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raitrolling · 10 days

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ok now i have Brain Power (AAAAE-A-E-I-E-A-) again i can go back to my thoughts on how my ocs would play Cosy Games cuz i always think its funny how people always assign characters who are Nice People as being solely animal crossing or minecraft or stardew players and its always like 'they have really pretty towns and are nice to all the NPCS uwu'

katrin is one of those people who maybe plays for hours one day but then never picks up the game again. shit like animal crossing is too daunting for her because you put down that game for a week and your town is full of weeds and the animals ask where youve been and it is just Too Scary to return to and face your failures

nancor likes to aimlessly wander around in his games and is prone to getting lost. you check your minecraft server logs and you just see him getting mauled by various mobs. hes having fun tho, dont worry about it

ashe is a Sidequest Guy, always doing all the little jobs for npcs because he likes to be helpful :) he agonises for ages over what gifts to give his animal crossing villagers when he sends them mail because he wants to make sure they like it, he needs a Good Grade In Friendships ok. he would also get up to a point in a stardew or harvest moon game where an npc asks to marry him and then he immediately checks with cheran if its okay for him to say yes or if he should turn them down LMFAO

velour is looking up tutorials for how to design the prettiest minecraft houses ever, and trying to make sure his stardew farms are the most Aesthetic ever. catch him awake at like 5am having spent all night redesigning his entire animal crossing island because he's going to livestream a tour for his YouTube channel and it needs to be Perfect

mikiel could care less about video games, and is doing the bare minimum in any game he'd touch. most likely the guy who does all the combat quests in Minecraft like fighting the ender dragon or the wither so other people he's playing with can get all the items

lucy is a Task Guy, and is dutifully doing every single daily chore in the game as well as trying to finish any quests as quickly as possible to not keep any NPCs waiting. loves fishing minigames, and completed his fishing + bug catching sections in the animal crossing museum within like a week after he learned how to time travel

viltau is a Spreadsheet Guy aiming for 100% completion and get the absolute most out of any game he'd touch, but he is also an Aesthetics Guy prone to completely renovating his animal crossing worlds / farming sim farms on a whim because he's gotten bored of how they look. he is just like velour being awake at ungodly hours trying to redo his island, but rather than doing it for fan approval hes just generally Deranged

glas just likes to fuck around and doesn't care about having any long-term goals in their games, and generally just designs shit to weird out any of their friends who visit their animal crossing island or minecraft server. why is there a corner of their island full of dolls? why do they have big meme murals in the nether? why is their cow named 'daddy milkies'? don't worry about it

vallis gets obsessed with any sort of animal raising or breeding mechanic and tends to forget about everything else. yeah his island is full of weeds and he still hasn't paid off any debts, but check out his rows upon rows of perfect hybrid flowers he's been crossbreeding

#ooc #katrin rissah #nancor pharom #ashell bathre #velour #mikiel giacho #lusien avalon #viltau espino #glasya elliss #vallis reyleh

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raitrolling · 3 months

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Gone

[Easy reading version on Toyhou.se]

It did not take Glasya long to put the pieces together.

Gaia had been alerted to a sudden increase in eldritch activity in the city of Atlantis, which the Investigations team was monitoring. It appeared to have been a short burst of energy as a result of an eldritch scream, but apart from the residual influence lingering around the city being worth keeping an eye on, it was not deemed an immediate threat. They could send a team out to investigate in-person should the levels of eldritch activity increase, but based on their initial assessment it was clear that at this stage it would be a waste of resources.

At the same time, Thrixe had not answered any of Glasya’s text messages they had sent over the past 24 hours. They didn’t care when they sent the initial message, a silly meme they’d found before they heard about the recent situation in Atlantis. But when they messaged him again after hearing the news and he still had yet to respond, they knew their suspicions were confirmed.

And when he still didn’t respond to their later threat to forever revoke his free candy privileges if he didn’t reply to them, they knew it was serious.

