#flamegauntlet

i /technically/ have a johann blog.... but i've not done anything with it.... :D;;

//hey..... my dude........... if you’re ever itching for some johann & director interactions.......................... hmu

flamegauntlet replied to your post “// do y’all ever think about how many good npcs would make gr8 rp...”

(I know and im crying)

Nervous energy courses through him and he feels lile he might spontaneously combust with the ring burning a hole in his jacket pocket.

He almost misses that Lup is directly addressing him and he jumps when she repeats his name, and drops a glass container of cotton swabs. Some God out thwre is taking pity on him, because the glass jar bounces softly off his shoe and clatters safely to the ground without cracking and a long, low sigh leaves him. “Sorry Lup I was uh…. thinking.” A nervous laugh leaves him, coupled with him rubbing the back of his neck.

Send me “Three Times Terrified” for my muse to confess three times they’ve been scared of your character.

The first - well, it wasn’t the Elf exactly -- rather, what she’d created. She remembered hearing about the gauntlet for the first time. The circles of glass that destroyed towns. She’d only been a little girl, then - and so she forgot. And then she remembered again. And then Gundren was right in front of her, spewing flame, and she felt the same childish terror grip her heart.

The second was two years later, or so. It was, in fact, the apocalypse. And Killian was convinced she’d never see anything scarier, and then Taako’s Umbrastaff  e r r u p t e d  , and there she was , phantasmal and resplendent , and Killian had never seen a lich before -- and there was fire, so much fire --

The third time... well. That was years past the day of story and song. Even further from her childhood. And she’d woken to a knock on the door, and left Carey, who’s scales were loosing their shine, sleeping. It was Lup. And all she said was “It’s time to go, Kill. I’m sorry.” And her stomach dropped, because her wife would wake up to be all alone-- 

send a symbol for a text // open 

     ✂ - worried text about the receiver

✧ [ text ] ; yo sis its getting late, do me a solid and text me when ur gonna be back from barrys plsssssssssssssssss, n get ready for this wine and dine!!! 30 garlic chicken babyyyyy✧ [ text ] ; i see u ignoring this lulu, dont sleep on this ur giving me aaaaaaall the goss✧ [ text ] ; …lup?✧ [ text ] ; Lup seriously please call me✧ [ text ] ; Pick up the phone, Lup, this isn’t funny✧ [ text ] ; Where are you???

    Hurley wasn’t someone who ‘relaxed’ easily. She was always trying to work, always trying to catch some perp, or just working on her battle wagon. For now though, it seemed, she was actually doing the previously mentioned activity. Relaxing. She wasn’t asleep, but her eyes were closed, life she was daydreaming.

You always had to be on top of the latest trend-- the cutting edge of adventuring. So, when Mabel Pines heard of a group of mysterious travellers, from another world, nonetheless-- well, she had to investigate.

Look for the Red Robes, and the Silver Ship

At least, that's what she heard. And managed to find, in a small clearing just outside the city. Rushed towards it, eager-- but, in her own excitement, tripped over her cowl. Looked up --

Oh, great. An incredibly beautiful elf lady.