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Uh…. pretentious snob? How does me being selective and private make me pretentious, friend? 

I’ve been in the tumblr RPC for YEARS now (albeit only about a month or two in the KHrpc) and I just have a preference on who I follow back and interact with. I’ve been burned by others on several occasions and have had my dashboard be VERY overwhelming with random non-rp posts and frankly it made my anxiety spike and made me never want to return to my profiles. Not to mention if someone I ended up following turned out to be a very negative influence in the community? Like, I’m not here for negative vibes man. I’m here to wind down and enjoy roleplaying.

I’m not here to be elitist or to shove people aside because ‘they don’t meet my standards.’ Just so you know, I don’t have anything like that and only require what is listed in my rules page, which, if you’re following me (which I assume you are) you have read.

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Not sure what brought this on, and my apologies for the late answer but hopefully that clears up the misunderstanding.

LAURIAM WATCHED BLAINE’S hazy eyes beneath his hat. Curious blue blinked as he tried to gauge his response, his posture, his everything. Fingers digging into the table, rubbing the old oak and leaning backwards as he watched him continue reading. The other’s obsession with the book frightened Lauriam, concerned quips and pokes, only to be waved off. 

   Frankly he was sick watching Blaine do this to himself. “Bad dream,” Lauriam replies. But that wasn’t the truth. He couldn’t sleep because of the absolute terror and fear that gripped his chest over his sister. Chest aching, mind racing, dreams haunting; nothing would let him rest. But that’s besides the point. “But don’t try to redirect the conversation.” 

   There was a frown before shaking his head at the other. Reaching to close the book, taking it from the table and holding it away from his companion. “You’ve been obsessing over that book the moment we got here. You really need to take a break. You’re exhausted.” There’s a look of concern on his face now, face softening and sighing. “Even if you can’t sleep at least rest your eyes.”

        Blaine would visibly flinch as soon as Lauriam called him out on trying to redirect the conversation. Of course, he would try to take the attention off of his obvious exhaustion-- the last thing he wanted to admit was that he was tired after reading a book for hours on end without stopping. Even when the book is closed and pulled from his hands, there is an obvious pout on his lips and his expression also appears mildly upset. He likely would have reached for the book from his hands if it wasn’t for the pink-haired male calling him out as he did.

        “A break--?” He questions, causing the pout on his lips to shift into a more visible frown, while his eyebrows furrow together in frustration. The only reason he was obsessing over the book was because of the contents. He had just started all of the events that were happening to them in this world, and everything that had happened was already written in the book, he just couldn’t---

          It was one thing to be bothered by the others with useless questions, but it was one thing to have them continuously ask him if he was ok. Sure, he spent hours on end sitting at the desk reading his Book of Prophecies in silence as if it was only him and the book, but there was a reasoning for it-- and the others hadn’t quite grasped onto that concept yet.

          Skuld had spoken to him, but he hadn’t caught it. Normally he was better at listening in on their conversations as well as reading, but this one had passed over him. Lifting his attention from the book-- regrettably so-- he glances over his shoulder to find her standing right behind him.

    He figured a walk through town might help him first, and the lack of bodies about the town was helpful so he could potentially try and organize his thoughts. There was still so much that he didn’t know-- so much that he wanted to know and yet he didn’t have any answers or any way of getting more information than what was presented for their world. There had to be more out there--

    Footsteps from the other end of the main square had caught his attention, the sound of heels that were familiar enough that he knew who it was just from the sound alone. He was surprised to not be the only one awake, and his expression revealed this as he stood up from the fountain and faced his union leader.

     “Master Invi--” He starts, hesitating if only to show obvious concern. Normally the union leaders weren’t around unless it was important, but it was night-- what was she doing out at this time? “What... brings you out here? I’m surprised you’re awake too.”

Angst? Angst. || Accepting! || @skxld

      Ah, these annoyances just seemed to pile up more and more when all he wanted to do was read this book. The knowledge he wanted and desired most of all was right in front of him, and yet each time he was getting fairly deep into it, one of the many annoyances around him seemed to step in. They voiced concern for him which only proved to remind him that he wasn’t here to make friends. Why should they be worried about him anyways?

      “I ate something this morning.” He pauses. Was that right? He only remembered waking up and coming back to the tower only to get right back into reading. “Or yesterday. Maybe.” Blaine whispers, his eyes never once lifting from the text upon the pages.

       “…I’m not hungry, don’t worry about it.” Did the growling of his stomach bother him? Only a little bit, but he wouldn’t expect any of the others to help him as if they were family. If anything, Blaine only thought of them as pawns. Glancing in Skuld’s direction after a moment of silence, his lips press together for a brief moment. Did she not hear him tell her not to worry about it? Now he was missing out on valuable reading time.

Starter/Plotting call! Like the post and I’ll come into IMs to talk to you about potential thread ideas or to figure out what kind of starter to send!

Angst? Angst. || Accepting! || @slowbladed

        It was true, he really should go get some rest, but would he comply? Probably not. The book was far more important than rest, especially if the contents of the book were true. Everything seemed to line up almost perfectly, threatening the demise of the Dandelions and their world as they knew it. Darkness was eminent; Lurking around the corner and looming right in front of them.

        This just couldn’t happen. He couldn’t allow them to fall to darkness when they had already escaped the Keyblade War as it was.

        “I can rest later.” He grunts, leaning over the Book of Prophecies as he pinched the bridge of his nose in thought. How could they get past their fate when everything that had happened was written perfectly in the book? A sigh leaves his mouth as his hand drops to the desk and his attention shifts to Lauriam standing beside him.