Altered Tundra

CLOSED.

Time: Lunch Period
Location: Beverly Hills High School (Main Hallway & Principal's Office)
Interacting with:Each Other [@Dirty Pretty Little Lies], @SgtEasy

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Like Audrey Huntsberg had done a few minutes before unbeknownst to her, Sierra's head snapped in the direction of the unknown newcomer. She'd seen the blonde girl around before, but seeing as they didn't run in the same social circle, Sierra pretty much ignored her entire existance like she usually did with the high's school's 'it crowd'. Apparently, that had been the wrong thing to do. Maybe keeping light tabs on her 'VIP' classmates would've helped her in this situation.

"Vi, not a good time." Alexandros stressed to Viola that it really wasn't.

"Oh, where was that when I was trying to leave your ginormous house this morning? You were practically begging me to stay for another round." Viola said, rolling her eyes.

Sierra raised her eyebrows in a silent question at Alexandros, but what Joo did next stunned her even more than the fact that Mossos was acting all possesive with her even though they'd only been together the one time and after he'd clearly spent the past night having his fun with this chick standing a few steps away from her.

"Vi?!" Joo pushed Alex out of the way to see his other best friend. This was becoming too much. The situation was already tense and then Viola had to walk into it. He smiled anyways and gave her a deep hug. He would usually greet with a kiss but seeing that both his crushes were in the same room, he had to back off.

'My crushes?! I need to see a doctor.' He sighed inwardly. The shirtlessness was getting to him. It still didn't stop him from sporting a light blush as he looked between the two of them.

"Aww, Joo-Bear, are you alright? You don't look well." Viola said, a concerned tone in her voice for Joo.

"Joo-bear?! And just who the fuck do you think you are, bitch?!" Sierra spat at the girl, blinded by her anger. Confronting Sierra in her usual mood was usally bound to be trouble to anyone who was unused to her personality, but to confront her when she was angry was nearly lethal. One of her flaws had always been to fly off the handle without thinking stuff through at the smallest of things, and it had led her to countless trouble throughout the years.

"Careful now, you don't want to upset Joo-Bear." Viola smiled, "but out of courtesy to Joo here, I'm Viola Banks. And you arrre.. Viola left the floor open for her.

"I don't give a flying fuck about who I do or do not upset. And I could care less about your goddamn name, nor should you care about mine!"

"I apologize, then. I'm still getting used to American customs. I did not know it was the norm to spew obscenities at people you've barely met."

"STOP, BOTH OF YOU!."

"Joo-bear?"

"Call him Joo-bear one more time and I swear I'll give you a deeper introduction to our American customs" Sierra answered without a second to spare, her hands balled into fists. Her sight was already clouded with a red tint, and if that Viola chick made just another teeny tiny comment...

"Again, I apologize. I would call him his other nickname, but I do believe it's not suitable for a place such as school."

Sierra had just raised her fist to smash Viola's face's into her skull when Joo stepped into the punch, taking it right into the face. He had taken punches before, having been beaten up as a kid. There was a quick flash of pain as his face slung back, blood spewing out of his nose. He grunted slightly before rebounding back, crimson liquid poured down his lips. He calmly placed a hand on each girls collar bone and pushed them away, hinting at Alex to back away. He looked at both girl's with disapproving looks. "Now, repeat what I just said before you two started getting into another verbal argument. And no bitching!"

"You know I can't say no to you, Joo-Bear" Viola said, agreeing to do whatever it was that she was doing.

Sierra had watched in horror as Joo had stepped in and taken the punch meant for Viola. Blood was now coming out of his nose, but he seemed completely oblivious to it as he pushed her away from Viola, looked at both of them with disapproving looks and lectured them. If Sierra had been mad before, it was nowhere near as how she felt now. Joo had taken a punch meant for another girl; defending her like she was the friend that had been with him since the moment he'd transferred into Beverly Hills High School. Seriously?!

Sierra violently shook Joo's arm from her collarbone, furious at her so-called friend. "Fuck you, Joo. You just go ahead and stay with this cunt while I bow out before I fucking murder somebody. And you know I'm capable of it." She had just turned her back on the scene when she heard the blonde say:

"I hope you have a good day," Viola said, smiling gently at the brunette.

