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6 mos ago
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7 yrs ago
Merry Christmas boyos, don't forget to, like, be a good person and stuff. Also start thinkin of a new years resolution you'll actually go through with.
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8 yrs ago
Status update: staying up all n8ght fuckin sucks and procrastination is a vile temptress.
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9 yrs ago
4 months into this hole 'being a responsible adult thing' and I've come to a conclusion: It sucks and I want to go back to the days where I didn't have to plan out my game time.
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9 yrs ago
Was supposed to be productive tonight. . . will try to be productive in the morning
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Argus smiled at Isla's compliment( or at least, he chose to perceive it as such) before getting up to walk back into the kitchen, getting the things she had described. Unlike alcohol or tea, coffee was something Argus was familiar with, though he'd never made it himself. He'd usually just order it whenever he stopped by a place that sold it. He'd tell Isla of this as he went to properly make it, calling back a few times for instruction on how to do certain things. After a few tries, however, he'd come back with two hot cups of coffee.

As the girl explained the details of the process to him, he took to popping a rather size-able amount of sugar cubes into his coffee before stirring the dissolving granules into the cup's darken depths. He took a moment to consider what he wanted, seeming to have a bout of internal conflict play across his face before he finally nodded his head, having come to a decision.

"In my picture, I'd like it if I could be sitting down in front of a pond, looking at my reflection, only instead if only my reflection, I see it joked by two others. One my right would be the me I used to be, dressed in ragged clothes, covered in grime and locked in chains. . . with my mother's blonde hair and my father's blue eyes." As he spoke, the white- haired girl wouldn't be able not see the disheartened look on Argus' face, his eyes glazed over as his thoughts turned to the past, hardly a good memory to be found. "In the center is the me I am presently, with hair, eyes, and soul dyed crimson by many darker deeds I'd been forced to commit. Sand to the left of that would be the me . . . that I can be. There would only be a silhouette surrounded by red and black fire, tongues of crimson lightning branching around me in a cage, the only thing visible through the haze being a pair if eyes glowing a deep menacing red."

Argus would take a second to calm himself down, as tears had started to fall from his eyes, the young man apologizing with a sad smile as he did so.

"I'm sorry for unloading all of that, but I kinda wanted this to mean something if I'm going to keep it, so why not make it a reminder of some memories, some good . . . most being much less so. If you feel awkward about painting the portrait now, then I understand and will take my leave." Argus voice slowly began to gain a vulnerability to it as he looked at the young girl who he'd accidentally given a glimpse into his past, which was something he wanted to bury and leave behind him.

But how can you do that if you're holding on too me!

A familiar voice whispered to him from his subconscious mind, but he promptly ignored it. Twice before, he'd given into to it's honeyed words, and both times it had brought only destruction and death. As long as he could prevent it, there would not be a third.

@liferusher
@AkayaofthemoonCause I'm evil, but don't worry. The eyepatch has a very important purpose.
Posted for Reggie and MArs, hope you guys enjoy.
Reggie


Reggie waited outside of the door, wondering what Eve and the other blue gem were talking about. As he waited, a nervous tapping began to over take the movements of his feet, beating out a fast rhythm against the floor as the idleness of the moment turned thoughts towards his actions in town. The guilt was plaguing his conscious something greatly, and the fact that if Eve ever found out it'd be a moment of great shame for him also was lingering at the fringes of his mind, never present enough to appear on his face, but just enough so that any kind of stillness immediately brought them to the forefront of his mind. As gems moved in and out, he was kind of lost in his own little world, not really paying attention to much until he felt as if someone was talking to him.

Looking up, he saw another gem, one that he'd never seen before, bowing to the group. After going through the half-conversations that he could remember vaguely hearing, he decided to walk away from the door, letting the two have their privacy and reunion, to introduce himself to the newer gem. Seeing her graceful mannerisms brought forth an urge in him to respond in kind, if only to further distance and delude himself from the reality of what he had just done. Reaching down to take the gem's hand, he gave it a gentlemanly kiss, barely brushing his lips against it, as he offered his own regal bow. Clad in his jade armor, his raven-haired locks cascading down to his shoulders to frame his distinguished and clean shaven face, he looked like the picture perfect representation of a gallant knight addressing a noble lady. As he rose from his bow, his deep green eyes seemed to shine with a regal countenance that was pleasantly at odds with his roguish smile.

