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Jun 19, 2017 1:11:13 GMT -5
Post by seneca on Jun 19, 2017 1:11:13 GMT -5
[attr="class","bang"] [attr="class","bangimg"] [attr="class","bangtext"]Anya needed some time away to distance herself from her usual to break down the events of the Grimace bounty. She had spent a few sleepless nights tossing and turning over whether or not she was truly in love with Saskia. Not to mention what she would do if that were the case. So far, all she had done since then was avoid the woman whenever possible and at the same time, try to keep the conversations brief to lead her away from any misunderstandings. Yes, she was avoiding her, but not that she because she hated Saskia or anything, in fact, it was the exact opposite.
The Slayer let out a dramatic, anguished groan at the string of thoughts. Fuck's sake. She hoped that doing a dungeon would ease her mind away from the mess. She half-considered going in on her own only to be reminded that there was no way for her to clear it if not for Saskia's help last time. Her guildmates were also out of the question. She had no patience to humor them if they wanted to ask about their guild leader's whereabouts. It was almost guaranteed that they would considering the two women were hardly seen alone. This was one of those rare moments.
Anya sighed, glancing towards the door as she kicked up her legs from where she sat, waiting in the dungeon's 'waiting room'. She told herself that all she needed was an extra body. Anyone would do so long as they would show up already. [attr="class","skills"]N/A [attr="class","bangtag"] [1/10] ♦ catharsiseasy mode [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[googlefont=Oswald][newclass=.skills]font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;line-height:15px;color:#666;padding: 10px; border: 1px solid #ccc; text-align: center; width: 300px;[/newclass][newclass=.bang]background-color:#fcfcfc;color:#444;padding:40px;width:350px;border:solid #eee 1px[/newclass][newclass=.bangimg]margin: 0 auto;width:250px;height: 269px;background:url('https://vgy.me/ridOkK.png');margin-top: -10px;position: relative;z-index: 2;[/newclass][newclass=.banglyric]width:200px;margin-top:0px;font-size:20px;text-align:justify;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:Oswald;line-height:27px;position: relative;z-index: 1;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtext]font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;line-height:15px;color:#666;width:325px;text-align:justify;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtext b]color: #555; transition: 0.9s ease; -moz-transition: 0.9s ease; -webkit-transition: 0.9s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtext:hover b]color:#DB7093;[/newclass][newclass=.skills b]color: #555; transition: 0.9s ease; -moz-transition: 0.9s ease; -webkit-transition: 0.9s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtext:hover b]color:#DB7093;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtag]font-size:10px;line-height:12px;text-align:center;color:#888;letter-spacing:1px;width:230px;[/newclass][newclass=.skills:hover b]color:#DB7093;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtag]font-size:10px;line-height:12px;text-align:center;color:#888;letter-spacing:1px;width:230px;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtag span]color:#DB7093;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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Jun 19, 2017 1:24:30 GMT -5
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Jun 19, 2017 1:20:30 GMT -5
Post by catharsis on Jun 19, 2017 1:20:30 GMT -5
 GIVE ME ALL YOUR ENERGY
LOVE ME LIKE AN ENEMY Catharsis could pretend that he had come here since the incident with the Wendigo, but he also liked to pretend he was only in the habit of lying to other people and not to himself. It was a mistake, especially to come alone, but most of the allies he had made were busy and he just couldn't bring himself to risk the look he'd get if he asked Ghost to come along. As long as he didn't run into the Wendigo again, he'd be fine. He just needed someone solid he could rely on to tear through just about any other boss, after all. At least, that had been the plan. The moment he set eyes on the only person waiting in front of the dungeon entrance, the Empath turned heel and started walking away. The last time he'd seen that woman, she'd refused to promise not to hurt him. He would've preferred to run face to face with the fucking Wendigo again. Now, he just had to hope she hadn't seen him, as seemed to have been his constant unanswered prayer just about every time he had run into her since the sandworm incident.
