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Current how bout now is now a good time to buy stock(s)
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UPDATE: didn’t buy the stock
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buy new stock or snatch that new animal crossing switch idk
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All done. =)


Name: Daisy | Age: 16 [apparent; actual age unknown]
Gender: Female | Type: Reaper

Daisy in Brief
A teenage Reaper exceptionally good at her job, Daisy is a somewhat amnesiac servant of Death with a variety of handy abilities, chief among which include her preclusion to the Gates of Death. She also has pink hair, a hellhound named Artie, and a taste for sarcasm and fine men.


Well. Flattery will get you everywhere.

@Heroes -- SORRY, last question, I promise, and then I'll be all done. Would it be alright to have Daisy *not* be a member of B&H at the outset of the RP? Obviously, she'll join in for myriad adventures, if only to be barbarous and witty, but given how things ended the last time, I'm thinking she'll have thrown a tantrum for a few months...?
Oh, stop it. I'm a textbook introvert, I hate parties.

But I love sarcasm, irony, and hyperbole, so I do spend quite a bit of time on internet forums, mostly being pedantic.
AmongHeroes said No operating your personal dire wolf as an individual character.


D=

Unlit said
Dot! You may or may not recall me. You played a hot blind healer for me when I had the user name Fateless. Fun times.

Fatesy! I remember you. I'd thought we'd lost a good man. Hooray for being wrong!

In Other News:
This caste looks to be, like, intimidatingly good. So good, I had to add an 'e' onto the word 'cast' in order to look more competent.

I'm still scraping Daisy-bits together. I'm pretty seriously considering changing her appearance, because I can. But still with pink hair, obvi.

Heroes, I assume the current IC is the functioning synopsis for where we left off last time? I'm trying to figure out whether or not Artie shall be joining us right away...
Oh, Grainsicle. What would I do with out you?

Probs have zero self-esteem and/or lots of sad. =|
Fantastic. I shall cobble together Daisy's CS posthaste. =D
In Deleted 12 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Yup, same.
She was positive -- mostly positive -- that she was supposed to be somewhere, only that somewhere could have been virtually anywhere, and so positivity helped naught.

"Well," Sophie chuckled aloud as she dangled from the lowest branches of a stout apple tree, her silver hair catching mud and dew in the grass, "I suppose it can't be anywhere. I know for certain that we're not meant to be meeting on the moon, nor the bottom of the ocean, so that's two down."

Four an a half feet above her head, a squirrel, likely doing that thing squirrels do, squirreling away things for the coming winter, despite the fantastic weather, ran across her shins where they hooked at her knee over a limb that had been previously bowed low with ripe apples.

Sophie didn't even think as her soft features became at once more lupine and she lunged, however playfully, at the tiny rodent. And she had always been fast, but agility and balance were new gifts, a lá her new lycanthropy, and not quite as inherent as one might like to believe. She'd actually wrapped a hand around the tiny beast's tail before remembering she was dangling from a tree and crashing the rest of the way to the ground.

The way she swore might have been called unladylike if the tattered apron she wore over overlong breeches had not been dangling in her face for the last quarter of an hour. She lay, curled on the ground, lightly dazed, and giggling at her own ineptitude, her hair creating a silver-white halo around her in the dark grass. The squirrel overhead chittered quite pompously, and Sophie felt she had no choice but to stick her tongue out.

She could feel the remnant dampness of the grass beneath her soaking into the borrowed dress from the tavern where she'd stayed the night. There was a reason she'd borrowed a dress. She was supposed to look 'presentable'. That had been the word given to her when Abigail -- oh! Abigail! The circle! The council! The...well, it was something beginning with a c, and given that the sun was already kissing the sky goodnight, she could more than figure she was running late.

She scrambled to her feet with a grace that might have surprised anyone who'd seen her tumble out of the tree and all but darted from the edges of the orchard to the depths of the Council's waiting chambers, colliding with more than one patron on her way. Again, her speed was admirable, but by the time she reached the chambers, she was no longer nearly as presentable as she'd originally intended.

A shame, however uncomfortable and boring 'presentable' might have been. And now Abigail would never even know she'd tried.
>< OR THE WIND WILL KNOCK THE POWER OUT AND I'LL HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL MORNING TO POST

so that's happening. Soon. For real this time. >______>
Aaaaand I live. Working on a post now.
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