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rosenhaire:

After fully remembering everything on meeting Ib again, Garry can’t help but ponder whether his ‘luck’ can be called that, or just very finicky at best: some of what he remembered as being not just ‘dreams’ was stuff he’d rather not have had confirmed, but: knowing Ib is safe here does make him happy. In the end, her happiness matters an awful lot.

He spies Mary in the crowd as well, and waves - as confusing as it all is, he won’t linger on regrets at this ball. They both look so happy, so nice in their dresses - he doesn’t want to disturb this happy night more than he may have already.

“It certainly is a lovely e-event…though being surrounded by so many I do not know is quite daunting, I do agree. I love everyone’s outfits and the dancing, though…”

     It was strange, having such a casual conversation with someone you tried to harm, but... Mary gave a short wave in response to his, forcing a smile. It was the ball! She shouldn't be thinking about stuff like that! Besides, Garry was willing to put those things aside, so she should too. Though she keeps telling herself that, it definitely wasn't easy.

    "I know, right? And it's lonely when you don't come with anyone... But there's good food! I got to try lots of things, like strawberry shortcake! I've heard it was really good, and it was~"

    Of course her nature drew her to the desserts first and foremost, but it was her first time trying it! "Oh! I also got to learn how to dance! Though I’m still practicing with that. What about Garry? Do you dance? You’re pretty tall so you’d be pretty good at it, I think!”

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hironojouken:

He was just walking through the streets again. He was literally just going to the shopping center to check and see if there was anything he could wear for the upcoming event– with no idea that on the way he’d been mumbling, and just at the same time as he was writing notes down from the weeks before.

And yet, here he was, stopped by a finger pointed towards him and a yell. [ It was not a good yell. Even if he’d ever ignore any other yell- which he wouldn’t have- he couldn’t ignore this one. Not with what it implied. ]

“You– okay, um, sorry- what–?!” As sheep and others turned heads, he instead ducked his head behind his notebook, fear hidden in between groups of pages as the worst had, quite immediately come to mind- whoever this kid was, she couldn’t know about him being a hero– they hadn’t even met before, unless she managed to tell from the Sports Festival and the newspaper and everything and much worse, it was absolutely impossible she knew about him succeeding All Might and possessing One for All, because really what kind of a chance was that that within a few days yet another person, and one that didn’t even seem that old (seriously, was he just that bad at keeping secrets?–) compared to anyone else that knew about it–

……

….

… An artist.

So he’d just freaked out for nothing. “A– u-uh, sort of, I guess?” he drew in his notebooks, sure, but nothing on the scale of an actual art hobbyist’s work- “But.. I, um, I’m really just a student at this point.” Crisis averted, Izuku, you can literally calm down.

     Heroes and powers? If you asked Mary, she'd be excited! But she's preeeeetty sure that stuff doesn't exist in the real world. Then again, she's a painting turned human. So many things are impossible? This city was full of mysteries, so it wouldn’t be weird to add another one to the plate!

    At least the blonde didn't know his actual identity, but she did seem pretty excited learning he was an artist. Her accusing stance lowered, she instead places her hands together, excitedly scurrying closer to the boy. "Yay! I was right! Then that means one thing..."

    A short pause of eerie silence. What would the blonde claim now?

    "You have to be Mary's friend now! After all, you need two people for snowball fights!” Though it was far from winter. So perhaps that’ll have to wait. “Or, or! Have you heard of those things where people send each other things? 'Pen pals' I think? Yeah! I need a pen pal too! Someone who draws pictures with me!"

    For someone who just stopped someone in the street and practically scared him half the death, Mary seems pretty insistent on making a friend. Maybe the girl needs some company in this big city? An artist would be someone perfect for her to befriend, seeing as she happens to one herself!

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vulnerosen:

          God, oh god, what happened to her?

          This isn’t like her at all, honestly. Having such a lapse in time– one moment, she was walking through an art gallery with her parents for some person named W… Weiss Guertina? Something like those lines. She… had asked to go off on her own, right. And so she did. And then… there was an empty feeling… an empty and cold feeling.

                                                            She fell…                                                                                 … and ended up here?

