❖││AIOLIA││❖​:

   Small ‘oh’ escaped from Aiolia’s lips as he got caught off guard from Shiryu casually joking Seiya got distracted by something shiny. Even though it is a joke, Aiolia couldn’t help but thinking Seiya might be distracted by shiny objects. That sounds like a bug being tantalized by light, and suddenly the Leo Saint tried to contain his laugh. Propping his hand towards his lips, trying to cover his grin for a few moments.

   “That does sound like him. But I understand that very well.” And it sounded like a common habit with everyone else in this Sanctuary. It came off as a way to have fun and improve themselves to compete even in all sorts of subjects. He would understand why he and the rest of his gang like to rile up each other- and he knows it’s their style. 

   Aiolia once again feeling amused. He let out small chuckles. “You sure are sarcastic and amusing at the same time. Beware of the swan, dragon. He might be planning on how to peck you until you got annoyed if he heard you.”

   He shook his head. “No, I don’t mind at all. You have my permission to stay.
Though, mind if I ask something? How do you guys form such an odd friendship and sticks together? I have been curious.”

                                                   ❛ I will FOREVER tell him that his curiosity & his short attention span will be the DEATH of him—or me, it is truly dependent. ❜ Although he knew his words had the capacity to CONVEY something different & actually hurt those who he spoke of, Shiryu knew that he had to make sure of what he was saying. Not everyone knew his humor; many people didn’t quite GET him & it was a miracle that his band of brothers did—even if sometimes his attempt at a joke FELL FLAT.

                                                     He gave a light wave of the hand at that. ❛ He can peck all he wants but he will not overdo it–he knows better than to obnoxiously poke. Dragons can swallow swans WHOLE, of course. ❜ That did not rub him wrong. Sarcasm had become quite the LANGUAGE TOOL Shiryu had gotten used to using in order to have more light-hearted conversations. There was LITTLE TO NO MORE WONDERING as to whether or not he was being serious. The look of DEADPAN usually made it difficult for others to read & engage. It was still something he was working on & would work on if it meant he & the others were to have any sort of semblance of a LIFE outside of their duty. They were ENTITLED to a life outside of their cloths, were they not? Could they have a life outside of it?

                                                     A question for another time, maybe with someone else—who truly is to know besides, he had other non-pressing matters to attend to, like a MISSING SAINT. ❛ I thank you for the hospitality & the rest point, Aiolia-san. ❜ He answered with a nod of thanks. The motion to turn & find a seat was halted for a moment, his attention still given to the elder with the question posed. His own chuckle was light. Ah yes, they were indeed a very interesting RAG TAG group compiled of very different personalities. How just HOW did they manage to get along?

                                                       Shiryu turned to look for a seat again but spoke as he did so. ❛ I think it has something to do with our upbringing. We were all in the same ORPHANAGE so, there is a connection there. At one point, we all held a collective LOATHING for both Saori-san & his grandfather, Mitsumasa Kido. ❜ The past was not something any of them found themselves talking about too often–some of them had it WORST than others & he knew that. Training compared, Shiryu thought he got the BEST end of the deal with his choice. Sometimes, he could not help but feel a bit GUILTY for that. Although his training was not LAX in any manner, it was kinder & more secure. He had no reason to worry about anyone or anything else interfering with him or his training. He could focus. He had Roshi & Shunrei who wanted to see him go far. He had support. He had what most of them didn’t. How lucky was he. Shiryu cleared his throat & turned back. ❛ We all had EACH OTHER when no one else in the world wanted us. We formed our friendship that way & even when we were shipped away & came back to Japan years later, even with the tournament & all, we still REMEMBERED who we were to each other. We are saints. We are friends. We are brothers in arms. We never forgot that & I doubt we ever will. We may bicker. We may fuss. We may fight. But we are always there for each other when no one else is—-at least, I LIKE TO THINK SO. ❜

bitchycode:

Is fuck off an emotion because I feel it in my soul

rosahope:

I’ve been on tumblr a long time. I’ve dedicated almost half of my writing career to roleplaying exclusively on this blue hellscape and, frankly speaking, I’ve seen a lot of terrible things; but one argument that seems to crop up time and again over the years is the ye olde familiar discourse of whether or not it’s okay to age up characters. So here I am, ready to put in my unnecessary two cents. Buckle up, kiddos. This is gonna get wordy.

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expect me to do some stuff here in the coming week! I got my new desktop with 32 gigs of ram and I have never felt more powerful.

rpmusings-galore:

&& without a hint of hesitance, I replied: 

                                         “ I’d lay down my life to keep you safe. “ 

𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐌, Shiryu

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❖││ZHANG RENSHU││❖​:

roshi? ah, the other not-dragon. the stranger one.
the one that smelled of knowledge & ageless whispers of an unknown even the stormcutter couldn’t fathom in all his years. he smelled of human & dragon & striped-fangs & oddity.

much like shiryu, honestly, bar the striped-fang.

but still he would agree if it meant he could get up into the air. cloudjumper — zhang renshu — rose with all the grace & elegance one would expect of a dragon —— & the excitement of a young fledgling, so reminiscent of the young alpha he could still fondly recall. & so he turned his back to his human, lowering his haunches, looking over his shoulder to gesture toward his back, the fins around his head flaring open, the invitation obvious.

                                                    & look at how such a statement was able to bring such LIFE to the dragon. Although he did not speak with words, he spoke with actions & EAGERNESS was felt from him at Shiryu’s consent to ride with him this time. How was he going to do this? He knew not the first THING about riding anything, let alone a dragon! The foreign feeling of FEAR slowly began to swell within his chest. He pushed it down.

                                                    The first thing Shiryu attempted to do was SURVEY the other—just how was he supposed to get on? Of course he was sure zhang renshu could support his weight (he was sure he weighed NOTHING to the drake) before finally deciding to just CRAWL his way on. Hands gripped at whatever he could that was protruding while finally getting on, until he was near the base of his neck—the start of where his back BEGAN. There was no saddle. There was no reigns. All he had to hold onto was what was in front of him.

                                                       Fear was hardly EVER felt in a fight but now—NOW, it was making itself known. But…his TRUST outweighed his FEAR. ❛ Alright. I’m here, Zhang. Now what? ❜ PRAY HE DOESN’T JUST ZOOM OFF INTO THE SKY, POSSIBLY.