SirenCymbaline

A moderately shaken Bleffles stood atop the staircase, where a large window overlooked a vast and intricate labyrinth, in a vaguely familiar alchemical pattern. Many parts of it where shielded ...

"Aheh. Heh. Yep, I love, I love mazes. They're the best." Bleffles muttered bewilderedly, not entirely there. She was still watching Griff to see if he would do anything. But ...

At least the others weren't scared. Theoretically, if the others weren't scared, maybe Bleffles could also be not scared. It was possible. It was conceivable. A thoroughly spooked Bleffles tried ...

"Ah, the besht way to make friendsh. Yer' sure to remember each other, when you make 'em like that. Eshpeshially the 'forgot to pretend die' part. Now thatssh sssstyle. -Alright, ...

Brian darted in and out of the flurry, materializing green throwing knives into his hands. He threw one into a filthy couch cushion, which exploded with a loud pop, spraying ...

"And Engel was from Prussia, too, and you still thought I was making it up." said Boris conceitedly, as he held his freshly spit covered hand out into the circle.

"Great. I'm not scared either!" Bleffles said, jokingly. It was very obviously untrue, but she hoped that the silliness of her statement might cheer Griffith up. She followed Adeline's suit, ...

"Oh, no, please... do that again." I breathed.

Damascus stole the lead, and though I could scarcely believe it, I found myself all too glad to let him take it. He had already impressed me by the speed ...

Bleffles looked up from her job to see Griffith looking very quiet, over by a pillar. She figured that if she had skeletal arms, she would be shy about them, ...

I vaguely noticed Raiden return, with Bo carrying a slumbering Kartiel. I was vaguely envious, but mainly delighted that I now had a greater audience. "Aegeash, wouldja lookit, lookit that? ...

Bleffles was a tad shocked by the spirit-y thing that Natasha was apparently soul frenemies with, but she felt as though it might be rude to ask about him. She ...

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However long it had been, Damascus picked up the dance astoundingly well. It was apparent from his furtive overhead glances and the stiff deliberacy of his early movements that he ...

I closed my eyes, and addressed the ceiling. "Heavenly Father, if thou doth dishapprove of my indulgenshe, shtrike me down now." I carelessly drawled. Then I waited about ten seconds, ...