╔════════════════════════════════╣╠════════════════════════════════╗"Even though they know their prayers would never reach the faraway places."
"Nevertheless, people still sing their screaming of chaotic fates."Verzweiflung och Förtvivlan mit viel Betrübnis und MelankoliP ʀ ᴏ ғ ɪ ʟ ᴇ 2nd Wizard Saint ~ God of Chaos
Prisoner of The Abyss
The Celestial Dragon
Fairy Tail Guildmaster
Cᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ: "No one of particular interest."Wʜᴇʀᴇᴀʙᴏᴜᴛs: At one of the tables, near the window. Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs: "I wonder if anyone I know will show up."Eᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ Sᴛᴀᴛᴇ: Calm, curious, hungry, happy Mᴀɪɴ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ: FlowertoneEᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ: Blooming Flowers in the Empty SkyBᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ: Stand UnrivaledCᴏᴍᴇʙᴀᴄᴋ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ: Big Blast Sonic Cᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ Aᴛᴛɪʀᴇ ~ ʀᴇɢᴜʟᴀʀ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ - Sᴡɪᴍsᴜɪᴛ
Fᴀɴᴄʏ Oᴜᴛғɪᴛ - Fᴏʀᴍᴀʟ - Mᴇssʏ Fᴏʀᴍᴀʟ Magic - Celestial Dragon Slayer / Arcana Magic / Authority of Sin
Eyes of the Gods / Yakuma: Eighteen War Gods / Etherious Form [[Curse: Abyssus Chaus]]
Jewel Amount - 0 [Zero]
"Oh, the flickering locus of blades, testament of blood is already dead."
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"Drawing the night, seizing the sun, with those arrows of flame that pierce through everything."
"I'm here!" the male would exclaim as he opened the door to the café, happily announcing his presence within the area. There was no real reason to, other than he just felt like it. Not like he was doing anything illegal, right? Originally he had been invited to this event as a Host, but he decided to turn it down. Reason being he liked to keep people's imaginations running wild, thinking about what he would look like as a butler. He chuckled quietly, before walking over to a random table to sit at. This was rather odd, in the eyes of many, seeing as how he hadn't chosen anyone to be his Host. Then again, he didn't really care or mind who was his Host. He would've treated them nicely no matter who they were. But in his eyes, it was up to whoever wanted to be his Host to approach him and ask to serve him. There was no point in choosing them like you would choose players for your team in school. He shook his head lightly, unsure of where these thoughts were coming from, as he relaxed at his table. He looked around to see who all was here. At this time, he didn't recognize any of the faces, so all he could do was sit and wait.
"Oh, the ancient words of fading colors, they still turn the cogs of passing time."
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"Even though the promises they want to express for eternity would never be granted."
"Nevertheless, people still sketch the flame of their undying lives."
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