          But that makes no sense. Waking up in a hospital would make sense, but this didn’t. Did a sheep drag her here? And if so, why wasn’t she covered in drool like that letter she got was? Everything about this whole situation was peculiar. Hopefully her parents were around… somewhere. It’s either that or this is a really stubborn dream that doesn’t want to let her go yet. That was possible, right?

          Of course it was possible, so it shouldn’t hurt too much to explore around this strange land she’s been dumped in. Her sheep (she’s taken to calling him Jester) follows after her obediently, and uncertain steps lead to a wandering child, looking at the scenery. It must be spring here, right? The flowers are so beautiful– ah, flowers… 

          – yellow petals, as soft and golden as the hair of the person that just bumped into her.

          The action is startling by all means, and Ib braces herself immediately against the impact, resisting the urge to squeal. There’s something about this that feels strange, something like nostalgia, something like fear. Fear of what? Getting a scab? Hurting the person who’s walk she rudely interrupted–

          “ … … … … … “

          “ … My… name.                                   … … … Who are you? “

          Yellow petals, attached to a pretty green stem. 

                                        ( ‘ I’d sacrifice myself so you could both leave. ‘                                                                                                                … huh? )

     It was her. Of course it was her. Such observant red hues were impossible to forget, after all. How much time has past since then? No matter how long it's been, Ib still remained enigmatic and alluring as ever. And in that following, expected silence the brunette always adored Mary took the brief time to think for a while.

    Think of all the things that happened.

    Who are you? As much as she wanted to complain how it hurts, three simple words destroying a faint hope she hadn't even known was there... that was for the best, wasn't it? After everything that happened, surely Ib would...?

    ".....Nn.... U-um..." There was no excuse she could bring up on the fly. Ib was too much of a unique name. So what should she do? Part of her wanted to just reach out and hug the girl, but she knew that wouldn't work. Backing up away from the girl, she frantically looked around, trying to find something to distract with. Alas, nothing would come to mind. Her only option was to confront this.

    But how?

    For once, the blonde was adorned in utter silence, every moment pricking at her. For once, she hadn't a clue on what to say. All she could do was... explain, perhaps? And let the child begin to fester hate for her. That was the best option. She couldn't be selfish.

    "You don't... recognize me...?"

        ‘ COME DOWN BELOW IB ‘         ‘ I'LL SHOW YOU SOME PLACE SECRET ‘

    She beckoned to her that fateful day.

    "It's me, Mary... Do you remember, anything, Ib? About... the gallery?"

    Why did she ask that?     Why force her to relive everything that happened?     ...Maybe the blonde still wanted to seek forgiveness.     Even if that was a foolish idea.

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hironojouken:

A tug at Izuku’s sleeve alerted him to Mary’s presence, the girl smiling at him when he looked down to confirm who he thought the simultaneous voice belonged to. “Oh, um— thanks..!” Listen. Even if a child was complimenting him, it was still a compliment. “You’re.. Mary, right? I think you look nice as well!” A genuine remark as well, and he gave back a smile as he did. That was, additionally, real, even if it became sheepish soon after.

“I, um…. I guess you cou –– no, I, uh, did go alone. I was sort of hoping to go with someone, but I didn’t get the time to ask him before the ball started.” Though his hand rose to lace through the hair at his nape, it froze as it made contact with the black and green, and he focused on answering against the booming music instead. “Um.. not professionally, but I do, yeah.” He was briefly compelled to ask why she, well, asked, but he quite quickly assumed a reason why.

    As she suspected, Izuku remembered her! (Who could really forget after making a scene like that, really?) Regardless, hearing the boy call her by her name caused a widened smile, nodding in response. "You're right! I am Ma~ry~" Repeating her name it almost came out like a song, the sound of her own name pleasing to hear. "We're matching, see, see? Green and green! The best color, after all~" Well, one of them. She was also partial to blue and red!

     "That's a shame... Maybe he's here either way, though...?" Saying that, she hoped that girl were here too... Whatever, it wasn't her business to pry! Awaiting his answer to her previous question, her eyes lit up at the response, excitedly bouncing on her toes. So he could dance! Then... "You can teach me how to then, right? I've never danced before!" Her only examples of it being mannequins and paintings, her experience was completely non-existent, and watching the people have a fun time dancing across the floor, she wanted to join in too! "Pretty please? I'll give you something in return! Like... a drawing! Mary will draw you something as a thank you!"

