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searching for my Beast
STATUS: To anyone who cares, I will be taking a break from rpg. I don’t know if I am coming back. 6 yrs ago
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To anyone who cares, I will be taking a break from rpg. I don’t know if I am coming back.
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6 yrs ago
Going to a dark place again... Trying to claw my way out is getting harder...
6 yrs ago
I am getting very tired of being blamed for things that are not my fault
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6 yrs ago
When you are so emotional you are close to dropping from every rp you are in just so people won't have to deal with you anymore
8 yrs ago
When a character that meant something to you gets torn down and thrown away like trash... 😢
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So I just got out of the Doctor and there are two strains of the flu going around.
Strain A has been killing people. Thankfully I have strain B, just as bad but not lethal. Regular anitibiotics don't work against this flu so they gave me something called termaflu to get rid of it. I also have strep throat on top of the flu.
Strain A has been killing people. Thankfully I have strain B, just as bad but not lethal. Regular anitibiotics don't work against this flu so they gave me something called termaflu to get rid of it. I also have strep throat on top of the flu.
@LadyRunic I was waiting for panther
I have a fever of 102, my eyes hurts and constant coughing has turned my throat into sandpaper...
Safe to say : I have the flu
Safe to say : I have the flu
@LadyRunic can you blame me? Clarice doesn't seem like the type to listen to logic. Forgive me for being more than a little nervous! Lol
I see three options here : try to use logic (how did Elsa get her hands on the clothes in the first place?), appeal to Falk ("I appeal to Caesar!" - bible reference), or move her hair out of the way to make it easier for the blade to sever her head from her shoulders (but then Clarice would get human blood on her dress so I could use that argument maybe)
I'm laughing through all of this. I know you will at least give me a mouse hole to escape through.
I see three options here : try to use logic (how did Elsa get her hands on the clothes in the first place?), appeal to Falk ("I appeal to Caesar!" - bible reference), or move her hair out of the way to make it easier for the blade to sever her head from her shoulders (but then Clarice would get human blood on her dress so I could use that argument maybe)
I'm laughing through all of this. I know you will at least give me a mouse hole to escape through.
And now Elsa is going to die
Someone! Help!!!!!
Someone! Help!!!!!
@BlackPanther
Elsa watched him while still playing. The piano was second nature to her, her fingers moving of their own accord so that she did not have to concentrate overmuch.
"From what I have always read the Fae are playful but cruel," she replied. "But humans can be far crueler to each other," she added, the frost coming back to her voice for a moment. Her fingers stilled, the music trailing off. Her eyes held a far away look.
"You're a bad little girl Ellie. God says you have to obey to your parents. Obey Daddy or you will be punished."
"You're not my daddy! Let go!"
"Such a bad little girl. Bad little girls are punished by God."
"Do you think this is punishment?" Elsa asked in a small, scared voice. "Do you think God has forsaken us? Left us to be tortured and devoured by these creatures? Is this what Hell is?"
Had she been such a terrible person? Was God really this vengeful? This heartless? Was there even a God at all? Or was that another lie from arcane times made to scare people into doing as they were told?
For the first time in a very long time, tears pricked at the corners of Elsa's eyes. They pooled, shimmering in the light before falling down her cheeks like liquid diamonds. The ice around her heart cracked, making her clutch at her chest at the pain of it.
The unknown was the most terrifying thing of all. She knew what to expect from the monsters she had grown up with. These monsters were strange and unknown.
Could one request death from the Fae? If she asked, would the King grant her relief?
Elsa cradled her head in her hands. She had battled dark thoughts her whole life but never to this degree. Logic forced its way up through the mire, struggling to reach the surface. Was something going on here? Someone, or something, digging up the darkness and amplifying it?
Elsa watched him while still playing. The piano was second nature to her, her fingers moving of their own accord so that she did not have to concentrate overmuch.
"From what I have always read the Fae are playful but cruel," she replied. "But humans can be far crueler to each other," she added, the frost coming back to her voice for a moment. Her fingers stilled, the music trailing off. Her eyes held a far away look.
"You're a bad little girl Ellie. God says you have to obey to your parents. Obey Daddy or you will be punished."
"You're not my daddy! Let go!"
"Such a bad little girl. Bad little girls are punished by God."
"Do you think this is punishment?" Elsa asked in a small, scared voice. "Do you think God has forsaken us? Left us to be tortured and devoured by these creatures? Is this what Hell is?"
Had she been such a terrible person? Was God really this vengeful? This heartless? Was there even a God at all? Or was that another lie from arcane times made to scare people into doing as they were told?
For the first time in a very long time, tears pricked at the corners of Elsa's eyes. They pooled, shimmering in the light before falling down her cheeks like liquid diamonds. The ice around her heart cracked, making her clutch at her chest at the pain of it.
The unknown was the most terrifying thing of all. She knew what to expect from the monsters she had grown up with. These monsters were strange and unknown.
Could one request death from the Fae? If she asked, would the King grant her relief?
Elsa cradled her head in her hands. She had battled dark thoughts her whole life but never to this degree. Logic forced its way up through the mire, struggling to reach the surface. Was something going on here? Someone, or something, digging up the darkness and amplifying it?
I've been really sick for several days. Still have a fever but will read up and try to post something.
EDIT:
Waiting on confirmation of a few things before posting.
EDIT:
Waiting on confirmation of a few things before posting.
@BlackPanther I glad you're okay! *hugs*
@LadyRunic that is cat for "get up and feed me woman!"
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