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Update: I think I am back for good now. I am also in the killing stalking fandom kill me please.






Watch this music video all the way through.




You are the protagonist of your own life, aren't you
мυтa ιѕ a ғιlтнy nerd wнo wιѕнeѕ тнey нad eѕp and a ѕιgnιғιcanт oтнer
ⓐⓑⓞⓤⓣ | ȚŮMBĻŖ | мεssαgε мε

Baby|daddy|Lusa-chii|shi-chan|morbidchild|megs|Pinkra|Eli|ily|Callyy|As|Dar|Sully
" if i don't have you up here i still love you i am just lazy garbage and am still editing

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how the fuck did I join a Harem?

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[center [abel [size15 Luka leapt from his horse landing soundlessly on his feet. Unsheathing his sword, the boy staggered as the weight of the weapon pulled him off balance. Planting his feet, he pointed the sword in front of him. Although the boy was small in stature, he made up for it in heart and bravery.

A beefy bandit rounded the corner locking eyes with Luka. Raising his mace, he charged for the small boy. Luka did not move, he watched carefully as the brute moved towards him with haste. Timing it perfectly, Luka side stepped twirling in place. His long locks of raven hair flared out in a halo. Extending his sword, Luka parried and slashed just like his father taught him. His blade connected with flesh. Crying out, the bandit fell his knees cursing before dying.

Luka had never killed anyone before. He thought he would feel different, but nothing changed. He was still the same child who grew up in this valley. Only now, he was prepared to die for it.

Just as the prince regained his composure, another bandit caught him off guard. Trying to swing his sword, he regretted bringing a weapon that was too heavy for him. It's weight pulled him off his feet. Falling onto his tailbone, he winced as the hard earth caught him. Trying to grab his sword, Luka realized it was no use. The blade was just too heavy and awkward. Without hesitating, he reached up and pulled the necklace that had been hanging from his neck breaking the cord. In his hand was a small crystal dagger. It glinted in the summer light. Instinctively blocking with his arm, the small dagger clashed with the sword of his opponent. Looking around for something else to protect himself with, Luka was praying for a miracle.
  |charm| / muta / 9d 10h 10m 39s
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[center [abel [size15 A young man stood next to a tall grey stallion. He was grooming the horse in small circles with a circular brush. The boy hummed a beautiful tune to himself as he enjoyed his time with the equine. Reaching down, he grabbed another brush, one with stiff bristle and then began to flick the dirt off with the direction of the equine's coat.

[b [#626262 "Luka,"]] Called a guff voice.
Startling the boy, his head snapped up. His long ebony hair swirled around his pale face. Furrowing his brows, he responded with an edge to his tone.
[#000066 [b "Father, you scared me."]] Luka hissed. He gave the horse a gentle pat on the flank and turned to his father.

His father let out a hearty laugh but there was an underlying nervousness to his voice. Leaning against the fence post, Luka pressed the issue. [#000066 [b "What's wrong father?"]]
Shifting his weight nervously, the older man let out a sigh. [b [#626262 "It looks like there are more bandits on the horizon. I want you to meet with your brother on the outskirts of the field."]]

Luka was quiet for a moment before nodding. He watched as his father turned away and left the barn. Luka was the second son of Lorenz Edelgard, the chief of Mallowcourt, a small village nestled in the valley. It usually did well financially because it was a trade hub but due to famine and crime rates going up, Mallowcourt was suffering. Luka's older brother, Claude was next in line to take over in politics.
Tossing a saddle onto the stallion, Luka grabbed his sword and climbed on. Clicking his tongue, he urged the animal to move forward. Following the trail through the field, he spotted his brother with a group of men at the end of the farm. Bursting into a gallop, Luka rushed into action.
[#000066 [b "How do things look Claude?"]] He ask as he broke to a trot and halted next to his sibling.
[b [#336600 "Bandits were spotted on the outskirts of town, we will to try and route them."]]

[p setting]
[b Mallowcourt:] the village Luka lives in. It is in the valley. Their main money maker is crops and livestock.
[b Lorenz Edelgard:] Luka's father and the chief/king/ruler of the village.
[b Claude Edelgard:] Luka's older brother and next in line. He is about 25 years old.
[b Tarith:] A grey stallion that is Luka's main mount. He will take him when he leaves with Asher.
  |charm| / muta / 18d 7h 57m 39s
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[center [abel [size15 A handsome male stood behind the bar, he leaned against the mahogany counter top. Drying a mug, he turned it over in his hands before placing it in the cabinet. Wiping his hands on his apron, he turned to the coffee pot. Scooping a cup of coffee beans out of a brown bag, the male dropped it into the grinder and pressed the button down. Once the beans were a fine powder, he dumped it into the pot. Pressing brew, he turned back to the counter to check the display case.

