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skids in on face like hi i'm back with rika
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skids in on face like hi i'm back with rika
welcome back! the masterlist is updated with Rika’s new url!
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“I should have seen this coming.”
“I can’t imagine why you wouldn’t have.” The powerful sword Siegfried gripped tightly in Siegbert’s hands. It was heavy, much heavier than he anticipated it to be but he was also far younger and still working to become as strong as his formerly deceased father. The once noble man could wield the magical sword single-handedly, which now left his son in awe. He was practically incapable of wielding it one-handed, requiring both arms and much of his own upper body’s strength to hoist it in the direction of the enemy.
“I have offered you a chance at peace, at joining our side. Why is it you continue to resist?” He didn’t want to continue hacking and slashing at people, at those who could easily join in this war and bring peace. What more did she need than an army surrounding her and the General demanding she join their cause lest she lose her life? How was it that his father was capable of such atrocities yet it made Siegbert feel ill, his stomach churning violently but his facial expression holding tight and his body refusing to back down. He would recruit an army, and wage a war against the enemy out of revenge for the Father whom he had lost, and those who stood in his way were nothing but a threat.
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☾ : On a sleepless night, what would they be found doing?
Answered!
✏ : What are their creative outlets?
Imogen is an artist at heart and that’s not limited to just the canvas. She sings and plays the paino as well.
☢ : Describe a thought or dream that would cause them to have a mental meltdown.
Anything involving Amelia or William, honestly, will set her off -- Amelia especially.
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engineerrika said: get rekt
“I’LL GET YOU FOR THIIIIS!” He’s hurting way too bad. And it’s so funny.
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Don't mind Rika here, she's just here to run up and kick Sal in the face. THWACK!
“GWARGH! YOU LITTLE HUMAN, I’LL KILL YOU!” He’s clutching his face in pain. Let’s laugh at him!
I suddenly had this mental image of Rika being waken up one morning by the half-youkai wearing an apron while carrying her breakfast while she’s still in bed, the meal consisted of eggs,bacon, toast, and a glass of warm milk. There he says "Eat your breakfast while I go prepare your bath. After that, we’ll resume your training."
engineerrika
It wasn’t every day he thought he had found another of his kind. True, there was the gatekeeper. And there were the emissaries from the moon -as much as he was loathe to admit it, they were still dragonkin,
But this one was a little closer to home. In the very forests around the village, the same forests he had prowled so often since he had first settled in this land, there was an unfamiliar scent - one he hadn’t caught whiff of before. And yet, at the same time it was so familiar he could hardly believe it.
Tracking the smell and the eventual footsteps in the loose dirt, he made his way onward, until eventually the low roof of a house loomed in the foliage, directing his attention to the dwelling proper... and hopefully its’ occupant, if she was home.