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[scorpiospider]

[Prospero, the Dark Hour]

[As usual, the Dark Hour held Vriska hunting Shadows. But something was wrong. Her movements seemed looser than normal, and she overcorrected her steps far too often. Any hits she sustained didn't seem to faze her, and she giggled with each one]

[Though it would explain things if one was to look in her hand. A half bottle of rum swished in it, and she took another large swig before leaping into another pack of Shadows]

Hahahahahahahaha! This is awesome! Today is great!

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[scorpiospider]

Get your own. [Time for another swig!]

[hellburner]

I did, and then some horned spider monstrosity stole it.

[scorpiospider]

Oh. Oops. [Vriska took a bleary look at the bottle in her hand, trying to gage how much she would allow Rider to drink of her celebratory booze]

[hellburner]

I ain't dragging you home, kid. Better hope you can still walk later.

[scorpiospider]

If I can't, then I'll just get my matesprit to help me.

[hellburner]

Your who what now?

[scorpiospider]

My matesprit! We talked and he pities me fondly and we decided to make it red instead of ashen!

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[hellburner]

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[hellburner]

Huh?

[scorpiospider]

Issei! We were ashen but now we're red!

[hellburner]

Okay, you gotta explain the color thing to me again.

[scorpiospider]

Okay. So four quadrants. Red, matesprit. Pale, moirail. Black, kismesis. And ashen, auspitice. He was my auspitice but he started pitying me in a fond way instead of in a pale way so we flipped to red!

[hellburner]

[Her face when.]

[scorpiospider]

What? I explained it.

[hellburner]

You spouted a lot of crazy alien words and something about pity.

[scorpiospider]

Yeah. Matesprits and moirails pity each other! But when it's fond like you want to mate then it's red instead of pale.

[hellburner]

...So you're trying to get into the little goody-two-shoes' pants.

[scorpiospider]

Well we aren't pailing because he's all I'm too young and rules and shit. And it isn't Alternia so we don't have to or die.

[hellburner]

More words I don't understand.

[scorpiospider]

Oh come on! Pailing, mating, all that?

[hellburner]

What's a pail gotta do with it?

[scorpiospider]

What, you don't mix your genetic material in pails?

wow two in one thread this is a quality rp night

[hellburner]

. . .





Uh.



No.

[scorpiospider]

Weird. [Shrug]