i honestly can't believe how impossibly gay i am
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(i want 2 b ur lady baby)
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i was wiping so many tears about sugar coming out. it gives me strength and i'm really happy for her ; w ; btw if u haven't seen the episode Mr. Greg, u have to man it has the best Pearl song and i'm still crying about it
i will be game just don't shoot me i just got these antlers
yeah rly it doesn't look like it everything is As It Should Be
and now . . . lol i pop into lurk every now and then but i haven't posted in Eons i thought i'd come say hi and also LONG LIVE KHV and all that :3c
well howdy i musta missed a big ol hootenanny around these parts
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LONG LIVE KHV.
MURYOU IS GOD
"Hello." Quin almost flinched and dashed a way like a scared tiny animal. When had she become so meek? "My name's Lexi. Sorry for just, sitting down and relaxing without looking around or meeting you before . . ." Quin shook her head, pushing away from the wall to come in full view. "It's fine. I'm Quintus, but you can call me Quin if you'd like." She was about to go over Lexi's appearance but a loud crash made her jump and she turned in the direction of the door. Goodness, what was that?! she thought, clutching at the fabric of her shirt. She tossed a look at Lexi to assure she'd heard it too and saw that her eyes were wide. Lexi mumbled to herself something Quin didn't catch, but all Quin could hear in her head was someone's roaring in the hallway about testosterone. If these were their neighbors, she felt like this might not be a wholly pleasant experience. "I hope they're not like that all the time." she sighed with a stony expression. Aside from that, she eyed the couch and wondered if she should join Lexi, but they would probably only sit in silence . . . Quin didn't have much to say, not to her anyway, and she also didn't want to say the wrong thing and get off on the wrong foot with her new roommate. How long would they have to room together? She bit her lip, making her way into the kitchen. The last meal she ate was at Devyn's house . . . Breakfast, on the river, where she realized Devyn did indeed try to kill her. How long had it been since then? She shivered. Peeking over the opened refrigerator door, "Are . . . you also from another game board?" she asked, almost afraid of the answer. How many were there? Just how many people fell victim to demons by being their toys?
He felt Heidi shift around again and was really about to ask if she was alright, but then her stomach growled and she sat up. He almost laughed at the timing. "Food is good." she told him. He agreed; when was the last time he ate? Food didn't seem so important in their last life. And, well, in this one, they'd literally just gotten here and it was the last thing on his mind. He watched as Heidi got to her feet and wondered where she was going—that Zeke guy still didn't know she was here. It was probably for the best for now; since he'd closed the door, he hadn't heard a peep from him. At least he was a pretty compliant dude for now. Heidi left for the bathroom and he rolled over onto his stomach, resting his chin on his arms. He thought about the voice in his head, before he woke up. That must've been the game master, the coordinator. What was their name again? Shaky? Shocker? Sherry? Shuffle? Something . . . A mysterious fairy, they called themselves—or herself? She said she was bored. Why them? Shudders said this was the "first channel," like they were on TV or something. Characters in a show, or in a book. They could be changed anytime she wanted them to be. He sighed and then rolled over one more time to sit up. If that Shank person could bring him back . . . What were the odds of the other players from Crestatia's game being here? He didn't want to get his hopes up. The bathroom door opened. "Harley," He looked up. "I found something." She made her way too him and his raised eyebrow and then showed him a bottle—a familiar one too. "It's my medicine." . . . That's right. He remembers it from when he busted her out of the hospital. He remembers how she needed it, how much she said it helped her. But it was here; who brought it he—who brought any of the things here? He couldn't help narrowing his eyes at it, then scrutinizing the room. "If it starts making you feel anything other than better, don't take it no more." he said, standing. "Should you take it with food? Let's get something to eat. I wonder if there's actually any food in the kitchen . . ."
Heidi was quiet for a little while. It gave Harley a little room to rest. Floating between consciousness and sleep, he felt her shifting around on the bed and vaguely wondered if she was restless. He wondered; what were they supposed to be doing here? It'd been a while, it felt like, and they had no instructions. No hints. Were they just supposed to live here now or something? Just live a second life, by their second chance? He had know idea where anyone else came from, but this was . . . almost too good to be true for him and Heidi. A second chance. "Did you win?" Harley paused. Did he win? No. Come to think of it, he doesn't even know what happened. They sorta just . . . stopped existing. He remembered . . . Talking to Madeline, being in the van, running away yet again, trying to get someplace safe (but he was honest: there was no safe place for them,) and then after that . . . Nothing. ". . . No." he finally answered. "I didn't. I don't know who did either." He just knew it wasn't him. A small part, such a small part, hoped it was Quin . . . After she disappeared with that Devyn chick, they never heard from her again. They assumed she killed her. But Quin didn't have what it took to win. She was too soft and thought things through too much. She didn't have it in her, especially not when someone like Madeline existed. He shifted to peek up at Heidi and almost thought about asking her what happened to her . . . He remembered escaping in the van to that secret base Vanille had, or whatever, and then after that . . . No. He didn't want to ask. If she asked if he won, then she didn't and she— He didn't want to think about it too much. He rolled over onto his back and groaned. "This is so depressing." he almost complained, playfully patting on Heidi's thigh. No, he didn't have time for being sad. He had to focus. They needed to survive. ". . . I'm hungry."
