#tmotrolls

ENFORCER LEPIDORE was a long-ago legislacerator considered an exemplar of her caste. Terror of criminals against the spectrum and aid to the courts, she very rarely failed to take in the targets she hunted.

Honestly not much to her besides that! She was really good at her job, she got lots of praise for sending lots of people to their deaths via the jaws of his honorable tyranny, and eventually she died of old age or someone stabbing her in the face or whatnot.

Maybe I’ll add in some more lore for her later, but she’s not super relevant to Allele as she is now. When she was younger she looked up to her and wanted to be like her, but these days rarely thinks of her except to curse her. 

34 - diary

Glaceo Fresah has never been much of a troll for questions.

The world’s a confusing daymare of a place, and poking and prodding it won’t make it less so. 

Demands, though - questions that double as threats, something actually useful.

“Who did you give it to?” She demands, breaking another one of the bronze’s fingers as they shriek, trying to writhe through the bonds tying them to their chair.

“I buried it!” They scream. “I buried it in the snow! You’ll never find it! Even I can’t again!”

She exhales in their face, her breath hotter than cerulean average, almost enough to burn her captive. She might have been hatched without powers, but in Highfog, what the sniveling lowbloods and foolish highbloods call Derevnya, there’s always a way to get what you want.

The second one of @tmotrolls‘s comms he bought from me as part of his bundle! Two down, one to go, even though Lorven’s is gonna be the most elaborate yet lol. 

Some short troll bumps into you and squawks - actually squawks, like a tweetbeast - before trundling on, and before you can even mumble a sorry. It’s hot here - you’re glad you’re in a crop top - and it smells of too many bodies and an excess of salty food.

Gods, this place is crowded. At least it’s all lowbloods, so you’re letting your tail show. Nobody’s commented on it yet; hopefully your luck will hold. Though Lancer’s never seen it before...hopefully he isn’t weird about it.

You’re supposed to be meeting Lancer - he mentioned something about a car race being held here. You’re...frankly surprised he keeps talking to you. His typing is dense and fast, but he’s friendly, so you reply in your careful, measured responses.

“Hey, dude!”

Your ears flick, annoyed, but it’s some redblood who can’t be over 5 sweeps, so you’ll let it go.

“You’re looking for some yellow with horns fused together, right? He said ‘tall, swirly symbol with a dot’, s’you, right?”

You nod, following him, and see Lancer waving at you from across the way.

You blink. Even though he called you to meet here, you still felt like it might be a prank or something...nope.

You wave back.

“Hi, Lancer.”

you are basically the only reason she still exists, tbh

▼ Glaceo doesn’t fear much! Mainly because she doesn’t think abstractly enough for that, tbh. I guess if she fears one thing it’s somehow losing her status as a highblood, since that’s very integral to who she is. Considering how unrealistic that is it’s not exactly something she worries about, though.

△ Glaceo...also doesn’t regret much. She firmly believes that everything she does is justified in one way or another, be it by the spectrum, her religion, or because It Benefits Glaceo Fresah. 

✆ Last troll you talked to?

Uh, hahaha...this chick at a bar I went ta? Gonna be real with ya, mate - we weren’t talkin’ bout nothin’ important. Think I told her I liked her hair, think she said she liked my coat, an’ then it gets a snip blurry ‘tween all the drinks. She was a right chugger. 

Ask is from 2016, so super belated, but: thanks!