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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 24, 2017 22:43:39 GMT -5
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jan 24, 2017 22:50:54 GMT -5
( where are your characters atm?)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 24, 2017 22:52:32 GMT -5
(*is summoned by the dance* I'm here! )
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 24, 2017 22:52:36 GMT -5
(they're all in the castle, waking up from their dreams)
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 24, 2017 22:53:04 GMT -5
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jan 24, 2017 22:54:47 GMT -5
((kind of here))
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 24, 2017 23:04:34 GMT -5
(I can have Katio be just about anywhere as he should be wandering around as Mask right now. Shinichi should be at home, trying to get some proper sleep.)
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 24, 2017 23:04:54 GMT -5
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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 25, 2017 0:29:48 GMT -5
(this is big im sorry,,) After having parted ways with Eises and finished her errands, Madoka at last turned in for the night. It hadn't bothered her for most of the day, but once she prepared for bed she began to remember the way she had felt upon waking from the previous night. She felt a twinge of unease, although she was unsure why. Trying not to dwell on it for long, she soon drifted to sleep.
Madoka's dreams were very surreal.
The world was gray and stormy, and Madoka looked up at a mass covered in shadows in the sky. Everything was shaking. Buildings were crumbling around her and there was a piercing laugh in the air. "Kaname-san!" a voice begged her from behind. Madoka wanted to turn and see who was calling out for her but her body wouldn't react. She could only stare at the giant creature as the wailing continued behind her. "You'll die, Kaname-san! Let's just run away, no one would blame you!" That voice sounded so familiar. Whoever this person was Maodoka just wanted to turn around and hug them and apologize. But for what?
And, just as she finally felt her body move with her will, the scene flashed at a rapid pace and Madoka fell to her side as she was thrust into a moonlit clearing. The cool grass felt good on her skin after the previous place she was in. Madoka tried to stand up and get a reading on her surroundings, but before she could take more than a glance the room spun with images of an old house with more people that seemed familiar but she ultimately couldn't remember ever knowing.
She could feel conflicting emotions building up within her; despair, love, pain...hope. It was all almost too much to bear and she cried out, "stop it!" Madoka woke, siting upright as her breaths came out in hard pants. Sweat dripped down her face, except...it wasn't sweat. Madoka sniffled and wiped away the falling tears. Why was she crying?
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 25, 2017 0:47:14 GMT -5
(No bigger then most of ours, Dawny. So no need for sorry. Anyway, what now? Hum, maybe since Kid got woken up a little earlier then other characters I'll do something with him. )
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 25, 2017 0:56:50 GMT -5
(idk, nobody is really on rn)
(i can have the killjoys meet at the clearing or go around the castle idk)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 25, 2017 1:36:21 GMT -5
(Eh, I can wait. Just a thought. Unless you want to do something. Then I can have Kid be around the castle and they can see the thief Mask. Up to you. )
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 25, 2017 1:40:01 GMT -5
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jan 25, 2017 1:49:02 GMT -5
((Edit: wow this is long Oops I forgot to include the clearing where they're supposed to go))
Arlo darted through the trees, searching for a way out of the forest. She had to get out before they caught her, but she couldn't get away, no matter how fast she ran she kept ending up where she'd started, in a clearing by a stream. She heard two gunshots somewhere ahead of her and she stumbled, falling into the water. She struggled to reach the surface but found herself falling through darkness, gaining speed until she crashed into something and finally landed on the ground. Now she was in a long, dimly lit hallway with faded green carpet and wood-paneled walls. One by one, the lights started to go out and Arlo quickly got to her feet and grabbed the knob of the nearest door, darting into the room before the darkness could reach her. The room she was in now was more well lit and filled with mirrors, dozens, hundreds even. She slowly walked forward, stepping around the mirrors. She glanced back, but she couldn't see the door anymore... and then she walked into something solid. Arlo shouted and jumped back but was relived to find that it was another mirror... except that her reflection didn't look right. Her light blonde hair was cut shorter, just a little above her shoulders, and her clothes