Alive and glad that Friday is only an hour away. Feeling half-dead because of that, though; g'night! Fantastic dreams, all!
TaroAndSelia
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STATUS: As Spring grows, so too does the itch to dream, to imagine, and to create. 7 yrs ago
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As Spring grows, so too does the itch to dream, to imagine, and to create.
7 yrs ago
It's Christmas time! Put up the lights, and hold up your light! #LightTheWorld
7 yrs ago
And it's impossible to edit a status. Wonderful. I meant to say my hard drive is down; I'm working out of a flash drive now.
7 yrs ago
Whoops. That's one flash drive destroyed. Kids, take good care of your toys! For those concerned, thank you! I don't have any storage, but I do have access to a browser; roleplaying continues!
7 yrs ago
Driving on my lunch break when a random kid on the sidewalk yells, "It's the internet man! Hi internet man!" Spend the rest of Monday feeling like a champ.
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*Picks up the profile*
*Looks at it oddly, as though it vaguely reminds him of something he read once*
*Blows off a mountain of dust*
Ah! That's what this is! It's my old role-player guild account!
Hello, folks, from a friend new and old. Old in that I spent many happy hours fictating way back in Old-Guild before Lost Christmas, and then I spent some time in New-Guild during its beginning development; new in that I've been gone for two years, so a lot of the "faces" I was familiar with back then don't seem to be haunting the place these days. Whether you've known me before or not, I extend to you a hearty greeting and a virtual feast. If you'd like a name shorter than the full one, please call me Taro. I'm rather comfortable with that one.
Well, you didn't come here just to hear about my history. You're probably looking to see what kind of a role-player I am. Truthfully, I'm not totally certain right now; two years without practice does bring on a multitude of changes. Then again, even in those two years I've kept the creative spark fed and fanned, in isolation though it may have been, and I can tell you this much with great certainty:
I like light-hearted laughter, soul-searching questions, and that precipice of commitment.
My favorite settings would be:
High Fantasy
Modern Fantasy
Science Fiction (new worlds, a newer Earth, even just in the immensity of space)
I consider it a given that, where boys and girls coexist in a story, Romance will blossom.
Horror I have a very weak stomach for. (I read the basic instructions for Betrayal at House on the Hill and had to consciously tell myself that night that everything was fine and I would sleep safely. I didn't even play a game; I only read the instructions!)
I stay away from graphic violence, sexual depictions of any nature, and profanities. I'm very much a PG-rated writer; I plan on sharing everything I write as bedtime stories with my kids someday.
I play a convincing dude (I'm sure you never would have guessed that), but a vast majority of my favorite characters are female. So if you have romance in mind, I'm happy to play either party. If you don't want a romance, you will probably have to tell me that plainly. Then I'll just go with what feels right for the story, subject to a few personal whims which I hope will only bolster the plot and development.
I'm very picky as far as my own ideas go. I'll try just about everything I can think of to break the idea in order to insure there are no gaping plot holes. I invite everyone else to examine my ideas in a similar light--different people, different thought processes, different problems discovered--and to offer any compliments or constructive criticisms you have. As part of that, I absolutely love pushing the boundary of an idea as far as it will stretch, or looking for that odd, "I never thought of using it like that" approach to a character's abilities.
What else would I say with this space? I really like old poetry; reading Isaiah gives me the happy trembles. I hope I've presented a fair assessment of my writing style and capabilities through this brief introduction. I love creating--creating characters and bringing them to life from the page; creating worlds filled with fascinating lore and beautiful locales; creating stories, be they narrations of ordinary men and women facing their trials or epics of fated heroes overcoming every obstacle to save Dwarf-kind.
And, in closing, I'm excited for the chance to work with you. I should be able to post daily. PM me anytime, especially if you have a question about anything I've said here or elsewhere, but even if you only want to chat. You could even ask me about my mysterious two-year absence. I'll tell you now that I was in California, but that doesn't really answer the question. I'm happy to talk anytime.
Sweet water and light laughter until next we meet!
-Taro
*Looks at it oddly, as though it vaguely reminds him of something he read once*
*Blows off a mountain of dust*
Ah! That's what this is! It's my old role-player guild account!
