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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2021 8:04 am
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The Committee Staff Vampire
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Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2021 4:47 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2021 3:01 pm
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The Committee Staff Vampire
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2022 6:08 am
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2022 1:41 pm
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"Try to knock some sense / Down in my bones / And even though they don't show / The scars aren't so old / And when they go / They let you know
You can't put your arms around a memory / You can't put your arms around a memory / You can't put your arms around a memory / Don't try, don't try"
☆═━┈ xxxx ┈━═☆Hands you a Business Card ❦ Voice Recognition ❦ I'm S-single ❦ My Pad: 1424 Doux District ❦ My Role: Medical Examiner☥≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎☯≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎☥
Was there any greater adrenaline rush than racing down a hill at breakneck speed on a thin board on wheels? Nope, didn’t think so. He kept towards the sidewalk, but he was skating down the street. Sidewalk would have been safer for him perhaps, but trying to dodge all of those pedestrians would have seriously impaired his speed. Typically this kind of stuff was done on a longboard, but he didn’t exactly have one of those and it wasn’t like he was cruising down a mountain. Crouched low on his board, the wind whipped his face despite it being a breezeless day. Had he worn a helmet would he have been more aerodynamic? Oh well, he was going fast enough. He was three-quarters of the way down when he could feel something going wrong. The board wasn’t staying its course like it was supposed to. Before he could figure out what might be going on, a front wheel fell off. The board began to grind to a halt but not before pitching him off at a whopping thirty-three kilometers an hour straight into the middle of the road. For now there wasn’t any traffic in his immediate vicinity, but cars were coming and he wasn’t responding too quick.
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Stiffs: No one ❦ Mood Meter: Depressed █▇▇▇▇▇▇█▇▇▇▇▇▇█ Manic ❦ Wearing: ❦ Out Of Corpses wahmbulance
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"Take the blade away from me / I am a freak, I am afraid that / All the blood escaping me won't end the pain / And I'll be haunting all the lives that cared for me / I died to be the white ghost / Of the man that I was meant to be" |
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2022 7:51 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2022 7:56 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2022 11:19 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2022 10:19 pm
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 `✵.¸¸.✵´¯`✵.¸¸.✵´¯`✵.¸¸.✵´¯`✵.¸¸.✵´☠`✵.¸¸.✵´¯`✵.¸¸.✵´¯`✵.¸¸.✵´¯`✵.¸¸.✵´A Secret Missive ☥ I Am A Drow ☥ My Voice ☥ Home Base: 1110 Etoile District ☥ My Occupation: Potions Cashier◑≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎◐
As the evening red descended upon the horizon, Drizyrr took his leave from work. Someone else would lock up eventually, such a task was above his pay grade apparently. However it mattered little to him, this job was just a means by which he could support his family, he cared no more nor any less for it. He walked at a medium pace, neither strolling nor speed walking, yet for him it was a touch slow. Stifling a yawn, he slid his shades on, thankful he was not heading directly into the setting sun. ”Perhaps I should pick up something for Ceres on my way home? I hate leaving her at home, but we need my paycheck and at least she has the plants to protect her. Though would the plants have a way to contact me if anything happened? I suppose if they called me on the telephone and all I could hear was silence or leaves shaking that would be enough of a sign. Guess I need to talk with them about that.” Never would he have thought that someday he would have to make arrangements with plants about how to get in contact with him, but then again never would he have imagined he’d fall in love with a dryad. ”Might get dinner on the way back as well. It isn’t the most cost efficient option, but I’m worn out and don’t think I have the energy to cook once I get home.” The phantom arm pains had been getting worse of late and it was keeping him up at night, but there was nothing anyone could do about it as far as he was aware and he wasn’t about to worry Ceres over such a trivial matter.
