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She/Her
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Pansexual
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Aug 21, 2022 21:47:10 GMT
Post by Clover on Aug 21, 2022 21:47:10 GMT
 Clover Bancroft I AM A WITNESS TO ALL OUR SINS The soft tipper tapper of raindrops would fill the streets of London as the sky above darkened, sunlight blocked out by grey clouds whilst the streets scattered and cleared. At Piccadilly Circus, the same big panels playing advertisements remained yet for the first time since anyone could remember, they were switched off, replaced with blackened screens. Roads were no longer littered with traffic and thus stands were set up as a sort of makeshift market began to form in the chaos of everything that occurred. Some of these were simple small wooden booths that sold generic items either kept from before the world was affected by the system or things people had found from travelling and exploring the new world they lived in. As in world currency faded, bartering would reign supreme yet amongst the many different surprises the world now had to offer, free food and sampling seemed to be the one people enjoyed and exploited the most. Charity and kindness could flourish in dire times yet greed remained all the same. From the many old restaurants that offered food to those that needed it, to those that were still settling into this new world and trying to get by and during a time when people were still trying to figure out whether old rules applied, groups would find themselves stocking up and eating as often as they could without a care for others that may also need a meal for the day. There were also those like Clover, who due to uncertainty of her place in the world, found herself helping run these community organized kitchens to feed those less fortunate. For the moment though, as rain began to fall, the blonde haired girl would retreat indoors to a restaurant, occupying an empty table in the corner of an old pub whilst waiting for her ordered food to arrive. "To think handing out food would be so much work." The girl would mutter under her breath, her words followed by a soft sigh of relief as she leaned back in the chair ready to enjoy her time off. Alfonso Gerudia Miyah [attr="class","lyrics"]WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO POUR YOUR HEART INTO SOMETHING? [attr="class","notes"]NOTES -- @tagged [newclass=.lyrics]font:9px calibri;color:#aa88bb;text-align:center;margin-bottom:-20px;letter-spacing:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=.notes]font:9px calibri;color:#4d4b4a;height:0px;text-align:center;overflow:hidden;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.lyrics:hover .notes]height:15px;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] |
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She/Her
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Bisexual
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Aug 21, 2022 22:49:27 GMT
Post by Miyah on Aug 21, 2022 22:49:27 GMT
Miyah stepped out of the white light, rubbing her eyes. She was getting used to the teleporting, however, the flashbang every time was a little annoying. Small raindrops began to wet her hair as she glanced up at the sky. Miserable weather. She stretched her arms, cracking her neck as she began to meander her way down the street. Rain was a nice break, she was used to arid environments, so the gentle pitter patter of rain was a welcomed break. “London, huh?” Miyah sighed, pulling the coat she had recently found tighter around her. Miyah could see the faint glow of lights from inside one of the building on her left. It looked like it may have been a restaurant previously, but who knows what it was now.
Stepping across the threshold, Miyah was met with the quiet bustle of a pub, a dozen or so patrons casually chatting or joking around various tables. She’d spent the last few hours or so out in the desert, practising her new found strengths. It was a different way of fighting than she was used too. The empty leather holster around her waist still felt light, and she’d instinctively reached for her gun too many times now. But enough moping, more drinking.
She glanced over towards a table in the corner, spotting the girl sitting on her own. Miyah moved her way over, pulling a chair out, sitting down across the table. She tilted her head, eyeing Clover up and down, a small grin on her face.
“Evening, mind if I take a seat?” She asked, not bothering to wait for the girls answer. Rubbing the ripped cloth tied around her arm, she let out a small sigh. “Let me get a drink, I’ll be right back, K?” She said, shooting Clover a smile before standing back up, moving off over to the bar.
A minute late, Miyah was back, placing the fizzy black glass down onto the table. “Haven’t had a drink in a week, thought I’d go for something strong.” She said, shooting a grin over the table.
