So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
“If you only cared about yerself, you wouldn’t even bother bein’ ‘round someone like me.” She smiles.
“Luckily, your cooperation will help your case.”
“But what if I’m just stringing you along with an emulation of empathy verging on affection for selfish reasons and purely out of desire for what you can give me, so long as the net value is positive?”
“…cool. Sorry, I’ve had a… long night, y’know?”
*Sorry back now.*
She can’t help but look own to Riotan with a smile, kissing her thumb before putting it on his forehead “Then I looks like I’ve fell for it.” She chuckles and continues to eat the crocodile.
He nods “I understand perfectly, I’ll go, you should get some rest.” He begins heading towards Vit’s residence.
“If you only cared about yerself, you wouldn’t even bother bein’ ‘round someone like me.” She smiles.
“Luckily, your cooperation will help your case.”
“But what if I’m just stringing you along with an emulation of empathy verging on affection for selfish reasons and purely out of desire for what you can give me, so long as the net value is positive?”
“…cool. Sorry, I’ve had a… long night, y’know?”
*Sorry back now.*
She can’t help but look own to Riotan with a smile, kissing her thumb before putting it on his forehead “Then I looks like I’ve fell for it.” She chuckles and continues to eat the crocodile.
He nods “I understand perfectly, I’ll go, you should get some rest.” He begins heading towards Vit’s residence.
*Back.*
*yo*
He stares up at the spot where she touched him, twitching slightly.
Mauric sighs and slides back into bed. Meanwhile, Vitroze is trying to keep working, pouring a mix of black coffee and vodka into their neck stump.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“If you only cared about yerself, you wouldn’t even bother bein’ ‘round someone like me.” She smiles.
“Luckily, your cooperation will help your case.”
“But what if I’m just stringing you along with an emulation of empathy verging on affection for selfish reasons and purely out of desire for what you can give me, so long as the net value is positive?”
“…cool. Sorry, I’ve had a… long night, y’know?”
*Sorry back now.*
She can’t help but look own to Riotan with a smile, kissing her thumb before putting it on his forehead “Then I looks like I’ve fell for it.” She chuckles and continues to eat the crocodile.
He nods “I understand perfectly, I’ll go, you should get some rest.” He begins heading towards Vit’s residence.
*Back.*
*yo*
He stares up at the spot where she touched him, twitching slightly.
Mauric sighs and slides back into bed. Meanwhile, Vitroze is trying to keep working, pouring a mix of black coffee and vodka into their neck stump.
She laughs at his look, skinning the croc and putting the skin into her side pouch.
He knocks on the door with a knuckle “Supreme Judge Tyler, you in there Vitroze?”
“If you only cared about yerself, you wouldn’t even bother bein’ ‘round someone like me.” She smiles.
“Luckily, your cooperation will help your case.”
“But what if I’m just stringing you along with an emulation of empathy verging on affection for selfish reasons and purely out of desire for what you can give me, so long as the net value is positive?”
“…cool. Sorry, I’ve had a… long night, y’know?”
*Sorry back now.*
She can’t help but look own to Riotan with a smile, kissing her thumb before putting it on his forehead “Then I looks like I’ve fell for it.” She chuckles and continues to eat the crocodile.
He nods “I understand perfectly, I’ll go, you should get some rest.” He begins heading towards Vit’s residence.
*Back.*
*yo*
He stares up at the spot where she touched him, twitching slightly.
Mauric sighs and slides back into bed. Meanwhile, Vitroze is trying to keep working, pouring a mix of black coffee and vodka into their neck stump.
She laughs at his look, skinning the croc and putting the skin into her side pouch.
He knocks on the door with a knuckle “Supreme Judge Tyler, you in there Vitroze?”
"Hey wait that's the part I need!"
They slam the door open, looking disheveled. "Whaddya want?"
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Do I want to throw Movie Star Hero boy at y'all or the F R E N C H?*
*F R A N C O I S*
From the darkness, amongst the trees, eyes glint slightly under the moonlight. A man, standing about 5'8, steps out of the darkness, barely making a sound. He wears a black balaclava and a three piece suit made of similar coloration. He places a cigarette between his lips, lighting it with a sleek black lighter. The end catches, glowing slightly amongst the darkness.
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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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Traitor wanders past, seeing what Riotan is working on and moving over to get a better look. "What're you working on?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
(Hi Yvonne)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*I am returned from driving, how is all*
*how do i interact with christmas spirit*
Thirteen watches him for a moment, then goes back to reading.
He cranes his neck, looking up at them. “Yo.”
The little god turns to stare up at them. The last memory of me.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Back.*
*characters for those of you interested in rp-ing rn*
Constant is taking a walk through town
Tycho has once again gotten a bottle of alcohol, sipping the Fey wine
Something is singing in the forest
-gonna intro shortly*
*Anyone else want to roleplay?*
*yo*
He stares up at the spot where she touched him, twitching slightly.
Mauric sighs and slides back into bed. Meanwhile, Vitroze is trying to keep working, pouring a mix of black coffee and vodka into their neck stump.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*that’s a quitter mindset*
“Acheron is a plane of endless war where certain gods beckon their flock to fight eternally and pointlessly.”
“Didn’t run off, just had other business.”
Yes… but a very small one.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
KK hears the song, and looks to find its source, faintly humming to the tune in stereo.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
She laughs at his look, skinning the croc and putting the skin into her side pouch.
He knocks on the door with a knuckle “Supreme Judge Tyler, you in there Vitroze?”
*Do I want to throw Movie Star Hero boy at y'all or the F R E N C H?*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*F R A N C O I S*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Who would you like?*
"Hey wait that's the part I need!"
They slam the door open, looking disheveled. "Whaddya want?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
From the darkness, amongst the trees, eyes glint slightly under the moonlight. A man, standing about 5'8, steps out of the darkness, barely making a sound. He wears a black balaclava and a three piece suit made of similar coloration. He places a cigarette between his lips, lighting it with a sleek black lighter. The end catches, glowing slightly amongst the darkness.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