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Lady in the Golden Wood generated a random number between
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13!
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 Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 9:01 am
He saw himself in the courtyard where he always went and hid whenever he didn't want to see or talk to anyone. It was in the corner of the estate and was tucked in between two old sheds. There was something forgotten about it. The grass wasn't trimmed to perfection like all the other lawns in the house and there was one lonesome koi swimming in the pond. Weeds had peeked their way out from between the cobblestones. Someone had obviously decided that this particular courtyard was not worth attending to, or simply forgotten its existence.
He was leaning against the a large boulder in the corner. It had been another dreadful day where he had tried and tried to appease his tutor but he had constantly been corrected until he had fled the hellhole. He sighed and closed his eyes. He would never ever ever be a genius like his sister. There was no point in trying really. There was no point in trying. He opened one of his eyes to peak up at the sunny sky. There was no point in trying.MY STATS My character's username: JabberWhut My character's level: 84 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Cat Current party: n/a Current Guild: Game Enders Location: --- Small IC description of character: Standard cheshire cat uniform with blue scarf and a black coat. Has fluffy black hair and cat ears and forked cat tail. Bright green eyes. Character journal: Here
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amicableAggressor generated a random number between
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16!
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 9:03 am
OOC My character's username: _k1llzerKeR843_ My character's level: Character's HP: Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: A dark skinned boy with long dreads on one side of his head, pointy ears, and glittery, bug-like, full black eyes. Wearing Mad Hatter gear. When he talks, weird thick glitchy accent, a result from his horrendous typing, makes it almost impossible to understand what he's saying. Character journal: ★
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Huni Pi generated a random number between
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21!
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 9:09 am
Joy stumbled and fell to her knees, breathing hard at the memory, and checking to see if she had been crying. She gave a sigh of relief that she wasn't because, holy s**t was she a brat. Yeah, she was six then but still, there was no denying she'd been a selfish kid.
Looking up, she saw Dreadpirate David? still going at it with the Queen, even if it didn't look like anything was happening. She tried to get to her feet and join him but found, to her horror, she could barely stand. "What. The. ********> she whispered, staring down at her hands and feet. She yanked the sleeves of her coat up with agonizing slowness and she could see her flesh was slowly turning to stone.
This was all ALICE's fault or the Queen's. Either of them. Both of them. ******** this, she wasn't going to just stand here and take it! Try as she might, she was once again knocked flat on her back by the power of the Distortion.
Actually, now that Joy thought about it, she was just overreacting. Sure, she was maybe turning into stone, but it was probably an accidental thing. Or it was her fault for not doing enough to gather fragments to help the Red Faction. Whatever the reason, Joy was fine with it and forgave ALICE and the White Queen.
MY STATS My character's username: RazerHead My character's level: 51 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Royal Gryphon Current party: None Current Guild: Secrets Service - The Game Enders Location: Small IC description of character: Brown-haired, 5"6, tanned Royal Gryphon wearing the black and red outfit. Got some scars on her too. Character journal: RazerHead
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Dragain generated a random number between
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13!
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 9:11 am
She packed away the little pins and flyers and plush toys in a box, and taped it shut. While it wasn't an easy decision for her to make, she had already tried her best; having attempted a position on the student council for two years straight was good enough. She tried, and that's what counts, right?
Those thoughts didn't stop the tears from welling up in her eyes, nor did they lessen the pain of her failures.
Early in the morning, when many of the students were still resting in their rooms, she carried the box under one arm, and headed for one of the thrash bins away from where the dorms were. There, she waited till the cleaning gnomes came by to collect the thrash, and personally handed the box over to them. Silently, she watched as they tossed it into a huge thrash bag, along with the contents of the thrash bin.
She's not going to participate again next year.MY STATS My character's username: iPink My character's level: 66 Character's HP: 40/40 Character's Job Class: Dormouse Current party: - Current Guild: Penumbra Location: Small IC description of character: A short character with light pink hair, tied up in low twintails that reaches her waist. Decked out in a light brown furry coat with matching dormouse ears, and grey/black/white clothing underneath... Now with added giant syringe. Character journal: Here
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danse-hexe generated a random number between
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10!
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 9:13 am
[ 3/3 - miss ] "I.. didn't join the hunters so I could fight shadows like I said I wanted to. I left home cause I was runnin' away from Dad." She lost track of time, lying on the ground, listening. The house had settled, but it was never truly silent- taps dripped, floorboards creaked, and the old cuckoo clock with the broken mechanism ticked on, and on, and on...
The first trills of birdsong snapped her back to her senses- wearily she dragged herself up off the ground. It was still dark, there would be time to clean up before he showed up at their doorstep, his smile brighter and warmer than the sun.
