Recent content by Indigo Knight

As the last few people trickled out of the restaurant, Kyle sighed and picked up his laptop. He was only slightly ticked that he had goten nowhere with anything he'd set out to do that day. Both with his searches, and figuring out what the hell the dude had been talking about when he'd first sat...

Kyle rolled his eyes at Gideon's comment regarding his living situation. "Eh. I'd take it over some of the places I've lived. And I ain't a kid." He did have the sense to not retort what he was actually thinking as he shrugged at the room. He lifted the plastic water bottle, grimacing at the...

Kyle watched the exchange, a bit perturbed at his own question being ignored. When Ashley snapped at Gideon after he asked about going into town like a teenager asking to borrow a car, he snorted softly into the water bottle Will had set down. He definitely didn't envy the wrath brought by...

As the conversations around him wound down, Kyle would be lying if he said he wasn't disappointed. He was hoping to overhear more regarding whatever Will was talking about. He set his fork down, noting that while his breakfast was gone, he had next to no idea what it even was, too busy people...

Kyle gave a soft sigh that was borderline a groan of annoyance as he was directed to a different table. He snapped his laptop shut, ignored the table indicated, and simply shifted closer to the group he was eavesdropping on, staying on the bench he'd claimed earlier. "I'd rather gouge my eyes...

Kyle emerged from his room, a can of purple monster, his last can, half empty in his hand, a laptop under his arm, and cracked to hell phone in his other hand. He texted rapidly, switching from one conversation to another as his expression turned more frustrated by the second. Finally he shoved...

Zee snarled in disgust as rancid blood splattered on not only their shoes, but also their face. Their pendent snagged on a nearby zombie's hand, cracking it and revealing their wings underneath their shirt. Reaching back behind them, Zee tore their wings free from the fabric, using them as a...

Zee took a steadying breath, lightly tossing the denim-encased rock, testing the weight. It was about the size as a baseball, lighter than they were used to, but it would have do. Zee pulled their arm back and hurled the projectile around the feet of the nearest zombie, pulling them down. The...

Zee nodded slightly at Bran's statement. "I'll link it to you. I figured I'd try a different recipe than usual 'cause I forgot to grab some of my usual spices. Or I could copy it onto a card if you'd prefer." Suddenly, a cat jumped on the table, nearly knocking Zee's plate to the ground. "Oi...

Zee flushed lightly at the praise their cooking gained. They weren't used to compliments on their food, having only really cooked for and with family. "Thanks." Zee watched the two bounce collaboration ideas between themselves, opting to resume eating seeing as they had no skills useful in this...

Zee was grateful that they weren't pushed the topic. A lifetime of being told to hide their supernatural nature, especially by those who weren't any type of supernatural, had left Zee feeling they'd crossed a line with just that one sentence. Usual shirts didn't accommodate for Zee's wings, and...

Despite his plans to leave in the morning, Kyle somehow got roped into staying far past what he'd intended. In all honesty, it was nice to stay in one place for longer than a day and a half. Even if he had no idea where he fit in here. He wondered if the other inhabitants noticed he'd been...

Zee grinned widely, the corners of their eyes crinkling as the mostly genuine smile gained a mischievous glint. "You crochet? My aunt does too. She makes these creepy ass dolls that would give anyone nightmares. I could... Nevermind. I don't ever want to see those stupid things. Forget I said...

Once Zee had deposited their bag into a chair next to the one summoned for Bran, they set off for the table. Zee gathered a decent amount of food on their plate and flopped into a seat next to Bran after carefully placing the plate down. On top of the slightly teetering pile of essentially...

Zee watched as people started trickling into the potluck, giving an enthusiastic wave at Strunmir before giving the woods a pointed glare and childishly sticking their tongue out. It was blue from a pushpop they had earlier. Zee could keep a grudge for at least a decade, just ask their 8th grade...