I eagerly await confirmation as she closes in. I can handle that no problem.
That's when she touches me and i feel a pulse run trough me.
I don't notice it but my eyes turn yet black.
Weird, do I feel intimidated? No that isn't it, it's something exiting?
"Well I, uhm.." I stutter, I never stutter!
What is she.. her.. her eyes.. enchanting..
Wake up Weiss! It's an enchantment!
What?
She's manipulating you, us, me, Weiss! Wake up.
My mind clears up, did I let her get that far into my mind?
Take a deep breath Weiss.
"I am a crossroads devil, salesman of wishes and desires, broker of souls. You are a lovely Huldra, the most beautiful among the hidden folk and breaker of hearts."
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yeah and it's awesome. I used it once now to set the scene, i also did it twice in character. as in, martin stole a truck with a speaker system installed and is blasting music from his laptop at max volume.
stealth is for pussies :)
stealth is for pussies :)
Night had fallen.
Ciskel sat alone in his apartment, on the table lay a bunch of lacrima and a short wooden staff.
He still had several lightning and fire ones left, he had a bunch of empty ones now. He also still had his own gravity one, the one light made and the one black one that was so hard to transport that he wrapped a leather handhold around it.
He had bought a bandoleer belt for them, he'd figure he might need them during the mission. Especially with 2 magic stealing mages around. The Idea made him nervous. even if they where on his side.
The wooden staff had been used by his father, long ago.
Ciskel didn't know what it did, he never found out what kind of magic his father used.
But dad had always said that Ciskel would learn it under pressure. So might as well take it with him.
Charlie had wasted most of his time daydreaming, at one point a rat had waken him up and startled him. The rat problem resolved itself as it was desintegrated along with a small part of the bar.
They'll probably fix that, the always do.
Charlie realized the time and decided to put a crack team together.
He stood atop of a bar stool and shouted into the still crowded room.
"Who wants to come with me on demolition party!?"
Ciskel sat alone in his apartment, on the table lay a bunch of lacrima and a short wooden staff.
He still had several lightning and fire ones left, he had a bunch of empty ones now. He also still had his own gravity one, the one light made and the one black one that was so hard to transport that he wrapped a leather handhold around it.
He had bought a bandoleer belt for them, he'd figure he might need them during the mission. Especially with 2 magic stealing mages around. The Idea made him nervous. even if they where on his side.
The wooden staff had been used by his father, long ago.
Ciskel didn't know what it did, he never found out what kind of magic his father used.
But dad had always said that Ciskel would learn it under pressure. So might as well take it with him.
Charlie had wasted most of his time daydreaming, at one point a rat had waken him up and startled him. The rat problem resolved itself as it was desintegrated along with a small part of the bar.
They'll probably fix that, the always do.
Charlie realized the time and decided to put a crack team together.
He stood atop of a bar stool and shouted into the still crowded room.
"Who wants to come with me on demolition party!?"
there's a QQCode Cheatsheet beneath the submit button
Back to you Astrid. The most seductive of the hidden folk are Huldra.
If she is Huldra that does explain why I am hellbent on figuring her out.
"Yeah I think I got it." I say teasingly.
"You are a..." I lean in closer and whisper "A Huldra?"
If she is Huldra that does explain why I am hellbent on figuring her out.
"Yeah I think I got it." I say teasingly.
"You are a..." I lean in closer and whisper "A Huldra?"
As for speeding it up. maybe if there's a more environmental plot device that forces characters to interact more?
idunno
idunno
I really like using music. that was a sweet idea
Martin stood at the cliff listening to his cellphone for a while.
..
"Good, then it's the other one. Hold on"
Martin attached a headset to his phone and grabbed a shovel and started digging.
"He's like, this huge guy. Long purplish hair, leather pants and spiked shoulder pad... Oh yeah, the real deal. He fight's with extreme speed and clawed Johnathan to shreds. Until Johnathan hit him in the face with a blaze of glory that is... explosive suicide."
*sigh*
"Didn't get to see that up close, shame"
"Oh shut up you know you'd have watched"
"huh? oh yeah, so he totally survives that, plus he's got this blood lust in his eyes. I think he's our guy."
"What do you mean doesn't fit the description? I didn't get a description!"
"Fuck clearance levels I have a right to know that kind of shit."
Explosions are heard in the distance.
"Yeah well I don't - hold on..."
Martin drops the shovel and digs around in the stuff he threw in the back of the van to find binoculars.
"Ma'am, I got sight on the target. I repeat I got sight of the fucking target."
...
"I'll finish up here and then I am going over there, I'll keep you up to date."
He lighted a cigarette, even though he'd said he'd stop for good this time.
20 minutes later Martin swept the sweat of his head and put the shovel down.
He pressed play on his laptop and took a few steps back.
Martin sat back and watched the fruits of his labor.
Amazing grace blasted over the town as a funeral salute to all that had fallen that day.
Martin smiled as he shot the last magazine of 21 bullets into the air and threw the gun of the cliff.
..
"Good, then it's the other one. Hold on"
Martin attached a headset to his phone and grabbed a shovel and started digging.
"He's like, this huge guy. Long purplish hair, leather pants and spiked shoulder pad... Oh yeah, the real deal. He fight's with extreme speed and clawed Johnathan to shreds. Until Johnathan hit him in the face with a blaze of glory that is... explosive suicide."
*sigh*
"Didn't get to see that up close, shame"
"Oh shut up you know you'd have watched"
"huh? oh yeah, so he totally survives that, plus he's got this blood lust in his eyes. I think he's our guy."
"What do you mean doesn't fit the description? I didn't get a description!"
"Fuck clearance levels I have a right to know that kind of shit."
Explosions are heard in the distance.
"Yeah well I don't - hold on..."
Martin drops the shovel and digs around in the stuff he threw in the back of the van to find binoculars.
"Ma'am, I got sight on the target. I repeat I got sight of the fucking target."
...
"I'll finish up here and then I am going over there, I'll keep you up to date."
He lighted a cigarette, even though he'd said he'd stop for good this time.
20 minutes later Martin swept the sweat of his head and put the shovel down.
He pressed play on his laptop and took a few steps back.
Martin sat back and watched the fruits of his labor.
Amazing grace blasted over the town as a funeral salute to all that had fallen that day.
Martin smiled as he shot the last magazine of 21 bullets into the air and threw the gun of the cliff.
Hahahaha, I feel like a devil now.
The white hairded wolf girl already figured it out apparently, and I asume she knows what I am.
But then again I already figured out she's a werewolf.
"Are you sure about that wolfgirl?" I grin back at her.
"Maybe another game?"
But then again I already figured out she's a werewolf.
"Are you sure about that wolfgirl?" I grin back at her.
"Maybe another game?"
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