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Ice cream is so gooooooooooooood

so if you were reading the "original characters anonymous" post, i actually made something quite long that really needs help and support to polish and/or make something out of. oh and post ANYTHING related to mathilda and the others!! (i will post the entire plot someday) link to the thread: list of characters in mathilda's world.txt

act 3 is on the way! :)))

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That feeling when you get to have animated avatars on this site-

Thank you for sharing light on this suyu_ . I have always seen this terrible situation that constantly plagues our beloved society but I just didn't know how to act or show my emotions towards it. With you now, however, I know I never had to, for your unparalleled wisdom has shown me you've been aware of the issue, and you know exactly how to solve it. I am grateful... no, the WORLD is grateful for you sharing this knowledge. Thank you, suyu_ .

Its perfectly natural to be afraid in a situation like this. Why shouldn't you be? But it won't help you in the long run, and can get you into danger. The best thing to do is use your wits. Move carefully, and quietly. Grab anything you can use, and try to slip away. Before someone, or something notices you... =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= As the frightened face of Oscar stole over the bodies around him, he let out a low breath of air. He had to be calm. There was no way he had just awakened at some site of a serial killer’s dumping ground, all while being completely unharmed. There had to be a sensible, logical explanation to things. Maybe this was a disturbed open-air graveyard, or even just a prank. With a newfound sense of confidence he prayed wasn’t just adrenaline, he cautiously stepped into the long grass. The blood red spider-lilies bobbing with his footfall. From beneath his foot, the sound of dried bone breaking sent a rush through him like cold water. Hopefully, that was not what he thought it was. The cape behind him shifted faintly in the breeze as he eased forward. Unsure what exactly he was looking for. These didn’t look like plastic, nor like any kind of prop… His gloves found a bone, probably from an arm, and raised it to his eyes. Blood turned to ice as he studdied it. A fresh gust of air rushed from the hills around him, making his cape billow in the wind. But he took no notice of the wind, nor felt any relief. Upon the bones were markings. Not those of any pen or tool, but distinctive teeth marks. Finding bones with bites from wild animals were not completely irrational, even if they were chilling. But the weren’t the marks of hungry dogs, or of any scavenger he knew of. In fact, they looked identical to the marks he would leave in a juicy apple. With fear reborn, he dropped the gnawed bone. Paranoia swirled in Oscar’s mind as he glanced from side to side. He could still see nothing, but he was certain he was being watched… The best thing to do then was to hide. His foot hit something with a thud. A moment’s glance confirmed the object was a bookbag. Quickly, he ducked down to sweep it on to one arm, before his eyes caught sight of something ahead of him. A large fallen branch, thick with dark leaves, nearly dark as sin. Even in his performer’s outfit, he would almost be undetectable behind that…Quietly, he slung his new bag over a shoulder before taking the branch. It was heavy enough to need two arms and a groan to lift. But the curve of the branch nicely obscured him as he stole forward. A slow, easy pace. The better not to draw attention to himself, Oscar hoped. For the next half hour, he scuttled along the side of the road. His shawl of leaves keeping him save from any prying eyes. The darkening sky around him hopefully meaning he would move unobstructed. Or so he thought. As he passed over yet another pile of old bones upon the grass, wishing the moon would light his way, the stage magician's ears thought they could hear something. Being a man often hired for children's parties, he would recognize the sound of a young girl's giggle anywhere. Fresh alarm filled his mind at the sound. This place was surely dangerous. He would have to help her. He would-- His thoughts were cut off as a small hand pulled at his cape. So unexpected was he at any touch which was not withered bones or ragweed the young man leaped into the air with a shout he hoped was more manly than what he heard. The branch crunched on the ground as he turned. A young lady in a black and white outfit smiled up at him. Looking absolutely thrilled as she swayed from side to side, her blond hair and ribbon bobbing with the motion. The premature dark sky around them was heavy with an unknown weight, one all the more unnerving at the unphased child grinning up at him. "Found you, Mister Man. What are you doing out here, all alone and defenseless?" = Negotiate with la creatura the strange girl. Maybe she can help you? = Nope, nopenopenope so much nope. Time for a tactical retreat with the help of some flares. = Its silly to think she could hurt you! She's a child, and less than half your height. Which means we can totally outrun her, which we should do. = Someone wandering Muenzuka notices their presence. (Rinnosuke: 2/6 chance, Nazrin 2/6, Komachi 1/6, Chen 1/6) = Oh look, she brought friends! Hello young ladies, can you tell me the way home? = Play dead. That's totally a reasonable reaction to meeting a small child.