The baked goods were fresh and smelled delicious as he slid the glass door open. Everything was in place. Smiling, the grin revealed a row of sharp canines. Latching the case, he was startled by the chime of the door. In walked a elderly nymph he knew very well.
[#990000 [b "Welcome Greta, can I get you the usual"]] He greeted.
[#626262 [b "Oh Arlo, yes please."]] Said the old woman with a soft smile.

Arlo grabbed a clean mug and filled it with the fresh bitter liquid. Pouring in some cream, he stirred in three sugar cubes and handed it to the woman. With a shaky hand, the woman took the cup and took a seat. The shop was relatively quiet besides several of his regular customers. Eugene, an elderly veteran who always sat in the high chair at the window, always ordered a black coffee and a scone. Jaycie, a young werewolf, liked to sit on the coach and read the paper and drink a chai latte with two pumps of gingerbread syrup.
After about an hour, another regular customer walked in. It was his housemate Mika, a were-tiger that worked as a historian.
[#990000 [b "Hey Mika, you were gone when I got up this morning. How are you?"]] Arlo questioned.]]]

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The feline had woken up early this morning. He didn't have curtains on his windows because he loved to wake up to the natural light. His usual routine was wake up, shower, water his plants, go for a walk, and then of course, stop for coffee.

Trotting up to the front door of the Whitebridge Cafe, Mika let out a sigh. Inside, he spotted Arlo at the front counter. Waving, Mika nodded.
[#cc6699 [b "Hello, Arlo I am well. May I have a cup of Earl Grey?"]] He asked in his awkwardly formal way.
Arlo smiled and shook his head, [#990000 [b "Of course, take a seat and I will bring it to you."]]

Mika picked a spot by the window and pulled out a book and began to flip through it. Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, he rested his chin on his elbow. Just as he was getting into his book, a mug was pushed into his peripheral vision. Averting his attention, he saw Arlo taking a seat across from him.

[#990000 [b "Here you go dude, I needed a break anyway."]] Arlo said with a sigh. Leaning back, he stretched his arms behind him.
Mika put his book down and took a sip of his drink and smiled. [#cc6699 [b "Thank you. How is work going?"]] The tiger asked as he gently placed his mug down on the table.
[#990000 [b "Eh, it's slow. Do you work today?"]] Arlo exclaimed taking a swig of his own coffee.
Mika glanced at his watch face. It read [b [i 11:28]]. [#cc6699 [b "Yes, I go in at noon. I needed a drink first of course."]]
  |monster| / muta / 20d 9h 9m 24s
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[center [abel [size15 Oliver had been looking over the menu. He had a pen and a notebook open and was jotting notes. The man had reading glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. He was lost in thought when the waiter had addressed him. Looking up, he furrowed his brow.
[b [#cc0000 "Ben, I thought we had lamb on the menu. Did we take it off?"]] He asked turning the menu over. Just as he finished his sentence, he realized someone else was with his staff member.

Standing up, he extended a hand with a wild grin. He couldn't really make out the face of the boy, he removed his glasses and cleared his throat. Oliver was felt like he was getting old. Folding his spectacles, he gently placed them in his pocket.
Standing before him was none other than Aidan Maximov, his college sweetheart.

Oliver was a grade below Aidan due to taking a year off after high school. The two had met his Junior year both wanting very different things out of life. Aidan was studying to be a doctor and Oliver was smoking too much pot and skipping class. He didn't know what he wanted to do. Cooking was only a passion with no direction. His parents said college or he had to find a job. Being rather lazy made the choice easy for him. After graduating college with average marks and no drive, Aidan broke up with him. It didn't come as a surprise to Oliver. But the heartbreak was a wake up call for Oliver to get his life back on track.

He watched as the boy he once loved tremble before him. Oliver was confused as to why his demeanor changed so suddenly. Aidan was the one who dumped [i him,] not the other way around.
[b [#cc0000 "Wait, Aidan, I know I am not who you expected and you probably didn't want to see me again, but please stay."]] He insisted gesturing to the seat. [b [#cc0000 "Let me buy you dinner and we can catch up. I do [i know] the owner so ..."]] Oliver joked sardonically.
  |oliver| / muta / 20d 9h 53m 36s
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[center [abel [size15 Two emerald eyes stared back at the boy in the mirror. His messy fawn colored hair although was unruly, was brushed and well kept. Warm freckles dusted his rosy cheeks and kissed the bridge of his nose. Running a hand over his chin, his skin was soft and clean shaven. Methodically buttoning each button on his fresh pressed shirt from bottom to top, the handsome male fastened the collar and adjusted his tie. Stretching his long arms into his suit coat, he admired the finished product.

Oliver Jones was the of Arlo & Dusk, a famous restaurant in New York City. Most days, Oliver usually dressed pretty modest. But today was different. He picked up his best suit from the dry cleaner and shaved his face for once. Starting as a fry cook, Oliver ended up opening his own restaurant after one too many failed desk jobs. His home-style restaurant became the biggest name on the east coast in it's first year of business. It wasn't long after that he opened several other places and eventually had his hand in restaurants all over the world.
Glancing at his watch, Oliver read the clock face. It said [i 6:25.] Not wanting to be late, he hurried out the door.

