Half PintActually, Moss was left behind.
and goddamnit I posted without reading the OOC plans you guys made
Oh, I was going off of the idea that he had followed lol.
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Oh, I was going off of the idea that he had followed lol.
@Dirty Danalthough well written, I thought this romance at first, then I realised it was readable gay por-... I mean fanfiction.
I used a story randomizer, lol.
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We were talking about potentially opening up an Rp for a larger group.
If it's a Naruto RP, hit me up when it happens. I have a character idea I've been juggling around.
Truly beautiful.
By the way, do you guys use the titanpad? I wrote a romance story for my OTP in this RP.
By the way, do you guys use the titanpad? I wrote a romance story for my OTP in this RP.
I legit thought it was a girl picture at first.
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On the subject of a dagger, and not to step on anyone's shoes, wouldn't Aura cover that since Aura makes everything tough and awesome.
No idea. It seems like Ren used his aura badass-my, but everyone else relies on their weapons/semblance.
Ranulf Edom
Hallways of Beacon
Tagged;; Pax, Turner, Honey, Moss
As he was still in the mentality of shadow-boxing his damnable sensei, an unknown figure entered his area of attack, asking something inaudible. Ranulf half-noticed the boy, and figuring that it was his brain throwing in another shadow-figure, he twisted on his feet, swaying to the side to weave Old Man's hook, while, at the same time, bending to the side and lashing out with a powerful, streamlined half-roundhouse that would have slammed boot-first into the boy's jaw...before he came to his senses, and saw that it was an...armless young man simply stasring at him with what Ranulf felt was a gleeful feeling. Slowly lowering his feet, Ranulf breathed out, allowing his Aura to dissipate within his body, from how it was constantly spiking due to his active and combat-ready mind. "Wha-" He began to ask the boy gruffly, annoyed at the interruption, until he noticed two things.
One, the sun was beginning to go down, and his stomach was beginning to heavily, heavily growl. And two, the purple haired boy from the ship...Pax Ianthe, if he could remember correctly, came over from his nap, saying something about eating and sleeping. The eating part took his attention instantly, and as another growl from his stomach began to make itself known, Ranulf shrugged, grunting once in agreement, before wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead. Picking up his tattered, dark crimson scarf, along with his abnormally heavy backpack, the boy roughly wrapped the scarf around his neck before twisting the backpack onto his broad shoulders. After a glance towards the green-haired guy whom he subconsciously named 'Moss Head', Ranulf stared for a second, mentally wondering what the kid wanted, before turning around and following after Ianthe, hands in his pockets. As he walked, he spoke up, his deep, rather rough tone holding an ounce of wryness. "You can ask me whatever you asked me before, whenever we eat. I get pissed when I'm hungry." He's usually pissed a lot more than that, but that didn't matter right now. With that, he continued after Ianthe.
When they approached the two 'lesbians', whom he noted to be, in fact, one female and one feminine-looking male, Ranulf merely crossed his arms over his chest, watching with focused, dark orange eyes. His stomach growled once more, and other than a tint of red dusting his cheeks - which was immediately dissipated - he didn't acknowledge his hunger. However, the low, almost silent tapping of his finger against bicep betrayed his subtle impatience.
Hallways of Beacon
Tagged;; Pax, Turner, Honey, Moss
As he was still in the mentality of shadow-boxing his damnable sensei, an unknown figure entered his area of attack, asking something inaudible. Ranulf half-noticed the boy, and figuring that it was his brain throwing in another shadow-figure, he twisted on his feet, swaying to the side to weave Old Man's hook, while, at the same time, bending to the side and lashing out with a powerful, streamlined half-roundhouse that would have slammed boot-first into the boy's jaw...before he came to his senses, and saw that it was an...armless young man simply stasring at him with what Ranulf felt was a gleeful feeling. Slowly lowering his feet, Ranulf breathed out, allowing his Aura to dissipate within his body, from how it was constantly spiking due to his active and combat-ready mind. "Wha-" He began to ask the boy gruffly, annoyed at the interruption, until he noticed two things.
One, the sun was beginning to go down, and his stomach was beginning to heavily, heavily growl. And two, the purple haired boy from the ship...Pax Ianthe, if he could remember correctly, came over from his nap, saying something about eating and sleeping. The eating part took his attention instantly, and as another growl from his stomach began to make itself known, Ranulf shrugged, grunting once in agreement, before wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead. Picking up his tattered, dark crimson scarf, along with his abnormally heavy backpack, the boy roughly wrapped the scarf around his neck before twisting the backpack onto his broad shoulders. After a glance towards the green-haired guy whom he subconsciously named 'Moss Head', Ranulf stared for a second, mentally wondering what the kid wanted, before turning around and following after Ianthe, hands in his pockets. As he walked, he spoke up, his deep, rather rough tone holding an ounce of wryness. "You can ask me whatever you asked me before, whenever we eat. I get pissed when I'm hungry." He's usually pissed a lot more than that, but that didn't matter right now. With that, he continued after Ianthe.
When they approached the two 'lesbians', whom he noted to be, in fact, one female and one feminine-looking male, Ranulf merely crossed his arms over his chest, watching with focused, dark orange eyes. His stomach growled once more, and other than a tint of red dusting his cheeks - which was immediately dissipated - he didn't acknowledge his hunger. However, the low, almost silent tapping of his finger against bicep betrayed his subtle impatience.
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