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| ( background )OH NO! >:[!!!
1 H4V3 F4LL3N 1NTO 4N UND3RW4T3R BUBBL3 4ND 1 C4N'T G3T OUT.
WH3R3 1S TH3 CL3V3R WH1T3 B4RKB34ST TO R3SCU3 M3?
4 BR4V3 KN1GHT TO WH1SK M3 TO S4F3TY SO 1 M4Y SWOON 4MOUNTS TH4T COULD ONLY B3 D3SCR1B3D 4S TRULY OUTR4G3OUS!
H4H4H4, HON3STLY, 1 KNOW 1 D3S3RV3 4 V4C4T1ON FOR MY S3RV1C3S TO TROLLK1ND FOR 4PPR3H3ND1NG TH4T SCOUNDR3L, BUT TH1S W4S NOT WH4T 1 W4S 3XP3CT1NG.
WOULD 4NYON3 B3 W1LL1NG TO H3LP 4 L4DY OUT 4ND 4NSW3R 4 F3W QU3ST1ONS?( text translation cause wow ) | |
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| [Action; Disciple only]
[It's just like any other day for Darkleer. He's just locked himself away in his room for the most part while Summoner slumbers away on his bed. After his matesprit had been kidnapped by the Highblood, he's been even more reluctant to leave his side.]
[So he simply sits at his workbench, sketching out the designs for the hive next door that they are going to steal expand to.]
[Unfortunately, he has no idea that an oliveblooded cat is slowly making her way to him and shenanigans will happen...]
[Video]
[Some time after those shenanigans, Darkleer appears on the network.]
[A very sheepish Darkleer, as a matter of fact, his hand lowering after giving some of his long hair a firm nervous tug. His shoulders are kind of tense.]
Ahem. So.
[A pause. Suddenly, somewhere from off-screen, a pair of hands start to bat at his arm which only makes him shrink back a bit more. Anyone familiar with Disciple may be able to identify those hands and arms as hers.]
I'm doing it, I'm doing it-! Ngh. [A small sigh.] Is... there anyone who is free today who would like to do something?
...That is out of my respite block.
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| That's much better, but...
[So says a certain young man dressed in stark monochrome, dark hair interrupted by three parallel lines of white running along only one side of his head, as he regards what appears to be a colorful ball -- the sort of toy meant for felines to caper after, once catnip has been placed inside.
Residents of a certain villa may recognize their foyer.
It's looking significantly tidier, or rather like someone had artfully arranged but one side of it, and proceeded to arrange the other side in a spookily precise mirror image. Even various cat toys found scattered around the premises have been doled out to each corner of the foyer in a bilaterally symmetrical fashion.
Someone even went through the trouble of dusting and sweeping. It veritably sparkles. Death the Kid's hair is a little disheveled, in the way of one who had little choice but to let damp hair dry as it would.
Indeed, the young grim reaper had stood there in the plaza since yesterday afternoon waiting to drip-dry, unable to abide by the thought of moving around while his wet clothes insisted on sticking to him, horrifyingly askew. He has standards.]
What do I do? It's almost perfect, but I can't simply place this in one corner.
[This is sort of stressing him out.]
I'll just have to acquire another that matches this precisely! Residents of this house! Where is the nearest market?
[This, while addressing the starfish communicator held in the other hand, until the reaper's golden eyes dart a brief, distressed glance at his own creased (and still uncomfortably damp) suit.]
...No, I should first change into something suitable. But I can't just leave this unfinished!
[Ahh, he can't decide, what should he do? WHAT SHOULD HE DO??? At last, he decides to stow the catnip ball away, and black, crackling tendrils of skull-capped shadow spirits away the toy out of sight.]
First things first--where can I launder and dry my clothing? Don't delay in supplying in answer, this is essential, I'm filthy. - Tags:death the kid, dirk strider, jade harley, john egbert, karkat vantas, kuro, maka albarn, neophyte redglare, rin okumura, sarah zellaby, suguro "bon" ryuuji, yukio okumura
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| [ The video feed turns on, and as soon as an image shows up on-screen, the viewer will notice the the device seems to be falling. It really was to no surprise though, considering the person that picked it up lazily. Amaimon stared at the SFC emptily for a couple seconds, rolling a lollipop on his tongue before raising his arm, which brought his hand onto the viewable content. Said hand, however, was holding up a couple of rather ... inappropriate magazines. How he got a hold of them, no one knew. He probably found them somewhere while doing whatever it is an overpowered hobo does during the day. Still, his eyes were dead locked on the camera before he pointed to the magazines and spoke up. ]
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