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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Sept 13, 2017 10:10:05 GMT -5
"I never wanted to become a criminal."
Claimed but never private! ;0
PM me if you're interested in doing this with me! ;3
Introduction:
The sound of a light rain as it hit the ground echoed among the empty streets. It was a steady pitter-patter, and some would call it calming. But when you were running for your life, rain wasn't exactly all that therapeutic. Rushed footsteps could be heard through the alleys, making contact with newly-formed puddles. Listen closer, and you could hear someone breathing heavily, most likely due to lack of exercise mixed with running for an extended period of time. A new sound emerged from the silent night, one loud but known by all. Sirens. You might be wondering what's going on, and that's fine. Curiosity is a powerful feeling, yet it can also lead to situations you don't want to find yourself in. But...if you really want to know, then go see for yourself.
"It just sort of...happened."
Rules:
- I would like this to be a long-term one on one RP, but it is by no means private!
- All I ask is that you are descriptive and able to type at least 10 lines per post! Thanks! c:
Things To Note:
I have absolutely no idea where I wanna go with this.
I was thinking my character could be a runaway, who just started their life of crime among the city.
I'm a sucker for sworn enemies that eventually like each other but kind of hate to admit it haha. Not sure how it could happen in this scenario, but maybe they can run into each other and have a fight or something. You don't have to do this though, I'm just throwing out suggestions. ;3
I also kinda feel like doing The Gay™ with female characters, which leads me to say I do want a lil fluff, but I don't really want it to be the main plot.
"This is who I am now."
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Sept 13, 2017 19:08:11 GMT -5
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Sept 16, 2017 15:54:59 GMT -5
Alexandria Kaltman
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"There goes that 'calm evening' I was promised."
Crap. The sirens were bad enough as it was already, but now Alexandria Kaltman had ran right into Owl territory. She didn't exactly plan on this, because there was no route in mind while she tried her best at escaping the police on foot. Sometimes, you just had to let your legs guide you. Escaping was top priority, after all. If either gang found out, she was as good as dead. The Owl's would most likely assume that she had lead them here, and her gang, the Crows, would kill her for stepping foot in the wrong territory. Sure the two leaders had a little temporary 'peace' treaty going on, as there was a common enemy threatening them both. But one wrong move from either side, and that thin line of peace was gone in an instant. It was best to just get out of there before anything happened, but the question was, where did she go? On one side of the city, there lived the Crows, and the other, the Owls. The woman huffed to herself, holding her black hoodie close to her body. Thank God for the heavy rain, at least it gave her some cover. If she had a hard time seeing through all of this, no doubt the police had a hard time too. Alex jogged towards a main road, crossed the street without so much as a glance either way, and disappeared into an alleyway, ducking behind a dumpster. It reeked like rotten food, but hey, she'd rather this than being forced into handcuffs and stuffed into the back of a cop car.
Through all the noises of rain hitting the pavement and cars driving by, she could distinctly pick out the sound of rushed footsteps passing by and yelling. It was almost cliché, like a story, but a feeling of relief overcame her. She waited for a minute before standing back up to her full height of five foot eight. Glancing back towards the street, she frowned, not recognizing where she was. Great. Just great. That must mean she was further into their territory than she'd hoped. Taking a deep breath, she could only hope that she wouldn't have a weapon pointed at her. There was a certain Owl she always ran into, and her name was Cassandra. Somehow, she had a feeling they would meet again real soon. Eager to get out of this place with the disgusting dumpster, the out-of-place Crow began making her way towards the street. She had hope that everyone would be inside somewhere taking shelter, and if she stuck to the actual sidewalk then she would be ok. At this point, the sirens had ceased, and her shoulders fell ever so slightly in relief. The job she was assigned to, finding the one responsible for threatening both gangs, echoed in her thoughts, reminding her of the task. She was specifically instructed to work with whatever member the Owl's sent, but teamwork wasn't exactly her forte. Alexandria had always been a bit full of herself, and today was no exception. |
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Post by carmine. on Sept 17, 2017 1:43:25 GMT -5
★ - - Jasper Marleigh Young & Cassandra - - ★
"Good things take time." "Just because my path is different doesn't mean I'm lost."