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Miner
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Aug 21, 2022 23:05:13 GMT
Post by Alfonso Gerudia on Aug 21, 2022 23:05:13 GMT
 Alfonso Gerudia Cast to another land again, the tired miner is in familiar setting. London. Although he has not been here since a little boy, he notices the landmarks typical of the greatest city on Earth! At least in his eyes. He wanders aimlessly, Agatha in his stride, looking for something to abate his boredom and self loathe. Hew walks through the quiet streets of a once bustling metropolis, when he stumbles across a dainty, quaint restaurant. A few bites of some good food would be nice. Alfonso walks inside and sizes the room. The smell of cheap booze masks the stagnant air of a saloon type bar, which looks like it was old enough to have been built in the antiquity era. The place seems jolly; packed with adventurers of all kinds. At the bar stands a lady, a burly one at that. bartender: "What'll it be mistah?" Alfonso: "What food do you have on offer at this establishment" bartender: "Yah shit outta luck, any minute earlier and ya would've 'ad more variety to yer choices. Howeva, last customer took the last portion of roast until tomorruh. Not a bad choice left though, some nice black forest gateau layin' about" Alfonso freezes. Memories of a distant past flood into his mind. The pain. The sorrow. The anguish. All back from that time.. And the guilt. Its still there. Its chewing at him, gnawing at his psyche. He stares through the woman for a brief moment. with the expression as though someone had just shot his wife. His pet, clawing at his leg. He moves, zombie-like towards a wooden post inside the pub, where he slumps onto the ground and curls up into his own despair. The aardvark stays beside him, lapping up any goods it can find from the floor. |
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Pansexual
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Aug 21, 2022 23:32:18 GMT
Post by Clover on Aug 21, 2022 23:32:18 GMT
Clover Bancroft I AM A WITNESS TO ALL OUR SINS Fate was a fickle thing that could change at the slightest variation of probability, where one action could take you down a mysterious set of circumstances that could forever change your life or simply leave you repeating the same day over and over again. Regardless, lady luck continued to surprise the religious girl with new encounters, the first of which was a stranger approaching her table. Of course before Clover even had a chance to respond, the dark skinned woman before her already decided to claim a spot at the table, becoming the first acquittance of today beyond her charity work and also the first person that Clover had no idea how to deal with. With her mouth agape, the blonde haired girl simply watched in awe as Miyah did what she wanted, her fingers lifting only to curl back from the lack of attention given to her wants and cares. "Uhm... Yeah that's fine, you can sit there." A soft sigh of defeat would follow the meek response, with Clover's eyes lowering down to the table until Miyah left to grab a drink. What was up with people in this place? Even back at home, the people she struggled to deal with were usually a little more predictable than sitting down with a stranger with no concern for their comfort as if it were a normal activity. Having previously been zoned out to enjoy her time off, the teenager now faced herself chewing on her roast meat and gravy unable to plunge back into the safety of her own mind with all the noise surrounding her. Voices filled the air, the steady distance muttering and laughing served with background jazz from speakers up above. Further investigation of the room eventually found her eyes wandering onto a lone man with a pet... Aardvark? He looked down and come to think of it, the big line for queue being turned away as the last piece of food was given to her seemed to explain the situation quite well. Great, she was starving but how could she leave someone looking so gloomy without help? It was obvious what she had to do and so she would, walking over straight towards Alfonso before grabbing his sleeve and gently tugging on it to grab the man's attention. "Excuse me Mister... It's not much but I can offer you half of my portion if you're starving?" With a wobbly awkward smile forming on her mouth, Clover would turn around to motion at the table that her and Miyah were relaxing at, the plate of food in clear view and mostly untouched. [attr="class","lyrics"]WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO POUR YOUR HEART INTO SOMETHING? [attr="class","notes"]NOTES -- @tagged [newclass=.lyrics]font:9px calibri;color:#aa88bb;text-align:center;margin-bottom:-20px;letter-spacing:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=.notes]font:9px calibri;color:#4d4b4a;height:0px;text-align:center;overflow:hidden;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.lyrics:hover .notes]height:15px;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] |
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21
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She/Her
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Bisexual
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Nomad
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Aug 21, 2022 23:59:45 GMT
Post by Miyah on Aug 21, 2022 23:59:45 GMT
Miyah took a sip of her drink, savouring the cool feeling of the alcoholic mix. Her eyes glanced towards the door as the Miner entered. She never really switched off, even when relaxing in a place like this. She made a mental note of the man, recognising the lanky figure from earlier. She rolled her eyes, looking back at Clover. She picked out the mans voice, listening to him order a drink as she gently placed her glass back down. She didn’t move from her seat, watching as the girl got up from the table. Letting out a small laugh, Miyah leant across the table, pulling the plate of food towards her. She spun the fork around her finger, and pulled a piece of the meat off, sliding it into her mouth.