The chef usually didn't do blind dates, but his lead cook, Julia, insisted that this one was a good one. She had set it all up for her boss. The two would meet at Oliver's very first restaurant, Arlo & Dusk and Julia would take care of everything. Once he entered the [https://www.discoverlosangeles.com/sites/default/files/images/2019-01/lucques10.jpg restaurant,] the smell of fresh parsley flooded his senses. A young woman at with olive skin and raven hair greeted him with a shriek of excitement.

[b [#cc0000 "Julia, I can't believe you convinced me to do this."]] Oliver said wryly. The girl smirked and wiggled her eyebrows. She looked absolutely evil.
[b [#666699 "Come on Oliver, you haven't been on a real date in almost two years."]] She cried exasperatedly.
Oliver couldn't argue. The chef, now twenty-eight, was really rather lonely. Owning, managing, and cooking had taken up all of his time. Not to mention all of the red carpet endeavors.
[b [#cc0000 "I guess you're right. Show me to my seat. Will you also bring me the special wine? And tell Julio before he even thinks to serve that soup to let me taste it."]] He demanded as he followed the girl.
She whirled around and scowled at him. He guessed that meant no working while on his date.

[p I didn't add a flashback. I am thinking in my second post I will. Oliver won't recognize your boy at first I am guess and then when he realizes it's him he is like oh wowie painful flashback time.]

lil somethin: I am thinking Oliver went from finishing college in the culinary arts as nothing very special. He couldn't hold a job and didn't really have a purpose so that is why your man leaves him. Then Oliver is offered a job under a very strict French woman who makes him question everything he is taught. She makes him realize why he cooks. He then studies abroad for a few years and comes back to the states and opens his first restaurant at twenty-five. He becomes super famous in the cooking and entrepreneur world. There is a little timeline.
  |oliver| / muta / 40d 15h 27m 57s
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[b NAME:] Rhode Simmons
[b AGE:] twenty
[b GENDER:] Cis Male, He/him
[b SEXUALITY:] Pansexual, leans towards men
[b HEIGHT:] 6'1''
[b WEIGHT:] 211 lbs.
[b SPECIES|RACE:] Half-human/half-ghoul [i doesn't know he is slowly becoming full ghoul.]
[b ANTHEM:] [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9FzrD47v0zE The Fall - half•alive]

[b POWERS:]
[u Half Ghost:] Rhode can turn into [https://i.imgur.com/CwxArcw.png half ghost] if he focuses his energy enough. In this form he can do the usual ghosty stuff like fly, morph though walls, turn invisible.

[u Full Ghost:] In this [https://i.imgur.com/Aob4f2C.png form,] Rhode has the same abilities from his half ghost form but he also can use shadow manipulation.

[b PERSONALITY:] There is a bit of a disconnect in life for Rhode. Being half dead also means you're [i half alive.] Living day by day, he sees the world in muted colors. His friends can't stress enough that he should go to therapy because it is obvious to everyone but him that he is depressed. You'd be depressed too if you were dead. Despite his gloom, Rhode has been working on finding the joys in life; like watching the sunrise and petting dogs. He secretly hopes to fall in love even if he carries his burdens.
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|[b Compassionate]| Heart-broken | [b Empathetic] | Numb | [b Creative] | [b Loving] | Introverted | [b Perceptive] | Faithless|
[i Faithless: I am making two characters, complete opposites. One an angel, the other an abomination, undead. I like the idea as one being faithless, he has lost hope. He has lost his way. And the other faithful, an angelic creature that can do no wrong. But in reality, they are far from it. Although Rhode feels hopeless and broken, he is in touch with his feelings and he is open to the fall. Where Evan thinks he is perfect and wont even consider his flaws. The two will learn from each other and their relations with others.]
[b [u ATTITUDE:]] Rhode is rather skeptical and cautious around humans due to being undead. In his ghost form, he has had [i very] negative run-ins with the living and this had caused him to avoid them all together. As for other supernatural, Rhode has no problem with them as long as they don't have a problem with him.

[b HOBBIES:]
[u Piano] - Rhode is a phenomenal piano player, a child prodigy | [u Reading] - He loves to read anything he can get his hands on whether it's quantum physics or a romance novel, he devours it. | [u Astronomy] - Rhode is a bit of a space nerd. He even has a telescope in his room.
[b EXTRAS:]
X Rhode can see and talk to other ghosts. As a child he couldn't tell the difference between the living and the dead.
X Drives a motorcycle
X Can skateboard pretty well. If he isn't driving his motorcycle, he is taking his board out.
X Rhode can't swim

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[b NAME:] Evan Eros
[b AGE:] Twenty-three
[b GENDER:] Cis Male, He/him
[b SEXUALITY:] Homosexual
[b HEIGHT:] 5'8''
[b WEIGHT:] 138 lbs.
[b SPECIES|RACE:] Half-god/half-angel[i Later will discover he is a Seraph, an elite multi-winged angel.]
[b ANTHEM:] [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G-Vg2YS-sFE Exile Vilify - The National]

[b POWERS:]
[u Divinity:] As an angel, he has the ability of flight and minor healing.
[u Wind Manipulations:] Evan can manipulate the wind and create storms.

