Single post in Chronicles of Gaia (RP)

Kudret continued writing, shoving his own feelings down in order to do so. Rikazu left room after Seth declared plan, ended up in Mel's home. Realizes he'd fallen in love. Firmly believes everything that has happened since is his fault entirely. Blaming himself for memory loss? Kudret's ears drooped in thought of this. How does anyone carry that kind of loss throughout so many years? He remembered learning about Professor Isolde's situation through his leader; he remembered thinking that a lesser-willed person would have gone mad long before Isolde ever showed signs of it. His ears perked at Rikazu's voice speaking and began paying attention again. Rikazu told Mel he's in love with her, Seth was listening. Seth attacked both, claiming they had betrayed him. Mel summoned Bahamut (dragon that flew off yesterday) and kicked him out of the village. Mel and Rikazu made a pact, got married, had Mizuki. Years passed in peace. Kudret paused there, wondering if he should jot down the Avanquilist stuff. He decided that interrupting now, before the darker part of the story, would be a bit more appropriate than asking after everything else. "Rikazu? Should I write things down about the Avanquilist or should I leave it off the notes?" He had little doubt Aislin had some inkling of what they could do, and Kuja definitely knew, but he wasn't so sure everyone else needed to know everything Mel, or rather Mizuki, could truly do.

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Kahlua just looked at her for a minute in pure dread. He absolutely did not want to go deeper into the pit, thank you very much! ...Still, they had accepted him so easily, let him come along into other worlds to help in whatever way he could. Not to mention, he had told that girl, however silent it had been, that he'd keep watch over the angel for her. He couldn't let them down, Rowan was definitely close to the edge, so close to where he had been before Zerik found him... Kahlua shook his head out of his thoughts, and then swiftly wrapped his tail around his waist, keeping a grip on it to maintain a half-stoic expression as his nerves screamed at him to run run run and walked closer until he was directly next to the woman. "What did the text say?" he forced out after spotting the slabs laying nearby. That was a safer way to ask what's wrong than actually saying 'what is wrong'.