That was it. Sierra turned around and lounged at Viola, acting every bit as crazy as one could get. She was tired of how she was talking to her man -both her men, for that matter-, tired of how shitty this day was turning out to be, tired of having been denied sex from both Joo and her stepfather before him, tired of how her mother always scolded her for not being like her older sister... All of her frustrations were put into beating up the blonde woman in front of her. She had only gotten as far as to pin her to the ground with her body and start to throw the first punch when Sierra was firmly pulled away from Viola.

[color=sienna]"That's enough, Miss Jameson! Come with me to the Principal's office."[/i] said a voice Sierra instantly recognized. She turned her head to find her own stepfather effortlessly dragging her away from the scene she'd been causing and into the principal's office. He closed the door behind him and gave Sierra a disapproving look. "Sierra, what the hell were you doing back there?" he demanded, making sure that the office was empty like he thought it would be. Seeing as Sierra was just sitting in her chair as if made of stone and he knew he wouldn't be getting a word out of her, Shawn continued. "Do you know that you could get assault charges pressed on you if that girl decides to? You have to stop pulling these kinds of stunts before you get yourself into some serious trouble, Si. You're lucky I was the one who found you instead of any other staff member, or worse: Mr. Anderson. What do you think happens now, hmmm?"

Sierra, whole body trembling with pent-up anger, turned to her stepfather with a dead look in her usually bright green eyes. "Shawn, take me home right now. I'm a danger to society right now, and you know it."

Shawn knew his stepdaughter was never one to back away from any situation, but she seemed so fragile and unstable at the moment that although he would've normally asked her to stay in school for the rest of the day, he simply took a deep breath, guided her outside of the school using the back door in Principal Anderson's office and drove her to the house they shared. Once there, Sierra walked up the steps and into her room, made sure to close and lock the door behind her, nuzzled herself between her warm, cozy bedsheets and closed her eyes. Sleep was always the best solution to even the worst of problems.

Joo was speechless. His mind was blank, as if his emotions were all vacuumed up. This wasn't supposed to happen. None of this. He wasn't supposed to piss off his bestest friend. They were besties. Friends till the end. Fuckin' till they were droppin'. He was supposed to shrug this off as a "Sierra thing", like she was going to ignore it all and come back to hanging out. He had a feeling that wasn't going to happen. Blankness turned into anger. Contained rage, fists tight and expression blank. He shrugged the shirt he was given off of his shoulders and walked past the pair left with him with a small, almost silent good bye to Viola. He bundled it up and placed it in her locker, the combination being a number he knew very well. He dropped his two earrings into the shirt pocket and walked off to wherever his legs took him.

These earrings were supposed to be gifts for Sierra. He always gave her gifts at the start of the year, a mark of another year of a fantastic relationship. Engraved into the golden earrings were two words, one in his handwriting and one in hers. It read;
"LOVE YOU"

CLOSED.

Roll call, is everybody still here?

@Aewin

Yeah, I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. <3

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

Like it had been to the destruction site, the way from it was the same thing: Sahagins attacking, Emiri taking the wheel, and Lorenzo and Jaakuna effortlessly dealing with them. It was like they were drawn to them. Or maybe it was Lorenzo’s boat. Regardless, when the Sahagins were dealt with, Lorenzo took hold back of the boat and Emiri went back to her seat and Jaakuna took his seat in the passenger’s side, Lorenzo had taken the wheel back, driving them full-speed ahead back to his garage, parking the boat where it had been before.

“I fucking swear, those Sahagins have it out for us.” Jaakuna complained. Even several minutes after they had done away with them, it still bothered Jaakuna up the yin-yang. Was it because they were the only ones on the water? Jaakuna didn’t know, but at this point, he was just glad to be on solid, unaffected-by-crazy-miss-big-tits ground. As Jaakuna would get up, helping Emiri onto the dock of the garage, he turned, and saw a familiar sight. “Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” Jaakuna commented, seeing Nadeline standing at the doorway of Lorenzo’s Garage. She definitely had better days. Then again, so did Jaakuna. Signs of fatigue were definitely present in his face and the way he slouched slightly.

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

They listened and listened to what Shion had to say. About how the Gran Kiltias dreamt of Ivalice’s demise, about how the only way to perhaps crippling Zodiark was to kill Emiri - or as most called her, The Scion of Time. About how every single Esper has been claimed, and that, with Ultima being the last one, Zodiark now was able to roam free on Ivalice’s soil, on her seas, on her cities. The worst fear that everyone who truly knew the real threat was now starting to become a reality. Nothing but the power of the Espers and their Chosen Ones could do stop him. Yet still…

“Then, fight with us, Shion.” Wesley said, similarly echoing Nadeline. Truly, a desperate plea, but it was the only thing that made sense. Savayna looked at Wesley the same way that Grant looked at Nadeline. Both raised their eyebrows and both wondered if Wesley and Nadeline had lost their marbles.

