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Jul 6, 2017 19:47:37 GMT -5
Post by charlatan on Jul 6, 2017 19:47:37 GMT -5
[newclass=".eblock"]width:400px; min-height:200px; border-bottom:10px solid #000; background-image:url('http://68.media.tumblr.com/6fd6e5cff5455baf4c01abc4d6107c53/tumblr_inline_mlky7zBQL11r53miq.png');}.etop { background-color:#000; width:400px; height:75px;}.etop3 { background-image:url('http://i.imgur.com/YSR70Pw.png'); width:65px; height:65px; background-position-y:-10px; background-position-x:-30px; position:absolute;margin:5 0 0 300px; border-radius:65px;}.etop4 { color:#fff; position:absolute; margin:20px 0 0 45px; font:20px 'Oswald'; text-transform:lowercase; -webkit-transition: ease 0.7s; -ms-transition: ease 0.7s; -moz-transition: ease 0.7s; -o-transition: ease 0.7s; transition: ease 0.7s;}.econtent { padding:25px; width:300px; font:11px verdana; line-height: 125%; text-align:justify; background-color:#fff; color:#303030;}.enotes { width:300px; height:13px; line-height:50px; font:13px 'Oswald'; color:#fff; position:absolute; text-align:left; opacity:0; margin:26px 0 0 0px; -webkit-transition: ease 0.7s; -ms-transition: ease 0.7s; -moz-transition: ease 0.7s; -o-transition: ease 0.7s; transition: ease 0.7s;}.enotes a { font:13px 'Oswald'; color:#fff;}.etop:hover .enotes{ opacity:1; margin:26px 0 0 45px;}.etop:hover .etop4{ opacity:0; margin:20px 0 0 80px;[/newclass][nospaces] [googlefont=Oswald] [attr="class","eblock"] [attr="class","etop"] [attr="class","etop2"] [attr="class","etop3"] [attr="class","etop4"]❝ no rest for the wicked — [attr="class","econtent"]
arin was sad to see faust go after they had defeated the devourer without an issue (thanks to the asmodeus). truth be told, she found it more to be a shame really. the woman was a monster and one that got the job done without the thief needing to lift a finger to aid her. she couldn't blame her either way; there wasn't much to be had. the only thing she had gotten from that was a hefty sum of coin and nothing else for her troubles. after careful consideration, she decided that another try at the newly opened second floor would be a good idea. why wouldn't it be?
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like before, she stood around in the room bridging the two floors to wait for more players to show. unlike the other waiting room, this one lacked the harsh temperatures and so, she couldn't complain. the only thing she could pick at was the bare room itself providing her with no form of entertainment. the wait was dreadful and was growing even worse as time slowed itself within the tiny space. at this rate, she may as well carve the hours of her stay into the walls.
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Jul 6, 2017 20:04:23 GMT -5
Post by catharsis on Jul 6, 2017 20:04:23 GMT -5
 GIVE ME ALL YOUR ENERGY
LOVE ME LIKE AN ENEMY The fact of the matter was that the longer he spent trying to profit off of floor one, the more likely he was to run into the wendigo again. Really, it felt inevitable unless he stayed back at home - wherever home happened to be that week. Catharsis sighed as he made it into the waiting room for floor two, frowning as he remembered someone had actually cleared the way however long ago. Bravery, honor, for the greater good, boring. He was sure they had had entirely altruistic motives for their endeavor. Not. While the Champions of Frostfall were probably kicking back and enjoying their five minutes of fame, Catharsis had to adjust to the sudden spike in temperature with a frown. It was a welcome relief from the cold, but still, the humidity was heavy even here. He could only imagine how unpleasant the creatures inside such a place were going to be. Glancing up to notice the nearly empty waiting room, Catharsis hesitated. Pulling up her information, he relaxed only when he saw that she was not, in fact, another utility. Then again, who was to say she was even looking for a party. Red eyes glanced at her as he kept a distance, having no interest in seeming imposing. "So, you going to try your luck on floor two, huh?"Honestly, this already sounded like a bad idea.
