#her r's are at the back of the throat or tapped/rolled and not the ABOMINATION that is the american r

[deathbydarkelves]

I REALLY wish studios would stop giving all the characters in their fantasy shows/movies/games the exact same Not-British accents. It's fine for some to have it but please I'm so tired of it. and I need voice claims. I respect Hades as a game but it's a perfect example, because why do the GREEK gods have British and American accents. I KNOW accents are easier named than done, especially convincingly, but if Assassin's Creed can do it...

It's a small touch but I do think it really goes a long way in improving immersion and creating more memorable, distinct characters.

[lr-supernaturaladdict]

Abomination Ch. 16

Summary: What happens when the girl sent by the king of hell falls in love with the Winchester who refuses to love. What happens when she gets rejected by the older Winchester and she releases her inner demons. What’ll happen when the boys find out shes really a demon/angel hybrid after only finding out herself shortly before. Even being raised by the king of hell to know you were at least half demon didn’t prepare you for the roller coaster of loving and hating Dean Winchester. You only just begun to realize how much of an abomination you really were.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13      Chapter 14 Chapter 15

Taglist: @adamsbubblegumbitch @amandamdiehl

A/N: Sorry for making everyone wait so long on this chapter. Shits been all over the place with life and I finally was able to finish this chapter. It’s not my best work but I’m still proud of it. Thank you guys for sticking with me!

Chapter 16: “Feelings”

Word Count: 4198

Warnings: Angst, Strong Language

“You son of a bitch,” you growled as your back slammed against a brick wall.

“Now now now, is that any way to talk to me,” Lucifer said smugly as his hands moved down your body.

“I agreed to help you,” you tried to push his hands away but only managed to allow him to slam them against the wall above your head. “I never agreed to be a booty call.”

Smirking he looked up curiously at nothing. “That’s right, because you haven’t ended it with those Winchester boys,” he tsked.

“I haven’t done anything with either of them since the last time we had spoken,” you said, continuing to try and get out of his grip.

You watched him roll his eyes dramatically before moving his hand to cup your jaw roughly. “I gave you a week to do as you’re told,” he slammed you against the wall again roughly. “Or are you planning to try and find a loophole?” he moved his face closer, your heart aching for it to be Castiel so close to you but you knew it wasn’t. “I can see and hear every dirty little thought running through the minds of those asshats. You’re mine now and they need to know that, understand?”

“Yes, sir,” you ground out between your teeth. You couldn’t help but watch as his plump lips formed into a smirk once more.

“Don’t act like you don’t enjoy my company,” he said before nipping your jaw.

“I loathe you,” you pulled your head away from him.

You expected him to grab you roughly again but instead he just put his hand on your cheek and met your eyes. “That’s not what you were saying last time.”

“What can I say,” you shrugged, not letting his piercing gaze effect you. “You’re wearing Castiel, love the body. Hate the man wearing it.”

“You’re lucky I like your fire,” he sneered and pressed his thumb to your lip roughly. “Or else you’d be dead,” he pursed his lips and tapped his finger against your cheek. “Now, I’ll give you one more day to let them down harshly. Don’t care what you do to do it, just get it done.”

“Or what?” you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Or I kill your dad,” he said with a shit eating grin, moving his lips just a inch from your own. “Did you forget I had him while you were busy sucking their dicks?”

“No,” you glared at him. “And for the last damn time we’ve been hunting, I haven’t even been in the same room alone with either of them for that shit.”

“Hmm,” he moved his hand to rest on the side of your head and you watched as his eyes flashed red, before a rush of memories came back into your head.

One week earlier:

Having sex with the devil had been pretty much what you expected. Cold and hard, with very little care in it. It was nothing like the passion you felt when you were with Castiel and you hated it. You knew it was the only way to really be close to the Seraph again, but at what cost. You were the devils bitch and you had to do what he told you to. Including breaking Dean Winchesters heart and never being able to know how it would feel to truly fall for Sam Winchester. Maybe it was for the best, you were being selfish after all. You didn’t even deserve one of them to care for you, let alone all three of them. Could that be why you cared so deeply? They were better than you, probably. It didn’t matter though, Lucifer gave you an ultimatum and you couldn’t risk it. He’d kill them all and continue hurting your father, you had to do it for them.

