tokalastreasure generated a random number between
1 and 22 ...
12!
tokalastreasure
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 7:53 pm
0 Damage
Willard twitched slightly, as he attempted his attack. He was close and his mind was whirring. He could feel the memory coming on and put his hands to his head.
He was starving for it. His fingers itched and burned in a way that only taking something could satisfy. But here? Now? He was already squirming from the idea of it. It was important but he couldn't risk it. This was his best friend and here he was, fingers trying to reach out and grasp his coin. The one he kept with him since his mother died. What right did he have to take it?
His fingers burned. Not this. Not something sentimental. It was his one and only rule. He couldn't. His friend turned finally aware he was standing beside him. He put that burning hand on his shoulder and smiled. "... It'll be alright." He said instead, glancing toward the grave with him.
MY STATS
My character's username: Willard My character's level: 31 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: White Rabbit Herald Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: Basile is a short 4'11 and sickly. He seems to be suffering from a constant cold and has dark eyes. He gives an air of being suspicious. Character journal:LINK
Kaiyumi
Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 7:57 pm
Somebody was calling him, by his nickname no less, and that gave him pause for just a moment before he pressed on, trying to find.....
And there he was. OrNot, Ripley, the same person, which he'd known. He'd known, but he had refused to think about it. It had just been a dream, a game, a bit of fun.
But this was far from fun. He was so ******** done with this.
But even now, with so much raw emotion still echoing through his chest at both his own memories and the glimpses of others he had caught, he managed to remain how he usually did, his eyes cold, empty, hiding the turmoil that lurked behind them.
And then he saw something he never expected to see. Tears that trailed down his friends face. He knew from what he'd seen that Ripley had been forced to do something terrible, to make a kind of decision that Finn hadn't been made to make. His own father had died in front of him but there had been no choice there.
"Ripley." His voice gave away what his eyes wouldn't show, and for a brief moment, he hated himself for it. There was pain in that tone, as well as regret and sadness, the anger ebbing away when he saw his friends face.
And then he did something he was not likely to ever do again anytime soon. He stepped forward, and he reached out to grab the other man, to haul him in roughly towards him.
Yes. Finn was giving him a hug.
"God ******** damnit Ripley. We are one big ******** up bunch, aren't we?" He muttered.
Enoh Love
Seussi
Ice-Cold Hunter
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chirigami
Swashbuckling Sentai
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 8:00 pm
She heard more voices, felt more bodies and presence around her. More reassuring words as the memories finally began to fade. She closed her eyes trying to push them back because she didn't like them. "They wouldn't stop..." She mumbled, muffled more by the amount of objects between them and her. "They're bad.. and sad..."
She almost pulled in on herself once more until she heard that strange unfamiliar voice again. And dared a small peek from under the furs of the trim to see Ruth also standing over her like Molan and Andrew were. Her eyes looked pitifully up at the other ghoul, "your voice is so deep." Was what she commented on.
Her cloak was finally uncovered from her head at this time, yet she still remained on the ground in her sad little heap. She scooted closer to the group though with a little whimper. Despite what the effects of that card had been, as they were waning and fading and almost gone, solidarity was never what she wanted. It was companionship.
She never did see Ruth's hand gestures, but she still found her eyes briefly upon Andrew as she whispered, "I'm sorry."
phantompanther13
raja
huni pi
Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 8:11 pm
Honestly fouof’s voice surprised him, but it was an avatar. Andrew stared at them. Just stared. What did they expect him to do? He couldn’t fix anything. He nodded to Molan and pulled away. Knowing he could do nothing. Knowing he… he shouldn’t even be there. But it was so hard. It was hard to move. He hated this. He pulled himself, his tail away from her wrapping his warms around himself.
She was sorry. He looked away, pulling away, like always. “Don’t be.” It would be Molan who fixed things that made her better because he could not.
Solia had Israfel, and Milo had Koume chirping for them, and Dorian was stuck here in a strange, sick radio silence. Justice felt far away, like as if through some kind of bog. It didn't help that he had just now realized that he hadn't moved his feet in a few minutes.
Turning to the two hunters, he kind of pouted rather matter-of-factly.
"I haven't heard Justice in a while actually. I can feel her fretting, but it's really hard to grasp on to her. I don't like it." He murmured tiredly, going to place a hand on Teddy's head, rubbing the little critter's hair absently as he stood there, like a dumb french statue.
