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the-childlike-ghost:

Sol said nothing as all of the rabbits grew bored and left them.

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"Bunnies are tired. It’s getting too late for them."

[♠] - Nodding with a bit more understanding, Lorne relaxed back into the bench.

"Yeah, you’re right. They’ll need plenty of rest."

jokers-princess remarked:

"Now...what do we have here...?" Princess walked around the person, staring him down like her prey.

jokers-princess:

mercurially-well:

mercurially-well:

jokers-princess

"Good question!" He stated his response nonchalantly, offering a rather innocent smile.

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jokers-princess remarked:

"Now...what do we have here...?" Princess walked around the person, staring him down like her prey.

jokers-princess:

mercurially-well:

mercurially-well:

jokers-princess

"Good question!" He stated his response nonchalantly, offering a rather innocent smile.

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the-childlike-ghost:

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Sol sighed, seeing the rabbits start to run away from Lorne.

[♠] - He was suddenly confused, but kept his complaints silent as the rabbits moved away.

jokers-princess remarked:

"Now...what do we have here...?" Princess walked around the person, staring him down like her prey.

jokers-princess:

mercurially-well:

mercurially-well:

jokers-princess

"Good question!" He stated his response nonchalantly, offering a rather innocent smile.

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jokers-princess remarked:

"Now...what do we have here...?" Princess walked around the person, staring him down like her prey.

jokers-princess:

mercurially-well:

mercurially-well:

jokers-princess

"Good question!" He stated his response nonchalantly, offering a rather innocent smile.

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[♠] - “Oh? And who might you be?”

shichishi-chii

jokers-princess remarked:

"Now...what do we have here...?" Princess walked around the person, staring him down like her prey.

jokers-princess:

mercurially-well:

mercurially-well:

jokers-princess

"Good question!" He stated his response nonchalantly, offering a rather innocent smile.

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the-childlike-ghost:

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"You like the kisses?" Sol asked, petting one of the few rabbits licking his hand.

[♠] “They’re so damn precious..” he muttered in the general direction of Sol, finding great joy in this.

isimonito:

theannieplanet:

cutting-will-always-be-my-life:

All credit goes to - japharts

**Trigger warning**

This, literally, is dead on exactly how I feel, and probably a lot of you guys too.

if you ever wonder why I’m surprised when you call me your friend or when you say you want to hang out or when you say you miss me

It’s sad some people think like this I want to give them a hug

mastermind-gyaru:

mercurially-well:

[♠] - Well, then it’s fortunate that she happened to run into two people as opposed to one. Yeah, maybe there was only one physical person standing in front of the fashionista, but don’t let that fool you. And both had entirely differing answers to Junko’s question.

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The body which held both opinions also held a generally amused look. The first opinion clearly dominated it’s actions, and was thus granted the privilege of normal speech. 
"I’ll say, y’certainly have some flare to you! Y’not just another dull face on some preppy-ass magazine."
The second opinion didn’t quite hold the same fascination. In fact, it was more in the mood for insults. And while the body’s lips failed to respond to his speech, deeply intonated words still emanated from around it’s head.
"Please, I wouldn’t wipe my fucking ass with that poster. Where do you take your fashion tips from? Japanese cartoons?" It also failed to realize that the girl was, in fact, a Japanese gyaru.

The girl was pleased in the reaction, however Junko was more focused on the boys eyes. The heterochromatic spectrum has always held the fahsionista’s upmost interest. And such a predominant form was right in front of her; how badly she wanted those eyes in bottles on her nightstand.  

"I find your compliment to be true, yet flattering." The girl mused, unaware of the horrible comment residing under the mans skin.

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"I have a compliment for you as well. It goes like this: the two bodies inhabiting your skull are quite infatuating." The mastermind purred this without a second thought, unaware of how true this reigned. "Did you know heterochromia is on the rise? Not so much in numbers, but in fashion trends. You could make a lot of money with your eyes alone,"

[♠] - He also seemed to take pleasure in the other’s response, letting her know in the form of a slight nod of his head. Hearing of her little fact of trivia, however, he perked up.

"Is that so? Well, I’ve never truly been intrigued by the concept of money, but it’s nice to know that such well worn and tested eyes still hold some standing in the public realm."

mercurially-well remarked:

"I want to kill them." REMIND ME TO PLAY OUTCAST LIKE EVERY CHANCE YOU GET.

bitterbasilisk:

bitterbasilisk:

Outlast Inspired Sentence Starters

"I understand. Though, patience is required
for this urge of yours. You must wait for the
right moment.”

 

It wasn’t that silent. There was still a sound of Medusa’s
flat footsteps slapping against the crisp concrete. This brings
me to my next topic, how many germs were latching onto
Medusa’s feet right now? How much dust and blood is she
drenching her poor barefeet in? Augh, let’s just not talk about
it. We’ll make positive Medusa cleanses her feet after this
little operation is complete, though. Cause God, this floor
and all of the other contents of this building I haven’t listed
by name is disgusting. And -
"Meat."
And meat! Yeah, that’s right, the meat! No, wait, I didn’t want
to talk about meat actually. But meat still sounds good. What
meat are we speaking of here? Taking a second to study her
left dusty foot, Medusa stuck her tongue out in disgust before
revolving her cranium towards the source of this eccentric voice.
Whoever is out there in these storage areas, it better be Mr. Trager.
Medusa had no interest in running into anyone else. Mr. Trager
was the prey here. Squinting into the weak veil of darkness ahead,
Medusa automatically had difficulties finding a light to see. Well,
she does have her Vector Arrows to use for -
"The meat is mine!"
Again with the meat? How concerning. She wouldn’t think this
was Mr. Trager unless she got names mixed up, but — remaining
still, the witch caught sight of a frame surfacing from the blanket
of black. She was enlivened at first glances, but taking a good look
at this new approaching acquaintance, Medusa found herself befuddled.
It took her a long while until she realized this sudden misunderstanding.
Mr. Trager, she concluded, was the scientist, and not the cannibal.
And if we’re both right, then who is this guy requesting meat? Those
questions couldn’t be answered in time, for the man with a blood-stained
figure began bounding towards her, elevating a saw high above his
head.

