(Sir - Fortunately, I no longer rely on Dragona Pine's account to function properly. He pissed me off one day so I decided to make my own. This account belongs to me, and me alone.)
Thanks *drinks* *thinks to myself, my are there so many milk drinkers here* (a milk drinker is a tag given to someone by them being drunk after one drink or that they can't handle the drink)
*catches the ointment in her good hand* Thanks. *unscrews the lid and spreads a decent amount onto her arm, rubbing it in* *sighs and relaxes* That's better..
Don't smirk. *throws the tub back at him* I swear this stupid deal I was forced into will be the death of me. Losing the element of surprise isn't good. It hurts like hell.
(i picked up the term milk drinker from my author playing skyrim lets call my author R, so r was playing skyrim when he called a milk drinker and well it stuck ever since)
(Clara. Btw Clarente cannot be. Sil is getting married. I know this breaks you poor heart, but Sil says enough is enough. Maybe one day you will learn to love again, maybe not. Basically what she's saying is you're dumped. Good luck for the future.)
Eh. I said I wouldn't kill or harm unless in self defense. Which complicates my job.
Personality test are rarely accurate. I've heard good things about the Meyers-Briggs test, but that doesn't really tell you about things like depression.
(Sil: *watches the celebration* ...I don't think she took it very well. Ashlea: she seems happy. Sil: she does...lord knows what happening inside. I almost feel sorry for her...
They say actions speak louder than words. If actions are merely words penned in by asterisks, then wouldn't that make asterisks the most powerful grammatical symbol in the human tongue?
Well, perhaps. But if a picture is, in fact, worth one thousand words, surely one should communicate through pictures, instead? I suppose that it depends on the word-action conversion ratio. *
There have been cultures that have indeed communicated through pictures. The Egyptian culture. The Tumblr culture. Both have created wonders of the world: the Pyramids, and over 5000 GIFs of Benedict Cumberbatch. It should follow that both of these civilizations are therefore more advance than those that use only words, but it is almost universally acknowledged that they are not, despite the great wonders that they have produced.
* There it is.
* **** Awh, it brought babies. But I don't have enough actions to accommodate them.
But in the case of Tumblr, is the motion of a GIF barring it from being a purer form of "picture"? The only way to truly distinguish, I suppose, would be to contact the ubiquitous "they" that propagate such phrases the world over.
...
Still waiting for that other asterisk...
...
Oh dear. The second asterisk appears to have left the first for another. Poor thing.
That's a point that I did not previously consider. If a picture is worth a thousand words, than a GIF must either multiple that value or nullify it. I suppose that, as is the case with so many other debates, a true conclusion cannot be reached without consoling "They." This shouldn't be to difficult, as "They" always seem to be saying things.
Phaestra: You will be remaining here until you promise again - this time, however, you will be unable to kill anyone for any reason. And harm only for self-defence unless you provoke them in any way - so if you cause them to attack you, you will not be able to harm them. No matter what the circumstances. And you will not be allowed to torture anyone again as previously said.
Indeed. Still, "They" seem to mostly spout fairly inaccurate maxims that handily apply to a given situation, rather than differentiating between superior and inferior forms of distributing information.
* Ah, this pair hasn't split up, but it seems that their partnership is on the rocks. I suppose that I should direct the pair of them to a decent therapist.
Phaestra: And why not? I gave you a fair deal and you chose to abuse it. I can, and I will, keep you here, unless you promise otherwise. And then I will make you keep to that promise no matter what. So unless you decide to promise to the terms I have stated, you will remain here. Forever. Without ever seeing your friends or your loved ones again. And it will be your own doing.
A true shame. It makes one long for the days that "They" were making their debut with such useful phrases as "Don't do that, you'll probably die horribly if you do that."
While I've never found what "They" say to be particularly helpful in my day-to-day life, that phrase has always stuck to me as a bit of good advice.
* * I . . . I . . . *struggling to come up with a witty and clever retort or pun* *fails* *slow claps* Acupunctuation therapist. Well played, dear Sir, well played.
Phaestra: I can do this. You have rights because you believe you have rights - nothing more. However, as a vampire, human rights cannot apply to you in any way. This is not so different to what happens on Earth. You are being imprisoned for the rest of your life for something of your own doing. Accept responsibility for your actions. This is all on you. I reached out to you and attempted to help you - to protect you - but all you did was take advantage of my mercy. This is your own doing. You are here because you caused yourself to be. And unless you agree, you will be here for the rest of eternity because of the things you have done wrong.