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Jun 19, 2017 1:30:53 GMT -5
Post by seneca on Jun 19, 2017 1:30:53 GMT -5
[attr="class","bang"] [attr="class","bangimg"] [attr="class","bangtext"]Anya jumped to her feet once she heard another player enter the room to accompany her. "About time," she said in a chipper tone. Once she had identified the player, however, it left her with... mixed feelings. It was as if someone was getting a sick enjoyment over their 'fated' meetings. The woman was too tired to complain and like the other times, she braced herself for the catch once she had boldly spoken up. "Come back here," she spoke flatly, "I'm just here to dungeon and I'm sick of waiting around for someone else. So, you'll have to do. I'm not gonna hit you unless you leave me to die again. In that case, I will hit you...hard." She rested a hand on her hip, her eye narrowed at the red-head walking away as if she were completely blind.
"I told you last time not to run away, right? Let's not let that repeat. I'm in a bad mood." Her scowl was clear and her voice a bit more forceful than earlier. It was true as unconvincing as her attitude was; she just wanted to get in and get out. "If it helps, you can help yourself to the loot of shit I kill. I don't really give a fuck." She quirked an eyebrow just hoping that it was enough to bait the man in. If not, she would have to take a bigger risk.
"What's your conditions?" [attr="class","skills"]N/A [attr="class","bangtag"] [ 2/10] ♦ catharsis ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[googlefont=Oswald][newclass=.skills]font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;line-height:15px;color:#666;padding: 10px; border: 1px solid #ccc; text-align: center; width: 300px;[/newclass][newclass=.bang]background-color:#fcfcfc;color:#444;padding:40px;width:350px;border:solid #eee 1px[/newclass][newclass=.bangimg]margin: 0 auto;width:250px;height: 269px;background:url('https://vgy.me/ridOkK.png');margin-top: -10px;position: relative;z-index: 2;[/newclass][newclass=.banglyric]width:200px;margin-top:0px;font-size:20px;text-align:justify;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:Oswald;line-height:27px;position: relative;z-index: 1;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtext]font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;line-height:15px;color:#666;width:325px;text-align:justify;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtext b]color: #555; transition: 0.9s ease; -moz-transition: 0.9s ease; -webkit-transition: 0.9s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtext:hover b]color:#DB7093;[/newclass][newclass=.skills b]color: #555; transition: 0.9s ease; -moz-transition: 0.9s ease; -webkit-transition: 0.9s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtext:hover b]color:#DB7093;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtag]font-size:10px;line-height:12px;text-align:center;color:#888;letter-spacing:1px;width:230px;[/newclass][newclass=.skills:hover b]color:#DB7093;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtag]font-size:10px;line-height:12px;text-align:center;color:#888;letter-spacing:1px;width:230px;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtag span]color:#DB7093;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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Jun 19, 2017 1:50:29 GMT -5
Post by catharsis on Jun 19, 2017 1:50:29 GMT -5
GIVE ME ALL YOUR ENERGY
LOVE ME LIKE AN ENEMY This, specifically, was why Catharsis preferred not to pray. As if by some sick joke, he was immediately busted, stopping in his tracks and raising his hands as if the woman had any kind of gun equipped. Slowly, he turned around, tilting his head to keep a corner of his eye on the woman with suspicion. The last time they had met, he'd potentially figured out something about her he could exploit to maintain some amount of safety, but even he was aware he was playing with fire here. There was a certain threshold of violence he was willing to play with, and Anya had surpassed that the moment she'd literally strangled him. When she threatened to hit him if he ran, he narrowed his eyes, spite flickering in his chest. Raised fingers curled downward as he turned to face her more fully, allowing his arms to lower. The man was still taut like a spring and ready to make a run for it if she moved towards him too quickly, but for now, he was listening. Or at least, she had his attention. "I wouldn't leave you behind. Not here, anyway." He replied in a hollow tone, not quite willing to divulge that he had yet to see a boss room that actually came with an exit, anyway. It was quite possibly the easiest promise he'd made yet, not even having to give it a second thought. The offer of all the claim to the loot had his eyes soften for a moment, a tell if nothing else, but he was quiet. It was an appealing offer to his greedy heart, and yet it was also a gamble. How many times had he come through here with little to none of the mobs aside from the boss dropping anything? It could easily be as good as shooting himself in the foot to agree. When she gave him more reign, he turned his gaze fully to her. He studied her while he hummed a single note that didn't pass his lips, thoughtful. "The loot is a good start," He tested, voice smooth, but did not take one step closer. "But you know what I'd want you to promise." There was no rush of the heat of battle to force him to compromise; he wanted protection, but that did him little good if he wasn't sure if he needed it more from the monsters he faced or the person at his side.
