#capricefarci

[yangire-rin]

✦~ "You know, I was going to give you a housewarming present, but since you want to kill me, I'm not so sure I wanna? ... Feh, just take it anyways." He tosses her a hand: it's ghost white. Definitely came from something living at one point, though.

"You shouldn't be upset by it, I've killed most of the people I know at least once. The others I've tried to kill but they killed me instead."

She catches the hand and examines it.

"Thank you though, that's very nice of you."

[yangire-rin]

Cannibals are your best friend if you plan to kill.

[doesnt-need-a-map-blog]

Into the Graveyard (for caprice-farci)

Not long after Ezreal had scampered away from the graveyard, he took a moment's respite to gather himself and evaluate his options. The warm orange glow that had permeated the forest was now replaced by a dim cool glow, waxing moon visible through the trees overhead. Stars, too, were visible. Not his stars. This starfield wouldn't be visible anywhere on Runeterra.

That settled it then; definitely not Runeterra. Where's here? More importantly, does it matter? He was confident he could get back to Runeterra without any drama. How often did he get the chance to explore a whole new world?

Well then, what's here waiting to be "discovered"? His imagination ran wild, interrupted by an eerie howl echoing through the forest.

What the… a yell? Probably from that graveyard, best to ignore it. Still… I can probably sneak in and learn something about that building in the center if there's chaos abound.

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*Thump thump thump thump thump thump*

The clomp of running was unmistakable… but it wasn't Ezreal. The footfalls reverberated throughout the forest, loudest straight ahead -- someone running from the graveyard. Maybe this isn't a good idea… Ezreal slid behind an enormous tree; he didn't want to be seen even this far out.

*Thump-thump-thump thump-thump-thump thump-thump Thump Thump THUMP-THUMP*

As the steps grew closer, the steps resolved themselves into three separate sets. Whoever these three are, they want away from something and they don't particularly care how much noise they make!

*THUMP THUMP Thump Thump thump-thump thump thump-thump-thump*

The three flew by, nary a sign they'd seen Ezreal. He only had a moment with which to get a glimpse of the trio; combined with the dim night skies, he questioned what he'd just seen.

The eldest of the three seemed only in his mid-teens and very much in pain with his hand. The others, a boy and a girl, seemed younger than ten. Were those horns on her head?

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Ezreal had made it back to the Graveyard, and things looked altogether calmer than he would have hoped. Either he'd guessed wrong or feral screams weren't entirely abnormal here. He hoped for the former.

Too late to back out now. His eyes scanned the horizon once more; not a soul in sight. Quietly, he stole across the night and into the Graveyard.

[contrastingdemons]

Das flips her hair out of her face for the umpteenth time in two minutes. "I'm not a dumba... I'm not dumb."

[dwindlingrekindling-blog]

((murderers gotta stick together man))

[therestlesspierrot]

caprice-farci said: (( Emmie more like LEMY. *walks away because Casenpai’s not funny* ))

(Actually, you're more on target with that than you may realize. The song's Five the Pierrot and my birthday is May 5th [my 5th birthday was 5/5/2005] and my name in a friend of mine's cellphone is 'Emmie the Fifth Pierrot'. I'm more like my muse than most people think at first ^^' )

[heartbeat-ticking]

~ ' Tick.. tick.. tick..

             I h-e-a-r the {c l o c k} do the same noise everyday,

                  But today it's different,

           What brings you here, Caprice-Farci ? ' ~

    "Fixed, working and there's no problem.. Though more cuts.. This is getting irritating." A sigh escaped GEAR's lips as he sat back down in his 'chair' (more like, a non-moving gear), legs crossing as a reflex before he took a look at what kind of cuts he had gotten from the metal parts that he failed to notice. Not that pain affected him much (getting cut repeatedly made him get an high tolerance to it), it could always bother him if he didn't check to make sure metal dust didn't get inside of them.

    Eyebrow raising at the sound of steps, he let his hands fall onto his lap, head turning to see who it was- Oh. It's Him. Grave's Male servant, if he remembered. Stifling a growl, rolling his eyes, the vessel arched his body forward, his gaze kept on the blond. "And what did I do of Special to be 'graced' by your presence?" A sarcastic tone. He didn't put someone like the servants in people that could 'grace' his presence.

[contrastingdemons]

Welcome to the... Graveyard Party?

sinfulepicurean caprice-farci

Aster ran outside the theater with a grin. Her brother could sit inside and do what he liked; she had no desire to stay cooped up like that and have skin so pale, despite how unrelated he insisted it was. It was pretty nice outside, and if she was going to run from her chores, she was going to literally run.

The sad thing about running is that sometimes you can't stop quite fast enough. Aster and the poor unfortunate soul fell to the ground in a heap.

"Oh, um, I'm so sorry! So sorry!"