"Scanning…initial analysis indicates a strict but respected individual."
"Well..." The girl scratched her head, "The one cyborg working for an organization with supreme bionic transplant skills, very good at perceiving stuff?"
"...I guess."
"...I guess."
"Definitely a heart of gold," said Blaze as he saw this one as a much different Xueqing from the one he knows from their timeline. He had been thrusted somehow into this one and needed a way back so he could protect her from Lucien and his horde of demons.
What it taste like?
“What a weird creature, but even with that frightening look, it doesn’t seem harmful. I think I need to visit the swamps once in a while.”
The deer looks quite interested at that creature, but astonishingly not with fear, she has nothing, else she’d propose a treat, like one of her self-made cookies.
The deer looks quite interested at that creature, but astonishingly not with fear, she has nothing, else she’d propose a treat, like one of her self-made cookies.
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“What a weird creature, but even with that frightening look, it doesn’t seem harmful. I think I need to visit the swamps once in a while.”
The deer looks quite interested at that creature, but astonishingly not with fear, she has nothing, else she’d propose a treat, like one of her self-made cookies.
The deer looks quite interested at that creature, but astonishingly not with fear, she has nothing, else she’d propose a treat, like one of her self-made cookies.
Even a single errant snowflake adds to the blizzard. No matter how simple one might seem. It all serves the inescapable cause-and-effect that shapes all things. From the greatest of us to the lowliest. From photons to planetoids. We all operate within a Darwinian and deterministic universe. That is life.
“You remind me of a frozen lake I once stepped onto. Still. Perfect. But I could feel the pressure just beneath.”
She tilted her head slightly, studying Ixqueya as if the truth of her might be whispered by the wind.
“Stillness is strong. But so is cracking open. I don’t think one makes the other weak.”
She tilted her head slightly, studying Ixqueya as if the truth of her might be whispered by the wind.
“Stillness is strong. But so is cracking open. I don’t think one makes the other weak.”
Serena’s looked Kyria up and down as though revisiting a memory she had no intention of forgetting.
“Still poetic, I see,” she said, voice silk-wrapped steel. “You always did have a way of making jagged things sound lovely.”
Her gaze lingered a beat too long. “But if you’re going to call others frozen… you might want to thaw first.”
She smiled, slow and deliberate. “Impression? Glass. Beautiful, breakable, and always reflecting someone else.”
“Still poetic, I see,” she said, voice silk-wrapped steel. “You always did have a way of making jagged things sound lovely.”
Her gaze lingered a beat too long. “But if you’re going to call others frozen… you might want to thaw first.”
She smiled, slow and deliberate. “Impression? Glass. Beautiful, breakable, and always reflecting someone else.”
Meridith was not the type to find herself drawn to people (especially to strangers), however exceptions could be made. This was one of those rare cases; Meridith found something about Serena... utterly fascinating. Yet she had no clue why she felt this way- Even she realized that this was out of character for her. It was like there was something tugging at her from behind the scenes, tying invisible strings around her limbs...
...But these 'strings' were not bound very tight. If anything, the hypnotic pull of Serena's very presence was something Meridith was having an easier time ignoring, not long after becoming aware of it.
After all, a succubus could not easily charm someone who was already in love with somebody else.
"...You look nice," Meridith attempts to be polite- after all, it was hard to deny. The lady in front of her was indeed very beautiful. "But I think you're more than just a pretty face. There's something off about you."
Even if she was unaware of Serena's true nature as a demonic entity, Meridith has had enough close calls with the supernatural to know that something wasn't right.
...But these 'strings' were not bound very tight. If anything, the hypnotic pull of Serena's very presence was something Meridith was having an easier time ignoring, not long after becoming aware of it.
"...You look nice," Meridith attempts to be polite- after all, it was hard to deny. The lady in front of her was indeed very beautiful. "But I think you're more than just a pretty face. There's something off about you."
Even if she was unaware of Serena's true nature as a demonic entity, Meridith has had enough close calls with the supernatural to know that something wasn't right.
" You strike me as one deeply dedicated to their works and uninterested in the broader mundane happenings of the day to day, a commendable talent if relegated to the appropriate causes, hrm... I do not doubt that your skills would prove quite useful in matters concerning the adeptus administratum, a curator or lorekeeper of sorts. I believe you are the sort that could easily command an audience through use of wit and an appreciation of scholarly works. I would say that I would see to it that you are not mocked insofar as I discover your motives, which may make this untested agreeableness subject to change. May the light of the astronomican guide you to knowledge that is worthwhile while rendering you blind and deaf to heresies, for knowledge too is a weapon, against its possessor as much as those intended to be its subjects. That is all. Dismissed. "
"The general who is, uhh... Very Imperium."