“(Y/N),” you heard Sam's voice call from down the hall of the bunker before you heard his footsteps.

Wiping your face, you felt the tears on your cheeks that you didn’t know even fell before calling back to him. “Yeah Sammy?”

You looked towards the open door when he came into view. “We have a lead on a hunt,” he said rubbing his neck. “Wanted to know if you would come with.”

You smiled at him and nodded. Ever since he walked in on you half naked in his brothers room he was like an awkward little kid, it was cute. “I’d love to,” you stood from your spot on your bed. “When did you wanna head out?” you asked as you bent down next to your dresser to pick up your duffel, not realizing you gave the younger Winchester a great view of your ass.

Clearing his throat, he looked away. “As soon as possible,” his voice was deeper than normal.

Standing up with your bag you looked back at him, only to be greeted with a blushing moose. Furrowing your brow you looked down at yourself and realized you weren’t wearing any pants, only a large flannel and panties. “Sorry Sam, forgot,” you gestured towards your bare legs.

Looking back at you, his eyes gave you a once over. “Is that my shirt?” he raised an eyebrow at you.

“Uh,” you looked at the sleeve briefly, pretending that it would tell you the answer you already knew. “Yeah, it is. I like your clothes,” you shrugged. “Plus you never made me give it back to you when you let me borrow it.”

He thought for a moment before he remembered the day Dean was being a dick to you about needing clothing, so he just gave you his. He had to admit he did it for a slightly selfish purpose, he wanted to see what you looked like in his clothing. “You look better in it then I do anyways.”

“Why Sam Winchester,” you smirked and walked over to him, throwing your duffel on the bed. “Are you flirting with me?”

“Just stating a fact,” he smirked back at you when you stood toe to toe with him. Without thinking much of it Sam reached his hand out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “Not that you don’t always look good anyways.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, causing you too look down. His bright hazel eyes were looking down at you with an intensity you couldn’t read. You wanted to tell him what was going on, that you loved him. He cupped your cheek with his large hand and gently moved your head until you were looking him in the eye once more. The moment he noticed you were blushing a genuine smile graced his face, defined dimples joining it. “Stop looking at me like that,” you mumbled as you looked into his eyes.

You weren’t sure if you were imagining it or not as his face slowly got closer. “Can’t help it,” he whispered so close you could feel his breath on your face.

You felt your chest clench, this couldn’t happen. Though you wanted him, you wanted to tell him everything you had kept hidden, you couldn’t. Lucifer had you wrapped around his ice cold finger and no matter what you did, someone would get hurt. At least they’d be alive though.

“Sammy,” you breathed out as his lips ghosted over yours, your thoughts of Lucifer being thrown away as all you could think about was Sam and how he felt against you. How he made you feel all those months ago.

He didn’t crash his lips into yours, it was more of a gentle push which gave you time to pull away. When he realized you wouldn’t reject him his hands found your waist and pulled you into him tighter. As your lips moved together one of your hands found its way into his shaggy chestnut hair, gripping it tightly and drawing a soft groan from the man in your arms. Your stomach fluttered as his hands felt there way down to your bare thighs, lifting you to wrap your legs around his waist and moving to press you to a wall. It was nothing like how it had been last time, it was sweet in a weird dominate way. Sam made sure he was in control but not in a demanding way. His hands stayed a safe distance away from your most intimate parts as he held you to the wall, ravishing your mouth.

When you both finally pulled away for air, you looked him in the eye. He quickly looked away and put you back down on the ground. “I’m sorry,” he whispered and backed away from you.