Hello, folks, from a friend new and old. Old in that I spent many happy hours fictating way back in Old-Guild before Lost Christmas, and then I spent some time in New-Guild during its beginning development; new in that I've been gone for two years, so a lot of the "faces" I was familiar with back then don't seem to be haunting the place these days. Whether you've known me before or not, I extend to you a hearty greeting and a virtual feast. If you'd like a name shorter than the full one, please call me Taro. I'm rather comfortable with that one.
Well, you didn't come here just to hear about my history. You're probably looking to see what kind of a role-player I am. Truthfully, I'm not totally certain right now; two years without practice does bring on a multitude of changes. Then again, even in those two years I've kept the creative spark fed and fanned, in isolation though it may have been, and I can tell you this much with great certainty:
I like light-hearted laughter, soul-searching questions, and that precipice of commitment.
My favorite settings would be:
High Fantasy
Modern Fantasy
Science Fiction (new worlds, a newer Earth, even just in the immensity of space)
I consider it a given that, where boys and girls coexist in a story, Romance will blossom.
Horror I have a very weak stomach for. (I read the basic instructions for Betrayal at House on the Hill and had to consciously tell myself that night that everything was fine and I would sleep safely. I didn't even play a game; I only read the instructions!)
I stay away from graphic violence, sexual depictions of any nature, and profanities. I'm very much a PG-rated writer; I plan on sharing everything I write as bedtime stories with my kids someday.
I play a convincing dude (I'm sure you never would have guessed that), but a vast majority of my favorite characters are female. So if you have romance in mind, I'm happy to play either party. If you don't want a romance, you will probably have to tell me that plainly. Then I'll just go with what feels right for the story, subject to a few personal whims which I hope will only bolster the plot and development.
I'm very picky as far as my own ideas go. I'll try just about everything I can think of to break the idea in order to insure there are no gaping plot holes. I invite everyone else to examine my ideas in a similar light--different people, different thought processes, different problems discovered--and to offer any compliments or constructive criticisms you have. As part of that, I absolutely love pushing the boundary of an idea as far as it will stretch, or looking for that odd, "I never thought of using it like that" approach to a character's abilities.
What else would I say with this space? I really like old poetry; reading Isaiah gives me the happy trembles. I hope I've presented a fair assessment of my writing style and capabilities through this brief introduction. I love creating--creating characters and bringing them to life from the page; creating worlds filled with fascinating lore and beautiful locales; creating stories, be they narrations of ordinary men and women facing their trials or epics of fated heroes overcoming every obstacle to save Dwarf-kind.
And, in closing, I'm excited for the chance to work with you. I should be able to post daily. PM me anytime, especially if you have a question about anything I've said here or elsewhere, but even if you only want to chat. You could even ask me about my mysterious two-year absence. I'll tell you now that I was in California, but that doesn't really answer the question. I'm happy to talk anytime.
Sweet water and light laughter until next we meet!
-Taro
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Will I be @mentioned even if I do loudly shout my enthusiasm? I wouldn't want to feel left out.
Ah, the enthusiasm is going to win out in the end, anyway.
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRD!!
Ah, the enthusiasm is going to win out in the end, anyway.
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRD!!
Oftentimes a dream is only a dream--memories mixing together into a mesmerizing, if rather bizarre, movie. But Anni knew, too, that sometimes a dream meant something special; sometimes it was a vision sent from heaven to give comfort or guidance, or sometimes it was a small view of what the future held. Distinguishing which a single dream may be can be rather difficult.
But if you have the same dream for sixteen consecutive nights, it means something.
It started with a horse. It always started with a horse. Her name was Grace. Anni jumped the small stream and raced over the short, green grass to leap onto Grace's back. With her passenger safely aboard, Grace took off sprinting (true to her name) gracefully across the prairie. In the distance Anni could see the wood, trees growing so thickly she wouldn't be able to peer in even when she stood at the edge. Shortly Grace would reach that tree line and stop, then wait for Anni to dismount and enter the forest alone.
A part of her wanted to know what it all meant. Having the same dream so many times, it was apparent she was being given a message. She just wished she knew what she was being told.
Then a much larger part of her simply raised her hair in the wind, spread her hands wide, and laughed. Riding a horse--feeling Grace's strong body galloping beneath her, muscles flexing in beautiful harmony; basking in the chill morning whipping across her face as she flew across the plain far faster than her own legs could carry her; relishing the sight of everything flying past as barely more than a blur of color--riding a horse really was the greatest.
