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Leana honestly had no idea where to run, after getting down the stairs. Go back to Crorie? No. No. She ran the other way, darting around a man with strange clothes, and into a giant room.
Her jaw dropped and she looked up at the painted ceiling. Three or four houses tall. A giant thing hung from the middle of it, hundreds and hundreds of jewels hung from it. And… it glowed. Like every one of those gems had a candle inside them.
The ground was polished, smooth as the blade of a sword, but… beautiful. Multi-colored. Like paint had been spilled, and water had frozen over the top of it.
I am sick. Delusional. Leana swallowed hard, and slowly backed up, until she leaned against a wall, and slid to the strange floor. “Wake up.” She whispered. “Please…” How can I wake up?
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@ragnarok @this-is-not-an-alien @ethan-leonardJominkreesa
'Forth now! And fear no darkness!'
“DID HUMANS CARE ABOUT DECENCY WHEN THEY TOOK MY FAMILY?!” Sherlock shouted back, bashing the wall in a fury hard enough Alessio flinched before he could steel himself. “SO WHAT IF I AM NOTHING BUT SPITE?! I WOULD HAVE BEEN A PERFECTLY FINE PERSON IF HUMANS LIKE YOU DIDN’T EXIST!”
What did I do…? Besides which, nobody could actually decide if Alessio was a human or not – which was an excuse to hate, honestly, but…
Did that mean Endlessly Angry was actually considering genocide – if he didn’t just hate society but all humans in general…
Alessio still had a finger on his bow.
Panting, the half-draekon gripped some measure of self-control to lower his voice to an even more threatening volume, savagely.
“And you know fully well what I am talking about. Don’t think I didn’t notice how you would try to hide and appear small or how you would often grip your knife if something remotely threatening appears.” He said, doubtless knowing he’d touched a nerve. Alessio’s chest tightened like fist was twisting his insides around. “These aren’t habits a normal person has. You learned these habits to survive.”
Alessio’s jaw clenched as he glanced at a corner of the floor, biting any reaction he’d make. Just ignore it, he just wants to get a reaction. The more he forced himself to numb out the more nauseous he was.
“So, who was it that did it?” He mocked “An abusive family member? A teacher? Or people in general?”
He tensed just the barest at each of his suggestions. By then he’d already lost a lot of sensation – or not sensation as much as connection to the present moment. He knew he was starting to dissociate. He wrapped his arm around himself, digging his nails into his arm as if that would force him to ground himself again.
“S#HerL&ock! Yo<U’v>e $<aid> <enough>!”
Alessio ducked back a step as Sir Scary’s power activated, shivering involuntarily.
“Do you think you are the only person whose had your life ruined by society? I was in a war. I learned long ago that all people contained evil in some degree. But what matters isn’t whether or not people are good or evil. What matters is do they try to be good people.”
He couldn’t really *hear* the words – he knew what he was saying but it was like listening to a conversation in a dream he really wasn’t connected to this at all. He still glanced up at the man’s words.
He wasn’t saying that…He was hired to kill Alessio, he wasn’t going to actually protect him. But he wasn’t lying…
“But so far, I’ve never seen you do so much as one good deed.” He continued, his voice growling with the effort not to snap. “And if you harm any of the people in our company ever again, I will not hesitate to hospitalize you.”
This was stupid, he could not let down his guard over the slightest reassurance from the man who was literally hired to kill him.
There was clapping from some corner of the room, and Alessio didn’t even have to look to know it was Saga – who else would even?
“Excellent. Wonderful deal. Now, if you homicidal maniacs are done, who’s hungry?” Actually, Alessio was starving.
“Please go downstairs to the dining room, while I explain to Mrs. Leana and Lady Crorie what will be happening. Oh, and I should also find that man from before and alert him on what’s going on.” Wait, he’s not leaving me with these two again!? “Also, if there is so much as a chipped piece of glass when I get there, I’m putting a bounty on your head. And I am not talking about Alessio.”
