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in which the tower is the enemy(prpw/Seren/april/cath)
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Private RP → in which the tower is the enemy(prpw/Seren/april/cath)Seraphina straightened up, looking back at Alaire, the grin slowly fading.
She kicked the final goblin in the head, stomping on it with the heel of her boot.
"Tsk. How bothersome."
Only a few hundred remained from the thousands that had come in.
He sighed.
He was looking for tohe people with the oddly coloured hair. The main characters.
"...Artemis Wright, Emma Brown, are they here...?"
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Alaire wasn't even sure if she was going to push on this time. She could set up her lab in her usual spot and research. The idea was alluring.
AC she brushed her hands off, trying to rid them of matted fur and blood, the wolf red and goblin green mixing together. "What do they look like, oh mysterious stranger?" More people the emo kid knew. She hated his reticence.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
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Seraphina tilted her head slightly, the smile playing across her lips.
"What do you mean, Floor 23?"
"...blue hair, pink hair. That should be all you need. One has hair that's really f*cking blue, and one has hair that's really f*cking pink. Artemis is tall, Emma is short. Artemis is a guy, Emma is a girl."
Miyasaki looked back at AC, scowling ever so slightly
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Chills went up his spine.
Ayran wasn't a particularly brave person, but when it comes to perseverance he was second to none. But that wasn't the point here, even if he wasn't the bravest person, he at least had some guts.
But at that moment, his legs almost went soft!
Ayran gritted his teeths, and clenched [Seraph's Wings] in his hands tighter. He turned his gaze away from the duo and instead looked towards the pack of wolves that was meters away from him.
Now was not the time to dilly dally!
Counting down in his head, Ayran lunged at the pack of wolves. He knew he couldn't take them all at once with his current ability, but he never said he was going too anyways!
Skillfully twisting the dual scimitars in his hands, Ayran's movements flowed gracefully like water, but his swipes were deadly. With a few moves, already a pile of wolf corpse lay beneath his foot.
While fighting the pack of wolves, a sudden notification sounded in the corner of his eye. It was his system.
[You have unlocked the [PLAYER STORE]!]
[Congratulations, you are the Fortieth person to unlock the store!]
"Tsk.. I was higher up in ranking than I thought i'd be."
Ayran tsked, his movements didn't stop. He carried the wolves aggro, and brought it into a more popular area with more players. Now, the overwhelming amount of wolves are surrounded by an overwhelming amount of humans!
With a plan in mind, Ayran started to use more extravagant moves.
"I may not be great, but at least I have a pretty face heh.."
Blinking, she put those thoughts away and instead chose to focus on... well. Murder? She wrinkled her nose.
"Okay the emo's gone too far," she decided. "I'm done."
She turned and walked away, ignoring the people stampeding around her.
Nope. Definitely not touching this mess. It was fun for a bit, but now I gotta bounce, so cya on the other side; psychos.
His eyes were cold and empty and hollow and dead, all that good stuff. He tapped his bat against the ground, eyes narrowed slightly.
"Even if you don't kill now, you'll have to do it later, anyways."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Tsking, she spun on her heel and faced him. "Not to say I don't care." She smiled toothily. "Of course I do. Morals, ethics, the almighty right thing to do and blah blah blah. But at this point, my morals are dictating that I should beat an immediate retreat and find a nice place to chillax while the rest of you do murdery things."
Miyasaki threw his head back, laughing maniacally.
"That's hilarious! Morals, whatever. that's useless in here. Give it five seconds, the wolves will disappear."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
"I like your funny words, magic man!" she said happily. "I bet I can find a cool padded room to put you in. Then we can talk about this stuff for hours and hours! But in the meantime, I think it's time for us to go."
Whistling a happy tune, she skipped over to a doorway and promptly collided face first with a force field.
Bam.
She lay, uselessly twitching on the ground.
Her head hurt and there was a bat. As a verified genius who definitely understood "cause and causation", she took a moment to study this. Using her finger, she air-drew a line from her aching skull to the weapon the hapless boy held. What did this mean...
"Ah hah! You attacked me!" She pointed her finger, accusingly this time. "You want me DEAD! Well nice try, bucko, but my head is hard enough to repel all blunt force trauma!"
A screen appeared in front of them.
Waving it away, Andreja scoffed and threw her hair back. "I'm leaving. See you never."
Andreja wiped away a tear. "You've ruined this family. I don't care about your secretary or about your work... what about us? What abour your real family?"
Twirling, she came to a stop in front of him, unable to control her giggles. "Aaaanyway... you seem to know what's going on. A suspicious lot." She reached over and pretended to "boop" him on the nose. "So! I was thinking- you explain a bit, and in exchange I promise not to break your bat open with my crust-of-the-earth hard head?"
She grinned. "I think it's pretty clear at this point that you won't kill me. So you know what? I think you're trapped in here with me." She tilted her head to the side cutely. "So! Why don't you just go up and tell me? I assure you I can be very annoying when I put my mind to it."