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The Dark Beyond: Adventures in Candyland (Prequel)

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The Dark Beyond

Doing fabulous, Days. You? :>

Aurélie felt like a small child once more, holding her mother’s hand

Everything just kind of goes full circle, doesn't it? Satisfying that Auri is back, even if she's uh, worse for wear.

”So? Maman is my maman now.”

Exactly!

From safety to betrayal. Two very different Nick’s, in Aurélie’s opinion.

Cosy's seen that too, not understanding what the changes in Nick mean. Except with her, Nick wasn't really in control of his body.

With a couple of blinks she managed to keep the welling tears at bay as her newly combined family talked

Awww, Auri don't cry! :<<<

”Funny, usually you like it when I take my time.”

//extreme blushy face

What- Theo!!!?! Where is your mother?!?!?!?!?

Dragon observed his Star with gentle amusement and happiness.

Awwwww- :,)

There were several moments when Dragon had to remind himself to be a gentleman and not want to tear that dress off her form and leave her breathless.

//extreeeeeemely extreme blushy face

Wh-what a second!!!!! o/////o;;;;;;;;;;;

Do not stray too far, just because this is a gala, doesn't mean Hivemind won't try to pull something

Kekekeke-

With what Thierry sacrificed, they would be nuts not to try something tonight

Well, ya know…. //mischievous smirk

Absolute fire post and fire collab, I'm utterly floored. Apologies for the delay, I was just a bit busy here. :>

That brings us to Angel!

Revue of Annihilation

@Theyra Hey! Yes, that would be splendid, DM me and we can discuss it more.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree [Complete]

OH- Uh, Blizz~ Didn't see ya there. Ya didn't uh, overhear anything, right?

>w>

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Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree [Complete]

#Revengebuddies

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree [Complete]

Halloween Festival, Near the Haunted House
_{Mentions: @Punished GN, @AtomicEmperor}

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Besomorph, Silent Child & AViVA - Stuck

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"You don't sound so good Layla. Maybe... Maybe I can help you?-"

Mr. Devola

Layla's head twisted, her entire body stiffening.

Help?

What did he mean by help? Was he… referring to his powers? Ah, what was it again. He dealt with emotions, right? Layla couldn't remember entirely. And in that moment, she felt a heavy weight of anxiety.

She couldn't remember what he could do. And he wanted to… to help?

The last time someone wanted to help, someone ended up dead. Yes… Yes, how could she have been so stupid? When Jack portrayed himself as a saint, whisking her and Void to the Void. When Britney simply prattled on about how ‘she cared’ and ‘this was for the best.’

She trusted the people who wanted to offer her help.

And what did she get for it?

What did she get for it?!

Void was dead.

Eaten.

Her friend. The one who promised she'd see her family again, who was gonna keep her safe from all the monsters that plagued her.

Layla couldn't breathe. She could feel the tight, helpless grip of grief dig into her again, tearing at wounds that had barely set.

She couldn't risk agreeing to Mr. Devola, could she? She didn't even know what she was agreeing to!

"Well, long story short, we were raided by Police Officers. Federal police, actually, government agents more like. Magical people, like us. They attacked.”

Mr. Devola

Layla’s face paled at that. The police did what?! What the- Why? Why would they do such a thing?

What exactly did she miss?!

”I can show you if you don't mind me using my power."

Mr. Devola

Now there was the kicker. If she was hesitant before, this was the incentive to agree.

But, she felt she couldn't see a damn thing, as she stared up at Mr. Devola. He was impossible to read, appeared perfectly amiable. Did he have a darker motive?

Everyone did, when it came to the Sycamore.

Everyone.

It was like she was looking at a light in dark waters, unaware of the jaws held open, waiting.

But she wanted to know.

Did she risk trusting Mr. Devola like she trusted Jack? Like she trusted Britney?

She waited to hear the voice of Void in her mind, usually giving perfect advice. But right now? Dead quiet. She couldn't even decide what Void would say in this situation.

“I.. I don't know…” She started, her hands wringing as she stared as the ground.

She was really on her own, all alone.

Well… what was the worst that could happen?

She couldn't lose Void twice, could she?

The pain in her chest, the grief, the pain, could she shed it somehow, even temporarily? Like with how Miss Vorpal did at the speakeasy?

She looked up at him, a resoluteness in her eyes.

Maybe, maybe she’d let Mr. Devola ‘help’.

“Uh… sure… Do whatever you're going to do.”

And she reached out to the light in the dark waters.

The Dark Beyond

AHHHHH!! I absolutely love the collab and the post! I'll have a full reaction later today. ;)

Iris Ascendis

Astrans:

Umbralists: Tell me, baby, what's the problem?~

Iris Ascendis

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OSKI - What's The Problem?

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Ciara Ventura

Wingram, Room 103
@Nanaya

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Others would snap their attention to Professor Alto's blatant cursing, grunts, and the sound of something wet dripping on the floor.

Yes, others would stare in horror. In panic.

But Ciara?

Ciara didn't have eyes for that.

No.

Her eyes were focused, as they were comfortably settled back in their classroom, on a certain half-elf. White hair, long bangs, focused and crisp eyes. And surrounding her, a bright, swirling, near-blinding aura of tangible deliciousness.

Ciara just stared, a bit of drool escaping her mouth. The wounds made her especially Hungry, the pain gnawing at her belly. How tasty would it be? How satisfying would it be to just have a taste?

“Too many people to kill to eliminate the witnesses.”

“Mm…”

“The dark one has left, and the little pet of yours is no where to be seen. Two less witnesses.”

“...Uh huh.”

“If you throw a curtain over the windows, you can be done in less than a few seconds, and sate our Hunger.”

Ciara wasn't actually listening this time, nodding her head absent-mindedly at the Voices as she sat there, in pain, half-delirious due to Hunger.

“The analyst is focused on the Astran-loving injured. Two that will offer up less resistance.”

The mention of the professor was the only thing that could snap Ciara out of her Hunger daze. She immediately narrowed her eyes, teeth slightly barred.

“You're forgetting how strong it is. Do you not feel the burns on my back? Did you not see the flaming sword?”

She broke off her gaze from Iraleth to glare at the professor, who was being given aid by Chunji.

“This is one to look out for. There's something… wrong here. It could prove to be a problem in the future, given our… history.”

The Voices echoed in agreement.

Ciara’s eyes slid to the door, sliding shut from Otis’ exit. He was focused. What did it know?

Ciara considered looking for the pet, but her pain spiked, and she held back a moan under her breath. No. There was another item on the agenda that took more precedence.

The clinic.

With a grimace, Ciara got up from her desk, passing her borrowed sword to a shadow to hold as she moved to the door. Her eyes hovered on the professor, a cold glare, before she too, exited.

She followed the signs in the school, the ones that Michael the janitor had graciously put back, to the northern exit. From here, she was within the quaint town of Wingram, and it was easy enough to pick up the large sign that said ‘WINGRAM CLINIC’. A few mannekin were stationed outside, but barely reacted as she eyed them as she walked past.

Not too busy, she thought, as she entered the building. Her eyes surveyed the waiting room, filled with a few students - none of whom she recognized. With the shadow shifting the sword held tip down behind her, Ciara moved to the receptionist desk.

“I… need to see the healer.”

She was painfully aware of the gashes on her inner elbows and the mild burns along her back.

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