With a smirk, Saga swung open the door and left with a sarcastic sort of “Good day.” to his brother.
Alessio stood stiffly still, trying not to do or say anything that could possibly draw attention. But he stared intently at Sir Scary like the harder he stared the more answers he would get and the more pieces would click in his head but he still couldn’t decide…
To be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
“BURN?!” Squeaked a girl who both looked petite and capable of punching a draekon if it looked sideways at her.
“SEARCH?!” Blurted the Blind Guy. Oh…yes. Yes he wanted to see where this was going.
“What are you doing here?” Burn fumbled waving his arm and narrowly missing a glass. Nathair watched them with bated breath, now he had not one – but two weirdos to be harbingers of chaos.
“What do you mean ‘what are you doing here?’ You’re supposed to be half-way across This Place! Are you okay? I did NOT like how that last conversation ended.” She fussed over him, her body tilted just a little with every movement she made.
“Waddya mean?”
“Yes, how did your conversation end?” Nathair whispered with unconcealed anticipation.
“Do you not remember throwing your phone?” She retorted. Nathair had no idea what a phone was but apparently it was important… almost like bandages, no one should ever throw bandages…
“Oooh yeah. I did do that.” He said – almost the exact same way Alessio would admit to climb out of the castle at night to a fifty foot drop without any ledges or footing so he could wander about town as a twelve-year-old without any adult supervision. Usually to practice shooting his bow while riding some animal at full gallop. “Well, it worked.”
“Stop that.” ‘Search’ commands, yanking the Blind guy’s hand out of his mouth. Oh yeah…Alessio was always chewing his knuckles too. “Now tell me what happened.”
Oh yes, please explain what all has happened. Everything that has happened is absolutely plausible and believable and won’t at all make people think you’re insane.
“Everything’s fine.” Burn lies, and actually inches a little closer to Nathair to whisper. “Hey, did we fall through another hole in reality?”
“Nope, same one.” Nathair said, without even trying to whisper. By now Search was fumbling through the Blind Guy’s cloths with ill-concealed abandon.
“Um. Do you notice anything off about this place?” Burn asks just a couple pitches higher than usual.
“It’s just a Ma’n’Pa shop.”
Oh yeah. Totally. Ah the upcoming shock and horror.
“I mean outside the shop.”
“What do you mean outside the shop?” She eyed him quizzically.
“Um. Come look?”
She rolled her eyes and decided to humor him, Nathair followed them both outside just waiting for it to hit.
“Alright. What do you want me to see?”
“Um. Look up?”
She gaped at the sky her eyes popping wide as saucers, kicking her two braids behind her with the effort to tilt her head even higher. Haha…yeah, this was almost worth nearly dying by landing in another dimension.
“So…who’s your girlfriend?” Nathair asked Burn.
@hannahrenner @rusted-knight @ethan-leonardTo be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
Hades didn’t know how long that would shut Sherlock up, but it worked temporarily. Now, he had to deal with Alessio, who was staring at him with the look his little sister often gave him. He probably should say something. But what?
“Arsene mentioned food. Let’s go downstairs and see what’s available.”
Arsene had skipped down to the hallway to find where Leana had gone off to. Crorie had followed, carrying her umbrella and war fan. On one end of his mind, Arsene was thinking about how he was going to scam all of that food. On the other, Arsene was thinking about what to give Crorie. Much like Arsene’s clothing, Crorie’s outfit was damaged. The suit was definitely unsalvageable, the skirt had a couple of holes where the knee was, and the shirt needed to be cleaned. Now might be the best day to get her something she would actually like. Plus, he needed to get his attire repaired or replaced.
Leana was already downstairs. Perfect. If he did everything correctly, he could get everyone fed and ready to go.
“Pardon me Ma’am, but are you hungry?”
Leana looked back at him. She was about to answer.
You can only come to the morning through shadows: Tolkien
“Pardon me Ma’am, but are you hungry?”
Leana’s eyes widened, and she looked up to see one of the men. The one who’d given her the bag, and the chocolate. She wanted to scoot back, but Leana already leaned against a wall. “I-” I am.