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Jul 6, 2017 20:26:25 GMT -5
Post by charlatan on Jul 6, 2017 20:26:25 GMT -5
[newclass=".eblock"]width:400px; min-height:200px; border-bottom:10px solid #000; background-image:url('http://68.media.tumblr.com/6fd6e5cff5455baf4c01abc4d6107c53/tumblr_inline_mlky7zBQL11r53miq.png');}.etop { background-color:#000; width:400px; height:75px;}.etop3 { background-image:url('http://i.imgur.com/YSR70Pw.png'); width:65px; height:65px; background-position-y:-10px; background-position-x:-30px; position:absolute;margin:5 0 0 300px; border-radius:65px;}.etop4 { color:#fff; position:absolute; margin:20px 0 0 45px; font:20px 'Oswald'; text-transform:lowercase; -webkit-transition: ease 0.7s; -ms-transition: ease 0.7s; -moz-transition: ease 0.7s; -o-transition: ease 0.7s; transition: ease 0.7s;}.econtent { padding:25px; width:300px; font:11px verdana; line-height: 125%; text-align:justify; background-color:#fff; color:#303030;}.enotes { width:300px; height:13px; line-height:50px; font:13px 'Oswald'; color:#fff; position:absolute; text-align:left; opacity:0; margin:26px 0 0 0px; -webkit-transition: ease 0.7s; -ms-transition: ease 0.7s; -moz-transition: ease 0.7s; -o-transition: ease 0.7s; transition: ease 0.7s;}.enotes a { font:13px 'Oswald'; color:#fff;}.etop:hover .enotes{ opacity:1; margin:26px 0 0 45px;}.etop:hover .etop4{ opacity:0; margin:20px 0 0 80px;[/newclass][nospaces] [googlefont=Oswald] [attr="class","eblock"] [attr="class","etop"] [attr="class","etop2"] [attr="class","etop3"] [attr="class","etop4"]❝ no rest for the wicked — [attr="class","econtent"]
arin's expression was blank when she was greeted with a rather plain question without so much as a proper hello. her face tensed in response and with a pop of her lips, answered curtly, "yes, now are you?" her eyes drifted from the red hair all the way down to the stranger's shoes, making a face at each article of clothing. not that she particularly hated this man's style, in fact, it was better than most, but she would never admit that. it was all done to spite him and if she had a choice, she would choose not to party with someone so serious. there was nothing fun about that.
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rolling her eyes, the attacker decided that she was done waiting and would take this one. if luck was on her side (as it usually was) she would be rid of this player by the end of the dungeon anyways. arin huffed, pulling up the interface to send an invite to one lovely catharsis, the empath, and apparently 'the fallen'. her opinions on this man were poor to begin with and with such a dramatic title, it had hit the very bottom.
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Jul 6, 2017 21:03:32 GMT -5
Post by catharsis on Jul 6, 2017 21:03:32 GMT -5
GIVE ME ALL YOUR ENERGY
LOVE ME LIKE AN ENEMY The woman hadn't even said anything, and yet Catharsis suddenly felt like he hadn't left enough distance between them. He frowned. It wasn't that he wasn't used to people not liking them so much as that he was used to at least earning it first. He squinted at the woman, but no, he would recognize that face if they had met before, and while something about her that he couldn't quite put his finger on did seem familiar, he was still certain they'd never met before. "They said the loot was better for the effort," He answered as he eyed the party invitation, unsure if he'd even accept it with the way she'd been looking at him. "Not sure if they were lying or not yet." That much was true. The fact of the matter was, he still had a chance to turn around and leave. Maybe he could take a day off, see what Ghost was keeping himself busy with. He frowned as time went on and he let a finger move between accept and decline, hitting 'accept' at the last minute. "Don't suppose you have someone else coming?" He asked, not holding out hope if she was inviting him despite clearly not liking him. One day, he'd get a solid party. Maybe there'd even be a defender who wasn't unbearable to be around. A man could have dreams.