[b PERSONALITY:] On the outside, Evan is stunning and vibrant. His beauty is angelic and his soft voice matches the seductive words that he uses to his advantage. The incarnation of of Eros, this angel is quite the sight. He is a bit standoffish and thinks a bit too highly of himself. Evan is unable currently to see his flaws and that will be his downfall. The boy has some things from his past that he is unwilling to work through and until then, he will never grow.

|[b Captivating] | Dominating | [b Divine] | Intense | [b Graceful] | Proud | [b [i Faithful]] | Resentful | [b Elegant] | Shallow | [b Charming]|
[i Faithful: I am making two characters, complete opposites. One an angel, the other an abomination, undead. I like the idea as one being faithless, he has lost hope. He has lost his way. And the other faithful, an angelic creature that can do no wrong. But in reality, they are far from it. [left [pic https://i.imgur.com/vBhgVPw.png]]
Although Rhode feels hopeless and broken, he is in touch with his feelings and he is open to the fall. Where Evan thinks he is perfect and wont even consider his flaws. The two will learn from each other and their relations with others.]

[b [u ATTITUDE:]] Evan loves anything that breathes. He is enamored with the humans and their desires. He finds them absolutely delightful. He feels the same about other beings as well.

[b HOBBIES:]
[i Singing] - Evan has a beautiful voice as do all angels. | [i Flying] - He loves to fly. He can retract his wings but he [i hates] too. He would much rather be in the sky than on land. | [u Cooking] - Evan is a wonderful cook and likes to do it in his spare time as well as cook for the household. | [u Archery] - Evan [i loves] archery. It is his favorite pass time.
[b EXTRAS:]
X Evan is fluent in many languages including ancient languages like Sanskrit, Latin, and Greek
X Son of Eros, the Greek God
X I haven't decided what it is yet, but Evan will have something very traumatizing from his past that he has yet to work through yet. His charm and playfulness is genuine, but underneath his bratty facade, he is hiding something very painful and dark.

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  |anon| / muta / 45d 6h 50m 17s
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[center [abel [size15 Cylus stood behind the white haired mechanic and watched in awe as Klaes worked on Noah. Although Cylus was also a mechanic, he was not [i nearly] as skilled as his teammate and loved to watch him work. He was always wanting to learn more.

Grinning at Noah, he couldn't help but laugh at his leader as he went on and on. He had gotten so used to the personalities of the people he had been working with. But it was still so interesting how he fit into the dynamic.
[b [#666699 "Well I am glad this was all you got in the scuffle. I wouldn't want to be the one contacting the Bureau that's for sure."]] He threw up his hands in defense. Cylus talked a big game but even there were things [i he] was scared of.

Perking up at Klaes's beckon, he nodded and placed a hand gently on his companion's head and patted him softly before attending to Noah.
[b [#666699 "Sure thing."]] He said with a smile. Pulling out some tools from his work belt, he began to tighten a few places on the enhancement. [b [#666699 "Noah, you're lucky everyone on your team including you is competent or else we would all be in trouble."]]

Cylus used his eye to x-ray the machinery in Noah's arm. It had been one of his newest updates to his own cybernetic enhancements and he was excited to try it out. The feature was supposed to be helpful in fixes like this where he could pick out the problem without having to take the whole thing apart. It took him just moments to tighten the parts Klaes had pointed out. Smug with himself, he crossed his arms and smirked.
  |riot| / muta / 46d 10h 8m 47s
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[center [abel [size15 Wiping the sweat from his brow, Cylus let out a sigh. He had been working in his lab all morning and by midday, the building was humid. Twisting the wrench, the mechanic was working on the suspension in his robotic panther. The metallic feline lay on it's side, the azure LEDs lit up in each joint. Clamping two wires together, the machine roared to life. Rising to his feet, the panther's glowing eyes stared up at his partner.

[b [#666699 "How does the feel Challa?"]] Asked Cylus as he surveyed his robot. Challa bowed and stretched his parts. Sheathing and unsheathing his razor sharp claws, the big cat nodded his massive head. Smiling, Cylus was always excited to add something to his robotics.

Just as Cylus was about to start a new project, the sound of his lab door grabbed his attention. The cyborg spotted the robotic hound known as ZERO standing in the entryway.
[b [#666699 "Yes ZERO?"]] Questioned the boy. He guessed Noah needed something important if he had sent ZERO.
[i [b "Master is in the repair chamber,"]] was all the canine said before disappearing through the door. It didn't seem too dire but Cylus was curious of course. Wiping the grease that caked his hands onto a shop towel, Cylus motioned to Challa and exited his lab.

