Fallenreaper

Samhain Intrigues

@Belle My advice? Go ahead.

@LadyRunic

*peers* Who are you? :P And what have you done with Runic?

~Chrono Asylum: Devil's Plague

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Experimental Team
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"Where the fuck is that bitch?" A voice spoke out as two silhouettes sifted through the rubble that was 'Guest Room # 213'. From the looks of it, the ceiling appeared to have caved in from the tremors that had suddenly begun to weaken the compound's structural integrity. Even now random surges would pulse through the various levels of Ourosboros, wreaking in-discriminatory havoc.

"I did not sign up for this!" The other figure exclaimed through coughs, his eyes squinting to try and find any sign of Anya among the debris and dust. "This was supposed to be a simple retrieval mission, destroying Ouros-fucking-boros was not the plan!" He continued through fits of coughs.

"Stop complaining Darvin, half the fun is in the chase," the man scoffed while trying to keep himself focused on the rhythmic sound of his fingers snapping. Each snap echoing across the room, the sound waves scanning it all and then bouncing back to the alchemist. "Well, well. It looks like that little rodent wasn't in the room when the ceiling collapsed, lucky us. She couldn't have gone far, I have already relayed the command to the others." A cruel smirk slowly etched itself across his face as if this woman was only just that, an animal to be hunted and claimed as a trophy."

"Fucking 'stalkers', had to have a freak as my partner," Darvin mumbled under his breath as he followed his partner out to survey the perimeter the 'others' had already established.

The fight was impossible to ignore now.

A blood-curdling scream erupted from the crowd. Individuals swarmed for the exits, their fear filled the room. Feet trampled anyone unfortunate to fall down or too slow to keep up. Despite the panic, the hypnotic music and sporadic lights continued. Darkness turned people into shapes causing Cade to tap into his alchemy.

A man clipped Cade’s shoulder roughly. His fingers tightened on his bag as his teeth trapped a yell behind them. Shrugging the pain off, the younger Asylum increased his pace to recover what he lost.

Through gaps in the stampeding patrons, he caught the glimpse of a dark-skinned woman. She hunched down around the bar counter, hiding. He recognized her as Anya. Terrified, she held a confused expression on her face.

Samad. Where… you? Found… Cade shouted through his mental link to Samad.

There was no answer.

"I'm afraid the girl is mine," the stalker's whisper echoed, magnified by alchemy and resonating fierce enough to shatter glass. The man slowly approached Cade, without a hint of hesitation. He was garbed in a loose grey hoodie, to big for his size, the cowl hiding the man's face. Underneath the hoodie, a vest was observable where countless hunting knives had been strapped and the same was true for his cargo's.

"I would suggest getting lost kid, you aren't my quarry and trust me.....you don't want to be," as soon as the stalker said those word, with a flourish of his hands yet another two hunting knives appeared from under his sleeves.

Cade’s dash halted instantly. He braced as another tremor rumbled through Ouroboros, his feet barely managed to catch his balance. His head jerked to the unexpected individual. The blond’s eyes widened as his hand adjusted his glasses, getting a better look.

How the man had managed to get past security with so many knives on him was a mystery to Cade. It shouldn’t even be possible. Too bad the truth was standing right before him and targeting Anya.

When the knives appeared, Cade questioned his partner’s whereabouts.

Samad…are you?

Again, nothing. This caused his confidence to drop into his stomach, fixing him into place.

“I can't really allow that. So... are you sure we can’t talk about this?” Cade asked, his hand cautiously unlatched his bag.

"I guess I have to kill you then, huh?" The Stalker mused, speaking his thoughts with a shake of his head. "Oh well," the stranger sighed while giving a complacent shrug followed by a sudden thrust. In less than a second, the man had thrown both his knives at an astonishing speed, directed at Cade's vital organs. The Stalker had little faith the person in front of him would have the training necessary to evade, though in case the lad possessed a trickle of skill to avoid or parry the hurled daggers, he would find a surprise. Both daggers had sigils crafted onto the hilts and both sigils had been ignited, at the point of contact both dagger would explode.

"The freak has found the target!" Darvin telepathically communicated across to his goons who had already begun to consolidate at the 'Stalker's' location. "Take out anyone who stands in the way, the bitch needs to die."

Fear laced Cade’s eyes, like a poisonous reality sealing his fate. He shifted to the side. His slow movements showed his lacking experience. Cade wasn't fast enough to react to the threat. Despite all his attempts to live past Innocence’s cruelty, he was going to die here of all places.

