This is experimental!
Sometimes I'm in an RP that's going well and I think, 'GEE, I've written a lot of posts I wish I could have shared, but I didn't have any where to put it that didn't feel show offy or attention needy'.
So I present this thread. A shame-free zone to post your ... posts. Rip them straight out of RP and slap those suckers up for all to read. Tell us a little about what was happening in the RP, or don't. Sometimes lack of context makes things funnier.
Sometimes I'm in an RP that's going well and I think, 'GEE, I've written a lot of posts I wish I could have shared, but I didn't have any where to put it that didn't feel show offy or attention needy'.
So I present this thread. A shame-free zone to post your ... posts. Rip them straight out of RP and slap those suckers up for all to read. Tell us a little about what was happening in the RP, or don't. Sometimes lack of context makes things funnier.
I'll break the ice.
Cori's avoidance of him had become glaringly obvious after the third or fourth time he thought he saw someone pass the door-less square that opened his room into the temple garden. He never saw Cori, he saw a BLUR that might have been her, and probably was her, but without a photo finish he couldn't be sure.
At first it worried him.
Then it got on his nerves.
It wouldn't have bothered him if he thought she was just being ADD, but this was Cori. Cori does not simply lose interest and go away. Somethin' else was up.
She was here all the time when I was asleep. He knew that for a fact, because when he woke up his room had still been heavy with HER, and the nose never lies. Now it was faded. She'd flittered away and not come back the moment he was conscious again.
So what's the deal? He remembered feeling her lips on his, and he was pretty sure that was his fault, but he also remembered her not outwardly objecting to it.
It bothered him enough to get him on his feet when he still felt like he'd been recently nailed to a board. That had been two days ago. Day three, and she was still a ghost. Alf was in walking shape and could roam the temple grounds fully as long as he didn't bump his shoulder against anything that would upset it, which was everything. Dandelion puffs upset it. Air. AIR upset it. Occasionally, Mirim's passive-aggressive looks upset it.
He didn't ask himself if he should snoop in Cori's business. She was leaving the temple. She was kind of his responsibility. Aaaand, he was feeling kinda snoopy! He didn't need justification, because there was no one around that cared enough to stop him.
That was what lead him to Cori's corner of town. She was spying on cats, and he was doing his damnedest to get close enough to her that she wouldn't shoot off like a gazelle before he could get a word in.
Cori's avoidance of him had become glaringly obvious after the third or fourth time he thought he saw someone pass the door-less square that opened his room into the temple garden. He never saw Cori, he saw a BLUR that might have been her, and probably was her, but without a photo finish he couldn't be sure.
At first it worried him.
Then it got on his nerves.
It wouldn't have bothered him if he thought she was just being ADD, but this was Cori. Cori does not simply lose interest and go away. Somethin' else was up.
She was here all the time when I was asleep. He knew that for a fact, because when he woke up his room had still been heavy with HER, and the nose never lies. Now it was faded. She'd flittered away and not come back the moment he was conscious again.
So what's the deal? He remembered feeling her lips on his, and he was pretty sure that was his fault, but he also remembered her not outwardly objecting to it.
It bothered him enough to get him on his feet when he still felt like he'd been recently nailed to a board. That had been two days ago. Day three, and she was still a ghost. Alf was in walking shape and could roam the temple grounds fully as long as he didn't bump his shoulder against anything that would upset it, which was everything. Dandelion puffs upset it. Air. AIR upset it. Occasionally, Mirim's passive-aggressive looks upset it.
He didn't ask himself if he should snoop in Cori's business. She was leaving the temple. She was kind of his responsibility. Aaaand, he was feeling kinda snoopy! He didn't need justification, because there was no one around that cared enough to stop him.
That was what lead him to Cori's corner of town. She was spying on cats, and he was doing his damnedest to get close enough to her that she wouldn't shoot off like a gazelle before he could get a word in.
