[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=pink; border: 1px solid white; width: 440px; height: 50px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none;font-family: arial;text-align: justify;color: white;width: 400px; height: 20px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-top: 4px; margin-left: -5px; font-size: 30px; padding: 1px;]BRANDY VOCATUS.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none;font-family: arial;text-align: justify;color: white;width: 400px; height: 20px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: 4px; margin-left: -5px; font-size: 20px; padding: 1px;][i][b]❀❀❀[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=pink; border: 1px solid white; width: 440px; height: 250px; margin-top: 2px;]
| [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 1px solid white; height: 140px; width: 120px; background:url(http://49.media.tumblr.com/1ad…rctfmdVx1r922azo1_400.gif) center; background-size: 110%; margin-top: 3px; margin-left: -2px;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 1px solid white;font-family: arial;text-align: justify;color: white;width: 140px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: 4px; margin-left: -2px; font-size: 15px; padding: 5px;][i]ONE MORE SPOON OF COUGH SYRUP NOW.[/fancypost] | [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 1px solid white; width: 270px; height: 231.4px; overflow: auto; font-size: 9.5px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: verdana; margin-top: 3.5px; margin-left: 5px; padding: 1px;]It had been so long, hadn't it? Brandy wasn't sure she missed the days when she was alive. Having been dead for god knows how many moons brought along the suspicion that living was an impossibility now- a fantasy. And yet she wanted to go back. The margay found herself thinking of her friends on Earth more and more frequently. Sayaka... she wondered how she was doing. Hopefully leading the Rebellion well. Not that Bran had any doubts in her ability as a Boss. An'ei. Bran had heard she had fallen into a deep depression. Brandy was ashamed to say at least a tiny fraction of that was her fault. She seemed to have that affect on people, haha. Ha... ha. It wasn't funny. Brandy didn't know why she was laughing. She still didn't understand how she found ways to giggle cheerfully at the most sorrowful of things. It was just how she was. Emmet. He was... he was dead. Brandy, despite how she had fallen to the same fate as he, the same fate as everyone, she hadn't accepted the fact he was gone yet. She hadn't seen him. Heard from him. Just... nothing. She would kill to hear his voice. But he was forever lost to time. Anyways... Ghostytrickster. Brandy had no idea what had happened to him. She was too busy being dead. But hopefully he was doing alright. Brandy had not seen Adrenalinepaw anywhere. Somehow Bran was okay with that. She knew fully well if they met again Bran wouldn't be the same afterward. Whether that was a good thing or not was up to debate, mostly on her own account. She wanted to go home. She wanted to return to the Rebellion. Whether this would hurt her or not, she wasn't sure, but... she had a forceful ache to stand on solid ground once more. Thus Brandy was granted her return to the world of living, but only if she wore a necklace. A necklace with a pastel pink rose quartz charm in the shape of a heart hanging from it. Bran didn't understand why, but she did not say a word. She was too naive, too excited, and too unwise to think about it. And with a blink of her amber eyes there she stood on the ground of the Rebellion. And she just... stood there for a few moments. Getting a grip. Bran felt tears rushing to her eyes as she looked around. Home. This... this was [i]home. |
| She was back. After a little while she straightened her throat, a tiny smile slipping onto her maw and she chirped loudly, [b]"Guess who's back!?" |
| //i couldnt help myself |
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