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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jan 23, 2017 23:26:28 GMT -5
( hey guys!! where are we atm? )
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 23, 2017 23:32:29 GMT -5
(hey falcon! kobra and ciel are talking on their way to the marketplace, poison's probably in bed rn, and ghoul, arlo, and shinichi are talking in the marketplace. i think all of them should go to bed soon, lmao, just need a responses from the others)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 23, 2017 23:58:23 GMT -5
(I'll wrap up with Shinichi right now then. Kid's in bed already.)
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 24, 2017 0:03:49 GMT -5
(i'll send ghoul off rn, and wait for broken to come back to finish with kobra)
Franklin listened intently, before he was cut off from his thinking by a tap on his back. Whirling around, he lay eyes on his fletcher holding a sack of the things he needed. "Excuse me if I interrupted, but sir, we're going to need you back at the castle. You don't want to be out late." His fletcher said, Franklin sighing and nodding. Waving a quick goodbye to the others, he soon made his way back to the castle with the fletcher, before throwing himself into bed and quickly falling asleep.
(eh awkward but)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 24, 2017 0:10:36 GMT -5
Shinichi sighed. He hadn't really added anything to this conversation for a while. What could he say? It was getting late, odd things were clearly happening, and really there was nothing he could do about it today. He turned to Arlo, "I'll have to be leaving now, but I will be coming back here tomorrow. You can count on it." His eyes flashed. Kudo crossed his arms and said his goodbyes to Arlo. He looked up at the sky to see that he had been chatting for far to long and the shop he had needed to go to would be closed by now. He sighed and turned around to head home.
He wouldn't find out until later how these people would haunt his dreams.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jan 24, 2017 0:14:53 GMT -5
( oh okay! I think I'm going to send my characters to bed as well. Probably going to have to timewarp Daniel a bit since he's been stuck with Riliane this whole time and Dusk isn't on lol )
Pidge shut the door to the house and leaned up against it, breathing sigh of relief. She was free of her disguise once again for the night. "Mother, I'm home!" She called, stepping through the narrow hallway and slipping down next to her cot. Slipping the messenger bag under a loose floorboard, the teen then traded her battered street clothes for a night gown in not much better condition. Settling into bed, she pulled up the quilt and blew out the candle.
Smokey cantered back down the road he had taken to the town, holding a lantern aloft. The night was silent aside from his own hooves, clouds rolling over to cover the moon. It would be full by next night, should the cloud cover disappear by the morrow. The forest was almost in view.
Daniel nodded goodnight to one of the maids as he stepped down the hallways to his bedchamber. Exhaling, the knight carefully latched the bolt on the door and lit the candle on a small table before staring almost blankly at his bed. They would come again tonight, the nightmares, they always did. But maybe among the terrors, he would see her again. That was the only thing that kept him sleeping anymore. Hanging his sword on it's stand, Daniel spared a moment to look out the window. Quiet tonight. Almost peaceful.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 24, 2017 0:47:56 GMT -5
(So...what now. Hang around until more people come on?)
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jan 24, 2017 1:07:26 GMT -5
( tbh idek where everyone is. At this point I think we can skip forward to the next morning and have everyone be waking up.
Basically they'll need to have dreamed about a specific clearing in the woods under a full moon, among whatever other nightmare's you'd like to torture them with xD Also, if you want to have them start noticing small appearance changes, like eye color or something. They wont start changing back in major ways and regaining they're powers until after the meeting, but it'll be fun to have a few small things )
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 24, 2017 1:17:24 GMT -5
(Okay. Let me just type a few tortures for them, because character development and all. )
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jan 24, 2017 1:19:03 GMT -5
(( I'm kind of here again but I might be slow not that that's unusual))
After saying goodbye to Shinichi, Arlo headed back home. It wasn't until she stepped into her room and saw the unfinished painting on her table that she remembered she'd forgotten to pick up the paint to finish it. She picked up her sketchbook and sat down on her bed, flipping through the pages for any clue as to what had been happening... So many people she didn't quite recognize... Was it possible that they had been from her dreams? No matter how hard she'd tried to remember them, their faces always faded from her memory before she could draw them. One of the people in her sketchbook looked oddly similar to the guard she'd noticed by the dress shop, but of course it couldn't have been him. She hadn't really been able to see him very well so she was probably just imagining that he looked like her drawing... It was all so confusing... Arlo started to add a bit more to the last drawing, but soon fell asleep on her book. Hopefully the charcoal wouldn't smudge too much.