Alas, however, Shion declined both similar offers, citing that there was something else she must do. She left them with a very cryptic riddle, which had Savayna scratching her head while Wesley was trying to figure out what that meant. It must have meant something important, but in his state, Wesley was in no position to try to figure it out. He would see Shion give him a nod. Perhaps that was an acknowledgement of his power. He gave her a nod back. From their battle, Wesley could definitely say that Shion deserved all of the respect that he could muster up. For someone at her strength level to come from a place such as Nabudis truly was deserving of any respect.

“I agree. We should rejoin with Jaakuna and Emiri.” Wesley said, “I’m sure there are many things we need to tell them as they do for us.” Wesley was only making an educated guess at this point.

“Then, let’s go!” Savayna excitingly said.

And so, with a chuckle from Wesley, and a take-charge attitude from Savayna, the group was off to Stigma. A journey back , traversing the Forbidden City of Giruvegan back to the Feywood. The journey would definitely take a bit longer than it did to get there since Wesley was nearly at unconsciousness and Grant was less than one-hundred percent, but eventually they would get out of The Great Crystal, out of Ultima’s home, and into the Forgotten City of Giruvegan, into the ruins that she has within the many amounts of mist that cover her. They would traverse back through that city, fighting only when necessary, but fleeing for the most part. Using Way Stones when it called for, and going down that long entrance way back into the Feywood.

Once in The Wood, they went through its tricky mirages. Monsters that came at them, though proved to be slightly challenging, even with Wesley and Grant in their states, the mantis-like creatures, and Bohemoths proved to be nothing more than child’s play compared to the likes of Shion and Ultima. And so, they would do away with these beasts, striking them down as they came, but not wasting more time than what was absolutely necessary. They would slay them, and move on, taking the quickest route possible.

Eventually, after a little over an hour of going through all of those hoops and hurdles, they eventually arrived where the Ifrit waited for them. Once beamed up by Iris(she scanned their body temperatures), they wasted no time. Ordering her go at top speed and to make the destination Stigma, she would with great efficiency. And thus the Ifrit was sent forth through the skies of Ivalice.

As she went forth, Wesley and Grant, under the heavy demanding of their respective female mate, were sent to the medic bay where their wounds would be treated for, and where they may rest up. For, when the Ifrit arrived at Stigma, it would be a little less than a half of an hour. Not enough for Wesley to regain all of his strength, but surely enough to maintain a decent walking speed. Yes, that was definitely enough time for them to do that. And, as if time itself had went by fast, the Ifrit made dock at the Stigma Aerodome where Iris would announce the arrival. Gearing up, Wesley and Savayna were ready, as were Grant and Nadeline(assumingly). Only the make of haste would be required as they would enter the transporter, and would touch ground on Stigma’s solemn grounds.

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

Wesley was confident. Each strike he would throw, in his mind, was pitch perfect. His form was where it should be. He was in control in not only his power, but how it was distributed in each strike. Everything was seemingly going his way. There was no reason for Wesley to think that it would backfire. There was no reason for him to think that Shion, even despite her obvious experience over him, would be able to at least walk away from this without so much as a single scratch.

And yet, as Wesley watched her movements, something was off.

She simply side-stepped him. “How could you--” Before Wesley could finish that sentence, he saw that familiar gathering of magick. It was the same lightning spell that Shion had used before. This time, as he looked at her hands, it was being charged past the limit of its maximum. Thanks to the roaring Mist in the surrounding area, it would appear stronger. Wesley knew he was in trouble. He knew that the amount of lightning magick put into that spell would only mean death for him. Wesley was preparing for the worst.

As it would hit, Wesley felt some surge of electricity, but he was still conscious, his own magickal power staying, though it did lessen a bit. He was confused. It wasn’t until Wesley’s eyes had fell upon his right, and he saw Nadeline. Her rapier and Grant’s Gunblade in hand. What was happening? That was Wesley’s first thought. It took him a minute to realize that Nadeline had cast Shell on him. What he would see next simply had Wesley frozen in place.

