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I might call a hiatus on this blog. Something’s feeling weird about it lately.
It wasn’t hard to tell the seventh felt as uncomfortable as the sixth did, the male leaving a mutual distaste over his chronic need to drug and test on them all. Part of her grew curious from time to time about whatever the hell it was he did, but the smart portion of her head said it really wasn’t worth knowing
“Rather not be drugged in the middle of the night.”
It was eerie the way the walls seemed to speak as the creaks and clunks echoed like drum beats against stone, almost causing the snowy haired one to bring both arms up and around her torso to eliminate the cold that settled in from the lifeless air around them.
But instead would she simply edge closer to her companion with the faintest smirk and make her way down towards the kitchens, her eyes flickering forwards to ensure they were safe
Go hard or go home, right?
“ladies first.” She released a snort, her head briefly popping around the wall to check they were in the clear “you good to go?”
“ Let’s do our best to stay away.”
Far, far away if possible and she’s positive that the other girl shared her sentiments. Drugged and feeling rather helpless was not on her list of to dos tonight.
So they dip back into silence, verbal silence, there was no denying that every step they made seems to want to tell its own story in the chill night air. Shoulder quivers slightly in the cold but it’s not anything the two of them have not faced before.
“ Now who’s the lady here?”
A quiet and succinct chuckle before she nods.
“Now or never.”
With that she offers the other a small light push and both of them are moving along again.
Seven + outfits
YOU ARENT MY FAVOURITE CADET ANYMORE GOOD FUCKING BYE
Crates. Just crates… that’s good. With no serious threat in the air, the tension seeps from the gunman’s shoulders though his attention remains rapt despite the lack of urgency.
“I’ll help out.”
He answers after a short shake of the head, confirming that he was free. A part of him did wonder, however, as to why she was moving crates and why with a deadline. Though it wasn’t enough curiosity to get him asking straight out.
Instead he makes a small movement with his hand, motioning her to lead the way.
It is the subtlest of a grin that makes its mark upon her face, satisfied that she had finally found someone to aid her in her little side quest. As much as she held confidence n her own strength, she could not say the same about her height when it came to lifting crates up.
“Thanks. It’ll be quick, it has to be quick apparently.”
She takes her first few steps a bit slower than the rest so to steer the other in the proper direction. Then her feet hastens again.
“I wonder what’s in them.”
It’s more of a small thought and a rhetorical question than one to be answered but still the silver haired girl takes it as an opportunity to speak.
Hello! I’m sorry I haven’t been on, my computer crashed on me...and today’s mother’s day too so I think I’ll keep things short around here. I’ll pop by in the evening if my computer decides to let me! Thanks for being patient with me.
Zack was suffering a bit from being quiet for so long. He’d been sent on a mission by himself which gave him no one to talk to. Usually that didn’t bother him since he could find people to talk to in the towns or surrounding areas. He was out of luck this time because the reactor he was checking out was abandoned and monsters didn’t make good conversation.
It had rained too. He seemed to have run into a stream of bad luck. He couldn’t figure out what exactly the mission was about. He could check his cellphone for mission details or send a desperate text to Kunsel but no service meant all those reasons were out. So he wandered aimlessly until he could get signal.
He’d been looking at his phone in the clearing to see if he’d gotten something when someone grabbed him by the arm with surprising strength and pulled him along. It took him a moment to register that the woman was pulling him away from a horde of monsters. He turned and kept pace with her as they ran.
“Where did those things come from!?”
Though she wouldn’t mind taking the time to enlighten the male before her as to what was happening - mostly the fact that she had hatched a perfect plan only to be stalled by a stranger. But getting the male to safety from the rampaging creatures or simply escaping those things were the most important thing in her mind currently and one she focused on.
“They were all around the forest.”
A quick slip, then eyes settle upon the crevice formed by tree roots like a guard from all those above.
“You go hide there I’ll lure them elsewhere.”
And do some fighting while she’s at it.
