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“What did he do?”


“He betrayed the tribe, Emrys. The Tomorrow Kings exiled him with permission from the Tribunal. Hence, the mask covering his face. It is to signify shame.”


“I know. So he is exiled. Problem solved. I do not see why I am here, Malina.”


The woman turns her gaze towards the man lying on his stomach. Donned with a fur-lined leather coat with a removable hood and other thick clothing, He was staring through the pair of white binoculars, which was already being covered with a blanket of snow. The inside of his coat was sheepskin. She’d worn it before when she was cold, like she is now. She scoffs with jealousy, and returns her attention to the walking figure ahead.


“We do not call you ‘The Hunter’ without a reason.” She replies soon after.


“I am known as ‘The Hunter’ merely because I am adapted to my surroundings, as everyone should be, and I hunt others. However, I do not indulge in any of the violent ways you have taught me. Remember, I am one of the Tomorrow Kings also, not just one of the Hunters. I must follow their own rules.” He explains, lowering the binoculars before peering through them once more.


“You do not even kill. I’d expect that you did by now.” She sighs.


“And what ever do you mean by that?” Emrys turns.


“Your family. You do not know who caused their death. Normally, people of our tribe, and most likely all these outsiders, would have a bloodthirsty revenge in their hearts. You do not seem to show it or possess it.” She reaches into her bag.


“And with good reason. If my mind was set on that path, I would become the person who killed my family. I do not feel inclined to be that.” Emrys eyes her.


“Well, it’s time you do.” Malina says as she shoves a scoped rifle into his arms.


Emrys blinks in a confusing manner as he lowers him down from the snow bank, gazing at the rifle. Malina follows him, and begins rummaging through her duffel once more.


“Did the Head Triber approve of this? Where did you even get this rifle? I’ve never seen the like.” Emrys holds the rifle awkwardly.


“He’s missing.” Malina says. “And please, I am known as ‘The Scavenger’. I find these things. Just another rifle. Old one, at least.”


“Finders keepers is the phrase, I believe.” He hands the rifle to her. “I will not kill him. The Hunters drown themselves in murder. I do not, despite my occupational status in the group.”

“Listen, you phenomenal coward.” Malina pins him to a tree trunk. “Things have changed. You are on strict orders to discover the identity of the murderer who has your family’s blood on your hands. And once you do, you are to permanently remove him from the face of the Earth. Justice is always served within the Tribe, and you know that.”


“Justice does not involve killing.” Emrys fires back.


“The Tribe’s sense of justice is unquestionable. Do not be a smartass and question it, Kilalurak.” She hisses. “Right now, I am to train you and make you into something different. You are going to live up to your title, and you will do so accordingly within this week. Is that clear?”


“...Give me the rifle.” Emrys wiggles out of her grip, and takes the rifle from her hands.


“I’m assuming you’ll want me to wear the mask.” Emrys says as he climbs up the snow bank.


“Yes. Time to bring fear in your enemies followed by a metal bullet or a cold blade.” She says, looking up at him as she grins.


“Better if you had both.”


Emrys removes a mask from his coat. Completely made of bone, including teeth and antlers, the mask was Emrys’ ‘alter ego’. All tribespeople within the Hunters must have one of their own, mainly to conceal their own identity and to bring fear in their victims. Emrys sets the mask gently on the snow before setting the rifle onto the top of the snow bank. He pulls the bolt back on the rifle, and slides a bullet into the chamber, slamming the bolt back in place.


The man was still not out of sight. It seemed that he was waiting for someone, but constantly walked towards the edge of the forest as if contemplating escape. There would be no escape for him while he was alive. The only way out would be death, as Malina would have put it.


Emrys sighs and gazes down the scope. He feels a hand pressing against his back, and realizes that Malina was lying close to him, making sure he was doing what he was supposed to do. She was also cold, and holding Emrys close to her would be the only warmth she’d receive from the snowy hour. Oh, did she wish she had that coat.


Emrys’ eyes watches as the crosshairs of the scoped rifle fall upon the figure’s head.


“Violent?” He asks. What choice did he have?


“Stupid question.” She says, pulling herself closer for warmth.


Emrys lowers his rifle slightly and re-adjusts his scope. As soon as the cross fell upon the man’s kneecap, Emrys fires. It wasn’t long before the lingering figure fell to the ground, writhing in pain as he calls out in agony.


Malina releases her grip on Emrys, allowing him to pull up the neoprene lower face mask up over his mouth. He quickly dons his custom mask and pulls his hood over his head. Emrys rises and steps over the snowbank while he slings the rifle across his back. Malina watches him as Emrys approaches the figure.


