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Terra Et Tempore
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Private RP → Terra Et Temporeher smile was slightly melancholy. She stayed like taht for a second, before shaking her head, and downing the lemonade.
"Kyaah~! Thanks! man, this lemonade is grea~at!"
she set the glass down, heavily.
"well, is the red sky a weird thing? I'm just asking, I'm not sure what you humans classify as normal."
She... wasn't human?
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.

You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
There was a part of her that wanted to invite Lydia to see her ocean, but she thought better of it. There were so many reasons not to.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
"He did WHAT?"
She wiped the corner of her mouth with the sleeve of her hoodie.
"that makes twice now, twice he's left a little girl at a hibachi place... What the hell is wrong with him?"
She seemed to be talking from experience.
"I swear to imaginary god I'm going to wring his neck with my scarf..."
What a terrifying remark to come from this bubbly girl.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
She mentally slapped herself.
"You don't need to kill him... I mean, he did kind of help me before then."
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
She jotted it down quickly in a notebook. Waitaminute. Where did that notebook come from? And where did the glasses come from? And why did she look stylish in everything?
"He won't die, anyways, he fought death incarnate once and now it's scared of him. It's just kind of fun to watch him struggle."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.

Finally. He could tell the attacks were getting sloppy, all he needed to do was keep up the banter with the kid, and the perfect opening would practically present itself on a silver platter.
"I am better than you."
He had found a little exploit that he should've payed attention to earlier. This little emo kid craved power, the same craving that could be his downfall. And boy, he looked mad.
"You're a god? You look like a teenager."
He would've added laughter for added affect. He should've. He watched as the attacks ceased and the puppet neared. Connor straightened his posture.
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆

"Let's see... Rewind? Plans? Then, that must be..."
he paused for a moment, for dramatic effect.
"...I have no idea! I tend to be pretty bad at piecing together context clues."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
“I’ll make you know your place then—“
He moved quickly out of the way of the kick, moving to the puppets back and kicking him down with great speed and strength, like he was just saving up energy for this attack
He hoped that did the trick, as this had gone on a little too long. And he needed to attend to his increasingly important injuries.

”Mysterious… surprising… and law-defying… Isn’t that right?”