#galeforxe

Looking down at his phone, his thumb was held over her name on the screen. He wasn’t sure if he should call or not. He knew he needed to.. but he was far too afraid of looking weak, or being a bother. No matter how many times she said it was okay to call her for help, he had a difficult time going through. But today of all days, he knew he needed it.

He looked over at one of the pictures in his wallet that he kept of his daughter, typically hidden out of sight and tucked away in one of the folds. He loved his daughter, but he felt shame for everything that had happened. The demon felt like a fool for holding so much shame.

Finally, Lien clicked on Cynthia’s name.. Listening closely as the phone began to ring, he slowly put it to his ear. He quickly forced out a smile, yet the tone of his voice was more somber.

Send me a symbol and I’ll answer

♪: What’s your favourite song?:

*facewalls* I can never answer this consistently, my favourite songs changes by the week, honestly. >w<;; But at the moment, it’s Invincible by Kelly Clarkson. My two best friends used this song in an AMV they made for my birthday and I haven’t stopped listening to it since. owo;; And it’s eventually going to be Keiko’s theme song, once she manages to overcome her anxiety.

●: If you could say just one thing to your Muse, what would it be?

Send me “*” for my muses reaction to your muse patching them up after they get hurt

          The knight lifted her eyebrows as her friend patched up her flesh wound. However, in this case, flesh wound meant a scratch that she obtained on her countenance and ‘patching up’ meant that she obtained a brightly colored ‘band-aid’ on the injured cheek. Both girls had definitely obtained worse injuries, but she allowed the girl, excited over these bandages with outlandish characters embellishments, to offer her services. She couldn’t deny a hero’s help, after all.  

     Note to self: pointing guns at strangers was kind of a turn off. More than kind of, really, but Hotaru didn’t know any better. She had been desensitized to gunplay, as odd of a concept as it was, so to her, guns were less of a weapon and more of a plaything. Bullets didn’t exist, and everybody knew that it would hurt about as much as a bruise.

     The problem? Not everybody knew that, and she was currently pointing her trusty sub-machine gun at the poor girl who had run into her during her ‘recruitment campaign’.

     Okay, maybe it wasn’t so much of a campaign as it was Hotaru running around and trying to find people to have a saba game with, but seriously. They were few and far between, and it was disconcerting to not be able to find anybody to play against, much less with.

     Although part of the problem might have been her method.

          ◖The act of assimilation had taken longer than expected, for it wasn’t completely desired. Never would she wish war or tragedy upon anyone or any place; however, she remained out of her element. Oftentimes, her armor acted as a support of sorts, since her former comrades and family were nowhere to be found. Her strength wouldn’t allow her to wallow in loneliness. 

          She read a sign that said ‘playground’ and while the name was anything but fearful, it appeared to be full of modern equipment. While it was enough to convince her to wander through these grounds, lavender hues caught a hold of a familiar face- a rather cheerful one at that; pale lips tugging into a small smile was naturally inevitable. 

          Kjelle walked towards her as she called out to her while managing to maintain her usual collected composure- ❝Cynthia-!❞  A rather short walk had eliminated the distance between the two. Her comrade appeared to be swinging on an unnamed device; the soldier assumed this served as some type of training.

                       HE DID NOT SIGN UP FOR THIS

      Trying to manuever his hands on the handle of the door, just to get into the beauty store was difficult enough. Yet, the sheer fact that he happened to run STRAIGHT into another, WITHOUT phasing through was a surprise that would of left Jack gleefully excited, except managing to get some of the hair dye not stuck to his hands on to the other wasn't exactly COOL.

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Apparently there are large gardens near the apartments, and Gregory just discovered them! Sure, he doesn’t know which apartment he’s by, but whatever. The flowers are pretty, and the fountains look great! There’s a bunch of money at the bottom of them, and he wonders how rich he’d be if he collected all of the currency. That question will be answered on another day, at another time. Today the boy is simply walking around, enjoying the scenery and nature with his frog.

“What do you think, Jason Funderburker?” Greg asks the frog, carrying it around in his arms. They’ve been walking around all day, admiring all of the new things and people. It’s been some great bonding between them. For the time being, the pet is the only friend he has. “It’s really nice, right? We should check out the flowers over there!” However, before they can begin towards the destination, the frog leaps out of his arms and hops away.

Trying to catch up to it, Greg cries out, “Oh no! Jason Funderburker, come back!” The frog, unfortunately, is too quick for him to run after, and he stops to catch his breath. The garden is huge! How is he supposed to find his frog now? They were supposed to go exploring together and hang out. You know, what friends do. For the next ten minutes, he runs around throughout the flowers and trees looking for his green friend, but to no avail. What he does find, though, is a girl walking by.