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8 yrs ago
Current These are a hectic couple of weeks we're in... If anyone's having a bad time lately, I want you to know that everything is going to be okay, even if it doesn't feel like it!!
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8 yrs ago
Finals Destination
8 yrs ago
We are going through a blizzard in the middle of April. It's been God's ultimate Apri Fools joke since the beginning of the month, he just doesn't know when to end the joke.
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9 yrs ago
I'm ready for a great year!
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9 yrs ago
Finals Destination

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"Me trying to get through Finals."

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I don't believe I did. Your tag says to apply first. I submitted them here for approval.

I don't think I'd be given permission to post a character in the character section, unless they were approved first, yes?




Kigro's face began to redden at her dismissive response, out of embarrassment and slight anger. It was a terrible idea to piss off someone who could, oh I don't know, be magical in anyway possible, but yet he persisted to defend the machine. He was going to speak up until the robot changed it's shape, it caught him off guard and he stared at the casket in absolute confusion. Kigro was so confused that he almost hit himself. The magikarp was able to snap out of his confusion, and found the girl still there.

He needed to look intimidating; a challenge indeed for the peaceful figure. He puffed up his chest, straightened his spine, and marched in front of her in protest. In actuality, he was a person hidden inside a large blanket, which failed to capture his seriousness. "You need to stop, please! You can't go around making people say things like that, that's terrible!" Kigro began to burn up in his blanket, clearly upset with the situation. "Plus, isn't forcing people to claim things, like, uh, an unprofessional thing for investigators to do?"

More and more people began to come and investigate the scene. The extra company comforted him to continue; hopefully she wouldn't tear his face off with so many witnesses.

@Gummi Bunnies@Mtntopview


Kigro's eyes wandered away from the fireworks and towards another being on the sand. Instinctively he curled into his blanket at the sudden sight of another; ghost stories of ages long past have definitely warned him about these sorts of things. After a while of watching he quickly assured himself that dastardly spirits had not come to haunt him tonight. The man seemed... stressed to say the least, and despite wanting some company he felt it best to not draw his attention.

@Trainer N

As time passed after that, he felt an urge growing evident in his mind; he was hungry and Kigro hadn't brought any food. Funny, he usually wasn't this hungry, and he swore that he had eaten a few days before. Kigro came to the conclusion that it was from the smells of the festival, and their attempts to win him over had succeeded. With the blanket still wrapped around him, he stood and made his way towards the festival.

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It had been a while since Kigro had been to the festival, so upon getting their he was pleasantly surprised. That much was evident on his face. The colorful assortment of people, lights and food warmed his soul, like the blanket burrito he walked in. However something caught his eye... many of these people were new to him. That was strange... was he really that detached from the public? Whatever the case, that just meant he had to make some new friends. He dismissed his hunger for the time being and began to wander the fairgrounds with wonder.

His adventure stopped his he caught glimpse of what appeared to be Voltron's niece. A rather peculiar sight on the island, not impossible, but peculiar. It was an awesome sight... but something was happening, like, really strange stuff. Blue words were just poofing into existence, then turning into chains to constrict the cool robo, it all seemed rather terrible to watch. Kigro ran over to the group with heroic wonder. "H-Hey!" He called out, the blanket burrito man stopping behind them. "What are you two doing? I hope you're not thinking of destroying that car, Glottis will get mad." Kigro eyes examined the two with worry. They were a strange couple, people he had never met before. Currently they seemed like people wanting to encourage violence on the island...

@Mtntopview@Gummi Bunnies@nerminator
Gosh. The reason I don't do many group roleplays anymore is because I get lost in them if I'm gone for a day. I'll have a reply made sometime tomorrow, but I pray that I'm not fifty billion pages left behind when I get back. @_@
If somebody needs it, Beatrice is having a little picnic by herself on a grassy hill. xD


Picnics are LAME! Kigro has a sexy little campsite set up on the beach! >:Y
In his mind, none could describe the festival's beauty.

Compared to the festival, the beach was a quiet wasteland void of light. The cooled sand, the chilly breeze that lethargically passed through, Kigro's sniffled nose, one would think the beach a terrible place to camp. It saddened him to remember that people thought this way.

The festival's explosion of sound and life was enjoyable yes, but he preferred comfort over fun. That wasn't to say that Kigro wasn't enjoying any of the festival. Past the raised terrain sat the carnival in full bloom. The sight of it's warm colors, accompanied by the soft hums of it's people and attractions, made for a beautifully subtle sight. The small bursts of light and sound that flew above it's picture furthered in the sight's excellence.

It perplexed him, how could people be so mesmerized by the festival when they were so close to it? Not to say the festival wasn't a treat, but why would you squint at a painting when you could step back and see it fully?That was their minds, not his, and he had no problem with the extra space.

Kigro shifted more into chilled sand as he pulled the blanket to hug his shoulders further. He took a sip of some hot chocolate and rested the steam producing mug on the pillow next to him. Despite him doing this for years now, he could definitely say that this year's festival was for sure the best yet. A few more minutes of watching the fireworks and he reached for his mug. When he found it empty, he reached over to the thermos and poured himself another. The drink puffed up a small poof a smoke in gratification. Kigro let it rest on the sand this time; he was pretty sure that it would melt someone's tongue off if they drank it currently.

His head lowered and his grin widened as another light slithered in the air and popped.


I'm still in it to win it.


"Beatrice stabs Glottis in the back with Trident."


You heartless monster.
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