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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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It can be like a pillow fort without the fort part. That's a great idea, sweetie. This is why I keep you around.
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And we're all sparkly and official now, with our rings.
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Down the stairs now, anyway.] See, appropriate celebratory measures have to be taken. We can't let an occasion like this go unremarked. It's extremely remarkable.
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She could do this in a cinch with telekinesis, but Willow is feeling like she did entirely enough magic today already, as evidenced by her current troll status. So she just snatches some pillows up and gets to it manually.]
Tell me if I do something egregiously wrong in the pile-making process, [she encourages.]
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[Oblivious to any thoughts that it's too squishy, it's not long before it's done, and she flops into it with a thump. It shifts the pile, but it stays mostly intact, and Willow looks supremely satisfied.]
Okay, get over here, cuddling now. And I'm sorry if I stab you with a horn or something, I keep forgetting they're there.
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You ought not to forget they're there. Horns are pretty sensitivve.
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Not that she necessarily wanted to do that right this second, but... she definitely wanted to store up the info for later if this was what he meant.] What kind of sensitive?
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Huh. Now that is just so weird. I like yours, to be honest; they look like lightning bolts.
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But yours are cute!
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I appreciate it. It gives me courage to fight off all your other alien suitors and stake my claim.
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