[HGW EVENT] GRAVEYARD POST

[gordianknots]

HOLY GRAIL GRAVEYARD

The post for everyone who is now out of the event to hang back, snark, and generally bs as we hit the final stride.

You don't have to be dead to participate either, but it helps.

Comments

[neverbeamemory]

Stop...don't you dare....

[Nope. She's holding it in, it's going to explode. Sephiroth narrows eyes.]

I'll put you in the next afterlife if you let that laugh out.

[provenworth]

........

[Oh Odin dammit, Sephiroth. Or, shall she call you Sir BuzzKillington? Look, she can play nice and swallow that laugh. Whether or not she makes it home before falling over laughing it another story.]

All right. All right. I'm not laughing. I'm not laughing...

[neverbeamemory]

[Eyebrow raised. He's not convinced.]

Yes you are...

[provenworth]

[Head shake and another hard swallow.]

Nope. No laughter here.

[A heartbeat later]

Did the arrows leave any pink reside on your leather?

[SORRY NOT SORRY SHE HAD TO ASK]

[neverbeamemory]

[NOW HE'S GOT TO LOOK FOR IT!

Despite the pockmarks, Sephiroth raises his wing slightly and peers around and down at himself. There better not have been-]

[provenworth]

[OH SHIT THAT'S IT SHE CAN'T HOLD IT IN ANY LONGER.]

It's a joke! A joke! [She's choking on her laughs trying so hard to not because he looked] You're fine - I don't see any pink.

[neverbeamemory]

[If he could blush more than the slightest twinge of pink mostly hidden by faint freckles it's likely he'd be bright red. He sets his jaw against Elena's laughter.]

Hi-larious Elena. Really mature.

[provenworth]

[EVERYBODY LOOK AT THIS SHE MADE THE MOST DANGEROUS MAN IN ALL OF GAIA BLUSH!! THIS IS THE BIGGEST VICTORY SHE NEEDS A CELEBRATORY DRINK.

A hand wipes at the tears that threatened to form at the corner of her eyes from laughing, giving a few more chuckles before finally being able to speak.]

Oh lighten up. Its not a big deal.

[Hold on. Something is amiss.]

You undid your braid. [Grumpgrumphuff] I told you to keep it that way until the event was over.

[neverbeamemory]

[Good luck drinking when you're dead, Elena.

He looks away, folding arms again.]

You are no longer my Master Elena, I do what I want from now on.

[provenworth]

[Its not like she's got a hole in her throat. The booze will make it down to the stomach at least. Only once its there it'll pour out from her wound.]

'From now on'? You and I both know you pretty much did whatever you wanted during the whole event. I was just barely able to keep you in check.

[neverbeamemory]

[Gross.]

I hope you learned a valuable lesson in that.