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9 yrs ago
Current Getting a new computer to replace my laptop! I'm so stoked somebody might mistake me for the burning pits of hell!
9 yrs ago
Laryngitis and double ear infections. Today's going to be a great day.
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9 yrs ago
I typically listen to metal, classical or rock, but here I have found myself listening to a song called "drop pop candy" on repeat for about an hour. I've changed and I don't know if I like it.
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Ramera swept her gaze back and forth, but any dust had long settled. She noted that there were a few more wandering dead as she drew further from Paradise, but that wasn't all that unusual. She slowed as she became satisfied with the fact that nothing had tailed the caravan, tilting her wings to the left as she brought forth a white shining ball in her palm, throwing it straight down beneath her, signalling a lack of any activity. Her eyes caught a mixture of coloured flares that had shot up across Paradise in the distance. Her mind brought forth their meanings all at once. An intruder, and a friendly returning to Paradise. She couldn't tell if any other flares had been shot up, and her judgement may have been wrong, reading the colours from dissipated smoke at this distance couldn't always be one hundred percent accurate all the time, even for her. She brought her wings together above her head, and with a renewed strength began pushing flying quickly back to Paradise.

As she neared Paradise she noticed a figure in the distance, making its way to the far side of the wall. One of the dead perhaps? She drew herself higher as she prepared for a dive to end the shambler's life. It wasn't until she'd begun diving towards the creature that she heard a voice yelling from down below, "HELLO UP THERE!" her mind pieced things together not a moment too soon as she directed herself down into the red sand below, and with surprising subtlety she stuck the landing. She looked up at the boy as he conversed with a guard who'd popped his head over the edge. "I'll take him to the Gatekeeper," she called up to the guard, approaching the boy.
I'll get a post up tomorrow, I've got mid terms tomorrow. :/
Sorry about that, my internet went down over the weekend and I didn't catch up reading. (I know, I'm terrible, but I still assume I can't really get Ramera interacting with others because she's kinda the only harpie)

I'm thinking of making a new character, perhaps an antagonistic figure (Prehaps some prodige of Cypher?) since Exit seems to be gone. Someone who interacts more with others and stirs the pot'd be nice. (Even though Cynthia seems to be doing a pretty good job)

I'll get some type of post up in two or three days even if it's just boring filler nonsense with Ramera looking at the ground below her.
Sorry that I've been so quiet. I sent Ramera off to do whatever, and now I'm kinda just waiting for more time to pass IC before bringing her back in. I just don't want you to think I've died.
Edit: Ignore this.
@13Nightingale

Yeah, I was trying to make a playful jab at ya for the fact that the image expired.
@13Nightingale Caden has the coolest text, it puts the headers to shame. xD
Ramera Whiting


Ramera stood atop the wall, resting her wings after having made the flight out to confirm the members of the caravan. Her role as Paradise's eyes has certainly lost its value with the soldiers on constant watch, but there were many things she could do that out-paced them in the line of reconnaissance. She stretched her left wing out, hearing the click of metal against metal as the wind raked through her metallic feathers as she stared out into the red waste. So much had changed in Paradise, but this view never changed. The orange, scorched, cracked ground never changed. But, she had felt the burden of change, albeit less so than many of the people in the walls of Paradise. People had lost their ability to trust after the 3 day war, and who could rightfully blame them?

The dead had at least thinned out over the years. At one time the landscape was dotted with them, but these days the only threat on people's minds were other people invading Paradise. The "judging town" stood as a monument to what happens when you trust outsiders. Somebody was bound to snap with the traders entering and exiting our walls, even if they held strong ties with the Mother of Paradise. This city had once held an air of safety, but now whenever she frequented the city's streets it always felt like there was a thick air of suspicion. None of it was directed at her at least, being one of the more recognizable people held its own perks she guessed. Although, she had had a few comments about her looking like a half-dead, but she'd assumed they were mostly light-hearted.

She changed wings, feeling the wind pull on her feathers, ruffling them as the breeze arched over the wall. The wing felt alien, even after having dealt with it for the past four or so years, having a wing that didn't consist of metal still felt strange. A time ago she'd wished for something of the like for its beauty, but now it felt more like a weakness she had to constantly compensate for. Metal wings were far more conventional in a world where nothing cared for the notion of beauty. However, a mutation was better than what had occurred to Clo, and Anora... Clo was now in some far off place. Her brow twitched as she tried to shove the thought of her sisters out of her mind before taking to the skies again, deciding to check the caravan's path to make sure nothing had been attracted to the sight of their dust cloud.
Well, good thing you said that, cause I was about to have her patrolling the high tops.
@VioletRose I'm going to assume the high tops are part of the wall?
Sorry, it's a word I don't hear often, and googling it just results in shoes.
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