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The Empress of the Underground

I'm super sorry I just haven't been able to reply lately. I've barely been able to reply anywhere lately, between writers block and finals pretty much here, I just haven't had the energy. I haven't forgotten about this and I promise I'll be on it as soon as I have the energy.

Somethings Can't Be Forgotten

I got two. One with a friend I made on tumblr, another a friend from my early roleplaying days with Hetalia characters on facebook. One is kind of a standard slice of life, and the other is this sci fi thing. The sci fi one has a lot of feels going around, all the time, it's a good time. It's so nice finding people who really get attached to your characters, and then you get attached to theirs too and it's all great.

The Empress of the Underground

"Towards your own private palace. Keep moving," she ordered. Her voice was notably surly - there could be little doubt that he was not, in fact, going towards his own private palace. 'Vile shit', he called it. Under her helmet, Norea rolled her eyes. He spat it out like she was to do something criminal. "You are my responsibility for now, as the empress declared." He knew nothing.

By the time they got to the doors, Lilith was out of sight, having turned down one corridor, and the guard pulled Alexander towards the opposite end. The halls themselves of this place felt wrong. The walls were inlaid with mosaics of red and gold stones, spelling out a tale in some indecipherable, inhuman language, and though there were no windows or torches, anything to light their path, the halls were illuminated anyway. Other inhuman creatures would sometimes pass them by, nodding to Norea before being on their way, staring at Alexander until they had passed each other by.

A pair of wood-like doors finally arose near them, so sudden it was like they'd come from nowhere. A hulking guard was already stationed by the doors. When they recognized Norea, they opened the doors with a deep creak. It was… less of a torture chamber than one may have imagined, but there was almost nothing there. The most notable things were the long chains dangling from the wall, piled on the floor, and a small curved window a few feet off the ground – the first glimpse of the outside world he could get.

Somethings Can't Be Forgotten

Oh no man, I'm sorry, that's a shame. I think with my RPs, the ones on GOogle Docs have some nostalgia going for them, so that's probably why I'm more pumped for them. But writers block is a killer, wish I had some advice for snapping yourself out of it.
It's decent. It's low maintenance and everyone can use it and it's nice to be reassured that everything is stored.

Somethings Can't Be Forgotten

I don't know why I've been devoid of inspiration on here. It's just on here. I got some Google Doc RPs going strong, dunno why these aren't working for me.

Somethings Can't Be Forgotten

Hello friend, I exist again. Maybe. Attempting to.

The Empress of the Underground

"No." Oh, look at that, he was trying to act tough, similarly to a few moments on the surface, even when strapped down to a chair. There were none else like him down here... well, at least not anymore. In response to his other question, about what she captured him for, Lilith met his gaze head on, tilting her head, looking at him like he was crazy. "I don't want to tell you," she said, blunt as a hammer. "It doesn't benefit me to tell you." If nothing else, she was honest, at least so it seemed. So far she hadn't said anything that came across as an outright lie. "I've told you all that is necessary for you to know. You will remain in my custody until the time is right."

She turned away from his chair. "I'm finished now. Norea, take him away at your leisure."

The empress began to stride off towards massive doors opposite her throne, and the stone-faced thing by the throne began to follow at a respectful distance. The petite creature by Alexander's chair began to take the restraints off the chair, but he could make no mistake, they still kept an iron grip on his wrists. Once one hand was free, they took a pair of cuffs off their belt and slapped it on his free hand.

“On your feet,” the petite thing muttered, jerking him out of his seat the moment his other hand was unbound. They roughly spun him around and cuffed his hands behind his back. “Let’s go, I have things to do,” they – she? There was some feminine-sounding nasality to the voice coming from under the helmet – ordered, pushing him towards the doors Lilith had just exited out, her white hair the only thing of much contrast in the dim hallways.

The Empress of the Underground

Norea, the captain of the guard

Somethings Can't Be Forgotten

Bela is passed off as Rowland's son, so it wouldn't exactly be two separate families. And I don't think it was particularly unusual for married children to remain with the parents for a while. Unless I'm mistaking medieval/Renaissance English culture with another culture, which is completely possible. But I'm still fairly sure that there wasn't much urgency for adult children to move out of their parents homes back then regardless.

I was pretty busy yesterday, so it's fine. Didn't get around to responding to anything anyway.

Somethings Can't Be Forgotten

The four of them are living under the same roof most of the time. And we know that when a human stops by, Elizabeth and Rowland pretend to be married, but also know that Bela and Nadya are to pretend they're married as well. No wonder Bela has a thing for Nadya indeed.