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[center][b]DAY 6[/b][/center]
Sedna wrinkles her face in confusion, then sneezes.
“Warden bless,” you say. You think that’s how icicles reference their deity, but you’re not entirely sure. Sedna buries her nose into the scarf around her neck and snuffles slightly.
“Thanks,” she says, pulling her face out of the scarf. You’re not really sure why she did that, but it seems to have been calming to her.
“Last night..." she trails off, and you nod encouragingly. “I was... looking for something. Something had smelled off, I think?” Her face is scrunched up, as if trying to remember is physically strenuous for her. You nod again, hoping that not interrupting her will help her remember better.
“Yeah, something smelled off? So I followed the smell. I can’t tell you what it smelled like, but if I smelled it again I’d know.” Sedna squints at the end of her scarf, and then looks at you.
“There’s goo on my scarf.”
You’re not sure what the significance of the goo on her scarf is, but you nod anyway. It seems important.
“It was... cold? And,” Sedna pauses to sniff her scarf again. This is the single most confusing interview so far, and you are very lost. “And I hit my face.”
You nod again. You have no idea what any of this means, but you’re not interrupting her, just in case she says something important. In the novels, this is the sort of witness that becomes integral because they’ve seen something important that they don’t remember.
But, after a few minutes of silence, you realize that Sedna’s done speaking. Hoping it hasn’t been enough time for her to forget what she was talking about, you decide to ask a few questions and hope they don’t throw her concentration off.
“Do you know when you hit your face?” you ask first, hoping it’s a simple enough question to start off with.
“Hm. Maybe,” she sniffs her scarf again. “About 15 hours, I’d say?”
So, right around moonset. Of course.
“And,” you say, “can you tell how long the goo’s been on your sweater?”
“Also 15 hours, by the smell of it,” Sedna responds, the most confident she’s been for the entire conversation.
“Brilliant. Thank you, Sedna, you’ve been a huge help,” you say, hoping to end this conversation. Sedna seems lovely, but you need to know what happened last night, and she’s the one who’s least likely to know.
That being said, there is something you’d like to ask her to do.
“Would you be willing to look around the western wing of the Fortress with me once I’m done with the interviews?”
Sedna blinks slowly, then smiles. “Sure,” she says, then begins plodding herself out, the floracat between her wings purring happily. Next to you, your fox yips.
When the door closes behind her, you shove your head into your hands and groan. That was excruciating, and you hope asking her to sniff around with you hadn’t been a huge mistake.
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DAY 6
Sedna wrinkles her face in confusion, then sneezes.
“Warden bless,” you say. You think that’s how icicles reference their deity, but you’re not entirely sure. Sedna buries her nose into the scarf around her neck and snuffles slightly.
“Thanks,” she says, pulling her face out of the scarf. You’re not really sure why she did that, but it seems to have been calming to her.
“Last night..." she trails off, and you nod encouragingly. “I was... looking for something. Something had smelled off, I think?” Her face is scrunched up, as if trying to remember is physically strenuous for her. You nod again, hoping that not interrupting her will help her remember better.
“Yeah, something smelled off? So I followed the smell. I can’t tell you what it smelled like, but if I smelled it again I’d know.” Sedna squints at the end of her scarf, and then looks at you.
“There’s goo on my scarf.”
You’re not sure what the significance of the goo on her scarf is, but you nod anyway. It seems important.
“It was... cold? And,” Sedna pauses to sniff her scarf again. This is the single most confusing interview so far, and you are very lost. “And I hit my face.”
You nod again. You have no idea what any of this means, but you’re not interrupting her, just in case she says something important. In the novels, this is the sort of witness that becomes integral because they’ve seen something important that they don’t remember.
But, after a few minutes of silence, you realize that Sedna’s done speaking. Hoping it hasn’t been enough time for her to forget what she was talking about, you decide to ask a few questions and hope they don’t throw her concentration off.
“Do you know when you hit your face?” you ask first, hoping it’s a simple enough question to start off with.
“Hm. Maybe,” she sniffs her scarf again. “About 15 hours, I’d say?”
So, right around moonset. Of course.
“And,” you say, “can you tell how long the goo’s been on your sweater?”