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Jun 19, 2017 2:04:09 GMT -5
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Jun 19, 2017 2:01:57 GMT -5
Post by seneca on Jun 19, 2017 2:01:57 GMT -5
[attr="class","bang"] [attr="class","bangimg"] [attr="class","bangtext"]Anya was like a cat ready to pounce once the man moved. She stared at him intently for any tricks he may try to pull over her. They had this kind of relationship; one that built upon mutual benefits and paranoia. It was hard to believe anything this guy would say, but in her position, she didn't have much of a choice like always. Anya relented when Cat took her up on the offer to negotiate terms, not feeling surprised in the least. It was like him to take an advantage, an opportunity, a safety measure of some sort. Well, whatever.
"Fine. I promise..." she sighed, motioning for the utility to follow her inside. She made sure to send him the invite just before she had opened the creaking doors. "Honestly, I have no idea what you wanted me to promise you. Whatever it is -- deal." Somehow, she felt like she was going to regret that one. Still, she couldn't be bothered to care just yet. There were a pile of other things she needed to worry about first and foremost.
Anya tapped her foot impatiently, staring at the four paths in front of her spiraling downwards into a dark abyss. Well, then. It didn't matter, she was going to slay whatever was in her way. The woman picked a path and went with it, not leaving the choice to Catharsis. A few steps down her chosen path, however, she started to lose sight of her way. The darkness was inky with no source of light to be found as she carefully stepped down another nearly slipping. Yeah, no.
"You got a light?" [attr="class","skills"]N/A [attr="class","bangtag"] [ 3/10] ♦ catharsis ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[googlefont=Oswald][newclass=.skills]font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;line-height:15px;color:#666;padding: 10px; border: 1px solid #ccc; text-align: center; width: 300px;[/newclass][newclass=.bang]background-color:#fcfcfc;color:#444;padding:40px;width:350px;border:solid #eee 1px[/newclass][newclass=.bangimg]margin: 0 auto;width:250px;height: 269px;background:url('https://vgy.me/ridOkK.png');margin-top: -10px;position: relative;z-index: 2;[/newclass][newclass=.banglyric]width:200px;margin-top:0px;font-size:20px;text-align:justify;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:Oswald;line-height:27px;position: relative;z-index: 1;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtext]font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;line-height:15px;color:#666;width:325px;text-align:justify;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtext b]color: #555; transition: 0.9s ease; -moz-transition: 0.9s ease; -webkit-transition: 0.9s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtext:hover b]color:#DB7093;[/newclass][newclass=.skills b]color: #555; transition: 0.9s ease; -moz-transition: 0.9s ease; -webkit-transition: 0.9s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtext:hover b]color:#DB7093;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtag]font-size:10px;line-height:12px;text-align:center;color:#888;letter-spacing:1px;width:230px;[/newclass][newclass=.skills:hover b]color:#DB7093;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtag]font-size:10px;line-height:12px;text-align:center;color:#888;letter-spacing:1px;width:230px;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtag span]color:#DB7093;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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Jun 19, 2017 2:13:48 GMT -5
Post by catharsis on Jun 19, 2017 2:13:48 GMT -5
GIVE ME ALL YOUR ENERGY
LOVE ME LIKE AN ENEMY Catharsis hesitated at the invite, staring at it. If he accepted it, he was in a way accepting whatever events followed in the dungeon. When she spoke next, though, Catharis steepled his fingers in front of his lips and stared after her for a moment with eyes lit up, realizing the exploitable opportunity that had just been offered to him on a silver platter. Well, in that case. He reached forward, accepting the party invite with the touch of just a single finger. A deal was a deal, and so he followed her inside. He even neglected to complain when she chose the path without consulting him for his opinion. There was more than enough to gain for him to put up with some rudeness. When she asked him for a light, he paused before giving a cheery, "Yeah, sure." Pulling up his inventory, he pulled the Faywood Spirit into existence. Holding the owl-rabbit by the scruff of its neck, he set it on his shoulder, glancing around as the tendrils - ears? - lit with a soft purple glow. It wasn't a torch, but his hands were free and that was something. In the same motion, he moved to put Gungnir into his hand, the silver spear light in his hand as he glanced towards her. "Anything else?" He asked, nothing else catching his eye except a yawning darkness up ahead outside of the range of his pet's light.
