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  1. If Kiru threw a, (possibly the last) Holiday Party, who would attend? Reply please, if I get enough interest I'll set it up ; )

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    2. Hestia


      sounds like it would be fun i'm in.

    3. Lessa


      Sure, Lessa'd be up for it.

    4. Kiru


      ill start it sometime, it may end up being a new years party because I got really busy :,) 

  2. Kiru

    [PP-NK-F13] Shattered

    I closed my eyes for a second and let everything sink in finally. I not only had provoked a murder guild, but I was stupid enough to allow Oikawa to get himself involved in my mess. And that's not to say that he was not capable of defending himself. He could probably end my life in less than thirty seconds, but that was not the point. Oikawa may have killed Zelrius, but I believed that he didn't have the specific reason to kill Opal. He was not available to the voices of murder, even in a game. For myself, I could say otherwise because I was a walking sob story that no one cared about. Hell, I had become so irrelevant that Opal did not even know who I was. In my case, that was for the better as she had no way of knowing what I accomplished or my stats. But it didn't matter. Oikawa was brought into this situation once before, and I was not about to allow it to happen again. "I suppose I am not in the correct mindset to devise a plan. If you hadn't been here I would be dead right now, Opal probably has wayyy more attack damage than I do," I looked down at his hand for a moment. I knew it wasn't a good idea, though it was just a hand, to initiate in this sort of way. He killed Zelrius through an extension of Opal. But he was my friend. I swallowed the small amount of pride I had left in me and took his hand. "Yeah, let's go."
  3. ; )))) someone write with me pls

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    2. Kiru


      @Shi yessssss 

      @Baldur ofc, who else has the nerve? 

      @Dazia PM me ! I love new friends

      @Oikawa ...Oink, we got some unfinished threads buddy. Let's get on those shall we? PM me rn! 

    3. Shi


      i've always been confused about the two of us writing a thread together

      would it be an sp or a pp

    4. Aereth


      Leeeeets go. You don’t know me, I don’t know you, let’s  have some fun. xD

  4. Kiru

    SAO 2017 Holiday Raffle

    yo I could use some free stuff (wait nvm lmao)
  5. now no one can tell me to change my profile pic because its C H R I S T M A S ; )

