Aeoryi
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"Oh, okay. Why keep them in the clinic?" Nettle asked, trying not to wince in pain as Trevor said "Evil entities they can't get out of their head"
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Nettle followed. "So, what kind of people need to be locked up in a clinic?"
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"Let's go then," Nettle said.
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"Can I- we- take a look?" Nettle ignored the convention-breaker.
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Nettle opened her mouth to object, but then thought twice and stopped. "What even was there, by the way?"
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Nettle shrugged. "They seemed a tad bit more interesting than climbing a flight of green purple stairs up eleventy eight levels or whatever."
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"Yeah." Nettle ignored that she blatantly ignored her given instructions.
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"I... Couldn't find the stairs. The purple ones." Nettle only partially lied, technically she hadn't found the "Purple" stairs (or whatever they were).
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"Probably." She winced as she spoke. Nettle cringed at the terrible usage of literary devices.
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Nettle screamed and then tried to run up the stairs, but as everyone knows, that never ends up well. She slips and falls on a redlow step. "Help," she calls weakly.
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“It’s a Long Way Up!” (The IRL-Skills RP)
Aeoryi replied to Through The Living Glass's topic in Roleplaying
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Nettle followed them nontheless
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She follows the orange stairs downwards.
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“It’s a Long Way Up!” (The IRL-Skills RP)
Aeoryi replied to Through The Living Glass's topic in Roleplaying
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Nettle followed the directions, then as soon as she was out of sight, went in the opposite direction .
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“It’s a Long Way Up!” (The IRL-Skills RP)
Aeoryi replied to Through The Living Glass's topic in Roleplaying
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"Can you lead me there?" I hope there aren't more weird people here who can't count, she thought.
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"How do I get to the 91st door? Why crystal?" She had many more questions.
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"If I did, I'd think I'd tell you." Nettle made a mental note to apologize to Trevor later. "Can I... Come in?"
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Nettle laughed, and then said, "I don't know what I need, but I need something."
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"I don't know! Maybe kindness!" She snapped.
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"I... Need something." Her voice was a thin as her patience.
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Nettle rolled her eyes. "Sir, what do you need help with?" Her tone implies mockery. "Okay. Good for you." As much as she hated to trod upon other people's dreams, she didn't have the capacity to hold back her sarcasm which seethed from her voice.
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"What's your..." Nettle struggled not to say what she actually wanted to use, "Connection to the Clinic thing?"
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"I'm Nettle," said she, "And you are?"
