@ElderGod-yellowqueen
(So what happens when we go into the Labyrinth?)
(So what happens when we go into the Labyrinth?)
(Well, maybe since the original destination was Tartarus. There could be an entrance…?)
//boo
(Oh, also, THEY MUST FIND MIHALA)
(HELO)
(Why did my dumbass have to take algebra in 7th grade so I would be in Precal in 10th??? Because I have no fucking clue what we're doing. Were solving and verifying trig identities and I have no fucking clue how to fucking do it! Screw math!!! Why do i need to know precal. I want to be a writer, not a math genius.)
(Good luck to your dreams and studies.)
(Why did my dumbass have to take algebra in 7th grade so I would be in Precal in 10th??? Because I have no fucking clue what we're doing. Were solving and verifying trig identities and I have no fucking clue how to fucking do it! Screw math!!! Why do i need to know precal. I want to be a writer, not a math genius.)
(I hope you figure out how to do that soon)
(I probably just failed that precal test.)
(That’s not good.)
(I hate maths)
(Same. And then I get to find out if I failed my chemistry test today. Our teacher makes us grade each others test so our peers get to know if we failed or not.. Yay……….)
//oh no, good luck!
(What's the point of that? Just letting my classmates know that I failed chemistry, because they definitely needed to know that.)
(rp?)
(What's the point of that? Just letting my classmates know that I failed chemistry, because they definitely needed to know that.)
(Yeah, exactly.)
(rp?)
(Please, I'm deprived XD)
(Okay so, going into the labyrinth right?)
(Yup)
Phoebe braced herself against the wall, eyes wide as she watched. "If I die, I want flowers, lost of flowers at my funeral. And doves, and butterflies. And I better be dressed in the best dress in my closet. I don't want to go to hell in rags." She spoke aloud.
"You'll be fine, Casanova," Ryker said, walking into the labyrinth. "I'll make sure of it,"
She snorted but followed. At one point, she would have argued against that, but given the recent circumstances, it was better to pretend he could protect her from everything. She limped beside him, looking around cautiously.
"How're you holding up?" Ryker asked, matching his pace with hers. He kept his sword ready.
"I'm hanging. You?" She asked, glancing at him.
He smiled a little and shrugged. "As good as you can be after your new girlfriend nearly died," he half-joked.
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