This statement is a lie.
Loxare sat on the roof, stuffed full with pizza and thinking back on the few hours since they had returned. Based on what that one girl had been shouting, they had been gone for two days. Two days? Really? It didn't seem possible, but her cellphone calender confirmed it. Loxare was glad Krown had gone to comfort her though. Besides the mild hysterics, she had seemed like a nice girl. She pulled her phone back out of her pocket. When everyone had been watching the battle, Loxare had managed to snap a few pictures. They had all turned out indistinct and staticky though. She sighed. A few pictures would have done wonders to convince her that it wasn't a dream or mass hallucination. Although, that girl did mention that they had appeared out fo nowhere. And then there was Plums...Loxare had stopped by Plums' room after she had eaten, and he didn't look very good. Almost like a large group of people had done their best to beat the crap out of him. She had left the last of her cookies as an apology and climbed up here to think. Voices below her caught her attention and caused her to crawl to the edge of the roof. It was the girl and Soap. From their short conversation, her name was Chie Satonaka. What a nice name Loxare thought to herself. After a few minutes, Chie and Soap went inside. Loxare decided that would be a good thing to do as well and started the climb back down.
Hai guys shy guys! You don't like curly hair? ;-;
Hey guys! Sorry in advance if I'm not on much. Things are getting busy at school, what with IB exams coming up. I'll try to get on as much as I can, but no promises. That being said, today was lovely, until it snowed.
The female character from Pokemon Emerald wants to kill me. Alex Mercer from Prototype loves me. I shall not die this day!
"Good job guys!" Loxare said, exhilarated. She stuck both of her daggers back into her belt and relaxed. Slowly, the rush of victory ebbed away. "Now what?"
Loxare opened the kitchen door and gave the cafe a quick glance. "I don't see anyone. Here, I'll stir the chocolate, you keep lookout. It should be done cooking anyways."
Moshi! You changed you username! I like it! I personally think I suck at drawing, but everyone compliments me so...
I haz cold... ... ...and also pasta.
Curses. That is a good reason...
Loxare chuckled. "I don't get to see their faces, that's your job." She pulled her oven mitt off and set it down next to the stove. "Here, I can take that back now." She pulled another spoon from the drawer and dipped it into the chocolate, then popped it into her mouth. "Almost done." She threw the spoon into the sink behind her, not turning from the pot in front of her. "You can stay if you don't have anything to do." She remarked to Andrew.
Bumping again!
Hello my friends~! I have wonderful spaghetti and I'm not sharing unless it's for a good reason.
Well, it's better than how you just entered. Which was boring and out of character.
So is this going to happen or not?
Fix'd that for you.
Shocking. It's ok, only Daxa will know and she's the most harmless stalker ever. She will bring you tea!
Loxare laughed as she set the cake gently on the counter. "Thanks. I wouldn't really call it magic though. More like, knowing exactly what you're doing and when to do it. It's knowing that chocolate should never be left unattended for more than a minute or it burns. It's knowing exactly how a batter looks and when it's ready to go into the oven. It's knowing when to take a bit of creative liscence and experiment, and when to eave the recipe as is." She grabbed a spoon from the drawer and dipped it into the chocolate Andrew was stirring. "Another few minutes and it'll be perfect." She threw the spoon into the sink and continued, pulling her last cake out of the oven. "I suppose it could be a kind of magic though. There's nothing more special than watching a cake rise and having it turn out exactly as you had hoped it would."
I though it was defense that got decreased. That's what Claw's post said anyways.
