Fantrolls - Tomois Drabbles
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The Road to Hell is Paved With Clocks and Good Intentions by Skegulium
Fandoms: Homestuck
13 Feb 2019
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==>Tomois Rinoca | 11 Sweeps | Recovery wing of the Imperial Psionic Corps hospital
All you could really do was lie there and listen to it the empty hospital room. No escape, just the endless clicking of a fucking clock. There wasn’t much else to do unless you wanted to watch more tv on the flatscreen built into the wall or… Sleep you guess. That’s all you had. TV, sleep, or the clock.
The room was pretty much almost empty except for you, the bed, a sole chair that your captors dragged in, the door to the hall, the bathroom, a bedside table and the fucking clock. So exciting, you know, how could you even live here with the constant stimulation of such a busy environment! It’s insane! Wow! Much noise! Very exciting
… Yeah no, not even the sarcasm helped ease how bored you were. Or how agitated. The soft ticking of the clock was a constant now in your new life and frankly, you’re starting to wonder if you actually did die and go to hell or something like that.
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Eleven sweeps ago, Tomois woke up in a hospital.
Series
- Part 1 of Fantrolls - Tomois Drabbles
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 2,874
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Hits:
- 37
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==>Tomois Rinoca | 22 Sweeps | The Stacks
"I literally shot down the ship. I saw it burn. There's no one anyone could have survived. We just need to see if we can scavenge one of the IPC radios so we can listen in."
"Well, we don't know if they've caught up with the ship, right? There's so many of the fucks running around..."
"Then hurry up!"
You don't even notice when you've pressed your hands up to your mouth. You don't even notice how your knuckles are bleached white from trying to hold your mouth shut and you hope, oh god you hope that they don't notice you. The building with your ship in it is pretty clear behind you but you've pulled yourself up just enough to maybe hide behind a planter. If you're lucky maybe they won't see you?
Oh, what are you saying. You're not lucky, not in the slightest.
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It was a typical 'oh no, shoot all the rebels!' situation. It was all fun and games until someone brought a rocket launcher and shot down Tomie's ship.
That's just the least of his problems.
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- Part 2 of Fantrolls - Tomois Drabbles
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==>Tomois Rinoca | 22 Sweeps || Sahiin's IPC's Research and Development laboratory
Gloved fingers lifted the object from the box, a white cloth wrapped carefully around it. It was tilted just a little bit from side to side before being gingerly placed down on the table. “Unknown firearm. Place of origin: Rebel camp on colony planet Dodoulian. Manufacturer: Deceased. Deemed safe to test.”
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Tomie contributes to science!
Series
- Part 3 of Fantrolls - Tomois Drabbles
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 1,499
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Hits:
- 19
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Tomois Rinoca, Canary Cadet and professional jokester - all respectable titles for an adult troll in the fleet, if it wasn't for the fact that he should, perhaps, be a little bit further in life than he currently is. Tomie's life has put him through the meat grinder over the sweeps and he's got the scars to show it, from being terrorized by a highblood in the swamps where he grew up, to the life of crime he led on the streets, all the way to his forceful conscription by the Imperial Psionic Corps and the bureaucratic systems that value his psionic ability more than his well-being.
These are a few snapshots of some of those moments too small to stand alone as a fic.
Series
- Part 4 of Fantrolls - Tomois Drabbles
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 2,590
- Chapters:
- 3/3
- Hits:
- 22