☠ 029 ; forward-dated to morning

[mc_blackheart]

[Good morning, Paradisa! It's seven thirty AM, and your alarm from the journal for this morning is a rousing screech of anger as Molotov catches sight of herself in the mirror. Some stuff breaks, and then:]

I wonder... if I cut them off...

[Later on in the day, if you're out and about on the grounds, you might notice a brand! new! elf! wandering

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[echivoc]

[sorry, Cross is so recognizing how familiar you look to a female redhead he knows...]

Good afternoon. [he still has manners, after all!]

[mc_blackheart]

[Molotov is pretending she doesn't know you!]

And you.

[echivoc]

[m'kay, he'll call you out in a moment, elf!Molotov.]

Have you just arrived in Paradisa?

[mc_blackheart]

[Okay, stab you then, Cross!]

... Yes.

[echivoc]

[Ooh, I'm shaking in my boots.

The apprehension is strong with this one.]

......

Okay, you may or may not be someone I know, or be even remotely related to them.

[mc_blackheart]

Well, I do not know how I could be someone you know, as we have never met.

[echivoc]

The familiarity is rather sickening.

Are you also from Quel'Thalas?

[mc_blackheart]

Yes, I am.

[Haha, Cross, Alleria got to Molotov first! So now she knows all kinds of elf stuff. Sort of.]

[echivoc]

And your name, if I may ask?

[gotdamnit Alleria!!]

[mc_blackheart]

I do not like to give out my name. Maybe later.

[echivoc]

If you insist, Molotov.

[...then he realizes what he said. oops didn't mean to let that slip.]

[mc_blackheart]

[Except too bad for you that Molotov is a great liar and also pointlessly devoted to not having people know this shit is happening to her.

She cocks her head and blinks, looking for all the world like she doesn't know what he's talking about.]

Excuse me?

[echivoc]

[He lifts her chin and looks right at her, holding eye contact for a good minute before dropping his hand. HE REFUSES TO BELIEVE OTHERWISE!!!]

Excuse me. I have some business to attend to. Do enjoy the change of pace.

[mc_blackheart]

[So just because an elf has green eyes and red hair and an eyepatch and a Russian accent and they're wearing the elf version of her clothes, they must be Molotov? Racism! Racism, I say.

Besides, Molotov does not wear a blue headband. Explain that, Cross Marian!]

Do you normally lay hands on strangers like this?

[echivoc]

[.........

Okay, so the blue headband is a bit out of character for Molotov BUT EVERYTHING ELSE FITS, MISSY. HE DOES NOT ACCEPT YOUR FACADE!

And, to answer her question bluntly:] Yes. [Aell, more like ladies tend to lay hands on him first, but eh, what are details!? Also mmm trolling.]

[mc_blackheart]

Before you even tell them your name? Hardly the behavior of a gentleman.

[Do you know who else is a troll? That elf! I feel like everyone might be puking by the time this ends...]