Aaaaand weth that done, et's BACK TO THE VOED! (voed... voed... .... voed... ... ... ... voed... ... ...)

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Mom? Es that you?

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>Your mun kinda stopped coming here because nobody really interacts with you anymore and he's recently taken up playing a human alternate of you here on formspring.

>You still get plenty of action yourself though, just not on Formspring, you've moved over to Hastur city, met up with some pretty cool Trolls over there, including a short seadweller, a panicky brownblood, a pair of psychomurderBro's, a medical Orangeblood who just saved you from being poisoned to death after a fight with a small group of seadwellers with said murderbro's, and all sorts of shenanigans. It could be better of course if you had managed to get one or two close friends to come with you, but meh, what're you gunna do?


>Your mun would like to point out that your probably going to go on a little adventure or two at some point, maybe after the holidays so he can afford what he needs to make it happen. Keep your anon eyes open.

Ooohhh Sometheng tells me thengs are gunna get nnnguh, fuuun >O8)

*Puts some candy eyeballs into his bag*

Enjoy >O8)

Un nnnguh, weyend et?

People who don't know how to smeyele and have a good nnnguh, teyeme O8)

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>Been there, done that, cleaned the T-Shirt.

((Ohey free question thanks))

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Your name is Faisan Occhei, and you are two sweeps old.

Tonight your family has taken you out on a field trip to a far away city, so far you could only describe it as on the other side of the planet, as you had to pack up your things and get onto aunty music's lusus the previous night, spending the entire day swaying back and fourth in one of the many baskets secured to the serpent's tail, it's roof closed to prevent the light of the sun from entering. The two moons are sitting high in the sky now as you and your family walk through the streets of the foreign city, your older sister dragging a sand sled behind her which you have taken to riding in. Your Aunty music had said something about visiting the next village over as she dropped you off, you aren't quite sure what that means but you know she will meet you before dawn when it is time to go home, she always does.

With one minor exception, your entire primary family was there with you, there was your older sister pulling the sled of course, your brother, older then you by about a sweep joining you in the sled, and your father-mother, who was busy looking over a shopping list, occasionally taking out a pen to add or remove something, you couldn't quite see what the was writing however. Instead you focused on looking around the city, it's streets large and full of trolls of all kinds, you try to count each of them as they go buy, but get lost and confused at thirty, too many passing you too quickly, that and your not quite sure what comes after thirty just yet. What you do know however is you've never seen so many trolls before, you’re able to see redbloods, bluebloods, anonbloods, big horns, small horns, four horns, three horns, some with strange eyes, some with face-masks, some with strange clothing, you even smile and clap your hands as you watch a colourful brownblood dance and juggle a quartet of rubber balls in the air for you. You don't get to watch him for long however as the sled suddenly turns around a corner and he vanishes from your sight.

Somehow you know you are in the largest marketplace you've ever seen now, colourful booths line the edges of every building and take up just about every available space, trolls run this way and that, buying or selling whatever they can, some carrying baskets, others dragging sand sleds such as yours behind them, you can even see one or two lusi pulling around carts of various sizes. Before you know it your mechanical sister is shooing you out of the sled as your father-mother places a pair of water jugs where you had just sat previously, you try to climb in again as there is still plenty of room, but for some reason your sister won't let you and instead takes your hand with her free one, your brother walking next to her other hand as the three of you follow your father-mother. There are several stops now where your father-mother spends an agonizingly long time talking with the trolls behind the various booths, often preceded by her placing a device of some kind from her sylladex onto the counter followed by talking that sometimes escalates into shouting. Most times this ends with nothing happening and your father-mother re-captchaloging the device and looking around for another booth, however sometimes it ends with the troll behind the counter taking the device, your father-mother either taking something the troll had been selling or being given a handful of Caegars or sometimes a Beetle or two. While you don't really like either of these outcomes due to preceding long periods of talking, it does give you a chance to sit down in the sand for a moment, idly playing with small handfuls of the stuff or looking around to look at the pretty blankets all the booths seem to have draped a few feet above them, your not really sure why those are around, maybe to keep the booths from burning in the sunlight? But it's not sunlight now, you don't really know.