Outside, rain poured down as if a hole had been punched through the murky sky, and the windowpanes of the long, polished corridor was painted with thick, silver lines. Pushing locks of his hair away from his face, he glanced down one of them, only to spot the gray streets, once filled with an overwhelming human current, now barren, bleak, lifeless, and static. There was an occasional glow of amber coming from the headlights of a rolling vehicle, but even the signs of the stores lit with dazzling light appeared glum as the world sobbed away.
Jasper Marleigh Young wasn’t the tallest man around, but his poised stance and perceptive gaze made him appear taller than he really was (it was not a good idea to mention that he was 5’3” to his face and an even worse to call him ‘little fairy’ unless you want a five-hundred paged book chucked at your face). A long, black coat was leisurely swung over his shoulders, set in place by a lock at the front, and he possessed a deceptively youthful face with slender - almost gentle - features, despite his devious hazel eyes. In between his long, thin, and gloved fingers, there always seemed to be a slender pipe, which unfurled a wisp of smoke that resembled the single feather of a swan. Additionally, in no particular order, he was an older brother of two, an orphan who’d been picked off the streets, one of the seven executives of OWL, and therefore, naturally, a full-time criminal.
In any case, it was almost impossible to see anything outside, but everything was all too clear here and he saw the dappled patterns of the lights above slanting down on a small figure in the distance. Her chin was resting on her propped up hand, and she was sitting on one of the chairs that offered a temporary sanction of rest from the dauntingly endless hall. Currently, she was a lean silhouette against the dark canvas of the building, and she didn’t seem to see him as he approached her side. It was then she turned her lead a little, and when she saw him, her naturally sanguine face brightened with a small smile. Her eyes were inviting as well as the deft movement of her hand that beckoned him over. Perhaps it was due to her line of work, but contrary to her expression and almost even amiable demeanour, her hands seemed to be machined by little bolts and wires, as if they’d been made for no other purpose than to steal and manipulate objects to her will.
“What a day,” he heard from her. Upon reaching her side and flopping down on the chair next to hers, he found himself catching a glimpse of her vigilant brown orbs that surveyed the dreary streets. Like most of them here, she was veiled with a dozen of different names, though for his own sanity, he referred to her as Cassandra, and occasionally, Cass. And if there was one thing he'd learned about her, it was that she was usually enveloped in warmth while laughing at her own stupid mistakes and her own stupid puns and he always saw her sprinting all over the headquarters because of that one damn errand she forgot the other day from stuffing her face with that rare ice cream she never got a taste of before until someone dragged her to “a good place they knew.” She harnessed joy and love like there was no tomorrow; sometimes he wondered if she could even feel enmity. He wondered how she’d come to work in a place like this, how she’d become one of them. But this afternoon, something about her was forsaken, and he was taken aback to feel lonesome with her presence. “So, Jasper, what’s this job you were speaking of before?”
“This,” he said as he passed her a large envelope. She received it deftly, and as she tactfully thumbed through the documents, he continued, “there’s a man you’re being ordered to track down - surely you’ve heard of him. He’s been a bit of a hassle for us along with The Crows.” He scrunched his face a little as he let the name roll off his tongue, though his distaste strongly originated even more from the thought of their target. Over the past few days, it seemed that he’d gotten to murdering not only just members of the underground society, but also the lives of several investigators. Just a day ago one of their own had disappeared after attempting to investigate his whereabouts. The situation wasn’t too exacerbated, but it was one where the roots needed to be cut, and with the death of Eberhart Freud, it wound all come to an end. All executives were ordered a meeting, however (one that he would soon have to attend as well), and that left the job in the hands of those who were capable of carrying through plights more efficiently, particularly ten individuals who could be considered as sub-leaders working beneath the executives of sorts, than those who were of lower rank. Cass happened to be one of them.
Holding up a picture of Eberhart Freud to the light with one eye closed, she said, “Handsome fellow.”
