Allison does so, but just barely. She seems a bit more frightened. She keeps glancing around, looking at the silhouettes. She remains quiet.
Suddenly, she is standing in the trench with him. This is not how the spell normally goes. He turns around fully, holding a teacup of coffee and offering it to her. The fly buzzes over to his shoulder, landing into hundreds of identical flies. The Taker seems a lot bigger now. Too big for the trench, really. Even sitting down, his upper half goes well over the lip of the hole. Whatever war was going on here, it is long over, and one gets the feeling that it might be the Taker's fault. "Excellent job," He says, addressing the fly. "Now, just what sort of miracle are you after?"
"Miracle?" She said, taking the cup but she did not drink from it. "I am after no miracle."
"Ah, are you not? Wouldn't it take a miracle to ease your pain? To lift your spirits once more? Surely, you must have something you want."
"I seek nothing." She said, sipping from the cup she was given. "I thank you for your offer, you are a kind thing."
It's a caramel mocha. The masked giant shakes its head. "I believe you misread me. You have something I want, and I want to make a deal for it. I'll grant you whatever you wish if you'll grant me understanding."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She immediately jumps out of the trash can "I was going to clean up after I swear!"
A young man, about 26 or 27, is smiling at them. He has worn brown boots, a white shirt with an old brown jacket over it, and black pants. He has a cheery smile on his face. His hair is blonde and messy and he has light brown eyes. Over his back is a lute that seems to be in great condition. "Hello. Are you alright?"
"Um yeah I'm just looking for anything I can sell or jerryrig"
Allison does so, but just barely. She seems a bit more frightened. She keeps glancing around, looking at the silhouettes. She remains quiet.
Suddenly, she is standing in the trench with him. This is not how the spell normally goes. He turns around fully, holding a teacup of coffee and offering it to her. The fly buzzes over to his shoulder, landing into hundreds of identical flies. The Taker seems a lot bigger now. Too big for the trench, really. Even sitting down, his upper half goes well over the lip of the hole. Whatever war was going on here, it is long over, and one gets the feeling that it might be the Taker's fault. "Excellent job," He says, addressing the fly. "Now, just what sort of miracle are you after?"
"Miracle?" She said, taking the cup but she did not drink from it. "I am after no miracle."
"Ah, are you not? Wouldn't it take a miracle to ease your pain? To lift your spirits once more? Surely, you must have something you want."
"I seek nothing." She said, sipping from the cup she was given. "I thank you for your offer, you are a kind thing."
It's a caramel mocha. The masked giant shakes its head. "I believe you misread me. You have something I want, and I want to make a deal for it. I'll grant you whatever you wish if you'll grant me understanding."
"What could I have that you want?" She asked, raising a brow at them.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
She immediately jumps out of the trash can "I was going to clean up after I swear!"
A young man, about 26 or 27, is smiling at them. He has worn brown boots, a white shirt with an old brown jacket over it, and black pants. He has a cheery smile on his face. His hair is blonde and messy and he has light brown eyes. Over his back is a lute that seems to be in great condition. "Hello. Are you alright?"
"Um yeah I'm just looking for anything I can sell or jerryrig"
"oh?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It's a caramel mocha. The masked giant shakes its head. "I believe you misread me. You have something I want, and I want to make a deal for it. I'll grant you whatever you wish if you'll grant me understanding."
"What could I have that you want?" She asked, raising a brow at them.
It leans forward, the dark lenses of its mask revealing nothing. "What will you take in trade for your pain?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She immediately jumps out of the trash can "I was going to clean up after I swear!"
A young man, about 26 or 27, is smiling at them. He has worn brown boots, a white shirt with an old brown jacket over it, and black pants. He has a cheery smile on his face. His hair is blonde and messy and he has light brown eyes. Over his back is a lute that seems to be in great condition. "Hello. Are you alright?"
"Um yeah I'm just looking for anything I can sell or jerryrig"
"oh?"
"Yeah, I need to save my money for food so do whatever I can to make more.. like... Um... This old twisted fork! If you get enough of them you can melt em down and make a chain!"
She immediately jumps out of the trash can "I was going to clean up after I swear!"
A young man, about 26 or 27, is smiling at them. He has worn brown boots, a white shirt with an old brown jacket over it, and black pants. He has a cheery smile on his face. His hair is blonde and messy and he has light brown eyes. Over his back is a lute that seems to be in great condition. "Hello. Are you alright?"
"Um yeah I'm just looking for anything I can sell or jerryrig"
"oh?"
"Yeah, I need to save my money for food so do whatever I can to make more.. like... Um... This old twisted fork! If you get enough of them you can melt em down and make a chain!"
