#darkdabbling

[vlaakithswill-a]

i'm sorry... are you speaking to me?

—zevran ask meme: @darkdabbling

"do i look in your direction? do my lips form the shape of your name?" she beckons as harshly as one might to a disobedient dog (that one did not like very much,) whistling through her teeth.

"the rotted stench of your undead thralls bears objection. remove them from camp."

[oflolth]

∗ 35﹕ sender  curls  up  against  receiver  in  their  sleep . for istvan

nonverbal prompts ; @darkdabbling.

" hells, i- " but all that's spoken under his breath. he doesn't make the move to wake her. instead, he settles down again, and considers approaching his trance from a sitting position. this feels not unlike the time a few days before when a cat had curled up in his lap, only then, he'd woken her - and been clawed for his trouble.

he resists the urge to tuck a strand of hair behind liliana's ear, and settles back into peace as he lets her take her rest.

[wildskissed]

Sword of Storms Starters - @darkdabbling mused: ❝ why should i tell you my name? you haven’t told me yours. ❞

Honestly, they brought up a good point and yet it still made Eve furrow her brow as she looked at the other. So many people to happen along on her journey and had she now suddenly forgotten her manners? At the same time, she firmly believed that how you conducted yourself determined the kind of attitude that you got in return.

Not that they had been particularly hostile or rude, but Eve was beginning to be a little more WARY of the people that she ran into. There was no telling whether or not they were going to be friend or foe, and she simply didn't wish to fight right now.

"Eve," she told them with a nod. "I'm from the High Forest, but now I'm here...so who are you?"

[seeasunset]

{Continuing from (x) for: @darkdabbling}

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Perhaps Vasco should have known better. A closer look definitely gave him a clue something about this item isn't right. It's hard to explain it exactly, but something about it - and it could be the details engraved into it or the way it gave him a bad feeling - definitely gave him the thought. That and moving slightly back. His hands moving to his sides, not touching anything else anymore in fear it, too, could be hexed and filled with some kind of magic. Even then, he'll look with his eyes more than with his hands.

❝Is that so? Is there something about you that prevents you from getting cursed or do you cast a spell before you touch anything cursed-related?❞ Question flickered over his tongue in a manner of holding a conversation than asking out of curiosity. Even if the curiosity is faintly heard in his tone. There's a slight sound coming from the back of his throat, though it could be either meant as a sound of annoyance or amusement. Perhaps both from her statement. ❝You don't need to worry about sticky hands around here. As curious as I can be from time to time, I'm not here to pick up every shiny object in my path. I can't say the same about the others, though I could advise them.❞

Even if he may claimed that he will not watch over the rest of the party, he will be. An eagle's eye ready to carefully go over each movement anyone he knew made to ensure they didn't touch what they are not suppose to be touching.

❝Anyways, I never thought to deal with ogres. They must be difficult to deal with.❞

[strvhd]

" i was told we were cut off from the planes walkers. my my my, you must have been extremely creative or extremely naughty to end up in barovia. " strahd's fangs poke out from his top lip. eyeing the necromancer.

" i am the baron. strahd von zarovich. " the baron lazes back dramatically. the music in the symphony of barovia playing the notes a planes walker was not he had expected for this evening. " so tell me, which was it. both? " / @darkdabbling gets a starter.

[parainvestigate]

@darkdabbling liked for a starter

Being a stranger to this land made him susceptible to certain . . . faux pas. Repeating something he had read in a book seemed to have an outward effect on the other that had been quite unintended. Seems he would have to be more careful in the future. ❝Hope I didn't say anything that would offend you too highly.❞

[hxllblazer-a2]

❛  promises are just words, meaningless and easily broken.  ❜ || @darkdabbling

“Y’ know? You coulda just shortened that with ‘Yeah, I don’t trust you’. Would arguably be th’ smartest thing you could say.”

He stopped to light the smoke he had been toying with between his fingers and thought for a moment. Reputation was a hell of a precedence, even the big power heavy players wouldn’t want to fuck around with what he brought to the table. And any other day? John wouldn’t have blamed the lot. Today?

Bit different…

“Really think I give two tits ‘bout what you do? If I had a conscious, I’d be asking a more legal option ‘bout the stones.” John stopped for a moment, taking a long drag. “’sides, I got 5k on me for them. We both know that means a bit more anyways.”

[barovkin]

tova lays in what's left in the amber temple. anna would say they were philosophizing, tova thinks the term agonizing is a better word for it in tova's wretched opinion. they pull themself up to a sitting position as they hear the approach.

" and tell me what business do you have with a barovian walking corpse. " / @darkdabbling gets a starter.

[ravcnguard]

“It’s not gambling to play against someone who’s no good. It’s common sense.“

DISCWORLD / ACCEPTING. / " but a game in which one is guaranteed a win is hardly a game at all. i will not pretend i've never engaged in a fight with little to offer by way of balance, but know that no joy will come of besting an opponent who is not an equal. there is a difference between victory and cruelty, and i will not tolerate the latter. "

[vlaakithswill-a]

"insolence." everything of lae'zel refuses to let the slight pass. to allow the humiliation to go unchecked would be to lower herself. and lae'zel, stranger in a strange land and the bearer of great pride, refuses to be looked down on. her lip curls into a vicious sneer.