After quirking an eyebrow, Jasper noticed the small twinkle in her eyes. Thank God she was joking; he’d been about to give her a long lecture of sorts. So instead, he answered her with a simple: “If you're into lunatics, that is.”
Rising from the chair after scanning the papers for a while longer, she brushed dust off her knees before straightening her back, stretching like a cat. “I’m not surprised he’s hiding in the Forty Fourth Street. I’ll let you know if anything new comes up, Young.”
“Oh, before you go,” he said, catching her before she began to head down the corridor. “There’ll be someone working with you on this case.”
At this, she blinked and lowered the file to her side. “That’s reasonable. Who?”
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She heard cops vigorously rushing past her, and subconsciously, she found herself lowering her umbrella a little more to conceal her features, though she made certain to keep her pace the same. Hm. Listening to the words they were shouting across to each other and through their small devices, she couldn't help but allow herself to roll her eyes up to the sky from the tinge of amusement and exasperation she felt course through her mind.
It seemed that she was nearby; these cops were an indisputable sign that Alexandria - or Alex, as she liked to say - Kaltman was here. The Crow was someone she’d worked with a myriad of times, and this would be the umpteenth time she’d most likely encounter her. In all honesty, there was a very small light of anticipation that sparked within herself at the idea of meeting her so soon in what seemed like a little over a month. Her feelings towards the Crow were complex; she wasn’t quite certain of what to think about her. Was she an enemy? A rival? Another individual to place distance with? A possible ally? An acquaintance? A companion? A friend? It was all very peculiar. As much as she knew they were supposed to be opposing each other, a part of her trusted Alex. It’d been a strained relationship in the beginning, she remembered, especially with the different organisations they were affiliated with, but they’d reached this point in time when their respectable leaders had called a temporary truce. That and Jasper had ordered her to take the Crow to their destination as fast as possible before an uninformed Owl made the rash decision of engaging in a scuffle with the dangerous Crow. That would draw an unbelievable amount of attention and attention was something they wanted to avoid for the time being. Gently touching the small and dry coded notes in her pocket, she eyed the vast and yet dense environment she stood upon, concentrating on the slightest movements that occurred. She’d think later. For now, she needed to find the Crow.
Briskly making her way down the serpentine streets of the city, she paused when she spotted the quick dart of a movement in front of herself. The sight allowed the smallest hint of a smile to dance across her lips, and she tucked a few locks of her damp hair behind her ear. There you are.
“Excuse me,” she called as she approached them as she held out a slip of paper in their direction, the one she’d been carrying in her pocket wit the location of their lead scribbled down as well as the cover name for the man they were looking for. To prevent the slip of paper from getting soaked, she tipped her umbrella a little to shelter it. And admittedly the all-too familiar silhouette, as well. “I think you dropped this.”
Forty Fourth Street, Eberhart Freud.
Raising her head, she then spoke with the same subtle curve of her lips, her silver voice quiet: “It’s been a while, Alex.” |
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Post by carmine. on Sept 17, 2017 1:44:27 GMT -5
( i forgot to mention this in pm but i love your coding and i wanted to match it so i tried imitating it [i've never tried using coding this fancy before 00: how do you people do it] but i won’t be using it on any other thread aside from this one. if that's not cool with you, please lemme know and i'll remove it right away )
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Sept 17, 2017 23:06:54 GMT -5
Alexandria Kaltman
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"Don't startle me like that!"
Her whole body stiffened upon hearing a voice from behind, but relaxed soon after as she put the voice to a face. She sure had a lot to be thankful for today. This time, she was thanking God that it was Cassandra and not some other Owl. Alexandria turned on her heel, grinning under her hood as she made out Cassandra's features. She raised an eyebrow as she saw a white slip of paper being held out towards her, tilting her head downwards to read it. It only took a split second, but she nodded, looking back up as Cassandra spoke to her.
