general texting meme

general texting meme
To kick us off with some voice testing, here's a the meme for all those gen texts, phone calls, voicemails, pictures of your cats, and whatever else your little heart can come up with, because who doesn't like a little old fashioned friendly texting. Or enemy texting, if that's more your bag.
instructions: What it says on the tin! Leave a comment with your character, any preferences, a start, absolutely nothing, or whatever you want. Run around and reply to others. Lather, rinse, repeat.
To kick us off with some voice testing, here's a the meme for all those gen texts, phone calls, voicemails, pictures of your cats, and whatever else your little heart can come up with, because who doesn't like a little old fashioned friendly texting. Or enemy texting, if that's more your bag.
instructions: What it says on the tin! Leave a comment with your character, any preferences, a start, absolutely nothing, or whatever you want. Run around and reply to others. Lather, rinse, repeat.
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That definition has yet to change.
His advances are merely words, however.
Do not trouble yourself or your friendship on my account.
Are you advocating for me to...
Engage in encounters?
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[Because really he and Eri combined still can't reign him in, but at least Okakou realizes he's harmless. The rest of it... Why does it make him uneasy? Like he could be leading her down the wrong path or making her feel like her situation isn't ideal?]
ah! i would leave that to your judgment, which i trust whole-heartedly! i'll only say just be careful with how much of your heart you give away when it comes to that.
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As a young goddess and a successor to a major god, I must account for the expectations of my peers and elders.
I had believed that an unconcerned, virginal image would suit me best.
Truthfully, I am already aware of enough whispered implications of... slatternly conduct to make me wary of fielding such flirtations casually.
I do not have the luxury to collect spouses or romantic liaisons, as a goddess.
Okakou's heart is a secondary concern to the reputation of the Sukunabikona, at best.
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if those are your priorities i won't argue, but i will have to pick up the slack concerning oka-chan's heart! i know you will be a great sukunabikona but i also want you to always be okakou as well. it makes me happy to see you sign your texts as 'okakou' with me at least!
and as a quick aside, i've had a few old acquaintances give glowing compliments about your transition into godhood. they said it's been the neatest and most bloodless transition they've seen in a long time lol.
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Don't worry, it isn't as though I ever had a lover leading up to our dealings.
I am glad.
I wouldn't have ever wanted you hurt.
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and i should be saying those sort of things to you! it's my duty as predecessor to look out for you, you know?
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No.
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Quite the opposite, I fear.
1/???
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3/3 fin
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Is everybody safe?
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THE BASTARDS THAT CALL THEMSELVES GODS AREN'T SAFE! HOW DARE THEY
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Shocked outrage.
Surely you've heard them speak flippantly of their own conquests and paramours, over the years?
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i'll see you tomorrow in the evening, if that's acceptable?
[It'll give him enough time to wring more information out of everyone and be Prepared.]
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With all due respect, I do not believe you should be left alone now.
[She's worried he's going to whip up an angry lynch mob.]
to action???
okay, i'll be waiting! be careful when traveling.
[And sure as shit, he'll be standing outside of The Hidden Moon, mouth a thin line of displeasure, arms crossed over his chest as he kept his eyes up towards the skies. If this was medieval times, he'd have on armor and two swords tucked into his sash, but since these were modern times it was in the smaller touches. His war gear now was a dark black vest with splashes of red, a red button up long sleeved shirt that was rolled to the elbows, dark black jeans, and metal plated combat boots.
When he spotted her, he only raised one hand in a subdued greeting, eyes humorless behind his glasses.]
Oka-chan, I'm glad you made it. Would you like some tea?
to action!!!
In a strange twist, while he's dressed up, she's dressed down for once in her life; instead of a fine kimono set or neat, stylish business casual, when she strides up to meet him it is in a long, knit cardigan . hastily thrown over what could be a white sundress, but is almost certainly her nightgown, modest ruffles fluttering around her calves with each quick step. Her hair sways loosely around her shoulders, and her normal towering heels click crisply against the walkway.]
Would the teapot survive the brewing, Honored Predecessor?
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He opened the door to let her in, the front of the tea house only graced by a few elderly patrons who looked like they were about to fall asleep in their seats. The back of the house, with all the Awakened and spirits, was far livelier, and Sukuna was looking to bypass that portion completely.]
It will.
[He gestured for Okakou to head up the stairs which housed their private rooms and some of their living quarters.]
Or would something stronger be better?
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If I say yes, do you plan to ply me with drink until names spill out?
[Normally, she would fall over herself to accommodate him. Normally his selfishness is either charming or selfless in truth. But for once, she has to hold firm.
It's easiest for everyone, that way.]
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[It would have been light and sing-songy if not for the fact that the smile on Sukuna's face was mostly gritted teeth. He ushered Okakou into one of the better warded private rooms, shutting the door behind them decisively.
While he wanted nothing more than to interrogate Oka-chan, he had already been indelicate in a delicate situation. He settled down in one of the cushions and started preparing the tea, careful to keep his hands steady.]
But I apologize for calling you out here so suddenly, Oka-chan. You're right, I wasn't thinking clearly.
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[She settles down across from him, tucking her skirt beneath her shins and sliding out of her cardigan. A soft sigh puffs out of her.]
...you truly never even imagined it would cross their minds?
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