#cipher tegiro

[goddesstrolls]

“- Oh, wonderful news! I’ve just found out, via an attempt on my life, that one of my previous employers has put a hit out on me for some fucking reason! )”

[goddesstrolls]

"-Awwwh, how sweet of you to say.)"

>> You clasp a hand loosely over your collarbone, as though deeply touched, at being called a little freak.

"-Here, you can hold it if you want.)"

>> You pull your lusus off your shoulders and hold it out. It lets a little jet of spores out of its nose when you hold it like hamburger, likely just because you squeezed its torso a bit.

>> It's completely limp and still otherwise. Only after several seconds do its limbs move a bit, sluggishly pawing the air. It wants to go back to the relative warmth of your shoulders.... But this rustblood's warmth will do nicely if they want to come down and hold it.

"Aren't you a little freak. I do like the thing on your shoulders. Looks fun to pet. Also, I think that you got something on your face, or like, runny make up. Probably."

[bastsoldtrollblog]

I spent all day on these.

Enjoy~

[cotestuck]

At least once a day, for the last month and a half or so, you have been making the trek to visit this isolated bolt hole half a night's walk from town.

Your foster Lusus and your beloved hivemate shared both trepidation over your choice to shelter this other mutant, and having grudgingly allowed you to continue because he was another mutant, and you couldn't have abandoned him if you had wanted to.

Given that his response to being dug out from a collapsed pile of lumber, gravel, and rebar was an attempt to drug you, you feel you could have been forgiven for the temptation.

It wasn't like you had him locked in.

Well...

The door was hidden and locked, but only from the outside.

From his side, it was clearly visible and could easily have been unlocked without the need for any sort of key.

He'd finally stopped producing spores last week.

A few days ago, the fruiting bodies had withered.

You don't know how long recovery takes him, but he'd been hungry when he had gone under.

Losing this much of himself after rapid growth of new features was sure to leave him dangerously ravenous, whether from weakness or aggression.

So you arrive with produce, some roasted meat to tide him over, and a fresh kill to cook if he needed more.

As if to avoid waking a friend who was just sleeping, you ease the door open and bring the groceries in as quietly as you are able before checking his cushioned hollow to find him less tightly curled up amid shed dry fruiting bodies.

"Still dooing ookay?" you ask, not really expecting an answer, as you settle nearby.

[cloudbattrolls]

CROWN CLINIC

A medical care facility and scientific engineering lab network in one, Crown Clinic is located in the city of Block 136. (City created by @raitrolling)

STAFF:

Administrator & Chief Medic:  Friday Lovely (created by Bel a.k.a anontrolls, currently used by me)

Security Detail & Administrative Assistant: Thrixe Varzim [current affiliate, but not directly employed]

Receptionist & Surgeonhiliator: Cheran Zaurok

Bioengineer: Cipher Tegiro [former employee]

Psiionic Test Subject & Receptionist: Katrin Rissah

Lusus Caretaker: Linnae Ishimi

Prosthetist: Sorzae Laelee

Surgeonhiliator: Hannah Descur

Security Detail: Yarrex Fissaa

Microbiologist: Bellam Xavier

BATHRE CLINIC STAFF: (an affiliate of Crown Clinic)

Administrator & Chief Medic: Ashell Bathre

On-Call Surgeon: Rotavh Suloch

Security & Receptionist: Helios Fenjun

SERVICES:

Crown clinic provides a variety of products and care for its clients. Trolls who need routine health checkups and medication prescriptions can find many of them here without need for a pharmacy. The staff are also capable of various types of surgeries, and if they cannot provide a specific type, they can easily direct clients to specialists.

Prior to the arrival of Xrumon Arigah, their prosthetic services were only middling, but have sharply improved as of late.

Psiionic testing of powers and care for related ailments is available, and all data related to such is kept private and not disclosed to the empire if a troll wishes to avoid helming. Even unusual powers or those with harmful side effects can find treatment and handling here.

While it is not openly disclosed, the clinic can and will treat mutants, aliens, and other non-troll entities.

ROBOTS:

The clinic has several small robots of various kinds for administration, maintenance, sanitation, security, and other miscellaneous purposes. Most are roomba-like and have basic intelligence as well as faces painted on them.

LUSII:

The clinic has a number of lusii taken care of by Linnae Ishimi while their charges work, and some have their own duty of comforting young trolls who either have no lusii or cannot bring theirs to the clinic. They are as follows:

Porcupine-firefly dad: Ullane’s lusus, about the size of a medium dog. Friendly, a little dim, often forgets he is very spiny but doesn’t want to hurt anyone unless they hurt his daughter. He can glow at will and fly short distances.

Beefly dad: Friday’s lusus. A cuddly, fluffy giant beefly (about basketball sized) that pollinates floral revenants. Despite that morbid ecological role, he is nevertheless friendly to trolls.

Raccoon mum: Katrin’s lusus. Comes to the clinic mostly to be fed while her charge works.

Fungidad: Cipher’s tegu lusus. Usually kept with him while he works and not seen in the wider clinic.

Hedgehog mum: The lusus of a friend to Thrixe and Ullane, Glasya Elliss, she is cared for at the clinic when her charge is too busy with work to be at hive.

OTHER:

The clinic is sometimes haunted by Amprus Dorzuh, friend to Xrumon Arigah. Trolls who can see or hear ghosts may perceive her presence.

The clinic is owned by Chimer Latrai, and occasionally she and her two main guards will be seen there.

The clinic was founded and formerly run by Ullane Wistim.

[bastsoldtrollblog]

trolloled​:

“/\/Do people say that when talking about yanking sommmeone’s control of their self away?”

“/\/I really don’t think so.”

