#inprudentia

[amaranthrpg-blog1]

On prior albeit expired reserve, here is Elliot ready for action. App can be found under /application

Welcome to Amaranth, Elliot!

Your welcome bag contains your Telepiece, a key coupon for Spiral’s End housing, and a knight’s armour made from papier-mâché. Cool! You’ll be paired with Alyssa Jones.

Have fun with your eternity!

Also, please check out our little after joining page for tips after acceptance.

☀Cinnamon

[amaranthrpg-blog1]

I would also like to rereserve Haruka Kokonose from Kagerou project, the date is the 3rd of April and my personal is @castlecfsand

“Also” I say and then respond to this one first, good going. Haruka Kokonose has been rereserved until 4/10, please have him in by then! I’m not sure what my mod symbol were but I think it was:

☀Cinnamon

[dcllstrings-blog]

“I’m longing for a brighter future.”

“Me too, yanno...”

A wistful, sad-looking smile, appeared on the idol’s face; Mika taking a seat by the young lord, idly scuffing his feet together.

“I wanna be able to wake up some mornin’ and find out that the doors are open and we’re all free...that we’re not gonna be hurt anymore. Or that this was all one big collective nightmare, yanno? And that when we all wake up, it’ll be the normal hotel we all checked into.. But even b’yond that...I wanna finally stand on stage with Oshi-san, be at the top again...even if it’s just for a few minutes, I wanna see him smile like he used ta...”

He laughed bitterly, shaking his head. What had he of those dreams coming true? Did he even deserve to have these hopes after what he did? Sniffling a little, Mika turned to the other boy.

“What about you, Nii-san? What are ya lookin’ forward ta...?”

[amaranthrpg-blog1]

Hello. I haven't apped a character for a day and that needs to change. Reserving Touji Hisami (Twelve) from Zankyou no Terror. My personal is @ryuseiyellows and the date is the 7th of november

It’s not an app, but a reserve is close enough I guess. Twelve has been reserved for you!

❄ Mint

[corvuus]

ℂ  They All Have Secrets

                                                         @inprudentia

 — The masquerade’s attendees were just as unique and plentiful as the members of the Inquisition in its later days. Some seemed glued to the food and drink, others mingled, and others still chose to skirt about the edge of the room, looking as uncomfortable as they could in the process. Morrigan wouldn’t lie and say the former had been her one day, because that was never the case. She was raised in a small hut in the middle of a swamp, and despite having talents that made her a target, she never was one to hide. What great shame could there be that one could not even approach their peers?

    Her head canted slightly as she gave the wine in her glass a gentle swirl. She had no intentions to drink in this unfamiliar place, but it would do to help her blend in. “Curious, is it not? For such a secluded location, this hotel has attracted a great many guests. One would think that with this many people, there is bound to be the potential for each of us to make a new acquaintance. And yet, some choose to hide away. No doubt more still are locked up in their rooms, playing damsels and dames in social distress.” 

[nechangejamais-blog]

nettoyage | closed for inprudentia

@inprudentia

It wasn’t that surprising that Leo had never been to an onsen before, but he knew enough about them to understand the general etiquette that was required to attend one. He knew that from books, of course, not practical experience, but it was enough.

Which was why he had decided to invite his master along to one he had discovered tucked away at the foot of a mountain nearby. He had figured that the relaxing warm water of an onsen would do wonders for Elliot’s headaches and nightmares, or at least calm down that hot head of his. He hadn’t said that to his face, of course - he valued his life - but he wondered if the mere invitation had implied it. Still, Elliot had agreed, one way or another.

And so, the day arrived. They had travelled to the onsen inn and left their bags in their room; an overnight stay was a must, he had read, and assured Elliot so. All that was left to do was experience the hot spring itself.

Fortunately it was only the two of them in the spring. It was probably not the time of year that people usually visited, and the place was quite hidden, so it made sense. Leo didn’t care about people seeing him in just a towel, but he did like privacy where he could take it.

                 “Are you ready, Elliot? This is going to be nice. No water fights, okay?”

Again there was that patronising tone he often took on just to piss Elliot off as he addressed the other boy, a towel round his waist as he waited at the door of the changing room.