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finally a lull in my schedule that didn't have something come out of nowhere when I wanted to finish some replies.
I'm so sorry for the late replies guys, I really am. My schedule should be slightly more manageable until the deadline for the final assignments, since I just have weekly articles and a midterm next week for the time.
Back to Fire Emblem now that replies are done for now. ^_^;;
Taejin Mission 042 - Forming the Bottleneck [Ashe and Squall]
Grey eyes gazed at the crowded briefing room silently. Ashe stood near the back wall, her arms crossed as a sour frown pulled at her lips. Relief efforts? How pathetic. She was hoping for some large-scale, grand battle. Still, a mission was a mission. Lifting one hand to her lips, the young woman stifled a yawn - hardly giving any mind to the words being said. It seemed she wouldn’t be the only one on this particular mission, so why bother? Obviously she was going to be used for her shooting skills. Ashe supposed her partner would be the one to fill her in. Or, rather, tell her which direction she was supposed to point that bow of her’s. She’d heard the rumors before she’d received her summons and took her time dressing for battle for the better part of the morning. Hunting in the hours before dawn had been a habit to her and it was hardly a struggle for her to pull herself from sleep. She wondered if the same could be said for her partner. The other troops seemed to drowsily be paying attention, at the very least.
That same grey gaze snapped up to the man giving the briefing as she heard her name. Pushing herself from the wall, Ashe strode down the walkway with the same grace befitting that of her social standing. Silently, she wondered if the looks she was receiving were because of her stride or because of her appearance. War paint didn’t seem to be a thing here. At least, not yet. Even her arms had been covered in the intricate designs her tribe wore before heading off into the battlefield. Slinging her bow over her shoulder, she took hold of the paper offered to her. On it was a summary of their objectives and her position. Beside her name was written a name so messily that Ashe had to hold it closer to her face as she stepped from the briefing room and into the hallway to await her partner. ‘Squall Leonhart’. Commando. Ashe groaned and lowered the paper before gazing around the assembled group. They were so noisy and chaotic. It was enough to irritate Ashe.
In the desert, everything was orderly. No one ran around like this and created so much noise. The camp was used to moving at the drop of a hat. Everyone knew their positions in the tribe. There was no used for foolish things like ‘briefings’. Perhaps the young woman was a little tired. Still, there was no point in standing around waiting for her partner to show up. As soon as the door to the briefing room shut, Ashe drew in a deep breath and bellowed over the noise. “OI! SQUALL LEONHART.” The troops just sort of…stopped and took a moment to stare at the tribal princess. What a weirdo. Ashe only glared around the group before making a face in annoyance. Great. What if he hadn’t shown up yet? And so Ashe only crossed her arms and waited, not willing to back down from the impression she’d given the others with her yelling.
Squall had been intently weaving through the crowd, ready to head to the chocobo stables when a voice suddenly bellowed his name. He heaved a sigh as his hand moved to pinch the bridge of his nose tiredly. That was, without a doubt, the one called Ashe. Most of the soldiers in this group had at least seen him around base, and he knew full well the bad reputation he carried as a loner.
There really was no reason to be held up here. Their mission was an urgent one, and speed was of the essence. Silently, Squall instructed a nearby soldier to start moving the rest to the stable, and get ready to move out. The stable-hands should have been woken up to saddle the birds up since a large number of the army was being mobilised for this, so at least that would go somewhat smoothly.
The sizable group slowly started moving as the command was passed around, and the corridor emptied out quickly, leaving only Squall and the female soldier standing around. He looked her in the eye, noting the spark it held and holding back a sigh when he realised that, putting it in a bad way, she would be difficult to deal with. Thinking of it in a good way, she definitely had character.
"Is there anything you need before we move out?"
A direct question, his tone curt. It would be best if they could avoid any trouble and hurry to the town of Argadon as soon as possible.
Taejin Mission 039: Shady Business | Sephiroth and Squall
Sephiroth was somewhat grateful for the nonexistent small talk that partners might have with him before the start of a mission. Genesis favoured it whenever female agents accompanied him into the field, and Angeal would not hesitate to reply, but Sephiroth would never understand the point of having small talk, not that he would ever be faced with the dilemma of answering or not; so far none of his partners had ever tried talking to him, beside official matters. And it was only once in a blue moon where he would be sent on a mission with a partner. However, that was then, and this was now, although he still held the opinion that small talk was just a pleasant, polite frivolity meant for civilised environments and people.