had changed completely. Arlo tilted her head slightly, slowly raising her hand and reaching up to touch the glass. Her reflection copied her. "What's happening..." she whispered. She really, really, hadn't been expecting a response, but unfortunately, she got one. "Who are you?" Asked her reflection. Arlo shouted and tried to step back but hit another mirror. This time her reflection didn't move with her. More people were slowly appearing in the mirror beside her reflection. Was that the knight she'd see at the marketplace? And the others... They looked so familiar, but who were they? She wanted to know, she needed to know, but her voice wouldn't work. The mirrors started to grow darker until her reflection and the images of the other people seemed to be standing in a dark room even though Arlo herself was standing in the light. "It's time for you to come back," her reflection said, taking a step back into the group of people that had formed behind her. "Come back," they all said again. And again, and again, and again.... and then they all started to fade. "Wait! I don't understand!" Arlo stepped forward again, putting her hand on the mirror, but it shattered and the darkness filled the room. Images flashed before her eyes of a life she'd forgotten. She was around fourteen, walking down the hallway with a group of people, an oddly dressed boy probably around her own age with white hair and green eyes, a tiny redhead with hair that nearly reached the floor, a girl with a spear, a man holding a flag and a few others. A bit older now, she was standing behind what looked like an enormous heap of furniture with the sound of gunshots ringing in her ears. She lost track of time but so many people were dying and no matter how much she wanted to help them, she could do nothing. The images came faster and faster until she couldn't tell what she was seeing anymore. Over and over again, she heard the voices of the people she'd seen in the mirror, "It's time for you to come back."
The last thing she saw was a clearing in the forest.
Arlo woke with a strangled shout, falling off of her bed and onto the floor with the sketchbook she'd been looking at when she'd fallen asleep. She stumbled to her feet, half expecting something to to flying toward her from the shadows, but nothing happened. Finally relaxing, she picked up the book and charcoal from the floor and started drawing. This time she refused to forget what she'd seen.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 25, 2017 1:51:27 GMT -5
(And now I have to go. -.- Great. Sorry about that, Pete. I'll put this up and if you want to respond I'll get to it tomorrow.)
Katio stood on a roof across from the castle. He could be viewed from a window if anyone was watching this early. He had a carefully crafted mask fitted over his eyes. It glittered in the reseeding moonlight and the coming dawn. But now, it felt fake. The dark cloak that played out in the wind was the wrong color and his face was hidden. That wasn't how he worked. Katio sighed and lowered his head. Tonight had been horrible. Now he didn't know what was real and what wasn't. Was he Mask or was he Kid? Which set of memories were real?
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 25, 2017 2:17:25 GMT -5
(oh god i'm putting way too much effort into my next post again expect a wall of text)
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 25, 2017 3:40:44 GMT -5
(dammit... i'll respond anyways)
(and i lied i'm gonna do the dream thing bc idk and i'm gonna use the mirror thing bc i actually really like that idea sorry arlo for the Copyright)
(i hope people actually read through this instead of like,,, skipping bc i spent a lot of time and effort on this and i don't want to have it all for naught.)
Look alive, sunshine.
Geraridi's ears rang as a world came into vision, and he was sitting in a room, on a weathered old couch that has definitely seen some stuff. An old, nasty green carpet tickled at his bare feet as his eyes opened, coming face to face with an empty, distressed mirror that definitely had some age to it. Nothing was reflecting back, and Geraridi found himself just staring into the silvery depths of the mirror, silence forming a strange cover over his ears.
But suddenly, the silence broke as he began to hear a low rumbling sound, echoing through the strange room he found himself to be in and shaking the floor beneath his feet. Geraridi, filled to the brim with confusion, narrowed his eyes as he thought he saw a spark of colour emanate from deep within the mirror. And indeed he did, as that little minute spark blossomed and exploded into fast moving colours, from a harsh yellow, to a forest green, to a sea blue, and a powerful red. Something urged him to run, pump his legs as fast as he could, and as he turned to his right to run, he noticed that the single mirror that previously stood just before him had lengthened quite considerably, into the dark abyss beyond. Geraridi took no time in setting off in a full sprint, eyes ahead as shouts and yells soon emenated through the hallway in which he had been dumped into.