"Hi," he would say, and "borrowing 'Berta, bye," to no one in particular as he tugged her out the door; his eyes fixed on her as if she was the best thing ever.OOC My character's username: protista My character's level: 69(+25xp) Current Guild: < Vicious Streak > Small IC description of character: Lop-eared bunny-girl, equipped with a pair of daggers. Character journal: < x >
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Huni Pi generated a random number between
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17!
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 9:27 am
"A smile can be more menacing than a glare," Superior said before demonstrating this fact. Features so customarily blank were suddenly displaying an expression that looked so natural and belonging, it made Ruth wonder whether her mother wasn't always smiling all those times. She noted Superior was exuding an aura of innocence and in the back of her mind, Ruth knew this was not right.
Because her mother's lips were painted a shade of red. As were her teeth. Not the red of wine, nor the red of roses. It was the red of freshly spilled blood. Ruth barely managed to keep herself from recoiling at the sight.
Superior pressed her mouth into a thin line, "Do not reconsider your feelings on the matter of your eyes, Ruth. I didn't need to see them to read your terror. After all those lessons I've taught you, this display is quite disappointing."
Ruth could reason that she was a mere scareling but excuses would only merit her several sharp slaps. She refrained and forced her fear and anger and self-loathing to the corners of her mouth. Only one side twitched upwards.
"Smile properly," Superior chided.
Ruth did as ordered. Again and again and again and again. Until her mother nodded in approval and allowed her to retire to her bedroom for the night.MY STATS My character's username: fouof My character's level: 39 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Insane Mad Hatter Current party: None Current Guild: Raiders of the Lost Ark Location: Small IC description of character: Blonde, lightly tanned, wearing the black and gray Mad Hatter clothing. Eyes are never visible. Character journal: fouof
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Huni Pi generated a random number between
1 and 22 ...
8!
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 9:29 am
In fact, Joy felt so forgiving, she wanted to say it personally to the Queen. Despite the heaviness of her hands and feet, despite the growing stiffness and numbness, she plodded on. She kept David within her line of sight as much as she could while keeping an eye out for any of the other familiar faces.
Not even being in such a forgiving mood protected her from the Distortion's effects as yet another memory seized her.Her calves ached, her lungs burned, her skin glistened with sweat, and her hair matted to her forehead and cheeks. Figures she'd pick today of all days to lose her hair tie when she and her friends decided to take on the challenge of La Mesa. Still, as humid and muggy as it was, she was having an amazing time.
It wasn't like biking in the streets or in the precious few parks in the city. She had fallen and slipped on mud more than a few times before her body figured out its equilibrium. But then, so had the others. No one was spared a fall, and thankfully grazed knees and bruised elbows had been the worst injuries so far.
"Okay guys, we're heading to a steep downward incline, we should probably get off our bikes and hoof it."
"What? ******** that! Where's your sense of adventure!" she teased, suddenly speeding up her pedaling.
"Hoy! Joy, what are you-"
"You only live oooooooooooooooonce!" she yelled.
All Joy could remember of her descent was speed and gravity and cussing and thanking her lucky stars the bicycle she bought was built to take this sort of abuse. Because she wasn't thinking about anything. Her mind a complete blank to embrace the now, each ricochet and every point of impact used to keep her balance. Her body twisted, her muscles tensed and relaxed as necessary, and somehow, she managed to come to a coast unscathed.
Breathing hard and her heart in her throat, God she felt so alive.
"Putang ina, Joy, you're still alive!" her friends catcalled and cheered and laughed.
She dismounted from her bike and gave a low bow. "Was there ever any doubt?"MY STATS My character's username: RazerHead My character's level: 51 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Royal Gryphon Current party: None Current Guild: Secrets Service - The Game Enders Location: Small IC description of character: Brown-haired, 5"6, tanned Royal Gryphon wearing the black and red outfit. Got some scars on her too. Character journal: RazerHead
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Krysin generated a random number between
1 and 22 ...
12!
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 9:30 am
It was becoming a small struggle to move, and the worst part was that she couldn't determine if this was only effecting her, or if it was effecting everyone else. In fact, she had no idea how many others were here. She could hear a few exclamations here and there that hinted towards more players in this dark arena. But, an exact number she couldn't determine. It was unsettling to think she could hit someone in the dark with her sword, or her flail could crush against someone's chest. She needed to get close enough to be assured her attacks would land on the White Queen herself, but every step she made was painfully slow. She could feel her fingers stiffening around the hilt of her sword, and every step felt heavy and cumbersome.
But still she pressed on. A will to live was what kept her going - she would not let her body play host to some puppet based off of her. No, she would not hand control over her body to something that wasn't her. Delphyne had struggled with control over herself for most of her undead life. She still didn't have much self-control, but at least she was comfortable and confident in her own body. Delphyne dealt in a lot of heavy hallucinogens in order for her fortune telling to have the right atmosphere and potency. Most other oracles kept a tight control over what they used, but Delphyne had never cared. It had been the best part, and she had liked losing control. Her mind clear of the toxins she gave it, usually was not that way. Her speech was normally a little stunted, a little unclear and unpredictable.
