ᅠ𝙄𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 ... 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙣.
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖉
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝒂 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖉
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒊𝒈
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝒕𝒐 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞
ㅤ ㅤㅤ𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮'𝓼 𝓪 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖉
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝒂 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖉
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ᅠ Her tone only caused subtle irritation to the husk before her. Unable to really feel anything. A soft blink as he was waiting for her first move. Her chuckle was rather irritating to him. A soft full quick exhale.
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Reika kept her blade sheathed, though she lowered; her eyeliner matching his own.
"This will be fun, you'll see. I'll get you smiling, if a bit exhausted, once we're done, John~"
ᅠ Her tone only caused subtle irritation to the husk before her. Unable to really feel anything. A soft blink as he was waiting for her first move. Her chuckle was rather irritating to him. A soft full quick exhale.
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ᅠNo killing, that is what irked the hunter. Gripping his fishing spear a bit tighter. Sparking up a deal
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❝ You win you have some blood. I win - I have some of your flesh. Deal? ❞
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ᅠHe stated as he hunched over with his weapon.
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"I would appreciate it, if you did not try and kill me, good ser. Just a friendly spar."
With the request made, she bowed, and assumed a confident stance.
ᅠNo killing, that is what irked the hunter. Gripping his fishing spear a bit tighter. Sparking up a deal
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❝ You win you have some blood. I win - I have some of your flesh. Deal? ❞
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ᅠHe stated as he hunched over with his weapon.
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ᅠThe husk's emotionless gaze remained locked on the other, a soft sigh. A soft shake of his head as the face remained neutral. Before the bleak voice spoke.
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❝ No, you wandered into my woods. ❞
ᅠThe husk's emotionless gaze remained locked on the other, a soft sigh. A soft shake of his head as the face remained neutral. Before the bleak voice spoke.
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❝ No, you wandered into my woods. ❞
❝ Neither am I. Kinda pitiful to claim others to be one. ❞
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❝ I’m not a loser??? ❝⠀
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❝ Loser? Sure you're not talking about yourself? ❞
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❝ Neither am I. Kinda pitiful to claim others to be one. ❞
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❝ Loser? Sure you're not talking about yourself? ❞
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❝ Loser? Sure you're not talking about yourself? ❞
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𝙐𝙕𝙄 𝘿𝙊𝙊𝙍𝙈𝘼𝙉/𝙋𝙄𝙇𝙊𝙏 𝙁𝙊𝘾𝙐𝙎𝙀𝘿⠀
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𝙐𝙕𝙄 𝘿𝙊𝙊𝙍𝙈𝘼𝙉/𝙋𝙄𝙇𝙊𝙏 𝙁𝙊𝘾𝙐𝙎𝙀𝘿⠀
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ᅠA digit moved to poke her head. John is awakened once more in the realm of flesh. Curious with those emotionlessly cold hues.
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ᅠA digit moved to poke her head. John is awakened once more in the realm of flesh. Curious with those emotionlessly cold hues.
❝ It is easy to smell your scent of cheap booze. Clearly, you have more problems than me. ❞
ᅠCold, brief, and quick. Those sheep eyes gazing at the wolf. A soft inhale and exhale. His version of a laugh.
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❝ Get off my back, bud, I don't know you and you don't know me. ❞
ᅠThe smell of cheap whiskey adorned with cheap cologne lingered in the air. Glaring back at the ... abomination.
❝Suprised you were not aborted. Look at you, a walking failed fetus. Thin. Grotesque. ❞
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❝ You look pathetic. A drunken fool. ❞
ᅠThe sheep hues on the canine snout glared at the other. Merely doing detective work out in the city. A rarity.
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❝ It is easy to smell your scent of cheap booze. Clearly, you have more problems than me. ❞
ᅠCold, brief, and quick. Those sheep eyes gazing at the wolf. A soft inhale and exhale. His version of a laugh.
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❝ You look pathetic. A drunken fool. ❞
ᅠThe sheep hues on the canine snout glared at the other. Merely doing detective work out in the city. A rarity.
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❝ You look pathetic. A drunken fool. ❞
ᅠThe sheep hues on the canine snout glared at the other. Merely doing detective work out in the city. A rarity.
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❝ I ... ❞
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ᅠ Hesitantly choking up a bit and about to say the words before faltering. Looming over her typically and watching her. Curious as can be. Bleak eyes gazing down at her.
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“…I…uhh…thanks!”
She said, repositioning her stature to keep herself seated.
ᅠSoft blink and that emotionless face of his gazing at the woman.
❝ Your eyes are red and crimson like a blood moon. ❞
ᅠ Flirtatious? He's just hoping she didn't hear him.
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❝ I ... ❞
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ᅠ Hesitantly choking up a bit and about to say the words before faltering. Looming over her typically and watching her. Curious as can be. Bleak eyes gazing down at her.
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ᅠSoft blink and that emotionless face of his gazing at the woman.
❝ Your eyes are red and crimson like a blood moon. ❞
ᅠ Flirtatious? He's just hoping she didn't hear him.
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Allat business was out in the open, she hadn’t noticed John yet!