"Sure has, partner. What's it been, like a month or so?" The younger woman stepped forward a few paces, trying to squeeze herself under the umbrella. "Thanks for bringing an umbrella for us, Cass." She pulled her hood down, revealing the smirk which was plastered on her face. Her clothes were dripping wet, adding to the large puddles that have already collected on the ground. Alex tried her hardest to cover up the fact that she was shivering, but one glance and it was obvious. She frowned at the fact that it was her own fault she didn't bring an umbrella. How was she supposed to know that it was gonna start pouring randomly?
Slinging a wet arm around her 'partner in crime', she continued walking in the same direction as before. Well, so much for wanting to go alone. Technically, it would have been her and her overly large ego. Then Cassandra came along, and here they were, working together like usual. The first time they had to work together didn't go too smoothly, they were bickering on and on the entire time, refusing to work together at all. But as time went on, Alex grew to enjoy working with Cassandra, even finding herself looking forward to it. She wasn't so bad for an Owl.
"The sooner we take this guy out, the better," Alexandria muttered, taking her arm back and slipping out of her soggy hoodie. The feeling of wet clothes was absolutely disgusting. Especially wet socks, those were the worst. The young woman tied the hoodie around her waist, fumbling against her shaking hands. Underneath the hoodie, she was wearing a black and white flannel shirt. That was soaked as well, but not nearly as bad as the hoodie. "Don't get me wrong now, you're fun to be around. I'm just soaked and bitterly cold. It's a very unpleasant experience." Letting out a small chuckle, she kept glancing up at the street signs. If anyone knew the area, it was Cassandra. Alex was just tagging along until the real fight started. And she had a feeling that was going to be soon.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Sept 17, 2017 23:12:57 GMT -5
{Ahhhh I'm so sorry my replies are super lame!!!! I wanted to get something up today at least.}
{And coding is actually pretty fun! It makes things look fancy. And by all means go ahead!!!!! c;} |
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Post by carmine. on Sept 18, 2017 8:48:16 GMT -5
★ - - Cassandra - - ★
"Haha, sorry about that."
Sure has, partner. What’s it been, like a month or so?
“A year, maybe,” she answered non-seriously, reflecting the grin she caught sight of with a nefarious one of her own. “Too long is all I can say.” Upon sensing Alexandria close the gap between them, she held up the umbrella a little more to effectively shelter both of their forms from the heavy rain, allowing the Crow to shuffle closer to her dry flank even more than before. Good God she was tall. She then surveyed the clogged streets once more, as if the answer to her silent inquiry still existed somewhere in its covert corners before turning away and heading towards the row of vacant, somber shops. Normally, she indulged the rain that came and went, but that was reserved for the hours she spent indoors with an extraordinary novel in her hands. Outdoors, with the sound of the impatient traffic too shrill and her own pair of socks becoming absolutely soaked inside out? Not so much. Still, hey, when you’re strolling down a drenched street sharing an umbrella with an infamous Crow, it wasn’t too bad.
The feeling of the wet arm being slung around her shoulders would have elicited a small groan of complaint from her on a normal basis, but she had her warm coat snuggly wrapped around her, and it prevented the feeling from seeping through the cloth and reach her shoulders. It still did, however, draw forth a small reaction from her: she gently tilted her head to the side, causing her head to gently and affectionately touch against that of Alexandria’s before withdrawing moments later. It was a subtle gesture of familiarity - one that she’d grown up with from the individuals who'd surrounded her who'd originated from the same blood. To that end, a common gesture between close individuals, especially when it came to support, and she had a feeling that they would need it to some degree in this case. It was peculiar; if their leaders stipulated specific orders for them to turn against each other, it would be inevitable, and yet, somehow, she had a feeling that she would hesitate when the truce ended and they would become two separate, hostile underground organisations once again. And hesitation was one catalyst that could be the last decision someone made.
“I’m fun to be around?” At this, she briefly rested her hand against her own forehead in a subconscious, thoughtful gesture as the Crow’s words registered in her head. The corners of her lips then curved to form the smallest hint of a warm smile. “Well, hopefully I don't ruin that image for you, Alex. I’ve been told that I’d probably be no fun when taken to a party, after all. Here, hold this for me for a moment, will you?” With that said, she passed the handle of the umbrella over to the Crow to free her own hands and shrugged off her own coat before placing it over Alex’s drenched shoulders. “Can’t have you catching a cold now, can we,” was all she said with a twinkle in her benign brown orbs as she passed by the familiar rows of shops that thinned with each and every step they took.