The moment the blades left the alchemist’s hand, something strange happened. Their speed suffered. Instead of the quick speed, they became sluggish in their race to nail Cade. Like some invisible water hindered their path.

Behind the alchemist, a familiar shape broke out of the darkness. Samad. The Iranian’s hand tightened on his cane tip as he ripped it off, the end becoming an electrical blade. It hissed in violent lust, illuminating Samad’s grim face.

Using the momentum from the dagger, he increased his reflex speed. His left arm lashed out his weapon horizontally at the man’s lower back. Hoping to sever the nerves, his eyes noticed Cade successfully dodge the two blades.

What neither Asylum expected was the explosive sigils on it.

They exploded upon reaching Cade’s range. The younger Asylum’s body was thrown backward, his bag shielded his face last moment. Pain overwhelmed his attention when Cade landed on his back. He gradually shook the shock from his head, cradling his temple in his palm.

Cade’s survival instinct screamed for him to get up now. Wobbly, he gripped the nearest table to pull himself upright. Several burns covered his body where the close range explosive touched him. His shirt was in ruins.

"Well looks like we have someone with actual skill!" The Stalker jeered in mock enthusiasm, his face tilting to look at his assaulter with a calm expression that was mirrored by this Iranian. The Stalker's own left hand, behind his back, blocking the blade with yet another dagger he had whisked out of his sleeve.

When the blade hit another metal, it hissed and failed to enforce its strength upon it. If the Iranian was surprised, he didn’t show it. Then again, he was expecting his little use of alchemy to give away his presence. In inhuman speed, his arm pulled back as his foot took a step back. However, he remained in the target’s personal zone to prevent any daggers from exploding.

It appeared to be a stalemate.

"Your....friend....looks little worse for wear," the man continued with his taunts with the intention that his jabs may dishevel the Iranian's composure. "Never liked working with partners....such a liability to have to worry about..baggage," even as the man spoke his eyes calmly darted about analyzing certain crucial factors. The distance towards the burnt alchemist, the approximation of Anya's distance.

"So...you slow things..huh?" The hooded hitman couldn't help but sneer at that, all the while additional cronies slowly surrounded the bar with several of them already starting to approach Cade.

For a brief, guarded moment, Samad’s eyes shifted to Cade. His ears perked at the hitman’s comment then twisted back to the attacker. He cocked his head, the expression shattered by the deepened frown.

“That’s one way to put it…”

With his blade still out, Samad sliced at the shoulders and spine there. Oddly he didn’t increase his attack speed as his other hand flipped the cane part around to rest on his forearm.

The Stalker felt the blade brush his skin, his eyes widening a fraction. There was no feeling of blood trickling when steel slices through the skin, instead there was the smell of scorched flesh. Before the blade could sear too severely, he had leaned ahead and pivoted to face the Alchemist in one fluid motion, grabbing the Iranian's sword hand while stomping on the man's foot with the heel of his boots. Go to the temple, the chin, Adam's apple or most importantly the toes, the teachings of his master echoing in his mind. No alchemist would wield a weapon like that and with that realization, the Stalker's tranquility transformed into something dangerous. "Asylum."

Samad didn’t use his alchemy to slow down Stalker’s movement. Not because he couldn’t, but it would use the last of his stored up alchemy up. Also, slowing down another alchemist’s movements wasn’t easy.

His foot jerked to the left, his larger toe’s side taking the brunt of the hit. Meanwhile, Samad’s cane arm whipped up with the speed of a cobra. It aimed to land a sound smack on Stalker’s tricep, hopefully crippling the arm.

His teeth gritted when the foot came down hard on his foot. He felt the bone crack then send the sting throughout his nerves. A wetness seeped into his shoe but he ignored it. It could be healed later… if he survived this.

"FUCK." The Stalker's face warped with pain, his teeth grinding against each other though not enough to wipe the satisfied smile from hearing that lovely 'crunch'. Even so, things could have gone better, the hunter grimaced while thinking those thoughts and staring at his limp hand, the muscle spasming from the brutal strike.

"The odds remain constant, pah!" The man scoffed while pivoting away from the Iranian, gaining distance and taking advantage of the momentum issues that would arise from a crippled toe. He was sure the Asylum in front of him was calculating the same way in regards to his useless arm. This bastard ain't bad, need to get serious.

