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Florent chuckled...darkly. "Master is a bit strong of a word," he said tentatively, crossing one leg over the other. "I'd say the two of us are on an equal footing." He fell quiet for a beat, pressing his lips together pensively. "I suppose I've already made a spectacle, so I might as well put...

Florent raised a hand, hoping to ease Kohath out of any possible anger at the question. "No, of course not. Mere curiosity on my end." He was not expecting such a backstory, however. A god, helping him escape slavery and form a kingdom? For such an apparent brute, that was quite the inspiring...

Florent let out a small “hmph” at the slip. “Not I, personally. Some of my followers, yes. Gluttony is my affinity, but it’s my partner who prefers the taste of flesh. I’m never opposed to providing as needed; some bodies are only good for meat.” He gestured to the lunala. “Yes. By her hand.”...

Florent didn’t say anything at first, instead watching the man come down from his apparent high. His greeting was just as primitive-looking as his dress, though hearing “Helixian” again next to the word “kingdom” left his ears perking up. Monarch, huh? Of a kingdom he’d never hear of, but he’d...

“The Swords of Justice,” Florent repeated. “Yes, that rolls off the tongue quite nicely. It’s mighty.” He nodded in approval. “Fear is a useful tool when it’s aimed correctly. It sounds like you’re quite familiar with that. I assume you’re rather renowned in Orre, then?” Florent narrowed his...

Damn, Florent thought as the other man began to walk over. He didn’t let his disdain show on his face, instead opting to continue with casual sips on his drink. As the man got closer, Florent could see that he was indeed taller, Armel’s height easily. Fascinating. What wasn’t fascinating was...

"I suppose I'll take that as a compliment," Florent said, indulging in another longer sip out of his. His maroon eyes flashed with a hint of mischief. "There's always a time to be reticent. But, this is a new place, and I'm two drinks in," he said in jest. The answer he got was one that he...

1.) Deathly Corpse, Mary Sue, and Villainous Team Grunt 2.) I’ll be able to make time to write 3.) Totally cool with being first

"It's not for everyone, I will give you that," Florent conceded. "I'm quite picky about it in my own right." Florent's brows raised. Whether it was out of admiration or puzzlement, he didn't let that be known. Why anybody would willingly move to Orre was beyond him, but he would give credit...

“Of course, I grew up on those stories,” Florent said. “Every educated human should be at least somewhat familar with the classics, so it’s quite disappointing to hear you find that surprising. You must be in need of better company.” Florent pursed his lips at the request, opting to finish off...

The tea had barely made it down Florent's throat when a new presence strode up beside him, opening with commentary about his choice of drink as if they were already friendly. A bold move; one that he would choose to admire. For now. The accent immediately struck him as Unovan, and he indulged...

Florent was no stranger to strange artifacts. He found home in relics of an ominous nature, so receiving the letter was more of a minor thrill than a point of confusion, or even dread. Not to mention, the combination of red and gold in the seal was a selection fit for a king; that alone had him...

Name: Florent Augustus Percival Lambourne Age: 54 Appearance: Personality: Regal, charismatic, and diabolically fiendish, Florent is no less than an intimidating presence. As both the rightful king of his world's criminal underbelly and the ruthless head of the feared secret society, Team...

Chapter 1: One in the Same Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Odette groaned as she was forcefully pulled from her slumber at the sound of her alarm clock. She didn’t know why it had been set in the first place; it wasn’t like she was getting out of bed any time soon. She’d have honestly just been...

pecha berry noun \ pe-chä ber-ē \ plural pecha berries 1: It may be used or held by a Pokémon to recover from poison. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Synopsis: She never dreamed anything like this would happen to her. It wasn't something she...

Chapter 14: The Calm Before the Shitstorm Valentin had suggested they follow him back to his apartment but realized about halfway out of his office that he was too inebriated to operate his car responsibly. So he made a call, and within ten minutes, a dark blue Mazda SUV was waiting outside...

Odette’s eyes lit up, and she released her grip on her jaws. “̶H̸u̸h̸.̸ ̷T̴h̴a̴t̴’̵s̵ ̷f̴u̸n̶n̸y̶,̴ ̶b̵e̴c̴a̸u̸s̸e̵ ̶I̶ ̴r̶e̴m̴e̷m̸b̷e̷r̵…̴Y̷O̶U̷ ̷b̸e̶i̷n̴g̵ ̴t̵h̴e̵ ̵m̴a̴r̷e̴e̴p̶.̶ ̶D̷o̷e̴s̸ ̵t̷h̶a̶t̶ ̸r̶i̵n̶g̸ ̵a̷ ̷b̴e̸l̴l̷?̸”̷

“Oh, is that how you thought of it? A little? No wonder you did such an awful job,” Odette scoffed. It was there that her jaws wriggled out of the grip of her other hand. “̶D̷o̷e̴s̶ ̷y̶o̴u̶r̵ ̸G̶O̸D̴ ̶t̸h̸i̴n̸k̶ ̷y̶o̵u̶ ̶s̶u̶c̶k̸ ̸a̷t̴ ̵y̷o̸u̸r̵ ̸j̸o̶b̵ ̸t̶o̷o̸?̶ ̶I̷ ̴b̵e̷t̴ ̸h̶e̴...

Odette visibly started at the sound of ‘Ultra Space.’ “Hang on, hang on, hang on,” she sputtered. “You can traverse Ultra Space from here? Are there Ultra Beasts in the area? Why are—“ she cut herself off to pinch her chin, dipping her head down in a moment of brief thought. “You’re sounding...

Odette stared at the electabuzz, entirely unfazed by the sparks. If anything, she was more annoyed at his assumption that this was just a standard playground spat. “The ‘hostility’,” she repeated, putting up air-quotes around the word, “comes from the fact he tried to kill me the last time we...