TROLL!COPS: The AU

[crepuscularDissembler]

I died at the part with Andrew.
Oh, Maggie. You truly are the insufferable prick's daughter.

[tectonicRobot]

Yay, Eridan got another fic. Now if only AR and WV got some more attention...

[aspiringHelpfulness]

That is exactly what I was planning. Well, if Past WV or Past AR counts, anyway... They'll get focus in around Part 4 of my fic (Maybe part 3 if I can fit in all the necessary details in part 2). Working on part 2 now.

Also, no comments about my last fic?

[tectonicRobot]

Past AR and WV totally count. Which one was your last fic?
I was thinking about maybe writing something, but I don't know how the spoiler tags work, and this is the first time I've ever done something like this. It's also the first time I've ever joined a fanbase actively, so yeah.

[pimudragonfeline]

I died at the part with Andrew.
Oh, Maggie. You truly are the insufferable prick's daughter.

IIn2ufferable ChIIck?

[tectonicRobot]

Wow, no one has posted for a while. I'm a gunna go ahead and try to write something. It's the very first time I've done something like this.
Recollections

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Mayor WV sat in his honorary mayoral chair, and looked at his large mayoral looking chair. It was cluttered with things of mayoral importance, notices from the police station, and upcoming speeches. The good mayor took at look at his watch; he still had about an hour before his next appointment. While he was wondering what to do, he glanced at a newspaper clipping on the wall, detailing the adventures of the great Watchful Vigilante, first hero of this fine city. He remembered those days well.

Back then, everything was different. There was only one gang in the city, and that was the felt. A terrible group of time bandits led by the mysterious figure known only as the good doc, they terrorized the city through vicious attacks and Machivalliean ploys. The only who could fight them, or would fight them, was him, The Watchful Vigilante, using his secret artifact; one of the only known to exist before the green sun event. For many a year he guarded this fair city against the dastardly felt, meeting their dastardly shenanigans with heroic antics, and keeping the city safe. It couldn't last, though. The Vigilante got older and older, whereas the felt, for some reason unknown to this day, stayed the same. He retired and assumed a civilian identity, and the felt's plots, for the first time ever, neared fruition. And then the green sun event happened, changing the city forever. And changed with it was the felt.

Instead of the band of terrible pool-themed dangerous sociopaths, the felt become almost childlike in their pettiness. They seemingly lost years of experience, making stupid mistakes, fooling around, everyone going around doing their own thing unless crowbar gathered them together. Itchy went around knocking off coffee shops, Doze sat around all day, Trace and Fin wandered the back allies alone, Clover got into hour long debates with Andrew on the nature of Weird Time Shit, Die would faze in randomly and wander around befuddled before he disappeared again, Crowbar almost never showed up, Stitch stayed at their hideout (wherever that was), Sawbuck abused buffets, Matchsticks continued doing whatever it was he was doing, Eggs and Biscuits got stupider, Quarters stayed mysterious as ever, Cans bumbled about town blindly, and the Good Doc disappeared entirely.

The Mayor shook his head as he compared the old felt to the new felt. It was ridiculous. He almost wished it was still the old days; half these gangs wouldn't of dared shown their face in his city if the felt had still operated like before. Thinking about the old felt got the mayor thinking about the old him as well. If he was twenty years younger he would give those gangs the old what-for, Ho! As he was doing a little demonstration of what exactly he would do, his secretary wandered in and stared at him. The mayor totally didn't notice. The secretary sighed under her breath, and slipped a note saying his next appointment in 5 minutes. Crazy old man, she thought as she walked out. How could that guy ever become mayor?

Author's Notes

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This is the first time I've ever written a story before :/
In case your wondering, this takes place in mostly Wigimund fanfiction territory. I hope this little offering is acceptable to you old hands in this strange writing bussiness.

[QRQD]

The enter key is your friend. He misses you.

[crepuscularDissembler]

Really? You unlurked just to be unnecessarily sarcastic? :/
But yeah, judicious linebreaks are the key to a smooth reading experience.

[tectonicRobot]

Ok, I will make some paragraphs.
Edit: Ok, I made some paragraphs. I hope that this isn't completly terrible still :/

[mythmonster2]

Yes, that looks much better. Proper linebreaking can be the key to getting a reader. I'll be honest: I skipped over that before because of the wall o text, but the simple addition of a few enters helped immensely. Looks interesting. I kinda want to write something about WV now.

[Deeum]

I am terribly sorry for being such a slackass on this thread. I'm trying to fix that. Hopefully once I get done being frazzled at everything in life and get some requests/exchanges done I'll be back into the swing of things.

Hello new comers! It was a pleasure to add you to the OP. Every new face makes me a big ball of happy. And don't worry about having to stay within the 'canon' of the story. I love seeing people's take on characters and how they think things pan out. So kick up a seat and get yo express on.

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I didn't come empty handed! Hopefully y'all like it.



Edit:
It has come to my attention (thank you error page!) that I cannot update the
OP anymore. It has become too big. I'll figure something out about that later.

[FieryBlacksmith]

Officer Captor. Always :I all the time.

[Ra Zarudo]

So Andrew and I thought up a supervillains league for the troll characters that I affectionately called the LEAGUE OF D.O.O.F. Members include Marquise Mindfang, Mr. Pupa and Erigami as well as Sober!Gamzee and possibly Monochrome.