All too soon the trees loomed and the ride was over. Anni dismounted, eyeing the forest warily. Before entering, though, she turned back to give Grace a hug. Wrapping her small arms around the horse's powerful neck, Anni whispered a soft, "Thank you." Stepping back slowly, loathe to depart her majestic equine friend, Anni paused a moment longer to nuzzle Grace. The mare accepted her affection, waiting for Anni to take a step back before shaking her head with a happy whinny.
"Now go; she's waiting for you," Grace said. Then she galloped away.
Anni's eyes grew larger than saucers. By the time she found her voice again Grace was far, far away. "You just... talked," Anni mumbled with apparent shock. That hadn't happened the first fifteen times. Was this time going to be different?
AnnMarie turned back to the wood with new resolution. She would find what she was looking for this time. With that determination, she started into the dark forest.
She didn't know exactly what she was looking for, per say, but Anni new she was looking for it. She had this overpowering sense that she needed to find it, and it was somewhere among these trees. For fifteen nights she had been searching, sometimes here and sometimes there. Tonight she turned neither to the righthand nor to the left. She kept her path straight, her eyes straight ahead, her feet never swaying. Each time she drew near a tree, Anni repeated her determination and refused to step aside; and in a miracle most only considered possible in a dream such as this, the tree stepped aside instead.
Some minutes in--at a place Anni would poetically declare the center of the forest--Anni found it. Laying atop a stump was a mask--a white mask with red eyes and a frighteningly large mouth. Reaching for the mask, Anni had the strongest impression it was like a fox. Looking it over she couldn't see too much of a reason for that; granted, it had triangular ears and a small nose, but its overall appearance said nothing of the kind. Yet she could feel some sort of foxiness in her hands.
Holding the mask in her hands, Anni debated within herself whether she should put it on or not. She could feel it asking to be put on, but something in her thoughts told her to wait. Maybe if she-
A soft alarm on her phone pulled AnnMarie from the dream and back to reality. Her consciousness slid away from the vision and back to her body laying in bed. Try as she might to hold onto that moment, it vanished like a puff of smoke.
Anni was mildly upset at whomever had just texted her and interrupted the dream. Who on earth would be texting her at this time of night, anyway? It was... just after eleven, Anni learned with a glance at the clock. She grabbed for the phone on her night stand to find out. Pulling up her inbox, Anni found a string of texts had been sent from an unknown number. She started reading from the oldest one:
Staring at the screen, Anni was two parts baffled and one part chillingly certain. Who was it? How did they know her dream? Which subway? All these questions tried to crowd Anni's thoughts, to tell her she didn't know enough to go anywhere or do anything. But at the same time, she knew all the answers. She could pretend not to, but in her heart she knew: this was her. The one in all the rumors. The Ghost Girl on C-route.
Putting her phone down, Anni's mind whirled through everything. She understood most of what was happening, if not why. There was still her post script, though. Of course Anni remembered the mask she had found, but that was back in-
Anni blinked twice. Sitting at the foot of her bed was the mask. It was propped against the footboard, leaning up just enough to smile at her.
A shiver ran down Anni's spine. Something frightening was happening. Yet at the same time, it was something momentous. Something fantastic. Something life-changing. And something she needed to pursue. Right now.
Anni jumped out of bed and changed out of her pajamas as quickly as she could, throwing a red skirt over shorts and finding an orange blouse that would help her be visible in the dark night. She paused at her desk to write up a quick note for her mother, which she left on the bed. Sliding a pair of sneakers on, Anni slipped out the door and into the quiet streets, hustling to reach the train in time.
The home settled back into a perfect silence, Ms. Parkinson undisturbed by the muffled noises Anni had been making through her departure. On the now vacant bed sat the hastily scrawled note, almost forlorn in its solitude.
But if you have the same dream for sixteen consecutive nights, it means something.
It started with a horse. It always started with a horse. Her name was Grace. Anni jumped the small stream and raced over the short, green grass to leap onto Grace's back. With her passenger safely aboard, Grace took off sprinting (true to her name) gracefully across the prairie. In the distance Anni could see the wood, trees growing so thickly she wouldn't be able to peer in even when she stood at the edge. Shortly Grace would reach that tree line and stop, then wait for Anni to dismount and enter the forest alone.