I don’t trust you. I don’t know what’s happening? I want to wake up. How can this be real? But who do you say all this to? “I- I am.” She pushed to her feet, slowly, like a cornered cat. But I’m not sure I want to go off with you. Or anyone else, in that room. I don’t even know about Alessio? But he might be a prisoner. No way to escape.To that thing. To them. *running thoughts*
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@ragnarok @this-is-not-an-alien @ethan-leonardJominkreesa
'Forth now! And fear no darkness!'
Caleb shrugged when the Hussar continued to drink.
“Suit yourself.”
Slipping over to the general store, he went over his list. First he needed to find a way home. Simple enough. A tall woman was at the counter reading a catalog.
“Excuse me ma’am.”
She looked up at him.
“Could you tell me if any ships are heading to Koral?”
She smiled gently.
“Sorry son. A jetstream rolled in from the north yesterday. Since then, most ships have been waiting or sailing for other ports.”
Caleb bit his lip.
“Thank you for your time.”
Scratch that off the list for now. His wallet wouldn’t likely last long enough for the winds to die down. He still had his axe though. Sliding down aisles, he picked up a wetstone, backpack and a box of ammo. He had his talents. he would just have to sit out a literal storm and be on his way. If he ran low on money, he could pick up an odd job here or there and earn more.
Paying for the goods, Caleb returned to the bar. After a quick search, he found them still at the counter. Burn was chatting up the drakers and trying to drink them under the table from the looks. Then Caleb noticed little details. Something about Nathair’s stance, his face, was wrong. He was too collected to be drunk like the drakers. Pushing toward him, he saw a fist fly. It hit someone and it was on. Very quickly others joined the fight. Rolling over the counter, Caleb fell behind the bar. He made the mistake of locking eyes with the bartender.
“You!”
Claws had him by the shirt collar.
“Your friend did a nice job up there. Now look at this mess.”
“They aren’t friends. I…”
“You brought him here.”
“Ok point.”
“You make sure he pays up or you drink paste for a year.”
“I can’t just make a stranger…”
A single claw pushed up into his jaw.
“Okay, I’ll try.”
“Good.”
With the bartender’s grip released, Caleb scampered to the door. Nathair had led the pack out it. He just caught the last of them enter the general store. Burn seemed to be surprised by woman he saw. Pardon, heard.
“So…who’s your girlfriend?” Nathair asked Burn.
Was he trying to start another fight.
The Devil saw me with my head down and got excited. Then I said Amen
“Arsene mentioned food. Let’s go downstairs and see what’s available.” Sir Scary said, tensely, regarding Alessio like he didn’t know what to do about him. It wasn’t like Alessio meant to stare him down but once he held eye contact it was hard for him to look away until the other person did first.
Alessio still couldn’t figure him out. What kind of assassin says stuff like that?
He waited for Endlessly Angry to head downstairs first – not that he thought that guy would stab him in the back if given a chance but he definitely thought that guy would stab him in the back if given a chance.
He’s still going to kill you when he gets the chance…Alessio thought, watching Sir Scary. But he wasn’t entirely sure.
They made it downstairs mostly without incident (we’ll pretend it was without incident to further the plot XD) Endlessly Angry’s words running on repeat through his head. He decided to ignore that. He hoped Arsene had found Leana, he didn’t want to think about her being out on her own. How could he ever face Nithel again if he lost her!?
‘I WOULD HAVE BEEN A PERFECTLY FINE PERSON IF HUMANS LIKE YOU DIDN’T EXIST!’
At least he was considered a human by that rubric…
They made it to a large, ornate room filled with polished tables. There was a glass chandelier overhead but it didn’t have any candles…?? The floor was reflective black and white squares and clicked a little with every footstep. Alessio didn’t like that, but at least that would mean no one could sneak up on him.
Endlessly Angry, probably just to unnerve him, picked a table in the middle of the room, blindingly visible to anybody who wandered through. Fine, whatever, he’s too sleep deprived to care.