Nadeline was going after Shion with all that she could muster up. With both weapons in hand, one in reverse grip and the other in normal grip, she was going after Shion with every intent. What was her angle? Was she doing this for her pride? Or was it for Wesley? Whichever the case, Wesley knew that, without a shadow of a doubt, something had awoken in Nadeline. He saw that strength that he, as well as Grant and Savayna, even Ultima and Shion herself, had been saying all along. Nadeline Lenore Roselia was strong, and she proved that today, as Wesley’s - as well as Savayna’s - jaw dropped when a bullet that was fired had grazed Shion’s cheek.

“She did it..” Wesley said, panting. He was about to fall down, but Hashmaal, despite his size, had zipped through the air and caught Wesley. The Dalmascan prince looked over at Hashmaal. “I guess the plan worked huh?”

“You truly are a lot more like that Archadian Hume than you care to admit.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Wesley said.

“To think that your entire idea was to push yourself past the limits you knew you had and have me go over to your Hume friends just so that the Rozarrian Hume could be motivated just enough to believe in her own strength.”

“That’s not what I--”

“Of course it wasn’t.” Hashmaal and Wesley chuckled as they would walk over to the others. “Could you take him? My time in this realm seems to be up.” Hashmaal had asked, approaching Savayna.

“Oh, sure. See ya.” Savayna said, taking Wesley as she took his arm to set him on the ground as she would Hashmaal would dissolve into brown, red, and white mist, going back to the Esper realm, no less. Savayna looked at Wesley, who was conscious but obviously exhausted. “You sure know how to surprise us, don’t you? Regardless, good job Wes.” Savayna said, grinning at him.

Wesley would simply nod at her as he would notice that Shion was talking. He heard her, but wanted hear better. “Hey, take me closer, will ya?” Wesley asked breathily.

“Sure,” Savayna said, taking Wesley’s arm, and pulling him up as they would walk closer to where Grant, Nadeline, and Shion were at.

As Shion would speak, she seemed a bit surprised that Nadeline was able to do what she did. Wesley, after he had time to take it in, wasn’t either. She just needed something to make her believe that she had the strength. It was risky, sure, but at the end of the day, Nadeline was able to finally realize that she was strong all on her own, and that she could do it. She would even comment on Wesley’s own strength and Savaynas and Grants.

“Look at that, I helped after all!”

Yes, by cheering.

“Oh fuck you.”

Wesley heard Savayna. “Huh?” he looked at her, confused.

“Forget it,” she brushed Wesley’s question and looked to Shion as she continued talking.

When she went on about the Espers, both Wesley and Savayna looked at each other and then back to Shion.

“The espers grant us power? What sort of trickery is this?” Savayna said to Shion.

“I see, so that is what happened.” Wesley seemed like he understood what that truly meant. Perhaps he wasn’t there yet, but if today proved anything, he would soon find out what sort of gifts that Hashmaal truly had to give to him.

As Shion finished, Wesley took notice to her hand. Obviously that was Ultima granting Shion her power. Wesley had to admit his surprise. Having only gotten Ultima, Shion had to have been a truly great warrior in both experience and raw power if she was able to get Ultima’s power that soon after becoming her vessel. “Shion, what you proposed happened. Though not by my hands alone, a scratch is on your face. Now it is your turn. Give what is rightfully Nadeline’s Give her the High Seraph.” Wesley demanded of Shion.

Reading Others' 1×1s

It's not that I don't want to read others 1x1 threads because I'm sure they're really good, but as a popular meme says:

Ain't no one got time for that shit.

So, bottom line? I would love to, but I have my own life outside of RPG, and the time I spend on here will be dedicated to my own rps. But hey! It's cool to those that do read other people's 1x1s. And anyone happens to read mine, then let me know. :3

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

“That is why I asked, you crazy, big-titted bitch.” Jaakuna annoying said.

It wasn’t that Jaakuna really wanted know. Like, he did obviously, but if what Belias said was true about the Chosen Few being those who have Espers, then Jaakuna was deeply worried that Lola was to be considered one of those few who have been chosen by the Espers. Obviously Wesley, Grant, Savayna, and Emiri were among the few of these Chosen Few. There was also Aloa and Vlyn, if Jaakuna’s memory serves him correctly. But the others? Jaakuna had no clue. Or at least, not in his recent memory.