Geraridi's eyes moved from their standpoint in front of him towards the mirror on his left, only to stop in utter shock at what he saw in the mirror. It was only a flash, but flying through the air was a... a machine of some sort, making a loud growling noise as it sped across the rolling hills of desert at a blinding speed. Geraridi felt that urge again to run with it, and on he went, trying to match his own speed with the speeds of the machine. But soon, over the loud rumbling of the contraption bolting across the desert, he heard loud footsteps echoing over his own. Looking towards his right, he could see another set of mirrors, identical to the other one, although this time manned by a silhouette matching every move Geraridi made to the exact T. Geraridi did not stop running, and if it was as though he felt motivated to keep running because of this person.
The images on the other mirror of the machine began to fade away, and Geraridi felt his jaw drop as memories began to play out like film on the mirror. He saw when he was just a little child, picking up a brush for the first time with his grandma. He saw when he played with crude and beaten toys with a toddler Mihael, he saw when he was first dropped off at an alien and unfamiliar place known as school. He relived memory after memory from his childhood, he saw his best and worst moments as a kid, and even some of Mihael's as well. Geraridi relived it all, even the ones he thought had been forgotten long ago.
It had transitioned into teenage years now, images of Geraridi sitting in the corner at high school and drawing all sorts now replacing the little kid ones. He heard Mihael's soft and nervous voice tell him his fears about the new high school he was heading into, when they'd both get on the new and cool thing called the Internet and marvel at various instruments displayed on the white screen. Geraridi saw himself in bad places and good ones, weird instances and downright enjoyable memories as he relived each and every moment of his teen life.
But soon enough, it had turned sour as Geraridi was now an adult. A new company had been rising up and out of the simple pharmaceutical market it had started in, branching off into several other departments. At first, it seemed to be harmless. But soon they made headlines for various reasons, including several, crazy sounding at the time, conspiracies of them hiding bombs and planning for war once they had gotten big enough. Geraridi saw himself hugging a scared Mihael as things started to go downhill, and the tinfoil hat enthusiasts were proven right as the first bomb dropped, it's shockwave echoing through the nation as the Helium Wars officially began.
Things soon went to hell after that, Geraridi reliving the emotions when he saw his brother buried within the rubble of their former home, just barely getting him out of there before Mihael was crushed under the huge amounts of debris burying him alive. How they narrowly evaded capture by the Better Living Industries, and how they met these other two, one of which Geraridi instantly recognized as one of the atillators working at the same castle he did. Absolute angel, he was. Geraridi relived the heartwrenching moments of the Fires of 2012, from when he opened his eyes one day to see America now just dust and sand to when they all had to ditch their birthnames for something more suitable to the situations that they were all in. It was all coming back to him.
As Geraridi relived these painful memories from his past, his eyes glued to the mirrors that played them, he didn't notice the shadow on the other side of him start to disintegrate, as if his old self, his old life, everything he knew previously, was crumbling away from existence as Geraridi began to learn the truths about who he truly was. He wasn't some painter in some castle from some medieval land, he was a rebel. A Zonerunner. A Killjoy. He was infamous. He was the spearhead for a widespread rebellion against pure tyranny.
It was then, when he just was getting it, that he slammed headfirst into a mirror. Falling down, he saw the last of his shadow face away into existence as everything else disintegrated around him. The mirror he had slammed into was the only thing he could see. Standing up, however, and deeply looking into the mirror at the lack of reflection, it soon wasn't.
Like static on a television, soon appeared a roughened, wild rogue of a person staring right at him. Dressed in tight skinny jeans, a bright blue jacket with the words 'Dead Pegasus' stitched into their left side of the chest, rebellious amber eyes glinting back at him through a yellow clown mask as absolutely crazy red hair fell nearly down to his shoulders. His gloved hands were on his hips as he smiled back at Geraridi, Geraridi's eyes widening as he instantly recognized who this was. This was himself. This guy had the same facial structure, was the same height, the same body type (although this guy was a bit fitter), same... everything. This was Geraridi.
