Arrosith

Harosith

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a part of Arrosith, by Skwidge.

-Misspelled the name like a pro- Oh well, close enough, just ignore the name since I can't change it.

Skwidge holds sovereignty over Harosith, giving them the ability to make limited changes.
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Harosith

-Misspelled the name like a pro- Oh well, close enough, just ignore the name since I can't change it.

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Harosith is a part of Arrosith.

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Yume Aruku [1] "Reality may be a dreams greatest enemy, but we all must surrender to its cruel ways one day."
Chioko Kaida [1] "You should know by now that nothing is what it seems." ~Overseer of Nature~
Renatou du Saru'dene [1] "How do I feel? I don't."
Rai Hill [1] "Turn up the volume...Can You Hear Me Now?"
Mark K. [1] It's not so bad to be the only one smiling when everyone else has a frown on their face.
Bevan Kearney [1] "Nice to meet you... now stop irritating me."
Olivia Beckett [1] "You're always worth it. Don't ever believe that you're not."
Mizuko Shizue [1] To fail to plan is to plan to fail. ~-Overseer of Water-~
Mark [0] It's not so bad to be the only one smiling when everyone else has a frown on their face.
Rose Fatesign Truth [0] "There is nothing that my blades cannot cut."

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((Added new place. Please remember to put Earth as your location until sacrifices begin!))

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Character Portrait: Rai Hill

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The radio was up very loud. Two young adults at the the back of the car, speaking in low voices to one another. One had an old laptop propped on his lap, one hand splayed across the back to keep the screen up. The laptop had lost its integrity long ago, but it still managed to hold a five hour charge. The younger looking one, a girl, had a book in her hands, and often pointed out things to her older brother. The parents, in the front, looked solemn, but they did exchange words every so often over the blare of radio. The petite woman had a map in her hands, and the tall gangly man was focused on the road, his speckles slid down to the end of his nose.

And there was a third child in the back of the car, the youngest boy. He sat next to the window, his head leaning on the glass. His face was faintly gaunt, it wasn't immediately obvious that whole family wasn't getting enough to eat but for the blonde boy's features.

There was a pen between his fingers, it was an incandescent purple, not his, and he was skating it over a piece of recycled paper, gratifying the grey-brown surface with streaks of bright sparkly purple. As he drew he spoke, and spoke, and spoke. Which was why the radio was so loud. Taylor swift's voice wailed, covering the sound of his unimportant babbling.

"Yesterday I saw this girl walking out in the park with her mother..."

I'll be the prince and...

"There were like eight of them in all different colors...."

love story, baby just say

"and I picked it up off the ground. She still had some of them clenched in her fist..."

Cause we were both young when I first saw you!

"Just the red one, the green one, and the purple one. So I just grabbed the purple one. She didn't notice when she came back to the bench though. It writes real well though, I like it. Shame I didn't get the blue one though. Blues a much better color. it's the color of the sky and the water, and a whole bunch of other things too. Really, it's a nice color. And it's cool, so it's easy on the eyes, and its relaxing. It feels nice to relax..."

Rai managed to fill up the entire space of time between one song and the next with his words. His family wasn't listening, but he didn't seem to notice. Perhaps he was used to it.

They pulled up to the house that, unbeknownst to them, another family had just dropped their son off at not fifteen minutes before. Rai was ejected from the car with little ceremony, but again, he didn't seem to notice. He continued talking to himself about the merits of blue as his family issued half-hearted goodbyes and drove off, turning off the radio and reveling in the blessed silence.

Rai paused for a moment, his red dufflebag, it was only half full, clenched in one fist, and tilted his head back to look at the house. Jeeze. It was sure in a sorry state.

"You don't look to good, Mr. House." He informed it. "But you're really big. Who lives in you? A lot of people? I hope so. But anyway, don't worry, I'll keep you company Mr. House, I can distract you from how worn down you look." The blonde smiled at the building before making his way towards it.

He only had time to pat the side of the house comfortingly a few times, advising it about a few different remedies for being an old house. The door opening made him jump. He'd been so involved in his talking that he hadn't been thinking.

