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𝘐'𝘔 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘑𝘜𝘚𝘛 𝘈𝘕𝘠 𝘉𝘌𝘠𝘖𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙 .
𝗜'𝗠 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝗕𝗘𝗬𝗢𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥 .ᐟ

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𝔼⩔𝕒ⅆ𝕟ⅇ ꗟ𝕖ǁ𝕖ℼ𝕖 𝕍ⅇ𝕤ꘝ𝕖ℾ: 𝕋ꖲ𝕖 𝔼⩔𝕖ℼ𝕚ℼ𝕘 𝕊╬𝕒ℾ ☉𝕗 𝕆ẕ.

𝔾ℾ𝕖ⅇ𝕟 𝕚𝕤 ╬𝕙ⅇ ℼ𝕖ꖿ 𓉙𝕠ǁ𝕕. 𓉙𝕖╬ ⋓𝕤ⅇ𝕕 𝕥☉ ⅈ𝕥.

⍑𝕙ⅇ ꘝ𝕣☉𝕡ꖲ𝕖⋐𝕪 𝕗☉𝕣𓉛𝕠╬ ╬𝕠 𝕞ⅇ𝕟╬𝕚☉𝕟 𝕥ꖲ𝕖 𝕡⋒𝕣╬ ꖿ𝕙ⅇ𝕣ⅇ ⟦ ǁ𝕠☉𝕜 𝕥ꖲ𝕚𝕤 𓉛𝕠☉𝕕 𝕓ⅇ𝕚ℼ𝕘 𝕓⋒𝕕.

⊥SƎM ƎH⊥ ℲO HϽ⊥IM ᗡƎʞϽIM ƎH⊥

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RP profile

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦

Name: Hwei Lukai
Age: 33
Occupation: Artist
Specialty: Ink Magic

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦

Hooks

♱ Short & long term RP
♱ Comfort, Flirting, Casual
♱ Attacks, Drama, psychological

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦

c - bichhoan1997

— anyway." She says gently but playfully and she can only hope that is evident on her features.

— has made if possible. Upgrades should suffice though I'm sure if it came down to it, a completely new body wouldn't be too hard to do. However," she began, taking his hand into hers.

"If we're going to do this together, please, call me Orianna. We are much too familiar for me to be called Miss —

Though he could no longer feel emotion, the attempt worked, she recognized what he was trying to offer and it eased her worries and fears. She was calming down and able to think clearer.

Ori tilted her head back upon the tap to offer a smile up at him. "I would like to keep what work my father —

— glances at him with a smile and a few wiggles of her fingers in a wave. She twirls smoothly and then disappeared out of sight.

Laughter rings out and it only takes a few seconds before she reappears walking normally.

"That was fun! You're a natural."

— like. This way and that as if she's searching for something. At first, her arms come in folded close to her chest, a sign of vulnerability, slowly coming back out only to go straight for her head to 'grip' as if she was in pain.

All the while she's backing away and at the final step she —

— fade, her fingers subtly move, instructing him to take some steps back while she makes her final, impromptu flourish.

Her arms are thrown out wide and her body at first is rigid as she moves backwards then she starts to sway back and forth mimicking what she thought inner conflict would look —

— to ghost around his arm or his face. She's careful to keep a safe enough distance and make sure he can see exactly where her hand is; she didn't want to somehow trigger anything.

She has to wonder if it felt natural to him and that's a question she'll ask later. For now as the music begins to —

— Inside she was practically jumping for joy. It's been too long since she's danced especially with someone else. The brooms can only do so much and her poor father can't move like he used to.

Silco would find out that the more he moved the easier it became. Fingers will brush past him only —

— time to dedicate to her form, once awakening and getting her bearings she poured her heart and soul into it.

It is a passion she wants to share with everyone she can.

Orianna is very much into the role as she moves, ebbs and flows with the music all while keeping a neutral expression. —

The beauty and power of dance no matter the kind. Freestyle, ballet, ballroom, it's all an art that can take years to perfect. It's all thanks to her father and that first music box she received. The spinning ballerina that played a soft tune had her hooked.

Unlike before where she barely had —

— on her.

“We really can make a difference together..” she began quietly then she reached out to him with smaller fingers wrapping around his own. The thought of making life better for everyone including her father..

“I want this whatever it entails— whatever the sacrifice.”

— father swallowed by grief with love etched in every crevice and every solder that held her limbs together. A mural of desperation laced with a fleeting hope.

She wondered how his augmentations would change her; she’s gripped by curiosity seeing as the process of augmentations are not lost —

— than she ever thought possible. At some point her eyes had closed to further take in images. She tried her best to burn them in when they opened again she felt calmer somehow.

Her gaze travels to herself. “Would it.. get rid of father’s work or just enhance it?”

The intricate workings of a —

There was some hesitancy however she allowed the reconnection and that smile though small returned. Her eyes glistened and parts of her mourned for a life lost, chances erased and memories halted.

In its place was seeming immortality— a once in a lifetime chance to make a difference bigger —

— but she’s taking her place back where she previously was. “Get some rest, okay? I’ll be here when you wake up.” As an afterthought she picked up the music box and wound it all the way up to allow the melody to fill the silence around them.

— she’s usually sneaking away from the comfort of her home to wander the alleyways and the darker parts of her new home.

The blueprint is placed aside neatly, carefully, while she stands to grab one of her blankets she brought with her from her bag. It’s opened and placed over her sleepy friend —

“Of course,” she murmured and reached out to pat the top of Jinx’s shoulder. “First thing though.” Her tone was light and playful yet held a serious undertone.

The problem with being unconscious for a long period of time is the urge to stay up past a reasonable hour. It’s around this time that —

— boot. The way her fingers beckoned him towards her was barely noticeable but to a trained eye it would be caught.

— that all too familiar stance that she nearly perfected, the pain and sores no longer an issue in her current state. As quick as her hand met his however it left and she practically fluttered away with arms held out at length.

It was a movement as easy for her as breathing and smooth to —

She blinks a few times before a smile of her own crossed her lips. She responds in a curtesy with a little bow of her head and places her hand within his.

“Why, I’d love to.” It didn’t matter at the end of the day. All that mattered was the fun that was about to be had.

She took —

— head pops in with a voice soft and questioning. “Mr. Silco?” Her eyes fall to the present she’s left and a smile crosses her face.

“Do you like it? I know you don’t have much but.. when you get things settled again you’ll have that to tie everything in, make a complete set.”

There’s little feet prints along the inside as they travel around the face of the clock. At every hour it plays the Swans Theme from Swan Lake. There’s a tiny little button on the side of the watch that will deactivate it should he not want to listen to it.

Knuckles gently knock on wood and a —

they took the credit for your second symphony
rewritten by machine on new technology
and now i understand the problems you could see

— that she can use and are practical while also holding significant meaning.

“Do you want anything else added to it?”

— hand holding a cheek she watches the modifications come to light. She’s watched Jinx closely being around her, gotten some insight into that chaotic little mind of hers. Plus she’s also listened to stories and that’s helped too.

So it only felt natural to Ori to help make and gift creations —