#scriptvoiid

A grand voice and swaying of red fabric might have been processed before the presence behind them was. An arm around Yi's shoulders, and a bright smile. Why, it was Elegy, of course !

" Managed to squeeze some time in to visit, then ? Rest assured, it won't be a waste of your time. When have I ever failed you ? "

[ hehe an elegy for you >:D ]

Yi had turned to see Elegy arrive, their smile growing a bit wider. It had been a battle to get out of work, but they had managed to worm themself out of the meetings and paperwork to visit an old friend.

“ Colonel. ” A quick call to snag his attention away, and they didn’t wait for a moment after they had it before they started talking again. “ I do hope you’re not busy with anything important. I need you for something that’s far more important than whatever the thing is that you’re doing. ”

They had a plan, and the leverage ( and acting skills ) to make it happen. The plan was already in motion. Perfect.

[ @scriptvoiid has arrived. definitely nothing suspicious at all. ]

@scriptvoiid (Definitely nothing suspicious at all)

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"Hm?"

When one lived in a tiny cottage with nothing of true value in it, you learned not to lock the door while you were working. William was back in the spare bedroom, with half the floor removed in his quest to put down a 'proper' floor. There was the distant sound of a door opening and closing, and a series of footsteps wandering here and there until the visitor finally found their destination.

"Wasn't expecting to see you today. I thought you had a... Something-or-other planned." Maybe it was cancelled, or maybe William forgot what day it was. It didn't matter! However, the order came with a raise of the soldier's eyebrows.

He lowered his head to the hole in the floor, then raised it to look back at Elegy.

Let Wilf Draw Your Muse! (Accepting!)

@scriptvoiid

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"See, this is why I gave Aster th' sticker!"

[ - Annus ( @scriptvoiid ) ! ( >:) hehe ) ]

@scriptvoiid

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"Wonderin' when ya were gonna upscale ta one of them fancy coffins."

she doesn't really belong here. among puffy skirts and crinolines and tall hats. though ellen marie has made a name for herself in the modeling industry, she still doesn't belong among stars like this. or at parties were caviar was served. caviar! that's about the fanciest food she can think of. receiving the compliment causes a blush to cross her cheeks. before arriving, ellen marie thought that her ensemble was a little too much. now she feels that it is nothing but rags as compared to all the extraordinary costumes around her. but she does notice catching a few stares as she walks past small groups of people.

( holds out a microphone ) Mr. Oliver, do you have a favourite flower ? do you prefer bow ties, ties, or none of the above ? what’s your favourite ice cream flavour ? do you have any special thoughts you’d like to share ?

@ship-status

Oliver looked up from his desk, brows raising with surprise. He smiled with his teeth, his heterochromic eyes crinkling like half moons. Oliver's pen fell to the side of the legal document he was working on as the man sat up a little straighter than he had been (his back thanks you greatly).

'well, hello! it is not often i get visitors, especially with how busy i have been, but i do not mind an interview.' The D.A. signed with practiced ease. He took a moment to ponder the questions, making an amused face at the microphone in his face. 'that is quite funny, my friend.' He joked with a grin.

'my favorite flower... ok... how about the bleeding hearts? those are the most interesting ones i know of. the favorite in my garden are the gardenias, though.' Oliver stood up and picked up a book in his bookshelf, flipping through the florilegium to show the bleeding heart flower.

'as for ties... bow ties, if i must have something like that on. often, though, i do not wear things like that. it irritates the scar on my throat.' The man tapped his throat gently. 'ice cream... is it boring to say chocolate? that, or strawberry.

'as for thoughts... i just want to say thank you to those of you that have stuck around, even with my and my curator's absences these past few months. we are more active on this little... mailing service, called Discord. my curator knows more about that.' Oliver chuckled silently, smiling bright as the summer sun. 'you can send them letters to get their Discord, but at least for a little while, we'll be around again. hopefully.'

@scriptvoiid whispered: “ let’s play a game. it’ll be fun. “ ( >:D )

Prompt

That voice has his shoulders tensing, a figure enveloped in red beckoning him to go down another rabbit hole once more. How he despises these games, sick of them, tired of the webs they weave. 

He doesn’t fully face the other just yet, not even offering a glance. Exhaustion and dread carefully being hidden behind this blank mask, hands folding behind his back. Sinking back into the role of the villian.

Instead, his fury shows itself in blue and red, clashing together as it silhouettes his form, threatening to snap apart. 

“I’m not in the mood to play your games,” There’s a bite to his words, ever dismissive. Not that he has much of a choice, what game did the hero want to play this time? What strings shall be pulled in the process upon this stage? Turning on his heel to fully face the Actor now.