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The voices... were so beautiful. Having taken a break from walking in the forest, OCTOPU55Y sighed to herself, enjoying the music, the voices, the light-hearted smiles she heard from their throats-- who's throats? She didn't know. All she did know was that they sounded beautiful.

Abruptly, the voices began to get farther and farther away. Eyes snapping open, OCTO stumbled up from her seat on the grass covered ground, blue mouth twisting into a frown-- "Wait..." She spoke, trying to call to the voices-- following them blindly. Suddenly, the voices stopped. When she opened her eyes, she realized if she moved just one step forward, she would be knee deep in water— a very swirly, mystical substance that seemed more like a witches brew than water. As her eyes glazed over, watching it move like movies on tv, OCTOPU55Y felt herself inking deep into the memories, the emotions, the feelings...

k1ng pulled out of the memory, exhaling with a shudder.

Video games, however little he knew about them, were supposed to be fun.

That hadn't been fun. Not at all.

But the quest was not yet satisfied, and so, again, k1ng waded into the water, eyes tightly shut, wings fluttering behind him.

Wishes

"Can I get that one?" you ask, before you are too jaded to know that the answer is no, when your hair is still a mop of curls, when your mother still finds it agreeable to take you out in public.

"No, honey," she says, and she is still so tired, tugging you along by the wrist.

"But I want it," you pout like the child you are, staring at the shrinking figure of a GI Joe.

"I know." Her voice is distant, and far away. It sounds as though she isn't paying you any mind, and so, like the child you are, a tantrum ensues.

"BUT. I. WANT. IT."

"I know."

"BUT I WANT IT."

"I know."

Keel let out a silent giggle as they took to hiding in the closet. Their siblings had decided to humour them and had agreed to play hide and seek with them. Surprisingly, their parents decided to join in as well and their mother was “it”.

For the longest time, all they could hear were silence and it had made them wonder if perhaps they have hidden themselves a little too well. Time went by, and as they sat there, the sounds of heels clicking against the floor greeted them. Letting out another silent giggle, they peeked through the opening of the closet to check if anyone had found them yet. One…Two…

Suddenly their m other’s face appeared before the crack and Keel let out a horrified scream.

Their mother only laughed.

[ Enter & 12. Hiding ]

The thumping was there. He could hear it. His mother and father had assured him time and time again that there was nothing in his closet, nothing under his bed. He knew better. He knew that something definitely did live in those dark places he couldn’t see into, watching, waiting, sliding their claws across the wooden floor boards that creaked ominously beneath their weight.

He pulled his comforter over his head, tucking himself into a nest of sheets and pillows and blankets, as if his fabric fort might protect him from what lurked in the shadows.

[ 2. Loss ]

He cried. He cried loud and ugly and everyone could see it but he didn’t care, didn’t care at all as he stormed down the hall of the funeral parlor, away from doting aunts and a family that had never been his in the first place. As far as he was concerned, she had been his only family, the only one who treated him like a human being, who treated him like he was normal, just her little brother. She was his only family, and now she was gone, the light she brought to his light blotted out in an instant and he was alone.

Sliding down against the wall, he sobbed, fists thunking uselessly against the floor. It wasn’t fair.

With a swagger in her step, Via proceeded to the next quest, taking a long drag off a pipe that some Caterpillar had left it behind, or something.

Voices in the lake.

"Video games and their need for anthropomorphising everything, huh? Ah, well. What can you do. Let's see what these babies have in store."

Nostalgic

It's the first time you've ever gotten your hair did, and jesus christ, you're wonderful. It's a vintage style, with rockabilly curls and sharp bangs and it is everything you ever wanted and more.

The world told you not to be a hot little boss, that you weren't one, but it was fine for them to all be so wrong.

Their loss.

OOC

My character's username: Asimovia
My character's level: 2
Character's HP: 30
Current party:
Current Guild:
Location:
Small IC description of character: She's got chronic b***h face, but really, Asimovia is pretty friendly. Her outfit is all flash: a bustle skirt, fancy spats, a feathered top cut low to reveal some cleavage. It looks like her favourite accessories are traits: a pair of miniature wings, a devil tail, and big, black wings.

She is a badass, sirs and madams. She is a badass, and is here to DPS the <******** out of your face.

Character journal: here

[ ENTERING ]
First talking trees...now a talking lake. Welp, not like there's much else for him to do. So he went to look at the lake anndddd....

The fish tank before him was empty. Originally, there were a small school of neon blue fishes which occupied the glass box, yet recently, they had all disappeared one by one, and by now, his parents had decided to clear out the empty tank. Not like anything was living in it. Yet Cahir couldn’t help but stared at the once lively home of his pet fishes…Where could they have gone?

A question he could not find the answer to until he hit the age of 12…apparently they’re known to get stuck in the rocks used to decorate the floor of the tank…