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Those Who Carried On
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Those Who Carried OnStraptor looked down on Narrator and started to point at where Obsidian was.
Soars across the Milky Way, carrying travelers, a dream"
"It won't end yet," "I don't want it to end"
"But even so, one day.."
-Mr. Showtime
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆
“STANLEY THERE IS A GIANT BIRD ON ME I THINK I AM ALLOWED TO FREAK OUT.”
[No, no, it’s telling us something.]
Stanley’s eyes followed to where Staraptor was pointing, then widened as he saw Obsidian on the ground.
[Person, on the ground. They look hurt.]
Narrator’s head jolted towards where Stanley was gesturing to, no doubt knocking Staraptor off. His eyes widened as well as he took in the scene.
“Well, what do you expect us to do? This isn’t our problem, Stanley.”
[They need help. I think this bird is theirs.] Stanley’s expression hardened into determination. Ah. The classic stubborn Stanley look. Once he set his mind to something, there was no going back.
Narrator sighed as he messed with his hair, putting it back into position. “Fine, Stanley, you win.”
At that, Stanley vaulted over the bush and went over to Obsidian. Narrator followed close behind, not wanting to be left alone.
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆
Soars across the Milky Way, carrying travelers, a dream"
"It won't end yet," "I don't want it to end"
"But even so, one day.."
-Mr. Showtime
"I'm good, just stay out of the parlor for now." She nodded, taking the stranger to lay them on the couch in the living room. "Let me see..." The tv wasn't turning on- but thankfully, there was a radio. She turned it to random channels, trying to find one for news. Found it.
"-dozens of pieces of land have replaced out home country, and many beings are fighting the peace of the land. Is this another war?------- mass destruction by an army--------- strange rotting found on the eastern coast of the land. We're not sure what's going on, but it seems as though the grace period we've tried to uphold is crumbling. Is this another war?"
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆
Miles wanted to look for someone to talk to about the mission so he started to walk again to find out.
“Ah! Yes, of course, Stanley.” Narrator straightened up, brushing non-existant dust particles from his suit. “Go on.”
[We’re fine, thanks. I think they sent their bird out for help.]
“Yes, we’re alright, thank you. Stanley here thinks that whoever this-“ Narrator gestured at Obsidian “-is, they sent out their oddly large bird for help.”
Stanley couldn’t help but smile. Narrator truly wouldn’t be himself without some embellishments in translation. He nodded, to show that that was, indeed, basically what he said.
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆
Miles went up to the cottage door again and knocked slowly. He wanted to find out if there was a way to get back home to his parents. He looked up at the sky and let out a sigh. "I really need to get back".
Aura sighs and gets up. “Lame, wish the fight kept going.” She muttered, stretching
"you were too correct"
Miles flinched and quickly turned and looked at cloudy. "Whoa! Hey! easy with that sword! My name's miles and im a guardian!". He didnt want to start fighting since he as well had a weapon from his chain. "I was just seeing if anyone was in this cottage".
"you were too correct"