Here's hoping I don't get sick before school starts.
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Me: *washes dishes**ends up soaking over half of the front of my shirt* Everyone else I know: *washes dishes**only has wet hands* Me: How???
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Hi! As you all can see, my name is Arya(10108909). It is a reference to a fantasy series of books. I really like fantasy books and history, and my history classes don't really cover the history I like, but whatever. It's called researching stuff on your own.
I am interested in many kinds of role-play. I will try anything once.
I am completely willing to fangirl in PMs about any book I've read, especially The Raven Boys!!!!! #pynch #Bluesey #Cabeswater #Myeyesarefallingoutfromallthatawesomewriting!!! But especially #pynch because OMG they are sososososo CUTE!!!!
Raven Boys Quotes: “When there's a god, there's always a legion of devils.” "People only shout when they don't have the vocabulary to whisper." "My words are unerring tools of destruction, and I've come unequipped to disarm them." "He asked for a specific. I gave him a specific. I'm sorry it wasn't puppies."
Eragon quotes: "It is foolish to conjue up woe where there is none." "Everyone dies alone."
Shades of Magic quotes: "I'd rather die on an adventure than live standing still." "Hesitation is the death of advantage." "The bodies in my floor all trusted someone. Now I walk on them to tea."
For all ye Ravenites: I am Ronan Lynch For all ye Potterheads: I am in Slytherin For all ye PJO fans (I'm sure the fandom has a name, I just don't remember it): I am a child of Hades
Writing Samples!Yay!
From a PM RP with Arena Snow Aleksandra sighed with relief. The prince- Rufus, that is- seemed not to see through her awful smile, and seemed mostly uninterested in her- a theme she hoped would continue on throughout their marriage. She was also comforted by the fact that he didn’t have a ridiculously long name like hers. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance. I hope that we will get to know each other better in the years to come.” Years to come. Ugh. That sounded so final, so constricting- a bit like her dress. She kept the horrid false smile on her face, even though her cheeks were beginning to ache.
Aleksandra stared at the food longingly, wishing she were allowed to eat faster. The roast beef on her plate was taunting her, daring her to eat it. She ate at a ‘ladylike’ pace, which was all about making people think that you weren’t eating anything at all, and were, in fact, a sick that had managed to grow curves.
They talked a bit longer about politics that seemed to bore both young royals, things such as how young King Henry was doing, and how charming Princess Killigra was, until Aleksandra’s mother noticed that Rufus was looking at the food strangely. “Is everything to your liking, Prince Rufus,” she asked. “If there is anything you don’t like, we’ll send something else up, straightaway.” Aleksandra winced a bit, but quickly put her porcelain smile back on. “Yes, Prince, is everything alright,” the younger female asked, efficiently catching onto the ‘Butter the Prince up’ train.
Aleksandra recognized that while her mother was trying to be welcoming to her son-in-law-to-be, Aleksandra was being rather cold. “If you are finished, I could show you your chambers for the night.” Without further invitation, she rose, dusted off her dress, and gestured for Rufus to follow her up the stairs. Her green eyes glinted in the chandelier light, and for a moment, Aleksandra was blind. Then the moment passed, and with a turn of her auburn hair, she was off.
When Aleksandra arrived at the guest room, she turned away from Rufus briefly to rub her sore and aching cheeks. By the time he caught up to her, she had turned back around and was smiling again. “This is your room. If you’d like, I’ll leave you to get settled. The servants should have your trunks up here shortly. If you would like to write a letter to the battlefront, there’s paper, pens, and ink on the desk. You have your own private bathroom. If anything is not to your liking, tell us, and we’ll find you another room for tonight. If you need anything, tell me. My room is that one, across the hall.” She jerked her head towards the pale blue double doors that lead to her room, thankful that she always closed them behind her, since what the prince would have seen was definitely not ladylike.
Behind the closed doors of her room lay countless inventions, drawings, plans, schemes, and all manner of planning. There had been a time when Aleksandra had an entire room to use for her inventions, but her mother had declared that if this hobby of hers were to continue, it would continue where nobody could accidentally run across it. Now, the girl’s room was the only place that she could truly be herself, and do all manner of ‘unladylike’ activities. Things ranging from sword practice to inventing to writing anything other than love poems went on behind closed doors in the dead of night, always hidden away the instant morning light hit them. Today had been a rare exception to this rule. The princess had been allowed to work far past sunrise, and had subsequently forgotten to put some of it away. Alright, if she was being honest- most of it was still out in the open.