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Jun 19, 2017 2:25:21 GMT -5
Post by seneca on Jun 19, 2017 2:25:21 GMT -5
[attr="class","bang"] [attr="class","bangimg"] [attr="class","bangtext"]"This place is darker than your damn soul." Anya joked, looking over her shoulder curiously. She had expected him to pull out another high-tech item (that she would've guessed was stolen). In his hands was something...more organic and it brought light into the darkness, keeping it at bay. At a glance, she wasn't sure if she liked it. It was a spliced animal; owl with rabbit and maybe some sort of fairy transmuted together into one abomination. She shot him a look that practically screamed 'really?'
It was useful at least.
"So...is that a pet?" The woman tilted her head at the creature as it sat on Catharsis' shoulder. "You make pets, right? You should make me one." The Slayer beamed, eyebrows raising at Cat. "I'll pay you," she husked, "handsomely." Tapping a finger against her lip, she thought over what animals would make an atrocious pet. "I want something cute," she decided, "I want a one that's like what you have but... a cat mixed with a pygmy goat. I'll give you three hundred coin for it." She held up the universal sign for money right in front of him, waving it.
Was there any better way to cheer herself up?
"Here, let's clap our hands together if it's a deal." [attr="class","skills"]N/A [attr="class","bangtag"][ 4/10] ♦ catharsis ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[googlefont=Oswald][newclass=.skills]font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;line-height:15px;color:#666;padding: 10px; border: 1px solid #ccc; text-align: center; width: 300px;[/newclass][newclass=.bang]background-color:#fcfcfc;color:#444;padding:40px;width:350px;border:solid #eee 1px[/newclass][newclass=.bangimg]margin: 0 auto;width:250px;height: 269px;background:url('https://vgy.me/ridOkK.png');margin-top: -10px;position: relative;z-index: 2;[/newclass][newclass=.banglyric]width:200px;margin-top:0px;font-size:20px;text-align:justify;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:Oswald;line-height:27px;position: relative;z-index: 1;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtext]font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;line-height:15px;color:#666;width:325px;text-align:justify;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtext b]color: #555; transition: 0.9s ease; -moz-transition: 0.9s ease; -webkit-transition: 0.9s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtext:hover b]color:#DB7093;[/newclass][newclass=.skills b]color: #555; transition: 0.9s ease; -moz-transition: 0.9s ease; -webkit-transition: 0.9s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtext:hover b]color:#DB7093;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtag]font-size:10px;line-height:12px;text-align:center;color:#888;letter-spacing:1px;width:230px;[/newclass][newclass=.skills:hover b]color:#DB7093;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtag]font-size:10px;line-height:12px;text-align:center;color:#888;letter-spacing:1px;width:230px;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtag span]color:#DB7093;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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Jun 19, 2017 2:39:55 GMT -5
Post by catharsis on Jun 19, 2017 2:39:55 GMT -5
GIVE ME ALL YOUR ENERGY
LOVE ME LIKE AN ENEMY Catharsis frowned at the accusation against the quality of his soul. He had never done anything wrong, ever, in his entire life. Quite honestly, he was a little bit offended. It wasn't as if he'd ever done anything to her that he thought was worse than had been done to him, after all. The sandworm incident didn't even occur to him as all that bad, given that he had never actually lied to her; it wasn't his fault she had never done her research on what bounties were before meeting him. "I do," He answered when she asked if he made pets, remembering that it was probably listed publicly in his information somewhere. Had she read up on him? He had never given her the same courtesy, aside from memorizing her face and name so as to avoid running into her again. Funny how well that had worked out. He frowned at her when she announced that he should create a pet for her, not even entirely convinced when she had offered to pay him right up until she had added emphasis. It did leave him to consider the fact that money was unimportant enough to her that she had offered him her share of the loot for the dungeon. Perhaps she was well off enough that she didn't need to think about it. When she went on to describe her preferred creation, though, his expression twisted into a scowl and he raised a hand to emphasize his refusal, but he never even finished the syllable of , 'no,' before he heard the amount. A quiet pause overtook him while he considered the amount of money for making one monstrosity. The more he considered it, the more the thought of money won him over. Distracted by that alone, he went ahead and reached for her hand without a second thought. When he swapped places with her, he was left blinking into the darkness with nothing between him and whatever lay ahead to keep him safe, and immediately whirled around to face the woman with a scowl. "You don't understand anything about taking care of a healer, do you?" He protested. "I can't be in front."
