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[maxparkhurst]

A Toxicologist in Waiting

An ivory colored envelope, blank of any markings aside from the Alliance Lion Head sealing it shut in cooled blue wax. Delivered by on Sarida Evensky straight to the hands of Maxinora Parkhurst on behalf of Director Kat Hawke the morning following their conversation in the harbor.

Seven pages. Each one a wall of text and legalese, though nothing they had not already discussed the night prior. A standard nondisclosure agreement outlining roles and responsibilities, along with consequences should one breach their contract. Payment details, a generous sum, deposited directly into a bank deposit box in the elder sibling’s name.

A single line on the final page for only one signature and date.

Sometimes we make deals with the devil not because we want to, but because someone else will.

*** Max sank into the plush armchair, expelling the day’s woes in a single sigh. The apartment was dark and dusty, lined with a layer of comforting silence. Tendrils of smoke drifted from the slumbering hearth. It was starting to feel like home; or as close to home as she would allow. 

Her cheek fell on the back of her knuckles, gaze drifting to the side table. There, a dense pamphlet lay in anticipation. All seven pages read and digested. It was inexplicably dry. And yet, she penned her name on the dotted line- Maxinora Parkhurst. A name hardly worth its weight with how often it appeared on contracts.  

“Gilded cages…” she mused, gaze searching the rafters. The shadows above appeared darker for the hearth’s presence. Warmer.  A sight welcomed over that of an open sky. How things never change… 

Max slid further into the chair’s embrace. Fished from her pocket a vintage tin. Inside, a row of rolled cigarettes and a matchbook. She stuck a single vice between her teeth, chewing on the pipe for a prolonged moment. “Augustine,” she finally called, fumbling to strike a match, “Could you fetch me an envelope and my wax stamp, please?” Come the following morning, the contract would find its way back to the original sender. Sealed with the Parkhurst emblem, it smelled heavily of alchemical ash and smoke. And written in the margin was the Alchemist’s precise script: “A pleasure to be doing business with you.” 

( @kat-hawke )

[florainkingdom]

"I'm headed out," Fazzi said, passing by Valente as she walked down the hallway. Only mentioning it since she was passing by the avian, also knowing he'd bug her about what she was up to.

"My, so hasty my dear friend. Why don't I tag along?" Valente asked, catching up to Fazzi and walking alongside her. "After all, you hardly take a break, and I'm sure even you have limits despite your talents. Besides, I'm sure whatever you're doing will be fun." The avian schedule was cleared at the moment.

"I doubt it. I have to visit mother today." Fazzi never so much as turned to face Valente, though was sure what his reaction was. "What is it she always yapps on about? Something about coldest ice and hot fire?" The sheep honestly never listened.

"I believe it was the coldest ice can burn more than the hottest flame. A somewhat true statement to some degree since ice doesn't burn away whatever it touches." Valente was well away Fazzi's mother can be a bit... much when it came to fire users. "Well, give her my best wishes," the avian said, finally letting the sheep walk away.

"Doubt she'll accept it, though I'll think about bringing it up," Fazzi said before teleporting away. The sheep now walking on a path surrounded by a large wheat field. In the distance a large town could be seen with a large wooden wall surrounding it as she made her way to it.

Fazzi soon enough began walking up to the gate, easily getting the attention of the guards at the door who simply used their magic to open it and letting her walk in. It was a peaceful town with various people out and about. Guards patrolling, people talking, and even kids playing.

It wouldn't take long before anyone in Fazzi's way swiftly moved, letting her pass freely through the town before resuming the various activities. The large sheep only stopping as a ball came across her path. She leaned down, picking it up before spinning it on her hoof a bit followed by rolling it out of the way and resumed her walking.

After walking through the town Fazzi soon reached a house which resides at the middle of it, walking up and entering said out. The sheep would remove her hat, placing it on a rack. It was noticeably cold, obvious by the fact she could see her own breath.

Fazzi made her way through the house, passing various empty rooms as the only sound was her hoofs walking upon the wooden floors. Soon enough the sheep was in front of a large iron door, pushing it open without much effort. She now stood in a large room empty room, save for a smaller sheep who sat crisscross in front of a floor table. She too wore a heavy blue coat.

"You're late." The other spoke up, her voice on the deeper end, though also a bit soft. "Sit," she said, motioning to the other side of the table.

Fazzi would simply walk over, sitting crisscross in the spot the other directed. The sheep then looked down at the table, seeing two bowls, two spoons, and a large pot of soup in the middle of the table. "Smells like chilled beet carrot soup. I assume it's cold?" She asked, now looking at the other.