While he made his slow walk to the fallen man, Emrys could not help but wonder why he was doing this. Of course, he could leave both the Tomorrow Kings and the Hunters, and perhaps find his own way on discovering the identity of his family’s murderer. Instead, he chose this path; The path of supposed justice within the tribe. What good would come out of this? He knew that he could do this some other way. So why continue doing this?


He ends his train of thought as he came to the man. Removing the mask that was covering the man’s face, he widens his eyes. The Head Triber was lying before him with a broken kneecap. The man who was practically a second father to him, if not a supposed relative, lies broken and knocking on Death’s door.


“Just do it…” The Head Triber mutters, pushing himself up as he painfully settles himself on his knees.


Blood pierces the snow with its colorful drops. His knee was bleeding profusely, and Emrys could not comprehend the fact that the Head Triber knew it was him: Emrys.


Without hesitation, Emrys removes a black metal bar from his coat. Flicking it, he retracts a long blade from the bar. It wasn’t even a second before the blade slams into the side of the Head Triber’s neck.


Malina smirks as she watches from afar. Emrys had lowered the Head Triber onto the snow, and had slid the blade back into his coat. She sighs in relief and joy as she climbs over the bank, walking out to meet him halfway.


Emrys again could not help but think as he makes his way back to Malina. Different emotions were surging through his body. Adrenaline pumps through his veins as he takes each step. His first murder. The first animal of the hunt. He clenches his fists as he approaches Malina. Rage was in him now, and Malina was to face all of that.


But he relaxes his hands.


He realizes that it was not rage of mistrust and cowardice, but the rage of the moment of killing. He was angry, obviously. But at what?


He was furious that the murder did not give him that much satisfaction. It did not please him as much as he wanted it to. He wanted more. His path was set. And for he who walks it shall endure happiness and joy, whether it be sinful or just.

Emrys Kilalurak, The Hunter
Not part of the Wasteland Chronicles. This is another plot that's really for anyone. Malina and Emrys are my characters, and I hope to be able to post more stories, preferrably Emrys' journal entries.

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1.This survey gets a little personal, can you handle it?
 Most likely.

2. If you married the last person you texted, what would your last name be?
 It'd probably still be my own last name.

3. Were you happy when you woke up today?
 Yes. Formal dress today for mass. (Not Catholic but enjoys formal dress)

4. When were you on the phone last? And with who?
 My dad. About 4 hours ago.

5. What are you excited for?
 For the school week to end. We end Thursday this week, thank god.

7. Honestly, who was the last person to tell you they love you?
 My teacher since I helped her on something that no one else would do for her.

8. What’s the last thing you put in your mouth?
Some ice cream. Think it was mint chocolate.

9. Have a best friend?
 Yes, I do. We actually discussed what our best friend group would be led by, since it's practically a posse. I was nominated c: We shall see.

10. Are you scared to fall in love?
 Yes.

11. Do you think teenagers can be in love?
 Yes, I do, on occasion.

12. Last person you wanted to punch in the face?
 Some narcissistic garbage named Ajith.

13. What time is it right this second?
 7:22:56 pm.

14. What do you want right now?
 To not do this flipping Chemistry homework.

15. Who was the last person you took a picture with?
 A group of freshmen girls and guys since I decided to photobomb them. They were all couples, and I couldn't resist torturing my fellow froshmates c;

16. Are you single/taken/heartbroken/or confused?
 Single, heartbroken, and confused.

17. When was the last time you cried?
 Two days ago.

18. Do you have a good relationship with your parents?
 Yes.

19. Do you find it hard to trust others?
 Yes.

20. How fast does your mind change?
 It depends.

21. I bet you miss somebody right now.
 Doesn't everyone?

22. Can you honestly say you’re okay right now?
 No, I'd be lying.

23. Why do you think so many people cheat?
 Because everyone's an idiot.

24. Tell me what’s on your mind?
 A new story.

25. What are you looking forward to in the next three months?
 Let's see...Halloween, pool party, Sherlock, Doctor Who...typical stuff.

