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Today's battle was a most difficult one. Estrella Operations were swiftly cornered by a dangerous opponent—one that possessed extraordinary accuracy to counter every projectile and similarly outstanding offense with the dart of their arrows, which put the Rangers into quick defeat. The core team was then reassigned to evacuate civilians and deal with the other threats that arose nearby, while the monster was faced with the strongest of the team, Crow Ranger. He too was dealt the same disadvantage, and found himself on the verge of defeat after one too many blows that muddled his thought process. Seeing their opponent in such condition, the monster gloated in excitement, "See̶?̷ ̴I̴ ̸c̴a̵n̵ ̵m̵a̷k̴e̶ ̸q̷u̸i̵c̶k̷ ̷w̵o̴r̵k̴ ̵o̸f̶ ̶y̸o̷u̵r̴ ̵b̶u̸l̶l̶e̸t̵s̴,̷ ̶a̶n̵d̷ ̶t̶h̸e̴n̶ ̴y̷o̸u̶r̶s̴e̶l̵f̵.̶"

His breath was shuddered from exhaustion, and his body flinched every few seconds from tensing muscles and the wind hitting unseen wounds. The mask and armour covered everything, but it's clear he's only seconds away from passing out.

"W̸e̶l̷l̸,̴ ̶M̶r̵.̶ ̴C̵r̸o̷w̷?̷ ̷W̸o̷u̸l̶d̴ ̸y̸o̵u̷ ̴l̴i̸k̸e̷ ̵t̴o̴ ̴t̴r̵y̴ ̸a̴g̵a̴i̴n̶?̷"

Through blurry sight, the opponent—a golden, humanoid sniper monster—made a taunting gesture. They might sound gentlemanly even with the glitched voice, but still, they were waiting for him to attack one last time...

and break into despair upon failure.

Yet, the obsidian warrior stood still, holding his pistol in an offensive stance. The monster made a sound as if smirking.

"H̴e̷e̸e̴~̴ ̴s̷t̷i̵l̸l̸ ̷g̵o̵i̴n̷g̸,̴ ̴a̴r̸e̴ ̵w̷e̷?̴ ̷A̸r̴e̸ ̸y̶o̶u̸ ̶s̴u̴r̷e̵?̵"

"I won't be defeated by someone like you... just watch."

That was all he said, before inhaling a deep breath and lunging forward. The monster was amused, nonetheless, and locked their arrow's aim—

SLASH.

Silence for a moment.

That was not a sound that they expected, but the monster chuckled smugly that the arrow had been released.

"H̴e̷h̴.̶.̸.̵ ̸h̷e̵h̵e̶h̸e̵h̸e̶h̵.̵.̶.̶ ̷s̵e̶e̸?̶ ̶I̵t̷ ̴w̷a̶s̶ ̸f̵u̷t̷i̸l̵e̵—̷"

Then a choked sound escaped them, as they saw the error in their statement.

A huge gash was carved across their torso, from one shoulder down to the waist of the opposite side. Shock and horror loomed over them as they turned to their assailant's direction, gargling in-between gasps, "Y̴-̴Y̵o̸u̴.̶.̴.̸!̶ ̸H̴O̵W̷—̵"

Crow Ranger merely raised his pistol, now with an eerily familiar blade attached to its mounted decoration. Realisation hit the monster as they recounted the moment. He was indeed holding up the weapon as he lunged forward, but did not shoot at them—rather, he closed the distance between the both of them, so he could swipe the arrow from them, attach it to his pistol's decor, and deal a devastating damage from a close range, which they didn't anticipate at all.

That was a fatal mistake; they had been too boastful of their ability that it rendered them careless.

As the monster fell and exploded, Crow Ranger opened his helmet and sighed in relief, turning his head to the burning remains as he murmured, "It's time to report now."

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Genta made his way back into the headquarters, where upon arriving, Arson quickly opened the door and greeted cheerily, "Welcome back! How was the mi—"

Thud.

"—ssion..."

Arson was dumbfounded for a moment as Genta collapsed into her arms, but then recalled the previous event and held him close as he leaned forward to her shoulder, muttering in hazy tone, "Jie... I did... it..."

"Yes... congratulations." she whispered back and patted his head, before proceeding to take him inside.

