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If you'll have me, yes.

Great! New group, or are we just going to refresh the group here?

Sure, I guess

I am

Gah~ have we lost people?

As far as a resurrection goes, everyone as very much looking forward to the ball, which will be hard to do if there are so few people participating. Maybe we could look over the characters that are most vital and distribute them to those who are still active?
That way, we'll have people who will be on and push the whole thing forward.

We could also get more into the realms of the side groups-the hunters, thieves, etc.

approved

I'm here as well.

phantom; nah, I'm focusing a bit more on getting into the swing of school.

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Wasn't it a good idea for me to make this thread? ^-^

((Maybe))
Atlas had to laugh at an seemingly innocent question such as that. While he did enjoy the constant teasing he was able to do to his brothers, he didn't quite enjoy the public examination of him. "Oh, I manage just fine," he replied, rather coldly, with a smile, "Nothing a girl like me can't handle, anyways."

Oh? Atlas noticed the way his father stumbled, which was interesting in itself. Hiding a smirk graciously, he looked over at Alex. Boy always had a few troubles with hiding his fangs. Standing to his feet, he crossed the small stage to his brother and produced a handkerchief. "Here; hide them with this," he offered, "Feign sickness."

I'll take care of it.

Not just yet

It's happened to me once before.
For now, ask her not to speak to you in such a way, mention blocking her and removing her from the group, and see how that plays out.

I haven't gotten any messages from her, so maybe she's only sending messages to those who've reprimanded her for posting here?

Atlas sighed at the numerous layers of his dress, anticipating the moment when he would them off and frolic about without the pressure of them on him. His hair had been piled into a mixture of braids and curls atop his head, which would surely come undone by the end of the night. And they'd been a real hassle to sit still for, too. The infuriating material of his silver and crimson dress was also quite blinding when he stood at an angle, the light reflecting off of it. He suspected that the splotches of red that crept up on his chest weren't just from the heat of having so much on, what with the way the corset was currently crushing his ribs. Why did women wear these again? He wondered how his mother could stand to wear such things as tightly as this.

Sparing a glance at his brothers, Atlas kept up the ruse of a not so pissed version of himself, giving those attending the ball a polite smile and a jovial look. When the night was over, he'd be able to dress in similar fashion to them, and not continue the escapade of dressing as female. He'd always have more picking of Shackled to feed from, and the prospect of feeding was always something that keep him optimistic.

There is no such thing as "studying abroad" for girls in that age. They were educated privately, and sometimes not at all.

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