“Anyway, I’ll leave you to get settled.”
From a PM RP with Fetzen Thud. Thud. Lilliana heard her guards fall to the ground. Shit, was the princess’s only thought before she was scooped up by the large stone being. She tapped on his hard exterior. “Excuse me, but why am I being kidnapped,” she asked him as politely as possible. Lilliana had, after all, been raised a princess, and was taught to be polite to strangers. She had a vague plan for escape, but really, it wasn’t much of a plan at all. As they ran into the woods, she wondered exactly how the large entity had gotten to the castle, but the answer soon became evident as they jumped onto the back of a horse whose saddle was almost broken as the being got on and placed her in front of him. “What’s your name,” Lilliana asked. “You probably already know mine,” she added as an afterthought. “Oh. And by the way, you do know that you just kidnapped a princess, right? There will be search parties,” Lilliana said, but quickly shut up when she saw the look on the male’s face.
They rode for almost an hour when they reached another tree with a horse on it. Their horse was already beginning to tire, and as they got off, Lilliana could see it shaking with exhaustion. She sighed with discomfort: the being was, as she had strongly suspected, made of rock, and she suspected that she would have bruises in the morning from where she had bumped up against his solid chest. They rode for another hour in uncomfortable silence, before stopping at another tree. This whole process occurred once more before they arrived at a cave in the side of a cliff.
From Let me Heal You with Chronos Hybrid in the 1x1 section. "Of course," Jas says, sitting up from her curled position on the floor. "Why wouldn't I be?"
Over the last two minutes she'd had before the man showed up, they'd explained Jas's job to her. "Take care of him," they'd said. "And his weapons." Now one of them jerked his chin at her. "Get to it, urchin," they said, spitting at her feet.
Jas pulls out her pitiful bag of healing supplies they'd granted her. She begins to scan his body for injuries. "This'll sting a bit," Jas says, reaching out to put the cream she has on his arm, painfully aware of her accent. Jeezus, she thinks. I sound like a heretic. It's a sword wound, probably gained in some inconsequential sword fight or other, maybe from training. She can see how thin he really is. He legitimately has no fat on him, all muscle and bone. Jas scoots closer to him. "How'd you get that wound?"
@Jinxlynx I was waiting for more intrest, so no, I don't have it set up. But I will definately save a spot for you if you want. What kind of disreputable folk would you be intrested in playing?
You live in Ketterdam. The Dime Lions (and Pekka Rollins) have left the city for good, and the only large gang left are the Dregs. You have tried desperately to erase your connections to the Lions, but it hasn't worked. Brekker and the rest of the Dregs found you and robbed you. And now, you have two options: join them, or find another way to make money. Being too lazy to build an empire from dirt (or scared to do anything else), you decide to hunt down Brekker and his gang, for better or worse. Along the way, you run into four others, also robbed, also looking for Brekker, also slightly disreputable. Seeing how the streets have taught you to be cautious, you decide to stick with them, but be careful. An ally never hurts, but you don't want to be left to die. ----- Looking to see if anyone's interested in this sort of thing. What would be expected: 2-3 sentences post-length wise, 1-2 times a day. Initial posts would be about 2 paragraphs, just to kick things off. Wide age range, maybe from about 15-35 for the characters. CSs fairly detailed (I'm not saying like 10-20 paragraphs, I'm saying seven max, but more like 1-4). I really only want five people in this role-play, and would like it if you could commit for a while beause replacing people left and right really slows things down. I would also apprciate it if you have read the books. It will make this a lot less hard on me. Grammar would also be appreciated. One or two errors every now and then is fine, but not to the point where readability is impaired. ~Arya
@EchoicChamber I am going to need to drop this, due to the fact that I don't have enough free time for the speed and depth of post that this RP seems to require. I truly am sorry. Do whatever you'd like with Lilliana.
