Protecting My Devotion - Group 13
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timeandtides_backupCharacters: Auron, Edgar, and Yuffie
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Old!Memoria
Location:Limbo Memoria
Date: The day the sky turned pink aka 11 March
Warnings: Violence, possible language, badassery, TBA
Auron pushed and shoved through crush of people down a long, long corridor. He knew this Gaia would take and give places as it pleased, but this... this was different. He found himself in Bevelle, somehow. This day... this day would never leave him.
Lined up in the courtyard inside of the walls were a small band of young men who he had trained with for many years. The old rivalries between himself and the other boys made him grin as he saw himself, a young man of 20 with nape-length jet black hair and both eyes still fully functional. He began to elbow the shorter redhead next to him lightly in the ribs, teasing him about his lack of height. Auron removed his sunglasses out of respect for the final initiation, rolling his eyes hard as the tutors began to speak. Considering he had no real love for this particular man that was talking, he began to mock him under his breath, the boys snickering at his snide but brutally true commentary.
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Old!Memoria
Location:
Date: The day the sky turned pink aka 11 March
Warnings: Violence, possible language, badassery, TBA
Auron pushed and shoved through crush of people down a long, long corridor. He knew this Gaia would take and give places as it pleased, but this... this was different. He found himself in Bevelle, somehow. This day... this day would never leave him.
Lined up in the courtyard inside of the walls were a small band of young men who he had trained with for many years. The old rivalries between himself and the other boys made him grin as he saw himself, a young man of 20 with nape-length jet black hair and both eyes still fully functional. He began to elbow the shorter redhead next to him lightly in the ribs, teasing him about his lack of height. Auron removed his sunglasses out of respect for the final initiation, rolling his eyes hard as the tutors began to speak. Considering he had no real love for this particular man that was talking, he began to mock him under his breath, the boys snickering at his snide but brutally true commentary.
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