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 Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2020 10:01 pm
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𝑆𝑜 𝐼 𝑠𝑎𝑦
𝐷𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒, 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒, 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒, 𝑜𝘩, 𝑜𝘩, 𝑜𝘩
𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑑𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒
𝑇𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒, 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒, 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒, 𝑎𝑦, 𝑎𝑦, 𝑎𝑦
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛
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▎↳ 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑊𝘩𝑖𝑡𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑒 ▎↳ 𝐹𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑌𝑜𝑔 ▎↳ 𝑆𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛
Marcy followed the male to their new home, and the small group had little to say on the walk there. Marcy kept an uncomfortably close eye on the blonde girl, as though she were a panther, waiting to pounce on her prey. All the while chewing her gum, and popping it at intervals. She often observed people -- mostly to decide whether they were interesting enough to be worth her time or not. When they reached the Yogakuma ritual hall, their guide made himself comfortable, and Marcy did not hesitate to do the same. As far as she was concerned, she very much belonged here, and so she wasn't afraid to act like it. She smirked when the male told them not to piss him off, again, seemingly directed more towards the blonde. Marcy rolled her head to the side, her braid trailing down the back of the chair, and again let her gaze fall on the girl as she slid down against the wall. "There's no use pouting about it," She scolded playfully. She was in a lovely mood, the last thing she needed was the girl who didn't want to be here dragging it down. Still, her tone wasn't filled with any real annoyance. Though she couldn't empathize with the girl's situation in the slightest, she wasn't incredibly bothered. Marcy hadn't quite figured out enough about her yet to really decide whether she was going to be interesting, or completely boring. At this point it could go either way. Her eyes lingered on the blonde for a moment longer before she settled back comfortable into her chair with her arms crossed over her stomach. "I'm gonna take a nap. Wake me up when it's time to do something," She decided finally, popping her gum again.
ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ﹕the blonde girl and "Ly" ↰ ▎ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕the ritual hall ↰ ▎ᴍᴏᴏᴅ﹕relaxed ↰ ▎ ▌▌▌▌▌▌██ ▌▌▓▓▓▓ ▌▌▌██████████████ ▌███████████████████... ↲ ▎ |
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Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2020 9:22 am
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 ▶ ▷ Ｃｒｉｕｓ Ａｋａｓｕｎｅ ◀ ◁》Ａffiliation: Ｙogakuma Ｃlan 》Ｒank: Ｌeader
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It was not long before Crius strode through the doors of Ritual Hall, presumably with Desdemona not far behind. Making his way to the center of the room, he peered over at both of the other initiates who were clearly making themselves comfortable. His attention then focused on Marcy who still had the gum in his mouth, the sound of her chewing and popping making his skin crawl. "Dispose of that wretched time waster. Swallow it." He commanded, motioning towards the chairs on either side of her. "Have a seat, ladies, and we shall begin." The cult leader strode over to Lysander, reaching a hand over to run his fingers through the male's hair before flashing a small smile. He was glad to see that Lysander was behaving himself. It was no secret that this hall typically got the both of them a bit... excited. But they had an understanding that ritualistic activities would only take place together--or together with others--while sexual acts otherwise were exclusive between the two of them. Not that that was anything to worry about around new recruits--they had other tasks to complete first.
"Please fetch them a copy our laws and their checklists." Crius requested, his arm falling to his side before he spun around to face the initiates once more. It was clear that Aysu, at least, was nervous, though he did not blame her what with her experiences through out the day. She was likely going to need the most hand-holding. Folding his hands in front of him, his lips curled into a sinister smile. "Welcome to Ritual Hall, as well as the Yogakuma Clan. Have any of you any questions before we begin?"
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》Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ: xxx 》Ｃｏｍｐａｎｙ: xxx 》Ｍｏｏｄ: xxx
(O.O.C: I will post the checklist/laws tonight after work and link them when they are up! Thank you guys for your patients with me--life has been very hectic as of late! )
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2020 4:11 am
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α у ѕ υ
ѕ σ ѕ н ι ☾ The Yogakuma Clan | ☾ 17 Years Old | ☾ Heterosexual ❤ ♡ ❤ ❤ ♡ ❤ ❤ ♡ ❤ ❤ ♡ ❤ ❤ ♡ ❤ ❤ ♡ ❤ ❤ ♡ ❤ ❤ ♡ ❤ “There’s no use pouting about it.” the Marcy-girl directed her comment at Aysu who could just barely bother to roll her eyes. If I had the energy to be angry maybe that incessant gum-popping that seems to be her only personality trait would make me lose it… She thought to herself as her eyes began following the lines on the wall and tried to make sense of the different characters throughout the room. The doors of the ritual hall suddenly swung open giving Aysu a small start, her eyes landed on Crius and watched his interaction with Lysander closely. If they hadn’t just ripped me away from my life and family, I might find them quite endearing… Mr. Akasune made a comment on Marcy’s chewing which delighted Aysu to the point she almost smiled, despite how harshly he delivered it, he hadn’t said something she disagreed with. I may not be the favorite here but there’s a small chance I won’t be the least favorite, I suppose that’s all I will need to survive. She pushed herself back up the wall and made cautious steps towards the table. Reluctantly, she took the seat to the left of Marcy and promptly shifted her chair a few inches more to the left for breathing space. Aysu couldn’t help crossing her legs under the table and all around generally pointing her body away from the girl.
Aysu watched Crius’s lips as they moved, she was trying so hard to listen but was finding herself still in so much shock it became difficult to focus on what was going on around her. Lysander passed out a couple sheets that entailed details on Yog and the rules/laws within the clan, as well as a checklist of things they must do before becoming an official member. The text blurred across the page, she really couldn’t bring herself to literate anything on the page before her. Briefly, she peaked over her shoulder at another girl who walked in, seeing as she didn’t take a seat with them Aysu came to the conclusion that she was just a member here for prayer. However, she stayed, watching the girls. The strangers eyes locked with Aysu’s in a small glare, prompting Aysu to turn back around. She folded her hands in her lap and sighed once again.
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2020 12:13 pm
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𝑆𝑜 𝐼 𝑠𝑎𝑦
𝐷𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒, 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒, 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒, 𝑜𝘩, 𝑜𝘩, 𝑜𝘩
𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑑𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒
𝑇𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒, 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒, 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒, 𝑎𝑦, 𝑎𝑦, 𝑎𝑦
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛
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▎↳ 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑊𝘩𝑖𝑡𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑒 ▎↳ 𝐹𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑌𝑜𝑔 ▎↳ 𝑆𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛
Marcy didn't watch the girl long enough to see the eye roll that followed her comment about pouting, nor did she particularly care. However, just as she'd gotten comfortable, Crius walked in through the doors, followed by another girl. He had barely been in the room for a moment when he demanded that she dispose of the gum she was chewing. Marcy paused her chewing briefly as she studied their leader, following his movement as he made his way over to the male that had been "babysitting" them. The other male was smirking at her, and finally she shrugged, matching the smirk and letting the wad of rubbery gum slide down her throat. At some point another girl entered the room as well, hovering by the door a moment before she crossed the room to sit near the back. The blonde joined them as well at the table, once the men began to pass out sheets of paper to each of them. Perhaps the girl wasn't planning to snivel in the corner the entire time after all. Marcy made a point to shoot her a catlike grin as Aysu took the seat beside her, carefully positioning herself so that she was facing away. Marcy turned her attention back to their leader when he asked them whether they had any questions, and remained quiet. She didn't need to question anything, she was fully prepared to do whatever needed doing.
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