!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MODS: PLEASE LOCK !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[eden .]

psst, Glu. We should try to revive Crystallize again

WAIT WE SHOULD REOPEN IT ON IWAKU SO WE CAN KILL CRAP

[Artesian]

psst, Glu. We should try to revive Crystallize again

WAIT WE SHOULD REOPEN IT ON IWAKU SO WE CAN KILL CRAP

YESSSSSS! Let there be scattered bits of circuitry and blooood!

[Clavicle]

psst, Glu. We should try to revive Crystallize again

WAIT WE SHOULD REOPEN IT ON IWAKU SO WE CAN KILL CRAP

YESSSSSS! Let there be scattered bits of circuitry and blooood!

oh my god
YES
WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THIS LET'S DO IT

[eden .]

oh my god
YES
WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THIS LET'S DO IT

I'M GOING NOW

[rosesgreedy]

Form
Username: jardin d'eden.
Favorite type of RP: romance -- the foreign [ and maybe historical ] kind. not that i've met anyone with my same interests, though. u.u
Roleplay sample: pff, look below. i don't want to have some awkward, large chunk of text in the middle of this, and suddenly a small sliver of text.
Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have: my dear, i am awful at creating role plays. i am only able to join them. x3

» a n m a r . k h a n «

“It's reasonable, I suppose. Anmar responded at last after a short moment of pondering. “Not every day do such important visitors come to the market — especially ones who can either make or break the economy of the entire country.” As much as the news was beginning to irk her, she could only understand why /some/ people were excited. She still remained unsure why many females had the desire to appear rather dashing — and for what? Only to ogle. Of course, those women would want nothing more than the princes to notice them, but there was no chance of that. It was only natural for people to marry those within their social status. It was those of the lower status who made this happen. Now, it is only natural for people like the princes could only assume that any woman who approached one of them was only interested in an inheritance of some sort ... not exactly interested in one of the princes as a person. And yes, who wouldn't enjoy some extra coin in their pouch? However, marrying for it is just a bit too much, according to Anmar. If they wanted money, then they should work for it, not destroying another's life for your own benefit.

And there came the thought again about leaving. Anmar highly doubted another costumer would even acknowledge her small stand, even if they were only placed millimeters away from it. All that would await her is failure and boredom, nothing like a normal day. Yes, Anmar had to blame it on the princes. It couldn't be their intention, but if they had only stayed in their place, she wouldn't be having a day that was simply awful. She'd had her days of a lack of customers, but never this low. If she were to go home now, she wouldn't have to suffer. But she couldn't do that. No, of course not. Anmar relied on the business, as well as her mother. Not that her mother cared much. A stubborn, cold woman like her couldn't care. Or at least, that's how she would appear. At dinner, if Anmar said a word about not working, her mother would plead her to continue working, to keep some coin for when she's no longer around. And it was that day that gave Anmar a small hope for the day, her mother, and a better relationship, that would carry on; even if the illness takes her mother in its arms.

Anmar's thoughts were interrupted by Punita's voice. She flinched a bit at the sound of her voice, as she had nearly forgotten Punita was even anywhere near her small stand. “Pfft, I doubt that.” She retorted. A costumer, maybe; but it was the word special that threw her off. Someone special. Anmar doubted, after pausing for a moment, that Punita meant it like that. But perhaps she did. What ever she meant, there were no other costumers that would be interested in her merchandise today, and that, Anmar was almost sure of.

» i d r i s . m i t t a l «

“Doubt you? Oh, no, never.” His tone of voice fell flat as he spoke, trying to hold back a yawn. But it was the mere thought of what awaited him that day that kept him awake, and only a part of him dying — but it was the kind of dying that was nearly enough for him to burst out the door. And he probably would have — if he was already dressed and such. “I suppose so.” Idris shook off the suggestion, only wanting to forget about the topic of security. Although security was awfully important, the thought of being surrounded by the palace guards didn't necessarily appeal to Idris. The last thing he wanted was to have so many restrictions to every step he took. With any sort of guard around him, he wouldn't be able to go and explore the place, even if it was just for a little while. But it was also the thought of being on the edge of life or death that frightened Idris into being okay with such restrictions.

Idris mulled over Anad's words, truly unsure as what they could possibly see. “Oh heck, I have no idea,” He responds at last, “but whatever we do come across, it would certainly be much more interesting than what we see here.” It was odd to hear himself speak with such a certainty in his voice. Often, on any other day, he could find a loop hole to anything he said, causing him to give many ifs and what ifs in his answers. However, today wasn't any other day. Idris, despite his usual harmonious mood, if he could, would be practically bouncing off the walls. If he didn't, it was because he thought he'd look ridiculous, like a noisy little child. It was probably the shine in his black eyes that could give away his mood, and maybe the way how his face would brighten as soon as the event was mentioned.

The prince's mind whirled with all the possibilities of what laid before him. It would probably be a good idea to bring some coin, he thinks, incase there happens to be someone in the market who sells some sort of art supplies. Which Idris doubted slightly, but it was still possible. Because of the folk takes he'd heard as a young boy, he could only imagine the market being filled with people of all shapes and sizes, of all social classes. It was a good thing that the Sultan wouldn't be accompanying thing, as he wouldn't be quite pleased to see one of his sons making any kind of contact with those who live on the streets.

[eden .]

oh my god
YES
WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THIS LET'S DO IT

I'M GOING NOW

IT HAS BEEN ACHIEVED

[Artesian]

I call Prophet! I call I call it! ^-^ (Seriously, Asian, when can we post?)

[sunflower.]

Hey there! I've changed my username!
Old username: && e t e r n i t y
Member Number: 21
New Username: p i a n o ;

[Clavicle]

IT HAS BEEN ACHIEVED

I'LL POST AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.
Oh, and, I think you meant "Please don't post more than three sentences per post..."??

[eden .]

Dammmmmn yeah I'll change it