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>> Independent, Geneviéve, future daughter of Virion {Fire Emblem; Awakening - OC} Roleplay blog.>> Please refer to the 'Rules' and 'Muse' page before interaction - thanks.{[ Faceclaim is Shirayuki from Akagami no Shirayukihime ]}

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Priam is a grizzly bear

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[ -claps hands- I have returned. Just give me a little bit and I'll have my theme redone and everything going again. ]

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{[ 'Au' - well we have to start somewhere, no? ]}

4. ib AU

((omfg yes))

He had been trapped in that damned art gallery for far too long. It was going to drive Inigo insane at this rate. The fact that he had to keep a little, light blue rose would have been fine, if it weren’t for the fact that its life was tied to his own.

He was taking a rest as his rose replenished its health in the water vase he found when he saw a red-haired girl approaching. He was about to panic and make a run for it before he saw that this girl actually wasn’t attached to a picture frame. 

“M-Miss? Hello? Are you… trapped in here too?”

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“Well, that was the only conclusion I could come to… the doors and windows are all locked, and I haven’t seen another soul in ages until you came.”

She hadn’t seemed to see the worse things that the gallery could offer. His luck had been far worse: attacked by headless mannequins, chased by women in paintings… geez, he knew he’d like to have some attention from girls, but not like this.

“Well, I’m just glad someone’s here besides me… ah, wait,” he picked up his rose from the vase, “I have to ask- have you picked up a flower while you were here?”

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        — “Doors and windows are.. locked? Did you check properly?” She didn’t trust in the stranger’s intelligence, in fact - she didn’t trust in anything the stranger had to offer. With now having calmed down a bit, Geneviéve cleared her throat and shortly thought about his second question, before she drew her little bag over her shoulder and brought it to the front of her body.

        — “A flower like this? Yes, I found it underneath a piece of framed wall. It was odd that the tableau was missing, but what do I know about art?” She carefully pulled the flower out of the little hilt, that was originally for pens or small things like that but now it held for a vase. Her eyes changed from her, red rose, to his, blue one. His flower seemed to be bigger than hers - it definetly had more petals, after he had taken it out of the vase it didn’t seem to change much, not even water was dripping down the end of the flower stalk.

        — “But why is it of importance if I found a flower or not?” It just seemed odd to her. Nothing had happened to her, really. Geneviéve had noticed frames, missing paintings, misplaced objects but that was really all. Confusion was making it’s way through her head.

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ѕ т o l e ɴ   α w α y;

I am only shortly here for my beloved friend. Don’t mind me~

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dancefortheflowers

Fake roses don’t wilt tho B)

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b ru h

you know what could be cool

someone to represent mary in our ib au

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Oh yes we do

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dancefortheflowers Fake roses don't wilt tho B)

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Gripping the sides of the net, dark eyes looked to one who stepped out of the shadows. There was slight distaste in finding this was the others trap, typically she would get stuck and a passerby would let her go. But she supposed one can’t be choosey when hanging in the air in a net. “You have caught me,” There was a nervous laugh that quickly followed the statement. “My name is Isolde. Would you mind… Perhaps letting me out of your trap? I stumbled into it while going after something…”

   It was hard to determine if there was any tthreat, or any cause for alarm. The other didn’t approach with an air of attack, however Iso could never be too careful. “I apologize, for getting tangled in your trap… I assume you were hoping to catch something that’s not me?”

      Sheepishly, she smiled. Perhaps she hadn’t needed to explain herself, it was a rather embarrassing reason anyway, but nonetheless she did. An attempted stretch with no success. She could already feel the cramps heading up her back and wings. While she didn’t mind small spaces, being trapped and unable to directly leave caused her to cringe. Iso would have preferred crowds over this.

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      — - {[ ♠ ]} - —           She let down her hood as the other one started talking and shook her head to loosen the red hair that covered her head. A half-hearted groan escaped her throat as she moved her hand up to her sword’s handle.      — “Yes, I certainly had expected something...d'autre. But when I look at you, I guess your wings would fetch me a good price too.” 

It was more jokingly meant than said, Geneviéve wasn’t one to just straight up cut someone else down. The young thief drew her sword and walked back a little bit, up to the spot where the trap’s fixation layed. Her head moved back up to meet Isolde’s gaze as she rose her blade.     — “Let’s get you out of there. Care, don’t hurt yourself - the trap will fall the second I loosen it.” Since she had expected something edible to walk into her trap she didn’t shed a though about reusing it so the only way to really get someone out there was to cut it loose.

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{ Ville } - Geneviéve and Venix

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“Keep your weapon down!” Venix warned, voice harsh and taking a step back. “I’d come here to try and stop this… looks like I was too late.” He trailed off, not wanting to dwell on failures. “We need to get out here, now. Pretty soon the air will be impossible to breathe.”

