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If you're goin' through hell keep on going/Don't slow down if you're scared don't show it/ You might get out before the devil even knows you're there "If You're Going Through Hell" - Rodney Atkins . Amelya Shipwright AGE Thirty ALIGNMENT Chaotic Neutral OCCUPATION Thief/Fence SOCIAL STATUS Workers/Outcast RACE Human CANON POINT N/A TIME HERE Her Whole Life CANON/OC OC FANDOM N/A MEMBER GROUP - Local . Amelya's life was fairly ordinary, though for her, it was miserable. The woman felt confined, and she knew there was more to life then being married off, even if that's what her parents wanted for her. It would make their station in life secure, and make sure Amelya was taken care of in the long run. She hated it, and was very vocal about it. The girl and her parents constantly butted heads, and the tension was made worse when her father was injured and couldn't work. Theft or selling herself were the two options, alongside her mother and older sister. While the other two chose the latter, she went for the former, taking too much pride in herself to submit to a man for money. It was through her thieving that she gained a good amount of skill in stealth, but the beginning was fraught with encounters with the guards. This left her in the jail for a night, leaving her with a warm meal at least and a roof over her head. But it wasn't providing for her family. Every night in jail was another lesson learned, and she was captured less and less. Eventually, Chief Nichol Strongsteel extended her an offer to go undercover for them. She would be paid and protected, and she said she would think about it. The first war came, leaving the city in disarray and a prime target for many criminals. It definitely left many shops closed, and Amelya found food to be a good material to fence, slowly getting better at hawking what she stole to pawnshops and to other interested parties. That is, until one night, when someone she didn't recognise cornered her in an alley and beat and sexually assaulted her. It was a message. A message to her father and sister to pay their dues for the drugs they'd been addicted to. Amelya took Chief Strongsteel's offer, and began working to gain the attention of the Rogue's Guild. It worked, and she was able to keep an eye on what came and went through the Guild. She became known as Amy Ross there, and she fit in well. In fact, members helped teach her how to read and write, as well as how to properly do numbers on paper. As she became more proficient and trusted in the guild, she learned more and more of the drug trade through her contacts, and bit by bit chipped away at some in the city, handing over the evidence she'd gathered to the constables and investigators. When the Civil War came, Amelya kept her head down, doing her job even as her main protector, Nichol, left to fight. Nightmares plagued her from her attack, and she just wished he'd return. They'd grown close, but he didn't return her feelings, and she didn't blame him. She was tainted. Finally, the man returned, and she was able to continue her work, knowing the man had her back. And that is what she's been doing to this day. . The Write One AGE - 33 TIMEZONE - EST FACE CLAIM: Art THEONS @ SHINE
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I'm the one who steps from the shadows, all trenchcoat and cigarette and arrogance, ready to deal with the madness. Oh, I've got it all sewn up. I can save you. If it takes the last drop of your blood, I'll drive your demons away. I'll kick them in the bollocks and spit on them when they're down and then I'll be gone back into darkness, leaving only a nod and a wink and a wisecrack. I walk my path alone... who would walk with me? John Constantine - Hellblazer . John Constantine AGE SIXTY-ONE ALIGNMENT TRUE NEUTRAL OCCUPATION EXORCIST/DEMONOLOGIST SOCIAL STATUS LAND/BUSINESS OWNER RACE HUMAN CANON POINT SOME CASE PRIOR TO THE TV SHOW TIME HERE AGES - PROBABLY AT LEAST 1 YEAR CANON/OC CANON FANDOM HELLBLAZER/CONSTANTINE MEMBER GROUP - STOLEN . About John's talented at a lot of things, but he's best at being an exorcist and a conman. He's extremely good at manipulating those around him to get what he wants, particularly if it's money, cars, homes, and even friends. He's good at talking himself into and out of most situations. He's smart, though it doesn't always show when he runs his mouth. He's got a lot of knowledge from reading and hands on experience - mostly of various religions and occult things and he's got no qualms whatsoever about using it when necessary. His knowledge of magic and occult things has served him well in Brookhaven and it took him no time at all to adapt to it. He's mastered both Arcane and Shadow magick, and has began to study the other schools as well - his focus right now is Light. Most of his knowledge lies in the occult and magical practices [even ones that don't exist in his home realm]. He has an almost inhuman ability to pick up on supernatural things after seeing them only once or twice, but he has been known to screw up - when he does, it's a spectacular misstep that often costs lives. He's got some lasting influences from the demonic blood he possesses + the many spells he's cast that give him a bit of an extended life and slower aging [though this is also due in part to the demons keeping him young-ish and alive so as to avoid a war in Hell]. John's seemingly confident and sure of himself, but it's actually a mask he keeps up. He's very insecure and unsure of his abilities and skills. Someone who spots this could whittle away at his confidence until he's entirely unbalanced and take advantage of that weakness. He has more than a standard appetite for sex and an outright addiction to alcohol and cigarettes. He acts tough, like he doesn't care - but he can't stand to see those few he considers important to him hurt or threatened, particularly if it happens because of him. He does tend to lose sight of his own goals tearing himself up with worry for those he wants to keep safe, and a lot of his manipulation and bad habits are acted upon to protect them, though he never shows any of this torment outwardly. He's got a healthy fear of demons, devils, and those higher up in hell especially, but he often tries to con them anyway and does all that he can to mess their plans up. Currently, if he dies all of hell will go to war over his soul - he has sold it to three separate demons [the first of the fallen and his two brothers] and as such most demons go out of their way to keep him alive. This is a blessing and a curse since he's suffered through quite a few ordeals that would kill ordinary men. John does not have a personality that endears him to anyone really. He's crass and crude and extremely arrogant. He tends to think of himself and no one else - usually. There's a select few who get put before himself, and while he does tend