Mar 18, 2017
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[TEXT-11:32 AM] WINTER HELP THE CHILDREN ARE CLIMBING ON EMD EMNWBJBEFG
[TEXT-11:36 AM] Winter they have used me as a tower, i am now walking around with children hanging onto my jacket and on me arms, they have claimed me. send help.
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[TEXT-11:32 AM] WINTER HELP THE CHILDREN ARE CLIMBING ON EMD EMNWBJBEFG
[TEXT-11:36 AM] Winter they have used me as a tower, i am now walking around with children hanging onto my jacket and on me arms, they have claimed me. send help.
Valentine's Day. Closed RP with Winters-Prism
"Happy Valentine's Day, my little snowflake." Wolf whispered in his wife's ear, kissing her cheek lovingly. He kept his arms around her, pulling her close. @winters-prism
Winter picked Darck up, dragging her to a bed and tucking her in. "Sleep." She commanded. "No coffee til you have slept at least eight hours."
Wait, sleep? SLEEP?! Noooo nonono. Darck’s eyes shot wide and she immediately threw the covers off and leaped out of bed, as if she suddenly had energy to spare.
“Nooo, no, I’m fine! I’m good! Just a small crash for a minute, no need for sleep! Besides I have work to do, people to protect, monsters to hunt! I’ll be going now!”
And... Was she running? Yes, she was running away.
From a nun.
From sleep.
"Why is there a person hanging from their pelvis from the ceiling fan? That can't feel good in the slightest"
“I... I don’t know, Winter. They just... Apparently they were reading instructions, and they were not clear and somehow got their genitalia stuck in that ceiling fan.”
“I’ve given up questioning how. They eventually fall down.”
"Darck, what's all this speak of time travel and manipulation? Surely you know such magics are the work of the devil"
“Sometimes yes, it is. Other times it is work of science, and SOMETIMES it’s MAGICAL GREY FACE ASSHOLES!!”
“.. .Sorry I had to deal with some anon magic recently...”
"Oy, Mister, fancy getting married to me?" The young albino woman hugged Dracula's arm, smiling up at him with sparkling eyes. "I need to find a husband before Papa decides to chose for me, I promise I'll be a good wife!"
Dracula looked down at the young woman and looked around curiously. Was this a joke. He chuckled and gently pushed her away. “Now miss, I am new to England, but I am sure that this is not the proper way of asking for marriage. But, I can entertain you.” Dracula offered his arm for a walk. “How about a cup of coffee. Or tea perhaps?”
-casually slides a plate of Elderberry cookies towards Darck-
“!”
Ah yes, the ever friendly nun. An old friend. Darck smiled, and gladly accepted the cookies.
“Thank you, Winter. Seems you remembered my little addiction.”
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“I’ve been around too many holy creatures and weird demonic entities, and everything in between, to bother with Vatican madness. I’ve been told by priests and other holy people I’m some sort of holy being, but I literally only want to do my job protecting people, and having a warm coffee. Is this too much to ask.”
“Just give me a coffee.”