A part of her wanted to know what it all meant. Having the same dream so many times, it was apparent she was being given a message. She just wished she knew what she was being told.
Then a much larger part of her simply raised her hair in the wind, spread her hands wide, and laughed. Riding a horse--feeling Grace's strong body galloping beneath her, muscles flexing in beautiful harmony; basking in the chill morning whipping across her face as she flew across the plain far faster than her own legs could carry her; relishing the sight of everything flying past as barely more than a blur of color--riding a horse really was the greatest.
All too soon the trees loomed and the ride was over. Anni dismounted, eyeing the forest warily. Before entering, though, she turned back to give Grace a hug. Wrapping her small arms around the horse's powerful neck, Anni whispered a soft, "Thank you." Stepping back slowly, loathe to depart her majestic equine friend, Anni paused a moment longer to nuzzle Grace. The mare accepted her affection, waiting for Anni to take a step back before shaking her head with a happy whinny.
"Now go; she's waiting for you," Grace said. Then she galloped away.
Anni's eyes grew larger than saucers. By the time she found her voice again Grace was far, far away. "You just... talked," Anni mumbled with apparent shock. That hadn't happened the first fifteen times. Was this time going to be different?
AnnMarie turned back to the wood with new resolution. She would find what she was looking for this time. With that determination, she started into the dark forest.
She didn't know exactly what she was looking for, per say, but Anni new she was looking for it. She had this overpowering sense that she needed to find it, and it was somewhere among these trees. For fifteen nights she had been searching, sometimes here and sometimes there. Tonight she turned neither to the righthand nor to the left. She kept her path straight, her eyes straight ahead, her feet never swaying. Each time she drew near a tree, Anni repeated her determination and refused to step aside; and in a miracle most only considered possible in a dream such as this, the tree stepped aside instead.
Some minutes in--at a place Anni would poetically declare the center of the forest--Anni found it. Laying atop a stump was a mask--a white mask with red eyes and a frighteningly large mouth. Reaching for the mask, Anni had the strongest impression it was like a fox. Looking it over she couldn't see too much of a reason for that; granted, it had triangular ears and a small nose, but its overall appearance said nothing of the kind. Yet she could feel some sort of foxiness in her hands.
Holding the mask in her hands, Anni debated within herself whether she should put it on or not. She could feel it asking to be put on, but something in her thoughts told her to wait. Maybe if she-
A soft alarm on her phone pulled AnnMarie from the dream and back to reality. Her consciousness slid away from the vision and back to her body laying in bed. Try as she might to hold onto that moment, it vanished like a puff of smoke.
Anni was mildly upset at whomever had just texted her and interrupted the dream. Who on earth would be texting her at this time of night, anyway? It was... just after eleven, Anni learned with a glance at the clock. She grabbed for the phone on her night stand to find out. Pulling up her inbox, Anni found a string of texts had been sent from an unknown number. She started reading from the oldest one:
I'm the one Grace asked you to help.
I need you to meet me on the subway. Please.
P.S. Don't put it on yet.
I need you to meet me on the subway. Please.
P.S. Don't put it on yet.
Staring at the screen, Anni was two parts baffled and one part chillingly certain. Who was it? How did they know her dream? Which subway? All these questions tried to crowd Anni's thoughts, to tell her she didn't know enough to go anywhere or do anything. But at the same time, she knew all the answers. She could pretend not to, but in her heart she knew: this was her. The one in all the rumors. The Ghost Girl on C-route.
Putting her phone down, Anni's mind whirled through everything. She understood most of what was happening, if not why. There was still her post script, though. Of course Anni remembered the mask she had found, but that was back in-
Anni blinked twice. Sitting at the foot of her bed was the mask. It was propped against the footboard, leaning up just enough to smile at her.
A shiver ran down Anni's spine. Something frightening was happening. Yet at the same time, it was something momentous. Something fantastic. Something life-changing. And something she needed to pursue. Right now.
