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wavemaker9 · 7 years ago

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guess who fucking watched knd:pool for xover talk again. it’s like a ritual i have to do every couple years like legit

the operation still being called T.W.O.P. (Twins With Opposite Personalities)

i'd say it's ridiculous that kyle can't swim but that's literally the justification for his tragic backstory in the dnd au so we'll let this pass since this too is set at a kid age instead of teen+

not xover but can we just talk about how 4's dad leaves like 6 pre-teens unsupervised to go swimming? A+ parenting. also the "i could at least bury myself in the sand!" made me think of the "sand guardian, guardian of the sand" vine goddamnit

i forgot who i made lizzie since i think the last times i was paying attention to this was back in the rp group where fruk was big, but i made francis #5 because of her french background and there also being so few black people in hetalia. but like whoever lizzie is, i just like arthur explaining he knows this person isn't the actual version of them because when he looks into his version’s eyes, he can tell they're not a jerk, good.

oliver could be leader if he wanted to!! god this whole back and forth is great for ollie and art. ollie calling art a dumby head and art's flawless come back "i know you are but what am i?" and ollie stumbling on that. perfect.

this also isn't xover but i feel like beach bum mccree should be a part of the little traitor dudes from children's defense like for real. one of them is wearing the same outfit more or less

ollie getting smacked in the face, rip.

OKAY BUT it's actually semi legit that like. like austin telling whoever eizzil is that they're one fuck up away from the broccolli mines and them pointing out that ollie fucked up too?? that's not fair. and austin admitting oh yeah he knows. like just. austin going easy on oliver. i know that's not the implication of the actual show but fuck you it's the implication of this xover.

"WELCOME /to the worst day of your lives/" negative or not, #86 was always a great character, especially as scotland/2p scotland, good good

ollie missing that tooth

every fucking negative character acts weirdly menacing and then is shocked when anyone realizes who they are??

oliver trying to shove kyle into the pool, but getting scolded by everyone, what a bully

kyle not thinking too hard on like logical shit not seeming legit (2+2=pizza) but when a super close friend/r.i. shows up not carrying themself/behaving as expected, that's 100% what clues kyle in on this being some alt version of them

"let me get this straight, you want me to betray my buddies so i can work for you? (hits other across room) you /must/ be from another world"

Oliver: (aiming a weapon shakily at Kyle) You- you can't talk back to Negative Numbuh 3 like that. I-I mean it! Kyle: (rushing forwards, catching the arm holding the gun and shoving it away) Well what're ya waiting for, princess!? /Let's dance/.

Kyle kicking the asses of like 5 alternate versions of his friends. tough ruff strong boy

austin with that goatee and red eyeliner is still a Cursed Image like legit

everyone joking that the 2p alfred is probably really funny, v. rude.

hey like i know when i was gonna draw it before i put japan as #3 because japanese and stuff and for a split second i almost suggested ivan just as the romantic interest role for kyle but also like. camille?? super friendly and a little girly and kyle immediately catching on that that's /not/ cami when she comes in and sounds low key nasty and rude when saying hi. her complaining that she thought they said he was the stupid one, and when it’s explained people from this world can tell who's who by looking in their eyes, kyle correcting it's called being a friend. i just like cami in #3's role and also this nasty rude 2p version of cami. awh al "like operatives have friends" al my boy no.

Austin: I'm supposed to be torturing you guys here! Arthur: Believe me, that peach fuzz /is/ torture. that classic kirkland sass

but austin! /2p!scotland/ is your bestest personal bodyguard!

"This is my world, and I'll use you until I'm done with you." austin

Art calling Austin "goat boy" i fucking. goddamnit.

I FORGOT! THEY WERE HIS GREATEST WARRIORS. Austin sent his greatest warriors and kyle still kicked their asses, good.

