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Silence. All around me was utter silence. I could not fathom what was coming next. The game was doing so well at picking me apart. Praying upon my new photo-memory, using the light to force me not to see my own fears and mocking my best friends to coax me into fealty. Yuki wouldn't allow this to stop her. It was time I followed her example. The girl would grab hold of the fabric bound to her face to regain her sight. She was in a bedroom unfamiliar to her. Though it didn't take long for it to become familiar at all. When she pieced together the layout in her head from her memory it w

Username: Aeolus Senpar Real name: Aeolus Olympia Age: 19 Gender: Male Height: 5'11" Origin: America Background: Aeolus comes from a quaint town in Tennessee, where he grew up surrounded by electronics. As he goes though life his parents always have his back. His parents were big Greek mythology fans and such led to them naming him Aeolus Olympia, his name symbolizes their belief that he will be nimble and just as the wind. He carries this belief everywhere he goes using it as fuel for his courage. He uses such courage in his time of becoming a police officer. After

Amongst the mess of fear that was overwhelming her from all angles, Firefly felt like she could barely catch herself up. Sight was becoming just as much a bane as it was a boon. Several times she attempted to remove the blinder from her face -- Her arm specifically -- but every time it ended up back where it was. "My eyes!" Tears streamed down her face from the stress and strain they were suffering. "Agh-! Please make it stop!" In desperation, Firefly grabbed the clothed headband from her hair and used it to cover her vision. She panted relentlessly in desperation to calm herself. "Y

She flinched. Scared. Mari felt a pang of guilt. She didn’t mean to upset her. A pain bubbled up in the surface. Memories she had tried to forget, words hissed at her by former friends You’re tarnished. Debased. -Deserve to be alone. Fester. Die. Her hand shook slightly, and Mari had to curl her fingers into a ball, clutching at her tattered scarf with her hand. The other still held the cup, liquid sloshing inside. The pain, the panic lasted only a moment. A few seconds, then with a deep inhale. Exhale. It was gone. This wasn’t the same thing. T

Mari had almost made it to the door, but a cold grip wrapped around her bare ankle and it took the woman all her strength to not tumble back down to the floor. “We’re not doing this.” This? Mari turned to stare at him. A turbulent wave of emotions crossing her face. Confusion - why was he grabbing her foot? Couldn’t he see just how uncomfortable the woman he supposedly loved was? - Anger -Mari did not want to be mistaken for some bullshit other woman trope. The two needed to talk, and Mari was trying desperately to give them that time. Pain. Sure, it meant a hasty retr

Thread Summary Mari | [Word Count: 9422/5 = 1884.4] * [True Tier: 10] * [Group Factor: 1] = 18844 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 2826 col Oscar | [Word Count: 9422/5 = 1884.4] * [True Tier: 10] * [Group Factor: 1] = 18844 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 2826 col

Fervor touch, heated caresses- Mari couldn't remember the last time anyone had given her this kind of attention - and she greedily took it all. Every murmur, every sharp inhale - the dipping of fingers into flesh. The woman writhed beneath Oscar - and practically pulled him into her. Hungry, and greedy. There was little pause, and little time for breath as he pressed harder into her- his body enveloping her frame. her legs lifting to trap him. Her thoughts briefly tore into her past - was this a lie, did he mean any of it?? Would it be like last time where they'd share kisses and sweet wh

Elora watched the chaotic scene play out before her with a stupefied expression. The squelching smack of a soggy sandal met with a cursing shout as her partner entered a desperate grapple with the other woman's ankle. What she'd first assumed a floundered execution quickly began to resemble a wrestling match between two feuding siblings. Freyd's hands released their grip, towing a stool to rest beside their kitchen island. “Mari, I’m Mari, meet stool. Sit. Get to know each other, and we’ll have ourselves a perfectly reasonable, decent meal.”, he barked, his anger palpable. Daggers shot i

It was nice exchanging pleasantries with the other women. The thanked Mari for the invitation to drink and sipped at the tea, it was pleasantly sweet yet light. She cupped her cheek and let out a delighted sigh, while she normally enjoyed tea on her back porch overlooking her yard, this was also just as nice. "I hadn't planned on making my way to Baldur's estate today, I just happened to have been passing through." she accepted the cup of sake from Acanthus and gave her a slight bow in thanks, "It's a shame we can't actually get drunk from this stuff. It's still nice they managed to get t

