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With a heavy heart, I set sail.
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First time making samosas from scratch; also making fried pakoras, fruit salad, and daal. I can't wait to try it all~
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Okowa, the sister of sushi! I got my chicken, my fish, my mushrooms - I'm gonna drown it all in soy sauce-
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Maybe I'll play Cyberpunk 2077 some more. My brother maxed out my character a year and a half ago. Haven't seen him since. Miss him.
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Mica, my pet snail, passed away today. :(
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”Mr. Dawson, why don't you have a seat?” He said, gesturing to the brown leather chair he had his hand resting on.
The men behind Adel stepped forward. They each placed a firm hand around his upper arms, half-guiding, half-dragging Adel to the seat. If Adel struggled in any way, their plan would have been quickly subduing him with a blow to the cheek - but besides tensing up, the man didn’t fight.
They shoved Adel into the seat, twisting it so it faced the mirror. Vincent still had that smirk on his face as he picked up a bowl of shaving cream and an applicator brush on the counter.
Slowly, methodically, Vincent applied shaving cream to Adel's face while speaking.
”Now, my men tell me that you and your spies have decided to make it your home in White Pine. Not that I care too much about that.”
He set down the bowl, picking out a barber's blade instead. He opened it, the fresh gleam of a clean, sharp blade within.
“What I really care about, though, is who set you up to do this.”
The blade pressed against Adel's neck as Vincent leaned over, staring at the man through the mirror.
”So, what'll it be, Canary? You gonna sing?”
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Nocturnal Memoirs (2024)
"A million times I have done this charade. The moment people figure it out, I get the boot." she thought.
"But don't you want to see the fear in their eyes when they see who you really are...? Don't you want dominion of this place, just like how you were unchallenged in Vaal Kastrix?" said the Voice.
Ciara scoffed, immediately thinking of Gulliver and Valen. "I'd love to wipe the smirk off their faces."
"It starts by building a rumor. A rumor of power. This could be the place to start."
She took a deep breath, narrowing her eyes resolutely at the Undermage. "Head Advisor, with all due respect, you have no right to ask me about my intentions. If you want answers..."
She stood from her seat, rising to her full height.
"You'll have to duel me for them."
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Iris Ascendis Roleplay (2023) | TikTok Tribute
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This is beautiful, I'll bookmark it. (2016)
Another kind comment. (2024)
This is what makes it worth it. (2024)
I'm grateful for the ride. (2024)
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It's just the three of us, mm? I can enter the island on my next post. But yes, I think it's 76's turn. xD
Sorry, I've been super busy and it's rendered me inactive. I'll try to get on top of things soon. ^_^;;
I know two of Laraxiu's pups will be going on that CIA mission, but how about the others take initiate and think up their own missions? I haven't been able to think of anything I'm happy with for quite some time now. As long as we get into some confrontations with each other's teams, all the better. :D
I know two of Laraxiu's pups will be going on that CIA mission, but how about the others take initiate and think up their own missions? I haven't been able to think of anything I'm happy with for quite some time now. As long as we get into some confrontations with each other's teams, all the better. :D
My two jobs has changed to one full-time job, but I realize how little time I have for life now. I'll try to post for you soon. ^_^;;
Oh damn.... Ah, you have good timing anyway. I've become a little inactive on RPG. This really was an excellent RP, and if anyone's interested in continuing it with me later, I'd be down for that in the near future.
Sorry, I've been super busy and it's rendered me inactive. I'll try to get on top of things soon. ^_^;;
Eh, just post for now. It won't take long, but I do want to see how you wield your charrie, Xzayler. Thanks for the post, Ginger and Jab. I'll try to post today. :)
Nick’s shy streak became very evident as he scratched his head. "W-well...em, to be very honest, the black-out wasn't a pleasant time, as we all know, but I'm okay."
Aislin brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes, flashing a casual grin. Ah, maybe it was just her with the bad luck, the tragic anti-hero’s tale. Good. Nick was too innocent for that. "I'm glad to hear it. Um, did you want to catch up after my meeting with Debs? I recall we were interrupted last time at the hospital."
Deborah’s perception was flawless as always. As she made for the exit, her hand brushed against Aislin’s. It wasn't enough to notice until a single thought overrode all her own, and Aislin sharply inhaled. <I know you're uncomfortable around this many people, but we'll have quick chat elsewhere, okay?>
She merely nodded at Deborah’s smile, taken aback. Up until that point she never had the opportunity to experience telepathy. It must have been so natural for them, but the whole concept of sharing thoughts through touch was fascinating, albeit a little frightening. It required an insane amount of control over one’s inner voice, which was nigh impossible for most people.