"A pleasure to meet you too. My name is Reginald Alexander Dorvain, but you can just call me Reggie, it's what everyone else does. Speaking of names, what's your's, if you don't mind me asking?" And with that, the illusion would hopefully be broken, as he switched back to his more laid back personality. Along with the impulsive urge to respond to elegance with elegance, beaten into him as a child by his mother and instructors, he also was curious to see if gems could succumb to such flattery. Spending time with gems, he found it difficult to find much difference between them and humans besides the obvious ones, and had been hoping to conduct a few social experiments to test them out. However, such experiments didn't seem likely to work on Kirk and Joan, and Eve was currently going through some stuff and he'd rather not mess with her had while she was grieving. But now that he was around other gems, he could try and test tyheir reactions to see if their was anything common amongst them, the newborns making for a better testing group anyway since they didn't have the uncountable years of experience to change the results. Of course, he didn't expect any correlations in the first place, to be honest, but his curiosity wouldn't allow him to not to at least allow him to try it out.

Mars


Mars followed behind Candice in silence, keeping his eyes down towards the ground as he did so. Every time he looked up, the people around would seem to be watching him, their forms slowly fading away to show the wispy outlines of dead gems smiling an unnerving smile towards the tall gem, cold, dead eyes never leaving his form as the faint whispers dragged their way across his mind like a sharp clawed drawn lightly against stone, not enough force to leave a mark, but just enough to let it's presence be known. Every time he felt that he might lose himself to the voices and visions, he reached up to his eyepatch, the feeling of the fabric against him bringing a sense of peace, however temporary, to the tortured gem for reasons he did not know.

When Candice suggested to him that they listen to music once they get to the RV, Mars gave a confused nod, not quite sure what music was, nor this violin thing she spoke of. But he could tell that Candice seemed to be out off by his current behavior, and was trying to help. Whether or not she could, he didn't know, but he was just glad to have anyone with him right now. As it was, he felt as if his being was being corroded away, slowly but surely. When they arrived at the RV, Mars would take a seat inside and await the performance.

@Guardian Angel Haruki
@CandiBarrNot much, mostly due to my own inactivity, caused by the horror that is school and the wonder that is getting a Ps4. Mostly the former, unfortuantely. I'll try to get something up within the next day or two, but if I don't then feel free to imagine that Quetzal is currently stuck at the door, unable to do more than blush and stammer his way through a return greeting as he tries, and fails to fight the necklace's power(though he doesn't know that what's causing his current infatuation).
@CandiBarrIt's fine, I can totally work with this. Don't expect a oat today, though, I plan to lose myself in a gaming binge when I get home. PS4, here I come.

*Literally can't keep still, I'm so pumped*
@Phaesaris(-_-) Lucky bastard.
@CandiBarrI'm sorry for nagging, but can you let me know when you plan to post next, cause I'm kinda waiting on you at the moment. If you have issues IRL, I understand, but it'd just be helpful to have an ETA.
Mars flinched ever so slightly, his eye turning towards the sound of her voice, but he didn't seem to see her, his multi-colored eye appearing to be glazed over, seeing something that wasn't really there. After a couple more steps away, he seemed to recall where he was, whatever nightmare he'd been in forgotten as he suddenly came back into full consciousness.

"Uh, y-y-yeah. I t-think that's be for t-t-the best." Mars said quietly, his looking down at the ground in a depressive fashion as he turned around to make his way to the RV. Every so often he'd flinch, as if he'd heard something in the distance or saw something out of the corner of his eye. And he'd also take to scratching at the area around his eyepatch, one of the many new nervous ticks he'd returned with.

@Guardian Angel Haruki
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