Once Cylus got to the chamber, the male let himself in. Inside, he spotted Klaes's snow white hair as he was deeply involved on Noah's repairs. Checking Noah up and down, he noticed a few scrapes and bruises nothing too serious. But the way Klaes was working, Cylus assumed the problem was more mechanical. Grinning, Cylus let out a laugh.
[b [#666699 "Damn Noah, who beat you up?"]] He joked. Taking a seat, he placed a hand on Challa's head. Although the beast was in fact a robot, Cylus added a feature that made his robotics respond to physical touch and affirmation. Cylus would never admit it but he was a bit of a softy. Waving at Klaes, he lifted his hands and attempted sign as he greeted the boy. [b [#666699 "How does it look Klaes?"]] Even though Klaes could hear just fine, Cylus had been putting in the work to learn sign language in hopes to comfort his friend. He understood it much better than he could actually do it but he was getting there.
  |riot| / muta / 40d 16h 22m 38s
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[s anonymous]
[s Riot]
  |m| / muta / 50d 10h 1m 13s
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[b [#666699 "LUKKAA, MY BABY, Y-YOU'RE L-LEAVING ME!!"]] Blubbered the girl. It was muffled as she pressed her leaking face into his chest.

[b [#cc0099 "Ma, I go on tour all the time. You cry like this every time."]] Chuckled the petal haired boy. He patted his mother on the head gently. Planting a kiss on her forehead, he couldn't help but laugh. His mother was quite the character. She always made a big scene when he left. He had been on and off tour for the past two years and every time he left she cried like a baby and every time he came back she threw a wild welcome home party.

[b [#666699 "B-but Lu-lu, you have been only home for a week since your last tour! I am not getting any younger."]] She whimpered. Luka grimaced, that woman was pulling out all of the stops to make him feel guilty even using his embarrassing pet name. Shaking his head, he still couldn't help but smile. She was the best mother he could have asked for. Just as he was about to open his mouth, he heard thundering footsteps skipping down the stairs.

Rounding the corner, a small blonde haired girl the spitting image of his mother came barreling towards him. Stepping in front of his mom, he opened his arms and caught the girl mid hair. Scooping her up into his arms, he snuggled his face against the girl's cheek.
[b [#cc0099 "Clara my love!"]] Luka gushed. Clara beamed at him with her thumb in her mouth. Luka's mother Leanne had him at seventeen. Up until Luka was in high school, he thought he would stay an only child but Leanne decided she wanted one more child now that she was older. Nine months later, Clara was born. Now six, Clara was the light of his life and leaving her was the hardest thing he had to do in his life.
[b [#333399 "Lu-lu, are you leaving again?"]] Clara ask in a meek voice. She looked sad but she had gotten better about crying every time he left.
[b [#cc0099 "Yeah baby girl, be good for mamma and papa while I'm gone okay? I'll bring you lots of presents."]] He cooed. Smooching her forehead, then her both cheeks, Luka gave her one more squeeze before putting her down. After another goodbye, Luka grabbed his bags and guitar and headed for the train station.

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It took almost twenty-five hours by train to get from Maine to Florida and Luka was regretting his transportation choice when he stumbled off of the locomotive with sore legs and a stuff back. Letting out a yawn, Luka stretched and let out a sigh. Glancing around, he spotted a sign for the taxi pick up and wandered over. He was chomping at the bit to meet his travel companions.

By the time Luka arrived, he realized he was one of the last to show. He recognized the boy from the flyer as Oliver. Luka had taken the liberty to social media stalk him before coming on the trip. Next he noted the girl with wild orange hair. She said her name was Delilah. He racked his brain hoping he would remember her name. Next he caught the tail end of Charlotte's introduction. Luka kind of felt bad he was so late. He figured he would find out more about each person on the trip so he wasn't feeling [i too] guilty. Lastly was Cassidy. Luka had never seen a male with such a strong jaw line. He was pretty sure that boy could cut diamonds with it. Blushing slightly, Luka realized he was staring. Letting out an awkward cough, he took the silence as his turn to introduce himself.

[b [#cc0099 "Hiya, I'm Luka Brenneman. I'm the lead singer of Rural Panic."]] He greeted with a bright smile. [b [#cc0099 "I needed a break from the music scene. Famous life isn't all it's cracked up to be.
']] He added with a frown. Life had become exhausting when his band got signed. Their music was commercialized and suddenly everything was about his sex appeal for the women and his 'image.' He needed time to be a human again instead of a puppet. Sitting his bag down next to his guitar case, Luka was quite impressed by whole light he had packed. He had gotten used to traveling with the bare minimal due to his constant traveling. Kicking the dirt with the toe of his Vans, he gestured to the last person.
  |wander| / muta / 50d 10h 38m 26s
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[b [#cc0066 “Please sit .. er .. um, I don’t think I caught your name.”]] Greta stammered through still smiling.

