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RaRaRasputin OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 255 |
Posted: Wed, 24/04/2024 02:31 (4 Days ago) |
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As the elevator doors opened up, Dakota was unable to hide her excitement as she gazed around the residence hall. She almost missed Dezerae's question. Am I overthinking this? Or does Dezerae believe that the other models would consider leaving? What could possibly drive them away from here? "I imagine it would be" Dakota responds slowly. "But with enough support, a withering flower can be saved" she adds cheerfully. Jumping slightly at a familiar chime, Dakota risks glancing at her phone, shooting Dezerae an apologetic look first. "Aww, Estella is so sweet for this" Dakota says with a small smile. "I'm already loving the positive work environment." She notes the dress code and slips her phone back into her pocket. "Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to guide me here" she says respectfully, more out of concern than general politeness- she probably shouldn't be rudely looking at her phone in front of her superior so early on in her employment. [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 21/04/2024 19:09 (6 Days ago) |
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Posted: Fri, 12/04/2024 14:25 (15 Days ago) |
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Moving a hand to her shoulder, a failed attempt to hide the tattoo, Dakota's smile falters slightly at Dezerae's initial words as she once again returns her gaze to the tattoo and for a moment, Dakota feels a need to verbally defend herself, but the feeling vanishes at Dezerae's final statement. "Oh" she manages to say, uncharacteristically shocked; but pleased that Dezerae approved her look. "Thank you, I look forward to working with your team. I will work my hardest to further the reputation of Illusion Studios" Dakota mumbles professionally, lowering her head slightly to mask her embarrassment. As Dakota follows Dezerae, she can't help but glance up at the framed pictures that line the hallways. Dakota's initial self consciousness fades away and is returned by her determined feeling from earlier. She would make a name for herself here. No matter what it takes. Her attention is again drawn to Dezerae when she speaks. A proud smile fills Dakota's face, "their fates are already decided. This may be a stepping stone for them, but I intend to remain here and reach new heights. Some may flourish in new soils, but if one thing is certain, I won't wither away here." Nodding in agreement, Dakota moves to stand next to Dezerae, taking note on what floor is the living quarters. She relaxes slightly, happy to have a few moments to adjust to her new life before she'll be meeting her other co-workers. [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 09/04/2024 15:26 (18 Days ago) |
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She spots movement in the corner of her eye, a flock of aspiring models eyes her from a distance with a hint of jealousy upon their faces. Ah, so they heard about me being hired. Word must spread fast around here. A small part of Dakota was tempted to gloat, but she knew it wouldn't be a good look for her, especially considering the fact that she was going to be welcomed by the Dezerae Li. So instead, Dakota fixes a kind smile on her face, waving towards the group before dropping her hand to her side. It took everything she had to not cross her arms, a desperate attempt to soothe her nerves... Okay, maybe she was a bit nervous. Breathing out a held breath, Dakota adjusts her stance and returns her gaze towards the pictures. She had no reason to be nervous, afterall, she was chosen over all the other applicants. She made it, so she should be looking ahead. Optimistic thoughts- how long would it be before she had a picture of herself in this lobby? Newfound determination kicks in and Dakota finds herself wondering about the other models. She was about to live with these prestigious figures. Would they like her? Were they nice? She was no fool, she knew there would be competition, but surely they could at least bond over their new stressful life. Regardless, Dakota could flourish in any situation, mark her words, this would be no different. She'll do whatever it takes to succeed. [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 04/04/2024 00:01 (24 Days ago) |