“Sam?” you reached out to touch his arm. The look on his face showed you the guilt he held, why he felt that way you had no idea.

“I-,” he paused and moved towards the still open door. About to say something he thought better of it when you had heard the heavy footsteps of the older Winchester making his way down the hall. Clearing his throat he contorted his face to hide any of his emotions. “Get dressed and packed. Meet us in the garage in 30,” without another word or waiting for a response from you he walked out the room, not bothering to look back.

You watched after him with your mouth gaped open in shock. What had just happened? One moment he was kissing you like you were what gave him life and the next he wanted nothing to do with you. Did you do something wrong? Groaning you went to your dresser and began pulling clothes out to pack.

Present:

Lucifer looked at you with a smirk on his face as he pulled his hand away. “Although that was getting interesting,” he rolled his eyes in annoyance. “You lied to me, kitten,” he tsked.

“So one little lip locking,” you shrugged not meeting his eyes. “He rejected me Lucy,” you smirked at the look of irritation that graced his handsome face at his nickname.

“Oh, I’m sure he did,” his voice was dangerously low as his face became closer to yours. “But if you want to continue lying to me, I can always find out for myself.”

“You sure you wanna dig that deep?” you raised an eyebrow at him. “My heads all sorts fucked up, may seem some shit you don’t want to.”

“What could be worse than what I’ve already seen in my lifetime?” he questioned snarkily.

“Well there was that time I watched two dudes going at it,” you laughed at the look of shock on his face. “Don’t knock it until you try it man, I’ve been around a long time. As you know, I’ve seen some interesting stuff.”

Huffing he backed away from you and moved towards a crate that had been sitting in the alley he had cornered you in. “You sure are something else.”

“You don’t know the half of it,” you huffed a laugh and watched him carefully as he sat atop of the crate.

Sighing he ran a hand through the dark hair of his vessel. “Why must you do that?”

“I don’t follow,” you moved away from the wall and stood a few feet in front of him.

Growling he looked up at you with a cold look in his eye. “Piss me off and then go and make me feel these,” he rolled his eyes and motioned his hand over his chest. “Feelings.”

“I still don’t think I understand,” you pursed your lips and stared at the devil. He went from a deadly force to a simple insecure man.

“You lied to me,” he stood and clenched his jaw. “Which is enough for me to want to pull out of our little deal by the way,” he pointed his finger in your direction. “And yet it seems I have a soft spot for you and I hate that, so even when you say disgusting crap like you just did I don’t care,” his arms hung limply at his side as he eyed you curiously. “I’ve seemed to always have a soft spot for you,” he said quietly. “Even before Castiel and I shared a vessel.”

“What?” you were dumbfounded hearing this from the devil himself.

He looked at you like he was broken and shook his head, his fists clenched at his sides. “I’ve watched you for a very long time,” he pinched the bridge of his nose. “You were the only thing that kept me going while I was in the cage, okay.”

“Why are you telling me this?” you were getting angry with him. After all the shit he had pulled in the years prior, he had no right to say anything like this.

“You’re different,” he moved closer to you, his cold hand reaching out for you shyly. Nothing like that angry angel he had been moments before. “An abomination, but you’re an amazing abomination. You’re powerful and I’ve never been more fascinated with another being like I am with you.”

“You’re lying,” you growled and backed away from him. You didn’t miss the look of hurt that flashed on his face though.

“How could I lie to you?” he whispered.

“You’re the damn devil, that’s how,” you glared at him as he ran a hand down his face. He seemed vulnerable, nothing like the Lucifer you’ve met in the past.

“Well maybe if you realized that much like the other men in your life,” he growled back and pushed you against the wall once more, although putting one hand behind your head to cushion the blow. “I’m in love with you.”

4 Days Ago:

“Dean,” you groaned as you rolled over in your motel bed.

“C’mon sweetheart,” you heard his gravely morning voice as he pushed on your arm again. “Get up.”

“G’way,” you huffed and pushed him away. “M’sleepin.”

