Oh, Ainsley, don't look at me like that...
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Thread Topic: Oh, Ainsley, don't look at me like that...
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(nut ;*)
Harriett: *sobbing* St-Stop..! You don't want him to come back! *pulls knees to chest* *softly* I've been here for a few weeks. Trust me. You want him to stay away.
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Iann: *siiiighs* *sets Evony down, patting her head* Go find Lilya, hm~? *watches her leave* *removes weapon belt* Alright. -
(andi r u OK?!?!)
Vernon: *bangs head on door* I can't stay there!
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Ainsley: *pats him down lol* *pulls away* .. *opens portal* -
(lmao no I'm rewatching SAO and I'm dying man this isn't okay)
Harriett: ..*sits up, nodding* I have a plan. But it.. It's gonna be really risky. *sighs* I wish Jana were here. She's better with strategy than I am.
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Iann: ..*steps through, winking at him omg I love Iann* -
(*here
oh brother
Also why exactly is Iann like this again?? My memory sucks.)
Vernon: *moves away from the door* I don't care, just say it.
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Pitch: I'm telling you, it's fine. It'll heal before Adric see it. *hand on cut* *rests head down, sighing*
Parrot: Just trying to help, my apologies. *steps back, looking up at Iann* -
(He's gone crazy, fam.)
Harriett: When he comes in again, he'll have that bag with him. Whoever isn't getting his.. Attention, needs to get behind him and get the small metal rod that he keeps in the left hand pocket. It's used for piercing skin, but I can use it to pick the lock. It has to be hidden, though. Probably in your underwear or my bra would be best.. After dinner we'll leave. We need to eat something before we go, because we can't teleport or use portals in this region. We have to walk all the way to the next town. It's about two days away, but we.. If we hurry, we can make it in one and a half.
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Iann: *weak smile* Who punched you, Dad? *lol...* -
(For punishment he needs to be raped-/shot)
Vernon: Sounds like a decent plan.
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Pitch: *lifts head up* ..No one important. Is there something you need?
Parrot: *locks gaze at Iann* -
(And by who, hmm?)
Harriett: ..There's just one problem. *sighs* This room is always guarded. Partly, that's my fault. I attempted to escape before, so..
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Iann: Yes, actually! *smiles* I have those papers, the ones finalizing your adoption of me, you know, so I can change my name.. If you wouldn't mind filling them out, I mean. -
(Idk yet
I don't even think its actually going to be considered rape based on the way he have been acting--)
Vernon: *slumps* Do you know how many are guarding it?
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Pitch: Oh, sure. I can do that now. *hand out* -
(lol pretty much)
Harriett: Just one. It's never any three of the kings, though, which is good. Within their own castle, they're invincible. *sighs* Cillian is the worst. Hendrix is.. Nice, but he idolizes Ephraim and Cillian as if they're gods.
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Iann: *poofs them up, pulling pen out of pocket* Oh! And I have something to celebrate! *poofs up a bottle of sparkling grape juice, and two cups* I know you don't drink, and it's grape juice, so.. Green grapes. Not purple ones. Purple grape juice is gross. *sticks out tongue* -
(damn it all g o s h)
Vernon: That makes him an idiot.
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Pitch: ..*little laugh* *and begins to fill out the papers* -
(I mean if you want it to beee)
Harriett: *shrugs* I suppose so.. Anyways. Do you mind helping me with something? I need to bandage my toes..
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Iann: *pours him a glass, smiling* *makes sure Pepper and Pitch aren't looking, slipping the pill in* *pours own glass* -
(??)
Vernon: Sure.. *moves over*
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Parrot: ..*lifts hand to ear* *walks toward the door* Flag needs my assistance. I'll be going now.
Pitch: *too focused on paperwork* Mhmmm. Go on ahead.
Parrot: *leaves* -
(I can make him not want it...)
Harriett: Um, see that bed sheet? Tear it into two strips.
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Iann: *watches him, sighing* Well. Oh, let me look at that cut, wont you? It might need stitches. -
(oh)
Vernon: *walks to the bed* *slips it off and rips it*
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Pitch: No, it's fine. It isn't major. *pauses, taking a sip of the juice* -
(So ya know ;;*)
Harriett: Okay. Um, now just.. Wrap them up. Tight. I need to keep them from getting infected.
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Iann: You know-
Angel: *THERE* *slams the glass away from Pitch, watching it shatter* *and then realizes he already drank from it* NO! Throw up! Make yourself throw up!
Iann: *glares, reaching for sword* *realizes its not there* *SCREAM OF RAGE* *wraps arms around Angel's neck, slamming her into walk, choking* Stupid b----..!
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