Avali

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"I surely can't blame them for fighting over her... She is rather beautiful," Rose mutters to her self, finger to her lip in a thoughtful manner.

"Beautiful enough to dismember her and watch her slowly bleed to death!" the voice within said, ever the optimist. Rose ignored it as usual, more so worried about how hot her cheeks felt. She didn't need to even speak with the other woman to be infatuated. Rose felt a certain urge -no, a longing- to go and speak with her. She instinctively pulls her scarf up to hide her bright red cheeks, but continued watching the woman. A longing was all she was going to feel, for she knew the woman wouldn't like her. For one, Rose looked like a child, no more than maybe 16. On top of that, she was so socially awkward, the most she could hope for was a laugh of pity from the others.

"If you just murder them all, then you don't need to worry about shame!"

Come along Eldarion, my british friend :^)

Rose eventually sighed, lowering her head. As disappointing as she was, she often wondered if she should just jump in the water. The dark armor she had on would weigh her down enough to let her drown. At least then, she could have some peace and quiet.

But as usual, she dismissed such thoughts as fast as they came. With her luck, even in death she would hear the endless onslaught of nonsense in her head. "Can you just shut up for once?" she wondered aloud, wishing for once it would work. But of course, this only fueled the unnamed god's rage within her. "Someone is here. Murder them and drink their blood!"

Rose had no intentions of cannibalism, but nonetheless lazily looked over to the stranger accompanying her on the roof. She awkwardly stared at them, debating whether or not she say hello, or ignore his presence. Should she say hello, her mind would undoubtedly explode in a frenzy of bloodthirsty thoughts.

"Surrender yourself, and let me gouge out his eyeballs!"

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Ohboi.

If theres a punchbowl, i bet you can become best friends with it. if you're lucky, it will even be in a corner.

EDIT: realized its a parade. you're boned.

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I'm being daft?

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Maybe it's because mine are less spaced out. I can't shake the feeling that i'm a peasant among lords always. At least in a rp sense.

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My posts feel so small.

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Rose, for whatever reason, decided that strong drink was in order. When she was drunk, the ringing in her head was enough to ignore even the voice in her head. "If you get drunk again, fool, I'll have Muglin peck your eyes out!"

She ignored him, knowing full well that he had no control over Muglin. Technically, she didn't even have control over the bird. It could be up and gone in an instant, and she could do little more than watch. She often wondered why Muglin bothered staying with her. Maybe he found her plight amusing. Maybe he liked the fact that she fed him, or maybe he was just bored. Rose was convinced that Muglin was some form of higher being, something more powerful than a mere bird.

Eventually she stepped into the tavern, though the door had seemingly opened by itself. Either she was dreaming, or some magical shenanigans was afoot... She shook her head, dismissing the thought. It was probably just her mind playing tricks on her.

What she saw in the tavern didn't surprise her. Two men, seemingly fighting over a woman. This sort of scenario was nothing new around here. People always felt the need to assert dominance, though why in the tavern, she could never understand. Nonetheless, she leaned up against a back corner wall and watched, eager to see the show.

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I don't have very many strengths, but my memory is for sure not one of them.

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I had you in mind when I asked that question. I was going to guess 1am

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I knew that one. I think