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DISHONOREDDDdddd /foaming

I know I said I'd post morning here, but I'll be back in 3-5 hours. >__> Bro tore down the posters in my old room (since I'm taking over my mum's room buahaha) so I've still got to finish putting those/my books/my desk junk up before my puppy eats everything. Also hanging out with a special someone today, then an event with my bro later tonight (almost forgot about ittt), but I'll be back for sure by 8:30pm pst. :D

Hope this isn't holding you up or anything, Tae. ^^;;; Just kind of taking the posting leniency this weekend to my advantage atm n' getting things done at once since Mama's gone now haha. Looking forward to reading up and posting later tonight~!
Hey guys I'll be posting either later tonight or sometime tomorrow morning (no work! yay!). Mama's leaving for DC tomo at 4am and she still needs some help packing some last minute stuff together etc etc, so I'm gonna spend tonight with her until one of us fall asleep lol. Since we're not moving on until post-weekend, this shouldn't hold anyone up if I don't post today, I think. ^^

Also my new desk is finally here and put together. :D I'll post pics tomo hahaha.



Los Paraisos: Mercy Hospital - Recovery Ward Corridor

"Superheroes never die."

Dylan's words snagged Trixie's attention. Her tear-strained face jolted up from her knees to see the artist's backside. She had been sitting in a seat alone, with Amy standing off not too far from her. She knew this phrase by heart, but even then it seemed like the man she looked up to most was in death's grip.

Amy could feel Trixie's eyes trickle down her spine. The blonde shuddered just thinking about it. "I tried, Trixie. It was - it was enough to bring him here alive. I don't know if I..."

She knew Josette was already in there, and her heart tugged her to join the blue-haired sister inside - but she figured the siblings should probably have some time alone. After all Amy's already done to assist him, she doubted that further impounding healing spells on him would do him any better nonetheless. She may have been a guilder for sometime now, traveling along this group and improving her skills, but still she proved to be of little use in dire situations. Don's current condition did all but highlight this sense of uselessness in her.

Still Trixie looked on at her partner, well aware of what was going through the cleric's mind. "A, Amy, I..."

"What if he doesn't make it?" she quipped in a sharp whisper, whipping her head over her shoulder back at the prankster. Luckily, like Selan, she completely lacked her usual makeup thanks to the hangover morning. Any mascara trickling down her cheeks would have worsened her already mortified visage. "Not another..." She began to pace. "What if he... I couldn't... I... Trixie, you would..."

Amy froze. Trixie loosely gripped the woman's wrist, looking back at her with pleading eyes. "Amy, it's okay. Superheroes don't die, re-remember? Dylan even said it." She glanced his way, cooing softly as she spoke. "You helped a lot already. Okay? S, Superbro will get through this." She nodded firmly. "He, he has to, it's in his blood. Superhero blood... hehe." Trixie dotted her tears, her giggle cracking. "So don't worry, okay? No one's going anywhere."

For a little girl who was nearly choked to death by some psycho bitch back in that hellhouse, Trixie had been shockingly calm after her initial freak out.

"Trixie. You don't think--"

"Hi everyone, I'm back!" Lisette popped in just moments later, doing her best to bring some cheer to the situation, but was met with unanimous silence. Amy took this as her cue to depart the area, failing to even smile at the capybara. Trixie merely tugged her knees in closer to her chest and buried her face again.
Hehe, nice to see the ooc up. :) Things are piling up this weekend with my mum moving away and all (going to DC for military funsies), so once I'm back on track with homework and new room settlement hopefully this Sunday/Monday, I'll pop back here with a reply to Deeta. :D
EDIT: Post is up, yay! Hope the wait was worth it. >______> Trixie and Amy like to swap off between who's calming down the other lololol.

Also

Pachamac said Cid, Tom, Clive, Jerry, Tom

I imagined them popping into the room one by one when I read this. Saw Tom twice in my head and started choking on my food lol


Soon enough Sloth trailed Angel into the kitchen, totally revealing herself to him. He whirled around with an piqued "Hello!" before he could even see her stabs and slices. Ignoring his arousal she quickly ordered him to assist with her injuries. To this Angel saluted her back and fetched what she asked like a dog. "Got your back, Sloth!"

As La Madre departed for her throne, he cringed - the headache pounded harder than ever. To make matters worse another rumble set off, and Angel immediately fell into a readied stance, expecting another explosion to catch everyone off guard. At least until Sam outside start screaming something along the lines of "Holy fuck!"

Then the madman charged inside and stabbed himself!? Angel nearly choked at his irrational action - until Sam's hand healed itself, with some black goop completely sealing up the wound. "What in the...?"

