He was still blissfully unaware of his true feelings.
Perhaps it was because Erebus was utterly naive on the subject of romance. Perhaps it was because he had a low sense of self esteem and never thought that someone would fancy him.
Perhaps.
When he took her in his arms and they swayed to a beautifully slow song crooning about the helplessness about falling in love, it almost seemed to register in her mind. Almost.
As quickly as the thought had came, he had shaken it away.
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My character's username: HadesKnight My character's level: 12 Character's HP: 30 Current party: Current Guild:The White Rose Garrison Location: Small IC description of character:RABBIT
Mortia remained a quietly stoic lump underneath three quilts. The door clicked closed behind [Fang], shutting out the amiable noise of four parents and two more sisters chattering over dinner in the narrow dining room down the rickety stairs. The tray weighed heavy in [his] hands. He set it on the table beside the lower bunk of the beds they slept in and turned on the cheerful little skull lamp. "Hey. I brought you dinner. Soup and spider toast."
Mortia peered out from under the blankets, then slipped her hands out to sign, I don't want dinner.
"Okay. I'll eat it then."
I mean I don't want dinner NOW, and Mortia's small face crinkled into a scowl. It's mine, don't eat my dinner.
"Okay. It's gonna get cold."
I don't care, and Mortia's face and hands disappeared under the tattered velvet edge of the quilt on the bottom of the pile.
[Fang] changed shapes and jumped up onto the bed. The lump under the blankets shifted grumpily. [He] ignored the wordless protest to settle [himself] along the wall, a long fluffy line of canid, and rested his chin on his forelegs, guarding. You were not really supposed to have a favorite sibling, but [Fang] would stay all night to guard Mortia from nightmares.
MY STATS
My character's username: Dark★Fang My character's level: 3 Character's HP: /30 Character's Job Class: Caterpillar Current party: - Current Guild: - Location: Small IC description of character: Short male with very pale skin, short messy black hair, and red eyes. He has a red stripe painted on each cheek and one down his nose, and has a white wolf tail and ears. A glowing blue halo circles his head. His Caterpillar cloak is blue and his armor is silver. Character journal:Log
He hardly helped out others just because he wanted a favor in return.
He did it without even thinking, just like when Xiu had collapsed in front of him and he had very gently helped her up and propped her against his back. He hadn't even known her for long. He hadn't even known if they would ever see each other again.
So when he did bump into her again, and they laughed for ages after she had rolled down a hill after him, he found that he was glad for it.
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My character's username: HadesKnight My character's level: 12 Character's HP: 30 Current party: Current Guild:The White Rose Garrison Location: Small IC description of character:RABBIT
His sister was over a hundred years older than he was. They had never been particularly close, though she hadn't deliberately looked down on him either. It was a lack of common interests that kept them apart in the beginning, and her choice of a husband that did it after that. Even though he had only ever really interacted with her at family gatherings, Tel felt an unmistakable change when she'd met Duran. At least, in the end, he'd gotten a decent nephew out of the exchange.
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2. Loss
Punchy's Stats
My character's username: PunchyMcShutup My character's level: 6 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Gryphon Current Party: Current Guild: Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC description of character: Punchy is a red-haired, green-eyed, perpetually frowning pirate who nearly always looks like he has better things to do than talk to you. (He doesn't.) His Gryphon-issued eye patch is pushed up onto his forehead because 'screw that one-eyed crap,' and he wears the default color scheme for his class, partly because he doesn't know how to change it and partly because it already looks badass. He also has a second set of translucent pink arms growing out of his back, but when he's not fighting they tend to just wave around and give people the finger. Character journal:x
Roch. A nice senior at Amityville. A boil with a motorcycle. But also an invitation to lunch.
Those are the first pieces of this particular memory. A lunch not-quite-date. All for cinnamon rolls. But he invited her, paid for her, and talked about the Academy with her. it had been kind of him. Something like a sibling's kindness. even if she was picked out by chance as an alibi she had enjoyed the companionship. And the food.
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 7:37 am
He'd learned so much from the oddest places and the oddest people over the years since he'd gotten out from under his father's roof. He had always held his uncle up as some mythical creature, mostly because he didn't take Duran's s**t, but now West knew he didn't have to take it either. That knowledge didn't make uncle Tel seem any less cool.
