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I am Cursor. The White Queen and The Selfish are other titles that I call mine. I m blind, though if you decide to provoke me, there will be some consequences to face for your unintelligent decision. It's sad how the mortals will slowly spiral into madness when there is a void in their so called 'logic' and 'physics'.((This is a roleplay blog for Cursor from Adam Rosner's Tribetwelve. We take M!A's, AU's, and anyone is welcome to message/rp.))

“High school isn’t a very important place.” ((It's so true, but yet so false. And here we are, at the starter. :3 Guess you could call it the start of a new day.))

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[[High school is bullshit.]]

{Code flinched almost violently, hand snapping out to the side to grab the trunk of the tree they were perched in so as to not fall. Their wide-eyed stare swiveled to peer at the woman not too far away, standing on the ground.

Where the Hell had she come from?

And why had she decided to just pop in while Coda was reminiscing over their school days?

          “…I-I’m sorry? Come again?”

"High school isn’t a very important place." The other replied, quirking an eyebrow. After a few seconds the other cracked a small amused grin.

"Tell me, why are you all the way up there? Are you in a tree house?" She was looking upwards in the general direction of the voice.

((Omigosh. Your face reference is so attractive. I want to lesbian with her fine face. >:3

<Warden floats down from the ceiling holding a handful of purple orchids. Lighting down gently in front of her, she stroked Cursor's cheek gently as she leaned in to whisper quietly> Your eyes... Are an ocean. <Hand the flowers to Cursor, she smirked> Your breasts, are also an ocean. [I'm not sorry in the slightest]

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"Yes, and your eyes are just the epitome of love and endearment." Cursor replied snarkily, but with no meanness intended. Her cheeks did flush slightly though. She has had sex before, but seriously, breasts are not new to her. I mean, she had a pair of her own!

"Hello, Swain."

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"Ahh~ Cursor. What a pleasant surprise."

Swain bowed theatrically and quickly grabbed her hand to plant a kiss on it, shifting the bottom of his mask a bit to do so and placing then placing it back.

"What brings a lovely lady like you here?" 

"It was probably the call of the wild." Cursor replied sarcastically after pulling her hand away. Touching was bad. "But there is this thing you could help me with, if you so wish to do so."

"Oh, I do not mind at all. What is it you need, dearest?"

He shifted his weight slightly, so that he was leaning on one more than the other. 

"Well, there is this giant sack of body parts in front of the house. I assume it’s Observer’s but the man refuses to move it. I can’t move the thing, I wouldn’t know where to put it." Cursor said, shifting slightly. It was humiliating having to ask for help, because quite honestly she could move it herself, but she was wanting to hide it as well.

"I need a pair of eyes and you were the closest. I don’t know where everyone else has run off to."

[For the dark starter sentences thingie] "Let me go!"

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"Why dear Warden?" Cursor showed her teeth off in a smile. She stared at the bound female in front of her. "I thought you liked being held."

"Well, maybe I am a god. You never know." She smiled as she bent over in pain. While the pain was registering to her body, her mind just didn’t seem to comprehend that she was getting the stuffing beat out of her.

"But alas, it seems as I am being beat up by the Warden. So maybe I’m not so godlike after all."

<Warden got bored of this quickly and tossed Cursor down to the floor, putting a foot on her back to keep her from getting up>

You stay here and think about what you’ve done. I’ll be right back.

<As extra assurance, she brought her foot down on the back of Cursor’s knee, shattering her kneecap. Then she went back to the chair she had just escape from, and gathered up the ropes>

"Oh~. You’re tying me up? How kinky Warden." Cursor snickered, feeling the ropes being tied around her person. She couldn’t exactly get up, her kneecap was shattered.

[For the dark starter sentences thingie] "Let me go!"

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"Why dear Warden?" Cursor showed her teeth off in a smile. She stared at the bound female in front of her. "I thought you liked being held."

"Would you believe it if I said that he blood looks good on you?" Cursor raised and eyebrow, panting trying to catch her breath while her ribs were digging into her lungs.

She’d heal in a few hours or so. Hopefully it would not be too painful.

I wouldn’t believe that if a god came down and whispered it in my ear.

<Laughing, Warden grabbed Cursor by the back of her dress and hefted her up to her feet. One of her hands balled into a fist, and she started repeatedly punching Cursor in the stomach, making sure to hit her in her old bullet wound as much as possible>

"Well, maybe I am a god. You never know." She smiled as she bent over in pain. While the pain was registering to her body, her mind just didn’t seem to comprehend that she was getting the stuffing beat out of her.

"But alas, it seems as I am being beat up by the Warden. So maybe I’m not so godlike after all."

[For the dark starter sentences thingie] "Let me go!"

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"Why dear Warden?" Cursor showed her teeth off in a smile. She stared at the bound female in front of her. "I thought you liked being held."

"I’d believe that." Cursor grunted, her nose was bleeding profusely, but she didn’t seem to notice or mind.

<Kicking Cursor in the back of the head, she stepped off the older woman for a little break, adjusting her jacket and hat for a moment>

Now why on Earth were you possessed to start stabbing me for no reason, hm?

<The heel of her shoe met Cursor’s ribs with a crack>

"Would you believe it if I said that he blood looks good on you?" Cursor raised and eyebrow, panting trying to catch her breath while her ribs were digging into her lungs.

She’d heal in a few hours or so. Hopefully it would not be too painful.

[For the dark starter sentences thingie] "Let me go!"

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"Why dear Warden?" Cursor showed her teeth off in a smile. She stared at the bound female in front of her. "I thought you liked being held."

"How about mine." Cursor replied back, smirking. "Nice flying thing you got going on."

I just recently got the hang of it.