The sun rose, but Lilliana Cortara was already awake. Poof! A cloud of vividly purple smoke blew out in her face. She batted at it, trying desperately to get it away from her face and out the slightly open window. The cold air was rushing in and the smoke was rushing out, and when Lilliana inhaled, she coughed. The smoke smelled like blood- coppery and sticky. Then she realised that it was actually her nose, bleeding. "Aach, better get that cleaned up," she muttered.
Lilliana walked up the stairs and down the hall to her room, and washed her face, dabbing at her nose. When the blood stopped dripping, she went back down to the lab. "Okay, uhm, let's not do that again," she laughed quietly to herself. A few other acolytes were downstairs as well, all at their respective lab benches. One of the other trainees, a girl a bit older than Lilliana, was mixing something at her bench, and suddenly, a giant thick glob shot up in the air, steaming. An older acolyte rushed over to see what had happened and how they needed to clean it up. Most of them returned to their work. Just then, Lilliana's head began to pound. --- "You know what they say about speaking of the devil," said a tall man. --- Lilliana's eyes felt gritty, and her head was pounding, and her tounge was so so thick. She groaned and rolled over on her side. This was going to be a very, very long day.
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Hi! As you all can see, my name is Arya(10108909). It is a reference to a fantasy series of books. I really like fantasy books and history, and my history classes don't really cover the history I like, but whatever. It's called researching stuff on your own.
I am interested in many kinds of role-play. I will try anything once.
I am completely willing to fangirl in PMs about any book I've read, especially The Raven Boys!!!!! #pynch #Bluesey #Cabeswater #Myeyesarefallingoutfromallthatawesomewriting!!! But especially #pynch because OMG they are sososososo CUTE!!!!
Raven Boys Quotes: “When there's a [color=fff200]god[/color], there's always a legion of [color=9e0b0f]devils[/color].”
"People only [color=007236]shout[/color] when they don't have the vocabulary to [color=662d91]whisper[/color]."
"My words are unerring tools of [color=FireBrick]destruction[/color], and I've come unequipped to [color=Orchid]disarm[/color] them."
"He asked for a [color=007236]specific.[/color] I gave him a specific. I'm sorry it wasn't [color=ec008c]puppies[/color]."
Eragon quotes: "It is [color=0076a3]foolish[/color] to conjue up [color=f26522]woe [/color]where there is none."
"[color=SlateBlue]Everyone [/color]dies [color=ed145b]alone[/color]."
Shades of Magic quotes:
"I'd rather [color=9e0039]die[/color] on an adventure than [color=fff79a]live[/color] standing still."
"[color=00a99d]Hesitation[/color] is the death of [color=8dc73f]advantage[/color]."
"The [color=0054a6]bodies[/color] in my floor all [color=fff200]trusted[/color] someone. Now I [color=SlateBlue]walk[/color] on them to [color=00aeef]tea[/color]."
For all ye Ravenites: I am [color=2e3192]Ronan Lynch[/color]
For all ye Potterheads: I am in [color=007236]Slytherin[/color]
For all ye PJO fans (I'm sure the fandom has a name, I just don't remember it): I am a child of [color=9e0039]Hades[/color]
Writing Samples![color=39b54a]Yay![/color]
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From a PM RP with Arena Snow
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Aleksandra sighed with relief. The prince- Rufus, that is- seemed not to see through her awful smile, and seemed mostly uninterested in her- a theme she hoped would continue on throughout their marriage. She was also comforted by the fact that he didn’t have a ridiculously long name like hers. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance. I hope that we will get to know each other better in the years to come.” Years to come. Ugh. That sounded so final, so constricting- a bit like her dress. She kept the horrid false smile on her face, even though her cheeks were beginning to ache.
Aleksandra stared at the food longingly, wishing she were allowed to eat faster. The roast beef on her plate was taunting her, daring her to eat it. She ate at a ‘ladylike’ pace, which was all about making people think that you weren’t eating anything at all, and were, in fact, a sick that had managed to grow curves.
They talked a bit longer about politics that seemed to bore both young royals, things such as how young King Henry was doing, and how charming Princess Killigra was, until Aleksandra’s mother noticed that Rufus was looking at the food strangely. “Is everything to your liking, Prince Rufus,” she asked. “If there is anything you don’t like, we’ll send something else up, straightaway.” Aleksandra winced a bit, but quickly put her porcelain smile back on. “Yes, Prince, is everything alright,” the younger female asked, efficiently catching onto the ‘Butter the Prince up’ train.