Alessio eyed the tall, elegant chairs around the table for a second or two. It wasn’t like he’d never seen a chair before! But they still a novelty for the “progressives” of nobility – some “wonder of the North” thing.
He perched on the very edge of the chair, dangling his feet off the floor and slumping on the table, partially burying his face in his arm. Everything was bright, his head hurt he wanted to go to sleep without freaking out about anything.
He stared blankly at an odd rectangular prop in the center of the table holding…something rather like parchment but softer and more…fluttery? Numbly, Alessio tugged the corner of the white fluttery square and it flapped out the prop. It had the weirdest texture.
Still plastered to the table, Alessio fidgeted with the squares – mostly to stay awake. In the end he twisted the center a little until it looked like the stem of a flower and the rest of the parchment fluttered out daintily. It was something repetitive and soothing so he kept making simple flowers until he had enough to start stacking them on top of each other like a house of cards.
He had that about five rows high when Endlessly Angry slammed his fist on the table and knocked it all to the ground. Alessio bit his lower lip and shot the man a miffed look.
Then he quietly picked up some of the strewn flowers and tossed one at Endlessly Angry’s face contentedly. He waited a couple seconds and then tossed another and another with the same repetitive, disinterested motion he’d been stacking them with.
If he hadn’t been so sleep deprived, he would’ve thought better of it and probably just let it go – but as it was he was too tired to think about the ramifications of his actions.
But he did scoot a little closer to Sir Scary, as if to claim protection just in case.
To be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
CON
When the sun rose, Con was standing on the highest point of the hotel, looking out over the town. Once the sun was fully up he looked down and jumped. Igniting his jetpack, he flew down and landed on the roof Above an open window. Scanning for life forms Inside the room with his helmet, and seeing none, he swung down and into the room. He stepped through and out into the hall.
Walking briskly down the hall, Con looked for the room that he was supposed to have spent the night in. Upon finding it, he could hear the sound of arguing inside. Shaking his head, he ran down to the main lobby.
The lobby was empty, except for the few staff members cooking up breakfast. Grabbing a few things and taking them to a table, Con waited. Sure enough, one of the guys came out of a hallway and glanced around. Spotting Con, he started walking in his direction
MILES
Miles backed away from the bar as the fight broke out. Despite the fact that he was wearing really shiny armor, he managed to pay his tab and slip outside. Once there, he leaned against the wall. He’s right. Miles thought. I do stand out… A cloak maybe? I’m not taking this off. Which means…where could I get a cloak? I need something that will wrap around me well, and is full length…
He was very concentrated on his thinking, so he didn’t notice when the rest of the group left the bar. He was still deep in his thoughts when he heard an excited voice. Looking up, he saw the group standing at a store across the street, and Blind Guy was being hugged by some girl. Curious, miles approached them.
Random, but today was my 18th birthday!
It seemed like everyone had come around after all. First Caleb – looking quite anxious for no good reason – and Con – still far too visible in that shiny, conspicuous armor.
“Ah, good to see you,” Nathair announced “I knew you’d make it eventually.”
@ethan-leonard HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
Ah, right there. Armor guy (Con).
“Hello, Mr. Tin Man. Are you ready for breakfast?”
Armor guy was probably frowning at Arsene through his helmet, as he nodded. Smirking, Arsene led the way. Within minutes, they came to the dinner table, where Alessio was casual tossing napkins at Sherlock, who was getting more and more annoyed. When everyone was seated and the food was present, Arsene prepared his plate with a content smile on his face. Everything was so peaceful, so quiet.
Until Sherlock snapped and hurled a plate at Alessio.
Glaring at Sherlock, Arsene leapt onto the table, sprinting between Sherlock and Alessio. As he anticipated, the plate was broken and Alessio had a nice bruise on his head. With a stare that could terrify any mortal man, Arsene snarled. “YOU! I warned you there would be consequences if so much as a piece of glass was chipped!”
