Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190623141605/@comment-26892768-20190624202033

(anyway since my characters have been accepted - judging by the character board at least - I'm going to just)

(do a thing)

Elsewhere, in the place where the portals lead...

A portal opens, dropping off yet another troll. However, this one seems different from the other two. Whereas Vriska is loud, dramatic, and has a tendency to draw attention to herself, and the other troll is more reserved due to being rather anxious and something something raised in a society where she can easily be killed for making one wrong move, this Alternian seems more...scrappy. Her figure is toned, indicating a good deal of constant physical exercise, her lower arms and lower legs are wrapped in bandages, and one of her horns has a circular chunk taken out of it. Possibly battle damage, possibly not. Hard to tell.

But, on to the troll herself...her eyes widen as she looks up at the portal, just in time to see it close.

"what the hell was that * and more importantly * what did that * it's not anything I know about * definitely not anything on alternia * so either this is top-secret tech for the alternian empire * or... *|" She glances around suspiciously, taking on a more battle-ready stance. "i swear to god * if some tentacle aliens walk out here * and say they want to do an inspection * i am going to throttle tegiri * after i kill those aliens with my bare hands * and come bac- *|"

And then, another portal opens up, and yet another figure falls...except this one is. Considerably more. Dead.

Very, very dead.

Yeah.

While most might react with shock or horror, the troll, better known as Polypa Goezee, doesn't react to the body in either of those ways. She was born and raised on Alternia, after all; the only reason you'd never get used to the bodies is if you were a lowblood, where nearly every body reminds you that you could be next. Instead, she's briefly confused, but then starts to examine the corpse.

"hmmm * no horns * and judging by what little coloration is left * likely a burgundy * possibly mutant *|" Polypa muses as she looks over the body, occasionally nudging it to its side to examine it in more detailed. "whats left of the flesh is either covered in third degree burns * or second degree burns bordering on third degrees * good amount of the flesh has been either burnt off * or been blown off by some large force * only way you could get these kinds of wounds is if you were in the epicenter of an explosion * so * unlucky * or someone really wanted this guy dead *|"

After a moment, Polypa stands up. "and i'm certainly not going to judge *|"

While most trolls in the low to mid blood castes would argue that the highbloods were the oppressors, Polypa believed otherwise. She knew from personal experience that lowbloods were perfectly capable of being just as bad as highbloods - in her eyes, every individual has to be judged on their own, rather than taking their status into account. And in her line of work, her judgement calls are very simple - if someone puts a hit on another troll, then either the soon-to-be victim is scum and deserves what's coming to them, or the one who put the hit on them is very, very determined to see their enemy die. In either case, she's not going to deny her client what they paid her for.

"in any case * i should stop examining the corpse * and focus on getting out of here *|" Polypa begins to walk away...only to hear something like...a sloshing sound? Curious, she turns back around, and sees something start to emerge from the body. "what the hell...? *|"

It's silver in color, and seems like...some kind of organic blob thing? It's hard to explain. And before Polypa can react to the sudden presence of this creature, it promptly leaps at her, latching on to her face and muffling her yells as she tries to tear the thing off to no avail.

By the time Polypa manages to get her face uncovered, the thing has seeped into her skin, nowhere to be seen. "what * the * fuck!? *|"

She quickly gets out of the room - she needs to find a sink or something. "i really hope * that thing wasn't some freaky parasite... *|"