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i wanna do some minis here!  capping @ 3!  castmates, ya’ll aint exempt this go around i aint bout to churn out 30 minis.

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i wanna do some minis here!  capping @ 3!  castmates, ya’ll aint exempt this go around i aint bout to churn out 30 minis.

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littlepierot‌:

[You’re in the process of scraping the dirt off your feet on the lower shelves wen you hear the lady talk. She still looks mad at you and- wait, is she really asking what you think she is? You shake your head and back up a little. You don’t want to fight them! That’s why you were hiding in here! She’s not going to make you go out there and face them, right??]

H-Honk!

MARSTI: ...-_-

MARSTI: That ain’t it. -_-

[ Marsti sighed to herself, she had thought all the chaos this troll was causing was for another reason.  Apparently not, she never claimed to be right all the time. ]

MARSTI: Do you want me to take you to a safehive then? -_-

MARSTI: Because if not, I will leave you here. -_-

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[ Had this troll not been a wriggler, she would have gotten a bit smarter and verbally hostile.  But, she could hold back  It seems like this purpleblood kid only knew one word, so communicating would be harder than she’d like. ]

MARSTI: Hey, you see all this energy you’re getting everywhere? -_-

MARSTI: Why don’t you direct it at those ugly shambling corpse things? -_-

MARSTI: I’ll chaperone you. -_-

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[You have no idea why this maroon lady seems so angry with you. Sure, you have wandered into a deep puddle and got mud all over the floor of this grocery store, but it wasn’t that clean to begin with. And you kind of thought zombies are probably a bigger problem right now.]

[Maybe you should apologize anyway? Bronya always said you have to be polite.]

Honk?

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wiitchoftime‌:

      you just watch as she breaks her mop then hits the ground – it brings a smile to your face, both because damn, she is cool and because she’s well and able to fight ( but mostly because that was amazing ). you’re used to fighting, especially since you became aggressive, so you nod though your usual fighting style using your time powers and telekinesis was locked up. you raise the knitting needle you currently own.

DAMARA: YES. VERY GOOD. DAMARA: NO POWERS NOW. THOUGH.

MARSTI: Sorry, I know that was kind of much -_-

MARSTI: Felt the need to show off -_-

MARSTI: I remember you mentioned Beforus being more peaceful, so feel free to ask me for help -_-

MARSTI: I’m used to being used anyways -_-

MARSTI: But if you ask, it’s different, it’s not a burden -_-

[ She casually made conversation as she whacked a Shambler coming at her in the face, just to impale it through its temples. ]

MARSTI: Haha, nasty. -_-

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MARSTI: I’m fine, Damara -_-

MARSTI: In fact, fighting is the fun option -_-

MARSTI: I’m going with that -_-

[ She broke the cleaning part of her old mop off right over her knee.  She was good with a blade.  But a makeshift staff is basically the same, just minus the sharp part.  Splinters would work just fine. ]

[ She gave a test whack to the ground.  It’s durable enough to last her some fun. ]

MARSTI: You good at fighting? -_-

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       you aren’t opposed to killing at all. not anymore. especially when it concerns things attacking you. unfortunately you are lacking your usual powers and rustblood psychic abilities – but what you can do with your hands and a knitting needle could make up for it in a way. you mind your own business really and avoid a pair of too familiar horns in the crowd of shamblers and ghosts only to run into someone you know here. 

      you feel conflicted that she’s out here with these things. on one hand you know alternian trolls are tough but on the other you don’t want your new friend to get hurt and the beforan deep in you feels the need to protect. you choose the latter as you know what it’s like to be made to feel weak.

DAMARA: MARSTI. YOU ARE OKAY? DAMARA: YOU FIGHT OR WE GO INSIDE?

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MARSTI: Oh -_-

MARSTI: The undead? -_-

[ She had heard passerbys talking, and picked up and pieced together their conversations. ]

MARSTI: Maybe my hopes and dreams are among the waves of undead -_-

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MARSTI: What smells like shit?-_-

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exegesisindigo‌:

He pushed a hand through his hair with a defeated sigh, closing his eyes for a moment. Well, shit. That backfired a little.

“Well, pardon me for assuming. Genuinely. And I’m not claiming to be free of caste related faults, I’m just aware of the issues with it all. Nobody’s free from the potential of mistakes.”

“If that’s how you want to be, then I’m glad you’re able to behave how you want without fear.”