And in a world where bad advice is a popular trend, it's good to have some wise words appear now and again. I've dedicated myself to that for quite some time now.
** I feel like they don't appreciate good puns in society the way they should. *realizes what I just said* . . . Yet another reason to distrust "They."
*Tears open a small gateway, and straightens up on his tip-toes to get his head up through it, the aforementioned head appearing in Phaestra's dimension, in front of Ms. Tempest.*
For what it is worth, Ms. Tempest, you have my full moral support.
*His head drops back out of that reality and back onto his shoulders.*
*A few moments later, a second gateway opens, and part of an arm comes through, giving Ms. Tempest a quick thumb's up before going back to where it belongs.*
Wise words are almost as uncommon as common sense, these days...
Come to think of it, there is most likely an overlap there.
*
Sad, but accurate, Ms. Crowley. A good pun is just as likely to solicit boos and airborne fruit as it is applause.
Thank you, Ms. Crowley. Perhaps a more accurate name would be "should-be common sense", given that it generally encompasses basic concepts that many people struggle with, regardless. * I believe that there are several adoption services that would be happy to take on a litter of asterisks.
*smiles* Yes, of course you can stay. If you'll make your way up to the Delta Room, a nearby towel will give you a key. be careful not to step on him, or on all the baby asterisks.
* * * * * * * What am I supposed to do with a whole litter of asterisk?
You are very welcome, my dears. *smiles warmly* I have a soft spot for young couples, starting out. I hope you have . . . have a lovely time, there in the Delta Room. *chuckles*
*gently nudges Inky and Edward up the stairs* Now now, off you go. I've got a bit of a punctuation problem on my hands. My asterisks are escaping their playpen.
Phaestra: No. I will not be letting you go. I am showing you mercy, mortal. If I wished to, I could allow the other gods to torture you for the rest of eternity. But I choose not to. Your very existence is a stain on the fabric of the Earth. But I believe you are a stain that can be lifted. There are two ways you can get away from here. You can agree to my deal, and I will put measures in place to make you keep to it no matter what. Or *a glowing white ring appears on Silente's finger* You can go back with this. You cannot take it off - nor harm yourself, nor be damaged - in any way whilst you are wearing this. Whilst it is on your finger, you will not be able to kill. You will not be able to harm. You will not be able to even insult another living being. You will be able to cause no harm to no one, and nothing, ever again. You will not be able to walk across grass, nor say anything with the slightest chance of even upsetting or angering another.
Honestly, I thought you three were responsible adults. Fighting, as if you were all still barely children in the schoolyard? I can't believe that you three took such a foolish aste-risk.
(hello inks and eddy (<lol) I'm proud of myself for the achievement i posted above, my secret i didn't eat much today because i didn't want to so yay, :D )
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*nods*
It was self defense.
Ms. Crowley, my author tends to fervently avoid any sort of social media.
Thank you for your concern, but it will take more than a few growths to put my author down.
*Drinks until incredibly drunk*
*turns to see Anni* Hello Clara *smiles*
*shadow walks into bar* I'll have my manly beer (yes ed and anyone else manly beer i invented it last night)
Welcome back, Mr. Pine. I see that Commander Keating remains in action.
*keeps drinking more and more*
(*sneaks up behind Sir and Clara* *casually and quickly pushes them closer to each other* wuv.)
*Falls off chair* Hello Clara
*hiccups*
*orders Gar 'manly beer'*
Ed! you al a alright?
*waves to Inky*
Hullo. Don't mind me, huddled here behind the bushes.
*to Sir*
I can understand that. I did my best to avoid them for a long time, but recently I've taken to Twitter.
*Drinks another bottle and falls unconscious on floor* *Snores*
*grimaces*
Silente, you really are impossible to understand. Sir's only just come back home, let's give him some space.
*giggles* nawww bless h his ll little cotton socks... *hiccups*
*crouches down next to him*
*pokes him*
(Sir - Fortunately, I no longer rely on Dragona Pine's account to function properly. He pissed me off one day so I decided to make my own. This account belongs to me, and me alone.)
*Talks in sleep* Ovens
Please, Ms. Tempest. Personal space is, in fact, something that I value.
I suppose that it suits some people more than others, Ms. Crowley.
I hope you and Dragona get along one day, though I bet it's nice to be independent of him.
