Spawnling said
Well that's one way to kill a joke. Anywho, there's your doodle.
...OH SHIT THAT WAS A JOKE?!
...It's 5 AM I'm sorry...;;
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...OH SHIT THAT WAS A JOKE?!
...It's 5 AM I'm sorry...;;
EDIT: Also subject to change soon.
Eika's got hyper-exaggerated senses to make up for her lost sight thanks to Id and Ego. She'd realize gunshots went off and the like, at least.
Immortalis about to DECAPITATE her would have to follow with Id and Ego next to her. XD
yoyohayli said
I, uh, just broke up with my boyfriend, so sorry if I've been less active, as well. :c
MAN SCREW THAT GUY. HE DOESN'T SEE AN AMAZING GIRL WHEN HE HAS ONE!
:<
Major Ursa said
>.><.<
I am not surprised.
The Wanderer said
Haha, its even better if you consider the contrast right now. Fool is wearing a bloody tuxedo, and one of his pantlegs is gone, burned off by that fireball earlier, as well as part of his cloak. Meanwhile, Imagine is standing there, perfectly put together.
She's willing to buy him an outfit.
The Wanderer said
For once, my mind is completely blank on how to start a response. Guess Fool is all alone on this one. Not even his writer can help now.
GG NO RE. IMAGINEER WINS.
Dark Revenger Knight said
Hah. So the Imagineer makes the first move. ^^Also, my next post will be epic and probably just as long as my last one. Battles of massive proportions ensues.
She's bad at doing cute things without lookin' like a hot mess.
"...I was raised by a vampire. Humans treated me like dirt because of it."
Her lips formed into a small frown -- a break from her usual demeanor as she recalled the events that led her up to being a well-groomed lady amongst most humans that'd otherwise be little more than skeletal hollows of what they once were. Visages of her parents crawled through her eyes -- quickly displaced and distorted as her memory was merely incapable of remembering what they looked like. It was...always like this. Always flashes, but never any concrete image to remind her of where she came from in the end of things.
"My parents died presumably by vampires. But rather than being thrown into the trash, I was taken in and cared for like a daughter of sorts. I was never fed from. I was never touched in poor ways by the Master of the house. I was harmed and tormented by the others I worked beside. ...Despite being a human-"
Ah...?! She forced down the jolt of surprise that came from Karl muttering in his sleep and squeezing her, a look of surprise taking hold as she bit her lip and her hands raised up. ...Ah...Uhm...What could work...? One arm wrapped around him to rub his back whilst the other brushed through his hair in a gentle caress, whispers dancing into the ear closest to her lips despite the red on her cheeks in order to attempt calming him down.
"Nobody will take your beloved away from you. Your love will...always be here. Don't you see?"
Hopefully that wouldn't be heard, but she'd then turn her attention to Callum in order to address him once more whilst trying to comfort their slumbering Master.
"...I don't consider ourselves objects. Our Master doesn't quite see us as objects -- merely...people that have the body heat to keep him -- or attempt to keep him -- calm in what would otherwise be a poor attempt at sleeping...He does not force us into a dungeon, and he does not give us rags to sleep in. We have actual clothes, belongings, things of that nature...Surely not all vampires are terrible people. Don't you think?..."
Her lips formed into a small frown -- a break from her usual demeanor as she recalled the events that led her up to being a well-groomed lady amongst most humans that'd otherwise be little more than skeletal hollows of what they once were. Visages of her parents crawled through her eyes -- quickly displaced and distorted as her memory was merely incapable of remembering what they looked like. It was...always like this. Always flashes, but never any concrete image to remind her of where she came from in the end of things.
"My parents died presumably by vampires. But rather than being thrown into the trash, I was taken in and cared for like a daughter of sorts. I was never fed from. I was never touched in poor ways by the Master of the house. I was harmed and tormented by the others I worked beside. ...Despite being a human-"
Ah...?! She forced down the jolt of surprise that came from Karl muttering in his sleep and squeezing her, a look of surprise taking hold as she bit her lip and her hands raised up. ...Ah...Uhm...What could work...? One arm wrapped around him to rub his back whilst the other brushed through his hair in a gentle caress, whispers dancing into the ear closest to her lips despite the red on her cheeks in order to attempt calming him down.
"Nobody will take your beloved away from you. Your love will...always be here. Don't you see?"
Hopefully that wouldn't be heard, but she'd then turn her attention to Callum in order to address him once more whilst trying to comfort their slumbering Master.
"...I don't consider ourselves objects. Our Master doesn't quite see us as objects -- merely...people that have the body heat to keep him -- or attempt to keep him -- calm in what would otherwise be a poor attempt at sleeping...He does not force us into a dungeon, and he does not give us rags to sleep in. We have actual clothes, belongings, things of that nature...Surely not all vampires are terrible people. Don't you think?..."
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