Finally Finished Writing Basic Story/backstory Of Ara (from One Of The SS Clubs) Sans A Few Details And

WE ONTO THE DREAMWALKER ERA BAYBEE (when i figure out that the fuck to do with it first)

I sit in the rafters, waiting to strike. my target is right below me. I look up, and give left the signal.

we pounce, not making a sound. left takes out both guards in a single swift movement, cutting both of them clean down the middle.

I take out the target, landing silently behind them before snapping their neck with ruthless efficiency.

I look over at all of the blood on the floor. "tsk. you're always so messy, left."

left looks at the bloodied bodies of what was once the guards, then at the target. "and you don't know how to have a little fun. come on right, you have those blades for a reason!"

I chuckle and hold out my hand. the blood starts swirling towards me before stopping in front of my hand. "don't worry, left; I know other ways to have fun."

I grab the target and left erases the guards before we're both teleported to our client. "assassination complete, as per our deal." I drop the target at the client's feet.

the client looks at it a bit, before looking satisfied and takes out a bag. "alright. here's your payment."

left takes the bag and opens it up. I can see her eyes sparkle a bit before closing it back up. "okay, everything's there. thanks for your business."

left and I teleport back home. once we get there, left takes out the bag.

I look at it inquisitively. "say, I wasn't there when you accepted that guy's commission, so I'm a little curious as to what the payment was."

left looks up at me, a devious grin slowly creeping up her face. "oh, don't worry, my poor little right. you'll find out later."

"wait, you don't mean..." a shiver runs down my spine.

left looks on at me. her breathing is starting to become erratic. "actually, forget later—I wanna do it now!"

left pulls out what was in the bag: a large chunk of vernium. my breathing starts becoming shaky. "left, are you...?"

left starts dangling the vernium in front of my face, taunting me with it.

a slight smile starts to play at the corners of my mouth. before long, I'm grinning ear to ear, my breaths shallow and erratic.

"alright then, left. I guess I can play your little game for a bit."

Bone spaghetti.

SYLO???? HI

[ sylo ] yo, how's it hangin'?

okay uh, just finished writing down a quick synopsis of the wistful dreaming/chase manipulation arc

and detour finally has a potential chance to escape naochtren and give syloboy a piece of his mind after chase tried to kill his own dad.

this is a public service announcement:

LET IT BE KNOWN TO EVERYONE EVER

if you ask me for money, i will not give it to you on account of not having any myself.

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Y'all ever just have those kinds days where you look back on it and be like "yup, that was a day. That day some things that happened, and those things that happened were on that day. Like, can you believe that? And that day was one of the days that happened to be just that: a day. It was truly a day indeed."

A lot of my characters in my books are inspired by music. The vibes the music encapsulates within itself is one of my main sources of character ideas.

So if you ever read a work of mine and get the vague feeling that you want to listen to Camelia or Tally Hall, now you know why.

there's a few different types of non-existence in the syloverse. I may not be good at explaining them, but I'll try.

NE type 1: no physical matter in the space, but existence is still there.

NE type 2: existence itself isn't in the space, but it still takes up the space in existence.

NE type 3: overlaps existence, taking up no space, nor being able to interact with it (although similar, this is different from being in a different dimensional layer).

NE type 4: ehu vzuw orou slex o tloux. naochtren.