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 24, 2017 1:22:54 GMT -5
( broken gonna skip hopefully that's ok ^^)
(gonna post some torture to my charries, it'll be up soon)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 24, 2017 1:47:05 GMT -5
Katio's dreams were fitful. Sweat beaded on his head. Inside his head were images of doors. A well warm one, a door covered in images of stars and a moon. A door flew open and suddenly he was inside what appeared to be a warped memory.
A boy cried in Katio's arm, his head buried in Katio's chest. The Viscount did his best to comfort him. It was like Katio was watching from the outside. And the title, Viscount, didn't fit anymore. It was like he'd opened a door to a room and now he had to go in. The House. Matt. Ciel. Ammy. Names and places he hadn't remembered and faces of people that were only half real. Katio, no, Kid, felt like his head was going to burst. The walls of the plain room bulged and small orbs of light drifted out of them. The room grew dark and suddenly the boy was standing in front of Kid, holding out an orb. And then the room turned upside-down and suddenly the darkness dripped out of the place. Katio was standing on the ceiling and his chest hurt. It wasn't a physical pain. Words, a single sentence, played over and over in his head. I'm going to die. I'm going to die. I'm going to die. A boy with an eyepatch and a wolf with red marking. A girl with pail blond hair and a girl with blind eyes. A boy with dyed hair...So many. All here and yet not here. Kid felt hot. Like he was burning. His throat wouldn't work, like he was drowning. Suddenly a single ray of light burst through his dreams and his skin became cool again. He was in a clearing, moonlight awash. The moon was a clear, whole orb in the sky and Kid felt safe here. He felt like he had friends here. Then, suddenly, the ground opened up and he was falling. Viscount Katio woke up with a scream as a servant shook his arm. The sky wasn't even light yet, just as he knew. Mask was supposed to walk the town tonight. But, thought Katio. I'm not Mask. I'm Kaitou 1412.
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Shinichi's dreams were more peaceful, but this was only because he knew so little of the House yet. Instead, he dreamed of the world blowing up and of odd creatures appearing and disappearing. Names faded in and out and a boy in a white cloak stood over him. He would not wake before dawn, but when he did all the names would have played in his head at least 13 times. And the clearing of moonlight would be his only answers.
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Lesbian
dawn
"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Jan 24, 2017 1:55:44 GMT -5
( Numquam sorry i forgot to reply to your last post ;; do you want to just skip them ahead to their dreams/the morning?)
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 24, 2017 1:57:35 GMT -5
He was getting chased again.
Their faces were twisted and crazed, their eyes glinting with absolute rage as they gave chase to him.
Mihael was on the rolling hills of yellow again, but this time, on a strange machine that could go faster than any horse ever could. And that was good, because right on their tail were absolute monsters.
"Put your foot down!!" Mihael heard someone call from behind him, and he whirled his head around to see the somewhat familiar face of the castle atillator yelling at a violently red-haired someone sitting in the front of the strange contraption.
"I'm trying my best Ghoulie!!" Mihael gasped, recognizing that voice immediately. And sure it was, as the someone whipped their head around to look back at the monsters, it was Geraridi. But another name was on the tip of Mihael's tongue, a much more used and worn name than Geraridi. Two, actually, both of which he just could not place his finger on.
