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Cadence sat with both feet perched on the top of of his chair. He gnawed at his nails. The room was dark, save for a single anbaric blade that sliced over his desk. Over the scroll in front of him.
“Kwang-Sun,” he muttered, grasping a tiny bowl of jajangmyeon between two fingers and twirling chopsticks with the other, “Where did y…[Read more]
Just a rushed little thing to get Chester out of the inn and back to the others.
“Indigo,” said Chester, so quiet that it was barely a whisper. “Left at the corridor, down two stairs, tell the man with blue hair that the Skull Son sent you, and take the door opposite to the shelf. Follow the cobbled path until you reach…[Read more]
“Callowhine!” Chester strode towards the bartender, hand outstretched.
Callowhine rose his forest of an eyebrow. He was an ogre. A literal ogre, he loomed at around nine and a half inches, with a spear clutched in one bloated ulcer of a hand and a barrel of rotten cider in the other. “The last time I saw you, you were burning my cu…[Read more]
Okay, here’s the ripoff I promised. Forget Esme happened. For now.
Name: Kang Chin-Mae
Alias: Cadence, C, Kalin, Ustrievae, Cedrix, Thiago Princip, and The Woods’ Greatest Detective, amongst many others
Romantic Orientation: Bisexual, though he has never been known to display any signs of love o…[Read more]
traditional korean style… do you mean popular korean fashion or hanbok
Update to the age: make him 18. Then we have a group of old, edgy characters.
More rushed filler, characteristic of Yours Truly. We might finally reach Malabar Hills in the next POV.
Chester managed to avoid a shattering hangover by dumping water into his ***** and wiping his own memory. It was a crude solution. Sunlight stabbed through the skeleton of his room, piercing his eyelids.…[Read more]
And here’s that chapter I wrote for her a while ago that still manages to make me cringe.
There was never a good time to make Esme angry.
Generally, people figured that out pretty quickly, which made her job not only easier, but a lot more fun.
If someone was tortured until their screams actually shook the…[Read more]
So, here’s my hastily recycled ****** from Level 2. I might find some way to use her interestingly, who knows?
Alias/Nickname: Esme, Foxglove, The Red Girl, Hannibal
Romantic Orientation: Most people, including herself, doubt that she has the humanity for this to even apply, so no one knows for…[Read more]
Yayyy, more rushed filler. I had no idea where to take this plot line, so I hope that this is okay. Sorry in advance for butchering anyone’s characters.
Paloma rushed forward, tackling her friend in a hug. Through Lydia’s glazed eyes, they looked more like splatters of paint…[Read more]
It *****, but Ella refused to go to sleep until I finished and posted it, so here you go.
“That ******* blade,” spluttered Chester.
Blood gushed from his cards, clotting his hair, scurrying across his eyes like wasps. It was already at the gilded tips of his sui…[Read more]
“I’m not sleeping on the floor of your filthy cesspit,” shrugged Chester.
“DON’T YOU CALL MAH HOUSE A CESSPIT!” shrieked the shrivelled creature that liked to call itself Amos. “BACK IN THE DAY, YOU WOULD’VE BEEN BOWIN’ AND BEGGIN’ TO STAY IN SUCH A FINE COTTAGE. I KEEP IT PERFECT. UNTIL YOU AND YOUR MERRY BAND OF MISFITS…[Read more]