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Puppet on a String Theory Vice Captain
Philosophizing Bibliophile
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2013 11:00 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2013 11:21 am
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Hans Adler The Emperor's Advisor
Hans yawned as he finally woke up from his slumber. "Time for yet another boring day..." Hans remained in his bunk for a bit, as he stared up at the ceiling for some time. It was 03:27, as the rest of this comrades were still asleep. Hans remained lost in his own thoughts, as he was wished there were something more to his life than simply remaining put in this realm that kept the quincy race safe from the dangers that lurked outside of this cold and unforgiving realm.
Sighing, Hans tried to get some more sleep before it was time for the Sternritter to get up and begin their daily obligations to the Wandenreich. However, what little sleep was left for him seemed to elude him, as Hans had a troubled mind. After hearing the recent news from the emperor himself, he had good reason to worry not only for himself, but the rest of his kind. Thankfully they didn't have to worry too much right now, as they were largely unaware of what was to come, but Hans knew well that change was coming, and not for the better...
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The Hopeless Optimist Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 7:07 pm
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ℭ𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔣 ℑ𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔬
𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝕸𝔞𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔬
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Peacefully, Christof awoke. This in itself was rather unusual; that is, the fact that he was not woken to the shouting and chaos of the rest of his comrades waking up. The Sternritter stared at the ceiling for a while, batting his long eyelashes over his eyes tiredly. It must be early, but his clock was on the floor. He couldn't here anything, but this was quite normal. The realm of the Quincy was devoid of the sounds of nature which had inspired scores of artists over the course of human history. While the Quincy slept, the world did not move. Of course, since Christof had grown up in this world, he expected nothing else; his only knowledge of Earth was from the stories of others, which probably warped the image anyway. Young Quincy grew up with nothing to keep themselves busy but through training and such stories - one couldn't very well water down or even take away such stories. Though this would all seem quite unusual to an outsider, it had become rather commonplace to Christof. Sometimes, he would muse about such things in idle hours. It made for good inspiration, though Christof fancied himself a different sort of artist than any of those who had lived in earth before.
After lying in bed for a while, Christof figured that he may as well get up and take a walk or something before the others awoke. Unfortunately for him, he had to worry about his bunk mate waking, and thus tried to first figure out how to quietly get down. Gingerly, he lowered himself over the shorter end of the bed, opposite of his bunk mate's head. The other stirred a bit, though did not awaken. Thus, Christof let himself drop, landing lightly like a cat. Hanging on the end of the bed was Christof's coat, which he shrugged on and removed a pocket watch from the right front pocket. It was just a bit before 0400, which Christof found rather remarkable considering how late he had gone to bed. Then again, with the general inactivity around the Quincy realm, it was difficult to really work hard enough to get a full night sleep. At least, this particular Quincy figured the last time he slept more than about six hours must have been about seven years ago at the height of his teenage sleeping years. For a moment, Christof simply paused, considering whether to try to get more sleep or to pull on the rest of his uniform and walk around until the others woke.
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❝If music is the sole truth, then I am the master of reality.❞
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Posted: Sat Dec 07, 2013 7:19 pm
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The Hopeless Optimist Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 08, 2013 3:16 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 08, 2013 5:30 pm
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The Hopeless Optimist Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 08, 2013 5:45 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 12, 2013 7:26 am
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ALICE ~SUPER~ GATCHAMAN !
Her black mane was spread over the covers of her bed, her vivid cinnamon eyes starred intently at the ceiling above. There was both a silence in her mind as in the barracks of the Sternritter, this silence which cradled her with its tranquility bemused her consciousness to a light sleep. It was only superficial thoughts which played in the same manner as a collection of short movies from behind the body of her physical eyes. Admits the course of her thoughts Alice found the opportunity to finally close her eyes and find some sleep, but her responsibility would have none of it; a rude alarm awake her with a startle "Holy s**t, are we under attack or something?" But her question was quickly answered by a voice which ordered the Sternritter to present themselves within the meeting hall. Racking her small hand through her black mane a few times to straighten it out, Alice finally through her legs over the bed then leaped onto her feet, "Really? That loud a** noise just to call us for a damn meeting... There better be food there or I'm gonna rip one of those cacas to shreds." Movie like a storm, her fury was felt with each step towards the appointed destination; her temper could not be tamed not contained, she was a volcano in constant awakening, ready to consume everything at any moment. She was pissed.
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Posted: Mon Jan 13, 2014 9:10 am
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Mιкα Cєιcєℓ
Mᴏᴏᴅ: neutral / Tнємє: Pieces/ Qυιηcу/ Cяσѕѕ Sтαтє: sealed
The green haired girl had been looking at the roof for hours now, bored as hell. Mika, do not paint the walls. she remembered, staring at the wall next to her. It was so white, majestic and indeed seeking color. Her red eyes already creating illusion on what could she paint on it, her imaginagion getting the best of her. She yelled in annoyance as she kept looking up. Damnit I'm stuck in this place, all quincies are out doing something and....wait a sec. HOTARUUU!! Where are you!? she yelled, hoping to hold contact with the only other quincy stuck here. She groaned even more and rolled around, seriously this whole taking care of the realm was getting on her nerves.
Hours passed and so did her patience. Long paper sheets taped on the walls were marvelous graffities were made. A small bonsai sculpture adorning the center of the barracks and finally tons and tons of poetry. She panted happily after getting rid of her artist frustration, only to realize that Hotaru hadn't appear yet. Hotaru! You here?? she yelled and sat down, worried that something could have happened to her.
O O C ↳:
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