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When Royalty Collides ~Closed~

Is there a tl;dr for posts? I've been super busy

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

@Lucius Cypher Erika will go onto deep ground soon, i know you mentioned an interest in continueing the sweeper thing, if you still want to go that way let me know.

When Royalty Collides ~Closed~

I'll try to get a post up soon~

Tears of Ameratsu [Feudal Fantasy Japan] [Seven Samurai/Lord of The Rings inspired]

@LovelyAnastasia It's all good! I love the post. You should know though, the creature he blinded and the one that attacked her were two separate beasts, not the same. Also it shouldn't be known of his current condition with his curse. Say, if this rp dies, would you like to continue it as a 1x1?

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

Erika Mitsuki and Hitoru Mitsuki

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Just as Erika had made it home, she bounded up to her room, her long black curls bouncing around her as she hummed to herself, fondly recalling her date with Michael. She smiled, feeling frankly very girlish and beautiful as she opened the door to her room, her glasses mildly foggy from her consistent blush. She closed the door, turning around with it to make sure it would lock for the night. Despite her humming and singing, she'd been sure to be quiet when coming in. Erika turned around, looking to undress and prepare for the night when the image of her brother, looming over her with his arms folded appeared before her.

"Where have you been?"

With a yelp, Erika leaped back, slamming her body inadvertently against the door, hitting her head. She groaned, holding the back of her head as she crouched down, scrunching up her face in the pain. Her brother sighed in annoyance as he crouched down with her.

"God, you're such a klutz," He grabbed her by her hands and gingerly helped her to the bed where she was sat down. He allowed her a moment of quiet to gather herself before she looked up at him.

"Why are you in here? Shouldn't you be off doing guild stuff or, whatever?" She frowned at him, annoyed in her own way. The scowl on Hitoru's face deepened.

"You dodge my calls all night, worrying me sick, then I learn you're on a date with the Red King?! And you challenged him?!" Erika was startled by this, realizing her phone was still in the lockers with Michaels at school. She'd have to remember to return it to him. Unsure how to apologize, she settled on a rebuttle.

"W-well, how do you know about that?" In response, Hitoru only pulled out his phone. On it, a video of her declaration of war and kiss played out. Erika was floored, only pressing her lips together in a firm line as she looked at him with a large blush on her face. "I know what you're going to say. . ."

"Do you, now?" Hitoru raised an eyebrow at his little sister.

"You're going to forbid me from seeing him or fighting him, right? You'll say something like, I always knew he was bad news, that getting involved with any colored king is a horrible idea and that you'll put me under surveillance or something or--umph!!" Erika was cut off by Hitoru putting his whole hand on her face.

"You talk, like, alot. Maybe you should talk less, I think." Hitoru looked at her with a smirk. In annoyance, Erika swatted his hand away and pursed her lips before folding her arms. Hitoru sat down on the bed beside her, looking for a moment a little unconfident. After a moment, he looked at her. "Not to be weird or whatever but I was really messed up when you were in your coma." Erika looked at him, surprised by the change in topic. "And... just now, when I couldn't get ahold of you, I was also... freaking out, I guess. Whatever, look, Eri," Hitoru pivoted to look at his sister, frowning as he removed his baseball hat, holding it in his hands. "Can you maybe not... disappear on me for a while?"

Erika was stunned by this monologue by her brother. After a minute of letting his words sink in, her shoulders fell a little. She had her reasons for ditching the phones but the look in her brother's eyes made it register for her just how much she'd scared him tonight. A pang of guilt made her realize her actions, and made tears well up in her eyes as she recognized her brother's pain during her time "a.f.k." Biting her lip, she nodded at Hitoru.

"I'm sorry, Hito." She leaned in and gave her brother a big hug, which he reciprocated fairly quickly. She could feel him relaxing in her arms and she gave a small smile.

"Just... just answer the phone next time, okay?"

"Okay." With that, they pulled out of the hug. "So... does this mean you're cool with the stuff with Michael?"

"Oh no, I still have tons to say about that." Erika only grimaced in response. "First of all, you DO know you're a witch doctor class right?" He looks at her incredulously, his eyebrows raised. Erika only blinked in response at first.

"Wait, so, you're cool with it?"

"Cool with it? I'm ecstatic for it." Hitoru grinned. "I mean, if you win, you would have beat a colored king as a healer class. If you lose, I get to laugh at you for the rest of your life."

"Oh. You're so supportive." Erika's voice dripped with sarcasm as she turned away from him. "Look, I meant what I said, I'm gonna figure something out."

"And I believe it," Hitoru admitted, his eyes narrowing. What he said next surprised Erika more than anything else had that night. "That's why we're going to go train your new glitch ability tonight in Deep Ground."

Tears of Ameratsu [Feudal Fantasy Japan] [Seven Samurai/Lord of The Rings inspired]

@LovelyAnastasia that could work. Thus far the teamwork angle is paying off

R.W.B.Y. ~ The Colors of Dawn ~

thank you those that have posted :3 hopefully the others will as well

When Royalty Collides ~Closed~

@OfWindAndRain So Fareeha had basically no reaction?

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

~Erika and Michael~

Erika sped up the stairs of the subway, alone, emerging with her grin illuminated by the crescent moon above. Her curls bounced around her and her glasses glimmered in the moonlight, her face aglow with a profound blush only young love could grant. She began her run up the hill, her mind still back inside the cafe as her breath came out in small, panting breaths, her heart beating loudly but steadily in her chest.