"Were you expecting anything else? Our bloodline has developed the most powerful ice and frost techniques since separating from the Gods. Cold foods are tradition as are our techniques." She'd then use her magic to fill both bowls. "Eat," the smaller sheep said, picking up her bowl and spoon, taking a sip the soup.

Fazzi did the same, yet seemingly disliked the taste of it. "Could do with some seasoning." The sheep almost forgot how bland the family recipes were. Supposed she had grown accustomed to the various food stands and restaurants in Eggton.

"The recipes haven't changed for generations. If you wished for something with seasoning, then perhaps you should've shown up on time and made your addition to the family recipes." Seemed there was a bit of tension.

Fazzi didn't say anything, continuing to drink the soup spoon full by spoon full. The two would do this in silence until both finished their bowls, setting them down and resting the spoon inside.

"Report," the smaller sheep said, waving her hand as everything on the table disappeared.

"Nothing out of the usual in regard to my normal tasks. Keeping the gangs in order, opossums in line, and following Chicadino's commands. As for new information, Queen Kit's portal system is up for travel between new worlds, and everything is now in order. Going to scope out some new ones soon." Fazzi kept it brief like normal.

"I see," the small sheep said, seeming to take a moment to think. "What are your thoughts of the other worlds you've been to? Any notable threats to Chicadino's plans?" She asked, wondering how Fazzi would answer.

"Most are harmless if you ask me. Some might have problems, though Chicadino has already begun making moves to prevent issues. Namely some a few Mobian's I've heard of who could cause annoyances, though I'm confident in my skills to deal with them." Fazzi had only agreed to assist the Darling Family with checking out worlds to get information ahead of others.

"Good, I didn't allow Chicadino to put you in school at Eggton and assist with developing your skillset for him to break his promises. After all, you're the first of our bloodline to be born with a Lucky Star which required some outside training."

"Yes, I'm aware mother. Though Chicadino doesn't make empty promises, that I can assure you. He's one who can be followed and worthy of loyalty." Who better to say than someone who's worked with him for years by this point. "I still detest his employment of opossums, yet he's made use of them."

"Ah, I see. Well, how others in their country conduct business with opossums is of no concern to me. Just keep them in line. Anything else to report?"

"Nothing worth note or that would be cause for concern." Fazzi then seem to be thinking for a moment, something that caught her mother's attention. "Valente sends his best wishes."

"If I recall correctly you were forbidden from mentioning the fire user to me. Do remember that next time before speaking such useless information. Anything else?"

"...No mother, that is all," Fazzi said, seeming to want to push the topic yet she bit her tongue. "Anything else?"

"No, you're dismissed," she said, shooing her away with a hand as she stood up and exited the room though another door on the opposite of the room.

Fazzi would leave just as swiftly, teleporting the second the iron door closed. The sheep now back in Eggton and in the food market. She wasted little time in find a nice soup shop and ordering the hottest and spiciest soup they had.

[skipppppy]

So. About that new episode huh

[pretty-fly-for-a-kite-guy]

"Marionette's going apeshit, a movie they've been waiting years for is finally coming out this year."

[sillys-little-blog]

neapolitan ice cream 🍨 🎀🍼

[the-catboy-minyan]

I will never forgive goyim for taking the word for the group that was literally all about mass murdering 6 million jews in the most horrific genocide in history that wasn't even 100 year ago, and twisting the meaning to be "evil person that is so fascist and evil they're not human anymore" and then turn around and call Jews that.

the Nazi belief is literally that JEWS ARE SUBHUMAN. Jews literally CANNOT be Nazis unless they genuinely see their people and themselves as subhuman and deserving of death.

[ebiebii]

i tried a thing

[emositecc]

They’d be so silly billies!

[rubbarband]

At first Des would tease her pretending to not understand what she wanted to needed, his joke was great, punny. That's what Des does- blame his friends.

He'd notice that blush and snicker at how cute she was being- for a moment he'd watch her but still kindly hold her arms so she didn't fall again. Then she'd ask for uppies, a laugh escaping his lips before he'd put up his hands.

"Alright, Alright." Very needy today aren't we? He'd put both hands around her waist and lift her up to him with ease, face to face. "Heya~" Des would smile once more. "Don't you have wings? someone's getting lazy." Once more he'd tease her a bit but ease up just enjoying the time he was spending with her.

Ugh! What a Clumsy response! She’s just upsetti she was too smol to glomp her hubby.

