expensive mistakes — notepad

[finny.]

well
thorne didn't deserve that

and s m h colin
this is what happens when there's no dahlia to cancel out the hoeness

[crows]

Thorne didn’t but it happened rip a legend

Mmm that’s true
Listen maybe we should get a hunger games simulator with our characters

[finny.]

rip poor thorne

listen maybe we definitely should

[crows]

Alas, fellas
I’m tired so I’m breaking my cycle, so tomorrow I’ll probably have a double whammy piece for you

[crows]

[align=center][div style="width: 400px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1; text-align: justify;"]"You're so nice." It was such a shock to hear those words, so hesitant and half-whispered leave his mouth.

"Yeah? Why?" Eloise responded, raising an eyebrow. Evan seemed to realize her confusion, and started scrambling for an explanation, shifting restlessly in his chair as he shrugged.

"You're nice. You've never.. ignored me. You listen to me. You don't make me feel like..."

"A social recluse? The world's youngest guru who's chosen to live below the mountains? A literal underground musician?"

Evan scoffed, but Eloise could tell she'd at least amused him. "No, you don't make me feel like a freak." The word was said quieter than the others, as though he'd uttered some disgusting swear. "Well, I mean.. there was that one time.." Gesturing to the covered part of his face, the musician shrugged. "But you didn't... leave afterwards. You didn't think any less of me. Nobody's ever done that before."

Had she not just barely gotten Evan used to the concept of hugs, she would've given him one. Instead, the best Eloise could do without making her friend feel awkward and compromised was give his hand a short squeeze. "Of course I'm nice to you, I'm your best friend-"

"Only friend." Evan corrected gently, mouth stretching into a shy smile. "I guess you have every reason to be nice, you're my best student-"

"Only student." Eloise shot back quickly, and the two stifled their giggles so nobody could hear their laughter outside Eloise's dorm.

[Legends]

haha i love it thanks

[crows]

Haha so do I I haven’t written happy people in a while it was nice

[crows]

[align=center][align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height:13px;"]The drip, drip, drip of the rain outside was the only noise in the tower - the rain was a welcome distraction to the aching in the being's joints. It was becoming more and more frequent to feel pain - something he hadn't felt in a long time. This body was at least twenty years past its due date, and perhaps that was what galled Nico worst of all today. Not the silence, not the rain, not the ache.. but the knowledge that somewhere outside of his reach was a perfectly good vessel that had escaped. And I am sitting here, rotting..

The inky blackness dripped and seeped into the stone chair as he stood, vivid red eyes focused on a new sound, the sound of footsteps. Drawing his hood up, Nico waited for the visitor to come into view. He hadn't asked anyone to come here - why any Bishop would bother at this hour was beyond his reasoning.

But, here the pale blonde came (despite the heavy red robes they all wore, her hair encircled her face like some kind of halo - she was clearly distinguishable), stepping into view and lowering her hood - the veil following quickly after it. Listo, the Bishop of imagination. Crafty, diplomatic.. untrustworthy. Nico considered that of all the Bishops, however. His expression remained neutral as she neared him, her colorless eyes boring into his red.

"Listo." The absence of townsfolk left them safe to use their names - something Nico preferred. There was a sense of power that came along with having someone's real name in store, a name that could be used casually. Though Nico could never use it against the other Bishop, it sat there like a carefully maintained, carefully concealed weapon. Almost like wrapping an invisible thread around his fingers... One day, I'll tell someone...

"Nico." There was no love lost between the two - despite Listo's amicability among the Bishops, it didn't mean they were friends. Anything but, of course - Listo's pale eyes hid things that Nico could only grasp at (to his own frustration). She was clever, and she didn't make social calls, none of them did. Hello, old man...

The two stood, waiting for the other to speak - to act, when a rustling disturbed them. It caught Nico off-guard and he glanced away first, and he felt a stirring of rage (a damnable emotion he made a point to ignore when he could) when he saw Listo smirk. She knew who it was, which meant she wasn't alone in this. What did they want?

