"(I think) It reflects our attempts on making the community accept us without having to be naturally perfect.
At least to me."
TEX II Round 1 - Drink P4After the whimsy and picnics of the box room, the danger of the twisting icy paths was rather a cold slap to the face in reminding Fawn Schuh that she was trapped in a labyrinth-tournament within the Underworld. And wanting to get out of this place was plenty of a good reason to obey and trust her impish guide. Although the announcement echoing over the speaker system made the ginger haired girl double-check that trust, if only a little. "What Death said, about following the winners and killing them you know I'm not okay with that, right?"TEX II Round 1 - Drink P4 by MasterKagura
"Sweetling, such behavior is the last thing I'd expect for one such as yourself." Possum perched on her shoulder, tiny tail hooked into the white, water-proof fabric of her winter coat. His red eyes stared steadily ahead, apparently unaffected by the gloom surrounding them.
The ginger girl could barely see the ground before her in the frozen blackness. The sight of her breath as it steamed up before h
TEX II Round 1 - Drink P2When TK was face-to-face once more with her imp, she decided it was best to get straight to the point.TEX II Round 1 - Drink P2 by MasterKagura
"Now," she said pleasantly, "why don't you get out." She held open the door for him with a broad gesture out. "And -- what was it you said? I ought to choose my words more carefully? In that case, let's put it like this: get the hell out of my room, and do not enter again without my permission."
The door slammed behind the imp with a finality that left him cold from more than blood-loss of this Binding. Sadistic satisfaction didn't echo through the Bond, just hung between the imp and Host as if captured by a cobweb of time, left to gradually fade in silence. He would have sighed if anger, disappointment, and betrayal hadn't still roiled within his mortal heart.
Instead Possum decided to be constructive, his fingers spinning his heart's frustrations into threads with which he could work the blackest of magic.
TEX II Round 1 - Drink P1Tray sat on the edge of the mattress with his eyes on the ground and stiff cracking trails down his face. His folded hands trembled between his knees from exhaustion and catharsis that left him empty instead of at peace. He felt inversely leaden and shivery, with limbs and joints that wouldn't budge and insides that trembled like gelatin.TEX II Round 1 - Drink P1 by MasterKagura
The gun sat quietly in the corner where it had been kicked before, back minutes or hours ago when he had the energy and awareness to do so. The dull metal gleamed so nicely in the wan light of a single yellow-bulbed lamp. He carried all the solutions on his person, but he didn't carry the courage with it.
The phone rang again and he paid it no mind. It had long ago fallen off the edge of the bed to rattle around against the cheap wood of the leg. The thing blinked urgently at the edge of his vision and buzzed like a swarm of bees, completely ineffective.
TEXII Round 1 SE: BargainTK shoved her way to the front of the crowd of people, most of whom seemed to have the exact same idea she did. Wayward elbows posed a danger, as did the wayward feet, knives, and -- were those wings? -- other appendages.TEXII Round 1 SE: Bargain by MasterKagura
The voices and sounds of the crowd were uncomfortably hushed for such a large group. What should have been a roar existed instead as a muffled, low-voltage hum, a conversation heard through cotton. Like the grey light that filtered from nowhere in particular, the sound drifted like brackish water.
Tin cut through it in the form of a familiar voice turned metallic. The distorted sound twisted through the crowd, squirming through pairs and swimming above them.
"--just a test," the projected voice said, and a breathless TK stopped in her tracks. "So hang on, kids, we aren't starting just yet. Quit your pushing, nothing to hear here. Just making sure all systems are a go before we get going proper."
|I promise nothing.|