Caretaker catching Whumpee gently by the shoulders and drawing them close as they start to doze off on their feet. Whumpee melting into their touch, head dipping forward to rest against Caretaker’s shoulder.

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Daniel... just forgot what he's supposed to do. Duckhead in his arms said, "Stop spacing out", but the entirety of this man's mind just went blank like an inflated balloon.

...I think he forgot the grocery list.

Prompt 347: Forgot!

Draw a character who just realised they forgot something. Was it an item they needed? An important date? Did they walk into the room for something and not remember why and are now standing there confused - 

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Here's one dumbass Cynth fic! Tagging @anarchicapathy @razyart @twistedtriscuitz .

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Another heavy peace in Marezka. No murder, excessive abuse, or Daniel rampaging; just an extremely quiet day that everyone deserves every once in a while.

—At least, that's what Cynthia hopes, if not for one single tormentor of her chillness bursting through the library door to bug the concentration out of her like, "Cynth Cynth Cynth Cynth Cynth! You gotta help me, fast! ASAP! The world will be in danger if you don't!"

She sighs, "What is it, 'Sha? Can't you just leave me alone with my book?"

The blonde teenage girl, known to public as Ayeesha Magika, is now trying to pry Cynthia off her seat, all while complaining, "But Cynth! The world is doomed without someone to help me, and you're the only one who can!"

Now Cynthia is desperately holding onto the table for dear life, but Ayeesha doesn't seem to give up; this time, she pulls on the bookworm's collar with all her might. Noticing this, and resolving to end the struggle, Cynthia finally releases her hold of the table, letting her superior body size overwhelm the younger girl as the latter's pulling force causes gravity to work on them.

One thud later, Ayeesha is lying face flat on the floor, groaning, "Cynth... you're heavy..." Cynthia huffs in annoyance, "I don't mind being heavy if it gets you to shut up." Then she presses more on Ayeesha's back, causing the latter to yelp, "Okay! Okay! I give! I can't breathe down here—"

"Fine." As soon as Cynthia gets off, Ayeesha stands up and takes a deep, grateful breath before explaining her rants, "So. The Underworld is big busy today and everyone else up here denied my request—"

"Well, with you being a screaming mess like two minutes ago, who wouldn't? You committed the grave sin of disturbing our ONE chance of peace this week."

"Ruuuuuude..."

"Try to tone it down a bit, 'Sha. You have a job and it's to be professional as the messenger from the Underworld."

"Anyway! I need you to go as my representative to meet this guy."

Ayeesha shoves the photograph of a man, possibly in his early twenties, to Cynthia—who tries to assess the image to mind. Slicked back brick-red hair, violet eyes that seem to reflect twilight shades, a piercing on his lower lip and another on his left earlobe, and an office attire. Her wild guess activates to say that this is likely to be a shady businessman, and an immediate decline crosses her mind as she calls out, "Ayeesha."

"Yesh?"

"Don't tell me this is some shady deal or something."

"Well it kinda is..."

"Then I refuse."

"Eeeeeeeehhhhh?? Whyyyyyyyyy?"

There is a passing desire to relent as Ayeesha's hopeless face comes into view, but Cynthia musters the courage to say otherwise, "I'm not the type to do shady deals, 'Sha. You know that better than anyone."

"Aw, but Cynth, this is ultimate important! And everyone else rejected! Who else is this humble librarian going to ask for help?" Ayeesha strikes a dramatic pose, but Cynthia is not amused.

"First, 'Sha, you're not working here; and second, I won't do your dirty work. I can't do it."

"Cynth, you sure make it sound like you have a choice."

"You forced me into this, you underhanded looter."

"You're no better, being a mercenary despite your honour, so don't call me out."

"I have a life—" Cynthia stops midway through, realising this argument will just make the briefing longer, and cuts back to the previous topic, "Anyway. What will happen if I refuse?"

"Let me say this again : the entire Underworld may be at risk of collapsing if this goes on. And if it does, we all can kiss goodbye to the whole surface region."

"...Fine." Cynthia says after some more thoughts, "But I swear to Lord Kose if this isn't worth my time..."

"You're doing this world a favour, I'm sure it's gonna worth your time. And life."

"Screw you, 'Sha. Oh, by the way, I need a name."

"Salmanove Baroque."

"Okay, thanks."

