Creen is sitting in a car, flipping over pages in his book as his left-hand holds what appears to be a smooth metal ball. He throws it up and down, catching it as he reads.
A young man, a first year it seems, walks into the car carrying a half asleep ragdoll cat, "Um, hello. Do you mind if I sit here?"
Creen looks up and brushes his black hair behind his ear. "Of course." He smiles brightly.
The train soon stops at the station. It is a warm night as the students file out of the train. Yelling with happiness and pushing towards the carriages.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The train soon stops at the station. It is a warm night as the students file out of the train. Yelling with happiness and pushing towards the carriages.
Creen looks out the windows and smiles "Here we are.." He stands up and cracks his neck.
The train soon stops at the station. It is a warm night as the students file out of the train. Yelling with happiness and pushing towards the carriages.
Creen looks out the windows and smiles "Here we are.." He stands up and cracks his neck.
A tall, skinny, blonde haired kid with glasses that have clear frames and bright blue eyes accidentally bumps into him. "S-sorry." he squeaks out
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The train soon stops at the station. It is a warm night as the students file out of the train. Yelling with happiness and pushing towards the carriages.
Creen looks out the windows and smiles "Here we are.." He stands up and cracks his neck.
A tall, skinny, blonde haired kid with glasses that have clear frames and bright blue eyes accidentally bumps into him. "S-sorry." he squeaks out
Creen chuckles "Its all good." He nods and smiles kindly.
The train soon stops at the station. It is a warm night as the students file out of the train. Yelling with happiness and pushing towards the carriages.
Creen looks out the windows and smiles "Here we are.." He stands up and cracks his neck.
A tall, skinny, blonde haired kid with glasses that have clear frames and bright blue eyes accidentally bumps into him. "S-sorry." he squeaks out
Creen chuckles "Its all good." He nods and smiles kindly.
The kid is about 5'10". "Do you know where I'm supposed to go? I'm n-new here."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The train soon stops at the station. It is a warm night as the students file out of the train. Yelling with happiness and pushing towards the carriages.
Creen looks out the windows and smiles "Here we are.." He stands up and cracks his neck.
A tall, skinny, blonde haired kid with glasses that have clear frames and bright blue eyes accidentally bumps into him. "S-sorry." he squeaks out
Creen chuckles "Its all good." He nods and smiles kindly.
The kid is about 5'10". "Do you know where I'm supposed to go? I'm n-new here."
Creen nods and brushes his black hair behind his ear. "Of course, I would be delighted." He walks outside and covers his hand over his eyes.
The train soon stops at the station. It is a warm night as the students file out of the train. Yelling with happiness and pushing towards the carriages.
Creen looks out the windows and smiles "Here we are.." He stands up and cracks his neck.
A tall, skinny, blonde haired kid with glasses that have clear frames and bright blue eyes accidentally bumps into him. "S-sorry." he squeaks out
Creen chuckles "Its all good." He nods and smiles kindly.
The kid is about 5'10". "Do you know where I'm supposed to go? I'm n-new here."
Creen nods and brushes his black hair behind his ear. "Of course, I would be delighted." He walks outside and covers his hand over his eyes.
The kid follows, fidgeting nervously with a necklace around his neck
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The train soon stops at the station. It is a warm night as the students file out of the train. Yelling with happiness and pushing towards the carriages.
Creen looks out the windows and smiles "Here we are.." He stands up and cracks his neck.
A tall, skinny, blonde haired kid with glasses that have clear frames and bright blue eyes accidentally bumps into him. "S-sorry." he squeaks out
Creen chuckles "Its all good." He nods and smiles kindly.
The kid is about 5'10". "Do you know where I'm supposed to go? I'm n-new here."
Creen nods and brushes his black hair behind his ear. "Of course, I would be delighted." He walks outside and covers his hand over his eyes.
The kid follows, fidgeting nervously with a necklace around his neck
Creen grins "What year are you? Better yet, what house are you? You don't look like you got one yet, you must be a first year then huh?"
The train soon stops at the station. It is a warm night as the students file out of the train. Yelling with happiness and pushing towards the carriages.
Creen looks out the windows and smiles "Here we are.." He stands up and cracks his neck.
A tall, skinny, blonde haired kid with glasses that have clear frames and bright blue eyes accidentally bumps into him. "S-sorry." he squeaks out
Creen chuckles "Its all good." He nods and smiles kindly.
The kid is about 5'10". "Do you know where I'm supposed to go? I'm n-new here."
Creen nods and brushes his black hair behind his ear. "Of course, I would be delighted." He walks outside and covers his hand over his eyes.
The kid follows, fidgeting nervously with a necklace around his neck
Creen grins "What year are you? Better yet, what house are you? You don't look like you got one yet, you must be a first year then huh?"
He nods nervously. "yeah Im new here...."
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*wassup*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Creen looks up and brushes his black hair behind his ear. "Of course." He smiles brightly.
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*For everyone :) *
The train soon stops at the station. It is a warm night as the students file out of the train. Yelling with happiness and pushing towards the carriages.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Creen looks out the windows and smiles "Here we are.." He stands up and cracks his neck.
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(Hi Theren)
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Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
YksinΓ€isen yΓΆn ylitin, sieltΓ€ itsenikin lΓΆysin
*hey!*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(how are you)
HΓ€mΓ€rΓ€ hΓ€kellyttΓ€vΓ€, menneisyyden menettΓ€vΓ€
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
YksinΓ€isen yΓΆn ylitin, sieltΓ€ itsenikin lΓΆysin
A tall, skinny, blonde haired kid with glasses that have clear frames and bright blue eyes accidentally bumps into him. "S-sorry." he squeaks out
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*decent*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Professor Carinna is directing students to where they are meant to go.
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
(good to hear)
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Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
YksinΓ€isen yΓΆn ylitin, sieltΓ€ itsenikin lΓΆysin
Creen chuckles "Its all good." He nods and smiles kindly.
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The kid is about 5'10". "Do you know where I'm supposed to go? I'm n-new here."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(back to working on a character ig)
HΓ€mΓ€rΓ€ hΓ€kellyttΓ€vΓ€, menneisyyden menettΓ€vΓ€
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
YksinΓ€isen yΓΆn ylitin, sieltΓ€ itsenikin lΓΆysin
Creen nods and brushes his black hair behind his ear. "Of course, I would be delighted." He walks outside and covers his hand over his eyes.
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The kid follows, fidgeting nervously with a necklace around his neck
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Creen grins "What year are you? Better yet, what house are you? You don't look like you got one yet, you must be a first year then huh?"
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(nevermind)
HΓ€mΓ€rΓ€ hΓ€kellyttΓ€vΓ€, menneisyyden menettΓ€vΓ€
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
YksinΓ€isen yΓΆn ylitin, sieltΓ€ itsenikin lΓΆysin
Sophia exits the train, having fallen asleep on the way there.
βHello? Where do I go? I fell asleep on the train.β
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Devilishly Cute
He nods nervously. "yeah Im new here...."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.