“This is good, Better than the garbage they serve in America.” She said, turning to wave at the two of them, another forkful of clovers food in her hand. “Oh, its you. Nice to see you again.” She said. She had been aware of Alfonsos presence in the building since the minute he stepped in.
She glanced back up at clover, pausing as she held the fork up too her mouth. “Oh, yeah, can I have some of your food, I’m starving.” She said, pulling the roast into her mouth.
“What’s his problem?” She asked, placing the fork down onto the plate. “Hit your head or something? You were fine earlier, what’s changed?” She asked Alfonso, crossing her legs in the chair as she peered down at him. “God, you people are really something…” She muttered to herself, turning back to the table to continue her drink.
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21
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He/Him
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Asexual
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Miner
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Post by Alfonso Gerudia on Aug 22, 2022 0:41:03 GMT
Alfonso Gerudia Alfonso couldnt help but sit in self wallowing despair. He couldnt help but think "Death is like the wind, always by my side". Its following him. Waiting. He cannot get attached to anyone again. He cannot risk their life. All he has is Agatha. He looks down to the aardvark, and gives her a caressing stroke along her back. Her ears recoil back in delight at the gentle touch of her master, only to then feel discomfort from the wetness of the hand that has soaked up Alfonsos tears and drool. Hand brought back into the curling position, he resumes sobbing to himself. Slowly, but quietly, he hears a voice piercing the low drone of mumbling babble in the pub. It becomes clearer by the second. He looks up, vision blurred, eyes red and bloodshot, mouth smothered his sadness. As his sight improves, a young, fair haired lady comes into resolution. His addled brain cannot comprehend such beauty. She offers him her own food, to her own expense. "Mother?" He winces in a low, broken voice. But alas, Alfonso never met his mother. A testament to the torment and strife his brain is dealing with. "No more cake please mother. Where is father to share it? Father, where are you? Elizabeth, are you there too? where are you both hiding, please come out I have consumed a beer too many to comprehend a good game of hide and seek." And yet he has not drank a drop of alcohol. Agatha lays her head on the mans arm, as he stares blankly at the face of the fair haired lady, mumbling words under his breath, too quite to discern...... |
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Aug 22, 2022 16:41:00 GMT
Post by Clover on Aug 22, 2022 16:41:00 GMT
Clover Bancroft I AM A WITNESS TO ALL OUR SINS To her front, Clover found a confusing and strange man referring to her as mother whilst moping around life and... Cake? To her rear, Clover would find that the meal she was given had been taken by the very person that invited herself to the table the girl had previously claimed for herself, not even bothering to grab a new fork to eat with. Once again, the woman did what she wanted, only caring to ask once the action had been taken and even then, likely caring little about what Clover had to say regarding the matter. Her response? The blonde haired girl just glared awkwardly back at the table, scratching the side of her face as she tried to form words in her mouth. "Ehhh...? Help yourself I suppose, you two can share the meal if you'd like." Clover would respond in a dejected manner, the loud grumble of her stomach arriving fashionably at the moment that she finished her response, causing her face to further contort. It wasn't like she couldn't get food elsewhere but it would be a while until the stands opened again and she had really been looking forward to the pub roast. Alas, the blonde girl now found herself seated back at the table, across from Miyah and away from the strange man that failed to properly acknowledge what she said. In fact, it had been her first reaction to step away seeing as his response made her even more uncomfortable than the woman shamelessly stealing her food. "Is that your friend? I think something is wrong with him but I'm not sure if there's any hospitals nearby." [attr="class","lyrics"]WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO POUR YOUR HEART INTO SOMETHING? [attr="class","notes"]NOTES -- @tagged [newclass=.lyrics]font:9px calibri;color:#aa88bb;text-align:center;margin-bottom:-20px;letter-spacing:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=.notes]font:9px calibri;color:#4d4b4a;height:0px;text-align:center;overflow:hidden;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.lyrics:hover .notes]height:15px;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] |
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21
PRONOUNS
She/Her
SEXUALITY
Bisexual
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Nomad
UNSORTED
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Aug 22, 2022 17:25:08 GMT
Post by Miyah on Aug 22, 2022 17:25:08 GMT
“Friend? No, just acquaintances, if that.” Miyah said, sheepishly looking down at the plate. She noticed the more than unpleased look on Clovers face. “Sorry, old habits.” She apologised, getting up from her seat. “I’ll get you another fork.”