As Cynthia leaves the building, Ayeesha giggles and mumbles in her playful sing-song tone, "I know I can depend on you, Cyntherella~"

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Going to Kamoria from the Bibliotheca takes three hours by rollerskates. It is a chore—especially having to slip through busy roads overflowing with carriages, but Cynthia is not easily tired from a long tortuous walk.

Speaking of which, the surname Baroque rings a bell in her mind. It is the name of the patisserie Daniel often brings her exquisite confectionaries from, belonging to former Astro Squad member Sylphio Baroque. "So maybe this Salmanove is related to Sylphid in some way..." she muses, and with that conclusion in mind, she slides her way towards the patisserie.

A blonde boy cheerfully greets Cynthia as she enters the shop, "Welcome, Miss Exedra!" She blinks at him, smiling as she replies, "Hello, Brian. Are you off work too?"

"Kinda. Today is Timothy's turn to tend the greenhouse. Are you here to binge the castella as usual, by the way?"

"Nah, 'Sha sent me. I gotta meet this guy... Salmanove Baroque... for some stuff. I don't know, brat didn't give details, just threats about the world ending and all... but I believe he's related to Sylphid so I'm here."

"Oh!" Brian suddenly claps his hands together. "He's a friend of mine. Want me to snatch him?"

"Actually, that's a good idea. I don't know him, so..."

"Okay, wait here!"

The younger Birkins skips to the back, and returns a few seconds later with a man whose appearance matches the one in Ayeesha's picture. Cynthia quickly approaches him and greets while Brian goes back to his spot to record their conversation, "Good day to you, Sir Salmanove. My name is Cynthia Exedra, from Karima's Storm Princes. I am here at the behest of Ayeesha Magika to request something from you, that she didn't disclose the details of."

There is a moment of silence as Salmanove seems to be processing what she said, before something clicks, prompting him to respond with a flat "oh". This of course drives Cynthia into further confusion. He asks, "Did she warn you of the Underworld collapsing if you don't help her?"

"Y-Yes. Honestly I find it a bit unsettling..."

"It's actually not her request, but someone else's... please wait here, I'll get the item."

Salmanove goes behind the pantry table and rummages for something, which is then revealed to be a carton box. The smell emanating from it confirms for Cynthia that it contains some sweets made from fruits and covered in chocolate, to which she guesses, "Raisin and date truffles."

Salmanove nods in confirmation, "Exactly." Brian can be heard stifling laugh in the background. Cynthia lets out a loud sigh and grimaces, "Really now...?" She is really close to crying right now, but manages to shake it off as she takes the box. "Thank you, Sir."

•

Ayeesha is reveling in her treasury when suddenly the door yanks itself off its hinges, followed by a carton box harshly ramming her in the face, causing her to lose balance and fall flat on her butt. As she sets the box aside—realising it contains her requested item—what appears in her face is Cynthia, desperately holding back from scream-crying in exasperation. The teenager scoots back from her, awkwardly saying, "O-Oh... Hi Cynth... I-I see you've completed your mission—"

"EXPLAIN HOW ON EARTH HAVING RAISIN AND DATE TRUFFLES WOULD PREVENT THE COLLAPSE OF UNDERWORLD."

"Ah... that's—"

"AYEESHA. I SWEAR I'M GONNA—!" Cynthia raises her rapier, ready to slice, prompting Ayeesha to panic and yelp, "Okay! Okay! Don't kill me!" That unsurprisingly calms the warrior down. She positions herself into a straighter sitting, and explains, "Those truffles are meant to be used as bait to get Rinzu outside the area when he's needed to. Lately he's so cooped up in his lab, it makes me worried. So yeah, nothing serious."

"Why the threat though...?"

"Because this humble librarian wants to stir up some chaotic responses. And you're the only one who bought it, soooo... was it fun?"

Cynthia sheathes back her sword, only to then pull out a bamboo one, saying cryptically in a menacing tone, "Well guess what...?"

"Oh crap."

•

Back in the Patisserie, Brian comments, "I'm guessing Miss Ayeesha won't survive." Salmanove chuckles, "Of course she won't. Poor Miss Exedra had to keep the threat in mind while this entire task was in no way putting lives at stake. It was wholesome, indeed, but came out as utterly dumb."

Brian once again stifles a laugh. "But well, there's one thing she failed to find out."