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Dakota Thorne  (Thank you Immortes for finding this picture) 22 | Female | She/her | Asexual [ Introduction ] Dakota is on the lower end in terms of profit and wages, but is somewhat popular. Her style is centered around what the average person can reasonably afford. Modeling styles of clothing that are meant to be comfortable, yet look extremely stylish. Her styles are somewhat cheap compared to other models, which most certainly makes her stand out compared to others. While her not-so-unique styles don't make her stand out, she most stands out by how she treats those who look up to her. She always jumps at opportunities to interact with her fanbase, taking selfies with them and attempting to have general small talk with them whenever possible. [ Appearance ] Dakota stands at around 5'2 and typically is seen wearing stylish joggers, crop tops, and sweaters. Her crop tops and sweaters always hang off her left shoulder to expose her tattoo. She likes to wear jewelry, sporting multiple rings on her fingers and long earrings on her ears. Dakota has pale skin and pixie cut with black hair. She has dark green eyes and is somewhat frail. Dakota has a small piercing on her nose and a rose tattoo that sits on her shoulder and extends to her neck and lower arm. Although it's usually covered or photoshopped out of pictures. [ Personality ] Dakota is very sweet and interactive, at least in the eye of the public. In private, she is quiet, and seems to keep to herself, really only listening to others and not always interacting with people first. She appears to be a shoulder to lean on. Her relaxed nature draws people in and she doesn't hesitate to help others. It's no secret that competition is high at Illusion Studios, if needed Dakota won't hesitate to use her influence to slander others. Make fun of her? She'll discreetly tell her followers to make your newest style flop, sometimes blaming it on your enemy for some extra fun. [ About: Gossip ] Dakota lives for gossip, or as she describes it, tea. The hotter the better. Dakota will do whatever she can to hear any kind of gossip. From allowing her fans to vent to her about a toxic relationships, to lending an ear to her fellow coworkers when there is a dispute between them. Dakota's need for drama goes far beyond what is normal for the average person. Dakota will do whatever she can to stir drama, even if it involves creating it herself. Manipulative to the core, secrets aren't always safe with Dakota. In the name of creating drama she will reveal dark secrets or just plainly make things up. If it comes down to it, she won't hesitate to publicly slander another model, especially if it's one that is less appreciated in the eye of the public. But you can bet that Dakota will do whatever she can to appear innocent to all. Afterall, the tea isn't as nice when it's splashed on her. [ Additional Info ] Dakota loves sweets and coffee. To Dakota, there is nothing better than relaxing in bed with a slice of coffee cake and a hot mocha. It fills the soul if she lacks her fix of drama. [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 23/01/2024 03:20 (3 Months ago) |
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External Appearance Armament: The Leviathan has two massive harpoons, meant to slam into enemy ships and drag them closer to the ship. Escape from them is extremely difficult and dangerous. The harpoons are built in such a way that forced release could cause massive damage to the ship. Likewise, if it's too dangerous to stay harpooned onto the ship, the Leviathan can easily release them, only leaving behind minor damage to the enemy ship. On top of that, the Leviathan has massive, rotating spears near the harpoons so it can pierce and cut into other ships that get fully roped in. Finally, the Leviathan has a two canons, in the chance that they cannot harpoon their enemies in Hull Color: Gunmetal gray with silver and blue paint running along the hull to look like scales. There is minor damage still littered on the ship that will never be fixed and instead, showed off like a badge of honor Hull Length: 95 Meters Figurehead, If Present: A snarling water dragon, it's eyes glowing with the powerful Majik stones- stolen from destroyed Majik ships. It's teeth are red and rumored to be from a ritual that the crew does. After taking over a ship, they kill the captain and smear their blood on the fangs. In reality it's just paint- and oftentimes, they leave the captain alive to fearfully continue to spread rumors of their "terrifying power" Command Style: Closed wheelhouse Internal Information Crew Size: Due to united hatred against hybrid ships, one can't exactly leave the hybrid ship, it's also dangerous and difficult to accept new members. Because of this, about 35 people reside on the Leviathan... Don't overlook their small numbers though, every member is a seasoned fighter with years of experience... Some have even more experience than Sif herself Cargo Space: Approximately 1700 sq. Meters across all decks too?? (To keep living and comfort up, it takes up a lot of space) Brig Space: The Leviathan usually takes no prisoners. On the rare occasions they do, they are simply guarded in the corner of a living area