

Pentachiavel: Unexpected*We see Howl, Vann and Chessire in an open field. Vann is sitting solemnly under a tree, while Chessire and Howl are facing off against each other. His broadsword plunged into the earth next to him, Howl stared emotionlessly at Chessire. Raising his daggers and holding them before him defensively, Chessire swallowed a lump in his throat.*Pentachiavel: Unexpected
Chessire: So, are we going to start or what? *Howl sighs and closes his eyes, but before Chessire can react, he felt Howls sword against his neck, ready to draw blood.*
Howl: Rule one: never let your guard down.


Pentachiavel: Cold Methods*We see Rain running endlessly in a dark, empty void. Garbed in only her nightgown, the only sounds she heard were the slapping of her bare feet against the ground and her ragged breath coming out in short, sharp gasps.*Pentachiavel: Cold Methods
Rain: Where am I? What is this place? Why is it so cold?
*Desperately searching the darkness for any source of light, she suddenly bumped into an invisible wall. Falling onto her back with a thud, she stared up in shock at the impossibility before her.*
Rain: Vann? Chessire? *silence* 


Pentachiavel: No Pets Allowed*We see Vann and Chessire sitting in a room at an inn. Chessire is lounging around on the bed while Vann is staring blankly out the window. All of the sudden, Rain barges in with a bundle wrapped up in her arms and quickly slams the door behind her. Breathing heavily, she leans her back against the door and shuts her eyes tight.*Pentachiavel: No Pets Allowed
Chessire: What the hell?! What are you doin just bargin in like that?!
Rain: Shut up! I dont have time for your stupid questions! *Chessire is about to speak again, but she puts up a fin
Devious Comments
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Oh, Tobias! You Blow-hard!
BTW i am Arti_tj from NF
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It's Better to light a candle Than Curse the darkness - Amnesty International....
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Woof
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What do ye creative folk do on a boring day before kobayashi?
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Fruit loops are gay cheerios who are too afraid to come out.
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i have come to spread the word, and the word is panic.
I have thought of a great gift for the people of the world, shall i give them dispair
my naruto fan fics [link]
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i have come to spread the word, and the word is panic.
I have thought of a great gift for the people of the world, shall i give them dispair
my naruto fan fics [link]
I CNAT' SPLEL!
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"...children's souls are the inheritors of historical memory from previous generations." - Hayao Miyazaki
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"...children's souls are the inheritors of historical memory from previous generations." - Hayao Miyazaki
*is Joker's Wraith*
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