"Je ne veux pas provoquer une panique. Rien ne doit être en cours de réalisation à dans le cercle k. Plus encore que c'est le moment. Et vous avez raison, vous êtes qui vous êtes, et c'est pourquoi je pense que vous basculez, Solia." He stated in french, giving the Hunter a serious look. He didn't need them getting out of their minds due to his issue.
Dorian was panicking, yes, but what was he supposed to do?
He wanted to make sure everyone was okay, at least.
Turning to look down at Teddy, and then Alex, he gave them a little look. "Don't worry too hard, it's going to be a long battle, I don't need you guys panicking too much." He started, shrugging sluggishly. "Good ole' Dorian here is hardier than he looks."
iStoleYurVamps
Moonstone Dazzle
chirigami
Magician Arcana
Zee Oddwyn generated a random number between
1 and 22 ...
7!
Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 8:18 pm
[Damage: 0]
Another memory assailed him. JK was defenseless against them.
This time he again found himself in the study of the Library, sitting and fiddling with the knobs of an old-timey TV. The journals of family members past had pointed him towards a series of videos that were supposed to show him how to woo a ghoul.
Ten minutes later, Johan turned off the TV, red-faced, and hastily made a notation in the journal of Great Great Great Grandfather Hanz journal.
Videos mentioned have been destroyed for the decency of all Halloween-kind.
MY STATS
My character's username: JK My character's level: Level 27 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Cat Wraith Current party: Solo Current Guild: No Guild Location: ??? Small IC description of character: Large, glowy teal eyes glare out at everything while the rest of his face is obscured by his scarf. This is one Cheshire Cat you won't be seeing a smile from anytime soon. Character journal:Link
ANY PERSON I AM RPING WITH I WILL QUOTE LIKE THIS
Zee Oddwyn
Tenacious Bookworm
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Nothing Yet Crew
Obsessive Stargazer
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 8:19 pm
There was a vision nearby, surrounding the one that Mimsy recognized as SCIENCE. It was a place unfamiliar to her, resembling a swamp, and it seemed to contain...well. Something else unfamiliar, but fascinating from every angle. She watched, captivated by the scene that unfolded, and smiled as she was told to 'listen'. Her fingers moved to trail over a portion of her braid, slowed by the resistance of her stiffening joints, as she thought fondly of the memory of her father.
The man had been absent from her life for a while now (and she was dead, as far as he knew), but still managed to command her attention. She was startled back into reality, or whatever this was, as Robert squeezed a little harder.
Then she paid close attention to him instead, staring up at him with the grown-up version of those same eyes, still lacking what they had been all that time ago.
"No. No, he." She stopped, and discarded the rest of her words. There was no point to them now, was there? "All right. I am listening. I will listen to you now."
But something was wrong, despite her efforts to agree and comply. He was angry? No, pained?
"Robert? What is it? Robert, I said I would listen. Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry! I can fix it, I think, just let me try, and I can fix it. Robert? Are you there?" Concerned, she gently pulled on his arm, and bent down with great difficulty to brush his hair aside, her touch light and trembling as she saw a strange look in his eyes. Mimsy panicked in her uncertainty, and frantically searched for the culprit nearby. Something must have done this to him, right?
Her eyes passed another familiar form, another image of someone she'd meant to protect. Then came her whisper, and she felt torn in the middle of a choice she knew the answer to, but didn't want to make. There had to be a compromise.
"I...Shu? Um, this way! Follow my voice, and I--we--will keep you safe, all right?" There was no way that she could really assure anyone of that, as she wasn't sure she could keep herself safe now, but she could try. It was important to try to preserve everyone who was important.
As she extended one hand in Shu's direction, she held tightly to Robert's with the other. It still seemed like something was hurting him, and while she'd been the one to plead with him to not let go of her hand, she wasn't going to let go of his either. Especially not now.
"It's okay," she tried again. "Whatever it is...it is not real, and is not here. But I am. Let me help. Please, let me help."
She tugged on his hand, in an effort to help him up, but she'd never been very strong.
