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Well the good news is that I have time travel abilities (12 Monkeys). The uh... bad news is the last game I played is Papa's Freezeria. Coolest abilities ever and I get to use them as a neglected fast food employee with the responsibility of a milkshake shop dumped on them. Yaaaaayyyyyy...

Can't join, but I appreciate seeing it around I unfortunately never got very far in the podcast itself but had a blast seeing all the neat YouTube content on it!

As Persephone halted him in favour of presenting her pinky, Draven's reaction was about as could be expected, perplexed and making every effort to understand what Persephone was trying to get from him. "Pinky... promise." He repeated slowly, as if testing the words' weight. "The very highest...

The apology came abruptly, brief as it was sudden. Though Persephone's tone was gentle, it still seemed to shock Draven. Not that he didn't appreciate it, but he had silently assumed they would spend the rest of their day of travel wrapped in that strange pact of silence and irritation. He had...

Draven's brow dropped, expression unamused when Persephone rejected his offer, but it snapped to shock as, quite literally on Persephone's first step down the hill, she began tumbling head-over heel like... well, frankly like the flaming tumbleweeds he recalled from his past; with her small...

Much like Persephone, Draven wasn't a particularly great sleeper either. Much of his night was spent staring at the grass, the starry skies, or the final dying embers of the fire. By the time the morning came, he had finally managed some sleep, up until... "GH-HAGH!" He sputtered out, all of a...

Congrats on MotM @Kaiju Cat !

Here's a thread I found that could help, as well! https://www.rpnation.com/threads/quotev-survivors.543418/#post-11934949

What happened with Quotev? Would someone mind filling me in?

Despite every attempt at tact Draven had made, there he was, watching Persephone march away on her own. At first, it stoked an ember of his frustration again, a glare boring in her direction. He breathed in deeply, then out through his mouth in a sigh, before leaning forward and pinching the...

For just a second, Draven believed he'd put to rest any talk about his origins. So when Persephone not only brought it up again, but claimed him lucky, he paused. The look upon his face as he stared in shock was distinctively hurt. As if she'd taken his very vulnerability and ran a knife through...

Draven's alarm returned when Persephone began to suffer another episode of something he couldn't identify... not that he was particularly good at identifying anything in this world. One thing he was familiar with, however, was her distress. The helplessness. He wasn't sure what to call it, but...

As Persephone changed the subject to her fingers, Draven's attention followed, letting his morose outlook fall into obscurity. Even after she hid her hands away, he made no attempt at hiding his curiosity, hanging on where she tucked them beneath her cloak as if able to see through. Still, there...

Draven had closed his eyes by the time Persephone finally broke the silence again. Even then, he seemed far from relaxed, still sitting up and alert, as evidenced by how his eyes opened almost immediately when Persephone addressed him, settling on her heavily. He didn't react straight away...

I don't know how a song about Christ somehow became the quintessential renaissance/medieval fantasy theme song, but it regularly makes me very happy. <3

As Persephone spoke on, the discomfort between the two from their odd encounter began to subside. Draven figured to himself that he didn't need to ask her for more information. He didn't need to know. He'd made it that far without knowing, and another night wouldn't kill him. Everyone was...

The alarm in Draven that came from spotting Persephone's strange, glowing fingers wasn't enough to deter him. In fact it was subtle enough that for a second, he questioned whether or not what he was seeing was real, continuing to look bewildered and tense for the moments afterwards it took her...

When Persephone inquired about the fish, Draven's eyebrows flicked up in acceptance that it was, in fact, done. Perhaps even a little singed around the edges, but otherwise the heavy scent of cooked meat wafted up pleasantly from its flesh. He removed the skewer from over the fire and rustled...