26. Have you ever worn the opposite gender’s clothing?
 My sister once dressed me up as a girl when I was little.

27. When did you last talk to your number 1 top friend?
 Today.

28. When is your next road trip?
 I don't know.

29. Do you have someone of the opposite gender you can tell anything to?
 No.

30. How’s your heart?
 Broken, tattered, burned, and just barely surviving. Medically I'm fine.

31. Have you ever felt like you weren’t important?
 A hundred times over, yes.

32. Do you think somebody’s in love with you?
 I don't know. Perhaps.

34. Next time you will kiss someone?
 I don't know.

35. Have you told anybody you loved them today?
 No.

36. Who do you not get along with?
 Family. Friends at school.

37. What does your recent text say?
 "I'm sorry."

38. What are you wearing right now?
 Black jeans and a green t-shirt.

39. You’re locked in a room with the person you last kissed, how is it?
 Awkward.

40. When’s the last time you had a grilled cheese?
 Beginning of summer. My sister and I made them.

41. What’s your favorite boy and girl name right now?
 Boy = Armand
 Girl = Donna

42. How did you feel when you woke up?
 Headache. 

43. Do you wish someone would call or text you right now?
 Yeah, I do.

44. Do you crack your knuckles?
 Yes.

45. What were you doing yesterday at midnight?
 Taking a walk. I do so every night.

46. What are your LEGAL initials?
 DYU

47. Who’s the first B in your contacts?
 Don't have a B in my contacts.

48. When was the last time you laughed really hard?
 About January of this year.

49. Your number 1 top friend walks out of your life, do you go after them?
 No. I've gotten accustomed to people walking out of my life. Most likely better for them.

50. Explain your last awkward moment?
 Formal dress today, meaning formal shoes. Formal shoes, at least mine, are slippery. I tried to stand up and I slid, but I caught my balance. Needless to say I can cross my legs really well and then come back up again while standing. 

51. Are you afraid of the dark?
 No. I like the dark.

52. Do you have good vision?
 Somewhat.

53. Have you ever tripped someone?
 Yes.

54. Have you ever slapped someone?
 Yes.

55. Are you Irish?
 No.

56. Do you use chap stick?
 No.

57. Do you have any scars?
 Yes. One under my jaw.

58. Is there someone you will never forgive?
 How can you forgive anyone else if you don't forgive yourself?

59. Are you dating the person you last held hands with?
 No.

60. Name the last person to text you?
 No. 

61. Would you marry someone 8 years older than you?
 No.

62. Can you go in public looking like you do?
 Yes.

63. Have you ever kissed someone whose name started with a A?
 No.

64. What side of the bed do you sleep on?
 Right.

65. What's the first thing you'll do on your wedding day?
 There is no wedding.

66. Do you fall for people easily?
 No. But I seem to let people go easily.

67. Has anyone put their arms around you in the past 5 days?
 Yes. Hugs.

68. Do you miss the way things used to be?
 Of course.

69. Song you're thinking of right now?
 Everything You Ever - Dr. Horrible's Sing-a-long Blog, and Constant Conversations - Passion Pit

70. Want someone back in your life?
 Most definitely.

71. Will tomorrow be better than yesterday?
 No.

72. What's the color of the shirt you are wearing?
 Green.

73. Who was the first friend that you had?
 Crystal. Pre-K.

74. Does it bother you when someone lies to you?
 Oh, yes.

75. Is there anyone who understands your relationship status?
 No.

76. Are you a naturally happy person? Or is your happiness forced?
 Depends. Mostly now, forced.

77. Is there anyone you wish would fall in love with you?
 Yes.

78. What do you wear when you sleep?
 Undershirt. Pajama pants.

79. Are you obsessed with something right now?
 Yes.

80. The first person you loved is?
 No comment.

81. Something terrible happened with you?
 Yes.

82. You are locked up with someone you love, what happens?
 Solitary corner. Depends, really.

83. If you could wish something, what would it be?
 Blink teleport, and things to be back as they were before...when they were better.

84. Ever forced someone to do something?
 Yes.

85. When you are alone, what do you think about?
 Everything that's happened.

86. How was your first kiss?
 A bad memory.

87. What’s your favorite music genre?
 Varies. Too many to list. Nothing heavy metal or rap, however.

88. Are you going to tag people to do this?
  No.

  • Mood: Suffering
  • Listening to: Constant Conversations - Passion Pit
  • Reading: [Dealing with problem]
  • Watching: [Dealing with problem]
  • Playing: [Dealing with problem]
  • Eating: Japanese Soda Candy
  • Drinking: Water
The Dominoes Fall
August 24, 2066
Sunday, 2:24 pm [Past]
Unknown Area 


        There was absolutely no need for the opulent-designed hallway interior. Symbols of the corporation were embedded in the red curtains that hung from somewhere near the high ceiling. Windows followed ever so often between each curtain, allowing sunlight to blast through with its refreshing and radiant glow. Red-colored carpet covered the marble floor, which was layered on each of the seven floors of the complex. There was no hallway or room to walk into without seeing a guard, who dressed in black and red armor pieces, remained as still as the walls themselves, and only rose their hand to their forehead upon seeing someone of a higher stature.