"Hi." He said to the woman who opened the door. But she didn't seem to inclined to talk. It didn't stop him from talking to her though, after she issued her orders about what to do. He asked a few myriad questions about the house and dinner, but he didn't seem to expect any answer, as he continued talking with little break between words.

"Wow this house looks so much better on the inside!" He said, his gaunt face breaking into a grin. "Mr. House, I'm glad you look good on the inside. That's what counts." He patted the railing as he began to climb the stairs. "Maybe we can fix you up on the outside maybe. Then you'd be just like me! Well. Except for the part about being a house. But you know what I mean don't you, Mr. House?"

Rai still didn't seem very fazed about anything, he was in his element speaking to the house. He didn't mind that he'd just been dumped here with little more than a single word in farewell. He didn't seem to mind that he only had a quarter of a duffel bag full of possessions to help him get through this stay. Wait, how long was he even supposed to stay here? Rai didn't know, but he shrugged it off. he was on a high right now, he could talk to his heart's content, and as long as he could do that he was happy. Mostly.

His eyes did look rather wet though, as if his body knew more about what was going on than his mind did. He did manage to find his room though, making a very loud racket as he sought it out through the sheer volume of words he was expelling. Mr. House was a wonderful companion.

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Character Portrait: Chioko Kaida

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The sounds of crickets chirping echoed quietly within the hall, the large glass windows allowing the moon's light to filter down and highlight their design. There was a nervous voice also disturbing the otherwise peaceful and interesting air of the area. A hooting of an owl sounded, and someone's head tilted to the side, their right ear moving just slightly, almost as if they could hear the flutter of the majestic bird descending onto a branch, or even the silent plick of a feather being dislodged and the wind carrying it slightly off course as it drifted down harmlessly towards the earth.

A slender hand propped up a slightly sharp chin, brown waves seemingly cascading past the figure's cheek bones, as if it were the babbling water of a brook, or the smooth current of a gentle breeze. Even if this figure's hair was technically unkempt. There was a faint and pleasing aroma, splashes of gentle red and faint peach, as well as whitish-grey and purple stood out from the gentle brown; flowers of several different kinds, worked into this silhouette's hair.

There were two windows, both large, behind the fem's chair. The moon here too was allowed to seep into the room, washing the entire area with its eerie yet beautiful faint pulses- just like the stars who accompanied it. Yellow-gold eyes, slightly luminescent against the dark lighting of the night, gazed about the room before coming to rest on the woman before her. Her lips were set in a bored fashion, and she blinked listlessly, having absolutely no desire to be here and listen to this young lady drone on about the needs of her hold. The girl picked at a loose thread on her ashen and dull khaki shirt. "As I was saying, my lady, the building needs to be reinforced, and all the gardeners are slacking off in their...." Yes yes, blah blah blah. Indeed, yes, of course. Honestly, I don't care about this building or the bloody nincompoops you call gardeners. Honestly, it's demeaning to have such things in my presence! The fem thought to herself irritably, though keeping her face set in that same fashion.

A bell gently chimed, gradually becoming a bit louder after thirty second intervals. But by the first, her head shot up from her hand, her eyes both contracting and narrowing. She looked about the room, from left to right, then arcing around the entire perimeter and area. T-those sounds. C-could it be? She immediately got up, dark grey flowing behind her as she descended from the steps, her dressings shuffling down before falling to the next step until she reached the bottom. The girl frowned, picking it up and merely tearing the extra fabric off. "M-my lady?" The woman called as soon as she got up. And then she had the audacity to try again, as if she was deaf! "M-my l- what are you doing!? Don't tear that!" She scolded, rushing over to her from her stand.

The fem merely ignored her, her head tilted to the side which caused her hair to drift loosely off her shoulders. She blinked before suddenly rushing off and out into the main corridors, her maid open-mouthed and speechless. "Chi-" but that was all she heard before she disappeared from earshot and sight, rushing outside. Her bare feet hit the soft grass, and this allowed a very tiny smile to play at her lips before she heard the bell once more.

