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My power grows exponentially each day as we come nearer to Halloween.
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In 🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1 → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Beatrice Decker
Location: in a TANK
Skills: None
Beatrice didn't remember exactly where she had picked the expression up from, yet had she been able to recall the circumstance under which she viewed the Firefly movie, it wouldn't have shocked anyone. An honor student had gone missing and she was hired to track them down, with the parents fearing foul play and a police force insisting the kid was another runaway. She ended up finding the kid with his girlfriend at the movies, and for some reason, she decided to sit down and watch the movie before notifying the parents she had found the children. It had been a quiet moment in her career and hardly stuck with her, beyond the one quote that resonated with the Justice native, enough so that she remembered it even as she forgot the movie.

Beatrice nodded. "I'm a quick study," she then said. While she may not look it, she had survived the modern university. She had basic competency when it came to memorizing and applying information. And beyond that, the thought of learning how to operate part of a tank had a certain novelty to it. For someone who had a healthy respect for firearms, this was a once in a lifetime chance to learn how to operate the ultimate firearm. She then picked up the walkie and switched it on, figuring now was a good time to check that the Earth hadn't suddenly swallowed up the other group.

"This is Decker. ETA ten minutes. What's your location?"
In 🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S. → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Elizaveta Romanova, Sister Mary Ignatia Hale, and Virginia Crypt
Location: Russian Imperial Circus Tent City (Regent's Park)
Skills: Tretiy Glaz (Elizaveta/Passive), English (Elizaveta), Diplomacy (Elizaveta)


This was where Elizaveta differed from my reigning and soon to be rulers. She was neutral, towards all, when it came to negotiations and business matters. It did not matter if she was dealing with her closest confidant or a mortal enemy. They were all addressed and viewed at with the same level of indifference. This made her come off as cold and insulting to some but she did not bother with it. It was how she was, how she conducted herself, and it saved her many issues that were of far greater concern than someones ego. Yet, once Mary and Virginia had left the tent the Grand Duchess did take a glance back to the Baron. "1Дякуву дуже красно," she mouthed in the Circus' skill set of Rusyn.

Stepping out of the tent she caught up with Mary and Virginia for just a brief moment. "This is vhere ve must separate for nov. The ring master is over by the main tent, please go to him, he will seat you with the visitors. I must join Circus and finalize preparations. I vill see you again at shov time," she said in a soft voice before making a turn and heading towards the back of the main tent where the rest would be preparing and finalizing for the show. They had been working for months on this and Elizaveta hoped that everything would fall into place.

"Of course, Your Grace. We all have our duties tonight. Thank you." While truly grateful to Veta, endeavors of the evening seemed an exercise in politics to Mary. The concept seemed to be everywhere anymore, politics. Slowing down what needed to be done in haste. Pouring more talk into circumstances that required action. Placing those who merely pursued gain over those who actually needed. She did not like politics, but she had to wade through the muck of it, if just for a while longer. The position was hers primarily because she did not want someone with selfish desires occupying it; not when humanity was so close to toppling off of the edge. Of course, it didn't mean that she couldn't do some actual good with the opportunity.

"Lady Crypt, I do not know what will transpire with this meeting, nor do I know what my responsibilities are. Nor even the extent to my authority with these people. But I have been in the presence of the Papal Court on many occasions. I know those who would speak to His Holiness or the Cardinals for their own purposes must first have a purpose. If I may ask your advice? I need to approach these people with a platform."

It struck Virginia as a bit odd for Elizaveta to leave so quickly. She seemed to have had a vision of great catastrophe and had indicated that they'd receive an explanation. When they hurried to the Baron's tent, she had imagined it would be given then. Yet with the contractual matters dealt with and Elizaveta retreating to the business of the circus, was the supposed calamity still of great importance? She had little time to ask the Grand Duchess what had caused her such distress earlier before Mary had bade Elizaveta farewell and the young future ruler had headed towards the back of the main tent.

Virginia paused for a moment, refocusing her thoughts on the task at hand. "Of course you may ask my advice, Commander Hale," Virginia said. "Yet Commander Hale, for as long as I have known you, you have never been without purpose. I have no doubt that you already have some platform in mind. Whatever agenda you decide to advance on this evening in your new position, it should be one that rings true to you and your spirit. It is perhaps a bit of a strange notion in our society, yet one that my family holds dear when it comes to negotiations and business dealings."

