forum Kingdoms of Shōrai (Open)
Started by @RiverTheSeawing
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@RiverTheSeawing

(Ink!sans is just a human character who is… here.)

(Technically, he's not even just that, he's an undertale au character who's kinda just here. It's wonderfully chaotic and I love it.)

@RiverTheSeawing

Next week was the annual kingdom meeting, a time that was often dreaded by the kin of kings and queens. This year, they had a very dire problem to discuss, which loomed over many-a-head.

Coral sat on her bed, contemplating whether or not to attend the upcoming kingdom meetings. "Why do I have to be old enough this year," she asked herself, "of any?!" She fell off as she heard a knock on her door. "Have you decided whether or not to come?" She immediately recognized the voice of her father, the king. "I might as well," she sighed, "I suppose it'll be nice."

@michael_rainer_eats_uranium group

(i dont want to case any trouble)

(I wouldn’t mind the near-complete disregard for the prompt if maybe your spelling and grammar were correct- like, everyone else made intricate characters to fit River’s design of the RP and then we’ve got a character whose entire personality is “TranceGender/Bisexual/Asexual/art/draws/have vailes=paint)/Broomy/i like skittels”
I’ll refrain from picking apart every error, but please, please at least use spell check)

@megandawnkorain

Necrolai sat in her study, reading a book. Technically it wasn't her study, but no one else used it so it may as well be. She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear as she read. Necrolai wasn't an avid reader, but it was times like this that she desired to escape the royal world for a few moments. A meeting would commence in a weeks time, one that she didn't necessarily dread, but nonetheless didn't look forward to. Her tutor insisted she go, and how she despised the old prick and would love to stay in the kingdom just to annoy him. If only she wasn't intrigued so much. See, no one seemed to know what the meeting was about, only that it was of dire importance. The King himself knew, of course, but had neglected to tell her. So, she was curious. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but Necrolai knew cats had nine lives. She couldn't help but wonder how many she would need to spend until she was satisfied.

@michael_rainer_eats_uranium group

Arkturus sat at his desk, his room smelling strongly of incense in an attempt to calm his nerves. He never looked forward to these meetings, but he knew they were necessary for the peace of the kingdoms; this year especially. The soft hissing of teal smoke escaping the lenses of his mask nearly covered the sound of his pen scratching against the yellowed paper he was writing on. He finished the letter, sealing it and sliding it into a drawer. His advisor had recommended that whenever he became stressed or overwhelmed, he should write about it. So he did.
He got up, deciding to check on Necrolai. He began to make his way to the old study that she had claimed as her own. He didn’t mind this; he wasn’t going to use the place anyway.
Arkturus knocked on the door, before opening it slowly.
“You almost ready, kid?”