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[hexappeal]

WHO: A bunch of magic lamers.
WHERE: Dunwich, Massachusetts.
WHEN: Friday, September 2nd through Sunday, September 4th.
WARNINGS: TBA. There's bound to be something.
SUMMARY: Herp derp.
FORMAT: Whatever you feel like!


Let's get it on.

■ Friday, September 2nd.
■ Saturday, September 3rd.
■ Sunday, September 4th.

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[livesarock]

[he grimaces, recoiling and drawing his hands to himself, waiting for the hurt to ebb before examining them again.

ugh. UGH.

snapping:] Except you keep doing this every other time.

[so now he'll just be more irritated. it's stupid to show your back to an enemy, but Zel's sensibilities in this regard can take a hike; he's gotta get out of here and find Terra. and Geddoe. gawdjeez.]

[pandablade.livejournal.com]

I have offered, but never have I offered with no strings, child.

None, and yet you wholly refuse this time as well.

Are you so terrified of finally being free of your curse?

[livesarock]

[he whirls around, scoffing.]

We're not talking about this, and I'm not taking your charity. You're the last person I'd trust with this.

Until your appointed time or whatever it is you're all wrapped up in, I've got nothing to say to you. Leave me be.

[RESUME STOMPING OFF.]

[pandablade.livejournal.com]

Very well.

Perhaps there are others who would accept my gifts. Perhaps others such as your dear one. [ That biting, bitter sting is back. He's so not fooling anyone. ]

[livesarock]

[he gets a whole eight feet before stopping at that!

...enough room for people to being mulling between them which kind of ruins the whole intense glare back-and-forth thing going on. but all the same.]

[pandablade.livejournal.com]

[ Hey Zel how long you want to stare into those glowing green eyes?

Obstructed by milling people? ]