She's our hostage. She can't be a hostage if we don't have her hostage. Artemis is paying me to do the heavy lifting, and anything more than ten pounds is heavy lifting for him. -Considers this- Though I don't think we ever actually talked out a contract, so I'll probably only get twenty gil for this or something. Or maybe a fruit basket.
All you had to do was just sit around for a few more days, and it would've been over. That's it.
...Whatever. That's your choice. I've already made up my mind for this. -Holly will start to notice there is an absolutely massive amount of magic being brought to bear. Old magic-
edited 13th Apr '17 8:31:02 PM by WonderSquid
Hmph, well maybe next time I'll smother myself in whipped cream and refuse to let anyone else taste.
-She gives a little smile to Oriana-
Sure am.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?"What the hell is this kid doing? He's using magic!"
"Ah, shit, I did not wake up this morning ready for this..."
-Just kinda stares in awe at Sandra-
"Oh my gosh that's the coolest thing! How old are you? Do you really drink blood? What's your name? Is that sparkling thing real or just some bullshit some writer made up?"
edited 13th Apr '17 8:32:41 PM by Randomman5
"...H-Hostage for what?And...you are being paid for keeping her around with—a fruit basket?"
"...Magic?", she slides a glance to Holly.
Her hands are reaching towards something behind her around her waist—Holly and Michael will notice that its its a device of some kind
◊ hooked to her belt.
edited 13th Apr '17 8:34:14 PM by f1r3lemon
всегда верен...
(quietly follows her way in, though sure to keep some distance from Fou's incessant barking)
(From the windowsill, Homura and Ramona can see a man
standing at the edge of the forest.)
(He is looking right at them, despite the very vast distance between them, that mysterious smile on his face.)
I'm not. This isn't about the money. And I already said I wasn't gonna, so don't waste your breath.
But I guess you've all made your choice too.
-Grabs Duke's arm and uses him as a go-between, channeling roughly a metric fuckload of magic through him into the ground beneath them all-
-Which proceeds to explode
◊ in a shower of iridescent blue light-

-She levitates down to his side, after a glance to Oriana-
You sure I couldn't get a few licks in?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?