Aisha stared at the creature that interrupted her patrol. She had a moment of shock, frozen and contemplative, then awe at what it was and what it showed. She was tempted and drawn in, wondering if there was some truth hidden in it’s door because she knew there was something missing for her, some meaning she was lacking in her life.
She had an apartment. It was tiny and it was over her father’s clinic but it was hers and it was perhaps the only thing in her life that really gave her happiness. She had her own space to dance and play music, to smoke and meditate, to pray to whatever she was praying to that week. She’d burn sage to drive away the shadows she’d always seen in corners but her father was a man of science, a doctor, and she should have been one too.
And when she wasn’t she should have been a nurse. And when she wasn’t that she should have been an X-Ray tech or an MRI specialist. But instead she worked the desk at his clinic while trying to spend her nights as a DJ because loud noises, loud music, the rhythm of dancing and bodies drove away the things that haunted the corners of her life.
And then one day she got an offer to make a difference and to really battle what haunted her. She’d felt fulfilled for a while, like she’d found her niche, but the militaristic thing wasn’t her style either and somehow her unwitting medical knowledge put her in the Life Division. She was surrounded by scientists and doctors and suddenly she didn’t feel so far from how she did back home..
“What are you listening to?” A young man had asked her one day from his hospital bed. He was back from a mission to the Sahara and the Famine horsemen were an unforgiving type. It was her turn to do rounds, which was not much more than giving food and drinks, writing things down, and changing bandages.
“Oh it’s umm.. Some new EDM stuff. Well new to me, you know how long it takes us to get anything good..” Her earbud (just the one) was tugged out guiltily.
“Can I listen?” He looked so bored, so hopeful, that she couldn’t help a smile and nod as she sunk into the chair beside his bed. The other earbud was offered and she leaned so they could both listen.
She wasn’t sure how long they’d sat and listened but he was happy when she left.
Aisha, for the first time here, felt like she had genuinely helped someone.
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Character's name: Aisha Character's division: Life Character's journal link: [X] Character's arcana Judgement BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Dark-skinned young woman with braids, several colors woven into her natural black hair, and a funky style of dress. Uses a sound gun. Obsessed with music and slightly spiritual.
Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2017 1:11 pm
Chao was on her normal patrol route making sure that everything was fine at the gate to Deus. She felt a pull on her mind as Ather tried to get her attention. Something felt wrong to the weapon. Immediately Chao summoned him ready for a fight. As she looked around for the source of the strange feeling she felt the ground rumble before splitting open as some black substance oozed out and started twisting into a towering form.
She noticed the sound of distant clicking as the being moved and whired away. Well now she knew what had Ather on edge so much, there was something wrong with this thing. As she watched ready to fight she noticed that parts of the black creature turned into inky gears that soon became doors.
Without even realizing it Chao had begun to walk towards one of the door and soon found herself inside it. Suddenly she founder her self watching a memory.
Cadence was walking down the street listening to her music, her eyes where looking around her to see if she could spot any of those weird shadows she kept seeing. When she got back to her house no one was home.
Shortly there was a knock on the door and she answered, it was people from deus. They somehow noticed that she could see the shadows and offered her a chance to fight them. At first she didn't want to go but she wanted to protect the people she loved so she decided to fight.
Just as suddenly she found her self watching a much newer memory. It was of a mission not to long ago. She was with another hunter and they where checking out this weird pet shop and she ended up training a weird fish and getting to keep one. It was strange but she had enjoyed hanging out with Paige and Andrew when she went with him later on. The fish jumping contests where enjoyable.
And then Chao found that she was back at Deus, instead of lost in her own memories staring at a large shadow creature with a huge clock. She assumed the door that was there had been the one she had gone too. While she didn't know what it was, she had signed up to protect people so she would stand her ground and fight it.
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Cal
Patrols were a duty left to anyone regardless of division and rank - unless you were tops then forget about that kind of labor. Cal actually liked walking the grounds a lot and while he usually did it to clear his head or to get his energy back, getting paid to do it was even better. As a Sun, it was just another additional to an ongoing expectation to be fit as a newly-tuned fiddle.