As he still pondered on who they could be, Jaakuna saw that Lorenzo was making quick work of Lola. He sent her flying off to Esper-knows where, and that left an opening for the group to get the hell out of dodge. Lorenzo nabbed the Midnight Shard back, and Jaakuna agreed that they did indeed need to get back. If not to create distance between them and Looney Lola there, but to possibly report the findings that they had.

“Yeah, let’s get away from here. I’m even starting to get a migraine from all of this Mist, but mainly from the ninja hooker over there.” JAakuna sighed, holding his head somewhat, leading Emiri up to her feet, and just heading back to the boat.

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As Grant and Nadeline exchanged some words, with Grant’s comically sarcasm working its way where complaints of pain should be. Well, at least he wasn’t being like Jaakuna always was and complained his ass off. Besides, Savayna had to admit that his sarcasm was a turn on. It showed that, even in the face of danger, even if a shallow shoulder wound, his dry sense of sarcasm stayed intact. That surprised Savayna, but then again Grant had always been a tough-as-nails cookie, so maybe she shouldn’t have been.

Just as Savayna was looking over at Wesley getting the floor handed to him, Savayna heard Nadeline’s comment about her mini-speech. “Me? Enjoy belitting you? Why I would never enjoy something like that.”

Yes you would, chimed Mateus, siding with Nadeline.

“Oh hush will you.” Savayna retorted back to Mateus.

No doubt that Savayna was getting looks from Grant and Nadeline. She didn’t care. Grant would know the struggles of having an Esper sometimes. It’s incredibly annoying when they chime into conversations that didn’t include them. Still, as much of a pain that Mateus was, Savayna had to admit that he came in handy when it really mattered. Then, on the other hand, sometimes she really wished he’d shut the fuck up sometimes. His tendency to offer up his opinion even when it wasn’t asked annoyed the crap out of her.

When Nadeline said she would fix whatever this was, Savayna would point towards Wesley and his Esper getting their cans kicked. “Okay, Naddie, if you’re serious about that, why not start by making sure your future king doesn’t die today.” Savayna said, offering up a suggestion. “I don’t know, just a thought.” she shrugged.

Speaking of Wesley and Hashmaal, they currently were, as Savayna pointed out, getting their cans kicked. Not only was Hashmaal’s rather impressive spell cooled down before it even reached her as Shion used a Blizzaga spell. Wesley cursed himself, but had to admit that Shion was, if not anything else, strong. Truly, it wasn’t a shock at all that she was the leader of that band of misfits. Even more so how she was able to conquer Ultima so quickly, even if she did take advantage of Nadeline’s hard work.

The blizzaga was dissolved, and a rush of cold air around the area. Sure, it was cold, but when Wesley felt it, there didn’t seem to be any kind of harmful effect it had - just very cold.

As Shion would invite Wesley for another go, he looked at her. “Curse it all!” Wesley was angry. Unlike him, definitely. Then again, challenging Shion without any help aside from his own Esper, was very unlike Wesley. He was the cool, calm, and collected one of the group - even more so than Grant. He was the one who would devise a plan for a perfect strategy, but all of that had been forsaken the minute when Nadeline was hurt, and the fact that Shion, even though she stated it wasn’t her directly, brought the Midnight Shard back into Ivalice. Even thinking about it made Wesley’s nostrils flare up with rage.

“Nothing seems to be working against her.” WEsley commented to Hashmaal.

“Do not lose hope yet, Wesley. Even someone as powerful as The Blue Rose has to have a weak spot somewhere.” Hashmaal said.

“I know, you’re right, Hashmaal.” Wesley said, sighing, “but I wish I had the time to study her fighting style. I’m running out of magickal power. I don’t know how much longer I can last.” Wesley admitted. As he looked at Shion, he suddenly had an idea. “Hashmaal, I may have an idea, but it might be risky.”

“At this point, we’re way past the stage of playing it safe.” Hashmaal said. Wesley chuckled, and told Hashmaal his idea. “You know, that is risky - and not to mention very unlike you, but like I said..” Hashmaal grinned, “fine, let’s do it.” Both nodded at each other.

As Hashmaal rushed to Shion, his large body darting to the left and then to the right, skimming the distance that was between him and her. Hashmaal sent jabs and kicks and any kind of melee attack at Shion. He expected her to dodge them, but the point wasn’t getting hits on her but to drive her away from Wesley. The point was to make her waste her energy dodging, blocking, and defending. Even if she landed hits on Hashmaal, the sheer willpower that the Bringer of Order had would outlast her.

