#rcbcllatis

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[goodandbadhearts]

"Fisting isn't that good, so don't worry about it too much."

“I don’t fight anyways.. Sooo I’m not gonna do it.”

[ask-kayle]

rcbcllatis replied to your post: // throws everything out window I guess we are...

“I ship my foot in your face.”

“Nice. Then it is going both ways.”

[iconoclast-xayah]

I'll train him for like, 82 gold.

“Rakan can’t be tamed.  He’s a wild animal.”

[gambling-and-gunsmoke]

@rcbcllatis  answered:

[[a sleepy town where shrieks trail every step]]

“Damn, last time I was here, I was the only one screaming.” Morgana said, hearing a scream from the distance. “And it was a bit of a different scream than that.”

She looked around, trying to find anyone who was here. It was hard to see anything; the fog was clouding her vision. No place seemed to be open, or anybody here.

“Hello? I heard there was cheap liquor here with no tax?” She called out. “Is that true? Hello?”

Three streaks of golden light sliced though the fog, stopping just short of her face. Sheathed in crackling electricity, the gleaming cards then began to retrace their trajectory, and as their glow faded two more points of light wove through the fog, steadily approaching.

Then a voice, backed by a chorus of haunting wailing. “Please, darlin’, don’t you tell me this place was your doin’.” The gray air parting around the silhouette of a man in a swanky coat, a pair of glowing orbs under the brim of a hat, his figure flanked by a half-dozen floating cards. “I despise quarrelin’ with ladyfolk, nearly as much as I abhor cheating.” 

[judicandum]

Mom always liked you better.

“I don’t think that’s true,” she murmurs, a frown tugging the corners of her lips downward. “Or I should hope not…why would you say that to begin with?”

[ask-kayle]

rcbcllatis replied to your post: Would you fight against Morgana for a golden apple...

“She’s scared to lose anyways.”

“Mhm, yes that’s me.” Kayle said, thick sarcasm in her voice.

[cupcakeonthecase]

“Well.. what have we here...”

Normally the Sheriff wouldn’t proceed with such caution seeing a lady all alone in a bad part of town at night, but judging just by looks, this was no ordinary lady.

“Ma’am, are you lost?”

@rcbcllatis