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If someone says it's wrong to hope, I'll tell them they're wrong every time.
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AGE 00, PRONOUNS SHE/HER, JOB OMEGA FIVE HITMAN
CLASSIFICATION GODDESS, SOURCE PUELLA MAGI MADOKA
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Post by MADOKA KANAME on Aug 29, 2017 4:00:52 GMT
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NOTES: she's getting used to the feeling of life again.
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A crisp breeze ruffled her hair as she stood at the shore's edge staring aimlessly towards the horizon. Rays of orange and yellow streaked through the sky from the setting sun turning the blue sky a light peach color. Her head inclined as she tried to trace each ray with her eyes until she lost sight of it. A warm breeze brushed past her cheek and she leaned into its embrace with a soft sigh. It'd been so long since she felt something like this.[break][break]
Water wetting the bottom of her feet and warmth on her skin.[break][break]
Madoka drew in a breath and could smell the ocean.[break][break]
It was all so beautiful and so serene that it seemed like a dream. And as she exhaled, she wondered if this was just a dream that she was experiencing with everyone else. [break][break]
Did she happen to make them up as a way to stave off her loneliness or did she truly achieve her true happiness?[break][break]
Madoka ran her fingers along her arm and rested her cheek against her shoulder as she relaxed. Standing up straight didn't tire her out like when she was human. To be fair, she couldn't remember the last time she'd even felt tired. She'd been sleeping for so long that things like tiredness and worry were foreign to her.[break][break]
Human emotions were there. She knew shame, she knew love, she knew respect, how to be humble, but the basic needs were gone.[break][break]
Was this godhood?[break][break]
Her head bowed and eyes widened as she noticed a red and white seashell at her feet. Leaning down, she picked it up and turned it over in her hands. Raising it up to her ear, she could hear the ocean waves crashing against the shore and chuckled softly at the noise. But then she heard something else. Someone calling out to her.[break][break]
Oh, wait.[break][break]
Turning around, she smiled and waved.[break][break]
"Hello."
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I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea
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AGE 17, PRONOUNS he / him, JOB pawffee staff
CLASSIFICATION human, SOURCE voltron
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Post by Lance McClain on Aug 30, 2017 18:01:16 GMT
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NOTES: n/a
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Lance had decided to take an evening jog. Some last minute exercise before heading back home and chilling in the tub with his rubber duck and bath salts. Plus, working at the Pawffee shop had been rough today, and he needed to do something to shake out stiff limbs and a tired back. Lifting crates of coffee beans and cleaning tables over his long shift had been exhausting.
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But this time, instead of taking his usual route along the seawall, he'd decided to spice it up a bit. He might regret his choice later, but he took is jog along the shoreline, his sneakers biting into the sand. It was harder to run in and he could already feel the waves and sand licking into his sneakers (dammit, that'd be hell to clean later). His head turns to admire the view to see the line where the sky meets the sea and watch as orange fades into blue. But he turns his head to face forwards once more -- he can't very well go running into the ocean right now.
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There's a figure in the distance. It looks like... a little girl? A girl in the ocean, holding something to her ear. He blinks. Where are her parents?
[break][break]
He runs over, pulling down his sweater hood in the process. "Hey...hey!" he calls, arm raised in the air as he waves. Once he's closer, he hears her murmur a hello and he stops to catch his breath. Dang, he's out of shape. He supposes sitting in a lion and pushing controls doesn't do much in terms of exercise.
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Damn, he misses Red.
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"Hey there," he says once more, taking a deeper breath. His cerulean eyes fix on her rose-colored ones and he grins. "Whatcha doing?"
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If someone says it's wrong to hope, I'll tell them they're wrong every time.
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AGE 00, PRONOUNS SHE/HER, JOB OMEGA FIVE HITMAN
CLASSIFICATION GODDESS, SOURCE PUELLA MAGI MADOKA
22
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RECENT
FUNDS
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Post by MADOKA KANAME on Aug 30, 2017 19:48:23 GMT
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NOTES: and getting used to interacting with people.
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Madoka tilted her head to the side as he approached her. His eyes were blue and as she looked between him and the ocean, there were definite similarities. A soft smile formed on her lips as she turned to face him and pointed out to the horizon.
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"Watching the sunset," she said. "Would you like to watch it with me?"
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Her hands clasped behind her back as she rocked from heel to toe. Without waiting for an answer, she turned to face the horizon and tilted her head to the side. From here it looked as though the sun was meeting the water or at least falling below it. But she knew for a fact that the line where the sky meets the sea was just a matter of perception.
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"I'm not sure if Tomodachi Island is on Earth or in a different reality of it," she mused. "But do you think that there is an end to the horizon?"
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Inquisitive eyes were centered on him once the question was asked. But as she opened her mouth to back it up, she realized that she didn't know his name.
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"Sorry, I must've forgotten my manners. My name is Kaname Madoka, you can call me Madoka though."
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She held out her hand despite the waves rolling over her feet. It did feel a little chilly but that feeling was nice as well.
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I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea
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AGE 17, PRONOUNS he / him, JOB pawffee staff
CLASSIFICATION human, SOURCE voltron
13
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RECENT
FUNDS
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Post by Lance McClain on Sept 1, 2017 2:13:32 GMT
[nospaces][googlefont=Roboto:400,700|Poppins:400,600,900] [attr="class","jarbtg"] [attr="class","jarbtgh"] [attr="class","jarbtgtri"] [attr="class","jarbtgicon"] [attr="class","jarbtgminilyr"]no better[break]time for your[break]shine you're a [attr="class","jarbtglyr"]STAR [attr="class","jarbtgnotes"]
NOTES: n/a
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Lance raises a brow and looks back out to the ocean, to where the sun dips into the sea. His smile is curious and content. "Watching the sunset, huh?" he asks, quickly calculating if he's got time. And yes, he does -- frankly, he's got nothing going on afterwards, and he's got plenty of time to spare to watch the sunset. His sneakers twist to face out towards the ocean. "Sure, why not."
[break][break]
There's silence as the two of them stare at the fading light. The waves lap against the shore in a rhythmic shhhh, shhhh. He loves the sounds of the ocean, the roar of the waves, but the silence is a little awkward. He shuffles a bit, plays with his hoodie strings, tilts his head as he tries to find something else to say.
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Thankfully, the pink-haired girl breaks the silence for him. Lance looks at her, watches her serene features and takes in the question, perplexed. He's...he's never really thought about it that way. He'd always assumed they were in some alternate reality or some really screwed up planet, with only an island and an ocean. He frowns, his features twisting into a contemplative look. "Eh, I just assumed it's a different reality. I mean, I've been to an alternate reality before -- let me tell you, that was not entirely pleasant," he says with a shake of his head. "But surely it's on some planet or something..."
[break][break]
He pauses, gives her a wink. "Or maybe this is heaven 'cause I'm seeing angels," he exclaims, falling into the habits of using pick-up lines. Really, though, he says them to gain attention rather than affection.
[break][break]
Lance takes the open hand for an invitation for a high five and gives it a good slap. Not hard enough to hurt but no light tap either. Frankly, if he wanted to give her a high-five, he'd probably have to take a slight step into the water. He doesn't want to get his shoes wetter than they already are, if he can help it. That, plus he really just is that oblivious sometimes. "I'm Lance. Lance McClain, but you can call me Lance. Or Sharpshooter. Or whatever, really. Nice to meetcha, Madoka," he notes with a grin.
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