"...You Have My Sympathies..." Rennoh Bid. "Palmia And I Never Had True Lusii..."

Yayoi Kusama

Infinity Mirrored Rooms

Stelle considered his words. "While this is considered a grave sin where you are from, it is sadly not uncommon in the world I was born from..." Pause. "I have always wondered, Your Excellency, how do humans determine royal blood?"

Open RP

The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.

The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.

It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?

“Have you heard? Lone Moon’s veil will be thin enough soon! It means I can finally see the waking world! Maybe I’ll find my brother!”

(lone-moon-pierrot) "Ah, Soldan! You, uh.." Stelle stepped out in a pressed, lily white Pierrot outfit. She was holding the cap in her hands, her makeup not yet done. "Hi, um, I made a new outfit."

"Hm? Ah, Hiya Stelle! That's really well made outfit, I currently have one in progress! Taking my time with it though, I want to make ssure detailss aren't russhed."

"...What sorts of things does your Kingdom look for? I'm not sure if I can help but... I know Harmonus is always looking for new information and archival on other worlds..."

Open RP

The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.

The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.

It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?

"Oh... Him. He is probably foraging." the woman looked out, "If you have an herb order to make or pick up, talk to Mydaas. He manages our village... He may be talking to other clients." The older Troll seemed wary again.

"...It is indeed boiling season."

Mydaas could be seen talking to the shadier Trolls, taking payments and orders. He seemed better-dressed than most other villagers. Said villagers seemed afraid of him.

Mydaas suddenly shouted, "Rennoh! Come here!"

The Troll, wearing patchwork clothing, came over, his bell gently chiming. "Yes, Mydaas?" Rennoh looked up at the other Trolls, and shook his head no. Even when offered money, Rennoh shook his head no.

The old Troll looked to Soldan, "That is him. The Hunters here have wanted him as guide to the Wilderwood. Good luck."

@pcrplevenom

Stelle had entrusted her friend to check on her brother, a Troll living on Harmonus.

Harmonus' main metropolis was a dizzying whirlwind of color and co-existence, fed by many worlds and universes with Trolls.

The train would take Soldan to a more rural place, and the manner of folks on the train went from enthusiastic tourists and locals on daily errands to farmers and sorts that seemed... ...Shady.

Subdued Subjuggalos, other Highbloods that seemed to be ready to hunt, exchanging money with a farmer to "Cull the Wilderwood."

"...It's the cultural nature of Alternia. The Higher Blood Castes subjugate and kill "mutant" or Lowbloods, for sport and to..." Stelle cringed, "Blood as paint. It's gruesome, largely illegal on Harmous. However Alternia has been sending Poachers for rare blood colors. If I appear, I'm immediately a target. It's why I was raised here."

Open RP

The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.

The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.

It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?

(picrew here)

Your name is Rennoh Cadrea, and you are just 8 Sweeps old.

Your interests are related to nature, particularly foraging in the Wilderwood.

You have lived as an orphan in this rural village in Harmonus, though you spent your formative years under the care of an Imperial Drone called Acer.  You had helped him revive an ancient crystallized blood sample, creating a baby grub sister.  You knew, though, that they were safest on Lone Moon.  You miss them.  The sound of your Bell is soothing, and calls back to a lost ancestry.

It was for the best.  After all, you know your Classpect is likely fatal, should too many Sessions kill the Tree That Holds All.

Your blood color is no one’s business.  That’s rude to ask. [He is a purple blood]

Your village has no Internet, so you don’t have a Trolltag.  Bummer.

You noticed your village seems to be full of Blood Poachers…

"Of course!" Rennoh put soil into the pots, carefully working in the snapdragons. He was still careful, oddly careful...

It seemed that around him, the plants were already more vibrant, stronger.

Soldan seems to busy gardening, since Spring started and she's bought a few flowers that are in season. A few sunflower seeds planted carefully, some Lavender and Star Liliies to add in.