Mel

*will just make Leana ignore/not hear this conversation, because… the result wouldn’t be good*

Great.

Nathair crosses his arms and frowns at the stone throne with every fiber of sarcasm in his being.

Then he glances at the shadowy figure pacing.

Nathair approaches the figure and stabs him through the chest with a needle.

“Oops.” He smirks at the corpse before he walks up to the velvet throne and just starts stabbing the cus…[Read more]

[You approach the throne despite the uncertainty. You are correct in assuming that uncertainty abounds with any decision you make.]

[As you get closer, you see a streak of light fall behind the throne – a door has cracked open just a bit. Barely anything. But in the darkness of the room, this thin sliver of light shows … things perhaps better l…[Read more]

“Sherlock’s the same age as me, but I was born first.” Arsene said with the definite satisfaction of someone who bested his brother in something stupid. “I’m sure I’ve mentioned this at least once, but I’m not human. I’m a dragon hybrid. Hence, I’m not obligated to follow the basic aging process.”

No, you never mentioned that before!?!

Ale…[Read more]

The story shifts with a snap like the strings of a marionette at the end of a play.

Nathair finds himself in an empty, stone room silent as death.

A soft clip clop echoes louder and louder as the world bends.

And there is a stone throne ahead. So clean so large, but Nathair remembers when it was bloody, latched with chains that clicked and…[Read more]

@hannahrenner

I feel like we’ll die if we approach the throne, but let’s do that anyways. My answer is yes.

“You’re hilarious.” He said, staring at him for five whole seconds. Arsene just smiled. Said nothing. Just smiled.

Alessio came to the uncomfortable realization that Arsene was not joking. “How are you supposed to be that old? You’re a child!”

“Sherlock’s the same age as me, but I was born first.” Arsene added.

Smirking, Arsene presented…[Read more]

John frowned at him for several seconds (even with the mask his perpetual disgruntlement was almost audible).

“How old do you think I am?” He asked in a tone that made Alessio feel like anything he said next was going to sound stupid. Nevermind, forget that. Everyone here wasn’t his enemy, he was supposed to be trying this ‘nice’ thing to ‘make…[Read more]

BURN

“Details. Now.”

The world warped into gray-gold sensations.

Sticky like honey.

Chalky like ash.

Warm like both.

Round and frail.

I feel my blindfold – it’s replaced the bandages. Finally. And the infection is gone.

“Hey.” Grimme calls – her voice is close and how did I not know she was coming? “Does that feel better?”

“Yep.…[Read more]

Leana felt something warm drape on her shoulders and glanced up just in time to see Arsene skipping away toward Alessio and John. She smiled a bit, He’s sweet, and adjusted the blanket. Will it be cold, where we’re going..? 

She struggled to hold down mirth, as she listened to the men talk. That John was only nineteen, was shocking. But not nigh…[Read more]

Alright, group count. Arsene was 90% sure that Crorie was in the clothing or weapon section, Alessio was talking to John, and Leana… was asleep? Yes, she appeared to be asleep. Arsene should have been more observant of that. Oh, look there was a blanket right there. Taking the blanket, Arsene put it on Leana, before deciding to mess with Alessio…[Read more]

Alessio fidgeted awkwardly, glancing at everything in the store. He stretched his hands, closing and unclosing trying not to touch anything. It was too good to be true and he didn’t know the drawbacks. Maybe, maybe “Amnesia” decided to give them resources to make their struggles later more entertaining. But he didn’t want to depend on anythin…[Read more]

Nathair (contin.):

With age comes understanding. Or maybe just deceitfulness.

Day in and day out, Yasha come in. And for some reason Nathair went along with it – even enjoyed it. He just talked, told Nathair what he should be doing and that was annoying but…at least someone was talking to him instead of at him. It was endless babbling hon…[Read more]

Leana didn’t know what to say about the boys’ banter, about girlfriends, crushes, and such. She was too tired, and too used to it, after being around so many men in camps. Though… she did imagine what the perfect gift, from a fellow, would be…

Leana followed/walked with everyone to a store full of things she’d never even considered existing.…[Read more]

“If you like her, you should really buy her flowers.” Arsene said a-matter-of-factly and Alessio stared up at him blankly. It should be noted in his culture flowers have no romantic connotations – they use gemstones with romantic meanings instead. There were some cultures that used flowers, but Alessio was willfully ignoring that.

“I – What? No!…[Read more]

Arsene decided it was time. They’d go shopping, Crorie would find something she’d like, and they’d all get new equipment.

“If you like her, you should really buy her flowers.” Arsene told Alessio.

“What? No.” Alessio was now frowning at him.

“So you don’t like her?”

Alessio was now flustered, but then quickly countered. “What about you and…[Read more]

Hi! I’m a little late, but I’m here😀
I would love more CC shenanigans! I’ll try my best to keep up, although I do have a job & school🙂

If you guys are up for it, what do you think of having our characters meet their hero? It wouldn’t require for a lot of people to be active.

“Sure.” She said, staring at him a little stunned. But then she smiled a little crookedly. “Thanks.”

Alessio shrugged and mumbled something incoherent, not really sure how to respond to a thanks. Awkwardly, he kind’ve lightly wrapped his arms around her shoulders and brushed against her. He’d never learned it was ok to pull someone into a hug…[Read more]

“Uh, may I hug you? I mean would it be useful, or…?”

Leana’s gaze jumped from John to Alessio. *stunned a moment* “Sure.” *a bit comforted, by his concern* She breathed in slowly and proffered a half-smile, pulling her shoulders back. Thank you.

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@this-is-not-an-alien @ragnarok 🐒