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Thank you!

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//Just wanted to say I love Nocturne's design :D

A-Aww!  Thank you very much!  She's based on an outfit I actually have that I'm really fond of...  

I thought it would look cute on her.

You're nice!

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Oh, where was he now? The god grumbled to himself, something about big ass trees and how it hurt less to face-first onto concrete than it did to  involuntarily headbutt a tree. Even in his more human form, he still gave of an almost menacing aura as he walked. He didn't know where he was or where he was going going, didn't even bother to lift his head, and would gladly keep grumbling to himself until somebody interrupted him, at which point he'd grumble some more.

Well, he would've kept grumbling if he didn't stop to look around. He could've sworn he heard something but maybe he was just mistaken. And though it may have been a better idea to stay quiet, of course, his first reaction was to call out and ask if anybody was there as loud as he could without screaming.

[the-museketeers]

"You had better start believing in nightmares, you're in one."

ℋ - He raised an eyebrow at the being in front of him, completely unimpressed. ‘Please elaborate: how is this a nightmare?’ He asked coldly.

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dreadincarnate found the lab!

"Hm? Oh, hello there! Did the smoke draw you over here? No worries I've got the situation under control here." Emily said with a light smile.

[milocain]

A New Face Has Entered the Shop - dread-incarnate

There was the small hum of music coming from the old radio off on an overcrowded shelf, the smell of oil and metal spread through the room. A lone boy lay on the tray underneath the bottom of a car. He drove the damn thing once, and it broke down on him. I suppose that’s why Jim lived in a junkyard, didn’t go to school, taught himself everything he knew. Well, he had gone to school, when he was young. But quit to do exactly this.

He could tilt his head to the side and see his doberman pinscher staring back at him. “What’re you looking at?” He said to the dog, who just laid its head on the concrete. Jim was used to this, no one really ever came in, no one really left. Though he didn’t mind company, people found his job and uneducated mind to be annoying. Or at least most people.

There was one, low bark, the Rottweiler just outside the building. He was a lazy dog, he only barked when someone showed up. It took all of his energy not to spring through the hood of the car to greet the newcomer. He slid out on the skateboard, wiping his hands of oil before walking out of the garage. “Hello?” He called out loudly.