Glasya knew there wasn’t much they could do but keep an ear out for any whisperings of investigations or changes in activity in Atlantis. Even though it was known that Thrixe was their friend, they would not be allowed to tag along for any investigation. For starters, they were not officially employed for fieldwork, and could not go out unless the matter was deemed safe and they were accompanied by a senior member of the Investigations team. But also, given the high potential that the eldritch influence could trigger their possession trauma, their moirail and boss Mikail would not allow them to get exposed.

It sucked, but they knew that no amount of pouting and trying to bribe him would change his mind. They may be dating, but they were still both required to act professionally on the job.

However, they did know someone else they could ask…

After messaging one of the members of the Special Operations team to confirm if a certain other troll was onsite tonight, they slipped out of their office, informed Astera that they’ll be back shortly if anyone needs them, and headed upstairs to the other department’s wing.

It was easy to find who they were looking for, all they needed to do was follow the chill in the air. He was sitting in one of the common areas, reading through what appeared to be a briefing for an upcoming meeting.

“Hey,” - There was a pause, as if Glasya had to stop themself from using one of the nicknames they call him behind his back. - “Mikiel. You heard the latest news?”

Mikiel looked up from his papers, eyes instinctively narrowing in suspicion. Glasya never approached him for any good reason.

“What news.”

“Oh, you know, just a certain starfish prooobably doing some sort of fucky-wucky up in Atlantis that has gotten him back on our radar, and he hasn’t responded to any of my texts. You heard anything?” Glasya’s tone was as casual as always, and Mikiel didn’t care to try and gauge how genuine their flippancy was.

“I haven’t, but…” The blueblood paused, properly considering their words. He had messaged Thrixe last night, but he wasn’t the type to follow up an unanswered text. His moirail was a grown adult who can look after himself, and if he takes a couple nights to respond, that usually means he was simply too busy.

But everything else made that sound suspicious, and while Mikiel’s expression didn’t change the drop in temperature around the two trolls made it clear he was perturbed.

Glasya didn’t need to wait for any other response.

“Yeah, didn’t think so. I know you guys are tight, but no way he’d ignore lil ol’ me while still chatting to you,” they shrug. “Anyway, you think you’d be able to do a cheeky lil investigation? Make sure your own moirail hasn’t finally returned to his ancestral calling as a haunted sea sponge and become one with a coral reef?”

Mikiel rolled his eyes.

“That’s not what his ancestor was. But, fine. I’ll go.”

Glasya grinned. If it was anyone else, they knew the answer would be a definite no. But, somehow, under those hundreds of layers of ice and pretentiousness, Thrixe had managed to get Mikiel to care for him after all.

“Pog. If you need an outie of whatever mission your guys were gonna send you on, say something important from Investigations has popped up. I’ll vouch for you.”

Mikiel doubted such a plan would work, but he didn’t care if Glasya got in trouble for it. That’s their problem.

And even if he wasn’t allowed to leave for Atlantis, no one was going to stop him. Not if it was true that Thrixe was in trouble.

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Mikiel shivered as he entered the city of Atlantis, making a beeline for Thrixe’s hive and trying his best to ignore everything else. The eldritch presence in the air was palpable to someone like him, given his sensitivity to the supernatural, but apart from the inherent wrongness of it all, it didn’t appear particularly dangerous.

The amount of trolls wandering about thinned out considerably the closer he got to his destination, which he anticipated. He had chosen to investigate off the clock so he did not need to seek the approval of his boss, but as a member of Gaia it was still his responsibility to ensure the safety of the general populace from supernatural threats. Fortunately, the eldritch presence was doing its job keeping everyone else away, whether they realised it or not.

Mikiel could also feel the desire to turn away and abandon the investigation lingering within his mind, but he ignored it and kept going.

As he approached the hive, he was stopped in his tracks. The front door was open, a sign that someone else had been here… Or still was inside. He bristled, on high alert, relying on The Patron’s gift to try and sense any other supernatural entities amongst the horrorterror’s lingering aura. The temperature around him was rapidly cooling, and frost creeping up the windows of the hive would alert anyone inside to his presence, but he was ready to fight if necessary.

