Posts by slivermisty12

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    “ Merde!” cursed Karkat in Italian, has he kicked the nearest stone closest to him. He couldn’t work in complete darkness, but he could find Nepeta, he just needed more time that was all. “ Shara, Milo just go…. If she wants me to find to find her, I’ll find her even if it takes me forever to find her. I’ll find her.”
    ~
    Milo who knew what was going on, he looked at his girlfriend. “ He’ll find her Shara. It’ll take some time, but he’ll find her. This is a huge maze but he wouldn’t get lost….. “

    ~
    “You can trust your brother can’t you? He’s determined to find her….” He said grinning softly. “No one makes fun of Karkat and gets away with it. He’ll drag Nepeta out of that cave by her tail if he has to, just to prove how much of a self-proclaiming idiot he really is.” He added kissing her nose, before ruffling her hair, and walking off knowing that she would follow him anyway.


    “ Some crabs can see in the dark…. Complete darkness so can Karkat.”


    And the teasing game began.
    ~
    Karkat ventured into the cave blinking now adjusting to the darkness, all he had to see or hear Nepeta, before he tackled the femme troll down into a an embrace. He looked upwards narrowing his gaze slightly has he did so. “ Where are you…..?” he murmured.

    " I'm nothing like my father.... Nothing like him... Ra is i'm not. You couldn't hold a candle to my mother to compare it to me. I nothing like my parents, that sents me appart from them. I may act and feel something simliar to a father which i don't mind. But i am nothing like my parents. I am my own person even though i hold no physical relation, despite i am related to them."I said ruffling Amoph's head when he was back in the arms of his sister.


    " Even after all these years, they are still trying to understand me. It's funny to watch though. I think diffrently from them both. I don't always react to violence, and bloodshed, i seem to snoop around. That's now Sinbad came into creation... no many humans know the orgin of him though." i said in a very sherlock impression.

    Milo grinned, “ I think you know the answer to that. My mother and yours would try and find me…. even if I did vanish from the face of every known land. They drag me back by my horns, and ground me to the ground until I plead for mercy. I’m not fancying that at all, a matter of fact that just sounds horrible.”


    He chuckled softly. “The look of winter suits you well. Rather well I might add, gives a new meaning to a seductive death.” He added simply kissing her hand, this troll can be dangerous. He was running a million ideas; each one could clearly make this femme flush, and probably melt.


    { You don’t know who you are messing with…. I’m the creator of seductiveness when it comes to rping male characters!}
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    Karkat actually did look up, and looked up at the ceiling with the best of his ability, his eyesight wasn’t has good has Nepeta but he was trying to make an effort. He was getting frustrated, and kicked yet another stone cursing under his breath, he was just going to keep moving though knowing one way or another he might just bump into the femme.


    He really actually hoped so, he was so tired of this game.

    Not a smart remark i'm not that cruel i'm curious. Despite i'm listening to song in french... so that not really helping my case now.


    [justify] Coming a upon the handshake which was a gesture of some mild friendliness, I took her hand. Her hand were soft has the best wool my mamma had spun just to make a fine garment for the mayor of our village. I was careful to not use a firm grip since well I didn’t want to bruise her hand. Giving it a slight shake, before slipping out of it. There was no way that texture of skin would never burn into my memory, it did to my dismay. She was interesting that was for sure, but I couldn’t say much. “ Are you French or English…? I’m French which I think you probably have guessed…” I asked looking at her. [/justify]

    Karkat heard the footsteps, and followed them. “ NEPETA!” He practically shouted hopeful, and really hoping she would stop.
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    “ Oh? And where would that be?” He asked seeming to be curious, never a good sign. But Milo was curious, it was in his blood though.


    [justify]“You are responding to my questions and what I’m saying despite I am speaking another language entirely…. Both of our countries are killing one another for nothing…. I don’t even remember the last reason another battle broke out...” I said now trailing off because of my nervous reaction when I could hear the sounds of battle so close from here. A slight shiver ran down my spine, and I shuddered slightly afraid. “You could have screamed for help… I’m sure someone would have heard you, and put an end to me.” I added stating the fact even if it was a morbid idea.


    All I wanted to do was just go home, or abandon the war. I could do either both, but I had to stay here and fight. I had no chances in this, either fight or die. Even if they did find out I had abandoned the effort, they would find me, and kill me. Mark me a backstabbing traitor, but I was done with this effort, I had seen to many people die. I had shed to many tears, I was a coward.
    [/justify]

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    From that he followed the sound, and soon enough found the exhausted femme. Keeping his distance, he tossed her a fruit, and said simply this: “ You are one hell of example of making me worry and panic… I hate dark places. I told you I would find you eventually even though you made it quiet hard. Insanely so…. I do care and love you nep.”


    { sometimes I hate typing the word I love you or love you part jeez I don’t know why..}
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    The dream bubble. That was where he was actually planning to ask her, but seeming that his question died on his lip. He followed Shara inside, and was amazed, and yet confused.
    “ Where am i?” he asked.

