| BLACK MAGIC WOMAAAAAN |
[Jul. 28th, 2011|04:15 am] |
[this is Eridan, sitting in a cheap metal foldout chair with his arms crossed over his chest. if you ask him, he's deep in a reconnaissance mission into enemy territory, noting their characteristics and tactics and general evil fakey fakeness. he's braving the enemy to learn their secrets. he's practically a hero of science and truth!!!
in reality, he's sitting in a cheap metal foldout chair because a certain Fakemage Pinkscarf ruthlessly dragged him out to a human loser magic show, and he's making up reasons why it's cool instead of the worst thing ever. oh look, the magician pulled a rabbit out of their hat, that is so dumb and useless and ridiculously unsanitary to boot why is he here.] |
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[ this is Rose. thoroughly enjoying herself. it's obvious by the fact that she's smirking. the magic is mediocre and not real. she knows real magic.
no, the reason she's enjoying herself is because it's paining Eridan to be here. which is why she'll be tilting her head at him, still smirking a smirk. ]
Having fun?
Fun is an awful loose sorta term for it.
[muttering. he huffs a huff, setting his feet on the back of the chair of the person in front of him.]
That manner a technique is so goddamn obwious about its fakery it's embarrassin'. Why do I gotta be here for this?
[reconnaissance reconnaissance reconnaissance]
Because I'd like to have company and you could learn from these tricks.
[ she shrugs her shoulder ]
You should relax. Enjoy yourself. | |
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