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3. Wisdom
Punchy's Stats
My character's username: PunchyMcShutup My character's level: 6 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Gryphon Current Party: Current Guild: Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC description of character: Punchy is a red-haired, green-eyed, perpetually frowning pirate who nearly always looks like he has better things to do than talk to you. (He doesn't.) His Gryphon-issued eye patch is pushed up onto his forehead because 'screw that one-eyed crap,' and he wears the default color scheme for his class, partly because he doesn't know how to change it and partly because it already looks badass. He also has a second set of translucent pink arms growing out of his back, but when he's not fighting they tend to just wave around and give people the finger. Character journal:x
From the way he punched the mirror when he realized they were gone, one might have thought that there was passion there, a real depth of feeling. From the way he'd cried, it was easy to think that he grieved. Those assessments were right in their own ways, especially once he had been given time to think. When he had first noticed that they were gone, however, when he was displaying such passionate reactions to the absence of those marks he'd held dear, he felt nothing at all.
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i wanted to stick to my rolls, but i did hope already and i'm not feeling it today so: 17. Empty
Punchy's Stats
My character's username: PunchyMcShutup My character's level: 6 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Gryphon Current Party: Current Guild: Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC description of character: Punchy is a red-haired, green-eyed, perpetually frowning pirate who nearly always looks like he has better things to do than talk to you. (He doesn't.) His Gryphon-issued eye patch is pushed up onto his forehead because 'screw that one-eyed crap,' and he wears the default color scheme for his class, partly because he doesn't know how to change it and partly because it already looks badass. He also has a second set of translucent pink arms growing out of his back, but when he's not fighting they tend to just wave around and give people the finger. Character journal:x
The world was surreal around him. It was not real, it couldn't be real. If it were true, there wouldn't be pink flowers in his room. There wouldn't be such bright Get Well cards on the table next to the bed, and the sun outside the window wouldn't be so bright and warm. Why did it have to be so bright?
Outside should have been dark. Misty and sad, with light rain falling like in a movie, the streetlights gently reflected off the wet world in a cold caress. It would have felt real then, that pain in his heart. His dad would have been there in the gloomy room to hold his hand, and tell him the news himself. He would have said his mom was somewhere better now, and that they had to be strong, because she wouldn't want to see them crying…
But he had been surrounded by strangers, his numb mind prodded gently by doctors and therapists, in this bright, sunny room. It couldn't be real.
MY STATS
My character's username: Trex2000 My character's level: 2 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Dormouse Current party: None Current Guild: None Location: Small IC description of character: Trex2000 is a mid-height teen with dark hair, light eyes, and freckles, wearing the default dormouse outfit. He looks very confident, but he can be shaken out of it easily. Character journal:Here
The boy was startled by the low, rumbling voice in his mind. Jökul. The creature rarely spoke to him, even the laughter like a far off avalanche was infrequent. But he repeated without question. Again. He swung the sword in a fluid motion, hefting it above his right shoulder, and swinging it down to the left of his body.
He turned the blade and swung it back, it's cutting edge making another sweep through the air. One more turn brought it up to it's initial position, and he brought it back down as before. Fluid. Let it move the way it will move, smooth and organic. Swing, turn and lift, swing. Again, turn and lift, swing. He let his mind clear as he focused on the motions.
There was a rumble of approval.
MY STATS
My character's username: Trex2000 My character's level: 2 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Dormouse Current party: None Current Guild: None Location: Small IC description of character: Trex2000 is a mid-height teen with dark hair, light eyes, and freckles, wearing the default dormouse outfit. He looks very confident, but he can be shaken out of it easily. Character journal:Here
The air was cold, it stung his nose even through the thick scarf. Moist breath fogged up the air in front of him. Hands stuffed in his pockets, ear tips red with cold, he had no concern for the Canadian weather surrounding him. Sometimes he imagined his mother telling his ten year old self to make sure he wore his hat. He hadn't worn a hat since, he could never keep track of them. He would have lost it within a week.
The bus would have gotten him home just as easily, and he could have stayed comfortable inside the school building as he waited, but it never came on time. He could make it home faster this way. His athleticism ended at the speed of a quick walk, snow crunching under his boots. The sidewalks hadn't been shovelled yet, it was hard work for his scrawny legs, starting to feel numb from cold already. But it would all be okay, it took longer than this to get frostbite on a bright, windless day like this one.
