"Some people see me a thousand year old vampire and ask 'what motivates you to keep going' and I answer 'Boredom so much boredom!" She said smacking her fist into her palm. "You don't know how boring reality is until you've done it all a hundred times. Don't even think I can go to space so like fuck, god. Maybe I'll become a pirate again."
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"Cowabummer, the moon's gone."
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“I for one breast boobily everywhere!” Stella says this with no sense of Irony, sarcasm or shame. Definitely no shame.
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“Her Seravin.” Lia said standing over the edge of the deck looking down at some tidal marshland in the distance.
“Sup cowgirl?” Seravin asked walking over holding a drink with a long complex bent straw in it. She took a sip.
“You ever wanna…. No. No, it’s a silly idea.”
“So was joining this ships crew, and I did it before you. Hit me.”
Lia formed a fist.
“Meta-phorically!” Seravin said hopping back her word panicked.
Lia laughed. “Ah. Don’t worry. But I was thinking. Um. Sometime. You wanna do a girls mud wrestling tournament?”
“That’s a stupid idea.” Seravin said back before offering Lia her drink. “We only have two girls. And you’d wrestle me into the mud a hundred times. It’d be a mud wrestling slaughter fest.”
Lia was a tad hurt, so she took the drink and began to suck hard on the straw, but she heard Seravin continue and she drank a bit slower a small smile breaking on her face. When Seravin faced her the pinkette wore a smirk on her face. “We gotta recruit a lot more girls. Also you need a handicap. Like five on one sounds…. Unfair in your favor but still.”
“Well maybe if the five were the last five in the tournament?”
“Oooh, a battle royale with a champion. I like it. I’ll need to practice.”
“Well, I mean…” Lia motioned to the mud. “I am an expert at it.”
Seravin glanced. “Two questions, what’s the dress code and why are you an expert?”
“Well my home was a swampy place. We tended to settle issues that we didn’t want to bring to armed conflict with some mud wrestling. Us cow girls were good at it. Just…. Nice to have a silly bit of home now and again.”
“If you break any bones I am instantly being declared a winner in any practice matches.”
“Deal.”
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"What?" solemnly asked the veteran witch.
"...Don't look at me like that, you dick-wad," she huffed, finding herself disgusted by the glimmer of light in their eye. "Just hurry up and blow on the candles already, so I can sleep."
Having arrived on the behalf on another, the objective for tonight was simple:
Deliver the cake, and wish their target a happy birthday
The latter part being infinitely more difficult than the former, simply because they are not her own words. Additionally, she was far more prone to celebrate her own birth than another's, so this event was just plain weird for her.
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“War crime? What’s a war crime. You can’t commit crime on your enemy in war silly. They’re trying to murder you. Murder them back.”
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Early morning smooches from Suki go crazy.
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"One human ran away screaming when they saw I had some strawberry sauce on my cheek. Come on... It doesn't even look that much like blood!"
Rumors are a powerful thing.
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"I have been told I am a bimbo.
I have looked into what a bimbo is. And, yeah. Sounds right. I can be one."
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"Why on earth would I bark for a woman."
Alberto chuckled. "Oh master, you really are a lovely fellow."
Edward shot a confused look at him. What the heck was he implying?
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“Come on, anyone wanna mud wrestle me? Anyone. Anyone at all?”
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"Go on, show off your handsome face."
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"God I remember when I had a werewolf boyfriend. All the girls are like 'damn that knot is hot'. And, to be fair, correct. But like when we fucked while he was in beast mode it was for hours and like his claws would scratch me and just pound me. I had marks for days, and while most girls would go 'I couldn't sit' I would proudly sit cause god, I wanted to prove I was a good fucking girl."
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Seravin glanced as she looked at who was on deck. Tryst, Serana, Lia, and Mimi. All the girls. As the ship bobbed in the water, while the men were... God knows where. As the ship rocked she watched all the girls and a question came to mind. "Girls, somewhat personal question, but you've all seen me topless."
"Several times." "Tons." "Yeah." "Why are you wearing a shirt now?"
"You don't have to rub it in. B-but anyways. Between us... How many pairs of underwear does this ship own? I have about... Five pairs of panties and two bra's right now. What's the count?"
"I... Don't own any bra's, eight pairs of panties at least." Lia started.
"I own four Bra's, and 14 pairs of underwear. The ship is a bit cramped, but I've found so many cute pairs in your... Missions." Tryst added.
"The fucks a bra." Serana chuckled. "No, I jest. But like the cow, I own jack. And... I have like what? Three pairs of panties technically. I think... You can try and count it that way."
"God we're a mess. I own no bra's. And... About ten pairs of underwear, give or take one or two. I think I gave one or two to tryst."
"Six bra's and..." She doubled checked her count. "A generous estimate of 40 pairs of underwear between the four of us. I... I don't like any underwear. But I see its uses. But god, we are messes."
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"Charm is a Forbidden Spell."
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(Paloran scrap: small open rp)
Eyeing up a hefty hunk of metal she had eyed in the distance she got out her staff and poked it gently. It smelled of odd fumes, like candle oil but worse in every way.
Behind it a stranger emerged. “Oh. Oh. Oh!” She said before running around the metal junk with valves and gears and pipes drooling black oil and tripping on some. She sighed and cautiously worked her way up. “Lemme guess. You’re not from palora and this thing is yours?” She asked. “Honestly? You can keep it.”
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