Lol, so I had messed around with the idea of Phoe being a Pokémon trainer (though this was before the major changes I made with her profile and I still kept her as a phoenix in this rp) and this post came out of it:
"The lake shouldn't be too far up ahead now..." Phoenixheart mumbled to herself as she made her way through her forest cradling her dozing Vulpix in her arms. Her Espeon and Umbreon walked alongside her. She figured that since it was a nice afternoon, she would bring her Lapras to the lake she knew was located nearby to let her get some exercise. She didn't really like keeping any of her Pokémon cooped up for too long, after all. In case she happened to run into anyone else, she had her orange hoodie on to cover her wings with the hood pulled up so it covered most of her face, save for a few wisps of her bright red hair and a glimpse of her green eye. She also had her Flareon and Jolteon out, but they had decided to run ahead to the lake. She was glad that she had fashioned some comfortable collars for each member of her team so that way they wouldn't get lost as easily. Once she got to the destination, she let out a small squeak of surprise when she saw that there were Pokémon there as well as their trainer. She stared curiously at the Snorlax and trainer as she watched them mimic each other's movements. It was around that time that she caught sight of her Flareon and Jolteon a little ways away from her, playfully chasing each other. She was about to call them so they could turn back and maybe find another lake so as not to disturb the other trainer when Jolteon crashed into Flareon, sending both Pokémon tumbling towards and eventually into the sleeping trainer. Phoenixheart froze in shock, not knowing what to do.
Lol, I just thought this was just kinda funny and wanted to share.
"The lake shouldn't be too far up ahead now..." Phoenixheart mumbled to herself as she made her way through her forest cradling her dozing Vulpix in her arms. Her Espeon and Umbreon walked alongside her. She figured that since it was a nice afternoon, she would bring her Lapras to the lake she knew was located nearby to let her get some exercise. She didn't really like keeping any of her Pokémon cooped up for too long, after all. In case she happened to run into anyone else, she had her orange hoodie on to cover her wings with the hood pulled up so it covered most of her face, save for a few wisps of her bright red hair and a glimpse of her green eye. She also had her Flareon and Jolteon out, but they had decided to run ahead to the lake. She was glad that she had fashioned some comfortable collars for each member of her team so that way they wouldn't get lost as easily. Once she got to the destination, she let out a small squeak of surprise when she saw that there were Pokémon there as well as their trainer. She stared curiously at the Snorlax and trainer as she watched them mimic each other's movements. It was around that time that she caught sight of her Flareon and Jolteon a little ways away from her, playfully chasing each other. She was about to call them so they could turn back and maybe find another lake so as not to disturb the other trainer when Jolteon crashed into Flareon, sending both Pokémon tumbling towards and eventually into the sleeping trainer. Phoenixheart froze in shock, not knowing what to do.
Lol, I just thought this was just kinda funny and wanted to share.
this is like six years long so it's under a readmore tag. basically, a friend and i decided to go in depth abt parts of our characters' histories that were kinda vague but could be made into big deals and send it to each other, since we were both struggling through writer's block and we're way too good at procrastinating when it's finals, lmao.
it's not completed and not proofread at all, and probably never will be, cuz i've lost my muse for it; it's been a year since i wrote it, hah. it's for my character selene, though.
it's not completed and not proofread at all, and probably never will be, cuz i've lost my muse for it; it's been a year since i wrote it, hah. it's for my character selene, though.
the post
She couldn’t see anything. Nothing touched her but a cool grey floor beneath her bare feet. She let out a short chirp, trying to see if any sound would bounce back to her. The space deadened the sound. Selene was suddenly acutely aware of the claustrophobia of the darkness, how it touched her and caressed her skin. She swallowed.
“Hello?” She said, but nothing answered her. She wasn’t quite sure if she’d actually made the noise by the time she stopped, because no reverb answered her. It set her skin to a crawl. She started walking but fell immediately. She couldn’t balance herself in the deadened space. She started crawling, then, looking for a way out.
It took her crawling for two seconds before she heard a slithering behind her, and her body tensed up; she found herself on her feet instinctually, drawn into a simple fighting pose. She heard a deep, rumbling laugh, and then the absolute darkness around her vanished and gave way to grey when two golden eyes opened in front of her.
She let out a startled cry and fell to the ground at the figure she could now see. It was misshapen, unnatural. Its two long arms brushed the floor from slumped shoulders that were too broad for the rest of its sickly thin body. She could see where its ribs protruded, but there was otherwise no depth to the thing. What seemed like ash and soot fell from its body, and a damp smell surrounded it, like inside of a living cave. The thing’s eyes stayed looking at her, and it slopped its body upwards, though its arms were limp and didn’t follow its torso. The way it moved was wrong.
“What’s this?” She heard, and took it as the voice of the thing, though it was omnipresent. “Has the royal family presented me with another gift?” It continued. The more words it spoke, the more Selene felt like something was settling around her bones, the more she felt like she was out of place, like she needed to get out. She knew she had been betrayed, but she couldn’t really process it, just wanted to get out, away, safe. She started crawling backward slowly. Gooseflesh rose on her arms as she kept moving. She was cold, even if her body temperature had not jumped accordingly.