"Stay here." Heidi said to him, voice soft. Any lingering irritation melted with her tone. His eyes drooped close when she began running her fingers through his hair. He tried to think of something, but all his thoughts were turning to mush, tired as he was. "I want Harley to be happy too." Harley opened his eyes, looking up at her and not sure if he imagined that or not. She didn't say anything after it though, seemed to be focusing on something else, so he sighed and closed his eyes again. It was probably just a trick of his half-asleep mind. He nuzzled closer into her thigh. This was nice, he thought. All he'd done since he'd gotten here was be bitter and scrutinize everything and be tired and uncomfortable. But like this, with Heidi's fingers through his hair, and sharing the bed, it was like they were someplace they might call home. Someplace where they were safe from everything, like magic and demons and playing fields were just some joke in a sick adventure story. He didn't know how long it would last. Heidi seemed to be thinking the same thing. "Who's going to die first?" he heard, and this time, he knew it wasn't just in his head. He didn't reply to it though, he didn't know what to say. Not us is what he wanted to say, but how could he know that? How could he know that they weren't all under strict observation right now, seeing who'd be picked off. But it wouldn't be them, who could tell anything from how they were now? "I wouldn't think about it too much." he finally said. ". . . I wonder what the rest of this place is really like? We should do some exploring later." He wondered what would happen before then though.
Were she honest, the room unsettled her. There was something about it, all of her things being here, that felt so intrusive, as if someone might've taken a peek into her mind and pulled some of the most distant memories and placed them in this room. She sat at the edge of her bed, violin held guitar style, and plucked out a few notes. They rang clear and clean, just like they would've if she got it professionally tuned. She closed her eyes and plucked a few more notes, trying to ease her blood and brain, trying to be okay in this room, this apartment, this world. But she wasn't. She plucked too hard and the violin rang out a sour, angry note. She cringed at it and then sighed, setting it aside. The front door opened and Quin rushed to close her own, laying against the door and breathing hard. Ah, yes, that little detail had escaped her . . . A roommate . . . Somehow, she wished she could have occupied this apartment alone. She didn't want to meet anyone new, she only wanted to be alone and stay alone. But her innate and undying curiosity led her otherwise. After calming down, Quin opened the door quietly as she could and slowly poked her head out. There was no one in the hall, and the other bedroom's door was still closed. Soft music ghosted down the hall and she realized someone must've been watching TV in the living room. Heart rate rising, Quin pulled the door open more and winced when it creaked. She kept still in case she was heard, but then moved a few long moments later. She crept down the hall and then peered around the wall. A head of teal peeked out from over the top of the couch facing the television, and it seemed to be on some channel playing the music she heard. Quin bit her lip, pulling back a bit and assessing if she should greet her roommate or not. Not too far from the couch sat a case—and instrument's case, it looked like. Her roommate was someone who also played music? Perhaps they couldn't be . . . so bad then . . . With a head shake, she took a step back but accidentally bumped into the wall a little too loud before freezing in place.
Heidi told him she was fine, but he was starting to think otherwise. He didn't say anything though, a little to tired for it. "Harley," The way she said it made him pause and blink; she crawled closer and he stopped himself from leaning back or forward. "I don't wanna be a burden." She wasn't looking at him, and he blinked again. Where'd she get that idea from? He opened his mouth to reply, but then she spoke again. "Don't summon." Summon? The game master? He raised an eyebrow, understanding her sentiment but really, here as they were, he didn't know what else to do but wait. Was she scared of something? "I saw Altair—" Harley zoned out for a sec at that; he scrubbed his brain for a face with that name because there definitely was one, and it was definitely from the last game. If he was here, and she was here, and apparently Altair was here, who else was here? He thought of— But no. No time for that. If he got sidetracked, didn't focus on what was in front of him, he'd just lose again. "—girl you liked." He blinked again, wracking his brain. There was too much going on up there for any of it to make sense, to recall anything of what Heidi was talking about. He did like a girl before, he remembered. A girl with dark hair and pretty eyes, and the last thing he got from her? A text message, when he was with the other girl. Quin's girl. Harley sighed, resting back on his palms and tilting his head back. "Can't do anything if I don't see them." he told her flatly. "Until I see them, they're still dead. If you saw Altair? Fine, we can go find him. But the others . . . Let them find us. There's too much we—I don't know about to just go bouncing around right now." He finally laid back, nearly falling off the bed but scooting over until his head was near her thigh. She mumbled something, but he couldn't make out what it was. He was tired. "I like you and I don't want you to get sick of taking care of me." she said. He looked at her face even though she tried to hide it. He could take that one a few ways: she didn't want him to take care of her, she wanted him to go away, or she was worried about him. For any of them, he thought she was being kinda dumb, but he didn't say anything about that either. He placed his hand over one of her fists. "If you wanna stand on your own two feet, that's fine." he told her, squeezing. "But just because you think you're such a problem for someone else—namely, me—don't mean you actually are. I'll watch over you from a distance, if that's what you want." Whatever she wanted and what he wanted were probably different. He wanted to survive. Win. Take down anyone he had to for it. And now that she was with him, save her. If she wanted to save herself though, that was something he'd just have to keep a distant eye on. "Still, it doesn't answer my question." he eventually said, rolling on his side closer. "What do you want to do?" he asked. "If you want to go find him, Altair, you can. I'll go with you, if you want." He really didn't know what she wanted. He wondered what that Zeke kid was doing.