Usually he felt at peace walking the grounds, but something prickled at the back of his neck and he couldn't help turning about quickly every so often to check if anyone was coming down the trail with him. After a while, he tried to reason with himself about the feeling but it wouldn't let up but got worse. After a moment, he had to stop as he felt more unnerved and paranoid by the little shiver, and just as he turned, the ground started to split. Not used to earthquakes of any kind, he gripped the gate for support and watched with fixed focus on the shape that poured out like gelatinous tar as it pulled itself into some shape he couldn't make out. The more he stared, the more he tried to rationalize it to something familiar in his mind, and as he did, he sipped away from the gate. The more he stared, the more reason tried to place a label and the more each label didn't stick.
Before long, he found himself staring at a door, and through that door, his mind went to other places.
A place where he stood at the back of his dad's boat, shouted out throw the mist of pelting cold rain as he worked to toss out another set of nets. The day was bleak and miserable as the entire month had been, and the more he stared into the steel cold waters, the more he saw the shapes that swam with them. What little relief was the few new hires they had this trip, and he looked up with what little hope he had that maybe this time, unlike all the other times, they would not get burned out and leave. Maybe this time there wouldn't be better pay or maybe this time his dad wouldn't get uncomfortable with him staring and make an excuse to fire them. There were always others to hire, and there was always a better job when they went aboard. Everyone else that came and went and he was still upon the same boat like his brothers too, and soon he would melt down into something shapeless and cold like the water under him. Maybe this time he'd just fall off too and make everyone's lives easier.
Jerking awake, he stepped back from the shape, covering his mouth as he stared at the shape, the dark, and the door with a clock and thought maybe he had spent up an opportunity here and the boat was coming back for him. The past was coming back for him, and an ocean of dread washed over him like distant rains.
Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2017 2:46 pm
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TG hated walking. What accounted for a long walk for some was even longer for him. The sun was too hot that he had to make sure his scalp was extra oiled and protected and yet already the tips of his ears were looking red and burnt. This was work for a Sun or a Mist, and he missed the cozy AC of his desk with the chime of so many shiny desk novelties. Cracking his knuckles, he pulled the cuff of his silk dress shirt, checked his watch, and stopped by the gate to take a breather. Being short had so few advantages and none involved walking.
Out of nowhere, he shivered and looked back, scratching the back of his neck as he glared out. While no one was there, he wasn't about to fool himself with the idea that no one was watching. His department specialized in it, and being near the gate was just a easy station point to position a camera or anything else. Grumbling, he gritted his teeth as the ground shook, and he wondered if a gas line or mutant plant was exploding out. Stumbling to the ground, he stared out as a figure pooled out and formed, standing as far as he could tell, before looking to him.
He would have fun if he was gripped by the desire just to watch, like a horrific car crash that was still going on and you wanted to join in with just to feel involved. Something you could get movie rights too later on and show up on Hot Topic Today. Rising up, he dusted his pants off as he moved closer.
And he sat, at a desk, staring at a screen, with rows upon rows of countless numbers with rows upon rows of figures and statistics that explained that there was a cement ceiling above keeping him at his spot. His family had connections, but they were picky with how far they would let him go, and highlighted a plan ages in advanced.
And he was bored in seeing a path with barricades on either side funneling him to a destination. Too easy.
Shivering again, he blinked out of the moment to stare at the figure, lost in what to do and what it was doing here.
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2017 4:33 pm
Patrols had increased in the aftermath of the storm. Everyone was outside more than inside, always returning soaking wet from the tropical storms, and he was no exception to this rule. Today it was his turn to get rained on. He didn't expect to see much - nobody had reported anything unusual. It was just a chance to get away from Alek and her insistence that he re-write his reports for the hundredth time.
As if Medea would ever see it under the hundreds of other papers she'd never file...
Aymet didn't sense it so much as his weapon did. A sudden shift, a spike in danger. It should have been him to see it first, though. So much for being a model Death Hunter.