Mary nodded in quiet approval of her words, marvelling (and not for the first time) over the circumstances of their meeting. Virginia was a strange one, of this there could he no doubt; an anomaly in the greater scene of London. The same might be said of Mary as well. Regardless, she gave the pale Lady's words respect and consideration as she continued.

"Yet I also sense that more specific and guided advice could be warranted," Virginia said with a soft, almost sleepy smile. She sometimes had the appearance of a sleepwalker to her. "With the attacks at Almack's, it is the time for action. The Russian skills likely merit their admission to the council, yet I am perhaps biased. They have a strength that could do well to increase the capabilities of those currently trained and allow us to better rise to the challenge of the Soulless. There's no reason why we should be denying knowledge of other skills and lands...Yet normals do behave quite strangely. I must confess I do not always understand their motivations."

"Nor I. Though I fear that, for the purposes of this conversation I am indeed one of these 'normals', I do not understand the benefit of exclusion. I must admit, the thought did occur to seek out others like the Circus, regardless of the collective will of the Graveolase. The greater good is more important than an organization of Men." The words shocked Mary as they spilled from her lips. Was this how she truly felt, beyond obligations to the Church? Would she feel the same way about the Vatican, if a similar edict was passed down by the Papal Court? Her philosophy, as reinforced by the words of the reigning Pope Pius VII, was that God came first, the Church second. He was considered very progressive, however, the proof of which being Mary's position which was, much like Virginia, something of an anomaly; possible, but unlikely. Perhaps he knew that one day, bold, new ideas would be needed from the upcoming generation of the faithful.

"I have only the barest of ideas, Lady Crypt. Unorganized at best. And they will be considered radical. I do not believe they will be received well without incentive." Mary's face darkened and she gripped her halberd tighter, "Or strenuous convincing."

Virginia gave Mary a quizzical impression. "Mary," Virginia began, intentionally using her friend's first name rather than her title, etiquette be damned. "You are not a normal by any means. Do you bathe in pastels and bear the name of Deborah? Do you run from the monsters that lurk in the shadows or do you greet them gladly on a level playing field?" She held unwavering eye contact with the Dame Commander. The notion that the knight imagined she was one of the sad members of the Ton was alarming to Virginia. Mary was not a normal - and had Millicent been present, she would have assured Millicent as well that she belonged to the abnormal. All wonderful people were the exact opposite of normal.

Mary could not help but smile. Not the quiet, serene smile that she had trained herself to adopt as necessary, but a youthful, bright smile that parted her lips, showing a hint of porcelain white beneath. For all of Virginia's peculiarities, she was a good and decent friend, and her words put Mary at ease. She quietly mouthed the words "Thank you." as not to interrupt her speech.

"And if such a radical idea is one that appeals to you, pursue it. There is no point in living and serving a cause you do not believe in," Virginia advised. "If you cannot stake your life and feel content should Lady Death knock thrice on the door, then it is not worthy of your time. I have the utmost confidence in you, Mary - not in the Graveolase or the Church or any other such institution," she then smiled at her friend softly. Throughout the course of their conversation, they had walked towards the ringmaster near the main tent. "Are you ready to meet the normals, Dame Commander?"

"Indeed I am, Lady Crypt." remarked Mary, keeping it simple. An aura of increased confidence could be noticed from the young Apostolic, a quickening of her pace combined with eager eyes. She used her halberd as a walking staff and let her white robe flow about her, parted to show the more martial tools of her trade. Upon reaching Viktor, the Ringmaster and manager of the Russian Imperial Circus, he waved them quiet and spoke to them in barely audible whisper. "Plan is different. Graveolase meeting does not call for introduction of dramatic grandeur. More is pity. Come, I vill show you to seats, then must return to Bazhoolis."

Quietly (a rarity for these people, usually) Viktor ushered the two women to where they would be seated for the meeting. "Lady Crypt, is pleasure. Sister-Knight, you deserve to be here. Remember this, da?" The words were short and to the point, and immediately afterwards The Ringmaster jogged his way back to the Bazhooli Sem'ya, to get the last minute preparations handled.