Anni jumped out of bed and changed out of her pajamas as quickly as she could, throwing a red skirt over shorts and finding an orange blouse that would help her be visible in the dark night. She paused at her desk to write up a quick note for her mother, which she left on the bed. Sliding a pair of sneakers on, Anni slipped out the door and into the quiet streets, hustling to reach the train in time.
The home settled back into a perfect silence, Ms. Parkinson undisturbed by the muffled noises Anni had been making through her departure. On the now vacant bed sat the hastily scrawled note, almost forlorn in its solitude.
Mom,
The dream happened again, but different. I have to go find it. In the subway. I'll be back as soon as I can. I love you!
Anni
The dream happened again, but different. I have to go find it. In the subway. I'll be back as soon as I can. I love you!
Anni
@IceHeart, quick question. Did the new world map show every village or town/city that existed? Or theres still lots of place of interest uncharted on the map? Since I was hoping that my character can go and explore around the area while interact with a few npcs. Also what's the current time when we were all teleported into a new world, I assume it was around midnight when the incident happened.
David blinked a few times in confusion, brought the goblet down to eye level and saw the red liquid swirl around at the bottom. This was puzzling as he could not recall Yggdrasil having such a realistic reaction for a liquid in a cup. He then realized quite few things, he could smell the sweetness of the drink, the clock was no longer on twelve but appeared to point to 6:47, also why in the world did he feel like he had two weights on his chest?
As for the first question, I believe it's a no. Can't quote me on it; I have no authority. I just have a habit of inventing random places for things to happen even if they don't appear on the canon map. =)
When Cense finally came to, he almost wished he hadn't. An unnatural grogginess was slowly clearing out of his head. It was uncomfortable, mildly irritating, and reminded him of exam day back in school. The man groaned and reached up to rub his head, wishing the external touch could do something to wipe away that internal fuzziness.
Deciding he would just have to bite the bullet, Cense sat up and reached for the glasses on his nightstand. His hand didn't find anything more than a cool, hard surface. Cense frowned behind his closed eyes, then lowered the hand on his head just a few inches to find the spectacles already resting on the bridge of his nose.
"I left them on?" Cense wondered aloud. "Just what was I doing last night?" Try as he might, he couldn't quite remember. He had just sent out his next colonization fleet in War of the Worlds, then started chatting with that strange person. After that, he couldn't find any recollection.
"What time is it anyway?" Cense asked the stillness of his room. With some effort, he pulled one eye open to check his clock.
Bright light reflected off miles of stone attacked his retina.
Cense clamped the eye shut again quickly. "Gyah, I left the window open, too. It's way too..."
Cense pried his eye open again. His other eye popped open in complete shock. All around Cense were enormous boulders and looming pillars of stone. Beneath him was grass greener than could be possible in this day and age. Streams ran over and through the rocks, cascading into somewhere far below.
He might have called the scene beautiful if it hadn't just marked the beginning of the third worst day of his life.
He didn't have any trouble accepting the situation. It was obvious he was here and not in his home. Skipping right past denial, Cense's thoughts hit anger. His cheeks flushed, his pulse quickened, and adrenaline pushed the last of the grogginess away. He sucked in a deep breath, then screamed his rage. "MIRANDAAAAAA!!"
Deciding he would just have to bite the bullet, Cense sat up and reached for the glasses on his nightstand. His hand didn't find anything more than a cool, hard surface. Cense frowned behind his closed eyes, then lowered the hand on his head just a few inches to find the spectacles already resting on the bridge of his nose.
"I left them on?" Cense wondered aloud. "Just what was I doing last night?" Try as he might, he couldn't quite remember. He had just sent out his next colonization fleet in War of the Worlds, then started chatting with that strange person. After that, he couldn't find any recollection.
"What time is it anyway?" Cense asked the stillness of his room. With some effort, he pulled one eye open to check his clock.
Bright light reflected off miles of stone attacked his retina.
Cense clamped the eye shut again quickly. "Gyah, I left the window open, too. It's way too..."
Cense pried his eye open again. His other eye popped open in complete shock. All around Cense were enormous boulders and looming pillars of stone. Beneath him was grass greener than could be possible in this day and age. Streams ran over and through the rocks, cascading into somewhere far below.
He might have called the scene beautiful if it hadn't just marked the beginning of the third worst day of his life.
