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[fleurmortelle]

Word Association is a common word game involving an exchange of words that are associated together. The game is based on the noun phrase word association, meaning "stimulation of an associative pattern by a word" or "the connection and production of other words in response to a given word, done spontaneously as a game, creative technique, or in a psychiatric evaluation." ~ our lord and saviour wikipedia GUIDELINES ① post with your character's name & series. ② include a word of your choice and optionally the definition in the body of your comment. -- visit the random word generator if you need help! ③ other characters will reply with the first word their character associates with the one you chose. ④ continue back and forth until one of you just has to know the story behind an answer.

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[strewth]

[Scrubbing at his face,] Was good enough for me, Christ Almighty. Save me from the ankle-biters.

[shrinksense]

Why settle for less? ( quiet laughter slips through her words ) Might as well learn from the best, don’t you think?

[strewth]

[He can see what she's doing... and just how weak he is to it.]

You've the right spirit, that's for sure. [A sigh, let him stall while he's defeated by his own ego.] Why d'you wanna learn, eh?

[shrinksense]

( just as planned - alice beams. she can forgive herself for a bit of asskissing and flattery this time around. just this time! )

You could say I'm curiouser and curiouser. ( she offers a little shrug. ) You manage to do some brilliant things, you see. I would... Like to know what that's like.

[strewth]

[John chews on that. It's not the worst answer, but it's not the one he wanted, either.]

Magic's dangerous, is the thing. Starts cute and fun, and then one day, you think, that old geezer has it coming to him, and- [He snaps his fingers-] y'know just how to off with his head. See where I'm going with that?

hello hope it's okay to mesh the threads into one

[shrinksense]

That sounds just a tad too much ( Alice has to stifle a laugh; it's not that she doesn't get what he's going for: great power comes with great responsibility. In her innocence on the matter she just doesn't see herself going that far.

It could be a mistake, or maybe not. It's too early to tell. )

Besides, ( she continues, tilting her head. ) Remember when you showed me that card trick? You said you would. Are you going back on that now?

perfecto.

[strewth]

[He could say, I lied. He knows he could; he has before. But he's not ready to see that glimmer of trust and hope in her eyes-- directed at him-- fade just yet.]

Fine, fine, [he grumbles, producing a bit of string from the many pockets of his coat. He sits at the nearest cafe table, and begins tying the string to a cigarette.] We'll start with the small stuff, build up to doin' it without words and swingy string.

You know Latin? French?

[shrinksense]

Excellent. I'll try to remember everything.

( oh she would hold that against him for sure. nonetheless she follows along, sitting across from him: elbows on the table, hands folded together as she observes. )

I know a little French, ( she nods, watching his hands as he ties the string. ) Nan taught me as much. Can't say the same for Latin, but ah... I might recognize a word or two?

[strewth]

All that matters is it's a language you learned yourself. Could be Russian for all I care.

[He holds out the cigarette on a string.]

What do you want to make me do?

[shrinksense]

What if I only knew English? ( it's a fair question, she thinks, regardless of what he might say.

she reaches towards it but pauses just short of touching it; her hand remains there, but her eyes wander up from the cigarette to him and she hums quietly. )

Laugh, ( she responds simply - naively enough. ) I want to make you laugh.

[strewth]

Everyone knows the language of dreams, luv.

[He keeps the cigarette held out.]

So make me laugh.