The interior of the hive was wrecked. Mikiel did not visit Thrixe’s hive often as the hybrid preferred to visit the blueblood’s own, but he knew his moirail would not willingly leave the place in such a state. Furniture had been overturned, paintings fallen off the wall, lightbulbs shattered, and black blobs of something melted into the carpet. Ink, presumably, or some sort of sludge? He didn’t think it was necessary to understand exactly what it was, but he knew enough about terrors to know what kinds of liquids to expect.

He crept through each room, looking for any signs of life. Nothing, no intruders like he had feared from the open door, and still no signs of the seadweller. Just a trail of the black substance, and-

Mikiel’s head suddenly turned at the sound of some animalistic noise, as his psiionics reacted in kind, freezing the floor directly underneath his feet.

Oh, it’s just Archimedes. The gryphon had left its hiding spot and approached Mikiel, recognising him as a troll it could trust. Mikiel could not understand the animal’s body language, but he would not be surprised if it was distressed by the disappearance of its owner. He relaxed slightly, and crouched down to examine the creature. It didn’t appear like it’d been harmed, and it simply stared curiously back at him.

He nodded in acknowledgement, then stood back up, motioning for the animal to not try and follow him. If he can’t find Thrixe, he’ll need to take Archimedes back with him to make sure it gets looked after. Glasya would likely know what to do.

He cast his attention back to the black fluid on the floor, and cautiously followed its trail. The lingering eldritch influence was starting to make his head hurt, but this appeared to be his only lead into locating his moirail. The trail took him to another door, which had been completely shattered, like something massive had forced its way through it… Or out of it.

Gazing into the open entrance of the broken door, he noticed where the trail of muck had ended. The seafront hives in Atlantis were built to be half-submerged for the seadwelling occupants, and many contained passageways and chambers that lead directly into the depths.

Mikiel grit his teeth, and turned to run out of the hive and towards the shoreline. Without thinking, he kept running, allowing his psiionics to freeze the water directly underneath him so he could take off over the ocean. He gripped his gloves in his teeth and tore them off, allowing for his cryokinesis to operate uninhibited, spreading the ice further across the waves and freezing a thick platform he could safely cross. He had learned he was able to trust in his abilities now, and that he could put his full faith that pursuing this hunch would not lead him astray.

He did not stop until he was far from the shore, past the sandbar that only trained swimmers and those with gills would dare to cross. He knew he would not see any signs of the horrorterror hybrid from the surface, but - and he felt stupid for hoping this, but god was he desperate, despising the way his own fears burned in his chest and lead him to run into the maelstrom of eldritch activity - perhaps, he could-

“Thrixe!!!”

He screamed his morail’s name out at the ocean, as loud and as shrill as his lungs were capable of. The chill in the air felt piercing, and he was clenching his fists so hard they were freezing over. He took in another deep breath.

“I know you’re out there somewhere, I can feel your damn presence all over the place! You- You- Coglione! Cretino! If you’ve done something stupid, get back here and tell me! Don’t just fuck off and leave everyone worried! Tu rompiscatole!”

The words came out far angrier than he had intended, but… Seeing the state of Thrixe’s hive, the black sludge that slathered the floor, the wrecked furniture and doors that reeked of a desperate escape, and then knowing that whatever he had done had triggered Gaia to start monitoring again without knowing if this was even his moirail’s fault, he was terrified.

“You- Answer me, goddammit!!” He screamed until his throat felt raw, and clusters of ice spikes had sprung up around him as his psiionics reflected his own rage. The ice around his fists shattered, but kept threatening to freeze over once again. He could no longer see through his glasses, having also frozen over until the lenses shattered.

But that did not matter, as there was only silence.

Silence, and the increasing feeling of absolute dread caused by the eldritch influence swarming around him.

As Mikiel stood there, it became clear to him that Thrixe was no longer within the confines of Atlantis’ ocean, and was not in control of what lingered around the bay. If he was still in control, it’s deterring aura would have likely been much stronger to the point where the blueblood would’ve found himself unable to even get close to the hive. Thrixe would not have want his moirail to worry so much, or to get injured and fall under his thrall.

If Thrixe was still in control, it wouldn’t feel so hateful.

