Recent content by Everleigh Ebersol

Everleigh laughed, turning her back to Henk for a moment to survey her items as he spoke. “I’ve played fair plenty of times.” Everleigh said, honest. “Most of the time I play fair, actually. Even with the games I have created, I have lost. If I never lost, no one would ever come, right? But...

Alistair looked like shit. Everleigh was certain that she didn’t look much better. To be fair to Alistair, her plan did involve him being the main attacking source, allowing her to lay down her series of traps and set up the final blow. It had been risky for the both of them. Somehow, just like...

Everleigh raised a violet brow. Now, as much as she gloated in her far more impressive IQ fixed with her eidetic memory and hyperthymesia, there were times Drastus said something and she had no clue where he got it from. She wasn’t sure if it was because he had come much later into the academy...

There was a slight shrug from the purple initiate, her smirk filtering into a easy-going grin. “I haven’t been caught in the act yet.” Keyword there. Everleigh never let her paranoid fade away, even so close to graduation, even after the revolution. She was constantly alert no matter how aloof...

Everleigh couldn’t believe that she was still on kitchen duty. Ugh. How lame. Stepping into the large kitchen, she was surprised to see a familiar face. Drastus. He was here, too? Interesting, it seemed neither of them had some big and fancy mission to go on. Wonderful, now they could suffer in...

[FATE thread // dialogue focused thread please c: I’m trying to get into a habit of writing shorter posts!] Everleigh looked around the room, her games all set up. It was a free period and it was often this time that she would get her visitors. Initiates she hardly cared for or the occasional...

“Yeah. Just peachy..” Everleigh said, her chest heaving. Her violet eyes watched the eels, darting between them and the cult-goddess as well. “Luckily for you, Al, I always have a few ideas.” Everleigh felt like she could barely stand, her entire body was shaking from the strain and the...

Leave it up to Zael for a wonderfully spectacular performance. The only thing that would have made it better would be if Elias was there to view such a thing. Sometimes he could be a rather surprising individual, Everleigh wasn’t sure if he’d be pissed off, indifferent with a roll of his eyes...

Miklan continued to beam after Zael, if he seemed confident then the boy would be confident in the plan— even if the entire family seemed taken aback by Everleigh’s demands. Dimitri and Kelly had grown rather quiet after Mathias’ outburst, and neither proctor p nor Everleigh were trying to do...

Fodder? Pawns? Not worth his time or his rancid breath? Well now he was actually making her mad. “Fuck you.” Everleigh hissed out as he dragged the tip of his blade over her. Plan A was a bust, she knew it when he pressed the tip into the side of her ribs. Everleigh braced herself, still...

Zael’s laughter was infectious. All at once, Everleigh hated yet adored that undeniable aspect of Zael, to brighten any darkness with just a smile. Right now, she was laughing along with him, all because he was laughing; so somehow her brain had decided that now her diaphragm would spasm while...

Miklan was conflicted, or as conflicted as any five year old could get. He looked longingly after his father, and didn’t look away until Zael had brought him to attention. The boy looked up at Zael with big, confused eyes. “Why do you need ten?” He asked. A simple question, but one that caused...

“If you think you can handle one of my kicks than I’d enjoy a friendly little spar with you, tough guy.” Everleigh retorted to Gaage, completely missing what Zael had said. She could guess what it was, something cheeky about him and how he was a sight to behold, she was sure. The boys naming...

Embarrassing thing to happen on a mission? Everleigh looked a bit perplexed as she tried to figure out the question. Shame had, for the most part, been beaten out of her. She had to be ready to strip down at a moment’s notice and pee on something in front of a crowd if it was needed of her. Her...

Mathias listened to Zael. He didn’t nod his head or look away, his brown eyes on Zael like a hyper-fixated herd dog. There was silence. Even Miklan had stopped eating, fidgeting about in his seat as if he were about to get a stern talking to. Dimitri had placed his silverware down completely and...