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Jul 7, 2017 0:01:42 GMT -5
Post by charlatan on Jul 7, 2017 0:01:42 GMT -5
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"they said," she repeated with heavy emphasis, fingers tapping against her curved lips. the implication spoke for itself, at least, she hoped that the stranger was sharp enough to catch on. the floor was newly opened and with none clearing it thus far, it was fairly obvious that it was nothing but a baseless rumor. she smiled back, pleased to hear that this one wasn't an air head like her last dungeon mate -- unfortunate. she would have to keep this one within her sights.
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"non," she replied. turning on her heel, she walked herself over to the portal with a bounce in her steps. she waited for her new party mate on the other side, displeased with the new floor's theme. it was heavy and humid; moreover, it was without a doubt modeled after some sort of swamp land mixed with a rainforest. oh, she did not like this, not one bit. even the very ground she stood on felt moist and soft causing her to shudder from the strange sensation.
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Jul 7, 2017 0:49:50 GMT -5
Post by catharsis on Jul 7, 2017 0:49:50 GMT -5
GIVE ME ALL YOUR ENERGY
LOVE ME LIKE AN ENEMY So far, most people had either immediatley dismissed him as any other player or been charmed enough not to feel threatened by him. This player, though, was watching him, and it put him even more on edge than usual. None of his usual tricks had done anything to disarm her, and her suspicion felt like grease heavy on his skin. He rolled his eyes at her display of disbelief, giving up the ghost on acting any kind of charming. Folding his arms, he still couldn't place what she reminded him of. Oh, this was going to bother him. He hesitated as she skipped off through the portal without him. This was his last chance to just turn around and leave. He was, quite honestly, considering it. Rumors or not, though, the rewards for risking their lives here were supposed to be good. The problem was, of course, that just being here was doing just that, and he had no intention of dying. Whether or not this woman had already decided he should die, on the other hand, he had no way to be sure. Somehow, he convinced himself to go on ahead and step through the portal, and was hit right in the face with instant regret. He frowned. Humidity was the worst. Glancing around at the jungle before them, he had to admit that this wasn't what he was expecting. Then again, it looked like a place where someone might die. Unlike on floor one, though, he didn't see any one set path. The jungle lay out before them, like a new map, and he couldn't say he enjoyed the freedom of movement. Whatever monsters were waiting out there would be able to come at them from any side. Squinting up at the various trees, it didn't seem like the type of situation Scylla would be able to move through. Even worse. "Ladies first?" He offered with a smile that had little effort behind it. Not too much; he was counting on her seeing right through it, but was hoping to at least get some charge off of her.
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Jul 7, 2017 1:04:14 GMT -5
Post by charlatan on Jul 7, 2017 1:04:14 GMT -5
[newclass=".eblock"]width:400px; min-height:200px; border-bottom:10px solid #000; background-image:url('http://68.media.tumblr.com/6fd6e5cff5455baf4c01abc4d6107c53/tumblr_inline_mlky7zBQL11r53miq.png');}.etop { background-color:#000; width:400px; height:75px;}.etop3 { background-image:url('http://i.imgur.com/YSR70Pw.png'); width:65px; height:65px; background-position-y:-10px; background-position-x:-30px; position:absolute;margin:5 0 0 300px; border-radius:65px;}.etop4 { color:#fff; position:absolute; margin:20px 0 0 45px; font:20px 'Oswald'; text-transform:lowercase; -webkit-transition: ease 0.7s; -ms-transition: ease 0.7s; -moz-transition: ease 0.7s; -o-transition: ease 0.7s; transition: ease 0.7s;}.econtent { padding:25px; width:300px; font:11px verdana; line-height: 125%; text-align:justify; background-color:#fff; color:#303030;}.enotes { width:300px; height:13px; line-height:50px; font:13px 'Oswald'; color:#fff; position:absolute; text-align:left; opacity:0; margin:26px 0 0 0px; -webkit-transition: ease 0.7s; -ms-transition: ease 0.7s; -moz-transition: ease 0.7s; -o-transition: ease 0.7s; transition: ease 0.7s;}.enotes a { font:13px 'Oswald'; color:#fff;}.etop:hover .enotes{ opacity:1; margin:26px 0 0 45px;}.etop:hover .etop4{ opacity:0; margin:20px 0 0 80px;[/newclass][nospaces] [googlefont=Oswald] [attr="class","eblock"] [attr="class","etop"] [attr="class","etop2"] [attr="class","etop3"] [attr="class","etop4"]❝ no rest for the wicked — [attr="class","enotes"] catharsis — quick sand?? [attr="class","econtent"]