The faerie pouts, trying to distract from the adorable blush coating her cheeks at her embarrassment.

She bounces cutely on tip-toe, raising her arms up to try (and adorably pathetically fail) and wrap them around Desmond’s neck.

“Up!!” She demands, her pout turning into a pucker of her soft pink lips, begging for a snuggling kiss. 💋

[omen-of-ice]

DEMO || FAQ || PINTEREST

The North has been all that you’ve known your whole life— residing within its icy landscape as part of House Eirlys; Wardens of the North. You’ve never thought you’d one day leave to head south to Vela’thian— the kingdom of the elvhen— much less that you’d head there due to your betrothal with the king himself.

What will await you once you arrive? Is everything as it seems? Or is there something more brewing beneath the surface of the seemingly pristine nation?

Will you find your way back home? Or will you find something, or someone, worth staying for?

Let’s see how your story unfolds…

❄️ Play as the youngest heir to House Eirlys that’s been arranged to be married to the Elven King. Explore the wondrous world of Arlatha and the great elven nation of Vela’thian and its capital Ilyransari! You’ll meet a variety of characters, uncover plots (varying levels of angst), and potentially find love along the way! This game is rated 18+ for depictions of explicit language, alcohol consumption, potential sexual content, violence/blood, and death.

❄️ Customizable MC: name, gender, appearance, sexuality, hobbies, and some skills. (You can choose to not be attracted to men and tell Daeron, the king, this, don’t worry.)

❄️ Bond with your Lycana— a winged wolf that’ll stay with you until death. Customizable: name, gender, and fur color.

❄️ Explore Ilyransari and learn more about the fantastical world of Arlatha!

❄️ Meet a variety of characters— from reclusive dwarves to hotheaded goblins— that’ll bring unique experiences throughout your story.

❄️ Learn more about your own shrouded past and how you came to be where you are now. Will the truth finally set you free?

❄️ Keep in contact with your older brother— Kaladin. He’ll want to know how you’re doing.

❄️ Romance one of characters from your potential betrothed himself— the Elven King— to an orc commander that takes everything a bit too literally or a creature from the depths of the Vesperion Sea. Or maybe someone else will catch your eye.

❄️ Remember, above all else, to have fun!

Daeron [M] — The King — High Elf

The Elven King himself, a man known far and wide for his prowess in battle and resilience in the face of almost insurmountable odds. You’re not sure why he chose you to be his betrothed— after all he must have received hundreds of requests over the years— but you were instructed to not look a gift horse in the mouth; not when an ally like him would help your family and people immeasurably. With a hardened exterior, from years of battle and sacrifice, Daeron isn’t someone that’s easily accessible in the emotional sense, but you can’t help but notice how his eyes begin to soften every time you enter the room. Will something real begin to grow between you?

Daeron stands at around 6’3” (190.5 cm) with a warm beige complexion. Raven black hair falls across his forehead in gentle curls, a delicately crafted crown always situated atop them. His golden eyes, that seem to rival the sun in brilliance, are filled with a cunning intelligence; he has a toned physique, still holding a lithe quality that all elvhen seem to possess.

Larak [M] — The Commander — Orc

Seeing an Orc within Vela’thian is like seeing a starless night; it happens, but it doesn’t make it any less of an odd occurrence. Not after centuries of war between the Elven Nation and the Infernal Plains. Larak, however, seems to have taken his position in stride, ignoring all the looks he receives without a backward glance. After all, what is an orc to do without his clan? Especially one that was well on his way to becoming a chieftain of his own? Will you give him a reason to stay?

Larak stands at around 7’2” (218.44 cm) with a green complexion. Dark auburn locks are shaved on either side of his head, while the rest is kept in a long ponytail that falls down his back. He’s a hulking mass of muscle and brute strength— his most prominent feature, barring his sharp canines, being the twin scars running down his chest that pairs well with the one through his left eyebrow.

Calypso [F] — The Wanderer — Siren

The Vesperion Sea is an anomaly to most within Arlatha; for a creature from its watery depths to appear means one of two things. 1.) Something bad is about to happen. or 2.) It’s a pilgrimage of sorts that a few depth-striders take up every other decade. Meeting Calypso it’s easy to tell which one she is; her general amazement at the world around her being something that’d warm even the most hardened of hearts. With a desire to learn, and an aptitude to do so, she tries to take everything in stride, observing Vela’thian, and it’s inhabitants, with an ardent fervor that would be quite off putting in any other circumstance. Will you uncover things together?