After a short walk, his stoically silent partner and himself reached the chocobo stables, and it was then that he realised he had a small problem at hand.
Ever since SOLDIER developed helicopters and other modes of transportation, they rarely used chocobos for transportation anymore. Yes, during certain missions there would be no alternative other than using a chocobo, but whenever he needed one for his mission, he would, or rather, could, only ride that black chocobo that he bred himself. And that chocobo was not here, it was still in SOLDIER. He had not thought about taking it together with him when he left.
Looking at the chocobos kept in their stalls, he let out a sigh that was immediately drowned by the numerous “WARK” from the chocobos. For some reason, chocobos were always either hostile or afraid of him. Even the chocobo he rented during his journey towards the headquarters needed a whole day of coaxing from the farm owner. He rode the said chocobo for a day and the next morning, it was gone; it somehow jerked the rope leash free and ran back to the farm, forcing Sephiroth to continue on foot.
He walked towards one, and reached out tentatively. The chocobo glared at the suspicious hand in return and snapped at it. He turned his attention towards another, and even before he did anything it backed away into a corner of its stall, fear in its eyes.
This is a waste of time.
Making no effort to hide his irritation and annoyance, he glared at the first chocobo and grabbed its beak before it could snap at him again, never breaking the eye contact. Using his free hand, he threw the saddle over the chocobo and waited for it to stop thrashing around so that he could properly saddle the beast and get on his way.
Squall watched with some amusement at the trouble the silver-haired soldier was facing with the chocobo. Indeed, you could never tell how any person was like just by looking. Still, it was prudent that they get moving as soon as possible. Every second wasted was another second that their target might have upped and left the Sulyya Springs.
With a bemused sigh, the brunet walked toward his partner and tapped him on the shoulder, gesturing for him to remove his hand from the chocobo's beak. There was no way the agitated bird was going to calm down while it was still being restrained in such a manner.
Still, it really was strange how restless the giant birds seemed to be. Squall had to dodge a peck as he deftly buckled the saddle to the bird, running a gentle hand down its neck as he tried to get it to calm down. His efforts largely went unnoticed, and the difference in the bird's attitude, if any, was negligible.
With an unrelenting grip on the reins, Squall led the bird out of its stall, a stable-hand having to run over to help restrain the bird. It seemed to calm down somewhat with the distance between the silver-haired man and them, and the combined efforts of Squall and the stable-hand managed to get the bird settled.
Hopefully it stayed that way. It would be a problem if the bird balked as soon as the man tried to get on his back. Keeping an eye on the situation, Squall walked back to his stall, tightened the straps on his chocobo's saddle before climbing onto its back and riding it out.
With luck, this would be the last of their troubles for the day.
Who was he trying to kid. There was no way this would be it.
Trust Issues | Lightning and Squall
The new soldier caught on pretty quickly. What she believed to be all soldiers of perhaps equal footing relative to her, it appeared that the brunet male was actually conversing with his superiors, indicated by the salute after one of the soldier’s directed him a tour. A tour….yes, that was what she was indirectly asking for. Not just a navigational kind of tour, but a tour in the innerworks of the Taejin Army: how they operate, essentially, and not to mention, what best actions should be taken in specific situations.
She kept silent, watching as the two officers departed, leaving just the brunet man and the pink-haired recruit. Her face was calm, eyes even hard on the only man with her, but she was slightly uneasy. Uneasy because she detected a weariness about him. Or was it reluctance? Either way, his silence and seemingly unenthusiastic face was nothing but uncomfortable.
She followed suit, walking in silence with him, but still keeping a careful look at the other. She was intrigued still by his gunblade. Was she really compelled to ask? No, she wouldn’t. She would keep a cool air, only speaking if he should initiate it.
And eventually, he did.
“Yes I have,” she said it a bit too quickly, which showed how anxious she was to get on with this….chore. She really did not want to do this either, assuming the other did desire to perform a tour. She didn’t feel the need to converse with him. She knew better than to prod someone to talk. But she had a strong urge to comment about his weapon.
“Nice gunblade.”
