TRAPPED IN YOUR DREAMS NOW OPEN!!!

[mythic,]

{{So is Naoto}}

[Sameen_of_Nohr]

{{So is Naoto}}

ok maybe they can all meet up...

[mythic,]

{{Good idea.}}

[hakuna matata;;]

kiyoshi onuma → tagged;; vendera → ooc;; n/a → form

The moment her hand pulled back from his own, Kiyoshi felt a sharp pain arising in his palm. He glanced down to see a few layers of skin ripped from his palm, as well as some crimson liquid pooling in small cuts. He had scraped both of his hand slightly in the process of falling down. During her bombardment of apologies and worry, he had allowed a frown to settle on his lips, placing his hands back at his side, mostly in hope to keep his clumsy injury from her sight.
"... Wow. You talk a lot." Was Kiyoshi's only response. His tone suggested that he didn't mind her tendency to speak often, but he was a bit taken back by it. Even the shop owners didn't really bother to give him the light of day whenever he visited to get some food or a weapon for some hunting.
Dismissing her talkative habit, Kiyoshi added bluntly, "I'm Kiyoshi." His eyes scanned over the petite girl in front of him when she offered to help him in any way she could, "... I'm not in need of any service right now."

[true royalty.]

[[ I'm fine with anything. ^^ ]]

It didn't take Yami long to enter the Starting Town. The brown-haired boy glanced around with half-lidded eyes, taking his left hand out of his pocket to dutifully scratch an annoying itch on the back of his neck. He didn't really need anything specific - he had an abundance of health potions - they're cheap, but not very useful unless you actually use your brains when using them. His guns were decent, and his sword was more than decent. So...what exactly did he come here for?

With yet another sigh, the teenager followed a small group of teenagers into a café, subtly entering the building and walking over to the NPC waitress. "Sprite?" He asked hopefully, his sharp, calm voice not registering into the lady's mind. She merely responded with a dutiful smile, handing the slim teenager the caffeinated drink. Yami turned away, not bothering with a 'thank you' as he sat down in a booth near the corner. The boy took a small sip out of his drink, resting his cheek on his fist as he stared blankly out of the window.

[koyumi]

{ Im only gone for a few hours and theres a boatload of pages waiting for me xD I might catch up tomorrow, though. }

[mythic,]

>>Vendera<<

Vendera giggled softly as she heard his comment. She smiled warmly and replied in a more calm tone, "Nice to meet you, Kiyoshi," The girl was about to respond to his next statement, but she paused for a moment. She cocked her head to the side slightly, her long black hair slid over her shoulder. He seemed a little...in pain? She furrowed her eyebrows and narrowed her electric blue eyes slightly. Vendera frowned and stepped forward slowly, examining him once more. Vendera, in one swift motion grabbed him by his wrist, which he held behind his back suspiciously.

Her eyes widened in realization, as she frowned again. "You're hurt." She stated, looking at the minor wound. Dirt was on his palm which was ripped up a bit. She grimaced a little as she looked sternly into his eyes. "Let me help you," She insisted.

[Sameen_of_Nohr]

[[ I'm fine with anything. ^^ ]]

It didn't take Yami long to enter the Starting Town. The brown-haired boy glanced around with half-lidded eyes, taking his left hand out of his pocket to dutifully scratch an annoying itch on the back of his neck. He didn't really need anything specific - he had an abundance of health potions - they're cheap, but not very useful unless you actually use your brains when using them. His guns were decent, and his sword was more than decent. So...what exactly did he come here for?

With yet another sigh, the teenager followed a small group of teenagers into a café, subtly entering the building and walking over to the NPC waitress. "Sprite?" He asked hopefully, his sharp, calm voice not registering into the lady's mind. She merely responded with a dutiful smile, handing the slim teenager the caffeinated drink. Yami turned away, not bothering with a 'thank you' as he sat down in a booth near the corner. The boy took a small sip out of his drink, resting his cheek on his fist as he stared blankly out of the window.

Hikari watched the people flooding in the doorway as she sipped her tea but one boy caught her eye. She watched as he got a soda and sat down at a window booth. getting up from her table taking her tea with her she walked over to. Sliding in the seat across from him she smiled "hello there.." she looked around the crowd café I thought we could save a little room in here by sharing a booth perhaps?" she asked her head tilted slightly to the right. "if that's all right with you that is..." she added watching him

[mythic,]

>>Naoto<<

Naoto nibbled at his piece of bread, enjoying the warm loaf melt in his mouth. It wasn't real bread, of course, but it gave you the sense of normal living, which people needed to keep sane in a death game like this. He kept chewing as he saw a cafe just down the street. He walked towards it, craving a drink. He pushed open the door with one arm, the other held his bread. Naoto looked around seeing many people buying drinks. He waited patiently in line before stepping up to the register, "I'll take a coke." He said casually, checking the price momentarily before glancing back at the npc. The npc processed his order and he paid. Naoto opened the chilled can of soda and sipped the carbonated juice. He scanned the cafe room slowly and walked forward to a booth with two people. Hoping he wasn't being rude, Naoto appeared behind the girl asking, "Do you mind if I sit down as well?"

[true royalty.]

At the sound of a female voice, Yami glanced away from the window, his frown turning into a neutral line at the appearance of a black-haired female. A quick glance around showed that there was, in fact, a lot less room in the café than before, so he merely nodded to her question. "Feel free." He murmured, his crimson gaze returning to meet her own eyes, before Yami glanced back down and took another sip of his soda. It tasted just like real-life...the light stinging sensation you felt whenever you drank too much at one time. It solidified the whirlwind of questions rampaging through his mind. A second passed, and the brown-haired boy glanced back up at the appearance of another boy.

"Feel free." He said once again, an amused smirk playing at his lips as he began sipping his straw, eyes pointing at the empty, two-person bench on the other side of the table. This was rather odd. Not many people interacted with the loner, 'Cursed' boy in the corner.