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Comrades: No one ☥ My Status: Engaged to Ceres Calisto ☥ Demeanor: Tired ☥ Pain: ⚕︎⚕︎⚕︎⚕︎⚕︎ ☥ Obviously Obsessed with Ceres: Sorry if it isn’t much. I suck at openers.`✵.¸¸.✵´¯`✵.¸¸.✵´¯`✵.¸¸.✵´¯`✵.¸¸.✵´☠`✵.¸¸.✵´¯`✵.¸¸.✵´¯`✵.¸¸.✵´¯`✵.¸¸.✵´ |
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The Committee Staff Vampire
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2022 9:35 am
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 It was a calm day at Soleil. After an uneventful day he had decided to venture out to get at least some fresh air this day. Lately he hadn’t been very active in the city. Perhaps it was the winter days, which would now slowly leave as spring came closer once more. On the other hand, he didn’t have many friends here he could just visit. Pellumb was one friend, but the highelf didn’t want to interrupt them if they were busy. He would still send them messages of course. Rhun sighed a bit and shivered slightly. It was still cold, especially compared to Saela where he came from. He wrapped his arms around himself over his winter jacket and walked on. He knew roughly where he was, having gotten accustomed to the city by now, but it was definitely harder to track without energies of passerby to rely on for a more detailed overview. Rhun looked around the street, at the faint auras of the foliage nearby hoping he would sense someone wandering like he was. At least in his direct environment. After a short sensing around he noticed movement in energy from one side and he turned his attention in the general direction. Sure enough there was someone walking on the same side as he was. The highelf stopped and stared at the figure ahead. Their aura felt very different from the ones that generally dwelled in Soleil. A signature that would remind Rhun of underground tunnels, or underground work? But an aura mixed with resonance of caves. The young man felt guarded at that moment, because they reminded him of the drow back home as they were too tall to be any of the other humanoid cave dwellers. But even there they were divided in two groups.The evil ones that only cared about their own society and the group that left them that had changed their ways to leave the caves at daytime that preferred co-operation and peace. The second group largely had Rhun’s preference but this one missed the trace of forest he would usually notice from the friendly kind. For a moment the highelf wasn’t sure what to do and his mind was racing about possibilities. They didn’t attack yet, but had they seen him? What group would they be, were they a scout? ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ [Voice Claim : Crystal Exarch]xxx[Profile: Link]
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[With : Drizzyr] xxx
[Thinking : Things] xxx
OOC: Words Words xxx
"Rhun Speaking"
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2022 8:42 pm
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`✵.¸¸.✵´¯`✵.¸¸.✵´¯`✵.¸¸.✵´¯`✵.¸¸.✵´☠`✵.¸¸.✵´¯`✵.¸¸.✵´¯`✵.¸¸.✵´¯`✵.¸¸.✵´A Secret Missive ☥ I Am A Drow ☥ My Voice ☥ Home Base: 1110 Etoile District ☥ My Occupation: Potions Cashier◑≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎◐
A flicker of movement up ahead arrested his attention. It was difficult to make out with the blazing sunset burning his eyes even through the shades, but squinting he could tell it was an elf of some kind, probably high. The figure was motionless now, no doubt having spotted him already. ”He’s being cautious, must be from my realm which means he probably wants me dead. They are known for magic. If I have to fight, I must either silence him or disable his hands, eliminates verbal or somatic components.” All of this flashed through his mind in an instant. His hand slithered over to the sewed up sleeve of his shirt where he had started keeping a spare miniature dagger. He had heard them called “switchblades” here, but no matter what they were called they were small and very convenient. Making sure the elf remained in his periphery, he scanned the area for others as well as escape routes just in case. Feeling as prepared as he would ever be, he took a determined step towards his opponent, a slight swagger to his step to show no fear. ”Do we have a problem here? I have no interest in standing here all day, either let me pass or get your business over with quickly.” he asked in elven, albeit the drow dialect. If only he could switch places with the upstart, then perhaps he could get a clear look at them without the blasted sun in his eyes.
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Comrades: Only a potential enemy ☥ My Status: Engaged to Ceres Calisto ☥ Demeanor: High Alert ☥ Pain: ⚕︎⚕︎⚕︎⚕︎⚕︎ ☥ Obviously Obsessed with Ceres: Sorry it is so short.`✵.¸¸.✵´¯`✵.¸¸.✵´¯`✵.¸¸.✵´¯`✵.¸¸.✵´☠`✵.¸¸.✵´¯`✵.¸¸.✵´¯`✵.¸¸.✵´¯`✵.¸¸.✵´ |
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