#blueeques

Hands trailed along the wall as he walked through the apartment. Blue eyes bright as he took in his surroundings. A gentle smile as he let Ripp run around. It was nice. Small. Not nearly as big as the castle, and that comforted him in a weird way.

Well, the loss of everyone around him didn’t comfort him. But Ripp was here, and he could run around in such a small place. Squeaking loudly, Ewan followed where the tiny mouse was...

Only to nearly walk into a young man close to his age. A bit taller than himself. And - familiar. “Oh,”

“H-hello! I think...I think we’re supposed to be roommates!” Ripp was, “Oh, no, Ripp-” Running up onto the other guy!

Welcome back to pepperminty Isola Radiale!

You will be housed in CONDO 420.

You will retain Everything You Had During Your Previous Stay.

PLEASE NOTE: As you were removed in an activity check, you have one week to make three IC posts else you will be considered inactive once more

Enjoy your residency!

    ❛ Well, this isn’t quite what I was expecting. ❜

Confesses a rather confused Zan as he attempts to drown out some of the head splitting noise pulsating around the room with both hands pressed firmly to his ears. He feels partly to blame for this, in hindsight a little further digging into what a rave actually was could have avoided the present, deafening situation. An appreciator of music in most of its forms, Zan doesn’t mind it too much himself, as for poor Lawrence though...

   ❛ Perhaps a drink or two shall warm us up to these tunes of the modern era! What do you say, Lawrence? ❜

A comforting squeeze is given to his friend’s arm.

 A MEME FROM A LONG TIME AGO IN A GALAXY FAR FAR AWAY -- n.a.

    she blinks, momentarily taken by surprise from the comment. she hadn’t done anything to elicit those words, said nothing to make him think she was upset. but...perhaps it was her expression. she had been lost in thoughts of Remnant, of Menagerie-- of home. and whenever that happened, nostalgia always struck her and left her wondering and wanting. Blake wasn’t stupid. she knew there was almost no chance of returning home, and had come to accept that.

  that didn’t mean she still couldn’t miss it. and maybe that was why he said what he did. it must have been written all over her face. a quick smile is given, head nodding.

Erza had to keep her . At least, that was what she told herself. In truth, the ‘Fairy Queen’ needed a way to blow off her pent in frustration in a way that didn’t result in being arrested. It wasn’t working however. 

 Whoever had brought her back to their experiment really knew how to time their antics....

Late Night Wanderings // open

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“--- why ask me this ? ” a question for a question, and a terrible one at that. he crosses his arms across his chest, choosing to remain silent; a finger drumming against the crease of his elbow. a means of distraction to keep irritation at bay. and yet --- such a question, regardless of tact, had him searching for an answer : who was held dear ? 

nobody; that was always the first response that came to mind. he cared for no one, never getting attached to one person and in return, all should do the same. thinking about it again, however, brings up a voice that asks, what about the other deities ? the villagers of the mountain who depend upon ? the one called eternity’s child ?

Welcome!

You'll be staying in CONDO 403!

You'll be given a wooden sword.

Enjoy your stay!