Austin: Positive Numbuh 4?? Kyle: As in positively gonna kick your butt! Austin: Well, /I/ must be a genius, 'cause you're an idiot to come here! You're completely surrounded by my troops. Kyle: Well, if you're my opposite, then that makes /you/ a coward! Austin: Wha-what?? [...] I- uh- don't know what you're t-talking about. Kyle: I don't use a bunch of bullies to protect me! Austin: (backing up) I-I'm not afraid of you. Kyle: Oh yeah? (putting fists up) /Prove it/. and austin immediately like no thanks, guards shoot him for me kthx, it's just a very legit scene. this xover is 90% built on this scene and always has been for real

2p scotland wants to pretend to be a pretty princess instead!!!!

al "check it out [...] a coward with a goatee! either there's a farm around here or you stink!" and everyone laughing while alfred ??? that's not funny?? that's not funny at all!

I FUCKING FORGOT HOW EMBARASSED #5 IS BY HER NEGATIVE COUTERPART OH NO! FRANCIS JUST STANDING AT THE BACK OF THE GROUP TRYING NOT TO MAKE EYE CONTACT WITH HIS 2P SELF. SIMILARLY CAMI OR IVAN OR WHOEVER WE PUT AS #3 WAVING PLEASANTLY AT THEIR GRUMP 2P SELF, FANTASTIC.

austin heading back to take over the other world and getting his ass kicked by whoever eizzil is so he gets knocked back to his world, good good.

kyle getting a hug from cami/ivan for learning how to swim because they're so proud of him!

kyle burried in teh sand and just left there by the end of the day "where did they all go? (singing noises) i am all alone! (singing noises)"

#ignore this #amusing muse musings #crossovers! unlimited crossovers!#the thief kid #the suit kid

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kitkat-the-muffin · 6 years ago

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This just reminds me of this scene from Codename: KND

Eizzil: How did you know I wasn’t your stupid girlfriend?

Nigel: When I look into Lizzie’s eyes, I can tell she isn’t a jerk.

The eyes are the window to the soul~

This was represented fantastically~

Aph Germany x 2p Italy

What if regular Italy and 2p Italy exchanged their soul(?)

急にアナザーのイタちゃんが隊長の前に現れたら？

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sksa-nettiksehc · 7 years ago

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Character List

Erihsehc/Repard Eizzil (goes by Sehc or Eizzil) {Mirror of: Ches/Lizzie} She may look adorable but this cool cat loves to leave anyone who tries to pet her frozen in their tracks.

Nettik/Repard Azile (goes by Nettik or Azile) {Mirror of: Kitten/Eliza} Niceness is a rarity among this crew but this water adoring feline has an abundance of love to give after being mysteriously magically separated from Eizzil.

Repard Divad (goes by Divad) {Mirror of David} He thinks he's a cool smooth talker but just comes off creepy most of the time, as one can imagine this mage isn't very popular among the female mirrors.

Tej {Mirror of: Jet} A thin man who tries to talk his way out of problems, he mostly spends his free time keeping away from Hsuls.

Hsuls {Mirror of: Slush} A butch jungle queen who will happily crack skulls of those she deems unloyal to Yllil or just weak.

Eehsnab/Traehkcol Yendys (goes by Yendys) {Mirror of: Sydney} The soft spoken elder sibling of the fearsome Yllil, she is likely the most cowardly of the mirrors.

Traehkcol Yllil (goes by Yllil) {Mirror of: Lilly} A violent child with dreams of power she is the feared ruler of the mirror forces as well as the interrogator.

Kni/Doowssor Yelyah (goes by Kni) {Mirror of: Ink/Hayley} Rather cowardly she will rely upon stealth to get the drop on and overpower foes.

Hcteks/Redliw Ysiad (goes by Ysiad or Hcteks) {Mirror of: Daisy} She is bold and will sometimes secretly help the kinder and weaker mirrors though none of them are certain why.

Redliw Oel (goes by Oel) {Mirror of: Leo} A brave warrior among the mirror forces, he has earned the nickname Star General among some of his peers.

Dlihcrats Ecila (goes by Ecila) {Mirror of: Alice} This prideful werewolf openly mocks Nevar despite being unable to sing herself and secretly seeks a cure for her lycanthropy.