In that moment a fiendish smile crept over the predator, his body heaving in a casual shrug followed by disarming. A multitude of daggers spilling on the ground, from his sleeves, from his hoodie, from his holsters on his vest and on his trousers. A neat pile on the ground. The stalker now stood lighter and in a different stance, his good hand stretched and fisted with his thumb protruding, mimicking the action of holding a dagger, except here the blade was his thumb.

Samad hissed from the pain, unable to keep pace. At least not without using his Alchemy and further damaging himself. His eyes tightened when the numerous weapons fell to the ground. Taking the moment, his arm placed his blade into a defensive stance. It rose near his shoulder, creating a horizontal block, as he tossed his cane at his side and gripped his sword handle.

His unwounded foot took the back position, hopeful the movement would be easier. At least less dependent on his injured foot. Samad didn’t respond to the hired thug as his body tensed in readiness. He leaned more heavily back on his good foot, prepared for the attack.

"You think I need blades or two arms to take you on Aladdin? Think again," and with that the Stalker closed the gap, fluid and fast like a viper, his arm thrusting forward to connect the thumb to the various pressure points located on Samad's chest all the while preparing an alchemic shield to intercept that sword if the Asylum chose to not fight like a real man.

Samad’s blade rose then slashed across into a downward horizontal line. His alchemy sparked. Magnitude increased in the blade’s swing last second as it scrapped the shield’s surface. Pain rippled through his straining muscles as his tendons tore from the force.

The shield shattered. As blade moved through it, it sliced down across the arm in a vertical slash. At the moment the blade came plummeting, leaving the opening the Stalker had been waiting for all this time, the man charged in. His clenched fist and protruding thumb charing towards Samad's heart. The hit would have been fatal not merely because of the thumb but the trump card the Stalker had waited on.

From the moment he had realized that he was up against an Asylum, the stalker knew his chances were grim. Regardless of skill, regardless of training, Asylums were the boogiemen of rogues. They were the cream of the crop, plucked when ripe and that potential primmed. They were monstrous in a world of alchemists. The only way was to be smart and use cunning, at times it is the only way. It was frightening how closely the Stalker and this Iranian's battle strategies lay, both willing to open themselves to get the better of the other. The toe of the arm and now again.

Within the very same stance that the Stalker had fought with, the stance he had let become monotonous to the senses, there was a change. The Asylum would realize it the minute his heart would be pierced, but it seems some risks don't pay off...as intended. The Stalker simply handed anticipated that an Asylum would use a backlash and the Iranian's attack came first, shattering through the shield and searing his body. It is from that panic and that pain that the Stalker's hand deviated some inches and the invisible blade missed the heart. The blood seeping and revealing the shape of the invisible blade that had been clenched in Stalker's handmade to appear as if it was only the thumb to be worried about.

Coughing blood the stalker slowly backtracked, his hand clenching his chest and his mind still registering the gravity of it all. If not for the shield, he would have been sliced in two, though it makes little difference, the wounds were severe enough to kill him here if he didn't retreat. The only Godsend was the blade in the Iranian's chest and the paralytic poison in it.

"Draw?" The Stalker spoke while retreating coughing blood, his face still grim knowing the fact this was far from a draw. He survived from sheer luck and even then probably took more damage. At least I wasn't Darth Vadered

"Kill the girl and kill these remaining two!" The Stalker below as he limped away, disappearing while continuing to cough blood.

Samad knew there was more to the move than met the eye. He just didn’t know until the blade struck him. Pain seared into his flesh as it went deeper, his own blood traced the very curve.

The Asylum’s head snapped up at the rogue’s words, his expression didn’t accept it. His hand reached up for the blade and tried to tug it loose. Once…twice… at thrice his fingers failed to grip anything.

Numbness spread faster through his veins, deadening his senses.

His concern grew as he focused on his alchemy. Already the backlash had pushed him into the red zone, threatened to consume him. The rogue’s last words decided his options fairly quickly. Cade wouldn’t survive long and he wouldn’t allow the weakling of the pair to get him killed.

Another surge in his alchemy swelled then rose. It flooded his system quickly, effectively burning away the poison coursing through his system. Gradually locked joints began to move. Muscles twitched back to life but still protested their strain. Bones reformed with a sound of crackle and pop indicated they were no longer broken.

With one ferocious jerk, Samad pulled the blade from his chest. The flesh sealed up into a newly gained scar. His golden eyes scanned the scene only to find his adversary had fled. Not a trace left.