  6. This is a collection of a thread Zelrius and I have done on a separate forum, for this thread. ZELRIUS: It seemed the word hate would resonate with Zelrius a lot in these moments, consistently coming up, unable to express how else he felt about the situations at hand. He hated how tied everything he did became to her. The boy tried his best to steel himself in the face of emotional strife, favoring for trying to keep the consistent, unwavering and unflappable, expression he usually always held. The last thing he wanted to do was break down in front of Kiru, therefore influencing her to do the same. To be honest, he was sick of doing everything for another's well being, but also couldn't help himself; feeling so compelled to do it, by thoughts and feelings he couldn't accurately define at any moment. The name, the definition, the features, of those aforementioned tumors of thought would constantly tickle his mind, and when he would metaphorically spin around to [censored] them, they'd flutter away furiously. He couldn't think of where they came from, or why so often; considering that he couldn't recall, off the top of his head, an instance between the pair that ended in relatively good feelings all around. Even the boss meeting that he invited her to a few months after their initial meeting ended not necessarily with rising tension between those two, but indirectly in anxiety, as it was Zelrius' first Command of a Boss Fight. The silence between the two when she said his name, his face lighting up slightly in anticipation, ever anxious about her response. The chuckle made him more uneasy than any amount of mood lightening that it did, though of course he threw a witty comment back at her for the joke. "Maybe if there were ten of you. and Only because I wouldn't fight back," Though he meant it as a joke to follow-up on her own comment, his tone was still in the solemn, flat, end-all-be-all pitch that he had given his short speech in, the words wobbling in between breaths as he continued to let his eyes be vertable wells of tears, prisoners of his blue eyes as they were still being held back. Then came her apologizing, for things that were never her fault. It seemed neither of them wanted to blame the other in this situation, but both wanted entirely to blame themselves. Situations like this, at least in Zelrius's mind, is what drove them so far part; unwillingness to see fault in the other. It was the "thank you" in between "sorry's" that made him blink in confusion, causing a single tear to roll from each eye and down to the ground below. Though those two would be the only ones at the moment, as he felt dumb for crying when she already was, there was almost certainly more to come. I lied; more came immediately after her mention of time again, and how much he had spent of it. The words It was never a waste if it was for you whispered in his mind, though he didn't have the courage to say that; finding it increasingly difficult to speak to her at all. The finishing lines kind of hurt, for reasons the boy couldn't explain. He winced, speaking through an airless, barely audible, voice. "Scared you...?" What caused another blink and then rush of tears from his eyes was her immediate follow up after wiping her own eyes. But it doesn't matter, those words and the following sentences stung him. She was still thinking about Keith, even after all this. that's what he hated more than anything; how willing she was to remain so attached to someone who wasn't around anymore. Though he also supposed he'd like it if those close to him remained attached even after his own death... On the topic of death; Kiru mentioned Daeron, causing Zelrius to tightly grit his teeth, expecting her to announce him dead, but as of the method; suicide. He leaned back from her, motionless for a moment, a bit unbelieving. And even before he could react to that, another hard, emotional punch to the stomach as she began to remind him of things he reminded himself of every morning and every night; People keep disappearing on him, they slowly drift apart. For one reason or another, this made him lean back forward toward her, poising his body in such a way that it appeared he was ready to take flight; run away at the speed that he had moved toward Dai. Though those specific motions hadn't been executed, he was ready to; the whole affair becoming more and more unbearable for him. She went back to blaming herself, something he knew he should've responded to, but between sniffles and breathlessness, he couldn't find the ability to do so. Try as he might, Zelrius was wholly unpowerful to keep Kiru away from the horrors of SAO. Why did he care so much anyway? When it was all broken down in his mind, she was just some girl. Who a friend of his once dated. Just like Flints, or Azazel, or Maeoka are to him now. Those are all just some girls that Tristan, or Dom, or Rebekah had all once dated. And then, who were those three? They were random people, who had somewhat similar mindsets to Zelrius himself, who happened to be in the same death trap as him. So why, Why the attachment? The last thing the golden haired boy wanted to do was answer that question, having a conversation to focus on instead. He couldn't agree more with her words. In trying to selfishly protect a girl that didn't need nor want protection, they're now both hurt. Not even by this single