The man began to smile widely, letting his hands fall to his sides as Geraridi placed a hand on the cold surface of the mirror. "Geraridi, I am you. But you are not me." The man said, Geraridi throwing a worried look over through the mirror. "What you have been living has just been an illusion to the real you. I am the real you. It's time you come back, it's time you come to stay. They miss you." The man's eyes diverted from Geraridi's, and Geraridi followed his line of sight to see that several other mirrors had appeared around him, reflecting back the images of his brother, the atillator, and one other he didn't recognize, these mirrors showing them so absolutely differently then they were now. "Geraridi, you're not who you think you are. You're so much more than that." The man laughed, dusting off the sleeves of his jacket, Geraridi watching as sand spiraled up into the air around him. "Geraridi, it's time you return to the Zones. It's time you return to ghosting Dracs and rebelling against the BLI, flying over sand dunes in your Trans-Am with your dear friends, making headlines in Battery City. It's time you raise Hell once again. It's time you become me, Party Poison, once more." The man - Party Poison - placed a hand on the mirror right where Geraridi's was, and in that instance Geraridi could feel real warmth emanate from it in that time, as if it were real. And Geraridi knew, deep down inside, that it was.
Poison glanced upwards as the others - Kobra Kid, Jet Star, and Fun Ghoul - as they entered into Poison's mirror, along with other silhouettes of hundreds of other people lining the back. "So, how about this, Killjoys..." Poison said, returning his gaze into Geraridi's eye.
"Make some noise."
And then, Geraridi woke up, a rebellious feeling coursing through his veins as he looked upwards at the painting of Kobra Kid and the unfinished one of Party Poison, knowing that he knew what he was now. He felt happy. He was no longer Geraridi, simple artist of the Phantomhive castle. He was Party Poison, leader of the Fabulous Killjoys, all spearheads of a rabid rebellion against the Better Living Industries. This was what he had been feeling he had been missing his entire life. He knew that certain things in his life had struck him with an odd sense of deja vu, as if he had seen them before. And the answer to that was, well, he had. Different timeline, but nearly identical events.
"Party Poison." He whispered to himself, a smile overcoming his lips as the name felt just so... right. So absolutely perfect. It was a name that Geraridi had been searching for for months, years now, but now that he found it, he only answered to that now. Standing up, he decided to go to the roof of the castle, wanting to get a fresh new look on the world as Party Poison. So, nearly tripping over his feet as he did so, he bolted upstairs towards the roof, emerging a sweaty man but a happy man nonetheless. Letting out a whoop, a smile stretching from ear to ear on his face, he looked over the town from one of the turrets of the castle, his eyes carrying that rebellious gleam that they always had.
(that.... took..... forever........)
(nearly 2,000 words people!!!)
(again, i really hope people actually read through this instead of skipping through it bc i spent a lot of time and effort on this and i don't want to have it all for nothing.)
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jan 25, 2017 11:16:09 GMT -5
Wow O_O that was really fun to read)
"You're the slayer. It's who you are, who you'll always - "
"...he's lost it. His soul..."
"The hardest thing in this world...is to live in it."
Buffy sat bolt upright, images and garbled speech flashing across her brain. She screwed her eyes tightly closed, trying to hold onto them. There was a girl...younger than her, and a pier...and then she jumped...
Why did she jump? And why did this matter so much, if it was just a dream?
She hopped out of bed, still groggy, and began scribbling down what she could remember. Drawing the pier, and the girl. She could feel the dream beginning to slip away as she scribbled harder at the page, hoping to capture it before it slipped through her fingers.
(In contrast, I'm being lazy here xD)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 25, 2017 11:16:26 GMT -5
(*raises my hand* I read all the way through.)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 25, 2017 11:26:17 GMT -5
Mask turned on his heels as he heard a whoop. Someone seemed happy at this late hour. He wished he could share in the joy. His eyes followed the castle walls up, higher and higher. Finally, his eyes found the man who had cheered to the fading stars above. As he looked, the outline brought a pain to his chest. Like he knew the shadow. But he couldn't make out a face, because he was backlit by the dawn. He's from my dream, came a faint thought. But who was it. Could his dreams really be real. Was the boy with an eyepatch, the wolf with red markings, the girl with pale blond hair, and the small boy who spoke Spanish exist? He looked up, light glinting off his mask. But finally, he couldn't hold back. He had to call out. "Were you a blinker? Are you from the House?" his voice range out over the town and up to the castle. Now, he just needed to see that the other person had heard.