“We have a hunt we need to work on,” he rolled his eyes and pulled on the blanket you had covering you. “You don’t think I wanna go back to sleep,” he yawned.

Opening one eye you looked at the clock on the nightstand. “It’s 5 in the fucking morning,” you growled and turned to look at him angrily. Your anger almost immediately disappearing as you took in his sleepy appearance. His flannel pajama pants hanging low on his hips and his bare torso immediately attracting your eyes.

“Don’t you wanna shower with me?” he smirked at you when he noticed what you were looking at.

Squinting your eyes at him you shifted enough to push him with your foot. “No,” you said bluntly.

Shaking his head he immediately grabbed your ankle. Before you could react he pulled you out of the bed and onto the floor. “Glad to see you’re awake,” he winked at you when you looked up at him from your spot on the floor.

Rubbing your now sore ass, you looked up at him wanting nothing more then to punch him. “You’re lucky I love you, you jackass,” you grumbled and winced as you moved to stand.

He embraced you in his strong arms and looked at you with his emerald green eyes. “I’m the luckiest guy, like ever,” he pecked your lips gently before you could push him away. Pressing his forehead against yours.

You felt your stomach clench and bile rise in your throat, but you managed to smile at him anyways. Lucifer wanted you to leave this man, even after all you had gone through to finally be with him, you couldn’t. “Go take your shower,” you said softly, moving your hand to run through his short hair on the back of his head. “I’ll go see if Sammy’s up.”

“Oh he is, who do you think woke me up?” Dean yawned with a sleepy smile gracing his beautiful face. “You tell him yet?”

“No,” you shook your head and rested your head against his firm chest. “But I might while you’re showering.”

“Just don’t give me any details,” he scoffed but hugged you tightly.

Pulling away from him you gave him a weak smile. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

He raised a brow in question but didn’t want to push you into telling him something if you didn’t want to. “Alright,” he pecked your lips once more and left you to take a shower in the small motel bathroom.

You watched as the door shut behind him and sighed. It was going to be harder than you thought. Feeling a tear escape and run down your cheek you quickly wiped it away and moved to your phone sitting on the nightstand. Quickly sending Sam a text to ask if he was in their room you waited for a response.

You heard your phone ding fairly quickly and smiled. “Yeah I’m in my room, just got back from my run. Why?”

“You’re brothers an ass and woke me up, plus I needed to talk to you,” You laughed slightly at your response.

Not waiting for a response you got ready to leave the room. Looking down at yourself you decided to put a robe on before going to see Sam, not that your outfit was that bad. You had a pair of plaid sleep shorts and a black tank top on, though you weren’t wearing anything under those.

Grabbing the generic cream colored motel robe you put it on before exiting your room. Luckily Sam and Dean’s shared bedroom was right across the hall from your own, so you didn’t have far to go.

Holding the robe to your body tightly you knocked on the door. The moment the door opened you were greeted with the half naked body of Sam Winchester. His work out shorts were hanging low enough to be greeted with the sight of his Saxx boxers waistband. His torso was bare and glistening with sweat.

Swallowing thickly you looked up at him and tried to train your mind to think of anything other then the adonis in front of you. Clearing your throat you smiled. “Can I come in?”

Raising both eyebrows he nodded and moved out of the way. “I’m guessing you didn’t read my next text.”

Moving past him and into the room you looked around. “Nope,” you said popping the ‘P’. Their room was very similar to your own but it had two queens rather then just one. Looking at both beds you could tell which Winchester slept in which bed. Dean’s was still a mess with blankets halfway off the bed and Sam’s was pristine, almost like he didn’t sleep in it. “Why?”

“Said I was gonna shower first,” he shut the door and moved to the small table of the room, grabbing a towel that had been set on top of it.

“Oh,” pursing your lips you looked at your feet. “I can go back to my room then,” you shrugged.

“No,” he moved closer to you and put a finger under your chin, raising your gaze to his own. “What is it? You said you needed to talk to me.”