incident, but all the ones that happened separately from each other as a result of actions that were done over a year ago. His voice cracked trying to respond "K-knowing me is a regret?" It really was becoming too much, her expressions saying that she cared, her words saying that she had nothing but contempt for him. It was her final words that made him clear his throat to speak properly, having thought about it before; "I wanted to hate you, so bad. I initially approached you, taking your little slime kill, with the intention of sowing your dissent toward me. Keith would go everywhere, do everything with you. He wouldn't spend anytime with the original Commandants, and I wanted my friend back." And now for actual crying from the boy. "I felt I had a group of, as dumb and cheesy as this sounds, family. And then, Keith ran off with you, and would abandon his guild duties, which none of us really cared for. And then, he-" Zelrius stopped short to flick tears off his cheeks and just didn't continue the sentence. Then the question he had asked came back up, only in her voice this time. "I don't know why I care so much. You're just some person. You should've stayed just some person..." A bit of bitterness came out of his voice, "But somehow, you played your little spell, and then you became a friend. I formed the elaborate plan to save some person from another person. I could've let you die here, and I honestly, cannot explain to you, why I didn't." He let the words hang there, and immediately softened, understanding how cruel and harsh that may sound. Adding more in between sniffles and wiping his face, "But, I am so glad I didn't. You mean the world to me, you're one of the few people who I feel like I can talk to for hours, and never get enough. You're both the best and worst thing that's ever happened to me. Yet, I don't know why you care so much. I never intended for you to. Or maybe I did, but for different reasons..." He stopped there, being that was the closest had ever come to mentioning any sort of feelings toward the girl, but being wholly afraid of mentioning it directly. He took in a moment of silence, and then looked at her only for a moment. He leaned his head an inch or two toward her, stopped, closed his eyes and leaned back, leaving it at that. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- KIRU: It seemed that no matter how hard I tried, all of the conversations I have deemed important with people had turned emotional rather quickly. I remembered my last talk with Tristan, the crying, and worrying. Even after his cycles of women after me, he still cared, and I guess that somehow made the scar deeper. There was a metaphorical scarification sequence that I always referred back to whenever something of slight inconvenience presented itself as a challenge. Why was there always a repelling force in talking? Speaking with other people these days was like a magnet. One way, the words tumbling from my mouth could push them away, (which happened more often than not,) but on the other hand I could also attract people. And in this moment, I realized that my situation was like a magnet. For some odd reason, he was attracted to me that day. However, I have also made him become distant of course. It was the opposite for me, I resented the arrogant prick at the time. Now, I could not stand to see him leave. Every time he turned away from me I felt something inside me shatter. If anything ever happened to him, I was afraid to admit what I would do. After averting my eyes from his, I glanced back. In his dark set blue eyes were traces of tears. In the corners of his eyes I could see his emotions welling up. He looked as if he was doing everything he could not to cry; which of course made it worse. It made me even more impassioned than I was currently. Noticing this, I decided not to anything for the time being, as I would like to hear everything he had to say before doing anything or making myself look less than I already did. I forced a miniscule laugh for his comment to my joke. We both knew that in no universe could I ever come close to beating Zelrius in a serious confrontation. He had the possibility to kill me in one hit if he wanted to. I was surprised that he hadn’t already, or at least hadn’t done something to physically hurt me based on the way I treated him for the past year. As horrible as it sounded, the more open I became with someone, the worse the relationship had gotten. And of course, Zelrius was no exception. He had become a major part in my time in Aincrad and there was no changing how included he was to be later on. The tears on Zelrius’ cheeks were not invisible this time, I could visibly see the small droplets come from his eyes before he questioned me. It seemed as though he could not believe that his actions and absence frightened me. To say the least, I was terrified that he had died, glad that he was alive, “Of course you scared me. How would you feel if someone you cared about suddenly disappeared without a trace?” I asked, not expecting a response from the blonde boy. I did mean my statement, but meant not to hurt him more than he already was. From the looks of it, he was not as composed as I thought he was at all times. But of course, there’s always more than meets the eye, especially when speaking of such a complicated young man. It was unjust to think otherwise of him, which was