Mihael's breathing picked up, even in the waking world, as his heart began to race. No, this was impossible. Ghoul. Ghoul. Why does he know that name? That isn't even a name! But to Mihael it was. He slowly began to panic, trying to squeeze his eyes shut and wake himself up, but found out the horrifying fact that well, he couldn't. No matter how much he tried to wake himself up out of this nightmare, he could not. But he seemed to calm down for a short while as a pair of arms wrapped around him from behind, a calm voice whispering in his ear. "It's going to be alright, Kobra bud. It's going to be okay. Listen to my voice and calm down-" Kobra. That name only fueled his panic, as his mind began to reel with what the ever loving hell was going on and Mihael's breathing was getting to the point of hyperventilation and-
Suddenly, the scenery changed, a scream fading off into the night as Mihael was dumped into a forested area. Mihael, despite never really being in this forest much before, knew exactly where this was and exactly how to get there. It was a small clearing, and although it seemed empty he knew that there were other presences in that clearing right then and there.
It was then that his mind began to reel with a sudden intake of information, calls and yells echoing through his mind and countless memories being relived in their truest, darkest forms. Mihael's head felt like it was on fire as he painfully relived the moments where the BLI dropped their first bomb, when the Helium Wars began, his brother dragging his limp form out out of the scorched rubble of their house, when he cried for his friends, when he worried day to day whether they were going to kill or get killed. Kobra was his name. Kobra Kid. Not Mihael, it was always Kobra.
This was all so much for the simple servant, as he began to face an existential crisis, one simple question echoing through his mind as he threw back his head and let out a blood-curdling scream.
Who am I?
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 24, 2017 1:59:07 GMT -5
(i put wayyy too much effort into that so i'm not going to do it for the other killjoys, so imagine it would be mostly the same)
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 24, 2017 14:43:12 GMT -5
Hello, anyone here? )
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 24, 2017 14:48:12 GMT -5
(Here. )
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 24, 2017 14:52:51 GMT -5
(sorta here sorta not (At skool rip)
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Post by broken on Jan 24, 2017 15:05:20 GMT -5
(Okay so i lied. The teachers aren't giving out any homework this week for some reason. Hey, I'm not complaining )
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 24, 2017 15:09:11 GMT -5
*asks if anyone is here* *promptly *poofs* Go me. cx, so what's happening in the RP right now? I think I missed some important things. ))
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 24, 2017 15:13:44 GMT -5
*asks if anyone is here* *promptly *poofs* Go me. cx, so what's happening in the RP right now? I think I missed some important things. )) (Well, a lot of us have our characters in bed and asleep. Ready for the next day when they all meet up. That's what happened when you were gone.)
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 24, 2017 15:57:52 GMT -5
(Got it. I'll go ahead and post Sherlock in bed, then. )
It was late, very late when Sherlock finally stepped into his cramped cabin and hung up his lamp, shedding light on the disorganized interior. He dropped the patched leather bag he was holding, which contained a rabbit's head shoved haphazardly beside half a loaf of burned bread, and flopped down hard on his straw mattress. He bounced up again as soon as he sat down, hurrying over and scribbling a note on a piece of old parchment. "Buffy - huntress...Deemo - bard..." He muttered as he wrote down the names and occupations of the two new people he had met that day. Nodding to himself in satisfaction, he once again stood up and dropped himself onto his bed, finally falling asleep after several tosses and turns.
He was standing inside someone's house, listening to them play a beautiful instrument that he couldn't quite place. The rhythm of it rose and fell seemingly to the beat of his own heart, and he felt like he was surrounded by familiar people, only whenever he turned the seats were empty, as if they were only ghosts. The room smelled like the morning sun beating against the dust in the air, with almost an afterthought of herbal tea, and suddenly the detective felt the overwhelming urge to sneeze. He wasn't supposed to, he knew it would interrupt the beautiful music, but he couldn't help it. He turned away at the last second, focusing all his concentration on suppressing the sneeze. The dream changed. He blinked up at the tall, familiar trees surrounding him. He was in the middle of a clearing, and even though he couldn't remember having walked there he was positive he could find this place again, no matter where else he went in the whole world. He half-turned, looking for the other people he was sure we're standing beside him...but he was alone. Then he let out a little cry, stumbling backwards and clapping his hands to his head. Memories came flashing at him from the darkness, memories that had no place in his life, in his world. He fell, powerless against the flashes of strange hallways and dark doors, of piles of gold and a living room filled with empty books.