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Jun 19, 2017 23:51:18 GMT -5
Post by seneca on Jun 19, 2017 23:51:18 GMT -5
[attr="class","bang"] [attr="class","bangimg"] [attr="class","bangtext"]Anya brought her shoulders up, hands facing outwards to show that she had no idea what he was talking about. "You're the one with the flashlight owl thing. It's fine, it's fine. If anything attacks you, you can tag me in or...." she hummed, "I can just throw my sword at them." Anya flashed a grin, tapping on the handle of her sword. She gave him a wink, waving at him to continue moving down the staircase to wherever they were headed. Aside from pranking him, she was interested in talking with her new, temporary partner who may or may not help her sort out her issues.
It was worth a shot, she decided.
Anya cleared her throat, a little nervous that she had to talk to a stranger -- practically, about her problems. He was the closest thing she had to 'someone' besides Mustang, who, was busy. Despite the Empath's nature, he did seem like he would know a thing or two, at least, would offer her a much needed reality check. He was blunt enough and perhaps, that was what she needed. Someone who would honestly tell her that there was something wrong with her.
"Hey, how do you know if you're in love with someone?"
[attr="class","skills"]N/A [attr="class","bangtag"] [ 5/10] ♦ catharsis ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[googlefont=Oswald][newclass=.skills]font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;line-height:15px;color:#666;padding: 10px; border: 1px solid #ccc; text-align: center; width: 300px;[/newclass][newclass=.bang]background-color:#fcfcfc;color:#444;padding:40px;width:350px;border:solid #eee 1px[/newclass][newclass=.bangimg]margin: 0 auto;width:250px;height: 269px;background:url('https://vgy.me/ridOkK.png');margin-top: -10px;position: relative;z-index: 2;[/newclass][newclass=.banglyric]width:200px;margin-top:0px;font-size:20px;text-align:justify;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:Oswald;line-height:27px;position: relative;z-index: 1;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtext]font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;line-height:15px;color:#666;width:325px;text-align:justify;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtext b]color: #555; transition: 0.9s ease; -moz-transition: 0.9s ease; -webkit-transition: 0.9s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtext:hover b]color:#DB7093;[/newclass][newclass=.skills b]color: #555; transition: 0.9s ease; -moz-transition: 0.9s ease; -webkit-transition: 0.9s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtext:hover b]color:#DB7093;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtag]font-size:10px;line-height:12px;text-align:center;color:#888;letter-spacing:1px;width:230px;[/newclass][newclass=.skills:hover b]color:#DB7093;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtag]font-size:10px;line-height:12px;text-align:center;color:#888;letter-spacing:1px;width:230px;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtag span]color:#DB7093;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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Jun 19, 2017 23:59:18 GMT -5
Post by catharsis on Jun 19, 2017 23:59:18 GMT -5
GIVE ME ALL YOUR ENERGY
LOVE ME LIKE AN ENEMY Catharsis scowled when she pointed out that he had the light source. She could probably see just fine from the front. As far as he was concerned, this had all clearly been a trap and she was trying to get him killed. "You mean you'll throw your sword at me," he protested openly, jabbing an accusatory finger towards her. He should've known this had all sounded too good to be true. All of the loot and any deal he wanted to call on later? Yeah, right. He didn't care how long it took, he was deadset on getting her to change her mind and switch places with him again. No way was he going to bet his life on either her quick reflexes or her willingness to actually save him. He had absolutely no trust in her, and he wouldn't even blink if he learned the feeling was mutual. This had all been a bad idea from the start. All of his stubbornness dissipated the moment she brought up that with him. As if she'd just spouted the magic words, Cat's eyes widened and he turned on his heel. "You know, we really shouldn't just wait around for something to find us in the dark." He said, taking a few quick steps down the path. "Try to keep up, yeah?"