"Thats very creative." he says with a kind smile
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It's a caramel mocha. The masked giant shakes its head. "I believe you misread me. You have something I want, and I want to make a deal for it. I'll grant you whatever you wish if you'll grant me understanding."
"What could I have that you want?" She asked, raising a brow at them.
It leans forward, the dark lenses of its mask revealing nothing. "What will you take in trade for your pain?"
"Now why in the world would you want that?" She asked, eyes narrowed in suspicion.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
She immediately jumps out of the trash can "I was going to clean up after I swear!"
A young man, about 26 or 27, is smiling at them. He has worn brown boots, a white shirt with an old brown jacket over it, and black pants. He has a cheery smile on his face. His hair is blonde and messy and he has light brown eyes. Over his back is a lute that seems to be in great condition. "Hello. Are you alright?"
"Um yeah I'm just looking for anything I can sell or jerryrig"
"oh?"
"Yeah, I need to save my money for food so do whatever I can to make more.. like... Um... This old twisted fork! If you get enough of them you can melt em down and make a chain!"
"Thats very creative." he says with a kind smile
"Thank you! I also use beads for makeing bean bags, and modified boots as storage!"
She immediately jumps out of the trash can "I was going to clean up after I swear!"
A young man, about 26 or 27, is smiling at them. He has worn brown boots, a white shirt with an old brown jacket over it, and black pants. He has a cheery smile on his face. His hair is blonde and messy and he has light brown eyes. Over his back is a lute that seems to be in great condition. "Hello. Are you alright?"
"Um yeah I'm just looking for anything I can sell or jerryrig"
"oh?"
"Yeah, I need to save my money for food so do whatever I can to make more.. like... Um... This old twisted fork! If you get enough of them you can melt em down and make a chain!"
"Thats very creative." he says with a kind smile
"Thank you! I also use beads for makeing bean bags, and modified boots as storage!"
"Wow! Whats your name kiddo?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It's a caramel mocha. The masked giant shakes its head. "I believe you misread me. You have something I want, and I want to make a deal for it. I'll grant you whatever you wish if you'll grant me understanding."
"What could I have that you want?" She asked, raising a brow at them.
It leans forward, the dark lenses of its mask revealing nothing. "What will you take in trade for your pain?"
"Now why in the world would you want that?" She asked, eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"How much does that matter to you? Anything you wish for can be made real." It sighs and sits back up in its small, wooden chair. "I just need to understand its nature."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She immediately jumps out of the trash can "I was going to clean up after I swear!"
A young man, about 26 or 27, is smiling at them. He has worn brown boots, a white shirt with an old brown jacket over it, and black pants. He has a cheery smile on his face. His hair is blonde and messy and he has light brown eyes. Over his back is a lute that seems to be in great condition. "Hello. Are you alright?"
"Um yeah I'm just looking for anything I can sell or jerryrig"
"oh?"
"Yeah, I need to save my money for food so do whatever I can to make more.. like... Um... This old twisted fork! If you get enough of them you can melt em down and make a chain!"
"Thats very creative." he says with a kind smile
"Thank you! I also use beads for makeing bean bags, and modified boots as storage!"
"Wow! Whats your name kiddo?"
"Alloy!"
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Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
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"Nothing.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It's a caramel mocha. The masked giant shakes its head. "I believe you misread me. You have something I want, and I want to make a deal for it. I'll grant you whatever you wish if you'll grant me understanding."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Um yeah I'm just looking for anything I can sell or jerryrig"
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
"What could I have that you want?" She asked, raising a brow at them.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"oh?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It leans forward, the dark lenses of its mask revealing nothing. "What will you take in trade for your pain?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Yeah, I need to save my money for food so do whatever I can to make more.. like... Um... This old twisted fork! If you get enough of them you can melt em down and make a chain!"
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
"liar"
psychopath ^-^
"Thats very creative." he says with a kind smile
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Neither am i." He grins and tilts his head "Let me talk to him."
Brava and Mikey look over, guns raised in alert.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"So what if i am?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Now why in the world would you want that?" She asked, eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"o-ok..." after a few moments therens eyes go black. Pitch black wings and ram horns appear. "Well hello there Xan."
"Dont hurt him! H-hes a bit aggravated!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Hello there. Do me a favor. Stop hurting him. It would work out best for both of us." He said, gripping their wrists.
Mikey lowers his gun but Brava keeps it raised.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Thank you! I also use beads for makeing bean bags, and modified boots as storage!"
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
"Would it now my dear?" he says, voice distorting.
The dragon roars in rage and spews fire.
*Dex save*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Wow! Whats your name kiddo?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"How much does that matter to you? Anything you wish for can be made real." It sighs and sits back up in its small, wooden chair. "I just need to understand its nature."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Alloy!"
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!