#jokesthatkill

☂ - sadness

SADNESS? What is sadness? She doesn’t cry, Rize’s never recalled feeling such a fickle thing–she forgets so easily the pain that makes a human heart such a fragile thing. Perhaps once she had shed tears like humans do, when she was much younger but now–now Rize feels no pain or sadness. All she does is finding it so amusing how tears come so willingly to peoples eyes… she wants to gouge them out and eat them. But perhaps more amusing than that is the misconception that people think Rize Kamishiro can feel sad.

♚ - a memory of something paranormal

It wasn’t unusual for one to take a break from daily camp duties, especially following a Risen attack. For Ricken, his free time was spent with his nose in a tome, absorbing as much information as he could. Occasionally, he would learn a twist to some previously learned spell, or learn a tiny spell with no particular use.

Though there was one time where he could not quite explained what had happened. A cup of water would normally be at his side as he studied and practiced his spells, and he would take sips from it throughout these sessions. He would notice that his cup would be nearing empty, and a mental note would be made to refill it after he finished the chapter. But when he finished, the glass would be full once again. 

"What in the world…?" Ricken’s brows furrowed as he stared at the cup. 

"Oh, I filled it for you," came a voice, seemingly out of thin air. 

This startled him, and Ricken snapped up his tome. "Who said that?"

"Ricken, it’s me!" 

The voice sounded vaguely familiar. Was this a ghost? A dead relative haunting him now that he was meddling with dark magic thanks to Henry and Tharja?

Divine retribution?

"St-stay back!" he had stammered, before hurrying off. 

Welcome to Hope’s Peak, Mr. Crow!

You will be roomed in apartment #109 with your new roommates Tharja and Stiles Stilinski. Don’t think about escaping the city because you never will, upupu!

atobe --> joseph --> tao (will be away so probably move on without) --> crea --> henry (editing reply atm, eight hold till he's done) --> eight--> juli

But the thing about that much weight charging at such a speed toward a point was that, well, no matter how agile you were, it was very hard to change direction or stop so suddenly.

It was with a smirk that Atobe bides his time, waiting until the right moment where he dodged to the side. That's the thing about tennis players, you'd learn, that their lateral movement was excellent. If they were worth their salt at least, which Atobe certainly was.

So give them blood, blood, gallons of the stuff!Give them all that they can drink and it will never be enough.