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"Orivar's SUCH a hardass!"

The corners of her lips twitched and turned downward at the poorly hushed complaining of her little shitten. Baiyan's trying her best to be subtle, but she's never been good at controlling her voice - especially when she's railing against whatever rules she's been placed under.

"I know like, it's the rules of the ball to make us leave after 10, but like! We could pass as old enough Phemoe! Ugh, she just needs to help vouch for us, it's not like we'd get in any worse trouble than -" Baiyan's words were cut off with a sharp yelp as Orivar's cane rapped hard against the back of her ankles.

"Watch your mouth," Orivar scolded as the child stumbled. "And my name is Lu. Mind yourself."

🔥 If you’re roleplaying a japanese troll and their entire thing is that they’re inexplicably troll Amish, and live life exactly like it’s the 1600′s, while the rest of your cast is actively modern..

I’m going to say that’s racist and weird. There is a frequent issue of people looking at minorities and fetishizing how their cultures were hundreds or thousands of years ago, ignoring the way it is today - when people go to Egypt and ask “oh, do you worship Anubis?” when it’s a Muslim country, it’s racist. When you’re making Japanese characters, ignoring the fact modern Japan is a thing and focusing on historical Japanese villages, while placing them alongside modern characters, with no commentary or explanation, that’s still racist, and it’s exotification.

Because why are these characters inexplicably stuck in the past? If no one’s offering up commentary on this, that insinuates it’s just perfectly normal for western characters to be in t-shirts, driving cars and being office workers, while Japanese characters are running around in kimonos 24/7, swinging around swords and are fucking ninjas.

At least have your trolls say “oh, yes, this is a re-enactment village!” or something, jfc.

🔥 Every time I see a troll in kabuki masks just in their day-to-day life, like this is perfectly normal, I long pause. But maybe that’s unfair. Because that

is just perfectly normal

in modern Japan, and with Japanese Americans

I guess!

🔥 Face-claims are great.

If you’re writing a Japanese character, or a Korean character, or a Chinese character, that is also great!

It’s pretty important to her, but the reasons why are somewhat of a muddle!

Taz got religion at roughly the same time she became aware of her ancestral legacy, both of which combined to give her one hell of a grudge against the status quo. Caste inequality wrecked her ancestor’s life; caste inequality led to the death of her religion’s messiah figure, that sort of thing.

The actual order of events, though, started with the ancestry thing. Taz inherited a vast treasure, but she also inherited several enemies who may or may not be on the lookout for the next Tasend. Her ancestor’s letter advised her to conceal her caste, name, symbol, and even horn shape – Taz chose to go hemoanon rather than impersonate another caste because of the religious implications, and also because if she couldn’t be her Real Self, she’d prefer to dodge the whole system. 

It’s weird when the sky is a ceiling, even if it’s a really high ceiling. Nott station rotates around the planet like a particularly crazy top; it probably keeps going through the sheer power of spite.

No wonder Hadean wound up here.

You worry your fang with a lip, eyes darting back and forth in the crowded streets. Some trolls openly carry guns, others sport obvious tech on their bodies. Cigarette smoke and trying-too-hard cologne waft over you as you take out your phone and tap the map icon.

It’s an open space, Hadean will be able to see you coming. You’re dressed in as casual of wear as you have, blue t-shirt and sweatpants, stuff Karina brought you that you’re sure will come at some kind of cost. You still can’t figure her out.

Whatever. You get to see him! That’s what matters.

You bounce over to the open-air restaurant and scan for him, but he’s never hard to find. He’s right in the line for the sizzling vendor’s stand.

“You got piercings!” You say, incredulous and delighted, shifting from foot to foot as your ears flick. “Now you have a new brand of douchebag to fit into.” You toss off, but your huge grin takes away from the snideness.

You want to hug him.

You press your fingers together instead, your worry crashing back down on you. 

Often, really. He’s probably more aware of it than his teammates, but he’s probably aware that it influences how he treats them, than they treat him? He’s confident they love and respect him and don’t think of him as the lowblood of the team. 

Like. Firewall has him interpret for her because he gets to tell people to fuck off, and she thinks its funny that a yellowblood does it, but that’s not because Firewall thinks differently of him. That’s because other people think differently of him.

But half of Download’s insistence that everyone else be on the front lines and is also an asshole about it, is because he knows that his teammates are tougher than him, and could basically wipe him out clean. He can’t be bothered by the fact he doesn’t have privacy because he’s lowblooded and lives with Sniffer. Sniffer mothers the people she’s around, because that’s how she copes with listening in on people constantly, but Download hates it when she does it because he’s absolutely 100% vested in maintaining his personal agency in his day to day, that most yellowbloods with useful psi don’t get this, and her slight infringement on it is a reminder of those blood caste politics. He gets snappy with Sniffer about this. 

He’s bothered by the fact Virus could hop in his head and use his psi and basically just keep him around for doing puzzles because he knows his psi is the most useful part of him! He also dislikes that Virus reminds him of all the gross shit he has to do on the job, and so Virus gets the most shit from Download, but also Virus is like a dumb baby cactus who rolls over people’s toes and offers hotel rooms to children and he’s touched by kindness even though he’s not particularly inclined to be kind himself. 

He’s not so bothered by Firewall. They go way back. He communicates for her and the best with her, and her powers just like. short out his, which yes, could get him sick, but also like... doesn’t really impose herself on him at all. She cooks for him, he talks for her- BEST BUDS (: 

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You are not, typically, the sort of person to play errand-guppy for other trolls. For one, it’s not a particularly efficient job for you to be doing, and for another - well. It’s hardly fitting for the station you’d prefer most people to see you as a part of. Just because you’re not, legally speaking, much to speak of doesn’t mean you have to act like it.

Unfortunately for that impression, however, you sometimes have to make sacrifices on that front for other goals. In this particular situation, it’s got just a little to do with wishing to make a better friend of dear Riccin, and more than a little bit to do with the opportunity to test your new theory on Kindra!

Riccin has asked Kindra to retrieve something for them, from their old hive. It’s a rather important fetch quest, the sort that you’re immediately somewhat disinterested in on the basis of it being for an ancient book Riccin claims to have excavated from a set of nearby ruins. Your utter lack of religious or ancestral beliefs, and also, well... not being able to read the damn thing, you’re assuming, means you’re not particularly invested in the item or its impending translation, yourself.

But it benefits you to be interested in what your friends are interested in, and you are interested in Kindra, who Riccin has soundly instructed to not enter their actual hive. You can sort of see why, standing in front of it - it’s an epic thing, a towering thing of stone with large panels outstanding from one circular face that rotate as the wind blows.

It looks old, is what you think. You don’t imagine ‘old’ is a good place for Kindra to be. For you, though - well, you just hope Riccin hasn’t left the place too cluttered. It doesn’t look as though it’s got an elevator installed.

Still, you’re not wandering in there on your own just yet, not before he arrives with the keys. You can jimmy a lock with the best of them, but you don’t exactly want Kindra arriving to watching you break into his best friend’s hive.

Besides, you have a surprise for him that’s just as likely to please him as it is to put him off, so you’ll take all you can get to tip the judgment in your favor. Thus, you are left standing on the stone path up to Riccin’s monumental hive, hands tucked primly to the small of your back - just for long enough that when you see Kindra, you grin, blatantly fluttering your fins in greeting.