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[Projeck37]

"Well it doesn't help that I forget what most emotions feel like.."

((Going to school now.))

[GreatWyrmGold]

Angel turns into Nuriel, who leans on Stella. At this point, she probably loses.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

[2]
And Alistair falls over because Stella was the only thing supporting him.

[Projeck37]

((So on my phone because traffic..))
"So what should we do, Richard?"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"I...don't actually know."

((Also, to prevent the spillover of secks from TA, karma rolls are now in place. ;3))

[Projeck37]

"We could go on a date tomorrow. Or tonight. Doesn't matter to me."

[Twi]

(())
Stella remains standing.
"..."

[Projeck37]

((I have a couple minutes before class starts. I can probably post one last time.))

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"We go on a date tomorrow. Or tonight. Doesn't matter to me."

"Whatever's good to you."

[Projeck37]

"Hmm... I have an idea but it's a secret. You'll see tomorrow night~"

[GreatWyrmGold]

((Also, to prevent the spillover of secks from TA, karma rolls are now in place. ;3))

+1

(())
Stella remains standing.
"..."

Nuriel shoves her over.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

((PROTIP: A critfail will either result in babbehs or....other consequences. A crit success will have the same thing, only with less dead people.))

[Twi]

Stella nopes that through application of being Bismuth.

"...."
She leans on Nuriel.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Counter-leaning~

[GreatWyrmGold]

Nuriel gains about two feet of height and a couple hundred pounds of muscle via shapeshifting (no longer looking remotely human), and then picks up and throws Bismuth. She then returns to...not exactly normal, but you know.
"Will you please give up now?"