Wow I guess I was really curious if I made a triple post
Sorry for takin up too much space
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Ok sorry if it was mentioned earlier but I needs know, is Madame Sombre a babe or naw
Lance was keeping a mental notebook of those who spoke, trying to figure out what was going on with everyone who spoke. Now, he was not a great judge of character and he knew it, but he believed it would be a good choice. After all, how could you get to know people if you never even try? This method may not be as effective as talking and having one on one conversations, but that wasn't a method he could use after all. Especially if they were all meeting just now for the first time, introducing themselves one at a time.
The first to speak was apparently Oda. He seemed like a brave soul, or at least, a ballsy one. After all, he did introduce himself first after all, that says something about him! However he couldn't decide what it was. He spoke something about dying in the line of duty, so he was a cop? Cops are cool he thought to himself. He also introduced everyone else to his Mori. When he did Lance couldn't help but choke, she was pretty hot! In a, spirit-ghost of vengeance kind of way. He focused on her for as long as he could, until another one of his kind spoke up. The next one to speak up was Koyuki, and Lance couldn't decide if she made him cringe or not. Spill on a roof. What did she spill? She's not making much sense was what flew through his mind when she started talking. She also had her own fanclub? Pretty vain, but he couldn't deny she also had some nice looks. So it wouldn't surprise him if some people were just that desperate to be with her. As much as he wanted to keep some mental notes on her personality, she just didn't make much sense. Oh well, looks like someone else is speaking up now.
Zachary was next! He seemed to be the most sane out of the three others who spoke up, or at least, he was not some rogue cop or a girl with a fanclub. Its a bit cheesy, but his Mori sounds pretty cool. However, immediately after thinking Zach's mori was cheesy, he realized both that he should be taking this more seriously, and he probably didn't have any authority on who's was cheesy or not. After all, its not like his Mori's name wasn't latin as well! Lance followed zach's words while he could, he appeared to be wanting vengeance. Just like the name of his mori suggested. However, it still surprised Lance a bit. He wasn't good when it came to foreshadowing. Lance had planned on stepping up after Zach, but another girl stood up before he had the chance. Her name was Monica, and wasn't one for long introductions apparently. Bummer, wanted some more time to think of what to say
Immediately after Monica sat down Lance waved his hand. He figured he would keep this short and sweet, as well as a bit vague. "Hey guys! Name is Lance. Nice to meet you all!" he almost shouted out, he took a deep breath and continued. "Died of knife-entering-heart syndrome, as well as beat down-itis. My mori is Cor Ira, call him whatever you want. Hope we manage to not be awkward as all hell around each other!" as he finished talking, Cor Ira appeared above him, blood dripping out of the X shaped scar across its chest. Well, at least I kept it kind of short and vague.
The first to speak was apparently Oda. He seemed like a brave soul, or at least, a ballsy one. After all, he did introduce himself first after all, that says something about him! However he couldn't decide what it was. He spoke something about dying in the line of duty, so he was a cop? Cops are cool he thought to himself. He also introduced everyone else to his Mori. When he did Lance couldn't help but choke, she was pretty hot! In a, spirit-ghost of vengeance kind of way. He focused on her for as long as he could, until another one of his kind spoke up. The next one to speak up was Koyuki, and Lance couldn't decide if she made him cringe or not. Spill on a roof. What did she spill? She's not making much sense was what flew through his mind when she started talking. She also had her own fanclub? Pretty vain, but he couldn't deny she also had some nice looks. So it wouldn't surprise him if some people were just that desperate to be with her. As much as he wanted to keep some mental notes on her personality, she just didn't make much sense. Oh well, looks like someone else is speaking up now.
Zachary was next! He seemed to be the most sane out of the three others who spoke up, or at least, he was not some rogue cop or a girl with a fanclub. Its a bit cheesy, but his Mori sounds pretty cool. However, immediately after thinking Zach's mori was cheesy, he realized both that he should be taking this more seriously, and he probably didn't have any authority on who's was cheesy or not. After all, its not like his Mori's name wasn't latin as well! Lance followed zach's words while he could, he appeared to be wanting vengeance. Just like the name of his mori suggested. However, it still surprised Lance a bit. He wasn't good when it came to foreshadowing. Lance had planned on stepping up after Zach, but another girl stood up before he had the chance. Her name was Monica, and wasn't one for long introductions apparently. Bummer, wanted some more time to think of what to say
Immediately after Monica sat down Lance waved his hand. He figured he would keep this short and sweet, as well as a bit vague. "Hey guys! Name is Lance. Nice to meet you all!" he almost shouted out, he took a deep breath and continued. "Died of knife-entering-heart syndrome, as well as beat down-itis. My mori is Cor Ira, call him whatever you want. Hope we manage to not be awkward as all hell around each other!" as he finished talking, Cor Ira appeared above him, blood dripping out of the X shaped scar across its chest. Well, at least I kept it kind of short and vague.
