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Current Gothic Sci-Fi, WHOOO JUMP ON BOARD roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
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Two words. Gothic. Sci-fi.
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Jack O’Connell the MAN YOU ARE
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It can reach violence if you’re brave enough
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Maybe making out for a few minutes will solve my problems.
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I am consistently having a life crisis.

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@Azure Bubbles@Tally Dor@Eviledd1984@Aurkanthis

Okay guys, very important that you all do this! I will direct your responses rarely, but in order for this to flow smoothly, I beg that you all do this.
If you are online or when you are next online, I need your next response to transition into your character being at their home. It can be after or before I post my next scene, which is in around 30 minutes so please just do that.

Fee free to explain how their day went, tie up loose ends. If you were interacting with one of my characters, manipulate them however you want, as long as it ends with [i]you being home[/i.

]I have worked really hard on this response, I hope you all enjoy it and it is fun to read!
@Aurkanthis

JEFF MY HUSBAND



He’s so hot omfg
Interacting with: @Eviledd1984@Aurkanthis as Magnolia



Magnolia pauses, carefully setting Muricle down, the frog moving over happily to Loke, hopping around him to the beat of the music, a bit off, but still seemingly enjoying the tune.

Maggie hesitated to move closer, but she trusts Loke, he wouldn’t be friends with someone he didn’t like, and Maggie thinks his judgment is actually quite good.
She moves closer, resting on her knees beside Caelum, her hands slowly reaching and taking hold of the papers, being sure to be as careful as possible.

She begins looking through each. By the Queens honor…everything Caelum created was absolutely beautiful…the characteristics in every drawing were so incredibly life like.
The pale haired fairy’s usually dull eyes seemed to brighten with each page, and at his invite she looks up, her eyebrows slightly raised, the breeze moving her hair around messily

“Are you quite sure?” She asks in a near timid manner
@Azure Bubbles@Tally Dor@Eviledd1984@Aurkanthis

Btw y’all, tomorrow evening, shits hitting the fan. Be ready heheheheheh ahem…yeah it’ll be fun
@Aurkanthis yay cause I hate sleep
Interacting with: @Aurkanthis@Eviledd1984 as Magnolia



Loke the saint that you are…
Magnolia was eternally grateful for the music. She didn’t quite understand how it always seemed to calm her so, but she certainly was glad she became…friends, with the instrumentalist.

As Caelum speaks to Muricle, Magnolia unconsciously steps forward so Muricle can hear better. Her more embarrassed expression brightens as Caelum talks with Muri. Other fairies tended to avoid the frog, some being cruel seeing as how Muri was a runt.
Not only a runt, but Muri was lucky to have survived infancy.

But Caelum spoke to him as if he were a friend. She truly admired that.

Maggie tilted her head curiously as Caelum whispers, but doesn’t catch what was said.
As Caelum addresses her again, her features soften. Loke’s music helping her relax into conversation. She would definitely have to repay him somehow.

“Well…you truly are a wonderful artist.” She says, her eyes moving around his face, never quite settling anywhere.

Interacting with: @Azure Bubbles as Orion



Orions grin widens as he pushes his hair out of his face, messing it up a little. His eyes never leaves Rainiers, in fact, it is as if the taller sparrow is attempting to burn a hole to the soul of the Water fairy.

“You certainly are something…” he hums in amusement, although he is a bit memorized at how the light seems to reflect colors in Rainiers wings.

“Tell me, Rain…how come I haven’t seen you around before?” He asks, leaning his weight on one leg.
✧𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐞✧




As Anastasiya silently continued to cover up the graffiti, the creative art meeting an unfortunate end, she tries to listen in on the conversations around her.
A bad habit she knew, but her thoughts at the moment bored her, and everyone was so…strangely interesting.

As a small melody began, she paused looking up. It was…nice. Ana quite enjoyed any kind of music, and the girl singing had an absolutely lovely voice.
Then the others started to join in. Not all of them, but a few. It was sweet.

The young woman hummed along, not singing, but in her own world now as she painted.

Then a girl with purple dye in her hair spoke up, breaking the rhythm. Ana stopped fully what she was doing, raising an eyebrow.
The hell?

She understood wanting to get the job done, and almost was impressed as how this girl wanted to keep Kassandra on task to get out faster. But…Ana hated stuff like that. She craved anarchy, and if she were to spend six months with these people, she would rather they get along and know each other.

Ana didn’t outright say anything, only looking at the scene before a moment, not trying to hide her expression. Then she goes back to painting, but now…she wants to be a little bit of a menace. So. She breaks the humming. And sings as she paints. Not drastically loud. But enough.

“Don’t worry…about a thing, cause every little thing, is gonna be alright…” she purposely puts a highly joyful tone in her voice as she paints. It sounded a bit butchered in her accent, so she repeats the song in French.

“Ne t'inquiète pas... de quoi que ce soit, car tout ira bien,”
Interacting with: @Azure Bubbles as Orion



Orion raises a brow, a small amused grin growing on his face as the water fairy leans in. He was…certainly something. With golden hair and an attitude that definitely caught his attention.
Orion liked that. Feisty. A challenge. Maybe useful.

He doesn’t talk for a moment, his eyes very plainly and unapologetically moving down and up the fairy’s body before going back to his eyes. He hums, leaning in along with Rainier.

“Well, Rain I could tell you my name, but I think I like what you’re calling me more.” He states, his voice low, just above his breath before he straightens up, holding a hand out, his posture lazy, “Orion.”
✧𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐞✧




This…was going to be an incredibly long six months.

Ana had made the silent decision to avoid attempting to escape. She had figured that out after the head honchos little speech. Wonder how many times he practiced that in the mirror.

A small grin cracks into her face like she was being sculpted, her own joke amusing her.

The young woman’s eyes move across the people in the group, trying to figure them all out, but people and their cliques had never been her strong suit. Two people manage to catch her eyes, the two that were late. One of them was tall, his uniform not fitting quite right.
She could tell he wasn’t trying to draw attention to himself, unlike the other who came late.

She had to admit though, he made the orange jumpsuit not look completely horrible.

Ana continues her supposed vow of silence, going to the paints and the benches, already annoyed by the day that was ahead. Blast it all. She would rather do jail time.

She was being dramatic of course. But she didn’t regret her decision. The only thing she regretted was not making sure that dumbass owner wasn’t in the building when it went ablaze. A bit dark, but she hated that bastard.

Ana takes a paint brush, chewing on the inside of her lip as she begins to paint over the graffiti.
@Aurkanthis

It was so good I feel like I’ve been blessed
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