====> Choire: whip them into submission

Your name is Choire Nevron

You are currently on STAGE, about to perform a thrilling SHOW for trolls of all ages!
Your graceful moves and cruelty oughtta get those BLOODPUSHERS pumpin'!

You are the ringleader in your own private ENTERTAINMENT TENT, your specialty are GRUESOME EXECUTIONS
The gorier the better! Your customers relish in bloodshed!
Your STAGEHANDS have prepared the perfect SCENE for you
Your pray lay scattered, cowering beside small PROPS

As you prepare your trusty BLADED WHIP to leave the podium and start the SHOW, you sing into your VOICEAMPLIFIER

Choire: ♪ YOU RUN BUT YOU C▲NNOT HIDE ♫
Choire:  ♪ ON YOUR HINDJOINTS, GO LICK UP THE SLIME ♫
Choire:  ♪ YOUR M▲STER HAS ▲RRIVED ♫

====> Choire: Perform a most thrilling show

Yes, that's the plan
You descend your GRAND STAIRCASE as you crack the BLADEWHIP on the air, following the musical cues

Choire: ♪ I ▲M THE CRE▲TOR OF ▲LL P▲IN ▲ND SORROW ♫
Choire: ♪ I'M OUT TO GET YOUR SOUL ♫
Choire: ♪ ▲ND ONCE YOU SEE ME ▲LL HOPE IS DE▲D ♫
Choire: ♪ FOR ▲LL YOUR DRE▲MS THERE'S NO TOMORROW ♫


You don't need to extend your PSIIONIC POWERS to know where your preys are hiding
You have been in the job long enough to predict their hiding spots without the need of PSYCHIC POWERS
It would be no fun to cut the chase though
You do a quick dance just in front of the pedestal you descended from a moment earlier
Suddenly, your PSIIONIC POWERS extend the length of your whip and you shoot it foreward, grabbing onto a PROP SPIRE AND PULLING
It dislodges and reveals a terrified BRONZEBLOOD TROLL, who immediately runs for cover further along the stage
You laugh maniacally as the audience cheers

====> Pick a random member of the audience for a hands-on execution

This is a novel idea, but it could work

You call for the audience to join you, hundreds of hands shoot up at once
You extend your psiionics to the floor of the entertainment tent and pick a troll at random
You tug at their hand and invite them on stage with you
The troll is an indigoblood girl, young, probably around 6 sweeps
She is carrying a cheap replica of your bladed whip, but you think it will be enough

Choire: ♪ DR▲IN ▲LL THE BLOOD ▲ND GIVE THE KIDS ▲ SHOW ♫
Choire: ♪ YOU C▲N S▲Y A PR▲YER IF YOU NEED TO ♫

====>"Assist" her in doing the deed

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SC: H e l l o  m i l a d y

You don't have any communication device on you, so you have no way of knowing you are currently getting trolled
Your psiionic powers work by moving matter or altering it's state to a degree. You can also "feel" the presence of objects when you let your power "fall" and flow among the terrain
You can't, however, read minds
And even if you could, you would not waste precious effort on desperate trolls

You take your new ally's hands in yours and feel your power envelop her frail body
When she breaks apart you can move her like a puppet
You show off your dear puppet to the audience by making her do an acrobatic fucking pirouette, much to the thrill of the audience

She wants to sing of her own accord, and you let her
Her voice isn't half bad


You are pretty sure this might be one of your songs from a previous performance, truly this is flattering

Your psiionic assistant trolls use their power to spin the props around you like a hurricaine
This forces the terrified prey to come forward
Your charge moves the whip of her own accord, and you help her along
She proves to be quite skilled at this, maybe she has been practising
When all is done and over, you lower your control over her and she bows to the audience
The spell is broken and the entertainment tent is filled with cheers, some trolls throw plant gonads onto the stage
You bow deeply and so does your charge
After finishing the show you depart back to your respiteblock, while your assistants take care of the cleanup
You admire the new blood stains on your overskirt
Wonderful

====> Examine Room

You have had...troubles with...fans stealing your possessions, so your respiteblock is seemingly as plain as it can be
There is a recuperacoon halfly filled with dry sopor slime and a MULTIHOLDERFURNITUREPIECE that is falling to pieces
That is because this is not your real respiteblock
Despite being a diva, you don't get the respect you deserve!
You use your psiionics to feel along the wall for the stairs orbweaverspidermum made for you
You climb along them to your REAL RESPITEBLOCK
It is hidden atop a ledge that serves as the fake UPPERLIMIT to your fake respiteblock
You have a magnificient recuperacoon filled with top grade soporslime, a bribe from Kalyan
It is shielded from view by curtains made of yellow tulle
Your orbweaverspidermum made them so they're special
Your stuff is neatly piled on shelves on the far side wall. You also keep your trophies there: a few skulls, two femurs, other assorted bones...
Then there's your mirror
You have a special peg to hang your triangle pendant right next to the mirror
Then theres your FASHIONHOLDER, where you keep outfits given to you by admirers

====> Check communication device

You slip into a form fitting black dress with an ochre trim

You seem to have a message from an admirer, however you did promise Kalyan you would cut down the flirting with randoms, so in honour of your ex-matesprit you don't answer

====> Chat with someone else

Oh... that's easy

Your cheeks colour slightly as you type out a message

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TU: ♪ HELLO IT'S ME ♫
TU: ♪ I W▲S WONDERING IF ▲FTER ▲LL THESE YE▲RS YOU'D LIKE TO MEET ♫

====> Fantasize about Kalyan

You sink into your recuperacoon as you remember your ex-matesprit

She's always been so frail, despite her blood status
You cannot help the shudder when pity fills your body
Back when you were together, she used to devote to her duty and her allies
You know she would die for the Royal-V if it were needed
She is really pretty and your blood colours complemented each other beautifully despite being so different
Plus her skin was so soft and she smelled so good
You heard she's changed though
She apparently broke things off with her moirail and has been hanging out with another blueblood troll
She's usually high off her wits too
You stare wistfully at your phone

The reply is taking awfully long to come

====> Start thinking of all the implications of her not answering

You know she's probably in a sopor induced coma but you can't help but worry
You didnt exactly part on the best of terms, so visiting her is out of the question
Maybe you could visit her new Moirail and ask him?
You've heard he's one weird cookie though...

====> Go visit her moirail. He must be good if Kalyan chose him

You captchalogue a travelling bag and some other outfits and makeup essensials when you get a ping from your communicationsdevice


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SC: G̷o̷o̷d̷ ̷M̷o̷r̷n̷i̷n̷g̷, ̷D̷e̷a̷r̷ ̷C̷h̷o̷i̷r̷e̷
SC: P̷l̷e̷a̷s̷e̷ ̷m̷a̷k̷e̷ ̷s̷u̷r̷e̷ ̷t̷o̷ ̷s̷e̷n̷d̷ ̷t̷h̷e̷ ̷f̷l̷e̷s̷h̷ ̷a̷t̷ ̷y̷o̷u̷r̷ ̷e̷a̷r̷l̷i̷e̷s̷t̷ ̷c̷o̷n̷v̷i̷n̷i̷e̷n̷c̷e̷

uh oh

TU: ♪ I'M COMING OVER ♫
TU: ♪ RUNNING EVERY RED LIGHT ♫

===> Descend your makeshift ladder
You run to the main theatre stage still in your ochre fluffy slippers
You assitants have been helpful and organized the corpses of your victims in neat little roads
You captchalogue them and break in a run towards the palace
Kalyan will have to wait

====> Run every red light

After running what feels like a marathon you manage to arrive at the Palace
The guards lead you to Ranije