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Your name is KITARO LAITAX.
You are a DETECTIVE— the BEST DETECTIVE. You get to the bottom of every MYSTERY put in front of you.
Whether your clients like the answers you find isn't any of your business. The satisfaction of solving a case is enough for you.
You hate INJUSTICE more than anything, especially when it comes to the hemospectrum. You find the deeply ingrained hatred to be profoundly stupid, but you know better than to say such things within earshot of the wrong highblood.
Keeping your head down is both second nature, and your worst nightmare.
Your anger righteous anger burns in your chest each time you have to bow your head for someone whose only better quality is the color of their blood.
Sometimes, the anger makes your head hurt.
It's the kind of pain that comes with psychic abilities that like to lash out when you don't keep careful control of yourself. You've built such careful walls around yourself that sometimes you forget what you should be feeling.
You're not very pitiable, despite what that comment may say. Your MOIRAIL may disagree, but you think Vennix Ligatu is a stone cold liar, anyways. They are obviously the most pitiable between you two. You may be smaller than all the other trolls your age, a lowblood, and constantly one bad day from being culled, but that doesn't matter.
You're the one with the most wits, so you are obviously the one in charge of emotional regulation. You think the two of you may have an arragement that is… odd to other trolls. MOIRAILS are typically closer to each other than anything else in the world. However, the two of you have an understanding that contradicts this.
You have never piled with your palemate.
You think the practice is something outdated and juvenile, while Vennix can't stand physical contact for more than a few seconds at most. Again, the two of you understand this about each other.
You can admit, however, that this lack of 'bonding activity' leaves you rather disadvantaged. You are not marked by your MOIRAIL like others are. The two of you rely on physical markers, rather than the instinctual kind of things most trolls look for. You know it makes others look down on you even more, but the anger inside your chest burns more like embarrassment.
It's this lack of experience that has you so confused now.
As you stand in the hive of your BUSINESS ASSOCIATE, you wonder how this situation came to be.
Your LUSUS is small, smaller than you are now. The gelatinous creature loves to use his many limbs and suckers to climb all over your body, leaving harsh dark golden marks when he is particularly displeased with you.
Ukkyan Vrynic's LUSUS is large. The Antlerbear lumbers through the cave-like hive, taking up more space than you ever could. If she were to stand on her hind legs, she would easily be over 10 feet tall. As it is, her head still easily makes eye contact with your pupil-less gaze, which is more unnerving than you know how to deal with.
You meant for this visit to be short. You only wanted to collect some physical pieces of film that your BUSINESS ASSOCIATE processed for you. You can even hear his humming now, from the part of the hive that functions as their dark room. Some off-key song that you don't recognize— probably one of their highblood hymns that he claims to never remember the words to because they've always been more of a melody person.
Their LUSUS stares you down, barely moving besides the heavy push and pull of her own breathing.
It happens in a split second.
One moment, you are standing. The next, your BUSINESS ASSOCIATE's LUSUS stands and has you scruffed in her jaws. You let out an inelegant yelp before you can help it. She carries you deeper into the hive, even after you hear your BUSINESS ASSOCIATE drop something in the other room. You want to struggle, but that would risk the Antlerbear sinking her teeth through your still soft skin, not yet hardened through your final few molts. It would mean spilling your BLOOD across your BUSINESS ASSOCIATE's hive, and you know he gets sick at the sight of BLOOD—
She drops you into a corner of Ukkyan's respiteblock, you're sure. The amount of clothes you recognize gives it away. You're in a pile of some such clothes, gathered in something almost similar to a pile. The LUSUS huffs, before laying down in a semi-circle around you, pressing in so close that you can feel the twin beats of her two hearts rattling your own rib cage.
Ukkyan: motherfuckin—
Ukkyan: kitty CAT?
Your BUSINESS ASSOCIATE pokes their head into the room, looking more winded than you've ever seen him before. His beautifully curled hair has frizzed up in their rush, their cheeks flushed purple with exertion.
You dutifully ignore the squeezing feeling around your bloodpusher.
You also ignore that it's not anger festering inside of you, for once.
Ukkyan: you OKAY kitty?
Ukkyan: scar=d TH= wick=d MOTH=RFUCKIN shit OUTTA m=
You take a deep breath.
Kitaro: II Told YYou Not To Caall Me Thaat.
Kitaro: But YYes.
Kitaro: II AAm Fiine.
Your voice is still shaking with nervous energy, which you hate. It makes your BUSINESS ASSOCIATE's eyes soften with something you don't want to recognize. You're not pitiable— you're not.
He approaches carefully, smiling so softly at you. They kneel before where their LUSUS guards you, letting out a quiet honking laugh when the Antlerbear uses her hind leg to pull him in too. It brings the two of you closer than you've ever been before.