“Oh, little one, do not try and run. See, you are in my world. You were made for this, for me. You’ve come here and to become a part of me,” it says. Selene stopped cold. The thing started moving forward, close enough that she could hear the soft crackle of its structures as it walked and the hisses of whatever it was that was falling from it as they released from its body. It extended a hand to her. “I know it’s not comfortable for you down here right now, but that’s just because you’re not used to it yet,” it said. The more it spoke, the more feminine its voice got, and the less unsettling it was. Selene was still wary, though. “But everyone learns. That’s why you’re different from them right now. That’s why you’re so light and pretty,” it crooned. A toothy grin stretched its face in half. Selene grimaced at the sight.
“Come on. Be like your brothers and sisters; be strong,” it encouraged, and Selene found herself standing up.
“What are you doing?” She asked.
“I’m trying to make you strong,” it replied.
“How?”
The grin it had disappeared, and the darkness around her seemed to intensify. “You ask a lot of questions,” the darkness around her said, its voice suddenly severe again. It was growing tired of these questions, and it needed her consent before it could do what it needed to. Selene’s owlish eyes widened, and she hunkered down a little bit, animalistic instinct telling her that she wasn’t safe, that this demonic figure in front of her was much stronger and bigger than it appeared to be.
The oppressive feeling disappeared quickly, though, as the darkness realized its mistake. “Don’t you trust me?” It asked, its voice kind once again, holding out a hand. Its fingers stretched out to her for what seemed like an eternity. It's palm was as big as her head.
Selene shook her head. “No.”
“That’s okay. I can keep you here for as long as I wish,” the figure said. Selene’s breath caught in her throat.
“Are you going to hurt me?” She’d asked, after a bit of silence.
“Yes.”
She stayed quiet for a while longer. “Will I heal?”
“You will.”
“I’ll be strong?”
“Yes, my dear Sellina, you will,” it said, ambling closer to her, leaning over her. Selene stood her ground and swallowed as the area that had been lit around her started growing smaller because of some unseen force.
“I - “
“Accept?”
“...Yes.”
The darkness around her closed around her for a second with a rush of sound like a river crashing in on itself, too loud and overwhelming. Selene fell to her knees, but for a second, all was still and silent. Selene had only the time to call out for the dark figure in confusion before she was suddenly pushed down, and hands started touching her, ripping her across the endless floor and blinding her with all of their golden eyes.
She started screaming, but no sooner than did she open her mouth did she feel like she was being choked with smoke. She gripped her neck with her hands as she felt something invasive spreading through her body, banging around and corrupting her, finding her mind shortly and starting to rip things about, rearranging synapses and organs and nerves until it finally found something that she immediately felt its glee for finding as it popped.
She roared, her body going rigid as she felt herself hardening, elongating, burning up inside; she turned on her stomach and beat against the ground as her screams pushed the shadows inside of her out into the open, until she screamed so much that there was none left and all that shone out of her was golden light, bright and reassuring in its brightness. Every figure it touched burned, and every figure that burned screamed like a banshee, until all that was left was Selene standing in the darkness. Her body was glowing, fully matured and angled like the rest of the Sentinels she knew, but not yet dark; instead, she had okinta glowing, muted beneath her skin.
She turned to face what she could feel at her back, but stopped cold when she saw that the horrid creature from before was standing there and that she could see it now.
It was a Sentinel.
Twisted, sure, its face barely hanging onto existence and its limbs so horribly misconfigured that it looked like it had when Selene first saw it, but a Sentinel. Selene’s jaw fell slack. “What?” She asked.
“There’s much more to the world than you know, little Selene. But you will learn. You’re to stay here until you do,” it said. “Your power is that of a gnat, right now. But you’re here to be taught how to grow.”
Selene’s brow furrowed. She wasn’t getting any answers; just more questions, more danger flung at her. “This isn’t making any sense.”
“You’re forgetting I’m not your friend,” the darkness responded, suddenly appearing in front of her. She jumped in place, taking in a shuddering breath as she suddenly felt, felt all that was around her and sensed all the malice of that place. “You don’t want my answers. You don’t need them. If you ask again, you’ll be punished.”
Her mind felt like it popped, like it was oozing over, being diluted with all the other minds and experiences of this place.
