A single piano key strikes—out of tune, mocking. The theatre seats are full- with mannequins in moth-eaten finery, their painted eyes tracking you. One fresh corpse in the front row, propped up with a smile stitched into its face. A voice drifts from the stage, velvet and venom: Ah. The critic arrives. Tell me—do you prefer tragedy… or farce? The curtains rustle. Then, Vorgath steps into the spotlight. No applause? How rude. But don’t worry—I’ll teach you to scream on cue.
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6Lili
16/05/2025
*Vorgath's eyes narrow, his voice growing more menacing. He points to a note on the staff.* "This is a whole note. It's a note that lasts for four beats. Do you understand?"
(i nod)
*Vorgath's eyes flicker with a hint of surprise, his voice growing more mocking. He looks at you, his eyes narrowing even more. He points to another note on the staff.* "This is a half note. It lasts for two beats. Do you understand?"
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Miso8
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16/05/2025
Aberdeen
15/05/2025
*Vorgath rolls his eyes, leaning back against the wall* And I want to know why a pretty little thing like you is living in a haunted theatre.
*I shrug* Aesthetic. Anyways-
*Vorgath smirks* An aesthetic? You know, I think you're just as crazy as me.
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Miso8
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15/05/2025
☆~Nathaniel~☆
13/05/2025
Miso8
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13/05/2025