[The absolute best chocolate is stolen chocolate, and Thistle has amassed a small pile with several other secret caches.

Most of it just ends up in her mouth and occasionally on her face and shirt.

She'll be hunting for people to gank chocolate from, and she may have a hunting partner. She is basically a chocolate velociraptor.]

[Thistle lurks n the shadowy grass behind the new school wing of the DR, dressed in a boy's uniform and smoking cigarettes.

Clearly, this is where the bad kids hang out.

If she spots you, she'll probably try to get your lunch money.]

[Thistle's waiting in the lobby, carefully, slowly cutting up a bloody steak at her table and enjoying it bit by bit.

Someone will show up sooner or later.

She's just dying to catch up with some of her old friends.]

[Thistle seems to be feeling... somewhat better, but now she has something else to worry about.

With her landlord not quite feeling like himself, she's taken to carrying around... a little boy that looks an awful lot like her.

She's going to each different cafe and food shop, trying to find SOMETHING he'll eat.]

Please, Floret?

[Thistle is sitting in the cafe, eating a... creampuff rather than her usual steak, and not nearly as enthusiastically as she usually, er, eats something.

And she...

Looks like she's been crying.]

THIS IS A GENDERBENDING CON

LIKE BAKURA CON, ONLY WITH CHICKS

AND DUDES TOO I GUESS IF YOU'RE A FEMALE -> MALE GENDERBENDER, BUT DO WE HAVE ANY OF THOSE?

HAVE FUN~~!

[SOMEONE has finally emerged from wherever she's been hiding for the past month or so, and seems to be going from shop to shop. She enters one, and after a few moments, storms out looking disgruntled, only to repeat the process again ( Read more... )

[Thistle's adapted to her new species rather well, apart from her reluctance to cull anyone. She's been making do on the leavings of more aggressive - or rather, less restrained vampires, but the craving for fresh blood is nagging at her ( Read more... )

[Thistle bursts into the lobby, running like hell away from something.

He grabs a few chairs and throws them in the path behind him, trying to trip up his relentless peruser.]

YOU'RE NOT IN YOUR RIGHT MIND, WOMAN!

[...who is apparently... Nerf.]

[Nerf fell asleep in a chair in the lobby, not too far from the clinic. He never quite made it back to his room and Thistle had him sit there while she went to go get a box of creampuffs something to cheer him up and maybe restore his iron levels. His upper arm's freshly bandaged and he's in a white t-shirt the clinic loaned him ( Read more... )