Private Roleplay I heard Aglacea had an eight pack. That Aglacea was shredded | |||||||||||
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tessa
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Death Valley
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@Sunblink @CritterAu Revoir, piss stain Tessa. We hardly knew ye
Set near the end??? Of the party It wasn’t a matter of belief. Despite her late-mother’s wishes otherwise, Tessa was a valley wolf through and through. The blonde knew The holy trinity, for all intents and purposes anyways, was immortal, their sight endless, power absolute within the little bubble they called home sweet home. And yet... Once, the tactician had heard from a buddy of hers that the former white rose had an eight pack. That the former white rose was shredded that seeing a Rosa in the flesh felt an awful lot like gazing directly into the sun: stunning, damn near blinding in it's white hot intensity, a reminder of just how insignificant and small one was in the grand scheme of things. Now though, sporting a fashionable pair of jade-colored glasses, Tessa found she couldn’t rev up any of that raved about emotion. Blinking bewilderedly at the younger woman before her, she wondered if the little punk was even Gigantea at all, or if some brats had put their acorn sized brains together and decided to pull one over the tactician. I mean, was beating a snot-nosed brat really a punishable offense these days? Pfft, soft. They were going soft. A low growl from her escort reminding her where she was, though, and despite whatever the blonde felt inwardly she decided to keep her cards close to her chest. Just in case. “Gigantea,” she sang, “You’re looking lovely today.” Dipping her head in a quick bow, she flashed her her most winning smile, voice oddly saccharine for someone who, for all she knew, was about to face the firing squad. Was it damage control, then, a last try at getting on the young Goddess’ good side with a bit of flattery? Or, had she put aside her cynicism and learned to smile in the face of life’s ironies? Like how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop, the world would never know. |
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Anamelech
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Mortal kings are ruling castles, welcome to my world of fun
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