And I thought the blister stick was torture . . . . 

Sigh

First of all, how dare you?! Lol

Second of all, Cook is my bad ass Chief, I play the sword-loving Doctor Melody Reine

That reminds me though, I need to get my butt in gear and reply to the Cook/Reine collab with Altaira :3

Don't make me fly across the country to light the chili under your fuzzy butt!

Haha jkjkjk I've been missing our big kitty cat friend, can't wait!

P.S. after you post, I'll drop the gd novel of LK Pt. 4. I don't know if that is more or less motivation for you, but there it is 

Kith on the brain.

I was planning a doc post over the weekend, but Melody is so much more of an adult compared to Kith, it's been difficult switching mindsets.

That's just my very specific case though 

I enjoy experimenting! Haha so far she's been amazing, so I'm looking forward to learning more about her and the extent of her creepy cool powers

Great, I'm so ready

Uuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmm

Honestly, if it's been days I've just been hoping Kithy got her wish and pissed Davena off enough to torture her into insanity.
Good times.

Impressive!

EDIT: END: taunting the DM

Take a bow, sir.

Never mind, I don't want to weigh in anymore.

I can finally weigh in!

I say . . . stab everything.
But that's just me.

Isn't that who?

ISN'T THAT WHO?!

ALSO, A'NIA?! *hyperventilating*

More like dropped the mic.

That was bad ass, Brom! Get 'em!

There's always Discord 

I do love me some memes. The plethora of meme and/or pun groups I was a part of are some of what I miss most since I left the FB.

Ahhhh, but those were simpler times.

HEY stop trying to make sense of Kith's so-called "logic"!

And who needs to buy overpriced perfume when you've got the free fiddy discount?! See?! *sprays on poison perfume* Who's logical now?! *passes out*

Looking forward to Ara poking holes in Kithran's logic haha

I personally love the torture *nudges everyone else* RIGHT guys?

*coughs blood*

Huh, must have been all that . . . Grenadine I drank earlier.

*shake shake shake*

Do the happy healthy dance!

*shake shake shake*

Haha yes! Get it, Brom!

Just a Sunday shorty before bedtime.

Eol: Took some liberty in assuming we were going to flee, lemme know if Ch'dau would wanna try to eff ish up some more or anything and I can revise.

G'night friendos!

Kithran sat crouched at the foot of the puppet, poking its wooden sole with her new plain blade repeatedly and waiting for it to answer. A silence fell over the fragrant room for just a moment before a bowl suddenly crashed on the torso of the creature, breaking apart and dispersing a powder almost impossibly quick around them. The powder filled Kith’s lungs as she jumped back up. Her thoughts somehow felt heavy, and slow as she stood, and she reached out for Ch’dau for support as her eyes began to droop.

I am Morgana, the voice spoke out to them once more through the haze, and you are my prey.

Kith looked down at the immobile puppet, then to the veiled shopkeeper, standing in the direction from which the bowl had flown. She seemed unaffected by the dust as she watched their group in their hesitation. Her vision blurred briefly and she pat Ch’dau’s arm where she grasped it, croaking as her throat was thick with the powder, “We have to get out of here.”

Trusting the Kazari’s movements, she grasped the cloak about his shoulders with one hand, and Mosic’s collar with the other as the trio shot out of the door of apothecary in a plume of powered clouds. Kith’s legs felt as though they were being dragged through molasses as she followed the large silver cat, but she was able to suck in deep breaths of clean air out here, and by the time Ch’dau lead them into another alley, she felt confident in standing on her own again. She leaned against the wall, focusing on her breaths as her mind caught up to her, and listened as the others wondered at what that thing, that Morgana, was.

With a heavy breath the thief pushed herself off the wall, “That thing knows Aranwen. A few of Adedre’s minions might be nothing for her, but if our bladesinger is ambushed by one of those creatures,” she shrugged, “I don’t know, but we may be out a bladesinger. Let’s head to the garden. Hopefully she will meet us there shortly.” And if so I can ask her why the fuck she didn’t warn us we might have more than a demented necromancer on us.

Kith reached for a third time for a cloak that wasn’t about her shoulders and readjusted their course for the small garden they had agreed to meet the Sylvari woman, hoping she would be there for her to berate.

Thank you thank you both

What is the yield on this? I wanna make some chili, but I'm just cooking for myself--I'm cool with some leftovers, but if it makes more sense for me to half the recipe, I'll do that!

Noted, thank you Rer!

Just to confirm: 02.22 is . . . Sunday?

Just trying to remember for shift duties and such :3