The cryokinetic shivered, not from his own psiionics but from the sudden awareness that he was absolutely powerless. His moirail had vanished into the depths, and there was nothing left of him remaining in this area, nor any other ways that he could be pursued. All that was left was something that felt actively malicious towards Mikiel the longer he stayed here, feelings of hatred and resentment prickling under his skin.

Like a man possessed, he finally followed his instincts, and fled back to shore.

#drabble #glasya elliss #mikiel giacho #icebreaker #this drabble is set approximately a day after the events of Hazey btw #and has nothing to do w. Harbinger except i wanted to write my characters' response to it lmao

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raitrolling · 3 months

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Miki is a lot more on-edge and easily angered while he’s worried about Thrixe, which tends to manifest in him being a lot more reckless and violent while he’s at work so I’m imagining there being conversations like

Gaia spec ops member 1: I saw Mikiel tear the head off a rampaging werewolf with his bare hands

Gaia spec ops member 2: yeah he’s going through some stuff right now

#all he knows is anger and violence and luckily he is Really Good at killing things #his boss is probably just giving him jobs that don’t require anything to be brought back alive and just being like. go. maim #ooc #mikiel giacho #mobileblogging

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raitrolling · 6 months

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What my mains + some extras are doing for Fright Night cuz I forgot to make this post last night

Katrin - No plans, but if people are leaving candy outside with a ‘take one’ sign for trick-or-treaters she’s taking the whole pumpkin basket

Nancor - Running his fortune telling booth while dressed as a fallen angel (Gliese helped him out together his costume)

Ashe - Working, but dressed in silly Fright Night themed medical scrubs and handing out extra candy to patients

Velour - Attending Viltau’s party, dressed as Yue from Cardcaptor Sakura because he wanted to impress Jamie with an anime costume but because he doesn’t watch any just googled ‘pretty anime man’ and kept scrolling until he found one he liked

Mikiel - Nothing, unless he gets forced into attending a work event

Lusien - Putting in extra work trying to make sure all the supernatural creatures residing in Vernrot don’t cause too much trouble

Viltau - Hosting two Fright Night events which are both haunted house themed escape rooms: One early in the evening for just his friends, and another after that for guests who have accepted his invitations and signed the waiver because this one is the Murder Version. He’s dressed as a demon, and has constructed an entire backstory about his character being thousands of sweeps old and dedicating his lifetime to subjecting mortals to deadly puzzles to escape their demise

Glasya - Attending whatever party they can find (either a work one or one hosted by a friend), dressed as a slutty version of some classic horror movie monster

Vallis - Did not realise it was Fright Night

Liiore - Animal Crossing Fright Night Event is about as much scares as he can handle

Eichio - Working as Viltau’s assistant for his two parties, dressed as a demon butler / familiar

Sharle - Likely just preparing for the next race, but his team’s YouTube channel uploaded a video of him and Tira in shitty dollar store costumes attempting to carve pumpkins

Linnae - Does not know what Fright Night is and is very scared of all these people walking around in costumes and asking him for candy

#ooc #katrin rissah #nancor pharom #ashell bathre #velour #mikiel giacho #lusien avalon #viltau espino #Glasya elliss #vallis reyleh #liiore dariya #Eichio maccau #Sharle casini #linnae ishimi #mobileblogging

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raitrolling · 4 months

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part 1 of the voice template memes since i decided to do all my mains + some extras

i didnt fill out the speech pattern section cuz girl what even are gendered speech patterns, and filled out the sliders based on pure Vibe so dont compare them to each other LMAO

also i tried to make my handwriting as decent as i could

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#headcanon #katrin rissah #nancor pharom #eichio maccau #ashell bathre #velour #mikiel giacho #miki has The Range

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raitrolling · 9 months

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I imagined Thrixe introducing Mikiel and Karell and things going surprisingly well until the words "whore sauce" leave Karell's mouth

It's all fun and games until Thrixe has to hold Mikiel back before he throttles Karell, all while going on a longass rant about puttanesca and the sanctity of Italian food (of which half the words that leave his mouth are Italian profanities)

#you have never heard so many porco dios and porco madonnas in your life #asks #asetrollplays #mikiel giacho

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raitrolling · 6 months

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👑 1, 9, 10, 15, 18 :)