[12:28:00 PM] Andrew (SS / LS/ VG): Like all good villain teams, they're all planning to betray eachother.
[12:29:38 PM] Andrew (SS / LS/ VG): Pupa would do it because that's just how he rolls, Monochrome would do it because he's still VonGeist, Erigami would do it because I guess revealing peoples identities is part of his thing?, Mindfang would do it to avoid splitting the loot, Gamzee would do it because he's omnicidal-rific!

[aspiringHelpfulness]

Part 2. (This part has no detailed explanation as to how it happened) Dialogue-heavy. Heck, 93% 72% or so of the fanfic is dialogue. Filled with nothing but OC's because that seems to be one thing I haven't tried and because it wouldn't make sense for the Ancestors to fit in with the ending of Scraps to Struggles. Basically, enjoy a dialogue-heavy (not anymore), OC-filled fanfic about what happened before Alternia City became, well, Alternia City.

From Scraps to Struggles: Part 2 (Updated a LOT) (Part 1, Prologue)

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Meanwhile, as Can Town enjoys its peaceful days...

An unlikely group of trolls wander aimlessly, with nothing to do... Besides arguing.
"Oh man, we've been l1terally here for YEARS! When are we gonna get to do someth1ng?" These words, uttered by a red-blooded male troll around 9 sweeps old, started yet another argument.
"AS Soon aS wwe find a non-ruined towwn, you b*tChy little priCk," retorted one of the trolls in the group, obviously irked. He was a sea-dweller who was the same age as the redblood, and was the apparent leader and a firm believer in the castes. But he mostly just wanted an excuse to argue.
"Those are F1GHT1NG WORDS!" Our redblood obviously fell for it.
"Oh yeah, think you Can take a Sea-dwweller, you loww-blooded SCum!?" In the back his mind, he thought he had finally made a kismesis, but...
"GUYS! Quit fighting! I see a TOWN," another troll interjected. Surprisingly, they stopped upon hearing the words she just said. A town? In the middle of these barren wastelands and ruins? It was a miracle!
"-|===> The green-blood is right. Feuding would not be beneficial to us in our current state. Besides-"
"YEAH! exactly WHAT she SAID! now, GET to WORK before I subjugglate YOU. we've GOT a TOWN to TAKE and A city TO make."
"Yeah, wwhatevver. Come on, guyS. Don't diSobey your SuperiorS," the purple-blood ordered. Everyone sighed.
"-|===> ...Take note that I am only following you because you wouldn't quit being a prick if you didn't become the leader. Which would only motivate me to take leadership myself, were I not your moirail," the blue-blood told his moirail. He was surprised at what he had heard.
"...Wwoww, you're blunt. But at leaSt you Care. That'S howw moirailS Should be, right?"
"As usual, only I have the common sense here. No, that's not how moirallegiance works, and we should all GET TO THE CITY BEFORE SOMEONE ELSE DOES! WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THAT, HUH?" The green-blood was obviously annoyed. And cranky. Years of being the only sane one in a group of five can do that to a troll.
"-|===> I motion for you to be the new leader, moirallegiance notwithstanding. All in favor, say 'Aye.' "
"Aye."
"AYE."
"Aye."
"-|===> Right, then. A unanimous decision by the NON-CANDIDATE voters. We have a new leader."
"But-"
"-|===> No objections. That's final."
"Awwww..."
"... As much as I like being the new leader, this was totally pointless, and only served to waste our time. NO MORE LEADERSHIP RUSES OR DISTACTIONS! LET'S GET TO THE TOWN!"
And with that, they charged towards Can Town. And it was a total disaster. For Can Town, at least.

Somewhere else, yet another group was doing the same thing...
"Y'know, as a war veteran, you could learn a thing or two from-"
"OH SHUT UP! WE'RE ALL WAR VETERANS! DID YOU FORGET THAT TRAIN WRECK OF A WAR CALLED THE FIRST SKAIAN WAR!? THAT'S WHY WE'RE EVEN HERE!"
"..Don't think that just because you witnessed the war and fought a few battles to defend yourself, you can tell ME, a soldier and spy for PROSPIT, that I don't know SH*T!
"H-hold on, that wasn't what I-"
"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT WAS LIKE TO FIGHT A WAR ON THE LOSING SIDE! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT WAS LIKE TO SEE AND HEAR SOMETHING LIKE THAT! Oh... oh gog, i can still hear it. the screeching. NO! MAKE IT STOP!! AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!"
Then, out of nowhere, *BANG*
The screaming stopped. The man is unconscious. But not dead.
"It... it happened again, didn't it? He remembered... the Screech, didn't he?"
"I didn't think it would affect him so much. It only affects trolls, right? Or was I wrong?"
"It only kills trolls. But others can be affected, troll or not. The effects are less severe than death, but much worse than physical injury. This applies to any specie unlucky enough to face the King's Screech.
But I digress. I came to report my findings."
"Well, what was it?"
"... I have found a town.
"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's GO! I'M CARRYING HIM!"
"W-Wait! ... *Sigh* I guess he really DOES care for our leader. Heh, men. Oh, well. Might as well follow. Before he gets lost..."
Time passes...
"...Huh? Where'd everybody go? Guys? Where are you? Wait for me!"
"...Don't worry... They just went to find a place for our leader to rest... Come on, let's follow... They didn't go too far..."
"...But I'm still sleepy!"
"...It didn't seem like it the way you were shouting for them..."
"Aww, fine."
They caught up as the two fighters, along with one recently awakened leader, was prepared to attack. And so, they charged. And it was a total disaster. At least it would be, for Can Town...

