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“Wha—”
*poof!*

“…This feels so odd, I’m not used to this sort of cleanliness!” he cried out, flailing his arms a bit.

“lkajsdlksadjfldasf!”

>FLAILS AND TRIES TO FIGHT BACK

“GET OFF ME!”

enrapturedalchemist:

anarchistexperimentations:

It was quiet in Nikita’s hive. Then again…wasn’t it always? Well, not really actually. There was usually the tinkering of containers, the pouring of liquids, and at times the usual explosions of his experiments here and there. Hell, there was even the usual typing of his own keyboard whenever he would talk to Alaeve. But today it was different. He merely sat in a small space, his knees lifted up as his legs were only half way spread out as his back was against the soot covered walls that had been that way for who knows how long. Nikita seemed to be in thought for something. And he was. He was mostly paranoid about how he acted at times now.

He had always been one to talk, to be outgoing, and even go adventuring now and then with his lusus. Well…he used to anyways. His lusus had been coming back less and less, being gone from a few minutes, to a few hours, and eventually from days on end. So really he was…well, a bit lonely at times. It was always quiet in the hive…that was why the poor thing would purposely make things explode. Not only because he enjoyed to make such odd concoctions, but also to compensate for the lack of noise. Just so that it wouldn’t feel as lonesome. He was so eager for contact from anywhere, even through his usual Trollian to talk to Alaeve. And that was something he would have normally done, chatting with his pal from the moment he got up, till the moment they decided that sleep was necessary and logged off for the night.

But today, he did no such thing. He started to to think so much about how he and Alaeve would start the day and realized that…Alaeve was almost always busy. And with that thought in place, he started to wonder to himself, “Am I bothering him? Am I being a nuisance? He has a life too…maybe I should give him a break from me?” He was grateful for his moirail, he truly was. Though at times he felt as if…well, he felt as if he were too much of a hassle, too annoying, and even too troublesome really.

At this thought, the young troll’s ears drooped down slightly, him hugging his knees as his usual bouts of depression started to sink in once again. He hated feeling depressed, and it was why he tried his best to stay as happy as possible. But even he couldn’t help but feel this sense of dread every now and then. Even someone like him couldn’t keep himself entirely happy forever.

Without a moment’s notice, he simply let his arms drop from his knees, and simply stood. He had to try and fight back this depressive bout, less that other personality came out. He frowned at this, but said nothing as he simply turned around and looked at the soot covered walls. Good…his equations were still in place. Then he turned to the computer, biting his lip as he compensated on what he should do. Should he bother the alchemist? Or was it best to leave things as they were and give him the usual silence?

After a minute, it just…simply became too much for him. He simply adjusted the stitched up lab coat on his shoulders, so that they wouldn’t fall over, and sat down at the computer. He didn’t realize how eager he was to have some sort of conversation, if any at all as his fingers tapped away at the keyboard incessantly.

— anarchistExperimentations [AE] began trolling enrapturedAlchemist [EA] —

AE: Hey /\l/\eve!

AE: I…uh…don’t know if I’m bothering you right now

AE: JuSt thought I would uh…S/\y hi…or Something…

He sat back against the computer chair, somewhat nervous to the other’s reply. Just a simple conversation was all he wanted. Even if he was told to leave him be, he was fine with that. Just…as long as he had some sort of conversation, he would be fine.

Alaeve was worried. Intensely worried. He’d even taken on biting at his fingers through his sleeves to vent his anxiety.

It wasn’t like his moirail to remain inactive for so long, and the silence looming was a foreboding sign that maybe something had happened. Maybe something bad had occurred and his moirail was in trouble and he was none the wiser. This feeling of helplessness merely aroused more conciliatory pity from him, and made him completely unable to focus. He’d moved his hands to try and type, but his glasses kept on fogging up and he had no clue why. Or perhaps it was simply a figment of his imagination and he was truly flipping all proverbial shits as badly as he imagined, if not worse.

He gnawed on his lip with his short but serrated teeth, making a bit of a nervous whimper in the back of his throat as he measured out some sodium bicarbonate, tapping it into a phial and setting it aside before picking up a couple herbs and pulling out his ingredient journal. He heaved a heavy sigh, brows knitting together as he started writing, only to pause after a flourish of the ‘t’ he had been writing. He lost his thoughts yet again as he glanced towards his husktop.

He opened his mouth, his single eye focusing on the screen, focusing on his contacts and his worry increased when there was no window popping up, alerting him that his tall, gangly, silly moirail was there and talking to him, even through text, because he was legitimately worried over his moirail.

“… Nikita—”

And then there was text appearing and he had never dropped what he had been doing that fast in his life. Excitedly, unable to help the grin that crossed on his face, he read the text and his fingers were twitching with the edge to respond, the desire to reassure and give his moirail company because it was for him too. He needed to be sure his moirail was okay.

EA: niikiTa!!!
EA: ii waas soo woorried. thaaT soomething haad haappened. oor soomething!!! 
EA: <> <> <> <>
EA: hoow aare yoou? iive beeen aalmosT waaiTing foor yoou Too saay soomething aall daay!!! >:T!!!
EA: goosh iive been woorried beecause.
EA: weell aanyways.
EA: yooure nooT iinTerrupTing wiith aanything, ookay?? yoou neever aare.
EA: hoow aare yoou? iis yoour luusus nooT hoome aagain? <:T

He had sat, and he had waited, even going so far as to start getting up and pacing once more. Even if he hadn’t sent the message to his moirail just barely a few seconds, it still made him anxious that he was bothering him again. He…didn’t know where the thoughts were coming from, but he just had been having that paranoia the entire day. He was being annoying, his childishness was getting on Alaeve’s nerves—

He stopped himself, shaking his head. No…if that were the case, his one eyed friend would have said something…wouldn’t he? At the sound of the Trollian alerting him that his own friend had he replied, he jumped slightly at the sound as it had been loud enough to tear him away from his own thoughts. His own sense of relief was overwhelming as he eagerly went over to the husktop once more.