Soon enough, they’d reached the opening of a crooked alleyway that was wreathing with shadows yawning from the tall structures that loomed over their heads. “This is the place,” she said as she leaned her weight on her left foot, staring down into the endless alleyway illustrated before them with her arms lightly crossed over her chest and her head very slightly tipped to the side. She could already see the small stairs that would lead them down to what could only be an elaborate trap set up by Freud, for the rare investigators and underground society members who managed to bravely accept his little aberrant ‘invitation.’ Currently, it would be open for just the two of them.
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Post by carmine. on Sept 18, 2017 8:51:02 GMT -5
( nbd, they're not lame at all!
also thank you cc; )
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Sept 19, 2017 2:13:47 GMT -5
Alexandria Kaltman
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"Come out, come out, wherever you are!"
"Watch out world, the infamous Owl and Crow duo is back in action!" There was genuine happiness in her voice, something she hadn't felt in ages. Sure she had some good times with her own gang, but nothing was better than seeing an old friend. That feeling was pure and unmatched. In that moment, it had completely slipped her mind that the two of them were supposed to be rivals. But here they were, sharing an umbrella, chatting the night away as if they were a couple or something. Alex felt Cassandra's head touch hers, and immediately her cheeks turned a slight red color. She quickly turned her head in the opposite direction, hoping Cassandra didn't catch her slight blush. Somewhere along the way, she had started to develop strong feelings for this Owl. Even though it was strictly forbidden, she couldn't help it.
Once the truce ended and the two gangs were neck and neck once more, she'd still find some way to keep in contact with Cass. But for now, she set those thoughts aside, trying to slow down a bit to match Cassandra's pace. "Well of course you're fun to be around! For starters, you're able to tolerate me, a Crow. If somebody took your place, then they'd probably stab me in the back," Alexandria hugged her arms close to her chest, another small chuckle coming from her. "Whoever told you you'd be no fun at parties clearly doesn't know what they're talking about. All it takes is a karaoke bar and a few drinks. Wait for the drinks to kick in, then all the sudden you're the life of the party, singing your heart out to some dumb song. Believe me, I'm speaking from experience." The tall woman grinned from ear to ear, stretching her arm out to grab the umbrella. The coat was a surprise. She was greeted with warmth, left eyebrow raised in curiosity at the kind gesture. It wasn't often that someone worried for her well-being. That usually only happened when she was injured. She could feel her face heat up again, angling her head away and staring at the ground ahead of them.
"Ah, t-thanks. You didn't have to." Her usual confident demeanor was gone, replaced by someone shy. It was completely unlike her to act in such a way, but little cute things like that were her only weakness. The warm smile she had never left her face.
When they finally came to a stop in front of the alleyway, Alex cast a look at Cass. The taller woman folded the umbrella, returning it to its rightful owner. The rain wasn't so heavy anymore, it seemed that the worst already passed. The taller woman was the first to make a move, descending down the stairs. She waited for the Owl, one hand already clutching her dagger. She had a bad feeling about this Eberhart Freud. All the info she heard about him was that he was an international arms dealer. And not only that, he was a lunatic responsible for murdering quite a few people. It wasn't anything new, she had encountered quite a few psychos that fit the murdering, crazed personality Eberhart had. This particular Crow craved thrill, it had become part of her daily life now. The adrenaline coursing through your veins upon knowing you were walking into unknown territory made this even more exciting. Alexandria took the liberty of going first, keeping a close eye out for any traps.
{Who's gonna do Eberhart?  If Alex is gonna get hurt, then you should do it, but it doesn't matter to me. I can still do it if you want. :3} |
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Post by carmine. on Sept 21, 2017 12:20:00 GMT -5
( hey hey super sorry about my slow reply
i'll try to get something up tomorrow or at latest the next day
also i can definitely rp eberhart! maybe we could both rp his subordinates too?? 00: )
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Post by carmine. on Sept 22, 2017 10:22:48 GMT -5
★ - - Cassandra - - ★
"Haha, sorry about that."