But it wasn't the usual sort of welcome distraction. No shadowlings, no deep-sea titans today. Instead it was something.... different. Odd. Dangerous. A dark shape surrounded by clocks, which burst into dozens of doors --
Dozens of doors to dozens of buildings on the streets of a city he had pushed to the back of his mind. It was nighttime, easily past midnight, and the windows reflected the alternating red and blue of police lights. The police hadn't taken him seriously - who would honestly believe his account of what had happened? A man was dead, and all Aymet had seen were 'shadows'. They told him it was stress. Nerves. Nobody believed him, except for one of the officers, who seemed almost out-of-place with her interest in his story.
Pulling him aside, she explained her true purpose, as simply as she could. Underneath the collar of the police uniform he noted a flash of a simple white coat with pristine gold trim - and accepted her offer of employment.
He blinked, once, and he was staring down the shape again, and a chaotic mess of letters and numbers spread across the entirety of the clock face. It was... a puzzle?
NAME: Aymet Menethil DIVISION: Death Full Hunter ARCANA: The Devil DESC: Tall, dark, dreadlocks, icy blue eyes. Decent number of skeletal tattoos under his clothes, including his arms, and a pair of skeletal wings on his back. Shows them off fairly often.
Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2017 5:34 pm
The sudden voice of her weapon, who normally kept to himself, brought her to a stop on her patrol. She cocked her head to the side, an old habit whenever Silvermane would speak to her after she got the weapon. Her trainers tried to break her of it, but she stubbornly kept it. An unfortunately sort of tell.
"I don't see anything, Wolfie," she said, glancing behind her. "Yer just ov---"
The ground split open beneath him and something, something dark and wrong slithered up from her feet and consumed her. A hundred thousand doors formed before her, and she stepped through the first door---
Anna learned early to keep the shadows to herself. It was easier than being laughed at. When you already towered over your classmates, and had an accent everyone tried to beat out of you, the less of a target you made yourself, the better. That didn't stop a lot of people though.
So Anna fought. She fought anything and everything that moved, that got in her way, that made her feel weak and small and powerless.
They found her beaten bloody and tore to shreds, but with an unending fire and a determination of a million suns--
The memory changed.
asked her weapon with skeptiscim. Anne cracked her knuckles and rolled her shoulders. <...Anna....>
"Pulease, Wolfieh, it'll beh fiiiiinneeeee" she said, charging the bladed wyvern with reckless abandon. The Sun hunter let out a whoop and swung up on the wyvern she tried to tame.
She --
She stared at the clock face, not sure what to do with it. Too many numbers and letters and.... wanting of something...
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Character's name: Anna Mikael Character's division: Sun Character's journal link:Here Character's arcana Wheel of Fortune / Group C BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall Sun hunter with long brown hair in a braid. She wields a pair of daggers she affectionately calls 'Wolfy' who's real name is Silvermane.
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2017 5:47 pm
Lyra knew immediately that something was wrong with this. Something was wrong even as she felt pulled towards the strange doors, even as she entered it. This was bad news, wasn’t it?
Past
“I’m not going back.”
She knew this place. She knew it her heart and her gut before she even really saw it. Her home, the room where she’d grown up. Small and cozy. It smelled like cheap incense and dust.
She’d never see it again.
“I’m not and you can’t make me.” She’d left. She’d walked out of that room past her father and she’d not looked back. She wasn’t going back to that stupid school to see those stupid people. She didn’t need to graduate – she was 18 and old enough to be on her own and do her own thing. She was going to somewhere where people didn’t make fun of her for a little different. Where they didn’t call her crazy and laugh at her because of a few things she’d said. How was she to know that she wasn’t normal?
It was all because she’d lost that fight. If she’d won none of this trouble would have happened. But she’d –
The scene shifted. Hours later, she’d sat to watch the sunrise. It had been cold – she could feel that now.
It was odd, see this memory, living it. She knew what was coming yet she somehow didn’t.
