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Be the mousy greenbloodR-really? Oh dear, this is such a surprise. You've never had someone ask to be you. In fact, you didn't think anyone outside of your quadrants even knew you existed! W-what do you even do? Um. Uh. Umm! *squeak* Well, t-that probably won't be too bad, right? It might even be fun? This can only end badly, you just know it. You don't consider yourself to be very interesting like other trolls at all. But, i-if you insist...
Your name is Thiomi Shiaka, and you have NO IDEA what possessed you to go along with this. You are SEVEN SWEEPS OLD, and you are not the best at SOCIALIZING. In fact, you would even say you COMPLETELY SUCK AT IT. ...you are very quiet... and meek... and youre not particularly violent... ...in fact... you will usually go out of your way to avoid violence... if you can... ...even your yelling is quiet... and you s-scare rather easily... *squeak* This unfortunately makes you an EXCEE
Be the arrogant tealbloodHey! You are not arrogant! That would imply your high opinion of yourself and your accomplishments is undeserved. Anyone who says otherwise is just jealous, and who wouldn't be? You are descended from greatness, after all. In fact, in spite of that insult, you're feeling generous today, so you'll allow the jealous intruder to experience the grandeur that is being you.
Your name is SHADAH RELION, and you are a seven-sweep old ASSASSIN IN TRAINING. Due to being practically a MIDBLOOD, you don't have the PSYCHIC ABILITIES of the lower classes, or the STRENGTH AND RESILIENCE of the upper classes. Basically, you got SHAFTED. But that's okay! You have your own SPECIAL ABILITY gifted to you by your LOVING LUSUS, whom you like to refer to as SNAKEMOM. Through repeated exposure to her DEADLY NEUROTOXIC VENOM, she not only made you IMMUNE to its effects, but caused it to FUSE WITH YOU. All of your bodily fluids CONTAIN AND PRODUCE
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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