she wasn't bothered that he was taking some time to get through the portal, assuming he was simply equipping some items on beforehand. the moment he showed face, she acknowledged it, waving a hand at the room before them. this one was vast and as far as she could see, there was no path. they were on their own in this jungle with no choice, but to pave their way through this blindly. oh, this was going to be more trouble than it was worth already. arin frowned, taking the lead at the mention of 'ladies first'. suddenly the empath learned manners -- fantastic.
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arin stepped with dainty steps fully unconvinced that the ground would hold beneath her. this was going to take them a grand century to make progress. "so," she started, "what does your class do exactly? i can't say that i'm able to take guesses." might as well make some small talk to fill the air. she was curious and with her class' specialty, it was crucial to take note of skills that she could hypothetically use. "i think my own class is self explanatory."
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Jul 7, 2017 1:54:33 GMT -5
Post by catharsis on Jul 7, 2017 1:54:33 GMT -5
GIVE ME ALL YOUR ENERGY
LOVE ME LIKE AN ENEMY Nothing. Cat's smile fell just as quickly as she started moving slower than if she'd been standing still. Right. That wasn't cute at all. At first, he went ahead and followed. After all, this just might mark the second time someone had gone ahead and lead the way, even if she was been cheeky about it. Wasn't this what he had always asked for? Or at least, as close as he might get to it. He blinked when she asked about his class, suspicious when she said her class was as described. What he was suspicious of, he wasn't sure, but the fact that she had handwaved it so quickly left him sure there was something to be suspected. "I'm just a healer, mostly." He said, looking up just in case. Nothing came falling down on them to eat them, so that was a plus. "The more people are around, the more regeneration I have on what's basically my mana." He looked down barely in time to avoid running right into her. Damn, she was going slow. For someone else, that might be fine, but for his long legs, it frustrated him. Sighing, he sidestepped her and walked on forward, looking up ahead just to be safe. It was strange, really, because it didn't feel like he was going down a slope, and yet everything in his view got shorter all of a sudden. Cat froze, glancing down to see he'd stepped right into quicksand. "Of course," He let out in a resigned tone, because of course this would happen to him the one time someone had actually walked in front of him, and the one time he had forgone the courtesy. He could have let her be the one to do this to herself, but no, he just had to be impatient. Of course. Closing his eyes, he let himself dwell on the layered irony of his current situation while he placed a hand over his eyes and let out a long breath of hissed air, not at all confident in the woman's willingness to assist him.
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Jul 7, 2017 9:29:16 GMT -5
Post by charlatan on Jul 7, 2017 9:29:16 GMT -5
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she nodded at the explanation, looking disinterested, but really, was thinking on it. a healer was a nice addition to any party but this one. this meant more effort on her end while this utility would be allowed to sit back and reap the rewards. if only she had known, perhaps, she would've chosen to become a utility as well. at least, until the end of this floor, she could technically become one with the empath's skills. "that's nice," she replied absently.
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arin wasn't surprised when catharsis had walked past her, she was aware of her slug-like pace and paid him no mind nor word. to each their own as they say. she kept her eyes on the ground and looked up only when she had heard him say 'of course', finding him sinking into what looked to be his death. she stopped there, right by the edge just to look at him with amusement as the quick sand started to embrace his legs. if not for his height, she was sure that he would be in a panic, but as of now, they were left with some time to exchange looks.