Ok, thanks. Thats the only thing i could think of atm! Ill pm ya anything else if i have any questions.
What seperates the Guardians and Conduits from regular hosts? Or are those just the types of host you can be?
Hey! I would like to voice my interest in joining, but idk if i will actually be able to join or not. Mind if i stalk around?
He was nervous for Allaliese's response, but what she said certainly blew whatever he was expecting out of the water. If only because of how strange it was. It truly is... strange how there are no stagehands to been seen anymore though. Perhaps you don't find that strange. This is certainly food for thought. It was true, recently Roman hadn't seen any stagehands recently. How were those effects still taking place? His 'performances' wouldn't be much without their help. However, even though he hadn't seen any recently he was already performing as he was before! The lights, colors, and everything else was still going as it should be. "But perhaps... you should." She didn't need to tell him that, Roman already felt put off. More then he had in a decent while.
As Annaliese left his tent, she told him "Well, good luck, mon amie, please do stop by my tent when you have the time for a cup of tea." Roman instantly decided he would pick her up on the offer when he could, at least to apologize again about how quickly he had asked her to leave. He knew it was rude, but he had to perform well for Madame Sombre. After all, she gave him a job. He had to live up to her expectations! He knew others thought otherwise, and was still confused about why they were so against it, but alas now was not the time to dig into these intrusive thoughts. He had to go help his patrons!
And so, he went to those who came to visit. Pendents, charms, and trinkets all he gave away. He made it so everyone who came in left with something to give or keep. He knew some of their problems he couldn't solve even with Lady fortune. There are things no amount of luck or alterations could change. The inevitable is inevitable. If there was anything he knew to be true, its that sometimes no amount of power could change the outcomes the world sets. Even Roman can't always change the fate. However, for most of he customers he could. And that was enough for him!
As the evening bore on, he started wondering about when he would take a break. The customers slowed, and he was running low on trinkets. He saw the Aries and Virgo pendents were running low, and took note. Perhaps this would be a trend that would be kept? Either way, next time he needed supplies he planned on getting a surplus of those two now. After writing it down and adding it to the list of popular demands, he considered heading out soon. After all, even Roman couldn't stay on task too long. However, before his free-spirited self could float away from the tent, a group of teenage boys and girls entered.
"Well, maybe I could pester the others after this
As Annaliese left his tent, she told him "Well, good luck, mon amie, please do stop by my tent when you have the time for a cup of tea." Roman instantly decided he would pick her up on the offer when he could, at least to apologize again about how quickly he had asked her to leave. He knew it was rude, but he had to perform well for Madame Sombre. After all, she gave him a job. He had to live up to her expectations! He knew others thought otherwise, and was still confused about why they were so against it, but alas now was not the time to dig into these intrusive thoughts. He had to go help his patrons!
And so, he went to those who came to visit. Pendents, charms, and trinkets all he gave away. He made it so everyone who came in left with something to give or keep. He knew some of their problems he couldn't solve even with Lady fortune. There are things no amount of luck or alterations could change. The inevitable is inevitable. If there was anything he knew to be true, its that sometimes no amount of power could change the outcomes the world sets. Even Roman can't always change the fate. However, for most of he customers he could. And that was enough for him!
As the evening bore on, he started wondering about when he would take a break. The customers slowed, and he was running low on trinkets. He saw the Aries and Virgo pendents were running low, and took note. Perhaps this would be a trend that would be kept? Either way, next time he needed supplies he planned on getting a surplus of those two now. After writing it down and adding it to the list of popular demands, he considered heading out soon. After all, even Roman couldn't stay on task too long. However, before his free-spirited self could float away from the tent, a group of teenage boys and girls entered.
"Well, maybe I could pester the others after this
@Scarlet, ok sweet christ. Sorry for botherin you with that.
EDIT- Fuck i need to start reading my posts twice before i send them in.
EDIT- Fuck i need to start reading my posts twice before i send them in.
Mad Scarlet said It truly is... strange how there are no stagehands to been seen anymore though. Perhaps you don't find that strange."
Wait please tell me i didn't screw up reading something real bad. If i needa fix my post ill do it, even it might be a little/way late!
@Mad, sorry for ditching your sweety Annaliese but this is for the best :C now time to sleep. Also sorry it was only like 2 paragraphs, next time I post i promise ill have more time and put in some more thought. But now i must abscond!
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