"Al..." Worry knitted his brow. If everyone from the Red Queen was acting like this, then it... It was nothing they could control. Nothing they could control at all. "Is there something we can do? I'll stick by you, all right?"
Boi gave Ulka a worried look and then sat back on his haunches. He grabbed his PDA and started tapping out a message.
< To sweetm00n: M00ny, can you locate me and Teddy? Remember Allan? from our raid group? He's freezing or something. Could you give him a once over?>
"I wrote m00ny. We'll see if she gets it and can come over." they might be able to save him yet, but... Wht if they couln't? He worried so much about it, but tried his best to shove it from his mind. Damn it all, this was going to be a mess if their friends started to die.
Closing his eyes, Boi tried to think of something positive.
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My character's username: BoiisonFIYAH My character's level: 57 Character's HP: 30 Current party: Current Guild: Raiders of the Lost Arc Location: Small IC description of character: A tall, thin guy with orange-blonde hair in a pony, two large brown wings, in the red and orange Rabbit outfit with gray fluff.
“I... I…” he stammered and fumbled for his own cards. Perhaps it shouldn’t have been a surprise that they didn’t work, but he tried anyhow, he tried hard. “What’s happening to you?” He asked desperately before his eyes widened and he looked a few shades paler.
“…Oh god, oh god… were you, were you set to fight the white queen? Did you serve the red?”
The thoughts he had pondered while they were trying to take down the red queen surged back with a sick twist in the pit of his stomach. “Oh god, they aren’t working.”
He cast a desperate look at Dread Pirate that was still wounded, but whatever issue the boil had this was far more pressing.
"You try, something has to work!"
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These memories were unwanted. They sought to tear him down - not only him, but the others, too - Finn, Oliver, Abbi, Otto, Ian...all of them. Every time he looked around he was treated to the memories of the people he cared for, all suffering at the hands of old memories.
The grief-turned-rage that boiled in him was palpable. His whole stance had taken on a defensive edge, one that threatened to be offensive at any moment, and the tears that had assaulted him in the second memory remained there, sliding down his pale cheeks. They were uninvited and unwanted, and yet there they were. His body shook as the grief he once denied himself tried to work it's way back to the surface: for a man who thought himself hollow, the sudden surge of these rather intense feelings certainly called the notion into question.
It was - like it usually did - the sound of his name in a familiar tone that prevented him from stepping forward and decking the nearest person in an attempt to release some of this pent up energy. He turned towards the voice, searching through the crowds and the memories until he spotted him.
"Finn." He murmured back through clenched teeth, not about to trust himself to do anything more than that. Everything was hurting again; his hands burned, his heart felt heavy, and all he wanted to do was scream.
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My character's username: OrNot My character's level: 26 Character's HP: 30 / 30 Character's Job Class: White Rabbit Herald Current party: -- Current Guild: MATHEMATICAL! Location: Echos of Grief Small IC description of character: A white themed white rabbit. White hair. White ears. White fluff. Red vest, but otherwise, he can blend in with paper. Character journal:Here
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Was anyone out there even... damaging the queen? He wasn't sure. Couldn't tell from there. He only knew he had to keep moving and see what he could do. Unfortunately. Burn didn't get very far before . . .
The wheel keeps turning and so you must keep going on.
Neithan glanced down at the single trunk, the only thing he was bringing to the academy with him, before looking back to the ghost before him. Hands clasped before her stomach, she smiled. "Things will be..." She paused, and he could see the mirth dancing in her eyes. Searching for the proper words. "...quiet around here, without you." Her lips pursed as she tried to quietly smother her own laughter.
He offered a small, small smile of his own. The decision to attend the school had been his--that he'd been accepted was.... strange. Yet there he was, packed and as ready to go as he could be. "I've no qualm comin' back tae make a ruckus, if that's what you'd be needin'," he told her simply. A joke. She rose a pale brow, shocked and delighted by this turn in his dialog.
Lightly, barely a breath of contact, she reached a delicate hand out to rest on his shoulder. She had to stretch up a bit for it, but the concept was there as she smiled. "You'll do fine. Just remember that key."
