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re-di-denari

Welcome back holy shit

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"…And here I thought you came here for a pleasant conversation, Giovanni."

Ghetsis’ words were calm, but a significant amount of fury was packed behind every syllable. But he didn’t intend to go down talking. He reached to Giovanni’s throat and began to squeeze it tightly. He’d recently began to take a liking to strangling those who annoyed him enough. Sadly for many people, there are a lot of people that annoy Ghetsis.

[steelbluecrises]

several people dropped by.

(Steven doesn't say anything. He doesn't usually remember faces unless they have featured prominently in his life. Yet, he still offers them a greeting.)

Good day. I trust that you all have been well.

[3000yearsofshame]

You've stumbled upon others (+4)

re-di-denari started following you

josalynmarie started following you

battlesubway started following you

marikothecure started following you

The plains (if you could call them that) of Route 13 were windy as well as dusty that day, and by the time he had reached Couramine his usual snow white curtains of hair were lightly tinted in the pinks of the red clay dust. Hands reached up to pat at his hair and clothes, trying to shake what he could from his figure before deciding to tromp into town for the afternoon. He went over his 'to do' list in his head: find a place for the night, restock on supplies, get lunch... that wouldn't take long, right?

Well, maybe it wouldn't have if taking a turn didn't threaten to knock someone over with the bag slung over his back.

[disturbedclaustrophilia]

re-di-denari is in your presence

{It's not every day that Silver sees someone that he recognizes. There are certain people that, with repetition and hours of study, he memorizes so he can have a face to a name rather than learning their hair color and style or something they always wore on their person.

Master Pryce seemed to keep Silver away from their Boss as often as he could, leaving Silver behind for debriefings or ordering him not to talk unless spoken to. There had to be a good reason for it so Silver never questioned it, staying a curious distance from Boss Giovanni at any time.

Except for now, with his mask firmly in place and hands shoved deep in to his pockets against the twilight chill of Kanto's weather. He thinks he's far enough away that he's undetected, especially amongst the disgusting press of the crowd on the sidewalks, but he's not entirely sure.}

[youregettingfined]

re-di-denari

spectrumless

saturnius-saturnalia

indie-super-sentai-cyrus

virulent--lament

"You guys all seem kind of similar."

He narrowed his eyes, "But not the good kind of similar."