Ninth House | Chat

[CerealKiller]

Nooo ew

[CerealKiller]

I need stuff to reply to come on wdym pOsT fIrSt

[novella]

@Kristi this freya post about to be so bad but I just want to get it out to do their interaction

[Jass]

Ooof, I had a massive argument with my bf today, so I might not be here for a day or two cause I’m just going through a lot of emotions…

[raviola]

I HAVE REPLIES TOO VRO

[eunoia]

Don’t worry about it hun, take as long as you need

[Kristi]

@Caticorn

also would have loved to be a fly on the wall when he got in trouble.”

??m whbgklwoihgefj

[novella]

what

[Kristi]

[Kristi]

@raviola
@caticorn
@allofyall COME

[Caticorn]

LMFAO

Ren and Vinnie flying the plane

[novella]

@Caticorn Jess coming next promise

[Caticorn]

Take your time, pls

I have so many replies to catch up on rn

[raviola]

ahhh wait can u send videos here? if i had known that i woulda just sent hereeee
wait actually you just sent the link to a public tt right
we should make a ninth house burner account on tiktok that we can all log into and post on lowkey

[raviola]

it def crashed in like 5 minutes

[Caticorn]

@raviola

ahhh wait can u send videos here? if i had known that i woulda just sent hereeee

Wait you didn’t know??

I def used to spam the br gen chat with TikToks

[Caticorn]

oh 100%

they never stood a chance

[eunoia]

Wrong rp

[Caticorn]

Lol

[Kristi]

@CerealKiller

Or is the spotlight simply too addictive to resist?”

too addictive I fear

@CerealKiller

But instead of a magical door materialising as they hoped, a piece of paper appeared before them.

damn yall dying /j

@CerealKiller

. “We need to find a door… but not a literal one.”

where tf we finding that

@CerealKiller

Arya murmured, her voice echoing softly in the alcove. “We need to find a door… but not a literal one.” Her gaze flickered to Amani, her expression resolute despite the tremors of uncertainty that gripped them both. “In a room of mirrors, not all reflect… it’s metaphorical.”

Arya’s gaze swept across the alcove, searching for any sign of the elusive glass that held the key to their escape. The dim light filtering through the cracks in the walls offered little clarity, casting elongated shadows that seemed to dance with malevolent intent. Drawing on her magic once more, Arya extended her hand, summoning a soft glow that bathed the alcove in a gentle light.

“Glass… glass…” Arya muttered to herself. The dim light from her earlier spell flickered faintly. Her eyes fell on the surface of her watch, where the light reflected back at her in a glinting pattern. “Glass…” Arya murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, her gaze fixated on the reflection “It’s not about the glass in the room, but another mirror-”, she turned to Amani, her expression determined despite the lingering fear. “Amani, it’s not physical glass we’re looking for. It’s a mirror, one that doesn’t reflect like the others do. It’s the mirror that holds the key.”

The roar of the approaching monster spurred Arya into action. With a quick glance around, she spotted a corridor leading deeper into the illusions. “Come on,” she urged, grabbing Amani’s arm firmly. “We need to find that mirror. Trust me on this.” Arya led the way, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and adrenaline as they navigated through the labyrinth of shadows and illusions, searching for the elusive mirror that might hold the key to their escape.

Arya murmured, her voice echoing softly in the alcove. “We need to find a door… but not a literal one.” Her gaze flickered to Amani, her expression resolute despite the tremors of uncertainty that gripped them both. “In a room of mirrors, not all reflect… it’s metaphorical.”

Arya’s gaze swept across the alcove, searching for any sign of the elusive glass that held the key to their escape. The dim light filtering through the cracks in the walls offered little clarity, casting elongated shadows that seemed to dance with malevolent intent. Drawing on her magic once more, Arya extended her hand, summoning a soft glow that bathed the alcove in a gentle light.

“Glass… glass…” Arya muttered to herself. The dim light from her earlier spell flickered faintly. Her eyes fell on the surface of her watch, where the light reflected back at her in a glinting pattern. “Glass…” Arya murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, her gaze fixated on the reflection “It’s not about the glass in the room, but another mirror-”, she turned to Amani, her expression determined despite the lingering fear. “Amani, it’s not physical glass we’re looking for. It’s a mirror, one that doesn’t reflect like the others do. It’s the mirror that holds the key.”

The roar of the approaching monster spurred Arya into action. With a quick glance around, she spotted a corridor leading deeper into the illusions. “Come on,” she urged, grabbing Amani’s arm firmly. “We need to find that mirror. Trust me on this.” Arya led the way, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and adrenaline as they navigated through the labyrinth of shadows and illusions, searching for the elusive mirror that might hold the key to their escape.

fren you repeated