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Sub_230
Legacy Name: Sub_230

The Glacier Popoko
Owner: 1969

Age: 8 years, 11 months, 3 weeks

Born: May 5th, 2015

Adopted: 8 years, 11 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: May 18th, 2015

Statistics

• Level: 22
   
• Strength: 35
   
• Defense: 12
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 9
   
• HP: 10/9
   
• Intelligence: 168
   
• Books Read: 166
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Rare Gem Specialist

The room is wide and tall, with curving ceilings. All the walls and the floor, they’re sparkling like they’ve been made of diamond, or snow. The ceiling is covered in silver panels and each one is delicately carved into some sort of flower or pattern. Chandeliers hang from the ceiling that drip crystal gems and basking the entire room in a honeyed glow.

What surrounds you is nothing short of opulence. Victorian furniture in delicately arching curves, woods painted a silver to match the ceiling. All of the pillows, fabrics and rugs are variations of the same with the occasional cream or robin’s egg blue accent thrown in. A palace room made of snow and crystal, it would seem. Shining, splendid and lavish.

“I didn’t intend to have a visitor,” says a voice. Its smooth like chocolate and bitter, like cocoa. You look around but see no one—until something on the chaise lounge moves. One of the many pale fleece blankets are pushed aside to reveal—a boy. Or what looks like a boy. The expression on his face is anything but childlike. He seems put out with your very existence, and however small he looks, it manages to get under your skin.

When you don’t answer he huffs and stands. He’s small, barely over five feet, but he stands like he would tower over you. Not a child then, just…a very small young man. He’s dressed in pale satin trousers and a blouse that you could guess, just from the silver embroidery, cost more than your entire car. Soft tufts of platinum blond hair hand around his head in a fluffy halo, and icy blue eyes give you an expectant look. A dusting of cocoa powder freckles seem like stains against skin nearly the color of the white marble walls surrounding you.

When you still don’t speak, he crosses his arms. “Well?” He prompts. “What are you here for? Just to stand around and gawk at my things? That’s so rude, very rude. You haven’t even brought me anything.”

Was I meant to? You wonder as he starts towards you. Surprised by the tiny man’s speed, you take a few steps back.

“What is your name?” He demands. Only up close do you see the blue silk ribbon around his neck, embroidered with gold thread. Interesting.

You tell him your name.

He harrumphs at you and turns back around, sticks his nose in the air, and promptly buries himself back into his nest of blankets. “Don’t let the door hit you when you leave.” His head appears out of his nest of blankets suddenly, blue eyes big. “And bring me a sweet next time you come!”

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