to look down on humanity as a whole, he has done things to save them in the past. He's got no qualms about using people, even his friends, if it means getting the end result he wants. He doesn't like putting them in harm's way, but has learned that often it's the only way to succeed. As such, he rarely gets close to others - it's easier to use them if he's not emotionally attached. He's very rarely remorseful unless something horrible happens to those he's using. All that said, he does hold on to a great deal of remorse and even guilt [survivor's guilt, some say] at the first attempt at a demon summoning/exorcism because it damned a little girl's soul to hell with the very demon he was trying to rid her of. This softness and guilt is rarely seen, though he does take it hard when a friend or ally is lost. He's got snarky comebacks as a defense mechanism when people bring up that everyone dies around him, and often distances himself from anyone close after an incident. He also always seems to be looking for a fight to cope/forget and failing that a good smoke and beer. His darker side rarely shows, because he's actually afraid of it and keeps it under close guard. It's far more vicious than it once was [due to experiences + demonic blood] and those who manage to rouse it should be prepared to pay dearly. His temper has led him to cursing people, not something anyone should take lightly - especially at the hands of a skilled sorcerer. He often regrets his actions afterward, but in the heat of the moment he doesn't give a damn about the consequences of what he does. This, combined with his bad habit of conning people has earned him more enemies than friends and often even those he counts as friends will turn on him if pushed too far or used one too many times. History John was born to Thomas and Mary Constantine. His mother died in childbirth and his father never forgave him. His sister seemed to hate him as well. He grew up alone and different, and developed a fascination for the occult at a young age. This often got him in trouble with his father, and at one point all his books were burned by the man in their back yard. This pushed John to curse the man with a scrap of one of his books. That also backfired when it actually worked and John was forced to find a way to stop [but not cure] the issue. He ran away to London not long after, and encountered a creature of the Dreaming. He wasn't there for long, the police depositing him back in Liverpool with his father quickly. He returned to London again within a year, as he considered it far more a home than Liverpool ever had been. He lived with his best friend Chas and devoted much of his time to studying magic and playing music. He formed a band, though it was short lived due to being shit and he moved on to focusing on the occult full time. His first attempt at an exorcism ended in disaster due to his being overconfident and cocky and it resulted in a little girl being dragged to hell. This scarred him and he ended up in a mental institution for a time. While there he was treated horribly, due to the staff thinking he was a child murderer. He was eventually set free when a gangster wanted help bringing his dead son back. John experienced many 'adventures' and issues over the next thirty five or so years, the loss of many of his family, friends, and self respect, but even with all that little changed about him. He was still an arrogant asshole who often got into trouble and alienated all but the most devoted of friends. His habit of cutting remarks at the most inappropriate times and savage retaliation for anyone who crossed him or injured those he cares about has not changed, only gotten worse. Finding himself stranded in Brookhaven after taking a smoke break to clear his head during a nasty argument with Chas about the handling of a case, he wasn't exactly thrilled. Were it not for the convincing explanation and the fact that his demon-tainted blood revealed it was the truth he'd have thought a demon was taking a nasty bit of revenge on him. He set off to explore as soon as they'd finished their explanation and took an instant dislike to those in in the ruling class. With his sharp mind and wit, he soon found himself in the middle of a war, forced to fight for a cause not his own. When the civil war started, he threw in his lot with the rebels, as he figured it was better than what they were dealing with from the current king. Once that was over and done with he decided that a magick shop that offered a wide range of things, including exorcisms and cleansings, was the way to go. Plus, if he had everything set up when Chas got through the portals himself hey'd be able to settle right in. He was content to stay in the city, as all the deals he'd made back home couldn't be upheld here, so it was a fresh start. The shop was instantly popular as much of the city, regardless of social rank, is highly superstitious. . TIREDOLDSOLDIERS AGE - THIRTY-NINE TIMEZONE - EASTERN FACE CLAIM: MATT RYAN THEONS @ SHINE
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For evil bastards to win power, all ordinary people have to do is stand aside and keep quiet. Trevor Belmont - Netflix's Castlevania . Trevor Belmont AGE MID-THIRTIES ALIGNMENT CHAOTIC GOOD OCCUPATION MONSTER HUNTER SOCIAL STATUS WORKERS RACE HUMAN CANON POINT END OF SEASON 2 TIME HERE FOUR MONTHS CANON/OC CANON FANDOM NETFLIX'S CASTLEVANIA MEMBER GROUP - STOLEN . Trevor Belmont was born into the noble Belmont clan - a renowned family of monster and vampire hunters. While they were well looked on for a time, eventually the closed minded church turned on them, excommunicated them all, and slaughtered as many of them as they could find. Only Trevor survived, and it was a hard life, being that he was a young teenager when he suddenly found himself entirely on his own. Drifting from place to place, making coin however he could, he grew up into a standoffish and grumpy man, who had a chip on his shoulder toward God, humanity, monsters... pretty much anything and everything. Though he loved a good bit of alcohol and never said no to a bit of a romp between the sheets, being who he was was dangerous and staying on the move was the only way he stayed alive. While traveling he came upon a group of Speakers, who implored him to find their missing member. He grudgingly agreed, and found himself facing down a cyclops and rescuing a Speaker who'd been frozen into living stone by meeting its gaze. Returning her to her people, he intended to leave before Dracula's horde could reach them, but was eventually convinced to stay and help fight. The fight was a harsh one, though they were successful in the end. Afterward, he and the rescued Speaker, Sypha - a powerful magic user in her own right, ventured back down into the vault that seemed a part of Dracula's castle, and faced down a blond vampire, who turned out to be Alucard - Dracula's