ᅠSoft blink and that emotionless face of his gazing at the woman.
❝ Your eyes are red and crimson like a blood moon. ❞
ᅠ Flirtatious? He's just hoping she didn't hear him.
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ᅠThe homeless man was honest to God trying to find a nice jacket to steal.
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ᅠThe homeless man was honest to God trying to find a nice jacket to steal.
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ᅠThe husk's brown hues only glanced at the cigarette then to their own pair. A blink as his face remained static as ever.
❝ Nicotine, a crumpling addiction that kills. I do not have one, neither would I aid you. ❞
ᅠThe monotoned voice stated. A few more blinks before gazing back at the lake.
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"Do you ah," He seemed to be thinking, "Have a 'Light'?"
He mimicked flicking on a lighter, in his other hand he held a cigarette between his index and middle finger.
❝ ... ❞
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ᅠThe husk's brown hues only glanced at the cigarette then to their own pair. A blink as his face remained static as ever.
❝ Nicotine, a crumpling addiction that kills. I do not have one, neither would I aid you. ❞
ᅠThe monotoned voice stated. A few more blinks before gazing back at the lake.
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ᅠTaking the money as he crumpled it up. Putting it in his fishing vest's pocket. A pair of yellow aviators and a bucket hat.
❝ Farewell, lady. ❞
ᅠWalking his way to leave back to his own world.
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She didn’t hesitate; her pocket reached for the five dollar bill had a speck of blood on it.
“All yours, big man.”
Her smile — even after it all — remained as she handed it right to him.
❝ My five dollars. ❞
ᅠQuick, blunt, cold. He had no care nor sympathy for the Vaewolf. Especially after not paying him before dying.
ᅠA thin arm with long digits spread demanding his money. He wanted it now of all times and to leave.
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ᅠTaking the money as he crumpled it up. Putting it in his fishing vest's pocket. A pair of yellow aviators and a bucket hat.
❝ Farewell, lady. ❞
ᅠWalking his way to leave back to his own world.
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❝ My five dollars. ❞
ᅠQuick, blunt, cold. He had no care nor sympathy for the Vaewolf. Especially after not paying him before dying.
ᅠA thin arm with long digits spread demanding his money. He wanted it now of all times and to leave.
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No woman could be as drunk as her right now, only to be briefly snapped back into reality.
There’s the man who died in her arms centuries ago. The bitter taste made her nostalgic, but right now — she was in no fighting mood.
“Anything you want, big dawg?”
ᅠMoving to walk over to the now older Zeppelin.
ᅠBiting his lip hard enough to draw blood. A firm hand gripping the back of her collar. Lifting her up and spat right into her mouth.
ᅠThe bitter blood. This John was searching countless times for her. Including how his owed him money.
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❝ My five dollars. ❞
ᅠQuick, blunt, cold. He had no care nor sympathy for the Vaewolf. Especially after not paying him before dying.
ᅠA thin arm with long digits spread demanding his money. He wanted it now of all times and to leave.
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“You know…I missed that voice. Funny, huh.”
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“You know…I missed that voice. Funny, huh.”
ᅠMoving to walk over to the now older Zeppelin.
ᅠBiting his lip hard enough to draw blood. A firm hand gripping the back of her collar. Lifting her up and spat right into her mouth.
ᅠThe bitter blood. This John was searching countless times for her. Including how his owed him money.
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If she had a perfect description, it’d be tired && horny.
Older. MUCH older. Her white turtleneck beneath the black shirt was apparent.
She was slumped right against the bar table.
ᅠSilent glaring. Furrowed brows. The only emotion he's able to convey, anger. A sharp inhale and a shallow exhale. The brown eyes of the man just locked at the putrid halfbreed.
❝ Toothpicks. ❞
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ᅠMoving to walk over to the now older Zeppelin.
ᅠBiting his lip hard enough to draw blood. A firm hand gripping the back of her collar. Lifting her up and spat right into her mouth.
ᅠThe bitter blood. This John was searching countless times for her. Including how his owed him money.
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❝ You think I care what I am? Aren't you a hypocrite? ❞
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“Aren’t you a jumpy fragment? Head to the west && you’ll be at the destination.”
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❝ By God if you do not tell me where she is I am going to mess up the multiverse. She owes me fucking money. ❞
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❝ You think I care what I am? Aren't you a hypocrite? ❞
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❝ Ew, more vampires. Go suck on someone's else blood. Your meat just is foul and rotten like the walking corpses your are. ❞
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❝ Ew, more vampires. Go suck on someone's else blood. Your meat just is foul and rotten like the walking corpses your are. ❞
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ᅠSilent glaring. Furrowed brows. The only emotion he's able to convey, anger. A sharp inhale and a shallow exhale. The brown eyes of the man just locked at the putrid halfbreed.
❝ Toothpicks. ❞
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ᅠSilent glaring. Furrowed brows. The only emotion he's able to convey, anger. A sharp inhale and a shallow exhale. The brown eyes of the man just locked at the putrid halfbreed.
❝ Toothpicks. ❞
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