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6 yrs ago
Current Found a new job that I hope I'll love! :D Gonna get to posting!
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6 yrs ago
It's been a while. I think I'm ready to start again.
8 yrs ago
To all my partners, I'll start writing again next week :D A few things came up, and I need to prioritize them. My burst writing spree this week has officially ended XD
8 yrs ago
I typed out two replies to my RPs in one day rather than my usual 1 Reply = 5 Days ratio. I'm feeling pretty good and inspired.
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8 yrs ago
A'right :) Managed to complete a lot of my responsibilities. Replies will soon rain from the sky... in a few days.
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"We should move," Leon looked around, making sure that no other passerby could see them now that Claire had placed an ice wall to shroud their escape. The gravedigger eyed a narrow winding path behind the rubble that was Wi-Hi café which led to the University Dormitory building that stood at the opposite side of Darkwell University, just snuggling against a dense forest of trees which extended until it connected with the Orchard Road. With Claire's final ice wall hiding them from the eyes of the common folk, Leon urged their escape as he pointed to the silhouette of the dorms from a few blocks away. "I offer we go to the University Dormitories; it's nearest to this place. It's probably abandoned at this time since classes are on-going. We can hide in there until the tensions die down and when you can go back to your homes. It's just a studio-type but I guess we can fit in there for now while the police are still looking for us. And, get a change of clothes while we're at it."

Leon beckoned for them to follow him as he darted to the winding road, trying to look normal as much as possible. A few cars passed by as well as some civilians but he kept his head down and continued to move. Finally, Leon arrived at the façade of the dormitories, noting that the guards were not on duty as well as the students scarce and whatnot. His room was just on the first floor, so, there was no need to take the stairs or anything. Immediately, he unlocked his room and swung the door open. His room wasn't anything special. Tidy and orderly, but plain. A dining table sat on the left side of the rectangular area. A fridge stood on top of the sink and a bunk bed was located at the end of the room where the air-conditioning unit hung. A bookshelf can be found at the right side where rows upon rows of books were located.

"I have some spare clothes in the wardrobe. There are... err..." he remembered that some of Sarah's clothes were still inside. Memorabilia... nothing more. "There are also some food in the fridge."
He couldn't help it. He really tried to maintain his composure and focus on the throbbing pain on his leg, but the way Claire's adorable antics dazzled him left the gravedigger nigh on speechless and grinning like an idiot. Sure, the ominous warnings of Yorick left Leon on the edge of caution and feeling of being screwed, but in front of this woman's gentle smile, Leon couldn't care less at the moment. After all, he had been through quite a rough day, so, what was wrong with indulging in the happiness of being asked out by the girl who he had originally also planned to take on a date? He earned it as far as Leon was concerned. At all of these, Leon offered a soft grin as well before he staggered up, shaking the debris off of him before fixing the cloth that covered the lower half of his face. He limped forward, timidly squeezing Claire's hand with his before he released a slight chuckle.

"Isn't it supposed to be my job to ask you out?" Leon snickered, releasing her hand before combing back the locks of hair curtaining his eyes. He was clearly delirious for feeling these strange hums of affection deep inside him for this woman who he had just met around the university. Up to this moment, his endearment for her bordered more on the physical, on the ephemeral. The curve of her hips, the smoothness of her hands, the pink of her cheeks, the cerulean glow of her eyes-- things that would vanish in an instant in the same way that she would pass by him. But, the bubbling frenzy of emotions inside him spoke otherwise. Perhaps, his feelings weren't as shallow as he thought they were. Ephemeral, maybe, but shallow? Never. Leon extended his hand towards her face, brushing a stray lock of her hair to the side whilst removing specks of dirt from her face. "I'd love to," Leon hummed, forgetting the pain in his leg at this briefest eye of the storm. "It's not everyday I get to spend time with a cryophoenix. I just hope you'd welcome a gravedigger at your side." the lad grinned as he turned to the aftermath of their battle. Everything had been reduced to rubble and, obviously, the town will not be silent with this event. Even now, inquisitive onlookers marched forward in a frightened cadence. "So, uhh, six thirty tomorrow night, then?" Leon suggested before he turned to the lad who Sam had now attended to.

The conversation seemed pretty serious and Leon had no intention to stay any longer in this place. The incoming wall of spectators as well as the tell-tale sirens from afar signalled a disastrous ending to this day should they be caught in this situation.

"Claire," Leon turned to her. "The police are here. You know what they do to people like us." his voice grew dark. "We need to high-tail it out of here. I suggest we return to the university's dormitories. That'd be a safe place for now." The gravedigger tugged on Claire's hand, urging for them to escape. If they were caught, their planned date would not be the only one to be messed up.

