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Add Strangely Gnarled Liquorice to your treasures.
Wait, is that like, prechewed or something?
I posted and forgot to tag people like a dingus.
@duskshine749@tal0n@iktomi
Also have some random condition page junk.
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Also have some random condition page junk.
♥ Elemette • 10th of Hearts • Attendants ♥
HP: 10/10 || SA: 26/26 || 279 GP || 12 / 1000 CP
* No Condition *
HP: 10/10 || SA: 26/26 || 279 GP || 12 / 1000 CP
* No Condition *
Prime District Entrance || Ass-Club Welcoming Committee || Minorly Relieved; Overwhelmed
Elemette, after apologizing, to the man, had heard him speak.
"What are you saying sorry for, I was the one who bumped in to you, I should have been paying more attention, I'm really sorry. Did anything of yours break? I'd be happy to replace it,"
"Ah," Elemette said in a quiet tone, "It's fine. Nothing of mine has broken." While things of hers had broken, Elemette didn't really want to bring any problems into the situation. To her, such a little white lie would make it a significantly easier scenario (for herself, especially).
"I'm Zephyr by the way, what's your name?"
Elemette paused for a moment and opened her mouth to speak, but before any words could come out, a third person entered the scene. They entered rather abruptly, colliding with into Zephyr who had collided with Elemette. It was as if it was some sort of opening to some kind of romantic comedy written on some kind of medium where many people collaborate on a single story. They had all fallen onto the ground. Together, they all sat on the ground, rather awkwardly.
"Hi, I don't think that I've met you, I'm Arcadia. What's your name?" The third party had inquired.
Elemette opened her mouth once more. "Er, I'm El-"
Before Elemette could actually say her name, the man had been stretching out an arm to assist her. It briefly stunned Elemette as she stopped speaking for a brief moment to process what was happening. Not before long passed, a fourth, almost half-naked, party ran up and spoke to them.
"Well I must say it appears that these two young ladies have already fallen for you! Way to go brother, gotta say I am a bit jealous you got to them first. Then again they might be the lucky ones, having such a strapping guy helping them."
Elemette softly blushed and looked away. This entire situation was overwhelming; what was supposed to be a simple orientation had turned out to be a cacophony of people falling over and random interjection. Well, at least he new man didn't fall on top of them. The club would have to wait a bit for new members, at least.
Once the fourth half-nude man ran off, Elemette began to process information once more. "I'm, er, Elemette..." She said exhaustively. So many things happening around her had already tired her out. Elemette picked herself off of the ground, regathering her things that had fallen onto the ground and placing them on her back once more.
"Well, now that we've all been acquainted and have thoroughly caused a scene, shall we go get ourselves signed in?"
"Ah... I suppose we should do what we came here for." She said whilst holding her bag tightly to her chest. She then walked back into the line, waiting for one of the stewards to be free for her to be processed.
>Well I must say it appears that these two young ladies have already fallen for you!
Also, what do you and @SilverDawn think of a three-person pileup on the way to the Stewards?
I think it'd be funny, right after Zephyr gets his stuff together and helps Elmette up someone else runs in to them and they all fall over again. I hope poor Elmette doesn't break another vial D:
Falling-On-Their-Ass-On-First-Day club is officially formed.
♥ Elemette • 10th of Hearts • Attendants ♥
HP: 10/10 || SA: 26/26 || 279 GP || 12 / 1000 CP
* No Condition *
HP: 10/10 || SA: 26/26 || 279 GP || 12 / 1000 CP
* No Condition *
Prime District Entrance || Mastering the art of falling down. || Embarrassed
"Ah!"
The common phrase resounded once more. It would appear that the only phrase that she had been saying would be "Ah," as if it was some sort of catchphrase for her. Some man had collided with her. Once more, she fell onto her behind. It would appear that she was now a senior member of the Falling-On-Their-Ass-On-First-Day club, managing to fall twice in a matter of minutes. While Elemette was fine, her stuff was, once more, strewn around the place. However, this time, her stuff was kept rather safely in her bag, except for her papers.