The Garden was beautiful -- she hadn't been offered the grand tour and was finally enjoying the school’s facilities. Stepping into the humid glass house was like being transported to another world, and the tension building up in Aislin’s shoulders relaxed. Her gaping at the scenery would need to wait, however. Deborah said a quick something to the group and Aislin felt herself led along into another part of the Garden.
"Alright, what's up?" Deborah said, sitting in the middle of a metal bench. "You can talk to me about anything, Aislin, remember that."
Aislin sat on the furthest side of the bench, eyeing Shannon before turning her wide stare to Deborah. ”I won’t beat around the bush, but this is… confidential. I’ve had a terrifying time, but I need to know if anyone’s seen these… metas before.” Her hands illustrated in rhythm of her speech. ”I was in the caves looking for blue-skinned meta when I came across a tall, beautiful man. Black hair, white shirt and a brown trenchcoat. Had a dark feeling about him. I also saw a figure clad in a wetsuit and gas mask.”
The young girl hesitated, sipping on her thermos. Deborah could read in between the lines if she liked, but she couldn't divulged the whole story. She felt like she might vomit as the memory violated her imagination. ”I, uh… I need to know if you recognize these descriptions. Especially the second one. He was killed before… before I could learn anymore.”
Repeated thudding and aggravated voices carried on the wind to their bench just a stone’s toss away. Aislin furrowed her brow, craning her head to stare futilely between the thick of trees. ”That doesn't sound right.”
Aislin brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes, flashing a casual grin. Ah, maybe it was just her with the bad luck, the tragic anti-hero’s tale. Good. Nick was too innocent for that. "I'm glad to hear it. Um, did you want to catch up after my meeting with Debs? I recall we were interrupted last time at the hospital."
Deborah’s perception was flawless as always. As she made for the exit, her hand brushed against Aislin’s. It wasn't enough to notice until a single thought overrode all her own, and Aislin sharply inhaled. <I know you're uncomfortable around this many people, but we'll have quick chat elsewhere, okay?>
She merely nodded at Deborah’s smile, taken aback. Up until that point she never had the opportunity to experience telepathy. It must have been so natural for them, but the whole concept of sharing thoughts through touch was fascinating, albeit a little frightening. It required an insane amount of control over one’s inner voice, which was nigh impossible for most people.
The Garden was beautiful -- she hadn't been offered the grand tour and was finally enjoying the school’s facilities. Stepping into the humid glass house was like being transported to another world, and the tension building up in Aislin’s shoulders relaxed. Her gaping at the scenery would need to wait, however. Deborah said a quick something to the group and Aislin felt herself led along into another part of the Garden.
"Alright, what's up?" Deborah said, sitting in the middle of a metal bench. "You can talk to me about anything, Aislin, remember that."
Aislin sat on the furthest side of the bench, eyeing Shannon before turning her wide stare to Deborah. ”I won’t beat around the bush, but this is… confidential. I’ve had a terrifying time, but I need to know if anyone’s seen these… metas before.” Her hands illustrated in rhythm of her speech. ”I was in the caves looking for blue-skinned meta when I came across a tall, beautiful man. Black hair, white shirt and a brown trenchcoat. Had a dark feeling about him. I also saw a figure clad in a wetsuit and gas mask.”
The young girl hesitated, sipping on her thermos. Deborah could read in between the lines if she liked, but she couldn't divulged the whole story. She felt like she might vomit as the memory violated her imagination. ”I, uh… I need to know if you recognize these descriptions. Especially the second one. He was killed before… before I could learn anymore.”
Repeated thudding and aggravated voices carried on the wind to their bench just a stone’s toss away. Aislin furrowed her brow, craning her head to stare futilely between the thick of trees. ”That doesn't sound right.”
Lucky. We got a whole foot of snow last night, and I'm sure it was a snow day for the kids. I wish I lived in the tropics. But it's nice to see everyone huddled up in parkas, shuffling like penguins in the huge drifts of snow. No one wants to start crap if they're cold. ;)
Awww, you guys. =w=
Awww, you guys. =w=
Yeah, my bad. And now that I'm working two jobs it's hard to find the energy to write at the end of the day. I'm going out for dinner tonight, but I hope to write something for you when I get back. ^^;
I've missed our roleplays, it's not a problem. :)
I've missed our roleplays, it's not a problem. :)
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