"Gregor is making with the sleeping for a few weeks and poofing! There is city in sky like magical story for little children!"
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"Gregor is making with the sleeping for a few weeks and poofing! There is city in sky like magical story for little children!"
Not at all, she was a simple woman who found highly entertained to see other people squirm and plea in pain. Not that she would inflict any on others without permission…Just kidding, she totally would.
"Well, obviously when you support-zone someone, you are having them stay at your ‘C’ support, depriving them from any chance of attaining a possible ‘A’ or even if lucky ‘S’ support, and that… is exactly what you seem to be doing to me." How dare this bara brute do something like that.
Of course the woman is not going to let him get away anyway. “Perhaps you will find it that you enjoy the pain of having your scars being touched from time to time though.”
Wow, she really wasn't giving up here.
"Gregor is not understanding this 'support-zoning'. Gregor thinking that maybe Tharja is suffering from the madness? Perhaps she should cast hex on self to make her mind not jumbled up like trail mix? Gregor will even help!"
Yes, this was a much safer option than having her poke, prod, and possibily stab the sellsword. A dark mage with a goal was not someone you wanted to get an idea in their head.
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If you pick up K I'll pick up Iori coughcoughjkorami
Let's do this.
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((No such thing as too many KoF muses))
But how can I decide between these two wonderful fellas?!
☑☑☑☑☑☑☑☑☑ OH MY god AT GREGOR
Is okay to be surprising at the accent. Ladies be loving it from hearing first word, like honeyed food, yes?
Send me a ☑ if you like the way I portray my character
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"Oh ‘ello baby! Lookit you, all curvy an’ with that goth look goin’ for you. Course, I can’t say I blame you for tryin’ to catch my attention! it’s the hot bod, right? Believe me, I’ve got the rigor where it counts… if you’re up for it we can shamble for days."
"How about I take you for a ride on my craaaaaazy train~?!”
I have far too many KoF muses.
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"What the hell are you looking at? Get out of here before I kill you."
And that’s all he will ever say forever.
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"Hey, you bastards! I see what you’re doing! You think that just because you’re stuck in this city you can run around and… huff huff… get involved with clandestine activities! Iss that dress regulation? It makes me so… sweaty, huff huff… Upupupupu…"
"It makes me want to flex!"
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"Hey, watch where you wave that sword around organic! Can’t you see that sheen - this perfectly buffered finish? If you nick me, well, I don’t want to even imagine it!”
“Surprised? Haven’t seen a piece of art like me before? Can’t say I blame you. But there’s more to me you know - I’m not only an automobile; I’m an automobile enthusiast. You know what that means right? It means that if you scratch me..”
"I skewer you.”
Send me a ✧ and I'll introduce you to one of all the muses I ever had.
Older than hills and more useless than nets [Open/Intro]
She smiles at the male and his cluelessness to his surroundings. Still, she’s not one to judge as she’s been in the same shoes as the other, er… Well not exactly. In fact, she’s still just as lost as Gregor is in this new world they’ve suddenly found themselves in!
❝Why, your words are kind and taken to heart, Gregor.❞ With a light giggle, she brings a hand to cup her cheek, glad for the kind compliments from the mercenary. ❝I’m afraid that’s no ordinary statue. I believe that’s what they call a “vending machine”.❞ Cherche is equally unfamiliar with the terminology and machinery that come with this city, though she’s trying to understand, it’s a bit difficult to get right the first couple of tries.
❝Well, I believe my dear Minerva has been quite cute before—one would even call her the cutest little wyvern around! However, this change has made it much easier for me to carry her around.❞ She muses lightly with a bemused chuckle, pushing back a strand of hair or two behind her ear. ❝My apologies, I’ve not been here for much longer than you have, I believe. But, if it pleases you, perhaps we could venture together for a bit?❞
So, not only did she appear out of nowhere to save the poor sellsword but Cherche continues to amaze Gregor by showing off all the knowledge she had gained of this strange new place.
"'Machine' is new word to Gregor. Perhaps I am speaking the language wrong? But at least friend is very good teacher! Teaching dragon is much like teaching boy, yes?"
The man gave out a large laugh at this, amused partly by his own hopelessness, and the Sherpard's den mother's words. The laugh eventually turned into a friendly smile, and he nodded his head in understanding.
"Ah, so Cherche and Minerva is being as lost as Gregor! But is better to be facing the suffering with comrades than alone, yes?" the man ruffled the back of his hair sheeply before walking up to his friend and her dragon, "Then Gregor would be glad to be doing the venturing with friends! Perhaps get to show Gregor place other than 'vendor machine'." With that he patted the lady on the shoulder and begun walking onwards
"Be leading the way Cherche! Or perhaps be leading Gregor by arm is better, eh?"
"Indeed." That was that. Drinking with a fellow soldier was something Corvo knew of, in this world. It was almost comforting.
Listening vaguely to Gregor’s words—he’d known a duke and a dancer? The latter was quite probable, but the former? Had Gregor served nobility? A question he’d ask later. The tavern around them was, like most of Hive City, a very anachronistic place. The music was strange, the smell of cigarettes weak and unpleasing (he missed the rich, woody aroma of a good cigar, rolled in Cullero) yet the brass taps and worn wooden surface evoked a sense of home in the man’s heart.
Their drinks came quickly, and he snatched up his tankard, letting some of the foam slosh down the side. “A toast, then.” Corvo’s lips twitched upwards in something like a smile. “To new friends. May this be the first of many drinks together.”
Gregor grasped the handle of the tankard and raised it towards his new friend, giving Corvo's mug a large tap which caused the suds from the drink's head to flow onto the table. Quickly, he cupped the ale to his lips and downed a good fifth of the drink in several gasping gulps - his face gaining a ruddy complexion and he leaned back in contentment.
"Hah! Is nothing like good drink to go with good company, yes? Perhaps Gregor and Corvo go finding the ladies after this? Getting with the lucky! Corvo is man who is dumping in the down, so perhaps company is not bad for him? Gregor will be best company he has here until finding someone new!"
Such big strong bara trying to slide away from the grasp of the Plegian didn’t make him look good to be honest, wasn’t he super rude and could take any blade? The woman shook her head as she looked over at his poor badly worded excuses. “Are you…support-zoning me?” Did he really just … Incredible.
"Really, women like scars? The only scar I can see is on your face you’re probably lying, but hey if you’re lacking a few, I could help you with that."
The thoughts that ran through this woman's mind were... incredible to be honest. Seems there was a reason most kept away from her at camp. Still, he grit his teeth and tried to bear it for now.
"Support-zoning? Gregor does not know this word... is like... Gregor does not even have similar term. Tharja, tell Gregor all about support-zoning. But not focus on scars please, Plegian might not know but scars be hurting when they are touched. Is raw like baby, yes? So Gregor not be needing anymore."
Run away.
Across Hive all Supports were suddenly reset.
"Gregor's heart inflate like blown glass at all young couples making with the loving-doving, even though some maybe be making with the leaving. Is good!"