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[ghostlyanon]

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[envydriven]

*KICKS DOWN DOOR* I know I'm extremely late but happy birthday! Hope you had a good day.

HEEEY !

nah you aren’t late, its only been two hours into my birthday so you’re good. and thank yooooou ♥

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                                                         █ ▌▐  @chivalryisundead  █ ▌▐

What  — was the being before her, exactly? A skeleton knight garbed in bright albeit rusty colors. There was a distinct lack of FEATURES on this one, but she had not seen any minion of the Scourge dressed in such a way. Euanthe could still gaze into an eye left within its socket. Undead knights hadn’t a living thing upon them. They were all chilled bones, wracked with the dark blue glow of UNDEATH with heavy saronite armor. They did not have eyes, and every bone lay properly in its place as it had underneath flesh in life. This being lacked a jaw. Part of her grew concerned about the missing piece, but now had NOT been the time to be worrying about the finer details. It hadn’t even looked as though it could be a death knight’s companion. Too bubbly. Too broken. But nonetheless the shaman found herself mildly concerned by the skeleton. It was capable of wielding a weapon and she hadn’t the faintest idea of what it could do. What followed a silent approach was a soft voice, presumably an attempt to gain some sort of ATTENTION. Because that was clearly the best way to go about said situation.

          ❝ — Excuse me. ❞ 

     A meek tone. It held some merit of threat to it, but it was      the sort of threat that held an unsure amount of      determination. As if she didn’t know whether or not she      should feel threatened herself.

                                                            ❝Who... are you? What are you doing here?❞

[ghostlyanon]

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send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse.

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧ I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you.✧I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you.✧ I would kiss you  ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you. ( Platonically )✧ I love you (romantically).

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                          -- the gentleman scientist //

He’d known the camp was doomed when Wigfrid had fallen to the vicious jaws of a hound, and Webber had been the only one left to fight. Not that he doubted the child’s skill, especially with his spider army, but there were far too many hounds for one person to take care of, let alone someone so young. It really didn’t help that Maxwell kept haunting the dogs and turning them into fire-spewing Hellhounds.

Webber had just fallen and the scientist was busy spectrally cursing Maxwell for generally acting like an arse when the world reset.

Disoriented as usual, Wilson stepped from the archway of the Florid Postern, looking around him and quickly surveying the area. Flowers near the strange portal...birchnut trees nearby off to his left...all right, this may not be so bad. As hopeless as things seemed, he always tried to keep positive as best he could--if they could only get themselves settled, there might be a chance for them to figure out a means of escape.

But he couldn’t help but notice...no one else came out of the portal.

Wilson stared at the vine-covered arch, arms crossed and a frown tilting his lips. Usually somebody else had come out by now...? Where was everyone?

He was burning daylight, no time to be concerned, even if fear was crawling into his gut that he might be alone again--he’d been alone surviving in this land for too long, since they’d been able to come together he’d gotten used to having someone around to break the crushing silence...

Wilson shook his head, trotting forward to pick some tall grass while he spoke to himself. “Oh, pull yourself together. You’ve lasted on your own before, they’re probably just...late. Terribly rude of them, yes, indeed...very rude...”

A noise from behind him--the portal was activating!

“Maxwell, if that’s you, I swear...”

He turned--the silhouette was all off. The scientist sighed in relief. He hadn’t really wanted to deal with Maxwell right now anyway. But...this silhouette was nothing like any of the survivors he’d met, so...who...

The portal’s light faded.

It was a skeleton.

Wilson jumped back with a shout, a hand flying over his heart. A skeleton was standing there. Standing. Walking. He didn’t even think to speak, just staring at the newcomer with his mouth open.

Terribly rude of him.

[ghostlyanon]

Annie needs a talk with @chivalryisundead​

“Sir... A-are you busy? M-may I speak  to you for a moment?”

If she doesn’t do this, she will never be at ease again.

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Scourge stood among various weapons scattered around the room as she gripped a long sword in her filthy hands, breathing heavily. Upon hearing the other enter the room, she whipped around and gave him an absolutely murderous look. She snarled and returned to examining the weapon as he spoke to her.

“I’m taking this. Some little bastard broke my window and stole the candy I was saving and now I gotta hunt him down. Ohhhh, heads are going to roll.”

But of course, the 23-going-on-six year old would get this upset over a such a situation.

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