The Disciple (
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vatheon2012-11-26 01:48 pm
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Must be his magnetic personality.
Who: Disciple and Darkleer
Where: Darkleer's Hive
When: Current
Style: Action
Status: Closed (Except for Nepeta to stumble in on)
[Disciple was in a good mood, Things had been going well with Darkleer, and she had even gotten him outside his hive for an entire day. She thought she would check up on him and make sure he was holding up alright.]
[Part of her knew another curse would be incoming, it had been awhile since the last one. She had failed to noticed the strange glowing of her tattoo, seeing as hers was located on her left shoulder-blade, and was felt reasonably safe.]
[The path to his hive was becoming ingrained into her, with as much as she was traveling it these days. Within minutes she was at the familiar doorstep, knocking.]
Where: Darkleer's Hive
When: Current
Style: Action
Status: Closed (Except for Nepeta to stumble in on)
[Disciple was in a good mood, Things had been going well with Darkleer, and she had even gotten him outside his hive for an entire day. She thought she would check up on him and make sure he was holding up alright.]
[Part of her knew another curse would be incoming, it had been awhile since the last one. She had failed to noticed the strange glowing of her tattoo, seeing as hers was located on her left shoulder-blade, and was felt reasonably safe.]
[The path to his hive was becoming ingrained into her, with as much as she was traveling it these days. Within minutes she was at the familiar doorstep, knocking.]
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[No fun? A Zahhak? Don't be silly.]
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[Yep, don't mind the tiny greenblood as she shepherds both you adult trolls along.]
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[She resumes the attempt to get Lysunder through the door. Oh my her daughter certainly was determined... and adorable. Always adorable.]
Alright, [Smirk.] ...give me his legs.
[Her playful mood was slowly returning, it seemed.]
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[Seriously, gosh! Still, he tries to shift as well as he can with her hand on his face, aiming to give one leg to her free hand.]
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[Some of her enthusiasm fades and she wilts a bit as she follows them, being careful not to bump into either of them by mistake. She doesn't think Darkleer would be very happy with her if she got stuck to them too.]
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She was just trying to help, Darkleer. I am the one who got stuck to your face, do not take it out on her.