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 25, 2017 12:01:30 GMT -5
(thank, i was just thinking that my post is a novel not many would read it lol xD)
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Post by broken on Jan 25, 2017 15:19:23 GMT -5
(I also read it this morning xD I have matt and ciel, but I really don't know where to throw them. I guess someone could be following Ciel maybe? I think I'm going to make him sneak out.)
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Post by tinybreeze on Jan 25, 2017 19:29:37 GMT -5
(*crawls in*)
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Post by Numquam on Jan 25, 2017 19:46:22 GMT -5
{Hope I'm doing this right }
Eises wearily made her way over to her bed. She was tired from herding her sheep and walking around town. At least now she can get the rest she so desperately craved. She practically fell onto her bed with a sigh. She smiled lightly, closing her eyes and quickly dozing off.
The young woman found herself running within the fiery ruins of a town. She felt exhausted, but fear and adrenaline fueled her steps. She tripped over rubble, landing face first into the cold concrete. Looking up, her eyes widened in despair at the flags that were being placed on the few buildings that stood. Those oh so familiar black and red flags. The sound of marching was nearing, so she stood up and immediately found herself in a brightly-lit forest. She made her way through the dense bushes, carrying a small, blue, and scaley creature. Armoured figures walked beside her, figures she had never seen before yet seemed familiar. As she stepped forwards, her surroundings suddenly changed again. She was in a cage, her trembling and shackled hand holding onto bloodied shards of ice. Bright sparks filled her vision, she tried backing up immediately, but her back was met with cold and hard steel bars. "Stop!" she heard a feminine voice yell from a distance.
She then found herself standing in a vast grey room, strange furniture decorated near the walls. She walked near a mirror, and gasped when she saw her reflection. Wolf....ears? A tail? Hideous scars across her eye? She stepped backwards in horror, how could she appear so? She was human, not some mutated creature. Are you afraid, my dear Aalis? The deep deep voice had startled her. The mirror shattered and dark appendages begun to creep their way up her legs. I've been waiting, my dear. The voice whispered into her ear.
Eises quickly turned to run, but she found herself in a different room, the appendages now gone. More familiar furniture stood near her; more familiar figures appeared, these ones different than the ones she saw in the sunny forest. Conversations entered her head only to quickly fade away. She briskly walked through a door, looking into the long hallway with a large metallic creature standing near her. She could have sworn it was smiling. Before she could open another door, she found herself in a gloomy clearing surrounded by tall dark trees. The sharp grass poked at her ankles, while uneasiness crept into her.
The shepherdess woke with a start. She quickly sat up, squinting her eyes as sunlight beamed through her window. She blinked several times, and started to rub her eyes slowly. She felt...disturbed. It was just a dream yet it felt so familiar, so real. "Aalis..." she murmured, brows furrowed.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jan 25, 2017 21:52:00 GMT -5
( AAAH reading all these posts makes me super excited Sorry for the sudden poof last night, I realized I have about double the homework I thought I did >_> ) Daniel stepped out of his bedchamber, general appearance implying he was ready for the day, but his eyes were hollow. He couldn't take many more of these nights.... maybe a ride in the country would allow him time to clear his head. He stopped at the guard post to alet them of his absence before head back through the castle towards the rear gate and the stables.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 25, 2017 21:59:45 GMT -5
(Ah, and my post doesn't go through. >.<
I lost this for a little. I'm free to RP if anyone wants to. Kid's by the castle and Shinichi is at home (wherever that is). )
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jan 25, 2017 22:23:39 GMT -5
here!))
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jan 25, 2017 22:27:51 GMT -5
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jan 25, 2017 22:35:57 GMT -5
( if someone wants to meet Danny somewhere on his way out (or Pidge in the city or Smokescreen out near the forest, go for it!)
Daniel checked the saddle cinch on Phantom, then patted the horse's neck before mounting up, tugging the reigns and heading at a casual trot towards the castle gates.
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 25, 2017 22:38:07 GMT -5
(i'm here! i have ghoul and kobra open, and i'll respond shortly to you minted ^^)
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