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Forum-Index → Roleplay → A House On The Edge(Thread)Aleksandr kicked the door of the house open, pulling a pair of opera glasses out of his pocket, peering into the nothingness.
"Yep! That's a new guy! How to... ah, i know!"
Aleksandr simply snapped, instantly bringing Crow-2 to the entrance of the house.
"Hello, my good sir! My name is Aleksandr, owner of this house for the lost, the weary, the alone, who might you be, my friend?"
Evan simply glared back at leanne.
"Do you really think I need more noise? I've been living with him for close to 65 years."
Evan muttered, pointing at Aleksandr.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
He clflickered over to the table, taking the plate. In an instant, he was back at the door, smiling cheerfully.
Evan glanced back, groaning.
"God, what a bother. But since I'm down here anyways..."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
"And they're all... young. I know you've lived far longer than I. I probably seem like a child to you, hm? But these are... actual children." Leanne nodded in the direction of the kitchen, brow furrowed. "Do you know anything?"
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
She sat down in between people she couldn't remember the names of, already having taken a plate of eggs and bacon, devouring the plate with nothing but her fork and hands.
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆
"Thank you so much, Morpheus! Wow, it looks so good..."
Alyssa mumbled, staring at the food.
"Better than what aleks conjures up, anyways..."
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"...I'm a son of Hephaestos, not a miracle worker. ask Aleks."
Evan sighed tiredly.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
But then, she paused, taking a second to really look at Evan. Something felt off with both him and the house. "Are you okay? You look like you've maybe gotten about five hours of sleep in the past week. And you don't need me to tell you that that isn't good."
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
Maternal instincts, Aleks called them. How could she want to throw someone out a window so much and want to give them a hug at the same time?
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
He stared right back at her, an empty sort of look in his eyes.
He just slowly moved past her, yawning.
"Plus, it's not like most of me is human anyways."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆
"Evan, why can't you just take a break? It's not that hard. You might enjoy it, or somethi-"
"Has anyone told you that conversations aren't meant to be interrupted?" She sighed in exasperation. "I'm Leanne. Fourth time I'm telling you this, Emmie." This girl. She was the most annoying out of everyone there with her stupid roller skates and over-the-top happiness. Actually, Leanne wasn't even sure if it was happiness. Just pure, frenetic energy.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆
"Calm down."
He said, quietly.
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"Ah, my rune spell? I was trying to figure out if I could find a way to send a message back to my original luck, but no bueno. No good. No luck. Zip. Zero. nada. Nothing. Blew up in my face when I activated it."
She sighed.
"Send a message back to your original world? Why, Alyssa, you could have just asked me! I can do that for you! It's really not a big problem, honestly, not really that difficult!"
Aleksandr laughed.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆
Emmie was interesting. In sorts. She was eccentric, he guessed. She sure did like talking a lot.
And the floating hands were interesting. He wondered how much easier a time he would have had at the hotel if he had another set of arms to help him clean and repair everything.
”Mysterious… surprising… and law-defying… Isn’t that right?”
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆
"Tsk."
he clicked his tongue in disapproval.
aleksandr was still just eating. It was a slow process, mostly because of the fact that he was blinking in and out of existence every few moments.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.