Author's Notes (Updated)

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In case you haven't noticed, these OC's don't have a name yet. I'll name them tomorrow, because I really can't think of a name. Also, I just made up some typing quirks which were probably already been used by some fantrolls. And the last words... "They charged. And it was a disaster," were taken from SeptimusMagistos's "We're All Doomed." It's a nice read and shows what could happen if Bec wasn't prototyped. You'll only see those words near the end. That's it from me. Might make Part 2.5 after Part 4. Also, the troll group has 3 girls and 2 boys, while the human group has 3 boys and 2 girls.
Edit: All trolls are 9 sweeps, and all humans are 24, give or take a difference of a few weeks or months. And more narration was added. Also, names and details that I didn't bother adding in the fanfic.
Trolls:
Sienta Illusi - Male. A psychic with the power to mess with the target's brain functions. Irritable and likely to use this on any high-blood that offends him slightly. When not irritated, he's a nice guy who even helps the blue-bloods occasionally. His powers were valuable, so he was made part of the now-destroyed Alternian Invasion Military (AIM) army sent to invade Skaia's kingdoms.
Violae Tyrian - Male. Your typical sea-dweller. Nothing special about him. Not even his bad taste in clothing and superiority complex is worth mentioning. Basically, Eridan without the overpowered weapons and omnicidal tendencies. Part of the now-destroyed AIM army sent to invade Skaia's kingdoms, if only because they needed a purple-blood out there to prove that they are equal-opportunity employers.
Mulier Sanus - Female. An average troll in every way. Her only quality that makes her unique is rational thinking and common sense beyond most trolls of any blood caste. This is how she was able to become chief strategist of the AIM. The invasion of Skaia's kingdoms was deemed an important mission, so she was sent along with the army invading it. At least she was able to make the army scatter before being totally annihilated by the remnants of the First Skaian War.
Gladis Valkyr - Female. One of the Gladiaterminators. Has a sense of honor and decency which replaced her belief in the castes normally present in blue-bloods. Commander and morale-booster of the now-destroyed Alternian Invasion Miltary army sent to invade Skaia's kingdoms. There are more survivors, she says. And she wants to rescue them all.
Milenko Jeckel - Female. A subjugglator who was convinced to join the AIM Skaian invasion army on the grounds that she will be able to "PUNISH the SINFUL races THAT dare DEFY our MIRTHFUL messiahs." One of the less psychopathic subjugglators, she only kills those who outright stand against the mirthful messiahs. And she kills anyone who "sins." The AIM manipulated her into executing trolls who were innocent by claiming that they sinned. Poor girl. When she finds out, she's gonna go insane. Well, MORE insane, but that's not the point. She believes in the Dark Carnival. That's all that needs to be said.

Humans:
George - War veteran and one of the few humans who fought as a soldier in the First Skaian War. Was affected by the Black King's Screech. Horribly. He was brave and eager and refused to give up during that war, as the commander of the Prospitians. Even if he wasn't the commander, he would still keep fighting. He was still that way even after the war, until he remembered the Screech. Then he would scream in pain until he was knocked out. Even so, he manages to live with it. He wandered, trying to get his mind off the war, until he found...
Davis - Experienced combat trainer who refused to be involved in the war as a soldier. He trained only those with high potential, and only trained Dersites. He bears a grudge against Prospit for attacking him and his home, which was in Dersite territory. He fought off the raiders and managed to defeat most of them. His family got lucky. For years during the war, they wandered and defeated Prospitians that attacked until his family died of natural causes. After the war, he wandered aimlessly until he was found by George.
Joan - Medical expert and mercenary. She would spy around both Prospit and Derse, fight both sides, and would treat both sides. She was neutral. This made her both an wanted criminal and a valuable asset on both sides, and she manages to help AND escape from both sides regardless. A VERY determined woman who may or may not practice witchcraft. She was almost executed for this, but managed to escape. She's brave, and it shows. And she's the youngest of the group. She was found by George and Davis while she was accompanying...
Beryl - The most important member of the group. She's basically the mother of this group, despite being the second youngest, and having no experience in war (because she was hiding). Mostly because she's the only one with a lot of experience in parenting, even more than Davis. And, unlike Davis, she was a good chef, and very resourceful at that. Her duties, along with the constant traveling and being the first to wake up, make her sleepy, and it shows. She gets day offs on Sunday, and spends most of it sleeping. But she's happy either way. She was accompanied by Joan and...
Xavier - Beryl's childhood friend, and Joan's [REDACTED]. The oldest of the group, and [DATA EXPUNGED]. He is an expy of Cloud Strife a mysterious and silent warrior who speaks with a lot of ellipses short gaps between sentences. He wields the Buster Sword a claymore which is as long as the Masamune twice his height. The First Skaian War changed his life by [DATA EXPUNGED]. After the war, he searched for Beryl. Along the way, he found [REDACTED] which [DATA EXPUNGED], giving him another goal in life. During that search, he found Joan with Beryl, temporarily giving him a chance to rest before...