“Also 15 hours, by the smell of it,” Sedna responds, the most confident she’s been for the entire conversation.
“Brilliant. Thank you, Sedna, you’ve been a huge help,” you say, hoping to end this conversation. Sedna seems lovely, but you need to know what happened last night, and she’s the one who’s least likely to know.
That being said, there is something you’d like to ask her to do.
“Would you be willing to look around the western wing of the Fortress with me once I’m done with the interviews?”
Sedna blinks slowly, then smiles. “Sure,” she says, then begins plodding herself out, the floracat between her wings purring happily. Next to you, your fox yips.
When the door closes behind her, you shove your head into your hands and groan. That was excruciating, and you hope asking her to sniff around with you hadn’t been a huge mistake.
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[center][b]DAY 7[/b]
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There’s a bramble guardian on the seat in front of you. You squint at it. Is this the fourth witness? There’s nothing wrong with letting a bramble guardian have access to the western wing of the Fortress, of course, but you’re not entirely sure how you’re supposed to interview it. Especially since there doesn’t seem to be an interpreter. On second thought, you’re not even sure that bramble guardians have a language, much less one that’s translatable.
This is going to be complicated.
Things get even more complicated when a spiral snakes his way around the bramble guardian, hiding it from your sight. He blinks at you, his head resting on top of the coil of his body, and you stare back, slightly frustrated. How are you supposed to interview your witness if you can’t even see him?
Oh, you realize belatedly, feeling rather slow. The spiral [i]is[/i] the witness. That makes sense.
The spiral blinks at you again, and you blink back. You hope he didn’t notice your momentary lack of common sense, but you’re not sure. He seems fairly intelligent.
“Hello,” he murmurs, then continues, too softly for you to hear. You lean in closer, but you still can’t quite make out what he’s saying.
“I’m sorry,” you say when he’s done, “would you mind repeating that, but like... twice as loudly?”
He winces, and you immediately feel bad.
“Sorry,” he says, this time at a normal volume. You sigh in relief. “I always forget how quiet the air is in here.”
That’s an odd thing to say, but you let it pass without comment.
“I’m Stigandr, and I’ve lived here since just after Rockbreaker’s,” he starts, adjusting the large goggles that sit on his face. “I uh. I’m kinda a cleaner?”
You stare at the coiled noodle across from you. He looks so soft, you had no idea that he was a trained killer. You didn’t even know that was a thing that people did in the Fortress of Ends; you assumed the Gaolers would be adept enough at dispatching any enemies themselves and wouldn’t need to hire another dragon. You, apparently, were wrong.
Stigandr, oblivious to your shock, continues. “Gaolers leave fluff... everywhere. It’s a huge problem. But it’s so soft, so I don’t mind cleaning it up, really.”
You can’t believe this seemingly innocent dragon can talk in coded language about assassinations so calmly. It’s slightly terrifying, but also weirdly... cute?
“I work at night, of course,” Stigandr goes on, and you nod. That makes a lot of sense, of course. Assassinations always happen during the night--even hatchies know that. “And last night, I was in the west wing, cleaning up after yesterday--”
“Wait,” you interrupt, “what happened yesterday?”
“A minor Horrorbeast escaped,” says Stigandr nonchalantly, which makes him even more terrifying and even more oddly adorable. You frown slightly, which Stigandr luckily misses. “It happens all the time,” he says, and you nod.
“So, you were in the west wing cleaning up?” you prompt. You’re fascinated by this unassuming assassin.
“Yeah, and around moonset, there was this huge clatter, seemingly from every direction at once. I fritzed out, and next thing I knew, I was in a cauldron.”
Wait hold up. There seemed to be a lot of time missing in that story.
“Fritzed?” you ask skeptically.
“When I get spooked, I react... badly,” Stigandr explains. “I don’t usually remember what happens, just how awful I feel and how badly I need to get away. I got spooked by the noise, and then I remember the cauldron. That’s about it. Sorry.”
You stare at Stigandr, completely unimpressed. First of all, he’s obviously leaving parts of the story out--he’d said he’d been “cleaning up” last night, but hasn’t yet mentioned that in the story. Secondly, he’s your second witness who claims to not remember a significant portion of last night, which really doesn’t look good for you at all.