An idea came. An awful idea. Arsene Lupin got an awful, evil idea. And no, it was not to cosplay as Santa Claus, that was last week’s diabolical scheme.
Jumping off the table, Arsene vanished into the kitchen. Quietly sneaking passed the cooks, Arsene found what he was looking for. Leaving an Ace of Hearts, Arsene left the kitchen with a wheeled tray of pies.
Parking it right behind Sherlock, Arsene spoke. “Long ago, my father told me that in situations like this, a man was obligated to duel to prove his honor. Today, everyone has been publicly shamed, thanks to certain people. I won’t mention who. But now, the day has come. Sherlock, I challenge you to a duel.”
Picking up an almond pie, with an Ace of Diamonds in it, Arsene grinned at Sherlock. “I hope you like almonds.”
“I don’t.” Sherlock snapped, already getting positioned to dodge.
“Well, that too bad.” Arsene commented as he hurled the pie into Sherlock’s face.
Slowly, savagely, Sherlock removed the pie dish from his face, before glaring at Arsene. “A food fight? For real, Arsene? You can’t expect me to…!”
Arsene hurled another pie into his brother’s face. This time, Sherlock ripped the pie dish from his face at a far faster rate. Alessio could hardly hold back his laughter, which antagonized Sherlock enough to snatch a pie and through it at him. Sadly, it hit the white-haired assassin. Immediately, the white-haired assassin slammed his hands on the table in anger, before picking up scrambled eggs and retaliating against Sherlock. Direct hit. Knocked him onto the floor.
“These suits are expensive!” Sherlock barked, before he snatched a plate to fire back.
Leana had by this point stomped over to Sherlock, with Mr. Tin Man trying to stop her. “Stop this childishness this instant.”
A pie to the face. Mr. Tin Man readied his grappling gun, when Sherlock hurled another pie at him.
“How dare you hit a lady!” Arsene shouted, “Don’t worry ma’am, I’ll avenge you!”
Another pie hit Sherlock. Not Arsene’s. The thief turned just in time to see Alessio throw a pie at him.
And the food fight begins.
I leave it to you people to figure out what your characters are doing in this food fight. 🙂
You can only come to the morning through shadows: Tolkien
SEARCH
“So…who’s your girlfriend?” Snake-Punk says.
Ew. Grossgrossgrossgrossgrossgrossgross.
I interrupt before Burn can capitalize on the situation (in other words, make it worse).
“Best friend, name’s Sonja.” A common enough name where I’m from because when your mother is one of the Five Consuls, everyone becomes a copycat. So now half the people my age are some version of Sonja.
Fortunately for me, nicknames exist.
“But everyone calls me Search.”
BURN
Girlfriend? Girlfriend?! GIRLFRIEND?!
Excuse you but I did not survive being blinded, falling through like ten holes in reality, getting stabbed, hunted, kidnapped by a cult, amnesia, and floods for some jerk-punk with a stupid name to imply emotional incest!
But Search is already doing her polite correction and moving on… whatever…
“Can we focus on the holes in reality and getting back to where we belong?”
I can feel Ax-Punk scurrying over like a pup with his tail crunched between doors and flopping against his leg.
Metal-Punk is clanging nearby too.
“Ah, good to see you! I knew you would make it eventually.” Snake-Punk sounds way too amused. Like Oscar when he’s about to tick everyone off in the Senate with some ‘poking the bear with a stick?’ maneuver. Living with immortals is cool but he has still failed to explain what ‘bear’ is.
Focus.
Time to be helpful.
“Well Search, if my ears don’t deceive me, the other poor punks caught in this mess are here. That one,” I point in presumably the correct direction, “Is Ax-Punk. That one is Metal-Punk, and the idiot implying emotional-incest is Snake-Punk. He’s like Oscar, you’ll hate him.”
SEARCH
I listen to the list of names trying to not cover my face with my hands.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Don’t mind my friend here, he has amnesia and can’t remember names.” I smile.