“It can wait,” you smiled up at him and grabbed his hands.

Looking down at you he must have noticed that something was up and he shook his head. He grabbed your hands tightly and pulled you over to his made bed. “What’s wrong?”

You bit your lip tightly and tried to avoid his eye contact. Taking a deep breath you pulled your hands away from his and ran them through your hair. “I know that you saw Dean and I the other night in his room, I want you to know that I didn’t just choose Dean.”

Nodding his head he took a seat on his bed. “Then what exactly is going on?”

Rubbing the back of your neck you debated on whether or not if you just wanted to tell him. Lucifer wanted you to end your antics with the boys, but did that mean Sam didn’t deserve to at least know how you felt. “I uh,” you swallowed the lump in your throat. Why was this so difficult? When you told Dean it just came to you, then again you were fighting with him and couldn’t control yourself.

“You what?” he looked at you with his signature puppy dog eyes, urging you to go on.

“I,” taking another deep breath you sat beside him and took his hands in yours once more. “I love you too, Sammy.”

It was his turn to be at a loss for words at your announcement. He looked down at your intertwined hands and you watched as his jaw clenched and unclenched. “Why are you telling me this, especially after you were with my brother.”

“Because you deserve to know, he knows,” you ran your thumb across the top of his hand. “I can’t help but to love you both as well as Castiel. All of you are so important to me and I fell in love with each of you for different reasons. If you don’t feel the same, that’s perfectly fine. I’m not going to push this on you, but I want you to know Dean understands and he’s okay with it. Fuck, he encourages it in his own weird way. I don’t know if its just because of his guilt from his past or if he’s really fine with it or not.”

“So my brothers basically trying to pimp you out?” he asked with an eyebrow raised.

You snorted a laugh suddenly and covered your mouth. “If anything, I’m pimping myself out. But I just figured you should know, especially before anything goes out of control. Amara could come and kill us all tomorrow. I needed to get it off my chest,” you paused and pursed your lips. “You’re not one to judge though, after walking in on me and Dean you still kissed me like your life depended on it.”

This caused him to smirk as he brought a hand up to cup your cheek. “Couldn’t help myself. You’ve always been irresistible to me.”

You gave him a small smile and held his hand against your cheek. “And to think, I always thought you were the innocent one.”

“I think you found out I’m not by the way I fucked you on the Impala,” he said like it was nothing, causing your eyes to open widely. “I love you too, by the way,” he shrugged getting up and leaving you to take a shower in the connected bathroom.

Once the door was shut you let out a heavy sigh. You needed to tell them before it was to late. But what exactly could you tell them. ‘So I know I said I loved you both, but I don’t want to be with you’, that was a way to make them pissed off. They’d never just let you leave like that. Maybe you could just up and leave all together, at least until you had a plan to stop Lucifer and get Castiel back. Groaning you flopped back onto Sams bed. It was to early for this, yes you didn’t actually need to sleep but you liked to. Especially when you didn’t have to worry about the Devil, God’s sister, and three men who hold your heart making your life hell. Not to mention you had not just three lives on the line, but your fathers as well. You were wrapped around satans finger and there was nothing you could do about it.

Present:

“You what?” you hissed at Lucifer, who still had you pressed against the wall tightly.

“You know you heard me,” he hummed as he ran a light finger along your cheek. “Maybe it’s just me who feels these things or little Cassies feelings coming through too,” he shrugged. “But you sure are something special.”

Clenching your jaw you tried to move your head out of his reach, though his grip was tight, he loosened it slightly. “Then why go about things this way?”

“Because you’re in love with those flannel wearing apes and my lesser angelic brother,” he rolled his eyes. “Plus, I’m not a goody two shoes like them. See, I know a part of you loves this. The demonic piece of you,” he pressed a finger against your chest and you felt a warm presence enter your body. “But that bitch will go crying to mommy if I let her out, as we’ve learned. So, I’m left with your good hearted angelic self,” he grimaced. “Gotta get you on my side some way.”