He didn't have any trouble accepting the situation. It was obvious he was here and not in his home. Skipping right past denial, Cense's thoughts hit anger. His cheeks flushed, his pulse quickened, and adrenaline pushed the last of the grogginess away. He sucked in a deep breath, then screamed his rage. "MIRANDAAAAAA!!"
I'll lighten it up a shade, then. I'm trying to leave it as dark as I can without compromising readability.
"Nn!" Sapphire answered with a nod. She faced the Beholder squarely and raised her sword high to her left.
Two balls of light appeared behind Sapphire's shoulders, spinning outward. Quickly they grew, then stretched. In a beautiful display of majesty, Sapphire unfolded her wings. Pushing the air aside in a short, sharp wind, her wings reached far out to each side. The pure white feathers glowed with a light brighter than mere reflection could produce. Then they folded back, again pushing a breeze into the space behind her. Sapphire crouched lower, tensed her legs, and drew her sword back just a little more.
The Beholder's attention was turning down, the colossal eye swiveling to face the guardian who had attacked it. It wasn't watching Sapphire.
Without so much as a word, Sapphire unleashed the power in every part of her body in one tremendous leap. Instantly she was passing just behind the monster. Her sword came slashing forward, digging deeply into the back of the Beholder and leaving a gash across its back from one end to the other. Her momentum carried right on to the ceiling, where she twisted her body into a somersault, 'landed' on her feet against a beam, and pushed off again, this time aiming straight at the top of the Beholder.
The monstrous eye was turning away from the warrior below to attack the warrior up above, the laser continuing its trail of destruction. Well before it could reach Sapphire, Faith's blade sank into the Beholder tip first, then continued sinking all the way to the hilt. Sapphire crashed down right behind, attempting to drive an armored knee into the abomination as well. "Disobedient," Sapphire chastised vehemently, kneeling atop its head.
Without releasing her grasp on Faith, Sapphire turned and jumped off, drawing her sword through the monster's flesh until it popped free at the edge. She tucked one wing and used the other to spin, giving one final slash as she departed, making way for another warrior's attack. She landed nimbly on her feet below, danced back several steps to reposition herself, and braced for another attack.
Two balls of light appeared behind Sapphire's shoulders, spinning outward. Quickly they grew, then stretched. In a beautiful display of majesty, Sapphire unfolded her wings. Pushing the air aside in a short, sharp wind, her wings reached far out to each side. The pure white feathers glowed with a light brighter than mere reflection could produce. Then they folded back, again pushing a breeze into the space behind her. Sapphire crouched lower, tensed her legs, and drew her sword back just a little more.
The Beholder's attention was turning down, the colossal eye swiveling to face the guardian who had attacked it. It wasn't watching Sapphire.
Without so much as a word, Sapphire unleashed the power in every part of her body in one tremendous leap. Instantly she was passing just behind the monster. Her sword came slashing forward, digging deeply into the back of the Beholder and leaving a gash across its back from one end to the other. Her momentum carried right on to the ceiling, where she twisted her body into a somersault, 'landed' on her feet against a beam, and pushed off again, this time aiming straight at the top of the Beholder.
The monstrous eye was turning away from the warrior below to attack the warrior up above, the laser continuing its trail of destruction. Well before it could reach Sapphire, Faith's blade sank into the Beholder tip first, then continued sinking all the way to the hilt. Sapphire crashed down right behind, attempting to drive an armored knee into the abomination as well. "Disobedient," Sapphire chastised vehemently, kneeling atop its head.
Without releasing her grasp on Faith, Sapphire turned and jumped off, drawing her sword through the monster's flesh until it popped free at the edge. She tucked one wing and used the other to spin, giving one final slash as she departed, making way for another warrior's attack. She landed nimbly on her feet below, danced back several steps to reposition herself, and braced for another attack.
Persephone boutta be disappointed in Team Sky
Yeah... This is going to be... interesting. What did I say, twenty-three seconds? I wonder what a full hour will bring.
...
I'm kinda excited to find out, actually.
I'm still giving you a 7 out of 10 for your evil/mean, @Jiatsu Hoshido. Are you sure you need practice?
*feels sinister chill run up his spine*
Thank you! I can't write while I work, but goodness knows how much time I had to think through how these two characters are going to intertwine.
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