Dragoknighte

Ink On Your Soul

So is it like a competition to see how many people can find their soulmate at one cafe now? Are we going to break a world record?

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Ashley looked down at her own wrist, her tattoo glowing brightly enough to actually appear through the bandages. She holds up her arm for Sven to see. Now that she had a better look at him, it was easier to judge what kind of guy he was. He was older than she was, a lot older. Maybe his late 20s, or early 30s. If he was 30, then going by the half plus seven rule, he shouldn't be able to date her, coming out to 22. Still, he didn't seem like an overt creep, and it wasn't like he was trying to come on to her. Besides, this is supposed to be destiny right? Pretty refined even. In her thoughts, Ashley had actually forgotten to look about trying to get this guy to his destination. She looks over to the side view mirror, there were some cars passing by so it would be awhile before she could actually start driving. Well, no point in wearing this bandage, she peels off the cloth, reading the mark on her arm for the first time in years. Oh. It said Sven Erveski. Why did she think she couldn't read it. Seemed to be written in the English alphabet, or characters close enough. Now she felt really stupid. Maybe it was because Ashley was high last time she tried reading the darn thing.

"So, you're Sven?" Ashley felt like she should say more than that, but every time her brain looked in her head for more words they would disappear. Would Sven think she was anti-social or something? It wasn't a hard mistake to make, if you just looked at her and her choice of apparel. But it would definitely be a poor place to start.

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As Ashley cruised down the street, she felt the skin underneath her bandage start to burn. Oh shit, that was today? It would have been better if the tattoo decided to wait until tomorrow. She didn't work then. She spots a guy waving a taxi over and pulls up. If these destiny tattoos or whatever worked the way she was told, this guy was probably the guy. The taxi driver pulls up to the curb and unlocks the doors. Well, at least he didn't have any luggage. Helping out with luggage was one of the most annoying parts of the job, even if it did help out with tips.

It smelled faintly of almonds, Ashley had never been able to find out why. Despite trying to remain calm, Ashley's heart dropped down to her stomach. This was supposed to be a major event in everyone's life, right? Ashley had never really looked forward to it, but now that it was here? Hopefully he wouldn't be an asshole. Well, nobody ever said you had to form a meaningful relationship with your "soulmate." So there was at least that. Instead of thinking about the guy about to open the dorr, Ashley focused on something more familiar, the inside of her cab. The interior of the taxi was decent, if a bit worn from use. The seats were covered in gray pleather and the floor with gray carpet.

@cedric of trall

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@Pathfinder I feel like your guy should have a fear or dislike of birds. Or maybe specifically a fear of having his liver eaten by an eagle.

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@DemonTongue I will make so much money driving people to their destined ones. For the plot of plot runs my leased engine.

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I'd love for more of our characters to start meeting up and hang out 'n stuff. I mean, it would be a waste for all of us to have our characters in one place and only find one other PC.

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"I'm going to destroy destiny with Netflix and Cocoa Puffs," he hissed, "I cannot be stopped."

@DemonTongue, can I just say I love your character already?

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Ashley was doing what she did most mornings, sitting at a red light, waiting for it to turn red. She only had Sundays off and worked during both the most traffic heavy times of the day, 7 in the morning and 5 in the afternoon. She didn't mind too much though. Right now she had no fares, but that would probably change soon. Well, Ashley hoped soon. Nothing was worse than losing money because you didn't have enough customers. Still, mindless driving wasn't too bad, she didn't have to worry about giving people a tour of the town, nor shady passengers who looked about 10 minutes away from trying to rob her, nor drunks making a mess of her car. Cleaning the back of a car back to near-pristine condition after some half-awake guy pisses himself takes a lot of work.

Back when Ashley first took the job of a taxi driver she thought it would be pretty simple, but it turns out that the job is pretty complex when you get down to it. Finding the fastest route to any given destination, trying to cut down on how much waiting a customer has to do. On one hand, waiting at lights made her more money,but if the customer got impatient and gets out early, well that's a lot less than she could have made. Idly, Ashley looks at her left arm. There was a bandage covering it as usual, but she vaguely remembered that the date underneath was soonish. Maybe. Still, she couldn't read the name or tell what language it was, so it mattered little anyways. Oh hey, the light's green.

Waeldeshore 1.0 [CONCLUDED]

The more flips he does, the more time I have to move in unimpeded.

Waeldeshore 1.0 [CONCLUDED]

Durin tried to stab the demon while it was down, but it knocked the spear off course with its feet. It was a shame that he managed to avoid Durin's spear strike, but it was pretty well expected. Nobody likes having their eye gouged, and Durin had to avoid quite a few of those. No matter, There are plenty of other biological weakspots to exploit. When Artholath backflipped, Durin took advantage of its inability to see or react to what's going on during the maneuver to take a large step closer. When the demon tried to smile, what he would receive was another spear thrust to the eye.

@ArenaSnow