The Elite Class
“Arecia created Class 0 for the cadets who were raised by the Magic Bureau, and it was the only class to wear the vermilion cloak, the color of Suzaku itself. But this was not the first Class 0 in history: records exist of several Class 0′s, some dating back to well over one hundred years ago.” — The Crimson Codex.
Ɯє αяє нєяє, αηɗ ωє нανє αяяινєɗ
Ⓡⓟ ⓑⓛⓞⓖ ⓕⓞⓡ Ⓐⓒⓔ ⓕⓡⓞⓜ Ⓕⓘⓝⓐⓛ Ⓕⓐⓝⓣⓐⓢⓨ Ⓣⓨⓟⓔ ⓪
Home Ask Rules
Violet orbs blinked in succession as the faunus surveyed the area, gaze landing on a female who was staring at her tail. At once, Cora’s shark tail flicked to life and began swinging back and forth behind her legs. Curiosity emanated from the other and Cora was used to it. Most people were often puzzled by her appearance upon first meeting.
❝ I’m not from the area. Before you ask, yes the tail and fin are real. They are attached to me and I don’t like having them touched. ❞
She stated rather bluntly.
“Figures.”
Her statement comes across flat, she finds no need to expand any further upon said tail or fin. Interesting and unusual they were she wasn’t here to be all nosy about another person’s body part. It’s not like people went around asking to touch an arm or something. She has other things to focus on than simply a body part.
“So what brings you here? It’s dangerous.”
A nap for two - ariansaith
It wasn’t odd for the boy to be asleep around this time when they were back at Akademeia, it was as if his internal clock knew that they were back at Akademeia and it was time for his nap. So there he was, asleep in the garden area next to Class Zero asleep on the bench.
He didn’t know why, but he just liked sleeping outside in the garden, it was peaceful compared to the battlefield, so he would normally let the quiet sounds of nature be his lullaby for his slumber. Another perk was that, people would normally didn’t wake him while he was taking a nap. Though there were some people that still did every once in a while.
Her original intentions had been to take a simple walk out in the open - being out for so long has come to make her feel constricted when she stayed too long indoors. Almost as if she was caged in, a small smile upon her lips at the thought. Indeed, caged they were until the war was to come to an end. But that was a thought for another day.
Her attention moves on to a familiar face sleeping upon the bench in the garden, a small sigh escaping from her lips as she moves over towards him. Bending down until she is more level, a hand reaches out to softly nudge the other.
“Ace, you’ll catch a cold if you sleep out here.”
I’m so sorry for being inactive I just exhausted myself this weekend and I’m still recovering my sore muscles. No more running and volleyball for me for a bit. I’ll get back when I feel a bit better though!
_[ Cue Silas twerking aggressively on the dash to announce that ] : _I have 200 lovely followers and I’m so very happy that this blog, as well as my interpretation of Kurasame, has received such positive feedback! Of course, I’m always looking to improve, and the best way that I can do that is by interacting with people as much as possible on this blog! Thank you all so very much for making my experience memorable! I would like to toss a few blogs out of which I would recommend to anyone:
Final Fantasy Based:
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I trekked up and down a mountain in the name of exercise and I am never doing that again. No replies from me today I’m too tired to put anything coherently.
ariansaith
"I hate to resort to asking around, but I’m looking for someone—well, two boys—dressed kind of like me; one tall, one short? Would you happen to have seen anyone like that?“
“Unfortunately no.”
The response comes quick, if there were to be anyone else who looked akin to the girl before her then Seven surely would have noticed. Nothing unusual would be able to escape her eyes, not when she has to keep a watchful eye on everything.
“However, I could help you look around?”
Iғ ɪᴛ’s ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇᴋ, ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴ ᴏᴠᴇʀ. I ᴄᴏᴠᴇᴛ ᴛʀᴀɴǫᴜɪʟɪᴛʏ ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴇɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇsᴛ sᴛᴏʀᴍ.