He snorted his frustration, carefully pocketed the blade. It would be useful for Cade to examine the substance later.

Meanwhile, it took Cade’s mind a bit to recover. His legs felt like jello as they gave underneath him whenever he tried to stand. For the most part, he looked like a wobbly fawn and easy prey. Cautiously his hand reached into his bag. His wedge his hidden sebon between his fingers.

Electrical energy subtly licked up their length then crackled angrily. When the first man drew near, Cade’s figure twisted about. He tried to send the points into the shoulder causing the electrical energy to burst through the impact point.

Surprised by the sudden, unprovoked attack, the man reeled backward. His hand attempted to stopper the blood seeping from his wound. He glared as Cade quickly curb stomped the foot, then jabbed buried his elbow into the guy’s gut. It knocked the breath from his target. Suddenly the rogue’s legs caught on the table, sending him toppling to the ground.

It would take time for him to recover.

Cade couldn’t say the same for the other six. Their hands reached for their pistols as his eyes widened. Shit… he thought.

"What are you doing silly?" The Chrono's voice echoed across the bar, distracting the gunmen from pulling the trigger their eyes too slow to catch one of their own crumble after being hit by Rena. No one had seen the girl leap, both her legs bent and knees planting in the face of a man who went flying through a wall.

"Who the fuck is that?" One of the grunts screamed, clearly agitated at watching his partner obliterated by a tiny girl. His face still staring at the broken wall and the bloody mess that was the victim of that assault.

"It doesn't matter, shoot her first," another shouter and in unison all of them pointed their pistols and began to fire repeatedly, their eyes widening with each pull of the trigger.

Rena barely made effort to evade, in fact, she merely skipped ahead towards Cade as the volley of bullets rained on her. In sharp contrast to her casual steps, the twin tails on her head were a blur. Any time one of the bullets would enter her field of proximity her hair would deflect the bullet, sometimes slicing the bullet in half. The direction of the bullet made no difference, her hair appeared to provide an omnidirectional defense, a blur of spinning and slicing until finally, she stood in front of Cade and in between the gunmen.

"Time to die now," the Chrono spoke with a gentle smile and a tilt of her head before her hair went up in a blur of flurry, strikes, and swipes. The aftermath was the dismembered limbs and pieces of flesh that remained on the ground.

"Big brother says we are all to meet up back at Innocense," Rena spoke while kneeling down to meet Cade's eye-level, her palm on the Asylum's face and with a push he vanished. In long strides, she approached the Iranian Asylum and before the man could complain she performed the same maneuver on him. By the time she reached Anya the entire building had become unstable, luckily before everything went up in a white flash of death the Chrono vanished herself with the package secured.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Eli/Gar
~|Strike Team Base of Operations, Feena|~

Gar observed the Tiss’shar’s reaction to his news, unsurprised about her ignorance about the current situation. With the hardships of the conflict, news rarely found its destination and often far too late. Calmly he waited for her to adjust to the new information before he nodded, following her lead into the cavern structure for their base.

As his hand guided the entrance flap to the side, he stepped into the tent behind her. Idly he listened to her apologies then began to briefly detail their slow progress. The risks were explained upon their set out, especially the fact of being stuck on the planet for some time.

“Yes, unfortunately it was believed best to pool the missions together.” Casually he sat on one of the makeshift seats, his bones’ creaks announced his gaining years while he considered his next words.

“A request for assistance has been sent out and others will likely arrive with shipments. When or how it will be difficult to tell.”

Unless asked, he neglected to mention their mission was purely voluntary. Not sanctioned by the Republic… at least publicly. Fa was a smart individual and he doubted she wouldn’t figure things out as she learned more about the treaty’s situation.

Just outside the Base Site

Eli had sat down among the dirt. His eyes scrunched up in frustration as he examined parts removed from the newly open crate. It was a crude turret droid designed to monitor and silently kill any little nuisances that become brave enough to sneak into camp. So far, they had been lucky. However, the vet wasn’t sure how long it would last.

Several machine parts were scattered in a chaotic fashion. Wires were knotted messes as the man tried to untangle them. That’s when the hairs on the nape of his neck rose in alarm, his instinctive fear tingling along his spine. His eyes narrowed toward the source. Where the Jungle met the edge of their base, noting several small, yellow eyes stare back at him. Eli’s breath caught in his throat. Through the gaps in the lush greenery, he could easily guess at their design.