And there he was. He’d have been creepy if his smile wasn’t so friendly.
“Lyra Fellsworth?”
“Yeah? Look, I’m old enough to be out here. They can’t report me—“
“I know. I’m not here because your parents sent me. Look, did your dad ever talk about your Uncle Dan?”
“Yeah. Why? You a friend of his? He’s been dead since before I was born so-“
“He’s not been dead that long. Look. I’m gonna tell you a story—“
The scene shifted again.
The Present
Lighthouse duty. It wasn’t the greatest but it wasn’t the worst. There were much worse things to be assigned to.
“Right,” she was saying. “So then I told him to get a life, and the look he gave me!!” She laughed. “He stormed off saying something about how it wasn’t funny because he’d been kicked out of Life, but we can all agree that’s exactly WHY it was so hilarious.”
The other hunter laughed with her. It was good to have friends who—
Now
She was suddenly back in the now, the real now, standing in front of… a clock door? What? She looked around. “What am I supposed to do now? Go through you again?” The last door had led to memories. She looked up at the shadow then back at the clock. Oh. Oh! Look at that. Did she need some kind of code to get through the door?
She looked back up at the shadow. “How am I supposed to figure this out?”
Lyra sighed. “Ok. I’ll see what I can do. I mean. I just have to figure out where to start. And figure out the right combination…”
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2017 5:58 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2017 6:42 pm
They often came without warning back then, that was the way of it. Turbulent, unrelenting, unpredictable. Venezuela was a s**t hole then and became a bigger s**t hole after Shik had left, but at least it was a s**t hole he knew. He knew what places didn't have this or that political affiliation, who had been hit up by one of the gangs, whose store might be next, whose child had been at the wrong place and said the wrong thing. It was always a gamble, and he used to hate it. But growing up in chaos made you learn to, if not love it, adapt to it. The only stability he knew was that his old man was a drunk b*****d and his mother was too weak to do anything about it. And that too was the way of it.
So he tried to rebel against that. Years of it. Scheming with his cohorts, attempting legitimate jobs, hawking his athleticism or his culo'e puya near or in the airport. The tourists sympathetic to his cause didn't mind passing coins occasionally, even though he'd have to exchange them at a place later; and hell, finding one that didn't ******** you over in that regard was harder than finding an honest man in his neighborhood. And eventually, when the risk of going home too late outweighed the benefits of doing so, he left entirely.
Meeting a shady man in a shady place wasn't exactly uncommon. Power, money, a chance to get the hell out of this country? Shik might as well have signed the contract in blood.
Blood. He remembered--
It stung. He didn't really remember--wait. It came in fuzzy patches. Something about a reaper, a giant stone scorpion...Shik saw the blurred outline of a woman on his bed, vibrant aquamarine hair. Shaheen. It hit him then and made his face throb even more. The artifact--
She shushed him and pressed down on the bandage over his right eye to make sure it was stuck fast. He groaned. Gone, she said. Liquified by the acid from that thing. He should be grateful it didn't burn straight to his brain. No, she wouldn't be so lucky.
You're alive, he pointed out, forcing some of his usual smugness into his voice.
No ******** thanks to you, she retorted. You started screaming and fell over. I was going to dodge its stinger just fine.
Not while that reaper thing was blasting you with magic. She scoffed. There were bandages on her too. Not extensive, but he imagined she was in pain too.
You're welcome, he said.
You stupid a*****e, she said.
And they both began to grin at the same time, despite the pain. For a moment time seemed to stop.
Time.
He had no sense of it here. In the blackness with his fellow hunters, facing a being of unknown power, whose silhouettes reminded him of--
"Oh." He huffed a growl. "God damn it, puzzles?"
Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2017 8:22 pm
Iyari was skeptical of the whole damn thing. Clocks were inherently creepy to her, she especially hated the ones that looked like cats and made loud "ticking" noises throughout an entire house. She hated how they chimed for you to get up, chimed for you to go to sleep... all slaves to the damn clock. However, how much she hated clocks she was sure whatever was going to come out of it, she was going to make a lot worse.