Calypso stands at around 5’1” (154.94 cm) with a dark brown complexion— iridescent blue scales intercepting the expanse of it across her forearms, collarbone, and sparsely across her legs. The sea green of her gaze complements the deep royal blue of her hair beautifully— the voluminous curls falling down to just beneath her shoulders. She has an hourglass figure.

Shanaera [F] — The Spymaster — Dark Fae

The Royal Spymaster within Vela’thian, Shanaera is the longtime friend, and closest advisor, to Daeron. There isn’t much information about the early life of Shanaera— something she’s gone to great lengths to keep that way— and she’s rarely seen enough by the general populace to get a concrete opinion on. Keeping to the shadows, only appearing in court once in a blue moon, and with walls of ice surrounding her, it’s unsurprising why she has the reputation she does. A woman that’s just as deadly with her words as she is with any blade or poison— getting on her bad side isn’t a smart idea… But is it even possible to get on her good one?

Shanaera stands at around 5’11” (180.34 cm) with a sun-kissed complexion. Locks reminiscent of woven sunlight falls down to her hips in a cascade of gentle waves and soft curls— the strands bringing out the luminescent quality of her amethyst colored gaze. Grand wings of iridescent black are situated on her back, giving her elegantly slender body a broader appearance.

Fáelán [M/F] — The Best Friend — Wildling

You met Fáelán when you were ten years old during a winter ride with your family— something you had done dozens of times before— coming across their slight form underneath a snow drift, after your horse almost trampled them, wasn’t something you had been anticipating, but they haven’t left your side ever since. Not even when they had been offered an escort back to the village deep within The Thaeg; an ancient forest that covers over half of The North. You were best friends from that day onward— one never seen without the other. After all of that, should you truly be all that surprised when your self-appointed guard decides to come along to Vela’thian?

Fáelán stands at around 5’8” (172.72 cm) with a light gray complexion. Strands of hair, the color of which reminds you of freshly fallen snow, fall down to just beneath their shoulders in messy waves— usually kept in a intricate braid— pairs well with the deep crimson of their gaze. Their toned body is a far-cry from the scrawny individual they had been when you first met them— an intricate tattoo making a home on their right arm.

Valerian [M/F] — The Exiled Heir — Draconian

Tales of the land across the Vesperion Sea tell of the grand opulence of Edras— home of the draconian; dragon-kin. Valerian isn’t exactly who you’re expecting when imagining the royal family of Edras, but at the same time they seem to fit right in. With a smile that never reaches their eyes fully, a voice that never has to raise to be heard, and a presence that could command a legion, they bring a slew of questions and very little answers. Why were they cast out? Why are they in Vela’thian? And why do they seem to always find themself in your company? Will you be able to uncover any of these answers?

Valerian stands at around 6’6” (198.12 cm) with a fair complexion. Crystalline blue eyes seemingly burn with a fiery intensity— despite their icy coldness— which brings out the argent quality of their silver locks; M!Valerian keeping them down to his shoulders and F!Valerian keeping hers to her mid-back.

[iced-if]

⋆ DEMO: TBA (sory) || FORUM: TBA (follows demo release) ⋆

When a previously-cold case sparks once more, you'll take what you can get.

You live for hockey. The ice is your home. You know it, everyone knows it.

Friends and family back at home often joke about you skating your first steps before walking. Especially your parents—with them being your biggest fans, and the ones who ignited your fire—they were the ones who helped you take both. Even when you're off the ice, your hands fidget for your stick. You itch for the rebound of the puck. You crave the chill of the rink. There is at least some truth to their statements.

That day was supposed to be a celebration, to commemorate the blood, sweat, and tears. You were supposed to end the day with a celebratory dinner after bringing home the win for your school's hockey team, not provide a witness testimony for two dead bodies.

It's been ten years since then. Your dream of winning in the major leagues has dampened. You feel mediocre for a professional, always seeming to be middle-of-the-road with no progress in sight. Everything has just been so stagnant, and you're this close to throwing in the towel altogether. Little did you know, this year's about to be the best in a long time.

Try to stay afloat in the meantime.

Iced is a work of fiction aimed towards mature audiences, and contains themes such as explicit language, substance use, murder, descriptions of murder, sexually suggestive themes, that may be triggering to some. This list is subject to change.

Play as a semi-famous pro hockey athlete, with an immense love for the sport that surpasses none. Probably.

Solve a decades old mystery and finally put all those lost souls to rest, all while finally breaking out of your progress lull to achieve what was once a distant dream. Make your parents proud, and see how far you've come.

