Colin Ward, Expert.

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So Colin's setting is really more of a science fantasy setting than pure urban fantasy, and one of the core worldbuilding concepts is that many supernatural creatures appear magical to us because they originate in alternate planes of existence with their own alternative laws of physics, and continue to function under those laws even when they enter our world.

Now despite being silicon based, the trolls I am imagining would not be fully made of stone, (though I imagine they would have a thick, somewhat stony hide) Their actual biochemistry would be very similar to that found on earth, with the two major differences being substitution of silicon for carbon and substitution of ammonia for water.

Under our universe's physics this would present two major problems. The first is that ammonia is only a liquid at temperatures low enough to make biology difficult. The second is that if they use silicon instead of carbon and have a similar respiratory system then their waste product would be silica, which remains solid up to very high temperatures, making biological disposal a challenge.

There is a single solution that fixes both of these. These trolls would originate from a dimension where the way heat affects the physical state of matter is inverted, making things freeze at high temperatures and evaporate at low ones. This would allow the ammonia to be liquid and the silica to be gaseous at temperatures commonly found on earth. It could also, if earth is hotter than the trolls original world, have the effect of freezing the ammonia in their bodies at hotter daytime temperatures, temporarily hardening them into what appears on the outside to be stone. The easiest way for them to avoid this would be to retreat underground during the day -something trolls are said to do- where the cooler temperatures would keep the ammonia in their body liquid all day. This would also explain why they are primarily found in colder climates such as Scandinavia.

A grimace crossed their face as they imagined the carnage. "If we weren't friends, I'd be breaking in to take a sip off you every night knowing what I know now. If you don't mind me saying." It sounded creepier as it rolled out of their mouth than it did in their head.

"You don't got a little juice and cookie around? Damn. Now I feel bad!" They paused as he proposed his plan for dinner. "Oh shit, for real?"

"No, I can't eat. You better not be fucking with me or you're gonna be dinner, bitch." A little smile crossed their face. "...There's this seafood place called Frankie's in Nob Hill. Get the full priced seafood boil at your preferred spice level, a side of raw oysters, and a raspberry lemonade with light ice. Ask them for some lemon wedges and one of those little plastic cups of Tobasco. I'll pay."

"Sounds fantastic. And I promise I'm not fucking with you. I actually designed this spell for another kindred so It should definitely work on you." He located the restaurant In the search results, quickly entering Coyote's order. After a moment's deliberation he added another lemonade to it. Keeping his blood sugar up would be useful if he wanted to speed up the recovery process.

As he put the phone away his eyes moved to the bloodstain on his sweater. "...I should probably change before it gets here."

He approached the bed, shedding the sweater and neatly folding it before setting it on the sheets, careful to leave the stain facing up. A few seconds of digging through one of his suitcases was enough to find an almost identical replacement, which he quickly pulled on as he returned.

Coyote's legs still bounced, conscious efforts to stop failed. They ran their tongue over their fangs as they watched the radiance of the Kiss continue to wash over him. The twinge of envy plucked at their skin. Drinking felt good, but being bitten was another pleasure of its own. They weren't quick to partake in it. It required an exposure of self they were unwilling to give. Rolling over and showing your pale belly. The envy was replaced with revulsion.

They took a drag off their cigarette and looked around the motel room. Perfectly generic. Designed to remind you of somewhere familiar. Under-stimulating and bland, but their senses picked up everything and showed it to them in painful detail. "Oh. that's wonderful. Can you hear them? No roaches. But there's a family of mice. Don't worry. They're three rooms away. In the room somebody's having a threesome in. Good for them."

A hardly contained wildness overtook their gaze as they turned to Colin. "I just felt somebody's heart beat faster as they ran a red light... I should call you every time I lose an earring. What are you going to show me?"

With that door left open he returned to his previous topic. "Anyway, I need to eat something, and I have a spell that lets me essentially transmit the sensory info of eating from my mouth to someone else's mind. Conveniently it skips the taste buds entirely, which makes it a good way to get around the whole tasting like ash thing."

He retrieved his phone from his pocket, opening the search widget as he continued. "Do you know any good restaurants around here that would be open this time of night? Ideally one that does delivery but I can make takeout work too."

"I can't decide how I feel... Easy, you fire hazard!" They snapped and recoiled as Colin lit the spark. Still, they wouldn't say no to not having to smoke their own. "Sorry. I don't like when other people do electrical shit in front of me without warning. Not crazy about other people lighting my cigarette for me either." A suspicious glance up, they took a cigarette, then grabbed the offending hand to light it as they pleased.

After taking a drag, they slapped his thigh. "Stop doing shit without warning me, asshole! Pissing me off after you've gotten me loaded. I'm staying here. I don't wanna go home." The anger had already subsided, but a tar pit of paranoia still tried to swallow their guts down into its sticky depths, or was it just the wound in their belly healing rapidly?

Their knee began to bounce, faster and faster. A look around the kitchen and decided there was nothing here that interested them. "Well, I hope it was good for you too, but now you gotta entertain me. You got any puzzles, Colin? I really wanna do a puzzle. Any kind. I ain't picky."

He went quiet for a moment, settling further back into his chair. Apart from the lingering light headedness he felt remarkably good. The rush of endorphins had banished the burgeoning headache and eased the tension he had been carrying in his shoulders all evening. He let himself bask in the feeling as he considered their question, the announcment that they were staying going unprotested.

"I don't usually bring puzzles on work trips so no... maybe some kind of logic puzzle?" He rested his forhead against his palm. The blood loss was making it a little hard to think, maybe scratch that bit about feeling good. He needed to drink something to get his fluid levels back up. A meal might not hurt either, if he was entertaining Coyote for the night.

( vaguely ) inspired by Mass Effect 2′s shadow broker dossiers My muse’s data has been compromised! Send a symbol to discover:

💬 - A private correspondence

📝 - A private record ( Ex. Criminal, Medical, etc… )

🎤 - An audio transcript from a recording

🌐 - Their most frequently visited websites

🔎 - Their last 3 search terms

🛒 - Their last 3 purchases

🎥 - The last 3 movies/tv shows they watched

🎮 - The last 3 games they played

❌ - A piece of information that could be considered blackmail material

"It was a parting gift. All I receive are parting gifts."