Staying up all day isn't new shit to you. Kids don't want surgeries during the night: lately, it seems like whenever you're trying to excise a lightshow gland or picking up a corpse, they always want to creep in during the middle of the day, like that makes their shit less suspicious.
And how many times has Boopis gotten pissed with you, and set up matches back to back on opposite coasts? She likes to give you just enough time to leave the ring and get on the road, so by the time you arrive, daystruck and exhausted, it's time to get right back in the ring.
(It's a good thing she's a great lay, or she'd be so fired. Fucking teals, man.)
But just because you're used to it doesn't make sleep deprivation any easier. You're yawning and scrubbing at your eyes as you pull up to the sidewalk, a foot tapping impatiently on the pedals. People are looking at you, and you resist the urge to flip them the bird.
You're a rust in highblood territory, right now. You're not going to give them a reason to pull out the rope.
Capitol City hasn't been the Empire's capitol since adults left the planet, and for the most part, it's a decent place to hang out. The outskirts are all new builds, formed by carpenter drones and industrious kids over the last few centuries, and they're mostly lowbloods. The scene can be kind of wild, but it's fun, and it's safe: stick to the suburbs and you can walk for miles without encountering a single shade above saffron.
Unfortunately, that's just the outskirts. The city proper is still built the same as it was back when the Empress lived here, all canals and high streets and buildings that stretch as high as the eye can go, and this is where all the highbloods live. Kids, mostly, but once you get into the core..
Well. Not all the adults were banned from Alternia.
The amount you know about the Imperial Education Programs could fill a shotglass. You're a rustblood, and you're not a psionic: trying to even sign up for one of their entrance exams would just mean the ink they'd use would be red. They've got a helmsman division that you know Pheres's been eyeing, where they install wetware and shit early so the kids are all revved up and ready come conscription, and you know that the entire thing is run by elderly finfaces - but that's about it.
There's never been a reason to learn anything about it, and you've always had more important shit to focus on. You're not regretting it, precisely, as you idle here on your motorbike, and avoid eye contact with the curious bluebloods.. but you kind of wish you knew more. There's a set of tall, white hivestem clusters off in the distance, separated from you by a gate, and the sign on it says LEGISLACERATOR DIVISION, #8.
Hopefully this is the spot Marduk meant, because - welp. You're not about to go in there to retrieve her.
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Staying up all day isn't new shit to you. Kids don't want surgeries during the night: lately, it seems like whenever you're trying to excise a lightshow gland or picking up a corpse, they always want to creep in during the middle of the day, like that makes their shit less suspicious.
And how many times has Boopis gotten pissed with you, and set up matches back to back on opposite coasts? She likes to give you just enough time to leave the ring and get on the road, so by the time you arrive, daystruck and exhausted, it's time to get right back in the ring.
(It's a good thing she's a great lay, or she'd be so fired. Fucking teals, man.)
But just because you're used to it doesn't make sleep deprivation any easier. You're yawning and scrubbing at your eyes as you pull up to the sidewalk, a foot tapping impatiently on the pedals. People are looking at you, and you resist the urge to flip them the bird.
You're a rust in highblood territory, right now. You're not going to give them a reason to pull out the rope.
Capitol City hasn't been the Empire's capitol since adults left the planet, and for the most part, it's a decent place to hang out. The outskirts are all new builds, formed by carpenter drones and industrious kids over the last few centuries, and they're mostly lowbloods. The scene can be kind of wild, but it's fun, and it's safe: stick to the suburbs and you can walk for miles without encountering a single shade above saffron.
Unfortunately, that's just the outskirts. The city proper is still built the same as it was back when the Empress lived here, all canals and high streets and buildings that stretch as high as the eye can go, and this is where all the highbloods live. Kids, mostly, but once you get into the core..
Well. Not all the adults were banned from Alternia.
The amount you know about the Imperial Education Programs could fill a shotglass. You're a rustblood, and you're not a psionic: trying to even sign up for one of their entrance exams would just mean the ink they'd use would be red. They've got a helmsman division that you know Pheres's been eyeing, where they install wetware and shit early so the kids are all revved up and ready come conscription, and you know that the entire thing is run by elderly finfaces - but that's about it.
There's never been a reason to learn anything about it, and you've always had more important shit to focus on. You're not regretting it, precisely, as you idle here on your motorbike, and avoid eye contact with the curious bluebloods.. but you kind of wish you knew more. There's a set of tall, white hivestem clusters off in the distance, separated from you by a gate, and the sign on it says LEGISLACERATOR DIVISION, #8.
Hopefully this is the spot Marduk meant, because - welp. You're not about to go in there to retrieve her.