Finally your father-mother either ran out of things to sell or gave up on trying, as she instead leads the three of you to one of the larger booths, a tall and kind of lanky blueblood standing behind the counter, a sharp pointed face looking down at the lot of you with a pseudo-sneer, his horns shooting up a bit before curling up next to his ears. You don't like him very much, he scares you. Instead you look to his booth, your eyes widening ever so slightly as you see the thing covered in all sorts of foods, separated between meats, grains, fruits, vegetables, no candy though, you frown at the lack of candy. You ogle each of the different foods and tried to imagine what they taste like as your father-mother purchased a pair of baskets from the troll and proceeded to fill them up with the various foods along the counter, you grin as you watch her put heavensfruit into the basket, you like heavensfruit, it's your favourite! The blueblood quirked an eyebrow at your father-mother and said something you couldn't hear over the noise of the city streets, father-mother nods and says something you again can't hear. The blueblood looks over the baskets a bit, taking an object or two out to look at what's buried underneath before putting it back inside and speaking once more. Father-mother looked worried for a brief moment but quickly leaned in a little closer and made a strange face, you do your best to try and mimic the face, but big sister tugs on your hand and breaks your concentration. You turn back in time to see the blueblood place a small sign on his stall before leaving through a small side-entrance, taking your father-mother's hand and leading her into a back-ally not too far away. You try to follow her as you had been before, but again your big sister tugs at your hand, you look up to see her looking around a bit, the reflection in her red eyes stopping at another stall not to far away. She takes your brothers hand with a few fingers freed from holding the sled string and leads the two of you away from the scene, you twist your neck to look behind you for your father-mother, but she and the blueblood disappeared somewhere.

Your sister had led you to a small candy booth near the opposite side of the square and bought both you and your brother an almost comically large lollypop and a small bag of rock candy each, the three of you were now sitting on a bench that sat between two rows of shops, the sled tucked neatly in front of your sister as you licked at your lollipop waiting for your father-mother. You tried to ask your older sister where she was and what she was doing, but you were never able to get a response, the robotic troll either ignoring your question or unable to hear you over the general noise of the marketplace, you aren't quite sure. You don't know how long you've sat there like that, the three of you eating candy and waiting between the fish and the herbs and spices venders, but it felt like a long time! You often turn your head back again to try and find your father-mother, but every time you can't see anything, how was she going to know where you went? You had gone quite a distance away from the food vendor now, and you could hardly see the thing behind all the people and shops! You lick at your lollipop somewhat nervously, hugging the metallic arm of your robotic sister as you waited.

Minutes passed before you finally turned around to see your father-mother again, carrying both baskets of food and making her way towards you. In excitement you alert your older siblings and quickly hop out of the seat to hug at her leg, your brother joining in with the opposite leg. Your father-mother grins and raises the two baskets of food to avoid hitting you with them before gently shaking you off and placing them onto the sand sled as your sister drags it over to her. You point up to Father-mother's face and ask if she had been eating something, seeing a small strand of blue on her lips and several stains of the same colour decorating her teeth and tounge. She sneers a bit and wipes the blue off with a sleeve before spitting the rest of it out into the sand. Your sister hands her a small handful of Caegars which your father-mother quickly puts to use, buying herself a bright pink drink and chugging a quarter of it down the moment the Caegars meet the merchant's hands, swishing the drink around in her mouth a bit before swallowing hard and shaking her head a bit. Your brother tugged lightly on your mother's jacket, his eyes focused on the drink, it's only then that you realize your constant licking of the lollypop had left your mouth rather dry despite everything. Your father-mother just rolls all three of her eyes and buys two more bottles of the drink, one a dark green for your brother, one somewhat reddish for you. In exchange she opens a palm to the both of you and asks for some of you rock candy, to which you both oblige, giving her a small assortment of various sizes and colours, which she immediately pops into her mouth.

