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raitrolling · 8 months

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The Killing Type

[Easy reading version on Toyhou.se]

Lusien had been feeling a disturbance in Vernrot. A shift in the air, imperceptible to the town’s other residents, but one that made his skin crawl.

It was not like the time Those Who Slumber In The Deep had become unstable due to an unrelated shift in the world’s balance, threatening to drown out the town with constant torrential downpours and causing Lusien to fall under their spell.

It was different. On a smaller scale.

But, as a number of bodies had been discovered around town the past few nights, all heavily mutilated from multiple axe wounds, it was no less dangerous than any entity residing within the area.

It was something that Lusien needed to stop, before paranoia got a hold of the residents and plunged the community into total chaos.

And he had a hunch on who the culprit is - not one based on evidence or forensic research, as he was a lighthouse keeper, not a detective - but through pure observation.

It was the fact that for weeks now, every time he passed by the library, or the hive belonging to one of its employees, he found his psiionics overwhelmed by a dark, murderous aura emanating within.

Ever since the first body showed up, Lusien had taken to patrolling the streets in the early hours of the morning, when the other residents were likely to be asleep. The time of day hardly mattered in this town, as the constant rainfall blocked out the sun that would ordinarily harm the nocturnal troll species, but routines were still ingrained to fall in line with the outside world. It also meant that for someone supposedly hell-bent on taking innocent lives for their own enjoyment, these routines allowed them to conduct their deeds with little to no witnesses. The only trolls around would be lost tourists struggling to find their hotel after too many drinks at the pub, or a few stray locals hurrying home after a long night at work.

The former was an unfortunate incident, but ultimately unlikely to be missed. The death of the latter category was the real concern. Only so many local residents are trained to operate the many facilities of the town, and there are some who have gained the favour of the town’s supernatural residents, whether they knew it or not.

That was also how he felt more confident in his gut feeling, as when he had passed the fountain in the town’s main square, he heard the curses from the melusine, crying for the frog to be torn to shreds after murdering her favourite visitor. He left her an offering of some freshly-caught salmon, and muttered an apology.

It was fortunate that the streets were otherwise quiet, but that did not ease Lusien’s concerns one bit. Either the killer had not been active tonight - or he could have already been too late.

He turned down the next corner into one of Vernrot’s twisting alleyways, and came face-to-face with the troll he was looking for.

The troll looked frazzled, like they’d hardly gotten any sleep over the past few nights, and… More distressed than murderous, if Lusien were to be perfectly honest. However, swirling all around them was a dark aura so thick it almost obscured their face.

If Lusien was less experienced with his psiionics, he could have mistaken them as being possessed by an angry spirit. But that was hardly the case. No, a murderous aura of that degree could only be made by sweeps of unchecked aggression and bottled-up emotions, combined with the grudges of their previous victims sticking to them like tar.

Despite the extreme unpleasantness and danger emanating from the troll, Lusien addressed them levelly.

“Celise. What are you doing here?”

Celise squeaked and tensed up, feeling caught-out, and their fingers reflexively twitched as if curling around the handle of an invisible weapon.

“I’m- It’s- It's nothing, I’m just, um- Walking!” They replied back, though their tone was frantic and distressed. Their eyes rapidly darted between Lusien’s face and their own hands.

Lusien raised an eyebrow, as he could not get a read on their expression or motivations, but he could tell they were not being truthful.

“At this time of night? You should be in bed,” he looked at them with slight wariness, but kept his tone flat. He didn’t want to cause any trouble.

Celise’s hands twitched again.

“I’m just, um- I’m clearing my head! It’s too stuffy in my hive and, um- Too stressful.”

The blueblood hummed in response, still trying to get a read on them. Celise was also hyper-analyzing his intense gaze, the way he stood so solidly and looked down on them, his intimidating presence… They felt like they were being judged.

They had been backed into a corner yet again, and they were certain that the lighthouse keeper knew what they had been doing to relieve stress. And, what’s the problem with their actions? It’s not like he hasn’t killed anyone before! They’ve heard the rumours around town, and only didn’t pursue it because as an antagonist he was just so boring.

But it’s the boring ones who are capable of fully commanding any scene they enter, no matter how cliche their inclusion as a twist villain could be.