He would. He did. "Plans of my future, tae questions of my past." All he was and would be. That was what he needed to focus on. Easier said than done. But he understood the concept now.
. . . Burn smiled. Faintly. But it was there. Strange memories, this place invoked.
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My character's username: BridgesBurn My character's level: 32 Character's HP: 40/40 Character's Job Class: Royal Gryphon Current party: N/A Current Guild: N/A Location: Small IC description of character:
A tall man, his skin is dark and eye a bright gold color. Two sets of black horns curve upward from a mass of curly, short-cut pale hair. BridgesBurn has taken on a Gryphon coat of black and gold accents. The black and gold hat is accented by a golden feather. A loose white shirt can be seen under the coat, along with red pants and a heavy brown belt. An eyepatch over his right eye completes the look. Multiple belts lay outside the coat.
Excuse you all, he was only ONE guy, ok? First, the easy thing to address.
Because god help him too many people were throwing their love lives at him. One of which was getting a boot to the head. (ANDREW! SRSLY SRS HER- oh god Boi was rubbing off on him again.)
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< BoiisonFIYAH : I really don't think this is the time to be asking. Really. However in the order the questions were asked. Yes. Perhaps if you speak normally. I am not cuddling with the bear, but yes it's quite soft. No, it would not be fun. Don't eat there unless it's the pancakes. You'll learn if you do. It really is all terrible. Because Frost was taken and I wasn't sure what else to pick. People. That is the only answer to that question. >
Where was he... RIGHT! The next important matter. That he wasn't sure how to deal with. There was that whole thing... with...
Had he really? Something was angrily gnawing at the back of his mind, a memory wanting to claw it's way free from the cage it had been locked in. Had he asked first? Andrew hadn't been the one who got to say who saw that, he couldn't fabricate it. Something like that... couldn't be a joke. It was distracting to say the least, holding his attention as he stood, trying to will himself to figure it out, to make sense of the odd words.
He'd said something first? That didn't... seem like him, but... it didn't seem wrong either? He grimaced, shaking his head. Managing to pull away from the recollections as a newer memory presented itself. This one of fear, some fragments he recalled. That odd first meeting, that time in the tower... right he remembered them he-
Froze.
Olivia had crumpled to the floor in that time, huddling into a small ball as Andrew he ducked over, he doing the same as he snapped back to his senses to do so. "Olivia-" He needed to get better at this whole thing, but he did cast a light look at Andrew being so close. She'd just partially freaked out BECAUSE of fire. Even if he was concerned, this wasn't going to help. Don't make it worse. Were the words he mouthed to the cheshire before reaching out to work to drag Olivia out of her huddle, trying to draw her closer. "It's fine... it's in the past. It's okay now." Though... it really wasn't with the queen still raging.
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My character's username: Frostpaw My character's level: 77 Character's HP: 40/40 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Cat Wraith Current party: Current Guild: Raiders of the Lost Ark Location: Small IC description of character: (See image on the left) 5'7" male, a tad on the femenine side with appearances. Pale blue eyes, white hair that is long in the front and short in the back, and often accompanied by the sound of a bell. He does have some stripe markings on his face, and arms if you can see them at any point. He's usually wearing a rather bland, or unimpressed expression. Character journal:Here
Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 7:34 pm
"I have heart. It is.. my weakness. Mes sentiments sont ce que me conduire, mais ils sont la raison pour laquelle je retins....Je tiens sur ce que je suis maintenant. Vous savez?"
"I do not like how you take this so calmly Fish-man. Isra doesn't react this loudly, this deeply, with no cause- and I don't know why he's doing it. He can't say either but it's disturbing him. I- Il est révélateur. Troublantes dans les pires façons." Her voice hitched as she grabbed his hand, begging a bit. Now she was becoming the flighty bird.
At the arrival of others, Solia looked to Dorian as they called him by his in game name. "Allan?" She shook her head. "You are a mist you big lug. You though-" She looked to the bear- "You are from the battle earlier. An ally then?" Another arrived and again she looked to Dorian. "Vous êtes un charmeur vous êtes gars-homme."