Thirdly, the bramble guardian is now sitting on his head, and it looks very silly.
You nod, though, hoping your lack of enthusiasm isn’t coming through. This is looking less and less like a good case to start your detective career with, but you can hardly back out now.
“Thanks for your help, Stigandr. If I need you further, can I find you?” you say, resisting the urge to massage your temples. This was really too much.
“Of course,” Stigandr says, uncoiling himself and moving to the door, fidgeting with his goggles again.
When the door closes behind him, you groan out loud. What sort of assassin spooks and ends up in a cauldron?
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DAY 7
There’s a bramble guardian on the seat in front of you. You squint at it. Is this the fourth witness? There’s nothing wrong with letting a bramble guardian have access to the western wing of the Fortress, of course, but you’re not entirely sure how you’re supposed to interview it. Especially since there doesn’t seem to be an interpreter. On second thought, you’re not even sure that bramble guardians have a language, much less one that’s translatable.
This is going to be complicated.
Things get even more complicated when a spiral snakes his way around the bramble guardian, hiding it from your sight. He blinks at you, his head resting on top of the coil of his body, and you stare back, slightly frustrated. How are you supposed to interview your witness if you can’t even see him?
Oh, you realize belatedly, feeling rather slow. The spiral
is the witness. That makes sense.
The spiral blinks at you again, and you blink back. You hope he didn’t notice your momentary lack of common sense, but you’re not sure. He seems fairly intelligent.
“Hello,” he murmurs, then continues, too softly for you to hear. You lean in closer, but you still can’t quite make out what he’s saying.
“I’m sorry,” you say when he’s done, “would you mind repeating that, but like... twice as loudly?”
He winces, and you immediately feel bad.
“Sorry,” he says, this time at a normal volume. You sigh in relief. “I always forget how quiet the air is in here.”
That’s an odd thing to say, but you let it pass without comment.
“I’m Stigandr, and I’ve lived here since just after Rockbreaker’s,” he starts, adjusting the large goggles that sit on his face. “I uh. I’m kinda a cleaner?”
You stare at the coiled noodle across from you. He looks so soft, you had no idea that he was a trained killer. You didn’t even know that was a thing that people did in the Fortress of Ends; you assumed the Gaolers would be adept enough at dispatching any enemies themselves and wouldn’t need to hire another dragon. You, apparently, were wrong.
Stigandr, oblivious to your shock, continues. “Gaolers leave fluff... everywhere. It’s a huge problem. But it’s so soft, so I don’t mind cleaning it up, really.”
You can’t believe this seemingly innocent dragon can talk in coded language about assassinations so calmly. It’s slightly terrifying, but also weirdly... cute?
“I work at night, of course,” Stigandr goes on, and you nod. That makes a lot of sense, of course. Assassinations always happen during the night--even hatchies know that. “And last night, I was in the west wing, cleaning up after yesterday--”
“Wait,” you interrupt, “what happened yesterday?”
“A minor Horrorbeast escaped,” says Stigandr nonchalantly, which makes him even more terrifying and even more oddly adorable. You frown slightly, which Stigandr luckily misses. “It happens all the time,” he says, and you nod.
“So, you were in the west wing cleaning up?” you prompt. You’re fascinated by this unassuming assassin.
“Yeah, and around moonset, there was this huge clatter, seemingly from every direction at once. I fritzed out, and next thing I knew, I was in a cauldron.”
Wait hold up. There seemed to be a lot of time missing in that story.
“Fritzed?” you ask skeptically.
“When I get spooked, I react... badly,” Stigandr explains. “I don’t usually remember what happens, just how awful I feel and how badly I need to get away. I got spooked by the noise, and then I remember the cauldron. That’s about it. Sorry.”
You stare at Stigandr, completely unimpressed. First of all, he’s obviously leaving parts of the story out--he’d said he’d been “cleaning up” last night, but hasn’t yet mentioned that in the story. Secondly, he’s your second witness who claims to not remember a significant portion of last night, which really doesn’t look good for you at all.
Thirdly, the bramble guardian is now sitting on his head, and it looks very silly.
