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{#};;â âHere's a thing I'd thought I'd never see again.â
"NeroâŠ"The girl whispered as she held the male and embraced him tightly.
{#};;-- "Oh-! Neru...?"
  He hasn't seen hide nor hair of his sister in a long time. Even after being so bitterly mannered and harsh towards the idea of her...his arms close around her too.
                                 "Are...you okay?"
{#};;-- "Here's a thing I'd thought I'd never see again."
Detailed Reasoning for Hiatus, RP Keeps--
Nero. Hoo boy, Nero. How we all saw this one coming, and even joked about it for god's sake. But honestly, yes, I have to agree that Nero is dead. And I highly doubt he is ever rising from his grave, but.. there's always hope. So whatever. Anyway.
As for why he's been so.. gone lately! You guys are all going to hate me for this but.. the reason why I have not bothered with the blonde at all lately is literally because I forget he exists. I always do. Even when I remember the others, I forget Nero is a thing I should bother with. And so he disappeared, and I don't ever remember him. Go ahead, laugh. But dangit, this is my fault.
For this reason, and that when I do remember him I get stressed and panicked, I'm putting him away for now. Actually, until he probably winds up deleted or something, or I start remembering he's a thing that exists.
Whatever.
Roleplays;;
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- [yangire-rin]
And.. that's it! The funny thing about this blog is that.. on most of the RPs I have.. it is not my turn. So I cannot create a good list of keeps here; because my opinion on keeping a roleplay usually depends solely on the reply I was given to respond to, and not how it is going overall.
If you want to reply to any of the roleplays not mentioned above then by all means, do so. Because that could very well determine if I keep it or not, yeah?
Anyway, hit me up here if you'd rather drop/keep any of our roleplays. Ciao.
OFFICIAL HIATUS--
As we've all noticed, I have pretty much dug myself into a bottomless pit with how many blogs I own. While that is my own problem, I can't force myself any further to stress about the ones I haven't deleted because I don't know how well I'll do without them yet. So instead of doing that, I'm going to test the waters.
Because I haven't posted on the majority of these in god knows how long anyway, it was safe to assume they had been hiatused. Now I'm making it official, just to take a lot of that weight off my mind. Cowardly I know but.. I can't handle my own mess anymore. Leave Dink alone.
As for what this means--the roleplays that happened before this post, unless I feel they are particularly easy to deal with and I enjoy--will be dropped. I will go in depth as to which roleplays are being kept on their respective blogs; but for now this is just a stock post. So don't.. panic yet. Unless you as well feel our thread is going nowhere, in which case, yeah. Feel free.
The chances are, that if a blog gets this post, I have been contemplating its deletion but have been unable to go through with it for some reason or another. In the case of Strange, however, I will certainly return to him as soon as AA returns from the depths of hell. We'll see how that goes.
But anyway, now I'm just rambling! Blogs that get this could be updated once every blue moon or so, but other than that, they are dead until further notice(which could be ten years, give or take).
Thank you all for dealing with me-- I will see you on.. Pumbab for now, most likely.
{outofbytes};;-- i also drew said murderer at school today but ah there were lots of mistakes
"Itâs not everyoneâs cup of tea," Rin nodded before giggling to herself. "I think I accidentally added a funny."
With a soft laugh, she sipped her tea once more.
{#};;-- "Well, of course not. It's murder after all."
He's still not sure why he's so calm with this situation, and with a feeling of awkwardness that worms its way into his stomach he sips the tea once more, pondering where his life went so wrong.
A very small, forced smile is his reaction to her joke.
Ah. Meeting her.
banana-boy-with-a-road-roller replied to your post: {#};;â â..Extended business leave. Donât ask me.â
"You mean recovery from that Rin, right�"
{#};;-- "..Uh.. I did the majority of that in the intensive care unit, thanks.."
"itâs not that you donât know anything," Rin laughed lightly. "Itâs just you arenât very well educated on the matter. Not everyone knows the differences. Iâve met quite a few others older than me who are not aware of the difference."
Rin hummed to herself as she thought. There was quite a few different ways to put tthe taking of anotherâs life really. So many different ways.
{#};;-- Drinkin' tea, talking about killing.
What a wonderful time to be alive, speaks his mind. And his smirk becomes a grin, hidden behind the small teacup. Odd situations that he managed to get himself into-- how did they keep happening despite his best attempts? Nobody would ever know for sure, right?
"It's not something I consider educating myself about."
Shoot gun. Bang. Person dies. Why did there have to be more to it than that?
the-magical-anonymous-jester replied to your post: {outofbytes};;â trying to bring Nero back to life...