Celise gritted their teeth.

“It’s- It's not your business, anyway! What I’m, um- What I’m doing!” They cried out as one final warning, but they already felt the itch to retaliate.

Lusien stared for a moment, taking in a long drag of his cigarette, and decided that was that. There wasn’t much else he could do to stop them, other than make them aware that their actions would not be tolerated.

“Okay. Next time, you should try something different. A different way to work with your hands, maybe.”

He nodded at his own suggestion, not expecting it to be taken seriously, and turned around to leave.

But he should have known better than to turn his back on a panicked troll. One whose hands were ready to grip the axe in their strife deck at any given moment. One whose mind was frantic with fears that someone knows, someone who thinks he can just tell them what to do, someone who doesn’t care how they really feel, someone who dismisses them just like how Epsilo didn’t care to hear them out or Vallis didn’t care to consider their own interests or Tuuya didn’t care to pay attention all the time-

Lusien heard the footsteps rapidly approaching him, but did not turn around in time before Celise had swung their axe and struck him in the back.

The blueblood cried out in pain and staggered as the weapon was yanked out, causing him to be knocked to the ground. His cigarette ended up in a puddle somewhere, but that was the least of his worries. He was hardy like all highbloods, and the amount of layers of thick clothing he wore provided some cushioning, but that did not make the cut any less deep and the blood loss any less rapid.

He first quickly confirmed that he still had feeling in his legs, meaning that his spine had not been hit, then stared back at his assailant with fear in his eyes.

Celise stared back at him, equally as wide-eyed, as if it was their first time actually acknowledging the consequence of their actions. Their grip on the axe handle was so strong their knuckles were whitening, and they seemed torn between swinging again to stop the blueblood from moving any further, or… Lusien wasn’t sure what else they could be thinking, their expression was unreadable, and he was still struggling to see their face amongst the blackened aura and the spinning scenery.

He had to do something fast, otherwise he would end up dead, no ifs and buts about it. Could he stand back up and try to subdue them somehow? It hurt like nothing he’d experienced before, and he already felt like he was struggling to breathe, and he wasn’t sure if he could wrestle the weapon out of Celise’s hands.

But he could try, or he could-

No. It would be wrong to fight back. He could seriously injure them - or himself - if he tried.

But it would be quick, it would not be messy, and it would cause the least amount of problems to the town itself. And that was his main goal, to protect the safety of Vernrot Harbour no matter what, and that includes himself, even when the chances now seem slim.

He could not die here. Not when there was no one else to look after the town and its entities in his absence. Not when there’s no one else who can operate the lighthouse. And not when Anirus could return at any point, with no one to warn them of his passing.

He could never do such a thing to his matesprit, to leave them with no message or no final goodbye, and subjecting them to a lifetime of wondering what could have happened if they just visited a few weeks earlier, what if they stayed a couple nights longer, what if they gave up their merchant life and settled down, what if…

With adrenaline pumping through his veins and a heavy resolve in his gaze, Lusien stood back up.

Celise screeched, terrified that the blueblood had not stayed down like their other victims, and unsteadily prepared to swing their arms back with the axe still in hand.

Speed was not usually on Lusien’s side, but the combination of raw strength and desperation was. Before the other troll could make their second strike, he retrieved his wrench from his strife deck, and took a swing.

The weapon connected with the side of their head, and Celise dropped to the ground like a stone.

Lusien stumbled and wheezed from over-exertion, needing to stop to regain his bearings. His breath was ragged, strained from the ache in his back and the tar in his lungs, heart working overtime to keep himself conscious.

But even as his vision started to blur, he could tell that Celise was no longer moving. Teal-blue blood began to pool where their head met the concrete.

Shit.

He needed to do something now. They needed a doctor. Chryso’s clinic was-

No time to think. Lusien scooped up the smaller troll into his arms, trying to support their head to the best of his ability. His legs felt like lumps of lead as he tried to put one foot in front of the other, pushing himself to the absolute limit. He couldn’t tell if his back was feeling numb, or if the pain was so bad that he could no longer fathom it.