You nod, though, hoping your lack of enthusiasm isn’t coming through. This is looking less and less like a good case to start your detective career with, but you can hardly back out now.
“Thanks for your help, Stigandr. If I need you further, can I find you?” you say, resisting the urge to massage your temples. This was really too much.
“Of course,” Stigandr says, uncoiling himself and moving to the door, fidgeting with his goggles again.
When the door closes behind him, you groan out loud. What sort of assassin spooks and ends up in a cauldron?
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Bahahahahahahahahaaa... I'm now imagining what kind of movie The Professional would have made with the addition of a soft unassuming spiral :) Loving this story, glad it will continue!
me: silly detective, stigandr is just a cute janitor!
me: ....but is he really?
<cue spooky music>
me: silly detective, stigandr is just a cute janitor!
me: ....but is he really?
<cue spooky music>
yeah but cutest janitor can kill with cuteness solely right ?
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yeah but cutest janitor can kill with cuteness solely right ?
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[center][b]DAY 8[/b]
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The door opens slowly with the slight creaking noise you’ve become accustomed to. By your counts, this should be the last interview, and then you can go look at the crime scenes yourself. You shiver; this is very exciting.
“Hello,” says a measured voice from the doorway, and you turn to look at the speaker.
It’s a skydancer, holding a tome to her chest like it’s a sacred relic of some sort. You smile--the right tomes are brilliant artefacts, truly, and you’re glad your next witness seems a little... more conventional than most of your previous witnesses.
“Hello! Come have a seat,” you say brightly, gesturing at the chair across from you. The skydancer does so, and a lux spectre floats after her. You glance warily at your fox, who likes to chase things that float and things that glow. The lux spectre both floats and glows, so it’s a worthy cause for concern.
Luckily, your fox is busy trying to eat its tail, and it’s dutifully getting ink all over the parchment as it does so. It is such a dedicated scribe, and you’re very fortunate to have a familiar that’s so talented.
“I’m Lakshmi.” The skydancer interrupts the meaningful eye contact you were having with your fox to introduce herself, and you feel a brief spike of annoyance before you remember why you’re here. You have a job now, and you can make meaningful eye contact with your fox once the mystery is solved.
“Hi, Lakshmi. Why did you have access to the west wing?” You decide starting off with the backstory probably makes for the best narrative, because then there’s no need to interrupt to ask for context or clarification. Hopefully.
“I designed the guard rota. I’m transient right now, in a scholarly fashion,” and here, Lakshmi makes a sort of self-deprecating motion, and you notice the color of her eyes. Wind, of course, like most Skydancers, but Wind dragons don’t generally design guard rotas. You look at her, considering, but she notices.
Well, she’s certainly more observant than the rest of the witnesses. That’s promising.
“I had delusions of grandeur, you might say, about warfare. I loved reading about battle tactics as a hatchling, and when I was of an age I thought was appropriate for setting off on my own, I did so,” Lakshmi says this all very matter-of-factly, but it seems vaguely scornful.
“I assume it was not an appropriate age to go off on your own?” you ask, hoping to lighten the mood with an admittedly weak joke. Lakshmi snorts slightly, though, so it was probably a success.
“No, it absolutely was not. I could barely fly, much less feed myself. I got so malnourished that I will have lifelong pain in my forelegs, and one of my wings was broken and never set properly.” Lakshmi says this as though it’s damning information, and holds up her forelegs for you to see. They’re wrapped in something, close enough to the color of her feathers that you hadn’t noticed them until she pointed them out, and a delicate band of lace sits on top to draw attention away from the wraps. It’s all rather well-done, aesthetically.
“So, how did that lead you to designing guard rotas?” you ask, hoping to get back on track. As fascinating as Lakshmi’s life story sounds, it is unfortunately not why you’re here, and it’s also not going to find the crowns for you.
“I eventually realized that I had decided on the course of my life without enough information, and that it was therefore an awful conclusion that I had reached. From that, I deduced that there was no way for me to make a good decision without gathering all of the information that I could,” Lakshmi explains, fidgeting with the cuffs on her wrists.
You nod; it makes sense, but you’re not sure what else to say.
