chukklehed said
Speking of bleading out, he has yet to respond.
Huh...he was the one being poked with a stick?
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Still alive, kind of. The wifi hasn't been great to where I wanted it. Either this laptop is connecting and I make my posts tomorrow, or I'm going to the library to make some RP posts.
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Again, sorry if I've been running slow...a whole other, months long RP was just shut down, nd that was kind of depressing.
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Huh...he was the one being poked with a stick?
chukklehed said
Pretty sure it's not all that popular.
Skender is demented enough to believe that it is...and with all the people being killed by night lurkers, it surely must be. All he can hope for is that bleeding out makes him more popular with humans.
Skender was bleeding out before it became popular...
*hipster mode: ACTIVATED.*
*hipster mode: ACTIVATED.*
dr4wndr490n: “TOMORROW, WE RIDE OUT UNTO PARADISE!!!1!”
The air of this day was crisp, and the wind itself was like a warm blanket pulled onto and over the body…it was a good day. If it had been just a little bit better, she may have spent some time making a quick sketch from her balcony…but there was no longer any time for that. The last thing she wanted to do was arrive late for this important occasion. Just yesterday, after typing up her last, before logging out…she found she couldn’t fall asleep. A manic thing, almost, waiting for the hours to pass. Sometime was even spent planning out her outfit for this meeting; it was like a first date…and maybe, a last one too. In the end, though, time passed and she ended up in her usual day clothing.
“Two premium blend coffees, please!” She smiled at the barista guy behind the counter, giving him a quick wink, causing his cheeks and ears to turn a special shade of red. Two discounted premium blend coffees in hand, and a few paper napkins…it was time to make her way onto the destination. The city square was but a short walk away, so she probably wouldn’t have enough time to accidentally spill anything. Of the things on her mind, one important thing was that she forgot to ask was how many others would be joining them. People gave her a funny look, here or there, when they noticed at she wore no shoes. Only long grey socks…
dr4wndr490n: “WE SHALL CROSS PATHS, AND YOU WILL KNOW ME BY THE REGAL GREY I ADORN MYSELF WITH! AND, YOU SHALL WORSHIP ME, TILL THE END OF YOUR LIFE!!!1!”
She…wondered if 000Denominator000 would recognise her, with such a vague hint of hers. In fact, she wondered if the guy even knew she was a 'she', as her style online wasn’t exactly…well, it was interesting. Stepping up to the…the…the thing statue in the middle of the square, the meeting spot, she did notice the guy leaning up against it on one side. Was that 000Denominator000? A little unsure, she plopped herself down on the other side of the statue thing, setting the coffees down by her feet, “So…uhhmmm…are you that guy? Are more people coming?” 'Gosh, it’s going to be so awkward if this isn’t him…'
The air of this day was crisp, and the wind itself was like a warm blanket pulled onto and over the body…it was a good day. If it had been just a little bit better, she may have spent some time making a quick sketch from her balcony…but there was no longer any time for that. The last thing she wanted to do was arrive late for this important occasion. Just yesterday, after typing up her last, before logging out…she found she couldn’t fall asleep. A manic thing, almost, waiting for the hours to pass. Sometime was even spent planning out her outfit for this meeting; it was like a first date…and maybe, a last one too. In the end, though, time passed and she ended up in her usual day clothing.
“Two premium blend coffees, please!” She smiled at the barista guy behind the counter, giving him a quick wink, causing his cheeks and ears to turn a special shade of red. Two discounted premium blend coffees in hand, and a few paper napkins…it was time to make her way onto the destination. The city square was but a short walk away, so she probably wouldn’t have enough time to accidentally spill anything. Of the things on her mind, one important thing was that she forgot to ask was how many others would be joining them. People gave her a funny look, here or there, when they noticed at she wore no shoes. Only long grey socks…
dr4wndr490n: “WE SHALL CROSS PATHS, AND YOU WILL KNOW ME BY THE REGAL GREY I ADORN MYSELF WITH! AND, YOU SHALL WORSHIP ME, TILL THE END OF YOUR LIFE!!!1!”
She…wondered if 000Denominator000 would recognise her, with such a vague hint of hers. In fact, she wondered if the guy even knew she was a 'she', as her style online wasn’t exactly…well, it was interesting. Stepping up to the…the…the thing statue in the middle of the square, the meeting spot, she did notice the guy leaning up against it on one side. Was that 000Denominator000? A little unsure, she plopped herself down on the other side of the statue thing, setting the coffees down by her feet, “So…uhhmmm…are you that guy? Are more people coming?” 'Gosh, it’s going to be so awkward if this isn’t him…'
I got two possible characters bouncing around in my head.
Ah, eff it. I'm going with dementia art student, who has an obsession over her ear piercings...
Working on a post now...
Ah, eff it. I'm going with dementia art student, who has an obsession over her ear piercings...
Working on a post now...
That's fine...I did put in here somewhere that this would be as slow a thing as it needs to...it's slow progression, so slow posting is fine as long as people actually post.
*carpet sharks towards Mizuho*
:3 <( <3 )
:3 <( <3 )
I'm ready when you are, then.