OOC
My character's username: Mimsy My character's level: 100 Character's HP: 40 Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: Mimsy is tall, thin, and colorlessly pale, with wide teal eyes, thick glasses, bright red/indigo streaks in the bangs of her black hair, and one long, thick braid that reaches her knees. She has Cheshire ears, a fluffy Cheshire tail, and a pair of blue demon wings. Her appearance is accented with images of galaxies in blues and purples. She is always carrying a small Alice. Mimsy's Journal: ♥
Nio Love
Meegane
Zee Oddwyn
Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 8:22 pm
Hundreds, thousands of mirrors emerged from the ground, all in different shapes and sizes. The monstrous form of the Queen seemed to disappear, replaced only by fragments. Mirrors. White, each one reflecting a facet of the Queen's hideous visage. An arm, wings, spines, slid off the surfaces of each mirror.
And the the mirrors changed. Each one was different. An image. Images. Some showed figures, familiar figures, laughing and smiling. They weren't past images, no these had never happened, this could have never happened. This was the taunting, tantalizing promise the Queen was handing to them. This was her promise of their future.
OOC
At the top of your post please post you are posting for ROUND 2 AND character's HP IN BOLD RED (all chars start off with 40 HP in this fight) . If you have not posted [ Round 1 ] yet, you may still do so, just don't post you are posting for Round 2 at the top of your post.
[ Round 2:] - Randomize 1-22 again and match your results to the [ ROUND2 QUEENS DECK BELOW ]. You will be doing this three separate times, following the instructions each time below. Basically, you will be attacking three different players and doing 3 different prompts. - If a prompt REALLY does not work for your character, you may select one above or below your randomized number. - All players have 40 HP from this point. NO abilities or card abilities/ 10th card abilities can be used PERIOD.
Step 1) Once again write out a response to the post you've been given by randomizing a number 1 - 22 and matching your results to the Round 2 Queen's deck. This is what you witness in the mirror. It is always a future event, going from where your character is now/ their setting/ their past. So if they are a student this could be as soon as they graduate to years and years afterwards. Write it as you wish, this is something that hasn't actually happened at all, but more one the Queen manipulating your memories against you to present to you the "future". Your character may take this as a premonition, however they see fit, there is no word limit so write away! Basically you are writing a what if future with your rolled Queen's Deck prompt, and witnessing this event in the mirror. If you get repeats and you absolutely cannot work with the repeat, you may randomize number again. If you have your 10th card weapon, your character will have summoned it. - You can write more than 3 prompts if you want, so after you have rolled 3 times, go ahead and pick and choose one. Don't quote a random player after 3 times though, but you can quote anyone your character knows for some internal PRP time.
Step 2) Now select any player from Round 1 who's OOC RED Queen's card matches the BLUE card you rolled.
Whomever you choose will ICly have seen your future as well, on the other side of the mirror. They are hidden from view.
Step 3) As the mirror's image finally fades away, the future disappearing, you see the Queen's visage behind the mirror! You lunge forward to strike as she taunts you. As you do, the mirror shatters, to reveal that player behind it. You do 10 damage to them! Now, quote the player, write out your future prompt, and don't forget to in ooc quotes DESCRIBE your character. Use the ATTACKING FORM to help you out.
Step 4) Don't forget to check if YOU have been quoted/ attack. If you did, please write a reaction post to that too before rolling your own. Use the RESPONDING FORM to help you out. You can "attack back" if you wish. If you wish to do so quote the player. You do 10 damage back.
Step 4b) Make sure you keep track of your HP so if your HP hits 0, you are [ DEAD ]. Post in bold red your character is DEAD and post their DEATH SOLO
[ Writing a Death Solo ]: When your HP hits 0, your character gets KO'ed. However, if they didn't manage to get their mirror prompts in before hitting 0 HP, they are at 1 HP from all attacks regardless..That means only an attack AFTER they get their mirror prompts done can kill them. Their consciousness fades, though their (puppet) form still remains, without any life. At this point you can write a small [ Death Solo ] for them, basically a small solo of them dying. It is very tragic.
[ If you have been tagged ]: If another character tags you with their solo in this round, please respond to it if you can in a separate post! Make sure to quote them. That person cannot view your future (someone else will!), but you are welcome to react as you want to your theirs. You can "attack back" if you wish. If you wish to do so quote the player. You do 10 damage back.
[ ROUND 2 ATTACKING FORM: ]
[color=red][b][ ROUND 2 - ??? HP / 40 HP ][/b][/color] (POST THE CORRECT HP)
[i]Mirror prompt reaction here (what they saw in the mirror[/i].