MARSTI: My god, you’re annoying -_-

MARSTI: I was hoping for a more eventful interaction -_-

MARSTI: Are all the highbloods here just like lowbloods’ best friends -_-

MARSTI: Because if so, I want off this ride -_-

MARSTI: I want actual conflict, not happy pansy shit -____________-

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exegesisindigo‌:

“…Pardon?”

He withdrew his hand once he realized she wasn’t going to shake it, shifting to adjust his suit jacket instead. He was… a little peeved, but he guessed he could understand why Marsti was so hesitant. And he was determined to salvage this interaction.

I know, I know, you’re probably wary of me, but I swear I’m not the same as… whatever you’ve seen or heard about indigos so far1. Besides, caste stuff doesn’t matter here anyways. There’d be no reason for me to perpetuate such things, if I even believed in them in the first place2.”

MARSTI: Oh.  I’m more than aware it doesn’t matter here -_-

MARSTI: So I’m choosing to be rude, knowing there’s no consequences -_-

MARSTI: It’s nice, I’ve already dismissed a tired teal -_-

[ She shrugged and just held onto her mop.  Marsti didn’t care for stereotyping, she was.  Just like this with everyone: blunt, a bit distant, and slightly asshole-ish. ]

MARSTI: So thanks for assuming that stereotype of lowbloods -_-

MARSTI: All that internal caste enforcement coming in hot, huh? -_____-

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exegesisindigo‌:

“I see… I’ll be careful to not spill any if I ever get my hands on some, I suppose.”

Arching an eyebrow, he gave a slight chuckle, scratching idly at his cheek. That was… an interesting assumption. Though he supposed it made a little sense.

“Ah, no, I’m not. I don’t… really know who’s holding this celebration, honestly. And, to be fair, I dress like this mostly every day. I’m not trying to help anything.”

He held out his free hand, an invitation to shake.

“Galekh Xigisi. It’s nice to meet you.”

MARSTI: Awfully considerate -_-

MARSTI: It’s a trap -_-

[ She stared at his hand, and then back at him.  That’s not happening today.  You have to at least be a level three friend to touch Marsti. ]

MARSTI: Marsti -_-

MARSTI: Can’t say I’m stoked to meet you -______-

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exegesisindigo‌:

“Honestly, no. I’m not much of a party person.”

He blinked, adjusting his tie a moment.

“I see… I’d hope that’s easy to clean up, but I wouldn’t really know1.”

Though, if he did drink, he probably would be drawn to said fermented grape juice. Or that drink Feferi gave him, if it was alcoholic… Maybe someday.

“Are you new here? I don’t think I’ve seen you around.”

MARSTI: Hm.  Dense -_-

MARSTI: It’s easy but a custodinciser never gives away her secrets -_-

MARSTI: So all your shit’s going to stain -_-

[ She lifted her mop up to inspect what was left of the wine.  It would have to do.  She got most of it, and this mop, without its wringing mechanism could only do so much for her. ]

MARSTI: Yeah, I’m new to this shithole -_-

MARSTI: Are you the shithole’s host? -_-

MARSTI: Because your cheesy outfit isn’t helping you -_-

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MARSTI: Smooch -_-

-_-?

FIRST THREE IN MY INBOX GET KISSES 

Well, this is slightly surprising. Chahut stares down at the maroon blood troll, not quite sure what to make of her stepping forward to be the next to receive one of the seemingly treasured clown kisses. She usually showed more restraint with humans than her fellow trolls, but even with this one she was being a bit hesitant to just go for it.

“you sure abouT This, darlin’? This isn’T some kind of black soliciTaTion, is iT? nah, can’T be. besides… i;ve goT my eyes on someone in parTicular… buT if you really wanna Take a sisTer for a ride…”

There goes her massive arm, looping around the other troll’s waist. The kiss is primed. The choice is hers. Advance or Abscond.

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are you sure you don’t wwwwant to be alone?

MARSTI: I worded that wrong -_-

MARSTI: Leave me alone -_-

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❝ I thought it would be quiet here. ❞

MARSTI: It’s relatively quiet -_-

MARSTI: You’re free to stay as long as you don’t mind the therapeutic white noise of my scrubbing -_-

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❝ Just relax. Stop torturing yourself. ❞

MARSTI: Unfortunately I don’t know how to relax -_-

MARSTI: So, I’ll just keep suffering -_-