Mar 30, 2017
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“Well thank you, Harbinger. I want to say the feelings are mutual but I haven’t had the chance to get to know you.” Earth said with a shrug. “I would love to get to know you better.”
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“Well thank you, Harbinger. I want to say the feelings are mutual but I haven’t had the chance to get to know you.” Earth said with a shrug. “I would love to get to know you better.”
What time is the meeting on Saturday?
“When breakfast is over, so keep an ear out for the ball”
Magic Practice
@harbingerwolf Earth was sitting in his room trying to translate some spells into English with little to no luck. He's been trying to translate the spell for the past week and has finally given up. He only knows one person who would be able to help him. The small ghoul gathered his things and went to go find Harbinger in the archives. "Hey Harbinger." Earth whispered as he sat down across from her.
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You endured your Rite of Welcoming quite well. Far beyond my expectations. If I am to be completely honest, your enthusiasm for pain has caused me to reevaluate the Clergy’s methods of weeding out the weak from our initiates. While physical pain has always been the most effective method, I had almost forgotten to make good use of emotional and mental distress.
Cigarettes, salt, and electrocal wires
“Ha ha”
Thank you for following me *blush*
It was my pleasure, min kära.
*just before the clock struck twelve she entered into the atrium hooded and cloaked and prepared for her initiation. She stood in silence ready and waiting*
Sister Imperator stood across the room from her, hood pulled up to cast a shadow across half her face. A group of figures, similar in attire, surrounded her, heads bowed, as she lit a candelabra. Built-up wax drippings, seemingly frozen in time, covered the pillar it rested on.
She looked up when she entered, before taking her time to blow out her match and make her way to the center of the room. In one hand she carried a tarnished brass candle holder, bearing a single black candle.
Sister pressed her mouth into a thin line as she approached, either out of anticipation or doubt. Her eyes darted between her and the candle once before she finally spoke.
“There is no turning back after this. You may return to your home, but you can never truly leave,” Sister said. She offered her a hand before continuing, “You are certain this is what you want?”
@harbingerwolf If you're quite serious, head to the Atrium at midnight tonight. I wish you good luck on the journey ahead.