Taking a sip, Gret realized she had finished her drink and frowned. Standing up, she went over to the counter. She couldn’t see Tommy anywhere so she grinned mischievously before climbing behind the bar. Pouring herself a cup of coffee, she added some milk and sugar. Just as she was about to snag a cookie, the blonde haired barista came out from the back and scowled at Greta.
[b [#669999 "Gret, how many times do I have to tell you not to come behind the counter during store hours!”]] He yelled at her but he couldn’t hide the laughter behind his voice.
[b [#cc0066 “Maybe you should come wait on us and do your job!”]] She teased. Greta stuck her tongue out and scurried back to her table.

Flopping back into her seat, she took a big sip of the hot drink. Tommy came over to the table still making a face at Greta. [b [#669999 "I’m so sorry you’re friends with this degenerate. Can I take your order sir?”]] He asked Zale as he took his notepad out.

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Greyson let out a hearty chuckle and stood up and offered her a handkerchief from his pocket. He hadn’t laughed this much since Greta fell asleep in the coffee shop during finals week and Tommy and he shaved off her eyebrows. He wasn’t sure where else he would show her.

The campus wasn’t huge, but it had some cool places.

[b [#3366cc “Why did you decide to come here to go to school?”]] Asked Greyson. He thought that Vella would like the rose garden so he started to head that way.

The academy was backed by some very wealthy people and to appeal to them, the school grew an impressive rose garden on campus just a little ways away from the fountain. Greyson and his friends often came here during prep school to escape their studies.

The two approached the garden and the roses were in full bloom. Greyson smiled at the thought of his childhood days. [b [#3366cc “This is the rose garden. It has been here for a long time.”]]

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  |anon| / muta / 58d 8h 25m 2s
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[center [abel [size15 Ezra was painfully aware of the carotid artery that was pulsating in the pale neck of the petite woman who was saying something important to him as he stood in front of the counter. The woman was young in her mid twenties. She had long platinum blond hair tied back in a loose bun revealing the soft skin on her neck and shoulders. She was leaning on her elbow and tapping her pen absentmindedly as she explained the legalities of the self help group he was about to attend. Visibly swallowing uncomfortably, Ezra tugged at the hem of his sweater. He felt his stomach growl and he blushed awkwardly. Backing away from the counter, he held his breath as he extended his hand to take the name card from the woman.
[b [#ff5050 "Th-thanks."]] He stuttered out before briskly turning away from her.

It had been a year and a half since the [i incident] happened. Ezra had his whole life planned out. Everything he had been working for was starting to play out and pay off and he was excited to start his career. But everything changed when Ezra was attacked by a Ghoul. Before this he had little to know contact with monsters so he had only heard about them in the news so when he had an encounter with one, let alone was [i attacked] by one, Ezra was thrown for a loop.
After the attack, things went downhill for the law student. He lost everything and part of him blamed it on monsters. If they hadn't moved to his city, he would have been finished with school and moved onto his dream job. But instead, he was working in a coffee and heading to his first self help group meeting.

Running his thing fingers through his messy hair, he let out a sigh. He still struggled being around people especially humans. It took everything in his power not to jump across the counter and rip the girls throat out with his teeth. He had been surviving on animal organs and dead bodies from the mortuary but the living were so much different.
Pulling the sticky backing off of his name tag, he pressed it to his shirt and entered the room.
There were already a solid amount of people sitting around the room. He took an empty chair and stared at his feet. He couldn't bare to look at the creatures he was sitting with. He hated how much contempt he felt for people he didn't even know. His psychiatrist suggested to him that inserting himself into a setting with people like him would help him overcome him anger and hatred towards monsters. The only way for him to move on was to let go of the past and move on. But Ezra felt like that was complete and utter bullshit, yet here he was.

Someone Ezra knew it was his turn to speak but he refused to look up. He scuffled his feet against the ground before clearing his throat.
[b [#ff5050 "Um, I'm Ezra. I had a great life."]] He started. His face twisted into a scowl of pure hatred. [b [#ff5050 "Before one of [i your] kind decided to screw me over."]] He spat furiously. Clenching his fists together, he lashed out in anger completely shattering the stool next to him like it was nothing but glass. His eyes widened in horror and surprised. He wasn't used to his new found strength and he suddenly felt nothing but guilt. Scratching the back of his neck, he coughed nervously.
[b [#ff5050 "S-sorry, I have to use the bathroom."]] Ezra whispered under his breath before leaving the room.
  |anon| / muta / 70d 7h 4m 33s
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[left [pic https://i.imgur.com/bbvwcGk.png]] [center [abel [size15 Greta made her way to the coffee slowly now that she didn't have to meet with Greyson. She strolled along whistling to herself happily. She shoved her hands into her jacket pockets and gazed at the sky. The clouds were super fluffy today and the sky was a soft blue. The weather was so nice out she couldn't believe it. When she spotted the cafe, Greta couldn't help but smile. She loved this place and couldn't contain her joy. Pushing the joy open, she beamed when she heard the regular chime of the bell. Tommy was standing at the sink drying a glass when he noticed the pink haired regular. He grinned back at her, obviously happy to see her.