@DFA
Lord Cuwarr Naxremis

Husband of Sorici (@SevenStormStyle@RomanAria), his white lotus, and Kalani (@karamonnom), his auburn rose.





"As you wish," Cuwarr grunted as he blanketed the top portion of the canvas with deep streaks of raven paint. "My story begins as any drakken bloke. My father, a proud but cowardly drakken, took-- no, stole-- a gemminite and did with her as he pleased. I came into existence soon after. Stezius, my father, was a weak bastard. I am willing to wager that either of you could face him in battle, and you'd still win. But, he had an eye for craftsmanship--specifically, weapon-smithing. What material to use to forge the perfect blade, how hot the iron must be before being struck. Give him any steel, and he'll forge a blade within a matter of days. But, he, himself, was too cowardly to hold one. Long story short, he tainted the Naxremis name and I was left to inherit his dishonor. He squandered everything he built, and for what? He didn't know. There was no purpose other than pure indulgence." For a second, Cuwarr's hand trembled as he gritted his teeth in what seemed like rage. "I've lived for over a century, but I spent more than half of it trying to rebuild my clan. That's why I believe that purpose breeds beauty."

Cuwarr's shoulders relaxed before he turned to his brides. If there was something that kept the frail gemminites endearing to his heart was the fact that he was closer to his mother than to his father. Although still cautious, Rea, his mother, eased Cuwarr's wounds after his training. She enlightened him to the ways of art and to the ways of finding beauty. However, like a flower that blooms in adversity, it fades away earlier than those who beheld its allure. When Rea died due to old age, Cuwarr swore to only rest his eyes on those who manifest the same radiance that his mother did. Hence, he crafted an eyepiece from the same gemminite cloth that his mother used to wipe the blood off of his skin. At this moment, he saw his mother in these two brides who couldn't be more different than one another. Still, they possessed the infuriating timidity that their puny race had. Sure, other drakkens were turned on by a docile gemminite, but fragile things had no place in his household. He would soon teach them that. But, for now, they deserved a fractal of peace for they would have less than a shard of it back in Drakka.

"Again, I repeat, beauty is a perspective but everything beautiful possess two similar traits: purpose and meaning," Cuwarr stood up before he stretched his arms, feeling his bones crackle and relax. Then, without warning, he strode over to his wives' paintings. Truth be told, Cuwarr felt giddy and happy that someone else was painting besides him. In the past, he only painted with his shadow. He wouldn't admit, of course, that he was as happy as a babe but, perhaps, the goofy grin that slipped past his restrains for a second could give evidence of that. In a flash, his eyes landed on Sorici's painting. It looked nothing like the fascinating night sky but it didn't mean that the solid, rich red and orange strokes of the brush which gave off the feeling of rage and spite; and the deep blue and green that felt melancholic with a tinge of hope failed to captivate the warlord. If anything, he felt a smolder deep inside him that was akin to awe. "You're a fighter, are you not, Sorici?" Cuwarr chuckled before he placed a gentle finger on the drying furious red streaks. "I feel your hatred from this shade of crimson. I understand that you hate my race that much and I won't stop you from doing so, but if I could change your hatred towards me, then, I believe that is beauty in itself." he placed a reassuring hand on her left shoulder. However, Cuwarr knew that he needed to change that hatred, but not because he was scared that Sorici might stab him in his sleep (she was a hundred years too young to be able to kill him), but because, simply, hatred was motivation without purpose.

Finally, he reached Kalani. Her painting also didn't resemble much of the scenery but the mixed streaks, almost as if hesitating to paint something else, enthralled Cuwarr. As of the moment, Cuwarr knew that Kalani had no intention of painting the meadows here, but instead, perhaps, the meadows back at her home. "You hesitate to paint what your heart tells you," Cuwarr smiled as he softly grasped her hand before leading it to rest near her temple. "This," he referred to her mind. "Is what creates hesitation and ugliness." Then, he shepherded both of their hands over her heart. "This," he paused. "Is what creates purpose, clarity and beauty. Listen to it." Cuwarr looked at her messy canvas again before also placing his hand on her shoulder. "From your hesitation, I would guess that you look back on the past. After all, the reason we hesitate is because of something that happened in the past. But, remember, we always need to keep moving forward. I understand that you will miss the familiarity of your home back in Gemminia, but if you could also make my home as yours, then, that also is beauty in itself. Home is where the heart is, no?"

Perfect. Everything was perfect. They were the perfect brides. They both had their own perspective of beauty, and Cuwarr could not ask for anything more.