Write an attack post out of them attacking your chosen target.
[quote="TARGET RPERS NAME HERE"] Your character attacks their character for 10 damage and shows this mirror prompt to them through the mirror![/quote] [quote="CARD I ROLLED ON ROUND 2 HERE"] Post your BLUE QUEEN'S CARD[/quote] [quote="MY STATS"] [b]My character's username:[/b] THIS SHOWS ABOVE THE PLAYER'S HEAD [b]My character's level:[/b] This also shows above their head [b]Character's HP:[/b] ALL CHARACTERS HP STARTS AT 30 [b]Character's Job Class:[/b] [b]Current party:[/b] Party members here if applicable. You can disband, leave or join a party at any time. [b]Current Guild:[/b] Guild here. You can disband, leave or join a guild at any time. [b]Location:[/b] Where applicable, if you are in another zone. [b]Small IC description of character:[/b] Description here! [b]Character journal:[/b] Link your BATTLE ENTRY LOG here [/quote]
[ ROUND 2 RESPONDING (in response to an attack) FORM: ]
[color=blue][b][ ROUND 2 REPLY TO CHARACTER NAME HERE: HP / 40 HP ][/b][/color] (POST THE CORRECT HP)
[i]Write their reaction to the mirror prompt they saw from the other player. [/i] This can be a good OR bad one.
Write anything they want to say to the other player, where applicable. They can "attack back" if they wish. If you wish to do so [b]quote the player[/b]. You do 10 damage back.
[quote="TARGET RPERS NAME HERE"] Your character's name's IC response AND any damage done. [/quote] [ Posting your Character's Stats in RP ] (applies to ORPS/PRPS/ Battle RPS where relevant) Code: [quote="MY STATS"] [b]My character's username:[/b] THIS SHOWS ABOVE THE PLAYER'S HEAD [b]My character's level:[/b] This also shows above their head [b]Character's HP:[/b] ALL CHARACTERS HP STARTS AT 30 [b]Character's Job Class:[/b] [b]Current party:[/b] Party members here if applicable. You can disband, leave or join a party at any time. [b]Current Guild:[/b] Guild here. You can disband, leave or join a guild at any time. [b]Location:[/b] Where applicable, if you are in another zone. [b]Small IC description of character:[/b] Description here! [b]Character journal:[/b] Link your BATTLE ENTRY LOG here [/quote]
[ TL;DR ]
1) Randomize a number between 1 - 22 and match it to the Queen's BLUE CARDS SET 2.
2) This time however, instead of attacking the Queen you attack another player. Go look at anyone who rolled for round 1. That person must have the same RED card type that you rolled the BLUE version for. OOC. So for example, I rolled BLUE "The Wheel of Fortune" this turn. I now skim the pages and on page 3, and found player Bob, who rolled RED "The Wheel of Fortune" in round one of the battle (currently we are on round 2). I quote them. Now I write my future prompt that I witnessed in the mirror. As the mirror breaks my character accidentally attacks the quoted person! I will rp this out as well as my character's mirror prompt! I do 10 HP for my attack auto damage. I will quote Bob's RPer and write that I have done 10 damage to them.
3) Bob now, should get my quote. If they do, they should reply to my post as they see fit, having seen your mirror from the other side. This is a group activity so please do respond to people who quote you. If Bob dies they should write a death solo. If not, they can respond to my post viewing the reaction/memory I had (where applicable) and then they too can create a new post, roll for a Queen's card, and match their card roll to someone in Round 1 who has the same card as them.
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its me debz generated a random number between
1 and 22 ...
18!
Leslie's Star [ ROUND 2 - 40 HP / 40 HP ] <******** if I know," Leslie confessed with a shrug. "We won, but I guess, that this game isn't ******** done with us yet? I dunno. I'm pretty easily confused--" He tugged his wrist away, but not unkindly. "I said it once, don't expect a repeat, damn, and. Uh."
Aleria curled inside his mind, stirring. "Gonna go ******** investigate and s**t-- be careful or whatever." It's not like he liked you or anything, Abbi.