Tommy was a soft looking boy. He was about 6'4 but was a big ball of love. Greta and Greyson always thought of him as a teddy bear. He started working at Cocoa Connections about two years ago so it was normal for the three of them to hang out together. Although he looked young, he had graduated last year and was working at the cafe to pay off his school fees.
[b [#cc0066 "Tommmyyyy!"]] Greta sang in a sugary voice. Tommy laughed at Greta's usual greeting.
[b [#669999 "Hey Gret, what's up? Want the usual?"]] He asked putting the glass down.
[b [#cc0066 "I'm meeting a boy I met in my class today!"]] She said with a wink. Tommy was used to her whacky personality and just nodded with a smile before brewing a chai tea latte with almond milk. It was her absolute favorite.

Taking a seat in a both by the window, she pulled out her sketch book and began to doodle. Tommy brought her over her favorite blue mug and set it down in front of her with a toasted croissant and some fresh cut strawberries. Squealing in delight, she took a bite of the pastry and let out a happy hum. Clicking the home button on her phone, she checked the time. It was only 11:50 and Greta was getting restless. She had so many questions she wanted to ask the boy she had met today.

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[right [pic https://i.imgur.com/i39phBc.png]] [b [#3366cc "I actually made the brownie you ate with your coffee. I make everything here. My friend Tommy helps with the bread sometimes."]] Greyson stated. Following the girl, he smiled. [b [#3366cc "It's nice to meet you Vella."]]

Greyson loved the campus. The buildings were all historical and build with old grey stone. He loved the maple trees that lettered the campus grounds. They had been there for hundreds of years and he couldn't help but admire their beauty. Besides the rose gardens, his favorite part was the marble fountain in the center of the quad. He thought he would start there. Slowing his pace to match the smaller women, he strided up to the fountain.

[b [#3366cc "This is my favorite place on campus. It was build in 1893 when there were only two buildings that made up the academy. In the winter they let you ice skate here."]] He informed. The fountain was absolutely massive so of course the school liked to manage the frozen water and let the students skate.

[b [#3366cc "Hey, come over here I want to show you something."]] He motioned for Vella to come closer. Just as she go close, Greyson leaned down and scooped a handful of water. He couldn't help himself. Letting out a laugh he backed away quickly before she could retaliate.
  |academy| / muta / 62d 14h 30m 41s
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Drying her brushes, she headed back to her seat and packed her tool box. Picking up her painting, she tucked it carefully away in her cubby. Slinging her bag over her shoulder, she stopped at Zale's easel before leaving. Her eyes lingered on the girl's face. It was so realistic. Greta was impressed by his skills. Brushing a stray hair out of her face, Greta was unaware of the blue streak of paint on her cheek as she cleared her throat.
[b [#cc0066 "U-uh, your painting is really beautiful."]] Greta blurted out to the blue haired boy. She was usually very confident and concise in her speaking but suddenly she felt very self consious around her upper classmate. Glancing at her watch, she had ten minutes to get to her meeting. Letting out a distressed sigh, she shuffled her feet in anticipation. She wanted to say more to the boy but she was out of time.
[b [#cc0066 "Sorry for cutting this short but I have to meet someone.]] She exclaimed before lunging for the door. From the door, she yelled, [b [#cc0066 "Hey, meet me at the coffee shop on campus at noon!"]]

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[right [pic https://i.imgur.com/i39phBc.png]] Greyson let out a hearty laugh. This girl was quite interesting, she reminded him of his best friend Greta. Speaking of Greta, he pulled out his cellphone and swiped through his messages. He had a notification from the pink haired girl.
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[font "Courier New" [b Gret:] Running late. Hate running. Dying. *^*][right 」]
Greyson smiled. This was so typical of her. Greyson had met Greta in prep school. Although he was two years older than her, the two became fast friends when they had been paired in the same mentor-ship program. Greyson had been chosen to be Greta's senior mentor and help her around school. Greta was always getting into trouble and was still her same scatterbrained self. He was actually kind of surprised they had stayed friends this long. They were completely different people and were always butting heads through the years. But now that he was a senior, he was thankful to have a constant friend through all of the years, even if she ate everything in the bakery.

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[font "Courier New" [b Grey:] Take your time, I can't meet right now anyway. Tommy will give you your usual. Let's do dinner?][right 」]

Pocketing his phone, he untied his apron and tossed it behind the counter. Extending a hand, Greyson offered to help the girl down.
[b [#3366cc "I don't usually brag, but I guess I am pretty good. I have had lots of practice."]] He said with a smile. He had been baking before he could walk. He had better be good or else he had wasted a lot of time.