“They don’t tell you what happens down here anymore, I’m sure, but this place is to break you. It’s your one true home, and it’s what you are made of, where your very first ancestors were made. But I and all of my friends are here to burn you, to whittle you down into a warrior,” it said. It hadn’t moved from its position. Its arms still brushed the floor, and Selene still couldn’t see any dimension to the figure. “You don’t really learn from your ‘family.’ You learn from me, from my evil.”
So she stayed in that dark place for years, learning dark gifts, living scenarios enough to give any average person post traumatic stress disorder ten times over and being punished when she developed any emotions. She learned how to burn her mother, as she came to refer to the twisted Sentinel that tortured her, and her mother, in turn, made her learn how to levitate things by sheer willpower, how to dismantle things on atomic levels, how to see in the dark and force her body to grow whatever she needed it to; gills, different lungs, bigger ears. She was forced to learn how to travel through the shadows, burning them with her golden light and them, in turn, burning her. She learned how to read emotions by tiny scents in the air, and she learned how to look at someone and tell their greatest fears. She learned how to amplify fears until it was all someone could think of, and she learned how to make someone’s fear, when thought of, real before their very eyes.
One day, when Selene awoke on the ashen floor, her mother came to her. They ran her through her programs, making no comments and not punishing her for mistakes. Selene thought it was odd, but didn’t ask. She’d learned not to a long time ago.
“You did well today. Look into my eyes.” Selene raised her head to make eye contact, and unclasped her hands. She’d been taught to do both when her mother talked to her.
“Read my fears.”
Selene both quirked and lowered one of her eyebrows, and felt a sharp pain lance through her at it. She tightened her back at it. She’d done so well, too, at not asking questions recently. “Are you sure I can?” She asked, then recoiled at the expected pain. She felt numb and surprised when none came.
“‘Can’ is not a term we are familiar with.”
Selene swallowed. This was weird. This was weird, and she had a bad feeling about it. “Yes,” she said, and settled back into a proper but relaxed posture, her head leaned back slightly and her feet shoulder-width apart. It could be taken for cockiness. It was just how Selene best read fear.
“Can you feel it?”
“Almost.”
“Reach harder.”
Selene didn’t know what that meant, really, but she narrowed her focus and tried to make her powers more potent. She got it - just there, something dark, something blue and silver. She pulled it back to her from her mother’s mind, trying to decipher what it was. Fear wasn’t usually this hard, but she assumes that Sentinel fear is more diluted. And mother is not any sort of human, like the ones they simulated for Selene while she practiced. She focused more, pulling more forcefully, until she read the fear: fear of loss. Loss of what, she didn’t know, but the fear was so intense that Selene could feel it settling around her bones the longer she held it.
She couldn’t see anything. Nothing touched her but a cool grey floor beneath her bare feet. She let out a short chirp, trying to see if any sound would bounce back to her. The space deadened the sound. Selene was suddenly acutely aware of the claustrophobia of the darkness, how it touched her and caressed her skin. She swallowed.
“Hello?” She said, but nothing answered her. She wasn’t quite sure if she’d actually made the noise by the time she stopped, because no reverb answered her. It set her skin to a crawl. She started walking but fell immediately. She couldn’t balance herself in the deadened space. She started crawling, then, looking for a way out.
It took her crawling for two seconds before she heard a slithering behind her, and her body tensed up; she found herself on her feet instinctually, drawn into a simple fighting pose. She heard a deep, rumbling laugh, and then the absolute darkness around her vanished and gave way to grey when two golden eyes opened in front of her.
She let out a startled cry and fell to the ground at the figure she could now see. It was misshapen, unnatural. Its two long arms brushed the floor from slumped shoulders that were too broad for the rest of its sickly thin body. She could see where its ribs protruded, but there was otherwise no depth to the thing. What seemed like ash and soot fell from its body, and a damp smell surrounded it, like inside of a living cave. The thing’s eyes stayed looking at her, and it slopped its body upwards, though its arms were limp and didn’t follow its torso. The way it moved was wrong.
“What’s this?” She heard, and took it as the voice of the thing, though it was omnipresent. “Has the royal family presented me with another gift?” It continued. The more words it spoke, the more Selene felt like something was settling around her bones, the more she felt like she was out of place, like she needed to get out. She knew she had been betrayed, but she couldn’t really process it, just wanted to get out, away, safe. She started crawling backward slowly. Gooseflesh rose on her arms as she kept moving. She was cold, even if her body temperature had not jumped accordingly.
