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looks like it's dead
afk
Writer's block, imprisoning me, all that I see, absolutely nothing coming to mind.


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it took me forever just to type up my current post ;_;7
Morgann


Morgann stared up at her new opponent and then raised an eyebrow out of pure confusion as he suddenly took to the air, growing a tad more panicked as he began to descend awkwardly upon her. Though his aim was becoming a bit inaccurate as he fell, she was still sure that being crushed by a giant was not a pleasant feeling, and she certainly did not want to die that way. She tightened her grip on the tommy gun and pointed it up at him, poising her index finger over the black triggered, and began to consider her options. "If I miss while his position keeps changing, he'll flatten me like a flapjack," she thought frantically, gritting her teeth, "but if I just sit here and do nothing, then I'll die either way. What if bullets don't even affect him?" She adjusted the brim of her royal purple hat as she stared up at him with her wide green eyes, unsure of what exactly she needed to do.

Her train of thought was broken at the girl's voice who had previously been fighting him. Aim for the...scar? "Scar," Morgann said to herself, staring up and realizing where exactly said scar was located. "The heart!" she hissed, tensing slightly. "It's over his heart, really? Wait...why is there a scar there?" Was it just a coincidence that a scar happened to be right there? Why would it be right there, was this guy even truly alive? Realizing her time to make a choice was growing short, she gripped the gun in both hands and tightly shut one eye, her attention directed exactly to the area that the girl mentioned. Raising the tommy gun up with both of her hands, she pulled the trigger and watched as the rounds came in short, swift blips. "I'll take my chances," she whispered to herself, aiming the gun so that the bullets either hit him or the scar. "I just don't fancy dying by having every bone in my body broken."

Gale


The bat feral slid down Ash's arm as if it was a mere slide to her and landed on the ground, flapping her weak wings. "Would you even fit on said ferry?" Gale questioned, turning her head to face Ash. She pulled her thumb to her mouth and began to chew on the nail, wincing slightly as her sharp fangs nearly pierced her skin. "The problem is," she began in a soft tone, tilting her head to one side, "if the soldiers see us. They might think it's awfully suspicious that civilians are just crawling through a fence for no reason." She took her thumb away from her teeth's range to resist biting at it and sighed quietly, torn between their choices. "Fighting is not an option now," she stated, flicking her ears as she struggled to focus her senses on the voices of her friends. "There's so much noise," she thought, running one of her small hands through her unruly hair, frustrated that it had become so unkempt. "When we get home, I swear, I'm going to fix this mess of a pompadour." She kept her head low, her shoulders hunching back slightly. "If we ever get home."

She turned back to look at Ash, Jenny, and Angus with little Pharona, nodding her head confidently and placing her fists on her hips. "Through the hole we go," she declared in that light voice of hers, stamping her feet to get a bit of her excitement out. If they were going to appear at least normal, she couldn't be so jittery. Weren't these guys trained to know when someone's lying or whatever? She hoped they weren't seriously that bright. She scuttled back up her roommate's body to sit on top of her head and curled up in the snowy white hair, staring off at the hole in the fence. "If we can get out of here," she began slowly, letting her heavy eyelids close over her eyes, "I'll let you buy all the flowers you want."
also note
if you seriously play this game, you should add me on steam and fight me
:^)
Morgann


Morgann's nose wrinkled at the ugly laughter only to find that her opponent was bringing his axe down to attack her. She tried to move her arm out of the way only to be a few seconds too late, the sharp blade nicking her arm and slicing open Magnolia just a tiny bit. The suit let out an immediate screech and almost ejected Morgann out of it as it frantically began to heal the spot in which it had been sliced. The magician waited a few seconds for the suit to calm down as she held its soft fabric against her, trying to put an end to its fit. Once the suit had shown signs of being just fine, she exhaled heavily and looked up at the creature. "No use in hiding this shit now," she growled, pulling a tommy gun out of her suit and pointing it up at him, "Damn thing is so lucky it can regenerate. I can't do jack but bleed out for a bit."

Tilting her head upwards, she questioned, "So you're going to ahead with it, eh?" She buttoned her suit's jacket before taking a few steps back, continuing, "Not even going to give me a reason, huh?" She stood still for a second and tapped the small barrel of the gun against the side of her face, "Well, for all I know, you can't even understand what I'm saying," she muttered, giving her statement a brief nod. "Yes, yes, seems reasonable." She held the tommy gun up as she did earlier, narrowing her eyes just a tad. "Then I suppose we can fight over it, yeah."

Gale


"Brandy and I are arguing, yes," Gale replied dully, ignoring the parasite's frantic shouting inside of her mind. "Hush up now," she responded silently, closing her eyes and yawning quietly. The parasite remained silent afterwards and Gale faced forward as the strange-looking trio of her, Jane, and Ash stood in the line. "Men with gas masks?" she thought in a suspicious tone, wrapping her ebony wings around her shoulders, "Why on earth are they here?" She crouched now and balanced on the tips of her toes to raise herself above the noise of everything else, but her effort was futile due to the volume of the crowd.

She stared down at Jane and sighed in a slightly irritated manner. The sigh was not aimed at her friend, but at the men who she supposed were Renoir's forces. "As much as I'd love to tear through them," she responded softly, turning her attention to rest directly on Jane, "I drew too much attention to all of us." Her bat ears twitched as she listened to the staggeringly loud conversations of the people around her. She continued on, "If these people learn who we are exactly, we could have our heads on plates. The Medicis definitely wouldn't be happy." She now began to stand on her own on top of Ash's shoulder, clenching her teeth. "I just want to get this over with now, it's not even mildly amusing anymore," she whispered icily, flapping her ebony wings as a sign of how impatient she was becoming.
totes
catch up with us in the city; intervene in fights, just anything you'd like.
we'll be starting on the plot soon.
i'd say start waking up, maybe.
looks like the character poog introduced is back-up; gale and ash might lose the soldier entirely, who knows.
buy horse
then we can all be

h o r s e s q u a d

anyway, edited
i don't think that's autohitting
or w/e???
HEYHOLDUP
AFK
editing my post; it was sloppy and quick anyhow just because i had to leave
so before you
post
hold your horses
pls
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