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So, I, uh… haven’t had the desire to RP in awhile. u_u I think I’ll have to drop my characters. Sorry.
Maybe my muses will come back when the next game comes out, or something, but I’m just really not… motivated to RP? :( I’m really sorry. I love you guys a lot. I’ll keep my accounts around, just in case.
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sooooooo in an amazing move of what I could only describe as incredible stupidity and overreaching, I’ve managed to kill all of my RP muses.
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I—
whoops.
I have not had the drive to RP in a looong while.
Maybe it’ll come back… but until then, I think I’m just going to stay off my RP accounts for awhile. Please come visit me on my personal though. ;u; <3 Sorry to the people I owe posts to, sob.
It should be just a few turns if he keep heading the way we did.
/nods and continues to lead them forward, spotting the blacksmith within moments/ Ah, here we are… Where’s your home?
/points in the direction/ Just around this way. I should be good from here on.
/steps away, facing her/ If you are sure. It was a pleasure meeting you. Perhaps we will meet again. /smiles/ Hopefully it will be on far more pleasant circumstances.
/gives a small curtsy/
Likewise. Maybe I could send you a letter when I’m fully recovered and we can meet somewhere? Lord knows I’ll need to get away again at some point again. /grins/
/puts a hand to her chin, thinking/ Yes, that could be nice. Address the letter to me, and have it sent to the Rosa en Fiore. /gives a small grin of her own/ I look forward to it.
It should be just a few turns if he keep heading the way we did.
/nods and continues to lead them forward, spotting the blacksmith within moments/ Ah, here we are… Where’s your home?
/points in the direction/ Just around this way. I should be good from here on.
/steps away, facing her/ If you are sure. It was a pleasure meeting you. Perhaps we will meet again. /smiles/ Hopefully it will be on far more pleasant circumstances.
/gives a small curtsy/
It should be just a few turns if he keep heading the way we did.
/nods and continues to lead them forward, spotting the blacksmith within moments/ Ah, here we are… Where’s your home?
/raises an eyebrow, but shrugs/ I suppose I can respect that. We all have things we wish kept secret.
/continues walking now, falling silent/
So… What kind of work do you do? If I may ask…
… That is unfair for you to ask, don’t you think? /laughs lightly/ Hmmm, ask me again if you ever see me again. There’s a chance you might catch me at work. Ah— watch out for that puddle— /veers away from it, lifting her skirts a bit off the ground/
Anyway, where exactly on the island do you live?
Touche, but depending on who you are and what you do I may be well inclined to inform you of my own duties.
I live near the blacksmiths over there. It’s a rather large building, I live with a good number a people there.
/nods/ I suppose so. You might not like what I have to say, however. /walks over the bridge, staring at the tall buildings/ Blacksmiths… on the other side of the island? /tries to remember/ I do not often come through this area.
You may not like what I have to say either. /shrugs, leaning against the bridge/
And it’s an easy place to remember but if you don’t travel it often you can just as easily forget…
/chuckles/ Very well then, we shall keep our secrets. /looks around/
Mmm, I vaguely recognize this place. Yes, I’ve been here a few times before… /wanders about a bit, before returning to Gratia’s side/
/raises an eyebrow, but shrugs/ I suppose I can respect that. We all have things we wish kept secret.
/continues walking now, falling silent/
So… What kind of work do you do? If I may ask…
… That is unfair for you to ask, don’t you think? /laughs lightly/ Hmmm, ask me again if you ever see me again. There’s a chance you might catch me at work. Ah— watch out for that puddle— /veers away from it, lifting her skirts a bit off the ground/
Anyway, where exactly on the island do you live?
Touche, but depending on who you are and what you do I may be well inclined to inform you of my own duties.
I live near the blacksmiths over there. It’s a rather large building, I live with a good number a people there.
/nods/ I suppose so. You might not like what I have to say, however. /walks over the bridge, staring at the tall buildings/ Blacksmiths… on the other side of the island? /tries to remember/ I do not often come through this area.
/raises an eyebrow, but shrugs/ I suppose I can respect that. We all have things we wish kept secret.
/continues walking now, falling silent/
So… What kind of work do you do? If I may ask…
… That is unfair for you to ask, don’t you think? /laughs lightly/ Hmmm, ask me again if you ever see me again. There’s a chance you might catch me at work. Ah— watch out for that puddle— /veers away from it, lifting her skirts a bit off the ground/
Anyway, where exactly on the island do you live?
My line of work has me put into rather dangerous situations. I got a bit careless when I felt an arrow pierce my arm, shook it off and kept doing my duty… In only took a few moments though to realize the arrow was oiled and lit and my sleeve was quickly being engulfed in flames.
/motions to the sling, pushing the sling back slightly to show the bandages covering her hand and arm. She chuckles a bit.
It’s just my luck that this is my right arm, my dominant arm. I haven’t been able to right a letter properly in over a month!
Mm, that’s quite the story. I’m curious— are you a city guard? I have not heard that our city was under attack… What line of work led to you being shot by an arrow?
My duties are… classified. That is all I can say.
/raises an eyebrow, but shrugs/ I suppose I can respect that. We all have things we wish kept secret.
/continues walking now, falling silent/
Then it is settled! I shall help you get back. /moves to stand next to her/ Lead the way, maestra.
Gratia will do just fine. May I have your name?
Amalia, if you please. Is our destination far from here?
Tiber Isle… Th-that shouldn’t be to far, should it?
No, not at all. I know the way. Do you… need my support, or something?
Just some guidance… It’s been a while since I’ve been out and about. /smiles sheepishly, motioning to her arm/ My arm is still healing so I couldn’t- still can’t…- do much.
/nods/ Very well, I shall be your guide. /smiles/ If I might ask, what did you do to hurt your arm so? /begins walking, nodding for her to follow/
My line of work has me put into rather dangerous situations. I got a bit careless when I felt an arrow pierce my arm, shook it off and kept doing my duty… In only took a few moments though to realize the arrow was oiled and lit and my sleeve was quickly being engulfed in flames.
/motions to the sling, pushing the sling back slightly to show the bandages covering her hand and arm. She chuckles a bit.
It’s just my luck that this is my right arm, my dominant arm. I haven’t been able to right a letter properly in over a month!
Mm, that’s quite the story. I’m curious— are you a city guard? I have not heard that our city was under attack… What line of work led to you being shot by an arrow?
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