(@SkyeWalker: ah, she's falconer, it says so in her signature)
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse a persona che mai tornasse al mondo, questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo non tornò vivo alcun, s'i' odo il vero, senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.
Pissed-about her mace and Fortissimo chat on opposite sides of the meager campfire. They could roast fish and eat them. They choose not to, preferring to look mysterious to the other. As we all know, being uplit by flickering flames is very mysterious.
Totally-not-a-psychic is not only (totally not) skilled with the mind, but with tree-climbing as well. Please don't fall.
Mia got a boo-boo, and it oozes pus and other fluids. Ooooops. Mia has a concern.
BernieSonders rests their old bones.
Eagle One and reGina George also chat. Why aren't you killing each other? Where's the bloodshed? Where's the drama? Spectators boo.
Soap is slippery, and narrowly avoids death. Pastries can fight, apparently.
sherlock's-honhonhon is cold inside and out.
Discount-Jedi apparently forgot that she was supposed to not kill people. Her new name is Discount-Anakin. Moderator is bitter. Spicy™ time is no more. Not-the-Winchesters is obviously not the Winchesters, when the Winchesters die they come back. KaylaNi goes out with a bang. Meanwhile, Lemons squirts juice into the corpses' eyes. Serves them right. Cat-in-the-Hat grins, remembering the plans she discussed last night with KaylaNi. Lemongrass is dead meat. Er, plant. Leaf?
Darksilence is bitter about the lack of color in his life, and decides to steal Rainbows' instead. How you can steal color in the first place is a mystery. Ask Lois Lowry?
Foxy™ plays cleric while Peacock stares into the distance, thinking of her impending doom.
Morning is here, and apparently, so is attempted manslaughter. The norm.
Lemongrass and Pissed-about-her-mace faff about, looking for people to kill. Pissed-about-her-mace realizes she's never going to get her mace back. Pissed-about-her-mace has an existential crisis. The norm.
Foxy™ becomes Zesty™. Too much zest. Who sent this man a bomb?
reGina George and Rainbows discover the true meaning of friendship. They'll forget it by nightfall.
Eclair thinks wooden weapons will help her in her quest to not be murdered. You keep thinking that, Eclair.
Discount-Anakin is just as impulsive as normal Anakin. But impulsiveness can have benefits. Discount-Anakin found Rainbows' stolen colors! Take that, Lois!
Totally-not-a-psychic wants Rainbows' colors. Darksilence doesn't want to give them away. Shenanigans ensue.
Soap has stuff now. Rich people are easily manipulated. Hahaha.
Fortissimo helps sherlock's-honhonhon recover from things. What things? Things.
Cat-in-the-hat is hungry for fishies, in the proper cat fashion. Cats don't generally hunt with giant forks, though.
Peacock is healed, apparently.
Lemons' sour exploits have reached BernieSonders' ears. BernieSonders is horrified. BernieSonders hobble-runs away, bones creaking.
Giving me a bomb is the dumbest and most amusing idea ever enacted by anybody. So I applaud the sponsor.
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse a persona che mai tornasse al mondo, questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo non tornò vivo alcun, s'i' odo il vero, senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.
Eagle One is done with Darksilence in general. Poison is humane, right? RIGHT??
Discount-Anakin is an edgelord, as usual.
Cat-in-the-hat thinks that the people trying to kill her will help her. Worth a shot? I guess? If you die, blame yourself, though.
reGina George doesn't want to share. Fortissimo, Rainbows, and eclair are sad.
totally-not-a-psychic is infected with an infection. How unfortunate.
Pissed-about-her-mace questions her entire being. It's been four days, the mace isn't coming back. It's probably gone. The mace is gone. cue existential crisis and name change. Pissed-about-her-mace is now Confused™. Do I like the trademark symbol too much? Yes. Yes I do.
Lemons doesn't want to also be fended away from a fire, it would hurt their feelings.
That's fair. It's dark.
Lemongrass is the only person with an ounce of common sense, apparently.
Foxy™ and BernieSonders plot murders.
sherlock's-honhonhon doesn't want to kill. Mia craves death. It's Moderator pt 2. Oh boy.
Peacock... tries. Peacocks aren't really known for their beautiful songs.
Peacock doesn't know her way around yet somehow, after five days.
BernieSonders can't take it anymore. Dem old bones...
Soap and Mia both want to die, but Mia doesn't want to kill. What a dilemma...
Lemongrass is bad at this.
okay seriously how are you not dead yet you literally signed up and never came back I MEAN, Confused™ didn't know she was going to die, so she couldn't be grateful she wasn't killed.
Cat-in-the-Hat has delusions of once having a home.
Eclair can't eat herself, the rich say.
Lemons also thinks they once had a home. It smelled zesty.
Discount-Anakin is still a nice person, ish, despite having killed multiple people so far. totally-not-a-psychic is just glad she found someone to treat her infection, god knows she couldn't herself.
Foxy™ doesn't want Rainbows in his life.
Fortissimo thought after the campfire incident she'd be fine in reGina's eyes. Nope. Fortissimo narrowly escapes certain death.
Eagle One has common sense as well, I see. Good on you.
Two cannon shots can be heard in the distance.
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I do use she/her pronouns, so there's no worries xD (though I'm completely fine with they/them pronouns too ) The only person who specified they wanted they/them pronouns was @LaVida, I believe.
But half of us are going to die, you say?
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formerly bubblysprinkles/Bubbles Did you know, by the way, that the sparrow flies south for the winter?
Nope, my only team is me and improvised explosives, of course.
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse a persona che mai tornasse al mondo, questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo non tornò vivo alcun, s'i' odo il vero, senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.
Don't say you don't have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Helen Keller, Pasteur, Michaelangelo, Mother Teresa, Leonardo da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein. — H. Jackson Brown
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