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Post by tinybreeze on Jan 24, 2017 16:43:57 GMT -5
(Time for some fun~)
The wolf had no idea where she was. Walls of wood surrounded her, and scents of human and beast alike taunted her, as if expecting her to know them. Panic drove her to run away- anywhere but here! The moment her paws touched the hallway, the world shifted. Fire engulfed the wooden floors, and a little girl with crystal-lined wings soared above the chaos. An older human-but-not-human gathered strange energy around herself, as if possesed by it. Ammy coughed from the smoke and wished for rain. Rain that would smother the fire. Oh, the rain came, but its downpour soaked everything and ran down her throat. She was choking- choking on darkness as a red-streaked black orb squeezed the life out of her body and then-
Something shone in the darkness, calling out to her. Before her eyes, a clearing appeared, inviting her to come.
It was her duty. As Shiranui, protector of Kamiki Villiage.
As Amaterasu, goddess of the sun.
With a jolt, the white wolf sat up under the tree, in the world that was suddenly not so familiar after all.
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Meanwhile, deep in a cave, a basilisk growled in his sleep. His claws sunk into his rocky bed as a pained howl echoed in his mind, and his tail lashed at each faint phantom that whispered in his ears. Ammy. Combefurret- er, Combeferre. Kyoko. They all seemed desperate, but why? Why were they leading him to this place? Blade's eyes snapped open, and as he felt the lack of tusks in his mouth, he knew.
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A crow was waiting for Deemo in his dream.
The young man ran from the massive bird, its odd song shaking the ground. He knew this song, but why? Deemo sidestepped a few oddly-colored mouse toys, which were shredded by the crow's talons. He threw open a door and ran inside, but tripped, and the crow came and... Perched on the large piano in the room.
"You know exactly why, don't you?" the crow spoke. In Deemo's voice. Deemo shakily scrambled backwards on the floor.
"What do you..." The bard trailed off as he noticed some people at the piano bench. A young child eagerly playing a simple tune, with a boy with an eyepatch quietly listening. Someone in a white suit and top hat. A wolf. And many others...
"They are what you must seek. You may have lost what they have, but the secret you all share brings you together." With a wave of its wing, the bird brought forth an image of a field, inviting and calm. "Your life here is a lie, Deemo. You shouldn't be living among your current illusions."
"Wait, what do you mean, 'illusions'? Who are you, anyway?" Deemo shouted, a note of panic in his voice. The crow's form shifted, taking the form of a black humanoid.
"As I said before, you already know. Some things can never be brought back. As for me... you know, right?" it replied, tilting its head.
In that instant, Deemo woke up. He stared at his hands. His human hands. Something told him this was wrong, perhaps yet another illusionary dream, but... did he want to wake up from this, too?
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Post by broken on Jan 24, 2017 18:01:42 GMT -5
(ah this is terrible xD)
As soon as Matteo was home, he soon fell asleep, exhausted from the day’s excitement. Within a few moments, he was dream
The little boy was in a little house on a poppy field, taking in the familiar scene in front of him...yet he didn't know what it was or where he was. There was a little boy and he recognized the boy- it was him. And he was watching as the little boy ran ahead, blocking the door so his step-mother couldn't leave him there alone, them conversing back and forth a bit, but Matteo wasn't listening- he was too freaked out. This was all too familiar, many emotions were running through him. This made no sense, he was sure he’d never seen this older person before so why was he having this dream? Then, a familiar phrase brought him back to his senses… “mi vida…” that's what the older woman had called him. He blinked in realization, slowly walking over toward them, but the scene vanished, leaving him walking into another house. No- the House. The boy looked around...there was a familiar living room full of people he recognized, b he just couldn't think of their names...