Aleksandra recognized that while her mother was trying to be welcoming to her son-in-law-to-be, Aleksandra was being rather cold. “If you are finished, I could show you your chambers for the night.” Without further invitation, she rose, dusted off her dress, and gestured for Rufus to follow her up the stairs. Her green eyes glinted in the chandelier light, and for a moment, Aleksandra was blind. Then the moment passed, and with a turn of her auburn hair, she was off.
When Aleksandra arrived at the guest room, she turned away from Rufus briefly to rub her sore and aching cheeks. By the time he caught up to her, she had turned back around and was smiling again. “This is your room. If you’d like, I’ll leave you to get settled. The servants should have your trunks up here shortly. If you would like to write a letter to the battlefront, there’s paper, pens, and ink on the desk. You have your own private bathroom. If anything is not to your liking, tell us, and we’ll find you another room for tonight. If you need anything, tell me. My room is that one, across the hall.” She jerked her head towards the pale blue double doors that lead to her room, thankful that she always closed them behind her, since what the prince would have seen was definitely not ladylike.
Behind the closed doors of her room lay countless inventions, drawings, plans, schemes, and all manner of planning. There had been a time when Aleksandra had an entire room to use for her inventions, but her mother had declared that if this hobby of hers were to continue, it would continue where nobody could accidentally run across it. Now, the girl’s room was the only place that she could truly be herself, and do all manner of ‘unladylike’ activities. Things ranging from sword practice to inventing to writing anything other than love poems went on behind closed doors in the dead of night, always hidden away the instant morning light hit them. Today had been a rare exception to this rule. The princess had been allowed to work far past sunrise, and had subsequently forgotten to put some of it away. Alright, if she was being honest- most of it was still out in the open.
“Anyway, I’ll leave you to get settled.”
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From a PM RP with Fetzen
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[i]Thud. Thud.[/i] Lilliana heard her guards fall to the ground. [i]Shit,[/i] was the princess’s only thought before she was scooped up by the large stone being. She tapped on his hard exterior. “Excuse me, but why am I being kidnapped,” she asked him as politely as possible. Lilliana had, after all, been raised a princess, and was taught to be polite to strangers. She had a vague plan for escape, but really, it wasn’t much of a plan at all. As they ran into the woods, she wondered exactly how the large entity had gotten to the castle, but the answer soon became evident as they jumped onto the back of a horse whose saddle was almost broken as the being got on and placed her in front of him. “What’s your name,” Lilliana asked. “You probably already know mine,” she added as an afterthought. “Oh. And by the way, you do know that you just kidnapped a princess, right? There will be search parties,” Lilliana said, but quickly shut up when she saw the look on the male’s face.
They rode for almost an hour when they reached another tree with a horse on it. Their horse was already beginning to tire, and as they got off, Lilliana could see it shaking with exhaustion. She sighed with discomfort: the being was, as she had strongly suspected, made of rock, and she suspected that she would have bruises in the morning from where she had bumped up against his solid chest. They rode for another hour in uncomfortable silence, before stopping at another tree. This whole process occurred once more before they arrived at a cave in the side of a cliff.
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From Let me Heal You with Chronos Hybrid in the 1x1 section.
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[color=f26522]"Of course,"[/color] Jas says, sitting up from her curled position on the floor. [color=f26522]"Why wouldn't I be?" [/color]
Over the last two minutes she'd had before the man showed up, they'd explained Jas's job to her. "Take care of him," they'd said. [color=00a99d]"And his weapons."[/color] Now one of them jerked his chin at her. [color=00a99d]"Get to it, urchin,"[/color] they said, spitting at her feet.
Jas pulls out her pitiful bag of healing supplies they'd granted her. She begins to scan his body for injuries. [color=f26522]"This'll sting a bit,"[/color] Jas says, reaching out to put the cream she has on his arm, painfully aware of her accent. [color=f9ad81][i]Jeezus[/i][/color], she thinks. [color=f9ad81][i]I sound like a heretic.[/i][/color] It's a sword wound, probably gained in some inconsequential sword fight or other, maybe from training. She can see how thin he really is. He legitimately has no fat on him, all muscle and bone. Jas scoots closer to him. [color=f26522]"How'd you get that wound?"[/color]
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I also do one-liner things.