Revenge is a dish better never served at all, but sometimes the spicy flavor can’t be resisted.
“Like I said earlier, my name is Sonja but everyone calls me Search. And your names are… ?”
When life knocks you down, wait 'til it passes over you and then attack it from behind.
Alessio paused in the middle of throwing the “parchment flowers” at Sherlock to stare at the food, mesmerized. He hadn’t expected much. He’d barely expected maybe more than a crust of bread – that would’ve been more than he was used to. So when plates and plates of eggs, bacon, biscuits and foods he didn’t even recognize he stared at it, disbelievingly. It was a trap it was a trap it had to be a trap maybe it was drugged?
Endlessly Angry kicked him under the table, hard. Alessio shot him a glare and kicked him back.
By then the food was set on the table and Alessio forgot all his animosity, snatching a plate heaped with…well he didn’t really know what most of the food was but he didn’t really care either, it looked delicious. Automatically, he shielded his claimed portion with his arm while he ate. He also crammed any biscuit or easily savaged food in his pockets – just in case.
Alessio glanced up to find Endlessly Angry glowering disdainfully at his tablemanners. Alessio squared his jaw obstinately and proceeded to eat the rest of his eggs with his hands. So Endlessly Angry kicked him under the table again.
So Alessio took a deep breath, smiled innocently and resumed barraging Endlessly Angry with fluttery flowers. It half occurred to him to try to think what Nithel would think of this. He’d tell me to be nice to this jerk…
He tossed another parchment flower at him.
That’s when Endlessly Angry snapped and threw a plate at him. Alessio reflexively jerked back and caught the plate inches away from his face. But well, he’d never sat in an actual chair before so the action tilted the chair back and knocked him into a contorted position twisted sideways with the handcuffs – earning Alessio a nice bruise on the back of his head.
Ow.
“YOU! I warned you there would be consequences if so much as a piece of glass was chipped!” Arsene snarled, leaping on top of the table. Alessio flinched before realizing Arsene was addressing Endlessly Angry, not him.
Almost as suddenly Arsene/Saga halted and then jumped off the table.
Dazed, Alessio propped himself upright, crosslegged on the floor and rubbed his head. The floor is nice, the floor loves me. He firmly decided against climbing that stupid chair again.
With a squeaking, rolling noise Saga returned wheeling in trays of…pies?
“Long ago, my father told me that in situations like this, a man was obligated to duel to prove his honor.” What…? “Today, everyone has been publicly shamed, thanks to certain people. I won’t mention who.”
Wait…no. It’s a bad idea.
“But now, the day has come. Sherlock, I challenge you to a duel.” He’s joking…right? Saga picked up a pie. On the bright side Alessio finally learned Endlessly Angry’s name.
“I hope you like almonds.” What are almonds?
“I don’t.” Sherlock snapped
“Well, that’s too bad.” Saga said hurling a pie at Sherlock’s face. Alessio stared at the pie he’d just wasted…wastefully. Although he did feel avenged now, but…that was food, food was hard to come by, and there was enough on this table to feed him for months-! Why don’t you throw knifes at each other it’ll be far less wasteful!?!
“A food fight? For real, Arsene? You can’t expect me to…!” His words were interrupted with a pie square in the face. Alessio’s eyes widened, suddenly he ducked his head, trying hard to stifle a grin – slightly panicking because he knew he’d get in trouble for laughing!!
In an instant, Sherlock hurled a pie at him. Alessio dodged at it hit…it hit Sir Scary. A laugh escaped before he could stop himself, he smothered more laughter unsuccessfully, staring in horror at his would-be assassin. Who slammed the table and then through a plate of scrambled eggs at Sherlock so hard he fell to the ground.
Alessio took this opportunity to snatch some more breakfast and stuff it in his pockets. The only trouble was…he was now out of pockets.
Alessio stared at Sir Scary’s pockets knowing what a bad idea that was and knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt he was going to do it anyway.