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Character Portrait: Mizuko Shizue

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The sun had just set, the moon hovering just over the horizon. A tall woman, Mizuko Shizue, stood before a window, looking out on the calm sea. It was peaceful for now, and the sound of the waves crashing on the shore could easily be heard. Suddenly another woman quickly approached and she started quickly speaking. Mizuko's light brown hair slowly lifted as if floating in a still pool of water. Abruptly she turned, walking quickly through the wide hallway and down the wide stair, the woman following behind was almost running to keep up with her, still speaking at an alarming rate. Mizuko spoke over her shoulder to the fast-speaking woman, a couple others joining their party as they made their way to another hallway. After a moment, the fast- speaking woman turned and ran the other direction after hearing Mizuko's response. This was repeated with the others as more came to walk with the group, quickly speaking with the tall woman then just as quickly departing after hearing a response.

Finally after walking most of the main hallways of the large keep, the last of her followers ran off. Mizuko sighed with relief. This was how most of her days went, walking around being barraged by questions. She was much better off with running everything smoothly than when she first had this responsibility though. It was funny how several centuries could do that. She used to always feel so swamped. She could completely understand why some of the other books had just disappeared or run away. She sighed again, settling on a small bench snugly fitted in an alcove in the wall. It was only a matter of time until somebody else came and asked another question about something.

Just as she finished this thought, a young woman came quickly walking down the hall, looking in the different alcoves and calling out, Shizue-sama? Mizuko stood, surprising the young woman who almost tripped over her own feet. Mizuko nearly smiled. How entertaining, she said internally, saying out loud, "What is it?" She turned and began walking down the hall, the young woman quickly explaining her question. Suddenly Mizuko felt a strong pulling that seemed to reverberate throughout her entire being. Mizuko abruptly stopped, the young woman crashed into her and fell to the floor. Mizuko took no notice, her hair again beginning to float around her. Again she felt a pull. This time she could feel a direction to the pull. "If that is happening, it must mean..." her sentence abruptly stopped as she turned to the young woman who had just gotten to her feet and was brushing herself off. "Go speak with Harita, child, and let her know she is in charge until I return. I should be back before sunrise."

She turned and quickly strode across the hall, pressing a decorative brick which opened a hidden door. She disappeared through the door and it slid shut after her, the pulling drawing her on.

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Character Portrait: Olivia Beckett

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Olivia quietly stared out of the window of the moving car, concentrated completely on her own thoughts. Her iPod silencing all sound of the outside world, she let her mind drift, thinking about what might be in store for her at this mysterious relative's house. Her father drove their car well past the speed limit as they hurried along, eager to leave their only daughter stuck in some old person home. Olivia was itching to get out her violin and play, she just wanted to forget where she was going.

The car bounced along the road until it pulled to a stop in front of an enormous, old house. Olivia was intrigued by the building. It had it's own beauty for a house that looked to be so old, but that wasn't what was strange. Olivia had a feeling that she wasn't going to have the same boring old summer she'd been expecting, but she shook it off immediately, feeling silly. She grabbed her bags from the trunk and turned to say goodbye.

"Mom, who is this relative i'm staying with again?"
"She's from your father's side, sweety. Did you remember everything? Cell phone and toothbrush?"
"Yes, mom. I remembered."
"Good. Now behave yourself!"

Her mother kissed her on the cheek and returned to her seat in the car. Mr. Beckett waved to his daughter as they sped away, so focused on their trip that they'd left without checking if anyone was even home. Olivia sighed and approached the door, setting her bags down, she was unsure of what she was supposed to expect. She knocked hard, able to hear the echoes of in reverberating in the house. A few moments later the door swung open and an old woman was there to great her. She forced a smile and was about to introduce herself when they woman spoke first.

"Hello, deary. Please please, come in. I'm sure you'll be able to find your room easily. Please stay there until dinner; listen for the bell."
"Alright. Let me just grab my bags..." murmured Olivia.

She bent down to grab them, but as she looked back up she realized that the woman had gone. She wandered upstairs looking for the bedroom the woman had mentioned. Not wanting to disturb anyone Olivia didn't open any of the doors, but the hallway seemed to be filled with an endless amount of rooms. She found an open door on the right about midway down the hallway that was empty of any belongings. Assuming it was her room, she dropped her bags and collapsed on the bed, wondering how the day could get any stranger.