“I’m travelling to all of the flights, now, and I’m going to learn as much as I can about each of them. Ice is last on my list, actually, partly because it’s the hardest to get to but also because I was so worried about getting enough food in the Icefields.”
You haven’t had any trouble so far with food, but it’s all been given to you by the people planning the Gala. You try not to be ashamed of your lack of awareness--you had no idea food was so hard to come by down here.
“I found the Fortress by happy accident, actually, and when they asked what I had to trade I said I had extensive theoretical knowledge of military tactics. So they said that if I set up a guard rota in a specific hallway for a month, they’d feed me and let me stay inside until the Gala.”
“I had no idea theoretical military tactics covered designing a guard rota,” you joke.
Lakshmi shifts, and you clap your hand over your mouth. “It doesn’t,” she admits, and you wince. Way to lighten the mood.
“But I was starving; I needed help and if I had to design a guard rota to do it, it was going to be the best Warden-spelled guard rota they’d ever seen.” Lakshmi says this very intensely, and you stare at her. Her bones look so thin they might snap if you bump into her wrong, but she’s got so much emotion inside of her. It’s impressive.
“Except it wasn’t, was it?” you ask, knowing where this is going.
“No,” Lakshmi sighed, “the whole point of a guard rota is to guard something, and having it be stolen is kind of the worst kind of failure.”
“Valid,” you say, “that sucks. Can we go over everything that happened last night, in detail?”
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DAY 8
The door opens slowly with the slight creaking noise you’ve become accustomed to. By your counts, this should be the last interview, and then you can go look at the crime scenes yourself. You shiver; this is very exciting.
“Hello,” says a measured voice from the doorway, and you turn to look at the speaker.
It’s a skydancer, holding a tome to her chest like it’s a sacred relic of some sort. You smile--the right tomes are brilliant artefacts, truly, and you’re glad your next witness seems a little... more conventional than most of your previous witnesses.
“Hello! Come have a seat,” you say brightly, gesturing at the chair across from you. The skydancer does so, and a lux spectre floats after her. You glance warily at your fox, who likes to chase things that float and things that glow. The lux spectre both floats and glows, so it’s a worthy cause for concern.
Luckily, your fox is busy trying to eat its tail, and it’s dutifully getting ink all over the parchment as it does so. It is such a dedicated scribe, and you’re very fortunate to have a familiar that’s so talented.
“I’m Lakshmi.” The skydancer interrupts the meaningful eye contact you were having with your fox to introduce herself, and you feel a brief spike of annoyance before you remember why you’re here. You have a job now, and you can make meaningful eye contact with your fox once the mystery is solved.
“Hi, Lakshmi. Why did you have access to the west wing?” You decide starting off with the backstory probably makes for the best narrative, because then there’s no need to interrupt to ask for context or clarification. Hopefully.
“I designed the guard rota. I’m transient right now, in a scholarly fashion,” and here, Lakshmi makes a sort of self-deprecating motion, and you notice the color of her eyes. Wind, of course, like most Skydancers, but Wind dragons don’t generally design guard rotas. You look at her, considering, but she notices.
Well, she’s certainly more observant than the rest of the witnesses. That’s promising.
“I had delusions of grandeur, you might say, about warfare. I loved reading about battle tactics as a hatchling, and when I was of an age I thought was appropriate for setting off on my own, I did so,” Lakshmi says this all very matter-of-factly, but it seems vaguely scornful.
“I assume it was not an appropriate age to go off on your own?” you ask, hoping to lighten the mood with an admittedly weak joke. Lakshmi snorts slightly, though, so it was probably a success.
“No, it absolutely was not. I could barely fly, much less feed myself. I got so malnourished that I will have lifelong pain in my forelegs, and one of my wings was broken and never set properly.” Lakshmi says this as though it’s damning information, and holds up her forelegs for you to see. They’re wrapped in something, close enough to the color of her feathers that you hadn’t noticed them until she pointed them out, and a delicate band of lace sits on top to draw attention away from the wraps. It’s all rather well-done, aesthetically.
