Posts by Squisheh

Trackyyy~

Tis true. So new characters? Because the plot was getting good :<

It's up to Dylan. If he keeps Zygax I'll keep Lennox, if not I'll create a new charrie. c:

Alrighty, then Lennox still lives. ^^

I'll also be creating a new character. Female. So her love interest is open if anything happens. She's going to probably be a no-status position. We can figure out how to integrate her later.

So I have a total of three characters-

-Myv's beloved (Isamae)
-Lennox
And this one I will create later.

That makes sense. :)

As for Lennox. I want her to finally get married to Zygax lol.

Omg... Those creatures are so cool. My new character might utilize a few :)))

Why hello there!

Please save me a healer spot <3 I will make my form very soon.

Track. Waiting until I'm allowed to post c:

Isamae paced around her chambers like a caged beast. Think. Think. Think! Where did I put it? Her white wavy hair bounced as she searched for her leather satchel. She had gotten herself into a predicament, a potentially harmful predicament. Promising some of her close warrior friends a special 'medicinal' drink that may cause 'stimulating' hallucinogens would most definitely get her into some trouble. Especially since the leaders had no clue she had some stashed away. Isamae paid no mind to the laws in the caves and did as she pleased, as long as she had no job to do. At the moment she had no task at hand, and no one was injured- so some mischief was bound to happen. Her hands searched the shelves as her fingers grazed her satchel. Ah hah! There you are, you sneaky bag!

// Lol, congrats Dyl...

Track. Lennox lives.

Isamae held the canteen underneath the slow trickle of freshwater. After it was filled to the rim she screwed the cap on tight and put it in her leather satchel. Minutes later, she was back in her chambers- cooking the water on an open flame. The healers chambers were filled with useful tools to create remedies. She steeped some of the plant root until the water was dyed slightly. Her concoction was done. Skipping down toward the meeting spot, she had what she needed to confront her friends.

OOC: Damn! I fixed it. My brain hasn't fully switched yet.

IC: Isamae saw the small group of warriors sitting underneath a beautiful tree in the courtyard. The courtyard was large, but not too large. She could see the leader and a few others gathered around. I should probably hide the drink... Isamae shrugged it off. They could pass it off as water until the hallucinations kicked in. Sitting down in the small circle of friends, she reached into her pocket and pulled out the mixture. She was giggly. She hadn't had fun since... Her memories kicked in and her smile turned to stone. Taking a large swig of the drink to make it go away, she passed it along her circle of friends.

Okayyyy.

Isamae let out a giggle as the warm feeling hit her. By this time everyone had a swig of the concoction and it was making another round. Games were starting, which usually were never a good idea when hallucinations were impending. "What the hell...." She hiccuped, seeing one of her friends turning blue. "Oh no, guys..." A goofy smile was plastered on her face.

Isamae ushered the last of the drink into her friends, relishing in the sense of sombre it gave her. They seemed very unaffected, and she wondered why. Stashing the tin can in her leather satchel she relaxed into the grassy meadow, conversing and enjoying the sensations of the intoxicant. Eventually time lulled them to leave, but she stayed, her form laying in the grass. It looked quite odd to no one who knew her situation. Her mind wandered. The drink was no longer giving her a good trip.

You killed me. Listen to me.


Listen to me. Do you hear me?

"What are you talking about?"

Gen, Saul, Trince... Names began to be listed. The long list of her victims.

"Go away!" Isamae yelled, her voice echoing through the meadow.

The faces of the people she had killed began to crawl up from the ground, grabbing at her legs. Of course, they were not real but Isamae twisted and screamed bloody murder.

Isamae's eyes were clouded. She felt two strong arms on her shoulder and she was snapped back to semi-reality. "W-wilson! You got to go. Don't stay here... They'll get you...!" She gasped, her voice hoarse from screaming. "I can't hurt them. I won't hurt them... anymore...." She trailed, making sense to herself only. Tears prickled her eyes. She was no longer having fun.

Isamae held onto him tightly, her fingers digging into his clothing. She looked about ready to accept her fate of death and hid her face in the crook of his arm. She looked like a child, something, she hated being compared too. She wasn't a child, far from it. "I did... I did." She said, her voice muffled in his shirt. Her breathing was uneven, but eventually it slowed. The fog dissipated and she was left looking around confused.

Isamae took a moment to ground herself, not answering for a couple of stunned seconds. Wil...son.... Wilson. Oh f*ck. The leader was helping her to her feet. The one person she did not want to encounter at this moment. She was pulled up, her long braid now messy. Her body still shook and her eyes were dilated but her sense was returning. This was a bad idea, a bad, bad idea Isamae. Of course, being you, the leader of all people would find you coming off your high.

"N-no. I'm ok. I just woke up from a bad dream. Trust me." She stammered, sounding nervous. Her hands wrung her wrists and her satchel felt heavy, knowing that there was evidence in it. Isamae didn't know Wilson personally. He didn't know anything of her past. The only thing he knew of her was her rank. And being a healer, that would give him some sort of impression- but she was still nervous around his aura.

Her stomach rolled.