@macespare
please message me on discord for rp and plotting. i dont understand what im doing wrong or if people are just bored of me or my characters and its making me so sad please hmu
and i hate to seem all desperate and beg but like i genuinely dont know what else to do when my discord is pretty much dead and my anons are barely alive</3 wp seems to be dying in general but like cmon i know theres silly people here somewhere
“Do… you need help?”
d'you drink?
whoa .. i totally spaced out didn’t i? i’m so sorry, what did you say?
@totallyxtra ( her reaction is.. much better than he anticipates, actually. he exhales, quietly, shrugging his shoulders and shifting back a little. ) i'm fine. i-i guess. i just don't really know.. why i'm here? or what to do..?
* another blink, she opens her mouth to say more, instead gasps and reaches out slowly to poke his skin, inches away before pulling her finger back—feeling startled, and totally like she’s invading his space, * / no /. ohmygosh! you’re like .. like … like a zombie?? i am .. wow! this was not on my bingo card … are you, like, / okay /?
@totallyxtra i'm serious. ( an exhale. he glances to her, tugging his hood down. the man had drowned, and it was evident, permanently, in his appearance. ) i died. four days ago.
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/ he drowned btw tbats how he dyed.... .. .. . ..
⟨ eddie rolled up beside him, taking his helmet off as he looked to the other. ⟩ “ hey, harlan. i got an extra helmet you wanna go for a ride.ᐣ ”
@NTSODED “ i have my license, never been in an accident. id say that's pretty careful. ill go slow. ”
@symbiotez oh, no, thank you. ( he settled on the motorcycle after a moment, body trembling faintly. ) do you drive carefully? slowly?
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* midas was sat in his office, writing something with a pen that was slowly turning golden. he was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the telephone ring. moving the swivel chair slightly, he reached for the phone, which was also golden from past use.* hello?
incredible, or a pain in the backside. either way, i have it, and it's not going away any time soon, i imagine.
* midas held his coffee cup in his hands, warming them. * my friend wouldn't mind. he has already said that you're welcome to join his little crew. he said as long as you don't bite.
@schemesnap i understand. your abilitity is incredible, but yes, i see the risk there. ( he sighed, shaking his head. ) is he not bothered by my state? your friend?
that's the spirit. * he smiled briefly. * i would offer more gold than i initially said, but i can't keep turning things to gold... if i can help it, that is. the economy would be in shambles. the value of it would crash.
well, aren't you an interesting specimen. undead, perhaps?
don't be. i'll talk with you tomorrow. now, i really must go.
* he checked his watch again and began to leave. * bye, for now.
@schemesnap ( reluctantly, his arm is retracted, a faint humiliation aching in his chest. ) oh, that's alright. i apologize. i suppose i'll speak to you tomorrow, midas.
i can't shake your hand. * maybe his tone sounded too blunt, but it was for harlan's own good, midas thought. his arms stayed put. * i have an affliction of my own. i destroy things that i touch. * he sighs softly and grumbles. * let's leave it at that– it's a touchy topic.