Posts by MERCY GHOST.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: #ecc7a9; margin-bottom: -5px][size=9pt]A feast? This was new. Mercy hadn't a feast or something of that sort in a while now, at least ever since she ran from home. The collie was a tad more cheerful about this, contrary to her previous state
"Thank you, Miss Xerses. I can invite somebody if you want. And, um, I brought a bit of food," the Combatant said, rolling over a watermelon she found in her pantry as well as a bottle of wine. Watermelons were in the fashion of the previous summer, right?[/size]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: #ecc7a9; margin-bottom: -5px][size=9pt]This was definitely one of the weirdest weekly tasks the Combatant had ever received. See how much food could fit in her mouth? That sounded more like the daily challenges of a gluttonous man than a task. It was a responsibility, but she felt very... embarrased about it. Freshwater was probably very hungry as he was distributing these food-themed tasks. Mercy would likely ask him if he was feeling a bit famished.
Anyway, Mercy would count the rabbits that would fit in her mouth until she couldn't place any more in there (five rabbits, apparently, but two fell out). She wanted to show Freshwater the completed task, but it seemed they were stuck. Mercy's eyes widened at the realization, and then began scampering around wildly, her mouth full of dead rabbits, and panicking a bit. An odd problem fit for an odd task.[/size]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: #ecc7a9; margin-bottom: -5px][size=9pt]Barry looked like he was doing just fine from a distance. He was just plucking petals. Finding ways to spend time. Mercy would do that frequently, to distract her from other things. Things she hated being reminded of or was bored of. Then, she noted the darkened whites of his eyes and reddened pupils. They looked like... his wings. They reminded her of his wings. The nuisance Barry never needed. She narrowed her eyes at the thought, when widened. The combatant was submitting to Giratina's control.
The dying field was a thing to ponder. This was something to thoroughly think of, and more importantly, defeat. The collie would start in a canter, then run. She calmed down as she saw Tama and Chocolatekit there. They could help. They could speak the right words. Mercy couldn't. She didn't know how.
Her stomach flipped inwards, and she winced. Mercy had to take action. This wasn't right. The collie would marvel at how quickly the two would approach the problem, but she shook it off. Now was the time.
"Don't leave me."
Well, that was stupid. She didn't say anything encouraging or helpful. Just that. And she would begin to hate herself for it. Then, her eyes shifted into worrisome, desperate eyes.
"Don't you ever let them get to you, Barry. They got you into this situation. You can get yourself out. And you can use them. Throw what they do to you right back. Make them suffer."
And, she said the wrong thing again. She was quiet, staring blankly into the trees. Did she really say that? Mercy didn't want to believe it.
"I-I mean-"
She stopped. Whatever she was about to say would only cause more harm.[/size]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: #ecc7a9; margin-bottom: -5px][size=9pt]This was Mercy's first meeting, hm? She was intrigued by the multiple people she didn't recognize, from different clans. Oh, and Rumple was there too. She'd wave at him like an idiot and then turned right back to Vader. This was likely quite important, otherwise, well, they wouldn't have called this meeting.[/size]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: #ecc7a9; margin-bottom: -5px][size=9pt]Mercy saw the two zooming by and quietly padded along with a curious, airheaded look in her eyes as she would tag along, barely matching their speed. It was more of a light gait than a run to be honest. The collie had a few questions about this activity. "Why are you running, sir?" she'd ask in the distance. He probably couldn't hear this from over there, but she'd proceed to jog, blindly following Alistaire.[/size]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: #ecc7a9; margin-bottom: -5px][size=9pt]Mercy had remembered when Rosepaw, when she was Rosekit, would greet her when she first entered the clan. Than being said, quite a few of Tama's children were returning. It would give Mercy a rather warm feeling; maybe her children could come back, too. "Roseki- er, Rosepaw. Welcome back. A lot happened while you were gone, little one," Mercy would greet in a more lighthearted tone. This one didn't know, nor did she need to know what happened.[/size]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: #ecc7a9; margin-bottom: -5px][size=9pt]i'd say purifying him bc i love smol loud cheerful barry but that miiiight hurt his development especially in the state he is in right now
maybe he holds back giratina for a while and he starts winning, but oooooh nooooo they come back and things happen
i suck at plots[/size]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: #ecc7a9; margin-bottom: -5px][size=9pt]The sound of the wailing had made Mercy's ears perk up in a concerned manner, then, rushing towards the crowd and the kit. Phew. She was fine. The collie didn't have much of an opinion on swears; she didn't want children to hear them, depending on how they are used, and tried not to use them herself. She considered them negative, but decided not to comment, as the important thing was that she was okay. "Welcome, little one. Mercy, combatant here. You shouldn't wander about at this age. Please be more careful next time," the collie would greet with a respectful dip of her head. She always thought young children should always stay as safe as possible; especially this one. "Are you sure you don't need anything like food, water, blankets?" Mercy would try to mimic how Lostboy greeted herself when she first joined, offering the same things.[/size]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: #ecc7a9; margin-bottom: -5px][size=9pt]Mercy's usual tired, dazed look in her eyes would always lace her features, even if she did smile. It was odd, really, how no matter how hard she tried she could never look surprised if she wanted to. This time it wasn't her choice.
Barry didn't look like he was physically hurt. Just disappointed and depressed. She knew exactly what was going on behind his little grin, and frowned a bit. "You don't look okay, young one," she'd blurt out suddenly as she padded in. "Is there a problem, Barry?" She hated herself at the moment. She was saying things she didn't necessarily want to say. It disturbed her, and she'd always look back on it and feel like eating dirt.[/size]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: #ecc7a9; margin-bottom: -5px][size=9pt]i've never really read homestuck but it looks like my *
gay trolls? obama jokes? it is. it is my *[/size]