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{PAST}
Bloody knuckles was a game that dumb jocks often played at her high school. They'd punch each other until their knuckles split open, bleed and then throw-down with a bro-down soon after. She thought it was dumb, a complete waste of time and it made no sense to wantonly bash your knuckles until they bled and whoever could shoulder the blow best, won. Apart from how stupid the game was, what was more stupid was allowing people to think that she of all people played it.
Today wasn't different.
The bandages over her hands were fresh, though specks of the brown colored dry blood were all over forearms and face as she carried herself away from the school. It was the fourth time in that month, and she cursed under her breath with each new step. The whispers were always there... how she was a bad apple, couldn't even keep her younger brother in line. Truth was she hadn't thought to need anyone, so here she was bearing the brunt of their rumors as her hands trembled in both anger and annoyance.
To her, this wasn't a game. It was life or death... and the shadows weren't going away. "Damn things." She muttered again, opening a pack of gum and sliding a piece into her mouth and she chewed away at it like a cow with grass. It was a distraction tactic, just to get herself away from it. This time, it had been bigger and appeared right in the mirror of the college bathroom. Iyari hadn't hesitated when she smashed it, chasing whatever dark creature back to hell with a quick set of blows from her hands. It was how the kickboxing came back from her many years of study, but now had landed her in hot water.
"Tch. If they only knew." Iyari shoved another piece of gum into her mouth, slowing her pace as it became apparent she was followed. "If you're another one of those things, I'll punch you in your smug a** face too." Iyari turned back with a snarl, only to find a librarian looking woman behind her. The woman moved, asking her about the shadows and how she saw them and it was all really super boring until...
"Do you want to stop them?"
A smirk graced her face. "Damn right I do."
{PRESENT}
They were inseparable most of the time, at least when Iyari wasn't being put through the Pit for the 80 billionth time. Lately she'd been groggy, sluggish... Things that were not normal for her. Sitting for lunch she could see her coming with a large drink. Did she have a strawberry shake? How the hell... Iyari didn't care about the grogginess now. She needed that shake, would kill for it. Luckily she was there to deliver. Though they were always on missions, she needed the little down time to remember why she was doing what she was doing. How it helped.
Honestly, without her... she probably wouldn't stick around.
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Ripping back from her memories she glared at the darkness in front of her. "Son of a b***h." It was this kind of BS that made her want to rip spines out of people. Athena protested loudly. Yet Iyari couldn't hear her entirely. The damn ticking was still going on and she gripped the kopis blade like she was dying.
"I'm going to rip this thing a new one." CLOCKS OF ALL THINGS!!
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Character's name: Iyari Kairis Character's Division: Sun Stage: Full Hunter Character's journal link:[ Journal ] Character's arcana The Sun BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Iyari stands 5'3'' and all sass. Her long red hair is in a ponytali with goggles on her head. Her coat is white with green on the fringes and she has a green scarf. Her weapon is a kopis blade which makes the sass x 100. A potent combo and go go go go attitude! Arcana Levels/Bonuses: Here
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2017 8:47 pm
Patrolling itself wasn't particularly atypical. Ignacio had gotten used to that, even the increased patrolling that had come recently since the island had been so damaged.
What he wasn't used to was the feeling of unease.
At the urging of his weapon, Ignacio turned to take a look over his shoulder. That was odd, there was nothing there. Maybe he was just being paranoid.
Of course, Ignacio had also learned that paranoia usually had some sort of source, and so he honestly should have expected the ground to open up underneath him and something to come leaking out. He didn't expect it to be so big, though, or so vision-encompassing. Ignacio gulped. He didn't like this. He really didn't like this. He didn't--
A door.
Unable to stop himself, Ignacio pushed through it.
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"You see them, don't you?"
"What?" Ignacio had been staring intensely at the corner of an alleyway, attempting to see something. He swore that there was something there. A shadow with no source, it seemed. Ignacio swore he saw it moving.
"There, the shadow?"