A few moments later, Miyah returned to the table, handing the girl a clean utensil she had acquired from the bar. “Manners aren’t my strong suit, never really saw the need for them.” She commented, glancing down at the man still mopping on the floor. Really? Get over it. “Alfonso, get up.” She said, a slight hint of annoyance in her voice as she glared down at the man. What had got him so emotional, the bartender had said maybe five things to the man at most. “Are just going to sit there and cry like a little girl, or are you going to get up and act like a rational human being?” Miyah asked, her fingers drumming against the table, clearly annoyed. She picked up her glass, taking another long hard sip of the drink.
“Anyway, what’s your name, princess?” Miyah asked, smirking. The two women could have been further apart, Miyah could tell the inherent passiveness in the girls actions, she was sheltered. “I’m Miyah, no family name.” She followed, holding out her hand across the table, the crimson stained bandage still wrapped around it.
She glanced back down at Alfonso. Beginning to tap her fingers again, she shook her head. “Do you think he hit his head?” She asked Clover, chuckling to herself.
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21
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He/Him
SEXUALITY
Asexual
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Miner
UNSORTED
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Aug 22, 2022 18:57:31 GMT
Post by Alfonso Gerudia on Aug 22, 2022 18:57:31 GMT
Alfonso Gerudia The lifeless droop in Alfonsos shoulders vanishes, and the man perks up. he stand up straight, wiping the dust particles off his clothes. The dirt seems to have mixed with the tears on his face, giving him a slightly darker complexity. he brings one foot ahead of the other. The next follows. Soon, he is trudging over towards the table where the two girls sat. He stands for a moment, assessing the situation. "Ah, it appears to my attention that I have been exported to yet another boresome place." He notices the young lady to his left is in fact a familiar face. He recluses and decides to sit beside the fair haired girl, who seems rather confused to say the least. Now to assess the situation. One moment he was in the streets of London, the next he is slumped against a pillar in the middle of some dubious hideout or hovel. "Do you care as to tell me where we are young lady" turning to the blond girl beside him. "I seem to have no recollection of the matter of my appearance to this very place. Oh, do mind my manners, my name Is Alfonso and this is Agatha" He points down to the aardvark licking at the shoes of Clover. " Ah I do apologise, she is rather curious sometimes! Oh but I am ever so parched, could you be so kind as to keep an eye on her whilst I go fetch myself a beverage?" he quickly scuffles off the bench, and shifts towards the bar. "One beer of the finest batch if you might." The Bartender stares at Alfonso blankly for a brief moment, then grabs a beer and hands it to him. She dare not say a word to the man, in case he has another 'problem' in her bar. He sits back down and passes the beer to Miyah. "I can smell the cheapness in this concoction, it is better suited to you, great mustelid of the desert." He jeers at the lady, almost as though he resents an action she has committed, or the words she has spoken. |
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17
PRONOUNS
She/Her
SEXUALITY
Pansexual
CLASS
Oracle
UNSORTED
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Aug 24, 2022 16:36:47 GMT
Post by Clover on Aug 24, 2022 16:36:47 GMT
Clover Bancroft I AM A WITNESS TO ALL OUR SINS Clover would give a simple yet awkward smile as Miyah explained her circumstances, not really minding the poor manners so much as the fact she was so forward and pushy with everything, doing things despite asking questions as if feigning interest and care in what the other party thought, how comfortable they felt, etc... But she couldn't be judgmental, everyone had their own circumstances and thus had different reasons for their behaviors. It was one of the fundamental teachings of the Lord and back at home so truly, besides feeling slightly out of place, Clover wouldn't bat an eye. "Clover. Clover Bancroft. I would say calling me a princess is a little off, I grew up in a holy place where everyone was equal regardless of status however it is my pleasure to meet you." With a more confident smile appearing on her face this time around, Clover would then turn her attention to the man that had previously spent his time weeping, his appearance dirty like that of a coal miner and yet the question he posed proved that he wasn't from the Northern areas of England. At least Margaret Thatcher had one less hater. Still, the question he posed certainly startled her, enough