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Post by arexasaurus on Feb 24, 2022 18:40:02 GMT -5
MISAKI MEOW JUSTICE
daughter of mochi and mini-max
Meow pouted lightly, "But I didn't mean for it to be rude!" She was out here to have a good time and now Tsubi and Ori were mad at her. It's not her fault that Jang wasn't answering his phone. It's not like what she said was wrong. Nor were they just ignoring her, maybe that was what their problem was with her statement? It hadn't been a specifically Tsubaki issue. It was an everyone issue.
"I'm saying they're on a date, not that they're mad at Tsubi." The young cyborg muttered to herself as she stalked over to her suit. As she got dressed, she continued her argument within her thoughts, but knew it wasn't worth fighting with any of them over. She would be proven correct when Jang finally resurfaced after his little date with Caliban. She would ignore her cousin if she was on a date. Though, not if it was a team thing. But just a text from Tsubaki would definitely be ignored.
Once she was ready, she shot a grin at Freddie, "First one to Jang's?" Without waiting for a response, she was gone as soon as the words were out of her mouth. Sure, they were supposed to be working as a team, but a little friendly competition was good for bonding. Promoted challenging each other and working hard to get better at their jobs. Or something like that, Meow was really just using that as an excuse to race Freddie.
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Post by arexasaurus on May 24, 2022 19:14:50 GMT -5
Roan Micaiah Hood
son of maid marian and robin hood
At the sound of her cries, Roan’s anxiety froze to ice. He would not fall apart today, that was her burden to bear. She could break, and he would be the one to keep her standing. Quickly, he wrapped his arms around her and gave her support. “We can do this.” He said softly, reminding her that she wasn’t going to be alone in this mess. They had done this together, though surely it had been his fault somewhere along the line that led to this.
“If they find out, I’ll take the blame.” He soothed her hair, staying careful not to brush through the curls. As hurt as she was, he couldn’t tell her that he would die for her. The idea of more death would not be a comfort, so he had to find a more positive outlook. Roan could see the plan play out easily. He was the son of Robin Hood, of course he could escape the country’s jail. Breaking out before his trial date could even be set would be expected. No one would be surprised that he got out, only that he got arrested for it in the first place. “I’ll take the blame, it’s my fault after all. You will not be titled a kinslayer.”
He leaned down, resting his foreheads against her’s, “I can escape from punishment, I can leave and sneak back in, but this is the worst case scenario.” That was an important reminder: they wouldn’t have to go to such lengths so long as they remained in control of the story. “Your father was sick and succumbed to his illness. That’s it. Long live the king. You had nothing to do with it,” Roan pushed the idea, his voice low but steady. Rhiannon would come out clear of this, he would make sure of it.
Even if it did end with his demise.
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Post by arexasaurus on May 24, 2022 20:50:31 GMT -5
Astra Helena Arendelle-Nattura
daughter of elsa and honeymaren
“I have Iver!” Astra smiled as she leaned down to pet the little white reindeer. He was really a sweetheart, Emilia should know better than to leave him wandering around. It wasn’t like he was Sven Jr. The youngest Arendelle had seemed to forgotten this.
While she had heard the crash, it wasn’t until she realized who was responsible for the noise that it registered. “Oh! Oh, what’s Emilia done now? Do you need help?” She wasn’t about to leave the little princess alone to get scolded by her brother. Surely it wouldn’t be too bad, Emilia wasn’t a terror. Just clumsy, and forgetful.
Astra looked up when the girl beside her cleared her throat. Right. There was something else they had to deal with as well. Without waiting for her cousin’s response, Astra handed the phone to Aisha and started walking away. The older girl raised her arm to the sky and, seemingly started speaking to herself, “Gale, sweetie, can you find Emilia and Agnarr?”
The wind picked up quickly and faded just as fast, rushing through the school. Aisha internally groaned and followed behind her at a distance. She sighed into the phone and begun with a mildly polite, “Hello, Agnarr.” As always, Aisha hid her true feelings behind a mask of manners and kindness. It was an easy routine she fell into seamlessly after years of practice.
“I was going to ask where you were, so that we could talk,” the Arabian princess continued, following Astra down the hallways of one of the school buildings. “But it seems like whatever invisible yet sentient force your cousin is following already knows.” Aisha wasn’t sure how she kept her tone neutral as she explained the situation. To her, Astra seemed like a crazy woman talking to air. Luckily, she knew Astra well enough to know the older girl wasn’t crazy, though eccentric could apply fairly well. “Seems to me that we’ll be to you quickly.”
As much as she wanted to hang up dramatically, she did not, because that would’ve been rude.
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