(((Iâm telling you; a Yangire Rin support group for all her victims. thenanontioandnerofightoverrinididnotsaythatwhatareyoutalkingabout)))
{outofbytes};;-- OH YOU WANNA GO HUH? (actually you'd probably be the better suitor here I'm terrible at activity)
"Except no drug," Rin joked.
It was odd to make tea for someone without drugging it, almost like how it was before. A faint smile traced itself onto her lips as she thought of how everything was. Blinking, she snapped out of it. The past was the past, no need to think about it much.
She sipped her tea again, thinking of the taste. She had never had spiced apple before (nor anything other than orange or mint actually) but she found she was somewhat fond of the taste. Rin would have to remember to steal more later.
{#};;â And upon that note does he realize, yes, the strange taste was definitely gone. Nothing was turning to dizzied nonsense around him, and Rin wasnât smiling all sickly sweet like she was then. Things were different. Why hadnât she drugged it this time? Beyond what she was saying, that was. Those words were definitely at face value.
"Itâs.. a fancy taste, isnât it?" It also smelled really pleasantâ one of the main reasons it was his favorite. After all, once he got past the smell of tea it was a bit easier to drink.
"Itâs different," Rin nodded as she sipped some more. "I suppose you could say âfancy tasteâ."
It was a bit sweeter than what she was used to, but it wasnât overly sweet. A soft laugh left her.
"You seemed a little surprised I didnât drug it, any reason why?" She smiled. "I donât drug every cup of tea someone has you know."
{#};;â âMn.â He took another sip, thoughts docking in his mind. A simpleton congregation at a time like this, solely to keep himself awake if she was.. lying or something. Not like he believed that in the slightest, but you know, either way. Couldnât risk his other arm.
"âŠWell.. why wouldnât I be?â
Considering the amount of hands in her garden, it was only a logical conclusion to make. She probably drugged every other guest she got, if not all of them.
"Iâm not crazy, I have a system," Rin stated. "If I drugged everyone and killed them, the police would be at my door in no time. Â I have no desire to be caught again. The town jail is in terrible condition this time of year."
She sipped her tea and crossed her legs in the other direction so they didnât fall asleep.
"Maybe Iâll do it more in the Spring, but not now."
{#};;â âI didnât know murder was such an organized thing.â
Truly, the girl scared him. But she had a way of acting, speaking, doing things. Oddly charming, he supposed. And, minus her crazy factorâ
Haha, nope. He puts the cup at his lips again to excuse himself from saying anymore, letting the steam brush his face. It smells amazing; recalling to his mind just why spiced apple was his favorite flavor of tea.
"Of course it is," Rin said, looking a bit surprised at Nero. "Murder means you have planned it beforehand. Murdering and killing someone are two completely different things. For instance, I have killed many people but I have only murdered a few. And almost all those were out of self defence. A few may have been accidents."
{#};;-- Her words process and he gives them intent thought, but only a remark leaves his lips, quiet, as if he knows he's trading dangerous ground here:
"..Well... Apologies for not knowing anythin' about, er, homicide."
Yet there's a smirk. Come on, that was a funny thing to point out. He wasn't the kind of person to consider killing, much less actually carrying it out. Unless it was on a video game. In which case he did all of the killing in the world...
What a terrible thing to think about.
{outofbytes};;-- trying to bring Nero back to life is going to take time and energy
and me remembering he exists
"Except no drug," Rin joked.
It was odd to make tea for someone without drugging it, almost like how it was before. A faint smile traced itself onto her lips as she thought of how everything was. Blinking, she snapped out of it. The past was the past, no need to think about it much.
She sipped her tea again, thinking of the taste. She had never had spiced apple before (nor anything other than orange or mint actually) but she found she was somewhat fond of the taste. Rin would have to remember to steal more later.
{#};;â And upon that note does he realize, yes, the strange taste was definitely gone. Nothing was turning to dizzied nonsense around him, and Rin wasnât smiling all sickly sweet like she was then. Things were different. Why hadnât she drugged it this time? Beyond what she was saying, that was. Those words were definitely at face value.
"Itâs.. a fancy taste, isnât it?" It also smelled really pleasantâ one of the main reasons it was his favorite. After all, once he got past the smell of tea it was a bit easier to drink.
"Itâs different," Rin nodded as she sipped some more. "I suppose you could say âfancy tasteâ."
It was a bit sweeter than what she was used to, but it wasnât overly sweet. A soft laugh left her.
"You seemed a little surprised I didnât drug it, any reason why?" She smiled. "I donât drug every cup of tea someone has you know."