to widen her eyes and briefly leave her mouth agape as soundless air escaped the open crevice. How did he not know he was in London? Surely transporting around with the system would have told him this much and even then, they were in one of the most recognizable parts of the city. "Umm... We're in London right now if that's what you mean. Piccadilly Circus to be exact. And please let's get along! It is important to love thy neighbour afterall..." [attr="class","lyrics"]WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO POUR YOUR HEART INTO SOMETHING? [attr="class","notes"]NOTES -- @tagged [newclass=.lyrics]font:9px calibri;color:#aa88bb;text-align:center;margin-bottom:-20px;letter-spacing:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=.notes]font:9px calibri;color:#4d4b4a;height:0px;text-align:center;overflow:hidden;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.lyrics:hover .notes]height:15px;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] |
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21
PRONOUNS
She/Her
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Bisexual
CLASS
Nomad
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Aug 24, 2022 23:18:13 GMT
Post by Miyah on Aug 24, 2022 23:18:13 GMT
"London? That explains the dreadful weather.” Miyah said, leaning back in her chair. She gave a look towards Clover, raising her eyebrow. “No ones equal, definitely not the church.” She had had bad run ins with religious types, especially those in the place she called home. “Doesn’t matter what flavour you pick, there’s always someone at the top feeding off your work.” It was clearly a touchy subject for her. She pulled the knife from her holster, beginning to play with it in her hands. Watching the lanky man return with a beer, she rolled her eyes. “Don’t make me break your arm.” She growled, shooting daggers across the table at Alfonso. But she quickly wiped the frown off her face, turning back to Clover. “My neighbours can go do one, they have to earn my love. All this love and peace talk will just end up with you with knife in your back. I've given them the benefit of the doubt too many times.” She said, letting out a sigh. She picked the drink up anyway, giving it a small taste. Bitter. “How did you make it out of one of these games anyway, you don’t look like much of a fighter.” She asked, leaning into the table. “Or are you like one of these other… characters, who can summon things into existence?” Miyah still didn’t have that solid of a grasp on the systems yet, her lack of knowledge clearly apparent in the way she spoke. |
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AGE
21
PRONOUNS
He/Him
SEXUALITY
Asexual
CLASS
Miner
UNSORTED
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Aug 25, 2022 20:49:31 GMT
Post by Alfonso Gerudia on Aug 25, 2022 20:49:31 GMT
Alfonso Gerudia Alfonso smirks at the young lady. "You are quite well held together young lady, I presume you was learned in a more prestigious environment than common school grounds. I wish to keep close tabs with you, perhaps a friendship of sorts. You appear to have some 'aura' about you, pertaining to some unknown hidden, latent powers. I wish to conjure a guild in the near future, one of which I will extend an invite to you." He boasts. he smiles at Clover and turns to Miyah. "As for you, I am aware of your powers and your skill, and I must say, although you are rather brutish in comparison to your" He looks her up and down, "Lascivious, albeit dirty looks. Should you stop pretending to vehemently detest my very being, perhaps you could be of use too." Alfonso looks away from the table down at his feet. He picks up Agatha and starts to play with her. Its a scene akin to a loving father playing with their son, or a man and their dog. The creature clearly makes Alfonso much happier when interacting with him. "Niceties aside, perhaps we shall get a move on. Miyah here has already scoffed your food, and Agatha needs something to eat from elsewhere. Perhaps a stroll through the city is in order?." |
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17
PRONOUNS
She/Her
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Pansexual
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Oracle
UNSORTED
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Aug 26, 2022 12:15:52 GMT
Post by Clover on Aug 26, 2022 12:15:52 GMT
