Unfortunately

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Civ V got me real fucking hooked

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Aw no

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Jerry no dorm

Roanesca and Julius dorm

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Yeah, i'm typing Roanesca normally for now because some RPers may not understand

Just interpret them with a mix of Russian and German in your head

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What was Roanesca doing in the crowd? Yep-- you guessed it, reaching out towards unsuspecting pockets. Frequently, the girl would take 3 George Washingtons worth of bucks, while carefully keeping an eye on anyone who had the right to mete out punishment. To be more specific, she's keeping an eye on that security guard with a creepy partner who he could probably use as sanction.

Sometimes, though, she stops in her tracks and antics occasionally to give a glimpse and a greeting at some passing acquaintances.

"Well, if it isn't Romsk-" a ponytail-haired girl waved a few feet away, interrupted by a gripey reply.

"It's Roanesca!" the hatted girl leaned towards the ponytail girl's direction, puffing up her cheeks to prepare for an emphasizing scream. ROANESCA!"

"Oh! Sorry, Romane- gah, fuck it. Eh, anyway, got plans for today?"

Roanesca rubbed a finger on her chin.

"Nope. Nothing on mind." Other than stealing, that is.

" You look like an oddball in the hall, having no one to be with tonight. Do you have someone to dance with?"

"Are you sayi-"

"Well, it's only a dance! It's only intimate if it's the promenade." Hey, that sentence rhymes! "Have a few suggestions."

"Well? Let's see what you have."

The ponytail girl pointed her slender finger to her first recommendation among the men in the vicinity, which happened to be... a stutterer. Roanesca wasn't particularly appealed, mainly because despite his decent appearance, she could tell that something was a bit off.

"Next."

"What, you're not alright with him? Besides, they say he's talented."

"He's alright, except that he seems to be a bit of a looney. Next."

The acquaintance pointed next to a pair of men.

"Who? The pompadour, or the bald?"

"Any of them."

"I'd say they're both good, but let me see the rest."

"Alright. How about him-"

"WAAAAAAAAAHOOOOOOOOOO!" shouted the man the ponytailed acquaintance pointed at.

"Naw, shit!" the hatted girl muttered to herself.

A familiar face, a face she had recalled from her childhood, popped into view. Roanesca didn't exactly like the man called Jeremiah Crawthorne, or simply Jerry as many call him. Why, you ask? Mostly because she herself has been his top victim of catcalling, swooning and showoffs. Perhaps it would be much better if Elena from the bakery next door to the orphanage was Jerry's target, since she actually did like him and would make a great housewife in the long run. Or he could have chosen Teresa from the house across the street, who actually has real Harvard potential. Why her, out of all the people his desires would have picked?

Right now, Roanesca silently prays to any deity out there that hopefully Jerry Crawthorne would not recognize her under her hair dye and her years' worth of aging. Please, God, whatever you can do, don't let him know me under these covers.

The other girl, noting Roanesca's incoherible muttering, furrowed brows and frown, asked;

"Too boisterous?"

"Yeah. Keep looking."

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"NOW WHO'S READY FOR JERRY!"

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lol

I probably don't even need to expand dong anymore xP

@NarayanK

you may not need it

but you want it

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Uhh, nope.

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Godmodding...

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Present Time

There were plenty of cults that Samael had in her lifetime, certainly.

"Cults? Hmm, there were indeed many. They've been a very good source of souls in the past centuries, all their sacrifices, all their dedicated bloodshed, mmm~. I do whatever their wishes within my reach are, but in the end, it's just grass for the cattle! The-"

Samael noticed the sudden switch of music, to which she turned her head towards the stage for a moment in light surprise, before returning her gaze to Revan.

"Uh, the true cult i recognize is my very own army of undead, but they've been wiped recently by the gods. It's sad, really. But it's the superiors' orders.

Do you have anyone you consider higher than you?~"

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Sariel was watching.

The woman, somewhere in the distance of the two and dancing by herself, became highly observant to her suspicious companion, and also to a familiar face that was just in front of said companion. How the hell did Revan be on the same place as they were? Most importantly, what the fuck are they doing? Are they going intimate? Utter disbelief ensues. Sariel wishes to cockblock right now, but it's against her own personal ideals to do so.

Jesus! Buddha! Mohammed! Zoroaster! she exclaimed in her thoughts. That's some real nasty development going on! I'm not sure! Maybe let them head to the glorious home run, sure, but it's disgusting to even think of it! What if Revan's pull-out game's atrocious? And think of the child!

Outside, even as Sariel tried to hold it in, one could clearly see some disgust, fear and conflict well up from her thoughts and outward. Her brows furrowed upward in confusion, a side of her lip raised in shock, and her head nodded left and right dreadfully. Still, she kept her dancing motions unfazed by these thoughts, but she appears to be a little odd with that face while motioning her limbs to the tunes.

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Is Xavier complete?

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Thank god it's relatively too early for me to have an age crisis

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FUCK YOU TOO CLOUDFLARE STOP BOMBING ME WITH CAPTCHAS BESIDES WHY IS MY SHITTING IP SUSPICIOUS