@Fraust
Robin wiped the tears from his eyes, trying to get the image of his dead body out of his mind. He tried to touch the water, but his hand went right through it. He started crying again, at a disconnect with his own world and being.
Robin wiped the tears from his eyes, trying to get the image of his dead body out of his mind. He tried to touch the water, but his hand went right through it. He started crying again, at a disconnect with his own world and being.
Estella blinked, heart squeezing painfully. "If I'm dead, then why am I here and not the desert?"
'Interesting question.' Lance thought, "There are only two things I can thing of why, One: Your body somehow flew over here, Two: You are needed here for a special mission. But I think number one can't happen, and is most likely impossible!"
( gtg)
Aita smiled, "I know. I just like making them die again."
( gtg)
(Nooooo)
Estella took deep breaths. "What mission?"
"I don't know…. I wasn't the once who sent you here! It was God! So-" he backed away, "Don't ask me about any mission things."
Aita ran his fingers through his white hair and skipped away, laughing and imagining snapping someone's neck.
"I don't know…. I wasn't the once who sent you here! It was God! So-" he backed away, "Don't ask me about any mission things."
“Then where did i go now?!” She froze. “What year is it?”
Robin watched Lance and the girl quietly, tears falling down his cheeks. She seemed upset, angry perhaps, but he couldn't quite hear what they were saying.
“2018? I don’t really keep track of time… sorry”
//do I just
What’s going on
//do I just
What’s going on
(Idk Robin's feelin pretty lonely so feel free to join me :D)
Yomo followed Aita, leading him back to headquarters.
“2018? I don’t really keep track of time… sorry”
“What?!?! Not possible!” Her voice shook. “It was 1963 a few minutes ago, no, that can’t be.”
Yomo dropped Aita off at his cubicle and went to his own office, reading over the mission agenda.
“Well your a ghost… you’re out of time and body… it’s scary at first, but is gets super awesome when you learn how to travel though time!”
“What happened to the circus?! The bombing— did they die? Where’s my brother?!” She shook the angel.
Aita twirled his green lollipop in his hand and read over the report.
Estella: Class 10, Dangerous.
17
Gabriel Robin Jones: Class 7, Mild.
11
Aita smiled and threw the papers off of his desk. Easy.
Oh crap)
Robin decided to work up his courage and go over to Lance and the girl, wiping his tears away as he walked. "Er, is everything okay?"
(How do you already know I'm dead whAt lol. Dang right he's mild he's spent 90% of this rp crying mild even seems too much for him. I'd say intensely passive. And weeaaaaaak lmao)
Estella whirled around. Who were these people?! “Who— who are you?”
(The organization knows things….)
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