#adnominatingacersecomic

[orphiste-blog]

I have XKit 7 now, so I can instant message people on Tumblr.  Let me know if you have it, too, so I can talk to you all here.

[captoriium]

adnominatingacersecomic replied to your post: 

oh my god they were going to get it on while you were sleeping

thii2 ii2 my liife. plea2e don't envy iit. iit'2 not worth iit.

[orphiste-blog]

adnominatingacersecomic a réagi à votre billet : adnominatingacersecomic a réagi à votre billet : ...

my throat hurts!

Okay, okay.  I guess our conversation tonight will remain public, then. Alas, to think of it.  Our most private thoughts rendered for all to see on Tumblr!

[orphiste-blog]

adnominatingacersecomic a réagi à votre billet : Good evening, everyone.

hi

Are you seriously sending me messages online from about one foot away from me?

[orphiste-blog]

Aradia's going to come back with me.  Thank you for the hospitality, Equius and Kanaya, especially given the extenuating circumstances.

[orphead-blog]

You overhear the conversation between the two Aradias and sneak over to Comic's room.

[automatonarisen-blog]

☱ sends you one because I'M AN ASSHOLE

Written the morning after Kanaya's party: 

she is of coursejust like i expected her to be

cheerful nearly all the timelights up a room gorgeous tootaller than me and with Actual Curves™

if she wanted a mate shed probably have no trouble getting one  

how can i ever match her? 

[eviternalencatenation-blog]

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At first, there's nothing.

Then, there's a crackle of temporal energy and a spatial rift torn into the dark, smoggy twenty-eighth century atmosphere.

Then, there is the Handmaid.

The keen, nagging awareness that one of the Knight's friends had left the protection of the maddening had finally struck her, and the dreaded lurch in her stomach that assured her that her task was clear.

At first, she back-traced the movements of the Maid through Time and Space, isolated the point where she came from through a few minutes of detective-work, and—most critically—discovered the location of the compound.  She had been on the verge of marching on the mansion itself, catching everyone by surprise and emptying it before any of them had any idea that she was coming, but then she remembered.

The Knight falls last of all.

So instead, the Handmaid followed Aradia to the place she'd fled.

Here she stands, surprisingly unassuming in her bright green dress, having descended to the street, where nightlife roars.  A subtle flare of temporal energy is all she needs to begin her manual search.