#erikararara

[dawnblxde]

@erikararara - greeter

“You alright there? Can I help you?” The King asked kindly towards the other who had approached in this location he had found himself in. Quite the city. 

[theorphanalchemist]

Wares for Sale

@erikararara What a beautiful day. A perfect day for an outdoor market. A Saturday too, so most everyone was out and about shopping for the week. Many set up had hopes of making enough to buy something new. Cass just hoped for enough to pay for a meal. The girl had set out a little blanket with statues she had made on it next to a black haired girl selling jewelry. With how easily the girl spoke to people, Cass remained a bit overshadowed, staying quiet. Her basket beside her. Eventually she got the courage to quietly hide behind a van and use her alchemy, turning rubble into about a seven inch tall statue of the girl next to her. Returning, she waved to get her attention, holding it out. "I-I made t-this for you. Miss."

[abandonedrage-blog]

Red and Blue

@erikararara

“What do you think of the color purple? First thing that pops in your head!” Erika jumped out of nowhere.

Shizuo looked around. There was literally nowhere she could have been hiding, but he hadn’t seen her coming. Maybe she had been following him?

“Purple? Would you believe that’s a color I don’t really like? I guess I shouldn’t have anything against it, but it reminds me of... losing my temper. Seeing red behind blue shades, you know.” Shizuo said.

Realizing that he had just said a lot more than he’d have liked he blinked at Erika. She had startled him, and he just said what came to mind. “Uh, what do you think about purple?”

[scriptent]

@erikararara has joined this tragic tale.

    He’s been aware that a pair of eyes has been following his figure for quite some time. Konoha, or what was Konoha, had an interesting appearance. Certainly different from Kenjirou’s, but his choices in fashion wasn’t an issue. 

    Or at least it shouldn’t have been. 

    He’s got time to kill, but the last thing he wanted was involvement of a third party. Surely, if the timeline were to reset as it always does, he could get away with taking yet another life -- but it was such a pain for him think about how this would come into play later. Humans were annoying in that sense.

    Time to put this to rest.

    He turned in the direction of where he felt the eyes peering from (and he knows he’s not wrong), one hand curling into a fist while the other was gently placed over the fabric where the gun was stored. Should things turn in a direction he didn’t like, it was better to be prepared.

    “Is there something you want?”

[cadcnce-archived]

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He’s choking on his coke again. And it’s another minute or so before he can collect himself. Part of this collecting involves taking another (fucking) sip (babes) just so he can spray that out on the pavement too. This whole time Erika is locked on him with rapt attention. Not a wink of concern (he’s fine who cares) but an entirety of anticipation. A wheeze for breath, a wipe of his mouth, and then he jabs a finger into the center of her chest.

“About a dozen shots of vodka.”

[hopesque-blog]

{           Hi! Wow, it feels good to be back (if not a little strange). It’s really been a long time. It might take me a while to get up and running again, so feel free to check out my in-progress Seiji/Saki fic that I started for DRRR!! Rare-Pair month ages ago.

Now, to business. The following people appear to be active roleplayers that I have drafts for! Many of them are months, if not a year old. I’ll try to get in touch with you all individually to see if you’re interested in continuing them, planning something new, or dropping our interactions completely for now. I also may have dangling threads that somehow escaped my notice, so if you are not on this list but should be, please let me know!           }

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I AM OPEN for threads, asks, and requests as I revamp my blog. Thank you all in advance for your patience, and I look forward to interacting with you. 

[montaofthedollars]

from x

“I found him!” Erika turned, shouting to the two men trailing behind her.

“Eh, Dota-chin walks too fast. You totally left us in the dust!” He wasn’t trying to escape, was he?

”What?” He turned back to look at the others “Sorry, didn’t realize...- Didn’t mean to bounce on you all.” When were they even with him?

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{{ @erikararara }} - continued from X

“...that’s...so...awesome!” Rex exclaimed, his brown eyes wide as he watched the mysterious shadow disappear into the heavens above. He moved his hands about energetically, his mouth nonstop as he not-so-quietly gathered his bearings.

“It has to be a ghost, or some...weird alien! I mean, it’s definitely not an EVO...or, maybe it is.” He gasped. “A ghost EVO! That would be so cool! Like, two monsters rolled in one!”

Realizing now that his temporary companion had said something else in regards to the appearance, he immediately switched gears. “You think it’s a villain?”

He considered this.

“...hmm...maybe it’s a neutral person who has to do a disgusting job? Ooh, or maybe it’s a ghost that doesn’t want to scare people, but has to! The possibilities are endless!”

With that being said, Rex gave a knowing smile, sliding his goggles down so that they covered his brown eyes. “We should go after it.” he suddenly said, practically hopping up and down. “I gotta stretch my wings, anyway.”

With that being said, the sound of clunky metal emanated from his backside as two elongated, copper panels stretched outwards. The circular ends of each revealed a propeller, suggesting a contraption of flight; however, there was no indication of a separate pack. The odd machine seemed to have spontaneously grown from the young man’s back, as if he himself was nothing more than a plane waiting for lift off.

“Let’s boogie.”