Choose your greatest asset, and fatal flaw, on the ice. Will you rank in the top six, or at the bottom of your team, as a center player?

Be the charming stoic, the team's quiet-but-deadly comedian, the fans' favourite haughty Samaritan, and more unique personality combinations to discover.

Become world renowned, or an infamous villain in the hockey world.

A wide range of customization to choose from, that do matter (or an option to randomize everything if ya don't care).

Romance 5 ROs, and get caught in a love triangle between two of them. Or, avoid romance entirely.

Jealousy and drama abound!

Participate in tomfoolery.

Find a family within your new team, or stick to purely colleagues.

Can you juggle the responsibilities of a professional hockey player, and find the murderer behind it all?

CHARACTER MOODBOARDS

THE SUCCESSOR OF SHERLOCK HOLMES

For a detective, they sure are dense...

HIRAN/HATHAI ANUMAN (m/f) is the one who you've reached through that window of opportunity for, and arguably the most important piece to solving this puzzle.

This disheveled, crabby detective likes to say otherwise, though. With a no-nonsense attitude, Anuman likes to live inconspicuously, using the quietness and mundanity of their life to help balance the crimes they investigate. They prefer staying in their court, picking up cases that helps keep them out of the limelight. With an eye for detail, they mainly use their skills to help determine the tax of their groceries.

As much as they like to keep everyone at an arm's length, there's a hidden part of them that pushes them to ask if you'd like some water, or if you need a break. Which, may be difficult to tell at times.

That mask of indifference and professionalism has a limit. Will you be able to take it off or break it?

THE ENIGMATIC POLITICIAN

Do politicians have the time to be a fan?

KELVIN/KELSEY WEN ZHONG (m/f) is one person you would never have expected to ever meet—especially at a hockey game.

Intertwined by a chance meeting, your first impressions of Zhong don't fall short to the real deal. Intelligent, personable, composed, likeable, they make for the ideal politician. Hell, even the way they carry themselves says important. The words they say make you nod along with them, and leave you agreeing with a new perspective you've never even considered. Unexpectedly, there are times where a spirited enthusiasm exposes itself in the midst of a goal.

You find it impossible to forget the look on their face when they watch a game. An expression so foreign and childlike, but maybe it's because you haven't gotten used to it yet. Although, it fits them more than you expected it to.

And, judging by their reactions, you might just have a new fan.

THE UNSTOPPABLE FORCE

Holy crap they're good. Personality could use some improvement though.

LESTER/LYDIA RAMIREZ (gender locked based on MC) would probably benefit from daily meditation. Although, with how physical hockey can get, one could argue that they've got the perfect temperament.

Unfortunately teammates, Ramirez is quite the character. They burn with a passion so hot and overpowering, it takes up everything they do. It's not an unfamiliar concept—after all, you're here too, but the way they go about it is not giving them the brightest reputation.

They aren't shy about getting physical themselves, making them popular among your fans and despised by the rest of the league—but even they have to acknowledge their skill on the ice. Although, their tendency of getting into fights can cause a bit of a headache for your coach and the team. For Ramirez, winning comes first.

If they're not going to do it, how will you preserve the team dynamic?

THE TOUGHEST LINE OF DEFENSE

Much tougher than you remember, or maybe you hadn't noticed until now.

ELLIOTT/ELLA LAMBERT (gender locked based on MC) was the best defenseman on the team, and the only freshman to make it on.

Back in high school, no one expected the short, scrawny kid to make it on back then, nor blow most of the competition out of the water. Lambert could steal a puck like no other, and weave through bodies as if it were just another warm up. Being a sweet kid with a cheery disposition, and a toothy smile to match, they were someone you wouldn't think would be able to stand getting bodied, and get back up like it was just a small rough-and-tumble.

Not much has changed since then, except for the height. No longer the freshman who admired you with wide eyes, they've grown into an even more skilled player, and an even tougher opponent.

You don't remember a stubborn intensity being there before, but now that you stand face to face, you have a chance of getting more up close and personal than you would have all those years ago.

THE HOTTEST SINGER OF MODERN POP

How the hell do they have a natural tan at this time of year???

CITRUS/CHERRY MOORE (m/f) is the newest pop singer on the scene, and they are crushing the charts with each new release.

Or, at least they should be.

Moore can command a stage with a presence that pulls you in by the collar, and a sound that rocks you to the core. They are charismatic, fun, flirty, and bring a new kind of energy to the table. Yet, here they are, singing their heart out in a dinged out bar, the rest of the patrons too busy wasting away to hear their soul hum.