It was a kiss so soft that Oscar almost thought that it was accidental. If he paused and gave himself time to think, perhaps he might have convinced himself that it was. But this was not the time for rationality. There was only one path forward, through action and not thought. It was the first spark that lit the inferno. A proverbial starting pistol wrapped up in a permissive gesture. Instinct - raw and primal - dominated his psyche. He surged forward, returning tenfold what he’d received. Oscar loomed over her as their lips danced together, moving in the defiance of the ambient serenade of na

Quickly, Firefly grabbed hold of the door knob closest to her and began to panic as she fumbled with the immovable door. "Let me out! I don't wanna be here anymore! Cancel the quest, please!" The girl cried. Ț̷̥̩̑̎̈́͘ḧ̷̡̯͎͚͈́̑ề̴̡͐̆ȑ̴̘̣̦̿͝ę̸̹̈́ͅ ̵̗̞̲̈́̈́ͅi̴̲͖͑̈́͋̇s̵̿̾̎̀͜ ̴̳͈́̎̔͘͜͝n̷̮̰̫͍̑̀ȍ̴̡̗͒͘ ̶͕̥̽͊̏e̵̘̝͙͚̠̿͊̿̔͝š̶͔̋͘c̴͉̉̍ǎ̴̧̭̬͉͙̓̄̄p̵̟̣͖͍͛̈́̓͒͝e̴͚̦̭͒͋͗̈͘ ̷̘͛̔n̷̤̋o̷̬̩̜̩̞̒͌w̵̦̲͕̉͋́̊́ ̶̣̜̩͕͖̓̽S̴͔̪̈́̀͒̅͝ä̵̡̰̩́͗m̶̮͙͈̈́̔͠͝ą̵̢̖͉̬͂̌̀͘̕ņ̴̫̑t̸̽̀͜h̴̤̑̍̇́̔a̷̧̍͐͠.̵͎͆́ ̴̫̮̓͐Y̴̝̤͔̙̏̓̌͝ơ̷̼̗̈́͝ṷ̵͚̞̒͛̈r̵̘̟͔̟͓̈́̑͋ ̶̡̻͚̱̐̄̅͐̚f̴̨͓̂͠e̵͙̙̋͌̂̓̉a̸͓͎͖͑̐̽r̶͎̞̅͌̂̽̕s̷͓͔̟̱̹̅̚ ̶̠̦̠̟͂͋̚͠w̶̻͉͒i̵̙̟̬̥̰͒̓̔l̵̜̑ḷ̶̘͍̫̭̃ ̸͚͂̕

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Tossing a rotten apple behind her, Ko pounces on it and starts rolling around. You see her stop, the familiar sneezes, the apple and the ground hiss in flames. Glancing back Freya laughs as the thing was just standing there staring at the fruit like it was its fault. "Come Ko, we need to finish our rounds." The cat hops in zig zags toward her, as her lowers her hand down the creature leaps on and up to sit on her shoulders. "They should of respond by now," squinting toward each nearby tree in sight. With a grin she runs, jumps (feeling claws on her back) and lands with a shiny red apple in her

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Sitting on a oak wood chair in the middle of a bustling diner, the characters continue to slide past her table. Directly in front of her, a sandwich sits idly on a plate. The drink given to her runs cold as Abelith pays it zero attention. In her hands however, a pen scratches angrily across a journal of parchment. On it the greyish outline of a face coming closer and closer to resembling a human being. Her fingers and hand painted grey with all the bleeding from her pen, even the edges of that paper stained in that same shade. A waitress moves to her table, tilting to look at the woman as she'

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place holder Upkeep Phase: +55 HP Battlehealing, +4 Tier Energy ID#246990 BD: 8 (fallen Proc) CD: 4 (no ST-B) 27+8=35x11 AoE 1 =385 Raw - 50 Mit = 335 DMG dealt ID#246991 BD: 6 (fallen Proc) 27+8x11 AoE 1 = 385 Raw - 50 Mit = 335 DMG Dealt ID#246992 BD: 2 (hit) 27x11 AoE 1 = 297 Raw - 50 Mit = 247 DMG dealt ID#246993 Recovery CD: 4 (No proc) -15 Energy for AoE 1 vs 3 targets [2] <<Baldur>> HP: 966/1137 (+55,-30, -25, -25) | EN: 83/132 | DMG: 23(+4=27) | MIT:138 | ACC:7+1+1 | AA | KEEN: 1 | F-SPIRIT | EVA:3 | BH:55 | REC: 8 | FLN: 8 | BLI: 32/-20 | BRN: 56 | FRZ