If she ever reclaimed her body, it would be a struggle she had to deal with for the rest of her undead life. But, one thing at a time, and that was defeating the Queen and then breaking free from this game!OOC My character's username: the0racle My character's level: 100 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Cat Wraith Current party: n/a Current Guild: Penumbra Location: Small IC description of character: An oddly scaley cheshire cat, who seems to always have a distant look in her eyes, as if she's thinking of something else, or nothing at all. Character journal: here
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Dragain generated a random number between
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22!
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 9:33 am
It's up. It's finally up.
The website took her longer than expected to build, even with help from her friends and the handy 'Dummy's guide to building your own website' book she borrowed from the school library. However, the work she poured into the website was worth it; everything was running great, and it was ready to accept its first members...
She picked up the skelephone she had bought for the purpose of this project, and sent a message to everyone in the list of contacts she might had gotten through... Not so honorable means. That done, she turned to the Dollars website, and created an account for herself.
They were going to keep the school safe. Together.MY STATS My character's username: iPink My character's level: 66 Character's HP: 40/40 Character's Job Class: Dormouse Current party: - Current Guild: Penumbra Location: Small IC description of character: A short character with light pink hair, tied up in low twintails that reaches her waist. Decked out in a light brown furry coat with matching dormouse ears, and grey/black/white clothing underneath... Now with added giant syringe. Character journal: Here
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phantompanther13 generated a random number between
1 and 22 ...
13!
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 9:38 am
It wasn't so much a single memorry this time, just a serious of thoughts.
Of giving up his fire. he really did in a lot of ways, wearing jackets instead of just radiating heat out, of the 5 foot barrier. He had given up a piece of himself maintaining that five foot boundary.
He sat wrapping the bulb around his tail. wrapping it and hiding its brilliant light. his fires, smoldered out and wrapped in glass for one night. As he did, he gave up his pride of being a flame demon, the power he had, the control. just for one night. His hands fumbled and his tail ached, hating the pressure necessary to keep the bulb in place.
His mind flashed forward to the even, to dancing awkwardly tail safely put away behind him and in the glass glow. It hurt, knowing that this would be the only way. only when the fire was removed would he be near her and the moment it cam unwrapped the five foot boundary would return.
Still he did it, slowly learning to control his flames, taking hours learning to simple put them out; smothering out the fires he created. Taking his own power and killing it, wrapping it in a tangled web that he would never be free of no matter how much he struggled and he could simply set it all on fire and burst free, but that would mean destroying it. He couldn't do that. the slowness was almost overwhelming. His hands felt like they were in a thick mud. He just didn't have the will to fight any longer. OOC Guild Battle Calculator  My character's username: Haunting Lights My character's level:41 Character's HP: 40 Current party: Current Guild: Secrets Service- The Game Enders (SS:GE) Location: Small IC description of character: A cheshire cat that might be a little on fire. Character journal: here DraconicFeline if you want in on this, you can. XD
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quite uneventful generated a random number between
1 and 22 ...
20!
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 9:39 am
OCTOPU55Y sighed, looking a away from the memory, tired, so ******** tired of the past. She didn't remember any of it, but she knew that so much bullshit had happened it left her untrusting and distant. She sighed once more, siding a hand on her face and looking away. She was so disappointed in herself...
Looking up to sneak a peek, this time, the memory was different.
It was... Her uncle? Leading her... Oh no. She remembered this one... Her uncle, grabbing her arm, pulling her to see her mother, whom was attacked by a shark— or so she was told. When she reached a certain place, she was knocked out and pushed into an empty room with no one to help, no one to turn to. She remembered the feeling of unbearable loneliness slide through her, take over her very heart and soul. She sniffed, tearing up a little— why? Why did they have to do this? Why did she have to remember these things so throughly, so perfect? Why, why, why... ********, ********, uugh, she needed to relax, she hated stressing out, she needed...
Stop, Imbere. Stop.
MY STATS  My character's username: OCTOPU55Y
My character's level: 44 +50exp
Character's HP: 40
Character's Job Class: Doormouse Doctor.
Current party: N/A
Current Guild: Raiders of the Lost Ark
Location: ???
Small IC description of character: A dark-grey skinned female with scales and bright neon marks littered all over her body. She has bold purple hair pulled into a side ponytail, and purple eyes to match, with her sclera completely black. With fins replacing her ears as well as webbing trailing from one finger to the other, this girl looks aquatic.
Character journal: ALL DA PU55Y
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LuckyCat777 generated a random number between
1 and 22 ...
10!