What Ignacio hadn't been expecting was for someone to point straight at the apparition. Honestly, his whole life, he had been convinced he was the only one who could see them. When he tried to talk to anyone else about them, they declared he was making up fanciful stories and that those stories should have been left behind in elementary school. The others sometimes tried to suggest he belonged in a ward.
"I do, actually." He murmured, turning to eye the woman who was speaking to him with a significant level of suspicion. "Are you pulling my leg? Did they set you up to--"
"No one set me up to this, but I can set you up with something." Ignacio quirked a brow. "I'm sorry, that was a bad attempt at a joke. But seriously, if you come with me, I can show you just how much is really there in the shadows." Both of Ignacio's brows raised. "Seriously. I realize this must sound a bit--"
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"You did it."
Ignacio grinned, picking up the key he had been handed. His own office! He could decorate it however he wanted. Maybe he could turn it into something like a Mist party--
"Don't turn it into a Mist party room."
Dammit.
"Congratulations on your specialization, Ignacio. We're happy to have you."
Ignacio's fingers curled around his key. He was happy to be there, too.
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Ignacio let out a gasp as he was suddenly brought back into the present, staring into an abnormally large shadow. There was a door in front of it, with a soft ticking he could hear from a clock hanging from it. The clock had letters and numbers on each facet.
What was--
A puzzle?
This was some sort of puzzle. Ignacio would have to figure it out.
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Character's name: Ignacio Svarog Character's division: Mist Character's journal link:Journal Character's arcana Chariot BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Ignacio is a specialist Mist hunter with red hair, golden eyes, and freckled, pale skin that clearly wasn't made for the Bermuda Triangle environment. He stands at 5'11" and usually has a giant grin on his face.
Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2017 9:09 pm
She had never liked to call her life hard. Challenging, maybe, to have grown up poor, with too many brothers and sisters to look after, with parents who worked day and night to make ends meat. She had been the oldest, and thus the one most responsible for looking after the others, and yet she didn't resent them, yet, not the children, not her mom and dad. They were happy, relatively healthy, they had each other, they had life, and while each day provided new challenges and struggles, Shaheen had always considered their survival reward enough.
As she'd grown older still, she began to appreciate the country she lived in to be one of great beauty, even if it was also one of destitution. The festivals were always vibrant and colorful things, full of music, great food, and laughter, and the natural landscape was breathtaking, the jungles, the beaches, the mountains...
She had found that she had an athletic streak, and while her family couldn't afford much, she could still play soccer on the streets with other children, and could still find somebody to teach her capoeira for a tray of fresh pão de queijo.
Those were just the good times, though. There had been plenty of bad to go along with them. Her mother, crying over the body of her infant child, who had died in her sleep, entangled in her blankets and smothered. Her father, and his shifty dealings that he made in an attempt to bring home more money, backfiring to leave them with even less than before.
The shadows that plagued her. She couldn't even remember a time when they weren't there.
Despite herself, and all of her efforts, as time went on, she began to know bitterness, and pain, and heartbreak and she did not like it, and as she became to expect it more and more, the more she closed herself off to it, her emotions shutting down, and all of her aspirations along with them.
When an offer for something different came, from a complete stranger who somehow knew so much about her, and about her life, an offer for so much more, and a chance to get away, to branch off on her own, to cut the ties that bound her to the life she'd been leading for the last 20 years, to do something bold, and courageous, and heroic?
Selfishly, but without doubt, she had agreed.
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Sometimes she just liked to sit on the beach and stare out at the waves, the wind whipping at her hair, tousling it in long curled strands behind her. She would sit, with her phone on silent so that it could not interrupt her, and she would try not to think about anything. She let the sound of the ocean as it crashed against the shore fill her, she would let the smell of the sea and the misting spray that landed in minuscule droplets upon her skin take her someplace else, someplace more like home.
She usually only did this after a particularly harrowing incident, and the bandages that were wrapped around most of her left arm and the side of her neck were a pretty clear indicator of just that. But it wasn't the injury that had shaken her. She had never really feared death for herself. Hell, there were times when it seemed she ran towards it eagerly, with a grin on her face.
