'Braig? Interesting name.' Dilan thought to himself as he leaned on the door frame.
"Pleasure to meet you also." Dilan said with a small smile. That's wehn he heard Ansem call for help.
"C'mon, better go see what's wrong." Dilan said as he quickly disappeared from the doorway, rushing down the hallways until he found them. His eyes instantly fell on the small boy Ansem had with him.
"Whoa, where'd you find him?" Dilan asked as he approached the elder man.
Ooc// I am so sorry for my lack of activity. My internet kept buggering up so I couldn't come on. I'll warn you all now that if I disappear it's because my internet has stopped working for me >__<
And there is yet another storm x_x; Great, more flooding for England and more internet problems in the very near future.
Bic//
Dilan had kept quiet as a boy asked for his name while taking a map as well. Following Braig, he noticed his room just as Braig pointed it out.
"My name's Dilan, what's yours?" Dilan asked as he stood in the doorway of Braig's room, knowing his room would most likely be just like Braig's.
Dilan grumbled as he arrived at the laboratory, partially soaked after getting caught in the rain. Having read the sign, he had made his way to the bottom floor while trying to wrung the water out of his hair. Entering the hallway, he noted that a few others had arrived before him and just caught the man before them say to treat this place as their new home.
"I presume you're Master Ansem? May I ask is there somewhere where I can dry off? 'Fraid I got caught out in the rain." Dilan asked just as he heard faint thunder coming from above outside. The storm had had finally started.
Ooc// May I just say, I don't want to sound bothersome or whatever, but perhaps a few of us (I won't name anyone) could use punctuation like commas and full stops.
Thank you.
Radient Garden, a beautiful place. Especially when the sun was shining, with cloudless skies.
Today, wasn't one of those days as the black-haired new apprentice known as Dilan made his way through the streets towards Master Ansem's laboratory. The wind was blowing hard, bringing with it dark clouds heavy with rain. Voilet eyes looked up towards the heavans, knowing only from looking at the rain heavy clouds that a storm was looming. Dilan sighed as his black dreadlocks were blown across his face, his feet continuing to carry him towards the shelter of the laboratory. To be invited to become an apprentice wasn't what Dilan had expected at all, but wasn't going to let such an opportunity slip through his fingers.
He wasn't in a rush, though he wasn't exactly fond of storms he was enjoying the feel of the wind blowing through his dreadlocks.
Ooc// -side steps one of Xaldin's Ginsus (that's what his lances are called)- x_x How else was I supposed to describe your hair you crazy dreadlocked brit!
O_O; What!? Dude, out of all the O13 I fall in love with the british ones! That is so awesome how they're british and they're both my favs out of the O13! -glomps both Luxord and Xaldin- You know, I've always tried to figure out what Xaldin's accent was, but it never occured to me it sounded british xD
I'D HUG XALDIN! Actually, I'd glomp him instead! -charges and glomps Xaldin- :D
I LOVE everything about the Organization XIII! How can anyone have anything favourite about one thing in the Organization? It's impossible! You can't not love several things about the O13.
