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[scissa]

[ Revelations ] ||- Nexuspotentia

Far too long. It'd been far too long since Placide had taken the chance to look at his wounds and compare them. Far too long since he had any idea as to what he was at heart. His memories were stripped from him, long ago. He didn't even know how old he really was, having only judged from the size he managed to take on, and the fact that he only slightly recognized Dai. Recently, the snake realized that Bellus may hold the key to uncovering what he was, who he had been, and why he was murdered. Why he was taken out of the picture, only to be brought back into it miraculously. If there was anything the sword knew, even if it was only a little, that would be enough to ease his heart a little. Little did the serpent know, that wouldn't be the case. Instead, he marched up the stairs and into Rhea's room. Though he had meant to let the girl rest from all the crap she had been put through thanks to him and the other's, Placide /knew/ that if he didn't seize the opportunity now, he wouldn't ever get another chance like this again. He /had to know/. If anything, he wanted to know why he deserved it. Had he been villainous? Had he been wrong? Or had he just been the subject of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, involved with the wrong sort. Despite how nervous he was, there was no amount of hesitation registered in his voice as he spoke, calling for Rhea's attention, " Rhea. I need to know where Bellus is. I need to know what he knows about my decapitation. I /have/ to know...he knows something. I know he does. Please, tell me where he is, " Placide demanded, gaze almost faltering slightly as the possibilities continued to multiply, as he slowly came to realize that it might have been the sword himself that had killed him.

[moonsicker]

Say,

       azulrememdium

       nexuspotentia

       trionfale

        can you hear that little bell    coming closer                 and                       C L O S E R - - ? 

      ✁ - - After spending a few days in an isolation cell, he was now back on his favourite couch in the waiting room, body spread out like butter over bread as if it was waiting to be eaten. Perhaps it was-- but aside from any possibly vulgar implications, he found this position to be particularly comfortable.

[junjoo-blog]

nexuspotentia

                                   ⚔; Maybe if he acted like he didn't notice the other then he would be left alone. Choza liked to be alone, where he ignored everyone's presence and did his own thing. The katana ran his hand through his dark locks and sighed softly. He should probably go home.. he didn't have to worry about people or things there. Just lovely peace and quiet.

[clonedgod]

{ ✧ } ⇢ Why were there people in front of his cave's entrance? Muto stared at them with utter annoyance burning in his eyes - none of them hardly fit the bill of looking like Ace trainers. No sight of pokemon or pokeballs to be found either. Obviously they were not qualified to enter the dungeon and thankfully looked as if they were out head-hunting hi. Stepping out from the foliage that had once been concealing him, Muto bought up his voice, "You're not allowed in there. Now leave."

[leterdel-blog]

                                 ” Humans are attracted to looks. “                         ” That’s how natural selection works for them. “                     ” Are you beautiful enough to be loved by humanity? “ 

                      nexuspotentia, crimson-carnage

" What makes us human, what makes us monsters. What makes us who we are? Those are the questions that are asked most frequently by those who bother to think. Personally, I care not one way or another. Everyone is the same as the other, even I am exactly like another, " He responded to his current source of entertainment, which happened to be some adult with a little too much hope for their future. Nothing of interest here, however. Nothing worth taking, nothing worth training--until /something/ bumped into him as the other was boarding their bus.  A sigh left his lips as he turned to regard the pair, eyes gazing at them with little to no interest, " Got something to say? "