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 9:40 am
Rose watched Pumcat's memory with a touch of sadness. Her family looked so happy and supportive... So perfect. She wished her life had been like that. "No, it didn't look so bad at all." She smiled back at her new friend, trying to boost her happiness even in the dark. She didn't notice then, when a memory of her own was being pulled from her. "Ew, can you believe Maddy was wearing baby blue and yellow today? Talk about a crisis." Irene wrinkled her nose in disgust. The demon scareling was soon joined by everyone else in the clique and their own findings in the rumor mill:
"Anyone else notice that Oran doesn't shower? Gag..."
"I heard Jeremy peed his pants."
"Kara got expelled."
They went on like this from school to Town Hall, talking about everything anyone has ever said about anyone else. She was the only one who was silent, following behind them like a lost Mini as she listened to their familiar banter. It had been nice to be a part of something, to feel like she had belonged to a family who would protect her--
"Hey, Ri Ri..." The Reaper looked up to see Irene looking right at her. The red demon grinned, noticing her sudden muteness. "Hear any juicy stories lately?"
"N-no." The ghoul didn't want to disappoint the person who had taken her in, but she didn't have anything else to add.
"Aw, but you see everything! Even Mrs. Fang lets you go wherever you want, you have to have seen something really embarrassing in the halls."
"I don't h-have any stories." She looked down to escape everyone's stares. Irene walked to her side, holding her close a one-armed hug.
"That's okay! You're new. It takes time to know where to look." The others nodded in acceptance, pleasing their leader. "See? But you know you can trust us to keep a secret, right? I mean, they can't hear you when you're with us, so its like they won't know about it."
"I guess..."
"Cool. Now lets go get some shopping done, you definitely need it."
So she followed. Ignoring all the terrible things they said and did just like she would do for years. After all, she finally felt like she belonged. She wasn't going to ruin it.Briar_Rose looked toward Pumcat with worry, not wanting to share a memory she tried to put behind her... What did she think of her now? Rikku Takanashi Well, you are nearby... <.< MY STATS My character's username: Briar_Rose My character's level: 32 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Royal Gryphon Current party: None Current Guild: None Location: Small IC description of character: ((See Ref)) Dark pink-haired female with pink eyes, of average height, and slim build. She's usually seen with an uninterested expression, but even she cannot hide her curiosity. Character journal: Battle Log
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Dragon Berri generated a random number between
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17!
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 9:43 am
((ANYONE CAN WITNESS THIS MEMORY.))A very young Caiden stared at the pan of spookies on top of the stove. Well, pans. His attempt at baking had turned out to be a complete and utter failure, as the blackened shapes could attest. He'd wanted to make them for his parents and his twin, as a surprise. He'd even gotten up hours early to learn how to bake them. And then he'd fallen asleep at the table, woken only by the smell coming from the stove. "Oh, Jack!" he'd exclaimed and hurried to pull them out, but it was far too late. They were completely ruined. ".....Cadence is so going to laugh at me," he huffed to himself. shadica Laugh at your twin's failure uwu OOC  My character's username: RockerReaper My character's level: 34 Character's HP: 40 Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: Short, curly black hair. Boots, pirate coat, pirate hat. Blue, green, black. Character journal: here
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 10:01 am
Another's thought drifted into his mind. huh, maybe that was why she was always smiling with that mocking grin. Because she was told so. there was something to it, but it felt out of place. Faces were easy to fake but fire was not. fire burned in direct proportion to mental state. It was near impossible to hide. and was a good health indicator. Then again he had learned to control his fire, so perhaps it wasn't so impossible after all. He still didn't like fouof though.
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phantompanther13 generated a random number between
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11!
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 10:03 am
Trisha is dead go away!They were fighting again? Trisha didn't know about this. "Daddy, I have decided to go to Amity." she looked him in the eye. "I want to go see the world for a while."
He frowned at her. "but Trisha... I'd rather you stay home. we have a very good school here."
Her mother spoke up from her perch, lion tail twitching. "I think it would be good for her dear."
"Oh no, not you too."
"Mom?"
"What? I think it would be very good. she could learn more about creeple and FEAR, and who knows. She will always have us to return to."
"Thank you mummy!"
He father stared but knew when he had been defeated. "Very well... I know that Lura's boy goes there, soo, you will have a friend at least." she knew he meant someone to look out for her, but he was younger! but that was part of her argument.
Still this was a good day and she would not let his "common sense" ruin it.
"Thank you daddy!" she got up, and bucked a few times before nuzzling up under his chin making him let out a gruff sigh. "I can't protect you forever I suppose. but I wish you would pick a proper partner first."
"I'll be fine daddy."
OOC Guild Battle Calculator  My character's username: Chocolate Hooves My character's level: 26 Character's HP: 30 Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: A dormouse with hooves and flowers. Character journal: here
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