Hello all!
I'm not exactly new, but I've been away for quite some time. Anyway, I'll keep this reintroduction brief and see you all on the forums!
Stay classy and don't feel afraid to say hi, if you'd like!
Abington bit the inside of her lip.
No reason to spill the beans and let Jacob know about Trys' request. Though forbidding the very unlucky mechanic to leave the base was a good thing, she knew how much it sucked to feel like a captive in one place. At the same time, the events that followed...
Alright! I'm on my laptop.
I'm getting a huge Harry Potter/X-Men vibe from this. More so the latter. I don't have too much to stay about the setting, but more so about the conflict that you're hinting at.
Since we're writing as the students at Hausler, I don't see much governmental...
Katherine nodded. "It'll take more than wind to do me in." She felt over her body. "Well, I think everything's here."
She eventually found her way back to the towel as she stumbled around. Her sandals had shifted from the gust somewhat as she rearranged them neatly again. Her cane was still...
I'm super excited about this! Actually!
I'm leaning towards a dove. But which? *Shrugs*
Conversely, can there be individuals who are independent of either faction? Perhaps a trader or sorts? Entertaining various ideas right now.
Katherine frowned ever so lightly. She didn't take it to heart though. Phoebe was right. It was crappy to not be able to see it. She made up for it by having a vivid imagination. It was fun. To an extent. She figured the ocean were these great monstrous waves. Katherine never had the bravery to...
Abington rose an eyebrow at Trys' comment. "Any journals now?"
Right then, Valerie joined the two. Abington listened as she offered to help with the medical journal hunt. If it was a hunt for medical journals now. Trys was being ambiguous. Abington didn't like ambiguity. Either you did...
Katherine felt a light touch on her arm. Phoebe's. Without being able to see, you had to find other ways to recognizing people. Be it their voice, their scent, their touch. The way she was gently guided away was also a telltale mark of Phoebe. The woman had always been patient with her where...
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