"What is it?"

"That you are Sylphid's younger brother."

Dialogue Prompt

"I'm not going to do your dirty work for you. I can't. I won't."

"Darling, you make it sound as if you have a choice."

- Lynn

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Ayeesha Magika. Catch her giving reports in sing-song tone and dramatic gestures and pronouns.

"Ah, whatever this humble librarian shall do to appease the gods of chaotic idiocy?"

"Be dumb."

Which OC manages to make any story extremely dramatic?

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hello there! i’m a new writeblr joining the community and even though it’s a bit nerve-racking, the whole point of this blog is to push myself, so here goes.

my name is ayla, i’m 21, queer and a creative writing student in london. i typically write ya/na fantasy and romance and i have way too many active projects at the moment. my mother tongue is german so i grew up writing lots in german but when i was about 14 i really fell in love with the english language and i have always written in english since.

i have a habit of procrastinating and not writing when i actually should be. i really want to use this blog to write more, ideally daily, even if it’s just some ramblings about my day. i also want to attempt nanowrimo for the first time ever this year and want to write about my experience and progress. i want to be able to come back to this blog in the future and see how much i’ve grown as a writer and to share my journey.

i will post mainly my writing, moodboards, inspiration and hopefully the odd bit of writing advice (although i’m not sure i feel qualified to give out advice just yet).

i don’t have many writer friends so i’d love to get to know new people! if you’re another writeblr, reblog this and i’ll follow you! i follow from my personal blog @chamilsanya. thanks!

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Here's some romance that nobody but Shin-Hye asked for!

Thanks to @givethispromptatry for the prompt!

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Living within darkness as an estranged princess is boring. That's why princesses of folktales thrill themselves by means of disguising and blending amongst their people. The hustle and bustle found in the outside world grants excitement that the uniformity of the palace cannot offer. Such enjoyment is like an irresistible pack of candies to them.

The same also applies to Queen Noir; however, she only comes out from the lair on very few occasions. Otherwise, she will just bask in the dark, enjoying the enchantingly cold atmosphere and ordering assassinations here and there. And today is when one of those chances occured.

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A knock is heard. Without averting her concentration to the window, Queen Noir orders, "Enter." A man in his forties opens the door and comes in, handing an envelope. "Milady," he says, "I have a letter for you." She glances at the man and inquires, "Who's it from?"

"Oh, you know who it's from." he discreetly sneers and lightly waves the envelope, which emits a whiff of apple scent. She turns back to the window as soon as she smells it, and orders, "Throw it away."

"But, Milady, it's from—"

"I said throw it away, Sumi."

"Y-Yes, Ma'am!"

Sumi withdraws from the room after putting the envelope in a nearby trash bin. As the door closes, she looks around to make sure nobody else is here, then slowly creeps towards the bin to take the envelope. Inside it is a note that reads :

15:30, the bottom of the hill where Park family villa stands.

"Alright, time to move." she smirks, then walks to a dark room on the far back and disappears into it.

•

Park Jun Hyung smiles as he looked at the apple trees; his niece was right, the flowers are in full bloom, and it means something good is in its way.

But Shin-Hye never specified what that 'something good' is. As far as he knows, the flower language for apple blossom is 'temptation'; and its fruit is used to propose marriage in Hellas. If he were to interpret, she would mean the 'good thing' as either her own foolish fascination over plants or his happiness with someone he loved.

Ha, as if. Did she even know...?

He wants to dwelve further into this thought, but decides to brush it off; besides, he can tell now that the person he's waiting is already there.

"Jun Hyung!"

...Ha, he was right.

He cocks his head to the sight of a blonde woman running towards him; and in an instant, his face softens to a new level. "You came, Eri." he says, giving a smile of relief, to which the woman smiles back, but hers is laced with impatience. She quickly cuts to the chase, "You'd better have something worth of my hearing."

Jun Hyung inquires in a serious tone, "Will you marry me?"

Silence ensues. He is hopeful; Eri, on the other hand, narrows her eyes.

It has been willed by her late father that Jun Hyung is to be her husband for a reason she, up till now, still can't find out. She didn't mind back then, as she saw that he is a nice person, and he has a nice niece... but now she is doubting herself over that decision.