-Arya
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/67/96/01/6796016dd758677fd2cd7cef21678733.jpg" /></div><br><br>Hi! As you all can see, my name is Arya(10108909). It is a reference to a fantasy series of books. I really like fantasy books and history, and my history classes don't really cover the history I like, but whatever. It's called researching stuff on your own.<br><br>I am interested in many kinds of role-play. I will try anything once.<br><br>I am completely willing to fangirl in PMs about any book I've read, especially The Raven Boys!!!!! #pynch #Bluesey #Cabeswater #Myeyesarefallingoutfromallthatawesomewriting!!! But especially #pynch because OMG they are sososososo CUTE!!!!<br><br>Raven Boys Quotes: “When there's a <font color="#fff200">god</font>, there's always a legion of <font color="#9e0b0f">devils</font>.” <br>"People only <font color="#007236">shout</font> when they don't have the vocabulary to <font color="#662d91">whisper</font>."<br>"My words are unerring tools of <font color="firebrick">destruction</font>, and I've come unequipped to <font color="orchid">disarm</font> them."<br>"He asked for a <font color="#007236">specific.</font> I gave him a specific. I'm sorry it wasn't <font color="#ec008c">puppies</font>."<br><br>Eragon quotes: "It is <font color="#0076a3">foolish</font> to conjue up <font color="#f26522">woe </font>where there is none."<br>"<font color="slateblue">Everyone </font>dies <font color="#ed145b">alone</font>."<br><br>Shades of Magic quotes:<br>"I'd rather <font color="#9e0039">die</font> on an adventure than <font color="#fff79a">live</font> standing still."<br>"<font color="#00a99d">Hesitation</font> is the death of <font color="#8dc73f">advantage</font>."<br>"The <font color="#0054a6">bodies</font> in my floor all <font color="#fff200">trusted</font> someone. Now I <font color="slateblue">walk</font> on them to <font color="#00aeef">tea</font>."<br><br>For all ye Ravenites: I am <font color="#2e3192">Ronan Lynch</font><br>For all ye Potterheads: I am in <font color="#007236">Slytherin</font><br>For all ye PJO fans (I'm sure the fandom has a name, I just don't remember it): I am a child of <font color="#9e0039">Hades</font><br><br>Writing Samples!<font color="#39b54a">Yay!</font><br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Long Post">Long Post [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none">From a PM RP with Arena Snow<br><hr class="bb-hr"><hr class="bb-hr"><br>	Aleksandra sighed with relief. The prince- Rufus, that is- seemed not to see through her awful smile, and seemed mostly uninterested in her- a theme she hoped would continue on throughout their marriage. She was also comforted by the fact that he didn’t have a ridiculously long name like hers. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance. I hope that we will get to know each other better in the years to come.” Years to come. Ugh. That sounded so final, so constricting- a bit like her dress. She kept the horrid false smile on her face, even though her cheeks were beginning to ache.<br><br>	 Aleksandra stared at the food longingly, wishing she were allowed to eat faster. The roast beef on her plate was taunting her, daring her to eat it. She ate at a ‘ladylike’ pace, which was all about making people think that you weren’t eating anything at all, and were, in fact, a sick that had managed to grow curves.<br><br>	They talked a bit longer about politics that seemed to bore both young royals, things such as how young King Henry was doing, and how charming Princess Killigra was, until Aleksandra’s mother noticed that Rufus was looking at the food strangely. “Is everything to your liking, Prince Rufus,” she asked. “If there is anything you don’t like, we’ll send something else up, straightaway.” Aleksandra winced a bit, but quickly put her porcelain smile back on. “Yes, Prince, is everything alright,” the younger female asked, efficiently catching onto the ‘Butter the Prince up’ train. <br><br>	Aleksandra recognized that while her mother was trying to be welcoming to her son-in-law-to-be, Aleksandra was being rather cold. “If you are finished, I could show you your chambers for the night.” Without further invitation, she rose, dusted off her dress, and gestured for Rufus to follow her up the stairs. Her green eyes glinted in the chandelier light, and for a moment, Aleksandra was blind. Then the moment passed, and with a turn of her auburn hair, she was off.