days until expulsion: 21 『 change the director's heart 』

&. why shouldn't he rename his lineup from gods of one game to gods of another game ... why shouldn't he ?

❝ oh, miss silva ! it's quite amusing— i've thought about this a bit before ! ❞ he rushes over with excitement painting a brilliant grin on his lips . ❝ i fair think you'd make an accomplished arcane trickster rogue ! you're peerless in escape, even when 'tis mine intent to keep up with you ... and you certainly have made a name for sneaking about the campus grounds ... ❞ // d&d assignment

there is a subtle tap against chin as navi head ponders the thought . visible eye flicks up &. down over her before he whirls about face &. digs into the box of forgotten theater costumes . pulled from it, &. subsequently thrown up &. over her, hung 'round shoulders, a long &. flowing black cloak . ❝ a cleric of the twilight domain mayhap ... with the darkness at thy beck &. call . you've certainly brought mine companions &. i no small amount of comfort here in the navi base . ❞ // d&d assignment

❝ i had fair prayed to happen 'pon you, in truth . here— but a moment of your time more ... ❞

❝ how kind of thee to ask— he's fair and well . if you wish, 'tis him over yonder . ❞ a gesture far to the right, where atticus rests on a nearby tagged tree . and then, in the next blink of an eye, he is gone into the underbrush . ❝ oh, his heart fair sings with excitement to see you ! ❞

there is a fond coo as navi boss' hands raise high, first to the great, purple king and gives him a firm pap - pap - pap on the cheeks . then he turns to blue queen, far larger than the nidoking to her left . ❝ oh, who are mine most dearest lord and lady duo ? who might it be ? mine favorite reptiles ? ❞ bahamut and tiamat, his dearly beloved reptiles ( they're almost lizards ) .

inquisitive &. muffled hum sounds as he feels a hand on head, craning neck to glance over shoulder . brows lift in surprise, &. with clothing pins pressed between lips, he needs to adjust them 'til they are held in place with teeth to speak up . ❝ matchstick . 'tis well &. good to see you again— forgive me, you've caught me at a most inopportune time ... i must make a few repairs to mine uniform . ❞ &. indeed, the hood is held in hands, detached from modified vest . ❝ i must beg of thee patience 'fore i can entertain anything you might have need of me for . ❞ // truth or dare

what a good attempt it is, too— foot drawn back behind as a means of bracing himself against impact . though ... this is mela, careening from a cliff . while the immediate impact is softened from his attempts, the momentum throws them both to the ground all the same . and in spite of it all, he lets out a bark of laughter, weakly returning the violent hug he's given . ❝ thy form and surprise lacks equal, my friend . ❞ he might be wheezing a bit between words .

godspeed and devils' luck, matchstick, he isn't going down with your ship .

❝ aye, you've the right of it thus far . ❞ accompanied with an affirmative nod . ❝ quite well, all things considered ... 'tis something of an experience, to roam these grounds again unabated ... ❞