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Having already unpacked the majority of her room, Maia was in no rush to get there, having spent the past half hour sitting in a little meadow in the school's campus, absentmindedly watching the birds in the neighboring wooded area. However, taking note of the sun briskly setting, the girl...
STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP
I LIVE AGAIN
plot twist?? apparently prom is exhausting and also so is getting a job. who knew
here's an abundance of picrews to make up for my absence lolol
THE BOYS!!!! aka soul marcel and loufe bc i didn't have time to make anyone else rghrgrhgrhgrhrh (link...
uwahhh...
im sorry for disappearingggg.. prom planning has gotten crazy, and i just got employed so ive got a lot on my plate ;w;;
sorry to be a bother, but could i get a recap..? also, whats this about retcon?
on the (belated) topic of lore...
i wont just dump maia's out all at once, but i will give you a little peek : )
this is maia's mother (used with the same creator used to make maia)
aaaand i'll be getting a post up in the roleplay thread tomorrow morning, so sorry for the delay~
Maia narrowed her eyes as the Generals introduced themselves, clearly feeling no interest in introducing herself or speaking to them. Upon Soul introducing her, she ducked further behind him, puffing out her cheek. Far too many people. Was the attendance of these fights even necessary? Could she...
Upon the emergence of four, severe-looking characters per Marcel's summoning, Maia instinctively took a step back, tucking herself behind her taller companions and studying them from behind. She eyed them all warily, now standing a little way's behind Soul and Loufe. Shoulders taut and her ears...
i know the generals are, like, serious, but i find it way more fun to imagine them as just a group of modern day teenage boys
"Sheeeeesh," grinned the Death General.
"add me on snapchat," hollered the War General.
"Your mom," whispered the Necromancer General.
"Literally who asked?" said the...
Ever the sensitive, Maia felt the familiar tingle of eyes on her. Despite immensely disliking it, she was not fond of being watched- not in the slightest. Inhaling sharply, the girl looked around for the eyes that seemed to burn into her skin. After a moment of looking around, she focused on her...
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