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PARTY TIEM GAIZ!

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Welcome back Hari. We've wondering what happened to you.

@Guess Who

I was dead. Now I am not dead. Therefore, I am alive! For now.

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tl;dr - Hai gaiz, I'm baaaaaaaack :3c

Somewhere in the cold darkness. . .

A single water droplet formed on a spire of rock on the cavern ceiling above. Slowly did it trail and travel along its downward point, its path random and erratic as it traced its way. The moisture coalescing at the very tip of the rock spire until gravity did its faithful duty. Pulling the wet bead towards the ground below where it spattered with a faint. . .

Drip.

The sound echoed and resonated from within the darkness.
Its noise amplified by its environment as it bounced through the airwaves.
A pair of faunus ears twitched at the sound.
Rousing their owner from their rest.
A single eye slowly fluttered open.
Its vision adjusted to the blackness.

Drip.

The faunus lay there, staring at the abyss.
Watching as more water droplets formed and fell to the earth in its line of sight.
Its mind eventually warming up enough, the faunus went to move albeit slowly.

Drip.

A sharp stab of pain gripped the faunus, stealing its breath from it as it recoiled. Gritting its teeth as it bared its fangs at nothing, the faunus sucked in a sudden gasp of air as its face scrunched from whatever unknown injury. Hissing angrily, the faunus reached out with its hand and sank its claws into dirt. Clutching a fistful of dirt as it pulled itself to a better position, so as it could determine its current situation. Clothing loudly rustling from the friction of being rubbed and scratched against the floor. As it worked its way into some sort of stance, its bones creaked as they protested any motion. Muscles burned like fire as they internally screamed at their owner for daring to move. The faunus' body felt heavy, devoid of strength, drained of energy. But, its will and determination alone kept it moving. First from laying to kneeling. Now, to stand.

Drip.

With a heavy thud the faunus practically stomped on the ground as it planted one firm foot in retaliation of its body's complaints. A small cloud of dust kicked up from the action, accidentally inhaled by the faunus. Forcing a few strained coughs from the faunus. Shaking its head as if to shoo away the irritating dust, the faunus planted its other foot and fought against the forces of gravity that teased water droplets to wake slumbering Faunus. With a stumble and a step, the faunus righted itself but had to clutch at its head. Such a simple motion and action shouldn't have been so challenging, and yet so it was. The faunus' heart thumped and beat hard in its chest. Blood roaring loudly in the faunus' veins and ears as if it were their first time doing so in a long while. The faunus felt ill, dizzy. Pain still seized the faunus tightly in its clutches.

Drip.

Breathing hard and labored, the faunus' mind began to race as it blinked through the mysterious pain. Questions arose in between blinks. Who was it? Where was it? How did it get here? When? Why? As these questions and more sped through the faunus' mental raceways, the faunus turned about within the darkness to gain its bearings. A thin sheen of nervous sweat coated the faunus' body, the darkness leeching its body heat and chilling its skin until cold. A wispy cloud of white breath leaving the faunus' parted lips.

Drip.

A sudden bout of nausea rocked the faunus as it hunched over, stumbling. Its tail swinging and swaying behind it was its saving grace. Preventing a nasty fall. As it recovered, the faunus grit its teeth once more and shook its head. "Think." the faunus told itself "Think!" Focusing, the faunus steadied its breathing as it opened both of its apparently shut eyes. Staring at a spot on the ground as the faunus' breathing slowed, calming down. A name and a thought crossed through the fog of its memory. Eyes giving off a faint golden glow in the dark.

"My name is Shiro."
The faunus boy recalled.
"And I'm back."

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@Prince of Seraphs

. . .Once Gren had all this things put away he walked into the airship bound for Forever Fall, hopefully with Shiro and Sangue in tow. . . .

@Lucius Cypher

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Sorry it's been a while since my last post, peeps.

But rest assured I'm still present.

Also, though Shiro's got his hood up and nose to his Scroll, he's very much open to interaction by any characters present. xD As he always is.

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Kuhaku Shiro

"I'm okay!"

The world in his vision spun. Round and round endlessly making him feel queasy as he swore he heard the annoying twitter of circling birds flying overhead, though he couldn't see them. From just below the very border of his vision, he saw Sangue's face pop up offering her one and only hand to help him up after his little...'mishap'. Smiling, just about to reach for her offered hand to help himself up, Gren beat her to the punch and scooped him up.

Like a kitten being grabbed by its scruff, Shiro's body stiffened until he was set back onto his feet. Blinking, he did a quick self check. Still had feeling in his toes. Still had feeling in his hands. He could see, hear, and smell everything okay. He didn't feel like he was going to immediately die and didn't sense any feeling of danger. So, he was okay. Smiling with ears twitching happily, he lived through another one of his 'moments'. Speaking of smell Gren handed him a kebab of meat, to which he stared at for a moment before realizing that was what smelled so good. What was with Gren constantly cooking anyways? He could never understand his friend's obsession with it, but everyone had their hobbies so he just shrugged and bit into his gifted snack. As he ate, airship just off in the distance, he turned his attention to the others in the group and saw that quite a little crowd had gathered. Was it because of Gren's cooking or was everyone going to Forever Falls for different reasons?

Nomming away, he saw a particular faunus girl that he knew a bit better than the rest. That...canine faunus. Sepia. She was apparently going around asking others for their birthdays for one reason or another. Hearing each of them list off the days and months they were born, Shiro's chewing slowed as his expression sobered up.

...
He didn't know his birthday.
Truth be told, he hadn't known his birthday for as far as memory would allow.

When he was discovered, found, rescued, whatever you want to call it. They just assumed his age or so he thought. Whenever he attempted to ask the adults responsible for overseeing him and the other orphans, they simply told him "You're [blank] age now." Without ever giving a specific year, month, or day. It made a few things difficult in his life, but for simplicity's sake, he always figured that whenever the new year rolled around that he had also aged a year. So, on all official documents with his personal information, he always put January 1st and counted back the years appropriately for his birth year.

He could've been either much older or younger than he thought, but without any information, family, relatives to refer to, there was no telling. As with many things in his life, they were all lies, made up, or assumed. Information filled into blank, empty space to simply fill in a box on a form.

So, he slowly turned away from Sepia and the others. Acting as if he hadn't heard the question posed to them all and looked up to see the airship coming and quickly finished off his kebab. Pulling his hood over his head and ears, Shiro slipped out his Scroll and resumed his work on the finer details of Sangue's future arm. Intent on staying as under the radar as he could all of a sudden, after his ...energetic entrance.

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@NarayanK - More than your art, we love you. Just like your precious OC, y'all are sweet lil' cinnamon buns. Too precious for this world.

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@Lucius Cypher - Hrmph...

I have mixed emotions about Priscilla's character being...boiled down to just a sexual tool/object.

I feel like it's a disservice to her creator. Doesn't do it honor or justice.

But, whatever. I'm gonna go have a smoke break.

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@Crimson Raven - He's got a really thick/dense skull.

@Prince of Seraphs - That's what you think. Plus don't forget he carries explosive live ammunition on him via his belt. He's already demonstrated in the past that he isn't above taking a hit to his Aura by blowing himself and the surrounding area up. Though he wouldn't make it a habit, of course.

No one likes being blown-up/lit on fire.

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@Prince of Seraphs - Don't you think that could be worse?

A hyperactive, sometimes reckless and clumsy tiger boy.

Or a doped up and drugged reckless and clumsy tiger boy?