my mistake. Because of this, Zelrius has probably bottled his emotions for a long time now; and I was forced to deal with those repercussions. Due to my poor choice of words, Zelrius had once again completely misunderstood what I said. It was time for a change, the truth this time without too much of a filter, “Zel, by regret, I meant something different. Meeting you is regretful because I cannot bear to be responsible for wasting your life. I just cannot see myself being the reason you have decided certain things. Meeting you was one of the best things to happen to me, but the worst to happen to you. I have caused widespread destruction and chaos for you while doing nothing for you,” I paused for a moment, physically holding myself back from breaking once again, “I just, I hate that I was so blind to how I effecting you at the time. For that, I am sorry.” A word sprung within me: jealousy; I finally figured it out. Somehow, it felt wrong for me to even use such a term to describe Zelrius, the strong one in these situations. However, based on his sudden outburst against Keith, I could strongly say that all the while I ran along with Keith, he was hurting. Even after Keith disappeared, I reminded Zelrius everyday of it. I reminded him that I chose Keith over him anyday. And that’s how it was. “I’m such an idiot, Zelrius,” I whispered, whilst looking down. Zelrius was actually crying now, not just trying to suppress it. His composure had officially been lost for the second time today, even in the past hour. As he spoke, I could not stand to look at him. His voice sounded more pained than I had ever heard it. He sounded as if everything he believe in as a child had been proven fake, like Santa Claus. But this was real, and the blame was on me. I had the overwhelming urge to look up at him. To wipe away his tears and smile at him. I wanted to tell him it was going to be alright and everything would turn out fine; but that would be a lie, now wouldn’t it? Suddenly, his tone changed. He almost sounded happy. I blinked, only now realizing that a few tears had slipped from my eyes and were now dropping to the pixelated grass. Zelrius was being sincere, and for the first time, showing a form of positive emotion towards me. This only made me cry harder, he was truly a nice person. I looked up at him just as he was leaning close to me. Something washed over me. I waited for him to lean closer, but he never did. Instead, he closed his eyes and leaned back. I sniffled a little and laughed slightly at his small outburst of sudden emotion. I wiped my eyes again and leaned forward towards him. I took in the outline of his face for a moment. He looked relaxed. I stared at his chin, then his lips. I paused, then leaned in ever so slightly. I moved my body closer to his and pressed my lips slightly to the top of his forehead before wrapped my arms around his neck and hugging him. “You’re always family, Zel.” _____________________________________________________________________________ ZELRIUS: There was no way this was healthy, Zelrius thought, in regards to the constant shift in tone and emotion. This was a consistent thing in interactions with Kiru; The change from sadness, to happiness, back to sadness or even anger sometimes. The boy didn't know a whole lot about mental health, be he couldn't imagine a psychologist recommending this kind of mental state. That was one of the good things regarding Manta; there was very little of this constant shift. They kissed and hugged, but only because she wasn't terrible and Zelrius had a void to fill, and she just happened to be a target. A terrible behavior the Commandant had picked up from another, Tristan. A habit he'd had to get rid of soon, having become increasingly conscious of such an issue, but being too selfish to correct it immeadiately. He had wondered if Kiru, like many others, saw him in the light of selfishness. Though answered his own question with the assumption that it was probably so. Why would she have any reason to think otherwise? He hoarded Uniques and Money like they were Food in a famine. That thought made him slightly hurt more. He couldn’t care less what others thought of him, but was wholly oblivious to what the other Commandants thought of him, especially Kiru. And while this exact conversation that he was having kind gave some implication; Zelrius never had the confidence regarding her to ever make any assumptions, which is part of the reason he is in the situation he is in now. The boy’s inability to read into her and understand anything is what also caused him to push her so far away, unwilling to do anything, thinking she’d hate or push him away for one wrong move. Then you had situations like this one, where sometimes he tried to read into the words too much, over emphasizing meaning in every sentence, trying to guage how serious or ambiguous she was being. To be quite honest, Zelrius didn’t actually know which side of the spectrum she had laid on; Was she more like Dom; Upfront, everything said to be taken at face value? Or was she more like Zelrius himself; Flowery with wording, always with a deeper intended meaning? Or the very probably answer; more like Tristan, where he actively flipflops between the two, for one reason or another. While those questions and a hundred more remained unanswered, the boy became more and more confused; the laugh that came from the joke, sounding more like a force giggle than any actual humor. Though understandably, it was difficult to find a moment of laughter in this kind of emotional environment, so he kind of just glossed over that fact. The question still resonated _Why did SHE care so much?