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I am back from my trip!
I'm afraid i'll be going to England for the next couple of days, so I won't be able to RP.
Either continue with that Iron Arm storyline, or more filler. Personally, I wanna get a change to be badass with Violet before she becomes obsolete.
He hasn't been on for 4 weeks, though. Still, we seem to be entertaining ourselves well enough.
Kaliflur won't be transforming yet, and Violet doesn't have a transformation.
Kaliflur sat on the beach of some Island far out to see. She could feel...something...like another sense. She could sense the direction and intensity of power levels, thought it was still a little hazy. It seemed like the Agressor had left and the primitives, not having a common foe, were now fighting each other. From the intensity of the attacks, it wasn't for fun or recreation. It was to the death. The Saiyan lay back on the beach. She had not recovered yet, but when she did, she would be stronger than the rest of them, and if they were still fighting by then, she'd put a stop to it. Nothing annoyed her kind of Saiyan more than a fight without honor. Saiyans themselves used to be ruthless barbarians who would conquer whole planets and crush infants under their mighty Oozaru feet. They had evolved since those dark times, and Kaliflur was glad of it, though the Dark Saiyans...they were another matter.
Violet was nowhere to be found in or outside the lab.
Violet was standing at the peak of a mountain, her eyes zoomed in to the fight between Amber and Orin. If one of them became injured, she would intervene before anybody died. She would interrupt now, but this would be good training for them. There would be time for a "we need to work together" lecture after the fight. It would be counter-productive to interrupt them now, and Violet could tell she could not withstand attacks from both of them.
Violet was nowhere to be found in or outside the lab.
Violet was standing at the peak of a mountain, her eyes zoomed in to the fight between Amber and Orin. If one of them became injured, she would intervene before anybody died. She would interrupt now, but this would be good training for them. There would be time for a "we need to work together" lecture after the fight. It would be counter-productive to interrupt them now, and Violet could tell she could not withstand attacks from both of them.
Me and Yami are in the early stages of a collab between Karin and Goldilocks.
Arya Stark sat at the funeral. She didn't want to be there. She barely knew the man she was paying her respects to, but she knew that he was a good friend of her father's, so she would be as respectful as she could, but...her hair was really annoying her. She couldn't stop fiddling with it. The stylists had put it into a long braid that pulled her scalp uncomfortably. If they had let her get her hair cut short like she asked, this wouldn't be a problem, but noooooo, that wasn't ladylike. She sighed, and put her hands to her lap as Cersei gave her speech. At least they did a good job with the dress; plain, back, and stopped at her knees. She couldn't walk easily in skirts or dresses any longer than that, especially not in black prism heels that were high enough to make her look 'normal' at the cost of making every step feel like playing Russian Roulette with her ankle bones.
As the speech was going on, she edged closer to her sister, and whispered "Where's the imp?" She had not seen Tyrion beside his family during the funeral.
Before I post, how does everyone get the fancy text for their names?
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