ace ✠ 01
Who: Ace and anyone who passes by
Where: field in Espoir
Style: First
Status: Open~
[he was looking at his Dreamberry, but after a few seconds, he hit a button and clipped it back on his belt. so many people had arrived within the past two weeks, including several from his own world. but none of them were any he had any particular care for. there was still someone who had yet to show up.]
He's certainly taking his time, isn't he?
[though his tone was lofty and there was that usual carefree smile on his face, he was feeling anything but that. ever since that whole craving phase a few weeks back he had been feeling more and more anxious and irritated. it was still a relatively mild stage, but he just couldn't sit still. he had been wandering around this whole time and the urge to kill rising. but a promise was a promise, even if Alice wouldn't know since she was still sleeping -- which was also rather odd and bothered him.
so what better way than to vent out his frustrations than slaughter a few helpless scarecrows? anyone walking by may or may not have a wooden arm or head suddenly fly past them as he continues to slice a few up. let's hope he doesn't turn to animals next.
and he did this all with that pleasant, yet rather creepy, smile.]
Where: field in Espoir
Style: First
Status: Open~
[he was looking at his Dreamberry, but after a few seconds, he hit a button and clipped it back on his belt. so many people had arrived within the past two weeks, including several from his own world. but none of them were any he had any particular care for. there was still someone who had yet to show up.]
He's certainly taking his time, isn't he?
[though his tone was lofty and there was that usual carefree smile on his face, he was feeling anything but that. ever since that whole craving phase a few weeks back he had been feeling more and more anxious and irritated. it was still a relatively mild stage, but he just couldn't sit still. he had been wandering around this whole time and the urge to kill rising. but a promise was a promise, even if Alice wouldn't know since she was still sleeping -- which was also rather odd and bothered him.
so what better way than to vent out his frustrations than slaughter a few helpless scarecrows? anyone walking by may or may not have a wooden arm or head suddenly fly past them as he continues to slice a few up. let's hope he doesn't turn to animals next.
and he did this all with that pleasant, yet rather creepy, smile.]