...you may have accidentally tripped one that I was already playing with, um.
-> Be the highblood mutant.
Your name is MILLES KOSIGA, and you are NOT A MUTANT. You have a disorder that affects certain of your chitinous, keratinous, and calcareous bodily structures, but that is due to a DASTARDLY CHEMICAL ATTACK on the breeding caverns when you were just a grub. You were pretty sure you were targeted because you just happen to share the same symbol and blood color as a former IMPERIAL REGENT.
But even if you were a mutant, that wouldn't matter, because you are going to CHANGE THE EMPIRE and do more GREAT THINGS than your illustrious ancestor EVER DID. You have the best lusus ever, a crusty and vicious old SEA DOG, and you have your friends - your moirail, and Greg of course, and there's a girl who you're pretty sure has red feelings for you, or at least could maybe have red feelings for you someday, or, well anyway you have red feelings for her, and why else would she still hang around with the rest of you?
Together, you can do ANYTHING. Who cares about a few broken bones here or there? When you're underwater, you move just as well as anyone else.
...oh cripes. You think you just broke your wrist. Again. Let's go be someone else while your lusus takes care of that, okay?
-> Be Milles's moirail.
You can't be IVVAHN PATRIL, because he is just an INNOCENT BYSTANDER.
Also, he is not Milles's moirail, no matter what the hyperactive little runt might have told you. He is too young to be committing to any quadrants yet. There are PLENTY more fish in the sea, and he plans to catch as many of them as possible.
Why don't you try being Greg instead? He could probably use some cheering up.
-> Be the hemononymous troll.
Your name is GREGOR BARRAH, and you're not sure why everybody makes such a fuss about you choosing to keep your blood color secret. You're obviously a seadweller, so it must be purple, so why do the details matter?
No, you don't feel the need to display your symbol, either. You're going to hit nine sweeps soon enough, and then EVERYBODY will know. In the meantime, you're enjoying your privacy, thanks.
Your symbol has never brought you anything but trouble, anyway. You're pretty sure that's why your lusus was killed, back when you had barely lost your last pair of grub legs. You would have been killed, too, if you hadn't managed to hide.
You're lucky that Milles' and Elaina's lusii have sort of adopted you. Sometimes you don't even feel like an orphan.
You have heard that your lusus wasn't a very nice lusus, but he was yours. And you loved him. Well, you probably loved him. He's been gone so long that you barely remember him.
Dammit. Now you're depressed again.
-> Be somebody else. Anybody but you. Please.
Your name is ELAINA BOTHAR, and you're not sure why your collection of seadweller boys still like hanging around with you, but you like them too!
Well, Milles' romantic adventures are always kind of awkward, but surely he will grow out of that eventually!
When you are old enough to join the Imperial forces in space, you are going to be an Archeradicator. You don't care that your blood caste is wrong, your skill with ARCHERYKIND is unsurpassed. Besides, Milles says he is going to change the Empire, and then you will be able to be whatever you want to be!
You're pretty sure Milles can do it. He does pretty much everything he sets out to do, even if he does sometimes leave an excessive number of burning hives and dead bodies strewn behind him along the way.
....and so on. I could keep going but you probably get the idea. :P
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-> Be the highblood mutant.
Your name is MILLES KOSIGA, and you are NOT A MUTANT. You have a disorder that affects certain of your chitinous, keratinous, and calcareous bodily structures, but that is due to a DASTARDLY CHEMICAL ATTACK on the breeding caverns when you were just a grub. You were pretty sure you were targeted because you just happen to share the same symbol and blood color as a former IMPERIAL REGENT.
But even if you were a mutant, that wouldn't matter, because you are going to CHANGE THE EMPIRE and do more GREAT THINGS than your illustrious ancestor EVER DID. You have the best lusus ever, a crusty and vicious old SEA DOG, and you have your friends - your moirail, and Greg of course, and there's a girl who you're pretty sure has red feelings for you, or at least could maybe have red feelings for you someday, or, well anyway you have red feelings for her, and why else would she still hang around with the rest of you?
Together, you can do ANYTHING. Who cares about a few broken bones here or there? When you're underwater, you move just as well as anyone else.
...oh cripes. You think you just broke your wrist. Again. Let's go be someone else while your lusus takes care of that, okay?
-> Be Milles's moirail.
You can't be IVVAHN PATRIL, because he is just an INNOCENT BYSTANDER.
Also, he is not Milles's moirail, no matter what the hyperactive little runt might have told you. He is too young to be committing to any quadrants yet. There are PLENTY more fish in the sea, and he plans to catch as many of them as possible.
Why don't you try being Greg instead? He could probably use some cheering up.
-> Be the hemononymous troll.
Your name is GREGOR BARRAH, and you're not sure why everybody makes such a fuss about you choosing to keep your blood color secret. You're obviously a seadweller, so it must be purple, so why do the details matter?
No, you don't feel the need to display your symbol, either. You're going to hit nine sweeps soon enough, and then EVERYBODY will know. In the meantime, you're enjoying your privacy, thanks.
Your symbol has never brought you anything but trouble, anyway. You're pretty sure that's why your lusus was killed, back when you had barely lost your last pair of grub legs. You would have been killed, too, if you hadn't managed to hide.
You're lucky that Milles' and Elaina's lusii have sort of adopted you. Sometimes you don't even feel like an orphan.
You have heard that your lusus wasn't a very nice lusus, but he was yours. And you loved him. Well, you probably loved him. He's been gone so long that you barely remember him.
Dammit. Now you're depressed again.
-> Be somebody else. Anybody but you. Please.
Your name is ELAINA BOTHAR, and you're not sure why your collection of seadweller boys still like hanging around with you, but you like them too!
Well, Milles' romantic adventures are always kind of awkward, but surely he will grow out of that eventually!
When you are old enough to join the Imperial forces in space, you are going to be an Archeradicator. You don't care that your blood caste is wrong, your skill with ARCHERYKIND is unsurpassed. Besides, Milles says he is going to change the Empire, and then you will be able to be whatever you want to be!
You're pretty sure Milles can do it. He does pretty much everything he sets out to do, even if he does sometimes leave an excessive number of burning hives and dead bodies strewn behind him along the way.
....and so on. I could keep going but you probably get the idea. :P