“So, how did that lead you to designing guard rotas?” you ask, hoping to get back on track. As fascinating as Lakshmi’s life story sounds, it is unfortunately not why you’re here, and it’s also not going to find the crowns for you.
“I eventually realized that I had decided on the course of my life without enough information, and that it was therefore an awful conclusion that I had reached. From that, I deduced that there was no way for me to make a good decision without gathering all of the information that I could,” Lakshmi explains, fidgeting with the cuffs on her wrists.
You nod; it makes sense, but you’re not sure what else to say.
“I’m travelling to all of the flights, now, and I’m going to learn as much as I can about each of them. Ice is last on my list, actually, partly because it’s the hardest to get to but also because I was so worried about getting enough food in the Icefields.”
You haven’t had any trouble so far with food, but it’s all been given to you by the people planning the Gala. You try not to be ashamed of your lack of awareness--you had no idea food was so hard to come by down here.
“I found the Fortress by happy accident, actually, and when they asked what I had to trade I said I had extensive theoretical knowledge of military tactics. So they said that if I set up a guard rota in a specific hallway for a month, they’d feed me and let me stay inside until the Gala.”
“I had no idea theoretical military tactics covered designing a guard rota,” you joke.
Lakshmi shifts, and you clap your hand over your mouth. “It doesn’t,” she admits, and you wince. Way to lighten the mood.
“But I was starving; I needed help and if I had to design a guard rota to do it, it was going to be the best Warden-spelled guard rota they’d ever seen.” Lakshmi says this very intensely, and you stare at her. Her bones look so thin they might snap if you bump into her wrong, but she’s got so much emotion inside of her. It’s impressive.
“Except it wasn’t, was it?” you ask, knowing where this is going.
“No,” Lakshmi sighed, “the whole point of a guard rota is to guard something, and having it be stolen is kind of the worst kind of failure.”
“Valid,” you say, “that sucks. Can we go over everything that happened last night, in detail?”
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oh god okay this is gna be a ride. but i promised myself that once the push was over i'd do this, so i'm going to. apologies for the length, in advance.
side note: i'm honestly shocked at how many people are interested in my awful self-insert second-person pov dragon neopets fanfiction?? thank you all for partaking in this awful mystery story with me <3
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@brighteningskies
ty! i hope you've been able to live vicariously through our intrepid protagonist, who definitely knows what they are doing 100% yes ma'am
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@retrace
i'm glad you relate to this disaster child. also thank you for commenting so much??? i thrive off of validation
also you definitely connected the dots. that meme made me snort when i saw it at 5am my time, so thank you for including it
sometimes??? janitors just enjoy their jobs and "cleaning up" has no other meaning???? (of course sometimes assassins are very good at acting unassuming and talking in code, so...)
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@Spinoride
thank you! i hope you've enjoyed the rest of it equally as much o/
sometimes suspicious blobs are just what they appear to be... other times, of course, they are not. which time this happens to be is as of yet unclear to our protagonist, but they assure me that they will figure it out by the time the gala ends
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@Yuubi
there's no birdcrying emoji here so [emoji=heart size=1]
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@betty
i have loved tama since i came across her (i believe i was lore stalking an earth push? unsure tho) and i am so glad she is bringing her a-game to finding these unscrupulous criminals
sedna is soft and lovely?? she's just trying her best, and needs to get the goo off of her scarf now. luckily, rose is willing to help her.
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@Welgan
i just dropped you a forum comment to thank you for checking out the dragon bios, but thank you also for commenting here ^.^ the validation means a lot. lots of hugs and cookies back o/
sedna is getting a lot of support, so do not worry about her! she has her scarf, her floracat, and a group of dragons who are used to reintroducing themselves to tundras (it is not uncommon, and no one takes offense). she is currently cuddling with her icewarden plushie, happily eating some tundra cacti.
i don't think stigandr's ever killed anyone with cuteness? of course, who knows what seemingly innocent spirals can get up to in the dead of night...
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@JinxMoonstone
tysm?? you're the best [emoji=heart size=1]
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@Aradan
i can't believe crim is a criminal?? i can't believe no one noticed beforehand??? i mean,, CRIMinal,,, it makes sense,,,,, how could we have been so blind,,,,,,
and ty for enjoying the story! having people read what i write is one of the best things imo
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@BunnySox
thank you! it's a blast to write, and i'm so glad you're enjoying it ^.^
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@TempestDragon
[emoji=heart size=1] thank you!
