HUNTED - Excalibur

[Zaphod Riker]

"Is that not the usual, though?" Ysavandia asks, standing up hesitantly as she keeps his hand in hers. "I'm usually unhealthy..."

[MetaknightFan1]

Jeremy sighed, walking over to Sylix. "Honey, could you please tell Kotei to remove the spell?" he asked. "It's really upsetting Mike. How would you feel if he did the same to you?"

Zor went silent for a minute, then squeezed Ysa's hand. "I suppose... I just seem to remember you being more visible."

[Arachnomania]

(Sorry, my dad took away and hid my iPod the second I got home. Recap/repost?)

[keyitt]

Sylix

" I'd laugh and pretend I actually was a mistress . " he says . The necromancer had been called a ' mistress ' his entire life , the imps thinking it was funny to not call him master . " Once we get the picture , the spell will go away " he orders simply

( uhhhhh I dunno my sibling )

[Zaphod Riker]

{{ I made my own purchasing decisions.

Ysavandia nods. "Oh, you noticed... I'm not a country anymore." She squeezes his hand in return. "I'm still alive though, just as a culture rather than nation. I still have a chance though. I guess."

[MetaknightFan1]

((Who were you with last?))

"Picture?" Jeremy asked, looking back at Mike then back at Sylix. "What picture?"

"Oh... Well that's good." Zor smiled slightly, then stopped before it hurt too much. "At least you're still living."

[Arachnomania]

(Uhhhh, Tux was with Jeremy and Fye but I think they left..)

[Zaphod Riker]

"I'm at least content with that." Ysavandia says, not smiling that much. She merely lies back again, sighing lightly.

[B0N3D4D1]

Pierce shrugged, "A lot of people actually, but that's besides the point." He said with a sigh, "Do you think so?" He questioned with a light frown.

[MetaknightFan1]

((Yeah they left. Oh hey Rebel, I feel like Wayward should be slightly concerned that his painting has been kidnapped))

"Yes, my expectations are always low... There's no point in having high ones if you're just going to be disappointed over and over." Zor sighed, letting go of her hand to pluck another petal off his rose.