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The Final Hour RP
Forum-Index → Roleplay → The Final Hour RPShe had seen what love does to people. Riena had killed herself. Queen kimune or something had created the monster Melvin. But still. Scarlett and Ayran were happy. Rin and her sisters were happy. Love was weird. It ruined lives but also saved them. Rin sighed, thinking;
I hope I'm one of the lucky ones when I fall in love.

"Well then," she said, staring down at her feet. "I seem to be in this predicament often enough." Cath snapped her fingers. The sound echoed back to her, uninterrupted. She bent down, and studied a long, triangular stone. A small bit of magic sent it pointing in the direction of the person she was looking for. Cath dispelled the enchantment, and stood.
She followed the path that Atticus had taken, drifting in and out of the Shadow realm to increase her speed. It wasn't long before she caught up with him. He was very pale.
"Mr. Redding." She held out a rose she had picked to him. Yellow, to symbolize friendship. She had noticed that the boy preferred reds and pinks, but she did not want to give him the wrong idea from her gift. "Walk with me for a bit. We have much to discuss." It was not a question. She fell in to step behind him.
"Now, Mr. Redding, you're an intelligent student. What does someone as analytical as you make of the conversation that was overheard?" Cath gave him a wolfish grin. Her sarcastic sparring was back.
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My current RP work:
She turned her head, looking up at a bird flying overhead. A thunderbird. Many people considered seeing a thunderbird good luck, but Cath considered the sighting a natural consequence of the mating season.
"You won't die. Neither Rin nor... Melvin, will retaliate unless I tell them to. Well, Rin has a mind of her own at times, but she will hopefully listen to reason." She continued to walk, unbothered.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
She ruminated on these thoughts for a few minutes more, eventually sitting down on the soft grass. What made a girl a monster? What made someone...evil?
"LUCINDA!" She sat up sharply, yelling at the girl on the roof. Using her shadow magic, she stepped through the shadow realm onto the roof in front of her. "The [d]uck are you going? Get your a[r]se over here."
She was annoyed. Zero to one hundred in three seconds. This was why she didn't confide in anyone, ever. A[r]seholes would eavesdrop and overhear conversations that weren't meant for them. A[r]seholes would tell other idiots, and then she would be ruined. It had happened to her so many times before. Maybe it was a good thing she was scary.
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My current RP work:
She vaulted off the roof, and stuck the landing after a graceful arc. Smoothing the wrinkles from her black coat, she took a deep breath, composing herself. Cath stood up straight, and strode to the library. Her face was expressionless, her head was held high.
She opened the wooden doors with a flourish, and sat down not too far from the headmistress. Her back was perfectly straight, posture immaculate. Cath was tense. She just wanted a quest.
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My current RP work:
Ayran walked towards Scarlett, and held out his hand like a gentlemen, saying "Shall we go?" smiling.
"Here are the assignments. 1, Assist Queen Lily in negotiations for peaceful entry into each other's kingdoms when in need of medicinal herbs that only grow on the other side of the boarder. 2, Assist a Draken village in the north with a wild boar overpopulation issue. 3, assist the Dark Kingdom with the training of new troops in light magic studies. 4, Assist a Werewolf village in the south with the issue of a 'Pelt Hunter' group..."
"Race you there!" Scarlett cries, ignoring Ayran's hand and beelining for the library. She walks in.
"4, Assist a Werewolf village in the south with the issue of a 'Pelt Hunter' group..."
She freezes, absolute terror on her face. She looks as though she might cry, her body starting to shake. Pelt Hunters... They're getting worse.... Oh Hellina...
As she thought, the first or third task seemed like something she might want to do.
✿ Where there are bees there are flowers ✿
✿ And wherever there are flowers, there is new life and hope ✿
✿ And wherever there is new life and hope, there is love, and someone there ✿
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