Operator Luna

Lake of Mirrors 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗌

「 The stories hidden
behind the waves 」

_{Each face, a tale.
Each life, a narrative.}

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A young woman looks at you as you stare across an island. She stands near a beautiful multi-coloured tree, brimming with life and energy, a clear and sparkly moat of water surrounding them both. She pushes up her worn glasses upon her nose.
"Welcome, traveller. To the dwelling place of adventurous spirits, with histories aged and distant. Here you'll find the answers to your curiousity." Her voice echoed across the lake. "What lives they led. What they are truly like. What they think of themselves. What inner thoughts they had of the people around them. And what kind of adventure are they on?" The woman spoke softly to you. Kneeling down by the water's end, she tapped the surface of a bright light, that seemed like a living soul, and watched it zip past her in a hurry.

Current Mood in One Gif

Going out (tomorrow) on my first date in my 20+ years. Very nervous and excited. Wish me luck!

What Are You Listening To?

'Don't look for me, I'm just a story you've been told.'

P A T H I A: THE CERULEAN ORDER [closed]

Hey there, expressing my interest for this RP!
I would love to join if y'all have space. :D

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DIY
_{by Stela Cole}

What Are You Listening To?

NUMB
_{by Hayden James feat. GRAACE}

Emerald Odyssey — An MMO Isekai RP (Now Accepting!)

Agaue Selinofoto

Miura Yui

Location: Sen Rynta - Sanctuary
@PKMNB0Y@A Lowly Wretch

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Yui could honestly do not much more than stare at Magnificus' sad attempt of striking up a conversation, especially a trap conversation. The old man was nonetheless an NPC with a glaringly obvious, but not visible, quest symbol above his head. She waved away her shield and lance, pulling out her tent and sleeping bag from the inventory. Sleep, food, and preparing for travel tomorrow morn was more important than the trouble that Magnificus was about to stir up.

Despite her thoughts, Yui herself was curious. Did the developers program him to have a tingle too? Was her intuition better or worse than what it was? What is the source he spoke of?
All these questions, and Yui knew the only answer to them would come from this man, so she too walked towards the eccentric pair, standing up stiffly with her arms across her chest. "What do you mean by that?", she asked bluntly. There was no point beating around the bush, small talk could wait later. She was still hungry after all.

Emerald Odyssey — An MMO Isekai RP (Now Accepting!)

Agaue Selinofoto

Miura Yui

Location: Sen Rynta - Windy Plains [Outskirts]
@Hammerman@PKMNB0Y@A Lowly Wretch

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The trip to the village was quiet and honestly unpleasant, as with the wariness, hostility, and vex that was coming from different sides. Yui was only concerned about three things during this trip down, and that was monsters, PKs, and the tag-a-long, even if he made it very clear that he would mind his distance. Which he did, yet Yui was still cautious. Why did he bother travelling with them? Clearly he was better off alone rather than walking alongside the likes of them. She huffed at the notion. Whatever his intentions were, they'll reveal themselves in due time.

Yui thought of the plant she was meant to forage. Discreetly, she checked her potions inventory. There was enough, but only for one equal battle - Yui grimaced at the thought. Players shouldn't be fighting against each other, however... the world is such a place. They'd take arms against each other as sport, finding pleasure in misery as they cry at their own. People can be cruel, beyond imagination, sickly sweet before they toss you away cold-heartedly.

She suddenly thought about her younger brother, a nerdy yet rambunctious one, who always said things such as 'If I was isekai'd, I would...', running off with his head in the clouds. Luckily he's never touched Emerald. Despite his feisty attitude, he was a considerate and impressionable soul, and Yui never forgave herself for letting the world inflict its poison on him.
So when they came down face-to-face with this ragged man who fancied cosplay, she smiled.
Not genuinely, no, she never did - it was a corner tilted lip smile that you'd portray at annoyances.
Or pure garbage.

She loathed the appearance of the man, and if he didn't shut his mouth, she'd stab him.
"Let's camp outside instead." she spoke, trying to avoid major confrontation with a man who she has no business with.