Clover Bancroft I AM A WITNESS TO ALL OUR SINS Clover would suddenly pipe up and interrupt, leaning forward and slamming her hands onto the table as Miyah spoke about the Church. For a moment, the blonde haired girl showed fire in her eyes yet the second her attention turned to the various establishment clients now pausing their conversations to look at what made such a sudden commotion, Clover would slink back to her seat in silence, surrounding by the same soundless void she created. Being who she was, the girl dressed like a nun had no idea about the many greater problems in life, the greed and corruption that filled human hearts. It wasn't as if she had a particularly close connection with the Church but she had grown up in a monastery, where religion filled every aspect of her life and where closeness to God could be felt within the building, whether because of make believe or for external reasons beyond human comprehension. "W-what I meant was... I'm sure you've had bad experiences. But a holy place, a true holy place should accept you no matter who are you and where you're from. That's how it was back at home." Clover would then pause, letting the other two have their back and forth as well as ask their questions to their girl one by one. The whole time, her hand would remain clutching a glass of apple juice that the girl adamantly sipped on in rhythmic intervals, the perfect excuse for her lack of words and responses. Yes, after all, how could she respond if she was drinking right? Haha...? "I'm not really sure how I made it out truth be told. Someone that was with me was nice enough to do the majority of what I couldn't and fortunately the Lord was kind enough to grant me mercy..." The mixed race girl would finally respond, lightly gritting her teeth as she thought back to the horror that the spider like amalgamation of plastic bodies was that the trio had to fight. She had been so useless back then, barely able to damage the creature much and only able to stall for time so that the other two could save her. She was certainly grateful yet the fact that she nearly died continued to stain her mind. It was the reason she had bags under her eyes and the reason night time walks became more frequent for her. Yes... She was tired. Mentally and physically. "I'm sorry, I'll only be able to join you two for a short walk. But I'm willing to accompany you at least for a little while longer. This is all very new to me and I'm not even sure what a guild is or if I ever want to step outside of safe zones again but if you're willing to put up with that then I have no qualms becoming friends. Of course, I would love to learn both of your names from your own mouths. If that's okay..." [attr="class","lyrics"]WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO POUR YOUR HEART INTO SOMETHING? [attr="class","notes"]NOTES -- @tagged [newclass=.lyrics]font:9px calibri;color:#aa88bb;text-align:center;margin-bottom:-20px;letter-spacing:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=.notes]font:9px calibri;color:#4d4b4a;height:0px;text-align:center;overflow:hidden;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.lyrics:hover .notes]height:15px;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] |
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21
PRONOUNS
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Bisexual
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Nomad
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Aug 26, 2022 19:58:30 GMT
Post by Miyah on Aug 26, 2022 19:58:30 GMT
Miyah jumped slightly at the girls hands slamming onto the table. She stopped for a second glancing back at Clover. She loved to tease, especially thoes that deserved it. But she knew that some people were easier to crack than others. The more sheltered and innocent types tended to take things more literally. Miyahs tone noticeably shifted. Her voice allot quieter and calmer.
"My dad was a priest. Not offical or anything, he just ran my villages church. Held sermons every Sunday, for anyone that wanted to attend. That's the kind of religion I respect. He wasn't in it for the money, the reputation. He believed, and tried to help anyone else that wanted to belive too." The girl let out a soft sigh, picking up the glass and taking a hefty swig of the beer Alfonso had placed infront of her. She looked down and the table, fiddling with the glass slightly. She didn't usually present herself this way. "Make sure you can tell the difference, Clover. Between the people that really do care, and the ones that don't." With that said, she finished off the beer in one last swig, placing the empty glass down onto the table.
"And you, Alfonso. One more comment and I will slice your fucking tounge out." She growled, the original cocky tone returning to her voice. "How about, as a token of friendship, I forget the fact you just called me a weasel." She shot the lanky man a smirk, as she got up for her chair. "But you're right. I'm starving. Let's go get some food." She said, a cheery smile on her face. It was a safe zone after all, a place she really couldn't get stabbed in the back. "I'm thinking something a little more closer to home. Not that you're food is bad, it's just missing that... flavour." She teased.
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