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[lil-kissy]

@eyesofahawk

She'd been at the Orphanage/Group home for as long as she could remember, memories of a time before foggy at best.

So many years. So many potential adoptions and so many disappointments had left her more than a little disenchanted with the idea and lost much hope as she watched those around her go to loving homes rarely returning. Kids that got so many prospective parents visiting and talking with them till they got the right match yet none for her.

Having all but given up she stayed away often choosing to stay up in her room then mingle with the other kids or meat any of the interested parents. No one ever came for her. With some encouragement one of the workers had got her to come outside, being such a nice day.

Quietly she played on her own in the shade with only a worn, hand stitched plush rabbit that had seen better days, while the other kids eagerly introduced themselves to awaiting and interested prospective parents that had come to visit and meet them. Silvery-white hair had been pulled back into a braid in some attempt to tame her long locks.

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A worker cheerily welcomed Hughes in, it wasn't often they got an actual military officer around in a non official capacity. Asking him a variety of questions as well as answering any of his own to help make the best match between parent and child.

"By the sounds of it I think you and your family might make a great fit for almost any of these kids." The woman smiled before humming thoughtfully, "And it looks like some of them are already quite eager to meet you, how about I leave you to get acquainted a little bit? Unless you have any further questions?"

[elatedrails]

Starter for: @maskednihilism

Sitting at the bar, Sparkle takes another shot back, allowing the alcohol to tickle the back of her throat as scratches on her once unscathed skin was now freshly covered in bruises and small grazes inflicted by that fraud. Standing from her stool, she opts to hide herself off to the side, awaiting the arrival of an old friend.

Time ticks away, with her slowly infected the boredom's virus--where the hell did that come from?--when she suddenly spots that infamously newly-labelled trashy red jacket. She follows after the taller figure, allowing her gun to press into his back. "Have you any final words, Fool?"

Her finger slides th trigger back toward her body, confetti shooting out, though it primarily fails yo do much to ease her annoyance with him. "Have you any idea how long it took me to get out of that trashcan?? That fraud was taking up all the space! I'd hate to imagine how you'd cope with a fake of yourself out there."

[gormez]

“  CARA  MIA   --------  ”  the  words  are  whispered  sweet  hushes  as  he  approaches  her  ,  cloaked  &&  hooded  sitting  ‘pon  the  stone  chair  that  overlooked  their  future  crypt  .  not  often  did  they  leave  each  others  sight  ,  so  when  realizing  she  had  escaped  out  here  in  the  wonderful  midnight  gloom  ,  gomez  was  eager  to  follow  .  his  hand  lifted  hers  &&  a  GENTLE  KISS  was  placed  to  her  luminescent  white  skin  .  it  was  tender  to  the  touch  ,  cautiously  observing  her  eyes  ,  not  wishing  to  intrude  but  oh  the  thought  of  being  strayed  from  her  loving  aura  for  too  long  filled  him  with  wholesome  dread  that  usually  would  have  been  a  delight  .  not  in  this  case  .  he  waited  for  her  to  softly  signal  with  her  eyes  &&  moved  around  the  stone  seating  ,  perching  himself  on  the  edge  to  inspect  CAREFULLY  .   the  way  the  half-moon  light  glow  caught  her  eyes  .  another  kiss  to  her  hand  .  no  more  words  were  spoken  ,  a  means  of  pure  love  echoing  his  features  .

|| @matriiiarch || STARTER

[ozwolff]

“  HEY  MAN  ,  ”  oz  reaches  into  his  bag  &&  pulls  out  the  record  that  he  had   been  carrying  with  him  before  passing  it  over  to  the  green-skinned  demon  .  “  found  the  album  you  were  looking  for  ,  ”  he  passes  it  quietly  .  || @caritaas​   || SC

[elatedrails]

Starter for @lovesfolly

Masked Fools did not typically traverse to planets another had already conquered, but in this instance, Sparkle believed that Sampo had done a rather lacking job when it came down to leaving the people of Belobog with a taste of what they were truly capable of doing. After all, the man was merely a con-artist--the brunette was a performer, and that is what made all the difference.

The people here seemed relatively happy now that they were capable of existing between two worlds, with their leader doing her utmost to manage tourists coming through without hindering the progress of a glorious rebuild of a world that would take thousands of years to come back from the blizzard that had almost swallowed it whole, and dealing with daily affairs that came across her desk. As long as no guards took note of this fool, her plan would be easily pulled off.

--Oh, and she'd definitely need to look out for Sampo.

Exactly fourteen minutes into her feet touched upon the Belobog soil, she had bumped into someone around the same height as her. Not even she understood how that could have happened. It was embarrassing to say the least.

"My apologies, I wasn't looking where I was going.. You don't happen to know anybody by the name of Sampo, do you? I want to avoid bumping into him."

[elatedrails]

“You’ve not been hiding from me, have you, Cissia?” Clasping her hands over her mouth, she’d hide a growing smirk behind those fingers, her eyes solely focused on the blonde before her. Stood in the doorway, Jane’s body leans against the frame, as if purposely blocking the entry and exit of the staff room within the NEPS building on this particular floor. It was rare to corner someone as sneaky as Cissia this easily.

“Don’t think you can slither past me quite so easily.” Her voice lowers, as if she were talking down to prey that happened across her—before perking right back up once she feels her words have taken a firm seat in the other’s mind. “What’ve you been up to, little one?”

@shrineofprophecy

[elatedrails]

Starter for @abyssmalice ( Tonia <3 )

"Off causing trouble, are we? Tut, tut. It's impolite to leave the rest of us out of the loop, you know that?"

Sparkle stands a few feet behind the other, accusatory in tone, even with no evidence of wrongdoiing. In truth, Sparkle wanted the satisfaction of observing a reaction of utter surprise. It took great effort to tail the other this deep into Planarcadia--although, she knew most of this place inside and out--waiting for the right time to strike.

Upping the dramatics, she points squarely at the other's frame, furrowing her brows and upping the stakes with every mental choice. "Tell me--just what are you planning, stranger?"