(ANGRY, PAINED WOMAN SCREAMS/PTERODACTYL SCREECHES)
(Clutches her side and collapses.)
...God... Fucking damn you...!
...Well, if it helps, you have been an excellent Master thus far. Very indulgent of my... eccentricities, and a powerful ally, to boot.
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019holy shit be careful doin that you aint used to that kinda exertion
here lemme get an ice pack so you dont overheat
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Oh, ok... maybe I should go too, and let these two have their moment together.
-nods- I'm sure it'd be an interesting conversation.
I always did admire animals with the ability to change their appearance, the chameleon particularly. The Mages of my world were generally dishonorable, selfish people. The chameleon doesn't have those traits, though, it simply adapts to many different kinds of situation using nothing but it's own power. That's the kind of person I want to be... er, metaphorically, of course.
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...Ngh... Damn it...!
(Passes out, the black fluid seeping from her cosmic dildo stab wound.)
...No, ah, I do mean it. What you did when we were out fighting that man genuinely impressed me.
...And as for being alone, that will be remedied soon enough, won't it?
(Small, inventorly smile.)
...Ooh. Yeah, y'know, that's a good way to think about it, actually. That's kinda what Gregor wants to be, too, after he figures it all out.
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019(Claudia herself stays passed-out...)
(...But the black fluid congeals into a human form, slowly taking shape until it's a carbon copy of Claudia, save for having almost colorless hair and eyes. It slowly gets up, putting a hand to its head and looking disoriented and distraught.)
...I... I'm out... But why...?
Hopefully so... What's he been doing in your absence?
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-if Dumas was his normal self this wouldn't have happened-
-not that the meguca would know this-
-so he has a brilliant first impression-
He's been trying to get some troops and officers together. Raise an army in my stead. Hopefully even take some land of our own...
But- I feel I must sleep, Caster.
-bows slightly, and indeed she leaves-
-He would see this as Lingqi's dream
-
As I sleep.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

you just wanderin around in the forest blindly
you had a stroke somefin
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?