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I would like to remind new ones here, please have some sort of mun info! If you’re a pal already and let me know it’s you, you get a pass!
- it here.”
And with that, he ties his hair into a loose knot before going back to work, getting tired of hair getting stuck to sweaty arms as he’s bent over and moving things around.
“If you’d want to be a good ally, you could help me look.”
A fool? Shiryu may be a fool to some, but he is somehow the lesser of the two evils when it comes to greeting people.
“A ‘hello’ would’ve worked better than whatever this…” vaguely gesturing over Isaac, smiling as he straightened out again with a look, letting out a huff.-
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The areas above Atlantis weren't often visited, so when the general was notified of a trespasser outside, he wondered what they were doing. A fool who covets the sunken treasures, or one seeking entrance into the remnants of the old city?
“𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦–—
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- “…is.”
The look in the Saints eyes were more playful than stern and demanding. Everything about this conversation was lighthearted and not taken as seriously as it should’ve been.
“I am here to look for a large section of Andromeda’s chain. He said that he remembers losing-
- shoulder with a sigh and muttering, the Saint didn’t hear the approach of someone new, only startling a bit when the other was practically on top of him.
“I hope you’re not here to start something.”
@marinergeneral
Digging around in leftover wreckage, Shiryu searched for a piece of something that Saori had asked to retrieve, completely ignoring everything around him as he threw a rock off to the side with a grunt.
Amongst the straightening up and flinging a chunk of hair back over his-
Its bravado, its romanticism, its secrecy, were pared away, leaving in their place something so intimate, so powerful in its impact, that her final emergence upon the edge of the dark lake, with its silent pagoda and waiting willows, was like an embrace.
Rosemary Manning
There was a mess surrounding the Dragon Saint, who had just gone through what could only be described as a skin slothingly violent mental health episode.
Hair was torn out in clumps and some spirts of blood was splattered on the carpet from broken nail beds.
Shiryu wasn’t-