David slowly approached, very wary, letting out a soft noise to get the others' attention.
“What the sweet shitting christ...”
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David slowly approached, very wary, letting out a soft noise to get the others' attention.
“What the sweet shitting christ...”
"Hey, sleepyhead"
The Faux awoke from quite a nice dream, which gave him a bit of a break after all the nasty ones. He yawned and sat up, stretching a bit. As he did so, the blanket shifted, revealing the other false. He shrieked and jumped, not expecting the other’s presence, and he feared that it was just another hallucination of his sibling, backing into the wall opposite of the bed. After a while he crept closer to the bed, shaking slightly. “B…broth…er..?”
The leporine woman sat, peering down into the plastic. She had often considering swimming in there, then again, she didn’t quite know how to swim to begin. She mindlessly tapped her fingers on the ground beneath her, though she stopped when she heard someone approach her.
She sat up straight, looking around quickly, then freezing up once more upon seeing the other. She slowly cocked her head to the side, silently questioning what he was doing here.
Lost.
This was something quite unusual to the purifier, as he had a good sense of direction and knew where everything was on the back of his hand. However, an anomaly in The Nothingness had warped him to parts unknown to him. He'd never seen such odd landscape before. Tensing up, he readied his bat and marched on ahead with great apprehension, and was ready to attack ANYTHING that was unfortunate enough to stand in his way.
((i'm sorry but please take a moment to imagine cinnamon and dedan fighting their last battle. suddenly everything goes into slow motion when cinnamon takes the final blow and mmmmm watcha saaaaay, that you only meant well))
block that xavier douche rn hon.
I don't even care... they weren't lying, anyways...
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Quinton had been cooking all day in Zone 1. It was just about his break time, as he served the last meal to someone. He'd taken off his hat and hung it up, untying his apron as well and setting it somewhere. He took a small sigh as he got out of the cramped, stuffy room.
"That's much better.." He said with a smile.
"Hhaa... hellooo?" David slowly approaching, holding an empty bottle in his hands.
>> 'Horrified' wasn't quite the right word to describe the look stapled on his face when he focused on the newcomer. It was more of a smooth mix of alarm and surprise, with a spoonful of utter fear and just a... pinch of concern. There were more than one reason why the idea of talking to them wasn't, so to say, alluring. He had to ignore all of them.
"Ahh, I.. I, hah, n...n... w-who are you? Hhh..h..hh..." <<