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pc ♠ wiš'adel
this is the only time i will spell her name the whole way
[ oh you can bet this dude is in the kitchen. he's in his canon outfit, chopping up vegetables to put them in a pot with something that smells diabolically spicy. his tail wags gently behind him.
his ears swivel a bit when he hears footsteps, and he glances over his shoulder. a pause. ]
Hello again. Hungry?
his ears swivel a bit when he hears footsteps, and he glances over his shoulder. a pause. ]
Hello again. Hungry?
[memshare etc etc it's happening wow mirrors wow
what plays out is this. (scroll down to 'can you put a price on the life of a merc', skip over the little bit with just hoederer, and then hit the next page or just click here for the second part.)
she huffs out a little sound, almost amused, as she watches this play out.]
what plays out is this. (scroll down to 'can you put a price on the life of a merc', skip over the little bit with just hoederer, and then hit the next page or just click here for the second part.)
she huffs out a little sound, almost amused, as she watches this play out.]
[we're in the candyland armory, where she is just. staring.]
Better than nothing, I guess... you still good after the trip, doc?
[glancing back to him there-- in her shared emotions there's a spike of worry, and there might be an undercurrent there of something closer to anxiety.]
Better than nothing, I guess... you still good after the trip, doc?
[glancing back to him there-- in her shared emotions there's a spike of worry, and there might be an undercurrent there of something closer to anxiety.]
[ WOAAAAH we're alive
the vibes are tired. he's kind of just tired of having to do this over and over again. he's also vaguely annoyed, as he wanders through the mansion to find his way to the kitchen, as always. if he hears weesh coming, he'll hold out a hand. hello. ]
the vibes are tired. he's kind of just tired of having to do this over and over again. he's also vaguely annoyed, as he wanders through the mansion to find his way to the kitchen, as always. if he hears weesh coming, he'll hold out a hand. hello. ]
[ he is checking out the train today - he's most interested in the italy car, but he's also happy to check out the other ones except for the dogs. they jump on him and he doesn't like it.
he's just finished eating something and is taking a stroll around the colosseum, though he's very sure to not walk into it. we don't need to be fighting lions, unless you want to, but in that case it's going to be jiaoqiu running from the lions and you fighting them.
there's a hint of something green peeking out from his turtleneck, also. ]
he's just finished eating something and is taking a stroll around the colosseum, though he's very sure to not walk into it. we don't need to be fighting lions, unless you want to, but in that case it's going to be jiaoqiu running from the lions and you fighting them.
there's a hint of something green peeking out from his turtleneck, also. ]
[ you can catch, towards the end of the day, a little dreamscape being projected from a sleepy not balded fox. he is unbalded, now, but he's dozing off somewhere close by, probably sitting up.
which means what you see is the following:
a long street, illuminated by gentle lights and a starry sky. a foxian woman walks down this street, being followed by two men flanking her at either side. one of them, a tall man in a hood, does not seem to be able to relax, glancing around them at all angles, as if seeking an invisible enemy. the other man, a familiar pink foxian, fans himself gently as they walk, not paying attention to their surroundings at all. the woman is chattering at the both of them in an animated fashion, throwing her hands around, throwing her head back and laughing, reaching back to slap at the men following her in a jovial way. the tall hooded man hides a smile, and jiaoqiu, because of course that's who it is, outright laughs when the foxian woman turns to walk backwards to speak to them more insistently.
it sounds like she's trying to convince them to try out a new takeout place. come on, we've been out all day, we deserve a treat. jiaoqiu reaches to rap her gently with his fan, saying something about the cost, and she complains loudly about money not being a problem - who would charge her, anyway?
the world around them doesn't change. it's just locked in a moment - locked in something familiar, like home. ]
which means what you see is the following:
a long street, illuminated by gentle lights and a starry sky. a foxian woman walks down this street, being followed by two men flanking her at either side. one of them, a tall man in a hood, does not seem to be able to relax, glancing around them at all angles, as if seeking an invisible enemy. the other man, a familiar pink foxian, fans himself gently as they walk, not paying attention to their surroundings at all. the woman is chattering at the both of them in an animated fashion, throwing her hands around, throwing her head back and laughing, reaching back to slap at the men following her in a jovial way. the tall hooded man hides a smile, and jiaoqiu, because of course that's who it is, outright laughs when the foxian woman turns to walk backwards to speak to them more insistently.
it sounds like she's trying to convince them to try out a new takeout place. come on, we've been out all day, we deserve a treat. jiaoqiu reaches to rap her gently with his fan, saying something about the cost, and she complains loudly about money not being a problem - who would charge her, anyway?
the world around them doesn't change. it's just locked in a moment - locked in something familiar, like home. ]
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