You find yourself sitting at your table staring at what every fiber of your being is currently regarding as an intruder in your hive. Every fiber except your, CLEARLY, rotted think-pan because for some reason you’re trying to figure out where to let the little pest sleep.
She’s clearly tired by the way her huge eyes keep starting to close only to pop back open again. Her cries finally stopped once she was on the tabletop and you’re pretty sure she’s good for now.
The fact that she’s still here is what’s causing your skin to crawl and prickle. She’s emitting a little happy churring sound and Gl’bgolyb help you if it isn’t the cutest freaking sound. You lean back, eyes never leaving her as you blow out a long slow breath.
“What do I even DO with you?” Suddenly you have no idea how GM does it. How did she ever decide to raise you? How could she just grab you and go ‘hey, I’m raising a grub now and I know EXACTLY what to do.’
Ok, that probably wasn’t how she actually felt when she took you in, but still.
Your protein chute is starting to feel tight and you’re fairly certain that the longer you stare at this grub the worse it’s getting, though you can’t seem to pry your eyes away. You lose track of time watching her, only snapping back into focus when she suddenly sneezes, looks at you drearily and suddenly she’s just out like a light. Your shoulders relax from the tense rigid position you hadn’t realized you had been sitting in. A glance at your portable husktop tells you it’s getting late, GM will be back anytime now.
Maybe you’ll just let the little grub sleep on the table. She seems comfortable.
And if you’re lucky GM will think she’s a snack you left out for her. Your lip curls into a slight smirk, you snort just a little because while the thought is tempting you know you can’t do it.
You are the worst Troll. It is you.
It would seem you are unfortunately in luck. Your Lusus isn’t at your hive and you seem to be devoid of any new patients to attend to. That aside there’s no telling when your Lusus will drag in some new Troll for you to tend to (and keep her from eating the stupid Troll). Or, worse yet, HE could show up. That would probably be the worst possible thing. Luckily for you that’s not the case and you can focus on your incredibly stupid task at hand.
Equally unfortunate is that the task at hand is not culling this grub and ending your misery.
Have all the (not terrible) candy!!
Happy Halloween Everyone!!
Re-blogging here, happy Halloween everyone!!
The Land of Water and Metals
You jump into the nearest broom closet the moment you hear the side of the cliff crumble. Three seconds pass. You know, because you count them under your breath while you crouch behind the solid steel door with your hands over your ears. One, Applejack, two, Applejack, three… there’s a splash, and then a hiss, and then an explosion punctured by a light so bright you’d swear it was nuclear.
You wait until the sound of rain stops before you exit the closet. You might be a life player, but you’re pretty sure your powers don’t include healing acid burns. Base burns? Whatever. You never said you were a chemist.
You peek out the circular window. The coast is clear.
((OOC: I love this so hard <3 Thank you so much! I hope you get lots of grist for this 8D ))
==> Return to Hive
You manage to pry the wriggler off of your leg and proceed to create a sling of sorts from your coat. The wriggler doesn’t seem to care for it much, but you need both hands free for the climb and you aren’t willing to see just how well this little grub can cling to you yet.
Though if it did fall to the rocks below and died you could at least comfort yourself in the knowledge that it was simply too stupid to survive.
Survival of the least pan-rotted and all that. Alas, you can’t bring yourself to even tempt fate on these matters. With annoying grub firmly secured and in tow, you start the climb back to your hive.
You really hope GM won’t try to eat this thing.
==> Get trolled by -that- Troll before absconding to your hive
You move to turn off your portable husktop but before you can actually log out your find yourself being Trolled by that guy.
Great. You do not need to deal with him right now…but…well, you can’t just ever let him get in the last word. He just never fails to get under your protective outer layer and you can’t stand to let that over-zealous-FLARPing-blood-elitist get the better of you.
Sometimes you wonder why you even bothered to save him back then, but then you think about just how freaking good he is at getting you worked up in the most infuriating ways…
OH. Er… RIGHT HE’S TROLLING YOU.