*tilts head* o o vens? *hiccups*
Thanks *drinks* *thinks to myself, my are there so many milk drinkers here*
(a milk drinker is a tag given to someone by them being drunk after one drink or that they can't handle the drink)
(*pouts and Clara but nods* *leaves sir and Clara as they are*)
*flicks out the blood from beneath her nails and looks at her arm again*
*sighs* that could take a while to fix...
(I gathered that XD)
*frowns at Edward*
Ovens?
*shrugs*
Well, I certainly won't try to convince you to get into social media. It's more of a curse than a blessing.
Congratulations, I suppose, Commander Keating.
Thank you for your understanding, Ms. Crowley.
(Annika - It is somewhat nice to be independent. We do agree on... a few matters. But most of the time we disagree.)
*Continues to talk and grabs one of the several empty wine bottles* Microwaves
Felix: *pulls out ointment from bag*
*tosses it t her*
this will heal it faster
*nods in a wise-looking way*
(Thank you, Sir.)
*giggles at Ed* S sweetie...you d don't make sense... *hiccups*
*Nods sagely.*
*nods eruditely*
. . .
No.
This can't happen again.
Zombies
*catches the ointment in her good hand*
Thanks.
*unscrews the lid and spreads a decent amount onto her arm, rubbing it in*
*sighs and relaxes*
That's better..
Wakey Wakey, s sleepyhead!!!
(aaay someone who understands me (sort of))
Felix: *smirks* no problem
*Nods judicious-
No. You are entirely correct, Ms. Crowley.
*
Ah. There's that asterisk.
*Wakes* How much did I drink?
*agrees whilst deliberately not using any adjectives*
*hiccup* *pulls hands as far apart as she can* thiiiiiis much!
*giggles*
Inky and Edward, you two are just being too adorable right now.
Oh *drinks another bottle*
*turns to Anni* you r really t t think...so?
Don't smirk.
*throws the tub back at him*
I swear this stupid deal I was forced into will be the death of me. Losing the element of surprise isn't good. It hurts like hell.
*Very, very carefully and in absolutely no descriptive manner concurs*
Yes, I do.
*feels like I'm going to regret saying that*
Felix: Deal? tell me
R...really Anni?
*giggles at Ed* That's cute
*hugs him*
(i picked up the term milk drinker from my author playing skyrim lets call my author R, so r was playing skyrim when he called a milk drinker and well it stuck ever since)
*nods in the least interesting and grammatically interes-
NO!
*claps a hand over my own mouth*
*
*looks up*
Oh, that's where the asterisk goes.
(cool story ^^)
Inky, if I may ask, what is your profile picture there? Is that you?
(Clara.
Btw Clarente cannot be.
Sil is getting married.
I know this breaks you poor heart, but Sil says enough is enough. Maybe one day you will learn to love again, maybe not. Basically what she's saying is you're dumped. Good luck for the future.)
Eh. I said I wouldn't kill or harm unless in self defense. Which complicates my job.
*Drinks a few more bottles of wine* I...I don't think I r...remember not being d...drunk
(thank you it is 100% true - R)
(well, I sometime refer Inky as changing into 'semi wlf for' and I realized people may not know what that is, so I just thought id show you)
I've been D-D-D-DUMPED?
*trumpets sound*
*confetti flies high*
*human cannonballs soar majestically in the breeze*
Angelic Chorus: SILENTEEEEE DUMPED CLAAAAARA!
*raises arms to the sky in a gesture of heavenly gratitude*
*Nods, making absolutely certain that there is an utter lack of Brobdingnagian adjectiv-
Oh, blast it all.
*
*nods without any convoluted adjectives or descriptive circumlo-
THIS NEEDS TO STOP.
*
There's the asterisk.
Oh damn, I dropped it.
*
*keeps drinking*
*laughs and sways*
(Ah shit. A personality test said I was 98% prone to depression. That is probably not good.)
*Drinks another bottle*
(probably not, let me perk you up *slaps Sophia in the face* now no more of this bad talk ok)
*giggles* Ed *hiccups* is a adowable !
Personality test are rarely accurate. I've heard good things about the Meyers-Briggs test, but that doesn't really tell you about things like depression.
*Nods, entirely bereft of-
Well, 3 words in and I have already failed to keep the language simple.
*
It makes one wonder, if words are nestled between asterisks, do they truly matter?
*
*
Ah. That asterisk was a new one, and had absolutely nothing to do with the first one. Blast.
T...thanks Inky *Has another bottle*
(Sil: *watches the celebration* ...I don't think she took it very well.
Ashlea: she seems happy.
