Channelknight Fadran

"I guess I'll go with this one." Ellis picked one out.

Hail, @Vapor!!

No and no

@EmiTheNinja @revelryintheart

That. Was. Beautiful.

You tagged me. What was I supposed to expect? And I have no idea where we are.

"Buying a tent."

Kindest Sharder: @Spren of Kindness Nicest Sharder: @EmiTheNinja Coolest Sharder: @Aon-CHRISTMAS-Ene

That's her new username? I was trying to tag her as Best Mod.

I nominate @Aspiring Writer as Most Relentless Sharder.

No offense? Why would I take offense? I was just trying to convince you that I wasn't the best RPer!

No. You're in more RPs than me. That makes you more eligible.

Can we do this with, like, Oscar awards? If so, then I nominate @Condensation for Best Roleplayer.

I just did.

I un-nominate myself.

No. No. NO. NO.

"I'm not trying to say I understand; I don't. I'm not trying to tell you to pretend like it never happened, to put on a smile and move on: believe me, kid, I've tried. I'm still trying. "What I'm saying is that you're not alone, and... I need you, Chorale. Kid, I lost the one thing that mattered to me. I thought I was going to have to live my life without a family for... well, forever. I thought I had screwed up my one chance at caring about someone." He looked her in the eye. "But then I met you--unworthy though I am--as a second chance at that."

"She was never the same. She was... afraid. All the time. I never knew how to help her. She would run away... apparently she had done that a lot when she lived at the orphanage. Everyone had. They'd run away, hoping to get out, but they were always found. Always punished." He hesitated. "I never punished her for running. That might've been why she kept doing it. She probably spent all her waking hours thinking of her next big escape.. probably didn't know a life without it. The fact that there wasn't any retribution just let her keep going." Aerith wrung his hands. "Once, I didn't find her in time. A wild amal had gotten to her. I didn't have any money for a funeral, so... I never saw her again."

"So I gave her to an orphanage, which was probably the most intelligent thing I could've done at the time. But the person in charge was corrupt and abusive and... by the time I turned eighteen--old enough to take care of her--she already had scars; inside and out."

"I lost my parents when I was sixteen. I had to take care of my little sister, but... I was a kid, kid. I didn't know what to do."

"Listen, kid... did I ever tell you about my family?"

Aerith leaned down. "Chorale? Can you hear me?"