opening_act: (About arias and cinnamon)
opening_act ([personal profile] opening_act) wrote in [community profile] raqia_rp2014-09-26 04:34 pm

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Who: Exael, others
When: Day 5, Afternoon
Where: The Arena.
What: Game 3

[ Another day, another blast of the trumpets, another game.

Exael is there this time, in her human guise, standing in the center of the arena, and in the center of a giant circular mirror with a clock face painted on, that has been installed in the floor beneath her.

Both of the painted hands are currently pointed towards XII

Exael raises both her arms with a flourish and calls out as people enter: ]

Come one, come all! Take your positions, for soon the curtains will rise on our next act!

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blankasfreshlyfallen: (You shouldn't be here.)

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[personal profile] blankasfreshlyfallen 2014-09-28 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, I bet.

What happened in there?
patchedwork: (out into the cold;)

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[personal profile] patchedwork 2014-09-28 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ shrugggss. . . ]

Not much. We saw the sky. Like I said, we planted something and it killed everything in the garden.

What about with you?
blankasfreshlyfallen: (That's why I need to do this.)

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[personal profile] blankasfreshlyfallen 2014-09-28 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
Some kinda drugged food. It got a little rough.
patchedwork: (puppets on strings;)

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[personal profile] patchedwork 2014-09-28 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, man. Didn't your mother ever teach you not to take candy from strangers?
blankasfreshlyfallen: (Why can't Jim die this time?)

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[personal profile] blankasfreshlyfallen 2014-09-28 07:52 am (UTC)(link)
Uh huh. Cause motherly advice overcomes memory theft every time.
Edited 2014-09-28 07:55 (UTC)
patchedwork: (trumpets play sick lullabies;)

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[personal profile] patchedwork 2014-09-28 03:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ well I don't even have a mother so ]

[ shrugs ]

Some things are eternal, it's called common sense.
blankasfreshlyfallen: (Me? I'm the one who cut his head off.)

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[personal profile] blankasfreshlyfallen 2014-09-28 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey, they seemed all right.

How the hell were we supposed to know?
patchedwork: (her fragile face;)

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[personal profile] patchedwork 2014-09-29 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
Well, I dunno. Isn't weird food like, purple or something?
blankasfreshlyfallen: (I haven't earned this life... yet.)

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[personal profile] blankasfreshlyfallen 2014-09-29 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
If it'd been purple, you think we'd've had any?
patchedwork: (delicate dame;)

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[personal profile] patchedwork 2014-09-29 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe? I don't know, you eat. I don't. You tell me, would you have purple food?
blankasfreshlyfallen: (I hope there's some cake)

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[personal profile] blankasfreshlyfallen 2014-09-29 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
Wait. You don't eat?
patchedwork: (trumpets play sick lullabies;)

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[personal profile] patchedwork 2014-10-02 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
Did I mention I'm not human?
blankasfreshlyfallen: (Really? And when was that?)

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[personal profile] blankasfreshlyfallen 2014-10-03 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
Kinda forgot to mention that part.
patchedwork: (the lions roar;)

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[personal profile] patchedwork 2014-10-14 11:22 am (UTC)(link)
Well, now you know. Don't go spreading it around, or I'll run out of secrets.