Xueqing then coughed a bit, "Serious though, you look like somebody who does all the stoic stuff..." A pause. "...and then I don't know, maybe you're keen on HEADS."
She shrugged, clearly hiding a few things she didn't want to mention.
Xueqing then coughed a bit, "Serious though, you look like somebody who does all the stoic stuff..." A pause. "...and then I don't know, maybe you're keen on HEADS."
She shrugged, clearly hiding a few things she didn't want to mention.
"I don't have much to say about you. I've never met you before, though that will probably change on any given moment...who knows? Not me..."
The Doctor raised an eyebrow under his mask, his gray eyes peering around.
"At a glance, however, I'd say you're resilient. The type of person someone would want to have around, you know?"
The Doctor raised an eyebrow under his mask, his gray eyes peering around.
"At a glance, however, I'd say you're resilient. The type of person someone would want to have around, you know?"
A suspicious looking citizen.
You are a quaint yet very amicable and good-natured being, I am glad you were willing to put behind our initial grievances, in truth, you liven the atmosphere of settings you visit and are pleasant to interact with.
Ah yes, that was an unfortunate instance, but my fascination with head is well known, nothing quite like kicking it back in the trophy room at the end of a long day after you've gotten head. You can often find me in far reaches and sometimes even on the battlefield hunting for head, there's nothing quite like getting some good trophy head. Sometimes first thing in the morning ! nothing quite riles the spirit like a morning head hunt.
Aleksandr would pause pointing at the trophy mounts upon the wall.
I've gotten all shapes, forms and kinds of head.
What can I say
I like getting head
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"The general who is, uhh... Very Imperium."
Xueqing then coughed a bit, "Serious though, you look like somebody who does all the stoic stuff..." A pause. "...and then I don't know, maybe you're keen on HEADS."
She shrugged, clearly hiding a few things she didn't want to mention.
Xueqing then coughed a bit, "Serious though, you look like somebody who does all the stoic stuff..." A pause. "...and then I don't know, maybe you're keen on HEADS."
She shrugged, clearly hiding a few things she didn't want to mention.
You are a quaint yet very amicable and good-natured being, I am glad you were willing to put behind our initial grievances, in truth, you liven the atmosphere of settings you visit and are pleasant to interact with.
Ah yes, that was an unfortunate instance, but my fascination with head is well known, nothing quite like kicking it back in the trophy room at the end of a long day after you've gotten head. You can often find me in far reaches and sometimes even on the battlefield hunting for head, there's nothing quite like getting some good trophy head. Sometimes first thing in the morning ! nothing quite riles the spirit like a morning head hunt.
Aleksandr would pause pointing at the trophy mounts upon the wall.
I've gotten all shapes, forms and kinds of head.
What can I say
I like getting head
"We didn't see eye to eye at first, but things have changed, Lord General Aleksandr," she said before she finished, "Now i look up to you like a daughter would to a father."
“Seems you’ve grown, since we met. You carry yourself much differently,” Esme said. “You struck me as quite reserved back then. Gentle. I don’t think that remains the case.”
"You are kind to everyone and everything. I admire that!"
"Um, biker changed into soldier. I haven't a remote idea how this happened."
Xueqing shook her head.
"Though, you definitely seem devoted. That's a good thing!"
Xueqing shook her head.
"Though, you definitely seem devoted. That's a good thing!"
" I could not garner much of her, she spurns a sense of unfamiliarity and confusion. "
Alaric offered a subtle shrug, his impression was one of placid indifference.
Alaric offered a subtle shrug, his impression was one of placid indifference.
"I can't say whom this man is, but he is a lovely test subject indeed! Let me dissect!"
“You wear power like theater, but I can feel the real weight behind it.”
“You could be chaos for chaos’ sake… or a storm that chooses when to strike. I wonder which.”
Freydis tilted her head slightly, not in fear, but in calculated interest. She was a hunter by birth, a shieldmaiden by blood, and she had learned long ago not to underestimate the beautiful or bizarre.
“You could be chaos for chaos’ sake… or a storm that chooses when to strike. I wonder which.”
Freydis tilted her head slightly, not in fear, but in calculated interest. She was a hunter by birth, a shieldmaiden by blood, and she had learned long ago not to underestimate the beautiful or bizarre.
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