_ A question resparked by the forced laugh. He’ll never understand these things without asking questions, a rule of life he knew, but seemed to never apply to her. He didn’t address the scared detail, he understood already, as it was obvious. Zelrius hadn’t thought about that until just now; his disappearances into the wild. The first time, he had been aggravated by not being drafted for the First Hydra fight. Taking that time to prove he was better than those who went into the fight. Of course he was right in his advisement; it was a mistake. That was proven by their loss. Then he came back to find that SAO was leaderless without Ebon, and he had decided to organize the raid himself. _Now we’re back to Square one,_ He thought, as he remembered it was Kiru he had invited to help organize and host the Second Battle for the Hydra There were no feelings for her then. At all, he saw her as another potential ally due to strength and that was it. It was this thought that made him want to pinpoint the exact moment that changed, but was caught from this thought when she gave another lengthy explanation to his misunderstanding of her words, something he found himself doing quite often. He had no words to respond to her though. He didn’t know what to say that wasn’t already said, despite the fact that he could reassure her, Zelrius didn’t this time. She was right in that in atleast the last year, there had only been pain between the two. Still, Zelrius refused to see fault; trying his best to search for positivity. Yet there was none, not with the “searching” for Keith. He had hated how adamant she was on doing it, and he really couldn’t care less, having felt abandoned by Keith. Yet he still tried to search whenever she asked, only out of kindness for her, trying to make up for the thoughts of hate. Her words made him want to once again try to lighten the mood. “Not much more of an idiot than the rest of us, anyway.” His way of reassuring her without sounding lame in doing it. “You think that if I thought you lacking in the brain department, that i’d have you around as a Commandant? Lost your god damn mind if you think that. Though, maybe we all have.” He stopped there, before what was meant to be a little joke evolved into a ramblingfest of the “intelligence” of the Commandants. It was only moments after his own lean in and then retraction, that she did his own. For a moment, he backed away, feeling his heartbeat rise; the constant thumping resonating within his chest becoming louder, feeling each shudder throughout his torso. He was caught extremely off guard by it, and even more so by the forehead kiss and hug. He let out a long, relieved breath as it hadn’t turned into what he thought it was about to. The boy quickly reciprocated the hug; his arms wrapping her back and pulling in a bit tightly, never knowing how firm hugs were supposed to be; a little quirk that he never seemed to get over. “As are you,” The boy began, “And even though you don’t think so, I’ve enjoyed every moment with you up to this one.” His voice was a whisper, one with little air behind it as he was still shaken by the unexpected hug. He held the hug for a bit, and then continued with his whisper; “You said you’d never done anything for me, but I can confirm that’s wrong,” He broke the embrace, pulling back and placing his hands on the sides of her shoulders. His expression softened, his dark blue orbs meeting her icy eyes, holding that for a moment. Leaning in once again; his heartrate picking right back up to that terrifying pace as he pushed to do something that had taken him over a year to build the courage for, pulling her closer as he leaned in, placing his lips on hers for only a moment before pulling only a few inches away to meet eyes again, his face flaring up to a bright crimson in embarrassment. ___________________________________________________ KIRU: There was a slight retraction when I leaned in. Zelrius probably was not comfortable, but that was not on my mind. I felt as though it was my job to make him feel safe. And as “motherly,” as that sounded, it was true; Zelrius was someone I watched after. Yet, he also watched over me this past year, so we were same in that mindset. It was a never ending cycle of overhead observation without communication that probably drove us apart and caused arguments like this. But like a coin, there were two sides; it’s what kept us close as well. That’s why I didn’t stop, even with the slight unnoticeable flinch. I closed my eyes for a moment, taking everything in and allowed the my sudden burst of affection to settle in. If he did nothing, I would not really be hurt necessarily; he was not the type of person to just express such feelings. However, if he did in fact decide to suddenly mix it up, I would be surprised. The last time I ever saw Zelrius do anything in regards to caring for someone was when he was with Manta last night. I could not see anything clearly but I saw enough to know that Manta obviously liked Zelrius. And by doing this, I was not exactly trying to Zelrius that I loved him. Don’t get me wrong, I did love