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@sinnersquartet
“Well! I would very much appreciate the assistance, kind sir!” she started. But, she was smiling- No, grinning, and as she tucked the satchel against her side, the feline took a step back. “.. If you can keep up with me, of course.”
ana! what are your prices?
“My prices? Ooh!!” The witch practically brightened, scrambling from her seat to her desk, digging through pages and clutter, a few gemstones dropping on the floor and pens rolling along the carpeting. Ana soon returned to the door after a moment’s rustling, with a big sign she’d painted a long time ago.
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Please, for my sanity, I need the answer to this. Does Ana have toe beans?
Ana had to stop and stare at the nonnie, before bursting into a giggling fit right on the spot. “Oh!! Hmmhmm, yes I do! I do!” she proclaimed, holding up one of her feet to show off the navy blue pads present. “I also have sharp claws, my grayscale companion, so I must warn you in advance!”
confront my muse.
anything they’ve done to your muse, or even not. something that pisses your muse off about mine, or even something my muse did to someone who is close to yours. CONFRONT THEM. make them super uncomfortable and put them right on the spot, whether they belong there or not.
The gambling hungry eyes The cocktail hours and neon lights… Something was shining on me - dollar signs. “Anything you want, anything you desire”
what can agnes do exactly? because of the bokor?
“They don’t call me the snake for nothin’, grayface,” Agnes sneered. “But– Fuck, right now I can’t say that..”
sinnersquartet:
For a moment, she sat there, dumbfounded. Agnes removed the hand from her cheek, but immediately recoiled and twisted like a dying serpent. Her hand slapped back over her face, albeit, she was now upside down and baring her teeth.
“.. The who and the what now?” the carnation asked, aggravated. “Look- I’m just here about my jaw, okay? That’s all. I’unno what else you’re doin’.”
His brows pinched, irritated, as her sharp tongue lashed back at him. “Your jaw is connected to the rest of you, isn’t it? Tch.” He scoffed and gave her jaw a pinch, even with the teeth still bared. She was hardly fear-inducing if you knew her.
“If I’m correct, your jaw hurts because the venom is having trouble producing more of itself.” The bokor pulled away to pour some of the contents of the vials he had on hand into the cauldron. With the right ingredients, it would heat itself. “The spell will not be broken lest I will it to, but parts of it may weaken in strength. For example: your venom. Especially if its been used often.” He paused, and gave her a quirky look.
“You haven’t been going around biting random pedestrians, have you? That’d hardly be a worthwhile use of your…” He waved his hand idly, clearing his throat, “abilities.”
The flower hissed when she was touched, tongue flicking and briefly lashing flecks of saliva. Agnes writhed backwards, eyes slit and snake-like, but she nonetheless persevered. She looked down to the cauldron, a sneer on her face.
Her arms folded, but her hand remained on her jaw. “Who do you think I am, a dumbass?” the carnation grunted. “I’ve killed a man on accident. I’m almost all bark, now. Of course, that could change in a hot second.”
ah shucks, i ain’t even notice i passed the 50 follower mark!! golly!!!!
@damballahs
“HEY! Hey! You home, bokor boy?” A lilting snake’s hiss traced over the air, as the carnation skulked about the area.
She had a hand firmly planted against her cheek, and a scowl marring her so-called sweet face. Agnes eventually settled down, her other hand against her metaphorical hip; If anyone knew anything about her teeth, by now, it was the voodoo man of Inkwell Isle.
“My jaw’s killin’ me! You got anything for that?” she demanded, impatiently shuffling where she “stood.”
“It’s lovely to see you too, Agnes,” The bokor called from inside, pulling open the blinds just as an extra measure to be certain is was her. He could hardly mistake that voice for any other. “If you’ll give me a moment, I’ll be right there.”
Pulling away from the counter, he gave himself a moment to ponder what he could use for a predicament such as hers. Agnes was always a special case… one of a few. What was it with him and flowers?
The cabinet drew open with ease, his hand absently fingering through the mismatch group of bottles, all filled with something or another and labelled haphazardly. He knew she would come back again, so he’d prepared just a bit in advance.
A pink vial was held in his hand, along with a few carnation stems. His arm cradled a mass of vials close to his person, and, with a high-pitched whistle, there were a few nonnies at his sides, carrying the things he could not. Among them, a medium-sized cauldron, a mass of even more vials, and a bag that jingled and clacked as they moved along.