> This is a weird troll, this place seemed to be overflowing with weird trolls. You can’t actually remember the last time you talked to someone normal - and Thrixe no longer counted.

> Not after that vaguely ominous threat about what he could do to you psychologically.

“/\/Hmmmph. Do your search then, mmmaybe you’ll have better luck. MMMy sensors have never failed before, so why…?”

> You vaguely note the nervous fidgeting they’re doing, but you don’t attribute it to anything beyond probably disliking talking to you.

“/\/If I had a floor plan of this place, I could mmmap out where the highest concentrations were. MMMaybe I should do that instead… oh, but no one will…”

“/\/Wait, back up: Why does a hospital staff a mmmycologist? In case we run into a mmmushroommm outbreak?“

> You raise one hand, awkwardly, and tick off several things on your digits.

“/\/I'mmm the prosthetics specialist, Ullane is the admmministrator and general doctor… or whatever, Linnae is sommme mmmanner of assistant… Thrixe provides security… those are all sensible. But I’ve never heard of a clinic staffing a fungal specialist.”

> You just laugh a bit. You're definitely a weirdo among weirdos...

> You listen to him talk half to himself, and consider what to say in response- You don't want him involved, not with that sensor, so you'll have to discourage that idea somehow...Until he is fortunately distracted by something else.

> You giggle again at that.

"-Well, I will say my research is based in the medical applications of fungi, but otherwise I think Ullane would be the one to give you a straight answer.)"

> Oh dear, he believes the place is a private hospital..? Well, it is, but there's also the amount of experimentation and weapons research that goes on here...And, of course, the clinic's sponsor...

[goddesstrolls]

Cypher, why are you so cute? stop that!

"- Wh. )"

"- Nh- Who just walks up and says that to someone? Weirdo. )"

>> Turn away, hovering your hands over your face. You'd scrub at your burning cheeks if you weren't wearing makeup.

[goddesstrolls]

“- Hehehehehehe, yes, let’s all make jokes at my expense! I know exactly who it is, I just don’t know why! )”

> Devolve into a fit of nervous laughter as you clutch your face.

[goddesstrolls]

"- ....Problem solved. I guess. )"

>> Behind you is a building practically bursting with massive fungal webbing. You maybe went a little overboard, but at least everyone inside is definitely dead or being consumed by the fungus.

[goddesstrolls]

Strip Cipher

"- Now that my life hopefully isn't at risk, the fun and games can begin, I see how it is. )"

>> You remove your lab coat.

[goddesstrolls]

🎁 sending cipher some mushrooms of the magic variety. yknow for science

LSD has a pretty potent effect on them. However it can also make them very sick. It's a surprise!

[goddesstrolls]

tl;dr for Cipher? :0

Cipher kept to himself for most of his life, diagnosed with an autoimmune disorder that would likely, eventually prove fatal. He went from doctor to doctor, desperate for a cure and refusing to settle for treatment.

Eventually he gave up and threw himself into medical science, and realized he could apply his studies in mycology to the treatments he was attempting on himself.

They basically locked themselves in a lab and turned themselves into a mushroom thing. For more than a sweep they were so delicate that they couldn't leave their lab or allow anyone in.

[goddesstrolls]

“- Boo, my date walked in, saw me, and then tried to walk out and stand me up. Weak ass motherfucker tweeted about wanting a big titty goth girlfriend earlier this week even. Like, I’m right here?? )”

[bastsoldtrollblog]

> Dumb lizard...

> Well. At this point it’s more fungus than lizard, but if it looks like a lizard and acts (sort of) like a lizard, then it’s a lizard for the sake of brevity.

> Your lusus has crawled under some heaped up framing and debris from some public project or another, and refused to come out. You crawled under as best you could, but it’s just out of reach, and also just sitting there while you struggle in vain to grab it. You attempt to sidle under a little more, and the whole heap shifts half an inch so it’s now...Crushing you a little, and you can’t move. You give a small squeak as the air is pressed out of your lungs, but at least you can breathe back in. For the moment.

> You deflate, legs lying flat on the crumbling sidewalk in defeat. That’s all which is visible of you from outside the heap, at the moment.

> You guess this is how you die.

> You can reach your lusus now, at least. You grab him and scoop him closer to you.

“-This is your fault, you know!)”

[bastsoldtrollblog]

Button eyes for Cipher.

Button Eyes: whoever sends this has ownership of a voodoo doll especially made for my muse, and can inflict harm on them at will. Lasts as long as they want.

> Something feels...Off, but you can't place it...

[bastsoldtrollblog]

> Alright, yeah, what you sleep in is basically a glorified cooler.

> You need something temperature-controlled, and while you’d like to sleep in your bed, the enclosed space is surprisingly cozy and you find drifting off to the chill is quite peaceful. Rather than shiver and ache, you just get lethargic, it becomes harder for you to keep your eyes open, and you drift off.

> There’s no point in bringing your phone with you. You’re out like a light, and no phone call or alarm could wake you. You wake up naturally when the temperature rises again.

> It scares you a little, honestly. You’ve never tested, but you don’t think you’d ever wake up if you stayed in the cold.

> But anyway! The not-cooler warms up to room temperature right at 7pm, and you climb out might like a rainbow drinker creeping out of their coffin. You aren’t expecting any messages except perhaps from work, and those can wait, so you go about with your usual evening routine of making coffee and plating a cut of raw beef. You kind of miss the ritual of cooking sometimes, so you just settle for making your meals look nice.

> After you eat, and as you’re finishing your coffee (Black and decaf, you like the bitter flavor) you finally check your phone.

> Only to see a message from Risori of all people, sent during the middle of the day no less.

> Oh, asking if you want more samples.

CT: -You’d better have grabbed those specimens.)

@cotestuck