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“Who are you?” 

Yellow eyes, brilliant in the shadows as lamps, pierced into the figure before him. Arc stood, arms clasped behind his back, his behemoth height easily dwarfing the subject of his attention. Normally the Legendorga king left such tasks to his sons or his subordinates, not this time: something prompted him to see this for himself. 

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“He’s been sleeping since his arrival, we were lucky to find him first before the rest, this is kind of unusual too.” The Edenian speaks with someone else, they have been hiding for so long that she has come used to the proximity that these tents provide. At least they are away and safe from any sort of soldier sent by the Kahn. “I’ve heard rumors that this individual was required by the Kahn, but why a simple Earthrealmer? Maybe there’s something else we haven’t been able to see at first?” Jade stops talking with the other soldier, both turned a corner of the tent for him to lay down along pillows and pieces of fabric, hears the man moving in his place, perhaps he was finally waking up.

[sasorikigai]

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☯︎  you’ve helped me improve my writing

❤︎  you are my favorite writer of your muse

Trust me, I am still a struggling byelingual who gasps aloud whenever I see quality blogs post replies to me, including you. If it weren’t for my squadron ( @sonxflight, @yetremains, and @bastardsunlight ) and a few others I admire as writers and frequently talk to OOC ( @frozenbreath & @swordsxandxshadows to only name a couple), my writing would have never have been developed to where it is now. Imagine, when I started roleplaying on Tumblr in 2015, I couldn’t even write a para length reply, as my writing was pretty mediocre to the standards I have as of now. I could have never fathomed to construct multi-para replies that delve into internal depth of a character, as I like to do that with my Hanzo/Scorpion. But I really look forward to write with you more and develop our muse(s) wonderful stories and histories <3 

[penniesfortheferryman]

"But... if you are slightly ill and ignore it, won't it... get worse? Shouldn't you start getting ahead of it?" Kharon questions, he wasn't sure how others dealt with sickness. Since he rarely became sick himself, and hanging around sick humans from time to time was not the same since she wasn’t that. 

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 ❛ calm down , if it makes you feel better , he deserved to die . ❜

[yetremains]

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send 😵 for a sickness headcanon

Being the type of enhanced human that Yang is, it takes a damn lot for the woman to fall ill. Most sicknesses or infections do not have a chance to take hold, the immune system and incredibly enhanced physicality fights off the usual culprits. Out right immune towards certain things. However certain kinds of severe poison, rotted food, and so on, can knock Yang on her ass. The draw back of this capability means that other things hit like a truck. Yang's metabolism is higher than normal people, as well as her own natural physical happenings hitting her far harder. Sickness is not common, yet not impossible, and at times has caused Yang to over estimate herself. Landing her bed ridden on occasion.

And it is in those times when it is horrid. Self exhaustion is the worst culprit, as is the over use of her own power.

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           :･ﾟ ⚡┇Visitors come and go to the Sky Temple — most are monks or travelers who seek to offer tribute — yet this time he picks up on an different kind of energy; an aura which Raiden cannot recall if he has felt before or not. And so Raiden chases after it, stoic and calm, following the energies’ path until he comes across a small figure resting near a fountain in one of the smaller courtyards. The feeling he gets then is both soothing and troublesome… both balancing simultaneously at his core. Familiar yet foreign.

            The Thunder God clears his throat in order to attract the young lady’s attention — does not want to startle nor frighten her either — and as she looks at him, he is struck by her eyes and their periwinkle color; most certainly not natural, or at least, unusual. Is this a symptom of magic?

            His brows knit into a mild frown, keeping his distances for now — her aura bleeds and overwhelms him for the time being. She could be a threat — or not. He cannot gauge. ❝You are unlike the others❞, he comments, his voice gentle despite the command in it, ❝— who are you?❞

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The Master rounds on the young woman who stands at the threshold of his TARDIS. 

     “One of three possibilities presents itself,” he declares, lifting a forefinger.  “One, you are incredibly stupid. Two, you’re ignorant of what this little dwelling really is. Three, we know each other.”  

     “Which’ll it be, Missy Mouse?”