Zel, however it was on a deeper level than just an SAO marriage or something. I did not know precisely what I was attempting to accomplish with my gesture; I guess something along the lines of calming or consoling could have been part of it. Certainly, in my mind, I was sure that somehow it gave him reassurance that I did not hate him. He needed the moment to go on, for his life to continue without having me as a roadblock. We stayed together; and Zelrius began to reply to my statement. It made me smile, only a just a little, that he was finally opening up a little to me, “It is impossible to enjoy every moment with another person. Take that time I fell from a chair while you watched, for example, that was not fun. Well, at least not for me. Anyways.” After a moment, Zelrius released. I did not want him to, I loved hugs. He placed his hands on my shoulders. I could have sworn his hands were shaking just a smidge; maybe he placed them there to stable himself. It didn’t matter to me, as long he was happy for now. Zelrius looked extremely nervous. Or was it happiness? It did not matter either, suddenly he began to lean in. My heart rate rose quickly. Was he actually? Too late. I felt his lips press against mine. Something washed over me. Was it guilt? Guilt that I was kissing Zelrius when Keith could possibly be alive still? That was not very probable, but it was in the back of my mind. Was it fear? Fear he would suddenly leave right after this? Or was it simply jitters? Zelrius was always solo, and for him to come this close to me was rare. Very rare. I decided in that moment to stop thinking so much, to enjoy the moment. Once again, too late, he pushed away from me. His face was bright red, but I could guess that mine was too. The corner of my lip raised, and I placed my hands gently behind his ears and leaned forward. I returned his kiss, not sure if it was the right thing. All I knew was that it’s what I wanted right now: Zelrius. I let go slowly and looking straight into his eyes with a very tiny smile. “I think I’ve done something for you now.” _____________________________________ ZELRIUS: In the moment he pulled away from his moment of passion, Zelrius hated himself again. He thought about Manta, the white haired woman who clearly had feelings for him, emotions the boy himself didn’t return, even though he so badly wanted to. The way she turned red when he had asked her out on a date, and they went up the way to the church; so willingly sticking close, constantly pressing against him, so willing and happy to have someone. For what reason? Zelrius himself could recall the nights drinking with Dom in which they’d throw shade at the low levels who placed too much emphasis on affection and companionship. Yet here he was, throwing an entire day away for a girl he couldn’t help feeling attached to. That moment seemed to hold over well with her, very surprisingly. The golden haired Commandant thought back to all the times he had the chance to do something like this, pull her aside and express his feelings, and was too afraid to; terrified of the implications of her saying no, worried for Azure and the implications of her leaving it had things become awkward in spite of that. And then he finally did it, just then, and while no response was given; she didn’t seem instantly repulsed. A good sign, I suppose was all he could muster in his mind in that second. He had another thought come to him, one that never saw fruition. His heartrate picked back up as he felt her hands on his head and watched as she leaned in once again, returning with a moment of passion of her own, the difference being; the boy felt the heat in his cheeks fade. He didn’t feel nearly as embarrassed when she returned the gesture, but more than anything, he felt guilty. Especially about how long this took. He returned the smile, his own being not as small, unable to control his happiness with the situation at hand. “You beat me to the punchline Princess.” The sadness of a few moments ago having completely vanished, replaced by the usual teasing he bantered her with, with a tad of something else tinted into his words. His hands idly rubbed up and down on her shoulders and then his smile dropped a bit, letts his arms fall and looking around, as if looking for someone or something. “Maybe I should turn my tracking back on to make sure no one is peeping on us.” He joked over his shoulder to her, still scanning the area. He was worried, that somehow, someone would stumble upon them, and he was irrationally worried that that person would be Manta. The horrors that would ensue. Yet, he also reasoned, that it wouldn’t matter. Who was she? Some Brigadier who was moderately cute, and now he had Kiru. Or did he? Now Zelrius was back to the infinite questioning, one he decided to cut short by spinning back around to face Kiru, swallowing nervously and leaning in to quickly give her a peck on the cheek, raising an eyebrow once their eyes met again, as if to ask a question.
  7. Hola so OBVIOUSLY the Azure Brigade Holiday Party did not happen partially because I got extremely caught up in a few things and yeah but I apologize, I kind of dropped the ball there lol. Anyways as you can see I am not very active on this site anymore, however I will try to be! Also happy holidays to everyone since I did not get the chance to say them at the appropriate time! <3 Kiru