“Oh, little one, do not try and run. See, you are in my world. You were made for this, for me. You’ve come here and to become a part of me,” it says. Selene stopped cold. The thing started moving forward, close enough that she could hear the soft crackle of its structures as it walked and the hisses of whatever it was that was falling from it as they released from its body. It extended a hand to her. “I know it’s not comfortable for you down here right now, but that’s just because you’re not used to it yet,” it said. The more it spoke, the more feminine its voice got, and the less unsettling it was. Selene was still wary, though. “But everyone learns. That’s why you’re different from them right now. That’s why you’re so light and pretty,” it crooned. A toothy grin stretched its face in half. Selene grimaced at the sight.
“Come on. Be like your brothers and sisters; be strong,” it encouraged, and Selene found herself standing up.
“What are you doing?” She asked.
“I’m trying to make you strong,” it replied.
“How?”
The grin it had disappeared, and the darkness around her seemed to intensify. “You ask a lot of questions,” the darkness around her said, its voice suddenly severe again. It was growing tired of these questions, and it needed her consent before it could do what it needed to. Selene’s owlish eyes widened, and she hunkered down a little bit, animalistic instinct telling her that she wasn’t safe, that this demonic figure in front of her was much stronger and bigger than it appeared to be.
The oppressive feeling disappeared quickly, though, as the darkness realized its mistake. “Don’t you trust me?” It asked, its voice kind once again, holding out a hand. Its fingers stretched out to her for what seemed like an eternity. It's palm was as big as her head.
Selene shook her head. “No.”
“That’s okay. I can keep you here for as long as I wish,” the figure said. Selene’s breath caught in her throat.
“Are you going to hurt me?” She’d asked, after a bit of silence.
“Yes.”
She stayed quiet for a while longer. “Will I heal?”
“You will.”
“I’ll be strong?”
“Yes, my dear Sellina, you will,” it said, ambling closer to her, leaning over her. Selene stood her ground and swallowed as the area that had been lit around her started growing smaller because of some unseen force.
“I - “
“Accept?”
“...Yes.”
The darkness around her closed around her for a second with a rush of sound like a river crashing in on itself, too loud and overwhelming. Selene fell to her knees, but for a second, all was still and silent. Selene had only the time to call out for the dark figure in confusion before she was suddenly pushed down, and hands started touching her, ripping her across the endless floor and blinding her with all of their golden eyes.
She started screaming, but no sooner than did she open her mouth did she feel like she was being choked with smoke. She gripped her neck with her hands as she felt something invasive spreading through her body, banging around and corrupting her, finding her mind shortly and starting to rip things about, rearranging synapses and organs and nerves until it finally found something that she immediately felt its glee for finding as it popped.
She roared, her body going rigid as she felt herself hardening, elongating, burning up inside; she turned on her stomach and beat against the ground as her screams pushed the shadows inside of her out into the open, until she screamed so much that there was none left and all that shone out of her was golden light, bright and reassuring in its brightness. Every figure it touched burned, and every figure that burned screamed like a banshee, until all that was left was Selene standing in the darkness. Her body was glowing, fully matured and angled like the rest of the Sentinels she knew, but not yet dark; instead, she had okinta glowing, muted beneath her skin.
She turned to face what she could feel at her back, but stopped cold when she saw that the horrid creature from before was standing there and that she could see it now.
It was a Sentinel.
Twisted, sure, its face barely hanging onto existence and its limbs so horribly misconfigured that it looked like it had when Selene first saw it, but a Sentinel. Selene’s jaw fell slack. “What?” She asked.
“There’s much more to the world than you know, little Selene. But you will learn. You’re to stay here until you do,” it said. “Your power is that of a gnat, right now. But you’re here to be taught how to grow.”
Selene’s brow furrowed. She wasn’t getting any answers; just more questions, more danger flung at her. “This isn’t making any sense.”
“You’re forgetting I’m not your friend,” the darkness responded, suddenly appearing in front of her. She jumped in place, taking in a shuddering breath as she suddenly felt, felt all that was around her and sensed all the malice of that place. “You don’t want my answers. You don’t need them. If you ask again, you’ll be punished.”
Her mind felt like it popped, like it was oozing over, being diluted with all the other minds and experiences of this place.
“They don’t tell you what happens down here anymore, I’m sure, but this place is to break you. It’s your one true home, and it’s what you are made of, where your very first ancestors were made. But I and all of my friends are here to burn you, to whittle you down into a warrior,” it said. It hadn’t moved from its position. Its arms still brushed the floor, and Selene still couldn’t see any dimension to the figure. “You don’t really learn from your ‘family.’ You learn from me, from my evil.”