dhampir son. They agreed to work together to hunt down Dracula and end his reign of terror over the region, and stopped to deal with wandering hordes of demons and lesser undead on their way. Several times they fought off small scout groups or all out assassins sent their way, the final group finding them in the massive library of knowledge the Belmonts had amassed over many, many years. After dealing with them, Trevor noted that Sypha had managed to use one of the items his family had taken and pulled the castle directly to them. With no time to lose, the trio left the Library and raced to the steps of the castle, heading inside to deal with the lesser vampires waiting for them there. Those were easier dealt with than Dracula himself. The battle started with all three going after him, but soon ended in a duel between father and son, with Sypha and Trevor racing to catch up. They reached the duo in Alucard's childhood room, stopping the remnants of Dracula - all instinct at this point - from killing his son to survive. Though it was necessary, Trevor understood the grief and pain, once Sypha smacked him upside the head and got him to look past his 'Dracula was a monster' viewpoint. Once they'd made sure Alucard was set, and wouldn't do anything rash while they were gone, they set out travelling to help clean up the remains of the demon army now running across the countryside. Their first night away from Alucard, Trevor spotted a strange glow a short distance from their camp and went to investigate, weapon drawn. He found himself sucked through a portal and dumped into Brookhaven, much to his displeasure. Everything reminds him of Dracula's castle, technology wise and it's been a bit of an adjustment. He has, happily, found plenty of work for a monster hunter like himself, and has set up a permanent residence in the slums of the city, where he can easily come and go as needed. . TIREDOLDSOLDIERS AGE - THIRTY-NINE TIMEZONE - EASTERN FACE CLAIM: N/A THEONS @ SHINE
  13. @import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Dancing+Script&family=Libre+Baskerville&family=Poppins:wght@200&family=Sanchez&display=swap'); .kiwi {width: 560px; margin: 30px auto; background-color: #683D3D; padding: 20px; border-radius: 12px; } .kiwi-img {text-align: left; } .kiwi-img img { width: 340px; height: 340px; background-color: #491F1F; opacity: 0.4; margin: -20px; border-radius: 15px 155px 175px 160px; object-fit: cover; -webkit-mask-image: linear-gradient(to left, transparent 0%, black 100%); } .kiwititle {text-align: right; width: 510px; font-size: 25px; font-family: 'Dancing Script', cursive; color: #ffff; opacity: 0.7; position: relative; right: 15px; bottom: 170px; } .kiwiquote {text-align: right; width: 240px; font-size: 11px; text-transform: lowercase; line-height: 1.0; font-family: 'Poppins', sans-serif; color: #E0A3A3; opacity: 0.7; position: relative; left: 255px; bottom: 143px; } .kiwitext {width: 500px; font: 13px 'Sanchez', serif; text-indent: 40px; color: #ffffff; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; left: 20px; } .kiwitext b { background:#1E0D0D!important;color:#ffffff!important;padding: 2px 3px!important;margin-right:5px!important;border-radius:5px!important;font:700 13px Sanchez!important;line-height:20px!important;margin-bottom:5px!important; } .kiwitext pe { background:#1E0D0D!important;color:#ffffff!important;padding: 1px 3px!important;margin-right:5px!important;border-radius:5px!important;font:700 14px Sanchez!important;line-height:20px!important;margin-bottom:5px!important; } .kiwitext oth { color:#fafafa; font-size: 14px; font-style: bold; } .kiwitext i { color:#dddddd; font-size: 14px; font-style: italic; } .kiwitext a { color:#fafafa;font:700 10px quicksand;line-height:0px;margin-bottom:10px!important;text-transform:uppercase!important; } .kiwinote {width: 200px; font: 13px 'Dancing Script', cursive; color: #683D3D; text-align: left; position: relative; left: 0px; top: 35px; } .kiwinote a { color:#1E0D0D;font:700 10px quicksand;line-height:0px;margin-bottom:10px!important;text-transform:uppercase!important; } Descent into Madness I feel it deep within It's just beneath the skin I must confess That I feel like a monster I hate what I've become The nightmare's just begun As she moved around the safehouse apartment, his eyes traced her steps, never looking directly at her unless it was her feet. The longer he was able to heal, the more striking his eyes would become - instead of the standard red and yellow of a volatile they were an almost luminous orange in the light, and he'd noticed that even that changed in shadows - they glowed faintly with an orange-golden hue. Fiddling with his clothing from where he'd slumped after Jade had dropped him - he was heavier than he'd been before, but also a lot bigger if the height difference was true and the virus wasn't playing tricks on his addled brain. "Well... I'm not entirely sure what to talk about since this wasn't exactly how either of us would have wanted to see each other again. Assuming on your part there, but..." He looked up briefly as she sat back down. Good, she'd grabbed the blanket and one of the rations. His own belly cramped, reminding him that he'd not eaten anything at all today. When he'd woken the taste of raw flesh and blood had still been in his mouth and it'd turned him off of eating. Something in the recesses of his mind growled and insisted that he go hunting out in the rain. He shoved it back down, then pushed himself up to his feet. Swaying slightly, he took a moment to steady himself and assessed the new damage. It wasn't good, but nothing that wouldn't heal if he took precautions the rest of today and again tomorrow. There was another potential area to store food - a working fridge that hummed in the kitchen portion of the hideout, and he limped his way in there, his movements not quite human, but not the desperate creature scrambling to get out of the entrance UVs from earlier. There was a packaged 'hamburger' meal that looked a bit out of date, but would do nothing to him. It'd barely dented his gut before, when he was fully human, so now? It was just another bit of 'fresh' food. He scarfed it down, careful to turn from her to open his mouth fully. Last thing she needed was more nightmares about the thing he'd become. He spotted a few bottles of water tucked under one of the counters and grabbed them, then stared at the jackpot of energy drinks hiding just behind those. Grabbing two he brought those and a couple of the packaged 'dessert' things over to Jade, offering her first pick. Once she'd chosen he was going to go look for rags to bind his arms, since they looked quite different with the vents open to allow the tentacles under room to fit comfortably. Binding them hurt, but he preferred that pain to the one caused when he looked at what the virus - and fucking Jasmine - had done to him. This is for Jade Aldemir.
