((I am going to be on my other account the rest of the night. day? anyways. you should follow because she needs friends, even though she is a psychopath, she is fun once you get to know her, promise. :3 DO IT. DO IT.))
ooc; You’re such a cutie! Hope you get better soon, love. I just got off my antibiotics and man I feel FREEE
ooc; thank you <33333 oh man, i’m pretty bad with antibiotics. i forgot to take them at five, so i had to take them later….now i have to take them at four in the morning. i’ll be up anyways. XD
ooc; the lap results finally came in! i had like a really serious case of strep. yes. but. why is my spleen enlarged. FFFFUUUUUUUU. I’ve been on antibiotics for more then twenty four hours and the swelling hasn’t gone down in my throat. :’D
archeronstrings started following you
Clint looked to the other, deadpan look on his face, the same look he almost always wore. He blinked beneath the sunglasses, running his thumb over the pistol at his hip. “Clint Barton. I only respond to one Asgardian.”
Eir watched as his hand made it’s way toward the pistol, but then drew her attention back to her new controlled friend. “It’s a pleasure, Clint. I assure you that you do not need to use that.” She said, motioning to the gun on his hip. She was the Goddess of Healing, no mortal weapon could harm her long term.
“If you stay out of my way, I won’t have to use it.” He stated it coldly, glowing blue eyes focused harshly on the other. He was well aware that no mortal weapon could do much harm to Asgardians, but that didn’t stop him from trying. Anyone who gets in the way of Loki is a target. And there were spots he could hit that could definitely do damage.
This man obviously thought that she was a threat, which she couldn’t help but find hilarious. Even if she wanted to do something to stop Loki, should couldn’t and was unable to battle. It was against everything that she knew. “I am not threat. Even if I wanted to stop Loki, I could not.”
archeronstrings started following you
Clint looked to the other, deadpan look on his face, the same look he almost always wore. He blinked beneath the sunglasses, running his thumb over the pistol at his hip. “Clint Barton. I only respond to one Asgardian.”
Eir watched as his hand made it’s way toward the pistol, but then drew her attention back to her new controlled friend. “It’s a pleasure, Clint. I assure you that you do not need to use that.” She said, motioning to the gun on his hip. She was the Goddess of Healing, no mortal weapon could harm her long term.
archeronstrings started following you
The deity raised an eyebrow, but smiled softly at the newcomer. “Hello. I am Eir of Asgard, you are?” She asked with a cool, collected tone.
((Hey, you should follow my new OC. Here. She is really cute, but a little bit crazy, as her name suggests. As much as I love my wittle Eir, I needed to make an outlet for my darker muse. xD Now, time to catch up on replies here.))
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((i have the sudden urge to make a new character. one more bad ass. insane even. so, if you are wondering where i am, i am probably making a new character. :l))
The Awkward moment when your two Irish wolfhounds get a superiority complex from seeing Steve Roger’s new rat… I mean, husky.
[He feigned disapproval.]
I never did such a thing.
[Once again, he dabbed the sides of his lips with his napkin before screwing it in to a ball and resting it in the center of his plate.
His eyes searched about until they rested on and linked with a waitress across the room. She wiggled over to them.]Magnifique. Nous allons prendre le dessert maintenant, sil vous plait?
[The waitress took away the plates and disappeared before promptly returning with their puddings.]
Bon! [Loki exclaimed. It was a common word, he did not translate for Eir but winked instead.]
-She rolled her eyes and shook her head, a smile still on her face to prove she really wasn’t annoyed.-
Sure, sure.
-She watched as the waitress came over and took there plates away. She looked at all the space that was in front of her, then shrugged. Literally moments later, pudding was placed in front of her.-
Oh, pudding! Delicious!
-She took her spoon and took a bite, wiggling in her seat slightly. Mortal food was delicious. She raised an eyebrow in confusion, unsure how to respond to the wink, though a small blush appeared on her face.-
[Taking small and graceful bites, Loki sighed with delight. Mortal food was delicious… even though it was not quite equal to the deity’s favourite Asgardian meals…
It took some time for him to devour his dessert, but he enjoyed every mouthful. Gently, he fiddled with the spoon before licking it clean and placing it against the rim of his plate.]
Good choice…
-Eir started to take bigger bites, absolutely loving the taste. She had never had this pudding before, so the delightful food could not be put to waste. She was quite lucky to find some meals that would fill her appetite, considering her tastes buds had been spoiled by the meals of Asgard.
When she finished her meal, she made sure that nothing was left as she licked the spoon. She then smiled at Loki, nodding her head. She sipped at her ale once more, clenching her thirst.-
Yes, I am quite happy that I picked this lovely Tavern!
