“I’ve come to accept that there is almost nothing humanity can do to surprise me.”
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“I’ve come to accept that there is almost nothing humanity can do to surprise me.”
“Right - this book is awful,” Joseph groaned. “I’m out of my depth here.”
Something Wicked This Way Comes || Open
Robin Goodfellow was in a mood most mischievious. He had a teasing grin on his face and whistled a tune whose lyrics would make the most crass of seamen blush in embarassed mortification. He danced down the hall, intent on finding some fun to have. He had a few pranks in the back of his mind, but liked to keep his options open. He paused when he felt eyes on him, and he turned to the staring figure. "Hallo fair serrah. What manner of mischief draws you to the Puck this day~?" He twittered.
“why are you staring at me like that?”
Sariel was not taking part in this nonsense. Mostly because he had no reason to - why should he care about money? Hell asked for no rent. After his stay here, he wouldn’t need any more of it again.
However, he was very interested in causing chaos. He held a charmed ring, examining it curiously.
“Tell me. What would you do to win this competition?” he asked, glancing towards the person in front of him.
Daiyu did not like this competition. She didn’t like that the Patron - whoever that was - thought to pit everyone against each other.
Thus, Daiyu was not participating. Any charms she stumbled upon she planned leaving where they were. Until this was over, she sat in the cafeteria, silently sipping her tea.
Yaozhu made a soft clicking sound with his tongue as he leaned against the wall of the recreation center. “Does everybody here do everything so loudly?”
Samael sat on the couch of the third ward, as if he hadn’t been gone for a week. He didn’t look up from his book as he said: “I wouldn’t sit there if I were you.”