Then- Her name again, this by-
"Handsome? Handsome!" She smiled. Another hunter had her relax a bit. "Something is wrong. My weapon- he is reacting badly to what is happening. It's distressing him. I do not know but- but others might. We are not alone here so it is worth seeking advice." Her logic was breaking apart, bits scattered into fragments as she tried to grasp at straws.
Then more names called into the midst of battle and if one was here then the other would be too. "BELIEVE IT OR NOT? HUCKLEBERRY?" She jumped to try and spot them. "Where are you?"
"Your Aunt Prudence," Leslie said, as soon as he could find her, catching up through the swirl of battle and the roar of battle, "Was a b***h." It's accompanied by a smile, knowing in a way that would be smug had she not known that he did, in fact, know what it was like. And then he playfully pushes by, his shoulder nudging hers, and he's off, then, cleaver in hand.
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My character's username: k1ng Current Guild: Small IC description of character: k1ng is a tiny, quiet Dormouse. At five foot nothing, his large mouse ears and demonic horns dwarf his head, and behind him are a pair of white wings. Right now, he shuffles docilely without much protest.
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 7:37 pm
[ 10 Damage ]
SUCCESS! Helmut's hands turned into claws as she sliced into the Queen, and was quite quick to grin at Xavier for her good luck.
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My character's username: NomAllTheThings (The Chariot) My character's level: 37 Character's HP: 40 / 40 Character's Job Class: Insane Mad Hatter Current party: -- Current Guild: ??? Location: -- Small IC description of character: See image Character journal:Here
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The claws were gone, and Helmut was left confused, so she did what she would normally do in this situation: she clung to the first person she recognized as safe. Unfortunately for Xavier, he was close, recognized, and safe. More than safe, he was liked. So she latched onto his arm, clinging as hard as she could to her fellow first year as another memory played out in the air around them.
It was her Father. He had the stubble of a beard along his cheeks and chin, his hair as pale as Helmut's, and was just as bony and rail-thin as her mother was; the difference between them rested only in the way they dressed. Her Mother wore clothes for her size and comfort, but her Father wore them to make himself look less angled. It was a trick he insisted made people feel more comfortable with him - a thought which was always rebuked by Mama Purge reminding him that they were Wendigo, and everyone knew it, so why try to hide it?
He had his clawed hand held out towards her, one that popped and twisted longer and longer as he shifted from his humanoid to his natural form. In the memory Helmut - a much smaller ghoul, likely half the age she was now - ran towards him giggling, nothing more than a ball of puff that tackled onto the offered hand. She was chittering something, but it was too much garble to be understood; but it was clear that she loved him with all of her heart, and the feeling was mutual.
The pair of wendigo crawled into a nearby nest, the child on her father's lap, and a book was pulled from a shelf above them---
MY STATS
My character's username: NomAllTheThings (The Chariot) My character's level: 37 Character's HP: 40 / 40 Character's Job Class: Insane Mad Hatter Current party: -- Current Guild: ??? Location: -- Small IC description of character: See image Character journal:Here
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 7:43 pm
Leslie's Judgement
It's not an old memory; it's recent and raw, still a surface thought.
You are rifling through his room, high on adrenaline and recklessness, carding through his things with a level of panic-rush inside you, and while the action was spawned by ennui it never stayed that way. It never did, as you slowly turn over trinkets in your hands, internally full of awe at the idea of owning things, and you wonder what it will be like you have your first possessions for yourself that aren't in danger of destruction and--
Taym comes in, and the two of you fight and struggle and he pins you, and you are a feral creature, thought abandoned for instinct, clawing but there is nothing to do but lose, gracefully or not, so--
In the end, he offers you a cigarette, and you don't really say thank you, but you do inside, somewhere. You forgive him for trying to scare you, fresh out of the pod, and for trying to tell you what to do without earning respect first, and. You forgive him, for bothering to try and give a s**t for someone like you, because maybe he does know what he's working with, and he stills tries.
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My character's username: k1ng Current Guild: Small IC description of character: k1ng is a tiny, quiet Dormouse. At five foot nothing, his large mouse ears and demonic horns dwarf his head, and behind him are a pair of white wings. Right now, he shuffles docilely without much protest.
