What are they crossing over with????
Words.
... You want to be my potato?
Just finished The Familiar of Zero </3
A quest has been issued! Who will answer the call?
Roslind received barely a wink of sleep. She couldn't trust this strange man that insisted on following her. He was either a liar or a thief -- possibly both -- and that was no company to keep. However, no matter how hard she tried to lose him the day before, he still kept chasing after her; insisting on being her protection. Tch. She needed to protection. All he's managed to do so far is exhaust her horse and prevent her from sleeping. Chivalry may not be dead, but she wished he was. At the very least, she was thankful that he had not tried to pull anything on her. All he had done so far was slow down her travels. Being raised in the church didn't make her helpless. If he tried anything, he would surely regret it. She sat up, dusting off her cloak. Sleeping on dirt was never fun, but it was a must in order to remain discrete. A priestess traveling by herself -- or with a strange nobleman-thief-liar -- would draw attention. The practitioners of the temple never traveled in groups less than three. Inn's were out of the question. Roslind rested her hands on her hips and stared down at the man asleep on the ground. It would have been easiest to just leave him behind once he had succumbed to sleep, but she had a feeling he would still go looking for her. ⁅Get up,⁆ she kicked at his leg, ⁅If you insist on escorting me to Eastborne, you should at least be ready to leave at dawn.⁆ Roslind glowered at him for a moment, then turned back to her horse to prep for the journey. Eastborne was still a few day's ride from here. Wouldn't it have been faster to deliver the message by air? Birds can fly faster than horses can run, and there is less obstacles in their way. Her sharp blue eyes slid in the direction of the man and she frowned. There was no doubt about it. Birds definitely had it easier. ⁅I would like to reach the halfway point by nightfall if possible. Do try to keep up.⁆ Roslind finished packing the saddlebag and climbed onto her steed's back. ⁅Let's go, Maldar.⁆ She clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth, and the horse took off. Roslind didn't bother to check if Marcus was following. It would be better if he didn't. The mission was given to her in private. It needed to stay that way. She had no intentions of sharing the details of her journey with him, nor had she even given him her name.
Roslind received barely a wink of sleep. She couldn't trust this strange man that insisted on following her. He was either a liar or a thief -- possibly both -- and that was no company to keep. However, no matter how hard she tried to lose him the day before, he still kept chasing after her; insisting on being her protection. Tch. She needed to protection. All he's managed to do so far is exhaust her horse and prevent her from sleeping. Chivalry may not be dead, but she wished he was. At the very least, she was thankful that he had not tried to pull anything on her. All he had done so far was slow down her travels. Being raised in the church didn't make her helpless. If he tried anything, he would surely regret it. She sat up, dusting off her cloak. Sleeping on dirt was never fun, but it was a must in order to remain discrete. A priestess traveling by herself -- or with a strange nobleman-thief-liar -- would draw attention. The practitioners of the temple never traveled in groups less than three. Inn's were out of the question. Roslind rested her hands on her hips and stared down at the man asleep on the ground. It would have been easiest to just leave him behind once he had succumbed to sleep, but she had a feeling he would still go looking for her. ⁅Get up,⁆ she kicked at his leg, ⁅If you insist on escorting me to Eastborne, you should at least be ready to leave at dawn.⁆ Roslind glowered at him for a moment, then turned back to her horse to prep for the journey. Eastborne was still a few day's ride from here. Wouldn't it have been faster to deliver the message by air? Birds can fly faster than horses can run, and there is less obstacles in their way. Her sharp blue eyes slid in the direction of the man and she frowned. There was no doubt about it. Birds definitely had it easier. ⁅I would like to reach the halfway point by nightfall if possible. Do try to keep up.⁆ Roslind finished packing the saddlebag and climbed onto her steed's back. ⁅Let's go, Maldar.⁆ She clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth, and the horse took off. Roslind didn't bother to check if Marcus was following. It would be better if he didn't. The mission was given to her in private. It needed to stay that way. She had no intentions of sharing the details of her journey with him, nor had she even given him her name.
So i've been watching The Familiar of Zero, and it is killing me. Last night i finished season one (had 3 episodes left from day before), all of season two, and most of season three (3 episodes left). Season two finale had so many feels, omf. Not ready for it to end after season four.
Jerome! Don't suggest more than one thing. That's just confusing. And omf, you guys ...
I thought it would be fun to make a Dating Sim Interactive Story for the Playground, but I can't really decide on what genre, i.e: School / Slice of Life Boy Band / Girl Group Ninja Sports Group etc. Open to suggestions, also would like a vote on what everyone likes best.
Accepted.
I asked the others to add you to the skype group, but everyone seems unable to because you made a new account(?). If you could message me at some...
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Not necessarily, but that is a good question. Some of the angels have limits on the number of children they had, but most it doesn't matter if...
I wanted to purchase a new anime, so I would have something fresh to watch; then I saw Eden of the East and said fuck everything and bought that instead. Yay Soul Eater ~
Everyone is accepted. Angel slots are filled. Only accepting Nephilim from here on out.
Spoiler: The Haul Spoiler: Swim Free! Spoiler: Mokona Baby <3
Yooooooooooo. Spoiler: Sup KHV? Spoiler: Kimono Spoiler: T-Shirt Creativity hurrhurr Spoiler: BUTTONSSSSSSSS
It's not like a scratch or tickle in my throat. It doesn't really need coating. It's because of the swollen lymph nodes in combination with the ear infection that my throat hurts when I swallow. It isn't even every day which is the weird part. The swelling doesn't go down, but one day it doesn't hurt and the next it is off the charts with the pain levels.