"Tell me you're joking, Jun Hyung. Like your entire existence to me." she replies with an emphasised mocking tone to the second sentence, trying to be unfazed. Jun Hyung snorts, but composes himself afterwards and stares at his beloved, quipping back, "I'm serious—"

He mentions her real name, to which she reacts with widened eyes. Her composure is brought back when she hears the next words, "—I beg you. Shin-Hye is also waiting and I'd hate to disappoint her."

The mention of Shin-Hye almost sets her off. The persona of Queen Noir is millimeters away from taking over her entire self. As she struggles to keep her calm, she tells Jun Hyung, "You know... I'll think about it. Right now I have things to do, so... I'll tell you when I'm ready. Secretly, just like this."

Jun Hyung honestly wants to ask why, but seeing her lost in worries urges him otherwise, leading him to a forced reply, "Okay then. I won't force you to answer right away, but I'll be waiting."

After that, Eri leaves.

•

As soon as she arrives home, Queen Noir slumps onto her bed and cries. Dread envelops as she reminisces about Shin-Hye.

Seon Shin-Hye is Jun Hyung's aforementioned niece and she has been living with him since ten years ago. In the previous timeline, she infiltrated the syndicate under the codename Sagwa and Queen Noir killed her, alongside her cyber friends. And Jun Hyung never knew, of course, because Shin-Hye's murder took place in another side of the outskirts. Right now, in the current timeline, Shin-Hye hasn't met any of her cyber friends yet, and thus hasn't infiltrated the syndicate. But still, given that she remembers everything that happened in the previous timeline, Queen Noir soon finds it a burden to keep up with her father's will. And yet... she still loves Jun Hyung. Thus she's trapped between calling off the engagement and dooming herself to the suffering that nobody knows of.

Soon, a thought develops, and twists into something sinister. Sad, but sinister.

She might have to kill both Jun Hyung and Shin-Hye, and commit suicide afterwards.

“I have a letter for you.”

“Who’s it from?”

“You know who it’s from.”

“Throw it away.”

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I don't know what people would do aside from going to beach, so I'll just share what my town's OCs do.

Mumu & Ares - taking strolls and chilling in libraries

Candra - camping

Manda - gardening

Handi, Dewi, & Linda - break? What break? They're private teaching!

Rethel & Andri - getting tan at the beach

Defetta & Aulia - snacking on Eid cookie leftovers

Verdi & Tifani - doing DIY crafts

Shinli - watching people prepare for August 17

Adinda - chilling in the mall or by the Kapuas

What were some things your OC did on summer break as a kid?

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Aoyama Shun and Murasaki Misaki. They're actually having their own little relationship before marrying different people. Their romance is just a phase, because after that they're sisters-in-law.

Which OC is a lesbian?

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It’s always said that members of Onigashima family have excellent hearing, and that in itself is a blessing. However, for a certain current heir, it’s not.

His name is Kiriya, and unlike his other clansmen who highly regard their hearing ability, he instead sees it as a curse—a source of insanity. Just because he can hear more than normal people. It gets him into trouble and makes him many enemies. If only he can stop it somehow…

“…Uh-huh. So you want to block your ears so they stop hearing ‘inevitable noises of doom’?” asks Karuji Hakai with finger quotes when Kiriya comes by. Kiriya, clearly at the brink of losing his mind, nods and pleads, “Please, Karuji! I’d do anything if you help me! I can’t stand having to eavesdrop everyone else’s conversations!”

“Aaaaand if I don’t?”

“I’ll stab my eardrums and make myself deaf!”

“…Ew.”

“Come on! I’m truly desperate here!”

Karuji sighs. As ruthless he may be when toying with his customers’ hearts, breaking them completely is not his purpose. So he turns away and takes something from the shelf. “Here, use these.” he says as he shoves the thing to Kiriya, who in turn gapes in confusion, “…Earphones?”

In his hand is a pair of earphone-like device with demon wing decorations attached to each part. Karuji explains, “They’re special earplugs made to filter incoming sounds so that you can only hear what you want to hear. Made by yours truly, and I shall have your willingness to work part-time here every Saturday as payment considering earlier you said you’d do anything if I help.”

Kiriya scoffs at the ‘payment’, “This is why I’m always saying you’re a bad influence. Thank goodness I’ve graduated or else I’d be on several repeat class.” He stops for a moment to put the earplugs on, then continues, “Payment aside, thank you so much.” Karuji chuckles and replies, “You’re welcome.”

