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 Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2018 4:25 pm
 Ｃ Ｅ Ｒ Ｅ Ｓxxx Ｃ Ａ Ｌ Ｉ Ｓ Ｔ Ｏ ❀ The Protective Dryad ❀ Dryad Form: ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ The drunken man was about to harass Ceres some more, but just before she was about to punch his lights out, Drizyrr sneaked in and saved the day! Of course, seeing a damn blade was brought up to his neck, the man quickly froze up and began to sweat nervously. " A-Alright, man! I'm s-sorry...! I won't harass you again...! " He was literally shaking in his boots, and his friend who was at the table said nothing and just averted the Drow's gaze. He didn't want to get stabbed by a poisoned dagger over a girl! Once the man that was harassing Ceres was let go, the two of them quickly ran out, not taking another single look at them. The Dryad knew she could count on him! Especially at work. " Thanks for stopping by, Drizzy-Dear! How was work? " Ceres asked as she quickly got up from her seat and gave him, essentially, a bear hug. She missed him sooo much! Afterwards, she gave him a quick smooch before she had taken notice of his clothes. " You look good! This might be the first time I've seen you without all the buckles and buttons~ " The Drow really did clean up nicely. It might've been a little slow, but it seemed like he was adjusting to his new life here in Soleil pretty well. She was glad! She knew it must've not been easy, especially since he had to get used to different technology and other things now. Since Drizyrr finally had arrived, it was time to eat! Ceres honestly hadn't eaten much all day, surprisingly. She was cutting back on her sweets over the past two weeks and even dropped a few pounds. She was still curvy, however, but the extra pudge that bothered her went away. Now getting into her jeans were easier than ever! ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅
☆ mood: Happy !xxx☆ company: Drizzy-Dearxxx☆ house: 1118 Etoilexxx☆ ooc:
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2018 6:49 pm
 "Night never ending
The weapons we bring are our souls
You know, You know
You know what it means to feel real
So rise up, claim the sky
We fight, We fight
Night never ending.”Drizyrr ♞ Zaulyl Once the man looked as if he was about to soil himself, Drizyrr removed the knife and shoved him away. He waited a moment, making sure that the men had actually gone away before he relaxed a little. He smiled as she called him by her little pet name for him, he had never had a positive one before, it made him feel special and loved. Of course that smile temporarily went away as Ceres began crushing his spine into a single mass, but at least she made up for it with a kiss. "Sorry I'm late, love. I'd like to say it was because it took too long getting dressed up, but actually I got a little lost." There was no way in hell he was going to admit that he had found the right area, but he had such a hard time reading the signs that he hadn't been sure which building it was. And he definitely wasn't late, he just wasn't as early as he liked to be. "I hope you haven't had to wait too long for me?" He noticed how eager she was to sit down and eat, even though this place didn't have much in the way of food. It made him glad though he would never let on. Recently she had gotten this strange notion that she needed to lose weight. Something about not caring for how her belly looked when she sat. He was of the opinion that if anything, the belly could have been added to. If she felt it necessary, he wouldn't debate it with her, but he had been subtly trying to convince her otherwise. "Oh work was just work, nothing particularly exciting." That wasn't true at all. Some idiot had been playing with wands and nearly gotten Drizyrr killed. Fortunately an associate who worked there defended him and got the person to put the wand down. But he didn't want to worry her about stuff like that."Long was the hour for the valiant knight that would ne'er be sick or slain
Lonely the bower in the candle light with neither kith nor kin
Storm clouds over the full moon raced, as he swung to the dapple grey
And man and horse to the westward faced on the eve of an All Saints' Day.
He's laid his hand on his hunting horn and with his dying breath
Has blown a blast to the blazing morn that would rouse the angel of death
High in the cusp of the starry night he heard his grey hawk mew
As out of the misty morning light his ghostly greyhounds flew.