Sil: she does...lord knows what happening inside. I almost feel sorry for her...
Oh well.)
(Seems I'm 90% prone to anger.)
Tis o okay *keeps drinking*
*falls off stool*
*Tries to help Inky but falls off again*
*laughs at ed* f funny...
*nods in assentio-
Damn.
They say actions speak louder than words. If actions are merely words penned in by asterisks, then wouldn't that make asterisks the most powerful grammatical symbol in the human tongue?
*
There it is again.
*backs away slowly*
*Hiccups and they appear on roof of bar* S...sorry
(92% self-discipline. That's quite good, I think.)
n no prroblemoooo!
*looks up* pwetty
(gtg food, nom nom nom I'm hungry)
*Nods agreeabl-
Well, perhaps. But if a picture is, in fact, worth one thousand words, surely one should communicate through pictures, instead? I suppose that it depends on the word-action conversion ratio.
*
(okay gar!
Im having an indian takeaway for food)
(*hugs Sophia* Sil keeps killing people.She didn't keep the deal. She's baaaaad.)
*Falls off roof*
(Food is good)
Ed!
*jumps down*
*falls over* y you okayyy?
*Is on floor laughing*
(Aha. Right.)
Phaestra: *appears in a flash of light, then disappears just as quickly, taking Silente to her realm*
*laughs as well*
*rolls onto back laughing*
*nods in comprehens-
There have been cultures that have indeed communicated through pictures. The Egyptian culture. The Tumblr culture. Both have created wonders of the world: the Pyramids, and over 5000 GIFs of Benedict Cumberbatch. It should follow that both of these civilizations are therefore more advance than those that use only words, but it is almost universally acknowledged that they are not, despite the great wonders that they have produced.
*
There it is.
* ****
Awh, it brought babies.
But I don't have enough actions to accommodate them.
*jumps, looking around*
*groans*
WHY am i back here.
*Tries to stand but falls over again laughing*
*keeps laughing until she is crying*
sooooo fu funny!
H...hey *Falls again*
Phaestra: You know why.
*keeps laughing*
*stands up but sways*
*Stands, ready to catch Inky if she falls*
I followed your stupid rules! I didn't hurt ANYONE unless it was self defense!
Awh, ready to catch Inky as she falls. How adorable.
Inkward.
*Nods, nearly grok-
But in the case of Tumblr, is the motion of a GIF barring it from being a purer form of "picture"? The only way to truly distinguish, I suppose, would be to contact the ubiquitous "they" that propagate such phrases the world over.
...
Still waiting for that other asterisk...
...
Oh dear. The second asterisk appears to have left the first for another. Poor thing.
Wait, no, Inkward sounds like Inky being awkward.
Eddy.
That's cute, because it is also a name.
Eddy.
*tries to step forward*
*falls*
(that is cute...^^ eddy)
(Eddy)
*Catches Inky*
*smiles at Ed* M m my Hero! *hiccups*
*nods in sudden cogni-
That's a point that I did not previously consider. If a picture is worth a thousand words, than a GIF must either multiple that value or nullify it. I suppose that, as is the case with so many other debates, a true conclusion cannot be reached without consoling "They." This shouldn't be to difficult, as "They" always seem to be saying things.
*
There's the asterisk again.
*
Look, it's yours. I think.
H...hero?
*hugs him* m my resc rescuerrrrr!
*giggles*
I am b...brave
Phaestra: You will be remaining here until you promise again - this time, however, you will be unable to kill anyone for any reason. And harm only for self-defence unless you provoke them in any way - so if you cause them to attack you, you will not be able to harm them. No matter what the circumstances. And you will not be allowed to torture anyone again as previously said.
*touches his face* y you areeeee
*Nods in affirmat-
Indeed. Still, "They" seem to mostly spout fairly inaccurate maxims that handily apply to a given situation, rather than differentiating between superior and inferior forms of distributing information.
*
Ah, this pair hasn't split up, but it seems that their partnership is on the rocks. I suppose that I should direct the pair of them to a decent therapist.
*her lips settle into a hard line*
There's no way in hell I'd promise that.
I am the b...bravest time t...traveller that I know
Phaestra: That is your decision. *dissolves her shield into light* And you will remain here for eternity.
*giggle* Y y you are *grins*
I know I a..am
*nods with indubit-
I fear that things that "They" say can be submitted to the same statistics that statistics are. 67.4% of them are made up.
* *
They seem to be getting along very well. It's a shame, really.
