wooliefrand (
wooliefrand) wrote2015-07-01 02:07 pm
IT'S CL-OVER
Who: Clover (and friends??)
What: What indeed
When: TBD
[GATHER AT THE FOUNTAIN ONCE YOUR PREPS ARE MADE AND TO BE SENT SOMEWHERE YOU'VE BEEN]
What: What indeed
When: TBD
[GATHER AT THE FOUNTAIN ONCE YOUR PREPS ARE MADE AND TO BE SENT SOMEWHERE YOU'VE BEEN]

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Everyone finds themselves..............
back in Ceo's office. Sham is probably in someone's arm.
Ceo is just spreading his arms like WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK]
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So we'll be goin' now, seeya. Good mini-ritual. Enjoy the grapes.
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... Okay we did not plan that, I swear.
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You don't plan anything and yet you keep getting in my way! I am done!!
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[ Spinel salutes him, half-turned on her heels. ]
We're outta here! Seeya, Chrysanthemum.
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1/3
That.]
What--
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a wind blows]
heck
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Imagine that but like, with Ceo's fur as his eyes go wide.
He doubles over, clutching his head as a fierce wind picks up all around him. Those who remember their first encounter with him recognize this spell, though it's not him producing it. Windows and glass shatter, and they all begin to be lifted off their feet. Better hold on to each other or at least like, try not to get cut by glass.
He lets out a whole as the wind goes into overdrive, blowing them out of the tower, and then, out of the city itself. In fact, they're flying through the mist! But. Something is different.
They hear the whispers of despair, yes, the bitter hopelessness and the like. But they also hear. . .names. Thousands and thousands of names. Whispers on the wind, familiar and not. You can't help but wonder.
Is your name out here, too. . .?
Or maybe you don't wonder that because you're about to land your ass in the meadow. Hope you land in some water or someone else using a flying spell. BOOP.]
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Bye Chrissy! Sorry for wrecking everything, but we're done here now!
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Badass, isn't he?
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Pleasure doing business, as always.
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Crying on him. They're fake tears right now but he doesn't need to know that.]
You little shit!
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[YOUR FUR IS GETTING WET SHAM, SHE'S RUBBING THOSE TEARS ALL OVER YOU]
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N,no!! Just leave me!! Augh. . .!
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[they weren't but she's gonna lay on the guilt for saying he could deal with crying kids cause they're a dime a dozen]
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[ Narrah is fifteen ]
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Seriously?
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