Waillee waillee my noble lord who wakes me from my rest
There's none can heal the wounds of time that lie bloody on your breast" Funds: $360
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2018 12:41 pm
Ｃ Ｅ Ｒ Ｅ Ｓxxx Ｃ Ａ Ｌ Ｉ Ｓ Ｔ Ｏ ❀ The Protective Dryad ❀ Dryad Form: ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ " Oh, don't worry about being late. As long as you showed up, then I'm fine. " Ceres was honestly just glad she was able to see him for once. Even though it hadn't been too long, it felt like forever to her. Maybe she was really attached to him now? As Drizyrr started talking about his job, the woman began looking through the menu. There weren't many food choices, but if they were going to have a couple drinks, she couldn't do it on an empty stomach. That was just asking for a bad time, at least for her. Ceres didn't have too high of a tolerance for alcohol when she hadn't eaten anything. " Well, even though nothing special happened at work, at least your boss let you start selling those herbal remedies! That's good. " The Dryad was proud that he decided to start doing a small bit of sales on his own. It gave him a bit more extra cash in his wallet, so she wouldn't have worry about him going hungry.
As soon as Drizyrr took a seat, she scooted over with the menu and looked at him curiously. " Did you eat anything today? This place doesn't have much, but it should be fine for a small dinner. See? " Her index finger glided along the words on the smooth page of the small menu. They had small, but substantial, things like burgers, chicken fingers and etc. Even though there were few choices, Ceres still managed to find a hard time trying to pick out what she wanted. If she weren't on her diet, she'd get one of everything, but she'd have to settle for one... Sad. The Dryad gave a small pout before nudging the Drow gently with her elbow. " Hey, what should I get? I can't decide... " ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅
☆ mood: Hungryxxx☆ company: Drizzy-Dearxxx☆ house: 1118 Etoilexxx☆ ooc: twisted
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2018 2:25 pm
"Night never ending
The weapons we bring are our souls
You know, You know
You know what it means to feel real
So rise up, claim the sky
We fight, We fight
Night never ending.”Drizyrr ♞ Zaulyl Of course he would show up. The only reason he would have for ditching was leading a threat away from her, or if he were dead or dying somewhere. Even mortally wounded, if the threat was gone and he could still move, he would find his way back to her. It was adorable how happy she was that he had started up a side enterprise. It really didn't do much, but it was a little extra. He wondered though if she liked the ambition or the income? He couldn't see her liking either for their own sake, but if they were a solution to a problem... Even as she was just looking at the menu, he could hear her stomach rumbling. The diet had to be hard on her, as opposite as it was to her nature. He wished he had a wand of dispel diet, but alas it was something he would have to work on through more mundane means. He wrapped an arm around her when she scooted closer, and looked down at the menu she presented. It was so many words! But maybe if he just read the bigger ones he would be fine. He could read, but he was like a young child, having to sound everything out. It made reading take so long it was rarely worth it. "I ate a little today, but not much. Stomach wasn't quite right for most of the day. But I'm fine now." He was working diligently at deciding the menu, but it was hard work and soon enough she asked him to make a decision for her. If he kept going to the "randomly pick one" approach, she would start to get suspicious. He had to think of something else. "Ceres, I've been in this universe less than a month. I don't know what half of this is, and since when have chickens had fingers? How about you pick whatever you want, and we'll split it?" If he was lucky, he had just accomplished two goals, though his purse would suffer for it."Long was the hour for the valiant knight that would ne'er be sick or slain
Lonely the bower in the candle light with neither kith nor kin
Storm clouds over the full moon raced, as he swung to the dapple grey
And man and horse to the westward faced on the eve of an All Saints' Day.
He's laid his hand on his hunting horn and with his dying breath
Has blown a blast to the blazing morn that would rouse the angel of death
High in the cusp of the starry night he heard his grey hawk mew
As out of the misty morning light his ghostly greyhounds flew.