Ukkyan: h=h= SH=S mor= FUCKIN whimsical THAN usual
Ukkyan: sorry IF sh= STARTL=D ya
Ukkyan: sh= DIDNT hurt YA, right?
Oh.
You've never heard Ukkyan Vyrnic sound like that before.
His voice is pitched low, like the two of you are sharing some kind of secret.
They tilt their head, and you can just see the peek of his bright purple eyes behind his glasses and hair. You notice, too, that the greasepaint they use is also absent. Without the ghoulish stains, you notice that their face is much softer than you thought.
You feel the gold inside of you heat up your face without your consent.
Kitaro: No… No, She Diid Not.
You swallow around a sudden lump in your throat, and your pusher thumps loudly in your chest. You feel a bit like you might be dying.
It gets worse when Ukkyan laughs again.
Ukkyan: im GLAD kitty
Ukkyan: woulda B==N right SICKNASTY fuck=d UP if YOU w=r=
Ukkyan: i HAT= wh=n MY b=st FRI=ND g=ts HURT
Oh no.
Kitaro: Caan We… Staand?
Your voice hasn't cracked like that since you were five. You feel your face heat even more. You ignore the glimpses of Red in your peripheral.
Ukkyan: nahh
Ukkyan: onc= MAMAB=AR g=ts H=R cuddl= ON
Ukkyan: th=r=s NO =scapin
You would like to explode now.
==>
Hours later, and Ukkyan finally succumbs to sleep. It leaves you strangely bereft, without his babbling to pass the time. Their LUSUS is still watching you, so you doubt you can get up yet.
That leaves you with only one real choice for mental stimulation. You dread it.
graveDetective [GD] began trolling disguisedMarigold [DM]
GD: Thiis IIs AAn Emergencyy.
GD: Tell Me YYou AAre AAwake.
GD: II Do Not Beg, But II AAM Veryy Close To Doiing So.
DM: % ????????
DM: % are u a8oout too 8e culle8 oor soometh|ng
DM: % 8ut |t wooul8 8e funny too see yoou 8egg|ng
GD: Beiing Culled Would Be Easiier Thaan Myy Current Prediicaament.
GD: II AAM.
GD: II Beliieve II AAm IIn AA Piile.
GD: Wiith.
GD: Thiis IIs So Humiiliiatiing.
GD: Wiith YYou Know Who.
DM: % ooh noo FUCK|NG!!!!!!!! WAY
DM: % th|s m|ght 8e the 8est day oof my l|fe
DM: % hoow exactly d|d yoou en8 up |n a fuck|ng p|le w|th ukkyan????????
GD: IIt IIs So Riidiiculous.
GD: So Stupiid.
GD: So Humiiliiatiing.
GD: Theiir Lusus Scruffed Me.
GD: Dragged Me IInto Hiis Respiiteblock.
GD: AAnd Refuses To Let Eiither Of Us Leaave.
GD: Theyy AAre Sleepiing Riight Besiide Me.
DM: % th|s |S!!!!!!!! THE 8est day oof my l|fe
DM: % soo even the|r lusus |s well aware oof hoow yoou feel a8oout them
DM: % | th|nk yoou shooul8 just em8race |t
DM: % u knoow
DM: % may8e actually reflect oon thoose re8 feel|ngs 8rew|ng
GD: II.
GD: Vennix.
GD: Vennix Ligatu.
GD: I am dropping the quirk because I think I am losing my mind.
GD: You are my moirail.
GD: Is this what Red feels like?
GD: I feel like I'm dying.
GD: A little bit.
DM: ok ill drop mine a bit if it helps
DM: but ill be honest i wouldnt know how it feels myself
DM: like not exactly
DM: but i can assume its the opposite of what black feels like
DM: like instead of wanting the other person to die it makes you wanna die instead
DM: i dont know it that makes sense or really helps but its the best advice ive got
DM: but you know its not a bad thing right?
DM: we have quadrants for a reason
GD: I know.
GD: I just…
GD: I saw them without that stupid paint, for once.
GD: And I saw how he looked at me.
GD: I felt like.
GD: I felt like he could have their hands around my throat, but he wouldn't squeeze.
GD: Is that crazy?
DM: well to be fair i dont think ukkyan would do that to anyone
DM: but he definitely wouldnt do it to you
DM: hes always liked you the most out of anyone
DM: im sure even khiman would agree theyd had the biiiiiiiiggest soft spot for you
DM: so its not really that crazy
GD: Oh.
GD: I think.
GD: I'm not saying anything yet.
GD: But I think I might be Red for Ukkyan.