He knew the town like the back of his hand. He could walk the streets in his sleep. This almost felt like a dream, he was dazed and quickly becoming delirious from the blood loss, seeing lights and colours and only vaguely recognising them as streetlights. He could feel shadows clouding his vision, and whispers entering his ears, unsure if they were leading him in the right direction or taking him in circles.

“Gods, Gods above, O Slumbering Ones, guide this one to safety, for they do not deserve this tragedy I have bestowed upon them,” He rasped to no one in particular. The words didn’t feel like his, but an ancient chant once declared of sweeps long passed, encoded into his blood. In fact, he had immediately forgotten that he had spoken those words as soon as they had left his mouth.

But, perhaps… Maybe, he had called upon a favour, and something will respond in kind.

…

Lusien faintly recalled the blinding fluorescents of the clinic’s interior, the squeak of his shoes as he slipped on the pool of blood gathering underneath him as he had stood there gormlessly with Celise still in his hands, and the words of Dr. Haanda as his body hit the floor.

“Good grief.”

#drabble #lusien avalon #celise shoket #chryso haanda #plot: spanner in the works #[looks at that title] wuh oh that doesnt sound good

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raitrolling · 7 months

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After Pain

[CW: Emetophobia]

[Easy reading version on Toyhou.se]

Celise had been unceremoniously ushered out of the clinic late one night, much to their confusion. They barely recalled how they ended up there in the first place, what they were being treated for, and how much time had passed. Everything was… Blurry, clouded, even their senses felt dulled and their memory hazy.

If something was wrong with them, shouldn’t Chryso have done something to fix this?

They had asked the doctor that, but they responded in an incredibly uncharacteristic way that had just made Celise even more confused: This is your life now. If you need help, speak to a mortician, not a doctor.

They had placed a bottle of pills and a prescription into Celise’s hands, and that was that. Upon further examination, they read ‘PHENTERMINE’ and the dosage seemed to be much higher than an ordinary appetite suppressant. Almost as if it was to stop them from eating entirely.

Celise had far too many questions on their mind, but… They were finding it difficult to work up the energy to ask them. It was as if their brain could no longer operate as quickly as it used to, and when they tried to open their mouth their tongue just felt too heavy and their jaw too slack. All that really came to mind was how hungry they felt.

They’ll try one of those pills when they get home, they think.

Few trolls were wandering the streets at this hour, and those who were paid Celise no mind. They didn’t seem to care about the cuspblood’s slow, stumbling gait, their unfocused gaze darting between any sign of movement, and the sludgy liquid drooling from their mouth as they picked up the scent of something delicious.

The cafes and restaurants had closed at this hour, and the general store did not leave any produce outside lest it be spoiled in the rain. They were not close enough to the pier to smell the seafood freshly caught by fishermen, all that could be catching their attention was…

They had vague memories from back at the clinic of tearing into… Something. Grey. Fatty, full of bones, but delicious. Feeling it's cold flesh between their fingers. Crunching on bones until they dissolved. Biting chunk after chunk and barely distinguishing between the harder sinewy meats and the soft organs. Licking blood off their face and teeth. Snarling and clawing at the other trolls in the room until they offered them more meals. Wishing they could have devoured something far more fresh.

But, that can’t be right. They were a vegetarian. Even the smell of meat makes them feel nauseous.

They shook their head, looked down at the pill bottle in their hand, and continued home. Not too long until they can try one of these suppressants and hope it stops those weird thoughts.

It was a short walk to their hive given that they live closer to the centre of the town, and after a long time fumbling with their keys (for some reason they seemed to stick to their hands sometimes…), they arrived home. The air felt slightly damp and musty in a way that they normally would have been concerned that the roof had sprung a leak, but something about it this time just felt inviting. They live in a town plagued by constant heavy rainfall, why wouldn’t they enjoy a bit of moisture?

But, it also made them aware that they haven’t had a shower in who knows how many nights. Their skin felt slick and sweaty, so it was definitely needed.

As soon as they entered the bathroom, however, their reflection in the mirror stopped them in their tracks. The thoughts of showering had already left their mind as they stepped closer to the sink, entranced by their own reflection.