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[img width=510 height=444]https://www.topatoco.com/graph…pa-sbahj-sunshine-pic.jpg[/img]
I WILL WEAR THIS TO SCHOOL AND MAKE EVERYONE JOIN THE SWEET BRO AND HELLA JEFF FANDOM AND WE CAN SHIP JEFF AND SWEET BRO'S MOM

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: #ecc7a9; margin-bottom: -5px][size=9pt]Maybe mercy can attempt to mom him after he trips and fall or something and he's just like wtf lady leave me be and she's like bUT I MUST PROTECT YOU CHILD[/size]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: #ecc7a9; margin-bottom: -5px][size=9pt]Aaay plots with Mercy[/size]

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also I started reading home stuck and it's aMaZiNg

Also, a thread with Sulu would be pretty cool with me
I'm trying to get this bab into some more plots[/size]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: #ecc7a9; margin-bottom: -5px][size=9pt]Mercy saw Barry near a young canine she didn't recognize, so she'd make her way over to the two. More and more young children seemed to be throwing themselves onto the islands, huh? The combatant's gaze landed on the pup, padding in after Barry.She tries to send him a small smile, with a dip of his head. "I don't think children your age should be wandering about like this. D-do you need anything?" The stranger didnh't look very tired at all, but Mercy just wanted to make sure.[/size]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: #ecc7a9; margin-bottom: -5px][size=9pt]ah, i've heard of dipper goes to taco bell, though i haven't read it yet
fanfictions like this are good alternatives when contemplating suicide[/size]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: #ecc7a9; margin-bottom: -5px][size=9pt]“Fingers?” asked Gru, reaching into the jar to scoop up a blob of lube.
“No. Nose."

i'm crying[/size]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: #ecc7a9; margin-bottom: -5px][size=9pt]Mercy would enter, resting her tired gaze on the newcomer. Thieves weren't Mercy's favorite, but she's never been a victim of robbery before. What she did know is that it feels terrible to have something taken from you.[/size]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: #ecc7a9; margin-bottom: -5px][size=9pt]Mercy was getting a bit happier lately. She felt a bit more cheerful, to say, and she was trying to get around more. Now she was more motivated to fight and socialize with her fellow clanmates. "O-oh, sir! Are you lost?" she asked, her wide-eyed gaze suddenly returning. She seemed to be coming out of her shell. "Why are you around here, anyway?" The collie sat down, her eyes fixated on the other.
Nowadays, the collie was unaware of and didn't think about the miracles that were the floating islands, but preferred not to. If she did, she'd probably just keep worrying about people falling off the islands or something of the sort.[/size]

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