Theresa stared directly at Oleander in challenge as she tipped her head back and downed a few gulps without even so much as blinking. Sated for the time being, she handed the bottle back to him and flippantly stated, "It takes a helluva lot to get me drunk. For reasons."
((wtf i just left for a walk))
(IKR? I'm still confused. XD)
"A tongue of gold and a liver of steel," Oleander commented. He was starting to like this Theresa. She reminded him of Titania, before he had turned her to stone. "Two excellent traits to have."
"More like a core of fire," she replied, holding out her hand and letting a small flame hover above her palm. Tess tilted her head and twirled the baby flame between her fingers, watching it dance. "You might as well know now: I'm the host of a sun dragon's spirit. Jaci's power is shared between us. I can call on her whenever I wish, use her body whenever I wish, and we can also switch control whenever we wish. She typically gives me free rein, however, and just sits back to watch. It has its perks and annoyances."
(I love how everyone here is being so salty and then there's Mashka, asleep on the couch XD)
Oleander was barely phased.
"Interesting," he said. "Lady Theresa, my dear, intrigue me more and more whenever you speak."
Tess flashed Oleander a grin and snuffed out the fire with a flick of her fingers. "I am to entertain," she purred. "I will say, your control of your magic is worthy of an applause. It wouldn't have taken much for you to snap that girl's neck with the way you were going."
Basil thought he had woken up from a strange dream. Cold and alienated while everyone was staring at him. He thought he'd heard whispers, yet not a word was heard. It was more like a nightmare perhaps, but he couldn't compare it to…this. To him, being around others while feeling alone is better than being lost. Could anything be more stranger than this? Maybe, maybe not; being lost does scare him too.
Funny, he thought to himself while biting his lip. While glancing around, Basil placed his hand over his chest while standing up. His head was running around faster than his heart. "Que faire maintenant…", he whispered to himself.
"Ange.", he called to the pink rabbit plushie,"What are we going to do now?" A sigh left his soft-pink lips while holding the plushie. Basil got another glimpse of his surroundings before walking in a direction. He must find something sooner or later.
The mist in the kitchen was growing thicker now, chilly and damp. It already was in foot-high drifts on the living room floor. It looked almost as though someone had set down an enormous block of dry ice.
She kept drinking the fire whiskey from the bottle
(Coming in with a new character to add to the general confusion.)
A woman entered the room, because its just not crowded enough already. She had green hair in a long braid, and was armed to the teeth with visible weapon. She was clutching a violin and bow as if she was willing to smack someone with those as well. She spoke in a language that none of them are going to understand, but you can probably figure out what she meant.
"I love your hair!" Britney said, wishing her hair was cool like that girl's hair.
Peregrine snorted at the new woman's arrival. "Who let Roronoa grow his hair out," she muttered, fingers drumming on her sword's hilt.
(Hullo? Anyone? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?)
(Hullo? Anyone? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?)
(You watched Ferris Bueller? Me too!)
(Hullo? Anyone? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?)
(You watched Ferris Bueller? Me too!)
(Who hasn't? XD)
(Hullo? Anyone? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?)
(You watched Ferris Bueller? Me too!)
(Who hasn't? XD)
(It's my dad's favourite movie, so I've seen it like a hundred times)
(Hullo? Anyone? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?)
(You watched Ferris Bueller? Me too!)
(Who hasn't? XD)
(It's my dad's favourite movie, so I've seen it like a hundred times)
(Ah.)
(Shall we get back to RP'ing?)
(Hullo? Anyone? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?)
(You watched Ferris Bueller? Me too!)
(Who hasn't? XD)
(It's my dad's favourite movie, so I've seen it like a hundred times)
(Ah.)
(Shall we get back to RP'ing?)
(Sure!)
(Hullo? Anyone? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?)
(You watched Ferris Bueller? Me too!)
(Who hasn't? XD)
(It's my dad's favourite movie, so I've seen it like a hundred times)
(Ah.)
(Shall we get back to RP'ing?)(Sure!)
(I think we're waiting for @bagel to reply though)
(Hullo? Anyone? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?)
(You watched Ferris Bueller? Me too!)
(Who hasn't? XD)
(It's my dad's favourite movie, so I've seen it like a hundred times)
(Ah.)
(Shall we get back to RP'ing?)(Sure!)
(I think we're waiting for @bagel to reply though)
(Aye true. But there are other beings too.)
(Hullo? Anyone? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?)
(You watched Ferris Bueller? Me too!)
(Who hasn't? XD)
(It's my dad's favourite movie, so I've seen it like a hundred times)
(Ah.)
(Shall we get back to RP'ing?)(Sure!)
(I think we're waiting for @bagel to reply though)
(Aye true. But there are other beings too.)
(Maybe Mashka could wake up and them and Britney could interact some?)
(Hullo? Anyone? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?)
(You watched Ferris Bueller? Me too!)
(Who hasn't? XD)
(It's my dad's favourite movie, so I've seen it like a hundred times)
(Ah.)
(Shall we get back to RP'ing?)(Sure!)
(I think we're waiting for @bagel to reply though)
(Aye true. But there are other beings too.)
(Maybe Mashka could wake up and them and Britney could interact some?)
(Well I was sort of waiting for everyone to notice that there is mist everywhere…)
Britney noticed there was mist everywhere.
"What the-"
(Wait where did Vozreal go?)
(To take a bath)
"Why is there mist?" Britney asked
(Oh.)
Mashka stirred in her sleep; the mist still emanated from around her, but not as thickly. The whole living room was cloaked in its hazy grey, which was spilling into the kitchen, flowing around everyone's ankles.
She noticed this.
"Hey, Mashka?" She said, poking her lightly
Mashka stirred again, her brown curls cascading over her shimmering white skin. Her emerald eyes opened halfway, then flew open when she saw the mist. Sitting up, she combed a hand through her hair distractedly.
"Oh, good Mairel," she muttered. "Did I do that?"
'I think so… What did you dream about? How did you create the mist?"