Rekirts/Dnuoh Nagol (goes by Rekirts but won’t object to being called Nagol) {Mirror of: Logan} He seems to be like that one quiet cool guy you see in school movies every girl has a crush on but he is often ignored by his peers.

Luos Tsol/Eromil Esor (goes by Luos or Eromil) {Mirror of: Rose} Second in command to Yllil and the one who has to path up anyone who ends up injured. She was temporarily removed from her position as second in command due to a failed mission but quickly rose up again. No one is certain what her true motives are.

Eton Ruos/Rehsa Nevar (goes by Nevar) {Mirror of: Raven} Mildly tone deaf her more cruel allies often attempt to mock her but are quickly drowned out and blown back by the waves of sound.

Hctlig/Resha Eiluj (goes by Hctlig) {Mirror of Glitch/Julie} Least vengeful of the mirrors she tends to keep quiet and out of the way.

Hctits/Sremmus Ylime (goes by Hctits or Ylime) {Mirror of: Stitch/Emily} Usually helping heal the injured mirrors despite being very uneasy around blood, needles, and blades. It is suspected that her position is some form of punishment.

Wodhas Yllas/Enotskrad Ahtnamas (goes by Yllas) {Mirror of: Sally} *a tarlike substance obscures the text making it illegible*

Rekrap Bocaj (goes by Bocaj) {Mirror of: Jacob} He rushes in without thinking but is unfortunately the best at capturing targets alive thanks to his weird camera.

Rekrap Ybbob (call him Rek for all he cares) {Mirror of: Bobby} A cunning child who comes up with complex schemes for his brother Bocaj but is usually disregarded.

Droc Ellebanna (goes by Ellebanna, calling her El Banana is frowned upon but hilarious) {Mirror of: Ana} Elegant, refined, cruel, and flirty. Not really sure what else to say.

Yhcrana/Droc Llib (goes by Yhcrana but is fine with being called Llib) {Mirror of: Anarchy} A kind hearted man who tries to be a father figure for the other mirrors but like Rekirts is often ignored by his peers.

Eanrib Nedoeht (goes by Nedoeht) {Mirror of: Theoden Birnae} A one eyed gun master with deadly accuracy, a slight drinking problem, and a rough attitude. Yllil normally sends him for more important targets.

Traehhsa Rebme (goes by Tresa, Trey, or Rem) {Mirror of: Ember Ashheart} No one is sure where she came from but with her high intelligence and cruel attitude she was able to fit right in.

Amme {Mirror of: Emma} Yllil doesn't trust her due to them being so similar in nature but that's fine because she doesn't trust her either.

Saletha {Mirror of: Athelas} A spiteful man who hates his name because he thinks it sounds feminine.

Osyrhc Arcen (goes by Arcen) {Mirror of: Necra} Mean, bold, and sharp tongued. She is normally in charge of getting food.

Artcele {Mirror of: Electra} This mean spirited machine likes to shock people when they aren't looking and adores attention.

#character list

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cloudbattrolls · 4 months ago

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Hazard Ailaht | Selatak | Present Night

Hazard tried not to breathe too deeply as he knocked on the door to Lizzie’s hive. It was a nice place - somewhat deeper in Selatak than his, but not too far the edge of the city. Luckily it had a train stop nearby; he hadn’t had to walk far to get here.

She opened it almost immediately, teal eyes serious.

“Get in.” She said, voice restrained, purposefully not full of bile directed not at the blueblood in front of her, but the one whose genetics he shared.

He’d warned her, of course. Sometimes he was lucky, sometimes he wasn’t; always he went to see Lizzie after it happened.

He stepped through the door carefully, trying not to do anything that put pressure on his bruised ribs or stomach.

It wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been. The best he ever got off was a sharp prod in his gut or a light smack that satisfied his ancestor, the worst was…well, better to just focus on now.

Goh Tat knew how far he could push his descendant without fear of retaliation, so long as he didn’t touch the library.