So she stayed in that dark place for years, learning dark gifts, living scenarios enough to give any average person post traumatic stress disorder ten times over and being punished when she developed any emotions. She learned how to burn her mother, as she came to refer to the twisted Sentinel that tortured her, and her mother, in turn, made her learn how to levitate things by sheer willpower, how to dismantle things on atomic levels, how to see in the dark and force her body to grow whatever she needed it to; gills, different lungs, bigger ears. She was forced to learn how to travel through the shadows, burning them with her golden light and them, in turn, burning her. She learned how to read emotions by tiny scents in the air, and she learned how to look at someone and tell their greatest fears. She learned how to amplify fears until it was all someone could think of, and she learned how to make someone’s fear, when thought of, real before their very eyes.
One day, when Selene awoke on the ashen floor, her mother came to her. They ran her through her programs, making no comments and not punishing her for mistakes. Selene thought it was odd, but didn’t ask. She’d learned not to a long time ago.
“You did well today. Look into my eyes.” Selene raised her head to make eye contact, and unclasped her hands. She’d been taught to do both when her mother talked to her.
“Read my fears.”
Selene both quirked and lowered one of her eyebrows, and felt a sharp pain lance through her at it. She tightened her back at it. She’d done so well, too, at not asking questions recently. “Are you sure I can?” She asked, then recoiled at the expected pain. She felt numb and surprised when none came.
“‘Can’ is not a term we are familiar with.”
Selene swallowed. This was weird. This was weird, and she had a bad feeling about it. “Yes,” she said, and settled back into a proper but relaxed posture, her head leaned back slightly and her feet shoulder-width apart. It could be taken for cockiness. It was just how Selene best read fear.
“Can you feel it?”
“Almost.”
“Reach harder.”
Selene didn’t know what that meant, really, but she narrowed her focus and tried to make her powers more potent. She got it - just there, something dark, something blue and silver. She pulled it back to her from her mother’s mind, trying to decipher what it was. Fear wasn’t usually this hard, but she assumes that Sentinel fear is more diluted. And mother is not any sort of human, like the ones they simulated for Selene while she practiced. She focused more, pulling more forcefully, until she read the fear: fear of loss. Loss of what, she didn’t know, but the fear was so intense that Selene could feel it settling around her bones the longer she held it.
I personally feel like this was one of my funnier posts I've done in a while. I love making things light-hearted, even in serious situations, so to make something like a random explosion in a holy domain seem like nothing to a character is my kind of game that I adore playing:
And with that, Meliere also beamed as well. Not just for his sake, of course, but because she loved his fervor. That and she didn't know how she would keep her "allies" from bothering the poor angel if he said no, so it was a relief.
"I'm so, so very happy to hear! In fact-"
"Fire in the hole!!!" A loud cackle and an explosion cut off Meliere's next sentence. Her eye twitched once.
"What do you know...?" She tittered lightly, "T-they're here... Too soon." Meliere frowned, the last two words taking on a more menacing tone. She then took to her own sort of floating, letting the soft weightlessness carry her soon-to-be woes away for the moment.
"Sorry about that. I must warn you now..." She spoke as she heard a shrill voice yelling for someone called "Lexi" to get down from the ceiling, "One is not quite... You know... Sane? Yes, I think that's the word. The other one is a darling. I think you'll love her." She drifted towards the doorway and landed back on her feet with a quiet step, flourishing towards the door. "Shall we? I think they'd love to meet you too!"
And with that, Meliere also beamed as well. Not just for his sake, of course, but because she loved his fervor. That and she didn't know how she would keep her "allies" from bothering the poor angel if he said no, so it was a relief.
"I'm so, so very happy to hear! In fact-"
"Fire in the hole!!!" A loud cackle and an explosion cut off Meliere's next sentence. Her eye twitched once.
"What do you know...?" She tittered lightly, "T-they're here... Too soon." Meliere frowned, the last two words taking on a more menacing tone. She then took to her own sort of floating, letting the soft weightlessness carry her soon-to-be woes away for the moment.
"Sorry about that. I must warn you now..." She spoke as she heard a shrill voice yelling for someone called "Lexi" to get down from the ceiling, "One is not quite... You know... Sane? Yes, I think that's the word. The other one is a darling. I think you'll love her." She drifted towards the doorway and landed back on her feet with a quiet step, flourishing towards the door. "Shall we? I think they'd love to meet you too!"
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