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I'll get to them, y'all, I promise. My writing muse has been exceptionally fickle lately.
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Me looking at the growing list of replies I owe: Oh, that.. that's a lot.
I'll get to them, y'all, I promise. My writing muse has been exceptionally fickle lately.
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@featherchan continued from here.
This was a longer spar than Regulus thought it would be. Usually, he would defeat his opponent fairly quickly, however, this spar was harder than it was. Observing his opponent while exchanging blows, he found this spar more fun and interesting than his previous spars with other trainees. He could also see that she was having fun as well as she was taunting him. He only taunted her back with a huge grin.
Unfortunately, the fun did not last forever as a familiar saint stepped in.
“Kunikida? Why did you do that? We were sparing!”
“Sparing for too long. There is a limit. I understand that you are having fun sparring each other but there are still other trainees that need to spar too.” Kunikida glanced at the other trainees that were watching them. “Stop standing there and go back to your training now!”
The trainees immediately flee back to their training spots. They didn’t want to stand around and get lectured by Kunikida. After all the trainees were gone, Kunikida turned back to them.
“Are you two doing okay?”
He was a little worried for Kanako as he knew she was having a hard time fitting in. Not only that her opponent was Sisyphus’ nephew and he had already heard rumours about how skilled the boy was. He was what people called a prodigy.
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Something was very, very wrong.
Moonshot considered it very impossible that he would have missed an attack that would have caused something alike this very big hole in the front of Titans Tower, even when he spent the night mostly raging out his anger on a junkyard. Still, now here he was, approaching and landing in the Tower without even having to go through a window or door because the hole in the wall and roof was easily big enough for perhaps even a car to fit through. Their Ops room looked... tousled, to say the least, with chairs flung over and a few of their displays broken, and he could see a few dark spots on the floor that looked like some form of shooting must have hit there. He knelt down to pick up shards of yellow--- plastic, or something; no doubt from a communicator, then glanced around the room some more. Even the Titans' worm pet didn't seem to be around, or it was hiding somewhere else. Muttering to himself in tamaranean, he got up from where he was kneeling and walked over to one of the still intact-looking computers to try to figure out how to turn it on. There had to be some clues left behind for what exactly happened, right? And those would most likely be within their system if there was nothing physical.
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"I don't have a temper! I only get justifiably mad when people do dumb things!"
Fists slam against the table rather harshly, almost causing the thing to wobble, before Kimiko sighs and attempts to relax. Cool down, Kimiko. You don't want to start sizzling and filling this place up with smoke.
"I'm sorry. It's...been an annoying day for me. This cold glass of water should help." That is unless she starts accidentally boiling it while it's in her hand.
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“S-Sorry…”
Marinette was still pretty frazzled but she let herself be led to a more quiet area. At least the spider is no longer in view. Taking a deep breath, she held onto her drink tightly with both hands. Were the bags under her eyes visible…? Probably. “I’m sorry about that,” she apologized again. “I just…”
She trailed off, unsure if she’s willing to admit her crippling phobia at first. “I’m just… really afraid of spiders…” Her voice sounded small, meek. “There was a spider somewhere in the flowers and I… froze.” Gazing at the floor, Marinette didn’t want to make eye contact. “I know, it sounds silly.”
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🎁 — what have you accomplished in the rpc that you’re proud of?
( Well, I'm still making verses as I go, will eventually do edits to accompany them, and haven't forgotten that there's still material of the KnB world to go through so I can portray my KnB muses as best as I can but I'd say my greatest accomplishments are making good friends in the rpc! Especially those who help me make my rp dreams come true and the ones who I helped make their rp dreams come true. Under the cut: )
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During so many weeks, he had thoughtfully dreamed about been physically able to move at his leisure : to visiting every corridor of Phantomhive manor without asking the Earl permission and spying over the servants, watching around moves of Sebastian, enjoying landscape of his garden … to enjoy opportunity to showing his face at Phantomhive’s office. These haunting moments he never reached back by the instant they were finished still silency tourmented him inside an corner of his mind. He missed these circumstances, when, regardless how delicate his situation was, he was far too much distracted by Phantomhive for remembering Claude absence, Claude desire to kill him … Even inside each second of his physical curse, inside each moment of his agony, he had wanted to believe Claude misunderstanding would be corrected. Maybe Claude perceived wrongly Ciel as a better deal than him, but didn’t willingly mean to kill him, right ? Maybe he had some honest affections towards him his soul was worth something ? Maybe he could be resonated ? With certainty, if his metaphoric twin hadn’t decided to take his place by being murdered by his demon butler, he would have believed this magnificent delusion No miracle appeared.
