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Knights of the shaped tables (Fantasy/Comedy RP)

Hey... Let me know if you continue this okay? ^^ I dont want Spark to go to waste... but... i hope to see you around man...

Nobunaga no ikari - Wrath of Nobunaga

hmm.... lack of activity

Fate Tied in a Knot

Katherina, whom had been looking down, peered up as a handsome boy with blue hair and a recognizeable German accent helped a girl with brown hair and glasses with her belonging. Someone who also was from her country? Immediatley she wanted to flock to him, ask him where he was from and... just.. talk to someone... but she turned away, staring back at the ocean and waited for everyone to move. Of course... she was overlooked once more.

::Shadow of the Colossus - Wrath of a Scorned God::

Bump, last one...

Burst Eardrums: A Punk and Hard Rock Bar

Im still interested

Female Warriors of Feudal Japan

"If it's all the same to you, I am terrible with names." Ariiko stood up, the blanket sliding off of her. "Starlight... my name is Ariiko. Ariiko Hideniyo. Thank you for the care... but I must leave." She began to go out the door... then stopped. She stood frozen in the door frame and turned around, her eyes a shade of red not unlike the petals of a rose. The woman sauntered back over to Noriaki and would push her against the wall. If Noriaki hadn't fought back by then, she would have passionately kissed the woman she had deemed as "Starlight."

Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)

Rena ticked her head to the side, looking both from Marc, to Mary and back again with a dead serious, and somewhat angry look on her face. "I'm not crazy you know."
She had said it stoicly, her voice cold like ice and her hand on her ice pick. They were wrong to question her. Fucking NPCs. When no one was looking, she'd try to kill them. Unless they were unkillable NPCs. She hated those. Especially the annoying ones. Slowly the grin returned to her face, making it look like she was just joking and merrily jogged ahead. But she hadn't let it go. In her mind, all she could think was...
NPCs are replaceable.
She turned her head around, smiling and waving. "I'll go on ahead, find a clear path 'round the Zambies!"

Fate Tied in a Knot

well... im the blonde with glasses...named Katherina.... but uh theres a brunette with glasses so....? *confused*

The Circus of Supernatural-Now Hosting Live Feeding!

Sasha watched as his female companion left into the woods. Though he stood silent as he watched her go, a small glimmer of sadness went through him. He sat back up in the trees rather than followed her, resting his head against the wood. It seemed nobody wanted him around most days... ah... well... maybe... yes, he should visit her. He leaped down from his branch and jogged in the direction of the Ringmasters dressing room.

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Satisfied, Rosalnd smiled and watched her dearest Vladimir leave her dressing room. Internally, Medoh sighed. "Yes... he does seem... unlike himself today." She murmured, leaning back.
"If he had a heartbeat he'd have a heart attack no doubt. Should you not ... ease his pains my dear?"
"Hmph." Rosalind folded her arms. "No dice my dear Medoh." She turned to face the mirror, her lips pressed into a small frown that was just barely a pout. "But the hunger is growing. Perhaps we should target another male, or female, for the time being." At that moment Sasha entered her dressing room, and she could see his expression in the dressing room mirror. She spun around in the chair slowly. "What's wrong my pet? Do you hunger?"
Sasha shook his head, but his expression still was heavy. He looked like a puppy that had been left outside in the rain, a look only achievable by someone with at least a bit of lycan in him. Rosalind smiled and patted her lap, Medoh falling silent. He didn't care for the sappiness of the Ringmasters relationship with--in his terms--the young male. Sasha came over and kneeled down, resting his head over the dress of her lap. Rosalind gingerly stroked his silver hair, and rubbing the space between his shoulder blades. It wasn't long before the hybrid boy began to drift to sleep, causing a small smile to form on Rosalinds lips.
"Perhaps this boy...?"
"Heavens no," Rosalind chuckled. "He's almost a son to me...." Her eyes darkened then, and she licked her lips. "Let's toy with the Imp."

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The next morning, from afar Rosalind watched the Imp, Blake, go about his duties. Sasha had slept on her lap that night and she had allowed him until she herself awoke this morning, finding him gone from her lap and working breakfast then, where they had exchanged pleasantries and went on with their day. She waited until Blake was on the catwalk, checking the lights, when in a plume of red and purple smoke she appeared opposite of him, sitting on the railing precariously several stories up from the ground.
"Hello Blake~"

The Circus of Supernatural-Now Hosting Live Feeding!

Iceman, could you slow down? o3o some of us want to socialize rather than going from morning to night to morning again >u< its cool you want to keep the story goin tho