"A lotus that looks to action to change her future and a rose that looks at the past to guide her present," Cuwarr mumbled as he took a step back. Coincidentally, the drops of moonlight focused on his two brides as if telling Cuwarr that, hey, these are the ones you were looking for all these decades. "Good. Good." he mused before clapping his hands. "I think that is enough for now. You have been through much tonight. You may rest your souls now. Go on." he directed them to the large bed beside the window. As for Cuwarr, he took one last look at his painting and realized how everything clicked into place at this moment. Coincidence? Perhaps so. Without thinking, Cuwarr had painted the hovering night sky being pierced with luminous moonlights that enmeshed two painting gems. One, chestnut-haired and the other auburn. The exact same scene that he was seeing now.

He let out a strangely strangled moan of satisfaction, feeling the hairs on his arms tingle. "Perfect."

With that, Cuwarr closed the windows before hopping on the extremely soft and cushion-y bed. He situated himself in the center of the bed, big enough to fit all three of them (it was drakken-sized after all). Then, he patted each side, beckoning his wives to sleep beside him to perfectly conclude this perfect moment. Things were clicking into place, and perhaps, these gems were the answers to the problems he had within. Cuwarr knew that as the night wanes, they might begin to hear some pained shrieks coming from the other gems whose husbands were more brutal. He wanted to spare them that torment of hearing their sisters cry out to deaf ears. If anything, he wanted to make sure that the same thing would never happen to his gems.
Expect a post up by tomorrow :D
In CLOSED. 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Aster Wisteria

Location: A-List Halls -> Field House/Football Team Locker Room -> B-List Halls -> Choir Room -> B-List Halls -> Band Room




"So, they're ready, right?" Aster clicked his pen before ticking off one of the checkboxes on his list that hung from a clipboard. "So, streamers and the sound system are good." The Vice President mumbled on as a few students walked beside him as he continued to make sure that everything had been prepared for this event. It has been quite some time before St. Mary's has become this lively, and this event was more than just a show of their school spirit. It was also an effort to entice the students to stay. Unfortunately for him, those airbag A-Listers were doing a good job of driving off those who never met their standards. But, sadly for them, Aster intended to make their 'bitch' lives harder. "Of course we need that mascot suit! Ain't no game complete without a mascot. How long would that arrive?" Aster grumbled as the student replied that the costume would arrive in an hour. "As long as it arrives before the rally ends."

Aster sighed as he waved off his colleagues before slumping near one of the lockers. He folded the sleeves of his white polo, rolling them up before sealing the cuffs a few inches below his elbow. He pulled out his phone from the right pocket of his blue fitting jeans before slamming it near his ear. "Talk to me," It was during these times that Aster shone as one of the pillars of student excellence. He perfectly handled most of these campus-wide celebrations and the teachers loved him for it. Every move calculated and every decision backed with research. Fortunately, he had done his share of research and study. As long as he could make the freshmen feel at ease during these events, he could make sure that about 78% of the new students would remain here until their senior years. He just had his newest paper submitted to Scopus about the feasibility of school events in promoting student loyalty to an institute. And, by all things good and holy, he would get that 78% inside this school. "Chi is doing what?!" he exclaimed. Oh, he should have expected that Meghan Chi to be already making some of those C-Listers feel out of place. "I swear I'll shove a cookie up her nose if she doesn't stop with this A-List Elitism. No matter, ID that student for me and I'll get to her in no time. Also, make sure that-- Wait, please hold," Aster received another call. "Hernandez is throwing what?!" Also, Hernandez was the epitome of a guy who will literally die if there wasn't a party every five seconds. Why do A-List idiots always cause trouble for him? "Contact maintenance at local 611 to clean up those posters. If some freshmen sees those and raise it with their parents, there goes our enrollees for next year. Got it?"

"Sorry for the hold... Talk to me," He switched back to the Chi Incident. "Make sure that the cheerleaders are in top shape. Some of our guests are coming and I do not want them falling on top of one another while lifting each other and doing a pirouette." Aster placed his phone down as he sank to the floor, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index. "We're almost there, Aster. Almost there." he stood up before checking his list. "Cheerleaders, done. Now, it's football. The stars." Aster jogged to the field house, popping over to the locker room as he tapped one of the metallic lockers with his clipboard. "Sorry to pop in unannounced, gentlemen. I just want to make sure that everyone's got their heads in the game. Those suckers at Trinity won't show you mercy, and neither should you. Also, your coach called in late. He's stuck in traffic, but he assured me that he would arrive in time for the Pep Rally." Aster ticked off the football team before taking off his glasses. "You're this school's pride, gentlemen. Show everyone why you're known as the best who spit out the rest. Take heart. Oh, and some college benefactors are attending to scout for some talent. Give them a show, especially the both of you, Alexander and Haynes. If you, gentlemen, need anything don't forget to give me a holler. You got my number, right, Haynes?"