Squall didn't bother making anything of the speed with which the female soldier replied, it didn't really matter to him whether it was nerves or something else. It didn't really make a difference, and he wasn't interested even if it did. He did, however, take note of her comment about his weapon, a comment that he acknowledged with some pride, although he would sooner fall into a crevice than admit that pride to anyone.
Face and tone unchanging, he responded with a disinterested "Mm, it's a custom model for melee situations." as he stopped and turned to face the pink-haired soldier. If she had already had her housing settled, then there was a good chance that she at least knew her way around headquarters, which made a tour pointless. Perhaps she had been talking about another kind of preparation, or perhaps it had just been an attempt at small talk. Didn't matter either way.
"Right then. Is there any part of headquarters in particular that you would like to be shown to? It'll be pointless to bring you to places that you already know." Continuing his speech with this, he looked at the female as he waited to hear her answer.
Taejin Mission 039: Shady Business | Sephiroth and Squall
It was his first mission briefing since he started out as a Commando in this Army. The memories it brought was painfully nostalgic, but it slowly faded as the briefing stretched on.
Over the days he had spent in the headquarters, he had slowly accustomed himself to being alone, and gradually, even the memories lost their bite. While he was awake, that is. He was still vulnerable in the darkness that slumber brought, but to some extent, he was satisfied that it would be that way. To feel fear, melancholy, anger; emotions, while he slept, reminded him that he was human.
The mission involved retrieving an ancient text that might be in the hands of a suspicious individual that might be residing in the…Sulyya Springs. The uncertainties irked him, but he was not excessively worried; he could take care of himself, and complete the mission in the meantime. Frankly, he was slightly disappointed; he had expected the mission to be more challenging. However, apparently this mission is highly ranked in difficulty and importance, thus he did not let his guard down, and listened with rapt attention. One detail that caught his attention was the fate of this individual; the superiors wanted her alive. The female was to be arrested and brought back to the headquarters alive.
It will be best if there were no survivors, he remembered from his past mission briefings in SOLDIER; his superiors had emphasised that condition too many times to count. He had never needed to arrest civilians, suspicious or not; being arrested was a privilege for the officers and staff who had offended the wrong persons, and more often than not, the arrested would soon become the executed. Once again, he realised how very different the Army was from SOLDIER, and he wondered, again, if he had made the correct decision in enlisting here.
A partner…he glanced briefly at the boy that was in the room together with him. So, he would not be alone in this mission. The boy was wearing a black sleeveless top, a pendant of sorts around his neck; a memento, Sephiroth guessed; with a curious fur sash partially covering the weapons slung at both his sides. Both weapons were sheathed; he would have to wait till they were in a battle to properly examine them. The boy looked strong enough to fend for himself; there was light curiosity as to how the boy would fare in battle; so far he had only battled with Lumine, but perhaps…after the mission he would initiate a spar? Perhaps.
For now, the mission reigned supreme. He, they, would retrieve the text, regardless of the means.
The mission seemed straightforward enough, as the briefing drew to a close. The female who had been mentioned made things just a bit more complicated, but Squall had no doubt that he would be able to restrain her, in the situation of a complication. A dull thud in the floor as he turned and stepped toward the door, running the mission details through his head. His most recent visit to the springs had been quite a while back, in a quick mission with Cloud, but he still remembered the monsters that were native to that place all too well.
Walking through the hall to the chocobo stables, the gunblader made no attempt at conversation with his partner, nor to introduce himself. Small talk was extraneous. He thought this even while acknowledging that he had gotten accustomed to introducing himself to new teammates. But being accustomed did not by any means make him particularly enthusiastic about initiating, and so he didn't.
It was a short walk to the stables, and he immediately began saddling up a chocobo, pausing enough to catch a quick glance to see if the silver-haired man was managing. He didn't seem the sort to have trouble or inexperience in dealing with these birds, but that was nothing more than a preconception after all, and those could always prove to be vastly different from reality.
ooc; In case any of your blogs get hit by the new update
Watch for this icon on the top right of your post area when you're reblogging long text posts. The option to change the reblog-as TYPE is hidden there.
Trust Issues | Lightning and Squall
Perhaps it truly was a hint of nervousness beginning to plague her mind and actions. Her whole body felt hotter than normal due to the blood rushing like crazy underneath her fair skin. Her thoughts raced with questions towards herself and self-criticism. She almost cursed under her breath at herself for deciding to approach them conspicuously and impulsively.