Waillee waillee my noble lord who wakes me from my rest
There's none can heal the wounds of time that lie bloody on your breast" Funds: $360Relationship: Courting
Mood: Nervous
Pain: ☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎
Ooc: crisis averted...maybe...
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2018 9:39 pm
Ｃ Ｅ Ｒ Ｅ Ｓxxx Ｃ Ａ Ｌ Ｉ Ｓ Ｔ Ｏ ❀ The Protective Dryad ❀ Dryad Form: ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Something seemed... off about Drizyrr... It seemed as though everything she tried to get him to choose, whether it was from the cookbook, or the menu, he seemed to get nervous. For a slight second, her eyes narrowed slightly as she was trying to theorize the reasoning for his apprehensiveness. What would be the reason? Was he afraid that he'd pick something unpleasant out? He should know by now that she wasn't a picky eater, so that couldn't be it.. Her mind began to wonder and think up of different possibilities until he finally mentioned how he had only been in this new world for a mere few weeks. " Ohhh! That explains it then. " The woman chuckled for a second before she pinched his cheeks playfully. " For a second, I thought you worried about picking out something nasty. Also, I thought the same thing when I first came across chicken fingers. I thought that maybe they had some mutant chickens with hands instead of wings, but it turns out just to be plain old strips of chicken meat. Less freaky to think about. " Since the topic of chicken fingers came up, that's what she was going to settle for. Ceres went ahead and told their order to the bartender, as well as just a couple of beers for the two of them. Apparently, chicken and beer were a good match... at least that's what she's heard others say.
" Is your stomach still hurting after...that happened a couple weeks ago..? " Ceres couldn't help but think about the black ooze that randomly came about when she tried to alleviate his stomach problems when he was hungover. Ever since then, she had been pretty cautious of using her powers too much. Even if he had reassured her multiple times, she still felt guilty. It was probably known at this point that she was always hard on herself. Wait, no! No bad thoughts! She shook her head for a second until the bartender slid over two large, chilled mugs of beer their way. Without any hesitation, Ceres practically chugged down half of the amber colored beverage just to clear her mind out. This was their first date in weeks! She wanted it to be a good time. ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅
☆ mood: Hungryxxx☆ company: Drizzy-Dearxxx☆ house: 1118 Etoilexxx☆ ooc: ...for now....
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2018 11:24 pm
"Night never ending
The weapons we bring are our souls
You know, You know
You know what it means to feel real
So rise up, claim the sky
We fight, We fight
Night never ending.”Drizyrr ♞ Zaulyl It felt like his early days of soldiering, sitting at camp in the twilight, knowing that as soon as night fell, they would move out and attack. The same mixture of dread, nerves, and excitement were all there. He knew she was on to him, but how much had she guessed? He knew she wouldn't hold back if she thought she had the right idea, and so he mentally prepared himself for when she revealed his shame. To his great fortune, his explanation had worked, and she went with the theory that it was all too alien. That was true, but it wasn't the main reason. He would tell her at some point, he hated feeling like he was lying to her, but at the same time he hated to seem like an idiot in her eyes. "I know better than that. You would try most anything, and have a wide variety of tastes. Besides, if I really did pick something you didn't like, you would tell me, right? I would hate to make the same mistake several times. And if there are no fingers involved, why include it in the name? It's like a belt of giant's strength that doesn't provide strength." The poor bartender felt like he had been sent to another planet, but he was too afraid of the drow to do anything about it. He was thankful when they finally came up with an order, and he could go back and work on it. Drizyrr had found out what other things she had been interested in and ordered them too, "so I can try the things you like and see if we both like them."He sighed when she brought up the ooze again, even if not by name. He had tried to reassure her time and time again that it was fine, but she was very sensitive about potentially hurting people. "No, nothing like that. Honestly it just sort of hurts from time to time, ever since my ex-mother-in-law tried to fix it. She helped me recover from an incredibly bad injury, but I don't think everything was patched up and put back in properly. Been dealing with it for centuries now." He smirked just a little. If she kept the rate she was going, she would be smashed soon. He was going to nurse his, someone needed to stay sober."Long was the hour for the valiant knight that would ne'er be sick or slain
Lonely the bower in the candle light with neither kith nor kin
Storm clouds over the full moon raced, as he swung to the dapple grey
And man and horse to the westward faced on the eve of an All Saints' Day.
