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Veraza Winterknight 2 weeks, 4 days ago.
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Beth, so basically we’re resetting again. Only I don’t think we’re done with the old one either.(at least I really really hope not) So I think we’ll have two going at the same time?
(ENFP) Even the word hopeless is not entirely devoid of hope.
so, I’m giving Finley’s and Fawn’s backgrounds, then
Awesome!
characters are like geodes: you must break them to see what they're made of
What’s awesome?
Also. Congratulations on getting into a guild!!
(ENFP) Even the word hopeless is not entirely devoid of hope.
Finley stared out at the old world ruins around her. She touched her head, the tattoo emblazoned on her forehead reminder her of the great sacrifice her friends made to keep the information in side her brain safe.. The information of the Arc Micheal that head transferred to her Elder blood when he died.
The Guardians–Her group of friends brought together by Micheal were dubbed this after they took down the space cruiser Havana over Into so many years ago–were now languishing in Eden’s most terrible prison. Aspen, a young cyborg that had know Micheal before any of them, had died in the Guardian’s struggle against the ruthless d
characters are like geodes: you must break them to see what they're made of
oof, ignore that, the rest will come soon
and thank you! I just noticed it 🙂
characters are like geodes: you must break them to see what they're made of
Finley stared out at the old world ruins around her. She touched her head, the tattoo emblazoned on her forehead reminder her of the great sacrifice her friends made to keep the information in side her brain safe.. The information of the Arc Michael that head transferred to her Elder blood when he died.
The Guardians–Her group of friends brought together by Michael were dubbed this after they took down the space cruiser Havana over Into so many years ago–were now languishing in Eden’s most terrible prison. Aspen, a young cyborg that had know Michael before any of them, had died in the Guardian’s struggle against the ruthless dictator–Eden–who had taken over the whole known world. And Rafael, an even younger Protection Student, had lost his arm in the last battle. Cari–an illegal hacker, but sweet, innocent young woman–was distraught, at Aspen’s death, for he was her hacking partner, but she agreed to let Rafael use Aspen’s metal arm. Finley thought of Harley, her blood brother. He had been just fine when she saw him go from the room he had locked her in to keep her from stopping them, but Eden was just awful. Eden had killed her whole family, leaving her, the weak, useless girl to die in a forest while taking the strong, small boy and integrated him into his Academy for emotionless super soldiers.
Tears fell from her eyes softly and she rested her head against the window pane in front of her.
“I wish you guys were here,” she whispered, her voice crackly from misuse. Finley was alone on that planet, a recluse, scarred by war; no one here spoke to her. She continued to speak through chapped lips, rubbing a new scar that went across the bridge of her nose, “Eden doesn’t dare touch it, and it looks like sunset all the time. Oh, Cari, it looks just like your hair. Rafael could explore everything around him, and he wouldn’t get lost. And Avi would have all that time alone she always wants, and Harley. You would have the biggest sparring ring ever. We could fight all we wanted, settling what little arguments we have with an all out brawl like we always do.”
the tears were falling faster and Finley looked down at the two mecca bands on her arm, one hers that she had stolen a long time ago and sporting a faded blue, and the others–these were much bigger, sliding around on her slender wrists–were Harley’s stolen suit, bright red of the Academy that he had taken them from. She tapped them in a slow march, filling in the tune with humming.
Finley flexed her hands lightly and the gloves of the mecca suit spread over her hands, one her faded denim and the other Harley’s bright cherry red. There was a little symbol painted on the tops of the hands of both suits. A seven pointed star. Six for the Guardians, one for Michael, and all for God.
She stood up, moving away from what her neighbor–a little boy who lived out in the woods–deemed her thinking chair. Finley did indeed think there, she just didn’t want to think about what she had remembered.
As Finley trudged to the kitchen to make herself some Olianci pasta, something triggered her sixth sense. She whipped around, the arms of her blue mecca suit all the way up to the shoulders and the blasters that were at her wrists were fired up and pressurized.
She didn’t bother to call out, her voice wasn’t very fearsome, so she inched back into the main room and looked to see if anyone was there. Nobody. Finley started back towards the kitchen of the old pod, retracting her mecca arms, but the ground underneath her felt unsteady. She looked down, and suddenly, Finley was falling.
characters are like geodes: you must break them to see what they're made of
yeah, no, i’m taking fawn out before she even gets in and keeping Luna. She’s fine with Riley rn, right?
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This reply was modified 4 months ago by
E. Veryone.
characters are like geodes: you must break them to see what they're made of
*tiptoes into thread*
"Though I'm not yet who I will be, I'm no longer who I was."
FLEDGLING YOU’RE BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *tackle hugs*
(ENFP) Even the word hopeless is not entirely devoid of hope.
FLEDGLING!!! *joins tackle hug*
“Scarlet, What are you eating?” ~ “Ghost peppers...” ~ Robin sighed.
@i-david GET OVER HERE FLEDGLING IS BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *hugs tighter*
(ENFP) Even the word hopeless is not entirely devoid of hope.
*tackles over dogpile*
FLEDGE!
characters are like geodes: you must break them to see what they're made of
WHYYYYYYY!?
Great, I have been checking the other thread all day long and… I don’t check my notifications so yeah.
Welp, I guess Tyler doesn’t come back and neither do the twins.
(XNXP I'm not joking)
Lisztomania: A need to listen to music all the time.NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONO.
We’re still continuing the old one!!!
So Tyler will be fine. Right?
I mean, if he’s not in this one that’s fine. But he’ll be fine. RIGHT?
(ENFP) Even the word hopeless is not entirely devoid of hope.
Maybe…. you never can tell… muhahahaha
Ooh! I should put in my other twins!
(XNXP I'm not joking)
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