"Hey! Yo, b***h, no butt stuff," Leslie yelped, playfully sticking his tongue out at her as he ran off for his last attack, and with it, another piece of him was revealed, pulled out of him like a thread unravelling a sweater:
Leslie's Strength
It's not the first time your mother has had to pick you up from school, in the rusted and beat up old Volvo that barely runs, but it is the first time you've had a suspension at this high school.
What was it, she asks, her voice terse, what was it this time.
Sullen, you look out the window jaw clenched, shoulders hunched. You don't have to tell her anything, so you don't, and you flex your hands just so to keep from lashing out.
What was so bad that you had to go and do that, she asks, voice rising. I didn't raise you like this, you can do better, Leslie. This is the last school in the district, this is--
It continues, a tirade, and she's so disappointed in you, but it's the kind that has been around a long time, like she still looks at you and wonders where she failed, oblivious, negligent, and your hands clench-- you want. You want to show her why you are the way you are, but instead, you look out the window, and say nothing, except:
"Sorry, mom."
(She doesn't stop the lecture. Apologies do not fix suspensions and property damage.)
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My character's username: k1ng Current Guild: Small IC description of character: k1ng is a tiny, quiet Dormouse. At five foot nothing, his large mouse ears and demonic horns dwarf his head, and behind him are a pair of white wings. Right now, he shuffles docilely without much protest.
That last memory left Ruth in suprisingly high spirits, which continued even when she saw the broken Olivia trying to hide from the world. She didn't know what to do or how to comfort anyone, her own experience limited to pretending she didn't exist and therefore neither did her feelings.
She was grinning that grin of hers, as out of place and inappropriate as ever, but it was all she knew to do. She approached the group without any hesitation, knowing if she paused for just a fraction of a second, she would turn on her heels and flee.
Maybe it was because of that memory, maybe it was because she knew others had seen it, whatever her reason, she thought she could speak. Just this one time. "You are not alone." Her voice was a deep baritone, a sharp contrast to her frail features. What she spoke wasn't profound or overtly comforting and if Ruth were honest she often heard it as a threat, doled out by her Superiors and cousins with casual menace. She didn't use the inflection with which her family used it.
She said it matter of fact. She could easily defend herself and pretend she was simply stating the obvious. Though her eyes were still obscured by her bangs and the brim of her hat, she angled her head and was pointedly staring at Lights. Then gestured to her nose, then over to Olivia.
You jacking broke my nose because of her. DO SOMETHING. The thin line her lips pressed into seemed to demand of him.
Desummoning her crossbow, America grins and pinches Leslie's a** with her free hand. "Least he didn't stab you that time." She keeps mentioning it, and will continue to do so, until that version of events is nothing but an inside joke, rather than something waiting around some future corner of their lives.
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 7:49 pm
Did he know she spoke French? He knew Dorian did, but this seemed like news. He just sort of stared blankly at Solia as she rattled off in another tongue and then addressed him. And recognized him, earning her a cheesy grin.
"Didn't hear anything from Koume until like five minutes ago, don't think it means anything though. Maybe yours is just in tune with things, ya?" He had maybe heard a bit of disgruntled scoffs here and there but not an actual sentence from the tengu during the trip. He doubted it was connected though, just that she finally decided to say something in her usual annoyed tone.
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Bibi looked up at her friend. She was older, and much smarter than Bibi was. She trusted her not to steer her wrong. So if Mira told her not to do something, she would avoid it. Usually.
"Now, Bibi, I told you that wouldn't end well," Mira said softly.
Bibi sniffled, big pink-tinted tears sliding down her cheeks. "B-but my friends said it w-would be fun!" It wasn't fun, not at all.
Mira wiped her tears and soothed her, bandaging the wound on Bibi's arm. "They're not really your friends, sweetheart, if they were they wouldn't have run off when you got hurt."
"I guess you're right..." Bibi said and sniffled again.
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My character's username: ThePinkMonsturr My character's level: 34 Character's HP: 40 Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: In a word? PINK. In more words, pink goo girl.