Hazard hated Goh Tat for it. He hated himself for not fighting back.

Lizzie held his large hand gently in her smaller one, leading him to the spare room she usually used to treat him as they both sat down on its large bed. He sat down gingerly and the tealblood helped him take his shirt off - the only person he would undress around, who had seen his battered body enough times that he didn’t care anymore.

She already had ice packs and soothing creams waiting; she knew what to expect. At least nothing was broken, or sprained.

He gave her a weak, grateful smile as she tended to him - Lizzie, too, was the only person he willingly showed his teeth around.

She wasn’t really a medic. In a way he was sorry she was the one he always went to, always leaned on, but she never complained - they both knew what could happen if he went to a regular docterrorist.

Any bloodwork, any sort of tissue sample, and he was cooked. His secret would be out.

“Thanks.” He said with a sigh as she carefully brought him relief, cooling down his bruises and putting cream on them to help them heal faster and ease the aches.

She was silent for a moment. “What was it this time?”

“What do you think?” He muttered with grim humor. “He spied on my future a few nights ago and realized I’d have gained a little weight when he saw me. Six pounds. I’d noticed, but I was hoping he wouldn’t. Stupid, really.”

He closed eyes.

“I should’ve known better than to accept Karell and Viltau’s food.” He muttered. “I do know better, I…”

He put a hand over his face. Better than looking at his stomach, mottled with dark blotches of pain. His large, soft stomach that Goh Tat disdained so much.

“Stop it.” Lizzie said sharply as he dropped his hand in surprise. “What should you know better? Being unable to help that you like to eat? Would you tell me to know better?”

She put her hands on her own soft hips, having never been skinny.

He chuckled weakly. “You’d tell me to go to hell.”

She nodded in satisfaction.

“You’re fat, Hazard.” She said briskly. “You probably always will be, for several reasons. You can do your best to eat healthy, but let’s be honest - you usually don’t even have enough to fill up.”

He sighed.

”I eat enough…” he said, trailing off.

“You eat a bunch of things that would make you full if you were a giant rabbit.” She said pointedly. “It’s no wonder you crave what your friends are giving you.”

“I don’t think I need four meals a day like my body tries to tell me I do.” He grumbled. “Waste of time.”

She had to laugh at that as he laid back . “No.” She agreed. “You don’t. But you need to have more protein and carbs already. Some sugar too that isn’t just from fruits. For your emotional well-being.” She said with a studious nod.

“Yeah, that’s not a problem.” He muttered. “Not with Viltau and Karell tempting me with desserts left and right. I know exactly where those six pounds came from.”

Lizzie snorted and flicked at his hair. He poked her belly in retaliation.

“Trying to give me matching bruises?” She retorted.

He smiled a bit crookedly. “No.”

She ruffled his hair again, but more fondly as her expression became more solemn.

“We really are trapped, aren’t we.” She said softly. “He has all the legal avenues covered. He pays off the recruiters. He can see the future. Oh, Hazard…I don’t want you to live like this forever, but what can we do?”

Teal tears gathered in his best friend’s eyes.

Hazard couldn’t find any within him. He’d cried when he was younger, for nights and nights after Bohaai had died.

He’d barely cried since. It was as if that one death had dried him out.

“I don’t know.” He said, staring at the light gray wall, eyes flicking across the abstract art paintings Lizzie loved.

“He killed my lusus right in front of me. We both know the lengths he’ll go to.”

Lizzie sniffed, crying a bit more.

“Hazard…do you ever miss her?”

“Not really.” He said honestly. “It’s not that I didn’t love her, but…I feel like she belongs to who I used to be. The girl I was before…well.”

Now he had Bohaai’s lusus, and it was a miracle the scorpion-lizard had never seemed to resent him for the switch. Instead he had accepted the new Ailaht readily, as if nothing was wrong.

“I guess that makes sense.” Lizzie said quietly, wiping away her tears.

