#sinbad01

[boulderfortress]

"Hmmm."

The choices of a society where luxury is cheap, is everything wrong , could go wrong with nobles. Well aware at this point of how unhealthy sugar is, the variety of choices and how cheap the drinks are from the vending machine forces him to make a choice. a important choice...

what drink to get from the machine.

Hmmm...@thescrpent

[namanxri-blog]

Florescent purple hair. Guren was sure he was dead now, he only saw colors like that on vampires (and maybe Kimizuki). Oh hell, the Hiragiis too. The few people here looked like circus acts and Guren had to hold his head and sigh. He didn’t intend on dying, but that was a possible side effect from his demon ex-fiancee. She could kill him with little effort, but he thought he had a stronger will then this.

Oh well, better blame Yuu anyway.

“Hey, what’s with the hair? Are you a genie or something?”

@inqerad

[bethawke-blog]

@inqerad

Just when she thinks she’s getting the hang of this city, they have to go and pull this shit. Bethany doesn’t know all the machinations at work, but she knows enough to reason that this is the scientists again. But if they think she’s going to just lock herself in her hut and wait it out like a meek lab rat, she’s happy to prove the ever-present watchers wrong.

She’s thrown herself headfirst into the thick of it; either she’s helping at Ceasefire or taking to the streets to round up wounded citizens and get them to safety. It’s how she’s ended up in the shit just now; Bethany is looming protectively over a small group of injured civilians she’d been in the middle of tending to when a a handful of NPC combatants headed their way.

With only three fireballs before she has to resort to using her staff as a melee weapon, Bethany isn’t fond of her current odds. She doesn’t yield, however; instead, she catches sight of a man who instincts tell her is good in a fight. “Hey!” she yells across the street. 

“Can you help with those idiots? I need to finish this man’s stitches before I can move these civilians.”

[rootedinvengeance-blog]

@inqerad

—-[♕] He feels only cold apprehension as a swirl of violet and white approaches. He has spoken to Sinbad once or twice since arriving, though a certain feeling in his chest tells him that the man should be avoided for now. Will King Sinbad hold Hakuryuu to the debt accumulated in another realm? 

No, it’s not mere apprehension, he corrects himself. It’s regret. He sees the man’s broad smile, the same smile which greeted him after Kouen’s alleged execution. Its outward warmth, perhaps, belies a certain venom.

So, the King shall receive a frigid welcome in return.

“Ah... King Sinbad... I was just heading home.”

A light sigh punctuates his words.

“Is there something you need from me?” [♕]----

[saezuris-blog]

|| @inqerad ||

The bustling streets of sector one were always a nostalgic place, so much happened on Kenji’s first day in Hive city. Things hadn’t change much, aside from the season. Had he been here for that long? It somehow seemed like it had been far less time since he was thrown into this giant social experiment. The banchou felt like being social after this realization and he was in the right place for it as well. Checking his surroundings, he picked an individual who seemed approachable by sheer chance and made his way over towards him.

     Hopefully his judgements hadn’t been off.

         “Excuse me, may my humble self ask you a somewhat silly question?”

[sorelais]

inqerad

[ Σ ]—— “Fate can be a great factor in our lives, but do you think it could be bent to our favor at any moment to gain achievements, or do you often rely on luck without making much effort?”