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Character Portrait: Bevan Kearney

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"Did you remember to get your credit card, dear?" "Yes." "What about our plane tickets?" "Yes." This back-and-forth conversation went on between the two adults for awhile as the mother of the family looked over her checklist for the third time. She was often known to be like this, very shaky and a bit paranoid when it comes to big trips that require a lot of planning and organization. The father, however, didn't seem to be nearly as concerned with every little detail as his wife was.

"Bevan, honey, do you still have that piece of paper with the number to our hotel and all the emergency numbers?" A a few seconds it was completely silent in the vehicle as the woman awaited and answer from her oldest son. "Bevan?" More silence. The aqua-haired boy had his head leaning against the cool glass of the window, his half-lidded eyes watching the scenery roll by. He couldn't be bothered to turn off his music for a moment to hear what his mother had said. A sharp jab in his rib cage made him jolt away from the window, one hand covering the offended area as he pulled one of his ear buds out. He glared at the younger boy next to him who had hit him, before turning his attention to his parent.

"Yeah?" Bevan muttered, raising an eyebrow. "Do you still have all the contact numbers I gave y-" "Mhm." The older woman gave him a gentle smile, though it was obvious that she was a bit irritated at his bad manners. Bevan, however, was more than a little irritated at the moment. Why did he have to stay with some dumb relative he'd never met before while his little brother got to go on vacation with his parents? Surely he was old enough by now to stay home alone for a few days. He knew that being old enough wasn't the problem, though. If he were left with full rule over what he did, then he'd either invite a bunch of friends over and wreck the house or go out with a bunch of friends and wreck public property. It didn't help that he'd already ticked his parents off for the week because his friends had broken his little brother's bicycle.

"Alright, we're here!" Bevan was brought back to reality by his dad's announcement, as well as the car jerking to a stop. He looked back out the window at the large, old house before them. It looked like no one had lived there in decades. It didn't help that there was an over-all eerie feeling about the place. "C'mon, we don't have all day, you know." The young boy sighed as his father's demanding tone and nodded, shoving his door open and going around to the trunk. He'd only packed one large suitcase that contained everything he thought he'd need. Much to his mother's despair, he refused to pack another one with extras of everything. While he was reckless, he was decent at keeping all of his stuff together and didn't think he'd lose anything too quickly.

Once he had his bag out and the trunk shut again, his mother got out of the car and stepped around it, wrapping her small arms around the much taller boy. "Be safe, okay, honey? Your grannie should keep you in line just fine. At least, I hope she will. Don't forget to brush your teeth after every meal, alright?" Bevan rolled his eyes, nodding. He made a face when his mother stood up on her tip-toes to give him a peck on the cheek before she returned to the car.

Bevan didn't even stop to wave as the car drove away. He quickly turned on his heel and walked up to the door, pulling his suitcase behind him. As he lifted a hand to knock on the door, it opened, startling him a bit. "Um... hi." He said, putting on a very uncomfortable smile as he looked down at the elderly woman in front of him.

"Hello, deary. Please please, come in. I'm sure you'll be able to find your room easily. Please stay there until dinner; listen for the bell." He nodded and stepped inside, relieved that the inside of the house was much nicer than the outside. After only a few seconds he turned back to ask exactly where his room was, but was surprised to see that the woman who had answered the door was gone.

"Damn old people and their creepy disappearing acts..." Bevan mumbled, tugging his suitcase roughly behind him as he started up the stairs. The woman had been right, though-- it only took him a minute or so before he found a guest room that looked like it had been cleaned up recently. He shut the door behind himself rather roughly, shoving his suitcase aside and going to sit on the ede of the bed closest to the window. There wasn't much to see, though. Mostly the tops of trees and the sun making its way down the sky. After a moment, Bevan felt his stomach rumble and he groaned. Dinner definitely couldn't come any quicker.

