forum Split Personality - 4/5 - OPEN!

Started April 28, 2019 by @bubblegum

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"Hey, you were there when I lost the other eye." Pandora commented without looking up. "I don't necessarily enjoy only having one."

"I don't necessarily enjoy watching you pop out your other eye," Brylie retorted.

"Maybe you wouldn't have to if you'd just shut up."

"Or you could just say your little motto without the theatrics," she suggested, never losing her cool tone.

"Practice what you preach, darling." The greenish tint of the room faded and Pandora got up to go to her room - a dark, emerald thing that smelled heavily of incense and candles and was filled with plants and vines overflowing from their pots and shelves of old, dusty books.
(I have to go now byeee)

(Bye!)
Brylie sighed and shifted so that she was sitting cross-legged on the floor.

Kasper was tinkering in her warehouse, she was working on a robot who would help her like an assistant, so fun stuff. She hummed happily, clapping her hands to the beat that only she could hear.

Grumbling to herself, Pandora stuck a finger into the soil of the gigantic plant pot in the middle of the room. Her bed was a woven disc hanging from the ceiling, and the plant's vines and flowers surrounded it like a curtain. This was Lillian's plant. Its spirit was connected to Lillian's by way of magic, so whenever the plant wasn't doing so well, Pandora knew something was wrong with Lillian, too. Luckily, the plant seemed to be fine, so she yanked a yellow, silk-bound grimoire from the shelf, inked in green with the symbol of the sun: a circle with a dot in the middle. The healing grimoire.

Brylie was bored out of her mind, so she decided to seek the company of Kasper. She stood and sheathed her katanas, then jogged over to Kasper's warehouse. She could her humming and clapping, and Brylie instantly knew that Kasper was in a good mood. She sought her out, wondering aimlessly and idly examining all of Kasper's things.

Kasper had heard Brylie enter, still humming she tinkered more. "Don't touch anything." She called out. "Most of it is wired to explode."

"As I've learned a while ago," Brylie said, wisely keeping her distance from all of Kasper's contraptions. She eventually found Kasper and came up behind her, making her footsteps louder than she normally made them so as to not get an explosive to the face.

Pandora flipped the pages, dust flying into her face each time. She stopped at a page labeled in swirling calligraphy:
"How to heal an incessant talker."
No, she thought to herself with a smile, not now, at least. She kept turning the pages until she came to the real one she wanted: This one was titled, "To heal sigil scars."