I wonder who asterisks go to for therapy. An English teacher, I'd imagine.
*kisses him* I l l love you
*growls*
YOU CAN'T DO THIS!
Eddy!
Eddy!
*Kisses* And I l...love you
Phaestra: And why not? I gave you a fair deal and you chose to abuse it. I can, and I will, keep you here, unless you promise otherwise. And then I will make you keep to that promise no matter what.
So unless you decide to promise to the terms I have stated, you will remain here. Forever. Without ever seeing your friends or your loved ones again. And it will be your own doing.
*wraps arms around him*
*Nods, accepting-
A true shame. It makes one long for the days that "They" were making their debut with such useful phrases as "Don't do that, you'll probably die horribly if you do that."
*
Either that, or an acupunctuation therapist.
*Applauds politely for Eddy.*
*Wraps arms round her*
(Thank you, Sir and Anni ^^)
*runs hand through his har*
*intensifies the kiss*
*shakes slightly at the idea*
You can't do this. I have rights! I won't bow down to some goddess just because she threatens me!
*Picks her up and kisses*
*tail wraps around his leg*
Felix: huh, wonder where Sil went *starts looking for her*
*nods in potentially correct supposi-
While I've never found what "They" say to be particularly helpful in my day-to-day life, that phrase has always stuck to me as a bit of good advice.
* *
I . . . I . . .
*struggling to come up with a witty and clever retort or pun*
*fails*
*slow claps*
Acupunctuation therapist. Well played, dear Sir, well played.
*Continues to kiss*
*trails kisses along his jawline*
Phaestra: I can do this. You have rights because you believe you have rights - nothing more. However, as a vampire, human rights cannot apply to you in any way.
This is not so different to what happens on Earth. You are being imprisoned for the rest of your life for something of your own doing. Accept responsibility for your actions. This is all on you. I reached out to you and attempted to help you - to protect you - but all you did was take advantage of my mercy. This is your own doing. You are here because you caused yourself to be. And unless you agree, you will be here for the rest of eternity because of the things you have done wrong.
*smiles and kisses*
(I will be back soon.)
*Nods, in a quantum state of plausible ag-
Indeed. It has prevented many a horrible and gruesome death.
*
Thank you, Ms. Crowley. My author tried their very best to come up with that pun.
LET ME GO!
*gets her voice under control again, twisting her ring to calm herself*
Let me go.
*pub leavers wolf whistle*
*blushes but continues to kiss him*
*Continues to kiss as pub goer turns to dust and they appear in midnight hotel lobby*
*looks around* I have actually never stayed here
*nods with a cosmic aura of understa-
And in a world where bad advice is a popular trend, it's good to have some wise words appear now and again. I've dedicated myself to that for quite some time now.
**
I feel like they don't appreciate good puns in society the way they should.
*realizes what I just said*
. . . Yet another reason to distrust "They."
neither have I actually
*smiles* w we should f find Clar
Ok *Puts her down and rings bell on reception*
*pops up from behind the bushes*
Still here, Inky m'dear.
*hiccups* I is it alright if we....s stay here
*Nods, with-
Actually.
Pardon me for a moment, Ms. Crowley.
*Tears open a small gateway, and straightens up on his tip-toes to get his head up through it, the aforementioned head appearing in Phaestra's dimension, in front of Ms. Tempest.*
For what it is worth, Ms. Tempest, you have my full moral support.
*His head drops back out of that reality and back onto his shoulders.*
*A few moments later, a second gateway opens, and part of an arm comes through, giving Ms. Tempest a quick thumb's up before going back to where it belongs.*
Wise words are almost as uncommon as common sense, these days...
Come to think of it, there is most likely an overlap there.
*
Sad, but accurate, Ms. Crowley. A good pun is just as likely to solicit boos and airborne fruit as it is applause.
*nods in abs-
Not at all, I understand completely.
*waits patiently for Sir to return*
*after Sir returns* I would say that "common sense" is something of a misguiding phrase. "Uncommon sense" describes it rather better.
* *
I know the pain of it, Sir. I am an enthusiastic pun-maker and I * th- * * * Oh damn, the asterisks had babies * all over my comment. Ugh.
* * *
*Rings midnight hotel bell*
C c clara, c can w we stay?
*Nods, enti-
Thank you, Ms. Crowley. Perhaps a more accurate name would be "should-be common sense", given that it generally encompasses basic concepts that many people struggle with, regardless.
*
I believe that there are several adoption services that would be happy to take on a litter of asterisks.
