Loooong pause.
I have no reason to think that is the case fnord
She's closing her self off here.
Loooong pause.
I have no reason to think that is the case fnord
She's closing her self off here.
"Most people lie to themselves to keep sane" ~The Necromancer
You are all alone.
So you begin eating that steak and shred it into little bits within a few seconds of it arriving.
And then you begin sewing. Sew~ing sew~ing~ making up a tuberat.
»◉ YOu dOn't sOund very cOnfident in that. «
Well, he's alone... He finished off his sundae and then heads back to Ublich's hive.
I've just become a lurker, for now.
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Well, you certainly ϗeem like you've gotten a ϗound beating. You have anything to ϗtaunch that wound? You ϗeem to have been bleeding quite a while... He says, as he watches her, the air of him seems more curious then worried.
He's bored, so he ambles toward the first open troll he sees, which happens to be a sewing seadweller.
'Ey there, miss. What'cha workin' on, there?
Character's dead, fuck off.
"SewingXupXaXtuberatXplushXeventually.XJustXmaking XtheXoutsideXofXitXforXnow,XwillXhaveXtoXstuffXitX later."
She glances up and nods at him and then to a seat,
"MyXnameXisXNikole."
If I did fnord, would just say confidence and self esteem can be faked too fnord? You shouldn't be so fnord Negative (tm)
Still smiling.
"Most people lie to themselves to keep sane" ~The Necromancer
I did!! I did!!! I TiTiTick gave it kisses!!! Lots ToToTock! That should
Make TiTiTick it better!
PHYYYYYYYL
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That's interestin'. Never was good at that sorta thing, m'self.
He sits down.
Nice t' meet ya, Nikole. I'm Vallox.
He looks at the soon-to-be plush.
So, d'ya make these sort of things often?
Character's dead, fuck off.
She presses a hand to her mouth. Muride lets out an annoyed puff of air, it must be swollen.
oh... great... this was NOT what I thought would happen. I chew on nettle leaves. it used to be a punishment, but now I do it out of spite.~
∃>Hopefully not, if that were true you'd be dead after you hit the age.<E ∃>I've been doing better myself, mainly because I haven't been getting annoyed recently.<E ∃>You should enjoy your opportunities when you can though, it sounds like you don't get them too often.<E
He chuckles slightly and takes a sip of his water.
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"AllXtheXtime.XTheyXareXmyXhobby.XItXisXaXpleasure XtoXmeetXyou.XWouldXyouXlikeXmeXtoXorderXyouXsomet hingXtoXdrinkXorXeat?"
»◉ I guess. I'm nOt trying tO be negative thOugh... I'm sOrry. «
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A wildberry smoothie'd do just fine. Thank ya.
Character's dead, fuck off.
"RightXthen."
She waves down one of the robots, and orders it without another word, quickly getting back to work on sewing,
"WhatXdoXyouXdoXforXfun?"
...And why the hell are you eating nettle?
Azazel raised an eyebrow.
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That's all right. Remember Negative Thinking Doesn't Lead To Death, Negative Thinking Is Death(C).
She sounds like she's thinks she's being helpful.
Well I have to go fnord, Keep Calm And Carry On(R)
She winks and dashes out of the cafe before any more holes get poked into her leaky philosophy.
"Most people lie to themselves to keep sane" ~The Necromancer
Oh dear she seems to be not in her right mind at all. Well...helping others seems like something s alien...but when one's present to you like this, something that could be called a consciousness kicks in, although you'd rather call it being reasonable. Bunzle may not like her, but he didn't want her to die. You can't mess with someone properly if they're dead.
Very well. He plops down next to her in a seat. Getting the cloth napkins off the table, he makes a nice little folding of the stuff. I'm going to put thiϗ here. He places the cloth on the table, then rips another one into long strips. He loops the strips around where the biggest wound, then places the cloth on it.
He pulls and tightens the makeshift bandage over the wound.
That ϗould be better....
Uvatha shakes her head with finality. Nope. Not going to believe that! ☼Who's gonna believe that? How good can this defense be? I don't even wanna know, guy! If you piss off the wrong troll, Yagvus is dead. Same for him, you know. Yeah, it's great that you're such great moirails. Good for you! Most moirails aren't that tied up in each other, though.√˚v˚ She growls again, grabs her camera, stands up to twitch a bit, then heads out with an, ☼Idiot. If I had the time to play, I'd test you. But I don't! I have some important peace and quiet to get! Maybe off that one troll that held the door open for me, at that restaurant, last night...√˚v˚
My computer finally swallowed a Pesterchum, for real, this time! Type at aimlessMastermind, for efficiency, or request a troll, for silliness.
Troll stuff, now hiding:
One troll is never enough. Corben comes on into the cafe and sits down at a table, then looks around.
»◉ Oh... dear... um... bye? «
Well that was actually kind of terrifying.
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She opens her bag, revealing several bundles of nettles, tied with string. There must be at least nine of them.
I eat a lot of nettles! and I told you before, I was simply in-flicting a punishment on myself.~
Not a whole lot outta the ordinary. Computer games, parkour, little bit of creative writin' if I'm feelin' moody...
His smoothie arrives. He sips at it a little.
You like t' do anything? Y'know, besides the sewin'?
Character's dead, fuck off.
"TalkingXtoXpeople.XThatXisXallXreally."
She's rather boring, but her fingers are moving very quickly to sew this, and she appears to be focusing hard.
Phyl pokes the bandage, quirking her head and pursing her lips. All of the wounds seem to be from a blunt weapon, the bruises depict a pipe. She looks up at bunzle, her eyes almost like the eyes of an innocent little dear. She glances around the cafe, her mind not able to stay in one place...
Oh. Aevery.
Aevery make boo-boos go away.
Phyl promptly stands up, obviously irritating the wounds, and limps/trots over to aevery, a giddy smile on her face and blood dripping to the floor
Aeveryyyyyyyyy
Run woman.
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