Living Accommodations: Grand- again, hybrid ships are the united enemies of the sea. Other than surviving, there has to be more insensitive to take the risk of being a hybrid ship. Past captain's of the Leviathan pride themselves on great living conditions. It helps that they raid each ship they bring down, so they always have lots of nice clothes, medicine, blankets, soap, ect. On top of that, they have a secret wine cabinet which is reserved for special occasions- due to the difficulty of finding it. All other drinks are freely allowed to be shared whenever Statistics Maximum Speed: Due to the ship being smaller and lighter than most ironclad ships, it can top out around 40 knots Maximum Carry Weight: About 750 tons Maximum Armor: The metal of the ship is light, but obviously, heavier than wood, it can withstand more hits, but not by much. So it heavily relies on the shield. The majika shield can withstand one hit every ten seconds but it slowly regenerates, needing about fifteen seconds to regenerate without help from the crew Minimum Armor: Viewing points on the top deck have zero protection, making it one of the riskiest places to work. The wheelhouse also has minimal protection. While the majika shield is regenerating, the ship itself is vulnerable to large blasts [Read more] |
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Posted: Sat, 13/01/2024 16:25 (3 Months ago) |
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TW: slight violence and mention of death- In mere months, a sickness had seemed to spread across the country. Fear consumed those who heard about the spreading massacres that started in San Francisco. Neighbors, who would once stand at their mailboxes chatting politely together now cast suspicious glares at eachother. Families became inseparable, the thought of leaving them to do the regular tedious tasks of normal life felt like walking out into a battle field. Mia, Caleb and ~-~ spent more time together than ever. They spent their days gathered in the safety of their coffee shop before spending their nights huddled in Mia's apartment- since she had the largest apartment and they no longer wanted to live alone. Like most small businesses, they rarely were open for service. After hearing horror stories of the spreading massacres, they had decided to board up their windows and add extra locks to their doors. Nearby, cops worked overtime trying to roam the streets, keeping an eye out for unusual behavior. A hushed tension seemed to hang in the air. Nobody felt truly safe. The three gathered in the tiny sitting area, playing with cards wordlessly. They all had a silent agreement to spend their days simply listening. Like any other day, it was quiet, other than the occasional shouting. They all tried to not worry. Surly they would find a cure soon, a cure for whatever this was. Then the murders would end. A blood curling scream rose from within the air. Making all three snap up and stare at the boarded cracks within the window. Slowly, they all rose as the sounds of screams, gunfire, and shouting seemed to intensify. The three of them held eachother as minutes pass without an end, tears streaming down their faces as the sounds seemed to get closer. They all screamed as a body slammed into the window. Glass shatters against the boards, and while their barricade held strong, it seemed to creak under the person's bodyweight. Again, the body slams against it and an inhuman shriek follows. The three realize it quickly- the barricade is not going to hold. Caleb steadily moves ahead of them, a harsh anger in his eyes that ~-~ has never witnessed. He grabs the hammer they had used to set up the barricade. He raises an arm up as the body continues to slam into the barricade until a board finally snaps and a hand shoots through the barricade. A scream fires put of Caleb as he slams the hammer down on the arm. The arm quickly retreats, giving Caleb a moment to see through the busted barricade before two arms appear in it's place. Whatever Caleb saw causes him to step back startled. He stands still, suddenly tense. He ignores their questions for a moment before he turns, smiling at them. "You guys trust me right?" He asks. "Take the keys, go to the car and leave this city. You should be safe taking the back way if you hurry" he explains. He ignores their demands for an answer. "I will be right behind you" he says calmly. He laughs and it almost looks like a tear has fallen down his face. But he turns away before they could confirm. "I love you two, I'm not going to let you fight this alone. I'm just giving you a head start." Another board breaks as two people furiously kick at the barricade, snapping their attention away. "GO!" He screams. The two take off, but they don't make it far when a third board snaps followed by Caleb's horrified and pained scream. Mia nearly shoves ~-~ out the