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Character Portrait: Renatou du Saru'dene

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From atop of a tall mountain lay a small, one room, buddhist-styled temple. It was a cloudy day, overcast. Blankets of white fog cover the long fall below, a few pebbles descend the great cliff as a tall man walks by, an intricate black eyepatch with a spherical orb latched over it, acting as a sort of pseudo eyeball. It glares slightly in the cloudy weather, blinking once more as the clouds start to darken. The man was tall, wearing a black overcoat, with his dark, silvery highlighted hair rise slightly with the cold breeze. It was freezing but he didn't care, he couldn't feel the discomfort of the chill nipping at his nose. The man keeps his hands in his pockets, He sighs breathing in the evening air, gazing blankly at the scenery ahead of him. A small bird flies below diving into the the white fog.

Soon enough he turns around and head back into his small temple. Inside the interior was just filled with bookshelves, with a table and two small pillows on other side in the middle of the room. Resting on the table was a broken picture frame, the picture inside it distorted because of the broken glass of the frame. He didn't dare fix it. As he walked in, he takes off his overcoat hanging it by a small coat hanger. He takes three books from a shelf, all of the books, including the ones in the bookshelves still, all identical. The same cover, the same material, and even the same author: Renatou du Saru'dene. He swiftly started to skim and write on the paper of each book.

He came outside that moment because he had thought he heard an odd song, he had heard it from the outside of his temple, a sort of call. He was sure of it, there was a sound, something that called to his attention. But no… he felt something more, something purely euphoric and happy, as well as cries of misery, and the chanting of anger. For him to feel all this was not only terrifying (yet ANOTHER useless emotion), but also surprising. His emotions were gone a very long time ago, and yet for them to come back at a random time, this was no coincidence. . There IS a reason for this dilemma, and he was sure that it was time. Quickly after writing into all three of his books, he gets his overcoat and puts it on. He takes a glance at the room, going past the table in the middle going for the centermost bookshelf, going for the centermost book. This book was different from the others, albeit slightly bigger, it was an important to his needs. The last object that he gets is a long katana in its hanging over the middle bookshelf. He takes one last look at the place before turning around and heading outside. The man goes by the edge of the mountain looking down, as emotionless as the mountain itself. He jumps, descending down into the blanket of clouds, a slight whistle of wind being heard as he falls through.

It was time to for him to make his move.

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Character Portrait: Yume Aruku

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The circular room was dimly lit by two black candles held in golden candle holders set into the wall on opposite sides of the room. The room was quite large, about 140 ft around. On the far right side of the room is a wooden writing desk with an ink bottle and a few pieces of blank paper sitting on its surface. Next to it is a tall, wooden book shelve. Only the two middle shelves are filled with leather-bound folders filled with papers that have been written on front and back. In the back of the room is an old, black piano with a light blanket of dust on its surface. The walls and ceiling of the room are completely covered with many shapes and sizes of mirrors, each one reflecting the light of the two lit candles, despite that they all also have a light layer of dust over their glass surfaces. On the left side of the room stands a rather long, wooden wardrobe with unique, undefined carvings around and on the surface of each of the six doors. A few feet from the wardrobe is a wooden staircase that goes around the wall, over the piano, and leads to an upper floor that surrounds the bottom one. In the center of the ceiling hangs a large chandelier made up of black, clear crystals that flicker now and then as it catches the light of the reflecting mirrors. Embedded into the walls of the upper floor are wooden bookshelves, only a few books on each of the shelves that haven't been red in years.

Below, in the center of the room, is a king-size bed draped in red silk curtains. Yume opens her eyes from another dreamless sleep and, pushing the silk curtain aside, steps down onto the wooden floor from her bed stacked with many different sized feathered pillows, but no blankets or covers. The moonlight shone through a large, balcony window on the wall opposite of the wall the piano stood, joining in with the reflected candle light among the mirrors. The Overseer of Dreams had slept once again through the day, which she had been doing often after allowing her servants to return to their homes for a break nearly a week ago. After opening one of the doors on her wardrobe, she clothed herself in a black dress and, opening a door nearly impossible to see due to the mirrors covering it, began to make her way down the stone staircase of the tower. If one were knew to this tower, it would be very easy to loose your footing and step off the edge due to the darkness, falling nearly 30 stories down before landing on the stone floor. But for one who has lived here for two many years to count, it was easy for Yume to know where each and every step was, despite the darkness. She passed a few doors as she got closer to the bottom of the tower where her maids and such would stay along with a door further up for her baiting room, the staircase now illuminated with candles in holders bolted to the stone walls of the tower. Once she reached the bottom, she walked across the stone floor and, unlocking it with a bronze key in which was attached to a silver chain around her neck, opened the large double doors to reveal a long, seemingly endless meadow.