"you will clean this," she spits, extending her blade — splattered, like all else, with the rotten muck. "else win the enmity of lae'zel of creche k'liir — a blight from which you will never know peace."

"I don't see why you're upset. I did what you asked." Liliana waves off the concern, batting her eyes innocently. "You didn't specify how you wanted me to be rid of them. But either way, I was nice enough to do it." Deep down this isn't what the other had in mind. To be fair she now has to pick bits from her hair and wash away the splatters from her skin. It was so worth it though. And she would do it again in a heartbeat.

A glance around gives proof that there's not enough chunks to meld into any sort of amalgamation. There are a few stray hands and feet, yet nothing super salvageable. "There's nothing to cleanup except myself. And if you're going to demand I wash your armor you can piss off."

[vlaakithswill-a]

∗ 4o﹕ sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  [ scars / bruises ] .

— nonverbal prompts; @darkdabbling

they've all come crawling back to camp — beaten, haggard, blood crusted in relevant places. lae'zel nurses ribs that feel bruised at the very least, a mind that feels dazed and clouded. it is a rare instinct that makes her want to withdraw to the cover of her tent, like an animal seeking the comfort of its burrow. she emerges by night, hand pressed to her ribs, to sit by the fire.

she seethes a breath in through her teeth unwittingly with the motion. liliana is there already. conversation, always terse, does not come readily. the woman's touch on the outline of a bruise makes lae'zel's eyes narrow. it does not hurt, but she does not trust it.

"negligible injuries. i will recover swiftly." her words are almost defensive.

[oflolth]

❛ being loathsome and lovely in equal measure is probably a talent. somewhere. ❜ for nathbryn

shitty horoscopes ; @darkdabbling.

" bards, " says nathbryn. " and jesters. " she looks up at liliana. " are they not considered by some to be loathsome and lovely in equal measure? though... i suppose one must judge them on a case by case basis. " she wrinkles her nose. she's now, unfortunately, thinking of volo.

[wildskissed]

Sword of Storms Starters - @darkdabbling mused: ❝ i was hoping one look at this sweet face of mine would be enough to persuade you all of my innocence. ❞

Eve finds it sort of funny that such words would come out of their mouth, but at the same time was that a wrong assumption? One could get away with quite a lot with a few well placed doe eyes, and it was because of that, that even Eve sometimes hoped that a particularly SWEET smile or bat of her eyelashes might make all the difference in the world when she needed something.

"There's no denying that you have a remarkable face, but as someone who needs to do the same on occasion, perhaps I am quicker to think the act ingenuine," she admitted, giving her a little smile. "It also begs the question of: what are you trying to get yourself out of?"

After all, while necromancy brought with it a certain amount of CONTROVERSY, they were far too in need these days to be regarding it so. Besides, 'innocence' itself was somewhat of its own much debated topic and Eve wasn't sure it had a place here. Whatever she was doing, Eve didn't feel it was anywhere near her place to judge, so...

[seeasunset]

this is what happens when you don't listen to me.

To be roped in

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❝How can I be sure I can trust you?❞ Despite the small interactions between the two, she never gave him a proper reason to trust her. Maybe by a tiny bit but not enough to listen. Or perhaps he's being stubborn and thought he could manage. Whichever is true is beyond him, quickly leaving his mind.

His gaze leveled out onto her, eyeing her cautiously yet not backing down from the glare being given to him. Although he'll admit that he did go wrong, it didn't mean he's not going to bow his head and let the glare burn into his head. He's not one of those people.

❝My apologies for not listening to you sooner but my point still stands.❞

[missallanea-a]

@darkdabbling : ❛  don't you think you've already done enough damage for one day?  ❜ for ashiok!

"Damage?" The word is spoken carefully, amusement touching into their tone despite not quite making it onto their face. Such a disappointingly simplistic view from the death wielder : they had honestly expected to find a familiar artistry in her, but it seemed she would hold to whatever it was that remained of her morals. What a shame.

"Where my work ends, yours begins. Isn't that right, necromancer...?" Smoke swirls and curls around the pair, black whisps that reach out and attempt to cling to Liliana — to pry deep inside that pretty little head of hers. They are not so foolish as to try anything so blatant. Ashiok prefers fights that they are certain they can win. "I should think you would thank me."

forty random questions

[spiderwarden]

A BIG THANK YOU! TO ALL OF MY MUTUALS FOR HAVING PATIENCE WITH ME AND PUTTING UP WITH MY MADNESS THIS PAST WEEK!

SPECIAL SHOUT OUT TO:

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AND TO ALL OF YOU WHO SHOWED THEIR SUPPORT!!! SORRY IF I MISSED YOU! Thank you for having such patience with me as we all went through this madness! Let's hope our dear friends are released soon as well!