PrismaticStardust

When he hunched over, that’s when she saw it. She rose an eyebrow upon seeing it, then gave a little smirk once she realized what it was. He also seemed to be doing his own thing with his own flare at his own pace. To go along with the crowd like this was unusual, and definitely worth teasing him over for. “Hoodie, huh?” Freezing up for a moment, he decided to put down the monitor and set aside his tools. As this would get hectic for sure--always does when it comes to her. He took a breath, knowing where this conversation was heading. “First off,” Cyan turned around and pointed a finger upwards with his thumb

“What are you doing out here?” He asked. Throughout his time spent with the brunette just a bit up ahead. He’s seen many of her colors. Many expressions. Many vibrant emotions she’s capable of feeling. This…. This expression she wears. This color she’s radiating. He hasn’t seen it before. He was captivated. He wanted to know why this expression showed on her face. Eyes half lidded, not from weary but from a darkness weighing on her eyelashes. Pupils glazed over--unable to see the view, stuck in a memory. Yet… though she couldn’t see--he could tell she was taking in her surroundings.

B A S I C     H I S T O R Y         Long ago, a great war had taken place upon a large continent. This feud had brought many Majestories clashing together. Thee surge of power created a riff in the air, until finally when thee final blow of a Chaos Orb had been used, thee air was ripped. Mystic Flow had been broken, and the particles were spreading. Thee air became unbreathable to thee Discordians. Thee Regius Council took action, and broke thee contaminated land apart from it‘s major mass, let it be carried off by the sea. Large enough to be it’s own continent, but too small to be it’s own world. Thee isolated island came

“. . . . . . . What.” Breaking his focus, the blond looked up to the sudden voice. “. . . . . .” The blond stared down the greenut with a expression of surprise and confusion, as the greenut stared back with utter incomprehension. “. . . . . . . .” Patiently the blond waited for the greenut to speak his next words--after he found them of course. “. . . . . . . . Is that?” Leo looked down, following Knox’s line of sight. He turned back to the greenut still shocked to silence after confirming the source of his friend’s bewilderment. “. . . . . “ A few times the blond

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