1 - My smartest muse

i don't think i have an overall smartest muse, but i do have a lot of characters who have highly specialised knowledge in one field but are generally average in everything else

Vallis is a scientist who specialises in both troll and marine biology, Viltau is very knowledgeable when it comes to his own hobbies (cooking, literature, cinema) and generally enjoys learning about everything he can, Sharle speaks four languages and knows a lot about open-wheel race cars, and Mikiel has a lot of (very biased) knowledge about classical music and the arts, just to name a couple

9 - The muse who has changed the most

physically? i mean Vallis became a horrorterror hybrid and Celise got turned into a zombie lmao

but in terms of general character development, i'd say the Velour has done a lot recently. he's been learning to move on from his past mistakes that were always holding him back, take time off his work to manage his stress and anxiety (after a controversy involving a fan nearly tanked his whole career), and has found a new close group of friends and a moirail who are all very supportive of him while also making sure he keeps it real

10 - The muse with the most outfits

Velour, again. the man's a fashion designer, and his talksprites have like 7 alternate outfits not including toggleable accessories

15 - My most dangerous muse

Mikiel and Fleure in terms of raw power, given that the former is an incredibly powerful psiionic and the latter is an even more powerful mage + dragon shifter. both will only attack if they feel provoked, though (or in Mikiel's case, he has to do it for his job), so they can hold a civil conversation and be reasoned with

in terms of general dangerousness, you do not want to get on Viltau's bad side. man really loves his torture. and point-blank assassinations. and petty revenge. and he used to kidnap people's lusii and cook them if they really pissed him off, and only stopped because his matesprit disapproved

18 - My most extroverted muse

probably a toss-up between Callan, Amarys, and Glasya. i don't tend to write extroverted characters because i am very much Not one, so most of mine tend to lean more towards introvert / ambivert

#asks #mageofspacemultiverse #vallis reyleh #viltau espino #sharle casini #mikiel giacho #celise shoket #velour #fleure ishimi #the tidality #callan ranpoe #amarys viridi #glasya elliss #i mightve missed tagging someone lmao #but ty!!

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raitrolling · 6 months

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Thinking abt quad availabilities and opinions on dating

Katrin - Taken in pitch, doesn’t believe she’ll be any good in red or pale so she’s actively trying to avoid dating

Nancor - open in all quads, but very hesitant about dating because he fears losing someone he loves again. I’d say he’s past the grieving stage re: Lonnen, but let’s be real here it’s Nancor hes in a constant state of grief (over trolls dying in general, he doesn’t even have to know them personally)

Ashe - Taken in red and pale, uncomfortable with the thought of being in a pitch relationship because of the circumstances that lead to his death, but wouldn’t be opposed to dating if someone managed to court him in blackrom

Velour - Taken in pale, not actively seeking out a relationship in red or pitch because he knows that dating a celebrity is A Lot and also he’s not the type to fall for someone easily. And while he’s ambivalent about it, I think blackrom would be a fun dynamic with him, particularly if it was another mage

Mikiel - Taken in red (though not officially dating Lyvere yet) and pale, isn’t particularly seeking out a pitch relationship. He already can’t believe he’s ended up with one quad, the other two seem like an impossibility to him (because he has not realised he’s Down Bad flushedwise lmao)

Lucy - Taken in red, not opposed to dating in pale or pitch but isn’t really the type to put himself out there. If it happens, it happens, and if not then he’s happy with just Ani :)

Viltau - Taken in red and pitch, and considers himself to be relatively stable enough to not require a moirail so he’s uninterested in that quad

Glasya - Taken in pale, not actively seeking a red or pitch relationship but does enjoy more casual things because they like to tease more than they like the idea of a serious relationship

Vallis - All quads open, but generally uninterested in romantic relationships. He’s very content with the close platonic relationships he’s made

#ooc #katrin rissah #nancor pharom #ashell bathre #velour #mikiel giacho #lusien avalon #viltau espino #Glasya elliss #vallis reyleh #I have considered the possibility of Nan developing a palecrush tbh but it isn’t something he’d act on. he doesn’t think its the right time #mobileblogging

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raitrolling · 8 months

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mikiel ☀️♻️🧘

☀️ what do you use your abilities for most of the time?

