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Dragon of the Night Sky
STATUS: Sorry for my absence. I'm back now but I go under a new name, Ambra. If you wanna RP with me again just search me up! 11 yrs ago
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Sorry for my absence. I'm back now but I go under a new name, Ambra. If you wanna RP with me again just search me up!
11 yrs ago
Doge~
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No prob!
Bump.
I've looked over your form, Quincy, and it SEEMS okay. But let's wait for Le's final answer.
I'm personally waiting for ANYONE to post, so...
I'm personally waiting for ANYONE to post, so...
Bump.
Well, Daisuke didn’t know where the crowd might be. That was a surprise. He didn’t even bother to glance his way after he had made that oh-so-intelligent deduction. Cyril’s dark gaze fell on the street as he began to wonder where the hell an illusionist would put a bunch of people. Abby walked up to them, stating that the audience would most likely be on the beach or something. That was possible… he scratched his head, glancing over at Abby. ”Let’s go and check if they’re on the beach, then.” he told the two, turning away from them and walking toward the beach. That was the second time in two days that he went to the beach… each time for ridiculous reasons.
”If they’re not there, we can check the mall nearby. I think that’s big enough to hold Prospero’s audience.” he told them. He wondered what they thought of Naoto—he was their so called boss, anyway. Not that he’d ever call him a boss. To him, Naoto wasn’t worthy at all. Not now, not ever. He was too energetic, and it didn’t seem like he had much rattling around in his skull. Then again, Daisuke wasn’t promising, either. Abby didn’t seem to have much going on, too. Though, they had potential. If Prospero, someone who was involved, saw something in Naoto… then it had to be true. I just have to be patient. he told himself. I can’t make Sonya rush them.
Cyril continued to lead the way to the beach, remaining quiet for most of their little trek through the small town of Trespiano. He supposed that he had fallen in love with the town after a year or so of living there. It wasn’t like Lipari, but oh well. At least it was similar. Finding nothing to do other than walk, he glanced back at the two that were following him—or so he thought. ”So… what do you guys think of Naoto?” he asked them. ”Do you think he’s okay or what?”
”If they’re not there, we can check the mall nearby. I think that’s big enough to hold Prospero’s audience.” he told them. He wondered what they thought of Naoto—he was their so called boss, anyway. Not that he’d ever call him a boss. To him, Naoto wasn’t worthy at all. Not now, not ever. He was too energetic, and it didn’t seem like he had much rattling around in his skull. Then again, Daisuke wasn’t promising, either. Abby didn’t seem to have much going on, too. Though, they had potential. If Prospero, someone who was involved, saw something in Naoto… then it had to be true. I just have to be patient. he told himself. I can’t make Sonya rush them.
Cyril continued to lead the way to the beach, remaining quiet for most of their little trek through the small town of Trespiano. He supposed that he had fallen in love with the town after a year or so of living there. It wasn’t like Lipari, but oh well. At least it was similar. Finding nothing to do other than walk, he glanced back at the two that were following him—or so he thought. ”So… what do you guys think of Naoto?” he asked them. ”Do you think he’s okay or what?”
Fionn waited for Ben’s reply when something hit his back. Once again, the blond haired boy seemed to leap into the air in surprise and fright. He even appeared to be trembling a bit more. He told himself that he had to man up, that he was a… well, man, not a mouse. And, supposedly, he was part of the mafia. That meant that there were people that were going to go after them, and they wouldn’t take kindly to him cowering at their feet. Hell, he didn’t even know how to fight… how was he going to go against the big guys? What was he even going to fight with? A stick? He didn’t know… and he didn’t want to find out any time soon. I wish we would have stayed in Wales… he thought as he began to follow Naoto and Ben. If I had stayed, I wouldn’t be in the mafia.
Naoto seemed to be leading their little group—he wasn’t surprised, he was the boss of the whole family. Ben stayed behind with him, making him blink up at the other boy. Ben was more confident in what they were doing. He even went up against Sonya without an ounce of fear. Well… almost everyone did. Even if he wasn’t ignored, Fionn wasn’t sure he would have steeled his nerves and faced Sonya. He could only thank God that she had forgotten about him. Ben was questioning why didn’t he speak up during the training exercises the other day, and he frowned. ”I really don’t know how to fight, and I didn’t want to be beat up by Sonya.” he muttered, giving him a shrug. ”I rather train with someone that won’t break my bones until I’m able to face her.”
Fionn sighed, lifting his orange colored eyes toward the streets again. He was only able to defend himself by tossing a few punches that didn’t even hurt when they made contact. He learned how to fight on his own, when he had been sick of being pushed around by his brothers. When they saw that he actually had the guts to fight, they left him alone… somewhat. Though, he was never crazy about fighting. That ugly, aggressive rush that washed over you once you actually took a stand against your enemies… it made him feel sick. It was probably because he wasn’t used to fighting… but that would no longer be an issue sooner or later.
”U-um… Naoto…” he tried to lift his voice so it could be loud enough to catch the boss’ attention. He wasn’t sure if the pink haired boy had heard him, but Fionn carried on with his tone of voice either way. ”Where… where exactly are we going? W-we can’t just be wandering around in circles…”
More like where exactly would Prospero put a large crowd of people…
Naoto seemed to be leading their little group—he wasn’t surprised, he was the boss of the whole family. Ben stayed behind with him, making him blink up at the other boy. Ben was more confident in what they were doing. He even went up against Sonya without an ounce of fear. Well… almost everyone did. Even if he wasn’t ignored, Fionn wasn’t sure he would have steeled his nerves and faced Sonya. He could only thank God that she had forgotten about him. Ben was questioning why didn’t he speak up during the training exercises the other day, and he frowned. ”I really don’t know how to fight, and I didn’t want to be beat up by Sonya.” he muttered, giving him a shrug. ”I rather train with someone that won’t break my bones until I’m able to face her.”
Fionn sighed, lifting his orange colored eyes toward the streets again. He was only able to defend himself by tossing a few punches that didn’t even hurt when they made contact. He learned how to fight on his own, when he had been sick of being pushed around by his brothers. When they saw that he actually had the guts to fight, they left him alone… somewhat. Though, he was never crazy about fighting. That ugly, aggressive rush that washed over you once you actually took a stand against your enemies… it made him feel sick. It was probably because he wasn’t used to fighting… but that would no longer be an issue sooner or later.
”U-um… Naoto…” he tried to lift his voice so it could be loud enough to catch the boss’ attention. He wasn’t sure if the pink haired boy had heard him, but Fionn carried on with his tone of voice either way. ”Where… where exactly are we going? W-we can’t just be wandering around in circles…”
More like where exactly would Prospero put a large crowd of people…
Sure, we're always looking for new RPers!
Uh huh. Sure, Agni.
Bump.
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