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hobbitholmes) wrote in
synthneon2020-01-05 04:51 pm
Entry tags:
Β· CALL ME OUT (WINTER) Β·
Β· winter 2020 Β·
The shadow pooling underneath me, as it follows on the ground.

β PICK A MUSE FROM HERE
β WRITE THE NAME IN THE SUBJECT
β SEPARATE SECTION FOR VOICE TESTING
β ___new cmo out in a few months

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So the blonde throws the fist, hitting the ruffian on the face and knocking him out cold. ]
Tried that. Never works.
[ With that last man finally out of his way, he quickly moves to leave the tavern β while he still can β and motions for Tiber to follow.
They emerge through the back door and into a dark, smelly, deserted alleyway. ] Didn't know you were in town. What's up, Darrowbane?
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He steps to the side in order to avoid the extra flying punches. ]
Did you ever tell them you were oh so sorry for the disturbances?
[ Hopefully not, because that'd be embarrassing and pathetic. Tiber would just avoid it all together. Because he avoids people. ]
The usual. Traveling, hearing the woes of the people, leaving shortly afterwards. I'm guessing you have more going on than pointless fighting in a bar.