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Hey guys! I'm Strike, but my profile is Arx11Comic. I was on this site around 2018, back when the chat was still a thing. Hoping to return to roleplay soon!

I'm back on the site, folkaroonies! The Dark Ranger, a Strike OC, is currently in progress! I'll post it as soon as it's done. This includes The Astronaut too!

Hey, found something on the website. I need to talk to you.

See ya Day! The Shirley Temples will live on.

Hey guys. The rumors are true. I am leaving Storyteller's Circle. I haven't used it often (AT ALL) ever since Day left, Lore died, and I kinda got out of RP'ing. I don't know if I'll come back (more than likely will) but my point still stands. If you follow me website, you know that I am...

Altair frowned. Odd reaction... one he was not expecting, anyways. He took a peek at the book the person was reading. A book on an old... cult?? I'll have to keep an eye on this one. Cults? What the hell? He sat down, looking back to Elanor and the other man.

Altair took a glance fr on his book, and did a double-take upon seeing the lady. He slowly put up the book, keeping his gaze upon the art inside the religion area. He walked over, and tapped her on the shoulder. "Um, excuse me, but might I ask your name?"

Altair took a book, and leafed through it, eavesdropping.

He didn't even have to look. Kind of surprising, but he wasn't going to walk up. "HEY! FORGET ME?" He went over to the section, put the book he had been reading in a random place, and began looking for a random book to find. The closer, the better.

Altair heard Erebus on his way. He had to act like he hadn't seen him. Think fast. He decided when Erebus walked in, he would just kind of glance at him. Like people did to him. He got good at that kind of thing. He kept reading.

It's like raaaaaaaain on your wedding daaaaaay....

Altair stayed a bit behind, seeing her go into the history section. He sat at a table next to the entrance, away from the section, and began to "read." Every now and then his eyes would flicker up to Eleanor. The book he was reading, or he stole, was titled "How to steal." Ironic. Kind of.

aaaaal around me are familiaar faaaaacessssss

Altair followed; apparently she was heading to the library. If he needed the armor, he could summon it. But even that had it's risks. They could see it fly in, or it could hit the wall or... Altair shook his head, and looked for Eleanor, found her, and followed. He saw someone with a book, so he...

Altair sighed and walked over to his sword. He pulled it out and touched his cape with it. It merged, disappearing. He walked out of the church, and all his armor fell off in a bush. It would come to him if he needed it. Neither Eleanor or the guy she was with had seen him without his armor. He...

So, my last post about me is pretty outdated, so I decided to update my profile, also with a new profile picture, which I am updating as I type this. ANYway let's get started! Hello there, my name is Arx11. Ignore the pile of empty Shirley temple bottles. Thanks. I create a silly little...

Altair nabbed the opportunity, and booked it into the church, making sure his feet didn't hit the ground too hard. It would make them notice. He turned, and backed into the wall, out of sight, his eyes on the prize.

I'm not chugging 30 bottles of Shirley Temple! uh- uh -uh, YOU ARE!

Altair heard them coming, and quickly jumped into the bushes. It had thorns ALL over it, but his armor protected him. He didn't move to make sure they could not see him.

F I N A L S. Nervous yet?