The most obvious change was their eyes, pupils as clouded as their vision felt at times, and scleras tinted teal with heavy bags underneath that made it appear as if they haven’t slept in weeks. They gripped the sides of the sink as they leaned in closer, nose almost touching the mirror. They didn’t have that greenish colouration in their pupils before, which matched the discolouration they could spot around their eyes and corners of their mouth. It was as if their skin had been permanently bruised in places, but the spots and splodges were still deliberately placed.

Their ears twitched in confusion, and they felt their hair brush against something, causing them to move away from the mirror in surprise. Tucking the long strands of fringe behind their ears they found - fins? A single, flat pair with the same green-teal-blue gradient as their eyes and small clusters of spots, but completely non-functional, just like they’ve seen on Vallis and Lernie. They could wiggle their ears like they always could, and while the fins were clearly attached to them, they couldn’t move them separately. They grabbed one of them and gave it a slight tug. Ow, it’s definitely a part of them. But, how?

Then Celise noticed their hands. The skin had similarly discoloured to that greenish hue, but it was darker in tone that faded into a gradient past their wrists. It again reminded them of Vallis’ hands, down to the slight webbing in between them. And… They felt sticky, like there was a thin film covering them. Something that gave them a gut feeling that, if they chose to, they could secrete more slime to allow things to stick to their hands more easily - or, perhaps they could stick to surfaces as well.

In fact, another look in the mirror and then a quick removal of their jumper proved that the film of slime was completely covering them, not sweat like they had originally assumed. They twisted their body to try and get a glimpse of their back, and noticed the discoloration continued down their spine, forming long trails of splodges and spots that started to remind them of their lusus’ patterns. As they turned again they felt the damp air of the bathroom brush against the skin, and realised just how easily they could breathe now. Not just through their lungs (if those were still functional), but through their own skin as well. It felt nice, calming even, like… Maybe this wasn’t so bad, after all?

… No, it was gross. It looked wrong, and they hadn’t lost their mind yet to think otherwise.

They stuck out their tongue in disgust at their own reflection, but found out that it just… Kept going. About two feet long by their general estimate, soft and slimy to touch, and after a bit of experimental moving about, fully prehensile. They let out a gurgling screech in shock, and quickly retracted it back into their mouth. It moved almost instantly and sat quite comfortably in their jaw despite the obvious change in size, to the point where it looked very normal whenever they opened their mouth. But despite its trollike appearance, their tongue resembled their lusus’ in terms of function.

There was no mistaking it now, they’ve become some sort of frog-like… Thing. Spontaneously developed all sorts of markings and mutations, just like what happened to Vallis.

No, they knew exactly what sort of thing they'd become.

The gnawing hunger at the back of their mind, the sluggish movements, the supposed taste for troll flesh… There was no worse fate that could have been given to them.

A zombie, but not a traditional kind that they barely accept as a decent monster for a horror film. A weird zombie, one that their boss Aysnir would adore, with a weird appearance that could be mistaken for bad stage makeup, with weird abilities that would catch an audience’s attention but provide no substance to the overall plot and themes, and with a weird overall gimmick that would pit them against some other stupid zombie hybrid the director would salivate over.

They wanted to be mad, furious even, that someone could have done this to them - to murder them for no reason - but… While they could bare their teeth at their reflection and growl and croak, they just didn’t feel like they could get any angrier than that.

Instead of rage, they just felt hungry.

Celise made their way into the kitchen, forgetting that they were only half-dressed, and began to look through the fridge. They vaguely recalled someone telling them while they were at the clinic that they should try out different foods now that they’ve become… This, but their appetite was immediately ruined by the smell of expired milk permeating from a slightly-opened carton. They gagged, holding a hand to their mouth to stop their tongue from lolling out, and proceeded to pour the carton down the sink.

But despite this nausea, their stomach rumbled again. The appetite suppressants were already long-forgotten, as there were far too many things distracting the cuspblood.

Leaving the empty milk carton by the sink, they returned to the fridge and pulled out everything that hadn’t passed its expiry date and started to feverishly tear into them, only to be met with the same disgusted reaction.

