FaithfulMuse
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After nearly three years, I caught covid.
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After nearly three years, I caught covid.
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Someone stole a jar of melatonin from the store that I work at. I hope it keeps them up at night.
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8 yrs ago
Being tiny, curious as hell, cute and incredibly clumsy, I find Meltan surprisingly relatable for a lump of metal with a nut for a head.
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I didn't know I had a favorite steel-type pokemon until Meltan. Not to be dramatic, but I'd die for that little fella
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Everyone wants to be special, yet nobody seems to realise that being special isn't always a good thing.
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We're both involved in the progression of the plot, not just me. I came up with the plot, but we made it into something we both like together and are in this rp together so I'm not the only one allowed to make important choices. After all we're doing the rp together.
Freya was trying her very best to suppress and hide what she was feeling. It was what she always did, except when she was at home. She was a rogue, she couldn't afford emotions to get in the way of a job. Getting scared when things were becoming more dangerous or when she was being chased, guilt appearing when she betrayed someone, such things were unwanted. No, those weren't good things for her to show up during a job, and being so used to doing it everywhere but at home, she did so automatically this time.
"I do not know, but I have the same mark in my neck as well, which why it concerns me." Freya answered, enabling the man to see the mark on her neck for a moment, before hiding it again. It was too bad he didn't know anything about the mark, but supposed that she may as well go on in that case. Maybe she could find information somewhere else.
"well anyway, I am not just going to sit and wait here. I am going to find out what the hell is going on." She said as she got up, walked to the door and put her hand on the knob, only to find out it wasn't opening. She let out a sigh and let go of the knob again. "Someone locked the door."
"I do not know, but I have the same mark in my neck as well, which why it concerns me." Freya answered, enabling the man to see the mark on her neck for a moment, before hiding it again. It was too bad he didn't know anything about the mark, but supposed that she may as well go on in that case. Maybe she could find information somewhere else.
"well anyway, I am not just going to sit and wait here. I am going to find out what the hell is going on." She said as she got up, walked to the door and put her hand on the knob, only to find out it wasn't opening. She let out a sigh and let go of the knob again. "Someone locked the door."
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Oh I see
Freya sighed, looking at the man again. "You asked me who I am. In response I told you that depending on who you are, I may or may not be a threat." She said, walking over to the bed she had woken up in and sitting down on its edge quietly. Only then she noticed the black mark on the man's neck, which seemed to be a perfectly identical version of the mark she had.
"Do you by any chance still remember how you got that mark in your neck?" She asked him. She hardly knew him, not did she trust him, but that didn't seem to be important at the moment. They had the same mark, and if he knew at least something about it, than that could turn out to be very useful, and she wasn't going to let any chance on information simply pass by because of her usual distrust.
This whole happening, it was all so... Strange, to put it lightly. Just a few hours ago she had been at home with her husband, and now she was in this room, wherever it may be, with a complete stranger as her only company. It was strange and she didn't like it all. She wanted to know what was going on, preferably as soon as possible.
"Do you by any chance still remember how you got that mark in your neck?" She asked him. She hardly knew him, not did she trust him, but that didn't seem to be important at the moment. They had the same mark, and if he knew at least something about it, than that could turn out to be very useful, and she wasn't going to let any chance on information simply pass by because of her usual distrust.
This whole happening, it was all so... Strange, to put it lightly. Just a few hours ago she had been at home with her husband, and now she was in this room, wherever it may be, with a complete stranger as her only company. It was strange and she didn't like it all. She wanted to know what was going on, preferably as soon as possible.
How didn't you notice? XD
Edit: ugh I'm sorry, I was going to make a reply, but I'm too sleepy right now and can't focus on it. I'll work on something when I wake up, I promise!
Edit: ugh I'm sorry, I was going to make a reply, but I'm too sleepy right now and can't focus on it. I'll work on something when I wake up, I promise!