  14. .lucien { position: relative; height: auto; margin: 10px auto 0px; background: #1C1C1C; width: 510px; text-align: center; border-radius: 10px; border: 3px double #c0392b;} .lucientext { text-align: justify; line-height: 100%; font-size: 16px; width: 420px; padding: 10px; font-family: times; color: #8395a7; border-radius: 10px; margin-top: 0%; margin-left: 40px; } .lucienlyrics { text-align: center; line-height: 100%; font-size: 33px; width: 510px; padding-top: 20px; font-family: times; font-style: italic; color: #8395a7; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 0px; margin-top: 5%; margin-left: 0px; letter-spacing: 1px; } .luciennotes { font-family: times; font-style: italic; font-size: 13px; color: #8395a7; letter-spacing:5px; line-height:100%; opacity: 0.7; text-align: center; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 10px;} .lucienpic1 { width: 200px; margin-top: -27%; margin-left: 60%;} .lucienpic2 { width: 200px; margin-top: -65%; margin-left: -3%;} I'm in the dark, looking for light The way she narrowed her eyes at him earned a chuckle, but he didn't acknowledge it further. She was one of the medics, he knew that much, as he'd seen her working with Lena, and it was Lena who kept calling after her the most when they'd been outside the trailer. Once they were in the elevator, he finally spoke. "I guess you could try. We're too short on runners and scouts though, so solo work has been the name of the game. And... I usually work better alone. Usually. Been a bit of a different case here, due to the infected." The comment about their leader getting himself killed by his own girlfriend wasn't too far off the mark. Lena was angry with him, so angry she'd told Crane things that might not have been shared otherwise. But someone needed to know, and he'd been able to get around better, despite being one of the newest in the Tower. "Yeah. She wasn't happy with him. Hopefully these meds will help somewhat. Once I've dropped them off I need to see if anyone has some energy drinks they'll trade me or see about getting some coffee. I'm so damn tired and I need to be quick on my feet." ~ notes ~ Tag: @The Write One Elyon©
  15. .mysteries { position: relative; background: #2a2a2a; margin: 20px auto 0; width: 450px; overflow: hidden; } .mysteries-image-hold { position: relative; } .mysteries img { width: 450px; height: 350px; object-fit: cover; filter: grayscale(100%) contrast(130%); } .mysteries-image-hold:before { content:""; background: rgb(61,2,2); background: linear-gradient(180deg, rgba(61,2,2,1) 0%, rgba(205,86,86,1) 52%, rgba(0,212,255,0) 100%); position: absolute; width: 450px; height: 350px; z-index: 1; mix-blend-mode: multiply; } .mysteries-image-hold:after { background: rgb(42,42,42); background: linear-gradient(0deg, rgba(42,42,42,1) 0%, rgba(0,212,255,0) 100%); content:""; position: absolute; bottom: 0px; height: 400px; width: 450px; left: 0px; } .mysteries-inner { padding: 60px; color: #ccc; font-family: martel sans; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; line-height: 180%; } .mysteries-lyrics { position: absolute; padding: 0 30px; font-family: martel sans; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; font-weight: 300; margin-top: -70px; z-index: 2; color: #eee; } .mysteries-lyrics b, .mysteries-lyrics-bottom b { font-weight: 900; letter-spacing: 3px; color: #fff; } .mysteries-lyrics span { position: absolute; font-size: 100px; z-index: 1; color: #ccc; top: -22px; width: 450px; font-weight: 700; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 80%; opacity: 0.2; text-align: left; left: -2px; } .mysteries-lyrics-bottom { position: relative; font-family: martel sans; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; font-weight: 300; z-index: 2; color: #eee; text-align: right; display: inline-block; margin-bottom: 30px; margin-right: 30px; float: right; } .mysteries-inner::first-letter { float: left; font-size: 50px; display: inline-block; padding: 30px; padding-top: 40px; color: #fff; } You can't save me... It's my time... The weird noise seemed... amused almost and she stared at someone she considered to be a friend for a long moment as he... laughed? Was that what that noise was? He was laughing? At a time like this? Besides that, what was so funny, exactly? Finally, he got control of himself, and she shook her head, pushing herself up again from the couch. A towel or a blanket would be awesome to find. The woman was absolutely frigid now that she was in a properly insulated environment, and the shaking was getting ridiculous. Made her feel weak and not really in control of her body. It was part of why when she'd started turning, her frustration and anger at her lack of control had given way to fear and outright terror. She never told anyone else though - it was a sensation that took up residence in her head, unwilling to leave. She never wanted to deal with that level of fear again. Jade paused, her head shooting to look at him when he told her just what lay out on the streets below, and if the Scorpion strained to listen over the rain, she could hear the large infected and its entourage as they worked their way down the road. She shuddered, but not from cold. Instead, she focused on grabbing a clean, fresh blanket and a granola bar and wrapped the blanket around her body before she sat down on the couch again, huddling in close to the material. "I'm not sure what else to ask... not with that horde out there." She finally admitted before she tore open the bit of ration she'd grabbed and with a hunger she hadn't realized was there, quickly finished it. She glanced at him, noticing how he avoided looking at her, but she didn't pull attention to it. Let me save you. MONTY
  16. .intoforest { position: relative; margin: 20px auto 0px; background: #606060; height: auto; padding: 40px; width: 480px; min-height: 300px; } .intoforest img { position: absolute; height: 250px; width: 480px; object-fit: cover; left: 0px; top: 0px; filter: grayscale(100%) contrast(30%); } .ifoutline { position: relative; min-height: 300px; width: 400px; border: 1px solid #d3e0e5; } .intoforest text { display: block; position: relative; color: #e7e7e7; padding: 30px; margin-top: 210px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; line-height: 180%; font-family: roboto; padding-bottom: 20px; } .intoforest lyrics { position: absolute; color: #d3e0e5; font-family: overpass; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: 800; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 10px; width: 150px; line-height: 200%; padding: 20px; } .intoforest tag { display: block; margin: 20px auto; padding: 10px; font-family: overpass; text-transform: uppercase; border: 1px solid #d3e0e5; background: rgba(255,255,255,0.2); font-size: 10px; font-weight: 800; letter-spacing: 5px; text-align: center; color: white; } Runnin Runnin Runnin from my heart Her eyes narrowed at him when he admitted to being cut from the same cloth as Brecken. He was going to be trouble, if that was true. Still, she couldn't help but smile softly when he wanted to go up with her. She finished tucking her new materials into her pack carefully and hoisted the bag back up on her shoulders, looking up at him again. He dwarfed her, and that just added to 'Safe'. "So... someone's gotta stick with you to keep you out of trouble is what you're saying." Her gaze softened though, as she picked up on just how