What are you going to say? A hello? That’s lame…Unfortunately, she would never want to admit the true reason for her actions. She felt a little lost as to what to do at this point. She knew it would take time before she would embark on her first mission, and she would be foolish to think that lounging around in residence was the best way to kill time. Preparatory errands is the smarter route….but how to go about it? The new soldier is feeling a bit silly over this.
Get a grip, she scolded herself.
She tried to remain as composed as she could, breathing silently through her nose as her pace began to slow down once she had approached close enough to the group. Well, it wasn’t exactly a large group. While there were sparse people around them, the sedentary individuals before her made up only three. One of the three gave an acknowledging nod to Lightning, which made the pink-haired soldier hesitate briefly before acknowledging with a firm one of her own. She surveyed the other two, especially the one with donned in black leather. And…he had a gunblade in his possession. That was a little interesting to see. But she pretend she didn’t notice.
“Uh…hi,” she cleared her throat, carefully thinking over what exactly she wanted to say to these people. “I’ve just been recruited today and…I know it’ll be some time before my first mission and…” she did not want to talk to much. Talking too much sounded like rambling, and she didn’t exactly like to be seen as a person who rambles. Concise, direct, straightforward—that’s how the soldier likes it. “And I don’t want to sit around waiting for my cue. So I guess what I’m saying is,” she absently placed a hand on her hip, a harder look washing over her features. “What are some things I could do to prepare myself? Like…tips on how new recruits can transition to their new position?”
There we go. Not so bad…so she hoped.
Squall had a feeling he knew what was coming after the female spoke. There went his plans for the morning. An inaudible sigh accompanied by a warm smile from Matthias, suggesting that Squall give to new soldier a tour so that she knew her way around, if he would be so kind to. Of course, the brunet couldn't exactly turn the request down, given the fact that by any outsider's view, the request was one from a superior officer to a soldier.
A salute directed to the two officers as he turned to leave, and a nod at the pink-haired soldier to indicate that she should follow, and he set off at a comfortable pace toward Headquarters. He walked in silence for a while, not one for small talk and uncomfortable with the idea of having to bring someone around. He wasn't called on for these duties very often, for obvious reasons. His reputation as a lone wolf was one all the officers were familiar with, so they hardly called on him officially, considering these tours were meant to get the new soldiers settled, not unsettled.
How did one even go about giving a good tour, anyway. A faint memory of having been dragged into giving a raven-haired girl a tour surfaced, along with memories of how...awkward he had been. Expected, considering he had been strung along that one time, but that just wouldn't cut it here, considering that he had agreed to the request from Matthias, even if somewhat reluctantly.
There was a sense of responsibility this time, and Squall would fulfill that responsibility, even if it had been undertaken with reluctance.
Turning his head slightly toward the pink-haired soldier, he finally opened his mouth to speak.
"Have you been assigned your quarters yet, or do you need to register with housing?"
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Sudden realisation that Squall still needs his scar.
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Trust Issues | Lightning and Squall
She has done it. The pink-haired female received word from Taejin Headquarters, fortunately confirmed that she had been accepted and enlisted to Taejin’s Army, a full fledged warrior for the cause of protection from harsh forces of Gran Pulse. A genuine smile tugged on her peach pink lips, unable to hold back the obvious bliss and enthusiasm that painted her otherwise usually-somber features. She knew what kind of road lie ahead of her, and she knew as well that would not see her home for a long time, ultimately including her sister. But brushing those melancholic thoughts aside, she reassured herself that it was for the best. She would stake it out here—alone if she had to—if it meant fulfilling this new role she is about to play.
She never thought she’d see the day her eyes would be graced with the interior of the Taejin’s HQ. On the few occasions when she did visit Oerba, she only viewed the fantastic structure from the outside. One would suppose it’s funny how life can come back full circle. Destiny? Fate? She can’t really say she’d believe in that sort of thing.
She came here of her own free will, anyway.
Light blue hues reflected a light spark of wonder as she traveled to housing in which she was assigned momentarily. Opening the door, allowing herself entrance inside, she did a quick glance of the setting: simple necessities such as bed, table, chair, kitchen area, and bathroom. However, the female rushed to place her stuff down before departing again. She couldn’t fight off her anxiety. Though she would never admit it to anyone else should they see her, she really wanted to take the time to explore the area. In a strategic sense, it was good to familiarize herself with the environment so that she may use it to the best that she can when mission time commences.