*braces self for impact*
X3 <(*wiggle wiggle*)
*braces self for impact*
X3 <(*wiggle wiggle*)
The fiancé turned, in bed...hugging onto him, before opening her eyes an staring at him, then falling and scrambling away from him. Sitting up on the bed, and smoothening out his day clothing...all this was quite interesting, and new to him. Hugging him, resting her head on his chest, staring into his face...so, so strange. She'd usually just kick him out of bed, or punch him in the face, or tie him up in the blink of an eye. It as new and surprising, but not all that uncomfortable...which either meant she was in the mood for messing with him. There was...also something very odd about her, but he just couldn't put his hand on the pulse of it...
"W-who are you? Where am I? What's going on!?"
Narrowing his eyes in suspicion...he realised why he felt something off about Calista. Her magic, it seemed very...weak. Too weak...of course, this Omni-mage could easily hide it with the perception magic she used last year, though it shouldn't have easily have deceived him like this. No other explanation...coupled with her 'confusion' and this 'weakened magic', she must have been pulling his leg for some odd reason, as it were. Deciding to play along, he answered clearly an concisely, "Walker, Darcy Walker, fiancé of Calista Albescu. Your personal dormitory, in the...Magically-Magical Academy of Magic. You are trying to deceive me into believing some sort of convoluted plot, all in order to possibly cause me more bodily harm once my guard is down...again. For the last one, I am correct, yes?" Saying this, he leaned from his position seated on the be in order to offer a hand to pull her back up. Sure, this would be dumb, leaving himself open like this...but this is just what the fiancé was supposed to do, right? Darcy waited patiently for an answer.
Out in the front of the school...
Swirly glasses obscuring his ability to see, ever so slightly, as the dragon landed to the side of the academy...still, Karl swore that in a flash, there had been a person lying on the front steps. Dismissing this as the lasting effect of strong absinthe, he hopped off the metallic scaled dragon's back and turned away as the being began to shape shift back into it's smaller lizard form, making loud growling sounds as the sounds of bones snapping disturbed the air. Turning around, to stare down at the small iguana like creature, he gave it a bow before it crawled into a crack in the building, "Thank you, again. I'll owe you back a favor." The crack in the stone wall sealed up behind it.
Trying to fix his clothes, just a little, he was glad that the silvery dragon actually answered his call, this time. Last time, he ended up getting the headmaster to pick him up. Big. Mistake. With his clothing less dishevelled, but still dishevelled all the same (and still a little hung over), he walked around to the front of the school...there was a person, laying around the front! This, this wasn't the oddest thing to happen around here. Walking up to the mysterious person, he blinked a few times behind his swirly eyeglasses in order to clear his eyes, the charm on the glasses really did weaken the vampiric sense. Since Karl is was indeed an instructor, and thus had to set an example...he nervously offered a hand out, "T-that looks rather uncomfortable. Do you need any help up, friend? Or, would you rather keep laying down here?"
"W-who are you? Where am I? What's going on!?"
Narrowing his eyes in suspicion...he realised why he felt something off about Calista. Her magic, it seemed very...weak. Too weak...of course, this Omni-mage could easily hide it with the perception magic she used last year, though it shouldn't have easily have deceived him like this. No other explanation...coupled with her 'confusion' and this 'weakened magic', she must have been pulling his leg for some odd reason, as it were. Deciding to play along, he answered clearly an concisely, "Walker, Darcy Walker, fiancé of Calista Albescu. Your personal dormitory, in the...Magically-Magical Academy of Magic. You are trying to deceive me into believing some sort of convoluted plot, all in order to possibly cause me more bodily harm once my guard is down...again. For the last one, I am correct, yes?" Saying this, he leaned from his position seated on the be in order to offer a hand to pull her back up. Sure, this would be dumb, leaving himself open like this...but this is just what the fiancé was supposed to do, right? Darcy waited patiently for an answer.
Out in the front of the school...
Swirly glasses obscuring his ability to see, ever so slightly, as the dragon landed to the side of the academy...still, Karl swore that in a flash, there had been a person lying on the front steps. Dismissing this as the lasting effect of strong absinthe, he hopped off the metallic scaled dragon's back and turned away as the being began to shape shift back into it's smaller lizard form, making loud growling sounds as the sounds of bones snapping disturbed the air. Turning around, to stare down at the small iguana like creature, he gave it a bow before it crawled into a crack in the building, "Thank you, again. I'll owe you back a favor." The crack in the stone wall sealed up behind it.
Trying to fix his clothes, just a little, he was glad that the silvery dragon actually answered his call, this time. Last time, he ended up getting the headmaster to pick him up. Big. Mistake. With his clothing less dishevelled, but still dishevelled all the same (and still a little hung over), he walked around to the front of the school...there was a person, laying around the front! This, this wasn't the oddest thing to happen around here. Walking up to the mysterious person, he blinked a few times behind his swirly eyeglasses in order to clear his eyes, the charm on the glasses really did weaken the vampiric sense. Since Karl is was indeed an instructor, and thus had to set an example...he nervously offered a hand out, "T-that looks rather uncomfortable. Do you need any help up, friend? Or, would you rather keep laying down here?"
*whistles in the corner of the OoC...*
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