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dulcite:

❛ sorry, lady … ❜ side of lip curved, sneer forms, holds delectable treat up high, for all to see ! marvels at it, gives nod of affirmation & stuffs it into one of many pockets on him ; perfect hiding spot, act done in front of victim. not the brightest idea.

❛ don’t do business like that. ❜ shoots her a wink, tied in with chuckle —— what a mockery.

❛ what a RUDE man... ❜ priscilla scoffs, turning her now-pouting face away in frustration. she paid good money for that snack, she deserves it! without too much thought, the grip on her staff tightens... she protec, she attac, but most importantly... she want that fucking snac.

#dulcite #‵ ❤･ﾟ:* ⧸ IC.#‵ ❤･ﾟ:* ⧸ MAIN VERSE.#she go AAAAA

faejestic:

it’s not often that the fae takes interest in any other person that wasn’t already herself, making the fact that she approaches the smaller individual so readily ( and without a lick of caution embedded in the marrow of her bones ) only to put slender digits through a tuft of the stranger’s lusciously bright, yet short, red hair. ❛ you cannot tell me that this is your natural hair color !! ❜ she exclaims, continuing her EXAMINATION of the poor girl like she were some mannequin; after all, who cares? it’s not like this person had feelings——probably.

❛ huh—— oh, what ever do you mean? this color is fairly common in my country... ❜ her tone is just as soft as her features. gloved hands protectively grip her staff in a light panic. it isn’t NORMAL for a woman to be so... eccentric. && what is on her face? that much makeup... oh no, is this a wealthy prostitute!? what if people thing SHE is one too by association!?

#faejestic #‵ ❤･ﾟ:* ⧸ IC.#‵ ❤･ﾟ:* ⧸ MAIN VERSE.#this is the pinnacle of my writing career

back in action, boys!!

#‵ ❤･ﾟ:* ⧸ OOC.

grimahearted:

“I need you to heal me please.” To be fair, her request had been phrased as an order, and it wasn’t the most polite. But she couldn’t help feel a little strange about being treated like a child, and in the midst of a battle, at that. Oh well.

❛ thank you! ❜ the bulb of her staff glows a soft blue, the other unit regaining most of her health back; along with priscilla herself also getting some self healing. how childish to enforce something like the MAGIC WORD on a battlefield.

#grimahearted #‵ ❤･ﾟ:* ⧸ IC.#‵ ❤･ﾟ:* ⧸ MAIN VERSE.

@gallantborne

❛ erm.. lord hector...? ❜ priscilla noticed him struggling with a jar of tomato sauce. she reached out & gently took it from his Big Man Hands, popping it open.

❛ here you go! ❜

#gallantborne #‵ ❤･ﾟ:* ⧸ IC.#‵ ❤･ﾟ:* ⧸ MAIN VERSE.#priscilla is a beast

@grimahearted

priscilla! i need you to heal me!

❛ what’s the magic word? ❜

#grimahearted #‵ ❤･ﾟ:* ⧸ IC.#‵ ❤･ﾟ:* ⧸ MAIN VERSE.

fonspar:

“ I always thought it was one of the maids. I can ask her to clean this up! “

Silly Feh. She’s always flapping around giving the summoner presents but taking care of her could be quite the chore sometimes.

❛ ahh, i see..! thank you, lady sharena. quite a few heroes have complained to me about it as if i were one of the maids as well! haa haa. haa haa. ❜ priscilla has been thoroughly offended by about five heroes & sharena is her only solace in this cruel world.

#fonspar #‵ ❤･ﾟ:* ⧸ IC.#‵ ❤･ﾟ:* ⧸ MAIN VERSE.

@dulcite

a gasp —— what a rude man! treat snatched right from her dainty little hands. redhead turns to the THIEF, pouting like a child.

❛ i would have shared if you had asked! ❜ stop being so nice, sweetie.

#dulcite #‵ ❤･ﾟ:* ⧸ IC.#‵ ❤･ﾟ:* ⧸ MAIN VERSE.

@mraganam

❛ sir? i hope you do not mind me asking... but, do you need an umbrella? it is... quite moist out here. ❜ quite moist. it’s raining, priscilla.

#mraganam #‵ ❤･ﾟ:* ⧸ IC.#‵ ❤･ﾟ:* ⧸ MAIN VERSE.

@fonspar

❛ ah, l-lady sharena, i must inquire... who is in charge of cleaning up after feh’s... accidents? ❜ the main hall is covered in owl pellets. no one is happy with this.

#fonspar #‵ ❤･ﾟ:* ⧸ IC.#‵ ❤･ﾟ:* ⧸ MAIN VERSE.

@oakideul

❛ e-excuse me, sir... i seem to have gotten lost. where am i, exactly? ❜ the redhead speaks as if she were a lost child. poor priscilla would so often wander off from her comrades to explore this new & exciting world... however, it seems this time, she’d gone much too far.