#stadiodivino

[amaranthrpg-blog1]

apping claire stanfield from baccano! without a reserve. app can be found under app in the sidebar. i am very sorry.

Welcome to Amaranth, Claire!

Your welcome bag contains your Telepiece, a key coupon for Spiral’s End housing, and a newspaper dated November 1930. How strange! For now, we’ll temporarily pair you up with a model train set.

Have fun with your eternity!

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⛛ Sassafras

[hysinh]

stadiodivino || #KNYbtgala

       { ♕ }– “I’m sure Miss Yasaka will be pleased to know her calligraphy is selling so well,” Espresso said to a worker who was crossing out the price on one the artist’s paintings. She turned to face the guests once more, and looked through the crowd.   

      Her smile soon changed once she recognized a face. “...Who let him in?” She mumbled to herself as she straightened her posture. She simply let out a sigh as she looked for a place to hide herself. He was not here for her--right? Surely he was not seeking revenge after what had happened. Well, at least he wasn’t so cruel to do it in public like this.

      Espresso knew to pick her victims carefully--what she was not aware of was that she was his victim. It was surprising to be on the other end of things. Even though he had “let her go,” if she could really call it that, it took her months to heal. It was horrifying to step outside and be afraid of just one man coming back to finish the job. She didn’t want him to do that now.

      The noble began to walk away, but his voice chimed and called out her name. She closed her eyes and thought, Perhaps I should create a “do not allow” list next time.

      Once the male came to her, she let out a weak smile. “Mr. Stanfield,” she began, “what a pleasant surprise. What brings you here? As you are aware the event is open to the public...but I did not expect your presence at all. I figured you were busy.”

[enforcervi]

stadiodivino

❝RAAH!❞ Vi popped out from under the pile of Wilder Foxes and started charging at them, throwing punches and slamming some against the rocks. She panted heavily, feeling her stamina running low. She charged at them once more, beating them into the ground and soon finishing them off.

She reported back to town, finishing up her quest before walking back to the Holly Inn, though she decided to take a break. She sat down at the street’s bench and groaned. She pulled her gauntlets off, setting them on the ground, between her legs so no one can steal it and she looked at her arm.

❝Shit.. those damn foxes have a mean bite... gonna have ta take care of this.❞