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             she took in a deep breath and a stone fell from her heart; something oona wasn't aware of. his positive answer, however, enthused the famine. she remains silent through sipping on her drink in small intervals and when dark orbs flick back to him, toothy smile graces her face. ❝ you are a SWEETHEART, you know. really cute. ❞

             well he hadn’t expected her to ask for a job …   but he understood how she felt.  this job had saved him from utter madness that would have resulted if he had continued doing nothing for another thousand years.  it gave him something to do, gave him purpose, even if the job itself was insignificant.  he chuckled at her next comment though, & got her a glass of whiskey.     ❛    yeah.  i think i could work something out.   ❜

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             their interaction goes pretty smoothly, so far, oona notices. and it causes bubbly personality radiate through her being. though, she is not STUPID and only gives out what is harmless. even apocalypse itself can't be trusted and it's the closes she has to FAMILY.  ❝ good. and, if I wanted to work here could i ? it'd be really a thing for me, better than doing nothing...if not, that's cool, too. ❞ 

             ❝can you also hand me a drink? pestilence's stupidity makes my brain explode.  ❞

             perhaps then, if the apocalypse did come, souls would start pouring into his hall again & give him something to do other then hand out drinks & wash glasses day in & day out.  until that day, however, this would have to suffice.   ❛  anyone & everyone is allowed in here. gods, mortals & every creature in between.  ❜

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❝ that does NOT BOTHER me to be truthful. ❞ it is said in somewhat offended tone ( as if something similar, absurdity, opinion of the mortals should upset her ), though oona's smile grew wider as an idea popped in her head. ❝ want to go on a coffee? or a cupcake? or a lunch? i will pay, also. ❞

‘ Picking half-eaten food from the ground. People will stare, whisper, and look at you like ye’re disgusting. ‘ Alannah didn’t mind teaching the other the ways of society, because she had so wished that someone had taught her the ways of being a banshee.

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             ❝ of course, i WILL. ❞ upon seeing the other deity's smile & hint of laugh, she plops next to him and for a mere second inspecting the people around. ❝ this place is COOL, i have to say. do other gods come here or is it just for the mortals? ❞ a question so simple yet said quietly in a case someone could overhear her.

             her smile & comment were infectious, as it caused his own lips to widen, teeth showing & a huff of a laugh to come from him.  usually gods were against each other, trying to prove how much more important or powerful they were.  she seemed different.    ❝   ——-  so long as you warn me when the apocalypse is nearing. ❞    

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        ❝ doing what exactly, duckling? ❞ a CONFUSED look is added along the question. oona didn't consider her behavior out of norm. people, mortals generally, acted a lot crazier. she observed that in her many years of existing.

Alannah opened her mouth to stay something but she quickly closed it seeing as through they both weren’t exactly human. 

‘ I would be careful doin’ that ‘round here. It isn’t exactly the social norm to others. ‘ 

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           ❝ i highly doubt that. ❞ was a quick response. indeed oona offers MONEY             for his shirt, nonetheless it is NOT the only way of payment she could offer.

MONEY as a form of CURRENCY was BORING, but apart from KNOWLEDGE,   it  was  the   only  one he had. the former was the only one people seemed to be INTERESTED in anyways. 

                             ❝ WHATEVER you can offer, i already HAVE. ❞ 

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                she is quick to cast one genuinely happy smile, ghosting gently nearer. the presence of other deities could always make her RELAXED, and she could freely talk about, whatever. 

                         ❝ well, TODAY i came for the booze, TOMORROW —— it might be the latter. ❞

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            ❝   oh, don’t tell me.   i think i can guess why you’re here.   it’s either for the booze, or to tear the world apart.   ——- am i close ?  ❞    he hated speaking with other deities as they usually brought up the fact that humans no longer had any faith in his breed of gods anymore.

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         the other's hostile reaction is IGNORED, merely hit her eardrums. she paid no attention at all and continued confidently. ❝ how much would you ask for? i seriously can give much more than you would have EXPECTED. ❞

he rarely  cares for OPINIONS that  aren’t his OWN ; but the PROSPECT of  his  possessions  potentially being SOLD ? that warrants an IMMEDIATE answer.

                               ❝ NO. why would i want to do that ? ❞ 

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             ❝ whoever said this place is fun, obviously needs to die. ❞ a little too harsh, but oona does not regret words launched off own mouth. ❝ -- by the way, nice shirt. care to sell it? ❞

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              ❝ the nerve! ❞ certain brunette is quick to bend down and snatch the half-eaten burger off ground with intention saving it for later. ❝ people like that deserves to starve, don't you think ? ❞

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okay, so my internet connection ( or whatever ) is so low it does not want to load my icons??? like, it loads text without any problems but once i add an icon, it was loading for a hour and still nothing.. i am so mad tbh!! sorry guys, i already have written starters but ugh iCONS:>

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                        This is the body's nurse; but since man's wit                         Found the art of cookery, to delight his sense,                         More bodies are consumed and kill'd with it                         Than with the sword, FAMINE, or pestilence.