He's laid his hand on his hunting horn and with his dying breath
Has blown a blast to the blazing morn that would rouse the angel of death
High in the cusp of the starry night he heard his grey hawk mew
As out of the misty morning light his ghostly greyhounds flew.
Waillee waillee my noble lord who wakes me from my rest
There's none can heal the wounds of time that lie bloody on your breast" Funds: $360
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2018 12:29 am
Ｃ Ｅ Ｒ Ｅ Ｓxxx Ｃ Ａ Ｌ Ｉ Ｓ Ｔ Ｏ ❀ The Protective Dryad ❀ Dryad Form: ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Everything about Drizyrr's old world seemed so foreign to her. She couldn't even begin to imagine the things he had to go through with his ex-wives and ex-in-laws. To her, it seemed horrible! From what he had described to her before, it seemed like his well-being nor his feelings were truly cared about. He was a simple disposable man - she didn't like that. Great, now her thoughts went even more south... Ceres eventually finished off her beer, still feeling pretty okay. She wasn't anywhere near tipsy, so she figured she could order another drink. One more couldn't hurt, right? Maybe something a little stronger, too. This time she settled for a simple Rum and Coke. Of course, the bartender was happy to oblige. He didn't want to get shanked with Drizyrr's poisoned dagger! A happy Dryad meant a happy Drow, right? Ceres wasn't necessarily a light-weight, when she had food in her stomach, but she also didn't have a super high tolerance for alcohol. After a few more drinks, the food finally came, but at this point, Ceres really might've been tipsy, at least.
" Ahhh~ Finally the fingers of chickens! " Her cheeks were slightly flushed and her words were kind of slurred, but she was still audibly clear in her voice. Grabbing one of the fresh chicken fingers, she brought it up to Drizyrr's mouth and grinned brightly. " Say 'ahhhh', Drizzy-Dear~ It's good, I swear! " The meal should've been enough for the two of them, and hopefully enough to sober Ceres up, but who knew? Her tolerance for alcohol varied from circumstance to circumstance. She was either just going to be tipsy for the night or completely wasted. Once the Drow took the first bite, the tipsy woman went ahead and did the same, practically wiggling in her seat in pure joyl Food made her feel so good, but alas, she had a diet to follow. Of course, today was a cheat day, so a couple chicken fingers wouldn't hurt. ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅
☆ mood: Hungry / Tipsy??xxx☆ company: Drizzy-Dearxxx☆ house: 1118 Etoilexxx☆ ooc:
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2018 1:47 am
"Night never ending
The weapons we bring are our souls
You know, You know
You know what it means to feel real
So rise up, claim the sky
We fight, We fight
Night never ending.”Drizyrr ♞ Zaulyl She downed drink after drink, meanwhile he was only on his second one. She was looking a bit flushed and swaying slightly, but she was about to be getting food to absorb it. He sort of hated himself for what he was doing, but his motives were pure. "Another drink for the young lady, please. Whatever the specialty is." The bartender began working on a drink that wasn't even on the menu. It turned out to be bright blue and have a fruity taste, but it was loaded. "Last time we went drinking, you had to take care of me the whole time, and things went in interesting ways. Well, it's your cheat day and I owe you one. Let's lose ourselves tonight. Of course, I'll stay a little sober, so I can make sure we get home alright." He took a bite of the chicken finger that was shoved in his face. It was good, a different flavor from what he was expecting. A few of those would definitely be going into his belly. "Those are pretty good, though they don't taste like fingers at all." No, he had never eaten a finger before, but he was just messing with her. Seeing how excited she was while eating resolved him. This diet was pointless, and he would prove it to her. He would make her happy and bring back the pudge.