OK, that's it. I am the master of long backstories for recurring characters.

[Redbird]

Woo! Finally finished it. Enjoy.

Sisters (Part Three)

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And so it continued for several more days, with Nepeta seeing Karkat each afternoon, having spent a good part of the morning making the perfect sandwich. (Well, Karkat did have to admit they at least tasted better now. Not that he was complaining, it was *food* after all, and food that had not spent at least 2 days rotting in the rubbish. Still, when you get given a tuna and *jam* sandwich, you would be just a bit wary.) They would spend at least an hour playing it, or various other games that Nepeta had succeeded in teaching Karkat. His favourite being; playing Threshecutioners. And then sometimes they would spend ages just talking. Nepeta seemed fascinated by Karkats ‘other life’ as she called it, while Karkat soon learned about the wonders of films. He would then spend ages questioning Nepeta about various films, mostly romance.

The day would then always end with ‘Naya’ calling for Nepeta to come back inside, and so they would both greet each other farewell; or in Karkat’s case ‘Yeah... bye.. see ya tomorrow I guess... I don’t really have anythin’ better to do...’. Nepeta would then animatedly tell Kanaya about her day, while Kanaya in turn would merely smile, and praise her little sister’s imagination.

It was only after two weeks, and Nepeta *still* had not stopped going on about her new friend ‘Karkat’ when Kanaya was starting to get worried... and annoyed. Usually, after a few days, her sister would move on to some other story, but this one had been going on for too long. She needed to get Nepeta to tell her the facts.

‘’Pet, Can I Ask You A Question? It Is Concerning Your New Friend Karkat.’ Kanaya began, with her usual amount of tact.

Nepeta looked up from the scrawled drawing she had been doing. ‘Huh? What d’ya wanta know about him ‘Naya?’

‘I... I Merely Want To Ask... H-How... Long Have You Been Playing With Him For Then ‘Pet?’ Kanaya began, stopping and starting her sentence, till it sounded like she only was just inquiring about her sister’s new friend.

‘What d’ya mean? I’ve been playin’ with him for over two weeks! Heehee!’ she giggled. ‘Karkat’s a big grumpy-meany-pants at times though!’

‘Okay... ‘Pet, I Shall Now Say This Straight To You. Frankly, I Am Worried. Is This Karkat Person You Keep On Talking About Real, Or is He Simply Another Imaginary Friend Or Yours..?’

Moving her head to one side, Nepeta just stared at her sister.

‘What d’ya mean, is he a imagine’ry friend? Karkat’s real! I know! I’ll show him to ya! Would ya wanta meet him ‘Naya?’ She exclaimed, proud of her ‘clever’ idea.

‘Hmmm?’ Kanaya mused, before nodding her head, ‘Okay Then. I Will Let You Show Him To Me. When Shall We Leave To Meet Him?’

‘Afta I make him a sandwhich!’


So, they left later on in the afternoon, Nepeta rabbiting on about how much Kanaya would like Karkat, while Kanaya herself remained highly sceptical. She gasped when she realised Nepeta had been leaving the house to meet her ‘friend’ and mentally noted she would have to tell her off about this later.

Still, they continued walking, till they neared an alley way near their road. After shushing Kanaya, and hiding her behind a wall, Nepeta entered the alley with a cry of, ‘Karkat! Hey! I’m here now!’, and then remerged with a scruffy looking Troll, who truly did have ‘teeny-tiny horns!’.

His eyes widened when he noticed Kanaya, and he tried to run back into the alley way, but Nepeta just kept a hold of his hand, before trying to explain things.


‘Karkat! Ya don’t havta worry! This is ‘Naya, my big sister? Don’t worry, she won’t hurt you... She just didn’t believe me when I said you were my friend.’

‘WHY THE F*** DID YOU NOT TELL ME YOU WERE BRINGIN’ HER. SHE’S PROBABLY GOIN’ TO GET ME ARRESTED, OR TAKEN TO SOME F***IN’ ORPHANAGE, IN THE MIDDLE OF F***IN’ NOWHERE NEP. D-DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT’S BEEN NOT TO BE TAKEN TO SOME RANDOM ORPHANAGE. I DON’T WANT TO LEAVE MY D-DAD... AND NOW THAT MIGHT JUST HAPPEN. THANKS A F***IN’ LOT.’ Karkat exploded. He did not trust this new person. He generally never trusted any new people. The fact her had trusted Nepeta was still a mystery to even himself. Still, she gave him sandwiches. That was good.

Staring at Karkat, Kanaya felt she needed to make amends of the situation. ‘Karkat, I Presume Your Name Is? Please Do Not Be Angry With Nepeta, She Only Showed You To Me, Because I Refused To Believe You Were Real. And Do Not Look At Me Like That, Nepeta Does Have A Tendancy To Make Up Absurd Imaginary Friends. The Other Day, She Claimed She Had Met A Big Two Mouth Cat Lusus, I Mean, Really...’ She continued to ramble, until Nepeta whispered to Karkat,

‘Don’t worry! ‘Naya often starts ramblin’ on about stuff! It’s kinda funny! Hehe!'

