as your situation allows you. Oh, there’s your new olive friend not so far away! Maybe they would be willing to assist you for that time you semi-successfully helped them. You wave at them and point to your horns with a rather distressed expression.]