Her own mother, a cockroach-mouse, came into the room and jumped on the bed, nuzzling her daughter.

She nuzzled Hazard’s arm too, and he smiled slightly.

“Let’s watch something.” He said, nodding at the room’s big TV. “Anything you want.”

“Anything?” She said, with somewhat watery enthusiasm.

“Anything that’s not game shows.” He clarified.

She pretended to pout. “You have no love in your heart.”

“Nope.” He agreed blithely.

She snorted softly at him and took the remote out of her sylladex to turn on a lighthearted sitcom instead.

Hazard closed his eyes, letting the silly dialogue wash over him, arm around Lizzie as she settled in next to him, but not too close - his bruises would be tender for a bit.

He didn’t know if they’d ever get out from under Goh Tat’s thumb. He wasn’t even sure if it was possible.

Right now, all he wanted to do was enjoy this moment, listening to his best friend laugh.

#cloud writes #hazard ailaht #lizzie eizzil #goh tat sucks! but luckily hazard and lizzie are Do Not Separate levels of friendship #hazard isn't pale for her like she is for him #but tbh lizzie doesn't really care. she knows he's not into her that way and loves him regardless. he has no idea either

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mythosmaiden · 4 years ago

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@thenegaverseliveson felt relevant for ya.

“Dummy head!” “I know your are but what am I?”

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I put on Op. POOL for practice, twice the Nigel twice the faces and-

#numbuh 1 #KND #lizzie devine #1.Lizzie #Negative Numbuh 1 #Eizzil

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cloudbattrolls · 4 months ago

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The Bastard Himself on the left, Lizzie and Hazard on the right.

#cloud doodles #Goh Tat Ailaht #Hazard Ailaht #Lizzie Eizzil

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cloudbattrolls · 2 months ago

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Rule of Law

This drabble is preceded by Vitiation, and followed by Underculture.

Hazard Ailaht | Selatak | Present Night

Hazard stared blankly at the court summons sitting on the table in front of him, not comprehending a single word.

“What do you mean I’m accused of the deaths of dozens of clowns?” He said, completely bewildered as his blue eyes flicked up and down the page, trying to find any sense in it.

“Probably that you’re accused of the deaths of dozens of clowns, Hazard.” sighed Lizzie impatiently, sitting across from him with her arms crossed as she leaned back in the dark wooden chair.

He’d called her as soon as he’d opened the envelope and read it the first time, stunned, needing someone to show up and make sure he hadn’t lost it. Luckily, it hadn’t taken her long to come over; it was close to light out, they’d both long since gotten off work.

A vague flicker of thought also reminded him he needed her legal advice.

“I mean that’s crazy!” The blueblood said, waving his hands. “Where would I even find the time? Not like I have a library to run or anything. Not like I’m any good at being stealthy, especially in a circus. Let me just hide behind the nearest tent pole, that’ll work. I’ll be invisible for sure.”

The legislacerator snorted.

“Disguise tech, Hazard, you ought to remember given Goh Tat had it.”

“Well, I don’t.” He said, rubbing his eyes. “Can I just walk in, let them look at me, search my hive, and realize the odds of me pulling this off are about as high as the governor deciding he’s going to sponsor the arts next sweep?”

“You could’ve had accomplices, Hazard.” Lizzie said in a voice that was trying valiantly to be patient. “Use your brain, I know you have a good one.”

“Ughhhhh, I don’t want to go to court, Lizzie.” He said, voice muffled slightly as he held his head in his hands. “I hate court. It was bad enough I had to go with you to get control of the bloodline transferred to me, and I wasn’t in trouble then.”

“Stop whining.” She retorted, reaching across the table to rap him gently on the arm with a pen.

“We’ll figure this out. You’re lucky they’re doing this official way instead of just having someone kill you. They’d technically be within their bounds, though without evidence their case is a lot shakier. Probably why they’re going through the courts; they recognize on the off chance they’re wrong, you’re the one person who might have more information for them.”

