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@coruscato
"Corey, I got a bone to pick with you—" She tried to give the man some peace and tranquility these days (Lord knows he needs it), but enough was enough. Eliza walked in shaking a set of speeding tickets in her hand.
"These cameras of yours are defective. When have I ever gone over the speed limit? Never! I think you're picking on me at this point." She placed the tickets on a table in front of him. "Make them disappear...." Pause. "Please."
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every single day that i am reminded of kyo is a good day. even if we joke about how cringe we were as teenagers and picking up textbooks and things NO teen should have in their library, i truly, genuinely, love and respect all the work you've put into kyo and understanding the history of the city itself. your writing and characterization is fantastic and it's an absolute joy to listen to you "rant" about details i never would've thought to look into <3 i can't wait to see more of what you do bro, cause it's ALWAYS killer
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@coruscato semi-planned starter for Edmund
“--so Arthur says to me, like....two months after he hired an assassin to break into his house and shoot him, that he’s restless again, and wants something like that to happen again.”
Gilbert has commandeered Edmund’s tea table to display a vast array of firearms and ammunition. Gilbert was doing quick work to organise, clean, and load several of them.
“...Marriage is off the table, of course, I guess two hundred years and countless wars fought together still isn’t enough commitment for him, but shooting him in the face is fair game.” He stopped. “Well, he did ask me to move to London and I haven’t committed to that yet, so I guess we’re at a stalemate there, but I digress--”
He’s starting to strap up now. “Do you think Liz would be upset if I shot him in public? I think she’s just started to see me as a member of the family, sort of. I wouldn’t want to do anything to shake that up.”
☝ + Using a phone
➤ LETTER RECEIVED !! >>> MEME. / ACCEPTING.
@coruscato
❛ Oh, using a phone for the first time was quite the experience. I remember cranking that handle to dial for the first time and being blown away by the fact that I could hear Reiner’s voice from the other end of the line despite the fact that we were nowhere near each other. That was in 1881, I believe... ❜
❛ The telephone was my second favorite invention of the 19th century, right after trains, of course. Like Gil said, nothing will quite compare to the first time you ever call someone on the phone and hear them talk back to you through the line. It was very strange, but fascinating. I’m pretty sure I racked up a long phone bill because I kept calling people --- Telephone calls were not cheap back then, ❜
@coruscato liked for a starter with Mott
Mott always suspected that if he’d had hair, it’d have all fallen out by now anyway. He needed a drink “Please tell me you’re not up to anything, your majesty,” he said lightly. “I can never tell, you always have that look about you. I tend to just assume.” He needed a drink.
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@coruscato -- plotted starter for eddie/georgie !!
Well, this wasn’t where Riley expected to end up. It had all began in the last village, when he’d spotted a familiar pair of figures in the tavern -- accompanied, of course, by a few disgruntled looking guards. Throughout his time spent traveling, he’d learned to despise guards such as these. Playing harmless pranks on them was quite amusing, but he’d been considering a prank that was more...creative than that for the two princes.
After all, how else was he expected to greet them than with some good-natured tomfoolery?
It was important that he’s not recognized. Of course, that was always Riley’s plan, but it was different when he was dealing with old friends. In his mind, the stakes were raised an alarming amount. Being recognized would, at the very least, lead to questions, and they wouldn’t be questions that he’d be keen on answering. Still...
Careful steps approached the party’s camp for the time being, which was only a few hours away from the next town, it seemed. In the early hours of the morning, Riley took extra precaution in rearranging the pebbles to create a shape resembling a fox around the group’s provisions. He grabbed an apple before slipping off to the brush.
@coruscato
It had been over a month since Ilienne had left her family village. Of course, no-one had known about her plans until she had actually disappeared, and she hoped that would win her an upper hand, but... but perhaps she was getting a little too paranoic.
Otherwise why would she stand there, dagger in her hand, ready to strike should need be?
“Who are you,” she said in a voice she hoped was firm and threatening, just like she wanted, “and what do you want here?” As she made a step forward, she tipped her chin up. “Show yourself!”
@coruscato It was quite possible that no other being on earth, aside from the creature itself, quite so embodied a drenched and angry cat so much as Roderich Schmelzer did at that very moment. Rain was one thing, this was an absolute deluge. No cross country offer for trade or renewed relations was worth this in his view. Standing under a shop awning, he stared irritably at the embassy building down the block. Being already entirely drenched with water dripping off his nose, he was unwilling to leave the moderate safety of his position. A low muttering of German swear words fell from him as he pulled out a pocket watch that was also wet. Sighing heavily, he shook his head. His shoulders were hunched and he looked as though he were on the verge of throwing the timepiece. The weather in London was never to his liking and he always ended up questioning why he ever let himself visit when a phone call could do.