<br><br>	When Aleksandra arrived at the guest room, she turned away from Rufus briefly to rub her sore and aching cheeks. By the time he caught up to her, she had turned back around and was smiling again. “This is your room. If you’d like, I’ll leave you to get settled. The servants should have your trunks up here shortly. If you would like to write a letter to the battlefront, there’s paper, pens, and ink on the desk. You have your own private bathroom. If anything is not to your liking, tell us, and we’ll find you another room for tonight. If you need anything, tell me. My room is that one, across the hall.” She jerked her head towards the pale blue double doors that lead to her room, thankful that she always closed them behind her, since what the prince would have seen was definitely not ladylike. <br><br>	Behind the closed doors of her room lay countless inventions, drawings, plans, schemes, and all manner of planning. There had been a time when Aleksandra had an entire room to use for her inventions, but her mother had declared that if this hobby of hers were to continue, it would continue where nobody could accidentally run across it. Now, the girl’s room was the only place that she could truly be herself, and do all manner of ‘unladylike’ activities. Things ranging from sword practice to inventing to writing anything other than love poems went on behind closed doors in the dead of night, always hidden away the instant morning light hit them. Today had been a rare exception to this rule. The princess had been allowed to work far past sunrise, and had subsequently forgotten to put some of it away. Alright, if she was being honest- most of it was still out in the open.<br><br>	“Anyway, I’ll leave you to get settled.”</div></div><br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Medium Post">Medium Post [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none">From a PM RP with Fetzen<br><hr class="bb-hr"><hr class="bb-hr"><br>	<span class="bb-i">Thud. Thud.</span> Lilliana heard her guards fall to the ground. <span class="bb-i">Shit,</span> was the princess’s only thought before she was scooped up by the large stone being. She tapped on his hard exterior. “Excuse me, but why am I being kidnapped,” she asked him as politely as possible. Lilliana had, after all, been raised a princess, and was taught to be polite to strangers. She had a vague plan for escape, but really, it wasn’t much of a plan at all. As they ran into the woods, she wondered exactly how the large entity had gotten to the castle, but the answer soon became evident as they jumped onto the back of a horse whose saddle was almost broken as the being got on and placed her in front of him. “What’s your name,” Lilliana asked. “You probably already know mine,” she added as an afterthought. “Oh. And by the way, you do know that you just kidnapped a princess, right? There will be search parties,” Lilliana said, but quickly shut up when she saw the look on the male’s face.<br><br>	They rode for almost an hour when they reached another tree with a horse on it. Their horse was already beginning to tire, and as they got off, Lilliana could see it shaking with exhaustion. She sighed with discomfort: the being was, as she had strongly suspected, made of rock, and she suspected that she would have bruises in the morning from where she had bumped up against his solid chest. They rode for another hour in uncomfortable silence, before stopping at another tree. This whole process occurred once more before they arrived at a cave in the side of a cliff.</div></div><br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Short Post">Short Post [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none">From Let me Heal You with Chronos Hybrid in the 1x1 section.<br><hr class="bb-hr"><br><font color="#f26522">"Of course,"</font> Jas says, sitting up from her curled position on the floor. <font color="#f26522">"Why wouldn't I be?" </font><br><br>Over the last two minutes she'd had before the man showed up, they'd explained Jas's job to her. "Take care of him," they'd said. <font color="#00a99d">"And his weapons."</font> Now one of them jerked his chin at her. <font color="#00a99d">"Get to it, urchin,"</font> they said, spitting at her feet. <br><br>Jas pulls out her pitiful bag of healing supplies they'd granted her. She begins to scan his body for injuries. <font color="#f26522">"This'll sting a bit,"</font> Jas says, reaching out to put the cream she has on his arm, painfully aware of her accent. <font color="#f9ad81"><span class="bb-i">Jeezus</span></font>, she thinks. <font color="#f9ad81"><span class="bb-i">I sound like a heretic.</span></font> It's a sword wound, probably gained in some inconsequential sword fight or other, maybe from training. She can see how thin he really is. He legitimately has no fat on him, all muscle and bone. Jas scoots closer to him. <font color="#f26522">"How'd you get that wound?"</font></div></div><br>I also do one-liner things.<br><br>-Arya</div>
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