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Jun 20, 2017 0:11:15 GMT -5
Post by seneca on Jun 20, 2017 0:11:15 GMT -5
[attr="class","bang"] [attr="class","bangimg"] [attr="class","bangtext"]Anya frowned at the tone of voice coupled with the finger pointed right at her. Her eye narrowed at the finger, trying her best to hold back her impulse to bite it. It was disrespectful in her eyes even if he had a justified reason for doing so, she didn't care. She stood in place, staring down at this damn bony finger. I told him I wouldn't hit him, but nothing about biting right? The question bounced back and forth in her head as she focused solely on that single impudent sausage. He may be the heir to the throne of hell, but he wasn't special.
The woman let out a throaty rumble almost ready to rip it off before he had turned away. Anya silenced herself immediately, a bit weirded out that he had changed his mind. She let out a deep breath, following him deeper down without questioning it; she had other questions on hand. "You know what love is right? How can you tell if you're in love?" she tried again. Anya was convinced that he had forgotten after having them move along and that was fine, she'd just remind him. "Is there a checklist for that shit? Symptoms and all that?" [attr="class","skills"]N/A [attr="class","bangtag"] [ 6/10] ♦ catharsis ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[googlefont=Oswald][newclass=.skills]font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;line-height:15px;color:#666;padding: 10px; border: 1px solid #ccc; text-align: center; width: 300px;[/newclass][newclass=.bang]background-color:#fcfcfc;color:#444;padding:40px;width:350px;border:solid #eee 1px[/newclass][newclass=.bangimg]margin: 0 auto;width:250px;height: 269px;background:url('https://vgy.me/ridOkK.png');margin-top: -10px;position: relative;z-index: 2;[/newclass][newclass=.banglyric]width:200px;margin-top:0px;font-size:20px;text-align:justify;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:Oswald;line-height:27px;position: relative;z-index: 1;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtext]font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;line-height:15px;color:#666;width:325px;text-align:justify;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtext b]color: #555; transition: 0.9s ease; -moz-transition: 0.9s ease; -webkit-transition: 0.9s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtext:hover b]color:#DB7093;[/newclass][newclass=.skills b]color: #555; transition: 0.9s ease; -moz-transition: 0.9s ease; -webkit-transition: 0.9s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtext:hover b]color:#DB7093;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtag]font-size:10px;line-height:12px;text-align:center;color:#888;letter-spacing:1px;width:230px;[/newclass][newclass=.skills:hover b]color:#DB7093;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtag]font-size:10px;line-height:12px;text-align:center;color:#888;letter-spacing:1px;width:230px;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtag span]color:#DB7093;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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Jun 20, 2017 0:24:47 GMT -5
Post by catharsis on Jun 20, 2017 0:24:47 GMT -5
GIVE ME ALL YOUR ENERGY
LOVE ME LIKE AN ENEMY Cat crossed his arms, trying to find a compromise between letting his long legs carry him a safe distance from the subject and not running too far ahead from the attacker in case of an actual monster lying in wait. His frown just deepened when the woman brought it up again. Either she couldn't read a room, or she was out to torture him. "Look, I know it's not a real thing." He snapped. To him, it was true, at least. And if it wasn't true for others, well, that meant the problem wasn't the rest of the world. He stopped, glaring over his shoulder at the woman while the owl-rabbit perked up on its hind legs, antennae swiveling and casting light in different directions. "I'm not the person to ask, alright? I'm not your therapist." He continued, hoping that drawing the boundary there would leave things at that. At this point, though, he was starting to know better than to actually believe things would go his way.
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Jun 20, 2017 0:42:29 GMT -5
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Jun 20, 2017 0:41:46 GMT -5
Post by seneca on Jun 20, 2017 0:41:46 GMT -5
[attr="class","bang"] [attr="class","bangimg"] [attr="class","bangtext"]Tch.
Anya knew it was too good to be true. This guy was useless outside of bailing her out of sticky situations until he decides to put her into a new one, that is. Still, he did have a point. The woman relented, crossing her arms, pouting to herself the rest of the way down. She didn't buy into his jaded beliefs and despite not having a reason to, she did believe love existed. Maybe not for the likes of him, but it existed for others. It was the only way to explain her recent bodily reactions to the thought of Saskia. Even thinking about her made Anya's cheeks feel hot to the touch.
She continued going down step by step, though lost in her own thoughts. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get the image of the woman's face out of her mind. Specifically, the night that her hand had brushed against the pale woman's cheek. Absentmindedly, Anya traced her fingers over the same place that Saskia had touched her, wandering down to her lips. Could she imagine herself kissing her?