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Welp, Medusa, you can either run or stab the acquaintance with a Vector
Arrow. The choice is yours.

[♠] - The sound of stainless steel sliding smoothly out of a leather holster was almost immediately followed by a rather uncharacteristically sharp THRIP!Well, at least they followed up on my advice for them! Or perhaps they just followed their intuition? Bah, either way, they’ve made a good move in this tense game of blind chess. That stiletto firmly embed into the Variant’s thigh acted as a sort of tracker in such pitch black, essentially eliminating any remaining steal—

"His tongue and his liver..."

I’m sorry, what? What’s with the strange obsession wit—

"Perhaps you should try something new? Maybe a kidney?"
"No. Tongue and liver."

Wha— Oh, great! He’s gone! Good going, you lost both your knife and your lead! Not willing to take this sitting down, Lorne simply clamored to his feet. After he could take it standing up… he decided not to take it standing up either. With another swift motion, the less elegant chain scythe rest in his torn hands. Though, again, it wasn’t stagnant for too long. Tossing it out like some comical lasso, the spirit wrapped the chain around the other’s neck…

… which was, in fact, right in front of his face. In reality, the twin didn’t move an inch; Lorne just managed to completely fumble around the knife and the Variant’s thigh. But hey, at least that cut down more fumbling! Now, with the makeshift metal noose, it would just be a matter of time before one of the two psychopaths ended up biting the —

KRRRRIGHCK!

mercurially-well remarked:

Lorne innocently pokes at the serpent's shoulder, adding a chirpy greeting: "Hey!"

bitterbasilisk:

This was already apparent to her. It’s obvious the objectives
are coming into picture. It’s also clear that they didn’t miss the
show. There still seems to be a performance going on over
there. Though, Medusa doesn’t remember assigning them
to a roughhousing task.

How many shits do you think I give, Kurona?

"I don’t like answering these kinds of questions."

None at all, dummy! NONE!

Both eyes narrowed, Medusa put this conversation into
deliberation. Were they really arguing over one fragmented
item? Is this what they do after their assignment — roughhouse
over a distressing topic? The least they could do instead of
arguing like children is clean up the disorder and sit tight. But
no, they couldn’t do that now, could they? What shame. Well,
most shame on the weapon. Looks like he was the cause of
this affair, from what Medusa could tell.

bitterbasilisk:

«⬆»  The Sorceress rotated, only to glimpse a face who was out of mind. For a second, she didn’t recognize what has been perceived, but, after a period of musing, the title behind this face became lucid. She knew who this was.

A coiled beam sprouted, a rewarding smile. Responding, the Witch greeted the absent associate with a contented hiss.

"Well! Look who decided to show up…”

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"It also appears the trials aren’t bonding well today.”

Inaudibly placing her bare feet on a new small set of stairs, Medusa
shot a glance to Lorne, as if awaiting for his presence to give her
authorization to move into the next area. Your playmates await.
I mean your acquaintances. Ahem.

[♠] - Well, this seemed like the wrong time to enter. It was like intruding upon an elderly couple engaged in a screaming match. The race was on to change from spectator to bystander. But hang on, maybe we should grace these two with a different introduction. Yes, maybe it was even time to introduce his ever so gracious host to a new trick planted firmly within his sleeve. It might make this encounter a little more… fun. Maybe even burn away some pesky morals while we’re at it.

It all occurred over the course of a few fleeting seconds. With one resounding snap resulting from some simple digit friction, Lorne’s figure was entirely devoured by a newly arrived writhing black void. In the short-lived timespan that it revealed itself, the obsidian mass seemed to flicker and squirm like a squid’s tentacles bathing in its own ink. And then, without so much as leaving any sort of audible or tangible trace, the cocoon faded into thin air; it left a slightly different man than what originally stood.

Rather than bore you with the details of every inch of the man’s changes, it seems more efficient to just go over the major dissimilarities. For one, he held a slightly more formal attire than before, complete with a gratuitous set of spectacles. And, look at that! Both of his eyes are green! Maybe this means Lorne is in full control?

"Oi! You two! Shut y’traps and show y’faces!" Well, then again, perhaps not.

My, what was this change for? What do the hue of your eyes dictate, if not who is in control? Such a frustrating duo of spirits you two make.

the-childlike-ghost:

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"You bet! They’re the only kisses I’ll ever except." She explained, taking more peanuts and handing them to the mob of rabbits.

[♠] - Lorne let loose a content, pleased smile as felt each individual tongue lap across his palm. 

mercurially-well remarked:

"We give him a running start?" GOD I WANT TO DO SO MANY OF THESE.

sanmitai:

sanmitai:

((I don’t think I reblogged that meme BUT I’M GONNA DO IT ANYWAYS~!

     ”Running start?
         Yes we should.
            You know I love letting them get a head start before beheading them.”

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     ”Oh, beheading right a way is too kind.
        No no no, I like to play with my prey.
          Usually I don’t share my food.
            But ah— I’ll make an exception for this one time.”

[♠] - “Oh? Well, I’m glad you’re being so generous. Do you think he’s had enough of a running start by now? Don’t want to let him get away now, do we?”