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[lifeasasilentfilm]

Oh its you. The, ah... loan guy, right? Hm. Interesting seeing you around here. - @judas-scylla

mmm yeah. i guess you could call me that. i think damo just calls me the money guy. funny seeing you here though. been a while hasnt it. your bike still broken or no?

[ceoofsentries]

HELP M Y SON STABBEBED M.E IM BELELEDIJG OUT AAAAAA

JOHN???

HOW???

[sanctusserpents]

A tree like woman sat still in the corner of the room. One of the adventures was going to start. It looked like it was going to be a scavenger hunt one. Maybe if she stood very, very still she could blend into the trees and the Ringmaster would ignore her. Then she felt...something sliding up her trunk.

"Excuse me?!" The treewoman yelled shaking her branch arms wildly. "Do I climb you without permission?"

@thesecondwoman

In his defense he really did think it was just a normal tree that he could hide in— away from Cain and whatever crazy adventure he had come up with now.

He startled and let out a yelp when the branch he was on started to shake and he coiled tighter around her . —

“Waahh! It’s Alive!!?” He ended up falling backwards out of her arms —

“Oww what the $&@!?..” damn filters.

[inkysdrones]

*Pain. That's all she felt as blows hit her from all sides, making the 8 feet tall Predator Drone curl up in a fetal position. Jeers echoed in their auditory sensors as it's oil tainted the sparkly white ground with inky black. Go figure, it lets it's guard down and got ambused by a gang of 5 tough Worker Drones. Her optics were shut, digital tears going down her visor. If only she could scream for help. Would anyone arrive to this sad scene? *

( @thehunt-ison )

Scelene was just out walking when she heard the commotion, before her curiosity got the better of her. She decided to check it out only to watch the scene in front of her play out. Oh hell no. No way was she going to stand for this. "Oie! You better fuck off before I make you fuck off." Scelene bared her fangs at the other Worker Drones. "Pick on someone your own size assholes." The snarl turned to a smirk. "I'd be more than willing to take you all on." The smirk turned into a manic smile as the pink demonic drone tilted her head, walking over.

Whether the other drones would flee, or fight, didn't matter to Scelene. Even if they did decide to fight, she had taken on a larger group before with ease. Maybe it was the way she easily made herself as unnerving as possible, or the fact that this smaller drone was willing to take on this many others but whatever the case, the other workers clearly didn't want to deal with this nutcase, and quickly scattered.

Once the others left Scelene scoffed and walked over to the cowering predator drone. "Hey." She tilted her head looking them over. "They're gone.. Why didn't you just.. Stick up for yourself?" She asked, her arms crossed over her chest, clearly unimpressed.

@thehunt-ison

[dr4c0n1s]

Send, "You're alive?!" for the sender to turn up on the receivers's doorstep after being missing for several months!

@silas-dogboy

The fluffy dragon nodded, she had been indeed gone for a long time — months or years? Not even she knows the reason she had to leave. And during that time she missed the little wolf boy. Not related by blood but he's still her child for her and she cares for him.

"I'm back, little Silas.. how have you been doing, my child?" She spoke gently

[asksavel]

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"Mmm. Alright. Head straight over the horizon, 3 days walk. Take a left east, out to the sea. Swim deep, then once you hit an area that looks like a ring of bright blue coral, you'll need to swim north until you hit land once more. Then, you'll be in Johto."

"That, or follow the green glow road for now I guess. Should stick around a while, but the directions would be best to remember."

[morganaux]

@rose-from-ashes (Continued from here!)

Heart skipping a beat as he heard footsteps approaching from the hallway, Morganaux closed his eyes, drawing in a slow breath as he tried to calm himself. There had been plenty of times when he had dealt with potential suitors on his rare visits home, but never had he been faced with such a serious arrangement before. He had tried to think nothing of it in the days that led up to this meeting. He had spent little time dwelling upon this mystery man and what his intentions might have been, planning to playfully dismiss him like all the others who had once tried to win his heart, but in that moment, he wasn't sure what he felt.

Before his visitor set foot into the sunroom, he did what he always did whenever his anger, his sorrow, his fears began to slip out from beneath the surface— and with a gentle fwoosh of aether, he wove a glamoured smile on his face. By the time ser Forgettable de Durendaire stepped into the doorway, Morganaux was the very picture of serenity, leisurely popping a macaron into his mouth as he looked the man over from head to toe.

"That would be me," he answered, gaze locking onto the bouquet the other held. Curiosity, light, and friendly intentions was the meaning the man had intended to convey, from the looks of it. Either that, or he had simply gotten lucky with the flowers he chose and just so happened to put together a somewhat thoughtful-sounding meaning with it. But then again, most of the men who brought him flowers without care for their meaning would have chosen the simple route of bringing red roses. The message that the bouquet conveyed was far too fitting to be a matter of coincidence, and the choice of flowers far too unique, and so, Morganaux supposed he would give this man a chance instead of outright dismissing him.

Eyelashes fluttering, he lifted up a hand to beckon the other over, though he made no move to make room for Emelian to sit beside him. There were many subtle ways he could judge a man's character before they revealed their true colors, and this would be one of a few tricks he had learned to test the waters. Would he be a gentleman and ask to sit with him, or would he push his skirt out of the way and make room? Or, Halone forbid, would he be oafish enough to sit down on his skirt, crushing his favorite petticoat in the process?

"'Tis a pleasure to finally meet you, Emelian," Morganaux greeted, reaching up to adjust the hairpin— a cluster of peach blossoms— that adorned his head. "It seems I might be in the presence of another fluent in the language of flowers. Tell me, what sort of flower am I wearing, and what meaning have you gathered from it?"

[fell-down-the-well]

..Replying from Here..

. 「 @arrachnes 」

She always had, had the knack to see things for what they actually were. Mostly. She was still young as yet, so, her knack was far from perfected. But she could see it where it counted. And she saw it clearly with the spider hanyou. Her gingerbread-colored eyes pierced through him seeing it all splayed out like a buffet, and it was made even more clear to her with his defensive response to her observation.

The girl pursed her lips a bit as he fought with his answer, and turned down slightly when he gave it.

❝Not at this moment -no, but had you stopped lying earlier--yes. I do believe it would have changed quite a bit. Perhaps you wouldn't be so alone as you are now, grasping for a sense of completeness, of happiness that'll never come now. Instead, presently you are simply the Shikon no Tama's puppet...And I don't think that is what you wanted.❞

Unrelenting, she cut right through his BS, to the meat of it. His attempt to change the subject derailing as she brought his response right back in on the fact that he'd been lying, and what that lie had apparently cost him. And this was without even bothering to mention what had initially made him into what he was.