The strawberries tasted rotten. The yoghurt’s texture was lumpy and wrong. The cheese tasted like they were shovelling mouthfuls of mold down their throat. Even the crackers they’d grabbed from the pantry had a rancid flavour to them. Everything they tried to eat was rotten and disgusting and wrong and after gagging their way through countless foods, it finally resulted in them doubling over the sink and vomiting up sludgy chunks of barely-digested food and pond scum. Their eyes stung with inky tears and their throat felt like it was burning with reflux.

A few more long minutes of gagging and retching, and eventually they felt like it was all over. They reached over to turn on the tap and washed it all down the sink, and attempted to clean anything that got stuck to their long strands of fringe as well. They hadn’t reacted quick enough to move them away from the sink in time.

With that over, Celise slumped to the ground and lied down, comforted by the coolness of the kitchen tiles. There was no mistaking it now, was there? Their body outright rejected regular food. It was no wonder Chryso had prescribed that medication to them… Medication they should have taken in the first place. They curled up in a fetal position on the floor, bringing their knees as close to their head as they could. They wanted to cry, to mourn the loss of their old life and how nothing would be the same, but they just… Couldn’t.

All senses dulled except for their olfactory senses, all emotions seemingly dulled as well. Gone, and replaced with this weird new body and a constant gnawing hunger. A hunger that claws and craves and whispers sweet songs into the ears that they’ll feel better once they eat more, they’ll feel stronger and clearer-headed and back to how they used to be. But they can’t, they just can’t. No matter how good it smells, how good it tastes, how good it feels in their mouth, they just can’t eat meat. It’s wrong and gross and disgusting and wrong and-

There is a knock at the door, the one closest to the kitchen that leads outdoors.

Their nose twitches, and they smell an offering.

Their eyes widen and they begin to salivate. A long, animalistic noise sounding something between a growl and a croak leaves their throat. They twist unnaturally and start to sit up, their tongue slithering out of their mouth to taste the stray scent of seafood and troll meat in the air. All previous thoughts start melting away, consumed by the desire to be sated.

Like a man possessed, they leap to their feet and make a lunge for the door.

#drabble #celise shoket #chryso haanda #plot: spanner in the works #and there we go! plot is done. nothing went right for anyone. big Fs in the chat all around #also for those who want to read but want to skip the emeto scene: stop reading at the sentence 'instead of rage they just felt hungry'#then scroll down and start reading again from the paragraph that starts with 'with that over Celise slumped to the ground and lied down'#i heavily debated over whether i should have kept that scene in but ultimately felt like it was necessary to show just how bad things are

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raitrolling · 7 months

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Re-Animator, See You Later

[Easy reading version on Toyhou.se]

Lusien drifted in and out of consciousness for nights on end, only vaguely comprehending the scenes around him. He heard the beeping of the machines and muffled chatter between the doctor and their assistant, saw lights far too bright to make him want to keep his eyes open, and felt the frequent waves of pain and nausea between rounds of medication he could barely recall taking.

For the first time since that night he confronted Celise - however long that may have been, he had no idea - he found himself finally able to stay awake for more than a few minutes at a time.

He kept his eyes closed as he tried to sit up, grunting from the strain that any slight movement put on his back. His head felt like it was spinning, and putting a hand to his forehead confirmed the warmth of a developing headache. He was utterly exhausted, but also feeling a bit restless, like he needed to get up out of this hospital bed and do something.

He needed a cigarette.

Lusien cracked open one eyelid just enough to figure out where the bedside table was, then blindly reached over to try and locate his pack of smokes. He doesn’t know where the nurse took his coat - or his other clothes, for that matter - but if she emptied out his pockets then she must have left it-

He winced and recoiled as a clipboard smacked against his wrist.

“Absolutely not, Avalon.”

Lusien grunted and held his wrist, and then opened his eyes to see the incredibly disgruntled face of Chryso Haanda, Vernrot Harbour’s local doctor.

“I’ll need them later,” The blueblood mumbled, certain that the other troll is well-aware that no one enjoys going through nicotine withdrawal, especially someone who smokes as heavily as he does.

Chryso’s lips curled into a snarl, and they bopped Lusien on the head with the clipboard this time.

“In my clinic? You’re damned lucky I didn’t remove your lungs while I had you under my knife. It’d make no damn difference whether you have them or not, lord knows how you managed to make it here with that much tar rotting you from the inside out,” they scoffed.