In The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Witch Cat: Unfortunately, you have reached day 8 on your counter and are removed from the RP. I wish you the best of luck in your future RP endeavors.
In Strange New Waters - Concluded → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@FantasyChic Unfortunately, you have reached day 8 on your counter and are removed from the RP. I wish you the best of luck in your future RP endeavors.
In The Unfortunate Thirteen → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Hello, world. It's me, Deadpool.

Now, I'm sure you're wondering how I managed to squeeze this ass into leather spandex, but that's a story for another time (and it's only really helpful with a demonstration and I don't have any olive oil left...) Instead, I have a different story to tell you. Last time I was around, it was waaaaay back in 2019. End of the world, blah blah blah, humanity going extinct, blah blah blah, teen romance, blah blah blah...It gets a little boring.

So when I found out someone was on my naughty list, I just couldn't help myself! What else is a bastard like me supposed to do all day when you're out of tissues? And I owe a lot of money to a Señor Jose Cuervo, so I can't make a trip to the store anytime soon. I may be a bad person, but I'm not a big enough piece of shit to let Walmart treat its employees like Karen from the PTA's dog's watery shits just to keep those insanely low prices!

But before we get this show on the road, shout out to Allison! You're a badass bitch and I wouldn't want to pressure you into prom sex! Killing people will definitely make you feel better. I recommend picking one of the bad guys at random, decapitating them, and making a fun little display out of it! It always works for me.

And now, here's your neighborhood pool guy, about to make some chimi-fucking-changas...

P.S. Are you guys Team Pietro? Really? I love Silver Balls (any color, really) but damn...I hate to say it, but I'm Team Lance. The chemistry is unbe-fucking-lievable!
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Location: Lab Facility
The Aulid Project - the words were entirely foreign to her and brought to mind just about nothing. Yet with a name to it, along with the tattoos with numbers and the military guard, it was pretty clear that it was some form of human experimentation. She didn't regret killing the leader, though. Even if he had all the information, he was still the most dangerous one. And for now, this one's information would suffice. She contemplated for a moment killing the rest of the soldiers, just to clean house, but she noted the nervousness on one of the younger one's faces.

"Excuse me, pardon me, so sorry about this," a voice whispered in Nine's ear. "I just need to borrow this for a moment. Gosh, I can see the family resemblance by the way. Do you moisturize? You've got fantastic skin." The gun was then yanked from her hand and Nine didn't protest. The voice didn't sound to be anything like the soldiers and she could pretty clearly see where they were in the fog.

"That depends," Nine answered the voice in the fog. She wasn't going to let on that she was unarmed, given as to how she had stepped up into what seemed to be a leadership role. She didn't want them to see her weakness. "If the Aulid Project is what it seems to be - human experimentation - and for you to want to kill us...What exactly were the experiments?" Nine asked. If they were meant to be put to death, it would be in their best interest to not let there be any survivors amongst the soldiers. Any of them could betray them at one point in time. They couldn't be trusted to keep their end of the deal if they let them live.

"Okay, I need you to blink for as long as you can after this," Deadpool explained, standing directly behind Four. "You're on my naughty list, but that doesn't mean you can't help advance scientific research at the same time. So - just blink, okay? And then after this is over, I'll make myself a mean chimichanga and go steal Leo's oscar again." A second later, there was another round of gunfire. The bullet embedded itself into Four's neck and this one seemed to be one of the contact explosives. It obliterated her neck, sending blood and various bits of skin everywhere. A bit of a vocal chord even fell on Six.

"Aww shit! You aren't wearing the red pants!" Deadpool groaned. "Lemon seltzer and water! Water seltzer and lemon? Fuck it. Just get new clothes. My bad. Just tell them Wade sent you," he said. He then tapped Four's body and watched as she collapsed down to the ground. He then glanced around at the group, seemingly unimpeded from the fog. "Wow, you guys are fucked. Peace!"

And just as strangely as he appeared, the man dressed from head to toe in leather spandex walked down a hallway and disappeared from sight. Nine blinked a few times, before looking back at the others. She then looked at Seven in particular. "That was...Never mind. The Aulid Project. Who ran it and what are we?" Nine said, trying to return to business.