        Such scenery of military and fashion was already behind the masked man, who had turned away from the bright-red curtains, bathed in the warm sunlight which shone from the windows, and watched as each guard he passed raise their stiff hand right above their eyebrows.
The only scenery that mattered was the sight of the leader who'd greet him in yet another lavish room filled with unnecessary curtains and windows.

        Make that two men. And add on some more ridiculous red-and-black-themed interior pieces. He could barely feel the warmth of the men's hands through his own gloved hands. Greetings. Introductions. How-Do-You-Do's. Then, jump right along to the sleep-bringing fabric seats and the hundred-dollar scotch. There was no seat for him. But he listened anyways:

        "I know you just returned from Bolivia and you must be quite exhausted." The Head-Of-It-All said. 

        "And we must apologize for not offering you a seat or this delicious drink." The Know-It-All added.

        "Yes, we are quite sorry for that. But we have good reason", The Head-Of-The-Snake continued, "You are to be immediately transported to California, near the former San Francisco area, otherwise known as the Reformed Land. There's a little town there that has been in our control for some time. Now, it's in the hands of a raider group, who sadly eliminated our men and took their gear. A-"

         "Town thought it was enough, and they fought back when they allied with the raiders." The Geek-Who-Should-Shut-Up interrupted.

        "Yes, yes." The God once again continued. "As I was saying, you are the only one that knows that town well, which in turn makes you the perfect one that can wipe out the townsfolk and raiders quietly without raising any attention from the nearby factions. That's all you have to do before sundown. Then you can return and have your reward and rest. There's already a gunship waiting outside."

        The man nodded as he turned around sharply, and headed for the door, his black frock coat trailing behind him.

        "Hold on a minute." 

        The man turned his head slightly, enough to see the black-beaked face mask which had a red stripe run down and cross one of the eyeholes. 

        "Be wary of the city of Oasis. You met your...enemy there. Send them a message." The Creator said.

        The man grunted in acknowledgement, and tipped his red-laced and black colored tricorn hat at the two gentlemen. He adjusted his frock coat, allowing the sight of the inside of his coat, which was, what a surprise, red. A variety of bandoleers, straps, buttons, and gear rested on his armored person, and was soon again hidden by the guise of his coat as he stepped back into the past scene.


        Absolutely unnecessary. 


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The Dominoes Fall
August 30, 2066
Saturday, 7:49 pm [Present]
Oasis [Capital City of the Feroxi Dominion]


        No survivors. Blood everywhere. Decomposing bodies. Leaked footage. Turn your child away from the screen.

        Lucas could see the headlines of the news channels now as he walks through the main boulevard of a once small yet bustling town. He isn't able to walk five feet without stepping over rubble, blood, and bodies. 

        Eleven.

        He screams 'eleven' in his mind as he passes the eleventh corpse of a child. This one was a boy, no more than eight; still clutching onto his mummy's hand. Severed hand.

        The FFT, or Feroxi Forensics Team, had determined that the massacre had occurred at least a week before. A runaway fugitive from Eloy Prison Center had arrived at the town, hoping to hitch a ride. He only lasted five feet before he vomited. A set of ripped-out eyes were gazing up at him as they rested peacefully on a mutilated and beheaded body. Feroxi Border Patrol picked him up soon after that, and found him begging to return to the safety of Eloy Prison Center. That was when Lucas stepped into the scene.

        The smell was inconceivably disgusting. A regular gas mask would not last in the invisible fog of the corpse-smell. Lucas did not care for the smell. He had been here for several hours already, taking pictures of the murderer's actions, how he worked, and where could he have gone. So far, the location of their Jack the Ripper was unknown, but a trusted associate in the Feroxi Border Patrol notified Lucas of an interesting find.

        The FBP associate leads him to the middle school, where they hastily walk down the freshly-painted corridors. The red was an interesting addition to the white walls of the hallways. Although it seemed that the painter was not finished with his work, and instead sloppily flicked his paintbrush against the walls, leaving a bloody mess.

        No words are exchanged. What is there to say? They approach the gym. The painter was here. He seems to love red. They reach the back, where the stage is located. The FBP member points to a banner raised high and proud. It states: 

        "Recreating Our Diligence Level."

