The Proper Role-Play

"CUTE!?" I yell. "I am not cute! Maybe tall a pointy eared, but not cute. Also, I'm not giving you a hug." >.> "Hm.... I say we take some of Poison's 'poison' and I will try to figure out how to deffectitise it, or whatever. And the other two...... Whatever you want to do." "Oh and what were you thinking about earlier?"
 
I bury the remains and looks around still seeing the past happen again around me and I close my eyes tightly, trying my hardest to forget it and catch up with the present. "Please help me..." I whisper to no one in particular and I start to pad into The streets again.

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when is The next sun phase?
 
'They're all idiots to me..none more than the other.'

I think to myself and lean against a corner putting my hands into the pockets of my jeans.

"So what are you planning to do with them anyways?" I ask emotionless.
 
'You know Alekandre i am on your side so watch your tongue and keep your choice of words carefully i wont take any of this from your un rightful ass and neither will the rest of us. Dont think you it takes only one to do this I've been trained to know the difference between someone i can trust and not, your on edge Alekandre very fine edge indeed'.
 
"Bad idea, bloodsucker."

I raise my smammer and pull it down hard with one mighty swing. I hear a crack at your legs.

"You may want to get the checked out... Oh wait. You can't."
 
“At what instance, friend?” I say, ruffling your elfish hair.
Lots of thoughts run though my head. I speak in his mind.

“JL, I say we help Poison recover, put Marcus in the dungeon, and throw Jace to the dogs for barging into my home uninvited. Get a centaur on the job of defecting that gas.” I reply to JL.
 
I hear my name and realize the next sun phase is Arising and I pad back to my alley as I form. "Erk..." rubs my shoulders, still sore from the fight and I run out of The alley towards the voice who called me.
 
"Jace has a point Alekandro. Although I don't really trust anyone in general, I know I don't trust you." I say from my corner.

"So when are you gonna get on with the interrogation?"

"I mean I don't think I want to spend all day here listening to idle talk." I announce sounding irritated.
 
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YOU ARE IMPROVING IRON ;)

BIC

I call for the Cat of Bastet, again. Maybe she won't come...
“Erivaol, bar.” I shout, transporting Jace to a bar and out of my sight.

“Can't interrogate an unconscious person, JL.” I reply.
 
Ooc can't sleep 
Marcus howls with laughter "the dungeon do u know how many of those I've been in! So what then sighs god I'm going insane, He then continues his rant"why does the poision get special treatment you could make me an ally a very valuable ally one with connections to the vampire clan chiefs we can make you unstoppable or u can leave me there to rot and find your house overrun by vampire hordes"
 
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