Harley snapped from his scrutinizing of Zack's hair when he replied. "It's Xane. Sorry for intruding." Oh right, Harley told himself, Xane. It wasn't that hard to remember but he was too distracted by hair the color of eggplant to care. Harley shrugged. "You're not intruding," he replied, "It's your room too, otherwise you wouldn't be here." He half wanted to ask about his hair, but he also wondered if he should tell him about Heidi. He didn't know if he would be uncomfortable with her here (not that he cared), but his main worry was if Heidi would be comfortable with him here. All he knew was that if he had to get rid of this guy for her, he would. He bit his lip in thought. Maybe when Xenon—Xane was settled in. "So, is there a room I can use in here?" Xane asked. Harley looked over his shoulder at the open door of the room he claimed for him and Heidi, the bigger one, and then the closed door before it. "The first door on the right is yours." he directed, "Second one's mine. I'unno your habits or whatever, but play nice and I will too. I won't touch your stuff if you don't touch mine. I won't go into your room if you don't go into mine." he explained, squaring up properly. "And I'unno how it works for you or whatever," he eyed down his body and back up, "but I won't be loud if you won't. We'll get along just swell." Yeah, he'd definitely tell Xavier about Heidi when he settled in. He hoped she wouldn't be uncomfortable. "Feel free to uh, look around I guess. I haven't seen much, but I'm tired." he said, looking around apartment. "Later." Harley turned on his heel and headed back to his room, closing the door behind him and sighing. Heidi sat at the head of the bed, resting against the wall. Harley frowned and sat down at the edge. "Are you alright?" he asked. "Our roommate probably won't bother us, seems real soft-spoken. I didn't . . . tell him about you because I didn't know how you'd react. Do you want to meet him? I'll take you, if you want. Or we could get some fresh air, whatever you wanna do." He looked around the room again, feeling more unsettled than comfortable, but this is what they were stuck with for now. His hair is purple. Honestly, what the hell.
When Heidi told him it felt safe, he stopped. Somehow, she was right; he was nervous and on guard, but he didn't feel like a noose was already strung around his neck . . . Not for now anyway. It wasn't home or where he wanted to be, but if they wanted to survive, they had to make the most of it. "Yeah." he agreed, finally slowing down to look around more. He watched her wander around a bit until she stopped at the stereo and the CDs. There was something, some weird feeling, like a vague familiarity that crept under his skin; the color of the walls, a lamp, the sheets . . . Everything felt like maybe he'd seen it before. Some of the things, anyway. "Are these the ones I got you?" Harley looked over his shoulder, setting his chin there, and Heidi was still looking at the CDs. An eyebrow raised, he began looking over her shoulder, watching as she flipped cover through cover. She set them down and moved aside, and then he picked them up to look. This was weird. "I think . . . No. They are the ones you bought me," he said, narrowing his eyes at them. Why would these be here? What's going on? His familiarity turned cold now, he didn't like any of this at all. The only explanation was that whoever the game master was, they did this. They made this world like this. "What do we do now?" she asked, and he put them all down as if they were a delicate time bomb. He shrugged. "I'unno . . . We don't have instructions. Seems like we should wait—or, if this is anything like the last game . . ." He looked away thoughtfully. "We could try and summon whoever the demon controlling this game is?" The ritual (if there was one) was probably different though. Harley plopped onto the bed next to her, shoes discarded. "I guess we wait." Just as he laid down though, there was a knock, then a click. He shot straight back up and threw Heidi a look. "Hello, anyone in here?" Didn't he sorta know that voice? "I have a key to this room, but it seems like the door was already unlocked." He groaned quietly. "Great, we got a roommate." He murmured for Heidi to stay there just in case and slowly made his way to the door of the bedroom. Peeking around the door, he caught a glimpse of purple hair—Who has purple hair? he thought, and then blinked because oh, now he knew who it probably was. Harley walked around the living room. "Zant, right? Or was it Zen? Xenon?" Something like that, anyway. "I guess you're our roommate. Anything weird happen on your way here?" His eyes traced the purple hair. Maybe it wasn't purple. Maybe it was like, mauve or something. But who used mauve hair dye?
