[closed] hey get your knives out

[prozaic]

WHO: Shalem + others
WHERE: Mostly in the Gallows, but there's something happening in Mirth too.
WHEN: Event time!
WHAT: Shalem is in jail, then he's not. Then he needs to make some money.
WARNINGS: Shalem's Shadow amplifying his bloodlust, some PTSD, lots of poetic waxing about dark things. More tba

[ a catch-all for people i've plotted with. feel free to respond to my plotting comment if you'd like a thread! ]

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[prozaic]

Holding tails as we journey across the Tempest and the Shadowlands to our doors, hmm?

[shalem stuffs his phone into a pocket, and grabs leaks' wrist so they can finally get up and finish this mission.]

That sounds quite poetic. I never took you for such, Leaks.

[dissonyance]

[ yes, he would like to completely melt and disappear now. ]

It is simply another way that we can keep track of one another. To not get lost. Keeping our hands free is the best way to defend ourselves.

[ right? makes sense to him. ]

I am not... poetic.

[prozaic]

I would call you poetic. [he's a child of the stage, he knows what's poetic and what's not...!]

You think up of things that people would not expect from you, and there's some hint of... sentimentality to them.

Worry not. [he smiles, bright and happy.] I'm not going to bully you for it.

[dissonyance]

[ both of his ears go stiff, then immediately bend at the tips. ]

... please do not bully me for that.

[ leaks wouldn't know what to do. he can't possibly get angry at shalem. ]

[prozaic]

[shalem's tail wriggles as he tugs leaks up, up, stand with him.]

Of course not. I only reserve bullying for those who deserve it. For you... [he flashes a bit of fang in a rare expression of mischief.]

For you, I'll simply tease.

🎀

[dissonyance]

[ hmph. that fang. ]

I will accept that in lieu of anything that is... more than bullying, I suppose.

[ always be nice to the catte! ]