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@rosenhaire

     In the midst of the gardens walked the lone blonde, taking a break from the never-ending crowds of the main event. She'd been having a lot of fun so far! Still, that many people in one place was a bit overwhelming, even for her. To ease her mind off the crowds, she strolled through the decorated pathways, admiring the calm sights that greeted her. Turning the corner a flash of purple would stop her in her tracks, the blonde hesitant to react.

     "Aaaah." She should've guessed of all people he'd be here, but she did her best to greet him with a smile, tilting her head in a childish manner. "Enjoying the ball? I am too~ I never knew dancing could be so much fun!" Next on her list would be to try a snowball fight, though it looked like weather took a long time to come around. "Having so many people around is scary, though... I guess Garry kind of feels the same way, huh?"

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rosenhaire:

The little girl, shadow of a dream, apologizes at first, clueless. Garry wishes he was, too. He doesn’t like those images, foggy as they may be: nor that awful feeling of regret and sadness. There was another one, too. A feeling of…resignation? As if something bad had happened, but nobody had held any control over it.

He didn’t understand them at all: but the girl’s initial reaction was proof enough his ‘dream’ wasn’t mere fiction or imagination, as much as he inwardly pleaded and hoped it might be. She froze, much as he had internally, balling hands up as if in defense and fear of her own.

She frowned, but was quick to shift expressions, saying it was possible to know her face, but she didn’t recognize him. She smiled, but…he’d seen that initial response of fear and unease. He couldn’t unsee it so easily. “I…are you sure? Your face looks like…like dreams I keep having.” It was clear the thought of those nightmares being reality shook him, from his own hands shaking.

Hearing her voice, he froze again. It was the final nail in the coffin. It…it had been this girl’s voice that screamed in those nightmares. Yet, he paused, on her saying he was confusing her for someone else. If she had suffered by his hands…he didn’t want to force her to talk of it.

 “I…maybe I am wrong.  I have to find the girl who looks like you. I…have this awful feeling. Like she got hurt and suffered because of me? I…not that I sound like a sensible adult right now, but…I need to apologize to her if that happened. She didn’t deserve any of that mess I saw in those nightmares, caused by people acting on fear…nobody did.”

However, if it was the same girl, he wanted to apologize, for what it was worth.

     Try as she might, she couldn't erase what was already known. She couldn't have hid that instinctive reaction she had to seeing him. It was written all over her face-- she knew. They both knew. There was a past hung over both their heads. Memories and a friendship that was never repaired until the very end. Though how much Garry remembered all of this outside of the nightmares, the blonde had not a clue.

    "....." Her first thought was to say I'm sure, there's no need to worry! After all, someone like you would be memorable as well. But his following words caused her to hesitate. The girl who looks like her-- as in, her herself. He was avoidant to accuse her with his words, but she knew. Based on that hesitation, that uncertainty, he knew.

    Both of them were aware, but avoiding the actual words themselves.

    She got hurt and suffered because of me... No, that's not true! After all, I... It was almost as if she could hear the flash of metal again, a maddening grip on a palette knife as she searched for them. She couldn't let them escape. If they got out without her, then she'd... Be all alone again. And yet...? She didn't deserve any of that mess I saw in those nightmares...

    Caused by people acting on fear...

    Fear. That was it, wasn't it? What drove her. What caused her to panic and act out. What made the cheery, innocent girl turn into the ruthless painting she truly was. All of the words he said puzzled her. She couldn't understand why he'd think or feel that way. What did he recall? What was he seeing in his dreams? Perhaps he was getting the wrong idea of it all. Perhaps his mind was lying to him in order to protect him from the truth.

    She'd never know. "Have you considered that girl might be struggling as well? Over whatever happened between you two..." Mary continued to avoid claiming his suspicions to be true, instead keeping the conversation neutral. "After all, mistakes can be made on both sides~ Though someone like you seems veeeeery nice. I don't think I could see you doing a bad thing at all! ...But apologizing is the 'good person' thing to do huh...? Maybe she should apologize too, just to be fair."

