“God, we stink.”
training/sparring starters | accepting
ya nuo laughs for a brief moment. “ but i think it’s a LOVELY smell, miku. how ELSE are we to prove we literally worked up a sweat? ”

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“God, we stink.”
training/sparring starters | accepting
ya nuo laughs for a brief moment. “ but i think it’s a LOVELY smell, miku. how ELSE are we to prove we literally worked up a sweat? ”
❝ it’s too dangerous, i can’t get you involved. ❞
FFVII | accepting
ya nuo huffs angrily, before they snap, “ I CAN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF! i’m not helpless. ”
Perhaps it was fated that the young girl found herself wondering far away from havens grounds. She had been sent on another tedious trip by her headmaster. Under claims of checking in with the facility workers he had sent away. Sylph sighs in annoyance. Why couldn’t he send her to fight Grimm, the reason why she came to the school in the first place. Footsteps come to a halt as her ears ring with what sounded like a scream. ((Hhiiiiiii bby!!!!))
ya nuo screams once, praying for anybody to hear. they were stuck--&& it sounded pathetic, but being caught up in the works of a half-abandoned building, with a floor crumpling beneath would often leave them wondering why on earth they had decided to climb up in the first place. ( because they couldn’t see how decrepit the building was. )
something’s down there, though; ya nuo can feel it, with every fibre of their being. something is lurking, && THEY’RE DEFENSELESS AGAINST IT.
❝ you want help ? fine. ❞
american gods | accepting
ya nuo’s impaled on their own weapon. HOW ONE IS IMPALED ON A STAFF implies much force to be behind the weapon. ya nuo wasn’t aware they were begging for help. but as they feel the dragon staff’s sections pulled out of them, they begin to scream.
“ STOP, STOP, OH GOD, STOP, IT HURTS--!! ”
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