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fighting my demons (the urge to move charlie to a multimuse blog)

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ok . tomorrow for realsies. ill be here. i gotta revamp... some stuff. chronic fatigue really does have hands

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" fussy kitty is THAT popular, huh? " she should have guessed, considering how packed the arcades have been as of late, but still. she rubs her hands together for a moment and extended a hand towards her. " know what? let me go first. I bet i can at least get THREE for you. "

"aw..." her resolve falters just a little when it feels like charlie is about to dismiss her efforts. she was really trying to impress her! but when she reveals her idea, well. it wasn't ideal, but it made sense. verene brightens up some and smiles. "you got a deal. but let's still do our best, okay? we don't know if that fussy kitty is still going to be here the next time we come. right now, he has to go home with you!" vee was partial to the diving dolphin series herself, but she already had most of them. the rare and elusive makeup artist was still managing to escape her though and wasn't frequently loaded into the prize piles. she'd prefer it if charlie didn't have to go through the same disappointment.

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charlie was a mix of both anxious and relieved to see a familiar face. not that she kept her love for kitty cards under wraps, but there was something about having people she knew ( aside from those guys ) watching over her shoulder that was... scary. was it because she was afraid that she'd be judged? they'd ask why she did this move instead of that? she's not sure- whatever the case, the victory definitely stroked her ego boosted her confidence, albeit slightly.

" you're giving me wayyyy too much credit, stacia- " she waved her hand a little, offering a gentle chuckle.

" i'm just fighting for second place. i had some pretty bad luck at the beginning and kept drawing a bunch of green cards when there weren't any green cups on the table. i bet that round was rigged, " it was a joke, but the way her opponent looked at her during that game did make her wonder...

" you being here is all that i need. you actually just got here in time for the finals - if i win this round, i'll walk away with a couple of free meal vouchers, and i was just wondering who i was going to use them on... "

after a particularly stressful mission, aside from harassing catching up with either her best friend or caleb, who were both accounted for at the moment, the one thing stacia could count on aside from her unhealthy addiction to crane games was her equally unhealthy addiction to playing kitty cards to alleviate stress. there was some sort of 'unofficial' competition happening at a cafe not too far away from the HUNTERS ASSOCIATION building. being morbidly curious, OF COURSE stacia had to check it out! she could only hope she wasn't TOO late to join and (and sweep the competition) potentially win something....

however, the moment she entered the building, she realized two things: she just missed the registration deadline as sign-ups were officially closed (mannn, there goes her chance to kick some kitty ass), and was that... charlie over there at the corner competing? well, the rules didn't say spectators weren't allowed...

not wanting to both alert her fellow hunter to her presence immediately and to allow her to concentrate on the kitty match (she seems a bit stressed from the ordeal? is she okay?), stacia elects to remain quiet as she lingers a respectful distance from the table but close enough to be able to watch the match. ooo! they're going by advanced kitty card rules. her absolute favorite! man, what a shame she missed her chance... well, that just means she has to support charlie through the rest of this. especially since the huntress just won the match!

she decides to remain quiet for juuust a bit longer, hands clasped behind her back as she leans in a bit, head tilted with a playful smile on her lips (for dramatic effect) to perfectly time the moment charlie realizes she has an audience. surprise attack successful!

"long enough to see you crush that guy, of course." she pauses, mirth dancing in her eyes. "you've signed up for this competition, right? how far along are you? you BETTER be in it to win it, can't expect any less from my fellow UNICORN teammate!"

she pauses as she leans back, glancing around the room as the other inhabitants start rotating between tables, presumably to start gathering for the next round. "i came too late to sign up for it myself, so i'll be your personal cheerleader today." stacia does a fist pump, bursting with energy. kitty cards was her forte, after all, "... i doubt they'll let me help you win, though. BOO."

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she knew tala wasn't exactly the world's biggest fan of reality tv, and honestly, neither was charlie. a lot of the reason she watched this kind of stuff was because it was usually the only interesting show that was on once she got home and tried to find something to watch. it started as a way to unwind, and then she got incredibly invested in one particular show called romance city, and it was all downhill from there.

"that's what i'm saying!" she said a bit too excitedly, sitting up once tala provided her own input on the awful situation between sierra and dante.

"so you saw the way she seemed completely uninterested in anything Dante had to say, right? i mean, he was being really pushy about getting her to watch that one show about robots, even when she tried to change the subject-" she paused, turning her attention back to the TV once the announcements started.

"quick, sit down-" she patted the spot next to her excitedly, making room for her friend.