Lusien pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers and closed his eyes again, which conveniently helped him fight the urge to roll them in response.

“And don’t even think of doing any strenuous exercise like that while you’re recovering, if you’re even capable of such a thing. No swimming, no climbing up flights of stairs, and no picking at the wound no matter how much it may itch. If I have to redo those stitches a second time I will be ensuring they leave the worst scar imaginable, do not test me.” The tealblood tapped the clipboard with their pen as they listed off their various health advice and threats.

Lusien could already feel himself struggling to concentrate, and while Chryso continued to list off all the dos and don’ts of recovering from getting stabbed in the back with an axe, their words were starting to blend together in a muddle of annoyed sounds. He decided it would be best to simply nod along and pretend to listen, as any sort of wound care was the last thing on his mind.

There was the question of who was managing the lighthouse at the moment, if anyone at all. He knew from his time travelling with Anirus that it can go unattended for some time without any major disasters occurring, but in his current condition… It could be a while before it could be back in operation.

Then, there was also…

“How is Celise?” Lusien asked when he was able to get a word in, looking up at the doctor.

Chryso gave him a deadpan look, as if he had just asked something utterly absurd.

“They’re dead.”

Lusien’s mouth fell open, and his head began to spin from the immediate rush of blood to the brain from a combination of anxiety and pure terror. D- Dead? But he- It was only-

Chryso did not react in the slightest, and continued.

“Fatal traumatic brain injury via a blow to the head, preliminary analysis points to blunt force trauma being the primary culprit-” They stop, noticing the blueblood’s expression of horror, and sigh loudly. “- Is what should be the most straightforward answer. The reality is far more absurd, and, quite frankly, not something any doctor should ever have the displeasure of dealing with.”

The lighthouse keeper pauses, snapped out of his spiralling by that strange declaration. He then squints at Chryso in confusion.

“Which is…?”

“Despite every single test I have conducted since you dragged a literal corpse into my clinic confirming that, yes, there is absolutely no signs of brain activity and all organs have catastrophically failed, they are still conscious and moving. I had to bind the damn frog to their bed after they tried to bite nurse Baliso.”

Chryso sighed a second time at the recollection, and briefly pushed up their glasses to rub the weariness out of their eyes. Lusien could not believe what he was hearing.

“I need to see them,” he said, suddenly urgent, and despite every part of his body protesting, he began to attempt to climb out of bed.

The tealblood grabbed him by his shoulders and tried to force him back down.

“You absolutely will not, Avalon. I warned you once, do not test me.”

Lusien stayed firm, and attempted to push back against Chryso’s own strength.

“No. I will be seeing them. It’s important.”

Chryso bared their teeth, but could tell by the resolve in Lusien’s tired eyes that this was a losing battle. If he wasn’t going to see the other patient now, then they’d be likely to find him on the floor hours later, having passed out from pushing himself too far from disobeying their orders.

“Fine. You get fifteen minutes and zero chances to complain about any pain. I will not be providing you with any further painkillers from any discomfort caused by walking around when you have been told repeatedly to stop,” they grumbled, and likely would have spat if they were not in such a sanitary environment.

Lusien nodded in acknowledgement, and as he started to haul himself out of the bed (with all sorts of winces and groans leaving his mouth as he did so), felt a tug against his wrist.

Huh. Oh, right, there’s still all the tubes from the IV drip and presumably a blood transfusion-

“Don’t touch those!” Chryso hissed, smacking Lusien’s hand away with the clipboard yet again, “Just- Just take the pole with you!”

Lusien paused, looking blankly at them, and then realised he would need to get off from the other side of the bed to accomplish that. Of course.

He was unsteady on his feet once he was finally standing, and kept an iron grip on the IV pole in order to stay upright. His head and back still hurt, the lights were still hurting his eyes, and he was still desperately craving a cigarette, but he tried his best to put that aside for now. The doctor did not approve of any complaints, and finding out Celise’s current condition was more important.

Chryso led him out the door and towards the room where the other patient was staying, but not without first rolling their eyes and mumbling ‘I told you so’ at the sight of Lusien’s painfully slow pace. They did not help him, but opted to walk alongside him and kept their hand on the IV pole, so that if he fell it would not be knocked over with him.

