Temple of Ranma's Sailor Senshi Seifuku

The room Rosy entered was empty. She placed her saddlebag in the corner, and sat on the bare floor, her large cloak bunching around her. She was aware of the circlet in the closet, but she took a moment to calm her nerves, which were being plucked like a harp. She closed her eyes and leaned her head...

Rosy blinked, and cleared her throat.
"I suppose I'll be going to my room now, " she murmured, smiling slightly at the sudden disappearance.

"I will take Room 12, if that's okay," Rosy said cautiously. 12 had always been a lucky number for her. It had been December, the twelfth month of the year when she left Vanhoover. She thought for a moment, rather grimly, and then returned to the present. With a slight glance at her new n...

"When Princess Twilight went into the other dimension, she brought back tales of her adventures. Supposedly, she created a band of sorts called the Rainbooms. I have to admit that I was skeptical. I didn't think it realistic." she said, looking at the record carefully. "I can't belie...

"You did mention it. I suppose I'm just a little confused on how you found so many of these, since you didn't make them. It's remarkable. I would be shocked to have discovered just one." Her magic resumed sifting through the records with extreme care. "I haven't listened to some of t...

"So we each have one in our rooms?" Rosy asked.

"That's... amazing," Rosy said, in disbelief. "Did you create it?"

Rosy's horn glowed, and a magic beam the color of her eyes flowed to the records.
"They're wonderful," she said. Her gaze slid over to the circlet and the canister.
"What do those do?" she asked curiously.

A true, genuine smile crossed Rosy's lips. It transformed her face as she looked at the filly. She didn't look so weary, and she spoke gently.
"Hello sweet-pea," she said. "That's a lovely spider you have there."

A ghost of a smile appeared on her face as she pushed her cloak hood back. She had dark chestnut locks that tumbled out, and a light dusting of freckles across her nose. Her eyes were as blue as a jaybird's nape; perhaps, at some point, she might have been described as 'cute', but her somber look an...

She hesitated, biting her lip nervously.
"My name is Rosalind Donner," she said eventually. "Is this the Glass House?"

Her dark mane brushed against her cheek as she ducked under a branch. "It must be here somewhere," she whispered to herself, ignoring the desperate tinge in her voice, "It has to be." Her eyes, impossibly light, scanned the woods beneath the thin hem of her cloak's hood. She didn...

It's really up to you, since the rest of us are free at anytime.

I may add a character later on, but for now I think I will just stick with Rosy.

Hello, everyone. Sorry I'm late. Been traveling. I missed this RP.