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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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”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
We have a RPer Appreciation thread?
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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Awesome, I'll aim to have a post up tomorrow or the day after. :>
I'm gonna aim to have a post up tomorrow or the day after. :>
That's terrible, I hope you're feeling a bit better. 😭
Ooh, that's all of us!
Looks awesome, @Irradiant! I'll reach out with a collab doc soon!
Inside the Carriage, Outside Wingram
@Nanaya
Ciara nodded along, pointedly ignoring how Professor Alto sat close by, his hand never leaving his sword.
Was she really that much of a threat?
Well, he had boarded the girls carriage instead of the boys. So, he must have been here for the sole purpose of killing her if she acted out, or if she tried strangling Chloe, or something hellish and illogical like that.
Ciara let that go with a thought - she’d get to it in a second. Instead, as Iraleth, everyone else and the mannekins took their seats, and the carriage rolled away, she digested the information Professor Alto gave her. The man didn't have to, but perhaps, despite all this, he was still a teacher at heart.
”The Star Court.” She mumbled, more to herself. So the top brass would be dealing with her. Not only that, but the top religious leaders as well. That… well, it sent a shiver down her spine, despite her trying to be clinical about this. She had no relation with this Astra, never cared for it. But everyone knew the story. That darkness had fallen to Astra. She supposed it would be up to the court to decide if her darkness and that darkness were the same. Even she didn't know.
Even stranger, considering praying to this ‘Astra’. She always had her Voices, them and the One Deep Below Those, who guided her when she needed it. Yes, sometimes the Voices guided her to suffering. But the One Below said it would keep her safe while she recovered. And somehow, in the clinic, she wasn't harmed.
She didn't need Astra. That much was evident.
If it was really possible for these priests to consult Astra, what would Astra say…?
Ciara made a face - her thoughts were spiralling again. Instead, she glanced up at Professor Alto, slowly removing her bag and placing it in her lap to subtly cuddle it.
”If you do end up killing me before we get there… Don’t let me see it. I'd rather be entirely surprised.” She said softly.
Oof. :< Okay, take your time~
Thank you for the updates, no rush~
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