“I really don’t.” He said bluntly. “All I can think of is that someone at the hospital is synthesizing and selling my venom on the side. Okay, sure, that makes enough sense, but did they really think it wouldn’t be traced back to them? My venom - venoms - are a unique blend. Someone was going to get a toxicology report and figure it out eventually. Surprised it didn’t happen sooner.”

Lizzie paused, looking thoughtful.

“Actually…that’s a good point.”

“I make them sometimes.” He muttered.

The tealblood rolled her eyes. “What I mean is that you’re right, the timeframe is odd. As dumb as some clowns can be, they’re not all stupid, and this letter says the killings have been going on almost since you fought Goh Tat.”

She took the letter from him and read it again.

“Hmm. Most of them are from all different sects, too, no more than two or three from each one. I want more information on the victims before we go anywhere.”

“Well, we have a week, right?” He said, thinking of the summons date printed on the piece of paper in bold black ink. “That’s enough time to look into the hospital and these poor dead purplebloods. I can take a night or two off work to do some research.”

He sighed, feeling like he’d aged fifty sweeps, the full magnitude of the situation hitting him.

It wasn’t that he was any great fan of clowns. He tended to avoid them when possible, though in Selatak, staying away from them entirely was like trying to dodge moonlight.

But not all of them were horrible. They varied like anyone else, especially in a city with at least a dozen diverse sects like this one had.

It was very likely they hadn’t deserved to die such awful deaths. His venom didn’t work like it did in the movies when someone got bitten by a snake, or stung by a scorpion. While it took effect more quickly than it should due to the combined potencies, it still usually didn’t kill a troll for some time, especially highbloods. Not that being in agonizing, paralyzing pain was any fun.

Unless whoever was using it had somehow gotten their hands on a truly ridiculous amount of venom. But if that was the case, why hadn’t it been discovered sooner?

His head hurt trying to unravel the mystery.

Lizzie’s mild annoyance changed to sympathy as she looked up from the letter, teal gaze resting on her best friend’s clouded expression.

“It’ll be okay, Hazard.” She assured him softly. “You’re innocent and we’re going to prove it.”

He smiled at her weakly.

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ONE WEEK LATER

“Oh, you are totally fucked.” Said the leader of the Dreamweavers conversationally as they leaned against the wall in the court waiting room. They were a few inches taller than Hazard, muscular and long-haired with intricate makeup on their face.

“They’ve all got a bug up their arses and they want someone to blame. Me? Don’t care. This is a waste of my fucking time. So I lost two trolls! Let me phone the news rags, that’s so totally unheard of.” They said in a singsong, derisive voice.

Hazard looked at Lizzie, seeing his baffled expression reflected on her own face at this clown’s behavior.

But then, Plaske Wilhem was an oddity among the church leaders of Selatak; for one thing, they weren’t from the area, their voice’s accent very clearly Western Alternian, though he couldn’t quite place the region.

For another thing, uncovered gills were set along their neck.

“So you’re here only because you have to be.” Lizzie mused.

“Bingo! Got it in one, lawyer girlie.” They said with a yawn, stretching their arms. “The two I lost were just a pair of sideshow rousties anyway.” They said with a dismissive wave of a manicured hand.

“Some of the things in their cages had more brains than them. But you know, rest in pieces and bless their souls to the messiahs.” They said in an extremely bored tone, accompanying religious hand gesture minimally enthusiastic at best.

“Don’t you mean rest in peace?” Hazard asked, puzzled.

“I said what I said.” Drawled the cuspblood.

“Hazard Ailaht.” Came a deep, rasping voice from inside the courtroom, one that stood the blueblood’s hairs on end, and he knew exactly what creature it came from.

Plaske’s eyes glittered. “Go on in, Ailaht, I’ll be right behind you.”

Hazard gulped and walked into the room.

Oh gods there were so many clowns oh gods they were all staring at him oh gods oh gods -

Lizzie laid a hand on his shoulder.

He remembered how to breathe.

