04-18-2018, 02:17 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-18-2018, 02:17 PM by BASTILLEPAW.)
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Shaaaady.
"So, I guess you know this random stranger, too," he drawled slowly, giving Roy a pointed look before he was studying the newcomer thoroughly. Where the hell were they from? Why was Roy so suspicious all the time? "What's a Flame Alchemist?" he questioned aloud, before supplying briefly, "The Ascendants is our Clan." He figured that was pretty straight forward, even for mysterious friends of Roy. He eyed Hughes, and decided that yes, it was weird that these three knew one another but didn't seem to understand the framework of group living.
Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago, Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword, Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know, I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]