A ☽ A little mad here... ["Wait until things stabilized," she'd said. "It'll be fine," she said. T'would seem that, like most things in this blasted Circle, the flora and fauna have decided to make her eat her words.
The mushrooms have been grating, to say the least. She'd had to cover her ears at one point because, unlike a certain Nightingale, these blasted things appeared to be tone deaf. 'Twas bad enough that they were even making noise of any sort at all.
She'd paused only for a moment on her way to the kitchens. Now, there are vines wrapped up her legs. Saying:] Unhand me this instant! [-had not been very successful. In fact, that is probably why they are now up to her waist.]
Well, this is rather karmic. [How many had she killed with this? She glares down at the vines, muttering something under her breath that apparently isn't very pleasant because the next second she's hissing as the grip tightens.
For all the good she's doing, she might as well be shouting "Help. Police. Murder."]
B ☽ Who on earth would want to be roommates with a witch? [At present, the room seems unoccupied... though there are two very old but well cared for books on a small table by a bed (just don't ask what kind of leather they are bound in), and a staff and two spears leaning against the wall beside them. The staff is cold to the touch, icy air emanating from it. The spear next to it crackles with electricity, and the one beside it gives off dark energy of some sort.
Combined with the dried herbs hanging by a long string on one wall and what looks to be a makeshift chemical lab, the room may not presently be occupied, but it is obvious someone has made a claim on much of the space... but who on earth would have interest in this odd mix of things? One may not have to wait long on the answer, but may as well make oneself comfortable.]
C ☽ The "screw this" option [Once freed of the vines, Morrigan sought refuge in the one place she felt most comfortable. Shifting into her dragon form, she rested beneath the boughs in the forest, simply listening to the animals for a time being.
That is, until one wyvern decided that her back was a perfect place to curl up. another saw this, grew slightly jealous of its kin's new perch, and joined the first. Then a third, and a fourth.
Suddenly there's a red-violet dragon with so many yellows, greens, and light brown wyverns curled up either on or next to her that she huffs a bit of smoke in annoyance, but remains still.]
Of course. If 'tis not vines, it's these. [Yet for how annoyed she is, she oddly doesn't seem to mind it. ...Except if someone's watching.]
D ☽ Wildcard [ Come at me with whatever! Though if you want to ask me first about a prompt, feel free to poke me at twilitfall or PM me on Discord. ]
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["Wait until things stabilized," she'd said. "It'll be fine," she said. T'would seem that, like most things in this blasted Circle, the flora and fauna have decided to make her eat her words.
The mushrooms have been grating, to say the least. She'd had to cover her ears at one point because, unlike a certain Nightingale, these blasted things appeared to be tone deaf. 'Twas bad enough that they were even making noise of any sort at all.
She'd paused only for a moment on her way to the kitchens. Now, there are vines wrapped up her legs. Saying:] Unhand me this instant! [-had not been very successful. In fact, that is probably why they are now up to her waist.]
Well, this is rather karmic. [How many had she killed with this? She glares down at the vines, muttering something under her breath that apparently isn't very pleasant because the next second she's hissing as the grip tightens.
For all the good she's doing, she might as well be shouting "Help. Police. Murder."]
B ☽ Who on earth would want to be roommates with a witch?
[At present, the room seems unoccupied... though there are two very old but well cared for books on a small table by a bed (just don't ask what kind of leather they are bound in), and a staff and two spears leaning against the wall beside them. The staff is cold to the touch, icy air emanating from it. The spear next to it crackles with electricity, and the one beside it gives off dark energy of some sort.
Combined with the dried herbs hanging by a long string on one wall and what looks to be a makeshift chemical lab, the room may not presently be occupied, but it is obvious someone has made a claim on much of the space... but who on earth would have interest in this odd mix of things? One may not have to wait long on the answer, but may as well make oneself comfortable.]
C ☽ The "screw this" option
[Once freed of the vines, Morrigan sought refuge in the one place she felt most comfortable. Shifting into her dragon form, she rested beneath the boughs in the forest, simply listening to the animals for a time being.
That is, until one wyvern decided that her back was a perfect place to curl up. another saw this, grew slightly jealous of its kin's new perch, and joined the first. Then a third, and a fourth.
Suddenly there's a red-violet dragon with so many yellows, greens, and light brown wyverns curled up either on or next to her that she huffs a bit of smoke in annoyance, but remains still.]
Of course. If 'tis not vines, it's these. [Yet for how annoyed she is, she oddly doesn't seem to mind it. ...Except if someone's watching.]
D ☽ Wildcard
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