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@Krytavius
There’s no post of it up yet because it’s in the collab that won’t go up without GM’s approval. :)
It’s just been fun to type back and forth at a higher frequency.
Nearly ready to wrap it up tho.

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@Krytavius and some people decided to sneak there tonight.
Just trying to gauge how free form this is because it’s been pretty open so far. Also, sounded like a pond of multiple Kappa earlier.

Guess we’re just waiting on the boss man.

(Doing it in collab so it doesn’t affect the time skip, and can be left out if needed.)

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@Hitman

How do you feel about us rping the demons?
Me and @azoicsiren are working on a collab and would like to encounter a kappa. Is there anything we need to know?

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Btw what are these kappa things???

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@azoicsiren
You can use the [ b.] bold, [ H1.] header [ center. ] or like most others just create an image from another site and put it between [img.] [/img.]
(Minus all the fullstps)

Or be like me and do none of the above :)

Nice intro btw

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Rooms from front of house.

MALES		FEMALES
Lucas	|	Females
Levi	|	Mei
Males	|	Females
Drakus & ???	|	Females

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@Hitman

I’ve just gone and given myself a slightly larger room, giving anyone the option to share/bunk with me. Hope that’s ok.

Maybe leave it open choice for players to decide and choose.

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Drakus just couldn’t let it go without getting some last final words in. Speaking softly as he left, being sure to show that his reply didn’t require his full attention or concern, he said.
”The inside of my arse you say? That would be less of a sorry sight then this sad mob.” he let out a small scoff, amused by his own words. ” And no, I did not come here to learn boy scouting skills from lowly rabble, I’ll take my place in the eternal dark before asking aid from a lessor.”

Barely turning his head, not even giving her his full attention, Drakus looked back at Alexandria out of his peripheral, and with a sigh of disdain replied.
”Fuck your legacies, and family names. It’s a misplaced unearned pride, but hang onto it if you wish and I’m sure you will get the chance to see my parents soon enough.” Drakus was not of legacy name or teachings, but had always been compared to those that were. Held to their standards and expectations so subsequently grew to hate them and all they stood for.

* * * * *

Upon finding and arriving at his room, despite the somewhat spacious and luxurious accommodation with all the amenities, Drakus was highly disturbed to find a secondary bed.
From his passing observation he suspected that his room had seemed a littler larger than the rest, and being the last in the hallway, perhaps it used to have an alternate intention. But still, he would rather sleep in the dirt than have to share with one of them. (Not literally of course.) He could only hope it was simply a spare. In any case it didn’t take him long to find his bed, sleep however wouldn’t come until hours later.

@Hitman@Hammerman

White Gull [Fairy Tail Spinoff ~ still accepting!]

@Squirrel98@CelesteEste

“They... they smelled sooo good.” Arden sobbed, while looking at the pastry chef. He suddenly leapt forward and clutched the girls hands in his. With a deep eager excitement he looked into her eyes.
“Yes please! That would be greatly appreciated!”

Although, in some deep hidden recess of his mind, Arden pushed down the obvious knowledge that as long as it was of magical origin, it would continue to fail.
Despite this, in his denial, he will try to trick the laws that be by firstly eating it quicker. Same outcome.
Next tearing off chunks resulted with similar failure but on a smaller scale.
After that he will nearly choke on one when he tries to swallow it whole. Lastly he resides to simply licking the treat. Even then it only lasts so long before once again vanishing.

Finally he gave up.
“Its my damn cursed ability.” he complained. Sullen with disappointment. Head hung low he went to retrieve his guild mark on the back of his neck. There was still light bruising from where Zane grabbed him to retrieve what Arden had stolen from him. Well he let him keep it in the end and that’s part of the reason Arden was even here now.

As Zane placed the mark on his exposed neck, a familiar shimmer appeared in Arden’s hands. A small messy clump of unrefined, poorly cooked dough appeared.
It only served to make a mess in his hand while a few crumbs fell to the floor. This did nothing to relieve his frustration.

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Please tell me we are doing shared rooms!? :D

(Haha, who wants to be the poor sucker stuck with me?)

What’s the layout/setup?
Other amenities?

Sorry if I missed it. :s