“So are you going to move, oooor…?” Came the bored, impatient voice of the Dreamweavers’ leader behind him. He could hear their foot tapping on the floor.

Rude as Plaske was, Hazard couldn’t help but be grateful that they’d shocked him out of his panic moment enough to take unsteady steps forward to where he and Lizzie needed to sit down.

“Thaaaanks.” They said in a singsong voice and a flicked wrist. “You remembered how to walk after all. You can do that and talk at the same time! Still a step above my charming contemporaries.”

Irritated muttering and insults came from the assembled trolls, largely remarks about the cusp’s less than formal outfit (he was pretty sure it was fancy dancing silks) and their gills.

They didn’t seem to care at all, slowly turning to meet the gazes of the other clowns looking down on them with a wide, lazy smile that oozed disrespect and flippancy before they stretched luxuriously and finally went to take their place among the rows.

“Now that mix Wilhem has entered and the defendants have assembled, we can begin.” Came the voice of His Honorable Tyranny.

Then he looked directly at Hazard and Lizzie, and Hazard’s throat went dry.

“We are gathered here tonight to discuss the accusation of multiple murders of members of various Mirthful sects by their leaders toward Hazard Ailaht. While there is no genetic or witness evidence, the cause of death in each case was ruled after psychic and physical investigation to the unique blend of venoms possessed only by this individual.”

The great black creature’s gaze was steady.

“Hazard Ailaht. Lizzie Eizzil. What do you have to say in regards to this accusation?”

“Plenty, your honor, all based on my submitted evidence.” Lizzie said calmly, opening her briefcase to take out her notes. “Footage of the accused being otherwise engaged when several of the murders happened. Scientifically verified information about his venom production rate, the amount needed to kill purplebloods of the victims’ sizes, and the inconsistency of the wounds when matched against his fangs and claws.

And, naturally, testimonials from other trolls in the footage to verify that it has not been doctored and illusionary psiionics or anything similar are not being used to simulate his presence.”

Lizzie. What would be do without her?

Hazard smiled weakly at how even she was, how ready to defend him.

The clowns didn’t look convinced, however, though he saw that some appeared skeptical as they scrutinized him.

For once, the librarian was glad that he was hard to miss for anyone with remotely functional eyes, and that he wilted in front of crowds. Maybe those facts would help convince these indigos he was innocent.

“Very well.” Said His Honorable Tyranny, then turned his massive, multi-horned head to look at the circus leaders, accompanied by their assistants and guards.

“Ringmasters of Selatak and its surrounding regions. What evidence do you have to bring against Hazard Ailaht?”

“He is a mutant.” Growled one troll with gold-capped tusks and jagged face paint. “No troll should have venom as animals do. It is unnatural.”

“Easy, Honsui.” Came a deep voice Hazard had heard before at festivals, for this clown was known to frequent even those of his faith did not normally celebrate, its owner dressed in a neat suit with his hands folded politely in his lap. “There is no law decrying venom as a blasphemy against the messiahs.”

Chiloa Teroct, second in command of the Moons’ Eyes, the largest messianic sect in the city.

“Is there a law decrying stupidity?” Came Plaske’s drawling voice. Hazard looked up to see them now stretched across three seats with their feet in the air, entirely indifferent to the expected formality of the court.

“Look at him. If you’re implying absolutely none of our guards, lusii, or voodoos caught this man, I think we should all just give the fuck up right now and call ourselves failures.”

The cerulean winced, but he’d heard far worse, and the cusp’s words were technically in his favor.

Unsurprisingly, though, there was more angry muttering and cursing from the other clowns; Plaske might have a point, but they were sufficiently unpopular that it might not matter.

Teroct raised his eyebrows.

“Don’t be so quick to judge by appearances.” The man chided. “Though, I must beg to differ with Ringmaster Honsui; venom does not a mutant make, and not all mutants are stains to be cleansed.”

Then he looked at Hazard directly, and the blueblood paled even though the higher blood’s face was calm.

“Ailaht. If you did not kill our kin, then who did? Can you illuminate us in any way as to who might have committed these foul deeds with your venom?”