My j❄b. They w❄rk best in c❄mb❄t.

♻️ is there anyone youd trade abilities with, downsides and all?

❄nly s❄me❄ne wh❄se cry❄kinesis ❄ctu❄lly w❄rks h❄w it's supp❄sed t❄. I d❄n't need t❄ b❄ther with ❄ny ❄ther p❄wer ❄r d❄wnside.

🧘 do you spend much time practicing your abilities?

I never used t❄, bec❄use I th❄ught it w❄s p❄intless.

But... Thrixe h❄s been helping me ❄ut, s❄... It's been e❄sier.

#asks #spectrology #headcanon #mikiel giacho #another troll of few words

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raitrolling · 8 months

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[puts glasses on a character who doesn't normally wear them] oh thats kinda cute and charming

[takes glasses off a character who always wears glasses] jesus christ what the fuck is that thing

#ooc #aislin cudovi #velour #mikiel giacho #sharle casini #vallis reyleh #belamy alchys #sharle's sunglasses count. they add both +3 charm points but also +6 douchebag points #and im almost done uploading all my sprites to TH which means no more of these messing w. sprites posts on here lmao

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Moonlight Sonata

[Easy reading version on Toyhou.se]

The lake had once been home to a Nixie - one of the malicious sorts, who lured trolls from a nearby camping ground into the water’s depths by singing tales of merriment and desire, and then would feast on the entrails of the drowned bodies. Ordinarily such a creature would have been left alone, the campground was far enough from any major towns that any supernatural occurrence would not be a threat to Trollkind as a whole. But after multiple research teams had vanished from the area without a trace, one of Gaia’s Special Operations units were called in to relocate it.

Mikiel had not been assigned that particular mission. He was an occupational hazard to any team dealing with entities with mental manipulation abilities, as the Patron’s protection was not nearly enough to counterbalance his brain’s weak mental resistance. It was a side effect of his uncontrollable psiionics, and one that had been hardly relevant to his ordinary life until he was dealing with such foes on an almost-nightly basis. If he was not being sent out on solo missions to pick off any supernatural entities or rogue mages who could take advantage of his metaphorical Achilles’ Heel, then any team efforts had to be carefully planned around his unruly nature - both as a psiionic user and as a troll with an attitude problem.

He knew he was a liability, but he hated being treated like one. For that reason, he would only agree to such missions if his presence was absolutely necessary.

It therefore struck him as unusual, then, that he had overheard one of his colleagues who had been assigned to the Nixie Relocation Operation say something he’d never heard before: “I wish Giacho had come with us. We could have used his psiionics.”

How absurd, that his uncontrollable, unruly, hazardous-to-friend-and-foe-alike cryokinesis was considered desirable.

The campground had been deserted for weeks following the incident. Word had spread around about a dangerous beast murdering vacationers, nothing but rumour and heresy as the ordinary population would never consider the possibility of a mythological creature being the culprit. But, the amount of half-devoured bodies fished out out the lake was enough to confirm that something was out there. Even those lucky enough to have not been exposed to the nonsense that is the supernatural would not be stupid enough to dismiss the warning signs. The grounds had been fitted with limited amenities: A few stray picnic tables graffitied with carvings and char marks from faulty camp stoves, a barbeque with sweeps worth of hamburger grease baked into its surface, and a small block of showers and toilets that would be lucky to get cleaned at least once every couple of weeks.

Camping, of course, would never be on Mikiel’s list of activities any time soon. What he was more interested in making the long trek out here for was the lake itself.

Said lake was fairly unremarkable, but the blueblood never had an eye for nature unless it had been painted on a canvas over one hundred sweeps ago. The twin moons reflected off the still water, lightly dyeing it in green and pink hues, and there was a soft breeze causing the grass surrounding it to rustle. He could not feel any lingering traces of magic in the air, nor any signs that a new Nixie had taken the previous one’s place. In fact, Mikiel had not seen any wildlife around the campgrounds or the lake at all.

It made it a perfect location, then, for what he was planning on doing.