        School assembly. Doesn't seem to be an interesting find. However, the painter left his mark there too. He traced a few of the letters in his popular color: blood red, making sure it spelled out something. It turned the banner into a masterpiece, and could only leave Lucas and soon-to-be-involved Sinis some thoughts:


"REcreating Our DiligenCE LeveL"


        Something hangs above the banner. It was covered in red. 


Twelve.
Red
I am now back on track somewhat. Forgive me for not writing for practically the majority of the summer. I could not think of anything to write, and of course, issues came up. However, I'll try to write up some more entries, as this plot that I just started appeals to me greatly. 

Treat yourself with this story, and expect many more in the future.


Enjoy.
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I have dreams and goals to become a writer, for words put into good writing are formed in its odd and fascinating complexity. And I have a passion for literature and Shakespeare. Do hope that my future contains at least a successful career in writing.
Interests

1.This survey gets a little personal, can you handle it?
 Most likely.

2. If you married the last person you texted, what would your last name be?
 It'd probably still be my own last name.

3. Were you happy when you woke up today?
 Yes. Formal dress today for mass. (Not Catholic but enjoys formal dress)

4. When were you on the phone last? And with who?
 My dad. About 4 hours ago.

5. What are you excited for?
 For the school week to end. We end Thursday this week, thank god.

7. Honestly, who was the last person to tell you they love you?
 My teacher since I helped her on something that no one else would do for her.

8. What’s the last thing you put in your mouth?
Some ice cream. Think it was mint chocolate.

9. Have a best friend?
 Yes, I do. We actually discussed what our best friend group would be led by, since it's practically a posse. I was nominated c: We shall see.

10. Are you scared to fall in love?
 Yes.

11. Do you think teenagers can be in love?
 Yes, I do, on occasion.

12. Last person you wanted to punch in the face?
 Some narcissistic garbage named Ajith.

13. What time is it right this second?
 7:22:56 pm.

14. What do you want right now?
 To not do this flipping Chemistry homework.

15. Who was the last person you took a picture with?
 A group of freshmen girls and guys since I decided to photobomb them. They were all couples, and I couldn't resist torturing my fellow froshmates c;

16. Are you single/taken/heartbroken/or confused?
 Single, heartbroken, and confused.

17. When was the last time you cried?
 Two days ago.

18. Do you have a good relationship with your parents?
 Yes.

19. Do you find it hard to trust others?
 Yes.

20. How fast does your mind change?
 It depends.

21. I bet you miss somebody right now.
 Doesn't everyone?

22. Can you honestly say you’re okay right now?
 No, I'd be lying.

23. Why do you think so many people cheat?
 Because everyone's an idiot.

24. Tell me what’s on your mind?
 A new story.

25. What are you looking forward to in the next three months?
 Let's see...Halloween, pool party, Sherlock, Doctor Who...typical stuff.

26. Have you ever worn the opposite gender’s clothing?
 My sister once dressed me up as a girl when I was little.

27. When did you last talk to your number 1 top friend?
 Today.

28. When is your next road trip?
 I don't know.

29. Do you have someone of the opposite gender you can tell anything to?
 No.

30. How’s your heart?
 Broken, tattered, burned, and just barely surviving. Medically I'm fine.

31. Have you ever felt like you weren’t important?
 A hundred times over, yes.

32. Do you think somebody’s in love with you?
 I don't know. Perhaps.

34. Next time you will kiss someone?
 I don't know.

35. Have you told anybody you loved them today?
 No.

36. Who do you not get along with?
 Family. Friends at school.

37. What does your recent text say?
 "I'm sorry."

38. What are you wearing right now?
 Black jeans and a green t-shirt.

39. You’re locked in a room with the person you last kissed, how is it?
 Awkward.

40. When’s the last time you had a grilled cheese?
 Beginning of summer. My sister and I made them.

41. What’s your favorite boy and girl name right now?
 Boy = Armand
 Girl = Donna

42. How did you feel when you woke up?
 Headache. 

43. Do you wish someone would call or text you right now?
 Yeah, I do.

44. Do you crack your knuckles?
 Yes.

45. What were you doing yesterday at midnight?
 Taking a walk. I do so every night.

46. What are your LEGAL initials?
 DYU

47. Who’s the first B in your contacts?
 Don't have a B in my contacts.

48. When was the last time you laughed really hard?
 About January of this year.

49. Your number 1 top friend walks out of your life, do you go after them?
 No. I've gotten accustomed to people walking out of my life. Most likely better for them.