Angel reached for the mask on the back of his head and held it before him. A porcelain, faceless mask bar the two black eye sockets for him to see through. And it was completely unscathed. He glanced back towards Sam, then Harry - who had slammed his back into the wall and crumpled to the floor. slammed his back into the wall and crumpled to the floor. Angel would have taken off to help the latter, until Harry began smiling.

First Sam pretty much impales himself and Harry keels over, grinning and muttering. Angel looked back to Sloth, who continued snoozing away, and the other three sins had already vanished from sight. "Is everyone here psychotic? I couldn't have had that much to drink this morning." Returning to the kitchen, when he was sure no one was looking, Angel propped on his mask.

There must have been something up with that explosion earlier. That or he truly was drunk. After all, his mask should have been shattered when he slammed against a wall from impact. Yet there he was, wearing it, physically. His dizziness almost amplified, and along with that he found himself... craving something. Craving. Needing. Something. Anything. More - he just needed more.

He took a knee, clutching his head once again. Oh it hurt, the pounding and the cravings intermixing all at once, it hurt - but it hurt so good. What on earth was going on? "I could... really use a beer right now. Or vodka. Or Baileys. Anything would be g-"

Something popped out of his pocket and rolled on the floor as he knelt down. Angel lifted his eyes - meeting with a little plastic cube. A die. A four.

While he was used to his dice flopping out from his pockets here and there by accident (typically when he leans over like this), sudden mugs of beer materializing beside them was unheard of. Molded into existence from the same black smoke that emitted from Sam's own hand, Angel reached for the handle - and gripped his hand around it. He jerked it, allowing the liquid inside to slosh around and spill onto his sleeve.

Yep. It was definitely there. His eyes fixated on the die, which pulsated with a faint black aura.

"Oh, God. What the fuck."
Just a reminder I'll be able to post later this evening after I return from class. Like probably around 8pm pst/14 hours from now, late haha. ^^; Maybe a bit later if mama needs more help with stuff, since she's departing for DC either tomorrow or Friday by car (at least a week-long drive), so it depends on what happens. I'll post before midnight though, because I need to start sleeping again lolol

Haven't caught up on the ICs yet, but I am looking forward to it!

/whoosh
Yay the site's back!

Just a heads up that I won't be able to post today. ^^; Got work soon and a concert tonight. I'll be back tomorrow evening~
Yay it's backkk

Unfortunately I can't post today. ^^; I'm buzzing off to work soon, then tonight I'm heading to a CONCERTTTT

/foams



Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond - Ground Floor (Storage Room)

"SUPERBRO!" Trixie's scream pierced the room the moment she caught her hero on the floor. It hadn't registered that Don was clad in Crimson Justice's uniform, even when Moira announced it in all her confusion. She dashed to his side and collapsed onto her knees in a heap, her eyes wild with tears. "No, no no no, he's okay, he's okay right? Right?" She looked up to the blue-haired girl beside her. Josette, and Supersis - the two girls everyone came here to save were both all right and alive, together with Selan as well. Naturally Trixie would have leapt for joy at having found their lost teammates, had Don not been motionless on the floor. This was too much to even look at.

The panicking prankster continued to shake Josette's shoulders. "He's-- he's okay-- he's all right, right? S, Supersis? Is he, is he--AMY!" Trixie called back for her teammate.

Amy had hung back once her crew stumbled upon these four. The other three ladies were roughed up, quite badly from how fatigued they were - Selan in particular seemed emotionally shattered - but only when Trixie called for help did Amy make her way towards the fallen man. She nudged the prankster aside to kneel close beside Don.

Seeing this boisterous son of a pig floored like this, when he's normally prancing about and laughing his head off, was almost jarring. As much as Amy was annoyed with Don's constant antics, she did not hesitate with placing her hand on him - as she would have done if any of her other teammates were in the same position. Her eyes closed, hand stilled beside his shoulder, feeling for something - his aura, a pulse. Trixie continued to heave as she watched Amy, loudly gasping for air as if she were suffocating on her own tears, though she quieted with deep breaths as Amy hushed her.

"Trixie. Trixie, it's okay, hush."

A faint gold glow engulfed both Amy's and Don's bodies, as well as her gem. Though she was not yet experienced enough with awakening unconscious bodies, Amy wished to at least assist with his recovery process. These wounds... this hole... if they were not tended to right away, surely he could bleed to death. In fact Amy wasn't quite sure what to make of his condition at all, considering that puncture on his chest... should have killed him. She did not dwell on this however, and continued to feed him healing spells. She would tend to the three girls afterwards.

The familiar light calmed Trixie's haphazard breathing, though she still sniveled and shivered. She looked off to the side, where Estelle and Selan stood - and her face contorted even further, about to break out into a new set of tears. With a burst she dashed in after the redhead, arms wide to embrace the swordswoman. She was safe, Josy was safe, Miss Pretty was here and safe too.

Trixie sniveled loudly and clung onto Estelle tighter.
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