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(Geneviera: im not being changed, im to prefect already sashays)
(me: that and I dont have the energy as I would have to change other minor details as well.)
(Geneviera: just let me have my god complex as of right now please)
(me: yessssss go girl, you're evil and malevolent and perfect!)
(Geneviera: thank you.)
(Me: Wave. I’m awake, after only an hour of proper sleep, chuckling)
(On’nyosh: Contented sigh. Ah yes, my beloved birthplace, the desert. There are a lot of circuses down there, and I mean a shit ton. Shrug)
(Me: Um… Let me know if I need to make more places)
(Me: I am energetic as hell for some reason)
( @The-Dyonisia, where are you?)
(Me: I just created a whole map from practically scratch in thirty minutes to an hour. Damn, I’m energetic right now, holy shit!)
(Me: What is going on right now? Did you drink 5 espressos or something?)
(Cayde: I would hesitate to perform such a task. How is it that a mortal did so before me?)
(Me: No way. What are you on, Serpentess? Crack? Meth? Speed? What are thy secrets? Also, that's plenty of places!)
(Cass: Sighs You guys are dumb…)
(Me: Lol. That's actually a good question though: what is your secret?)
(Cayde: It's obviously magic. What else could it be?)
(Me: Evil laugh. I’ll never tell!)
(Me: Honestly, if I sleep a really short night after many regular nights, like now, I get this way. No drugs, not even caffeine, glances over at the currently untouched cup of coffee on the table next to me, so yeah. Me and my doomed sleep cycle)
(On’nyosh: Taps Serpentess on the shoulder. You’re forgetting someone. I gave you my maps from my years of wandering. Don’t start taking credit away from me)
(Me: Feigned innocent look. I have no idea what you’re talking about. Stuffs a rolled map back into a pocket)
(Imma post my character soon, I deleted the sheet by accident last night)
(Okay. I made a map of sorts for the rp. It’s on the first post)
(Oof, that sucks @The-Dyonisia. Also, I've seen. What crazy imagination twist did you get?)
(also dont forget to add a couple village's—)
(Me: The advantages of having a rambling mind. I get some hellacious moments of inspiration sometimes. Big grin)
(Oh, yes, villages!)
(Me: Yeah… I get that.)
(Cayde: We're all crazy, that's what makes us sane! Grins like a mad scientist who got a ray gun in their bag of treats at Halloween)
(Me: What's happening?)
(Cass: Rolls eyes Pay more attention, Ashene.)
(excuse me while I go die because of cramps— if im not on much the rest of the day it's because im trying not to throw up.)
(Ah. That sucks. I hope they go away sooner rather than later!)
(Me: I added three villages)
(On’nyosh: Yes! Finally someone who understands! Grins at Cayden)
(Motren [Ibuprofen] and a hot shower works wonders for cramps, at least for me. If that’s what I think it is)
(Me: Okay. You seem to be very adept at language stuff.)
(Cayde: Hesitates at being adressed directly, again, without being insulted. Grins. I knew I'd find someone who knew what I meant eventually! Even if I don't know what I mean, because then the other person still understands what you mean, because they don't even know!)
(Me: I’m a living dictionary. Believe me, I have four massive dictionaries, and I occasionally read them like novels. And phonology is a fascination of mine, even though I’m in no way an expert. I also constantly make up names for people/places and a lot of my names are absolute tongue-twisters, so I have to have the pronunciation key anyway. Chuckling)
(On’nyosh: Grins as well. Exactly. Hence why it’s so fun being a jester, because only a select few people understand it, and it’s hysterical to see the confusion on other people’s faces!)
(Me: It’s shocking that On’nyosh and Cayden are now getting along)
(Me: Same! Here's a complicated one for ya: Ôśtüłvarñēhæ (OLSHT-oouohl-VAHR-NYE-hah) meaning, "One that appears as one thing one moment and another thing the next". It's one of my Changeling words that has so many more words in translation to English than it has in Changeling.)
(Cayde: Sure, it may be fun to be a jester. But being a Sorcerer jester would be so much better! You'd have double the excuses to be rude and funny!)
(Me: And same, lol.)
(Me: Ooh, fascinating. An imaginary pen and journal appears. Starts writing something like a scribe would)
(On’nyosh: Laughs. Indeed. And when you don’t have sorcery, magic items are just as fun. Grins slyly)
(Me: Are… are you really writing that entire word down?)
(Cayde: EXACTLY! He shouts this, obviously. He's also very loud when he wants to be. I knew you'd understand! Now, how do you feel about weird potions with unknown effects that might just end up doing nothing or vaporizing you immediately?)
(Me: … maybe. Sneaks into another room and shuts the door, continuing to write)
(On’nyosh: Hmm.. what about using said potions on unsuspecting people? Snickers)
(Me: Okay. Good luck getting it all down correctly! It took me a few tries to get it down perfect.)
(Cayde: You must be me, On'nyosh. Because you know that is exactly what I want to do! Let's go! Sneaks off to go to the kitchens)
(Me: Just make sure not to permanently kill anybody.)
(Cayde: Yeah, yeah, whatever.)
(Me: Lol)
(On’nyosh: Snickers, following Cayden. He proceeds to pickpocket him, taking his gold and a potion in the process, before sneaking down a different hall)
(Me: Shaking head. Typical)