With that, he marched of back to the campus. "Pep Song," he clicked his tongue. "The Glee Club." With a huff, the dutiful vice trotted off to the choir room. Before he entered, he took a moment to catch his breath. He had just been running all over the campus! Jesus, he should join the track and field team. As he entered the room, the cold air blasting back his sweat, sending nerves tingling down his spine. "You, singers, re--" Aster paused as he realized that they were in the middle of a vocal exercise. "Sorry for intruding," he bowed before looking at Montgomery. "No song yet? Don't worry about it. We've got plenty of time before the rally." Aster noted down the status of the Pep Song in his clipboard before realizing that everything was blurry. As it turned out, he forgot to wear his glasses! Aster chuckled before sliding his glasses over his eyes before waving off to the glee club. "I'm looking forward to your performance this afternoon, singers. Show Trinity that we've got the better vocal chords."

Whew. That's done. Aster sauntered out of the room. Suddenly, his vision tunneled and flashed. "Fuck, not now." He continued walking without a real direction and, before he realized it, he was standing a few feet behind someone! It was a miracle that he hadn't bumped into the person. He forced his hazy vision to clear, realizing that this was Santos! "Oh, Santos! Good to... see... you..." Aster blinked furiously to make the lad appear more than just a wad of pixels. "I... uhh... yes." he stammered. "Stay out of trouble." Aster dashed away from the scene, bumping into a trashcan or two. He didn't really know where he was going, and good thing that the students were flocking to the gymnasium... or else, he would have smacked into a whole class by now.

Then, everything became dark.

He suppressed a scream before he pushed against a random door, stumbling inside a random room in the process. "Holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit," Aster rambled as he crawled to the nearest corner before curling into a ball, waiting for the darkness to fade. "Calm down, Aster." he began to hyperventilate, but ultimately, he managed to calm down as his vision blurred slightly before steadying. Then, the sweetest mesh of lullabies flowed through his ear as Aster got his heart to beat slower. He still panted like crazy, but at least he was in no danger of passing out now. As his eyes became crystal clear, Aster stood up from a distance, observing the musician who looked so entranced, so focused on the world of melodies that she had created. "Devine?" he whispered to himself before hiding against hiding beside one of the cabinets that held some of the instruments. "Band room, huh?" Aster sighed, resting his back against the cabinet. Devine must have been so distracted that she even failed to notice his rather panicky entrance. Aster could go out now and join the festivities, but this symphony enticed him to stay for a while longer. Both he and Devine had a truce: no speak, no contact. Well, technically, he was just here to enjoy the moment of peace.

After he had ran almost all over campus, he deserved a break. He earned it. He earned it.
"It's over," Leon mumbled as the hail of ice and the fists of fire overcame their enemy, watching in amazement as Urgot began to flail until his voice shifted that to a normal one, his voice pleading for them to stop. At that point, he tried to reach out to Sam, as apparently was her name as he heard from Urgot, and Claire, urging them to cease and desist from their assault. However, before he could call out their names, a sudden cloud of fatigue settled in every nerve, every muscle, and every bone in his system. Like a car whose battery was shot, Leon sputtered before his knees gave way as he toppled back from the wall, falling to the pit of earth and stone below. Luckily, his form only vanished a few seconds after he hit the stones, which prevented any major damage, but as soon as he did revert back to normal, Leon struggled to breathe for air. He wheezed as if he had asthma, his chest rising and falling rapidly before he finally got a hold of himself. "I need to escape," Leon mumbled before he, after a struggle, propped himself up against a pile of debris. He examined his arms, chest, and legs, noting the acid stains from Urgot. He can't get far away from the scene, but he would have to try.

Or, maybe not. He was done running anyway. If he remained here, he would get to the bottom of these events.

Well done, Leon.

"Yorick?" he mumbled, eyes half-closed in fatigue.

Who knew that you were easily manipulated?

"W-What are you talking about?"

Surely, you realized by now that your bloodlust did not come from you, but from me. With all the mess you've created, there will be perilous consequences. The quiet life you wanted is no more.

"I thought... we were... friends?"

My only allegiance is to the Shadow Isles, and if I have to pretend to be your ally, then, so be it. I serve a master higher than you, and I will do everything to be rid of you.

