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    Fantasy The Tower: Upheaval [Arc 1]

    Praw looked around her tent as he entered. It was as he expected. She didn't have many pieces that suggested family or wealth. He knew she was wealthy, there was no question there, but he also knew she was striving, constantly striving for more. She wouldn't rest, wouldn't enjoy her wealth...
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    Fantasy The Tower: Upheaval [Arc 1]

    Praw watched her walk away with her horse. He thought she was rather too attached to it. It wasn't smart to be attached to anything. Who knew what could happen to it? Not that he was going to kill her horse, but someone could. Or something could happen to it. Maybe she didn't love it, but Praw...
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    Fantasy The Tower: Upheaval [Arc 1]

    Praw watched Dominick struggle over his words of when the food would be served. Praw could care less about when the food was ready. He got hungry just like everyone else, but he wasn't there yet. He was used to denying himself, even food and water, and he wasn't going to starve to wait an...
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    Fantasy The Tower: Upheaval [Arc 1]

    Praw wasn't one of the loud ones. He preferred to be a silent killer, possibly pun intended. It wasn't that he didn't speak, he had no problem talking, bit from the time he was young every word Praw spoke was purposeful. He had had to learn to be that way. Or at least, it was the only way to...
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    Futuristic Guess it's just another one of those days.

    “My name is Harry,” he said. He didn’t know if the Robot listened or cared, but it was worth a try. He liked his name, and he liked when it was used. Much better than citizen. He had no problem keeping up with him. If it was a him. Harry wasn’t sure how robot genders worked, if they worked...
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    Futuristic Guess it's just another one of those days.

    Harry knew he should feel relieved when the robot stopped getting ready to shoot, but all he felt was tiredness. Now he’d have to come up with a report to file. “There were some men with machine guns down the block.” He knew it was true, because they were down every block, but it was at least a...
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    Futuristic Guess it's just another one of those days.

    Harry watched the gun aim at him with boredom. “Go ahead,” he said. If someone was going to kill him it may as well be the robot. It would make a good story, wouldn’t it? He wondered if the robot was simply a killing machine no matter what. He didn’t think he had been programmed very well...
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    Futuristic Guess it's just another one of those days.

    Harry was relieved when it seemed to decide in his favor during its deliberation. He noticed the lack of color change, but wasn’t sure what to think of it. Maybe it’s colors were random or maybe they told of his preparation to kill people. There was nothing he could do to change it, whatever it...
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    Futuristic Guess it's just another one of those days.

    “Could you do that then please?” He asked. He knew in even in cities authoritative stations were a few and far between. It would bring him at least a little further alive. Not that being alive seemed to matter much more now anyway. It was just something to do in your spare time. He wanted to...
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    Futuristic Guess it's just another one of those days.

    Harry watched it look him over with it’s ‘eye’. He knew it must be a camera, but much too advanced for him to understand. “I know where people- er- citizens are with weapons. I need you to come kill them.” He hoped that sparked the robot’s interest. He didn’t know where he would take the...
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    Futuristic Guess it's just another one of those days.

    Harry had heard the stories. Harry didn’t necessarily understand the stories, but he had heard them. A metal man, a robot, able to kill everyone but killable by none. A high tech tank, as he saw it. He went around the city, if a city was what this thing was, looking for it. Trying to find a way...
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    Realistic or Modern Love Behind The Trenches

    Preston watched the blood flow slow with glazed eyes. There was no reason to try to live. Maybe he’d meet his best friend in Heaven. Preston was pretty sure he believed in that, but he wasn’t sure if Douglas did. Now he wished he would have asked. Anything to give him some hope for the future...
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    Realistic or Modern Love Behind The Trenches

    Preston Daniels hadn't planned on joining the war only to be alone. He joined because it was his national duty, but also because all his friends joined. Maybe that was a bit less than patriotic, but wasn't that why half the eighteen-year-old boys joined? His best friend Douglas had died early in...
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    Fantasy The Supernatural Catering Company

    David looked Dorian over. He was a good worker, hence why David used him. David only hired the best, and, despite not always getting along with Dorian, he was the best. Of course, he was taking a bit of a risk with Lucy, but there could be something positive about training up someone with no...
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    Fantasy The Supernatural Catering Company

    @LeaRoxy.E David spun his quill from one finger to the next very slowly as he spoke on the phone. "Yes, of course," he said, speaking slowly, calmly, almost royally. If there was one word that both was the complete opposite of David and defined him completely it was royal. He was a simple...
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    Fandom More like grey and dark (HP-RP)

    ((Thanks for understanding!)) "You just did wordless magic," Asher answered. "That's pretty impressive." Asher could only do a few small spells without words, and he still needed a hand on his wand. But it wasn't as if Asher was going to do any magic fighting or anything. He wanted to create...
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    Fandom More like grey and dark (HP-RP)

    ((Im so sorry I disappeared! My (now ex) boyfriend came up to meet my parents for a few days so things were pretty busy.)) "That's funny, I love the beans," he said, buying a box of them. He'd keep the rest of the money, what little was left, for if he needed anything during the school year...
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    Fandom More like grey and dark (HP-RP)

    Asher listened to him with a slight frown. How did you make friends when your favorite people were those who ran from you? But he somewhat understood. He liked people who stayed quiet about the relationship between his race and his religion, even if they were internally judging him. "Well...
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    Fandom More like grey and dark (HP-RP)

    Asher sat back down and contemplated the strange boy. He was a weird combination of mean and shy. He wondered how he looked when he first came to wizarding school, fresh out of his parents house and entirely alone. He supposed he couldn't have been too different. He saw Merrick walking up and...
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    Fandom More like grey and dark (HP-RP)

    Asher could tell he was embarrassed by his face. He supposed looking different often embarrassed people, just like the one time someone walked in on him speaking Hebrew over his Shabbat meal. But he didn't see any reason to point out the disfigurement of the boys face, and really, it didn't...
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