#mini arc

[oocdc-tweets]

Speedsters

may have worded stuff weirdly here but i could care less tbh

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[askstrongstar]

Alright, that's the end of that!

[critter-heaven]

Are you there yet? Are you there yet? Are you there yet? Are you there yet? Are you there yet? Are you there yet? Are you there yet? Are you there yet? Are you there yet? Are you there yet? Are you there yet? Are you there yet? Are you there yet? Are you there yet? Are you there yet? Are you there yet?

Bubba hops out of the bus, telling the younger kids to stay inside for a bit.

Bubba: Yes, yes we are!

The other critters come up behind Bubba and walk up to the humans.

Dogday: Angi! Az!

Picky: Preston! Ritch!

[letsgetitblog]

Hello??? Karen??? HELLO???

[omoris-bar]

@goddess-perfectheart-cooks @supbreak20-ofa @eway-ofa

LETS DO THIS! TIME FOR A FIGHT!

[the-voice-of-chaos-ofa]

hey can you brand Super Sonic?

What message and which body part?

@supbreak20-ofa

[conscience-explorers-mari]

Aight, you don asked for this!

Mari's Mentions, episode one!

First, we be reviewing the living quarters here. Over to my right is a fat load of white, reflective tiles, on my left be more squares, looking down there's, you guessed it, more tiles, and directly across from me is my favorite square in the whole room!

She points to a tile with a sooty skid mark all over it, rendering it's intended color shrouded.

It's where a grenade (I think that's what it was) landed after being launched at me during one of my... episodes~ I swatted that bitch right back at them, even took off a guy's leg!

See, I'm not stuck in here with them. THEY'RE stuck in here with ME! Especially my malewife, Hajime Pryce.

He isn't married to me, but if he was, he'd probably kill himself. I'm not joking, and that's why it's hilarious.

Now onto the rest of this shitty cube. Every 2 weeks or so, a bland ass cube rises in the middle of the room, and Hajime brings me a giant ass buffet; something off the cafeteria menu I guess.

They THINK that makes me weaker, but I'm just too lazy to brain blast a way out of here and deal with them on my ass for the rest of my life. I mean, me and Basil used to TEAR this place UP until around a year ago!

I'll go into more detail about actual conversations later.

@orgath better rate this 5 stars they asked for it

[tialasnow]

Defeat pt:2

The hand of the Arcanist Corim Wrymsong slammed against the wooden desk of his chambers. “Dammit! Why did I have to do that!” His voice desperate, shaken. He didn’t want to hurt Tiala, she didn’t deserve it. But when the void took over, when she lashed out, there really only was one effective way to stop it. To get her back to herself. His eyes could keep away from his hands, it was his sister that forced his hand, who set Tiala off. And now Evearra wanted to speak privately with Tia. It couldn’t end well. No matter, a simple spell and he could see anything that happened in that room anyway.

This is pt. 3 of a mini-arc the other two parts can be found:

Part 1 Nightmares

Part 2 Powerless

Part 3 Defeat pt:1

The spell was a simple one. Just a simple scry to the other end of his spire. His eyes closed as he felt himself travel up and out. His vision focused over the city above his tower. With a flick of his wrist and a flash of purple energy his view shot back down traveling through the doorway of his spire. Winding quickly through the halls his spell gave him full vision of his house. He barreled towards Tiala’s door. Suddenly the spell vanished his vision focusing on the room he was in. “Wh-What!? How!?” There was a desperation in his voice. Could Eve had done this? How would she know how to ward off divination like that? She was just a simple sell-sword.

Cold sweat dropped from his brow. How could this be happening. How could this be happening!? His fist fell again on the desk with a resonating thud a spark of uncontrolled arcane dancing out into the corners of the room. “No matter. I’ll let them have their secret little meeting. In the end Tiala will always be subservient to me.” His lips curled into a devilish smile.

The warm water certainly did its job to soothe him. He’d been far to stressed lately and needed this. “Whatever my sister is planning I’ll stop her.” He idly spoke to himself. His hand waved back and forth as he let a spark of purple arcane energy dance around his fingers. “Tiala’s corruption is repressed by the wards and I’ve already made it clear to Eve that I’m the stronger sibling.” He had no reason not to be confident. Tiala couldn’t do much in a fight besides dodge and Eve was just decent at best at swinging those swords she kept on her hips. “I’ll subdue you both... I’ll kill Evearra and get her off my back. As for Tiala... I do miss sharing a bed with my wife.” He was calm, collected, as he spoke to the cantrip around his fingers. There was a fight coming, one he was going to win.

The idea pained him, to have to hurt Tiala. But if Eve was giving her any thoughts of rebellion, of trying to leave him again, well, he’d have to make sure she never thought those again. And he had the perfect spell to make her see the error of her thinking. She should be here with him, even now. He yearned to have her in this bath with him. “Soon my dear, we will be happy again.” He reassured himself clenching his fist causing the cantrip to crackle and pop as it dissipated into nothingness. “I’m sorry my love. This will hurt you than it hurts me.” He grinned pulling himself out from the water.

He walked slowly through his spire. Something had changed within him. He wasn’t worried, he knew everything was going to be fine. Entering his chambers he donned his robes, simple, yet elegant. It was his battle attire. Calling a servant in he waited for the young Quel’dorei woman to enter his room with a bow. “Dyali be a doll and stand there.” He said calmly. With a wave of his hands the woman’s eyes widened suddenly before glossing over with a purple film. She was surrounded, men with swords all closing in on her. A scream was all she could manage to get out as the spell overtook her mind. Her knees buckled dropping her to the floor where she writhed in very real pain. “Perfect, perfect. This will do nicely.” The Arcanist grinned letting his focus on the still halt leaving the servant to lay on the floor, shaking and crying. Slowly he walked up pulling Dyali to her feet. “Get out of my sight, you can cry elsewhere.”

Running out in a panic, she left him alone in his chambers a smug grin plastered on his face. This was going to work very nicely. Suddenly his face dropped. He felt his spell vanish. One of the wards had gone... two of them... three. “Evearra!” His voice echoed out loudly. Four of them. “No!” Five “No!” He rushed out of the room grabbing his staff. As he entered the main chamber his eyes locked on the lady of the house. His wife Tiala Snowdancer stood across from him. Without a word a hand of hers raised, the shadows from the corners of the room forming in her hand. “N-no! This can’t be happening!” He shouted to the woman as a blade of shadow manifested in her hand.