#seraph ic

(adopt by @/metzer)

There's not a moment where you doubt your existence is just a running joke for some higher power. Even as you stand beneath the vast stretch of sky, bathed in the lights of the towering noble architecture of the city, there's something wrong here. It's more then the feeling of being out of place. It's that lack of purpose that deems your self worth equivalent to the deeds you do and the work that is done in another's name. You're an entity that was given a second chance. Barely able to call yourself a troll let alone a being with free will. But it be like that sometimes.

You run on a mixture of purple blood that just fucks with your thinkpan. All this rage and unprovoked hostility has made it hard to focus. It makes it even harder to reestablish yourself into society and seem 'normal'. But were you ever normal? Having lost the identity you once held, remembering your new name is still a tricky act. Even as you venture out during the evening hours with a new task at hand you wonder what obstacles are going to come your way this time.

Taking a breather to catch yourself up on what your goal was tonight. Pick up some parts, deliver a message to a certain 'jade' on the other side of town and pick up some coffee on the way back. Easy, simple enough.

“I think it’s in my best interest to find a new profession that doesn’t include me being an at will errand boy and test subject. And most certainly not for a troll who thinks wiping themselves down with a moist towelette counts as a bath.”