Blushing Jade green, Kanaya coughed. ‘A-ahem. S-sorry About That.’

Karkat smirked. ‘Hah! Don’t worry. Ya seem okay, Still. DON’T TELL ANYONE ABOUT ME, OKAY?’

Kanaya then promised. However, it was a promise that was not to be kept.


It continued on for the next few days, with Nepeta visiting Karkat, and Kanaya occasionally tagging along. For some reason, Kanaya felt herself having very pale feelings towards him... almost like feelings of Moirallegiance. Still, that would be stupid, especially at their young age, romance was usually a stupid idea. Especially choosing a Moirallegiance. After all, a Moirallegiance was supposed to be between two trolls who balanced each other out. And while she could help Karkat, he would be the more dangerous part of the romance, she the one who could calm him... Kanaya had a feeling it would not work out that well. For the moment.

That was the problem of living in a mixed race city though. Due to a lot of troll nature being shunned in the big city, the whole idea’s of quadrants had run dry. Most trolls were not violent enough to need Moirallegiance, so it was quite unheard of these days. The same with the Black quadrants. The most common quadrant left was of course Matespritship, which to the humans, seemed quite acceptable, whereas a romance based on hate was not.

This had become the case so badly, that most trolls would usually only meet one or two trolls during their entire life, who might share be in a quadrant, other than Matespritship.

The only reason Kanaya knew about the quadrants so well, was both her and Nepeta had shown interests in them at quite a young age. Nepeta even insisted on keeping note of all the different quadrants between her friends, although they mostly consisted of ‘friendship’ and the occasional ‘matesprit! oooh yes!’ crush.


Still, things carried on quite happily. Until Nepeta’s and Kanaya’s parents found out.

While they usually showed no interest in their girls day-to-day activities (they left a nine year old, alone to look after a five year old, for gog’s sake!), one evening, when both their mother and father were home, they started asking about what Nepeta had been up to that day. While alarm bells did start ringing in Kanaya’s head, she was far too tired to pay any attention to them. So, Nepeta readily explained everything she had done, down to the sandwich making, to Kanaya and her visiting, ‘My best friend Karkat!’. While at first, it seemed that neither parent believed her, after Nepeta’s persistent refusal to ‘stop lying dear’, both parents stared at each other, whispered for a bit, before asking Kanaya to just ‘confirm whether this is true dear’.

Kanaya knew she had been dug into a hole, because of Nepeta’s naivety, and she knew that lying to her parents even more would just make things worse. So, she came clean, and explained everything that had been happening for the past 3 weeks.

Oh course, playing the role of the concerned parents, her father immediately took no time in telling them both, very sternly, ‘Darlings, why didn’t you tell us about this sooner? I have no idea how we could just leave this poor orphan alone, we must sort things out immediately. Now, don’t you worry, we’ll sort everything out, straight away. And Nepeta, I am sorry, but I’m afraid you won’t be able to see your friend for quite a while after this.’


Nepeta then spent the evening curled up in Kanaya’s bed, crying about how, ‘I-i’ve broken my promise to Karkat!’, while Kanaya could only hold her in her arms, and stroking her hair, trying to give her word of comfort. But both the girls knew what would happen. Karkat would be taken to the orphanage, against his own will, with neither of them ever seeing him again. (Although, when they were older, both would see him again.)


The next few days dragged on, with Kanaya trying desperately to cheer her sister up,

‘Look, ‘Pet, How About We Watch Your Favourite Cartoon, Hey? I Will Even Watch More Than Three Episodes With You, How Does That Sound?’, ‘’Pet, how about we Go Play In The Garden?’

But, despite all her best efforts, Nepeta continued to stay down cast. That was until Kanaya had a brain wave.

She introduced her sister to the wonders of the internet.

Kanaya had hoped it might help keep her sister occupied, and maybe take her mind off of what had happened with Karkat... And it worked. With Miraculous results. Nepeta soon went back to her cheery, happy self, although she then developed the habit of referring to herself in third person, and making dreadful cat-related puns. (Kanaya soon found out that this was due her new habit of roleplaying.)

And while things did go back to normal, Kanaya couldn’t help stop the nagging feeling, right at the bottom of her vascular system, that she had broken a promise. A promise to a troll, that she slowly forgot.


Until years later, when the memories reappeared, and both Kanaya and Nepeta met that troll face to face again.

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Yes, the last part of Sisters. I have the next part of my story for them planned, but it'll be a while before it get's written. That, and I have an idea for a double date with Eridan and Terezi, and Sollux and Feferi planned.

Any feedback/critiques people have for the Sister's series will be happily received. c:

[mythmonster2]

It has come to my attention (thank you error page!) that I cannot update the
OP anymore. It has become too big. I'll figure something out about that later.

Why not create a new post on this or a later page and have a link to it in the OP?

[Cheers]

It has come to my attention (thank you error page!) that I cannot update the
OP anymore. It has become too big. I'll figure something out about that later.

Well, the third post in this thread isn't really usefull.
Maybe you could PM Stinkosar and ask if you could hijack it?

The only issue is if he's not online whenever you need to edit it, but a mod might be willing to help.