He stood at the water’s edge, right at the point where the water would gently lap at the tips of his boots. He cast a gaze across his entire surroundings to make sure that he definitely had not been followed, and slowly, he removed his gloves. The shift in the air would have been palpable to anyone else, the temperature rapidly dropping around him as his psiionics were no longer confined to his inhibitor’s restraints. He shoved the gloves into his pants pocket, a light dusting of frost sticking to his clothes when his bare fingers brushed against them. Ice began to spread out underneath his feet, causing the water to also start to freeze.

He never felt comfortable without his inhibitors, barely in control of his cryokinesis even with them on. But tonight, he was feeling calm, silently watching how quickly the world around him changed into a frozen landscape. It was no wonder that colleague of his thought he could have been useful on this mission, there would have been nowhere for that Nixie to escape. But also, nowhere for the rest of the squadron to take shelter from the cold. That was precisely why he was so dangerous, but it would seem that being fucked in the head was a pre-requisite for employment at his workplace, as no matter how many times he tries to articulate that he is a danger to everyone else he is met with scoffs and eyerolls.

His moirail would also disagree with him. According to Thrixe, he was not inherently dangerous, but had spent so long stifling his psiionics out of hatred that he was simply unrefined with using them. Mikiel initially thought that was ridiculous - Pheira had told him the same thing, and look how that mentorship turned out - but after sparring a couple times with the half-horrorterror while not wearing his inhibitors he had to admit there was some merit to those words. He could go all-out whenever they fought as Thrixe could easily shake off being frozen multiple times over, and… It felt a little freeing. When he didn’t focus on the harm he was capable of doing by failing to rein in his psiionics, they were nothing more than an extension of himself, something as natural as breathing.

The ice had frozen a quarter of the lake, reaching the limits of how far his cryokinesis could naturally cover while standing still. Mikiel shook off some stray patches of ice that had started to cling to his legs and threatened to freeze himself in place, and did some quick stretches to keep moving. He then withdrew two blades from his modus, ones that would normally be mounted onto the bottoms of a pair of ice skates, and froze them to his own boots. Always the perfectionist, his psiionics perfectly aligned the blades without him needing to think about it. He breathed in, exhaled a puff of frozen air, and stepped out onto the frozen lake. As he skated towards the centre in a long clockwise spiral, the ice followed him, until finally the rink was complete.

Away from anyone’s gaze, under the twin moons in this silent night, with no one to prove anything to and no one to judge him by himself, Mikiel began to glide around the lake in a way that was reminiscent of the nights he once spent practising his figure skating.

He could have gone professional, he had been told, but he never saw the point. He would bring nothing revolutionary to the sport, and all the best routines had already been perfected by those far more capable than him. It had been easier for him to quit while he was ahead. When he gains enough speed to spring into the air and experimentally twist his body into a double axel he knows it would never meet a judge’s approval, his ankle wobbles slightly when he lands and he lacks the perfect grace one should have when he swings his other leg out behind him to complete the jump, but he continues on.

He glides backwards, then turns to right himself while he loops around the edges of the lake. When he starts to feel comfortable with his movement, he readies a second jump: A quadruple toe jump into a triple. When he strikes the ice with the toe of the blade, small spikes shoot outwards from the ice, but he pays them no mind. Ordinarily he would be frustrated at this slight loss of control, but right now his focus is on perfecting his jumps. The landing of the triple toe jump was much smoother than his initial axel, and, feeling satisfied with these practice jumps, he began to relax into one of his old routines.

The lake is silent aside from the sound of the blades against the ice, but he can envision the music he once danced to perfectly. And despite the physical exertion required to perform this dance, he finds himself quietly humming the melody to keep time - as well as one can hum along to the 1st movement of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata.

He starts slowly, following the rhythm of the song. Only slow single spins as he circles around the ice, but not too slowly that his psiionics would cause the ice to cling to his feet. But when he stretches out his arms in a dramatic flourish the ice shifts with him, building up small clusters of spikes on the ground underneath him. He builds up speed, readying his first proper jump, a turn into a triple flip. As his toe strikes the ice and he launches himself into the air, his psiionics follow the momentum of his leg to pull more ice from the frozen lake, creating an arc of spikes behind him. He lands perfectly, and ignores the small trail of spikes behind him. Surprisingly, they would not block his path.

