Print

Please login or register.
1 Hour 1 Day 1 Week 1 Month Forever
Login with username, password and session length

[PrivateNomad]

Albrecht would notice that Hilda has her eyes closed, though does not appear sleeping. She has a smile on her face, as if fantasizing or some girly shit like that.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"HILDA, what are you doing...."

[PrivateNomad]

She opens her eyes and blinks at him.
 "Is something wrong?"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Were you fantasising?"

[PrivateNomad]

Hilda lightly blushes.
"W-Well, yeah, I guess so."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"About what?"

[PrivateNomad]

"The moon. I would love to go there sometime..."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"That'd be interesting, wouldn't it..."

[PrivateNomad]

"Yeah. Icarus went there before."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

He nods.

[PrivateNomad]

((Sleepytimes))
Hilda sweetly smiles and looks around.

[Atnegam]

Sam sighed causing smoke to escape from his mouth. "Do you want the truth or do you want some fabricated nonsense that makes me look like the good guy? Because going by the truth's standards you don't want me in this place or anywhere near it." He set the cigarette into his mouth and crossed his arms behind his head as he waited for her response.

[Projeck37]

"I prefer not to associate myself with liars, no matter how good of a person they are. So the truth."

[Atnegam]

"But lies are so much fun and help you pretend the world isn't a shit-hole," he said sarcastically as he flicks the spent cigarette away.

"I'll keep it short. I'm a witch hunter made by a PMC with all kinds of fun toys under my skin made to kill magic users. They wanted a sword that guy had so they sent me to retrieve it. Things went south and I fucked up so now here I am. Anything else you want to know?"

[Projeck37]

"How do you feel about your actions and occupation?"