tired and overwhelmed the newcomer was with all the requests being thrown at him. Not only had he been vouched for, but a lot of their runners were now dead thanks to that abysmal run. It'd been a hell of a plan, but luck hadn't been with them once the stars came out. "I get it - doesn't help we're shorthanded now, what with last night..." She jerked her head toward the door to indicate she was ready to go and to quietly tell him where they needed to go. Her thumbs hooked behind the backpack straps for wont of something to do with them so she didn't gesticulate like she wanted to. As she studied him, she noted the exhaustion in his eyes, the tenseness to his shoulders, and the tightness of his jaw. How much had he been running himself ragged? She chuckled though, snapping her out of her assessment. "If mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy, yeah." She said at the same time he did, shaking her head in amusement at the poor man who had somehow managed to survive so far. She was glad the stubborn man had made it so far. "Come on. Let's go get this to Lena before she kills our fearless leader." MONTY
  17. .lucien { position: relative; height: auto; margin: 10px auto 0px; background: #1C1C1C; width: 510px; text-align: center; border-radius: 10px; border: 3px double #c0392b;} .lucientext { text-align: justify; line-height: 100%; font-size: 16px; width: 420px; padding: 10px; font-family: times; color: #8395a7; border-radius: 10px; margin-top: 0%; margin-left: 40px; } .lucienlyrics { text-align: center; line-height: 100%; font-size: 33px; width: 510px; padding-top: 20px; font-family: times; font-style: italic; color: #8395a7; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 0px; margin-top: 5%; margin-left: 0px; letter-spacing: 1px; } .luciennotes { font-family: times; font-style: italic; font-size: 13px; color: #8395a7; letter-spacing:5px; line-height:100%; opacity: 0.7; text-align: center; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 10px;} .lucienpic1 { width: 200px; margin-top: -27%; margin-left: 60%;} .lucienpic2 { width: 200px; margin-top: -65%; margin-left: -3%;} I'm in the dark, looking for light She confirmed she was aware of Brecken's current state, which meant talking to her was easier - he wouldn't have to dance around multiple things, just the real reason he was there. Though the longer he interacted with the Tower's inhabitants the less he wanted to do what the GRE told him to. They'd already ordered him to do something he found morally reprehensible. "Yeah, he's an asshole when he needs rest but refuses. Not that I can say much. I'm made from the same cloth." He shook his head and sighed again, then addressed her question. "I have. And honestly? Going up there gets me away from most of the ones who want to pull me in every direction." He was keeping his voice down, as he didn't really want to offend anyone or hurt anyone's feelings. He just needed a goddamn break and a good rest so he was at his best for helping everyone. Neither of those were likely though. Ugh. "I met Gazi. If mama ain't happy, nobody happy, right?" Kyle chuckled at the memory. It'd pissed him off at the time, but now he was grateful for the lightheartedness of the meeting. He'd needed it, what with all the stress he'd found himself buckling under mere hours after waking up in the Tower. ~ notes ~ Tag: @The Write One Elyon©
  18. @import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Dancing+Script&family=Libre+Baskerville&family=Poppins:wght@200&family=Sanchez&display=swap'); .kiwi {width: 560px; margin: 30px auto; background-color: #683D3D; padding: 20px; border-radius: 12px; } .kiwi-img {text-align: left; } .kiwi-img img { width: 340px; height: 340px; background-color: #491F1F; opacity: 0.4; margin: -20px; border-radius: 15px 155px 175px 160px; object-fit: cover; -webkit-mask-image: linear-gradient(to left, transparent 0%, black 100%); } .kiwititle {text-align: right; width: 510px; font-size: 25px; font-family: 'Dancing Script', cursive; color: #ffff; opacity: 0.7; position: relative; right: 15px; bottom: 170px; } .kiwiquote {text-align: right; width: 240px; font-size: 11px; text-transform: lowercase; line-height: 1.0; font-family: 'Poppins', sans-serif; color: #E0A3A3; opacity: 0.7; position: relative; left: 255px; bottom: 143px; } .kiwitext {width: 500px; font: 13px 'Sanchez', serif; text-indent: 40px; color: #ffffff; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; left: 20px; } .kiwitext b { background:#1E0D0D!important;color:#ffffff!important;padding: 2px 3px!important;margin-right:5px!important;border-radius:5px!important;font:700 13px Sanchez!important;line-height:20px!important;margin-bottom:5px!important; } .kiwitext pe { background:#1E0D0D!important;color:#ffffff!important;padding: 1px 3px!important;margin-right:5px!important;border-radius:5px!important;font:700 14px Sanchez!important;line-height:20px!important;margin-bottom:5px!important; } .kiwitext oth { color:#fafafa; font-size: 14px; font-style: bold; } .kiwitext i { color:#dddddd; font-size: 14px; font-style: italic; } .kiwitext a { color:#fafafa;font:700 10px quicksand;line-height:0px;margin-bottom:10px!important;text-transform:uppercase!important; } .kiwinote {width: 200px; font: 13px 'Dancing Script', cursive; color: #683D3D; text-align: left; position: relative; left: 0px; top: 35px; } .kiwinote a { color:#1E0D0D;font:700 10px quicksand;line-height:0px;margin-bottom:10px!important;text-transform:uppercase!important; } Descent into Madness I feel it deep within It's just beneath the skin I must confess That I feel like a monster I hate what I've become The nightmare's just begun There was a long pause as he just sort of looked between the doorway and her, the sudden realization of the absurdity of the situation striking him. He tried to stop the noise before it could get past his guard, but once it started it took a minute or so for it to stop. The chuffing this time was a different sort than the sigh, an amused air about it, and he just couldn't seem to stop. Laughter, at a time like this, really? He chided himself. After a second of silence he cleared his throat. "Ah... sorry about that. Why did I bring us up here? There was a demolisher on the way, very, very near to the safe zone, and there was no way it was going to stay on the right side of the chainlink fence. It had about eight virals with it, minimum. "Once it's gone by I'll take us back down to get our things. I just wasn't sure what, if anything, you might still want to know.." His hands were so interesting to him suddenly, and he pretended to study them while avoiding her gaze. He'd need to get something to wrap the wrists back up to hide the vented openings sooner rather than later, he felt. Though... he looked around the safehouse, noting the folded blankets and small stash of rations. There were probably enough scraps to make do for the time being. It wasn't currently occupied, nor was it a long term home of anyone - he didn't smell one scent stronger than any other of the lingering ones - so that meant the stuff he could see was up for grabs. Not that he felt particularly up for standing and getting it just yet. He nodded to the stack of packaged food and the blanket sitting on the counter, indicating them to her. "Looks like some of the Tower's folks have been by here, leaving it stocked and ready for whoever needed it next." This is for Jade Aldemir.
