Takshaka

[soulping]

[You enter a room made entirely of thick glass and patterned porcelain. Fluffy pillows and beanbags are scattered across the floor, providing plenty of comfortable places to sit, but they probably don't make up for what's on the ceiling (spears of jagged glass, steaming kettles of some boiling liquid), or the view through the floor (a long, long drop down into a pit, wherein weapons glint, sharp and business-ends pointed up towards you).

A round table stands in the middle of the room. Upon it stands six vases, each one the color of one team, and a scattering of gems in three different colors: obsidian, sapphire, and crystals.]

Comments

Re: Mingle

[swordedpast]

[talking to thin air]

Fuck you.

--don't repeat that, Wren, Sparrow.

Re: Mingle

[pchaaair]

[I just said holy shit though]

—Swan...

Re: Mingle

[swordedpast]

[YOU'RE STILL AN INNOCENT IN HIS EYES]

I'd say something like, "I won't let her hurt you," but--

[his shoulders slump.]

Re: Mingle

[pchaaair]

[just wait, he's a homestuck, he'll be swearing with the best of 'em sooner or later even if he's not karkat-tier]

... That's not going to be entirely possible.

Re: Mingle

[swordedpast]

She talks about our choices, then takes them away from us. Yeah, that's how she works.

Re: Mingle

[pchaaair]

[miserably:]

Her idea of choice, is really dumb.

Re: Mingle

[swordedpast]

I suppose so.

[it feels awfully familiar to him, though.]

Re: Mingle

[takewing]

Fuck her, indeed.

Re: Mingle

[swordedpast]

I suppose it's all right if you repeat it.

Re: Mingle

[takewing]

You could hardly stop me anyway.