Sep 26, 2014
Psst, Mory thinks Virali is a cutie butt and wants to snuggle her. Make it viral~
I’m pretty sure that’s not how you get promoted to Explorer. :\
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Psst, Mory thinks Virali is a cutie butt and wants to snuggle her. Make it viral~
I’m pretty sure that’s not how you get promoted to Explorer. :\
"Bring that here!" The tall asura said pointing at golem that had just crashed down into the ground. He was working on another with a tool set and grumbling to himself. "Sanf said you were good people. I am South. Glad to meet you. Mind bringing it over to me. I need to figure out where these guys are coming from."
"Oh, me? Right! I'm Moryera, by the way, but, um, Sanf probably already said that. It's nice to meet you," she chatters as she tries to pry the golem out from where it had gotten wedged into the ground. Deciding quickly that one twiggy spellcaster is NOT going to be able to lift a golem twice her size, Mory glances over her shoulder, and quickly summons a necromantic helper to carry it instead. Not that it would have mattered if anyone had seen her cast the spell: a giant fleshy minion is hard to hide, especially when it's tromping over and dumping a half-broken golem onto the ground.
"Here you go!"
☼ - appearance headcanon
Mory likes to wear human-style formalwear, but there are very few occasions to wear something that fancy in the Grove, so she ends up sewing herself extremely elaborate battle dresses. Her current set of armor is made of very thin silk and has lots of peekaboo sections: great for being able to cast blood magic quickly, but not so great at protecting against enemy attacks...
"Don't look at me like that." WHYS TO MORY
Maybe it’s just the hazy feeling she always gets when she’s around too much mesmer magic, but Mory has the sense that something is off about Whyseir. It could be that she just hadn't noticed before--lately, she's only run into him on the occasional mission--but something is definitely wrong. She could try to use her connection to the Dream to puzzle out what might have changed, if she could manage to focus in the middle of a battle. Which Whys does she even focus on? They all look the same: same eyes, same fighting style, same unsettling tendency to look even more attractive covered in all that bandit blood--
The clone Mory had been staring at vanishes abruptly.
"Don’t look at me like that."
The young necromancer disappears in a puff of shadow magic and embarrassment. Hopefully Whyseir will forget she was there...
“This stays between us.” Etaire grins conspiratorially, putting a finger to his lips.
"R-right. Of course, Magister." Not that he actually had to tell her that in the first place. If anyone finds out about this, they're going to be in trouble. So much trouble. It's super exciting.
"What are you afraid of?" --Cait
"Spiders, mainly? And anything that looks like a spider...asking people out...shadow fiends, definitely shadow fiends--Oh, you mean right now. Then probably that thing noticing us?" She points one twiggy lavender finger at the giant beast on the other side of the canyon.
"Kiss me you idiot." - TGD AHAHAH
Mory turns her usual luminous shade of blue--at this point, it's probably easier to count the times the girl ISN'T lighting up like a sparkfly. "U-um, isn't this all a little sudden? You couldn't possibly be interested in me, I'm not that interesting, and besides, I've, uh, neveractuallykissedanyone..."
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Mory is the cuTEST
w-what no /)u(\