#sheolrephaim

[hypenotist]

   "...You're not supposed to be here. This is unauthorized. I recommend leaving before...the worst could happen."

[sensei-nise]

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ooc: Stuff that is currently in my drafts. If I have missed anyone out, please let me know via ask. I'll be working on them quite slowly since I'm a little scatter-brained at the moment and have things to melt over.

[sanguinesaint]

sheolrephaim replied to your post: Trick or t(h)reat?

Can I.. eat them!

outofcharacter: "...if you promise to behave/put your plan on destroying mother on hold." :|

frostedneko replied to your post: Trick or t(h)reat?

(Neko is sad now. She’d be willing to share her treats, but not if she was gonna be shot at)

outofcharacter: [ Will...accept Frost's company with a complimentary bowl of milk...? ]

[kirkwallace]

what an a-possum night. (note: read in a bad accent)

omfg

[davincescode]

[...]

"Ok. I'll admit now. I'm a sweater and coat child, and I have the pleasure of living in Thailand where Winter never came. Well...rarely."

"On unrelated note, yesterday's connection was so horrible my mobile was on Roaming mode 90 percents of the time; hence, I hadn't managed all the repiles as I should. I feel bad for keeping posepone it, but it does look promising I could get those done today." =D

[davincescode]

[...]

"You know what? I'm up. Last niggt, I managed to go through only half my reply to Exp in the discussion regarding our dear professor and the fanfiction before I collapsed in my need for rest. We are heading to the temple today, so now I am out extremely early and about again. Going to attempt some sleep later on the bus, and we shall see if I'll manage to finish that reply tonight" :P "The amount of things we talk about. Also, Irene; Tera and Souba had better expected some gunman time during the day. I'm sorry I was unable to be on again last night."

[sanguinesaint]

There are sudden, black claws latching into the carmine cape, along with a firm tug to garner his attention full from the vicinity of his posterior.

There was a sense, of something approaching, commanding instinct to execute and motion to be finished in a complete turn of form. Into the silverette's beryl hue, carmine iridescence was answered, Cerburus's snarl half-way lifted toward almost angelic face. "Souba.", crimson form acknowledged in the same quiet baritone. Blade. His mind spoke. An aged old mother's tongue never quite truly was caught.