In spite of the unfavourable price, Kiriya is glad that his dream of hearing less has come true at last.

Daily Writing Prompt

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Most of them agree on improvised sign language.

How well could your OC communicate with someone who doesn’t understand any languages that your OC understands?

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Drawing a randomly-chosen character for Res. She got one of the legendary birthday girls, Jasper Chirion, in the glory of winter warmth.

P.S. : I personally love the entire outfit and the way Jasper's hair covers her neck.

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If you enjoy reading, like and share this!

They say reading is dead, let’s prove them wrong!

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Jazrica Celeste, hands down. She does excel in strategy, even better than Riez or anyone else who are academically smarter than her. But when it comes to slightly difficult things in common sense, she's completely at loss.

Which OC has a high IQ but, like, two braincells?

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Tsukka has, and always does, given she works as a songwriter in her spare time for fun. However, she struggles on writing songs in English, and thus requires Kise and Kaoru's help for it.

Has your OC ever written a song?

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The room is quiet and nobody dares to come near. Inside is a young woman, meditating with her eyes open. Outside, a heavy rain pours down like a waterfall. Her empty stare, directed to the falling droplets, slowly gains focus. In response, the light brown locks hanging over her nape slowly turn into a fancy shade of gold.

Aona Regielle closes her eyes. The sound of rain reminds her of what life could have been... if only she was alive to witness it.

"It could have been messy, though..."

Right. Messy is one word to describe it.

She was murdered while guarding a test subject—a teenage girl named Edwardine Blakehalls—who had her voice removed. She was sure the child saw her corpse.

Ah, speaking of Edwardine, how is she doing? Has another monitor been dispatched to watch over her? Or...

Aon digs deeper into memory lane with every drop that hits the earth. Resounding in her mind's ears is the voice of several adult men, shouting, shooting...

The rainfall sound transforms, distorts... it becomes painfully similar to the unloading of several bullets at once.

There were the sound of machine guns being discharged. Why were they invading her workplace?

They were not military of this world. They were from another, one bent on eternal domination. Someone from this world—or more accurately, this place—provided them with technology and more manpower to help them conquer this world, starting from the research centre...

"Research... could it mean...?"

Now that it comes across her mind, the mastermind must be a man of knowledge. A tactician hoarding numerous techs from various eras, to use in his conquest. A name passes in, but before she grabs hold of it, her inner vision blurs...

She snaps from her trance with gasps for air. Her hair has returned to light brown, signing that her meditation time is over. After a long silence of just breathing in and out, she concludes to not search further. She is already dead, and she was killed while minding her own business, so why bother for the big picture?

Aon shakes her head, thinking how useless it is for her to even try getting to the truth. She was just a simple woman, who worked only to fulfill life necessities. Yet her death was complicated, intricate like the plannings for a war...

"Wait."

What if her death is a prelude to something bigger? What will happen? What will be of Edwardine?

Aon sees the rain is now only a drizzle. She has this feeling that seems to be about to control her.

She will continue to search for the truth behind her death.

She sat, cross-legged, in front of the sliding glass door and watched the rain fall. The house was quiet and she was alone. The sound of the water hitting the glass reached something deep in her soul.

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Both Close Life kiddies Li Yao and Chun Xiao Lei.

Li Yao would collect anything with the word "yao" (妖 , which is her name; it means 'enchanting') or "yaojing" (妖精 , means 'fairy'; it's her namesake) on it. Mostly fairytale books because there are stories about fairies, but sometimes miniature gardens—also known as fairy gardens—due to her gardening hobby.

Xiao Lei collects clothing items and handkerchiefs with embroideries of her name (春朝蕾), or sometimes just the word "chun" (春 , her surname; means 'spring') on them. She embroiders the words herself. Narcissist much? *cue Hei Lian and An Huang facepalming*

Which OC collects things that have their name on it?

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Margaritka Lichtstern, the dancing genius.

Not only her hair is normally spiky, it comes down if her rage aura rises. Normally when such a thing happens one's hair would spike upwards, but not with her.

Maybe her hair gel (if she wears any) wears off the moment she's on rage, but even then, her hair should still be up due to the aura force, right?

Which OC has hair that defies gravity?