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| The Baka-Slash-Chibi13 Nostalgia line continues! |
| Are you sure this isn't just because you've run out of new ideas? (Nope. :3 Just mixing in the golden oldies with the new and true.) |
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 Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 10:00 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 10:17 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 11:12 pm
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 Larusa nodded, stretching her body. "Yes let's. I'm eager to see the rest of this place." She said, walking to the door and heading down the stairs. She was glad to get off the gloomy topic, even though she was the one that brought it up.
 Arya listened to Sam's poetry, surprised at all the dead souls that hovered at this place. They were all long dead, but Arya could still feel them. "This place sounds wonderful. It must be beautifu..." She was cut off by one of her companions.
"It's not that great. Just some trees and a big building." Grey said, his arms behind his head, looking like the rebel he was, or so he acted. Stitch hit the back of Grey's head.
"Don't be rude! You interrupted Arya and you disrespected Sam and this Institute." Stitch scolded, putting her hands on her hips.
"Yeah, yeah, mom." Grey muttered before Stitch hit him again. He grumbled and shut up.
Clut laughed at Grey and the two engaged in another brawl, Stitch trying to break them up.
Arya stopped moving then and sighed, shaking her head. "Sorry, those three are a handful." She apologized, giving Sam an apologetic look.
 Sumina smirked at Zeda's question. "Yes, but not in the way you want. Not all of them are physically strong like David. I have fun toying with their minds. Their feeble attempts to fight me off are so funny!" She said with a small laugh, looking back at the dragon girl. She saw her chewing on David's fingers. "You could at least wait until we get home. I've already had to stop five people from calling 911." She said, altering the minds of those that they passed, making them not see the severed arm in her arms. |
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 11:36 pm
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 ◦▹❊*◦▹❊*◦▹Sam Summerfall▹◦*❊▹◦*❊▹◦
aka Redemption
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Sing to me of lovely things. Of butterflies and angel wings. . .
Sam was surprised when the three stuffies bounced about, fighting and arguing amongst themselves. It was a sight, to say the least. She had falsely thought that the girl had been controlling them, but these things seemed to hold a life all their own, independent of her thoughts or actions.
Kneeling down, she watched them scuffle a moment before grabbing the one named Grey and lifting him away from the one he was smacking around. He was covered in patchwork fabric, but his original bunny shape belied a more cynical nature.
"It is more than some trees and a building, mr. bunny," she said softly, setting him down again. "This place is a home for those who are lost. A safe retreat for us who are unable to play human to the rest of humanity. Where we can be ourselves without fear of judgment of condemnation."
. . . Then grab my hand and hold me close. Save me from this earthly dose.
Zeda "Dragon" Smith
All that matters in life is survival. . .
"How disappointing," she sighed, letting the gnawed digit slip from her lips, the spit discoloring the flesh as it ate into the inner tissues. "So hard to find toys worth playing with more than once."
Zeda laughed again as she eyed a few of the people they passed. She didn't really care if anyone called. Truth be told, she expected by now the police would be more worried with calls from whoever might finally find the bodies she had left behind. And she was confident that they wouldn't put two and two together, because who would suspect a young girl like her? The mess she left behind would easily make a butcher nauseous.
"Let's just get back before you put me off my food."
. . . But crushing the weak is nice too.
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 11:43 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 12:03 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 12:30 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 12:37 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 12:45 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 12:46 am
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◦▹❊*◦▹❊*◦▹Sam Summerfall▹◦*❊▹◦*❊▹◦
aka Redemption
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Sing to me of lovely things. Of butterflies and angel wings. . .
Sam laughed, her heart light as she proceeded to lead the group inside. This was nice, showing their home to them. Maybe she could ask mistress Jean if she could do it more often, should the need arise.
"Thank Masika for that one," she said, giving credit where it was due. "She can control the wind and her breezes always make the place feel so in tune with nature. I love it too."
. . . Then grab my hand and hold me close. Save me from this earthly dose.
Zeda "Dragon" Smith
All that matters in life is survival. . .
"He isn't dead, yet," she amended as they walked into the dilapidated common room. After the parting kiss she gave him, Zeda wouldn't be surprised if he had a festering hole in his cheek by now. Her bacteria ridden saliva was the worst thing for normal flesh, but it also actively hindered healing.
She silently complied with Sumina's comment, but only because it would have been a waste to let the blood soak into the carpets when she could simply lick it up when she was done. Settling herself on the tiled flooring of the dingy kitchen, she dug firstly into the now purplish leg. Tearing off large chunks of flesh with her teeth, she tilted her head back and swallowed them hole, not wasting time and energy chewing.
. . . But crushing the weak is nice too.
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