Soon the rest of their order came out: a burger, nachos, fries, and fried pickles. His purse was crying, but he was genuinely interested in trying everything. He kept the food in the middle, but he was only taking little bits of each, the rest went to her. He had quite a bit planned out now, so long as she was agreeable to his suggestions, and whatever evidence made it home, he would be sure to discreetly eliminate it. His goal would be to undo as much of the diet's damage as possible while giving her as few hints as possible that she had majorly splurged."Long was the hour for the valiant knight that would ne'er be sick or slain
Lonely the bower in the candle light with neither kith nor kin
Storm clouds over the full moon raced, as he swung to the dapple grey
And man and horse to the westward faced on the eve of an All Saints' Day.
He's laid his hand on his hunting horn and with his dying breath
Has blown a blast to the blazing morn that would rouse the angel of death
High in the cusp of the starry night he heard his grey hawk mew
As out of the misty morning light his ghostly greyhounds flew.
Waillee waillee my noble lord who wakes me from my rest
There's none can heal the wounds of time that lie bloody on your breast" Funds: $360
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2018 11:17 am
Ｃ Ｅ Ｒ Ｅ Ｓxxx Ｃ Ａ Ｌ Ｉ Ｓ Ｔ Ｏ ❀ The Protective Dryad ❀ Dryad Form: ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Ceres was honestly going to hold back the drinking until she had eaten more food, but since Drizyrr seemed okay with going all out for the night, she just went along with it, drinking the blue concoction that the bartender mixed up. It was fruity, but boy was it strong! She could feel the burning as the liquid traveled its way down her throat, but it didn't bother her too much at this point. " Wait...You know what fingers taste like? " Her eyes then glanced down at his hand that had the two stubbed fingers. He didn't... She thought that she was the curious one when it came to finding new food options. " Drizzy! Why would you eat your own fingers? Don't eat the rest of them. " He wouldn't eat his own fingers. Sober Ceres would've known that, but Drunk Ceres had a different train of thought that she was riding on. Maybe he had gotten deserted somewhere during battle and the only thing he had to eat was his own two fingers? Well, as the saying goes, "desperate times call for desperate measures." Although, eating your own fingers and not the fingers of someone else seems a bit too desperate.
Man, whatever alcohol that was mixed in the drink was really making her feel warm and a little loopy. She had to eat some more. Ceres had stuck to the chicken fingers until she saw even more food be brought up to them. Did he really eat that much? The Dryad knew she could on her own, but she was a bit weary to eat like the true beast she was out in public. Apparently eating an immense amount of food wasn't "lady-like". Whatever reasonable thoughts that were left of Sober Ceres were telling her to just eat the chicken strips and nothing more, but the Drunk version was in control of her stomach, and her stomach wanted more. Even as she was eating, it grumbled once more longing for the food that was placed between them. Everything just looked soooo good... Ceres eventually looked up at the Drow like a hungry dog before they moved their attention onto the plate of nachos. It was kind of her drunk way of getting permission. ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅
☆ mood: Definitely Drunkxxx☆ company: Drizzy-Dearxxx☆ house: 1118 Etoilexxx☆ ooc:
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2018 2:34 pm
"Night never ending
The weapons we bring are our souls
You know, You know
You know what it means to feel real
So rise up, claim the sky
We fight, We fight
Night never ending.”Drizyrr ♞ Zaulyl So that was where her mind went. It kind of made him sound awesome, or crazy, but definitely not someone you would mess with. Still, it was her, so he didn't want to leave her with any misconceptions. "I almost had to eat this one," he said, pointing to the stubbed ring finger, "but on a whim she decided cutting it off would suffice. That was ex-wife number five." The bartender visibly grew paler as he accidentally heard the story. No wonder the guy was so scary, with ex-wives like that, you had to be a murderer, and he had five of them? Where did he find such crazies? "Fingers aren't worth the effort. Too little meat to bone ratio. And before you ask, no, I've never eaten anyone, though there were occasions that made us pretty tempted. But we always chose dirt and stones before that." Just thinking about how starved they had been at times, made him instantly grab for a little more food. He never wanted to go back to that feeling. Now the bartender was fascinated. Who was this epic man who had lived through so much? He kinda wanted to hear more, but he really didn't want to get caught snooping.
