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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2022 1:12 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2022 12:18 pm
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Arashi could smell the spearmint of Aella's breath and it was an odd sensation. Like something comfortable but unknown. As she whispered her dare into his ear, his lips grew into a grin to match her own. "No problem."
Arashi carefully made his way back to where Mo and the Mad Hatter had settled into a row of seats. Mo was already asleep, and Ara was honestly impressed. How tired did one have to be to pass out right away on a moving vehicle?
"Hey," he nodded to their purple-dressed friend. "I'm Arashi. See my friend over there," he said pointing to Aella. "She wants to know if you think I'm cute," he winked. "Do you have a name or can I just call you 'mine'?" He blew the Mad Hatter a kiss and went back up to Aella before he could get a response.
As he sat back down in his seat, he caught a glimpse of the bus driver giving him the stink-eye but knew he wouldn't say anything.
"I hope you're ready. I used my best pickup lines." Arashi relayed what he'd said, and then thoughtfully added, "Do you think he'll call me?" He chuckled to himself. "Alright, Madam, truth or dare?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2022 10:02 pm
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While the moment MoRueran spent napping was-- in reality-- very brief, his mind would replay some of the memories of his past both old and fairly recent. Images of the Elixir of Life would abruptly come into and out of focus only to sharply cut away to the Ancient Human Atavist running desperately towards a doorway that was only growing more and more distant no matter how hard he sprinted, his friends and his mother each shouting urgently for him to hurry and to make it back home.
His mentor was also there among those pleading for his return, screaming even louder so as to warn Mo to not look back. Against this, the vagabond brawler would crane his neck, his body compelled to turn around by a force that went against his will, only to see behind him formless blackness and a ghostly pale Alluvion sinking into it.
Mo was shocked and brought back into the waking world, his awakening accompanied by heavy breathing and fresh beads of sweat. For the first time in a long time, the childlike fellow had fully opened his eyes, locking his gaze with that of Aella for a brief moment then onto Arashi. As if, out of combative habit, MoRueran used his life-sensing to check on everyone present, his right hand gripping the very top of the seat in front of him with such force that his fingers pierced through its blue leather.
All seemed to be fine, but the dream made the pinkish-orange clad weirdo to be a bit on-edge as he began cracking his knuckles, his breathing becoming slow and deep. As though he was preparing to actually fight.
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