Freya felt a bit of reassurance upon hearing the words of lord Mortimer. So she was welcome. Of course she wasn't convinced that fact kept her entirely safe, but it was something. And apparently the vision he had seen wasn't one in which she was portrayed badly. Saving Harol's life was definitely one of the few good things she had ever done, and she still didn't understand why she had actually done so. It would've been much easier for her to just run off and leave Harol behind, after all, and that wasn't exactly something she had never done before. But still, something had kept her from doing so, which she found quite strange, and a bit worrying, too. It wasn't a good thing of she was going to be loyal and caring rather than selfishly considering what was best for her. Being loyal as a rogue wasn't good at all, she could be betrayed much easier that way.
Listening to what Harol said, Freya nodded. "I suppose you are right, it seems that we are safe. And maybe I should try to let my guard down a little, but that is not as easy. After all, if you have been and are a rogue for some time you become quite... Psychotic when it comes to trust and safety." Yes, psychotic seemed to be the best word to describe it. After all, her distrust and whatnot couldn't exactly be called normal.
Listening to what Harol said, Freya nodded. "I suppose you are right, it seems that we are safe. And maybe I should try to let my guard down a little, but that is not as easy. After all, if you have been and are a rogue for some time you become quite... Psychotic when it comes to trust and safety." Yes, psychotic seemed to be the best word to describe it. After all, her distrust and whatnot couldn't exactly be called normal.
Freya couldn't help but feel relieved when the warriors no longer followed them and no other warriors came to take their place. Not that she had ever done anything that could've made her an enemy of them house -or at least, not for as far as she was aware-, but she couldn't help them fact that she didn't feel safe. That the warriors were gone made her slightly more at ease, though not more than a mere fraction. However even though there were no warriors around anymore, there was the lady that led them to 'lord Mortimer'. Freya had no clue about who the man was, but considering his title he was probably someone important, perhaps the head of the house.
As they walked towards lord Mortimer, Freya looked around at the place quietly. It was just as impressive on the inside as it was on the outside, or at least to her it was. She figured that somehow made,sense. It was usually the case with buildings. A tavern didn't look any more appealing on the outside than it did on the inside, after all.
Although there were many books inside, the library wasn't that interesting to Freya. After all the rogue had never learned how to read, and had no reason to learn how to do so. It wasn't exactly a necessity for her anyway. She looked quietly at lord Mortimer, deciding to stay quiet, unless she was asked something. It seemed quite strange to her that the man was hiding his eyes, but she didn't ask anything.
As they walked towards lord Mortimer, Freya looked around at the place quietly. It was just as impressive on the inside as it was on the outside, or at least to her it was. She figured that somehow made,sense. It was usually the case with buildings. A tavern didn't look any more appealing on the outside than it did on the inside, after all.
Although there were many books inside, the library wasn't that interesting to Freya. After all the rogue had never learned how to read, and had no reason to learn how to do so. It wasn't exactly a necessity for her anyway. She looked quietly at lord Mortimer, deciding to stay quiet, unless she was asked something. It seemed quite strange to her that the man was hiding his eyes, but she didn't ask anything.
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Freya turned around to look at the person that spoke. It was a man, seemingly her age. "I could ask you the same. If you should worry about me being a threat depends on your answer, I suppose." She asked, appearing rather calm, despite the situation they were in. Of course she was confused by all of this, but panicking was no use. She slowly slid a hand over her belt, soon coming to the realisation that something was missing. Her daggers. They were gone. Somebody must've taken them while she was asleep or unconscious, or whatever it had been.
She quietly thought of what had happened last day. She had assisted her husband with a job he had to take care of and everything went without too much trouble. At least no more trouble than usual, or so her husband had claimed. And she had no reason to doubt him. After all he was a mercenary, he knew more of the things he usually did than she did. Nothing strange could've happened during that job, except for maybe that needle somebody had clumsily stuck into her arm by accident a moment before they left the place again. Back then it had seemed like nothing special, but maybe there had been something strange in that needle.
She quietly thought of what had happened last day. She had assisted her husband with a job he had to take care of and everything went without too much trouble. At least no more trouble than usual, or so her husband had claimed. And she had no reason to doubt him. After all he was a mercenary, he knew more of the things he usually did than she did. Nothing strange could've happened during that job, except for maybe that needle somebody had clumsily stuck into her arm by accident a moment before they left the place again. Back then it had seemed like nothing special, but maybe there had been something strange in that needle.
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