"Fuck! Forgot to return this, sorry!" Deadpool called out, running back to Nine and handing her back her gun. "Huge fan of your work, big big fan!" he shouted before running off again. This time, he vanished before he even hit the bend in the hallway.
In The Unfortunate Thirteen → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Characters Deleted By RPers When Leaving*






* A.K.A. Morose can find anything, anywhere, anytime.
In Current Mood in One Gif → 8 yrs ago Forum: Off-Topic Discussion
>Me with some of my students, among other people, lately
In The Unfortunate Thirteen → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Almalthia I don't see how this applies to my above reminder that your post needs to be two paragraphs long. However, I think you do have plenty to go on. If you've been reading the posts, your character is hearing everyone's thoughts, there's a literal blood bath with Nine shooting several of the guards, and Seven caused everyone to hallucinate fog rolling in. Your post responds to almost none of that. You have plenty to work with.
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Guinevere Stark & Wanda Maximoff
Location: Brotherhood Headquarters - Outside the Main Lab - New York, New York
{"Now...Was that supposed to happen?"}
Guin's heart sank a little as she heard the news - that Oshea was dead. While they had taken down some of the Brotherhood, she hadn't lost a teammate before. Even after their catastrophic failure at the Hanson Power Plant, they had all made it out alive. And for it to be a speedster as well...It didn't make much sense to her and she looked over towards Allison. They had been close. She couldn't imagine the pain Allison was feeling at the moment. But they didn't have time to mourn for their fallen.

The fate of New York was still in the balance. She nodded as Carolina said she'd go on to scout ahead, but any scouting done was brief. It was only a few seconds before the elevator deposited them onto the lowest level, and when the doors open, Guin didn't even have time to blink before they were launched into combat once more.

"Oh, wow, I've been anxious to meet you as well," Guin said, as Wanda used her mutant powers to pull her forward. Her heart was pounding and even with her head injury, she grasped the severity of this situation. "Y'know, have you ever considered going by manic pixie dream girl? I think it suits you really...And I definitely see the twin resemblance. It's uncanny." She tried to budge, but she couldn't move. She was firmly in place. "So...girl's night somewhere sound good? The Crimes of Grindelwald might still be in theaters? We can get to know each other, watch Dumbledore and Grindelwald flirt, y'know...I'll pay, even."

Wanda glared at her, before throwing her against the wall, releasing Guin from her powers though she is on the ground now, and walking over, completely ignoring Richard. She was pissed. "You clearly think everything is a joke. I can't wait to see his face after seeing your corpse," she replied, looking down at her, and she kicked her in the stomach. Though it seems like she might be a little weaker than her brother when it came to strength, since it doesn't hurt as much as one would think.

Guin saw stars for a moment as Wanda slammed her against the wall and in comparison, the kick to her stomach was nothing. She may not have been in any combat missions prior to the events at the Hanson Power Plant, but she had trained before. It hadn't been the first time that someone kicked her in the stomach. "So you're not a Harry Potter fan then - I get it. You're worried people will notice how you stole their brand - Scarlet Witch. But don't worry, I won't tell a soul," Guin quipped, pushing up against the wall as she returned to her feet. "What about Mary Poppins Returns? It's got a strong female protagonist."

Wanda just was not having it. She wanted to kill Guin, not sit around and have a conversation. When Guin got to her feet, she punched her in the face. The injury would hurt Guin, but it only stung for a moment. Then everything went crazy, and a moment later, Wanda would see that she was looking at herself? That was not possible, she couldn't do that herself, so how the hell was she looking at herself. Guin would find herself in a similar situation, looking at herself, and if she looked down, she'd see that she was wearing Wanda's clothes too.

Guin blinked rapidly and held up her hand - but it wasn't her hand. It was someone else's hand. There were rings on it and she didn't recognize any of them at all. And in front of her, she could see herself. She winced slightly, noticing the dried blood on her forehead. She really wasn't in the best of shape. "Well, this is new," Guin said - but it wasn't her voice. It was Wanda's voice. Her eyes widened slightly when it came to her - they had switched places. She quickly put her hands in Wanda's pockets and came up empty. So much for a handy sample of the virus or a communications device.

