(Anything is worth talking about if you need to. Its ok if ya don't wanna now, but if later my dms or pms are open*
(I just need to find something so I can cool off lol)
*well perhaps I can help :D*
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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
Callie is running through the halls muttering about guns and fire
A tall, friendly-looking huma man in a vest and untied tie is in the halls. He turns to intercept her. "Woah, woah, what's the rush, sport? Whose got guns and fire?"
"guns means fire and they definitely had a gun! Looked just like the one my dad used! They were wearing all black and masks and they took my blood and wantedtotrackmeand-" she keeps talking faster and faster, getting hard to hear through her tears
The man puts his hands on her shoulders and kneels, putting himself slightly below her eye-level. "Hey, hey, hey, calm. Calm. Breath in and out. I'll take care of it. Let's get you feeling alright, kay? What's your name?"
(Calm Emotions to suppress Charmed and Frightened)
*I mean, all they did was get a blood sample and asked her if they could put a chip on one of her bracelets (for their own safety they would prefer to know where everyone is.) And then she came across two, one of wich had a shotgun in case the staff tried to interfere with them using a cutting torch to get through a sealed door*
*I mean, all they did was get a blood sample and asked her if they could put a chip on one of her bracelets (for their own safety they would prefer to know where everyone is.) And then she came across two, one of wich had a shotgun in case the staff tried to interfere with them using a cutting torch to get through a sealed door*
*He's just waking up, so he's working with incomplete information. He knows one of his guests is upset, so he's not going to be happy. He's a somewhat stern and protective father-figure, and he's ready to assume that role for anyone who he deems worthy.*
Mother is in the main room. Anyone who dares to peek in can spot a tall, long limbed woman with grey skin, a large fanged mouth, and pitch black eyes who looks like she came out of an black and white film. She wears a grey dress and a large hat over her head but both look dirty and dusty. She is working on tidying the room, setting down small trinkets for others to find.
Mezzoni is with her, shutting the curtains so Mother's eyes don't get strained. He looks mildly frantic and panicked as he keeps fidgeting with the hem of his lab coat.
Mother suddenly drops down from the ceiling. "Hello there, sorry I had to come out but I remember that Mezzoni said to you not to trouble the people here... You are causing more harm than good..."
Colt is booking it down one of the halls, having gotten a box of matches off one of the nurses
An assistant rushes after him, mouth opened and snarling.
He is laughing manically as he vaults over a counter into one of the medical rooms
Mezzoni notices and sighs. He runs off, summoning his axe. "Colt. Place it on the ground or you'll go in the basement."
Colt frowns, holding the box close to his chest, "But doc, I've been good so far..." he mumbles, immediately being more behaved now that Mezzoni is here
"Hi, Callie, I'm Father. I own Better Days, but I've been away for a while. I think the quality of care might have declined while I was away. Could you tell me what you had for breakfast, Callie?" He hands her a mug of hot chocolate. He was not holding a mug a second ago.
Colt is booking it down one of the halls, having gotten a box of matches off one of the nurses
An assistant rushes after him, mouth opened and snarling.
He is laughing manically as he vaults over a counter into one of the medical rooms
Mezzoni notices and sighs. He runs off, summoning his axe. "Colt. Place it on the ground or you'll go in the basement."
Colt frowns, holding the box close to his chest, "But doc, I've been good so far..." he mumbles, immediately being more behaved now that Mezzoni is here
Mezzoni looks beyond agitated. "But you stole from my assistants. From me." He snarled, grabbed Colt by the back of the shirt.
Mother suddenly drops down from the ceiling. "Hello there, sorry I had to come out but I remember that Mezzoni said to you not to trouble the people here... You are causing more harm than good..."
"Huh? All we've done is gather research. We've left the staff alone."
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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
The man puts his hands on her shoulders and kneels, putting himself slightly below her eye-level. "Hey, hey, hey, calm. Calm. Breath in and out. I'll take care of it. Let's get you feeling alright, kay? What's your name?"
(Calm Emotions to suppress Charmed and Frightened)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I mean, all they did was get a blood sample and asked her if they could put a chip on one of her bracelets (for their own safety they would prefer to know where everyone is.) And then she came across two, one of wich had a shotgun in case the staff tried to interfere with them using a cutting torch to get through a sealed door*
The faerie latches onto its shoulder and starts tearing off bits of flesh.
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
She takes a deep breath "im Callie sir"
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
*how would you like to cool off?*
*He's just waking up, so he's working with incomplete information. He knows one of his guests is upset, so he's not going to be happy. He's a somewhat stern and protective father-figure, and he's ready to assume that role for anyone who he deems worthy.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Colt is booking it down one of the halls, having gotten a box of matches off one of the nurses
Mother is in the main room. Anyone who dares to peek in can spot a tall, long limbed woman with grey skin, a large fanged mouth, and pitch black eyes who looks like she came out of an black and white film. She wears a grey dress and a large hat over her head but both look dirty and dusty. She is working on tidying the room, setting down small trinkets for others to find.
Mezzoni is with her, shutting the curtains so Mother's eyes don't get strained. He looks mildly frantic and panicked as he keeps fidgeting with the hem of his lab coat.
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An assistant rushes after him, mouth opened and snarling.
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He trips over a body sprawled across the floor hidden in the shadows.
He is laughing manically as he vaults over a counter into one of the medical rooms
Mezzoni notices and sighs. He runs off, summoning his axe. "Colt. Place it on the ground or you'll go in the basement."
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One of the MTFs are patrolling the halls
Mother suddenly drops down from the ceiling. "Hello there, sorry I had to come out but I remember that Mezzoni said to you not to trouble the people here... You are causing more harm than good..."
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He mumbles a quick apology to the body, not really sure what it is
Colt frowns, holding the box close to his chest, "But doc, I've been good so far..." he mumbles, immediately being more behaved now that Mezzoni is here
"Hi, Callie, I'm Father. I own Better Days, but I've been away for a while. I think the quality of care might have declined while I was away. Could you tell me what you had for breakfast, Callie?" He hands her a mug of hot chocolate. He was not holding a mug a second ago.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Mezzoni looks beyond agitated. "But you stole from my assistants. From me." He snarled, grabbed Colt by the back of the shirt.
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"Huh? All we've done is gather research. We've left the staff alone."