[Huanir]

The Resplendent Assassin - Chapter 2

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The morgue was one of my favorite spots in Alternia. Doctor Kanaya Maryam had a thing for bright colors, and because she always kept the place clean, the smell of corpses was never too bad. Even so, I never visited unless I had to; the morgue was often one of my first stops in solving a crime, so it had a ritually sacred spot in my hunt for justice. It was a pity, really; I would have liked to drop by more often.

Kanaya was sitting in a chair in the far corner of the room, reading some sort of book. When she saw me, she quickly closed the book and slipped it into a nearby drawer before coming to greet me. The sighted are so easy to sneak up on. >:]

"Officer Pyrope, I Suspected That You Might Make Your Way Down Here Before Too Long."

"MS. MORT1C14N, 4 PL34SUR3 4S 4LW4YS. 1 H34RD TH3R3 W4S 4 N34T BODY 1N H3R3. C4N 1 S33?"

Kanaya smirked. "It Would By My Pleasure To Display For You Our Newest Member, Provided You Solemnly Promise Not To Lick Him. How Are Things With You, Terezi?"

"H3H3... TH3Y'R3 LOV3LY. MS. SP1D3RF4NGS F41L3D TO K33P M3 OFF OF TH1S C4S3, 4MPOR4 4CC1D3NT4LLY G4V3 M3 SOM3 L34DS, 4ND 1 G3T TO S33 4 BODY. B3ST D4Y TH1S W33K! WH4T 4BOUT YOU? WH4T W3R3 YOU R34D1NG WH3N 1 C4M3 1N?"

Her face tinged with jade at that. Such a rare and exquisite color! "I Was Merely Perusing Medical Literature, Assuredly Nothing That Would Interest You." And here's where she changes the subject. "Shall We Proceed To The Cadaver?" Right on cue.

The floor of the thermal hull slid out with minimal squealing, and I unzipped the body bag myself. Upon lowering my head to take a whiff of the guy, I noticed something wrong.

"SO K4N4Y4, WH3R3 W4S TH1S GUY ON TH3 H3MOSP3CTRUM? 1 C4N'T SM3LL 4NY BLOOD COLOR 4T 4LL."

"Very Quick, Terezi. Our Newlydeceased Friend Here Was Completely Drained Of His Pedigree. This Has Led To Some Delays In Identifying The Body, So We Are Yet Unsure Who He Is. Vriska Came By Here Earlier, So She Might Be Investigating The Victim's Identity."

As if that would help me any. I sniffed the vic once more and noticed a puncture mark in their neck, right in the jugular. "DO3S TH3 3ST4BL1SH3D C4US3 OF D34TH H4V3 4NYTH1NG TO DO W1TH TH1S HOL3 H3R3?"

"At First Glance, I Thought That Wound Was Posthumous, But To My Surprise, It Did. The Victim's Blood Was Extracted Through This Location. He Was Penetrated Here, And There Are No Other Wounds; Thus, Cause Of Death: He Bled Out, Though There Is Considerable Uncertainty Regarding Where The Blood Went. It Might Also Interest You To Know That I Found Both Paralyzing Neurotoxins And Hemostasis-Blocking Agents In The Wound."

Poisons for both debilitating the victim and stopping his blood from clotting? As far as specialization goes, this was pretty advanced. I had to respect the perp; it wanted something and knew how to get it. The only question was what it wanted with the blood. Had Ampora accurately seen the murderer drinking it? And glowing?

Might as well ask. "WH4T DO YOU KNOW 4BOUT R41NBOW DR1NK3RS, DOCTOR?"

Kanaya startled and gaped at me, her cheeks that delicious shade of green again. "How Did You...?" She looked towards the drawer where she stashed that book she was reading when I came in.

"4H4H4H4H4H4! D1D 1 C4TCH YOU R34D1NG 4NOTH3R ON3 OF THOS3 *FORB1DD3N P4SS1ON* NOV3LS? WH4T'S TH1S ON3 C4LL3D?"

"Sunrise," she said, avoiding my eyes. Not that I cared. I'm blind. >:] "It Is The First Book Of A New Series By Meyenie Stepher, And One Not Immediately Disinclined To Explore The Socially Stigmatized Can Find Reward In The Romance Therein."

"H3H3H3... DON'T C4R3. YOU C4N R34D WH4T YOU W4NT, MS. MORT1C14N. 1 4SK3D B3C4US3 OF SOM3TH1NG 4MPOR4 S41D H3 S4W. TH3 P3RP W4S DR1NK1NG TH3 BLOOD. 4ND GLOW1NG 1N TH3 D4RK."

Kanaya raised her eyebrows incredulously. "That Is... Decidedly Odd."

"4GR33D. 1 KNOW W3 4LL 4SSUM3 R41NBOW DR1NK3RS 4R3 4S F4K3 4S F41R13S, BUT ST1LL, 1'D L1K3 TO KNOW 1F TH3 M.O. M4TCH3S. 4ND S1NC3 YOU'V3 JUST PROV3N YOURS3LF OUR R3S1D3NT 3XP3RT, YOU G3T TO H3LP!"

She closed her eyes in thought. After a pause, she said, "No, There Are Too Many Inconsistencies With The Legends Of Rainbow Drinkers. Firstly, Rainbow Drinkers Penetrate The Skin With A Bite, And Their Fangs Leave Two Marks." Ah, interesting. This guy only had one hole. "Secondly, While Rainbow Drinkers Only Emerge In The Sunlight, This Victim's Time Of Death Was A Few Hours After The Sun Went Down."