With the mochas on the table giving off steam the smelled delectably of coffee, chocolate, and for Erika, a mountain of whipped cream and cinnamon, the two had sat in silence with only the sound of a gentle piano to accompany their quiet. Her declaration of war and subsequent kiss had left Erika shaky, but also relieved in a way that she couldn't describe since she'd first started at Purple Crown Academy. After a few more moments in what Erika thought to be comfortable silence, her hands clasped around the mug in a way that her fingers intertwined, relishing the warmth, she looked at him through the somber but autumnal lighting of the coffee house.

"Be honest," She began, looking into her mug more than at the red king. "What were your thoughts when you first met me a few weeks ago? You remember," She paused, her eyes raising up to meet his. "That day I was late for class."

"I was annoyed you were late. That's all at first," said the Red King rather bluntly. He was still trying to manage the whole relationship thing going on between them but didn't pay it too much mind or to the people who might see them together; better they learn now then later after all. "Then you started talking back to me and I thought you had an attitude. Which I found interesting," he continued. "You can imagine that it's not every day a Colored King gets talked to like a regular person." At this, Erika raised her eyebrows.

"Does that bother you?" Her tone genuinely surprised, she blinked a few times and adjusted her glasses. "You always seem so... cool, I suppose. Do you... not care for being a colored king, then?"

"There's a difference between being composed and not caring. So I suppose it has to do with what you said. Or something," said the Red King, expression neutral. "It's been a while since anyone else has led the Scarlet Harleys so maybe I've gotten desensitized from the prospect of ruling. I'm not sure myself whether I just ignore the mantle or if I just don't care for it all that much anymore." Erika looked him up and down as she listened to him, nodding.

"Do you ever regret becoming the red king, do you think?" As she asked this, she leaned back and took a sip of the mocha.

"I didn't have much choice in the manner. Not when the prior Red King personally entrusted me with their Guild," Micheal replied, hoping Erika didn't ask any further. Because now was not the time for recollections of the past and it wasn't like anyone cared for the history of the Scarlet Harleys anyway.

"Really?" Erika asked, her eyes wide as she sat up, perking at this new truth. Then she thought for a moment, and chuckled, her body relaxing again. "You really are cool. Heh..." Something ocurred to her at that moment, causing her brows to arch again, her smile turning a bit mischievous as the subject matter she wanted to question changed. "With how much this color is... obviously invested into your life, I'm going to guess your favorite color is..." One eye closed behind her glasses as she peered over at him. "Green?"

"Red isn't exactly a cool color but-" though at that point Micheal's voice trailed off into oblivion as he simply stared at Erika. Immediately thoughts of Kenji popped up and that wasn't very pleasant to mull over. "Er, I wouldn't...call it my favorite. But I have found myself dealing with the color for a while now. My favorite would probably be some kind of blue maybe. Or a shade of red that no one's discovered yet," he said. At this, Erika giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. She looked up at him, her eyes twinkling in mischief. For his part, Micheal didn't need to say anything; rather, his look of confusion said enough for him already. "What? Blue's a nice color."

At that moment, she had stopped to catch her breath on top of the hill that her home resided on and turned to face the moon, her arms down by her sides. Her grin became a closed mouth smile and she relaxed her shoulders.



A short while later, the mocha half way empty, Erika had come to rest her head on the mahogany table, her head resting in her half folded arms as a finger traced lazily over the top of her mug. Her voice had a bit of a dream like quality to it as she's come to be more comfortable around Michael.

"Michael... when we get out of here, out of Purple Crown... what do you think you're gonna do? I mean... as a career. What makes you so passionate?"

"That's...a very good question," he said, for once a tinge of doubt in his voice. "I haven't given it too much thought and Deep Ground determines your future anyway. There's really been no need for me or anyone else to think about things like that since the game decides everything. But still..." and then his voice trailed off once more.

"But still." She looked up at him, smiling a little. She sat up a little, resting her hand on her jaw as she looks outside at the quiet, quickly darkening dusk. "...I want... to own a bakery. And... maybe a flower shop. I don't know..." Erika looked back at her drink with a chuckle. "In any case, I guess I just want to do something that would make others happy. Knowing something like.... I baked a cake for a wedding or arranged flowers for someone's first date... thinking about that makes me smile." She looked back at him, her eyes nonchalant. "I guess I have some of my own figuring out to do."

"That's surprisingly simple for a complicated girl like you," he said with a small grin. "But I guess I'm too used to complications. My career would probably be something rife with it. As for making other people happy? I'm not too sure about that. After all, we're doing that already with playing Deep Ground. Keeping the World Government and the rest of your peers satisfied seems to outweigh one's own happiness in this world. Or something."

"Not them," She smiled back at him, then considered the thought. "Well... Actually, I wouldn't mind. Maybe because it doesn't bother me now. It's not as though others have considered my happiness before. I'd rather... " She paused, then looked at her mug. "I'd rather... be able to fight for my happiness... because I think in our world, it's something earned rather than something given." She looked back up at him, cocking her head to the side. "Hasn't it always been that way though... Red King?"

"Yes, I suppose so...you know you don't have to call me that anymore," he pointed out. "But history seems to indulge in happiness being fought over. Whether or not something different happens this time around remains to be seen. By anyone." Such was the case now and for the future to behold. But in this moment, perhaps happiness could very well be given.

Erika closed her eyes, resolving to be able to find her happiness which, at this moment, seemed to lie within the Red... Michael. Nodding to herself, recalling how they had left the cafe with the promise of another date, at another time, Erika sprinted to the front door of her home not a few houses down, her heart doing backflips in her chest.

Tears of Ameratsu [Feudal Fantasy Japan] [Seven Samurai/Lord of The Rings inspired]

Until Astronaut gets back here, let's try to push forward as best we can. We can just do fights with the NPC menace here until they get back as annoying as it is.