I've done nothing wrong
Except for all the atrocities
Except for all the atrocities
Unbeknownst to Zavien, he’d given Melita just enough information to be an absolute shit. And while it meant suspicion would immediately be pinpointed upon her, and all the havoc she’d been descending upon Stormbreak recently, at least none of it was dangerous. Just a little bit of fun.
Initially her plan had been to surround Koa’s entire home with the stuff – but come to find out, he lived in the barracks, and so, the Honeybee opted to simply occupy the whole of the building itself. No one could say she didn’t adapt to necessary alterations, even if the purpose was chaos and nothing else.
So she’d made the purchases in other regions – and it’d been a collective construct over several days to snag and grab everything she’d wanted. There were balloons from every range of possibilities; small and little, big and overwhelming to the point where one might think them capable of popping at any moment, and then the examples of wilds and kingoms alike. Some ducks sprinkled in, but probably meant for baby showers, Halovian luxere and frost foxes printed on sides, Torchline palms elongated on twists and turns, cartoonish depictions of deities (and she made sure to find one with gigantic Ludos for good measure), King’s End unicorns, and Hollowed Grounds fires.
Now placing them required extreme execution – under the cover of night, and in her invisibility. And gods it’d taken forever. She’d had to wait out guards and recruits. People lingering around asking questions. Citizens wanting assistance. Gods. Eventually, she’d managed to place every single one in the surroundings of the lower levels – then had to wait again, on the rooftop, as others began to scurry below.
With several outcries, like ”The fuck is this?”
Initially her plan had been to surround Koa’s entire home with the stuff – but come to find out, he lived in the barracks, and so, the Honeybee opted to simply occupy the whole of the building itself. No one could say she didn’t adapt to necessary alterations, even if the purpose was chaos and nothing else.
So she’d made the purchases in other regions – and it’d been a collective construct over several days to snag and grab everything she’d wanted. There were balloons from every range of possibilities; small and little, big and overwhelming to the point where one might think them capable of popping at any moment, and then the examples of wilds and kingoms alike. Some ducks sprinkled in, but probably meant for baby showers, Halovian luxere and frost foxes printed on sides, Torchline palms elongated on twists and turns, cartoonish depictions of deities (and she made sure to find one with gigantic Ludos for good measure), King’s End unicorns, and Hollowed Grounds fires.
Now placing them required extreme execution – under the cover of night, and in her invisibility. And gods it’d taken forever. She’d had to wait out guards and recruits. People lingering around asking questions. Citizens wanting assistance. Gods. Eventually, she’d managed to place every single one in the surroundings of the lower levels – then had to wait again, on the rooftop, as others began to scurry below.
With several outcries, like ”The fuck is this?”
the honeybee
Besides that
I'm innocent
I'm innocent