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@sockmonkeygerald
i have somehow never seen that movie despite it having almost everything i like in a movie (assassinations, assassins, the mob, vengeful 12 year olds, natalie portman, a car chase) (ok i have no idea if it has a car chase but i'm assuming). thank you for a good post-gala movie night choice; i'm looking forward to it o/
that aside, stigandr would make a great addition to any movie. he's cute, likes soft things, and has cool goggles, which are the three most important traits that any character needs. perhaps he would be a little out of place among the mob, but who knows? the ice flight might very well just be a big mob, and we'd all be completely clueless
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also just a note for @wingworm -- postmodern appreciated the compliment ^.^
oh god okay this is gna be a ride. but i promised myself that once the push was over i'd do this, so i'm going to. apologies for the length, in advance.
side note: i'm honestly shocked at how many people are interested in my awful self-insert second-person pov dragon neopets fanfiction?? thank you all for partaking in this awful mystery story with me <3
@
brighteningskies
ty! i hope you've been able to live vicariously through our intrepid protagonist, who definitely knows what they are doing 100% yes ma'am
@
retrace
i'm glad you relate to this disaster child. also thank you for commenting so much??? i thrive off of validation
also you definitely connected the dots. that meme made me snort when i saw it at 5am my time, so thank you for including it
sometimes??? janitors just enjoy their jobs and "cleaning up" has no other meaning???? (of course sometimes assassins are very good at acting unassuming and talking in code, so...)
@
Spinoride
thank you! i hope you've enjoyed the rest of it equally as much o/
sometimes suspicious blobs are just what they appear to be... other times, of course, they are not. which time this happens to be is as of yet unclear to our protagonist, but they assure me that they will figure it out by the time the gala ends
@
Yuubi
there's no birdcrying emoji here so
@
betty
i have loved tama since i came across her (i believe i was lore stalking an earth push? unsure tho) and i am so glad she is bringing her a-game to finding these unscrupulous criminals
sedna is soft and lovely?? she's just trying her best, and needs to get the goo off of her scarf now. luckily, rose is willing to help her.
@
Welgan
i just dropped you a forum comment to thank you for checking out the dragon bios, but thank you also for commenting here ^.^ the validation means a lot. lots of hugs and cookies back o/
sedna is getting a lot of support, so do not worry about her! she has her scarf, her floracat, and a group of dragons who are used to reintroducing themselves to tundras (it is not uncommon, and no one takes offense). she is currently cuddling with her icewarden plushie, happily eating some tundra cacti.
i don't think stigandr's ever killed anyone with cuteness? of course, who knows what seemingly innocent spirals can get up to in the dead of night...
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JinxMoonstone
tysm?? you're the best
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Aradan
i can't believe crim is a criminal?? i can't believe no one noticed beforehand??? i mean,, CRIMinal,,, it makes sense,,,,, how could we have been so blind,,,,,,
and ty for enjoying the story! having people read what i write is one of the best things imo
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BunnySox
thank you! it's a blast to write, and i'm so glad you're enjoying it ^.^
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TempestDragon
thank you!
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sockmonkeygerald
i have somehow never seen that movie despite it having almost everything i like in a movie (assassinations, assassins, the mob, vengeful 12 year olds, natalie portman, a car chase) (ok i have no idea if it has a car chase but i'm assuming). thank you for a good post-gala movie night choice; i'm looking forward to it o/
that aside, stigandr would make a great addition to any movie. he's cute, likes soft things, and has cool goggles, which are the three most important traits that any character needs. perhaps he would be a little out of place among the mob, but who knows? the ice flight might very well just be a big mob, and we'd all be completely clueless
also just a note for @
wingworm -- postmodern appreciated the compliment ^.^
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TempestDragon
i am not the genius who came up with it (@/october is), but it made my night significantly better when i saw it sdfljsldfj
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TempestDragon
i am not the genius who came up with it (@/october is), but it made my night significantly better when i saw it sdfljsldfj