She then smirked slightly at Wanda. She didn't understand why Scarlet Witch had decided to switch their bodies - hell, she didn't even know Wanda could even do that - but she fully intended to take advantage of this situation. There was a set of steel doors and she couldn't help but assume those went to the lab. Guin then lifted her hand and imagined that she was a newly minted Jedi, using the force, as she concentrated on the doors and waved her hand to the side.

"Damn. I really thought that'd work," Guin said, as the doors did nothing.

"What the hell is going on? I did not cause this," she said, since it was clear that the human had no idea what was going on either. Was it possible that she wasn't a human but actually a mutant? She reached down, and found Guin's Icer, she pulled it out, raising it, and pointed it at Guin. Her shot missed, quite impressively. Guin would be able to see Wanda's confused expression, there wasn't any explanation for what the hell just happened.

Guin paused for a moment, noting the clear confusion on Wanda's face - on her face, really. It was weird, watching someone else in her own body, but she had to take advantage of this opportunity. And from what she could tell, Wanda didn't know the first thing about shooting. And it was an icer. It was non-lethal. Nothing to worry about. "I am one with the Force and the Force is with me," Guin said calmly, as she tried to use Wanda's powers to open those doors again. This time they groaned and opened a bit.

She then cleared her throat, doing her best Evil Villain impression. "Father! Your presence is required!" Guin shouted.

Wanda decided that the gun was not her best option, but she didn't know how strong her fists were. It was probably the best thing she could do. She dropped the gun, and punched Guin across the face. It didn't matter to her that when, or if, they switched back that was going to hurt. Her head was already spinning, but she managed to punch her. There was a loud crack as her nose broke, leaving her face bloodied.

"Fucking hell!" Guin screamed, throwing her hands up to her nose - well Wanda's nose. The blood was flowing from it and it gave her an idea. If she couldn't use Wanda's powers to advance her team's goal, she might as well do the next best thing. She raised Wanda's hand and instead of trying to open the drawers, she punched herself in the face, trying to knock Wanda out. The more damage done to Wanda's body, the better - even if she was the one currently feeling the pain for it.
In 🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S. → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Iris Kingston, Jaina Sarbye, and Risa Couri
Location: Justice Asylum
Skills: Psychology (Iris), Acrobatics (Jaina), Micro-Expression Interpretation (FACS Training) (Risa), Disguise (Jaina)
"Oh Doc, who does?" Risa said with a chuckle as she looked over towards Jaina and slowly started to move the doctor over to the bed. "The orderly on the other side of the door that's who," she said as she pushed the doctor down onto the bed and pulled a pair of zip ties from her back pocket. An orderly was at the door, shoving it open right then and trying to jump at Jaina. All bets were off now.

"Make it quick and you get a knife like mine. Leave the doctor for Cynthia to paint a pretty picture with. Would make her very happy," Risa said as she grabbed her bag and grabbed her phone. The orderly lunged at Jaina and Risa slipped out of the door, leaning against the wall as if nothing was happening and keeping a watch for anyone coming down the hallway. Luckily she wasn't seeing anyone coming. Sure it might not have been a good idea to leave Jaina alone with the doctor but the orderly was top on the menu.

"Call Agent Tinder!" Iris exclaimed as the orderly barged into the room. She had no doubt anymore that Risa must have been connected to all of this somehow. Perhaps she was working with Cynthia and her abductor, in order to get Cynthia's best "friend" sprung from the asylum as well. The two girls were some of the more violent patients housed in the halfway house. And in Iris' mind, Agent Tinder needed to be informed of this immediately. Translators couldn't do all of the things Risa could without it raising suspicion. There was something more to all of this. 

"Yes, yes~! Do give him a ring~! He was sooooo much fun!" Jaina squealed. As the orderly lunged at her, Jaina looked like a small child on Christmas. Armed with the key as a makeshift weapon and her acrobatic prowess, Jaina aimed the key for the orderly's ear, intending to insert it inside roughly and then twist. "Ewww, did no one ever tell ya you have to clean your ears out?" Jaina said mockingly.

Risa turned and peeked through the window of the door. That was a bit of a mess. Letting out a breath she pushed opened the door and tilted her head to the side. "1Ничего себе, это yucky. Он должен был использовать q-tips. Okay Circus, давайте двигаться, у нас есть свидание с Синтией, чтобы рисовать красивые картинки," she said with a laugh and pulled another dagger out of her boot and held it up. "2Поехали."