The mirrors gleamed as he inched closer, wondering what they might bring, and--
--
You're grinning, launching yourself at someone from behind, as smug as you always are. Your target is another hunter, tall and blond and ... and handsome, in that ken doll kind of way, with the blond hair and the white teeth and the easy smile. He takes a moment to set down his clipboard before turning in your grip, and you are pushy, bitchy, you want a fight but not for real, you want to see him snap just enough to hold both your wrists in one hand.
But, for now, he laughs, and what he murmurs is a blur because he's kissing the shell of your ear, a light touch to the small of your back, and your wrists are, instead, locked around his neck, and you've got three tattoos (and not even one is his name, you are a fool but not always foolish) and your ears and elsewhere are pierced.
You are older, though, more than your barely-seventeen, filled out but still shorter than you care to be, but it doesn't matter, because he picks you up and sets you up on his desk, and you laugh, and it's genuine, and he smiles, and he doesn't love you and you don't love him but it's fun, and you're happy.
--
The memory fades, and the Queen's mocking face was all that was left for Leslie to see, and with a wordless howl, he raised his cleaver and <********," he hissed, "s**t, sorry, Taym, s**t. s**t."
rejam
Your character attacks their character for 10 damage and shows this mirror prompt to them through the mirror!
CARD I ROLLED ON ROUND 2 HERE
MY STATS
My character's username: k1ng My character's level: 63 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Dormouse Doctor Current Guild: < Eat Me > 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. Character journal:here
ayeavast
So Long Gay Bowser generated a random number between
1 and 22 ...
13!
Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 8:34 pm
[ ROUND 2 - 40 HP / 40 HP ]
Papa? I don't understand, papa... why can't I go outside? I want to see my friends!
How long had he been in this room for? Teddomination could not say. But the ground was cold, and he was so hungry. His Papa fed him, but not enough. Only to keep him alive. Never to satisfy him. Sometimes, Teddomination wondered if it might not be better if he died.
"A pathetic son like you has no friends," the older man growled, slamming the door on him once more.
It was not appropriate to say Teddomination began crying. Rather, he resumed- he had not stopped crying since he had been locked in here, alone.
Forgotten..
The image faded to the appearance of the queen, who laughed shrilly at him. Growling in anger, Teddomination dropped from Allan?'s side, and lashed out with his shears to the figure in the mirror.
It was not until it shattered, and he had struck the person on the other side with his great scissors, did Teddomination realize his mistake.
Seussi
I am so sorry, friend, you have been attacked by a small bear
CARD I ROLLED ON ROUND 2 HERE
MY STATS
My character's username: Teddomination My character's level: 73 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Hatter + Current party: N/A Current Guild: Raiders of the Lost Ark Location: The End Small IC description of character: A small, humanoid teddy bear that walks about on two paws and squeaks as he goes. Looks very well worn and loved, with multiple colors stitched together. Wearing a black Hatter's outfit Character journal:x
Baneful generated a random number between
1 and 22 ...
7!
Baneful Crew
Dramatic Hunter
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 8:35 pm
HP - 40/40
The castle was ideal. A perfect marriage of the mechanical and luxury, sprawling grounds littered with statues, a host of servants, and in every room several places for guests and inhabitants alike to recline and drift into lethargy at their pleasure. Zar was grown, fully filled out into himself physically and in mind, all lithe muscles and a sleek sweep of splayed horns. There was a cleverness in his nearly blind eyes and his wings were now strong and useful. He moved with a confidence and grace which was simultaneously fascinating and dangerous, like watching a snake move effortless through the undergrowth. And like said serpent his lethal tail curled behind him in an imitation of weightlessness borne like ballet from sheer muscle strength.
The door swung open and he stepped out from where he'd been entertaining a guest. He tugged his coat on over expensive silk shirt and rearranged his ruffles, sweeping his hair out of his face for the look of the thing. Tidied up once more, he made his way to the master bedroom. Or rather the master's bedroom. Even bedroom itself was a restrictive statement, there was certainly a bed but the room itself was a convenience, all things in one place. One side of the room was a makeshift inventor's studio and on the other storage. In between was everything a demon could desire in the day to day arranged and functioned by technology more mysterious to the Incubus than magic. Minimal expenditure was key and Barth had always taken it to artistic extremes.
The door opened effortlessly under his claws with a whirr of more hidden mechanisms and he pushed it wide, striding in.