And what about Wesley? Well, the Prince of Dalmasca, while Hashmaal was sending blow after blow to Shion, was gathering all the remaining magickal energy he had left. He was gathering it and was trying to center himself with the Mist surrounding the entire area. Good thing about Giruvegan was that it was a central haven for Mist, and even more to the point, Magick rejuvenated even quicker than usual. However, that wasn’t what Wesley was doing. Sure, he was trying to recover his magickal power, but he was doing much more than that. Within ten seconds, it would be obvious what he was doing.

“Uh, guys, what’s going on with Wesley?” Savayna couldn’t help but notice Wesley, specifically what was around him.

Truly, something was going on around Wesley. His entire body, from head to toe, was surrounded in such a blinding white and light yellow light that the air around him was tearing. It was filled up with so much Mist that even the air around him cowered in fear, threatening to rip apart from such a high density of Mist gathered at a single point. Even as Wesley moved his arms, the air cracked with sounds akin to lightning. The mist followed his arms. It almost seemed like time was stopping based on how the mist followed it. But in reality, Wesley was gathering up his magickal power to such a degree that it seemed like that.

“Did you see that?” Savayna asked, blinking. What she was referring to was the fact that Wesley had taken one step, and was gone from sight. A blur of his image was the only thing that Savayna saw.

It wasn’t until Wesley appeared mere inches away from Shion, his body wailing at her. Punches and kicks that were seemingly at the speed of light were thrown at her. Hashmaal, knowing what was coming had side-stepped several paces away, finding himself next to Grant and the others. He would simply watch Wesley unleash what he had gathered up for several moments prior. Each strike had mist trailing from it, oozing magickal energy adding to the furiocity of his power. Each strike would become stronger than the previous one.

Savayna couldn’t help but look out in awe. “Yo, big guy, what’s going on?” Savayna asked Hashmaal.

“Wesley is throwing all that he can in the hopes of landing one hit against the Blue Rose.”

“And if he doesn’t? He’ll die, right?”

“If that’s what comes of this encounter, then yes, he will.” Hashmaal said stoically.

“How can you say it like that? Isn’t he your Hume or whatever?”

“Ice Queen, let me make something perfectly clear.” Hashmaal turned his large head at Savayna, “do not confuse my lack of emotion for a lack of respect for Wesley. Like his bloodline before him, I promised to serve the Alexanders. However, this is something Wesley himself wanted to do. Risky, yes, but what is on the line is not a matter of losing. The Blue Rose told Wesley that, if he could land one scratch on her, she will concede the fight. Though he is doing this for the Rozarrian Hume Girl here, Wesley is also doing this for his own pride. To be able to do what no one - not even your leader - could do, is truly something that Wesley will be proud of.” Hashmaal, though no one could see it, was watching Wesley like a proud father. “besides, just look at how dedicated he is. Winner or not, Wesley Alexander of Dalmasca has grown today. If not out of rage against the blue rose, then perhaps out of love for the blonde Hume princess.” Hashmaal briefly looked to Nadeline.

The Mundane [Small-Town Teenage Superheroes]

@McHaggis
Well, as I mentioned in my previous post, I'm working on a reply that could at least motivate the others to reply. I know that @kittyluna45 is on her honeymoon and @Kirah said that she was busy, but I do know that @Nallore would love nothing more than to continue(she and I are the only ones who are in the Mundane chatzy as of late lol).

The Mundane [Small-Town Teenage Superheroes]

@McHaggis @Liriia @Undine @HalfofLancelot

Idk if you guys are still wanting this to stay alive, but just so you know, I'm going to be posting tonight or tomorrow.

Dance With The Angels - A GFX Shop by Altered Tundra

@Aragorn
I'm going to make it my mission to get it done this weekend. :)

@Altered Tundra I have some more work for you darling!!!

_{Type of Request:}

Siggy

_Stock:

Here ya go.

_Size:

I want you to make it bigger, but proportional, if that makes sense. Like... make it a pretty good size signature.

_Avatar:

Nada.

_Text:

I will not bend until I break,
How much can one bruised body take?
Just not enough to silence me

_Other:

Add some color and on the text, make it fancy with your precious italics in some places.

@HaleyTheRandom

Is there any chance you can find me a bigger image? That one is a tad too small for me to do anything wow-worthy with. :/ Thanks in advanced~ ♥