Now that things were settling in, Drizyrr allowed himself to relax a little more and get another drink. He and Ceres both knew his tolerance was disconcertingly high, so several beers wasn't going to make much of a difference to him, except maybe get him feeling a little loose. Ceres on the other hand seemed to be quite drunk. He could imagine her way back when, sipping on ambrosia or wine or whatever it was they drank, frolicking in the woods all together. It seemed like such a happy life. He heard her stomach rumble like rolling thunder, as if she hadn't eaten a thing in days. Now he was wondering what he had unleashed, but he would not go back on his intent. "Go ahead, I got them for us to share, and I think it won't be long until I'm full on food. Alcohol only afterwards. And we wouldn't want to waste any of it." He didn't care so much about food, it was essential to life, and he would not begrudge it, but he did not relish it so much. Except for fruit. Fruit was a gift from some benevolent deity and he secretly coveted it. Alcohol, at least, could soothe frayed nerves and bring rest to the restless. He had a certain amount of respect for it."Long was the hour for the valiant knight that would ne'er be sick or slain
Lonely the bower in the candle light with neither kith nor kin
Storm clouds over the full moon raced, as he swung to the dapple grey
And man and horse to the westward faced on the eve of an All Saints' Day.
He's laid his hand on his hunting horn and with his dying breath
Has blown a blast to the blazing morn that would rouse the angel of death
High in the cusp of the starry night he heard his grey hawk mew
As out of the misty morning light his ghostly greyhounds flew.
Waillee waillee my noble lord who wakes me from my rest
There's none can heal the wounds of time that lie bloody on your breast" Funds: $360Relationship: Courting
Mood: Highly Amused
Pain: ☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎
Ooc: He's not in danger of losing any more fingers, is he?
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2018 11:33 pm
Ｃ Ｅ Ｒ Ｅ Ｓxxx Ｃ Ａ Ｌ Ｉ Ｓ Ｔ Ｏ ❀ The Protective Dryad ❀ Dryad Form: ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Well that was a relief. Ceres really thought that he literally ate his fingers. But one question popped up: did ex-wife #5 eat it? Her mind was too fogged up from the multiple drinks to even think about it, so she just chose not to dwell on it. " Ohhh, I wonder if there's a way to replace the missing ones, but with chicken fingers? " Okay, now her imagination was running wild like a 5 year old kid. Of course there was no way to fuse chicken fingers to his hands! Besides, that idea was silly. Chicken fingers wouldn't have much structural integrity and wouldn't be able to bend like normal fingers do. Once she was given permission to eat the other foods, the Dryad wasted no time. She popped a couple of fries into her mouth while also managing to get a couple nacho chips in there as well. If this was space, Ceres would definitely be a big black hole, inhaling everything that was near her. Food tasted so much better when she was drunk, for some reason. Maybe because all of her focus on everything else around her was at an all time low. Food was important at the moment, especially for a stomach that has been deprived of everything delicious and non-nutritional!