The little boy woke up with a gasp, curling up into a ball as he hugged the teddy bear near the head board. “Matteo Alacrán,” he whispered his true name, looking out the window.
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A forest surrounded Ciel in his dream and he look around through the fogginess, noticing someone standing beside him, a guy with a frog mask and a heart on their sweater. Did he know this person?
Ciel took a few steps forward, the person with the frog mask following after him. The boy frowned, now feeling uncomfortable, so he quickened the pace, then stopped short as he almost stepped into a trap. One with spikes at the bottom of the pit. The boy turned around, about to ask to ask why they were following him, but he was gone and the forest was replaced with a hallway.
Tilting his head to one side, he walked forward as he examined each of the doors he passed. He paused at a few, cracking them open only to see scenes play out on the other side, most of them containing somewhat familiar people- a wildclaw, talking wolves, his ‘friend’, a guy with a top hat… The young noble backed away from the doors until everything faded and was replaced by blackness.
Blinking open his eyes, the boy sat up in his bed. He had sort of gotten used to these ‘dreams’ by now since he had been having them for the past few days, but there were still too many questions he wanted answered.
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Post by Numquam on Jan 24, 2017 20:44:42 GMT -5
( Numquam sorry i forgot to reply to your last post ;; do you want to just skip them ahead to their dreams/the morning?) { dawn That's alright ! An yeah that sounds good. }
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Asexual
Lark
Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on Jan 24, 2017 21:22:21 GMT -5
Chamomile could feel her body changed slightly she still had her human form only with the addition of a pair of wings, a tail, and short dark red claws. Her clothes were not changed as well but her dream felt heated as a headdress covered her face. Darkness shrouded her vision of her location as she continued walking in the dark with a hand on the wall to guide her. She could feel some kind of pull just from the walls of the passage lead her down a path.
"Demigod of the tunnels, return to where you once came." A smooth voice echoed as she stopped in her tracks as the mysterious figure approached her. The stranger appeared in front of her shocking her that it was unlike any creature she had ever seen. It stood on four legs, covered in fur and feathers yet graceful in appearance with golden glowing eyes wearing the finest of silks she had ever seen all under an emblem of blinding upon its forehead. "May the lightweaver lighten your darkest of paths." It whispered to her. "Mage or not, you shall find them."
How was this possible? How did she know what the creature was talking about? The voice sounded the familiar and so did the title given to her and the emblem, who was "them"...was it real?
Not long after she blinked her eyes she awoke to the sight of trees surrounding her completely. She stood higher than most of the other individuals she recognized: A boy with gray eyes, a young earl, a knight, a lucky guy, and others. It wasn't long until she approached them until it all blacked out as she woke up from her sleep. "Is it time I face the truth?"
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jan 24, 2017 22:20:04 GMT -5
( hey guys!! I'm here, but pretty poofy x-x. Working on homework )
Daniel tossed and turned, restless, as his subconscious mind once again betrayed his slumber.
"Sam!" Running, he could never run fast enough. Flying.... Dropped into a swirling green spiral, nothing was solid, he was spinning... "Danny!" There were so many doors, which one was safe? It was coming for him, coming for them all. "This door, go!" Gloves whiter than he had ever seen before covered his hands. "Come on!" He was stumbling, grass and forest and moonlight. "Who are you?" He held her in his arms, white hair, red hair, raven, he couldn't do anything to save her, save any of them. Suspicious eyes, they stared into his soul. "Who are you really, Daniel Fenton?" Blood seeping across dust wooden floor boards, one last scarlet rebellion as fire rained from the sky and destroyed a world under his feet. Too many goodbyes, they all knew it was their end. The full moon blazed into his eyes, blinding, everything was white-
Daniel sat up with a gasp, sweat drenching his body. The morning sunlight blazed through his window once more, the sounds of the awakening castle drifting in.
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 24, 2017 22:28:43 GMT -5
(woop woop)
(my body is ready for the action to start)
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jan 24, 2017 22:42:55 GMT -5
( //does summoning dance to bring people from starclan knows where they're lurking // )
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