Cathy

@this-is-not-an-alien @ragnarok

Could I bring in someone else? 🙃

And if yes… which rooms/people would you like them to be dropped with..?

Wait, what’s happening?!?!?!?!? 

Before Sherlock could object, he had locked Nathair in the other room. Just lovely. If Nathair got out, Sherlock was certain he would kill him. Disobeying every command he gave, Sherlock’s body started walking to the throne.

NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONO!!!!!!! 

He was not okay with this! NOT! Oh great, now h…[Read more]

[@this-is-not-an-alien, You enter the door.]

[The room is large – almost unfathomably so. Pillars reach to the roof, each shaped like thorny vines. They support a roof so far above you that it is shrouded in shadow, except for the occasional dim light from rose-shaped lanterns. The marble under your feet resembles a chess-board. Each white tile h…[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]

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]

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]

“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 🐒

*Leana just wants to sit down and cry…* *leans her back against wall/sets down her pack* *stares at floor/waits for them to decide what to do* *glances toward John*

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@this-is-not-an-alien @ragnarok 🦌

When they finished, Arsene put his tail coat back on. “Well, that was fun. We should try going on a picnic next time.”

Arsene glanced back at the rest of the kitchen. Half of it was covered in flour, there were a few burn marks on the wall, and there were a couple trays of inedible bread on the table. One was Alessio and Arsene’s attempt to make…[Read more]

Could we skip the rest of preparing, and just… head to whatever doorway they’re going to walk through. 😄

If yes…?

Everybody has a pillowcase with an equal distribution of supplies. (Except Leana, who has a few extra odds and ends in her bag. Others could have asked for particular things, too. (: )

All this hullabaloo done, she looked…[Read more]

@this-is-not-an-alien ahh that makes sense.  That’s ok!

Leana scowls into her bowl, then says to where they all can hear, her voice steady, “Shake enough flower into your bowl, to where it’s about three inches deep.” She does it, not looking up.

*will proceed to give instructions, doing it herself, whether others follow or not* *will stop to answer questions, if they have honest ones,…[Read more]

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Is anyone up for more character castle shenanigans?

Alessio’s face seemed carefully blank, and his silence stretched so long Leana wondered if she’d forgotten something very very important.

“That- That’s excellent.” He smiled, almost fakely, and stammered.

She nodded slowly. Okay. “Alright.” *hesitant smile* “If you think of something else, will you let me know?”

Alessio put his fingers up and…[Read more]

Leana looked from Alessio to Arsene, brows lifted. You can cook? *definitely suspicious* “Alright… Rinse off your hands. I’ll tell you what to do.” *looks at Crorie/smiles* “You, too. The more who help, the faster it’ll go.”

The cook swished up to Alessio, before he could. Her cheeks were flushed, not used to being bossed around in her own…[Read more]

Leana looked up at the kitchen door, when Alessio, Crorie, and Arsene entered, and smiled the smallest bit.

The pile of supplies was all accumulating inside a single pillowcase, in a corner of the room. A few women worked on making bread around Leana. She’d passed the pan with the dough off, when no fire could be found, and they said there was a…[Read more]

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SEARCH

“How could I have anticipated that would happen!?!” Nathair says from the ground.

I lunge at Burn, knocking us both to the ground. “Stop! Punching! People! Without! Warning!”

He’s still howling curses though. Well. At least he recognizes me. Otherwise, things would have gone from…[Read more]

(Leana stuck her tongue out at Hades, if only a moment, when he refused the nick-name… She’ll still use it.)

As she listened to Alessio… Leana’s heart warmed and bubbled like a brook. Father loved Alessio. He knew him. He named him.

He… always seemed to make people feel valuable. Be they a senator whose carriage lost a wheel. Or a begger…[Read more]