JasynSteelhoof
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It had been three years since the portal came and brought to us new races of people. Not many came through, but for the few thousand that did, they would come to call Earth their new home. Now, in the year 2030, those who crossed over have assimilated into our populace and act as functioning members of society, at least to the best of their ability. There are still plenty of steps needed before the integration can be considered complete, but with each passing day, the full acknowledgement, assistance, and care needed by these people will be implemented. And with some forces out to undermine that process, it may be left to the people to fulfill.
Within New York Metropolis exists one of the highest concentrations of these realm-traveling races. They walk amongst Humans, maintain jobs, pay their taxes, and even get to have fun. And on this warm Saturday morning, that is just what Aerith was going to do. The curvy Elf with pale blue skin found her way into a cafe, an orange messenger bag at her side. She hoped to find some caffeinated comfort and a proper atmosphere to do a little writing. The wait for coffee wasn't too long, the barista even making a remark about her grey shirt and its faded, interlocking black hexagon design just under the V cut. After receiving her coffee and paying, she moved to a cushioned seat at a nearby booth, putting her bag down on the light wood table and adjusting her denim skirt before taking a seat. The silver bands on her forearm clinked with each motion.
Out from her bag came her laptop, which she opened and was facing, again, a blank text document. Her eyes fluttered, the pine green pigment set against a black backdrop. Her hand gracefully picked up the plastic coffee cup and brought the rim to her generous lips, taking a sip, and then putting it down. She was ready to go!
((By the way, this thread is closed. I hit enter before I could type it in. The one who is supposed to be writing with me has the link in their PM box))
Within New York Metropolis exists one of the highest concentrations of these realm-traveling races. They walk amongst Humans, maintain jobs, pay their taxes, and even get to have fun. And on this warm Saturday morning, that is just what Aerith was going to do. The curvy Elf with pale blue skin found her way into a cafe, an orange messenger bag at her side. She hoped to find some caffeinated comfort and a proper atmosphere to do a little writing. The wait for coffee wasn't too long, the barista even making a remark about her grey shirt and its faded, interlocking black hexagon design just under the V cut. After receiving her coffee and paying, she moved to a cushioned seat at a nearby booth, putting her bag down on the light wood table and adjusting her denim skirt before taking a seat. The silver bands on her forearm clinked with each motion.
Out from her bag came her laptop, which she opened and was facing, again, a blank text document. Her eyes fluttered, the pine green pigment set against a black backdrop. Her hand gracefully picked up the plastic coffee cup and brought the rim to her generous lips, taking a sip, and then putting it down. She was ready to go!
((By the way, this thread is closed. I hit enter before I could type it in. The one who is supposed to be writing with me has the link in their PM box))
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