WeepingWisteria

It was a recording of the front counter. There was a long line of patrons winding beyond the counter and around the corner. Right by the counter was a giant ...

“I have no idea what the hell you’re saying.” Cyra glared at the passers-by until they flushed and stopped whispering. “Hatchets don’t fucking fly around like bloodthirsty pigeons.” They r

“Here you go! Have fun.” The woman walked out of the room, leaving the group behind. Vendetta sighed. “I really hope she doesn't snap out of it and and call ...

Cyra shook her head, exasperated. “Modified battle ax? How would you change it, make it out of diamond?” He shoved his hands deep in his pockets. “Clearly you don’t know ...

I’ve pretty much fleshed out our preseason, so I’m very excited to chuck us in head first. XD

Vendetta smiled. “Thank you!” TThey walked past the woman and into the security office. “What date are you looking for?” The woman took a sip of her coffee.

Cyra crossed all four of his arms, eyes narrowing at this person. “That can change if you prefer.” Two hatchets hung from xer hips right, tucked beneath the tails of ...

Vendetta sighed and approached the woman. "Hello!" The woman looked up. "Can I help you?" Vendetta gave her the puppy eyes. "Can you show me some of your security footage, ...

Name: Cyra Pronouns: Yes Age: 24 Appearance: Please also note the four arms. Personality: Cyra is known for being angry, violent, and generally a force of terror. Between the battle-ax ...

Vendetta shrugged. “Probably. How likely is it that they’ll just give them to us?” Khalil chuckled. “Not likely.”

The android tucked a screaming Tempest Briar under his? its? arm and walked off. The employee fixed the display and sat back at the counter, smiling to themself as the ...

Lavender stopped in front of an bookstore, spinning in front of the door. “A bookstore?” Vendetta leaned against the glass. “Maybe he was signing his own books.”

Dawn sighed. “Fiiiine!” Cody smiled at kept driving. Three hours later, they arrived in Houston. Lavender poked their tip out of the quiver, vibrating in excitement.

“That’s racist.” Tempest Briar huffed, and crossed his arms. The “android” picked Tempest Briar up by the shoulder, squeezing so hard she had to grit her teeth. “You don’t belong ...

He snickered. “You look like you can plan a workhouse over a cuppa. Absolutely smashing.” The door opened, three rather large metal beasts walked in. The employee perked. “Those two ...