The ranger didn’t look as phased by the elements as she was, but that most likely was because he hadn’t been exposed as long. “There’s no one else left… you’re the first survivor I’ve seen.”

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        — - {[ ♠ ]} - —                     She huffed loudly but put her hand down as he had ordered, a cough escaping her throat. He was right - he had been too late, but so has she. She failed, not only herself but also the couple. She looked done, not only emotionally but also in terms of her health. Geneviéve couldn’t remember how long she had been around with these gases and poisonous fumes in the air.

       — “You’re right. You have been too late, but I ask myself why you still kept walking around in this area.” Her tone was cold but also raspy from her sore throat. The young thief didn’t struggle to hide away her sadness in a stern facade. With a step closer to him she narrowed her eyes.        — “Sortez. It will be too dangerous for you soon.”

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NINE HAVE ENTERED

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        My apologies. I am not familiar with everyone in this land.

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         — “Oh, it’s alright.It seems like a lot of people mix it up.” A pause “May I ask where I am, exactly? I seem to have lost my original path and now I ended up here.”

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+5

[— ♠ —]  Crivens… all this candy wasted because someone left ‘em out in the sun to melt… Tragic.

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        — “Is the molten candy really all you worry about?” She sighed loudly and propped her fists into her side, looking over at the other thief.

        — “Who even are you and what are you doing here?”

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ѕ т o l e ɴ   α w α y;

I queued all my replies and I will be heading off, onto another blog now. See y’all in the evening.

[bloodypunkred]

i drew my boy virion in pigtails for a 69min prompt on twitter / u \

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{[ 'Au' - well we have to start somewhere, no? ]}

4. ib AU

((omfg yes))

He had been trapped in that damned art gallery for far too long. It was going to drive Inigo insane at this rate. The fact that he had to keep a little, light blue rose would have been fine, if it weren’t for the fact that its life was tied to his own.

He was taking a rest as his rose replenished its health in the water vase he found when he saw a red-haired girl approaching. He was about to panic and make a run for it before he saw that this girl actually wasn’t attached to a picture frame. 

“M-Miss? Hello? Are you… trapped in here too?”

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           Geneviéve had now been sneaking through the wide halls for what felt like an eternity now. She couldn’t quite remember when she had entered the gallery and when exactly everyone left. Either way - they had left her, even the security guards didn’t seem to mind the girl, if there were any in this gallery. Everything she had found while walking was a petit, red flower, which she had put into her purse’s corner so that it was halfway sticking out but not hindering her walking.

           She was completely sunken into thoughts when a careful voice ripped her out of her daydreaming and she swirled around. A person! The young girl stumbled back a bit, unable to speak up right the istant. It had been ages since she had seen another human, except for the ones drawn on canvases. After a few seconds passed of awkward silence, her eyes wandered over the young man, he held a flower and seemed a bit disturbed by her appearance.

        — “Hello. T-trapped? Am I.. I mean - we - Are we trapped?” He had asked if she was trapped ‘too’ so the logic conclusion was that at least he was trapped. How silly did that sound? Trapped in an art gallery?

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ｔｈｅ ｆｒａｙ || ｓｔａｒｔｅｒｓ

"Where were you when everything was falling apart?"

"We need to talk."

"You said that you'd never lose control!"

"Just let it be."

"How can you be so heartless?!"

"Maybe God can pull it together."

"All I needed was a call."

"I don't wanna talk about it."

"Shut up. I need to talk to you."

"Love doesn't die."

"Sit down. It's just a talk."

"It's 3 in the morning. What's wrong?"

"Run for your life, my love."

"I'm sorry I can't be there with you."

"Everybody's saying I'm in over my head."

"You don't have to do it alone."

"I lost her."

"Do you need me to carry you?"

"Where did I go wrong?"

"Happiness feels a lot like sorrow."

"It's not what you say. It's what you do."

"Don't let me go."

"You're not getting off the hook that easy."

"I'm losing control!"

"We're falling apart and coming together over and over."

"And suddenly I became a part of your past...'

"In the end, everyone ends up alone."

"Don't give up now."

"I couldn't have saved him. It's not my fault."

"Where have you been?"

"I'm here. It's okay. You're okay. Shh--"

"Never say never."

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ѕ т o l e ɴ   α w α y;

Geneviéve would promote to be an Assassin. She needs to carry her father's legacy on in her bow and arrows.

[hiraethtae]

“ The Royal pharmacist Shirayuki - something big has happened to her?! “ 

Akagami no Shirayukihime; Chapter 54 (cover)