  19. .mysteries { position: relative; background: #2a2a2a; margin: 20px auto 0; width: 450px; overflow: hidden; } .mysteries-image-hold { position: relative; } .mysteries img { width: 450px; height: 350px; object-fit: cover; filter: grayscale(100%) contrast(130%); } .mysteries-image-hold:before { content:""; background: rgb(61,2,2); background: linear-gradient(180deg, rgba(61,2,2,1) 0%, rgba(205,86,86,1) 52%, rgba(0,212,255,0) 100%); position: absolute; width: 450px; height: 350px; z-index: 1; mix-blend-mode: multiply; } .mysteries-image-hold:after { background: rgb(42,42,42); background: linear-gradient(0deg, rgba(42,42,42,1) 0%, rgba(0,212,255,0) 100%); content:""; position: absolute; bottom: 0px; height: 400px; width: 450px; left: 0px; } .mysteries-inner { padding: 60px; color: #ccc; font-family: martel sans; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; line-height: 180%; } .mysteries-lyrics { position: absolute; padding: 0 30px; font-family: martel sans; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; font-weight: 300; margin-top: -70px; z-index: 2; color: #eee; } .mysteries-lyrics b, .mysteries-lyrics-bottom b { font-weight: 900; letter-spacing: 3px; color: #fff; } .mysteries-lyrics span { position: absolute; font-size: 100px; z-index: 1; color: #ccc; top: -22px; width: 450px; font-weight: 700; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 80%; opacity: 0.2; text-align: left; left: -2px; } .mysteries-lyrics-bottom { position: relative; font-family: martel sans; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; font-weight: 300; z-index: 2; color: #eee; text-align: right; display: inline-block; margin-bottom: 30px; margin-right: 30px; float: right; } .mysteries-inner::first-letter { float: left; font-size: 50px; display: inline-block; padding: 30px; padding-top: 40px; color: #fff; } You can't save me... It's my time... Jade stared at the man once she set him down - well, more unintentionally dropped him because he was heavy - as he asked her 'what now?' She had no idea why he was asking her that question, since he was the one who threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and launched them up here into a different safe zone. "You're asking me that question, Kyle?" She finally asked as she sat down on the nearby couch. The bedroll gracelessly slid off and hit the floor by her feet, and she looked at it, as if it had commited some cardinal sin. Really? She'd barely sat down. "You're the one that yanked us up here. What the hell was that about anyways?" She gestured toward the opening that led outside in indication of what she meant. Out there. What the hell had he brought them up here for? And to top it off, she'd dropped the fabric he'd been trying to hand her to dry off when he hoisted her up off the ground, so that too was still left back with his pack as well. Let me save you. MONTY
  20. .intoforest { position: relative; margin: 20px auto 0px; background: #606060; height: auto; padding: 40px; width: 480px; min-height: 300px; } .intoforest img { position: absolute; height: 250px; width: 480px; object-fit: cover; left: 0px; top: 0px; filter: grayscale(100%) contrast(30%); } .ifoutline { position: relative; min-height: 300px; width: 400px; border: 1px solid #d3e0e5; } .intoforest text { display: block; position: relative; color: #e7e7e7; padding: 30px; margin-top: 210px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; line-height: 180%; font-family: roboto; padding-bottom: 20px; } .intoforest lyrics { position: absolute; color: #d3e0e5; font-family: overpass; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: 800; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 10px; width: 150px; line-height: 200%; padding: 20px; } .intoforest tag { display: block; margin: 20px auto; padding: 10px; font-family: overpass; text-transform: uppercase; border: 1px solid #d3e0e5; background: rgba(255,255,255,0.2); font-size: 10px; font-weight: 800; letter-spacing: 5px; text-align: center; color: white; } Runnin Runnin Runnin from my heart She tisked at the fact he was going to face that madman and shook her head. She remembered the state Brecken was in - he shouldn't have been even out of bed, but the stubborn man was trying to provide for everyone under his care, like a decent human being. Her and Lena both had tried convincing him to stay in bed, or to at least take it easy, but the man hadn't listened. "Yeah, I know the state Brecken's in. I was helping Lena take care of him when he stumbled his way in." She dug out her own valuables to sell that she'd found, accepting the currency in turn before handing some back in exchange for what she needed. She took a moment to calm her frantic heart. She didn't want Kyle going, least of all on his own, but what was she supposed to do? Lil paused and looked up at Kyle as a thought struck her, "did you get the anti-seizure meds Lena asked for from Gazi, by the way? Or have you not done that yet?" They really needed those for their fearless leader. She tucked her things away, waiting to put her pack back on while she waited his answer. An idea was forming in her head, since she had an inkling on what half the folks gathered around wanted. Some of them would need more then one set of hands to bring back the supplies. "I can run it up to Lena if you'd rather not deal with her right now?" MONTY
  21. .lucien { position: relative; height: auto; margin: 10px auto 0px; background: #1C1C1C; width: 510px; text-align: center; border-radius: 10px; border: 3px double #c0392b;} .lucientext { text-align: justify; line-height: 100%; font-size: 16px; width: 420px; padding: 10px; font-family: times; color: #8395a7; border-radius: 10px; margin-top: 0%; margin-left: 40px; } .lucienlyrics { text-align: center; line-height: 100%; font-size: 33px; width: 510px; padding-top: 20px; font-family: times; font-style: italic; color: #8395a7; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 0px; margin-top: 5%; margin-left: 0px; letter-spacing: 1px; } .luciennotes { font-family: times; font-style: italic; font-size: 13px; color: #8395a7; letter-spacing:5px; line-height:100%; opacity: 0.7; text-align: center; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 10px;} .lucienpic1 { width: 200px; margin-top: -27%; margin-left: 60%;} .lucienpic2 { width: 200px; margin-top: -65%; margin-left: -3%;} I'm in the dark, looking for light He was glad that Lil was there to shoo them off, at least temporarily. While he was glad to help, it was more than a bit overwhelming when everyone tried to get his attention at the same time. He supposed she was right though - with Spike vouching for him now, others would want their things dealt with as well and from what he was gathering there were few too few scouts to handle it. The shift of her expression when he mentioned Rais had him on high alert. So far everyone was either scared of him, hated him, or both it seemed. Definitely not somebody to underestimate. "Believe me, if I could get away without having to deal with him, I would. But Brecken's getting desperate. Our antizin stocks are very low, his airdrop was stolen after he took a beating, and then the two I went after last night were a bust too. Rais' goons got to the first one and the second had a few basic supplies." Crane gave a helpless shrug. "It was either me going or Brecken himself going, and I couldn't let him go when they know him so well." He glanced back out the door at the impatient faces waiting for him there. Great. "Almost done here, then I can see what everyone wants." ~ notes ~ Tag: @The Write One Elyon©