*snaps fingers*
*the Midnight Hotel blossoms up around me and Sir, dragging Edward with it*
Pardon me a moment, Sir.
*opens the front door*
Hullo, Edward!
*smiles*
Yes, of course you can stay. If you'll make your way up to the Delta Room, a nearby towel will give you a key. be careful not to step on him, or on all the baby asterisks.
* * * * * * *
What am I supposed to do with a whole litter of asterisk?
*
Sir, you take this one back.
I'm putting the others in a playpen.
[*******}
Thank you Clara
*holds Ed's hand* l lets go
Of course, Ms. Crowley.
**
*
Oh dear. It appears that the new pair refuses to accept the other one back. I can only hope that they shan't start fighting.
*Heads up to Delta room* After you
*smiles* gentleman
*leads him*
You are very welcome, my dears.
*smiles warmly*
I have a soft spot for young couples, starting out. I hope you have . . . have a lovely time, there in the Delta Room.
*chuckles*
* * [*****]
No, no, get back in there!
*Looks round room* Nice
*gently nudges Inky and Edward up the stairs*
Now now, off you go. I've got a bit of a punctuation problem on my hands. My asterisks are escaping their playpen.
* * * * _ * * * ]
T thanks Clara *grins*
(I am back.)
Phaestra: No. I will not be letting you go. I am showing you mercy, mortal. If I wished to, I could allow the other gods to torture you for the rest of eternity. But I choose not to.
Your very existence is a stain on the fabric of the Earth. But I believe you are a stain that can be lifted.
There are two ways you can get away from here. You can agree to my deal, and I will put measures in place to make you keep to it no matter what.
Or *a glowing white ring appears on Silente's finger* You can go back with this. You cannot take it off - nor harm yourself, nor be damaged - in any way whilst you are wearing this. Whilst it is on your finger, you will not be able to kill. You will not be able to harm. You will not be able to even insult another living being. You will be able to cause no harm to no one, and nothing, ever again. You will not be able to walk across grass, nor say anything with the slightest chance of even upsetting or angering another.
(back, I've done it I've eaten 9 chicken balls, and I'm proud (I'm not a tubby person, so hey i must have hollow legs. )
***
Oh dear. They've begun to fight. Hold on...
I*I*I*I
Honestly, I thought you three were responsible adults. Fighting, as if you were all still barely children in the schoolyard?
I can't believe that you three took such a foolish aste-risk.
*smiles at Ed* I it is nice
*kisses him*
*smiles at Ed* I it is nice
*kisses him*
Thank you Clara
(Welcomes Gar ^^)
*Kisses Inky*
(Hello Gar)
*wraps arms around Ed*
*They won't stop climbing on me!*
*They're even attacking the words that are not actions!*
struggles futilely
*. . . But they left that action alone.*
*Typical.*
*Wraps arms round her and kisses*
*stares at the light ring, horrified*
Neither! Just let me go back! I don't care if the other gods get me!
(hello inks and eddy (<lol) I'm proud of myself for the achievement i posted above, my secret i didn't eat much today because i didn't want to so yay, :D )
*intensifies the kiss*
*starts taking off his top*
*Continues to kiss*
That** rem*inds me, *Garrett, I don't think * * I've eaten today. I should** get a snack.
(Well done Gar)
Oh dear. Ah, let me... Attempt to...
*Tries*to*remove*some*asterisks*from*Ms.*Crowley*
*This is not going well, even remotely.*
(*applaudes Gar* bravi!)
Phaestra: Unless you agree to my deal, you will be sent back with this ring. Some of us care whether the other gods get you.
(yes i think you better had,
thank you ed.)
Sir, Clara, I love you both. XD
I really do like Phaestra . . . Dammit, SilTC. -_-
*NOT HERE*
*finishes taking off his top*
*attempts to take off dress*
(Hello, Star.)
*What have we* done?!**
*We'*ve made**a horrible mis**ake!*
*Wai*t!*
*Maybe, just maybe** . . .*
*struggles towards the desk*
*begins to dig around in the top left drawer*
*Realizes, or at least hopes he realizes, what Ms. Crowley is doing.*
*I will attempt to distract them!*
Furiously waves his arms about
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Oh, confound it all.
*Takes off her dress* *kisses*
(thank you inks)
Oh, doubly confound it all.
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*leads him to the bed*
*keeps kissing him*
(Hello Free!)
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I don't want either if those things....
*Carrys on kissing*
(Annika?)
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