Waving to the other barista known as Tommy, Greyson patted his jeans to make sure he had his wallet. Pulling a black sweater over his head, he gestured for the door. [b [#3366cc "Shall we go ... er, I don't seem to know your name. As you already know, I am Greyson."]]
  |academy| / muta / 71d 9h 2m 44s
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[left [pic https://i.imgur.com/qmwLyWd.png]] [center [Abel [size15 Greta was quite the oddball. She had gotten her outgoing personality and creativity from her mother. When someone gives her an inch, she takes a mile in leaps and bounds. Greta was taken aback by the kind smile her classmate gave her. She was used to the common greeting from most as a obligatory nicety but this stranger had the most inviting smile. Greta matched his grin with an even wider one. Tilting her head, she smiled her signature cheeky grin.
[b [#cc0066 "Hi, I'm Greta. It's really nice to meet you."]] She gushed. Her bubbly personality spilled from her mouth even in a common introduction.

Just as she was about to say something else, an elderly woman walked in. Her silver hair was in a long braid down that rested on her back almost touching her butt. She had a crooked nose that looked like a bird's beak and wiry framed glasses that took up half of her forehead. The woman's arms were covered in dried paint that matched her once black apron that was now littered with splotches of acrylic.
[b [#626262 "Hello class, I am professor Gouff. I will be teaching your intermediate painting class. For your first assignment, I want you to paint me something that you love more than anything. It can be a place, an object, a person, or even a feeling. There are no rules in this!"]] Squeaked the teacher. She was looking more and more like a bird each passing moment.

Greta stared at her easel for what felt like an eternity before squeezing a generous amount of paint onto her pallet. Grabbing a brush, she scooped up a glob and began her masterpiece. Humming mindlessly, the pink haired girl absentmindedly stuck her tongue out as she focused.
After about an hour, Professor Gouff slowly wandered around the class to admire the work her students had made. She would ask them about it and then move on to the next. Making her way around the circle, she stopped at Greta's and gazed upon the creation. [https://i.imgur.com/N1OvM4q.png [right [pic https://i.imgur.com/iYPGvSK.png]]] The professor was silent for a moment. Her expression was somber and she tucked her hands behind her back. Seconds passed before she finally spoke.
[b [#626262 "Miss Reynold, can you tell me who this is?"]] She inquired in a gentle tone.

Greta stared quietly at her piece. The creation before her was vibrant and saturated but held a melancholy just beneath the surface. A pastel haired boy stood contemplating oblivious to the admiring eye that had been soaking up his every move. Although she was smiling, there was a sadness in the girl's eyes as she spoke, [b [#cc0066 "This is Carter, my older brother. He passed away two years ago,"]] she paused as a lump formed in her throat. She batted her long lashes fighting back tears before letting out a tense chuckle. [b [#cc0066 "I don't ever want to forget what his smile looks like."]] As she finished speaking, all pain had left her face. Only adoration remained as she took another moment to admire her painting.

A single tear rolled down Professor Gouff's cheek. She nodded slowly as she spoke, [b [#626262 "Beautiful, absolutely beautiful."]]
Greta let out a humble chuckle before adjusting in her seat. She watched as the professor moved onto Zale.

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[right [pic https://i.imgur.com/LwBMDxL.png]] Grayson chucked at the girl's response. She definitely looked like the kind of girl that would drink a caramel macchiato. Oddly enough, Grayson has a freaky knack for guessing what kind of drink people would order. As a child, he really struggled recognizing people so his parents taught him to associate people with sweets. Just as he was about to turn away, he was surprised by her body language. She was smiling and leaning towards him rather playfully. This was actually amusing to the barista.
[b [#3366cc "I will get that right away for you miss."]] He he countered with a sly smile.

Grabbing a to-go cup, he uncapped a sharpie and scrawled in his surprisingly lovely handwriting,
[Mrs+Saint+Delafield [b [size24 "Miss Caramel Macchiato."]]]
Pumping a heaping amount of caramel syrup into the paper cup, he carefully poured over espresso and heavy cream and gingerly swirled the liquids together with a silver spoon. Adding whipped cream, a caramel drizzle, and brittle shavings to the top of the steaming coffee that was more dessert than beverage, he carefully capped it with a dome lid. Reaching into the display case, he picked the biggest brownie square he could find and wrapped it in a pretty purple paper before returning to his customer.

Placing the bag in front of her, he decided to take a seat across from her. The shop was quiet and he had the time to spare. Lacing his fingers together, he placed his hands on the counter top and crossed his legs. Greyson was dressed in a long sleeve cotton shirt that hugged his muscular chest in all of the write places. His sleeves were pushed up revealing tattoos that said something in French in a beautiful script. His go to outfit was a shirt with his favorite black jeans and an apron. Greyson dressed modest, the only indication that he was enormously wealthy was his taste in Italian leather shoes.
[b [#3366cc "Yes, I am a senior in the culinary arts. I have a pretty easy schedule and work here for intern credit. You're in luck today, I don't have class. Would you like a tour guide?"]] Greyson asked knowing the answer. He had a charm about him that was hard to resist, male or female.
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