  22. @import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Dancing+Script&family=Libre+Baskerville&family=Poppins:wght@200&family=Sanchez&display=swap'); .kiwi {width: 560px; margin: 30px auto; background-color: #683D3D; padding: 20px; border-radius: 12px; } .kiwi-img {text-align: left; } .kiwi-img img { width: 340px; height: 340px; background-color: #491F1F; opacity: 0.4; margin: -20px; border-radius: 15px 155px 175px 160px; object-fit: cover; -webkit-mask-image: linear-gradient(to left, transparent 0%, black 100%); } .kiwititle {text-align: right; width: 510px; font-size: 25px; font-family: 'Dancing Script', cursive; color: #ffff; opacity: 0.7; position: relative; right: 15px; bottom: 170px; } .kiwiquote {text-align: right; width: 240px; font-size: 11px; text-transform: lowercase; line-height: 1.0; font-family: 'Poppins', sans-serif; color: #E0A3A3; opacity: 0.7; position: relative; left: 255px; bottom: 143px; } .kiwitext {width: 500px; font: 13px 'Sanchez', serif; text-indent: 40px; color: #ffffff; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; left: 20px; } .kiwitext b { background:#1E0D0D!important;color:#ffffff!important;padding: 2px 3px!important;margin-right:5px!important;border-radius:5px!important;font:700 13px Sanchez!important;line-height:20px!important;margin-bottom:5px!important; } .kiwitext pe { background:#1E0D0D!important;color:#ffffff!important;padding: 1px 3px!important;margin-right:5px!important;border-radius:5px!important;font:700 14px Sanchez!important;line-height:20px!important;margin-bottom:5px!important; } .kiwitext oth { color:#fafafa; font-size: 14px; font-style: bold; } .kiwitext i { color:#dddddd; font-size: 14px; font-style: italic; } .kiwitext a { color:#fafafa;font:700 10px quicksand;line-height:0px;margin-bottom:10px!important;text-transform:uppercase!important; } .kiwinote {width: 200px; font: 13px 'Dancing Script', cursive; color: #683D3D; text-align: left; position: relative; left: 0px; top: 35px; } .kiwinote a { color:#1E0D0D;font:700 10px quicksand;line-height:0px;margin-bottom:10px!important;text-transform:uppercase!important; } Descent into Madness I feel it deep within It's just beneath the skin I must confess That I feel like a monster I hate what I've become The nightmare's just begun The last thing that Kyle expected after he'd collapsed was to be hoisted up by the woman who he'd just terrified. She seemed to have realized what he'd been trying to do though, and was responding in kind, getting him away from all the painful lights. As he was hauled further into the room where the bed and shelf were for sleeping and crafting, he relaxed. The innermost room didn't have the UVs, as all the windows and the whole of the bottom floor were bathed in the painful beams. His heartrate started to slow some, his breathing becoming more even, and he managed to get his feet under him, to help her navigate to somewhere for them to sit and talk. Now that they were truly safe, and he was essentially trapped there until closer to sunset, he knew there would likely be even more they had to tackle. "Thanks," he croaked, wincing at how rough his voice sounded now. That damned light did a number on him, the UVs even more. He glanced around the safehouse, hoping it was one of the more well maintained ones, and as luck would have it - it was. Seemed the location was handy for many of the survivors left. He just hoped that nobody tried to stop by today. "So... what now?" This is for Jade Aldemir.
  23. .intoforest { position: relative; margin: 20px auto 0px; background: #606060; height: auto; padding: 40px; width: 480px; min-height: 300px; } .intoforest img { position: absolute; height: 250px; width: 480px; object-fit: cover; left: 0px; top: 0px; filter: grayscale(100%) contrast(30%); } .ifoutline { position: relative; min-height: 300px; width: 400px; border: 1px solid #d3e0e5; } .intoforest text { display: block; position: relative; color: #e7e7e7; padding: 30px; margin-top: 210px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; line-height: 180%; font-family: roboto; padding-bottom: 20px; } .intoforest lyrics { position: absolute; color: #d3e0e5; font-family: overpass; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: 800; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 10px; width: 150px; line-height: 200%; padding: 20px; } .intoforest tag { display: block; margin: 20px auto; padding: 10px; font-family: overpass; text-transform: uppercase; border: 1px solid #d3e0e5; background: rgba(255,255,255,0.2); font-size: 10px; font-weight: 800; letter-spacing: 5px; text-align: center; color: white; } Runnin Runnin Runnin from my heart Almost as soon as they stepped into the hallway that led to the shop, Crane was swamped with requests and as she looked around, Lil could see others ruminating over something or other - probably with problems that needed dealt with but they had no way to do it themselves. She threw her hands up and waved them to get people's attention. "Guys! We just got back! Give Crane a minute to offload what he's got!" She highly doubted many were going to listen to her, but it was worth a shot. The small woman grabbed Crane's hand and tugged him over to the shop keep so he could do what he needed befores he turned back to him and their conversation. "You've proven capable, and from what I heard, Spike's vouched for you, and since he's backed you, a lot of people are gonna want your help too... so you're gonna be busy for a while yet." Lil wished others thought her that capable, but her size and lack of memory made it near impossible for some to want her to leave the tower. They, herself included, had no idea what she could and couldn't do, but that deep down, rooted in her soul need to help gnawed at her, not letting her sit still and listen to those that worried about her. When Rais was mentioned, her face went pale and her body stiffened. "Rais is a bad, bad man, Kyle. What the hell are you needing to do that involves anything relating to that monster in a human skin?" Strong words, and she meant every single one of them as she met his eyes full on. Despite her not remembering much if anything, the intelligence and compassion and concern for this man she just met not even a half hour earlier were clear in terra cotta colored eyes. Of course, she had no idea that they had shifted to a more reddish color - when she looked in the mirror, she saw sunken, tired hazel or brown eyes with sometimes a hint of green sprinkled in for variety. MONTY