50. Explain your last awkward moment?
 Formal dress today, meaning formal shoes. Formal shoes, at least mine, are slippery. I tried to stand up and I slid, but I caught my balance. Needless to say I can cross my legs really well and then come back up again while standing. 

51. Are you afraid of the dark?
 No. I like the dark.

52. Do you have good vision?
 Somewhat.

53. Have you ever tripped someone?
 Yes.

54. Have you ever slapped someone?
 Yes.

55. Are you Irish?
 No.

56. Do you use chap stick?
 No.

57. Do you have any scars?
 Yes. One under my jaw.

58. Is there someone you will never forgive?
 How can you forgive anyone else if you don't forgive yourself?

59. Are you dating the person you last held hands with?
 No.

60. Name the last person to text you?
 No. 

61. Would you marry someone 8 years older than you?
 No.

62. Can you go in public looking like you do?
 Yes.

63. Have you ever kissed someone whose name started with a A?
 No.

64. What side of the bed do you sleep on?
 Right.

65. What's the first thing you'll do on your wedding day?
 There is no wedding.

66. Do you fall for people easily?
 No. But I seem to let people go easily.

67. Has anyone put their arms around you in the past 5 days?
 Yes. Hugs.

68. Do you miss the way things used to be?
 Of course.

69. Song you're thinking of right now?
 Everything You Ever - Dr. Horrible's Sing-a-long Blog, and Constant Conversations - Passion Pit

70. Want someone back in your life?
 Most definitely.

71. Will tomorrow be better than yesterday?
 No.

72. What's the color of the shirt you are wearing?
 Green.

73. Who was the first friend that you had?
 Crystal. Pre-K.

74. Does it bother you when someone lies to you?
 Oh, yes.

75. Is there anyone who understands your relationship status?
 No.

76. Are you a naturally happy person? Or is your happiness forced?
 Depends. Mostly now, forced.

77. Is there anyone you wish would fall in love with you?
 Yes.

78. What do you wear when you sleep?
 Undershirt. Pajama pants.

79. Are you obsessed with something right now?
 Yes.

80. The first person you loved is?
 No comment.

81. Something terrible happened with you?
 Yes.

82. You are locked up with someone you love, what happens?
 Solitary corner. Depends, really.

83. If you could wish something, what would it be?
 Blink teleport, and things to be back as they were before...when they were better.

84. Ever forced someone to do something?
 Yes.

85. When you are alone, what do you think about?
 Everything that's happened.

86. How was your first kiss?
 A bad memory.

87. What’s your favorite music genre?
 Varies. Too many to list. Nothing heavy metal or rap, however.

88. Are you going to tag people to do this?
  No.

  • Mood: Suffering
  • Listening to: Constant Conversations - Passion Pit
  • Reading: [Dealing with problem]
  • Watching: [Dealing with problem]
  • Playing: [Dealing with problem]
  • Eating: Japanese Soda Candy
  • Drinking: Water

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:iconsevermarec:
SeverMarec Featured By Owner Oct 13, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Can you RP sometime today?
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FlickingFire Featured By Owner Oct 13, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Hey we already made the chatroom. We're waiting on you.
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:iconsevermarec:
SeverMarec Featured By Owner Oct 13, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I'm getting on right now. I got on earlier, but no one was on?
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FlickingFire Featured By Owner Oct 13, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Well we tend to be on when you're offline, and vice versa. We need to set up a schedule of some sort.
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:iconsevermarec:
SeverMarec Featured By Owner Sep 27, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
severmarec.deviantart.com/art/…

Just started the Sev returning arc out of sheer boredom. Don't worry about that whole mutation thing I came up with, I'm scrapping that. Anyway, what do you think so far?
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SeverMarec Featured By Owner Aug 23, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
On another note, what is the status of Oasis in the Chronicles lore? I plan on writing up some fresh entries, if there's no issue with you or the rest of the lot. Is the city still standing? Is Sev dead? o3o 
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:iconsevermarec:
SeverMarec Featured By Owner Jun 27, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Is Chronicles still chugging along?
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FlickingFire Featured By Owner Jun 28, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Yeah it still is somewhat. Only a few people keeping it up. How are you?
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:iconsevermarec:
SeverMarec Featured By Owner Jun 28, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Decent. I sent Holmes (hehe) a note too. I started participating and creating some projects on Nation-States. Here's a current one: forum.nationstates.net/viewtop…

I figured the lot of us could start going on there, if you're up for it.
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FlickingFire Featured By Owner Edited Jun 28, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Perhaps.
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