Replacement Santa is sorry this is so late. There's more coming, possibly...but Replacement Santa can't make any promises.
Morrolan's entrance-one month after Jasdero and Devit's appearance, precisely-was heralded by a flash of silver light against stone, broken inky by the silhouette of several very tall people and one shorter one. Castor smiled as he bowed, eyes still closed against the afterimages of their arrival. "Morrolan-san, it's very good to see you
( ... )
Replacement Santa decided to write this next. There may be one more story if Santa finds it in them!
Replacement Santa cannot remember if they have a more concrete backstory--but Santa decided to keep on writing anyway. Apologies if Santa trampled on your headcanon too much. Santa was bunnied. :'(
("We met in the academy." At Shadow's blank stare, Toshi nodded.
"Our parents couldn't afford anything fancy. So we didn't go to any of the first rank training academies. We went to a smaller one that emphasized combat and teamwork," Kian continued. "My parents thought it would be for the best, to make me more flexible."
Shadow snorted, and Toshi yelped. "Not like that, not like that!") Considering that Kian had laughed in Toshi's face about the title within thirty seconds of meeting him, the ensuing fisticufts went just about as well as could be expected. And one thing led to another, and well... saying they hated each other at first sight was really not that far off
( ... )
("What were you studying?" Ladiarius inquired. "Did you know about--"
He yelped as Shadow's finger found its way into his ribs. "...oh, all right. Later!"
"Anyway...") This is, of course, when the other side decided to strike at them. News of their argument had made the rounds of the dorms weeks ago, and the wiser and cleverer leader of the other hall had decided that they would be the perfect targets to hit first. Three fourth years came out of the bushes, straight at Toshi
( ... )
....you know what? THIS IS THEIR BACKSTORY NOW. I love it, thank you mysterious replacement Santa. I swear we will get another session together eventually, dammit.
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Morrolan's entrance-one month after Jasdero and Devit's appearance, precisely-was heralded by a flash of silver light against stone, broken inky by the silhouette of several very tall people and one shorter one. Castor smiled as he bowed, eyes still closed against the afterimages of their arrival. "Morrolan-san, it's very good to see you ( ... )
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Replacement Santa cannot remember if they have a more concrete backstory--but Santa decided to keep on writing anyway. Apologies if Santa trampled on your headcanon too much. Santa was bunnied. :'(
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("We met in the academy." At Shadow's blank stare, Toshi nodded.
"Our parents couldn't afford anything fancy. So we didn't go to any of the first rank training academies. We went to a smaller one that emphasized combat and teamwork," Kian continued. "My parents thought it would be for the best, to make me more flexible."
Shadow snorted, and Toshi yelped. "Not like that, not like that!")
Considering that Kian had laughed in Toshi's face about the title within thirty seconds of meeting him, the ensuing fisticufts went just about as well as could be expected. And one thing led to another, and well... saying they hated each other at first sight was really not that far off ( ... )
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("What were you studying?" Ladiarius inquired. "Did you know about--"
He yelped as Shadow's finger found its way into his ribs. "...oh, all right. Later!"
"Anyway...")
This is, of course, when the other side decided to strike at them. News of their argument had made the rounds of the dorms weeks ago, and the wiser and cleverer leader of the other hall had decided that they would be the perfect targets to hit first. Three fourth years came out of the bushes, straight at Toshi ( ... )
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