{#};;â âMn.â He took another sip, thoughts docking in his mind. A simpleton congregation at a time like this, solely to keep himself awake if she was.. lying or something. Not like he believed that in the slightest, but you know, either way. Couldnât risk his other arm.
"âŠWell.. why wouldnât I be?â
Considering the amount of hands in her garden, it was only a logical conclusion to make. She probably drugged every other guest she got, if not all of them.
"Iâm not crazy, I have a system," Rin stated. "If I drugged everyone and killed them, the police would be at my door in no time. Â I have no desire to be caught again. The town jail is in terrible condition this time of year."
She sipped her tea and crossed her legs in the other direction so they didnât fall asleep.
"Maybe Iâll do it more in the Spring, but not now."
{#};;-- "I didn't know murder was such an organized thing."
Truly, the girl scared him. But she had a way of acting, speaking, doing things. Oddly charming, he supposed. And, minus her crazy factor--
Haha, nope. He puts the cup at his lips again to excuse himself from saying anymore, letting the steam brush his face. It smells amazing; recalling to his mind just why spiced apple was his favorite flavor of tea.
{#};;-- "..Extended business leave. Don't ask me."
{outofbytes};;-- I like to update Nero in bulk. It shocks people.
{#};;â "No trouble at all, actually- I um. Lost mine." In case that wasnât obvious enough, anyhow. He didnât want to go into detail just how that arm was misplaced. It kind of hurt to recall, aching both at the seam of his shoulder and inside his head.
"Well, yeaaah, but- er, nevermind. I wonât force you to talk about things, thatâd be rude of me!!" She stood still for a second, thinking, but snapped back into reality. "Oh! Hey, youâre Akita Neruâs brother, right?"
{#};;-- A weak cringe shot through his system at her question. Ah, there it was, for the umpteenth time since anyone knew who he was. Yes, he was related to Neru. He didn't like discussing that though, because he felt that alone outshined his purpose.
A dumb paranoia to have, really. But he doesn't let that part ache like the fact does.
"Yeah-- The one and only."
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Standing to drink some coffee hadnât particularly been his plan when he decided to nip into the coffee shop after guitar practice. He probably shouldâve considered how busy it was before he walked up to the counter, but, as things went, it only crossed his mind now. Hovering a little by one wall, wondering if it was really worth the embarrassment of asking someone, he eventually turns to the nearest tableâsomeone sitting there alone. He gives a shy smile, blowing on his coffee as he asks, âUm⊠is this seat taken?â
{#};;-- Typing away at a laptop; his usual course of action in a coffee shop, it's no surprise it takes him a few moments to actually look up at the blonde. His response leaves him first of all, a quiet mumble when he slides his headset off of his head, letting it rest around his neck.
"..Taken..?"
A key is pressed on the pristine white array, the screen fades to a dark color. A game on full-screen, evidently, and he was quite engrossed.in it. With a quick sip of his own tall cup of coffee, his head turns to the company and...
His eyes promptly widen-- he's forced to clear his throat after such an outburst of a response. Another Len model. He certainly had a habit of happening upon those, hadn't he?
"Er--!! No, Not at all, actually!"
"Except no drug," Rin joked.
It was odd to make tea for someone without drugging it, almost like how it was before. A faint smile traced itself onto her lips as she thought of how everything was. Blinking, she snapped out of it. The past was the past, no need to think about it much.
She sipped her tea again, thinking of the taste. She had never had spiced apple before (nor anything other than orange or mint actually) but she found she was somewhat fond of the taste. Rin would have to remember to steal more later.
{#};;â And upon that note does he realize, yes, the strange taste was definitely gone. Nothing was turning to dizzied nonsense around him, and Rin wasnât smiling all sickly sweet like she was then. Things were different. Why hadnât she drugged it this time? Beyond what she was saying, that was. Those words were definitely at face value.
"Itâs.. a fancy taste, isnât it?" It also smelled really pleasantâ one of the main reasons it was his favorite. After all, once he got past the smell of tea it was a bit easier to drink.
"Itâs different," Rin nodded as she sipped some more. "I suppose you could say âfancy tasteâ."
It was a bit sweeter than what she was used to, but it wasnât overly sweet. A soft laugh left her.
"You seemed a little surprised I didnât drug it, any reason why?" She smiled. "I donât drug every cup of tea someone has you know."
{#};;-- "Mn." He took another sip, thoughts docking in his mind. A simpleton congregation at a time like this, solely to keep himself awake if she was.. lying or something. Not like he believed that in the slightest, but you know, either way. Couldn't risk his other arm.
"...Well.. why wouldn't I be?"
Considering the amount of hands in her garden, it was only a logical conclusion to make. She probably drugged every other guest she got, if not all of them.