Tala didn't watch a whole lot of TV, so she relied on Charlie to give her interesting recommendations she probably wouldn't have seen otherwise. They're admittedly not anything she's used to watching but there's something about being a fly on the wall of artificial drama that was seriously addicting so she could see why it was so popular. Besides, she liked having an excuse to gossip about something that was fake and ultimately pretty superficial. It was pretty rare she and Charlie had time to hang out anyway, and Charlie always seemed to light up whenever they watched this.

"I dunno, she didn't really seem like she was having a good time with him." It's just Tala's observation as she shuffles back to her spot on the couch. Arm already reaching out to the bowl of pretzels she so gracefully sat out. "I'm not too crazy about Dante either." So maybe her own personal bias was to blame but there were certain qualities she didn't necessarily connect with and Dante had like four. "If I were her, I'd keep looking. What do you think?"

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good news and bad news

the bad news is that because life has no concept of giving me a goddamn break, i had a sudden medical emergency and i am currently in a lot of physical pain. i'm fine now, i have appointments set up this week to take care of it, but activity is going to stay slow until that's resolved.

the good news is i managed to clear out my drafts! they're all queue'd up to post tomorrow, so i managed to at least get caught up with them. i also will do some more replies tomorrow.

thank you again for your patience. it's been a rough time.

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also im fighting my demons (the urge to revamp a multimuse blog)

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ᴛᴡɪᴛᴛᴇʀ: @//ng_a10

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okay hi

im so sorry for suddenly falling off of the face of the earth. this weekend... was rough, and that's putting it extremely lightly. i kind of got lost in the games sauce to get my mind off of it.

for realsies this time i'll get caught up tomorrow. sorry for the delays, life just keeps coming at me fast. thank you everyone for your patience.

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It was a headache at first. And then the itching—oh the itching! She clawed at her head relentlessly, to no avail. Something other than relief sprouted beneath her fingertips.

But her pain was soothed instead of scorned, her horns met with kindness instead of a knife.

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dare i say this feels like a charlie @ caleb song....

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there's a tiny part of her that wants to say no, but she already knows that madeleine wasn't going to take that as an answer. at this point, charlie was far too exhausted to argue with her, and if it would get these damn papers off of her desk, then she was going to take any help that she could get. she let out a dramatic, defeated sigh, giving madeleine a look of exasperation.

" okay, okay - but you're twisting my arm, " despite her reaction, she said it with the tiniest smile on her face. yeah, she was definitely looking forward to swinging that sword and taking her frustration out on... well, something. maybe madeleine herself, if she was up for it.

" and i kind of need that to be able to knock you down once we're done here, right? "

SHE EYES THE stack of paperwork that charlie still had to go through and hums in contemplation. while she had already gotten a significant portion the pile still looked unfortunately intimidating. her ears perk up when charlie suggests training afterwards - aligning to her brief consideration.

« how about we crunch that time to ten ? i'll lend you a hand. » having two pairs of hands working was surely more efficient ! madeleine pulls the chair of the adjacent desk to swivel next to charlie's, sitting next to her as she blinks at the other hunter.

« you seem to be at wit's end - you seem weary, take a quick break before coming back to tackle the rest. » while the administration portion of their work was perhaps not the most enjoyable to most hunters - madeleine perceived it as a way to continuously brush up on intel and didn't quite mind. « i can help take half of this to get through it faster, the faster we can get out of here and genuinely stretch. »

« i wouldn't want to face you when you're... » madeleine eyes her over once - and smirks. it's an attempt to taunt her, to encourage her to push forward to get through this minute hurdle. « ...at a weakened state of distress... »

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tell me why im suddenly hyperfixating on the tomorrow catch-22 event

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she swore that Sylus liked to test her patience. if not for the fact that she really didn't have the knowledge ( or desire, for that matter ) to put the damn bird back together, she definitely would have gone through with it. alas, Sylus could read her like a book, and despite the fact that she could feel Mephisto's mocking gaze, she resists the urge to smash him.

" At least make him go on a scouting mission or something. Make him do something that's not giving me the middle finger in his bird language. "

❖◇ ▪ ― ❝ You don't need your sword for that, my love. ❞

Perched atop his usual spot, Mephisto is heard cawing in the background behind them— temper risen the moment he catches her glare, he is bickering back with bird speech.

❝ But I'd rather you not— lest you want to be the one to put him back together after. ❞

The woes of being the sole repairman. Sylus will not be responsible for any damage caused.

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maybe one of these days ill sleep an entire night without consistently waking up at 4 in the morning

anyway hi. ill get drafts cleared today for sure