And, well, this was the time to be acquainted with others. A feeling of dread washed over the female at the thought of it. Not that she never associated with anyone in her life, but she increasingly began to purposefully distance herself from others. Nothing personal, but it was becoming harder for her to get attached to anyone, or even form any sort of trust with another. She did not want to take any chances that could scathing her guarded heart.
Her quickening pace drastically began to slow when she spotted a group of individuals gathering together in one area. Narrowing her blue optics, she discerned that they were most likely the other soldiers who were already enlisted or have been a part of Taejin’s Army for some time before she came along. Something was churning her stomach. Nervousness? No, that’s not it. But generally, she was feeling tense. She wasn’t sure if she should even move any closer. Was it good enough to just stand from afar and study them at this distance? Her features remained hard as she waged this internal debate.
Fists clenching tightly at her sides, she was surprised when her legs had a mind of its own and brusquely carried her towards the other soldiers.
Even if they were to be her future comrades, could she really bring herself to fully trust anyone? Could she even trust herself that she would remain guarded in the remaining years she’d be here?
It had been a slow day. Was supposed to be a slow day, at least. But Squall had been accosted by Matthias and a female officer on the way to the training rooms, and was now stuck between the two complaining about their kids...never going home for dinner? How had they even gotten to this topic? A glimpse at the wide-eyed foot soldier standing awkwardly by the officer's side told him what he already knew - that neither of them had a clue.
His presence wasn't even being acknowledged anymore, now that the two older soldiers had gone into full-on parental mode. Perhaps he could just...slip away...
A gloved hand slipped down toward the hilt of Revolver, slight impatience crossing his otherwise calm face. All he had wanted that morning was time to himself while he worked out the unsettling frustration that seemed to well up from nowhere, what with his scattered emotions and all. That was it. He would silently excuse himself and just...leave.
Mind made up, the brunet was all but ready to continue with his original plans when he suddenly noticed a shock of pink moving toward them. A new soldier, from the look of it, since her face wasn't familiar. Squall had been here a long time after all, even before he had officially joined.
It wouldn't be a good idea for her to walk into this uncharacteristic discussion between two superior officers. With a small sigh, Squall drew the two officers' attentions back to himself, cutting in with a simple "I'll cook. Will tomorrow do?"
A nod from Matthias, who then seemed to notice the pink-haired soldier, and smoothly changed the subject to a more formal one after acknowledging the pink-haired woman with a curt nod. Squall's eyes drifted with interest to the very familiar weapon hanging from the woman's belt, although he maintained an air of disinterest. It was rare to meet another gunblade user in the army after all.
Taejin Mission 039: Shady Business | Sephiroth and Squall
It had been some time since he had been assigned a mission. Whether that was by some strange twist of fate or somebody's actual machinations, Squall didn't know, nor was he interested. He had never planned to run from his responsibilities from the start, and all he cared about was that it actually felt good to be moving again.
It didn't matter that this mission reminded him of a silveret. He would deal with it, one way or another. He certainly wasn't going to abandon his responsibility. He would see this mission through. Fingers drummed along his upper arm as he listened to the briefing with arms folded, managing to keep his thoughts from drifting.
Blue eyes turned towards his partner for this mission, sizing him up. There was something uncomfortable about him. And yet, something strangely familiar in that discomfort. A cold mask. Impenetrable almost. At least, that was how it felt.
And then there was his weapon, so long it seemed almost unwieldy. A weapon that looked impractical at first sight, and yet was carried with the seasoned confidence of someone who had carried it to battle repeatedly. It seemed like something that only those of a certain stature could hope to carry comfortably, and even then, Squall had his doubts that he would ever willingly carry a weapon of such considerable length. It just didn't allow for the flexibility in his style, and a part of him was...interested. Would it be wielded well, and what was this man's fighting style?
Despite those thoughts, it didn't actually matter to Squall how capable or incapable his assigned partner was. He would just do this mission, practically alone if he had to. That was all there was to it.
ooc; Threads
So, I'll be happy to start casuals and what not with all of you, and pick up more missions / whatever! Pop a message if you would like to thread with this loser who has gone back somewhat to being a recluse, but also is more willing to show kindness?? or something. If you have a thread idea you would like to work on, i'll be more than happy to discuss it, and if not, then we can always throw out ideas until there's something we like!