Quite embarrassing, to fall so much in one day. Even then, it was by some odd coincidence and strange improbability that her papers would fall out so much. Quickly, she snatched up her own papers and carefully placed them at the bottom of her bag. Luckily, her caution was well warranted. Another vial had broken. She carefully plucked the glass out and placed it all inside of the same pouch. The pouch was nearly overflowing; anything more and it would most likely rip or bust open from all of the glass inside. She quickly reorganized her bag. Keeping the glass at the bottom would be a mistake that she would not want to make.
After this tunnel-visioned cleaning, she quickly noticed the other person on the ground with her. Elemette had remembered that he had said something, but what that was, she didn't really pay attention. All that she knew was that she and anotehr person had fallen.
"Sorry! I'm sorry, that was my bad!" She said sheepishly, bowing her head to the man. "I didn't mean to... Er... bump into you!" While it had been apparent to onlookers that Elemette was standing there, she near-instinctively took all of the blame for the series of events.
Would it be cool if at the end of my post I have Zephyr bump in to Elmette? I like to interact with at least one character in my first post and I think she'd be fun to bump in to and I drop all my stuff :D
EDIT: if you've almost got a post I'll go after you :)
Sure. Also, I just posted.
Faceclaims are just so hard to get. WHICH LEADS TO REASON 2 OF NOT MAKING FEMALES
HAVING TO GO INTO INCOGNITO MODE AND ONLY SEARCH FOR IMAGES WHEN EVERYONE ELSE IS ASLEEP SO I DONT LOOK LIKE A LECHER
Safebooru, mi amigo. Search for 1boy and snip away images that have the guys in them. Then you look like a weeb, so long as you don't stumble into the weird shit.
♥ Elemette • 10th of Hearts • Attendants ♥
HP: 10/10 || SA: 26/26 || 279 GP || 12 / 1000 CP
* No Condition *
HP: 10/10 || SA: 26/26 || 279 GP || 12 / 1000 CP
* No Condition *
Prime District Entrance || Unsure what quite to do || Nervous; Overwhelmed
"Ah!"
Elemette softly said as she fell backwards. The crowd was a busy one. There were groups of all sizes everywhere, but still, a large section of meandering folk had managed to accidentally induct Elemette into the Falling-On-Their-Ass-On-First-Day club. Nobody from the group, despite knowingly knocking her down, visibly dignified the accident. After all, they all had their own things to do and did not seek such personal responsibility for an action of a random group. Elemette understood this, and being her meek self, decided to not raise attention to herself.
Elemette remembered her bag. She had been holding it in her hand, but only loosely. She looked towards it, and the contents of her bag had been strewn around like some sort of mess that is created when a bag falls down. She quickly collected her papers, shoving them haphazardly into her bag. She had a certain disdain for her own family; despite being a Hearts, she did not want to be identified as part of her family.
"Ah!"
She quietly yelped out again. She quickly pulled her hand out of the bag. The side of her pinky had been lightly cut. Not deep in the slightest, but still enough to draw a small amount of blood. It had appeared that in the fall, one of the glass vials had been crushed by something else in the bag. She sucked on her pinky, an instinctive gesture that washed the blood away. She carefully maneuvered the glass into a small pouch meant to be attached to her leg or another covered body part. While someone else may just toss the glass into the side of a street and be done with it, Elemette didn't want another person to cut themselves on the glass. As such, she left it in a pouch inside of her bag so she could deal with it in a safe manner.
She continued to suck on the side of her pinky as she continued forwards, her bag in disarray. Towards one end of the street, people formed into lines. Elemette, being the astute observer that she is, assumed that she was supposed to get into one of the lines. Probably. She wasn't so sure, but she did manage to have the courage to do at least that much. She quickly began to jaunt over to the line without so much as a bit of caution. Though, that was due to blind faith and nervousness, not some sort of confidence in her action.
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