" Whaat? You're almost full? Maybe the crazy magic lady shrunk you're stomach or something when she was putting it back in. We can trade! " Over time, Ceres ate up more and more food until she felt too stuffed to eat. Being drunk and over-stuffed was not a good feeling at all. Seeing how sick she was looking, the bartender slid over an empty ice bucket in case she needed to purge. ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅
☆ mood: Definitely Drunkxxx☆ company: Drizzy-Dearxxx☆ house: 1118 Etoilexxx☆ ooc: As long as his fingers don't look like nachos lol
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2018 12:30 am
"Night never ending
The weapons we bring are our souls
You know, You know
You know what it means to feel real
So rise up, claim the sky
We fight, We fight
Night never ending.”Drizyrr ♞ Zaulyl Drunk Ceres was definitely a sight to behold. Her mind wandered all over the place, even in directions it shouldn't have been possible to go. It sort of made him curious about what it was like in her mind, but also a little scared. "Would never work, you would bite them off all of the time. I would need something you don't like, like fire or termites or something." Not that those were even remotely good options, but at least he wouldn't have to worry about her eating them off of him. There were times when he had thought about getting something to replace the missing parts, but it never seemed worthwhile. They weren't the most important fingers he had, and they weren't completely gone, so they could still do a little holding. Biggest issue was people staring and commenting. That was decidedly annoying. Also, he wouldn't be able to wear a wedding ring properly, but what did that really matter? As soon as he had said she could have the rest of the food, she dove in. The way she practically inhaled what she ate, it wasn't entirely unfamiliar to him, again, when the army he was with had been besieged as they were besieging, and the whole thing turned into a war of attrition, and food had become very scarce for the ill-prepared drow. Whenever something even remotely edible came by, there was a dog pile on it, and everyone dove in, tearing off what pieces they could. But that was wildly different from this situation, wasn't it?"Maybe she did, or maybe she laced it with something horrible. Hard to say, that b***h was pure evil," even though the woman was dead, he still shook slightly and looked around, as if he expected her ghost to come over and kill him for saying such a thing. He was about to add in some other details about what she had done, when he noticed Ceres wasn't feeling too good. "Are you doing alright, love?" he gently put a hand on her back, and his voice was soft and full of concern. "Do you want me to take you home?""Long was the hour for the valiant knight that would ne'er be sick or slain
Lonely the bower in the candle light with neither kith nor kin
Storm clouds over the full moon raced, as he swung to the dapple grey
And man and horse to the westward faced on the eve of an All Saints' Day.
He's laid his hand on his hunting horn and with his dying breath
Has blown a blast to the blazing morn that would rouse the angel of death
High in the cusp of the starry night he heard his grey hawk mew
As out of the misty morning light his ghostly greyhounds flew.
Waillee waillee my noble lord who wakes me from my rest
There's none can heal the wounds of time that lie bloody on your breast" Funds: $360Relationship: Courting
Mood: Concerned
Pain: ☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎
Ooc: Oops, hope his plan didn't backfire.
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2018 1:34 am
Ｃ Ｅ Ｒ Ｅ Ｓxxx Ｃ Ａ Ｌ Ｉ Ｓ Ｔ Ｏ ❀ The Protective Dryad ❀ Dryad Form: ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Oh god... Maybe eating so much too quickly or drink too much before eating was what got her feeling so sick. However, as much as her stomach wanted to empty itself all into the ice bucket, she refrained. For one, she didn't want to embarrass herself or Drizyrr at the bar. Secondly, she hated when she puked. It was gross, it would get all on her clothes, and she hated the burning sensation of it afterwards. It was not a fun time, at all. Ceres covered her mouth and was practically as stiff as a board until the wave of nausea finally passed. " Not really... I'd rather not barf here... Home sounds nice... " She wanted to stand up, but her legs weren't listening. It was as if they were disconnected, or asleep, unwilling to listen to her demands of movement. However, her drunken self still swayed slightly to and fro, almost like a sapling getting moved by strong winds. Ugh, she felt so damn ill! How much did she even drink? Ceres wanted to be drunk, but she didn't want to be so drunk to the point of illness or into blacking out. The moment she felt like she was about to fall out of her seat, she quickly managed to grab a hold of the Drow's arm, steadying herself as best as she could. " Ugh... I'm gonna feel like pure s**t tomorrow... " Ceres could practically feel the headache come already, and she wasn't even feeling the head pains just yet! If she felt too bad, then she might have to call-off from work. She'll fake a cold or something, of course. It would sound bad on her end if she admitted to being hungover rather than battling a cold of some sort. ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅
☆ mood: Sick as hellxxx☆ company: Drizzy-Dearxxx☆ house: 1118 Etoilexxx☆ ooc: She's gonna puke everything back up and get skinnier! Jk Jk
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2018 2:02 am
"Night never ending
The weapons we bring are our souls
You know, You know
You know what it means to feel real
So rise up, claim the sky
We fight, We fight
Night never ending.”Drizyrr ♞ Zaulyl He quickly paid the bill, which was much more than he thought it was going to be. Probably wouldn't be able to keep doing dates like these often. There was a chance that Ceres could have walked home, given copious support and guidance, but that seemed more tedious than helpful. "Alright, I'll get you back home, don't worry about it." He gently picked her up as if she were a small child, letting her face rest in the crook of his neck. The bartender ran to get the door for him, to which Drizyrr nodded his thanks. It was fairly dark outside, for which he was most thankful. He hadn't thought to put his sunglasses back on, and he couldn't exactly put her down out here. "If you can, go ahead and see if you can get some rest. It will make the trip a little more pleasant." He scolded himself for encouraging her to go so far. Of course she could have stopped, but he was a man, so it was always his fault. Probably didn't help that she had seen him down several drinks himself, seven or eight at least, and seem to feel nothing. He was definitely feeling something, but it was not so much that he couldn't do what he needed to do. "If you need me to stop for any reason, just tell me, ok?" Saying nothing ill happened, he would be able to make it back to her house with no trouble, though his back would definitely hate him in the morning. Had she done this when he got blackout drunk a few weeks ago? He knew she was strong, but it seemed like more effort than he was worth. He really did owe her something better. He didn't deserve her in the least. He would have to find a way to apologize tomorrow.
-Exit- "Long was the hour for the valiant knight that would ne'er be sick or slain
Lonely the bower in the candle light with neither kith nor kin
Storm clouds over the full moon raced, as he swung to the dapple grey
And man and horse to the westward faced on the eve of an All Saints' Day.
He's laid his hand on his hunting horn and with his dying breath
Has blown a blast to the blazing morn that would rouse the angel of death
High in the cusp of the starry night he heard his grey hawk mew
As out of the misty morning light his ghostly greyhounds flew.
Waillee waillee my noble lord who wakes me from my rest
There's none can heal the wounds of time that lie bloody on your breast" Funds: $280Relationship: Courting
Mood: Worried
Pain: ☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎
Ooc: lol, Driz feels so guilty now.
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2018 2:52 pm
Ｃ Ｅ Ｒ Ｅ Ｓxxx Ｃ Ａ Ｌ Ｉ Ｓ Ｔ Ｏ ❀ The Protective Dryad ❀ Dryad Form: ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Ceres tried to get up on her own, but Drizyrr seemed to take care of that problem before she could even attempt to move her legs again. She instantly wrapped her arms over his shoulders, giving him a slightly worried look. He wasn't necessarily so ancient to where he looked like a turtle-man, but she was still worried about all of the weight that was going to his back and arms. Hopefully he had some herbal remedy for that. " I...I can walk, Drizzy. I swear! " Her words were even more slurred and her head was still spinning. Even if she could walk, she'd most likely walk like a freshly born baby cow. All wobbly in the knees, and would probably fall a couple times. Could you even call that walking? " I weight like a ton! You're back's gonna be pissed at you, mister... " Despite her words, it didn't seem like the Drow was going to put her down unless she had to puke along the side of the road. Not really the best look for her, but at least it would have been on the ground and not on Drizyrr's nice clothes.
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☆ mood: Sick as hellxxx☆ company: Drizzy-Dearxxx☆ house: 1118 Etoilexxx☆ ooc:
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