Better off alone? | Self-para
Loneliness was a million times worse when you had come to know love. Years of keeping people at bay had saved Squall like that. Left him blissfully alone, with only his memories of sis leaving reminding him of that immense loneliness. But then things had changed. His closed heart had been pried open, and he had been...thankful for it. Not wanting to get hurt, what a lonely way to live. Oh, he had always been afraid. But the silver-haired ravager had showed him what he would miss if he kept at it.
He had changed.
And now he was sitting here, in the cool darkness of his abode, alone and bitter.
He had been right after all. It was better to be alone than to be left behind.
...No. That wasn't true. He had been distraught when sis left, but he had also been young. And his young mind had been unable to comprehend fully what had happened. So he had convinced himself that he had to get stronger, so that sis would return. It had been all he could cling on to. Self-pity and that one hope.
But the silveret had taught him the value of friendship. Of love. The pain of being left alone stung, but he could not forget that. He wasn't a kid any longer, and a part of him knew that being left behind was probably inevitable, but that closing your heart did no good. You would be alone either way. Just blissfully unaware in the latter, and there was no way he could go back to that state. Pretend none of this had ever happened.
But there, the clarity of thought ended. Nothing made sense. What he wanted, what he should do.
There had been that apology. 'It's not your fault. I'm sorry.' Gentle words. No explanations. What was the point? It left him as confused as ever. An apology did nothing to take away the guilt and the pain.
Irrational. Feelings hardly were rational, were they? Guilt for something that was no one's fault. That feeling that maybe it had been something he'd done. What was he supposed to do with these feelings? How was one supposed to live with this bitterness? It should have been easy, with all his years of experience coping with sis' leaving. But even the pain from that had been dulled with the passing of time, leaving only the strongest feelings of determination and being completely alone. How had he coped? Squall didn't think he had an answer.
Better off alone. Was he? Hands curled into tight balls as he leaned further back into the sofa, head thrown back and eyes staring into the silent darkness of the ceiling.
He didn't know.
Pride and Honour | Kain and Squall
Kain slowed down as he drew nearer to Squall, and when he heard what was said his heart sank. He doesn’t remember me? Crouching down, he spun his lance around on the bladed end in the dirt. I know it’s been a while but why does he recognise me? He sighed and turned away. “You don’t remember me, do you?”
He stood back up and put his backpack onto the ground nearby. “Granted, it has been few years, but I didn’t think I was that forgetful”, he said in a jokingly, and removed his helmet. “It’s me brother, Kain. From the orphanage? Ringing any bells?”
Kain...From the...orphanage?
The name was familiar enough, but he was drawing blanks at the face that was under the helmet. Still, it was something to go by, more so than just a voice. And there admittedly was a growing sense of nostalgia at the face under the helmet. Older than a face in his memory...but bearing an uncanny semblance.
Kain...
Memories of the orphanage.
And then it clicked.
"Fourteen years, Kain. I haven't seen you since I was five." It was a direct response. After all, how in the world was he expected that he would remember the face of someone who had been ten the last he saw? Even if he had been one of the few older children, that was still expecting too much. Especially from Squall, who hardly bothered with the other kids at the time.
Still, Kain had at the very least left an impression, for his persistence in acting as the 'big brother'. Something Squall hadn't cared for at the time, since sis had been the only person he cared about at the time.
"What are you doing here then?"
A very important ooc note
Okay, so I've heard from Hope-mun about admin, and she's okay, but stuff happened! Just give her your well-wishes k? She's okay and that's what matters. Err. I won't detail it in case she doesn't like it or something for now, but anyways.
I'll see what we do about this with Basch tomorrow, you babes just keep up the roleplaying okay? I'll get on replies tomorrow too. Promise! >_<
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YEAH! Done with exams and somewhat free for the month, unless I get random calls to help out at work since it's an on-call basis. I'll be getting back on my rps proper tomorrow, too tired to do so today. Please like this post if I owe you a reply and haven't liked it. If I've liked it, I'm aware that I owe you one, so no worries there! ^_^
It's good to be back! :D
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