- Roleplay Invitations
- Not Taking RP Invites at this Time
- Posting Speed
- Several Posts a Day
- My Usual Online Time
- 8:00 AM - 4:00 PM
- Writing Levels
- Genders You Prefer Playing
- Male, Primarily Prefer Female
- Playing Style- Passive or Aggressive
- Probably a mix. When I GM I tend to prefer mostly aggressive, but with input from my players. I like to offer ideas and receive them. I don't like when people just take the reins and run with it though...especially in a 1x1.
- Favorite Genres
- Political intrigue, fantasy, futuristic, sci fi lite, superheroes, historical fiction, alternate universes. Smittings of romance, but only as side plot.
- Genre You DON'T Like
Anime. Ever. Just not my jam.
Smut. Romance as a main plot. Horror. Grimdark.
She'd expected him to be asleep still, so when Ronin's voice shattered through her sobs, Ro nearly choked on one, heat washing over her cheeks she was only too glad wouldn't be seen in the darkness. For a moment, her breathing tight, shattered gasps, she stared at his shadowy shape, before buckling forward to wrap her arms around his middle, hanging on without relent. Normally, despite being a generally emotional young woman, Ro did her best to keep her big feelings under wraps but there was something about the day they'd all had... about seeing so many people hurt... So many good, kind people...
For a moment she quaked against the man's broad shoulder, and words failed to form... not in her throat, not in her mind. But as his gentle reassurances filled the near silence, she took the suggestion as much to heart as she could stand. In. Out. In and out. She breathed, until the sobs relented, and the only tears that remained were the ones that were drying to her cheeks and Ronin's ruined shirt.
"...Everyone came back from their missions..." She whispered, shakily, "It... it was so bad, Ronin. They... they were all..." Staring at her hands in the darkness, she was grateful she couldn't see them, blood stained and quivering, "Luce... and Gray... Aaquil... Everyone got hurt. So bad. I... I did what I could, and Ricky... he... but I couldn't heal anymore, and there's still so much to do." She had experienced great tragedy in her life, and she knew the risks of the job, but somehow, seeing everything crashing down in less than twenty-four hours... it had been too much to stand.
"What do I do when someone doesn't come back, Ronin? H-how do you get through something like that without losing faith in everything you can do...?" It wasn't enough. She'd healed Lucy and Quil, but it wasn't enough. It never felt like enough, "...T-there was an owl. Over the atrium. I saw it... on my way to the infirmary."
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