Breaking into a run, he crossed the snowy lawn and let himself into the house. Coat and scarf and boots were pulled off with haste. Numb toes and fingers would have time to thaw as he avoided the living room where his dad usually sat, and dashed up the stairs to his own bedroom.
The soft hum of fans starting up, the static of the screen, and the fast typing on a keyboard. The boy pulled on a headset, and got comfortable on the pillows beside the bed. Controller was ready and waiting.
"Okay guys, I'm in! What are we hunting today?"
MY STATS
My character's username: Trex2000 My character's level: 2 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Dormouse Current party: None Current Guild: None Location: Small IC description of character: Trex2000 is a mid-height teen with dark hair, light eyes, and freckles, wearing the default dormouse outfit. He looks very confident, but he can be shaken out of it easily. Character journal:Here
Sap had gotten lost again and had followed the irresistable call of the lake once more. She dreaded it, but she could not break away, and soon found herself staring at her reflection in the cool water again.
No...
Not her reflection.
Something else...
MY STATS
My character's username: Maple_Syrup My character's level: 9 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Cat Current party: NA Current Guild: NA Location: Where applicable, if you are in another zone. Small IC description of character: Maple Syrup is a woman with woody skin and orange fall leaves everywhere. Her eyes and mouth have a yellowish glow to them. Also, she has retractable glowy blue claws and a lovely tail, thank you cheshire cat!
"Hey, can I help you?" Yes he could, thought Sap, because she needed a lot of help. New school, not the one she wanted, new class with people she hadn't met before, not that she had met many people at all in the short time she had been moving and thinking and living. "Here, let me show you around." If Sap could blush, she would have blushed. He was a nice Zombie, handsome in a rotting way. He led her around the school and she fell in love with him. But he was taken. Kind, but taken. By another ghoul...
There was once a time when Yvette would scour the night sky day after day in the hope of locating a falling star that she could peg her wishes upon. She wished that her mother was with them so they could have a complete family. She wished that Hywel would just look her way and see her for the ghoul that she was instead of avoiding her as if she was the harbinger of death and destruction. More than anything, she wished that she was loved. But that was a long long time ago and she had since then all but given up hope that any of these would ever have a chance of being realised.
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My character's username: SugarPuss My character's level: 8 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Cat Current party: None Current Guild: None Location: ? Small IC description of character: A doe-eyed petite female with ashen grey skin and raven black tresses done up in a loose side braid. Her eyes are amber in colour and she dons a sky blue coat as well as a scarf and stockings that are black with green stripes. Character journal:Here
Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 7:56 am
Happiness
Her Zombie friend took her to a cake place once, the best-friend-she-loved-but-who-was-taken. Sap had never had cake, but she loved it. Of course she would. She loved sweet things. She was a sweet thing. Her very life force was sweet.
He was her friend for so long, but then he graduated. Not Amityville. His ghoulfriend was her friend too. Sap wasn't jealous. Maybe a little sad, but not jealous.
She and the other ghoul had fun too. They ate cake and candy and chocolate, delicious, imported from the human world, and had lots of fun. But then she graduated too.
There was a room in the house that Hywel always kept cleaned and perfectly maintained as a part of him still clung onto the past and its associated memories. It was apparently her mother's study room when she was still alive. Yvette remembered the days when she would sneak into the room as a young ghoul, curious as to how her mother was like and if she bore any physical resemblance to her at all. She would go through whatever she could get her tiny hands on - unlocked drawers, letters, pictures, just about anything that looked like it might give her an inkling of an idea. She couldn't quite believe her eyes when she finally found a yearbook back from when her mother met her father at Amityville Academy. It was almost as if they were peas borne from the same pod.
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My character's username: SugarPuss My character's level: 8 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Cat Current party: None Current Guild: None Location: ? Small IC description of character: A doe-eyed petite female with ashen grey skin and raven black tresses done up in a loose side braid. Her eyes are amber in colour and she dons a sky blue coat as well as a scarf and stockings that are black with green stripes. Character journal:Here
My character's username: PunchyMcShutup