So no rainbow drinker. That helped, I guessed, but the case still wasn't very clear. Instead of a rainbow drinker, I had to find a blood-sucking glowy murderer who was NOT a rainbow drinker.

"W3LL, TH4NKS FOR YOUR H3LP, K4N4Y4."

"Sure Thing." She smiled. "Drop By Any Time."

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"I HATE THE WORLD SO MUCH," Karkat muttered to himself. Mr. Pupa's resources were endless, and for whatever reason, the nefarious and notorious prick had opted to run background checks on the three vagrants he'd picked up some time before. Nepeta had a history of burglary, Gamzee had been arrested for drug possession, no big surprises. However, Karkat hadn't grown up with nothing. He'd been through a few years of college, nearly graduating with a degree in ectobiology and taking Master's classes in genetic engineering, and the background check revealed this. That made him valuable to Mr. Pupa, and therefore dangerous to both Alternia and his own conscience.

As soon as Mr. Pupa had learned about Karkat's skills, he fired up some new malevolent plan, and Karkat had to choose between participating in Pupa's scheme and the deaths of Nepeta and Gamzee.

"AS IF I HAD A CHOICE," he grumbled. For their sakes, he'd watch Alternia burn. He'd light the damned fire himself. In fact, it was already lit.

Chapter 1 is here.
Chapter 3 is here.

That took a turn I wasn't expecting, but I'm happy with it. Also, am I trying too hard with Kanaya's dialogue?

[Deeum]

In the process of fixing some things in the OPs and Kayak was AWESOME AS SHIT enough to condense the bios down into sweet looking files.
Check it out and I truly apologize for any mess ups that will appears.

It has come to my attention (thank you error page!) that I cannot update the
OP anymore. It has become too big. I'll figure something out about that later.

Why not create a new post on this or a later page and have a link to it in the OP?

It has come to my attention (thank you error page!) that I cannot update the
OP anymore. It has become too big. I'll figure something out about that later.

Well, the third post in this thread isn't really usefull.
Maybe you could PM Stinkosar and ask if you could hijack it?

The only issue is if he's not online whenever you need to edit it, but a mod might be willing to help.

I'll keep that in mind if the top two posts get full! Kayak is currently helping me out on the space issues and it should be all nice and worked out pretty soon.

Seriously guys, thanks for all the wonderful help. I'm a derpface and can't manage anything on my own. I really do appreciate all the hard work from everyone here.
Everyone is simply the fuckin' best.

[tectonicRobot]

wait wait wait Opening Posts can get too big? What is the size cap on those things?

[pimudragonfeline]

And you're awesome for starting this AU.
The cycle time loop is complete.

[mythmonster2]

Those files are lookin' awesome.

[Redbird]

Yes, Kayak, you did a great job with the files. They look amazing!

@AH- I like what you've been writing so far, keep it up.

@Huanir- I can't wait to find out what else happens. And I think you've been writing Kanaya fine, she sounds like her usual sarcastic self.

[tectonicRobot]

I gotta admit, when I saw my little offering in the OP, I flipped out.

[Huanir]

The Resplendent Assassin - Chapter 3

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She was going to get all of the promotions. Aaaaaaaall of them. ::::)

None of the mooks at the APD has been prepared for her. Her meteoric rise through the ranks left other officers treading her wake, and those were the lucky ones. The ones she'd had to remove to move upwards, they weren't so lucky. If only they'd have been as lucky as she was. She had all the luck. All of it.

At this point, she was one of the top investigators in the force. Even Officer Zahak and Officer Megido simply weren't ambitious enough, and now they too were in her intricate web. The only investigators with more leverage over the force than her were Officer Captor and... the other one.

Terezi Pyrope. Officer Vriska Serket clenched her fist at the thought of her. Terezi had a way of getting to people that even Vriska had never mastered, and it showed in her success rate. Pyrope and Captor never failed to bring in a criminal, and until they did, Vriska could never pass them. That's why, no matter what it took, she would grind them both to dust. Nobody stood in her way without suffering the consequences of her wrath eightfold!

This case would be her big break. It was unusual enough to be worthy of public attention, so whoever solved it would be due honors from the city. There was also only one possible way to track down the guilty party, and it just so happened that Vriska was in a much better position to apply it than Terezi.

Vriska would do anything - ANYTHING - to win, and if that meant cheating, well, then she was in her element. There was only one APD officer would could walk into the territory of any one of the notorious criminal gangs that ran the city. Anybody else would be killed, usually horrifically, but there was one cop who had nothing to fear. All of the gangs wanted her in their debt, because it was obvious that she was destined for the top. Thus, they would do her favors, and if she ever happened to convict some innocent bystander for a crime committed by one of their subordinates, well, promotions came from convictions, not from truth.

As with everything else, this case was going to go her way. It was all so simple. The body was not identified, so she checked the dispatcher logs for missing person reports. 6 that night. She paid a visit to five of them, bullying them (perhaps more than necessary, but how else would they get the strength to recover from their loss?) until it was obvious their missing person was irrelevant to her. The final house, however, was more promising.

