Now if only you took off that bonnet ;)
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Blasphemous Rabbit
STATUS: It's Good Friday everyone, or as the Romans on Golgotha say, "It's hammer time!" 4 mos ago
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It's Good Friday everyone, or as the Romans on Golgotha say, "It's hammer time!"
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I just love having a job where the general population treats me like a used napkin.
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"Hey. You. You're finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right?"
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As a holy paladin, I can't say for certain PrinceAlexus is going to be smighted, but don't be surprised if you find him with a mace in his face.
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Umm...sorry to disappoint guys, but I'm just not feeling this one. Think I'm gonna drop. DX
@Dmessenger Are you kidding me? I already feel horrible for Maxwell. I hope everything works out for him in the end too. He deserves a happy ending. Plus I feel this is only the beginning of the feels.
Max was now in his room gathering his stuff. He took the devices that he had been secretly making. He only took his clothes and the devices since none of his books or other stuff would he be allowed to take. He then went to leave only to see his father standing in the doorway. His father walked up to him and smack him in the face. "I never want to see your face again, you are a disgrace to me and this family." Max didn't reply he only walked past his father and headed out the front door. His father slammed the front door as soon as Max had left the house. He then walked towards the sidewalk to begin his long walk to wherever he could find a new home.
Choo choo! All aboard the Feel Train! Next stop crying all night while listening to the Clannad soundtrack!
@Otaku95@sassy1085
The looks she was getting enough of was one thing, but the forked tongues in the bitter mouths of all the whispering gossipers, even the teacher of all people, was about to be the straw to break the cat's back. The only thing she could do as not to cause a scene...was grit her teeth behind her lips and release a bitter sigh through her nostrils flaring. ~"Here Ryuko-chan, why don't we sit next to Tohru-san and Rin-san?"~ Asuka said to her new companion as generously as possible, ushering to the two empty seats left. She could tell it was bothering Ryuko-chan as much as her. She then bowed to the teacher giving a sincere apology for being late, ~"Forgive our tardiness, Nishikawa-Sensei."~
Tohru had her qualms, but still...it was a tad cute to her that Asuka was being...friendly. She had never seen this side of her before. I suppose even devils have hearts. She mused, smiling to herself somewhat. She knew somewhere in all her bitterness, Asuka was capable of kindness and compassion. So for the most part, she didn't seem to mind Asuka sitting beside her, just as long as she wasn't planning something devious. "This is a bit surprising, isn't it?" Tohru whispered over to Rin. "In all my days, I had never expected to see the girl who's hated me so much be so...kind. It's quite a surprise."
The looks she was getting enough of was one thing, but the forked tongues in the bitter mouths of all the whispering gossipers, even the teacher of all people, was about to be the straw to break the cat's back. The only thing she could do as not to cause a scene...was grit her teeth behind her lips and release a bitter sigh through her nostrils flaring. ~"Here Ryuko-chan, why don't we sit next to Tohru-san and Rin-san?"~ Asuka said to her new companion as generously as possible, ushering to the two empty seats left. She could tell it was bothering Ryuko-chan as much as her. She then bowed to the teacher giving a sincere apology for being late, ~"Forgive our tardiness, Nishikawa-Sensei."~
Tohru had her qualms, but still...it was a tad cute to her that Asuka was being...friendly. She had never seen this side of her before. I suppose even devils have hearts. She mused, smiling to herself somewhat. She knew somewhere in all her bitterness, Asuka was capable of kindness and compassion. So for the most part, she didn't seem to mind Asuka sitting beside her, just as long as she wasn't planning something devious. "This is a bit surprising, isn't it?" Tohru whispered over to Rin. "In all my days, I had never expected to see the girl who's hated me so much be so...kind. It's quite a surprise."
@Fubsy
The tears had finally ceased, but still the pain remained without end in her chest. Daniella sighed looking around the empty parlor of her home. Not a soul to be found, not a voice to be heard, only her thoughts to accompany her...her bitter...painful thoughts of Max. Such a lovely place...and yet so barren inside, an exact mirror of her heart. There was no furniture at all, no fluffy couches or chairs, not even a table, just an empty room...and one polished black grand piano. Perhaps that's what she needed, a bit of music, a bit of song to ease her weary nerves and soothe her wounded heart. She sat at the piano, softly her frail, dainty fingers gracing the smooth ivory keys. Usually, she would practice off a sheet, but now...of all times...she felt like playing something...true, something from the heart.
She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, and then...it happened.
Without even thinking her hands moved gracefully across the keys, each note Daniella played filled with every ounce of her musical passion. The melody she composed from her heart resonated throughout the room, but only she would hear it...or so she thought.
As if to punctuate the end of her lovely yet melancholic composition, a knock came at the door. She stopped, her hands slipping away from the piano, and stood. Daniella wasn't expecting to have visitors at this hour; she figured it was either her parents or the maids...but then again...why would they knock? Then...another thought. What if...what if...