“How dare you hit a lady!” – Oh devils, Leana, was Leana ok?! – “Don’t worry ma’am, I’ll avenge you!”
Alessio hurled a pie plate at Sherlock like it was a knife or a frisbee. He also slipped a half of a biscuit in Sir Scary’s pocket. Sir Scary glared at him through the mask before he got his hand out. Alessio did the only dumb thing he could think of and hit Sir Scary with a pie. In hindsight, not the best idea seeing as they were handcuffed together and he had no escape contingency.
Luckily for Alessio, unluckily for Sir Scary, another pie hit him. So Alessio ducked out of the way (mostly) while Sir Scary was preoccupied. Leana was coated in some frosting from Sherlock.
“I am so sorry, are you ok!?” He stammered. And got hit with another pie in the side of his face. It tasted yummy. A bit of a dumb smirk crept on his face, as he grabbed another pie and spun in the direction of the attack.
To be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
The moment Nathair said it they’re looks turn to utter disgust and horror.
“Best friend, name’s Sonja.” The new girl interjected fairly smoothly while Burn still looked rather like he was gasping for breath in indignation if he didn’t puke first. “But everyone calls me Search.”
Weird name but ok. After all, if they’re counting Nathair got the worst name.
“Can we focus on the holes in reality and getting back to where we belong?” Yes, the “Abyss-bound” holes.
“Well Search, if my ears don’t deceive me, the other poor punks caught in this mess are here. That one,” Burn points wildly, close enough to the general direction of each person. Somewhat. “Is Ax-Punk. That one is Metal-Punk, and the idiot implying emotional-incest is Snake-Punk. He’s like Oscar, you’ll hate him.”
Well, tHanKs fRiEnD.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Search said with enviable decorum. “Don’t mind my friend here, he has amnesia and can’t remember names.”
Oof. Nathair glanced at Burn, feeling as that had been one.
“Like I said earlier, my name is Sonja but everyone calls me Search. And your names are…?” She paused.
He very seriously considered changing his name. And he would’ve done it too if everyone else didn’t already know his name so why…?
“Nathair,” he said, with a fake smile. “don’t make fun of my name and I won’t make fun of your’s. That’s Caleb and this is Miles.
We should probably find a place to stay…somewhere farther away from the bar, mm?”
@rusted-knight @hannahrenner @ethan-leonardTo be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
I’m going to throw a pie at your characters again if you don’t update.
You can only come to the morning through shadows: Tolkien
Leana gaped as the fight broke out. She’d been in frisky fights before, with her family. Be it apples, hay, dung, water, or pebbles. But she wasn’t in the mood, didn’t know when she would be again, and honestly would much rather go outside and start toward home. If home still existed.
But even if she did feel like a food fight, such a thing, in such a beautiful setting, with people who seemed to wear things nice enough to buy a house with? Noooo… What are they even throwing?
“These suits are expensive!” The angry man barked. Who’d turned into a lizard.
Her heart stumbled right before one of the gooey circles slammed into her face.
She stumbled back, and gasped for air, after she pulled it off. Sludge fell down her clothes. But then she tasted it. Woe. Her tongue stretched around her mouth, almost reaching the edge of her chin, one way, almost touching her nose, the other. Like a little worm. “Woe…” She almost chuckled, and drug her fingers along her face, scooping the mush and putting it into her mouth.
Arsene shouted something about avenging her.
“What is this stuff?” She murmured and squatted. Leana picked up more of the strange food, off the red carpet, and proceeded to eat it.
Pies continued to fly.
“I am so sorry, are you ok!?”
Leana glanced up to see Alessio, looking over the table at her, his dark eyes wide. “It’s good.” Leana smiled, just a bit.
Another pan hit the side of Alessio’s face.
She fell back onto her bum, and gaped. “Woe.” Uh… She saw a weird table thingy… about a third of which, was covered by the untouched strange pastries. Leana crawled under the tablecloth, avoiding whatever legs still rested beneath, and headed toward the pastries. Maybe I can get just one more, and go… find another nice corner to hide in.
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