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[theycallmekaibara]

Commission pt.1 for @iintricacies of Lieke!

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“ it is very useful these days to be popular on the internet. i love being popular on the internet. are you popular on the internet? ”

[hyalinadiem-archive]

starter || @iintricacies

Lena rounded the corner at full sprint, desperately running after a target who’d given her the slip. In a lucky break, she saw a person walking down the street a little ways ahead and decided to stop and ask if they’d seen who she was looking for. Coming to a halt in front of them, she bent over to take in a few deep breaths before she was able to speak to the stranger properly. 

“Excuse me, have you seen a slim, black haired woman run this way in the last few minutes? She uh, stole something from me and it’s important I find her.” Maybe not the whole truth, but it might get her what she wanted. 

[anarchyreign-a]

@iintricacies

          Rolling over on her bed in Slayne, she’d wipe her pink locks from her face. What--? Quinn was calling her? Weird, the guy always talked about how much he hated that, much less any sorta web-cam shit. Regardless she’d answer the phone, groggy from the deep sleep she was having.

             “Mm.. Yeah, wassup Quinn? You doin’ okay..?”

[thoughtsborn-blog]

@iintricacies / cont.

         “That’s not a problem, Max. I mean, no one has to smile all the time.” A small pause as he rubbed the back of his head. “–You ah.. Are you okay? You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to! Just wanna make sure.”

          That almost made her smile. Words of concern are met with a defensive wall made of vague responses cemented together with nonchalance. Max nods at his question, “I’m okay, it’s just been one of those weeks. That’s all.”

[lunarcries-blog1]

“Well we can't just sit here and sulk all night, that’s no fun at all.”

You would have thought by now that she had learnt not to trust any stranger she met at the bar, but she was ready to claim that he was different. At least Saith seemed so. The playful smile was enough to ease her into the conversation, propping herself up against the bar, idly sipping from her glass. It hadn’t been hard to ease some words from her, the duo of drink she had already knocked back had done a few wonders in loosening her up. When did she become such a lightweight?

“C'mon, I’m sure you could show me a real party.”

@iintricacies || starter call

[anarchyreign-a]

✅ x3 for Imperio 👀

Imperio enjoys cats more than dogs.

Despite what people think, Imperio absolutely hates paperwork but the law requires documentation and personal, hand written notices and decrees. Being the god of law is a double edged pen in this way.

His favorite flavor of drink is Passionfruit

[anarchyreign-a]

@iintricacies

           Though her form kept to that of a dire bear ( & her mind just a tadfuzzy with all of the new knowledge that poured into her from attempting to commune with the nature ‘round them ), the druid huffed as she peered to the half dragon. Laying down with one paw over the other, her voice still echoed out of bestial lungs. “Not much. My home, though I was one with nature and I have no problems creating my own nest in a new place once the order of civilization has quelled from the chaos we shall wrought upon it.” Pupils dilated at the barbarian as she dropped her head onto her paws. “I lived on my own, only rarely going into towns for commodities. Otherwise, the forests and rivers of Golarion have been my home. Eliphaz’s call has been the grandest blessing in that regard.”

           A pause came as she peered away and then back to meet the draconic gaze of one of her traveling companions. “Dare I ask about yourself? What have you given up in the name of reclaiming the world to its rightful order of things? I hope it was worth the cause, Rayan.”

               Her tail curled as she listened to the other speak. It would pay off to obtain whatever information she could about her new companions. A sentiment that her previous company had not shared with her. Often Rayan found herself thinking and trying to recollect ANYTHING about the other two. Perhaps her memory was poor but she never found herself able to come up with any sort of answer. Other than the fucking --               She caught herself almost glaring at the other in this moment her facial expression SEVERELY softening. She needed her thoughts to not impact her expression in such an extreme measure. I can’t help it. I feel deeply, so deeply...             Words left her throat in almost a croaky manner. “Suppose it’s only fair I tell you. I feel like it’s important to talk about what we’ve been through. So... Where to start.” A hand came to itch the pink locks of hair that half-populated her head. “To be blunt, everything.” Ah-- The stabbing at my heart. Keep it together.             “My home-- The only one I had I guess. I’m a nomad, a Jotun from the Realm of the Mammoth lords. Despite my scale pigmentation I’m from that cold tundra. My family, two other people that were thrown away by ‘civilization’ too. Not blood.” She’d let smoke escape through her nose at this point, the thoughts almost made her want to vomit. “Can’t understand why they’d want to save it. At least for me, I’ve been nothing but SHIT ON my whole life by it and it’s systems. Do not get me started on--” Do not ramble.           “All I haven’t lost is on me. So... My stuff and my clothes. Sorry, I talk too much.” Ears drooped for a moment before she began speaking again, this was a lot of baggage to unleash on a stranger, she knew.             “It’s all been worth it, releasing Eliphaz, letting him do what he needs to. I always thought prisons were wrong. Despite how I feel right now, I think I’d do it a thousand times more. It’ll be worth it once we win.”