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“Here.” The girl moved forward, getting herself cut in the process, and then she took his arm. Nathair watched her a little like a wary animal, not used to being touched. But she kept her word and gently plied the glass out of his skin. Tears were starting to well in her eyes as she worked.

“I am Leana daughter of Nithel.” She said, and added w…[Read more]

Ugh, everything hurt. It hurts. Where’s Alessio? What is this place? Owowowowowowowowow, Arsene was in pain. Please let something happen that would make him turn humanoid again.

He was wet. He hated being wet, why was he wet?

Ow… Just let him sleep… he was tired… he hurt everywhere…

Before Sherlock could rip that fake to pieces, he…[Read more]

Leana winced as Nathair stood, and held out her arms to keep him from moving, before pulling them back. “Here.” She stepped forward, wincing as she stepped on glass herself, and took one of his arms gently, avoiding the cuts where she could. She looked at the shards, and felt like her heart was being stung. But she started removing them, carefully…[Read more]

The girl smiled tiredly at Nathair, looking at him with a sort of confidence that almost made him uneasy. Complete trust? Not even Alessio had looked at him that way, even at his most trusting, that was just stupid.

“I…meant your cuts? I don’t know anything about this place-“

“Ah. Well. That would be nice too.” He said with an ironic smile, fumb…[Read more]

BURN

Okay.

So.

I can scream for help.

I can break the glass. (haha, yeah. Sure. Just magic up some super-strength like Drake. Right.)

Or … will the switch flip again?

Nope. It’s stuck. Perfect.

Anyway that alarm is off.

I’m just gonna … keep ignoring the glowing hearts on my arm. Why not?

I mean, ya’know punk. Why wouldn’t…[Read more]

Leana- Leana’s eyes held pain, but hope. She smiled tiredly at the man, trusting him,  for some reason. “I… meant your cuts? I don’t know anything about this place-” This dream.

She looked at the tanks, but struggled to recognize any of their forms within them. It was like they were purposely blurred. Where’s Alessio? <span style=”font-size:…[Read more]

Nathair coughed, in a bloody heap by the broken cage, but thankfully that obnoxious ringing died out. He would’ve had it just fine but for some reason his powers hadn’t worked. Drugged? Sure that would explain an ability damp but there weren’t effective stops for ghouls and besides that he was a wizard.

He hadn’t felt this helplessness since t…[Read more]

Leana gasped and gagged as she fell from her strange cage. She’d found the lever, after the water drained away, after she’d given up on escape… but here she was. Hacking on a stone ground. Trembling with cold, from head to foot. I hate water. Actually, she was never really given the chance to love it.

She lifted her eyes, still wheezing and saw…[Read more]

@this-is-not-an-alien

[Nathair chooses to break the glass.]

[It trembles with each hit. But the water sloshes around you, slowing each blow, muting each hit.]

[This won’t do.]

[You urgently need air.]

[Play it smart.]

[Look for a weak point.]

[You try attacking where the glass meets the base.]

[In the process, you accidentally hit the s…[Read more]

BURN

[Do I have to be alone right now?]

[But I guess it’s fitting.]

Isn’t it funny though? When you think about it? My entire life – well, everything I remember about my life – has been spent worrying about number one.

Yeah.

This doesn’t change the fact that I am my own worst enemy. It’s me, myself, and I that beats me up. Me, myself, and…[Read more]

Nathair blinks as the foxfire snaps up. Slowly the buttons melt. Well. Something happened. He knew waiting was a great idea!

Liquid blue pools on the floor around him. And suddenly something splashes in front of him. Uh, ok, invisible walls. That’s nice…

As everything trembles, Nathair tries smacking the invisible wall just to see if it’ll give…[Read more]

@this-is-not-an-alien, @ethan-leonard, @rusted-knight, @ragnarok, @kimlikesart

[@this-is-not-an-alien – The entire character castle is going to regret your choice.]

[You do nothing, save crossing your arms and smirking at the blinking, glowing buttons. For you are stubborn.]

[Stubborn as the foundations of this castle.]

[Stubborn as a m…[Read more]

Ohel’s eyes widened as first one man, then Alessio, darted from the building, like the gods were after them.

“John, take care of Leana and don’t let Ohel out of your sight!”

John? The masked man.

Leana’s eyes widened, looking from the door to John. She scooped up her bag and staff, and took a step toward the door.

Ohel hurried forward and g…[Read more]

“How…long might the trip be, in that case?” Ohel asked, so blithely optimistic.

I’m not sure you understood the ‘not within any traveling distance’ part of ‘not with any traveling distance’…

“He means we’re all stuck.” Arsene chirped, so helpfully. And Alessio glanced at him anticipating the theatrical version of their adventures, but instead…[Read more]

“Go on,” Mother said, “What happened next?”

The mirror had shattered. Why exactly, Sherlock didn’t know. He could still see a few memories. Should he try to get up?

Before he could entertain that idea, a flash of images entered his mind. The person he believed to be his mother, strangling the life out of him. It was all so sudden he almost…[Read more]

Ohel’s brows lifted, while his forehead crinkled. So… you do know where we are..?

“How… long might the trip be, in that case?” He straightened a bit more, trying to keep his hand away from his dagger, but habit made him long for the feel of it. Several months? A year? More? *honestly isn’t sure if home is worth that* *thoughts* Ohel’s face…[Read more]

She didn’t look comfortable with Ohel. Why did he even say he could be a part of the group? Nobody even wanted him to be. Alessio should’ve asked them first, or made a better decision. Why was he even making that decision in the first place, who was supposed to be the leader of this group?

Leana glanced up at him, but not reproachfully. She tru…[Read more]

Alessio didn’t say anything a moment, but at least he didn’t sputter… “Right now we’re pooling all our resources into survival in the hopes we’ll find something, or someone, that can provide some direction.”

Ohel brows lifted. *thoughts* He risked a glance toward the man behind the counter. *more thoughts* Ohel bit his tongue, waiting for Ales…[Read more]

My plotting process is following ✨da vibes✨

It is pain and agony. 🤣😭

*bows dramatically, swishing sparkly glitter all around*

*points accusatively* She’s a plotter, she finished her first drafts in like a few months she is evil. 😌

OF COURSE TROLL EMPRESS I SHALL NOT RULE THIS CITY I SHALL RULE THE WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!…[Read more]