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towerofanimus2012-02-21 01:45 pm
guiltapalooza) wrote in towerofanimus2012-02-21 01:45 pm
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❝If you're out there trying to move on❞
Characters: Willow (guiltapalooza) and you! OPEN.
Setting: Floor 20, the one open to the outside.
Format: Action tags preferably, but I can prose if you wish!
Summary: Super duper backdated to sometime during the chocolates event last week, around Valentine's Day. Willow ate a peanut butter chocolate and... thinks she should be Aradia's older sister. This includes turning herself into a troll. On purpose. Whoops. (Note: she's only a troll for this post, nowhere else! Please excuse the icons!)
Warnings: Just obsessive stalkerness for Aradia.
[It was delicate work, and it'd taken her a while, but it was finally done. She was even the same blood color as her, which was a happy coincidence. Willow had eaten the chocolate and gotten a glance at Aradia earlier, but had felt too overwhelmed by her feelings to approach her right away. How was she supposed to talk to her unless she was right for her, first? She couldn't be her sister if she was human. Trolls didn't even have sisters.
Which was, honestly, a minor detail in her mind. Everything right now was centered around finding Aradia and showing her what she'd done, certain she'd be happy. There was also a minor footnote about how she had to give Eridan his ring, and oh, he'd probably be happy, too! His ring was all done and she was a troll now! They could be real matesprits. Willow couldn't figure out why that word had seemed funny to her before.
It was something Aradia had, so she, of course, had to have one, too. They both had matesprits. It was perfect.
She'd sought out the big empty space of the twentieth floor to do her spell, but now she's packed up all of her supplies and stuffed them in her messenger bag, and is making her way over to the stairs. She stops the first person she sees.]
Hey! [she says brightly, maybe too brightly, as if nothing is strange about her appearance at all.] Have you seen Aradia? I need to show her how perfect we are now. How alike.
guiltapalooza) and you! OPEN.Setting: Floor 20, the one open to the outside.
Format: Action tags preferably, but I can prose if you wish!
Summary: Super duper backdated to sometime during the chocolates event last week, around Valentine's Day. Willow ate a peanut butter chocolate and... thinks she should be Aradia's older sister. This includes turning herself into a troll. On purpose. Whoops. (Note: she's only a troll for this post, nowhere else! Please excuse the icons!)
Warnings: Just obsessive stalkerness for Aradia.
[It was delicate work, and it'd taken her a while, but it was finally done. She was even the same blood color as her, which was a happy coincidence. Willow had eaten the chocolate and gotten a glance at Aradia earlier, but had felt too overwhelmed by her feelings to approach her right away. How was she supposed to talk to her unless she was right for her, first? She couldn't be her sister if she was human. Trolls didn't even have sisters.
Which was, honestly, a minor detail in her mind. Everything right now was centered around finding Aradia and showing her what she'd done, certain she'd be happy. There was also a minor footnote about how she had to give Eridan his ring, and oh, he'd probably be happy, too! His ring was all done and she was a troll now! They could be real matesprits. Willow couldn't figure out why that word had seemed funny to her before.
It was something Aradia had, so she, of course, had to have one, too. They both had matesprits. It was perfect.
She'd sought out the big empty space of the twentieth floor to do her spell, but now she's packed up all of her supplies and stuffed them in her messenger bag, and is making her way over to the stairs. She stops the first person she sees.]
Hey! [she says brightly, maybe too brightly, as if nothing is strange about her appearance at all.] Have you seen Aradia? I need to show her how perfect we are now. How alike.
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I thought it was just... fish trolls and non-fish trolls. Uh, land trolls.
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... I'm gonna have to figure this out if I'm staying as a troll, won't I. [Okay, maybe pouting here a little.]
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Get with the program.
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[Her frown might be more like a pout.] But why?
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