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  1. He sighed. He couldn't hide the truth any longer. Not from her. "My god. Someone who pulls my puppet strings. That's all I am, in the end, a puppet. Of something greater."
  2. He sighed, gazing at her. "Rose... how would you feel if you killed somebody who was supposed to be all-powerful? I killed a Narrator. A bloody Narrator. That's not supposed to happen. My Author won't be happy."
  3. Melian twisted her ring, a nervous habit. It had emerged when she had been first raised, almost a year ago, and was still trying to assure herself she was a real Aes Sedai. Now she continued to do it, just as a habit. She herself wasn't disturbed, at least on the outside. An Aes Sedai learned to maintain a calm composure, but fear emanated through her bond with Aldrin. Fear. From a Borderlander. A Borderlander who had faced Trollocs in the Blight, and stood beneath the Myrdaal's eyeless gaze. Never in her six months bonded to him had she felt such a thing. Something was deeply wrong. It was the murder of that Warder, she knew. Killed by the One Power, in the heart of the Tower. Just another sign. Another sign that something was festering in the very place where peace had been upheld for thousands of years. Most people assumed the Tower was whole, even as she had, as a young novice, but that belief had vanished quickly. The Tower was divided to its core, and at the center was the Black Ajah. The Black Ajah were something that was easy to deny, to ignore, but an omnipresent truth. Every couple years, the same cycle began. A murder, in the Tower. Then a sister caught, accused of serving the Dark One, and stilled. Erased from the Tower records. An ugly truth. She was at the beginning of this cycle again, and she had a strange feeling it wasn't anywhere near over. This felt different. Bigger. Times were changing after all. A false Dragon, in the last year, Trollocs moving out of the Blight, and more and more reports of Darkfriends, committing atrocities. She was at the crux of an age. A time where if the Tower stood, the world could be saved, but if it fell... The consequences were disastrous. She was Gray Ajah. The peacemakers. Maybe... maybe if she could find out who committed the murder, she could keep the Tower together. United instead of divided. That was how the Tower should've been, and maybe how it could be again. --- little character intro for ya
  4. Atreides frowned, glancing downwards. "What in Ragnorok?" "Oh... okay." Perseus nodded. He hated to do this, but it was the only way. --- The hunters spoke amongst themselves, but slowly, more and more stepped forward. Thirteen, on the platform. More than half the hunters remaining after Cricket had gone through with them. "I... don't know." he sighed, trying to break free. Don't get connected. He wasn't going to break her heart when he died. "So? I killed somebody. Yay."
  5. He let himself be hugged, surprised, tensing, but slowly relaxing. That felt good. How long had it been since he had been hugged? He had hugged, sure, but been hugged? It felt nice to... No. He couldn't let himself grow more attached. When he died, he didn't want to break her heart. He sighed, and gently let go.
  6. Cricket stood unsteadily for a moment. His fists were bleeding, covered in the blood of both him and Sandlocke. The images of the wall remained though, in his mind. He was still trapped. He was... he was free, he thought, with a deep breath. "I... I don't know." he answered truthfully.
  7. He looked at the vial, scowling. "Fine." he sighed. He snatched the vial out of her hands, and teleported Cricket back. Cricket gasped as the walls disappeared , and he returned to the battlement. He was out. He was out! He sighed with relief, tears still not yet over. Then he saw Sandlocke. Instincts took over and he Enulled the Narrator, who looked up in horror. This man had threatened Rose. This man had locked him in the box! He slammed a fist into Sandlocke's stomach, again and again. He ignored the man's screams, grabbing him, forcing him upwards, and slamming a right hook into his face, breaking his nose. Blood streamed down the man's face. Cricket growled, turned, seizing the defenseless man's shoulder, and tossing him off the tower. He sent a wad of spittle after him, and turned back to the horrified guards, who desperately clutched their spears. That was the price men would pay for hurting Rose.
  8. why is she mewing like that????

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    sorry

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    my apologies

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    its a nice pfp tbf

     

     

  9. depends if sourdough is french none notta
  10. no they not what? no they not? GO BACK LATER THATS WHAT I DO HMPH
  11. "I'm already dying." he coughed, clutching his chest. "Why does his fate matter to me? Besides, my master has him well under control.
  12. NO THEY NOT RESPOND TO TLT TLT OVER ANYTHING ELSE
  13. CUZ THEY'RE ALWAYS COLD HAVE YOU EVER HAD A PROPER WARM CROISANT AND THEY'RE TASTLESS
  14. dang it right Yay! kinda crazy ngl Sandlocke cursed, ripping the rapier out and tossing it aside. He staggered and looked wan. He spat blood. "If... if you kill me, you'll never see your friend again."
  15. NOOOOOO I HATE CROISSANTS DON'T ASK WHY
  16. hey we use sourdough here only we not French with one exception......
  17. indeed I will WAIT. THAT'S A QUESTION *runs away*
  18. He yelped, Narrating the sword away. Cricket's 900 page anniversary, which is kinda cool
  19. thank you *vanishes*
  20. hey people good afternoon I will not be taking questions at this time thank you for your patience
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