GD: I've never felt more stupid in my life.
GD: I need to think on this.
GD: You will NOT mention this again.
GD: This was a moment of weakness.
graveDetective [GD] ceased trolling disguisedMarigold [DM]
DM: % th|s sucker really th|nks |m goo|ng too let h|m l|ve th|s doown
DM: % yoou w|ll never knoow peace aga|n K|TAROO LA|TAX!!!!!!!! <3
disguisedMarigold [DM] ceased trolling graveDetective [GD]
==>
Your name is UKKYAN VYRNIC.
You are riding on some WICKED MIRTHFUL WAVES, the likes of which you're sure the WICKED MESSIAHS would even have trouble reaching.
You think these MAD WHIMSICAL VIBES could carry you for the rest of your existence.
You had the Reddest little gold flame you could possibly feel in your arms, and you have your LUSUS to thank for it.
Of course, you would love to tell the whole world about it However, you Do value your LOVELY LITTLE LOVE's opinion. He wouldn't like it if you all up and SPILLED YOUR GUTS to everyone. So, you satisfy yourself with one of your MOIRAILS. The VERY BESTEST one at keeping secrets.
drifterDespondent [DD] began trolling chromaticCourier [CC]
DD: (✿╹◡╹)
DD: kiki MY mannn
DD: im FLUSH=D so MOTH=RFUCKIN r=d RN
DD: (ﾉ´ з `)ノ
DD: im DOWN with TH= wick=d MIRTHFUL shit
CC: THATS DIS6USTIN6.
CC: D93S THIS M3AN THAT STUPID D3T3CTIV3 FINALLY W9RKED THR9U6H HIS SHIT.
DD: h=s NOT stupid (つω`｡)
DD: cmon CANDY man
DD: (*/ω＼)
DD: my SICK=NINGLY sw==t LUSUS only DID som=thing MIRACULOUS
DD: i DONT =v=n MIND that IT fr=ak=d M= out SO bad I forgot MY wick=d PAINT
DD: sh= PUT us IN a PIL= all SNUGGLY lik=
DD: (///￣ ￣///)
CC: H3 MAY B3 V3RY B99K SMART AND ALL THAT SHIT, BUT H3S STILL STUPID. EM9TI9NALLY.
CC: Y9UR FUCKIN6 LUSUS DID IT???
CC: TH3S3 FUCK3RS AR3 M9R3 M3DDL3S9M3 THAN TH3Y N33D T9 B3.
CC: 3V3N IF IT IS DIS6USTIN6, IM HAPPY F9R Y9U UKKYAN.
CC: BUT IF H3 3V3R D93S ANYTHIN6 T9 Y9U I WILL FUCKIN6 CULL HIM MYS3LF.
CC: AND THAT IS A PR9MIS3 N9T A THR3AT.
DD: h= WOULDNT
DD: but I know YOU got MY back KIKI
DD: ヽ(*⌒▽⌒*)ﾉ
DD: w= DIDNT talk ABOUT it
DD: but I saw IT
DD: most PITIFUL look IN his =Y=S
DD: i THINK h= KNOWS now
CC: THAT IS S9M3THIN6 I C9ULD HAVE LIV3D F9R3VER WITH9UT KN9WIN6. N3VER T3LL M3 THAT A6AIN.
CC: S3RIU9SLY IM 69IN6 T9 FUCKIN6 THR9W UP.
CC: Y9UR3 LUCKY I CAN ST9MACH THIS SHIT F9R Y9U.
DD: mhm IM sup=r LUCKY
DD: your= MY b=st FRI=ND
DD: my PAL= bro
DD: dunno WHAT id DO without YOU
DD: your= A miracl= MAK=R too ＼(٥⁀▽⁀ )／
CC: Y3AH SUR3 IM A MIRACL3 MAK3R 9R WHAT3V3R TH3 FUCK Y9U LIK3 SAYIN6.
CC: UGH GR9SS N9W Y9U HAV3 M3 FUCKIN6 F33LIN6 SHIT.
CC: Y9U AND Y9UR STUPID DAMN PAL3 F33LIN6S RUBBIN6 OFF 9N M3!!!
CC: I H9P3 THAT D3T3CTIV3 IS R3ADY F9R H9W SICK3NIN6LY GR9SS Y9U AR3.
CC: IN TH3 M9ST (GAG) L9VIN6 WAY P9SSIBL3.
DD: mmm THANKS kiki
DD: ⸜( ˊᵕˋ )⸝
DD: mak= SUR= you SL==P kayyyy?
DD: ill KNOW if YOU dont
DD: ٩(◕‿◕)۶
drifterDespondent [DD] ceased trolling chromaticCourier [CC]