How intriguing, as with every trend in this hellhole of a subforum we call "home", the plebs are taking it for their own gratitude. Hmph. The Alolan Vulpix sighs to herself, looking over the window from her room, scratching her right ear with a paw. I guess I shall do the same, even if it's bound to get deleted by the overlord himself.
Suddenly, a voice stepped in, quiet and vigilant. What terrible idea, and here I thought the applicants present would have a smarter approach. The ominous voice came from a corner in her room, above a drawer, and possibly from the floating orb with a pedestal. The dim light surrounding it would hum everytime it spoke, mysterious particles floating about. The Vulpix would look over to the orb, closing her silk curtain quickly.
But that's the joy of it, even if it doesn't end up as interesting as the others.
Hmph.. and what does thou do when struggling to persevere the integrity of such questions, personal or not?
The Alolan Vulpix thought for a long moment, feeling almost like a minute. She used this time to look outside once again, eyeing on a few key objects, most notably past some trees. Thou which has the mind of a dragon, will know thy true wisdom. As one as taught me...
Does thou think the consequences of such actions will be brought upon your doing? The dimmed lights turned brighter, as if it were trying to convey a message without raising alarms. Another moment would pass, before the Vulpix smiled.
Open the floodgates. Let the questions come flying about, whether it be with little or greater impact, with the wisdom of a rock, or a raven in the night sky. She walked out of her room, locking it with six magical seals behind her, before wandering down the hallway.
Has she truly gone mad...
(I will answer questions for no reason as much as I can.)
Suddenly, a voice stepped in, quiet and vigilant. What terrible idea, and here I thought the applicants present would have a smarter approach. The ominous voice came from a corner in her room, above a drawer, and possibly from the floating orb with a pedestal. The dim light surrounding it would hum everytime it spoke, mysterious particles floating about. The Vulpix would look over to the orb, closing her silk curtain quickly.
But that's the joy of it, even if it doesn't end up as interesting as the others.
Hmph.. and what does thou do when struggling to persevere the integrity of such questions, personal or not?
The Alolan Vulpix thought for a long moment, feeling almost like a minute. She used this time to look outside once again, eyeing on a few key objects, most notably past some trees. Thou which has the mind of a dragon, will know thy true wisdom. As one as taught me...
Does thou think the consequences of such actions will be brought upon your doing? The dimmed lights turned brighter, as if it were trying to convey a message without raising alarms. Another moment would pass, before the Vulpix smiled.
Open the floodgates. Let the questions come flying about, whether it be with little or greater impact, with the wisdom of a rock, or a raven in the night sky. She walked out of her room, locking it with six magical seals behind her, before wandering down the hallway.
Has she truly gone mad...
(I will answer questions for no reason as much as I can.)