As the two approached the room, Lusien felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. It was that same feeling of wrongness once again, but this time… Different. Quieter. Hungrier. He glanced over at the doctor, but their expression had not changed. They could not sense it.

When Chryso opened the door and ushered the blueblood inside Celise’s room, he could only stop and stare.

Celise was sitting on the hospital bed, and as the doctor had mentioned before, had been restrained with medical-grade straps to prevent them from leaving their position. One wrapped around their chest and upper arms to bind them to the elevated half of the bed that allowed them to remain in an upright position, and presumably their legs were similarly bound underneath the bedsheets.

They appeared completely listless, eyes unfocused with teal-blue tinged sclera and pupils appearing slightly cloudy, and dark bags under each eye. The colour of their horns had dulled, darkening around the base, and their hair was greasier and more unkempt than usual. A sludge-like liquid dribbled out of their mouth, not unlike the ink he has personally experienced when under horrorterror influence, and there was a vague wetlands-y smell in the air. Under the bright lights, their skin had a slick sheen to it which Lusien first assumed was sweat, but upon closer inspection appeared to be more like a thin film of slime. Even the dark aura he could see with his psiionics had a lethargic air to it, less explicitly murderous but still highly dangerous.

As he had approached, however, Celise’s gaze suddenly fixated on him as they caught a whiff of his scent, and they emitted a noise that was a cross between a low growl and a croak. Between the slight curl of their lip, Lusien caught a glimpse of a pair of incredibly sharp teeth. They continued to drool, like an animal who has spotted a delicious piece of meat that is just out of their grasp, too transfixed on their own hunger to care about the liquid dripping onto their shirt.

It was incredibly obvious to him what they had become. A slight deviation from the norm for that kind of creature, but the signs were all there.

“Doctor,” he said, turning to face the tealblood. He spoke slowly and matter-of-factly, knowing what he was about to say would likely earn him a comment about whether he also suffered a head injury. But it needed to be done.

“Do you have any spare cadavers?”

#drabble #lusien avalon #chryso haanda #celise shoket #plot: spanner in the works #[looks at the title] oh jeez whats happening here #anyways :) fun times

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raitrolling · 2 years

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NPC Masterpost

a brief rundown of all the npcs relevant to either my own trolls or the locations they inhabit. all toyhou.se profiles will be linked if available, but some profiles are either hidden because they’re a work in progress, or the characters are so minor i don’t think they’ll need one

will be updated as i make profiles or add new characters to fill various roles

NPCs Directly Related To Trolls

Maagni Halvor - Red-Orange cuspblood. Professional wrestler for the Lowblood Fighting League, and Katrin’s ex-kismesis

SERAPH DOTEXE - “Yellowblood”. An AI chatbot made by Ananta which has gained sentience

Astera Ringoh - Greenblood. Assistant Records Manager for Gaia’s Investigations department, and Glasya’s subordinate

Perria Vanche - Blueblood. Owner of the Pettakere Gallery, Renais’ matesprit and Rosato’s murderer

Merich Emiran - Blueblood. Fleet supervisor for Block 136′s Legislacerators Office; the boss of Dismas, Aislin, Davitt, and Daimon

Marise Sirsei - Indigoblood. Former circus performer, currently works as Belamy’s maid

Leutia Izotze - Purpleblood. Sigrun’s significant other and the local menace of the Arctic North

Loreli Varuna - Purpleblood. Professional Flarper, and Somerl’s ex-matesprit / ex-moirail

Arenai Karasu - Purpleblood. Former leader of OVERSEER, and Shirei’s first love

Veruco Miopah - Tyrianblood. Heiress of a tea company, caused a scandal that almost destroyed Velour’s reputation

Residents of Block 136

Tuulik Werdon - Oliveblood. Cybernetic engineer / specialist, owner of Desert Cockatoo Cybernetics (Formerly Zeylos Cybernetics), Chryso’s moirail

Fisher Cavius - Jadeblood. Celebrity stylist and owner of Cavius Hair and Beauty, Lernie’s matesprit

Lanthi Berrit - Indigoblood. Member of the Subjuggulator Cult, operates as a mutant hunter and ‘oddity killer’ in Block 136