Jaina pouted slightly. She was having sooooooo much fun~! She was practically giddy as she yanked the key roughly out of the orderly's ear, spraying herself with a fine mist of blood. In a way, the blood up against her skin gave her a diseased appearance, yet it also heightened her mania. She wasn't someone who could be bought or reasoned with - she was someone that took delight in watching the world burn. "Come on, vamanos! Everybody, let's go! Come on, let's get to it! I know that we can do it!" Jaina sang. They showed Dora the Explorer sometimes on the television in the common rooms of various facilities that she had been treated at.

She then skipped over to Risa, presenting her with the bloodied key. She gave a bit of a bow and it was more than obvious that if she hadn't perceived Risa as being affiliated with her former Circus troupe, she would have stayed to play with the orderly some more.

"3Quel dommage," Iris groaned under her breath. It was one of the drawbacks to having a photographic memory. She'd never quite be able to get the blood and the gore coming from the orderly's head to vanish from her mind. It would be etched in stone, likely haunting her dreams and her nightmares until the day she died. Yet more than that, there was a crushing sense of failure and defeat. Despite all she had done, Jaina had attempted to murder two people in the last twenty four hours. Two patients had escaped - well, one was in the process of it. What was the point of a psychiatrist who couldn't help their patients?

Risa took the keys and looked down at them before glancing around once again to ensure no more orderlys, or anyone else was coming. "4время играть в Хэллоуин," Risa said before moving down the hallway to the bathroom and peaking inside. Once she was sure it was empty she motioned for Jaina to follow her and pulled out a wig from her bag.

Jaina skipped her way down the hall after shoving the orderly over, clicking her feet together on occasion as if she was in a pair of silver slippers. She came to a stop in front of the bathroom door and limboed her way inside, as if there was a pole obstructing her entrance. Once over, she spotted the wig and her eyes widened. At first, it wasn't clear if she loved the wig or if she hated the very sight of it. But then - "5O, chert voz'mi, mne eto nravitsya! Eto tak milo! Schitayete li vy, chto eto proiskhodit s krov'yu?" Jaina squealed. Halloween hadn't been her favorite holiday, but she loved to get into costume. She believed in an old superstition that it was bad luck to perform on Halloween.

"6YA ochen' khorosho skryvayus' - chto-to yeshche na tebya, printsessa?"

Laughing Risa nodded as she pulled out a white leather coat from her back, it looked like something out of the Matrix, as well as some stretch jeans, a pair of heels and a small make up kit. "7 Выглядит потрясающе. Мы собираемся сделать так, чтобы ты был моим партнером-шпионом. Я ношу черный цвет, вы носите белый цвет. И если мы будем хорошими, мы идем прямо отсюда к человеку с приятной машиной, ожидающей нас. Затем мы поднимаем ад. У меня больше ножей в машине, но мы должны обмануть врачей-идиотов, чтобы выбраться."

"This is going to make the blood pop~!" Jaina giggled. She didn't even ask why Risa had come prepared. It didn't occur to her to ask. She was very much the type of individual that lived by the moment - a sick, twisted soul that had some startling similarities with a one Nancy Parker. As long as Jaina was enjoying herself, she didn't feel a need to question any of this. She flipped her hair back before twisting it, already prepared to slide the wig on top. She then held her free hand out for the wig.

Risa nodded and held out the wig to her. Looking down at her watch she checked the time and then looked back at Jaina. "Okay, now for the clothing and the makeup, we are going to have you looking ready for the center ring," Risa said as she held the clothing out and palmed the make up she was going to use to fix Jaina up some so she wouldn't look as much like herself.

Jaina slipped on the wig, taking care to tuck any loose strands of hair underneath it. Once she was satisfied with it, she blinked her eyes a few times, shook out her entire body - going from her head down to her toes - and then nodded at Risa. "8Kogda my uvidim Sintiyu, my otpravimsya v tsirk? Budet li tam Velikiy Bazhuli?" Jaina squealed, accepting the clothing from Risa. She always found it easier to do make-up and then change into her clothing.


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