Underneath all that magic, however, it's clear that the passion in their eyes has dimmed, giving way to cynicism. With long years passed, still living from gig to gig, they feel that the years yet to come will be even longer.

Will you be the one to realize their potential?

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Let me know about any spelling errors, grammatical errors, story inconsistencies, incorrect information/interpretations, coding errors, and choice suggestions/feedback in a google form I haven't implemented yet. Feedback is always appreciated.

Are you ready to shake the world?

[fearless-fisticuffs]

"Jeeeeez. So the "best phighter in Crossroads" took THIS long to show his face? Shame Coil, shame." - @bovine-brawler

“just be happy i even showed up! ‘ve got other things to to besides this, y’know?”

no coil, no you don’t. you’re unemployed.

“whaddya want anyways?”

he propped his elbow on Steam’s shoulder, pretty much using him like an arm rest

[littlebeedreamer]

I don't know about anybody else, but it has been very hot. It is very important to drink water! (heat stroke is not fun,,, trust me!) but... water can be so boring!

so what do you do to remedy this? I have some tips!

🫧 Have a special cup just for water!

Having a special cup just for water might inspire you to remember to drink it! the cup can be anything, a bottle, sippy. I have a big big plastic cup that I put aluminum foil on top of. I then poke a straw in :>

🫧 Use fun ice cubes!

personally water is alot more pleasing to drink when it's ice cold. in itself ice cubes are neat, but you can jazz them up further! In the baking aisle of Walmart, they have molds meant for jellos and stuff you can use for ice cubes! I really wanna get a unicorn shaped tray 𖹭

🫧 Use flavor packets!

not everyone likes plain old water, and that's valid! a way to try and remedy this is to flavor it! There's so many flavoring options. you can get powder, drops, and all that sort. and you can get it sugar free! There's so many options. You can experiment as well to see how much you need to make it taste good to you. Not everyone's gonna want it saturated with artificial flavor, and not everyone is gonna want a drink that's just water with the vaguest touch of flavor. Do what's best for YOU!

thank you so much for reading! Hydration is so important, and in some situations when your body really needs it, soda and juices may not satisfy you in the way you need it to. I had to learn that the hard way, unfortunately, and it's not a fun experience at all! So have fun and stay hydrated, friends! 𖹭❀𖹭❀

[shark-cartin-phighters]

"...Zukie.."

There they are.

-@vigilante-chaos [DARKHEART]

"Dark-" -> He instantly gets up and hurries over to the deity, coughing a little since Zuka was someone who easily got out of breath. "Dark, where in the ever lovin' fuck were ya?! Shank's been lookin' all over for ya and I was told ya went missin'!"

[2knowii222uffer]

The Mage sat in his living room, a long moment of waiting as he closed his eyes the bright flashes of psionic color illuminating his space for a moment. His legs crossed as he sat on the couch breathing out slowly but surely. He had figured this was coming, since they had been shunted onto R's plans.

He breaths out when he hears the knocking all the small amounts of preparation he could partake in drifted away in that moment, he opened his eyes as the door opened itself, he looked significantly worse for ware, hair having grown long and unkempt, eyes sunken in from a lack of sleep, finally the most obvious feature was the mess that was his apartment standardly. Of course he had taken efforts to clean it for R's arrival, but well he didn't fuss. The Mage glanced towards R's illuminated silhouette in the door frame, it reminded him of the screams even now,, he could still hear them distantly. "... 2o. What awful decii2on am ii tryiing to talk you out of thii2 tiime R?"

She extracted herself carefully from D and the very comfortable bed to sneak off to meet with Sollux. If he were to stir, she’d whisper a promise that she’d be back shortly. She wouldn’t be gone long.

She already knew the answer to her questions, but she just wanted to hear an outside opinion on the matter. Well, mostly outside. Hell, he had probably already seen it coming, honestly.

She wasn’t as close with him as she was with the select few others, his personality left much to be desired. It came with the territory, though, so she never truly blamed him. The question she was going to ask, she knew deep down that the answer she was wanting, wouldn’t be the same as the one she was going to receive. But she needed to know. Needed to hear it from someone else.

Yes, she was a seer, but she was getting absolutely nothing. That alone should tell her that it was a bad idea. Probably the worst she’s had yet.

But back to the present, R. This wasn’t the time to be stuck in your head, lady.

She found herself already at Sollux’s door, and she sighed before knocking. Good luck.

@2knowii222uffer

[cantsleep5am]

vanilla mocha regressor board !