Purple Hyacinth (Closed - Mary)

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vulnerosen:

          While public matters are something that she is used to, being social during awkward situations is not, and boy, is Ib an awkward person when she’s alone. Her eyes had been trying their best to avoid any unwanted staring (as she’s found that she’s been caught in the act quite often lately), but it appears that someone had noticed her even in her greatest attempts to be a wallflower. 

          Mary? Was it truly Mary? The girl blinks, gripping at the fabric before her stomach, gaze darting to the side in an obvious display of nervousness. For a moment, the lights seem to dance, billowing and growing until they’re a pyre, surrounding them, covering the other, forcing smoke in her lungs and yelling ‘no, no, no, no, no, no, no–’

          But it’s not like that, and now they’re here. Stuck in Stella City, with no way of getting back home as far as she’s recalled, with a golden girl that should be dead but isn’t, and a child that shouldn’t have remembered but did, all balled up in this great big mess with the addition of sheep. She almost feels like she’s being made fun of here– this whole situation feels like a paradise that she should have never gotten. She doesn’t deserve it. She doesn’t deserve Mary’s kindness either, but here the other is, knife-less and wanting to spend time with her. “ I… “

          “ I don’t… want to slow Mary down. “ Ib says, looking rather ashamed. “ It’s okay… You should… go have fun. “ Without her.

     Those moments before Ib responded went on like an eternity. A simple ball suddenly thrown into an event of memories, overwhelming guilt, uncertainty... Though Mary lacked control over any of those things. She was aware of what had happened in the past. But did that change things, she had began to think? Did it change how she truly felt towards Ib? There was a hole there, a burnt away part of her that held some form of endless regret and pain towards the girl in red, but...

     The remaining parts of her still saw the beauty of her. The value of her companionship. There was part of her that feared letting go, because if she avoided and ran from this issue things would never be the same. And so here she was, greeting and trying to pry Ib from her avoidant nature, the other's response finally reaching her ears and causing a perplexed expression-- a mixture of emotions-- to cross the blonde's face.

     Despite what Ib thought, Mary felt she deserved kindness. After all, she was the one in the wrong. She held the knife. She almost killed her. If they could manage some sort of friendship, after all of that... Well, Mary would be blessed, wouldn't she?

     "...Slow me down...?" It was a strange reaction for sure, but who's the say she wasn't acting odd herself? Keeping up a smile, Mary shook her head, offering a hand towards the brunette. "You can't slow me down if there isn't anything I'm looking forward to, silly! Besides... If I don't intervene, Ib will just be standing here all alone and not having fun, right?" And so would I, she silently added. "This is a once in a blue moon event, right? Let's both have a good time. Together!"

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@hironojouken

     "Oh! It's you!" She almost didn't recognize him from the different attire, but his hair said it all. Rushing to his side, Mary tugs on his sleeve to get Izuku’s attention and stop him in his tracks, blue eyes adorning a smile greeting him. "...My artist friend~ You look pretty!" A genuine compliment with no remarks towards his tie, since she's not a fashion expert. But hey! Kind words from a 9 year old always count, right?

     Well, she hoped she wasn't interrupting him. Dressed up that special, he definitely had to be with someone! Though a quick look around didn't turn up any obvious companions. "Are you... Alone?" To be honest, she didn't genuinely think he was, but she might as well voice her thoughts. "Don't worry! I didn't come with anyone either. I don't know many people after all~ But since we're here, let's have some fun! Do you know how to dance?"

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rosenhaire:

The flower shop had a strange request of him when he came to work today. Apparently, there was a ball happening that all the city was invited to: and they wanted him to go to help usher up a little more business. Of course, he’d been a little hesitant at hearing that the entire city may well be there: but it was work, he didn’t have a choice.

So he promised to go, but had asked them to let him get back to his run-down apartment first to at least dress in the nicest clothes he had managed to scrounge up. Not that they were much better than his current jacket, tattered with holes - but they were somewhat better, and if he was going to a ball, he had to at least try.

Bustling down the streets of the city to get home, he’d skidded to a halt at seeing a girl crossing near him - he didn’t want to bump into her! However - seeing those green clothes the girl wore, yellow hair - it made his blood run cold in regret, and a wave of confusion run over him. W-why….why did he feel so sad on seeing this girl? Like he’d done something terribly wrong?