A heavy, reptilian pattern helped the small felines to almost literally disappear into the scenery. Eli guessed there was about twenty of them lurking there. His eyes shifted to note only he knew about their presence.

That didn’t last long when about five or six darted from the shadows. It's movements quick as they scattered among the nearest troops. Several leaped upon the men’s backs then torn past the clothing barrier into flesh. Screams erupted causing Eli to reach for his holstered blaster.

He took a pot shot at the nearest one to him. Where a head once stood, only a sizzled and bloodied stump remained. At least they were easy to kill, came the grumpy thought. Another came to his right causing him to fire again.

It seemed to sense his intentions because it hopped to the right. It let out a hiss then bolted for his legs. While the creatures were easy to kill, they weren’t easy to hit. Out of Eli’s peripheral vision, he recognized one or man had fallen to the ground. He held his leg before he trembled, slipping into a seizure.

“Watch yourselves! They got some sort of venom!” Eli shouted.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

@Konan375, @Demonic Angel, @13org and @EliteCommander

All the assassins got away for plot reasons, so any attempts to look for them will be met with zero results. Now I'll have a post transferring us back to the College on Wednesday.

Samhain Intrigues

@BlackPanther @Forett @Vesuvius00 @Demonic Angel @Fallenreaper @Belle @LovelyAnastasia

2 Days left.

Guys, please do not hold off till the last minute. That makes my writing take longer thus slowing the Rp. I have been lenient on this with a few people due to them having actual reasons.

Not having a good idea of what to do isn't a reason, because you can react to what others are doing.

@LadyRunic

I did post 3 days ago, right here. So I'm trying not to?

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

இ ℭ h a r l e s Λ e o n இ

Time

Arc 2, Day 1~ Afternoon

Location

Charles’ home, Ominar

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As night swallowed the dim lamplight, lengthy shadows flickered across the alley’s walls. Their distorted shapes fleshed out the bleak atmosphere, empowering it. The rain heavy clouds collected overhead to release their burden. A low, rumbling resonated through the air before icy drops tumbled down. They drenched the streets in blinding sheets.

When lightning streaked across the skies, it illuminating a lone figure. Then it died in a sudden earsplitting crack.

Charles Aeon.

His outline was blurred, rain tracing it in its path to the ground. Numbness sliced past his thin coat into his skin. The sensation replaced the chill. His frame was pinned into place like a silently screaming moth trapped within a display case.

Two years… It had taken him two years to find them. Now the hidden fury broke his deadpan expression, contorting it into an ominous one. His eyes bore into the apartment constructing the alley’s end.

Yellow light spilled across the gloom, alongside the sounds of laughter and music. Obvious signs of life despite its deteriorating state caused Charles' gaze to tighten in disgust. Her murderers were inside without a care in the world. Their crimes stained their hands, but they still walked free. Even while her body rotted in the ground, defiled and her memory left to haunt him.

Guilt shredded his heart into a festering wound, an infectious need for retribution. Reaching his patience’s limit, Charles took a step forward. Water sloshed from his path as his vision’s edges became red. The anger started low and built, it began to devour the settled chill.

Charles’ hand rose from his side. Vis glowed then shot along his ostium, his fingers grasped the solidified sword’s handle.

She shouldn’t have died...

Regret hammered the words into his head like a fact punctured into his skull. Each time they claimed fact but failed to change reality. His grip tightened until his knuckles became white.

Tunnel vision began to take hold causing the edges to blacken. Yet Charles refused to yield to the fever consuming him as his free hand reached for the door.

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The memory faded as expected.

Charles filed it away in the recesses of his exhausted mind, swallowed by his sorrow and shame. Cautiously, his youthful eyes opened to the present. A defeated ambiance bled through the weathered irises, burdened by his failure. It hadn’t occurred to him how much the years had dulled the pain. At least, until now. The bile in his throat soured his tongue and threatened to push past his pressed lips.

Casually his eyes turned to his hand. A metallic bead reformed within his palm, hardening once more. It looked innocent and harmless. Silently, he knew it was far from the truth.

The professor’s free hand reached for the ivory jewelry box. Lifting the lid, he gently set the small bead down among its fellows. He closed it with a soft thud. Unseen gears whirred and clicked, causing it to lock. Gripping both sides, he relocated the box onto a pile of newspaper clippings. Each was yellowed by several years and the edges worn by constant handling. Memoirs of his actions, but Charles was never officially connected to them.

