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6 yrs ago
Current Boy, you're like a pizza cutter: all edge and no point.
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6 yrs ago
I think I should write a pithy roleplay about how an expenditure of effort does not entitle you to your perception of an equivalent reward. Anyone know someone who'd be interested?
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7 yrs ago
Okay, let's be honest for a second here, if we stop the status bar from being edgy angst land it really doesn't have anything going for it except sheer autism.
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7 yrs ago
Does anyone know where you can get a white trilby embroidered with threatening messages? Asking for a friend.
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7 yrs ago
My genius truly knows no bounds. Only an intellect as glorious as mine can possibly G3T K1D.
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That would be an interesting interaction! I think she still has the edge though, just because she's on home turf and you're on enemy territory, haha.

That said, there really are a lot of ways it could pan out. :D
If you have business with the Gorgon I'm fine to RP with you, haha c:

That'll also provide a nice opening for Tatsua too.
The same dream that had plagued Shira for days now was what caused her to bolt upright from slumber immediately, and cold sweat poured down her brow as she struggled to regain control of her breathing. She'd heard of what happened to Kirugetsu and his squad members during the night - Bujin had woken her to inform her of the damage dealt and the plans that the village had for her, noting that she had missed a scroll from Kami-sensei. It was odd to think that missing that message could have saved her life, but not odd in the way that most people would've found it. Shira's self-defeatist wishes made her almost regret passing up an opportunity to end it all and die in combat, but she knew that the death she'd have gotten at Hayato's hands was not one worthy of the Hataga. Even so, the desires bubbled up inside her like an overflowing cauldron, and she could not bring herself to sleep again. She didn't want to face the dream again.

It was fairly standard routine to get up, washed, dressed, and to train - but she also had new orders, according to a letter she found addressed to her in the front room of the Hataga compound. She had been reassigned already with two new shinobi - she recognised the names in so far as having seen them written before - and she was to be tutored by Iroh, the Seismic Sage. She'd seen the impressive stand he and his counterpart had made firsthand in the war, and she immediately knew that he was not the teacher for her. One whose purpose to survive conflicted somewhat with her internal goals, but she was also excited to be trained by someone famous - especially one who had served. The honour was great, and it was not something she'd squander.

Shira set out for the training grounds, preferring to begin her daily routine there. It would save her time and effort, and a training ground was certainly the right place to begin one's morning training. She stayed fairly far back, retreating to the shade beneath the trees to help hone her tentative control over the Throes of War that her bloodline had given her. Darkness was a good way to test her gut instincts and help better develop her ability to use the kekkei genkai. After two hours exactly, it was time for Shira to meet her new sensei and her new teammates - she'd barely got chance to talk to Namine the other day, and she hadn't had nearly enough time to grow attached to Kami (though she made a mental note to visit her in the hospital to give her flowers). She felt what could only be described as a numb consternation at the thought of meeting new teammates, though the excitement confused her a little - she had no reason to be particularly fond of meeting them, but Kami's enthusiasm may have rubbed off on her just a little.

It was with heavy determination that she emerged from the woods to see Ageha, Isao, and Iroh at the training grounds, with the former two having struck up the beginnings of a conversation. Shira elected not to join in until she was spoken to, standing to attention before Iroh as a sign of respect for her new Sensei.
Love potions!

You know, the kind of love you clean up with a mop and bucket.

Besides, she wouldn't be evil if she was doing /nice/ things, would she? :D
I wrote up a little intro for Dormeria so people can get an idea of the reasons why you might go to her. :3

I'm happy to RP with anyone who comes to pay her a visit. :D
The smoke-filled lair of Dormeria was metaphorically ablaze with activity - fairies of all shapes and sizes whizzed around the musty air, occasionally stopping to admire one of the crystalline statues that populated the walls, and stopping to pick up pouches of decidedly questionable substances before whizzing off through the veiled entrance. Meanwhile, the unmistakable form of the resident Gorgon peered over a stone cauldron, mixing sweet-smelling liquids and flowers and herbs together into what would be a potent concoction. The recipient of the brew was stood a few paces away from Dormeria, sure not to gaze upon her face, idly fidgeting with the coinpurse that he held - obviously frightened that one or more of the fairies would take it from him before he could offer payment to the alchemist working her magic.

"To fall in love, or to fall in lust?" came the sultry-sounding voice, calling from the cauldron and turning her head to face the young man. He quickly averted his gaze in a panic, not wanting to even chance looking into Dormeria's eyes, before stammering out a "... lust, please..." and blushing fiercely, matching the shade of the ruby statuette beside him.

"Hmm... Yes, I know what you seek. He's very pretty, but his persuasions are... A little different to your own. I understand. Do you want him to remember?"

"... Can you make him like it?"

"There are few things I cannot do, little one... The question is - how will you pay? My prices are steep for services so potent as what you desire, and I do not always accept mere gold."

His blush reddened even further and his breathing intensified. What if he couldn't pay her with the money he had? What if she didn't want gold? He couldn't afford any more than he had, and if he failed to pay... His life in Tiaquin would be ruined, he'd never st-

"But I can make you an offer, little Niall. I want you to take my potion and enjoy the night it will give you - and after you and he are both spent and lying on whatever surface you choose to defile, you will take a single lock of his hair and bring it to me... And then you will find a stranger in the streets - one who is enjoying Tiaquin's vibrant night life - and bring him to me. I desire another statuette for my collection." She almost taunted, interrupting his little panic with a small flask carved out of diamond that looked exactly like a rose. It was more valuable than anything the boy could ever have offered her, but Dormeria's motives were unknowable - why she would help the young lad at cost to her was a mystery to all but the gorgon herself.

"... Okay... But w-"

"Shh... Take it and put these concerns to the side while you enjoy your night. Our business can be concluded after you have used my potion."

And with that, the young boy left the hazy room. Dormeria's next customer could be just as lucky, or perhaps it was unlucky? She could never remember how her little bargains ended up for parties that were not her.
I'm still waiting on news of whether or not I'm actually in your squad because people keep cropping up implying they want a place and not getting back to me about it. xD

You can post again talking with Isao, though.
Of course <3

Express drug mule services are a valuable commodity :3
No reason not to go partay and see if she /can/ do anything for you anyway! She's got quite the reputation in Tiaquin, so if you feel like interacting, just get a post up and I'll reply :D
@Aristo - If you have reason to visit an oracle/drug dealer/alchemist in Tiaquin, I'd be happy to start off with you. :D
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