Now I need to figure out all the things that need to be done before I am completely moved in here...


Ex SE: Shattered Shadows Pt3It was the sting of the cold air on his open wound that finally spurred Booker into movement. He rummaged through his bag for the diminishing roll of gauze and bandaged his leg absently. The blood seeped into the wrappings, a vibrant red, and he stopped to stare at it when he finished. This place hurt him and not just physically. It forced him to see all the shadowed corners of his own mind he had buried over the years. How weak he really was. Uncontrolled.Ex SE: Shattered Shadows Pt3
Dangerous.
He had wanted to kill that thin- Bludworth. She had a name. She


Ex SE: Shattered Shadows Pt2They ranged from fashion and decorating to women and bars and how to live a life fully, comparing notes and laughing, the earlier tension forgotten. Booker was honestly charmed, the smile on his face becoming genuine and open somewhere between the discussion of tea flavors and the meaning of life. The only topic that was taboo by unspoken agreement was the Tournament that had brought them here.Ex SE: Shattered Shadows Pt2
The teapot never ran out of tea and time passed unmeasurably in this place, only an indeterminent wait for Death to summon them away from the illusion with his arrogant smile and gruff mocking voice. But it


Ex SE: Shattered Shadows Pt1There was something charming about being able to see your own breath on the air. Booker smiled and blew another puff, watching it dissipate. Under his boots, the snow crunched and squeaked softly, the noise letting him know it was a dry snow in this part of the ice-covered complex. No snowmen for him here.Ex SE: Shattered Shadows Pt1
The snow softened the sounds of his presence, killing any echoes before they were born. The end effect, especially combined with the decor, was rather surreal. The Blue Door led to a room much like the parlor of a Southern plantation manor, only covered in frost and snow.&n
This makes me a happy girl. I really really hope I make it now. :3
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Look and you shall find. In theory.
No doubt, it really opens up about the character and it makes me so excited to see more of him. Not to mention to when me and Nith get our chances to do more emotional bits with the show-stealers~
Oh I think so! And considering Nith agreed earlier with me on part one was right, I am pretty dang sure I am right now. XD You did a lovely job.
Oh, it's alright, she does this for a living. Oh oh! I made a funny, awesome.
Yeah, this is actually the first time Booker has run into something that his curse doesn't work on that he would have classified as possibly a person. It'll make him wonder and give him a heads-up if he runs into more undead.
Bludworth is a real trooper about death. XD
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Look and you shall find. In theory.
It's funny how things work out like that. But at least he knows now, and he better learn not to be racist! XD
She's rpactically a masochist in that sense. XD
He's learning! He can become more accepting of magic and monsters and their uses as this goes on. It's a definite culture shock in places.
Booker is a masochist too, but he collects injuries rather than death. Pain makes him feel better about things. He can't manage to die multiple times but can understand the feeling.
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Look and you shall find. In theory.
This is true. XD He didn't come from the same world as the magical realm of Nether. Also, I realized that Booker is older than Bludworth by five years. It's so weird to think that.
It's the adrenaline, *nods*
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