"Well of course you're fun to be around! For starters, you're able to tolerate me, a Crow. If somebody took your place, then they'd probably stab me in the back,” she heard, to which she raked her hand through her hair with a twinkle in her eyes. “Same here, Alex, same here.” If another Crow were to take her position, she imagined there would either be a gaping hole in her back or a tension so thick in the air that it would almost be tangible. Either way, both things weren’t the most enjoyable circumstances to imagine. Chemistry between the Owls and the Crows had never been exactly amicable, after all. Ironically enough, the actual birds themselves were natural enemies.
Upon hearing her following statement, Cassandra quirked an eyebrow and raised her brown orbs, as if to illustrate Alex’s words in her head. A karaoke bar and rows of filled cups. That didn’t sound too bad, actually. Back home, long before she’d ever set foot in the underground society, she’d visited karaokes a few times (without the drinks and the bar portion, of course) with her friends a few times. The first few times, she’d absolutely refused to hold the cheap microphone in her curled hands; she’d been too withdrawn, reserved, and shy for that. Warming up to them with each visit, however, had allowed her to open up a great deal - and that had carried over towards her peers, too. The corner of her lips quirked involuntarily as she said, “You say you’re speaking from experience?” Was it odd if she said she could imagine Alex singing to a song in the midst of all the red and blue and yellow lights of the room? The idea elicited a light-hearted smile from Cassandra as she said, “Maybe we should try and go to test out whether if your supported theory will work on me, too. I’m warning you, my singing is pretty horrid, though.”
“No need to thank me,” she then responded to the Crow’s shy statement with her expression unchanging, the subtle glimmer of amusement evident in her orbs. “Hmm, this is odd. Is it just my imagination, or is the Alexandria Kaltman being shy?” Gently nudging her arm as if to say: I’m just messing around with you and simultaneously be careful, she rested her hand on her waist and soon followed Alex down the steps soon afterward.
She didn’t need to see the body to know that someone inside was dead.
There was a thick and nauseating smell that permeated the interior, hanging in the air like the scent of sweat on a humid day after a long day of toiling. She took a step forward, only to realise that they were staring at a man whose mouth was still gaping, as if he’d gone out screaming, and she involuntarily took a step back as she pulled her sleeve over her nose to numb the piercing scent as much as possible. One of his pupil was dilated while his other eye appeared as if it had nearly popped out of its socket, and an unnatural scarlet substance had stained the rug all over. “A macabre series of murders, indeed,” she murmured underneath her breath and through the cloth of her sleeve, remembering the reports regarding their charming friend. “Seems like we’ve found the right address, Alex, don’t you think?”
When she finally thoroughly surveyed their surroundings, she was somewhat bemused to find a rather odd setting. The set pieces and props made the room appear as a private investigator’s office from the nineteen hundreds with a heavy phone and many, many shelves. And in the corpse’s hand remained a small, bloody note, which she removed and held up to the light to investigate. A little furrow formed between her brows. She’d seen these kinds of room before - ones that were more commonly known as an escape room. Only this time, the consequence for any mistake or final loss of time resulted someone’s demise.
Gods, were there more of these rooms? She hoped not for her own sanity’s sake. A lunatic she thought, remembering Jasper’s words earlier. Perhaps he wouldn’t have hunting hounds on his trail if he’d efficiently used his time elsewhere. “Seems like Freud got his victims to solve some things. Luckily for us, this poor fellow almost finished the puzzle. If we pick up from where he left off, we'll be able to open the door and hoepfully reach where Freud's hiding.” Reading the note and turning it around a few times, she held it out for Alex, offering the item in case she wanted a look at it. As she did, her corners of her lips tugged just the slightest bit, though there was a mixture of something that said along the lines of: oh dear. “Seems like we’ve gotten ourselves into something outlandish again.”
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If Alex is gonna get hurt, then you should do it, but it doesn't matter to me. I can still do it if you want. :3}