backdoor before slamming it shut. She practically drags ~-~ away from the sight. Caleb was ~-~'s childhood friend. Mia had joined the group later. She was a few years older than the two of them. She had always been stronger, sharper, braver. It shows now, amongst the chaos, she manages to shake it off and think on her feet. "We have to go back we have to-!" ~-~ is cut short by Mia, who grabs ~-~'s face, her gaze suddenly serious. "I know! I know!" Mia shouts. "I know how you feel, but we have to-" she grimaces, swallowing a sob. "We can't! We have to keep going, I'm sorry ~-~!" She screams. Somehow, ~-~'s legs comply, keeping up with Mia's pace as the two race towards their shared vehicle. Screams sound from all around them. But to their relief, the car is in sight. ~-~ gets in the driver seat, and Mia races to the passenger seat, but she doesn't make it halfway before suddenly freezing. "Stop!" A voice screams out. It was a man, and he was holding onto a large gun. He glares at the two. "Give me the car, now!" He demands. "We can all escape together, just calm down" Mia replies with a surprising amount of ease. But the man doesn't listen. He shakes his head and with a furious roar he points the weapon towards ~-~, which makes Mia visibly tense. But a heartbeat later, she relaxes. "~-~" she says gently. "~-~, I am sorry to ask you to do this. But please, do one thing for me" she glances towards ~-~ and smiles. "Go on without me, please, don't die!" She shouts before lounging towards the man. Grabbing for the gun as he turns towards Mia and fires. It takes her a moment to realize what just happened, to get herself to move. It wasn't until the man, Mia's murderer, starts to move towards the drivers side door, gun in hand, that finally makes her move. She quickly reverses the car. Driving off as bullets pelt the vehicle. She had managed to just barley escape. The massacre was quickly building behind her, her two loved ones. Now gone. Why didn't I do more? What if they're still alive? What if- "What if? What if? Why?" Aspen mumbles gently as tears stream down her face. It had been years since she had thought about that day. But it still hurt, as if it had happened yesterday. Whispers of safety had driven her to this place, but without them, she could never truly feel at home. What came about their families? They all lived in Washington before moving to Colorado. Were they safe? Lowering her head onto her arms, Aspen allows herself to cry. Almost twenty years had passed and these wounds refused to heal. They would probably never heal. [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 11/01/2024 02:48 (3 Months ago) |
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Character name: Aspen (Colorado) Age: 40 Gender: Female Appearance: She has a somewhat frail build. Slightly muscular after the hardships of fighting to survive. She has a pixie cut to keep hair out of her face- it's also incredibly easy to maintain (who wants to worry about brushing hair in the middle of an apocalypse?) Her natural hair color is brown, shown through faded pink hair. Aspen's guilty pleasure is dyeing it pink on the rare times she manages to find it from broken down stores. Aspen likes to wear sports bras with a loose, off the shoulder, shirts over it and comfortable pants- totally impractical for fighting, but hey, one has to live a little right? She has multiple cartilage piercings in her left ear and a sleeve of flower tattoos on her right arm. Personality/backstory: A soft spoken and kind girl. She lacks real survival instincts, instead using rather flawed, TV and book logic... although it can't be that flawed considering the fact that she managed to survive for this long. She worked at a coffee shop owned by her friends. The three spent their days peacefully working together. They all thought they had the perfect life, until the outbreak caused their deaths. Aspen barley escaped with her life and now resides with other survivors in a bunker. Only having a locket with their picture and memories of their time together to remember them by. Weapon(s): Katana and cross bow Other: As you already know, I may be a bit inactive. But I should be active enough to participate in this RP Can I add you to a GC with everyone else in the RP?: Yes [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 09/08/2023 22:20 (8 Months ago) |
