Faith [๐ช๐ข๐ฉ๐๐ฐ๐ ๐ฒ๐ฉ๐] (
soulsurvivore) wrote in
sheep_game2023-06-02 07:46 pm
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weed . . . le . . .
WHO: FILTHY WEEDS . . . and anyone who wants to try and lurk
WHERE: near the fountain
WHEN: Day 8, late night
[ Late at night, a couple of the newcomers may or may not be lurking near the fountain, waiting to discuss things! They're not a team, so they're not exactly organized, okay.
Non-weeds are, of course, welcome to try and see what they're up to. have fun with that. ]
WHERE: near the fountain
WHEN: Day 8, late night
[ Late at night, a couple of the newcomers may or may not be lurking near the fountain, waiting to discuss things! They're not a team, so they're not exactly organized, okay.
Non-weeds are, of course, welcome to try and see what they're up to. have fun with that. ]

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Just wait until you hear about the other ones.
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[he's helping by not being helpful at all due to jesus fuck he is TIRED. thank god for illusions keeping him looking chill and steady.]
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[Vicious still looks puzzled by this whole encounter.
After his wounds are mostly healed, he glows for a moment and shifts back into his human form, demon parts disappearing in a wisp of dust and sparks. He wobbles just a little as his weight shifts.]
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[ Watching him de-morb ]
You just keep all that under wraps, huh?
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[He says, still covered in his own blood.]
And yeah, usually I keep with this person-lookin' form. The other one tends to make people freak out. I mean, more than they freak out seein' me normally.
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You know what, that's totally fair, actually.
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[and yeaaah. not looking at Vash but. yeah.]
Also pretty sure there's all types here, so doubt a lot of people'll have the usual responses.
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[Vicious stretches casually, hands behind his head, which surely purely incidentally prevents him from making any eye contact at all]
Only a matter o' time 'til people start gettin' the same ideas, though. Ya felt it already, right? The black fire.
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Yeah . . . what was that, anyway?