The third Bishop was Andre, stoic and expressionless - as usual. Nico chose to focus on the man's septum piercing instead of his frostbitten features. Andre, the oldest Bishop. He controlled apathy, and it fit him well - the man's tone rarely rose above a muted hum. The two Bishops together made an unlikely duo, but a duo Nico knew not to underestimate. If Andre and Listo were planning something together... "Andre, Listo, I'm surprised you didn't tell me before you came. I look like a rude host." Nico didn't enjoy them invading his tower, he never bothered in their towers.

"Forgive us." Andre stepped forwards to stand next to Listo, removing his hood as well and pressing his lips together into a line. Nico could say out of all of them, Andre was the most frustrating. The eldest always was, he supposed; especially when they expected something out of existing first, as though any of them could've controlled that. "We need to discuss something that's been on our minds."

"Let's be clear, Nico. You're... aging. Your vessel is deteriorating by the day." If only it would hurry and collapse into dust... Nobody knew what would happen if a Bishop's vessel died before they could take a new one. It was terrifying to think of - Andre himself made a point to never stay in a vessel past its fiftieth birthday. It became decrepit and useless not long after, much like the vessel that Nico currently inhabited.

"You say that as though I'm unaware of it." Nico's tone was restrained, pointedly so. Listo knew the tone - he was trying to repress an emotion without them noticing. Thousands of years, and the Bishops rarely changed. Nico's rage was notorious among the Bishops, if the townsfolk ever knew about how their strongest Bishop struggled with emotions... Listo could only imagine the chaos that would ravage her beautiful Dema.

The two Bishops looked at each other, allowing Nico a few moments of silence, before Listo continued. "I think perhaps it'd be best for you to allow the Bishops to function without your approval until you find your new vessel."

Silence. Nico's expression remained flat, though the veil prevented Listo to really see any disturbances in his face. The blonde took that as her cue to continue. "If you were to act more as a member of a council compared to our head, you'd have more time to focus on finding and training your vessel. I feel as though it's wise, due to the circumstances regarding the last Johnny and her.. departure from Dema."

The words hung in the air, tense and totally unreachable now. With a long, pointed sigh, Nico began to remove his hood and veil, revealing the quickly-aging face of his vessel. Age like this was unheard of in Bishops, this vessel was clearly nearing its death. As Andre peered into Nico's eyes, he was reminded vaguely of the stories of fire and brimstone that had once been the staple of Dema's storytelling. Wrong words, Listo.."

"Ah yes, the one where my vessel came up with an escape plan, and then took the other two with her. That was a rather creative escape... correct me if I'm wrong Listo, but aren't you the one supposed to prevent these things?" The Bishop's anger was clear now, growing with every word spoken.

"Johnny wasn't in my district, I can't influence her if she was with you. Your Johnny was Dema-born, if you'd like to continue blaming your fellow Bishops for your mistakes, I suppose we could bring Keons into this."

Silence. Damn you, Nico! Nico wouldn't respond to her words, she knew it. She'd proven her point, and he would respond to it in the way Nico did when he was angry and wrong - ignored it, and continued on with his rage. "Let's make things clear. Despite my vessel, I have not changed. I will not step back, that will do nothing to solve the problem."

Will it?

"And besides, I've found my new vessel." The two other Bishops exchanged a look of surprise. That was news. "From my knowledge, the new Ruby and Clancy have been found as well." Nico's anger was fading, replaced quickly by a faint hint of smugness. "All we need to do is get them here, and begin their training. So no, I will not be stepping back, and neither will they.

Now, if you'll excuse me - I believe that was your only concern you had, so I suppose I'll see you two at the meeting tonight." Nico turned, raising the hood and veil to his face again. With that, Listo and Andre were dismissed without a second thought. Andre opened his mouth to speak, the frost on his nose crackling slightly - but the pale Bishop beside him brushed his shoulder, pulling her own hood and veil up as she started towards the entrance.

There was no more to be said in conversation - nothing that Nico would listen to, anyways.

[sultan]

yo,,that was amazing

[waiakea]

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