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Character Name: The Fallen One- Mallory or 'Mal' Pronouns: She/her | Ace Age: 28 Appearance: Mal use to have six feathered wings. Her wings had a pattern that resembled that of a philippine eagle- a mix of brown, gold, and black feathers that are all separated apart by white feathered tips. Unfortunately, her once great prestige was lost one fateful day. An act viewed as dangerous rebellion is what lead to her losing four of her six wings. They were forcefully and unwillingly removed, a portion of the bony humerus is all that remains. Mal has brown and purple hair that is cut short into a pixie cut. The back of her hair is buzzed short while her bangs are long. Her hair is mostly brown but the ends of her bangs are purple. She has an odd set of golden eyes, with her left eye being a slightly darker shade of gold. She stands at about 5'5 and is fairly muscular. She likes to wear loose fitting shirts over a simple cami shirt, along with baggy pants. Her missing four wings are hidden from sight, the partial humerus hidden under her shirt. She proudly displays her remaining wings, careful to keep them well kept. Mal is a fan of nice smelling perfumes and soaps. She also likes wearing rings, cartilage earrings along with regular earrings and tight fitting necklaces. Personality: Mal holds a lot of hatred towards those in high society- mostly fueled by jealousy, but partly due to the rage of having lost what they have. She can aggressive at times, sometimes towards the wrong person. Mostly though, she is kind. Old habits die hard, she can be prideful, despite no longer holding a high position in society. In this new world she was tossed into, she often has little to no money, she likes to buy expensive items, too use to her previous sheltered and lavish lifestyle. Other: Tbd Palpad: Yes [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 12/07/2023 01:28 (9 Months ago) |
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~Beware, beware, the daughter of the sea~ Appearance  Show
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Height: 5'4 Hair Color: Long, wavy, raven hair Eye Color: Silver Clothing Preference: She is a fan of jewelry, wearing a gold and royal blue necklace, red feathered earrings and a jeweled headband. She also has black gloves with her uniform. Her attire is a white shirt and black robe, all tied together with a red fabric belt; and heavy boots with baggy pants Build Type: Slightly muscular ~Those blood soaked shores of Kalimdor. Where sailors fought and died~ Internal Conflict Show
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Age: 27 Personality: To her enemies, she is cruel and normally ruthless. One has to be when a majority of the sea wants to sink their hybrid ships. She is a powerful enemy, having the foresight to equip weapons on the Leviathan that will most certainly tear apart an enemy ship before even needing to step foot upon it. Often draining the hopes and will of those who are unlucky enough to face them. To her crew, she appears to be very warm and friendly with them. She celebrates victories when they succeed in missions and mourns alongside them when a crew member parishes. Despite her strong appearances, it's clear she doesn't fully trust any of her crew. She emotionally distances herself from them. Despite being around them 24/7 not a lot of people know a lot about her. She keeps her allies far from her for unknown reason. Many don't mind, after-all, she is the mastermind that created the Leviathan and have kept them alive for so long Gender: Female Fears: Sif has become a perfectionist. She fears failure. Both in a broad sense and in general. She, her ship, her crew, must succeed or it means death. If too many failures occur, then the enemy doesn't kill her, her crew just might question her leadership and overthrow her Personal Strengths Their name holds true- the Leviathan. Captain's would boast their great power, their unsinkability, and crumble beneath the Leviathan's piwer. Sif holds no shame in having a hybrid ship. To her, it gives them an advantage over everyone else. She won't hesitate to show off their power, especially if having people fear their ship means allowing them to survive She is very strategic. Able to think quick and plan ahead in battle. She also is a good judge of character. Able to hire crew members who are fearless and can handle the ship during conflict, sometimes without needing an order. Despite being distant from them, her crew holds a positive view of her, unknown to her, it makes overthrowing her almost out of the question- she is a good and fair leader who has kept them alive. They'll gladly do anything for her, even slaughter enemy ships Slight backstory: (May change once I see the flow of the story). Sif learned a cruel lesson one morning on why you shouldn't trust your crew members. She was a happy child, carefree, friendly, warm. She has known hybrid ships her whole life, yet her crew had done everything they could to shelter her from conflict. Her father was the captain of the ship, and she saw a powerful and smart man, someone who was loved and respected by his crew. Of course, many things happen behind closed doors. The crew and her father had a very frail relationship and would often fight when young Sif was asleep. The crew was quickly getting tired of his