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Terra Et Tempore
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Private RP → Terra Et TemporeShe raised her eyebrows as if to say: "Should I be following you still?"
The woman at the other table seemed to be writing in a notebook. For some reason, she continued to glance over at her. She seemed... important.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
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“Ahh… finally.” A feminine voice spoke in a low whisper out of pure darkness before becoming physical. “It has been… a while since I have lived to witness death once again. Oh, how I have missed it.” Auspice giggled, thinking for a moment. “Ah, but now is not the time… I need to put myself among these… children.”
Auspice began to walk, the air was cold around her. Cold as the feeling of someone dying. Cold as Death. Her cape dragged behind her, elegantly walking to… where most people were. Wherever that was.

You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
"Hello, stranger. What can I do for you?" She took the apple juice gingerly.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
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Caspian was at a different restaurant that was nearby the college, putting away some study material and then going out of the restaurant on the sidewalk. He still got weird looks sometimes but he was mainly left alone by most people.

You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
Honestly, it was strange, watching parts of his body distort and bend at unnatural angles for a split moment.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
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**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆

This did not stop Auspice, though, as she began to search the tables, now noticing the familiar person. Iteral. She walked up to the table Iteral was at, looking at the people who sat with her as well.
“…Hello.”

You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
Everyone had just alluded to "another" temporal event.
And to think she was in a Hibachi restaurant.
I have no clue. She thought to herself. I just found myself here about an hour ago. I have no answers.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
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You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
He grabbed that. It was full of research papers.
Frying pan.
Never left home without it. Who knew when a rabid taco bell man would come biting at his heels?
Notebook.
He never let anyone touch that.
He checked himself in the mirror, strightening his tie. He snapped, his hair automatically tying itself into a high ponytail.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
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