

Drunken Escapades Deep in the twisting halls of hell, a figure was lurking or would have been, if she hadn't been loudly talking to herself.Drunken Escapades by ~Aasharu
"Unseen, the Great El hunts for the shiniest of treasures," the brown haired girl narrated as she crept melodramatically down the hallways of hell. A few nearby civilians looked at her askance, but most just shook their heads and walked away. The rumor mill had been going on about this girl, supposedly 'close' to the current Satan, and confronting her would have been more trouble than it was worth. Blissfully unaware of this, Elanna continued her search for shinies.
Wandering
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"Your ship, captain, I need a drink."
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"Your ship, captain, I need a drink."
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The Priestess
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"It's not the age, it's the mileage".
- Henry 'Indiana' Jones
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-|- La Dame de Pique -|-
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"Garde tes songes; les sages n'en ont pas d'aussi beaux que les fous!"
Baudelair "La Voix"
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Pink apples aren't real, so that means I am a figment of your imagination... You're crazy
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"That's because you're dreaming. You're in a dream within a dream within a Taco Bell within a Pizza Hut. INCEPTION!"