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Thought Police

Thrixe Varzim | Present Night | Near Bellam Xavier’s Laboratory

Thrixe enjoyed going to Bellam’s lab to learn from the blueblood, and to get his input on wildlife samples and scientific procedure. He was especially grateful for the scientist’s tolerance of his eldritch nature, which had come out recently after an accident with a sample.

Though he grimaced as he recalled how that sample had wound up contaminated by another one, a virus given from someone else who visited the cerulean…

“Hey.”

Thrixe had known they were coming as he walked toward the building Bellam used, but his fins still flicked in slight surprise as he turned to look at the tall hemoanon, stopping as they called out to him and walked up.

“Hello.” He said, slightly cautious as always when they approached. Yes, he was half horrorterror, but Ginger was…disturbing.

He could sense magic now, and while they did seem to have some minor ability with it, their disease aspect wasn’t quite that either, nor psiionics. It was something…inherent. As if a piece of the world were made manifest in one person. It should have killed any individual made to bear it.

Yet the armored troll was fine, when that should have been impossible.

“Sorry about the other night.” They said in their deep voice. “Not that I meant for that to happen. But I understand if you thought I did.”

Thrixe winced; he’d wondered as much.

“Accidents happen.” He admitted hesitantly. “I’ve been guilty of them myself.”

The hemoanon laughed softly.

“Don’t blame you for being uncomfortable. You can probably sense me better than most trolls can.”

He nodded.

Disease growing and fading and dying in ripples. Diseases feeding on themselves and others around in them in the same body, an entire microscopic ecosystem held in one troll.

It wasn’t just that, either.

As much as he tried to shut it out, there was something else. Something emotional, gently simmering like embers on a fire.

“You aren’t going to…do anything, are you?”

He felt their confusion.

“Gonna need some specifics, Thrixe.”

The violet looked in the direction of the blueblood’s lab and waved his hand in a hesitant sort of way.

Ginger paused for a moment, then laughed hard.

“No. Never. I’m not as stiff as you, but I know how it is.”

Thrixe frowned in slight offense.

“It’s an ethical necessity.”

Ginger shrugged. “It’s polite and realistic is all. You really think I’d want to make him uncomfortable? He’s my friend.”

Thrixe nodded, understanding fully.

“You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself, though.” They added, slightly amused.

The hybrid blinked.

“I’m not.”

Ginger snorted deeply.

“I know someone beating themself up for not being normal enough when I see them.”

Thrixe looked away, fins drooping, unable to form a retort.

“It’s good to know what we can and can’t do, folks like us.” They said with a shrug. “You’re aware of that stuff, so why be mean to yourself? Sure, being polite’s important. But you could stand to loosen up a bit.”

Thrixe glared up at the horseman of pestilence, but then his ire faded and he sighed, looking away.

“I’m a lot stranger than you. I have to be careful. At least you’re a troll.” He said, sighing.

“Yeah, and if you actually want to be pure troll I’m not a walking biohazard.” Deadpanned the hemoanon.

Thrixe flushed slightly, caught out.

“Be more honest with other people, and yourself. It’s less of a headache in the long run.”

“Who wants to hear that, though?” Said Thrixe softly. “I’m only accepted by my friends and moirail because I do my best to be normal. I do care about that. I just…don’t want to be that way all the time.”

The armored troll shrugged.

“If they can’t handle that, it’s their job to say so. It’d be sad, sure, but better than a shock down the line.”

Thrixe nodded slowly.

“Advice I got from my ancestor: don’t try and live in other people‘s heads, there’s no room.” They rumbled with amusement.

Thrixe laughed a little.

“So you were raised by them?” He asked, interested.

Ginger nodded.

“All us Mycobas are, assuming we’re found as grubs. I’m sure there’s been a few strays. My old man’s been dead a while, but he was always good to me.”

The hybrid blinked.

“Wait, how old are you?”

“Older than you think.” Deadpanned the armored troll. “Not ancient, though. Let’s say I still have plenty of sweeps left in me.”

There was a few moments’ pause as Thrixe did math in his head, then looked mildly scandalized.

Ginger laughed at him, guessing the source of his dismay.

“You don’t get out much, do you?”

“I just think -”

“Good, keep trying.”

Thrixe laughed despite himself.

“I guess if you’re not going to do anything…” he said grudgingly, but with a bit of amusement.

“Nope. That’s not a reason why not, though.”

Thrixe’s fins went back slightly as Ginger laughed at him more.

“You act like I shot your lusus.” They deadpanned. “Or asked him out.”

The violet made a distressed noise as the hemoanon cracked up at him further.

“You are too easy to mess with.” They chuckled. “You wouldn’t last a second in some of the bars I like.”

“I used to work for gangsters.” He grumbled. “I’m not a complete innocent.”

“Right, it’s me that offends you, Mr. Starfish.”

Thrixe hmphed.

“I’m not offended, I just think it’s inappropriate.”

“I will not apologize for my good taste.” They deadpanned. “Sorry, my bad - you want me to say I’m a horrible person for even thinking of it?”

The seadweller looked awkward.

“Thought crimes aren’t real, Thrixe. Stop listening to the empire propagandist in your head. Think what you want, feel what you want, you don’t win prizes or make anyone’s life better by denying yourself. Doesn’t mean you have to act on any of it.”

Thrixe continued to look awkward. Ginger supposed he had to have a talent. They went over and patted him on the shoulder.

“Chew on that for a bit. I’m gonna go see Bellam.”

They walked onward to the lab, the violet watching them go.

#what do we think is this a 5/10 on the cursed scale or higher. I can't decide #cloud writes #thrixe varzim #ginger mycoba #I like tormenting thrixe bc he is an eldritch abomination with the sensitivity of a victorian noblewoman #meanwhile he'll actually listen to ginger bc they're more lowkey than tuuya but also blunt and upfront #similar values different ways of expressing them

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