OUTCAST-ICHI

clouds driven by a chilly winter breeze rolled overhead. moving with the shifting shadows, shuichi sidestepped the dark patches of the buildings' masonry, then scrambled leewards towards the spot where the beams of the moon hits directly. the lad possessing a flowing jet black hair shone his gleam, momentarily walking before speeding up his tracks whilst a mischievous smile filled his insipid face.
          
          he then performed a cartwheel using one hand and landed perfectly on his feet. something from somewhere resonated in the wind, alarming shuichi that his eyes does not lied to him. he bit his lower lip, emplacing his hands on his pocket as he casually walked towards the stranger, lips slightly puckered and uttered; "ey, you seem alone! wanna spar?" he grinned.

gardenfae

flower petals were blown by a certain plumped lips of a brown haired lad, his hazel brown orbs becoming chink as series of giggles slipped from his slightly opened mouth. the corners of his little mouth turned up and his pearly white teeth exposed,   “   more petals to come !  “  ruxiel yelled cheerily. he collected the once blown flower petals and put it into his arms, drawing his gaze around floria as he nodded to himself that it was a good idea.
          
          the lad threw the flowers atop his head, creating a beautiful scenario of white and purple flower petals shower. the sight felt like fairytale and he felt enchanted for the first time in his existence. he remembered all the good things he knew. the rainbows, kitties, puppies, ice creams, warm sweaters, dancing, action figures, his mother and his meteor staff—everything just felt really right and positive.
          
          his thoughts was immediately dismissed by the sudden sneeze not too faraway from his location. as wonpil turned his head; he caught the sight of a unfamiliar murian with an extremely noticeable petal of a flower atop their nose.  “    hello there, passing murian !   “  ruxiel greeted cheekily, waving his hands.

standbi

SIN FAJARDO, unlike other murians, he's used to being alone, less friends, less conflicts. 
          
          he had been up all night, having the urge to go around mule and play around with his red blade kunai. unfortunately spacing out, he lets go of the blade, landing elsewhere.
          
          "where is it? damn." pissed, he looked for it, and finally saw his blade in front of a murian, unaware.
          
          he walked towards his blade, eyes locked on it, and picked it up.
          
          'is it too harsh if i just walk away?' he thought to himself. 
          
          anyway, having a heart, he stood up and asked the murian. "were you hit? are you okay?"

OUTCAST-MYRTLE

% STARTER. 
          
          carrying a bucket of paint and some brushes. mrytle seemed to be in a hard time trying to fit all those things in her small arms. "almost there" she muttered, motivating herself as she carefully walked through the sidewalk. she just cant wait to paint her newly bought smg. but then there was this small pebble that was a hindrance in her path, too focused to not let the things fall. myrtle didnt notice the obstacle just in front of her. with a few steps she trip over the pebble, trying to catch all the things that jumped in her arms which was actually impossible to do so. to make things worse a murian happened to pass by, not noticing the catastrophe that was happening to myrtle. since the murian seems too engrossed looking at his/her mobile phone. the bucket of paint, which myrtle forgot to close the lid properly earlier— poured down on the male/female shirt. myrtle who was dumbfounded on what just happened, stared at the murian in disbelief without saying a word.

OUTCAST-YUSEI

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          surrounded by darkness, uncertainty ate a hole in yusei’s shaken soul. his nerves were tangled like a ball of christmas lights ripped off a tree. he clenched his pockets with clammy hands, fear flourished in his empty stomach.
          
          
          a nearby crow croaked, yusei in an instance unsheathe his rapier and scrutinized the environment. tall pine trees erupting from the ground in limitless supply. they were the pillars holding up the house of the forest.
          
          
          yusei’s ears perked up and followed ritsu’s familiar chirps stealthily. his eyes widened upon finding yoji on the ground, his wings flailed around and seemed to be unconscious. bitterness swelled inside him, his hands slightly shook.
          
          
          ＂ must it be you?!＂ yusei suspect, eyes seemingly throwing daggers. ＂ the one who knocked yoji senseless?＂he added, voice hinting that he is enraged, his rapier had been sheathe before and yusei seems to be ready to go into battle any wrong words spouted by the ‘fiend’.