OVERSEER Gang (Shirei’s gang)

Yashie Taebun - Pale redblood. Medic, Kuchea’s matesprit

Kuchea Dentat - Yellowblood. Second-in-command, Yashie’s matesprit

Ossori Faolad - Jadeblood. Former member of the gang in one of it’s earlier incarnations (prior to Arenai becoming leader), currently serves as a guard for the Brooding Caverns

Ardlet Faolad - Jadeblood. Troublemaker, Ossori’s descendant

Red Scarves Gang (Gang Mikiel was formerly a part of, and Soroll is still indebted to)

??? - ???blood. Leader of the gang, identity unknown to all but their closest subordinates

[Various unnamed subordinates - Fighting ring operators, Casino operators, Weapons and Fleet technology dealers, Specialised squadrons, General lackeys, etc.]

Residents of Vernrot Harbour

Phionn Baliso - Greenblood. Chryso’s assistant nurse

Chryso Haanda - Tealblood. Vernrot Harbour’s doctor, Tuulik’s moirail

Lernae “Lernie” Laguno - Blueblood. Tailor and owner of Lernaean Designs, Fisher’s matesprit

[Unnamed owner of the arts and crafts store that Lusien frequently shops at and uses their kiln]

[Unnamed owner of the library, Celise’s boss]

Aeon Racing F1 Team

Ropikk Alaysi - Jadeblood. Sharle’s PR / social media manager and personal trainer, occasionally takes up assistant roles as well

Tiraol “Tira” Rikelo - Tealblood. Number 2 driver for the team, and Sharle’s racing partner

Liburr Konnen - Blueblood. Veteran driver who was Sharle’s former teammate, retired 3 sweeps ago and left the sport entirely

Brabha Forgel - Indigoblood. No. 1 mechanic in charge of Sharle’s car, and a rotating member of the team’s pit crew

Prozit & Negion Lenuve - Indigobloods. Almost-Identical twins and the engineers for Sharle and Tira respectively

Zraike Farina - Purpleblood. Reserve driver for the team, currently racing in F2

Mansel Lonoma - Tyrianblood. Aeon Racing’s team principal, initially started off racing ~40 sweeps ago but retired to pursue a coaching role

[Various unnamed staff - Tira’s personal trainer, other mechanics and pit crew]

Deceased

Torada Gerrat - Oliveblood. Co-Leader of the Tiger Shark gang and Daimon’s best friend. Killed in a raid by the Red Scarves

Ephrey Prelat - Seafoam Jadeblood. Infamous mage most known for creating a series of cursed books after his apprentice/partner Fleure died. Long-dead

Renais Sulawe - Jade-Teal cuspblood. Former owner of the Pettakere Gallery and Perria’s matesprit. Accidentally killed by Callan

Kybern Zeylos- Blueblood. Cybernetic engineer / specialist, and Katrin’s ex-stalker. Killed by Suhari

Aysnir Obskur - Indigoblood. Celise’s former boss; director, producer, and owner of Obskur Productions. Killed by Celise

Abioye Kersey - Purpleblood. Disgraced seadweller and Eichio’s previous boss. Murdered by Viltau

Nemone Moryan - Purpleblood. Historian and magical artefact dealer, and Linnae’s caretaker. Assassinated along with all of his servants

[Various unnamed servants who worked for Nemone]

Sobeit Quirem - Tyrianblood. Co-Leader of the Tiger Shark gang and Daimon’s best friend. Killed in a raid by the Red Scarves

Miscellaneous Unnamed NPCs

Ashell’s murderer - highblood? One of Ashell’s classmates from when he was studying medicine

Glasya’s other staff (deceased) - The two other Assistant Records Managers who were killed when [REDACTED] destroyed the original Gaia building

Radio BRNR members - Rebel radio station which Raesul is a part of, all members work at the Dragon’s Den Card and Hobby Shop which serves as a front for their operations

#masterpost #been seeing other NPC lists so i wanted to make my own #when i put them all together like this i realise i have so many mid- and highblood npcs and barely any lowbloods #also granting a seniors discount to anyone who recognises some of these names LMAO #i like bringing back old characters to fill new roles sometimes (or reworking them completely w. new names)

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