I can't believe I haven't posted one of these yet ( Read more... )

[Having been unceremoniously dropped off at Ranka's house by Grace, Brera stood outside awkwardly. He understood his duties. He understood his desire to protect Ranka.

But he couldn't understand any of the other thoughts in his head. If Ranka didn't trust him, as Grace had said (and Grace must always be believed), then there was no point in his ( Read more... )

[He was in trouble. He knew it. There was nothing he could do about it. He couldn't run, he couldn't hide, and he could never disobey ( Read more... )

[Brera is not looking well. He's sitting at a table in Ranka's house, rubbing his head and even looking... irritated? That's weird, he doesn't usually express emotion at all, so what's with the annoyance?]

((OOC: Responses either action or post are welcome, but he's going to be irritable. SHOCKING.))

[It was most inconvenient, this little string tied to his finger. It had been tugging at his hand and mind all day until finally he received permission to follow it ( Read more... )

Ranka. I have received permission to escort you on visits to the other worlds that can be accessed from the community. If you wish, we can go to meet some of the friends you've made here.