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Current 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!
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Doge~
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No, you're perfectly fine-

I posted shortly because I have to get to bed.
I don't know, Naoto was all over the place-
The sword did not tear into her—it did not slash open the skin on her scalp, and it did not bring pain to her. When she opened her eyes, she saw her attacker sink to his knees. The black haired, violet eyed man deemed her a liar as he sank further to the floor, his face pressed against the sandy ground. What was wrong with him? He needs help. And he isn’t a bad soul. He’s just confused, that’s all. He’s lost in his pain. her blue eyes scanned over his body. It was unusually pale for someone who had been in the sun for so long. It wasn’t just because he was hungry and dehydrated… he was showing symptoms of poisoning.

”I’m not going to kill you.” Ambra told him, reaching out to him as slow as she could, as if she were speaking to a startled stallion. ”You’re hurt, and you’re going to die if you don’t let me tend to your wounds.” then again, what if this stranger just wanted to die? No… he was young, he had his whole life ahead of him. Ambra scooted closer and looked more closely at his body, her eyebrows knitting together as she thought. ”This is definitely poison.” she told him, her frown deepening. She hoped it wasn’t too late to save him…

”Show me the cut that’s hurting you more than it should,” Ambra told him, her voice firm. She was determined to help. She was a healer, after all. The red haired woman continued to stare at him, the frown remaining on her face. He’s going to be stubborn, Ambra thought. And he’s not going to let me help him. ”Listen, if you don’t show me that cut, you’re going to die a painful death. Is that what you want?”
Darrian sighed, running a hand through his hair as he thought. It was obvious that he was not in the mood for such teasing, but… he couldn’t really push Xerxes around as much as he wanted to. His eyes flicked back up to Xerxes when he spoke again, saying that the Shepherds would die one way or another. ”Are you really sure?” he questioned bitterly, narrowing his eyes as he looked back at the stained glass window. ”I find it hard to believe. One must not underestimate their enemies, even if they are weak.”

Yu walked up to them at that moment. Darrian glowered up at the other man, a snarl coming across his face. ”You better keep your trap shut. I’m not in the mood.” he told him.
I posted as Cyril, Fionn is open for interaction.

someone love him plox
Yeah.
Cyril grunted as he pulled the man to safety. The blond haired girl helped as well, and once the man was safe, he looked back up at the burning flames. For once, he actually seemed concerned. It was strange because Cyril usually kept a stoic expression on his face. But now… he almost seemed frightened. Who could blame him, though? There was no way out… Damn it, am I going to die here? he questioned, but then he felt something… wet fall on him. Glancing up, he realized that the water tower had burst and its water was beginning to fall over the fire.

The fire was quenched before it could get any more serious. Cyril ran a hand through his moist hair, glancing to and fro the streets. Now that he could see clearly… he saw a bunch of people gathering. There was a woman that was being yelled at by some pink haired kid… Curious, he left the blond haired girl’s side and walked up to them, only catching some of their words.

”I’m sorry, but if you knew how to stop the fire in the first place,” Cyril told the red haired woman, his eyes narrowing as he crossed his arms. A scowl was beginning to crawl across his features, but he restrained himself. No, he would hold himself back. This woman wasn’t a danger. She had saved his life, and the rest of them as well. ”Why didn’t you? People were injured.” it was obvious that he wasn’t in the mood for excuses. Seriously, Trespiano seems to get more and more crazy people every year.

His gaze flicked back toward the others. There was that boy that had been with him before, when they were helping the old man. Cyril couldn’t recognize the others. Especially not the pink haired kid. Yet, he knew that he went to his school. He seemed around his age, and there was only one or two schools in Trespiano. The beach town was that small. ”And I’m repeating this one here’s question. Who the hell are you?”
Hey, guys, mind if you post longer posts? This is high casual, after all~
Cyril: "It's all Benjamin's fault. In fact, he was telling me the other day how much he loves running. You should give him an extra twenty."
Cyril: "I'm sexier than both of them."

Jk xD
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