She wasted no time then, picking her dress up just a tad, so not to step on it, and briskly pacing over to the door, a soft, genuine smile trying to creep across her lips. The very thought of opening the door to see him before her, to finally have the chance to tell him of her honest feelings, oh such joy it brought to Daniella...but such joy...she wouldn't have sadly as she opened the door to find...not Maxwell...but Marcella.
~"M-Marcella...hello."~ Her voice was still a bit scratchy, evidence alone she had been weeping inconsolably, and if that wasn't enough, her mascara was still ruined and her eyes flecked with sore veins of red. Dammit all...she must've looked a mess in front of the lovely Italian. ~"What are you doing here?"~
The tears had finally ceased, but still the pain remained without end in her chest. Daniella sighed looking around the empty parlor of her home. Not a soul to be found, not a voice to be heard, only her thoughts to accompany her...her bitter...painful thoughts of Max. Such a lovely place...and yet so barren inside, an exact mirror of her heart. There was no furniture at all, no fluffy couches or chairs, not even a table, just an empty room...and one polished black grand piano. Perhaps that's what she needed, a bit of music, a bit of song to ease her weary nerves and soothe her wounded heart. She sat at the piano, softly her frail, dainty fingers gracing the smooth ivory keys. Usually, she would practice off a sheet, but now...of all times...she felt like playing something...true, something from the heart.
She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, and then...it happened.
Without even thinking her hands moved gracefully across the keys, each note Daniella played filled with every ounce of her musical passion. The melody she composed from her heart resonated throughout the room, but only she would hear it...or so she thought.
As if to punctuate the end of her lovely yet melancholic composition, a knock came at the door. She stopped, her hands slipping away from the piano, and stood. Daniella wasn't expecting to have visitors at this hour; she figured it was either her parents or the maids...but then again...why would they knock? Then...another thought. What if...what if...
She wasted no time then, picking her dress up just a tad, so not to step on it, and briskly pacing over to the door, a soft, genuine smile trying to creep across her lips. The very thought of opening the door to see him before her, to finally have the chance to tell him of her honest feelings, oh such joy it brought to Daniella...but such joy...she wouldn't have sadly as she opened the door to find...not Maxwell...but Marcella.
~"M-Marcella...hello."~ Her voice was still a bit scratchy, evidence alone she had been weeping inconsolably, and if that wasn't enough, her mascara was still ruined and her eyes flecked with sore veins of red. Dammit all...she must've looked a mess in front of the lovely Italian. ~"What are you doing here?"~
@Carlsberg@Lunar
For a minute the elf thought it over after sheathing her dagger, a cold shrug of the shoulder towards the woman to nudge her aside. The prospect sounded tempting, a dungeon filled to the brim with rare and valuable treasures, not to mention a place to dispose of these fools.
Eagerly she nodded, a feigned joyful smile to obscure her...other intentions, but the smile contorted shortly into a dumbfounded expression upon view of her silver haired target...doing pushups.
For a minute the elf thought it over after sheathing her dagger, a cold shrug of the shoulder towards the woman to nudge her aside. The prospect sounded tempting, a dungeon filled to the brim with rare and valuable treasures, not to mention a place to dispose of these fools.
Eagerly she nodded, a feigned joyful smile to obscure her...other intentions, but the smile contorted shortly into a dumbfounded expression upon view of her silver haired target...doing pushups.
@Otaku95
She wasn't too fond of being leered at by so many eyes, but nevertheless she smiled and followed alongside Ryuko-chan into the classroom, whereupon noticing she had some...company.
Tohru lifted her head up just as Asuka entered the room, immediately the two locking eyes. Just what she needed, another of her enemies sharing the same space as she, and yet...something was different about Akuma no Hime, to Tohru at least. She seemed less hostile, still giving the Prince of Claymore an insulting smirk however, but other than that no threat given.
She wasn't too fond of being leered at by so many eyes, but nevertheless she smiled and followed alongside Ryuko-chan into the classroom, whereupon noticing she had some...company.
Tohru lifted her head up just as Asuka entered the room, immediately the two locking eyes. Just what she needed, another of her enemies sharing the same space as she, and yet...something was different about Akuma no Hime, to Tohru at least. She seemed less hostile, still giving the Prince of Claymore an insulting smirk however, but other than that no threat given.
@Marcus XVI -___- *beats head against the wall till passing out bleeding everywhere* Fuck it.
@Carlsberg
Defeated, the elf bowed her head in a begrudging nod, but that didn't mean she was gonna keep her promise. She glared at the woman, holding her hand out as if to ask for her dagger to be returned. She would have loved to plunge it right into the woman's eye, but more or less she'd save that notion for later. The dagger meant something to her, and she wasn't gonna let this surly lass keep it for herself.
Defeated, the elf bowed her head in a begrudging nod, but that didn't mean she was gonna keep her promise. She glared at the woman, holding her hand out as if to ask for her dagger to be returned. She would have loved to plunge it right into the woman's eye, but more or less she'd save that notion for later. The dagger meant something to her, and she wasn't gonna let this surly lass keep it for herself.
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