I did post, though! So there's that.
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Waltzing for Zizi
STATUS: "Gee Sam, this seems like the kinda case that requires the gentle, safe-cracking touch of the sociopathic, sausage-fingered freelance police." 9 yrs ago
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"Gee Sam, this seems like the kinda case that requires the gentle, safe-cracking touch of the sociopathic, sausage-fingered freelance police."
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Blue in Dallas
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Rain pattered dismally against the office’s windows, made liquid brass by the faint glow of the streetlamps below, and streaked against the glass like tears. Once, the words “Jennofski & Jennofski” had been painted in gold across these jalouises… but now there was only an outline, a ghost that had lingered, long past its time, when the acid rain had taken the rest to its grave.
The Octo P.I. could sympathise with that.
But as long as he remained, those names would never be forgotten. Not in this, the office that had been his home, his sanctuary, and his prison.
A perfectly preserved memory, kept sealed within the bell jar of personal tragedy.
OctoP.I. sighed, deeply.
“Of all the octopode's profiles in all the world… you had to read mine.”
Hi all, Jenno here! Or Captain. I'm your resident blues harpist, and part time octopode! (But let's keep that between you and me, eh? Nobody suspects a thing.)
If you want to know anything just drop me a line via DMs and I'll get right back to you!
The Octo P.I. could sympathise with that.
But as long as he remained, those names would never be forgotten. Not in this, the office that had been his home, his sanctuary, and his prison.
A perfectly preserved memory, kept sealed within the bell jar of personal tragedy.
OctoP.I. sighed, deeply.
“Of all the octopode's profiles in all the world… you had to read mine.”
Hi all, Jenno here! Or Captain. I'm your resident blues harpist, and part time octopode! (But let's keep that between you and me, eh? Nobody suspects a thing.)
If you want to know anything just drop me a line via DMs and I'll get right back to you!
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I hope that changes soon! Both for your quality of life and for the sake of this roleplay's continuing. :P
I need to improve it but I haven't a clue how I would! I'm supposing I'll need to bolster the signal with a second wifi access point.
Scratch that, connection is stable enough to at least make posts, we're back in action.
Scrawled formulae in an untamed hand, smudged not in lieu of work ethic but in lieu of patience: archaic symbols and eldritch numbers, magic operationalised into a series of winding sums like the machinations of an unhinged spider.
Corvus had lost himself in these, putting ink pen to napkin paper, when Lumos took his respective seat at their table of would-be crusaders. And he did not stir until addressed. He didn’t even realise Farrus had arrived.
"Um... h-hello..."
“Good evening.”
His inking hand seized suddenly, and his honey eyes wandered upwards slowly, cautiously. His hair shifted back ever so subtly, too, drawing away from potential threats.
Then his mannerisms changed, totally: his countenance became softer and he beamed warmly as he dropped his pen aside. His shadow, which had been laid carelessly across the table, retreated to his flank.
“Ah, good afternoon! I’m so sorry, how impolite of me! I was just absentmindedly scribbling something I’d been working on and…" he trailed off, and for a moment his expression became vacant, “… lost myself…”
He stared at Lumos in perfect, thoughtful coldness for a few instants, and then resumed smiling.
“My deepest apologies. My name is Corvus Tenesilia, I’ll be our outfits Umbramancer: perhaps not even the only one!”
He extended one hand across the table, and the other to his right: his skin was olive and warmly toned, but still just vaguely cool to the touch, “A pleasure to make your acquaintance! Who, and what, might you two be?”
Corvus had lost himself in these, putting ink pen to napkin paper, when Lumos took his respective seat at their table of would-be crusaders. And he did not stir until addressed. He didn’t even realise Farrus had arrived.
"Um... h-hello..."
“Good evening.”
His inking hand seized suddenly, and his honey eyes wandered upwards slowly, cautiously. His hair shifted back ever so subtly, too, drawing away from potential threats.
Then his mannerisms changed, totally: his countenance became softer and he beamed warmly as he dropped his pen aside. His shadow, which had been laid carelessly across the table, retreated to his flank.
“Ah, good afternoon! I’m so sorry, how impolite of me! I was just absentmindedly scribbling something I’d been working on and…" he trailed off, and for a moment his expression became vacant, “… lost myself…”
He stared at Lumos in perfect, thoughtful coldness for a few instants, and then resumed smiling.
“My deepest apologies. My name is Corvus Tenesilia, I’ll be our outfits Umbramancer: perhaps not even the only one!”
He extended one hand across the table, and the other to his right: his skin was olive and warmly toned, but still just vaguely cool to the touch, “A pleasure to make your acquaintance! Who, and what, might you two be?”
WiFi card is here but the connection is pitiable so pending... that changing, I suppose!
I can confirm ST is a wuss but it's okay because he's still pree chill. For a total loser I mean B) Welcome back scrub.
... ON IT.
Blast-Octoman.
I can confirm I'm a boss from Megaman.
I'm here but my laptop bit it, pending on a wifi card for a replacement desktop.
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