The Harlequin went into town. A deadly man in tights.
Got medieval on some dudes and leapt into the night.
Harlequin will tear it up, the Harlequin is sneaky. Fills his victims up with fear, because he looks so freaky.
The Harlequin jumped off a roof and landed in a crowd. Before they had a chance to laugh, he took the suckers out.
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Finally dropping Cahin.
Sorry, folks. I’ve hogged him up way too long and done nothing with him. Time to drop my first RP character qwq
Will still be on as Micheletto though. Love you guys <3
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mourir-en-riant:
circus-freak-cahin:
ooc/ ngl i totally saw that in slow-motion
(( was there happy violin music ))
ooc/ there was
it was glorious
oscar-worthy i say
(( /single manly tear ))
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@mourir-en-riant
ooc/ ngl i totally saw that in slow-motion
(( was there happy violin music ))
yesterdayson asked: Mister Cahin!! *pads toward him, arms outstretched*
Ah, mon petit frère.
*grabs the child as he runs towards him and lifts him into the air*
mourir-en-riant:
borgia-duchess:
Okay, I’m going against my fathers order now, but this isn’t working, he is not here and neither is my brother.
Cahin, Caha! I have work for you! And for the other agents too!
Aha! Do tell!
*pops up behind Caha*
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mourir-en-riant:
Pfft. Just about everything is dull right now. The city’s dull, work is dull— Patron is gone, no contracts. I’m bored out of my wits, and it’s incredibly annoying. /sighs
*groans* The first contract I had received in months involved children. Not my idea of a good time…
Mmh… We need to find a hobby.
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mourir-en-riant:
circus-freak-cahin:
mourir-en-riant:
circus-freak-cahin:
I’m not exactly like most people, am I? *pulls himself inside and lands in a heap on the floor, breathless from the climb* You look boring today.
Not quite, no. /sits back down, looking at him, shaking her head with a smile/ Then I look the way I feel, at least.
*grumbles and tips up his mask to rub his face* Then we feel the same way.
/stands up and sits down on the floor, right next to him, then gently pokes him in the belly/ Qu’est-ce qui ne vas pas?
*peeks at her through his fingers and offers a halfhearted smile, huffing a sigh* Oh, everything… The usual. *reaches out and squishes her face* Et tu, ma petit soeur? I hate to see you looking so dull.
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