Dec 15, 2023
Aryon: If scribs knew what sin was, they wouldn't even care.
Alvivecia: I don't care either. Screw trigonometry.
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Aryon: If scribs knew what sin was, they wouldn't even care.
Alvivecia: I don't care either. Screw trigonometry.
Alvivecia: On Extreme Home Makeover, a kid would make a comment like, “Scribs are cool."
Alvivecia: And they'd be like, “Scribs are everything to this kid. They're his passion. Fetcher is an absolute s'wit for scribs. The room should look like he lives inside a scrib's colon."
Aryon: What?
Alvivecia: What?
Divayth Fyr: Why did you stay up so late?
Aryon, looking out the window, baggy eyed: There is no rest for the wicked . . .
Alvivecia: Scrib videos. He stayed up watching scrib videos.
Alvivecia: *hanging out in Two Vos, grinding ingredients for a potion*
The voice of Dagoth Ur: You may have wanted to forget about me.
Alvivecia: *turns around, creeped out*
The voice of Dagoth Ur: But I assure you I’m still here.
The voice of Dagoth Ur, dropping an octave: I will always be in your memories.
Alvivecia: No. You’re not Voryn. No . . . No, no, no . . .
Master Aryon: Are you okay, Alvivecia?
Alvivecia, jumping: . . . yeah . . . I’m fine.
Master Aryon, skeptical: You are very clearly Not fine.
Master Aryon: *hands the Nerevarine a scrib to hug*
Alvivecia: *sobs violently*
Master Aryon, standing over a large pool of blood: Fine. It's the lovely elderly couple from Vos.
Alvivecia: Aryooooon!
Master Aryon: They were . . . they were taking all the treats I ordered for the scribs.
Alvivecia: I can't believe what I'm hearing.
Master Aryon: I will not apologize for art.
Aryon, watching the scribs: This one burrows into the soil when scared.
Alvivecia, who needs to face Dagoth Ur but CBA: Same.
Turedus Talanian: I JUST PUT MY SHIRT ON AND THERE WAS A SCRIB IN IT!
Aryon: Or did you just put a shirt on that a scrib was already wearing?
Alvivecia: That's so rude.
Aryon: Twas the night before Saturalia, when all through the tower not a creature was stirring, not even a guar. The stockings were hung by the chimney—
*lights turn on*
Alvivecia: What are you doing?
Aryon, surroundied by scribs: Reading.
Alvivecia: In the dark.
Aryon: I call it mood lighting.