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/ˌīˈden(t)ədē/
Noun
1. With a light intention to find an object for its weekly task ( make up a game, make up a game, make up a game— ), Axcio searches, and searches, and searches. Even through the sands and the sunlights that gradually rips out every little atoms it bares with.
2. Even through the sounds of waves crashing around it. Loud and violent is the song. Such strength it holds bring the world trembling to its knees. Certainly, are the waves found behind the Nymphs' laughters that laced in mockery towards Life.
3. How madness always remain in the idea of lingering over the past or future.
4. Breathing resilience, with lungs made out of steel, it ignores them all. Though, it stops when its soft gaze find something round far ahead of it. Ears twitches. Tail lashes. It pads closer towards the object and finds it being a beach ball. Red and white. White and red. It halts.
5. Axcio, host a get-to-know-you game or activity. Whatever kind you like.
6. With quivering paws, Axcio pushes the ball with its nose and watches it roll away from it. Frowning, thinking, humming. Then, it repeats the action until it reaches to under a cooling shade at Barracuda Bay. It lets its surrounding drown it over and catches the blurry faces moving.
7. Axcio lifts its head slightly and calls, "For those who are willing to participate a get-to-know-you activity, ga-gather around." It releases a shaky sigh, exhaustion already dragging its Soul down while the Devil hungrily waits below. Muscles still sore, yet never recovering, as it seems.
8. Despite the struggle, it continues, "When you... When you ha-have this ball–" its claws gently taps on the beach ball, "–state your name, rank, and three fun facts about yourself. Once you-you're done, han... ha-pass it to someone who haven't introduce themself yet."
9. It stares at the ball and fidgets. "Uh... To start - to start off, I'm Axcio." ( Axcio, Axcio, Axcio—Oicxa, Oicxa, Oicxa— ) "I recently joined the group, so, that makes me a Crewmate, yes?... ( Traitor, liar, hater, manipulator, terror— ).
10. Ears flattens, body twitches, it grimaces. "Fu-fun facts about me..." Heart beats quicken, its bones rattles madly beneath its fragile flesh—they scream. Agony nearly tears down skin. Stretching. Pulling. So much. Too much.
10. Axcio digs its paws deeper into the sands and slouches. It seeks attempt to soothe itself by taking a few deep breathes while its eyes are tightly shut. Teeth against teeth, pain clashes pain, the Stars wails within it before they all die off.
11. Just like everyone who has known Axcio.
13. Though, empty and cold its body is now, calmness soon washes over it. Something is not right. "I-I-I... enjoy making - making up poetries and stories, I am fascinated with the concept of mythology in general, and... I have travelled across the world a couple of times."
14. One, two, three, it finally passes the ball over to the next willing mouth. Finally.
/ˌīˈden(t)ədē/
Noun
1. With a light intention to find an object for its weekly task ( make up a game, make up a game, make up a game— ), Axcio searches, and searches, and searches. Even through the sands and the sunlights that gradually rips out every little atoms it bares with.
2. Even through the sounds of waves crashing around it. Loud and violent is the song. Such strength it holds bring the world trembling to its knees. Certainly, are the waves found behind the Nymphs' laughters that laced in mockery towards Life.
3. How madness always remain in the idea of lingering over the past or future.
4. Breathing resilience, with lungs made out of steel, it ignores them all. Though, it stops when its soft gaze find something round far ahead of it. Ears twitches. Tail lashes. It pads closer towards the object and finds it being a beach ball. Red and white. White and red. It halts.
5. Axcio, host a get-to-know-you game or activity. Whatever kind you like.
6. With quivering paws, Axcio pushes the ball with its nose and watches it roll away from it. Frowning, thinking, humming. Then, it repeats the action until it reaches to under a cooling shade at Barracuda Bay. It lets its surrounding drown it over and catches the blurry faces moving.
7. Axcio lifts its head slightly and calls, "For those who are willing to participate a get-to-know-you activity, ga-gather around." It releases a shaky sigh, exhaustion already dragging its Soul down while the Devil hungrily waits below. Muscles still sore, yet never recovering, as it seems.
8. Despite the struggle, it continues, "When you... When you ha-have this ball–" its claws gently taps on the beach ball, "–state your name, rank, and three fun facts about yourself. Once you-you're done, han... ha-pass it to someone who haven't introduce themself yet."
9. It stares at the ball and fidgets. "Uh... To start - to start off, I'm Axcio." ( Axcio, Axcio, Axcio—Oicxa, Oicxa, Oicxa— ) "I recently joined the group, so, that makes me a Crewmate, yes?... ( Traitor, liar, hater, manipulator, terror— ).
10. Ears flattens, body twitches, it grimaces. "Fu-fun facts about me..." Heart beats quicken, its bones rattles madly beneath its fragile flesh—they scream. Agony nearly tears down skin. Stretching. Pulling. So much. Too much.
10. Axcio digs its paws deeper into the sands and slouches. It seeks attempt to soothe itself by taking a few deep breathes while its eyes are tightly shut. Teeth against teeth, pain clashes pain, the Stars wails within it before they all die off.
11. Just like everyone who has known Axcio.
13. Though, empty and cold its body is now, calmness soon washes over it. Something is not right. "I-I-I... enjoy making - making up poetries and stories, I am fascinated with the concept of mythology in general, and... I have travelled across the world a couple of times."
14. One, two, three, it finally passes the ball over to the next willing mouth. Finally.
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