Before she knew it, they were there at the foot of the stairs and accidentally, she had bumped right into Cat. No apologies, she simply glanced up to see a large door similar to the entrance. She whistled, impressed with the find, though clueless on how to enter. Her head tilted to the side, "did you try pushing it open yet?" If he did, she wouldn't have known. The distracting thoughts were at least pushed aside for now so if he had any complaints, he had her full attention.
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Jun 20, 2017 0:52:57 GMT -5
Post by catharsis on Jun 20, 2017 0:52:57 GMT -5
GIVE ME ALL YOUR ENERGY
LOVE ME LIKE AN ENEMY Catharsis winced when Anya ran into him, absently rubbing his shoulder at the point of contact while he continued looking at the door. A game that hooked into their pain receptors was bad enough, but that it had to go so in depth on touch, too, was just unnecessary if it couldn't be filtered. When she asked if he'd tried opening it he snorted, turning to face her with a frown and motioning to himself. "Look at me."It was a valid point as far as he was concerned. The door was large, and made of some kind of heavy material. Game mechanics or not, he doubted he could be the one to push it open if it wasn't some kind of puzzle. "The inscription is probably supposed to be latin, but it's just gibberish. For appearances, I think." Glancing back to it without turning his back to the attacker, he folded his arms in front of himself while the faywood spirit on his shoulder chittered. The echo of the noise distracted him, but he pointed to four orbs around the circular handle on the door. "You think we've gotta press them in order or something?" He asked, not bothering to ask what would happen if they picked wrong. He was, of course, assuming she would know there were probably consequences of some kind, if there was even a puzzle to be solved to begin with.
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Jun 20, 2017 1:03:57 GMT -5
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Jun 20, 2017 1:02:54 GMT -5
Post by seneca on Jun 20, 2017 1:02:54 GMT -5
[attr="class","bang"] [attr="class","bangimg"] [attr="class","bangtext"]Anya leaned in when he had commanded her to look at him. Well, shit. Here she was looking deep into his god damn eyes like a fucking maniac. "Anything else?" she said through clenched teeth. Really? No manners on this one. She didn't pursue her antics when he had turned away to figure out the mysterious door. That was just fine, she told herself. The attacker let out her own snort as the man explained the inscriptions and at the end of it, admitted that there was no point to them. Helpful.
Taking a huge step, Anya stood next to him, eyeing the four orbs that sealed the entrance shut. Man, she hated puzzles. Scratching at her cheek, she squinted at the colors, shrugging. Like hell she would know; there were no clues on any god damn order that she had taken notice of on the way down. "No point in thinking too hard about it, right?" Anya's smirk grew. Like a game of whack-a-mole, Anya had a little fun with the orbs, smashing a fist down on them in a random order before rapidly pushing on them with both hands. No harm in trying. [attr="class","skills"]N/A [attr="class","bangtag"] [ 8/10] ♦ catharsis ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[googlefont=Oswald][newclass=.skills]font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;line-height:15px;color:#666;padding: 10px; border: 1px solid #ccc; text-align: center; width: 300px;[/newclass][newclass=.bang]background-color:#fcfcfc;color:#444;padding:40px;width:350px;border:solid #eee 1px[/newclass][newclass=.bangimg]margin: 0 auto;width:250px;height: 269px;background:url('https://vgy.me/ridOkK.png');margin-top: -10px;position: relative;z-index: 2;[/newclass][newclass=.banglyric]width:200px;margin-top:0px;font-size:20px;text-align:justify;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:Oswald;line-height:27px;position: relative;z-index: 1;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtext]font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;line-height:15px;color:#666;width:325px;text-align:justify;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtext b]color: #555; transition: 0.9s ease; -moz-transition: 0.9s ease; -webkit-transition: 0.9s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtext:hover b]color:#DB7093;[/newclass][newclass=.skills b]color: #555; transition: 0.9s ease; -moz-transition: 0.9s ease; -webkit-transition: 0.9s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtext:hover b]color:#DB7093;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtag]font-size:10px;line-height:12px;text-align:center;color:#888;letter-spacing:1px;width:230px;[/newclass][newclass=.skills:hover b]color:#DB7093;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtag]font-size:10px;line-height:12px;text-align:center;color:#888;letter-spacing:1px;width:230px;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtag span]color:#DB7093;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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