[roleplay] 《 the Superior Race. Ψ 》. accepting!

Aurora~

Aurora saw the worry and frustration on Janaff's face. She decided to keep quiet until she could talk to him in private.

Miriam must know that Nami has been killed, so I guess I won't have to go and see her anymore! Aurora thought. What a relief.
 
-Daemon-
"Oh... uh.. that was, a farewell..?" Daemon muttered awkwardly, not thinking through what he was going to say to his brother.

(man though mann that was sad that was tense i did not see all that coming wow)
 
(The feels are strong at the moment. Shall we tone things down a bit, or keep the ball rolling?)
 
(HARU HARU, and they're basically toned down since the Laguz are returning to their home lol)

DAMIEN:
"Why didn't you just tell me?" Damien smirked at him. "Don't worry, there will be other non-freaky ladies out there for you."

AHRI:
The wind began to blow as they scaled the hills, looking over at the city and forest from the top of the hills. "Are you guys happy to be going home?" She forced out. She had to erase the thought of him. Entirely. She still had all of her friends, and it wasn't like they had fallen in love.
 
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(Keep it rolling.)

What am I going to do..? I'm trapped in this emotional prison..and there is no escaping for me, unless I...tell her?
 
(ahri's stuff she had ahri thinking, ahri's reaction to the kiss, its still getting me lol)

-Daemon-
"Oh shut it." Daemon punched him lightly on the arm, not meaning to cause pain.
He wondered what he would do now. Would he really move on, and find a different girl?
The idea didn't really appeal to him. Daemon sighed to himself.
 
I speed up, and walk ahead of them. I had way to much on my mind to talk.

Get out! Get me out! Please! I was still trapped in the prison.
 
Satoshi
Satoshi stared at the beautiful forest, smiling. "Home.." He murmurs to himself.
 
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(thank you!)

Aurora~

Janaff probably doesn't want to talk to me right now. I'll stay back here with the group. I just hope he's okay...
 
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(No Problaimo.)

I fly up into a tree, the same tree always flew into.

I'm never leaving this prison.

I start to cry a bit, my tears falling to the ground below me.
 
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