But…what to say? He didn’t expect his moirail to actually watch his patterns, or anything of the sort. So when he said that he had been waiting for him, he couldn’t help but be happy about it. He was even happy at the fact that he wasn’t bugging him, or anything. He didn’t know where these odd bouts of paranoia were coming from, but they were instantly eased as he laughed a bit at himself really.

AE: OopS. I didn’t me/\n to worry you

AE: I’m Sorry /\l/\eve :(

AE: /\nd I’ve MiSSed you too buddy! :D

AE:<> <> <> <> <> <> <>~

AE: /\nd if you Say So. I don’t know where thiS odd bout of p/\r/\noi/\ came from

AE: But it’S gre/\t to he/\r from you!

AE: /\nd…ye/\h…he h/\Sn’t been home in /\lmoSt two d/\yS :(

AE: But you won’t believe the cool Stuff I’ve found, dude!

AE: It’S /\m/\zing!

At the comment of his lusus, his ears had drooped slightly from their usual happy stance. He was lonely, and he missed his lusus greatly. But he wouldn’t be one to mess up the mood from something like that. In that instant, he merely cheered himself up again as he was reminded of the stuff he actually had found around the frozen tundra he called home.

It was quiet in Nikita’s hive. Then again…wasn’t it always? Well, not really actually. There was usually the tinkering of containers, the pouring of liquids, and at times the usual explosions of his experiments here and there. Hell, there was even the usual typing of his own keyboard whenever he would talk to Alaeve. But today it was different. He merely sat in a small space, his knees lifted up as his legs were only half way spread out as his back was against the soot covered walls that had been that way for who knows how long. Nikita seemed to be in thought for something. And he was. He was mostly paranoid about how he acted at times now.

He had always been one to talk, to be outgoing, and even go adventuring now and then with his lusus. Well…he used to anyways. His lusus had been coming back less and less, being gone from a few minutes, to a few hours, and eventually from days on end. So really he was…well, a bit lonely at times. It was always quiet in the hive…that was why the poor thing would purposely make things explode. Not only because he enjoyed to make such odd concoctions, but also to compensate for the lack of noise. Just so that it wouldn’t feel as lonesome. He was so eager for contact from anywhere, even through his usual Trollian to talk to Alaeve. And that was something he would have normally done, chatting with his pal from the moment he got up, till the moment they decided that sleep was necessary and logged off for the night.

But today, he did no such thing. He started to to think so much about how he and Alaeve would start the day and realized that…Alaeve was almost always busy. And with that thought in place, he started to wonder to himself, “Am I bothering him? Am I being a nuisance? He has a life too…maybe I should give him a break from me?” He was grateful for his moirail, he truly was. Though at times he felt as if…well, he felt as if he were too much of a hassle, too annoying, and even too troublesome really.

At this thought, the young troll’s ears drooped down slightly, him hugging his knees as his usual bouts of depression started to sink in once again. He hated feeling depressed, and it was why he tried his best to stay as happy as possible. But even he couldn’t help but feel this sense of dread every now and then. Even someone like him couldn’t keep himself entirely happy forever.

Without a moment’s notice, he simply let his arms drop from his knees, and simply stood. He had to try and fight back this depressive bout, less that other personality came out. He frowned at this, but said nothing as he simply turned around and looked at the soot covered walls. Good…his equations were still in place. Then he turned to the computer, biting his lip as he compensated on what he should do. Should he bother the alchemist? Or was it best to leave things as they were and give him the usual silence?

After a minute, it just…simply became too much for him. He simply adjusted the stitched up lab coat on his shoulders, so that they wouldn’t fall over, and sat down at the computer. He didn’t realize how eager he was to have some sort of conversation, if any at all as his fingers tapped away at the keyboard incessantly.

— anarchistExperimentations [AE] began trolling enrapturedAlchemist [EA] —

AE: Hey /\l/\eve!

AE: I…uh…don’t know if I’m bothering you right now

AE: JuSt thought I would uh…S/\y hi…or Something…

He sat back against the computer chair, somewhat nervous to the other’s reply. Just a simple conversation was all he wanted. Even if he was told to leave him be, he was fine with that. Just…as long as he had some sort of conversation, he would be fine.

Oh! Hi there Str/\nge cre/\ture! Hmm…th/\t would be my chemiStry /\nd h/\nging out with /\l/\eve~ <>

Well, you could be called that by a lot of people, and they’re right; you’re pretty fucking unorthodox in a lot of the shit that you do. And, well, there’s a shit ton that you do. But you do have a name, like other people around here.

==> Enter name.

Your name is NIKITA SULFIR and as mentioned before, YOU’RE A SCIENTIST, as you usually have jars filled with BODY PARTS just in case you or someone you know is IN NEED OF A NEW ONE. You mostly specialize in CHEMISTRY and you are RATHER GOOD AT IT but because of your childish nature, you have a bad habit of causing SHIT TO EXPLODE IN YOUR FACE. LITERALLY. This causes your body to have HORRIBLE SCORCH MARKS around your FACE AND ARMS. This is also the reason for your clothing being so FUCKED UP as bits and pieces were blown off, and you’ve had to STITCH THEM BACK TOGETHER. Needless to say, YOU’RE NOT THE GREATEST TAILOR. 

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