Kimmi

“Hello there.”

Leana gave a quick screech in start, and swung around. Her hands fisted together, swinging too, hopefully bruising whatever infernal male-

Thunk. Her hands hit a helmet,. “Owww…” She growled, gritting her teeth. She glanced down at her hands while recoiling backwards. Leana’s eyes hurriedly looked up. Her heart thundered. He did…[Read more]

@ethan-leonard

Hi! A pleasure to meet you!

Sure! Con sounds really cool. I wonder what his story is… since he’s Mandolorian. <3

But… you’d have to drop into Group 1? Or they might all fall into the same room, again, at some point.

Group 1 is in a hotel, at the moment? Leana just appeared…[Read more]

@this-is-not-an-alien

I apologize for every inappropriate joke Alessio made while Nithel was gone XDD

*nervous smile*

*bows to you/puts hand on heart*

Ok!! That’ll be fun, she’s Nithel’s daughter, she will once again restore stability, level-headedness and *reads bio* welp they’re all gonna die.

*actually laughs*
Yeah… 😄
Most likely, yes, th…[Read more]

Oh!

She has on a simple blouse, a brown colour that’s not dark but also not light. She’s also wearing a thick, woolen, navy skirt, as well. Its folds are loose, and easy-enough to move/ride in, but it falls to just above her ankles. Both items are likely dirty, with leaves, twigs, and maybe a few blood stains.

She wears a necklace, made from a…[Read more]

Hi guys! *waves shyly* Long time no see!
(Thurston Howell the III… very well done… dx)

Leana reined up beside the field hospital, and swung from the saddle. She tripped toward the tent, passing the reins to a solider. Her thighs ached, and her cheeks were rosy from the cool wind. But when she pulled back the tent flap, intending to report…[Read more]

Never mind! I’m caught up… basically…

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Nithel: Nithel’s been lost… somewhere… I think I’ll pull him out? For the moment?
I’ll bring in Nithel’s eldest child.

This is Leana. She’s sixteen.
She loves her family with everything in her. A good cook/housekeeper/farmer… But she’s also bold, impetuous, and can loose her temper when she…[Read more]

*waves* Hi!

Could I… maybe be brought up to speed on what’s happened in the castle?
(Sorry! I get if no one has time. I… disappeared for a long while.) dx

Nithel didn’t like Sherlock. Something about him grained on his chest. The lack of deference or respect for everyone else, but himself. But he knew the Star Breather loved him, so he chose love him as well, to wonder why he was what he was, even if Nithel didn’t like him. But, does the Star Breather really love this Sherlock? Does He really love…[Read more]

“After me punks! Never bet against a ranger when death is on the line!” He whooped and dove into the mirror with- Accept your greed and selfishness.

Nithel’s chest tightened, but he jumped up, (snatching the cloth if blind man left it), and dove through after him.

All had to enter now, and the walls were literally closing in. No time to thi…[Read more]

“You remind me of someone I used to know…” Someone spoke, not loudly, but not in a whisper. “Nathair, at your service.”

Nithel glanced over his shoulder, brows quirked. Is he speaking to me? ‘Snake’ or ‘Serpent’ was looking at Nithel; Nithel wondered about the parents, that would name their child such. Nithel nodded to him, slowly. “Nithel,…[Read more]

@this-is-not-an-alien

*hugs gratefully through screen, for a bit* I’m alright!
How are you doing, Shada? (:

The blind man was trying to get the strange substance out of one of his feet. Nithel’s feet still burned from all the sharp dust in them, but the man had a large sliver. Like a piece of metal. And he was bleeding quite a bit.

“Ya’know what. I’m just gonna go with the one nearest me.” He said and stretched out his leg, more blood leaked from th…[Read more]

*waves shyly* Hi everybody!

Nithel was just… so done. He put two fingers on his forehead and stared at the three mirrors.

Accept your unforgiveness and vengefulness.

Accept your anger and wrath.

Accept your greed and selfishness.

The first and last caused no fear in him. None at all. The second did… as he thought of times in battle where uncontrollable rage had…[Read more]

😄
Thanks.
AND HE REALLY DOESN’T. HE’S NEVER SEEN GLASS BEFORE. He didn’t know! And now his feet- Ayyyyy. My boy…

Though… you all’s characters are pretty smart, in their own ways, too…

I really like your new tagline!
I’ve been thinking about changing mine… *strokes chin thoughtfully*

*Nithel jumped back when the giant cart zoomed up and almost careened into the blind man. He didn’t know whether to bolt, or stay, and the glass dust still stung his feet.

The blind man shouted and waved his stick more.

Nithel’s eyes widened. Wait… They were on a road? “We’re… out of the building…” He whispered.

“Getting out of the pile of glass would be a wonderful start punk.” The man shook his shirt, and larger chunks of the shiny stuff fell from his shoulders and hit the floor with tings or cracks. “I sure don’t want to fall face first in it.”

So the glittery stuff was ‘glass’. Nithel’s brow furrowed, and he debated leaving the wall to walk towar…[Read more]

It felt like a needle was being jabbed into Nithel’s side as he raced- But he missed it. He missed it! The strange cart had zoomed past two seconds before he made it. Nithel almost threw himself off the roof, in a vain attempt to land on top, but skidded to a stop. He would miss. His bones would break on the tile below, or he’d be skewered by a…[Read more]

Thank you! <3