Who: Everyone
What:
That's your horoscope for today ♪When: November 25th-30th
Where: Anywhere you want!
Summary: The event has begun, and- oh, you guys know the drill 8|
Rating: ???
The horoscopes have appeared on the journals, the effects are in place, and just about everyone is acting a little bit... quirky, shall we say
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- Your next Career: Unknown Graphic Novelist
- You're not the only one who thinks you're inadequate.
- Your paranoia is justified.
- It's as bad as you think.
[Anise blinks, startled, then promptly starts to tremble. Oh sweet Lorelei, this is probably some scheme by someone trying to kill her, right?]
All Days
[There's a new booth in the plaza! Too bad it looks very small and poorly maintained, as if the owner is ashamed of it. Anise will be sitting there for most of the afternoon, trying to get you to take a look at the fabulous comics she had drawn.]
[However, should you come closer to take a peek at her works of art, she'll immediately jump and get a deer-in-headlights look. fsudhfsdf leave her alone she's just a poor unknown graphic novelist she hasn't done any harm don't kill her please...!!!]
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Fine! Emperor Peony breaks up with you anyway and marries me! Who'd want to be stuck with a ungrateful jerk like you?
[She claps both hands over her mouth, horrified. Had she gone too far?]
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You--! Is that what this is about?! Some sort of demented fantasy so you could illustrate your desires for that ignorant swine?! If that's the case, then I ask that that you leave me out of it! My beautiful self is not to be paired with such a imbecile as Peony!
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Ohhh? Then who does your 'beautiful self' have to be paired with? A bug?
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That has a certain sort of appeal to it, actually... Much rather an insect than that lecherous fool. In fact, a greedy little worm like yourself would be perfect for him! You're half a rappig yourself, wallowing amongst rubbish such as this. [Anothe flick of paper in her direction.] Perhaps peony will lavish you with affection, and gift you with a nice collar.
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Here's not here to argue with a child. Not over something that especially. He already knows that if he did die, not many would mind it. Nephry, perhaps, and even that imbecile, but...not many more than that. And even Peony would get over it with some other distraction.
Tch. He was prepared to die at the Tower of rem, to join the Professor...and he couldn't even get that from the wicked thing called life. He doesn't care, though. What good is it to argue the value of one's life? It's just not worth it in the long run...so he'll let Anise win this time.
Good day, Miss Tatlin.]
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You draw these, Sugar?
[Ambles up, looking curious and maybe a little interested.]
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Yep, I started drawing...[uh, when was it again?] I don't remember, actually! But I only set up this stall here today!
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Well, I'm pretty new around here myself. You mind if I take a look?
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Not at all! Go ahead! [She shoves a few random pages towards you then shrinks back again.] So, what's your name?
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Hmm.
[He looks over them carefully. He has no eye for comics, which means they must, by default, be excellent. Or something.]
Kid I know, well, he ain't here, but I always get him something for Christmas, you know. Since folk say it's almost December anyway, thought maybe I'd look around, see what there was. Think maybe he'd like this. You ain't objecting to that, are you? He's, oh, 10 or so.
[Note: Even if he was looking at porn of some kind, he'd still probably be asking; not always the best father figure there could be, here]
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Christmas? What's that?
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[He's not a fan, can you tell?]
But the kid likes comics, so. Er. Well, there ain't no money or anything in this place, so what are you getting paid with, Sugar?
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Wait, paid? You actually want this?
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Well, maybe, Sugar. It's something unique. He wouldn't have anything like it.
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