"She seemed most amenable to the compromise." he said with a toothy smile, all pleased self-satisfaction. "The altered terms were very much to her favour. She said it would make her life immeasurably easier." Barth appeared to be napping, but he so often did, it didn't matter to Zar. He crossed the cluttered room and climbed up into the bed, latching onto the other demon with his tail, pulling him close, covetous, possessive. The thorns twisted back the way they always did, wary but welcoming.
He was happy, as happy as it was for a creature like him to be, and it still seemed remarkable. But the desires still lingered. There was one thing he wanted and it ran contrary to Barth's plans, but he did not ask for much, he only ever gave. "While I warmed her up, she mentioned their other operations."
Pressing his splayed palms to the other demon's flesh he slithered into his dreams, immersing himself in his emotions.
Intruding on Barth's dreams, he brought his own emotions and thoughts and set them openly in display.
They showed humans, real humans. Smuggled into their world and the creatures who facilitated it against the risks. The message was clear. The had the power, they had the influence. He wanted one.
And as the future faded he found himself face to face with the Queen. He narrowed his eyes, hissed at the interruption and thrust forward with his scimitar, shattering the mirror.
And accidentally stabbing Barth in the process.
"JACK. Sorry! Are you all right?!?"
<> My character's username: Defile My character's level: 26 Character's HP: 30 Current party: -- Current Guild: -- Small IC description of character: Demonic, with enormous wings, grey skin and large black swooping horns. A set of hooves and a timid and apologetic demeanour. Character journal:[x]
Toshihiko Two
The wrong kind of stabbing for 10
Silent Spy generated a random number between
1 and 22 ...
3!
Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 8:36 pm
[ ROUND 2 - 40 HP / 40 HP ]
Drunkenly tweeting your most intimate and adult-only photos online is always a bad idea. Tweeting that evidence with a closeted married man whose wife is in your social circle is an even worse idea. Unfortunately, a drunk Wyatt was known for his bad ideas - and the disastrous results that came with them.
Wyatt watched his life in Nashville collapse before his very eyes. His time in the city had an expiration date anyways - his time in every city had one until things went bad, and he couldn't think of a way that they could possibly get worse than that.
The horrific sight of this future disturbed McCowboy to his core. How could he make such a stupid mistake? While he was more than open about his own secrets, he was always cautious to protect the privacy of others - and to burn everything down in such a way when he was a victim of a similar outting experience. He felt sickened by it as he charged through the mirror to destroy it, inadvertently attacking a boy - just as he was attacking him!
Moonstone Dazzle
Your character attacks their character for 10 damage and shows this mirror prompt to them through the mirror!
CARD I ROLLED ON ROUND 2 HERE
MY STATS
My character's username: McCowboy My character's level: 62 Character's HP: 40/40 Character's Job Class: Gryphon + Current party: N/A Current Guild: N/A Location: Small IC description of character: A tall and muscular lightly freckled human with a brown and gold duster coat, tight red pants, and a slanted feathered cowboy hat. Character journal:[ BATTLE ENTRY LOG ]
Alex stood at the threshold of his room. Or his old room. He was clearing out of Amity today. Graduated. Could you believe it? Most of his family was coming to their home to have a giant party in celebration. Everything was absolutely 100% perfect. Except for one little thing. One tiny, adorable, fuzzy thing. Ulka.
He could hear the squeak of each pawstep as the bear walked over to Alex. There was silence, a deep and painful one that grew between them. No one wanted to start first, and neither of them had the bravery to look at one another. If Alex did, he would just break down, he'd lose himself completely once and for all.
"Alex? Alexis?" Ulka asked softly, tenatively, "Are you going to miss me? Do you love me still?"
It was over, Alex knew. Numbly he muttered, "No. I won't. and No. I don't.".
Alex ripped his eyes away from the mirror as the laughter came forward. It rippled out and clutched his soul. Crying out in anger, he attacked the mirror ruthlessly. It shattered immediately into a hundred pieces.
Toshiko Two
Sorry Man D: Nod got hit for 10 dmg
CARD I ROLLED ON ROUND 2 HERE
MY STATS
My character's username: BoiisonFIYAH My character's level: 57 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: White Rabbit Herald Current party: Teddomination Current Guild: Raiders of the Lost Ark Location: The End 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. Character journal:here
Syusaki generated a random number between
1 and 22 ...
6!
Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 8:38 pm
Round 2 - 40/40 He took a step back when multiple mirrors sprouted from the ground. In normal circumstances he would have admired the different mirrors with their ornate frames, but all he could note was the notable lack of White Queen reflected in the mirror’s surface. Then his face paled as different images began to flash in front of him. Familiar faces moved inside the mirror, but this couldn’t be happening. That had never happened—
”Something wrong?” He slid into the empty seat behind the young hunter. The assistant took a bite out of his apple, letting the loud crunch fill the temporary silence as he watched her gather her wits together.
A shaky hand ran through her hair, pulling back her bangs to reveal dark rings beneath her eyes. She took a deep breath before she admitted, “It’s just, I haven’t been sleeping well recently. After—“ The girl stopped, breath hitching just before she covered her mouth with one hand. She leaned forward as if she was about to heave.
Startled, he immediately stood up and tried to gently tug her toward a sink or trashcan, but she managed to hold it in. He eased himself back into his seat with a hand rubbing her back comfortingly like a parent would. “I can’t really offer a cure-all, but eventually you’ll get used to it. You have to.” Smiling sympathetically, he shrugged helplessly as he folded his hands together and twiddled his thumbs.
His smile turned soft when he looked down. “I know it’s rough, and it’ll never stop, but you picked this life for a reason, right? You have to remember why you’re here in the first place.”
“I suppose, but it’s so hard to remember!” She leaned forward, her forehead pressing against the table’s cool surface.
“I know, but you’ll figure it out. We’re very adaptive, resilient creatures,” he whispered, reaching out to squeeze her shoulder one last time before standing up to leave her to her own thoughts for the moment.
And in the blink of an eye, he saw the Queen’s familiar face. He tensed, immediately grabbing his dual sickles and throwing it at the mirror. The rabbit pulled back the weapon by its rope extension, and as he realized who was truly behind the mirror his ears pressed firmly against his head. “Oh God. I’m so sorry—I didn’t…!”
hanging gallow
Your character attacks their character for 10 damage and shows this mirror prompt to them through the mirror!
MY STATS
My character's username: R0GU3R4BB1T My character's level: 87 (50 EXP) Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: White Rabbit Herald Current party: n/a Current Guild: Vicious Streak Location: n/a Small IC description of character: A rather tall lad with black hair and red streaks. Donned in red and white. Although he seems a bit confused, he takes it all in stride and comes across as rather amiable. Character journal:link
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Bittiface
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 8:38 pm
[ ROUND 2 - 40 HP / 40 HP ] (POST THE CORRECT HP: dont tell em how to live my life)
All his regrets led him back. Crawling back to Death. He'd been born for that division. The loneliness, the individual responsibility. Information seeking. That's all he knew after all, and he'd yet to find a suitable candidate to take back his work.
It came with costs. Caelius didn't much care for fickleness in his Division. He'd been knocked back to the bottom again. Flung out a window and beaten to a pulp. His natural gift seemed to be surviving unnatural things. Maybe he'd be the next Mark after all.
A year would go by, and he slowly worked himself back to the top. He fought tirelessly to attain the power he'd once held. Like before, he never found praise or even an indication he was going the right way or doing the right thing. Only backlash, tempers and broken emotions. Constantly his work and ethics were doubted. And once again he would doubt himself and his abilities. He'd doubt his intentions. And doubt himself.
He sought new projects, trying in vain to find a purpose. To meet some high expectation of usefulness beyond simply existing outside His Highness's radar.
He came crawling back to this. He'd left for all these reasons. Never knowing what to do, faulted for every wrong turn. Lost, hopelessly so. Everything was always murky and unclear. He had power, but no knowledge to wield it. He had the best of intentions but no success to prove it.
Was this the future he'd always be met with? No matter what universe, he would always be doubted. Always.
Truly, perhaps, he should have just died instead of ran. .
The mirror's idea of a future enraged him. His blood boiled, his temper flared. He wished and hoped for a better future for himself, to make something better of himself than a useless shell lacking any potential. He was always nothing more than the plaything of his enemies, and the disappointment of his superiors. No effort or good intentions would save him from that.
A glimmering trident formed in his hands, and with an enraged cry out, he thrust the weapon into the mirror, shattering it to pieces, and driving the points into something...
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MY STATS
My character's username: Gravity My character's level: 28 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: White Rabbit Herald Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character:Visual Character journal:Here
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