<With an unnatural strength, she threw Cursor down onto the ground face-first, grinding her nose into the ground with a boot>

Personally, I like the freedom~

"I’d believe hat." Cursor grunted, her nose was bleeding profusely, but she didn’t seem to notice or mind.

[For the dark starter sentences thingie] "Let me go!"

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"Why dear Warden?" Cursor showed her teeth off in a smile. She stared at the bound female in front of her. "I thought you liked being held."

"Too late for that, you should know." Cursor giggled.

<Her eyes narrowed and she dove down to meet Cursor at eye level, a mock purr leaving her as she stroked Cursor’s cheek>

Well, at least now its my turn to play.

<Warden dug her fingers into Cursor’s shoulder and she pulled the older woman into the air>

My place or yours~?

"How about mine." Cursor replied back, smirking. "Nice flying thing you got going on."

[For the dark starter sentences thingie] "Let me go!"

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"Why dear Warden?" Cursor showed her teeth off in a smile. She stared at the bound female in front of her. "I thought you liked being held."

"Well, I was hoping, would that be too much?" Cursor shrugged, not comprehending the danger she was in. 

<Spitting at Cursor, she growled. Her hand was wiggling around in the bindings, and suddenly, she felt her fingers slide past the ropes. Something like pure, unadulterated rage seemed to bubble up inside her as she broke free, rising into the air>

You really shouldn’t have done that, you know.

"Too late for that, you should know." Cursor giggled.

[For the dark starter sentences thingie] "Let me go!"

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"Why dear Warden?" Cursor showed her teeth off in a smile. She stared at the bound female in front of her. "I thought you liked being held."

"Well, that was fun. I guess I’ll see you around dear~." Cursor snickered, walking away from the limp body to do whatever psychopathic Queens did after a kill.

<Suddenly the air thrummed with energy, beating upon Cursor’s eardrums. With a lurch and a cough, Warden jumped upright again, shuddering and gasping as the wounds on her body healed. Spitting out some blood, she hissed at Cursor, smiling>

Did you think I’d be gone forever?

<Her hands were almost free. She just needed a few seconds>

"Well, I was hoping, would that be too much?" Cursor shrugged, not comprehending the danger she was in. 

[For the dark starter sentences thingie] "Let me go!"

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"Why dear Warden?" Cursor showed her teeth off in a smile. She stared at the bound female in front of her. "I thought you liked being held."

Cursor shook her head and grinned before traveling behind Warden. She let out a sickening laugh and thrust the knife, which was stained green from all the blood, into the back of Warden’s neck.

It was a cheap shot, stabbing someone from behind. But all’s fair in love and war, especially war. 

<She let out a short shriek that was cut off by a sickening gurgling noise. Her body twitched and jerked as blackness seeped in from the corners of her vision. Panic rose in her chest as she struggled more, but having one’s spinal cord severed kind of put a damper on motor movements. Slumping forward, she sat there, gurgling for a little while before going eerily silent>

"Well, that was fun. I guess I’ll see you around dear~." Cursor snickered, walking away from the limp body to do whatever psychopathic Queens did after a kill.

[For the dark starter sentences thingie] "Let me go!"

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"Why dear Warden?" Cursor showed her teeth off in a smile. She stared at the bound female in front of her. "I thought you liked being held."

"My goal isn’t to impress." Cursor smiled, leaning in close. Her hair fell around her face, it was dingy and dirty. She plunged the knife into Warden’s stomach, twisting it around with it still impaled in the small female’s body. "It’s to teach."

She pull the knife out swiftly, watching the other’s clothes become soaked with more green blood.

<She groaned in agony, her stomach burning like it was on fire. Slumping over, she panted, trying to clear her head. Oh god that was a lot of blood. That was so much blood. Wasn’t that supposed to stay inside her? Spitting out a gob, she felt her head begin to swim>

-I’ve had worse I’ve had worse I’ve had worse I’ve had worse…-

<Chanting in her head, she sat up again, knowing she would only have mere minutes before she would pass out from blood loss. Twisting her wrists more insistently, she fought the urge to cry>

T-that all you g-g-got?

<She managed to twist her mouth into a smirk, despite choking on blood deeper in her throat>

Cursor shook her head and grinned before travelling behind Warden. She let out a sickening laugh and thrust the knife, which was stained green from all the blood, into the back of Warden’s neck.

It was a cheap shot, stabbing someone from behind. But all’s fair in love and war, especially war. 

[For the dark starter sentences thingie] "Let me go!"

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"Why dear Warden?" Cursor showed her teeth off in a smile. She stared at the bound female in front of her. "I thought you liked being held."

"Nothing, I’m after nothing." Cursor grins, "Which makes it all the easier to do this." She swung the knife across Warden’s face, cutting into her cheek. 

Hhhgnk!

<Making a strange grunt, she allowed her head to follow the path of the blade, softening the blow. For a while, she sat there, head turned away as a new trail of green began to slither down her body. Then she poked out her green tongue and removed a drop that was clinging to the corner of her mouth. Her eyes turned to Cursor and narrowed>

I still have yet to be impressed.

"My goal isn’t to impress." Cursor smiled, leaning in close. Her hair fell around her face, it was dingy and dirty. She plunged the knife into Warden’s stomach, twisting it around with it still impaled in the small female’s body. "It’s to teach."

She pull the knife out swiftly, watching the other’s clothes become soaked with more green blood.

"Hello, Swain."

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"Ahh~ Cursor. What a pleasant surprise."

Swain bowed theatrically and quickly grabbed her hand to plant a kiss on it, shifting the bottom of his mask a bit to do so and placing then placing it back.

"What brings a lovely lady like you here?" 

"It was probably the call of the wild." Cursor replied sarcastically after pulling her hand away. Touching was bad. "But there is this thing you could help me with, if you so wish to do so."

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