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there needs to be more cuteness in the world

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Since everybody's sharing their concepts, I suppose I will too. I'll probably be rolling with a character that combines technologism and dynamism-- a New World girl that, for one reason or another, was raised in good old Victorian England.
Calc 2 destroyed my GPA in college. I didn't fail it, but I would have been better off if I did...
Sure, let's go.
I know it says full, but hanging around the sidelines just in case a spot opens up.


Good luck, the first person on the (rather long) waitlist has been waiting for about a year now.
Narkissa Langdon


@Rune_Alchemist @Crusader Lord

The truth indeed had its own risks. Leannah was right—there really was no telling how the young girl would react, especially with her divine origins. In the worst-case scenario, there might be some kind of curse that would harm her if she learned of the truth –if this was the truth—that also made Narkissa a bit hesitant. But in her eyes, the risk was worth it, considering the stakes. Protecting a girl that she valued and trusted was one thing, but protecting the world from being destroyed by a rogue god was… another.

“Maybe… but the benefits outweigh the risks,”
she responded, before sighing at Leannah.

She was clearly about to tip over into sleep. Right then, bedtime for her; but not before she replied to her little request. “I will,” she reassured, standing up as the catgirl fell asleep. Looking for a blanket, she pulled it over the now dozing girl, before pulling back and glancing at her half-complete wooden frame.

Leannah had given her a lot to think about. And think about it she shall—but maybe a bit later. She had a wood frame to finish. Not wanting to wake her up, she slipped back out of the house to the backyard, borrowing some relevant tools that she could find so that she could finish up the wooden construct in time for Misaki to continue with the paper-making project.
Aureia, of gold, commerce, wealth,
and the far less important, trivial aspects of travel and luck

O’menus wasn’t alone in losing interest in the injured soldier. If he didn’t want to play ball with Aureia’s interrogation, then he was all but useless. She listened to his words and absorbed the information she needed, yes, but she knew the words of a misguided fanatic when she heard one. Yes, letting him to bleed out on the ground would be a fitting death for a mortal that dared to challenge and belittle the gods.

Finally, she could turn and lavish her attention on the waiting priestess, like the rest of her companions already had been. Except, before she could do so, yet another thing happened that precluded her attention. Standing up, like the other gods, a certain activity among the corpses of the dead mortals caught her eye. Messing with the dead was generally a taboo even among the gods, as already exemplified by the reactions from Alayasana and Trineon—O’Menus was just being as abrasive as ever, yet something about the energy she was feeling made Aureia think the god of the sun had the right of the matter.

She frowned as one of the corpses began to rise, and then… talk. Yes, there was something strange about this being’s energy. Familiar? Yes. Divine? Maybe.

She gave the being a critical gaze before something clicked. “Eh, haven’t I had tea with you before?”
I'll have my post out tonight or tomorrow, sorry about the delay.
Aureia wouldn't let debt or a contract or be voided by a thing as petty and simple as mortal death, so of course she'd visit the underworld, if only to collect~!

So she'd totally stop by for dinner or tea. Naturally Aureia prefers her cuter form.
Ah, yeah. Figured. RIP.
Oh, hey!

Who dropped, though?
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