The family lived in Alternia Heights, so they were well-to-do, though not exactly wealthy. It was a troll family - a mother (Evelyn), an adolescent daughter (Kiera, whose horns were a bit deformed), and a young son (Kade). There had also apparently been a dog at some point. The father (Aiden) of the house had gone missing on the night of the murder, and the photograph of him in the family room was a dead ringer for the cold slab of meat Vriska had investigated in the mortuary. Even more incriminatingly, this innocuous family had inexplicably been targetted again and again with threats and acts of violence.

The mother sobbed light-blue tears as she told the tale: first, the phone would ring in the middle of the night, and the caller would hang up as soon as they answered. Then they started getting letters with nothing written on them. This stopped for a week, but then there was another late-night call.

"Have you ever heard a man die?" asked the voice, followed by a man pleading for his life, screaming in pain, and then silence. The next day, a letter arrived, crusted with dried blood.

A week later, due to a miscommunication, both she and her husband had come home after the kids, only to find them both crying. Someone had trapped the dog inside the oven and turned it on while they were all away. That night, the phone call played a recording of the dog whimpering and then squealing in increasing desperation. This time they hung up first.

Since then, both Kade and Kiera had school friends disappear, and now everybody avoided them like they were cursed. "Why is this happening to us?" Evelyn moaned. "We've never done anything to anyone! You're police, can you help us?"

Helping them had nothing to do with it. "Tough 8reaks, ma'am. Fortun8ly, I can find out who's doing this, and I'll take them down. Don't worry, I always win!!!!!!!!" Not that it would help them any.

This family was stupid. It was obvious why they were targetted. Their neighborhood's housing association had mandated brown fences, but Evelyn had painted theirs white. Their neighborhood hosted an unoccupied house owned by the Nitram estate, and that meant their housing association was likely run by him from somewhere behind the scenes as well. Deviating, then, from its specifications was suicide. Really, they deserved to die. Nope, Vriska needn't trouble her conscience (conscience? what conscience?) over their doom. If it helped her get ahead, she would see it through (or so she kept telling herself).

Vriska finished up her conversation with the terrified widow and started to leave the house, an evil grin on her face. Tavros Nitram was Mr. Pupa. This was common knowledge on the force, but he held so much sway that nobody dared acknowledge it. But Vriska wasn't scared of him. She wasn't scared of anybody. It wasn't like she was out to take him down - people as powerful as him weren't useful in defeat. It'd be better if he retained his power, remaining in a position from which he could be -

"Manipul8d........" she said aloud. She had met Tavros when they were children at some dinner party his family had hosted. He had seemed to be something of a weak pushover, and Vriska distinctly remembered making that night torment for him. Once a weakling, always a weakling, and his seemingly limitless resources and unexpected capacity for cruelty didn't change that a bit. She'd get him on her side more easily than any of the other gangs.

Really, it was inevitable that she would win. To solve crimes in Alternia City, one needed the cooperation of the criminals. Officer Holier-Than-Thou Pyrope would never stoop to that level, and so she would lose. The gangs would give up fall-guys, Vriska's successful record would become absolutely ludicrous, and everyone would be happy. It was the perfect scenario.

"hey." An unexpected tug at her arm. Vriska looked down.

Kade. His eyes were surprisingly large. "What do you want?" she asked.

He looked at the floor nervously, then steeled himself and held out his hands. He was holding an extremely amateurishly-made bracelet. "i made this for my mom, for good luck, but i think you need it more than us. i hope you find the bad guys, and i hope that they don't hurt you." He smiled, then blushed and looked away.

Even Evelyn managed to stop crying and smile at that. "He's always wanted to be a police officer. Please be safe. It would be great if you could come back and give him a tour of the police station or something."

She accepted the gift off-handedly. "Why, thank you, little 8oy. What a gr8 present!" It went straight into her pocket. Might as well wait until she was out of sight of the house before throwing it out. The poor fools.

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As she drove to Nitram Manor, the bracelet seemed heavy in her pocket. "Why don't I just throw it awaaaaaaaay????????" she asked herself, not for the first time. It was absolutely ridiculous. The family was doomed, and she ABSOLUTELY did not care what happened to them (shut UUUUUUUUP, tiny voice!). Also, Mr. Pupa was a small-timer in big shoes, and she didn't need to be afraid of him (her heart was racing out of excitement, not fear!). Whatever it took to get ahead, that's what she would do. And so she drove on.

Chapter 2
Chapter 4

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I decided that I needed a new perspective here, and Vriska made the most sense to me, so I'm merging some ideas I had for other Vriska stories into this one. I didn't feel capable of a Vriska first-person engagement, so she's third-person. This more-or-less delegates her to secondary-character status after Terezi in this story, but I'm confident that I can still use her.

Also, my automated quirkification is being put through the ringer with her since so much of her quirkiness comes through phonetic replacement instead of strict letters like Terezi's/Eridan's/etc. It seems to be working so far, though, as I wouldn't even have caught "fortun8" on my own. :)

TBH, this chapter feels very disorganized to me, and though I wrap things up in the end (I think), an editor would probably roll up a newspaper and hit me with it for a while until I improved this thing's flow. That said, I wrote it past my bed time, and I have to go to work tomorrow morning, so no further improvements tonight. Good night!