welcome sleepies, to our very first meme saturday! every month a little mod-hosted meme will go up for us to play around with admist the chaos, and this theme was chosen by popular demand! we've all heard about texts from last night, but have you heard of......
MURMURS FROM LAST NIGHT
strange things happen in the night. maybe you drink, or dream, or get high as a kite, and it's hard to hide it! especially when we're all collectively connected in a way! the rules are quite simple! you may even know them by now.
π post a top level for your character and include a few text starters, like the ones provided.
π interact.
π thrive.
π if you wish for your threads to be game canon, the sky is the limit (just make sure your thread partner is okay with it!).
π We might have some special guests later.
[The strum from his end is curious; the sensation of it, perked, shrill, and focused.]
a drake? [Greed pats the top of the counter with his claw.] ha - ! you're talking about a dragon, aren't you? [The brightness that comes through the Murmur practically sizzles; his interest as sure and flaring as a red light, pulsing in the dark.] now isn't that something. you've got my interest, friend
[Ah, but there's the obvious question. The former homunculus lowers his chin, forcing his smile to stretch wide, wide, wide across his jaw.] you've got it. i was never human to begin with.
[He pauses as he fingers a well-worn (well-loved) pack of butt-snuffed cigarettes before sliding one out on the tip of his nail.]
don't suppose you know what a homunculus is do you?
[ He supposes that's on the nose— he's the only drake present, for all they know, and adragon has always captured the hearts and interest of many, for better or worse. Jayce doesn't know whether or not to be alarmed, but he could, at least, tread with caution, walk side by side with his own curiosity. A steady spark within their connection. ]
[There's hum from his side; something soft, something light, trilling in the back of his throat.]
[Greed turns his wrist, sending the cigarette slipping between his knuckles.] no. [He answers, long and slurry.] gunna guess you don't know a lot about alchemy either then. ehhh
[He reaches across the bar to hook his nail into the rim of a low-burning candle.] might be easier if i showed you. [Leaning forward, he edges the end of his smoke towards the wick. One roll, two, three and as the end of it bursts, he gives his explanation. Not with words, not with an answer, but with a moment. A moment before all this, before Sleep had found him, and before death (the permanent kind, at least) had a chance to catch up with him the first time.]
[The former homunculus inhales through his grin, and the moment slips away; its exit as brief as a breeze, blowing out smoke.] probably doesn't answer your question, but you could say i wasn't born like most. i'm artificial through and through
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a drake? [Greed pats the top of the counter with his claw.] ha - ! you're talking about a dragon, aren't you? [The brightness that comes through the Murmur practically sizzles; his interest as sure and flaring as a red light, pulsing in the dark.] now isn't that something. you've got my interest, friend
[Ah, but there's the obvious question. The former homunculus lowers his chin, forcing his smile to stretch wide, wide, wide across his jaw.] you've got it. i was never human to begin with.
[He pauses as he fingers a well-worn (well-loved) pack of butt-snuffed cigarettes before sliding one out on the tip of his nail.]
don't suppose you know what a homunculus is do you?
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I'm starting to guess it isn't a brain map.
CW: Blood, Gore, Bones, Teeth, Etc. in the Link
[Greed turns his wrist, sending the cigarette slipping between his knuckles.] no. [He answers, long and slurry.] gunna guess you don't know a lot about alchemy either then. ehhh
[He reaches across the bar to hook his nail into the rim of a low-burning candle.] might be easier if i showed you. [Leaning forward, he edges the end of his smoke towards the wick. One roll, two, three and as the end of it bursts, he gives his explanation. Not with words, not with an answer, but with a moment. A moment before all this, before Sleep had found him, and before death (the permanent kind, at least) had a chance to catch up with him the first time.]
[The former homunculus inhales through his grin, and the moment slips away; its exit as brief as a breeze, blowing out smoke.] probably doesn't answer your question, but you could say i wasn't born like most. i'm artificial through and through