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the thief smirked, holding up a single finger. she had left him there for a few seconds only to return with an assortment of rocks in her arms. arin plopped herself down on the ground, tossing a small one over the mixture in order to gauge the distance of the quick sand. it hadn't gone far, falling into the quick sand itself. a few attempts in and she had gotten her answer the moment one stone had touched solid ground instead of getting lost in the muck. as per usual, her luck was good and the distance was not far in fact, she was sure that it was possible to leap over without an issue.
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arin looked back at the empath, feigning sympathy before picking up a twig to give catharsis a half-assed attempt at 'helping'. as much as she would've liked to salvage the only party mate she had, there just wasn't any means to do so. not without extending her own hand -- a risky move. "so, got a better idea?"
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Jul 7, 2017 22:59:18 GMT -5
Post by catharsis on Jul 7, 2017 22:59:18 GMT -5
GIVE ME ALL YOUR ENERGY
LOVE ME LIKE AN ENEMY Well, at least one of them was finding this funny. Honestly, he had expected her to just up and leave, but no, she motioned to him before he disappeared. Immediately, he had assumed it to be some joke to keep him either on the edge of his seat or passively waiting for her, and so he dismissed the relevance. Looking above, he was hoping for some low hanging vine he could grab onto, but no. Time wasn't even money at this point, it was life, and so he was so focused on figuring out his own way out that he jumped when Charlatan showed up with a couple of rocks, and ... threw them at the ground to gauge her own safe distance. He could pretend to be surprised, but he didn't bother. Instead, he crossed his arms when she handed him a twig, as if that wold work. He blinked hard at her, eyes rolling from the twig to her face, not even bothering to take it. "Really?" Was all he asked, certain that she'd understand his meaning. They were, it seemed, too alike. Right now, in this moment, that was really unfortunate for him, given that he needed her help. "You want to be on your own in here, against whatever is up ahead?" It was obvious he wasn't about to try to appeal to her better nature; he had just met her, and he had already decided that she didn't have one. Attackers were good, but as a healer he knew that typically they were only ever so good on their own. In a place like this, alone meant she probably wasn't going to be good enough unless she was disgustingly over leveled. She seemed smart enough to be aware of that.
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Jul 8, 2017 0:15:42 GMT -5
Post by charlatan on Jul 8, 2017 0:15:42 GMT -5
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arin's expression was blank when he had the audacity to question her methods. placing a hand on her chest, she looked down at him, sighing heavily. "i see that i am not good enough for you. in that case, i suppose i should leave you be. i'm sorry to have failed you, but there's nothing here that i can use to help you." the thief brightened right after that with a soft laugh, "kidding," she chimed. with a chuckle, she decided to humor the utility's question. "about that, i'm sure that i'll be fine since i am an attacker and one who specializes in evasion of abilities. moreover, with my good luck, i doubt i'd be troubled." dusting off her hands, the thief decided to take her running start, as she attempted to leap over the empath. there was no doubt in her mind that she would make it to the other side only to make the mistake of writing out catharsis prematurely.
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fils de pute
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Jul 8, 2017 0:29:05 GMT -5
Post by catharsis on Jul 8, 2017 0:29:05 GMT -5
GIVE ME ALL YOUR ENERGY
LOVE ME LIKE AN ENEMY Catharsis blinked, staring at her display with a frown, the nervous energy within him growing with each passing moment into barely contained alarm. It wasn't that he was surprised that he was about to be left to die, and not even to a monster at that. Catharsis didn't expect anything good from people as a rule, especially not strangers. Something about the way Charlatan went about doing it, though, just went beyond rubbing salt and lemon in a wound. If the woman had underestimated anything, it was just how petty he was willing to be. When she made the mistake of trying to leap right over him, he reached up without hesitating, grabbing her by the ankles. He wasn't strong, no, but gravity could do most of the work for him here. The moment she had fallen right back into the quicksand with him, he was victorious. Whether she got them out of this mess or died with him, in the heat of the moment either would be good enough for him. That didn't mean he was willing to let himself die, latching onto her the moment she had literally sunk down to his level and not willing to let go easily. He fully expected her to do her worst. "Well look at that." There was a false cheer to his words, a sharpness in the undertone of his words now. "I guess you'd better start caring just a little bit more about how to get out of this mess."
