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RPGC #22: Ode to Fury - Discussion

I lost track of the dates. I am sorry. :<

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖

I'm losing my role, ngl. It's been days now, and I have not touched the sheet. If its not completed by the end of the week, then drop me off at the music store.

𝓣ℎ𝑒 𝓕𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝒻 𝓐𝑙𝑦𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑎 & 𝓕𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛, 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡.

𝓟erhaps it would be better to forget

𝓣hat sometimes love dissolves and disappears.

“𝓝o... No...” Finnegan was in a sudden burst of sobs over having just poured fourth his entire heart to the love of his life. The younger brother, Walter, was sure that the older brother, Finnegan, was indeed heartbroken — and for good cause. He felt himself a to be pale in the face as he watched with flustering ability while his beloved Finny cried into his chest over Lady Alyssana.

The site was completely unmanly and perhaps even uncalled for, but all he could do was play the wet nurse (which was not something, I shall have you, as the dear reader know that the young gentleman had in mind nor would have ever dream for his afternoon... as per usual). “I have not seen you like this since Lady Madeline...” He let out a small pip of a voice for consoling, but other than that, he was at his wits end trying to explain to his brother that his entire speech was all too similar to the one he had given Lady Madeline.

“Hu?” His voice cracked as he looked with damp, red eyes at Walter. It was no use explaining to the man over how rehearsed and disingenuous he sounded, upon one knee. His stereotypical charlatan ways had significantly gotten the better of him this time. The best Walter could do was let the man be a buffoon for his emotions as he waited for the potion to eventually reach its limits.

. ❖ .

It was evening when the love potion finally wore off, complete with Finnegan moaning and groaning about some chest pain that he would not have been bothered to mention had his head not been throbbing, as well, “Water, Walter...”

Walter already had a glass ready, as this was not the first time in the past half hour that the man had asked for something to alleviate the pain. Unfortunately, he refused to go anywhere near herbs as the shear thought of them triggered his pain. Of course, Walter could not help himself and kindly mentioned Lady Alyssana, “She needs a formal apology. I think you frightened her quite a bit.”

“I doubt I frightened her... She does not scare so, so... easily,” Finnegan said with a slight bombastic pedantry that was vainly trying to hide his memories of what had happened between them, “We should let her be until tomorrow. Blast you two, anyhow. What even is the first rule of the my dear, dear perfumery?”

Walter stared blankly at his brother and held his breath. He had broken more than just one when Lady Alyssana prompted him like so. He still felt Finnegan should not have done that to Lady Evelyn, especially since it resulted in a headache afterwards. What a terrible thing for him to have done, and yet he still felt for his brother, as usual. The feelings of empathy would never pass from him, and with that, he took a wet cloth and placed it over the lounging brother's forehead, “We should probably call Lady Alyssana. She ought to be told that you are in the right mind, again...” His voice protested lightly with a glance that not dare look at his brother in the eyes.

“Fine!” Finnegan suddenly shot upwards, “We'll, we'll call her- ahhh....” His hand spread and pressed his fingers to his forehead, “Fiddles, heaven forbid I have a day go smoothly for once. This pain is agonizing.” He spoke through the list of reasons why he wanted to fall backwards into the velvet cushion and have nothing more to do with the world as he tried to forget how awful he felt about Lady Alyssana running out on him.

His eyes closed as he took in a deep breath for relief:
It's nothing. She knows I was dowsed. Completely dowsed.

“Call her at once, and tell the servants to get the dining room ready.”

And with a drawing breath and several words of agreement, Walter did just that. The murders were of more importance at this point in time. He was glad that Finnegan had finally began regaining his senses.

𝓡ather than...

𝓣hat the pride of the heart may fail.

𝓣hat the lust of the eye may be quench'd.

THΞ UNIVΞRSΞ [Ready Player One inspired RP]

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The clicking of her credits stopped for just a single moment as Nao’s eyes slowly traced their feminine way to BlinkXII's dollish face. The same smirk ,she loved wearing, was still set on her scarlet, glistening lips as she admired the cute button nose on the Asian avatar. BlinkXII was always such a delight to tease inside Michael's head, and every single time, she lost to Nao, singlehandedly.

“Did yeah say somethin', mah Sweet Bea?” She raised a brow, knowing full well what the other had just said, “I was too busy countin’ to…” She paused and made a noticeably vain attempt to take back what she had just said, “Girl, have you been talkin’ this whole time?” Her hand slid from her pouch and lightly tapped BlinkXII's lower thigh as she leaned closely, “You really ought to just interrupt me if I ain't mindin’ you po-litely,” Her face was needlessly close to BlinkXII’s, and with a small huff, Nao drew back, again. “I think it's just flat plain rude to ignore a person like that, an me, out of all people, shou'd be aware. I ain't, an wit blue hair like yours...” she cocked her head several times and puckered her lips as she shook her head back-and-forth, “Nhnnm.”

The fluff of her afro swayed with her disapproval as the sweet scent of coconut drifted from her as she continued. Her hand slid from BlinkXII and tidied her satchel's strings, “People gunna be rude, but please dear Lord save me from bein’ one of ‘em. And, I mean, it. Amen.” She paused for what Nao would have referred to as a hot minute and then made an addendum to her speech before turning the conversation to its original intent, “Yeah really should speak up, mo’. How many people gunna fine me bein' im-po-lite? Can't get that reputation out or nobody’s gunna wanna come an gossip wit me. Now, tell me you got something good from the battle, ‘cause I'm boutta blow a gasket tryna get somethin' worthwhile from all these hauls.” Her lips puckered again, “Yeah really way tuh sweet to be ignored like that,” she lied, and with that, Michael grinned in his VR as Nao's hand reached forward to brush a faux-stray hair from her face, “There.” She leaned back, head popping back just a bit as she eyed the avatar in strange admiration.

THΞ UNIVΞRSΞ [Ready Player One inspired RP]

@CaptainSully, are you going to make a Discord Server by chance?