He will never see Claude again. An truth he ejected of his mind by starting that strange paradox to inform Ciel of upcomping threat, understanding lack of interest coming from his butler over his own case — but never desired to accept mentally or emotionally it. Sebastian was shadow of something he never got : this insidious and playful submission, concerned about the well-being of the soul of his contracting party, this protective canvassing and the passing desires to titillate him intellectually always have been an terrible mirror … He might be obeyed by his demon butler, he spent three quarters of his time hoping to receive an emotion beyond his indifference, which was filled with total failure, where this indifference had never dissolved from his face. Been endlessly watched by sadness gaze of Hannah was somewhere an memory of that time : the other demon of his side who remained discrete, contenting his needs, but barely dared talk with him … Though, circumstances were a bit different. Hannah had been the key who lead his metaphoric twin to Hades — and enter illegally inside the Underground for talk — Hannah was the reason of his childhood village destruction and an past fragment of his brother … That endless picture of a quest over the Golden Witch who had to been found inside trials of the underground, for touch eventually the Underground …
Every gaze inside his manor was an recollection about how worthless his existence had became. How, inside current circumstances, his entire life had been an entire joke to start to finish. Every remembrance of Claude inside that huge manor generated an inability to wandering around, to even desiring wake up from an prison he might never escape ! He was doomed to becoming Alois Trancy, the real one, the obscure one, the one he stolen the place, the one that should have been remaining alive ! Besides, his mind just slept into shadows. Phantomhive would have to informing the Queen he won’t be available for an moment, for have others matters — most likely emotionally recover — He wanted nothing to deal with noblesse spheres. It was too early for remember how rotten noblesse was, inside memories anchored deeply inside his body about that part, when anyways, he wasn’t even sure if it was worth trying to be accepted … He was supposed to be marginal. He was supposed to be that upper shadow that ruled every corner of the darkness. And he was quite marginal, for not being made of the same wood of golden nobility, having known streets and having been for a long time without a future, but he was devoured by these darkness which he was supposed to govern. Sleep as longer as possible, sleep as deeply as possible, that was only interest of his days, where few hours awake consisted to eat and hear news from Phantomhive.
Hence, when someone wanted to saw him that day, he thought, at the moment, wrongly, it was Phantomhive. Oh, he really wanted monopolize him again. To be constantly in his arms or temporarily at his side, he could forget double absence of Claude and his metaphorical twin. Each mirror was a reminder of the lie he reflected. His personality couldn’t do the latter justice, and there was no idea how legit he could be. Every memory of his current position almost made him regret having survived. He had been ready, sensing his death coming through his curse, to die that day — it was his healing from his immediate curse, in an echo that should have been his last breath, that he understood that his metaphorical twin was gone … and even resurrected as a witch, still having marks of how he was murdered, he couldn’t stay in this world … was too angry and risked resenting him … where world of this second manor and secrets were locked behind him when this place had been sealed between dimensions … He was only a physical legacy, which was nothing, which had lost absolutely everything. He couldn’t see anyone, and it was the guest’s first name that forced him to move from his bed. Persephone. Luckily his metaphorical twin had told him who it was, because he was in a beautiful darkness concerning Hades. However, unfortunately, he had never met him. Didn’t know what he looks like. Didn’t know where he was. He had absolutely nothing to contribute. He didn’t know anything. He was in total darkness. However, if she was there, it was for a reason. So it was after a supreme effort to get dressed that he went to greet her, where the emptiness of his blue eyes was by no means hidden. He could still feel Hannah’s sadness, still silent … He had stopped talking, remaining mute and residing in the restful covers of his bed, so he didn’t know what to say. It took another immense effort. ❝ Anything to ask me ? ❞ He had to remember that he was the Earl Trancy, so she had certainly heard of him.