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Jul 8, 2017 0:41:12 GMT -5
Post by charlatan on Jul 8, 2017 0:41:12 GMT -5
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there was no way for her to talk her way around it -- she was stupid. she had made the mistake of being rash and it had costed her. instead of horror, she was confused when she felt the fingers wrap around her ankles. to make things worst, the male had decided to hold her down until they were both up to their chests in quick sand. the sensation was beyond uncomfortable and she was sure that the substance was seeping through her armor. she grimaced, shooting the man responsible for her soon-to-be murder with a dirty look. sure, she was going to let him die -- peacefully -- but now, it was as clear as day. this guy was actually trying to kill her!
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the woman let out a groan once the thickness had taken hold of her arms, resigning her to her fate. there was no use in trying to wriggle her arms free. there was nothing that they could use to pull themselves out and any extra movement would speed up the process. "i hate you," she stated with a hiss. collecting her saliva in the back of her mouth, she attempted to spit at him to drive the point home. "are you pleased with yourself? you should just say your last words now."
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Jul 8, 2017 1:06:28 GMT -5
Post by catharsis on Jul 8, 2017 1:06:28 GMT -5
GIVE ME ALL YOUR ENERGY
LOVE ME LIKE AN ENEMY Well, seemed like she didn't have any tricks up her sleeve. A shame, because this really wasn't how he'd planned to go out, but at least the woman who had been about to leave him to die had to share his fate instead. He raised his chin, more to be smug than because the quicksand was inching up to his neck uncomfortably. Had to say, yet again, he really didn't find himself appreciating "Yes," He answered quickly when she asked if he was satisfied. If his fate was sealed, at least he wasn't dying alone. That counted for something. He wasn't sure what it was, but it was something. He flinched away whens he spat at him, grossed out but not surprised by the venom in her display and words. He had honestly expected a more violent confrontation, but he guessed she just wasn't capable anymore. He was about to come up with something witty and scathing, because why not, when he frowned instead, "Damn it," He swore as the realization sunk in that he still couldn't place what she reminded him of. It really was going to bother him for the rest of his life, it seemed. Now, that. That was unsatisfying. "Gotta say, I wish the company was better quality." He said instead. Anything else that clawed at his throat wasn't something she deserved to hear, even if it wouldn't make it to anyone else. It wouldn't be long now. It was difficult to acknowledge that he was really dying, honestly. Of all of the ways for him to go, he had always assumed it would have been ... more violent. Not that suffocating sounded any better.
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Jul 8, 2017 1:21:33 GMT -5
Post by charlatan on Jul 8, 2017 1:21:33 GMT -5
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"Gotta say, I wish the company was better quality."[break][break] arin looked over at him with a deep frown, head shaking. " this is nice, it seems like we've finally come to an agreement on something." there was a bitter taste in her mouth as time was ticking against her. still, in spite of her impending doom, she felt calm almost satisfied that she was going to die with catharsis. " for my last words, i'd like to say, good riddance." she flashed him a crooked smile, " see you in hell." shutting her eyes tightly, arin held her breath as she felt herself go under. once the quick sand had buried her, she found herself feeling...light? the heaviness of the quick sand was no more. [break][break] cracking one eye open, it was clear that she was neither in heaven nor hell, but still alive in the dungeon. huh, didn't see that one coming. the thief blinked rapidly, speechless at her own luck. [break][break] f1dCHXYf
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