Your done shopping apparently, as your father-mother tells you your going to see the “main attraction” now. You aren't quite sure what that means, but your assuming it's something exiting from the way she is grinning about it. Whatever this “main attraction” is however it requires you to travel to the far side of the city, going through more shops and past more trolls then you can count. You briefly pass a market booth selling various toys, from stuffed lusi to model fleet ships to primitive wood-carved dolls with real hair, you ogle these as you pass and try to work up the courage to ask to buy one, though from the way your sister squeezes your hand and tugs at your arm again, it's apparent they have no intention of stopping, likely having run out of money from shopping earlier. Instead you give the dolls one last longing gaze before turning around and continuing to walk towards your as of yet undefined goal, a strange smell and sound filling the air.

It takes a few more minutes of walking for you to reach your goal, during that time you are steadily able to describe the smell as salty and the sound as almost static-like, somewhat resembling the sound your sister made when you splashed her with water while in the bathtub that one time, to be fair you didn't know the consequences of the action, but needless to say you've been careful to not repeat it. You round a corner and wind up on a small concrete patio overlooking a large sandy ring surrounding what you can only describe as a wonder. Your father-mother calls it the ocean, but regardless of the name it's the largest body of water your young mind as ever seen, waves of liquid stretching out in every direction, the horizon filled with nothing but flat water, the opposite side completely hidden by the water's massive size. Much later in your life you would discover it to merely be a large glorified salty lake, but at this moment it is almost too much for you to handle. Your jaw drops a bit as you gaze out at the waves, a quick glance at your brother reveals him having a similar reaction, has he ever seen an ocean before? Your not sure. You ask if you can go down to touch it, but your father-mother shakes her head and says no, pointing down to the coast that surrounds the edge of the water. Your eyes follow her fingers, landing on small patrols and the occasional guard tower of heavily armed trolls, each keeping an eye out for anybody who decides to get too close. Just as you are about to ask what they are doing you are interrupted by a figure approaching the coast from deeper within the lake, two orange horns breaching the surface before the face of a seadweller emerges from the waves, walking on to the land as casually as you would walk into the kitchen. The soldiers greet the seadweller with respect and allow it to proceed up a set of guarded stairs into the city, it's clothing quickly drying off as it walks. You look out into the “ocean” once more and are able to catch a faint glimpse of a boat crossing the surface of the water, your sister notices your gaze and informs you that it's a fishing vessel, several species of sealife from various biospheres having been preserved or reclaimed through one method or another and introduced into the lake in an attempt to restore life to the oceans, the fishing vessels both maintaining the balance until evolution provided a more natural one, as well as providing food for the trolls of the city to live off of. Naturally you have no idea what she just said and instead wave at the boat with your free hand, nobody on board saw you of course, but one of the soldiers watching from a tower seems to have noticed and gave a friendly wave back.



The field trip over and the shopping done, you sit comfortably on your sister's shoulders, your head tucked between her large horns and her wirey hair serving as a somewhat uncomfortable pillow as you close your eyes and yawn. Your brother is in a similar position on your father-mother, though his hair-pillow is likely equally as uncomfortable being so thin and unkept, potentially even greasy. It's been a long night however and neither of you really care, your legs are sore, your minds are filled with wonder about the ocean, and as you approach the edge of the city, you can hear the faintest sounds of aunty-music singing to her lusus in the distance.

It's time to go home.

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(( Wooo just finished a three-page-long short story!... it only took me four hours!))

(( I'll post it later, when it's not four AM. Pretty sure that thing is what was keeping me awake in the first place, sleepy now,))

You'd thenk eye'd know the guy a lettle nnnguh, better.

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This still a thing? If so one of @TyphonsElegy would be epic beyond all reason :U


If not then oh well better luck next time. look forward to seeing those made in the future though!