“Ever think if you were nice and didn’t treat people lesser than you like garbage, you’d get a chance?” you cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Not with those three idiots and your father in your life,” he smirked and brushed his nose against your jaw. “Leverage my dear. I may have,” he paused and grimaced again. “Feelings towards you, but I’m still the devil. And until that other side of you chooses the right side, I’m stuck with you. Gotta make things fun somehow,” he smirked once again and buried his hand in your hair, tilting your head back to allow him access to your neck. “And baby, I’m just getting started.”

Chapter 17

Masterlist

[cloudbattrolls]

A Triplicity of Jades

Rivali Tescin || OLSC HQ || 14 sweeps || Present Night

-- twitteringTailor [TT] has begun trolling insightfulProvision [IP] ! --

IP: I’m working.

TT: Aren’t you always? That or practicing your frown in the mirror.

IP: Unless you have something to say, goodbye, Vannyn.

TT: Wait, wait, wait, just let me 

IP: You have thirty seconds.

TT: Come join this chatroom I found!

IP: You messaged me about something like that in the middle of the work night.

TT: Message me back when you get off or I hide your makeup in the worms, you uptight slurry-stirrer.

-- twitteringTailor [TT] has stopped trolling insightfulProvision [IP] --

You scowl at your screen as you turn your huskphone off. Having a monster as a roommate is extremely inconvenient, and you can’t count how many moments have passed when you wish you’d never left the cavern. 

“Heeeeeeeey, Rivaliiiii!”

Kokora struts into your office, high heels tapping against the hard floor, and you sigh internally even as you keep your face polite and respectful. 

It would figure the only other castemate you have here besides the abomination is a barely-dressed girl with none of the dignity a jade should have.

As usual, you keep your gaze steadfastly on her face, no matter how many adjustments she makes to keep her chest in prominence.

“Does miss Tulais need me?” You ask, mild as water. 

Kokora toys with her braid and flops down in the office’s other seat, a cheap plastic one, as she puts her heels on your desk. Her eyes glow their usual pink as she yawns, stretching her arms out and cracking her wrists before she lets them lie loose over the metal chair arms.

“Rina said to meet her and Benral in the conference room in twenty, yeah. Whatever! What I really want to know is...are you seeing anybody?”

You wonder how much trouble you’d get in if you just threw her out, but the girl is a powerful psiionic, despite what an airhead she is. As a baseline troll, you don’t have any natural advantages besides a superior vocabulary.

“May I ask why you want to know?” You counter, bland but with an edge of impatience. You unsubtly wave your pen, indicating the paperwork you were just doing.

“Nothing weird, don’t get your panties in a twist! There’s gonna be a perigee’s eve party for the company, and all the highbloods already have dates.” She complains, sticking her tongue out briefly. “So I - ” 

“You’re too young for me.”

She laughs.

“You cannot be more than eighteen! Like, no way.”

“You’re what, ten?” You reply coolly. “I’m fourteen.”

She actually snickers and bounces up to lean over your desk, elbows out as she cups her head with both hands, beaming at you with that insufferable crooked grin.

“I’m twelve, babe. And what are you - quadless? Probably, since you seem like you never get laid. At least not often enough to loosen you up.”

You roll your eyes at her amateur attempts to rile you. No matter her age, her immaturity would never allow her to be an option.

“I’m not interested, and I’m sure there’s someone who will be thrilled by the fact that your rumblespheres half hang out that excuse for a shirt.”

“Too easy.” She says dismissively. “They’d drool over me the whole time, which is sweet, but super boring. You play so hard to get, I’d almost think you didn’t have any shameglands at all.”

A snort of laughter escapes you.

“What?” She says, playful as she scoots a finger along your desk before you swat it away with a stapler.

“You aren’t my type.”

“But I’m so cute.” She pouts, in a way that probably gets plenty of trolls’ bloodpumpers throbbing, but does nothing for you.