Hazard thought.

He racked his brains as he had multiple times over the past week, trying to think of who aside from Goh Tat would frame him - Lizzie had investigated his ancestor, and found enough evidence that he hadn’t done it either.

That day, that hot and horrible day when he’d barely made it to fight his ancestor in time…

His eyes widened as he remembered something.

Could it be?

“I don’t know for sure.” He said, managing to keep his voice steady. “But I have a theory. On the day I fought my ancestor - the same day I was forced to stop keeping my venom a secret and had to go to the hospital after he stabbed me - someone else was there at the beginning. He turned up out of nowhere to give me a motorcycle ride.”

He paused, steadying himself, knowing the reaction this name would have on a room of clowns.

“Panzen Roscur.”

There was an immediate uproar of chatter that his Honorable Tyranny had to quiet.

Chiloa was one of the few trolls who remained calm. Both he and Plaske had, though the cusp’s expression was more amused than anything.

His, meanwhile, was thoughtful.

“The mutant criminal.” Chiloa mused. “That would be a possibility.”

Honsui hissed in disdain. “That filth would! It is an insult to our city’s sanctity that we have not culled him already.”

Then Chiloa looked more calculating.

“He’d also be an easy person to blame to throw suspicion off yourself.” He said gently. “And we have only your word he witnessed your fight with your ancestor, unless you have testimony for that too?”

Hazard had gone from hopeful to deflated in seconds. He could only shake his head wretchedly, slumped in his chair.

Plaske rolled their eyes.

“Even if he didn’t do it himself, I think you’re all missing an angle here, so wake up and smell the faygo! Maybe Roscur didn’t do the murders himself, but he sure could’ve reproduced and sold the venom. Do none of you numbskulls know what his power is?”

The only troll in the city who had the ability, rare as it was. Hard to forget once you knew, once you’d seen and felt it in action like Hazard had.

“Chromomancy.” Hazard whispered and Chiloa said out loud.

Then Chiloa frowned.

“Roscur has been seen to only be able to sustain solid constructs as long as his psi actively sustains them.”

Plaske smiled derisively.

“Oh, Chi, you ignorant fucking worm.” They said, almost fond. “You’d be right if you weren’t so dull. Mind honey, dummkopf. We know the Day Howlers trade in it. Even you can add two and two.”

The other clown didn’t seem fazed by his fellow’s insults, instead nodding thoughtfully.

“This might be true.” He acknowledged. “But it might also be pure supposition.”

“Who cares?” Snarled Honsui, and a few other trolls called out encouragement of him. “Roscur, Ailaht - each is mutant filth. I say we cull them both and do the world a favor! Even if Ailaht is not guilty, or was not working with Roscur himself, he is a risk to let live!”

Hazard’s heart sank to his shoes as he saw more trolls nodding along with the hateful ringmaster. Plaske was too unpopular and Chiloa was too even; sheer emotional scaremongering was so much more effective on trolls whose friends and quadrants had been killed.

They wanted revenge.

He couldn’t even really blame them.

His Honorable Tyranny interjected again.

“Order.” Came the hard, curt tone. “The case will proceed as attorney Eizzil makes her case for Hazard Ailaht.”

But as Lizzie opened her mouth to speak, as the clowns in the rows of seats glared the librarian down, a massive hyena wearing - armor? - bounded into the courtroom, coming right at him.

At first Hazard thought he must’ve cracked and begun hallucinating from stress.

Then the clowns began shouting, His Honorable Tyranny started calling for order again, and that unmistakable animal scent hit his nostrils.

The hyena somehow yanked him up with its mouth, tossed him in the air, caught him on its back as he clung for dear life and it bounded out of the courtroom into the warm moonlit streets of Selatak.

#cloud writes #hellbent #hazard ailaht #lizzie eizzil #chiloa teroct #plaske wilhem #kharak atwoos #boy is this a long fucker #but this plot is just like that. not many drabbles but they are Long

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