    “Don’t think of moving…” said Karkat almost smirking himself, he had set a trap something harmless, and Nepeta had tripped when he expected her to do so. But all the same had her leg seeming to be caught in his trap, in other words she wouldn’t be able to move for some time, unless she slashed it off which was hard to do since well thanks to milo. “And I know how much cats hate feeling trapped, they would do anything to be freed again…. nearly anything.”


    This was sort of playing with a moment in the past, Karkat seemed to enjoy what he was doing but not the view despite the fact he could only see the simmering hues of his soon to be girlfriend.
    ~
    Milo was not expecting that, it was a pleasant surprise. Even though now he could feel his mother’s embrace, which seemed to heal a bit of the soreness though. He gave Shara one gratified smile

    [justify]


    All my retorts died on my lips, she was right. I nodded promptly smiling at her curt and straight to the bullet behavior. Even though a question soon tasted sweet on my tongue, I was curious to know if she knew how to use the weapon that was sitting right beside her steaming soon to be cold cup of tea. “I have an understanding of English though,” I said. “Many English merchants came to my village if they could handle French hospitality when it came in terms of sharing a bottle of our somewhat famous wine.” I added seeming to see that the false term to scapegoat an English person was wrong, not all of them were that bad.


    Some where complete arse but were not. I only bit my lip seeming to wish for something else, but what was a woman like her doing the middle of the forest, so close to the battle? Someone was soon going to expose her, and things were going to downhill. She was a stunning woman anyway, something not one Frenchman would have ever seen. Even my appearance itself thrown everyone else, my mother was originally not from the mainland, quite from Brittany. I inherited her appearance and her softness apparently. I was a sweet tempered child, and still am to this day.


    The son of a wool merchant, and a drunken knight. You wonder where the times had gone.
    [/justify]

    “You mean before you met my bastard of a father? Yes please.” Said Milo nodding to his mother smiling happily. Even to see the place where his mother lived before Milo was in even consideration of existing. The chill of his father’s grasp was far away and written into the dark chapters of Milo’s book.


    If it was possible to have two books for two split personality disorder, than Milo did actually have two books which was strange to have such a thing.


    One for his saner side, another for you know what side.


    Yep he was a lot like somber gameez.


    This was not helping now he was in the dream bubble.


    His father made him do things that weren’t even in the levels of okay.
    ~
    Karkat who had watched Milo actual use what he swore Eridan used ‘magic’ or whatever the hell it was. Soon enough Nepeta’s leg was now free. “Has long you don’t try and bolt again….. “ He said warning the femme watching her movement, he had stopped the bleeding but rearranging the blood vessels and other things.


    Yes he was learning alchemy.


    Even though a faint blush was now on his face, it wasn’t has vibrant has Shara had made it a few hours ago. He picked up the feline femme, and carried her.


    He was still blushing slightly.

    [justify] Why was he so bluntly cruel for the matter since yes humans were completely backstabbing idiots but still! Masahiko actually felt a warmth bubbling in inside of him. He wanted to scream at him, but remained silent.


    " If they are willing to attempt that type of an act..... Has we are taught has children do not trust a yakashi... they are evil. Even if they are beautiful don't trust them.. Do not trust them at all." He said softly trying to bite back his words.


    He resumed sipping his tea.
    [/justify]

    “That is if I don’t force her to sleep. Most of the time she’s worried about me. I don’t blame her though. I just one really messed up troll. Emotionally and mentally destroyed and broken. I’m a murder….. I have killed families and ruined many more.” Said Milo sighing shrugging his shoulders.


    “ Other than that…. it will take time…. Only to have one book would be great. But it will take time for the damage to fix itself. Either if I didn’t want to go out on a murdering spurge, I would have spent hours nursing injuries that even I don’t want to mention no matter how horrible it was.” He murmured softly.
    “ I wouldn’t be surprised if any of the souls that of the trolls I have killed ended up wandering over hear screaming vengeance. I’m honestly and truly sorry….. I had to...” He added apparently blinking back tears.


    His mind was slowly going back to where his first and probably many leading kill using alchemy.
    ~
    “ Sh-Shut up… So what if I’m…?” he stammered blushing even more.

    Did you just say War of the roses?! - worships- You are the almighty queen! Long you shall live!



    The imfamous/slash stupid on my part war between France and England which lasted for a long time... too expensive on either part!


    Ahem... Exactly what are you planning for that?

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    [sup][sup] " Joker at your service. " mewed the ginger tom.
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    " If you mean saving a savage princess and robbed an whole temple blind in the darkest of nights to get rid of cursed jewels.....? I admit I had some adventures but nothing to dangerous..... Some of them were a little laughable to an extent. I just have to say that since well I did come out unharmed in nearly all cases." I said almost laughing softly.


    " I am going to have to stop listening into the stretched tales and this was nothing when it finally died down. Which was about ten years ago to be exact, I think in Persia is claim me has a hero. The sultan wants to kill ra and praises me has a hero and unworthy little thief seeming to be well I'm not getting into that. Don't ask Ra... He'll love to spill details." I added now rubbing my neck flushing lightly.

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    [sup][sup]" nice to metcha! I'm joker. Can I call you Alta?" He asked beaming at the wildcat with a small grin that grew wider. She reminded him of someone.
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