“Please leave my office. I need to get ready to meet miss Tulais.”

Her pout turns into a sly smile.

“Come with me, or I give the dirt on your roommate to Rina. I bet she’d love to know how they’re threatening one of QPIN’s top trolls.”

You blink. What has the monster done now? 

“I didn’t know anything about that. Vannyn’s foolishness is their own. If you think I care if they’re punished, you’re quite wrong.”

“Too bad Rina will believe me if I say you did know, and you helped them get to Nott.”

Your eyebrows raise as you put your pen down, turning fully to face her.

“She can’t be stupid enough to believe without any proof.”

Kokora smiles, and snaps her fingers in a shower of pink sparks, creating small letters of black carbon from the oxygen and nitrogen around her before releasing them and letting them fade back into air.

P R O O F  I S  E A S Y

Damned psiionics.

“Going to a party without a pretty troll at my side would ruin the whole night. I can’t just ask someone ugly and boring.” She giggles.

"You’d know that if you ever actually had like, friends, or anyone who put up with you for longer than fifteen minutes unless they needed something.”

Her barbs are as wrigglerish as her attitude. Is there anyone who actually finds this attractive? It seems impossible.

“What if I get a date before the party?” You retort.

She laughs in your face, shoulders shaking in what you’re sure is an exaggerated fashion.

“Try it! I can’t wait to see what happens.”

“If I get one, you let this drop.” You state, arms crossed.

“I’ll believe it when the moons turn white, so sure. If you don’t get one, you have to kiss me in front of everyone.”

“Fine.” You say, already knowing how to get out of that one. Faking illness is easy.

As will be getting a date. You can bribe someone easily. But first you’ll have to find a plausible troll.

You sigh, and run to meet Karina, already planning the text you’ll be writing after.

-- insightfulProvision [IP] has begun trolling twitteringTailor [TT] ! --

IP: I need to get into that chatroom. Kokora is blackmailing me to go to the perigee’s party with her, but if I can persuade someone to come with me, she’ll let it go.

TT: haha what.

TT: why is kooky koko doing that? I know she’s a tad loony, probably because of her psi, but that seems extra weird.

IP: Funny you ask, since it’s all your fault.

TT: Hey, I never hurt a hair on that girl’s head!

IP: The Nott incident. 

TT: oh that little shit.

TT: darn, why is it always the ones you most expect.

TT: She doesn’t really have that much on me, though. Even if she was eavesdropping, I didn’t do anything illegal; the girl I’ve got dirt on is yellow.

IP: And QPIN, you stupid parasite.

TT: I’m multiple parasites, thanks, and the Empire doesn’t give a royal fig what happens to QPIN. Especially after what this girl did. You’d want to cull her if you knew.

IP: Do you have a thinkpan, or did your wretches eat it all? QPIN is still far more powerful than OLSC, and they could crush us easily if they found out you were threatening one of their people.

TT: Oh, Rivali, Rivali, Rivali, QPIN has other things to worry about than little old me. She won’t even tell them I’ve got a knife to her throat, or she’d have to tell them what she did.

TT: Bigger question is why koko cares.

IP: She doesn’t, she just wants to toy with me for some tiresome reason.

TT: would it kill you to go with her? I know she’s a few knives short of a full set, but get her drunk and she’ll start hitting on everyone else. problem solved.

TT: what does she even think she can do to me. 

IP: Tell Karina, who wouldn’t be remotely amused or care it was a yellowblood.

TT: I mean, I know that’s a casteist defense, but I like not being thrown out and hunted for the twentieth time, so morals slide to second place priority.

IP: How utilitarian of you.

TT: Don’t tell me you suddenly care about lowbloods.

IP: My total of how many I’ve eaten is still at zero. 

TT: oh, go lick an icicle. 

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TT: and here’s the chatroom link, you asinine ingrate.

TT: join.me/chat/23454

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