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The one thing she has been trying for so so so long, forever and ever. She's not going to get it. At least not yet. She looked up at strange man preventing her death.

"You're crazy." (4/4)

Her determination was admirable, and would be unstoppable if she were anything but human- After hundreds, perhaps thousands of attempts she finally cracked. - Laughter erupting from her as SHE CAN JUST NEVER DIE! (3/4)

An angry grunt at this endless loop. Screaming in a futile attempts. However she didn't seem willing to stop any time soon. Determined enough that eventually he'll get bored, tired of continuously bringing her back- (2/4)

No... NO- She pulled the pin again, only to be brought back. Pulling it again- and again, and again, and again 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧- (1/4)

She sat on the ground and pulled out her notebook, sorting through gears and scrap from the pile of stuff they brought in earlier.

Her back was to the mural, not even allowing herself a chance to gaze up on it to muster over the unfinished art piece. (5/5)

She left the steering wheel only to be asked a question about the mural. An aggravated sigh.

"It's just a picture."

She moved past the bug. Obviously upset by the question. (4/5)

"Good, cold is where we'll be headed."

She pulled a lever halfway, the gears connected to that lever started turning, then pulled some sort of switch under the wheel. Some sort of auto-pilot perhaps. (3/5)

There was a slight relief in knowing that the environment wouldn't kill them. It would suck to harbor a creature far from home, only for them to die from a snowball. (2/5)

Jinx noticed her passanger staring at the mural. She didn't say anything or seem to pay attention to the other's curiosity. There were more important things to focus on than the past however. (1/5)

Feeling no other way out, she pulled out a grenade, without any hesitation she pulled the pin. Blasting herself and the immediate area in a blast of arcane blue. (2/2)

She has tried to die, numerous times! This was the closest to her being truly dead before he showed up. She was finally at peace. Her hand holding the gun trembled, holstering it as he eyes gazed up at the strange man. (1/2)

❝Rock is served hot, blood warm, and revenge cold... but love is served sweet.❞

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Cirino Leandros, vampire since 1797~ but much more.
*Inside the Darkness there is a Heart.*
My mate and husband @rocknblood.bsky.social 💍September 5th, 2020. #MDNI, #SS, TW CW Vampire OC ©️
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"... Just let me die." A desperate plea. If he is responsible for her entire life.

Of everything.

Then he can just make it stop.

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Make her stop.
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𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥. (5/5)

An angry cry as she shot at an empty space, no one was there but seemed to silence the noise.

"SHUT UP!!!" Her hand moved over her head as she caught her breath. She tightened the grip of her gun, like a vice. She slowly moved her focus on 'the one who always been with her'. (4/5)

They slowly consumed her, her own voice of retaliation was silent under the wave of noise. Fighting the voices she thought she had lost. Everything was finally silent, she was finally dead but- (3/5)

She was losing her focus. Her eyes on him, but it was obvious there were other things grabbing her attention. She tried to blink it away, re-steadying her arm to shoot at him before her vision was flooded with monstrous images.

Voices of the past haunting her still. (2/5)

The grip on her gun tightened. She stared in mild confusion as she was processing his words. 'Always been with you?'.

No. She doesn't know who he is.

He's playing games. Obviously... If he was ALWAYS there, he would know about her eye color change. But that doesn't explain the blue- (1/5)

OOC:// Possibly! Oh yeah loads of fun! <3 ofc!

OOC:// Oh god don't remind me of that account lol! I feel so cringe reading back those RPs- Just a few years difference but it feels a lot more!

Same username over there, just without the dashes.

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And for a being that just came out of nowhere. Anything's possible. They're lucky she isn't allergic to the air here. (9/9)

"There's no weather stuff you need to worry about? You won't die if you touch snow or something right??"

In this world, with so many different species and environments, there are plenty that can't handle certain climates. (8/9)

"You should sit down and hold onto something" She warned. She gave them a grace period of 3 seconds before pulling up a lever, lifting up the sails, and pulling down another lever, lifting the ship into the air. She turned to look at the other. (7/9)

She unceremoniously dropped the bag inside the ship, a couple feet away from her bed which was under a pillow fort. Decorated with colored sharps of glass and fairy lights. She definitely had a colored lifestyle. (6/9)

The last person was a older woman with a darker tone of blue hair than Jinx. The painting was not as detailed as the others. As if her vision of them was muddied, or perhaps she just didn't finish that one. (5/9)

A thick boy with googles, a thin teen untamed spiky hair, a child with ash brown hair, an gruff looking man with a beard and soft eyes, a skinny man with his hair slicked back and a serious expression. (4/9)

"Guess that means you're coming along." Hoisting the bag over her shoulder and using most of her back for leverage, she started walking towards the airship.

The graffiti wasn't just on the sails. On the inner wall, there was a mural. (3/9)

Seemed fine as everything was added to the pile. Wagering the chance of extreme destruction was a daily occurrence for her. Once they both brought the last little bits of stuff. Jinx folded the quilt over and lifted everything up, becoming a very unsafe Christmas bag of her junk. (2/9)

Jinx stared at the helpful bug for a few seconds. Unexpected for her to help her gather her stuff. She was calm watching the bug gather quite dangerous bombs and unfinished weapons that were just as likely to explode as benign. (1/9)