"Damn," Leon coughed as the voices faded away. "I think we screwed up big time."
In CLOSED. 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
He might still do so, though, if only to make himself feel better. What Aster failed to realize is that he's just doing all of these good things not entirely because he wants to do good, but he wants to make himself feel better to get away from the past. He's doing it for himself, more or less.
In CLOSED. 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Uhmmm... I'm not sure if this will meet your standards :c


In CLOSED. 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Uhmmm... I'm not sure if this will meet your standards :c


Lord Cuwarr Naxremis

Husband of Sorici (@SevenStormStyle@RomanAria), his white lotus, and Kalani (@karamonnom), his auburn rose.


Once the wooden stands were placed near the window, Cuwarr grinned at the night sky before turning to his wives as he noticed the faintest tint of pink upon their cheeks. A playful, almost devious smile curved his lips whilst he slowly undid the ties on the towel that hung around his waist. His slender fingers slowly loosened the bindings, one knot after the other in an excruciatingly slow pace. His tongue swiped against his bottom lip before the towel gave way, falling in a crumpled heap at the warlord's feet. Finally, under the moonlight, his prominent... beige shorts. Cuwarr tossed the towel to the side before he went over to one of the cabinets, pulling out three large canvases, setting them on the wooden stands. Another set of wooden cases were brought out with small jars of linseed oil paint of varying colors. A set of wooden brushes also rolled inside the cases which Cuwarr placed beside each canvas, creating some sort of a painting set. As he finished the set, Cuwarr turned to his wives with a grin. "What did you think we were going to do?" he chuckled, a hand covering his laughing lips. As he finished his little giggle, his cerulean eyes looked warmly at them before he stuck his tongue out in a mocking manner. "My perverted flowers," Cuwarr opened the windows more, almost tearing off the curtains. "There is no meaning in copulating without a real goal behind it."

Rich moonlight flooded into the room as fragments of starlight blanketed the jet-black heavens above. Below the skies laid a green and fertile grassland, the reeds and leaves bowed before the wind's caress. Musky scents of earth and nature filling his nostrils as Cuwarr took a deep breath.

He strode over to the window, letting the winds cool him as he rustled his hair to get the remaining water out. "You don't get to see any of these in Drakka." Cuwarr mumbled, now looking at the scenery. "It's either dust, devils, or both." The warlord furrowed his brow in thought as he turned to his wives. "One of your artists sold me these items, but he made me understand something: beauty is more than just a word; it is a perspective. What we consider beautiful might not be beautiful to your race. However, no matter what race, no matter what culture, these vast heavens and lands will always pique our wonder."

Outside of the room, Pezach pulled back his ear from the surface. "There he goes with his lectures. Thank Krenta that Cuwarr has other ears forced to listen to this nonsense." he whispered to the other three.

Qiorach grinned as they began to head down the staircase. "He sounds like a pathetic gemminite when he lectures. I swear, if he wasn't such an eagle-eye, I wouldn't have even bothered serving him. Come, we have more whores to attend to before this night is over. I believe there are some gemminites who were not picked." The lieutenants descended down the stairs, confident that whatever the gemminites would plan, Cuwarr would inevitably foil it.

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"It is beautiful because it will cease to exist," Cuwarr grinned as he grabbed a 20mm flat paintbrush, dipping it in vine black before spreading the dark shade across the top of the canvas. "I would never forget that artist. Then, I realized the purpose of painters. Their aim is to preserve beauty so that others may see it before it fades away." Finally, he turned to his brides, motioning for them to take a seat in front of the blank canvases. "This will be the last time you will see this part of your land, and I want you to etch this very memory, to paint it as if this will be the last time you shall witness such beauty. Because, it is."

His sharp eyes caught the sight of the flowers still behind their ear. "Oh, and you may take off those flowers, now. My mark has already been left behind your ear. The stems of these flowers secrete a harmless toxin once that discolors your skin, creating a mark of thorns where the sap lands. And, of course, this mark of thorns is the symbol of your allegiance to House Naxremis." And, indeed, they would find forking jagged black lines, in the design of thorns, from the top of their ear before it crescents a few inches from their earlobe.

"No one stops painting until I do," Cuwarr announced before he took a seat, and dabbed a 10mm round paintbrush into titanium white which he used to dot the stars. "And, I suppose you have a lot of questions right now. Talkative gems are not so welcome in Drakka, so while you are here, speak as much as you can. When the three of us are confined in a single room with no other individuals, feel free to talk about anything. Although, I discourage you from conversing freely in the presence of others, not because I am ashamed of liberal gems. No, this precaution is for your own safety. You should know that some drakkens cut off the tongues of gems who talk too much. But, not with me. Be at ease."

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