attitude. They once saw a strategic, yet careful man. But now, saw a person who cared more about fights and far less about safety. Despite what Sif believed, her crew had a larger hand in sheltering her than her own father. As tensions rose, her father made mistakes. They would often get too close to other ships, threatening their lives and young Sif's. The crew was desperate to not scar Sif in her younger years and was beginning to suspect that her bloodthirsty father was beginning not to care. Sif learned almost everything she knew from her father and held him in high regards. So the day his crew overthrew him was nothing short of a shock. Even though one tried to hide and distract her from the conflict, she could still hear her father's enraged roar as he fought for his life. A few crew members died along with her father. The crew did what they could to respect all their deaths. Eventually, a new member became captain. But it was clear he didn't have the necessary skills to take on the part. Eventually, Sif was old enough to try the part, having learned from the best, she managed to do well and quickly earn their respects. It didn't take long for her to make a name for herself, to pick up new members. Her crew rejoiced, happy to see the child they watched grow up succeed so quickly. Deep down, Sif knew she couldn't trust them. In her mind, if they could overthrow her wonderful father, then one day, she could be next... ~Beware, beware... of me~ -Warbringers: Jaina Other/Miscellaneous Show
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Posted: Sun, 09/07/2023 00:53 (9 Months ago) |
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Posted: Mon, 03/07/2023 03:18 (9 Months ago) |
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Had he always been here? Or has she been too consumed by her own thoughts to notice? Much like now- she was being tailed by a drone and haven't bothered to pay attention to the buzzing sound above her. She stands a respectful distance away, glancing at him for a moment before finally glancing around at her surroundings, gently taping her foot along to the music. For someone being so focused on being invisible. One would think she would be aware of her environment. Was her lack of awareness due to confidence or something else entirely? Revna herself couldn't be too certain of the answer. She finally notices the odd feeling in the air. As if she was being watched. But when she glances around, nothing seems out of the ordinary. She drops the feeling and instead refocuses on the music. [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 02/07/2023 13:51 (9 Months ago) |
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Her leg shouldn't be feeling like this- like something had stabbed into it. The pain was so intense, it took everything Revna had not to pass out. An unnatural animal-like screech pierced through the air. It was something Revna had grown use to, but stupidly never grown afraid of. Why did I stay here? Why didn't I leave with the first evacuation group? She was trapped underneath the rubble of her house. Large pieces of wood had crumpled over her, sparing her from the full weight of the rubble. Dust and other particles drifted around her, choking and blinding her. Her fear only grew when she heard the sound of approaching footsteps growing louder and louder. Bearing her teeth together, she summons her cards and weakly reaches out towards the king of spades. Her movement was impaired due to the surrounding rubble and the footsteps were close, nearly about to crush down on top of her while she desperately reached for the card... She jolts upwards, and aims an arm to the ceiling. Five surprisingly durable cards fire up and pierce the ceiling above her. She sits still for a moment, breathing hard while she listens to the neighbor above her stomp around. She winces, holding a hand to her forehead while she slowly calms down. That's right. She was no longer in the City of Wisdom. Oh how she missed it. She would give anything to return to the life she knew before the monster hoards appeared. She sighs and glances at the time. Barley reading the numbers as she lazily moves out of her bed. She would be in no hurry to get to work. Compared to her old life, life here was boring. But it was safe. Still, she couldn't help but feel like it wouldn't be peaceful for long. After all, nobody could've predicted that the City of Wisdom would've fallen. Getting dressed and grabbing her keys, Revna quickly moves out the door. Quickly resummoning her cards in the off chance that her landlord would peek inside and see the damage made by her cards. It wasn't made be me, I swear! She walks with her hands in her pocket, her head hung low. She tries to do what she can to be as small and unnoticeable as possible. [Read more] |
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