Posts by Triseklion

"No, I don't," He said quietly, with a sigh. "An experiment perhaps?"

"I think they'd look like humans," He said, shrugging. "But I haven't seen one yet. I don't think they come here."

"There's not much edible here," He said, following her. "I've found some food a few hours away."

"I believe so," He said, giving her a confident smile. "I put it there."

"The other forest," He said, leading the way to the food he'd gathered. "I'll show you."

go right ahead.

William Scarlet walked to school that day. He owned a bike, he really did, but it was in the shop for repairs. As the wind picked up, he wrapped his coat more tightly around him, not caring that it tangled up his legs.

"They tried to make it as natural as possible," He said, trying to pretend like he was guessing. "I've seen a lot of animals around here from Earth."

He froze, and swore silently to himself. "No, what kind of windows are you talking about?" He asked, glancing at her. "Like, once from home?"

"Morning," He said, giving her a smile. "Thanks for not going ahead of me."

"You'd still be my best friend," He said, giving her a smile. He wasn't worried about the haze behind her yet, it was probably just smoke.

"I would make sense," He said, spying the cache of food up ahead. "Did this silhouette look human?" He knew it did, he'd seen her looking at him.

"The prettiest building in town, and it has to be the school," He muttered, giving her a small smile. "We could hang out at the library for a while, until the bell rings."

"Or bad, depending if I want to skip or not," He said, giving her a smile. There was that purple smoke again.

"Come on, it would be fun," He protested, noticing the haze missing. "No one would know."

Picture or Description:
Name: Fred
Age: 25
Class: Rogue
Sub class: gambler
Personality: He's kind and caring, but he'll do anything to win a game.
Desired Occupation: Potion brewer

"Fall weather," He agreed, sighing. He couldn't argue with her.

He walked beside, and when she stopped, he continued forwards. The meal wouldn't hurt him, but he was unsure if it would do anything to her. He hoped not.

"Of course, Miss Goody two shoes," He replied, bounding up the stairs.

Slowly, I padded down the stairs, curious to see what my captive was doing. A curiousity was what had brought me to capture her, but now I couldn't let her go. With a soft sigh, I swept the dark hair out of my blue eyes, reminding myself to tie it back before the next time.