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The warehouse door rolls up on its axis and is very loud, and very disruptive. Metal upon metal. Endymion is slowly revealed from behind it, starting from the ground up (where Beryl sits at his feet, wearing a guinea pig harness and snuffling at some gravel) until his deer-in-headlights face...

ENDYMION 3 Months Later “Sir, I have to ask you to please put out your cigarette, or we’ll have to escort you off the train.” The steward, a fat man with balding white hair, gingerly clasps his hands in front of himself like an approximation of a bow. His moustache quivers anxiously...

For the umpteenth time does the very ground shake with the force of another, positively massive explosion. Endymion would later swear he could feel his bones reverberate from the force. In the moment however his legs are once more swept from underneath him, and he falls like a body from a...

The businesswoman and the young priest practically sweep Endymion off his feet and away. It’s not much romantic. Down the halls, round the doorways, clip your shoulder on the frame— it’s a mad dash for any semblance of safe ground to stand on. The thing about being a mage, is, well… it...

A thick coppery fog fills the kneeling space above the floor. It tastes positively rank, and so Endymion forces himself back to his feet as quickly as he fell. His legs feel a bit jelly still. Probably from his poor breathing; his lungs, while miles recovered from their damaged state in his...

ENDYMION His burst of heroism has been used up. So has his brain, while we’re at it. Endymion freezes on the spot and does nothing but watch the automatons approach. As the living-blade-armour-knights trudge through a sea of broken glass as shrapnel, they swing their arms in an arc, and their...

ENDYMION Shit! Shit! Shit! Endymion’s head spins the same way that pieces of a broken dish skitter across a floor. He’s definitely gotten a lungful or two of whatever chemical warfare is going on in the 150th floor foyer. It’s disgusting, the way it coats his mouth in a way that’s not...

⁺˚⋆｡°✩ ENDYMION ✩°｡⋆˚⁺ Terrible people roam the streets and cause problems to innocent individuals…. …we help out people in need. That’s what makes us heroes! You don’t say? Endymion loses his train of thought for a moment there, so he’s slow to react and only manages a lackadaisical wave...

⁺˚⋆｡°✩ ENDYMION ✩°｡⋆˚⁺ Mid-morning, inner city Sometimes, it’s true — despite how often you hear it, and how often it’s simply ruined by the faux-chivalry of those who profess it — that good deeds often go punished. That is to say, that Endymion is only minding his own business and giving...

• Kanbe Ori • Ah, beautiful day. Cicadas buzz in the dry morning air. No rain today; the sun shines brightly beyond white clouds. Village children scamper underneath the shopkeeps’ feet, snickering and wailing as they knock produce from stalls and kick up flying clouds of dust. The eldest of...

⁺˚⋆｡°✩ ENDYMION ✩°｡⋆˚⁺ Mid-morning, inner city “♩ Fat baby frog, eating baby bugs, she’s got an ugly mug but she likes a squishy hug—!♩” A young man sits in the back seat of a cab, bobbing from side to side while he rhythmically pats the lump tucked under his shirt collar like it’s a baby’s...

Done. FWIW I would much prefer a discord for ooc

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Int in playing a mage character. I will start working on a cs application ☺️

Ok cool. Can someone from any social class become a Jiyûnoha?

What culture is Famrica based off of? Europeans? Are they a specific country?

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int. @ERode “Ach! I really, really hope it will be more dignified this time around! The person I became that day still haunts me…” Endymion whinges, putting on a melodramatic air. “At the very least, I’ll accept a silly outfit if it means I don’t have to whack grabby diners.” He grimaces at...

Endymion casts the daughter a shy smile; for obvious reasons, he can’t help but feel sympathetic towards those with strained or otherwise unconventional relationships with their parents, but his attention is shortly thereafter drawn to the mother herself. She grips both his hands in her own...

@TreasureSniper @AnonyMouse Endymion holds back the urge to jab a playful elbow at Talio. Surely his guildmates can’t think that poorly of his physical strength to make comments about it, can they? Beryl politely stays silent for once and allows Endymion to feel how loudly his pulse throbs...