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  25. @import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Dancing+Script&family=Libre+Baskerville&family=Poppins:wght@200&family=Sanchez&display=swap'); .kiwi {width: 560px; margin: 30px auto; background-color: #683D3D; padding: 20px; border-radius: 12px; } .kiwi-img {text-align: left; } .kiwi-img img { width: 340px; height: 340px; background-color: #491F1F; opacity: 0.4; margin: -20px; border-radius: 15px 155px 175px 160px; object-fit: cover; -webkit-mask-image: linear-gradient(to left, transparent 0%, black 100%); } .kiwititle {text-align: right; width: 510px; font-size: 25px; font-family: 'Dancing Script', cursive; color: #ffff; opacity: 0.7; position: relative; right: 15px; bottom: 170px; } .kiwiquote {text-align: right; width: 240px; font-size: 11px; text-transform: lowercase; line-height: 1.0; font-family: 'Poppins', sans-serif; color: #E0A3A3; opacity: 0.7; position: relative; left: 255px; bottom: 143px; } .kiwitext {width: 500px; font: 13px 'Sanchez', serif; text-indent: 40px; color: #ffffff; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; left: 20px; } .kiwitext b { background:#1E0D0D!important;color:#ffffff!important;padding: 2px 3px!important;margin-right:5px!important;border-radius:5px!important;font:700 13px Sanchez!important;line-height:20px!important;margin-bottom:5px!important; } .kiwitext pe { background:#1E0D0D!important;color:#ffffff!important;padding: 1px 3px!important;margin-right:5px!important;border-radius:5px!important;font:700 14px Sanchez!important;line-height:20px!important;margin-bottom:5px!important; } .kiwitext oth { color:#fafafa; font-size: 14px; font-style: bold; } .kiwitext i { color:#dddddd; font-size: 14px; font-style: italic; } .kiwitext a { color:#fafafa;font:700 10px quicksand;line-height:0px;margin-bottom:10px!important;text-transform:uppercase!important; } .kiwinote {width: 200px; font: 13px 'Dancing Script', cursive; color: #683D3D; text-align: left; position: relative; left: 0px; top: 35px; } .kiwinote a { color:#1E0D0D;font:700 10px quicksand;line-height:0px;margin-bottom:10px!important;text-transform:uppercase!important; } Descent into Madness I feel it deep within It's just beneath the skin I must confess That I feel like a monster I hate what I've become The nightmare's just begun As he'd moved he'd felt somewhat guilty for grabbing her so suddenly. The cursing wasn't unexpected or undeserved, nor was her reverting to his last name. Her movements as she clamped hands over her ears had him cutting off another howl in a strangled sound that died entirely as he forced himself to go utterly silent. If they'd had more time he'd have gone about things differently, but with the swift approach of the virals and the damnable demolisher right behind them, he'd not wanted to risk her. She was alive, and he was determined to keep her that way - and unchanged - if at all possible. He released his grip on the building he'd used to propel them further forward and up, giving them a moment of hang and then freefall before his tentacle shot out again, gripping onto the rooftop and yanking them into the covered terrace area, which was full of UV lights guarding the entrance. He knew the windows and anywhere a volatile might be able to get in would also be covered, but he'd deal with that if he couldn't find anywhere not bathed in the painful light. Stumbling, he let her down, then staggered and collapsed to his hands and knees, chest heaving with painful gasping breathes that hissed a bit more than he would have liked, had he been aware of it. After a moment, he clawed his way inside and past the first room where more lights awaited him, hiding just past the archway leading to the second 'room' where the sleeping mat and radio had been laid out for whoever used the place. He remembered setting this one up now, though he wasn't entirely interested in seeing if all levels were clear currently. The lights were still on so he assumed they were. The lowest floor was blocked off, so there was no real way into the place from the ground. Kyle wanted to cover his face and arms more than ever, but the tenderness and slight smell of singed flesh told him he'd not healed enough yet and the material directly on that was likely to cause him more agony, and offer no real protection. He stayed huddled on the ground, half collapsed where he'd landed, a low pained moan slipping past his guard. But she was safe. That's what mattered. "Sorry..." God, he sounded terrible now. This is for Jade Aldemir.
  26. .lucien { position: relative; height: auto; margin: 10px auto 0px; background: #1C1C1C; width: 510px; text-align: center; border-radius: 10px; border: 3px double #c0392b;} .lucientext { text-align: justify; line-height: 100%; font-size: 16px; width: 420px; padding: 10px; font-family: times; color: #8395a7; border-radius: 10px; margin-top: 0%; margin-left: 40px; } .lucienlyrics { text-align: center; line-height: 100%; font-size: 33px; width: 510px; padding-top: 20px; font-family: times; font-style: italic; color: #8395a7; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 0px; margin-top: 5%; margin-left: 0px; letter-spacing: 1px; } .luciennotes { font-family: times; font-style: italic; font-size: 13px; color: #8395a7; letter-spacing:5px; line-height:100%; opacity: 0.7; text-align: center; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 10px;} .lucienpic1 { width: 200px; margin-top: -27%; margin-left: 60%;} .lucienpic2 { width: 200px; margin-top: -65%; margin-left: -3%;} I'm in the dark, looking for light Crane shrugged. "There's a couple things I'd like. Kinda hoping for some electronics so I can rig some of my weapons up with shocks. Shit for molotovs wouldn't be bad either though. Mostly I just need to top off rations, bullets, and maybe get some more batteries for the radios." Seemed like he'd just been overlooked when he first stepped back in the tower because good God, so many demands and he'd barely gotten in the first doorway to the store. He waved at those trying to get his attention already, indicating he'd be with them in a minute. "Uh. Looks like I might have requests for errands after this. You want me to head up and see if I can help up there as well? I gotta swing by anyway and drop off a few of the things I found while out, then I gotta go see about this Rais guy. He really that bad?" ~ notes ~ Tag: @The Write One Elyon©
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