The door creaked open as he approached, though not he nor nonnie had pushed it. A sigh escaped him as he set all his things down, though he knew this was hardly necessary… but perhaps it was.
“I’ve invested a lot into you, Carnation.” He nodded his thanks to a nonnie as it handed him a handful of bottles. “I believe it’s time you learn what goes into what makes you… you.”
For a moment, she sat there, dumbfounded. Agnes removed the hand from her cheek, but immediately recoiled and twisted like a dying serpent. Her hand slapped back over her face, albeit, she was now upside down and baring her teeth.
“.. The who and the what now?” the carnation asked, aggravated. “Look- I’m just here about my jaw, okay? That’s all. I’unno what else you’re doin’.”
i’m lazy, so here’s a mini promo!
Give my muse three fears you think they have, and they will order them from what scares them the least to what scares them the most.
six-sided-sinner:
Kingsley watched as the feline gracefully got down and took a seat. What a lovely young lady she was, with such distinct features. He’d always been rather fond of cats, with that air of elegance and mischievousness around them.
“ … Ya’ know, that actually does sound betta’ than what I said. “ He admitted with a chuckle, giving a bow himself.
“ It is a pleasure ‘ta meet’cha, Miss Ana. I’m Mistah’ King Dice–though you may call me ‘Kingsley’ if you’d like. I’m th’manager o’this lovely establishment~. “
The young lady couldn’t help but laugh, a melodious sound amid the ambiance of gamble and drink. Such a charming face! Ana felt no danger here with this fellow, in fact, she felt rather safe! Despite the casino’s reputation of danger and, perhaps, demons.
“A pleasure indeed,” she mirrored, a hand against her fuzzy chin. “Well then, mister Kingsley, I hope you do not mind my lurking about. I most certainly promise not to get in your way. I only seek- Ah, one moment.”
Pawing against her person, Ana procured a navy blue satchel, opening it up to expose all the lost and faded dice she’d scrounged up.
“These! After all, no one appears to be using them, right now.”
He was quite surprised to see just how many dice the woman had collected already. Just how long had she been gathering them for? … And just how many loose dice were strewn about the Casino??
“ Golly, so that’s what happens ‘ta all our dice when they go missin’ from our tables. “ Kingsley laughed. “ Yer’ welcome ‘ta take whateva’ dice ya’ want, really. We got plenty of ‘em. “
He held out his hand, and in a pink flash procured a pair of die in the same color. While the manager did know various magic-related tricks and spells he could do with these die, this set of die happened to be normal.
“ Perhaps I can help ya’ out in yer’ quest, doll? “
“... Is that so?”
It wasn’t the offer that intrigued her, it was the magic the man possessed. Her ears flicked, and there was a twinkle to her eyes. Be it his demeanor or, the magic alone, Ana was already bewitched. Had that been said out loud, she would have laughed on the spot.
“Well! I would very much appreciate the assistance, kind sir!” she started. But, she was smiling- No, grinning, and as she tucked the satchel against her side, the feline took a step back. “.. If you can keep up with me, of course.”
She was off and running, her own laughter following behind. Cats.
ana.. you cant have all those dice men
Ana laughed, a hand to her mouth and her tail swishing. “Oh? Watch me, I say! I need not lift a finger!”
Hey, diceman! Run into any other dicemen?
“Have I? Naw. Not that I can remember.” A nonchalant shrug of the shoulders, the nonnie humored him. “Should I? If it happens, well.. I’m not gonna complain too bad. But what’re the odds?”
You finna make Batty jealous if y’all did what you did last time you got drunk
“I’m pretty sure he’s learned his lesson,” the bartender joked, and she leaned down her central head to try and see his face. Instead, her chin was cupped with a clever hand, and she looked down in surprise.
The man was grinning. “Have you?”
Send “Mine!” to squish my muse’s cheeks and claim them!
Why does he travel so much? It isn’t like he’s sightseeing or anything haha
Oof. An ugly snort– He had to cover his mouth. This was supposed to be serious, god damn it! “Course, he can’t see nothin’- But, that ain’t never stopped him worth a lick. He’s just a wanderin’ kinda man.. ‘n here I am, wishin’ I could go his way.”
At that point, Kerby walked around the counter to take a seat next to her manager, putting the bottle on the bar and filling up a glass of her own. “You and I are gonna get so drunk.”
