IT'S OCTAVIUS , MARY.

"I beg your fucking pardon?"

"Due to personal reasons, I'm evil now."

"Actually all of my systems are nervous."

"You used to be shy, now you're a whore."

"I'm attracted to men but at what cost?"

"My wife can stab me a little bit I don't care."

"Babygirl there is something obviously wrong with your brain."

"I'm going to defeat you with the power of friendship, and this gun I found."

"Debates are stupid because why would I want to sit down and argue with someone blatantly dumber than me."

"Due to personal reasons, I will be going completely off the fucking rails."

"I'm a nice person but I'm about to start throwing rocks at people."

"Those are bold words for someone in stabbing range."

"Sorry I called you a fucking idiot, I was trying to flirt."

"I may seem like an angry person on the surface, but deep inside I'm actually angrier.

"Sorry, I couldn't hear you over my internal monologue."

"Sure I'm a little stupid, but that's like 80% of my charm!"

"Fuck therapy I'm becoming a knight."

"Hey, girl. Plagued by terrifying visions?"

"There's something deeply and fundamentally wrong with you. Can we kiss?"

"I may not be beautiful, but at least I know a lot of useless information."

"Conversations are a lot like teeth, you can only have so many."

"I hate when people ask me to explain my thought process. Like hell if I know."

"Well, well, well, if this isn't the feelings I've been trying to avoid."

"With all due respect, which is none."

"You call it a near-death experience, I call it a vibe check from God."

General Sentences, Vol. 21

(Assorted original sentences. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"You're such a romantic!"

"Can you leave me alone for five minutes please?"

"I take no joy in this."

"We've all got to move on."

"I know you need my help."

"What are you going to do with yourself today?"

"This place just isn't the same anymore."

"You are not thinking this through!"

"Do you have the day off tomorrow?"

"Are you still mad?"

"Do you remember the first time we met?"

"Why is it so hard to stay mad at you?"

"How badly are you hurt?"

"Is of this making sense to you?"

"I've never been so sure of anything in my life!"

"Am I going to die?"

"What freaks you out? You can tell me!"

"Smile for the camera!"

"What is it I'm supposed to have done?"

"I'm not quite as stupid as I look."

"Do you feel better after slapping me?"

"Fancy meeting you here!"

"I hate you!"

"I have the feeling that you're trying to tell me something."

"I've always wanted to know what you taste like."

"How long will this take to heal?"

"This isn't like you!"

"Is this you talking or him?"

"I did it. I told him about us."

"I know you will not disappoint me."

"I'm right and you know it."

"You broke your promise."

"Shoot him, but don't kill him."

"This is all your fault!"

"So this is what it feels like, huh?"

"If you plan on exposing me, then my only option will be to kill you."

"Do you need me to set you up on a date?"

"Does anyone know you're here?"

"Don't ever defy me again."

"OCTAVIUS!" Jedediah's hand lashes out of seemingly nowhere, grabbing him by the elbow and yanking him into the little hole in the wall he's wedged himself into, nose to nose and beaming. There's a look in his eye, a certain set to his expression that plainly communicates a bad idea on the horizon - and, naturally, not a hint of care towards the unusual circumstances the city has found itself in. Jed feels just fine, so why worry? "Just the man I wanted to see."

Of course he is. Octavius goes along with all of his ideas with only mild complaining. One gloved palm smacks excitedly against the Roman's breastplate, the other digging into his shoulder with an iron grip. See his visions, boy.

Any other time , the suggestion would be met with at least a bit of skepticism. There would be a voice in Octavius' head telling him to slow down a second , because he knows that there's a chance that Jedediah's idea will end up in disaster. This , however , is a little different. That voice never comes. Instead of his normal apprehension , the first thing he feels is excitement. And as orange mixes with maroon , that excitement just seems to build until it threatens to overflow.

he could lie and say he's doing this for the sake of his craft ; to write realistic characters, you have to know how people react to a variety of situations, after all. at the end of the day, however, will finds amusement in saying what he believes will cause the most interesting reaction, what will cause a blush, a clenched fist, an envious stare.

octavius, unlucky, raised his interest in inducing the first.

Octavius watches as the man leans back , eyes narrowing at the display. His gaze does fixate on the gap in the other's jacket for a moment before he looks away. Staring at a man's chest is a normal thing to do , which is exactly why he's not at all embarrassed by it. And the effortless smile that curls on the man's lips definitely isn't attractive , either. He's not going to let him slip by his defenses that easily. He still insinuated that he was small. That was a crime most unforgivable.

HAVING HIS AFFINITY FOR THE WEAVE STIFLED IN SUCH A MANNER is disconcerting, to say the least. To possess all the knowledge of a spell, to have all the means to cast it, and then find it fizzling out on your fingertips... to say Gale is displeased would be quite the understatement.

It hasn't been entirely taken from him. That's some small comfort. Though Mage Hand is neither the flashiest nor the most utilitarian of his spells, he wouldn't dare to complain about having been afforded this; and he refuses to let himself grow rusty ( what a harrowing thought ). The weather today is mild, nice enough to sit outside while keeping the mind sharp - between his light reading, he sends the spell out to fetch a thing or two. A shiny rock from across the street. The book he'd tossed carefully a couple feet away. He'd figured out quickly that he could only manage a few casts per day, so he's careful not to waste it, giving it just one more go as it retrieves a flower from a nearby hedge.

Stopping to smell the roses is important , people say. But now he's certain that saying has absolutely no merit. Not only have these flowers stopped him for long enough , they don't even smell that good. And just as he thought it couldn't get any worse , he's suddenly plucked from where he was standing. Great. His dignity is in jeopardy and his day is ruined.