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Fantasy Reaper 3: Final March

Kirsa stopped in her steps and walked over to him. Letting out another sigh, she leaned over and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Revnoir, let's go. They're waiting." She said.
 
Vayne was carrying two sacks of rations wait a minute why do I need this?? I can just hunt bears or rabbits he thought and sighed well whatever I'll just deal with it.
 
zen was doing pullups on the edge of the bridge. one wrong move could cause a quick and sudden fall to his death but he couldn't have cared even if he wanted to. he had been going for about an hour already and just didn't feel like stopping. he had fallen back into the same state he was in a few months after he had come to weave; an adrenaline junky."534, 535 ,536" he counted "halfway there!"
 
as zen was doing pull ups he noticed that the maid was there yet again"i..never...asked...your...name" he said in between pullups
 
"suit..yourself..then" he said. at the same time he was thinking 'that smile gets creepier and somehow more enticing each time i see it'
 
"eh...why not" said zen pulling himself all the way up and into a handstand finally he flipped of landing back onto the bridge beside the maid ' might as well giver her what she wants.' thought zen


(spoiler: zen and the maid are actually playing chess in the bedroom)
 
zzen was kinda dumfounded as to why the maid liked him so much but she never replied to anything he said as they reached the door to the bed room he turned to her "can you answer one question i have"?
 
Revnoir just sat there, sticking out his bottom lip like a child. It made sense, seeing as he was more of a child at heart than an almost-30-yr-old. Just a few more months, and he would be 30, and that thought along frightened him. He really was getting old. He never expected to live past 25, always thinking he'd have taken his own life by then. "Am I really that bad with things like this?"
 
"Noo, you silly. I was teasing." Kirsa let out a small laugh and plopped herself onto his back, her arms wrapped around his neck. "You're just.. c-cute when like this.. " She said in a whisper. When she spoke, it was directly near his ear as Kirsa had hugged him behind, her whole body pressed on him.
 
Amelia had taken several minutes to drag herself down to her own room and change her soaked clothes, only to find that Chamomile had wandered off to some other part of the base. A quick pang of worry echoed in her mind, but she kept herself from panicking, reassuring herself that nobody in this base would be heartless enough to hurt a tiny kitten like Cammy.


Chamomile was still occupied with mewling and whining outside of the room, which just so happened to be Quartz's.



(C'mon Umbra, answer! ;_
;)
 
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Revnoir didn't object to her pressing up against him, but his face turned beet-red when she called him cute. Cute..?! I-I-I'm... Cute...?!!?!!


Quartz scuttled over to the door and opened it, hearing mewling. He looked down at Chamomile, an eyebrow raised. It wasn't long before he picked it up and hugged it. "Awwww, it's so cute!!"
 
"with your personality you could be some sort of secret agent.....well whatever" he pushed open the door to the bedroom and stepped in "you coming?"
 
Her face turned equally as red, seeing his in the corner of her eye. Kirsa buried her face in his neck as she was completely embarrassed by her complement. Uwaah.. I can't believe I said that, he's going to think I'm weird!
 
(Fanky ~~ my mind was beginning to implode.


~a scope into my mind~


'OMG WHO IGNORES A LITTLE BABY KITTEN'



'OMG IKD SO SAD ;o;'



'I KNOW RIGHT'



-exaggerated sobbing-



~
this has been a scope into my mind~)





Chamomile gave a triumphant squeak, having finally bested the reactionlessness of the door. Her wiskers and tail were quivering with excitement that was too much for such a tiny body to contain, and she would be smiling if she could.



Amelia's mind had ran her in circles, forcing her into going out to look for Cammy with the consideration that one of the sins, that annoying Pride guy, might actually
not be humane enough to spare a kit its life. She wandered down the halls, trying to suppress her quite frantic, jerky movements as she moved her head about to glance around. Ah, curse the loss of half of her peripheral vision!
 
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Vayne was still carrying the sacks and looks at Revnoir and Kirsa "Uhh I don't want to interrupt but we need to move" he said to the two as he goes first.
 
Kirsa immediately separated herself from Revnoir, her face blushing deeply. That damned guy, interuppted their lovey-dovey time. Her eyes took a quick glance at Revnoir before she spoke, stuttering. "L.. Let's go i-in, right?"
 
The past three days of Weave's journey, Sabrin has been hauling an entire mass of his equipment, weighing beyond what a regular average human should carry. He was hauling ass you could say. But he showed no signs of exhaustion what soever. In fact, he would gladly carry everyone's stuff for them throughout the journey, but he's to shy to ask if they needed help or anything. As soon as he entered the gates a smile formed on to his face as he immediately dropped his heaping pile of crap to the ground. As he did, snow brushed off into the atmosphere, due to the immense weight of his gear. Seriously, what the hell is in his bags? an entire frikkin whale or something...?


Morbius looked around as it entered the castle foyer. It jumped around Sabrin happily that their journey has come to an end. In order to show how happy it was, it headbutted Sabrin square straight to the head, causing him to fall on the ground. But Sabrin didn't mind that it did, instead, he just petted Morbius on the head joyously that their journey of travel has ended.
 
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Sabrin looked around at the front of the castle, admiring it's incredible structure as he stood up. He pressed onward to look at Morbius, stroking it's scruff. Sabrin then proceeded to pull out his Cell Phone, taking a pictures of the castle, then taking a selfie with Morbius on the front of the castle. He's gonna probably post that on 'ReaperBook'; The number one social networking for people of the Reaper infested world today! Sign up to make friends with Reapers and Weavers :D . A smirk was plastered to his face as he uploaded the pictures. Guess he did. Oh look! One like from a Leviathan! ^_^


 
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