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“If you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of energy, frequency and vibration.” ― Nikola Tesla
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“I think and think for months and years. Ninety-nine times, the conclusion is false. The hundredth time I am right.” – Albert Einstein
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“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.” ― Rumi
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“Stand in the ashes of a trillion dead souls, and asks the ghosts if honor matters. The silence is your answer.” ― Javik
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I'll get another post out tomorrow. Yasuo's interaction is starting off slow so I'm going to make him more available. Might head down to the courtyard to get some council from Susanoo.
Morning family, how's everyone doing so far?
@Raineh Daze@VitaVitaAR I just wanna say that I didn't find it hard at all to read his post. It was actually entertaining. The first person that he uses is clear and concise, not at all a problem in my opinion. Some can't pull it off but I think Crimmy can.

He has a good reason for wanting to go with his first person. In my humble opinion, I feel like he should be allowed to do so.

EDIT: Also got my post up. Yasuo is a bit of depressing character, a bit more than I intended. I might have exaggerated it too. Anyway, I think this would be a good time for some inhumanly chipper character to come around and light a fuse in him to strip away the darkness. Or at least keep him fighting.

Yasuo Ojima x


A firm hand fell against his shoulder and shook him from his aimless fixation with his desk’s sunlit surface. Yasuo looked over at Kenji’s face, the youth’s lifted brow and stern expression was still new and confusing to him.

“You just gonna sit there?” he wondered.

Yasuo slid his hands into his pockets, let his legs stretch out, and leaned against the hard chair. “Yea…” he answered lethargically, though sleep was not on his face.

“Ojima Yasuo-san, class is ove-.”

“-Yasuo, I hate formalities. Just Yasuo.” He interrupted swiftly, causing Kenji to freeze.

“Formalities are the last of your worries at this moment, Ojima-san. School policy dictates that…”

The annoying cadence of Kenji’s lecture was mostly ignored. The news that he had been dropped smack dab into a annual tournament was just now hitting him. Just now torturing him mercilessly. Every moment that drew closer was like a small heart-attack. It seized him in its steel grasp and tightened with warning for his trials. A pain was torturous.

Yasuo, incapable of remaining there in its grasp, raised up and hurried out the classroom, leaving Kenji's rigid protocol behind him. The way to the school’s roof had been blurred by his panic. The fresh air that swept over him though had not, the openness of the cloudless sky and beaming sun gave him reprieve from the dangerous emotions.

He loosened the grip over his heart and let his breath release into the ozone. “God… I can’t keep going through this. I should bow out of this contest, outta school too” he thought aloud, tightening his fist to crush the anguish.

The wind was indifferent to him, it could care less as it whistled. Grabbing the edges of his coat, the sides of his pants and sweater. Touching the strands of his hair. More than anything… more than wanting to fight and overcome this. At the moment, more than the openness that set free his heartache; he needed time. The time to recompose, to rebuild himself.

What are you searching for? Is it peace, forgiveness? You cannot expect those things when you win, Son. You must bear it and move on!


"Dammit, he's the last person I wanted to think about," muttered Yasuo, his face contorted and hurt.

He slowly laid on the ground, his eyes to the sky. If he was going to settle in his anguish, he'd need to be ready to throw it all away in a moment's notice too.
My boy Goldas is hated by the squad lmao.

Just as I planned it to be

Goldas x Mary x Phoebe - @j8cob -@TheHangedMan


Easy, he urged himself melancholy, his deadly intent to claw, raze, and destroy boiling to the surface.

Not a single soul in Luna Crescente had known. Not a mouse or bird, cat or bug could have guessed the sporadic destruction he had left along his trails. So how could he blame Golem’s Mary Boyce for testing the waters. She hadn’t known that she was the worst possible opponent for him. That her plants meant nothing to his devastating flames.

He had to keep up the act, the mask that was glued to his face.

Goldas’ smile faded into a saddened half-frown as Mary’s plant’s receded back into the ground; through the cobblestone and smooth earth beneath. He was looking at Phoebe when his composure was slowly gathered. For a long, inconsiderate moment, he just stared at her with chargin.

When he did turn his eyes to Mary, it seemed she had just finished a long speech. One that he had heard, his Dragonslayer hearing making it impossible to miss, but he would pretend to have ignored entirely.

He touched his cheek with his index. “Sorry, I’m just now realizing how innocently cute my guildmate is.” Then beneath his breath, so quiet that it went missing in the wind he said, “There’s no beauty in battle though. Only pain and bloodshed.”

Goldas intook air so sharp that it sounded loudly, the breath that followed suit was heated beyond the abilities of the human body. “I’m bored now. Guess I’ll go find more gullible, less strong-willed women to play with. You two are stretching my charming muscles to tattered strips of flesh.”

He turned to walk away but stopped mid-twist, looking to Phoebe in that same, hurt expression from before. The wicked charm in his eyes dulled as they fell to the ground. “This is outta of character for me, so don’t take it to heart. Just know I’m sorry, I’ll let you figure out what for.”

Then he started off again, his pacing and long strides taking him five feet from the girls in less-than a second.

Let's get this post started. I've overcome my trials of sleep


I've never been so tired and unable to sleep in my entire life, as I was yesterday. I didn't even go to work, that's how tired I was.

And I work night shift ^_^

Lol I think we're all just waiting like shadows. Stalking the corners lol.
Ben Solo
18 | Padawan | Dagobah


He was tempted to suggest they turn back and ask Luke for help. But instead he bit his lip in thought for a moment and stood up, feeling a certain responsibility brew on the inside. To be frank it was his first true challenge as a Jedi and he didn’t want to fail his master or give in to the dark, twisted visions.

“Let’s… split up, Odd.” The words felt so very wrong coming out of his mouth. Everything in him… well everything that made up the current him, protested against this. The taste of iron made itself known in his mouth, a bead of red forming on his lip.

His jedi intuition told him that it was the best way to secure the piece. Two jedi together was unbeatable but they couldn’t cover the same ground as say, a squadron of armed men. If they wanted to find the piece first... yea, that’s what his mind was saying to justify this insane ludicrous idea. It was logical but it was a logic he didn’t particularly condone.

Before he knew it, he was hugging Odette in an all-consuming embrace. “You better stay safe, don’t let even a single line of hair get cut. Promise me!” he pleaded desperately, firmly, powerfully; as if attempting to will this into absolution.

Once they were comfortable with leaving one another, Ben hurried off down a moss, vine covered path in the temple. It wasn’t until later that he had remember to consult the Force on the piece’s location. He concentrated on the eddies of the universe and let it carry his mind. It pulled him in ways that seemed like a patchwork of code that needed deciphering. He had a good guess of where it was but not exactly where it rested.

At most he could say that it was far below him. The Force told him that a group of three had traveled below, the rest of the soldiers had remained a top. Ben slipped his lightsaber hilt to his hand and ignited the blade, its blue sizzle torched the ground in a circle below him. When the earth fell apart and he heard muffled alerts below, he looked down to see the three soldiers descending down stairs; staring appropriately up at him. Blaster rifles at the ready.

“Oops,” he murmured before leaping down to them, the Force cushioning his fall and making his unbelievable descent unnatural. "I'm warning you now, I'm not as kind as most Jedi. Get in my way and I'll cut you down."

FINALLY I POSTED!


Whew, now what should I do ^-^
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