...Yes?
6,310
YEARS OLD
played by
Dylzoe
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poison lingers in her veins as the clock hits midnight
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After finding and then hastily tossing the fairy tale on Nagiko's lap, Elizabeth spoke, "Working better under pressure is a misnomer. It works more like a curve. The center is known as 'flow,' and overexposure to pressure can lead to severe long-term side effects such as stroke or cardiac arrest." But of course, Nagiko probably didn't ask for any of that. Not that Elizabeth cared. She had begun walking towards the window facing the exact opposite direction of Nagiko as she spoke. "Although that is irrelevant in this case. It has to do with the drug running through your body." She sniffled. "By the way, what do you want for dinner? Is potato soup fine with you?" [googlefont="VT323"][googlefont="Oswald"]
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Desperate games are played for desperate stakes.
23
YEARS OLD
played by
Maruzen
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[attr="class","foreign"] [attr="class","dust"] [attr="class","gold"]A multitude of people [attr="class","gold"]and yet a solitude ulla [attr="class","sun"]I Distress You ; I Draw Fast To An End Nagiko licked her lips. "Potato soup sounds good, yeah." The elf recalled a lovely tune she'd heard and it began to replay in her head. Bobbing her head slightly, as well as she could anyway while laying down, Nagiko ejected herself as a purple haze again, picking up the faerie tale and kneeling down next to her actual body to read it to herself.
Cracking open the dusty tome, she flipped to the opening chapter with gaseous purple fingers. "Hey, wait. What was that about a drug in my body? Running?" asked the hazy Nagiko. Finished listening to music from her head, her body tapped the purple haze's shoulder to catch her own attention, before pointing a finger at one of the paragraphs on the page.
"Wait, what book was this again? Because... This shouldn't exist, not here..!" Nagiko's body fell limp and the purple haze dissipated with a red flash, sending the book clattering onto the floor. [newclass=.gold]background-color:#fff;padding:2px;border-left:#9463c9 10px solid;font-family:century gothic;font-size:10px;color:#693a9b;width:120px;margin-top:10px;opacity:0;transition: 1s all;text-align:left;[/newclass] [newclass=.dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .gold]opacity:1;transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar]background-color:#fff;width:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#666;width:1px;[/newclass] [googlefont=La Belle Aurore]
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...Yes?
6,310
YEARS OLD
played by
Dylzoe
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poison lingers in her veins as the clock hits midnight
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Potato soup it was then. She had finished administering the drug, and it should not have been too much longer until it took effect. She gazed outside watching the sunset for a moment, wordless. She did not even dignify Nagiko with an answer to her question about the drug. And then she heard the book falling. "You aren't very careful, are you?" she said as she turned to pick up the book and hand it back to her. "It's just a fairy tale. What's got you so worked up?" Maybe it was just the panic from the world changing around her. She had dealt with her types before and doubted that Nagiko would know the nature of the book just by looking at it. Maybe she had handed her a wrong copy or something? Doubtful. Elizabeth was never so careless. [googlefont="VT323"][googlefont="Oswald"]
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Desperate games are played for desperate stakes.
23
YEARS OLD
played by
Maruzen
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[attr="class","foreign"] [attr="class","dust"] [attr="class","gold"]A multitude of people [attr="class","gold"]and yet a solitude ulla [attr="class","sun"]I Distress You ; I Draw Fast To An End Behind her closed eyes, colours of ever kind gleamed in large plumes until, one by one, each hue shifted closer and closer to red. Through the red, a hollow and clear space formed.
The elf writhed slowly, managing to turn her head to the woman. "But it's always been blood. Always." Her breathing wavered between ragged and shallow. Sweating seemed to leech her energy, causing her eyes to flit open for a moment and close the next.
Images of sky and ice cascaded through her weary mind. Clouds of red drifted onto the horizon in a diagonal fashion. The earth cracked open to release such imagery. Nagiko looked inside herself, to see a reflection. Not quite a reflection. Her hair was longer and there was a flower in it. This was no reflection at all, at least not in the sense usually meant. "Was it never blood?" she asked before falling into the emerging red clouds. [newclass=.gold]background-color:#fff;padding:2px;border-left:#9463c9 10px solid;font-family:century gothic;font-size:10px;color:#693a9b;width:120px;margin-top:10px;opacity:0;transition: 1s all;text-align:left;[/newclass] [newclass=.dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .gold]opacity:1;transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar]background-color:#fff;width:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#666;width:1px;[/newclass] [googlefont=La Belle Aurore]
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