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2 yrs ago
Current After nearly three years, I caught covid.
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3 yrs ago
Someone stole a jar of melatonin from the store that I work at. I hope it keeps them up at night.
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6 yrs ago
Being tiny, curious as hell, cute and incredibly clumsy, I find Meltan surprisingly relatable for a lump of metal with a nut for a head.
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6 yrs ago
I didn't know I had a favorite steel-type pokemon until Meltan. Not to be dramatic, but I'd die for that little fella
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7 yrs ago
Everyone wants to be special, yet nobody seems to realise that being special isn't always a good thing.

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I'm not really sure yet, though I do want to kill off one of the witches a little later on, when Gawain isn't so scared of them anymore, and have Morgana go after the killer to get revenge. I'll probably get Willow killed, because she has the closest bond with Morgana so Willow's death will emotionally effect her the most.
Yeah, I already guessed that
Claire frowned, looking at the call but not noticing the other small changes. Not sure what else to do, she chose to answer the call.
"You still need to tell me how you want us to return the favour." Morgana said, following after the man. She was no beggar, they could repay the favour, so they would. "My companions and me have various things to offer. We can make your vegetables grow better and bigger, make you a love option for that one special woman, heal the injuries of any hurt animals, give you a magical pendant... You name it, we can do it, as long it's not against our rules." Morgana continued.

Ambrosia and Lenore didn't hesitate to follow Morgana, and Willow and Minerva also quickly got up, once the sounds of the latter were healed properly. They didn't say anything, though Willow made sure to check if she had done the spell correctly and Minerva's leg was really fully healed.

"I suppose it might be kind to introduce ourselves. My name is Morgana Blackwood, and my companions are Willow Blackwood, Minerva Kindley, Lenore Coventry and Ambrosia Wicker." Morgana said, pointing out the witches as she introduced each of them to the farmhand. If they were going to stay at the farm for a while, it would be helpful for him to at the very least know their names. If he wanted to know anything else, he could always ask, but she felt no need to tell him more at the moment, though he may think differently.
Getting started on mine now!
Alright!
Oh yeah, added the bio to Willow's and Minerva's character sheets!
Blythe could hear the people talking as they left, but gave them no attention. She didn't care what they thought of her anyway, she wasn't here to make friends, after all.

Claire nodded and got to Asteria, climbing into the cog. Maybe practicing wasn't such a good idea right now, but she could always stop if she didn't like it.
Mine is too now!
Morgana listened to what the man had to say and let out a chuckle at his confidence. "All we do, is keeping ourselves safe. If we had bad intentions, we could've robbed and killed you already, but I would consider my companions and me to be the friendly kind of witches." She started, pausing for a moment and giving the blonde witch a brief nod.

At that, Ambrosia drew the sword she was carrying with her and pressed the point against the man's chest, still as quiet as she had been before. "Though as much as I hate it, witches are having a difficult time right now, so some measures must be taken to keep ourselves safe. My friend here could make your death look like nothing more than an ordinary murder with just one swing of her blade, and the knights you give so much praise will have no clue that it was the doing of a witch. So, if you decide to become a threat of any kind to us, we will do what is needed, but if you treat us in a just way, you have nothing to fear." Morgana continued. When she was done speaking, the blonde witch put her sword back in it sheathe again, seeming to currently have no intention of causing any harm to the man.

While the others were busy negotiating with the farmhand, if it could be called that, Willow had turned her attention back to her hurt companion, using a spell to take care of her legs. Regardless of how all of this would end, the witch would have to be able to walk decently again. And as long as the other three were busy with the man, she had the time to do the exact thing she had planned to do before this stranger stumbled upon them.
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