Leaving the doors open, Yume walks down a path in which the grass has been cut while the surrounding grass about knee-high. She lets out a sigh, taking in the night air and sound of the breeze ruffling the grass, the full moon giving the grass an eerie glow. Something about this night felt strange to her. She couldn't quite put her finger on it and the thought puzzled her. As she walked on, the large tower became nothing but a silhouette in the distance and the grassy path grew to the same length as the rest of the field. There was nothing but the meadow all around. No other buildings in the distance or any trees. Just an endless meadow. Suddenly, little golden lights began to float up from the grass, almost light stars. Yume's eyes widened for a split second, then narrowed suspiciously. All around her were the floating lights, rising up into the night sky for quite a while before vanishing. She reached her arm out and softly took hold of one of the lights, the glow feeling soft and warm in her small hand. She gazed at it for a moment, the light reflecting off of her brownish-red eyes before she let it go and float up to the sky with the others. The lights continued to float up around her, the lights could even be seen in the distance.
"So it's begun." She whispers to herself, looking up into the sky as the lights finally started to disappear. "I suppose it is about time..Lets hope this isn't too much trouble."

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Mark set his duffel bag on the twin size bed of his room, which looked like it had just been cleaned recently being as there was no dust anywhere and it seemed rather empty other than his bed, a nightstand, a bookshelf that contained only a few books, and a little table on the far side of the room with a single chair. Everything looked super antique and he noticed when he set his bag down on the bed that the bed must've been a spring mattress. Do stores even make those anymore? He thought to himself, unzipping his bag and pulling out a pair of sneakers and setting them beside the bed. "How old is this place exactly?" He thought to himself out loud as he began to unpack. Since there didn't seem to be a dresser other than the little nightstand, he decided to sort out his folded clothes onto the bookshelf that was against the left side wall by the door. Seven shirts, four pairs of jeans and a pair of shorts, a couple or jackets, and then he kept his boxers and socks in his duffel bag along with his comb, toothbrush, ps3, and other little things he brought along.

He couldn't help but feel excited. It was such an old house and so large. Being the only one here would give him a chance to explore around. Though the old lady had asked him to stay in his room, his curiosity was begging him to go walk around. nooo you'd better give a good impression to this lady. You don't wanna seem like some trouble maker, He thought to himself, shaking his head and sitting himself down on the bed in which it responded with a small sheeeeek. "So old.." Mark mumbled to himself, turning over and crawling to the window above the bed. He looked out, just barely noticing a car pulling away from the house. "That's weird" He said to himself, pressing his forehead against the window but realized he was too far up to see the doorway. "Maybe one of the old lady's friends are over er' something?" He said to himself, blinking a couple of times before turning and leaning his back against the window. "This is seriously going to be a long night.."

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Come on guys =( Why no post? Is sad.

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(Still waiting on Fallen. X.X)

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Yeup. I think this died though ;c Sad face. I dunno if I wanna remake it again though.

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It's be a bummer having to start over from the beginning AGAIN.

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I know right? Because we have to get everyone again. xD I mean, all of our character people disappeared off the face of the earth.

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I took a while to make my second post ^^ but at least I posted. Kinda makes me sad that the rp died though. It's such an awesome plot. You think ppl migh tnotice if we keep talking like this o.O

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I definitely noticed lol. Why does this rp seem so doomed to fail? Maybe third time is the charm?

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I definitely noticed lol. Why does this rp seem so doomed to fail? Maybe third time is the charm? Gah! Why do I keep double posting everywhere??

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Hahaha. Glad you noticed. But we already lost our 'never shut up' character. So that kind of sucks. Maybe third time is a charm. I'll most definitely continue playing Yume. At least I won't have to retype my first post over again though.

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xD Haha, yes. But y'know, it'll be hard to get in to, because I'm in like three other big roleplays atm.

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Yea =( My roleplays haven't been working out so well. But I'm still making characters ^^