As he stood, his chair slid out from under him. He had wasted enough time and energy dwelling on this. From the corner of his eye, a mirror’s reflection caught his attention. Casually, his head turned to absorb the image.

It took a few moments to recognize the haggard individual in it. Himself. He blinked at the uncharacteristic change in his appearance. His usual stoic mask replaced by a dispirited demeanor, embellished by symptoms of fatigue. Positive proof the man’s desperation had cost him several restful nights. He was forced to admit he was no closer to understanding the problem now than he was then.

The very memory he had relieved always cut off at the same critical point. Like someone had snip an important scene from an old film reel.

If not for the fact it made his stomach churn, he would’ve let it rest. Charles wasn’t immune to sentiment, either from a loss or gain. To expect himself not to fall to the follies of pain was unrealistic. This truth about himself caused him avoid it whenever he could. A flaw in his own nature.

A kettle’s whistle sounded off drawing his attention to it. He accepted the distraction, noticing his water was finished boiling. It was better than wallowing in his own thoughts at this point. Charles forced himself to approach the stovetop. In a well-practiced movement, more automatic than planned, his hand twisted the knob. The flame died instantly. He then placed the kettle on a nearby trivet. As the steam wafted off the spout, he turned to the cupboard.

Withdrawing a cup and tea bag, Grey Earl, he prepared it to his liking. When finished, Charles then rested his hips against the counter’s edge. His hand held the cup to linger underneath his nose, the heavy aromatic scent savored. It provided a departure to his situation as his face marginally softened.

Hopefully, today would be uneventful.

♪♫ Lily Quarin ♫♪

Time

Arc 2, Day 1-Night

Location

One Night in Hell (Nightclub section), Entertainment District in Ominar

_{Club tracks for scene:
I Want You to Know - Zedd and Selena Gomez}

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A familiar, feminine chuckle found amusement in Marcus’ offer. The sound erupted near enough his ear that the man could’ve sworn it came from right beside him, but the moment he looked he would find no one. Unfazed by the fact it disrupted nature’s law, the voice went on to playfully chide the man’s ambition.

“Aren’t you going to be in hot water with the owner for already being late? Then again, you don’t strike me as the type to mind it. Especially for a pretty woman.”

The line behind Corinna parted, revealing the voice’s owner. Someone she had already met upon her visit to Victorious Secret.

Lily Quarin sauntered closer as she materialized from the crowd. Her obvious confidence and curiosity powered every step. She subtly rolled her hips causing a few eyes to turn and stare in her wake. Noticing it, the woman’s smirk deepened. Her right hand idly twisted a stray strand of hair about her finger. She was careful not to ruin the braided ‘crown’ that started from the front edges and swung to the back. The loose leftover curls cascading down underneath, bouncing slightly along her shoulders.

Her outfit’s main design sported a wine red colored body suit literally tracing her curves. A false coat tail fell to about ankle length and skirted behind, playfully chasing her. A wide plunging v-neck laced up across her bust, exposing a comfortable amount of cleavage. The flesh on her legs goosebumped in the chilly night air thanks to the open, short-like front.

Just heading back from her break, her heterochromia eyes flipped from one to the other. She mentally sized them both up. Mischief glinted in her irises before Lily’s arms crossed under her bosom, slacking into a comfortable posture.

“A very pretty dress, Ms. the vibe is so different from what I first type saw you in.”

Samhain Intrigues

So if anyone feels like helping Elsa she is not about to refuse it

If not I'll get her dress (dress reveal YAY!!) in my next post. Planning on having her favor her fellow captives with some piano playing as well

@Belle

I'll work on that when it's my turn again if no one's got it. :P

Samhain Intrigues

@Fallenreaper oh my gosh yes I LOVE this video! Thank you!

*has cuddle party with Demonic and Reaper*

@Belle

*purrs*

Samhain Intrigues

@Demonic Angel

Omg I needed those cuddles so much I just saw a video someone posted to twitter and people keep retweeting it so it's everywhere I finally had to get off of twitter completely to try and avoid it because it's making me sob!!!

*cuddles forever*

@Belle

Hopefully, this will make the day better. XD

Samhain Intrigues

I would pay any amount of money to be turned into a mermaid. So I could go live in the ocean and forget everything.

@Belle

Hahaa, then you couldn't rp with us and I'm sure we'd miss your writing. <3