He’d never done anything bad to this stranger, yet…yet her hair and clothes reminded him so much of a fleeting, constant nightmare he kept having ever since waking up here.

Of flickering flames that grew fast, too fast, to shock and alarm, that had been given no choice but to be aimed a certain way, a shrill, horrified screaming…a layer of ash on the floor, and regrets and shattered glass. A book entitled ‘How to make friends’…

“I…I know your face from somewhere….d-don’t I? This probably sounds crazy, I know…”

Why…why did he feel like he should be apologizing a thousand times over, like he knew this girl?

     Wandering the streets of Stella City wasn't uncommon for the girl, after all, being in a city was a brand new experience! And with the news of a ball coming up, she had plenty to be excited about. It was her chance to mingle and have fun-- her very first event in a real world. As a real human!

     A smile on her face and a spring on her step, she made her way back home. There was much to do, and much on her mind! What would the next day bring her? What will happen at that fateful ball? All of these thoughts kept her preoccupied, distracted enough to almost collide with a man unknowningly.

     "Sorry!" Luckily, they hadn't hit each other, but she should've been more cautious. Though his following words caused her to finally look over at him. "...Hmm?" As her eyes focus on Garry, it quickly came to her. Almost within moments her carefree expression froze, hands instinctively balling up and frown across her face. Him. It was him... No, it couldn't be-- but he recognized her.

     I am Mary~ I am Mary~ I am Mary~ A palette knife met itself into a mannequinn's head over and over again. You're in my way. You're in my way. You're in my way. A blue rose who kept her here, who remained an obstacle for her chance at escape... Garry, the man who arrived at the gallery with Ib.

     It was him.

She can't let him know. She can't let him find out. Not again. Not again.

     "Ah~ Well~ It's possible! Someone as cute as me is suuuuper memorable, right? But sorry, I don't think I recognize you!" A fatal lie, and it was evident from her initial reaction she wasn't telling the truth. But her cheery expression and voice deluded from that conclusion, as she swayed to and fro on her feet. "Oh, but maybe you confused me for someone else? If you want, I could help you look for her!"

     It's better this way, isn't it? Ignorance is bliss.

Purple Hyacinth (Closed - Mary)

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ITS BALL TIME!

if anyone wants to interact with a mary at the vernal ball, here’s a rp ad! i’m capping at 2 likes, since i’ll also be doing some starters on chara’s side as well!

dont worry if u miss the call, i’ll still accept requests to thread if u want~

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vulnerosen:

( @goldenremnants. )

          Parties? Balls? Formal events? Ib can say that she’s been to plenty of them, but never without a guardian to watch her. It had taken a lot of pep talk for her to go out shopping, and even more to actually prepare herself and end up here. It’s good that she didn’t need to do her hair on her own– that alone would have taken an extra hour, which she had kept in mind when tipping the sheep at the salon. She’s elegant, dressed to impress, and… feeling melancholic. 

          It would have been better to not remember what had happened at all, though that’s a selfish thought on her part. Cowardly, even. What happened in the gallery had always been with her all along, like a shadow that didn’t want to leave, even on the darkest of nights. The full weight of everything hasn’t fallen on her yet, though she certainly wants it to– it’s been a miserable few days, being down enough to not want to do anything, but motivated enough to try and stay on top of things. She may not know what limbo is, but it’s certainly been something that she’s been caught up in for the past while.

          A step, a sigh, a moment of hesitation. Ib isn’t sure what she wants to do, looking from side to side, as her hands hold themselves. She swears that there’s a flash of blue somewhere, a graceful swish of golden among all the people, but she finds herself too afraid to pursue it. She had been seeing things. That was it. Silently, she looks down at the ground, feeling as if she was a small little sailor lost in a deep and perilous sea.

     On one hand the red rose was familiar with such gatherings, but on the other the golden rose has never experienced such an event before. Dancing! Crowds of people! Music! It was a symphony of entertainment, and her eyes glittered at every sight and moment she had. Though she was far from fancily dressed-- just a rehash of her normal outfit, actually: a jacket+dress combo alongside her hair tied up in a ponytail, she still felt like she fit in with the people, though she hasn't had anybody to dance with.

