It's so weird to see spectra described as timid since she's usually described as the opposite.
She noticed the girl staring at her, she seemed to look at her with awe.
"Hi, It's Spectra, Spectra Estora Lilac. I really like your name by the way. It flows nice." She smiled at Tess, trying to make sure she wasn't too awkward or stuttery. Usually she's mega flirty but with someone as beautiful as this she figured non of it would work and it would just annoy her. She fidgeted with her lighter nervously.
Mashka bent over Myra, her brown curls swinging over her shoulders. "Hey, are you okay?"
"What do you think." mumbled Myra not looking up.
Mashka shrunk back, rubbing her thumb against her clavicle, as she tended to do when nervous. "I… um… I think you're not feeling okay?"
(Note, she's been raised alone in an old mansion all her life and doesn't have many social skills.)
Myra sat up and glanced at Mashka, "Nah, I'm feeling great. Everything is just amazing. Thanks for your concern." She immediately felt bad for snapping at her when she was obviously trying to help. But she didn't apologize, instead she stuffed her hands in her pockets and scowled.
Mashka, stung, straightened and stepped back. Myra's words didn't ply with her tone or body language at all. What was this?
"I think I'll go find the kitchen," she said shakily, before scurrying off to find it.
(She doesn't understand sarcasm XD)
Myra cursed silently and followed her. Because if she sat in the library alone it would be boring.
Mashka hurried down the hallway towards the kitchen, then skidded to a stop when she saw the small knot of beings before her.
Oh.
Mashka had forgotten about the psychopaths. Eyeing them warily, she noticed that there were a few new ones and began to inch towards the kitchen entrance.
Peppermint turned her head as Mashka entered the room, and the girl clutched her doll to her chest. She removed the lollipop from her mouth, waving with the candy in her hand.
"I know you! You're from the library!"
The little girl's voice was light and airy, with a cheerful tone.
"Oh." Mashka took a step back and brushed her curls out of her face. "Um, yes. Hi."
She glanced around, looking for food.
It's so weird to see spectra described as timid since she's usually described as the opposite.
She noticed the girl staring at her, she seemed to look at her with awe.
"Hi, It's Spectra, Spectra Estora Lilac. I really like your name by the way. It flows nice." She smiled at Tess, trying to make sure she wasn't too awkward or stuttery. Usually she's mega flirty but with someone as beautiful as this she figured non of it would work and it would just annoy her. She fidgeted with her lighter nervously.
((ghfjg yeah, tess just assumes she's timid because she's just standing there and not coming up to her))
Tess smiled happily, moving off to the side away from Oleander to lean against a nearby wall. "Grazie. I gave it to myself. Didn't like my given name. I do, however, like yours. Never came across a Spectra before." She tilted her head to the side, sweeping her eyes up and down the girl's figure, and asked, "Where are you from? Just curious, and trying to figure out if there's a connection between all of us. Might help explain why we're here."
Aaidhsirhusbe she likes my name?! Spectra watched as she was approached by the beautiful goddess and tried to contain herself.
"Thanks for the compliment," she smiled at her, ling brightly. She watched as her eyes go up down and felt a little self conscious about her small body even though she had her sweatshirt over it.
"Honestly? I wouldn't be surprised if the person in charge of this wanted to kill me or torture me. I'm kinda a terrible person, I'm the daughter of the mafia of the bloodskulls a extremely violent gang and I have definitely done some deeds myself. I definitely have some fair share of enemies both from my parents and my own actions. I don't understand why they would want you though, your practically perfect." And it just slipped out, frick she cursed inwardly.
Myra peeked in just in time to hear about an extremely violent gang, and she noped herself out of there real quick.
Peppermint noticed Myra peeking inside, and decided to follow her, as the living room was starting to bore her. She stuck her lollipop back in her mouth, the candy significantly smaller. The girl followed quietly behind the other, her doll trailing behind her.
Myra found the bedroom she had first appeared in, it was empty so she stepped inside. When she turned to close the door she saw the little girl who had followed her. Poor kid, she must be confused. "You can come in if you want." Myra said awkwardly, holding the door open.
Mashka watched Myra and the little girl leave and stood awkwardly in the middle of the kitchen, unsure of what to do. There was no food out in the open; she would have to search for it, but she had no clue where to start. Was there a storage room? A pantry?
(Sweet! I'm just checking in, just in case. :D)
Maybe tomorrow I will introduce a new character and your character interact with my new character?))
(and no, they're not OP. They are just a human with a bow and arrow)
(Doesn't keep them from being OP but okay)
Oleander gave a lazy smile.
"Lady Theresa, dear, where are you from? You don't seem to be from my world, and whatever world has such lovely women as you, well…I do wish to travel there."
(they don't have crazy bullshit powers, and their aim is average)
Theresa seemed to perk up at the mention of the mafia, about to open her mouth and respond to Spectra, when Oleander spoke as well. She glanced over to him, her happy smile easily morphing into a slow smirk, then turned her body so that she could address both persons. "Well, it's a bit of a story. I'm from Earth, technically, and am the daughter of the head of a successful but low-profile crime organization. And a bitch." She shrugged at that, glossing over her mother's contribution to her genetics. "Hopped around families and a country, blah blah, trauma, blah blah blah, got whisked away by a hot princess that rejected me multiple times, yadda yadda." She twirled her wrist dismissively. "But that's not even the interesting part. My lineage is, kind of."
