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That's quite alot to think about. I definitely can understand Lug's distrust through, especially for me since I've 'ditched' before, but that was due to....lets call it disciplinary measures. But since then I like to think I have matured as an RPer (and a person; IMA MAN),
Wow that clip is older than I thought.
Well after catching up on the last six or seven pages all I can really say is that you can never have too many players.
Maybe a belt? Or like, a vine if she never got a belt?
It looks like the picture was "taken" in the middle of her pants falling off. Once they pass the bulge of the hips those things are going down and those things are quite a bit past that bulge.
Aside from that I like it. It's nice seeing Sangue relaxed and in more or less normal clothes.
It looks like the picture was "taken" in the middle of her pants falling off. Once they pass the bulge of the hips those things are going down and those things are quite a bit past that bulge.
Aside from that I like it. It's nice seeing Sangue relaxed and in more or less normal clothes.
I am unsure where you drew that assumption of priests from.
@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN - I can already see it. An older Shiro dressed in priest like garb...He's already has a 'Hunter's Axe' of sorts...
"Beasts all over the shop...You'll be one of them...sooner or later..."
Well now I know what Beryl is going to be doing in a few years.
Yay, Beryl got on someone's list.
I'm finding it hard no to look at Shiro and Been like a pair of shady used car salesmen. Gren wants to take Sangue to some back alley doctor with propable ties to the White Fang so they can cut her open and stick a bunch of highly unneeded metal and electronics in her.
Shiro is less sketchy by several orders of magnitude. A much more reasonable proposal for the arm. I still question how much that extra metal is needed though, considering what we have seen in the show.
I'm finding it hard no to look at Shiro and Been like a pair of shady used car salesmen. Gren wants to take Sangue to some back alley doctor with propable ties to the White Fang so they can cut her open and stick a bunch of highly unneeded metal and electronics in her.
Shiro is less sketchy by several orders of magnitude. A much more reasonable proposal for the arm. I still question how much that extra metal is needed though, considering what we have seen in the show.
Luke so supportive.
Oswald's reaction would be something like "If...you want, we could go back to Mistral one of these days and knock some heads around..."
Probably would not help that VGNB just got back from doing that.
I may not have said it in here but Beryl had some history with the Dodici.
@HereComesTheSnow@Crimmy@Write@Plank Sinatra
Silent tears streamed down Beryl's face as she clung to Luke. The young man a solitary rock of warmth and life in a flood of guilt and pain.
Faces flashed before her eyes, each one a family member or friend who would never laugh again. Never sit down for a loud, boisterous, happy dinner again.
People could tell her that it was not her fault all they wanted. They could say that the world sucked and sometimes things just happened. None of that mattered to Beryl. Intellectually she understood all that, but nothing anybody said could make it sink in. In her heart it was all because she just wasn't good enough.
Every time a younger sibling was lost to the dark underside of Mistral it was because young Faunus had not pushed herself hard enough, trained enough for the task, missed some vital clue that would lead her to the missing kids. A thousand and one ways that she fell short and others suffered for it.
It tore at her from the dark shadows of her mind. Pushed her to be perhaps too ruthless on the battlefield. She could not afford to lose anyone else. To do so would connect all the cracks in her heart, shatter her and leave her broken.
Through the tears and repeated attempts to blink them away she caught sight of something on a nearby chair. Another blink brought it momentarily into focus. Enough for her to make out the bright red shape of her music player, discarded next to her headphones before she jumped into the pool. The sight of it brought another memory to mind, the smiling face of a woman with shining red hair.
The world is so dark. I don't know what to do anymore.
Let my light be your guide. Let me be your Candle in the Night.
After one long shuddering breath Beryl gave Luke one last squeeze and pulled back. A tear stained smile on her face as she spoke.
"Thanks. I'm sorry for breaking down like that."
Beryl Harken
Silent tears streamed down Beryl's face as she clung to Luke. The young man a solitary rock of warmth and life in a flood of guilt and pain.
Faces flashed before her eyes, each one a family member or friend who would never laugh again. Never sit down for a loud, boisterous, happy dinner again.
People could tell her that it was not her fault all they wanted. They could say that the world sucked and sometimes things just happened. None of that mattered to Beryl. Intellectually she understood all that, but nothing anybody said could make it sink in. In her heart it was all because she just wasn't good enough.
Every time a younger sibling was lost to the dark underside of Mistral it was because young Faunus had not pushed herself hard enough, trained enough for the task, missed some vital clue that would lead her to the missing kids. A thousand and one ways that she fell short and others suffered for it.
It tore at her from the dark shadows of her mind. Pushed her to be perhaps too ruthless on the battlefield. She could not afford to lose anyone else. To do so would connect all the cracks in her heart, shatter her and leave her broken.
Through the tears and repeated attempts to blink them away she caught sight of something on a nearby chair. Another blink brought it momentarily into focus. Enough for her to make out the bright red shape of her music player, discarded next to her headphones before she jumped into the pool. The sight of it brought another memory to mind, the smiling face of a woman with shining red hair.
The world is so dark. I don't know what to do anymore.
Let my light be your guide. Let me be your Candle in the Night.
After one long shuddering breath Beryl gave Luke one last squeeze and pulled back. A tear stained smile on her face as she spoke.
"Thanks. I'm sorry for breaking down like that."
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