    1. Mack


      *Hauls @Michiko off to a safe location*

    2. Azide


      I think Azure is sorta RIP. Happy late holidays though!

    3. Tristan Delaney

      Tristan Delaney

      Technically Zel officially disbanded it. Though I still live in its guild hall with the waifu.

  8. Hey everyone, SO I was thinking about maybe either starting the Azure Brigade Holiday Party either this weekend or the next, please let me know if you're coming. (count this as an "rsvp," lol)

    1. Baldur


      I will try to be there! Maybe we can get @Oikawa to poke his head out from retirement.

    2. Oikawa


      *raises brow* possibly :P

    3. Vargas


      Sounds. Cam get Vargas to interact with people and make more connections/relationships.

  9. Read!!!!!

    Okay, first of all, hello~

    - My Santa hat is finally relevant again after an entire year of keeping it as my user. (thanks zel.) 

    - Zelrius, so sorry I missed your birthday bud, I also missed mine on here lmao

    - I am extremely sorry to anyone that I haven't responded to over the past two months, I've started school again. (uh oh) 

    - Unfortunately I am not back on the site right now UNLESS I get some people (preferably the people I know, but all are welcome) are wanting to come to the Official Azure Brigade Holiday Party. Please let me know if you're interested in this event in it's third year!! 

    <3 Kiru 

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    2. Hakai


      A tiny group with more power than you could possibly imagine.


    3. Kiru


      Thanks everyone! I just may do the third annual AB Holiday Party! ily all <3

    4. Kotori
  10. Kiru

    [PP-NK-F13] Shattered

    "Yes, well, I'd like to think it's because I'm pretty but we both know why I get into trouble. It's like I'm unintentionally calling anything and everything murderous to me; Death for some reason desires an audience with me I presume. But not you of course. If I see him I'll say hello for you though." I said, slightly gesturing my hair from my eyes, "But back to the common ground thing. I do not see a solution to this odious predicament I'm afraid. I will not let you kill her, but you will not let me die. The only possible way for this to go both our ways is for some elaborate plan. Opal said to come alone and to have nothing up my sleeve," I paused, with a smirk, "But when have I ever listened to anyone?" There was a certain feeling, like temerity, in me. I felt as if I needed to absolutely rebel against Oikawa and fight Opal one on one with no plan. However, this was not going to happen in a million years. The only choices I had were to lie, cheat, or make a plan. The last one seemed more respectable, not that Opal was. "We can further discuss our plans another time, or finish right now if you like, but all I know is that someone is going to get hurt, and I certainly would not like it to be one of my friends. I think that when Opal challenges me to the total loss duel, I should just accept it and try my best. Though you and I both know how that is going to go, I did provoke her," I smiled just a little and focused on his blonde tufts of hair, "Of course, that is unless you would like to do something to aid me in this fight. She has a green cursor, so there's not an option to attack her first, but what if I didn't need a challenge in order to strike? I'm sure there's some loophole to this, I just cannot think of it."
  11. Happy Birthday, Echo! You were one of the most active writers with me two years ago, so thank you!!

  12. Able

    It's Daeron!!! I miss youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!!!

    1. Kiru



  13. whoops I seem to have disappeared during a plot 

    1. Calrex


      All the plots! XD

    2. Ariel - The Crowned Lion

      Ariel - The Crowned Lion

      what kind of plot are we talking about?

    3. Calrex


      The gunpowder kind?

  14. Guys!! Please come and join Zandra's party!! 


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    2. Kiru


      oh whoops @Jomei I guess Kiru's psychic  

    3. Helios


      does that mean i am too?

    4. Kiru


      I would assume so, @Helios

  15. There are so many birthdays today, so I wish you all a good one! (Davros will probably never read this, lol, but happy bday Hikoru and Manta.) 

    1. Amira


      XD Davros is my main account. And thank you. ^~^

    2. Hikoru


      Thank you!!! ^-^

    3. Kiru


      What? @Manta Gaul Omg! I never knew that lol.


      Welc @Hikoru