#brennau

[zeshea]

hey can i request a hiatus. someone in my family has passed away and i dont really have the energy to roleplay. thank you. dates 31/01

We're so sorry to hear that. Hiatus noted.

- Demon Officer

[zeshea]

Sign Quinn up for Kelaen’s & Koko’s Fruit Stall please!

You really want to work at the stall owned by those crazy imp twins? I mean, it’s like at the corner of Old and Forgotten. So dusty and blegh— What! You’re saying that’s just me? Well you’ll find out about that as I write you up and you become the Fruit vendor, kid! No take backs now!

- Demon Officer

[zeshea]

stupid fenris-mun comes back saying they'll be blah and blah then shows up past all reservation dates with an OC. sigh, stupid fenris-mun. BUT I AM HERE. i would like to apply as my OC who has Dissociative Identity Disorder (multiple personalities) and would love them to be "The System" in the masterlist! eeeeey

Wow aren't you a unique one. It's as if we're getting four for the price of one! I mean, you're practically like four people in one body, am I right? Or, is that not how it works? Eh, that's a bummer if so. I'm gonna be really disappointed...

Anyways, you'll be staying in that crummy district, Werewombat Ward and your lucky apartment number is 5. There's no one there at the moment, so you've got the place to yourself for now. Isn't that great? No annoying roommates who'll complain about the unfair splitting of chores. Now it's all dependent on you! Enjoy!

- Demon Officer

[temporalwish]

She uncurls, light seeping into eyes full of sleep as the break of dawn surges up from the landscape--the sun in all it's glory bestowing light to a new world, a world that would soon be changed in so many different ways. And she has to take a moment, to recollect, to think about the situation--and her mind travels back, rewinds like a cassette tape to the events of yesterday. 

And it happened fast, faster than the blink of an eye--and automatically her vision pans to the new-found companion located just a few inches away in proximity. Thought is processed, archived, like the mind is a miniature library full of wonder and amazement, and the details of a journey must be recorded somewhere within these infinite volumes with the finest ink ever used. 

But one must fall back to reality sooner, than later. For the hour draws near, and they are not truly free from the fate that closely traipses by on eager steps--ready to claim what they believe is theirs. And how wrong they are to think this, with their closed minds and sharp tools, ever keen to push boundaries in the pursuit of violence.

With a quiet voice, courage is summoned in audible form, yet her tone betrays true intention and it's almost squeaked out rather than said in something authentic. "U-Um. We-- We should probably go. They'll be here soon."