hunting | (no subject)

[You feel a tug, insistent, demanding and desperate. Powerful enough that it seems it intends to rip you out of existence itself. And there is sensation of a barely restrained exasperated breath echoing in your ears you're taking too long, idiot...

Then it suddenly stops, the halted motion launching you face-first into a giving surface.]

[OOC: Please join #vampireheart. All healing abilities off. Combat abilities and items on.]

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From:

hunting

"Killing you would be boring."

From:

tocatchafallingapple

And what do you think of our conversation?

From:

hunting

"It's making me reconsider."

From:

tocatchafallingapple

That killing me would be interesting?

From:

hunting

"Hmmm."

From:

tocatchafallingapple

Hmm, indeed.

From:

hunting

[No response.]

From:

tocatchafallingapple

That's an answer I'm going to get the hard way, isn't it?

From:

hunting

[No response.]

From:

tocatchafallingapple

[ bending down to pick up the box. again ]

From:

hunting

[It is picked up!]

From:

tocatchafallingapple

[ just gonna walk back to the closet ]

From:

hunting

[You do that.]

From:

tocatchafallingapple

[ openning that door ]

From:

hunting

[Closet is the same as before, with uniform and all.]

From:

tocatchafallingapple

[ since I didn't touch the uniform before, I'm doing that now ]

From:

hunting

[It looks like someone's recently sewn up the tear in the uniform, not the greatest job but fair. A thin vine of thorns wraps around the uniform's waist.

You feel an overwhelming sense of love and conflict when you touch the uniform.]