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hermione renesmee ó cearbhaill, your cutie copycat, signing off. thank you, arcereverse <3

( ﹆ຳ ─ hi, hello. my journal is already done and out AGAIN. about the replies here, i know i promised that i'll do it once i finished my journal but i think need to focus on the plotting first so i might reply to all of you after the workshop or whatever you call that. y'all can also approach me if you want to plot with me somewhere in the places! thank you and sorry. )

( ﹆ຳ ─ i'll unpublish my journal for now, i need to fix it. sorry!  )

( ﹆ຳ ─ hi, hello. just got back from hiatus but i'm not sure if i'll be online for the rest of the day since i'm not yet done with my journal. once i finished my journal, i'll be replying to your starters and replies. promise! )

┊starter ˎˊ˗
          
          bigla kang hinabol. 

Series of incoherent words slipped from Bullet's thin lips, he lethargically opened his eyes under the sunbeams sifting through the foliages. The blue haired gent positioned his back upon the integument of the tree dorsal to get a better panorama of the surroundings. He squinted his eyes, confusion etched onto his softly chiseled face for a few seconds.
          
          Bullet stood up yet he almost fall forward, knuckles white against knees —eyes wide-blown, painted with surprise. The morning breeze seemed to strike across him to and fro as if intriguing him for a dance. He stood there, frozen at his spot; mouth agape and the whispers of the leaves mingle between placid breeze. 
          
          Perhaps, a drop of the once thick fog of the mornings had cascaded down onto one of the few murmurings leaves and had descended onto Bullet's cheeks. The teeny-bit sensation of morning dew awakened the lost senses of the vexed lad, he plopped down the grass and contemplated the scenario before him and yesterday.
          
          "The bird has flown," Nonchalance grasps onto his visuals, along with a soft tilted smile. "yet it had gotten its fingers burned." With fingers against the necklace presented to him yesterday, he shook his head in some performance of disbelief. "The old wives' tale should've come into light before the sands ran out." Bullet tch-ed, tugging the necklace down and hid it inside his pockets.
          
          Unexpectedly, a presence akin to gravity seemed to have arrived before him. Bullet filled his lungs with the morning breeze and straightened up. He composed himself, and smiled softly. "For another to knock about this place, must you be, perhaps, lost as I am?"

it was just a typical boring day for asha. she just came out of the zeravean archives— her fave go to place. as of now, she wants to chill her mind after reading a theory from a book she borrowed. asha started to walk, still thinking about the theory with furrowed eyebrows. she still canʼt absorb the thought of the sentences written over there. but all her thoughts stopped when she heard annoying series of screams and squeals. she was about to leave the place when she heard sobs. sobs... “wait,” she whispered to herself before reaching out to the unfamiliar zeravean. confused, she stared at the woman lying on the grass. she slowly went on her knees and tapped the shoulder of the lass, “hey...” she silently called. with no response, she faked a cough and tried again. “hey, you.” she said with a loud voice.
          
          (   operator: i apologize for the late response. there were problems on my character and the wifi internet connection was lost for a whole day.   ) 

↘ replying to RENESMEE.
          
          Despite all the curses and headbutts, Belphegor remained unfazed by the lady. The lady even mocked his words earlier and spat at him. "You done yet?" He cocked an eyebrow up.
          
          OOC | I think you've understood the term 'spat' wrongly, since I was using it as a term wherein it's a harsh way to say something. But, okay. Let's just say he literally spat on you. Hehe.

“yes! okay rito! puro halaman! walang ingay! yes, yes, yes, haha!” sabi ko sa aking sarili na parang baliw. nagtataguan kasi kami ng ate ko at ginawa ko ang lahat para hindi niya ko mahanap. siniksik ko ang sarili ko sa likod ng halaman dito nang may makarinig akong sigaw.
          
          “huh??? ano ‘yun?” ang sigaw na iyon ay parang humihingi ng tulong. “huhu. guardian angel, tabuyin mo po ang diablo na nasa paligid. tutulungan ko po ba? guardian angel? yoohoo?” sabi ko pa na parang may kausap na guardian angel. “bahala na nga.”
          
          lumabas ako sa tinataguan ko. okay lang matagpuang hindi nakatago at least natagpuang may dangal. nakita ko ang babaeng nakahiga sa damuhan. “ate? ate??? hi po, ate? madumi po diyaan sa damuhan. ate?” pilit kong kinakausap ang babaeng nasa damuhan pero ayun nga...

Nakapamulsang naglakad-lakad si Wolfe sa siyudad ng Zarcerein. Palubog na ang araw ngunit  mas ginusto niyang maglibot ng ganitong oras kaysa naman tanghaling-tapat at tirik na tirik ang araw. Seryoso ang kaniyang ekspresyon habang pinagmamasdan ang bawat lugar at establisyemento na tila ba nalulunod sa malalim na pag-iisip.
          
          Bitbit ang palaso ay pinili niyang pumaroon sa gubat. Ngunit nahinto siya nang maaninag ang isang babaeng nakaupo sa ilalim ng lilim ng isang puno at nakapikit ang mga mata. "hindi naman siguro masama ang makipagkaibigan?" bulong niya sa kaniyang sarili kaya nilapitan niya ito at nagwika,  "Mukhang masarap ang pahinga natin diyan, ah?"