     Being a child alone at a ball was rough enough, but seeing Ib amongst the parade of people made it worse. As fortune had it, she had remembered what Mary did. She remembered her malevolent, her final moments, everything. Memories were plagued on both of them, even if most of the emotions attached were just guilt rather than resentment. Even so, she noticed the girl, dressed as beautifully and formally as ever, was alone. Just like her. In an event that was meant to be all fun and partying...

     It took a bit of reassurance of herself, but Mary made her way to where Ib was, tilting her head to gaze at her lowered red eyes. "Iiiiiib~" Even with the things on her mind, her voice was as cheery and light as ever, giving the girl a warm smile. "You look super pretty~! Ib has always had a great fashion sense, huh? ...." She trails off for a moment, just a moment. Though a flash of remembrance crossed her face, she quickly shook it off. "Are you all alone here? That's no fun~ If you don't mind... We could explore the ball together~?"

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@vulnerosen​

     Thoughts and memories weren't uncommon for her. Over and over again the events of the gallery would play in her head as she calculated-- what could she have done to change it, what could she have done to fix everything? Even as she thought this, she wasn't uncertain what outcome she wanted. Maybe she just wanted to be with Ib again. Maybe she actually wanted to be human?

     None of it really mattered now, since she's awoken in this city. She’s felt much different, what being human felt like, she guessed? And though it had made her uneasy at first, she quickly readjusted. This is what she wanted, right? Ib wasn’t here, but she was outside. Ib and Garry managed to leave, and she too got out. That's the best scenario. That's the 'happy ending' they all looked for. Right...?

     Locked in her own thoughts, she wouldn't even realize she ran into someone as she opened a door to walk outside, falling backwards and closing her eyes at the impact. It happened within moments, and it took her awhile to process something- why did this feel strange? What did this feel like?

     This felt... familiar? Clear blue orbs show themselves once again, and reveal just whom she had bumped into, widening as they do so. Chocolate brown locks, gentle but composed posture, red, captivating eyes...

"I......b..?" Her voice was fragile as she spoke, the many emotions she's managed to pile up forced to the front in one simple word. With the sudden adrenaline Mary scrambled to pick herself to her feet, holding her hands together. Did she... Remember her? Remember what happened? Remember... Garry...?

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@practicalandpretty

     "Searching... Searching... Where could it be~?" In the midst of the city a young girl wandered-- on the search for something special. No matter where she looked, there was naught a sight of what she searched for, and her expression dimmed more and more as she looked to no avail. With a heavy sigh, she paused her pattern, crossing her arms after clearing one more area. "It's not here either, is it...? Where did I leave it last... Oh!"

     Spotting someone nearby, Mary hurried over to him, giving a small tug at his arm to gain his attention. "Mister~! I lost something suuuuper important. I haven't been able to find it anywhere... I'm running out of places to look, too! Pleeeeease?"

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@hironojouken

     "Hold it right there!" Within a instant, the boy would find his way blocked by the short blonde, an accusing index finger pointed straight at him. She paid no attention to the people who walked past them, her focus directly on Izuku as she spoke with full confidence. "I know what you are! Your face, your posture... I know it all!"

     "...You're an artist! You remind me of my father, always thinking and mumbling to himself... It's the definite mark of an artist! You are one, riiiiight~? Mary is pretty smart, after all!"

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alright, i said i’d do it later, so i will!

here’s a rp ad for mary! i’ll cap it at 3, not including castmates (though ib isn’t here yet either way~~)

these will be short, 1-2 paras unless i get an interesting idea! of course, if you miss out on this, my inbox/im/twitter/discord are always available for plotting!

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upon prior reserve, heeeeres mary! application can be found under /app or by simply clicking the iii. link on her blog! hopefully mary can become accustomed to her new life quickly~

Living in one paradise and stumbling into another… Surely your stay here shouldn’t prove to be too different from things back home? At least there’s no need to replace someone entirely to get what you want!

You’ll be staying in Hummingbird Hotel Room #718! Please, enjoy your stay!

♍ virgo

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This is a test post! Here we are again.

This is bolded text.

Italics are nice too!

What about a link?

This is fun, isn’t it?

That’s all for now~