Gesture and form make up the majority of the movement in this performance, the way he moves his head towards the imaginary crowd and holds a hand out towards them, how he pulls his shoulders and head back and splays his fingers during an outside spread eagle slide, the way he points his toes when he lifts his feet from the ice, the tiny flourishes with every turn and pivot. Sweeps in the Red Scarves’ fighting ring and a lifetime of closing himself out from others should have rendered his movements stiff and ungraceful, but on the ice, he felt free.

The second jump is a triple axel, and once he lands (much more smoothly than his first attempt) he continues the momentum into multiple backwards spins. The frost on his glasses was starting to impede his vision, but he felt as if he could trust himself to not fall. The ice spikes were continuing to follow his movement, rising higher into the air the faster he moved, but the path was still clear. While he was so focused on performing his old routine as perfectly as possible, he was failing to notice that his psiionics were not impeding his progress, but accentuating his movement to improve its artistry.

Funny how one’s control of their own powers is at its best when they no longer need to think about how they should be used.

He reached the section in his routine in which the music picks up, and so does his footwork. The turns became dizzying; his single spins became triples, quadruples, quintuples; he dodges and weaves around the clusters of spikes until the music would have hit a swell where he leaps into an impressive quadruple salchow. The landing for this one is far from perfect, as he doesn’t quite reach the final turn and his foot hits the ice earlier than expected, but the flurry of ice arcing up around him hides the wobbly landing and less-than-stellar recovery, and he glides into the next movement with little issue.

The final section of the song features a backwards hydroblade, one that Mikiel remembers practicing for a long time as a child. He had seen that movement in an Olympic performance, and the marriage of speed, grace, and physical strength all in a single movement had absolutely captivated him. It was taxing to perform after multiple jumps, when the legs start to become fatigued from the exertion. He skated a loop around the rink, twisted around to pivot backwards, and while still maintaining his speed, lowered himself as closely to the ground as possible. This time, the ice followed his free leg and outstretched hand as if a ribbon was trailing behind him, creating a raised path that defied gravity. As he rose back to full height and topped off this movement with an euler into a triple salchow, the ice paths twirled upwards into a spiral pattern above his head. He had made ramps using his psiionics before, but never anything of this sort.

The choreography is completed with the longest spin of all. He twirls his way towards the centre of the rink, and with the same amount of force required to pull off one of many jumps he has performed so far, brings up one leg to begin the sequence. Camel spin to sit spin, then from sitting to upright while still grasping one leg, a full upright spin of almost blinding speeds, and finally completing it with a layback spin. Spirals of ice spikes radiate outwards around him and icy paths twist around those same spirals, until finally- he sweeps one leg around him in a final motion and strikes the finishing pose, one arm fully outstretched towards the sky and his head tilted back as far as his neck will allow.

It is at this point where the adrenaline catches up to him and Mikiel finally feels out of breath. He inhales and exhales deeply, trying to take in as much oxygen from the freezing air as possible and feeling the sting of the frozen particles in his throat. There is a tension building up in his legs that feels like a lead weight, not used to performing movements any more complex than simply skating on ice to get from one location to the other. And now that he is no longer moving, frost starts to build up on his clothes and the ice that has frozen his skate blades to his boots begins to creep further up his legs. Once again, he is reminded that his cryokinesis can never be totally controlled, and when left unrestrained for too long it starts to run rampant.

But, as he finally takes notice of the display of ice around him, the way the twin moons artfully reflect off every spire and pathway, his dance moves immortalised in pathways of glistening spikes, the way he can trace every twist and turn and jump from the direction and size of every piece of ice, he understands something. Thrixe is right, there is a beauty to his powers. He just has to allow himself to be free.

#drabble #mikiel giacho #there we go. the Good Thing Happens To Miki drabble feat. 2k words of ice skating #i watched. so many vids last night to try and understand how to put together a choreo lMAO professional figure skaters do not read this #the actual performance is probs Bad and i didnt include enough jumps for a short program but w/e thats not important

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