It was him. He was the one that had to go and almost die, the self-sacrificing nit-wit, and now she was upset because it had hurt her, when she had thought nothing could hurt her anymore, and she had been frightened, when she thought that that was no longer possible.
a*****e. She thought, as she closed her eyes, breathing in deep the scent of fish and salt, seaweed and brine.
Hey. He was there, slumping down in the sand next to her, an open bottle in hand, which he held out towards her when she opened her eyes and turned to look at him.
She looked at the bottle, then to his eyes. No, eye, just the one, now. She wondered how long it would take her to get used to that. Wordlessly, she reached out to snatch the bottle away from him, and for a moment contemplated chucking it out into the waves, before she instead took a long swig and passed it back.
Hey, came her reply.
And then they had both just sat there, in silence, for once, the two of them not engaging in banter or petty insults that she knew neither of them really meant, and it was nice.
It was then that she understood that she loved him, even if she'd never say it out loud.
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s**t, what was going on? She was faced with a clock. No wait, not a clock, a---
She frowned. <********>, she hated puzzles.
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Zana always felt a bit uneasy, so it was fair to say her weapon's complaining completely missed her notice initially as part of the standard uneasy buzz she had running through her mind at all times of day.
Unfortunately for her, this time, there was actually something to it.
She jumped backwards in alarm as the shadows rose from the ground, clutching tightly to her weapon as if that would make things a bit easier. (It didn't.) There were doors, so many doors, so many shadows -- and for some reason, one of the doors called to her.
She didn't know why it did, but she felt the need to walk through.
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Zana frowned.
She had seen it when her boss's patient had walked into the office that day. Over the patient was hanging a shadow, almost like a parasite, sucking something from his mind. No wonder his shoulders drooped so low and the slightest tick seemed to make him jump. It wasn't the first time she had seen the shadows.
Honestly, she was convinced that the reason why she was so good at reading people was because she could physically see their problems, at times.
It wasn't until a patient came in when she was about to lock the office doors that she realized that no, she wasn't visualizing people's troubles. Not really. "Do you see the shadows? I do too." That was what he said. Zana was stunned, uncertain how to respond, letting her clipboard clatter to the ground.
Someone else, like her?
"It's not what you think you are, Zana. And with me, you'll have the power to save your fellow man from them. We can stop them."
Zana did not have a hero complex, but she did have an endless will to make people happy and safe. That, alone, drove her to accept.
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The sun hunter next to her was out of breath.
"Are you okay?" Zana dropped her weapon, much to her weapon's complaint, and rushed over to the hunter, gathering him before he fell to the ground. His smile was weak, but it was present. Perhaps that alone should have brought her some relief.
It did not, though, and he could tell. He quirked a brow at her, before letting out a breathless laugh just a few moments later. "Of course I'm okay. I'm a Sun Hunter. We're always okay."
She quirked a brow.
"Okay, that's a lie. But we're always okay when we have a good Moon Hunter around. I'll just need some time in the infirmary."
Zana could handle that.
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When Zana opened her eyes back up, she was faced with a long shadow and a single, multi-faceted clock on a door.
She walked over, slowly, reaching out and placing her hand on the series of numbers and letters she was presented with. Did this mean something?
She'd have to figure it out.
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Character's name: Zana Sisulu Character's division: Moon Character's journal link:Journal Character's arcana Hierophant BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Zana is a trainee Moon hunter with dyed purple hair, violet eyes, and dark skin. She stands at 6'3" and has a curvy build, though she tries her best to not look very intimidating. With how nervous she looks most of the time, it's probably working.
Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2017 9:58 pm
While it was routine, Meara didn't mind when it was her shift to patrol outside the gates. It was something else to do without leaving the compound or island as well as experience needed to help her grow as a Hunter. Either way the patrol had been pretty normal before the familiar voice of her weapon-partner was saying she had senses something following them. With a frown the brunette turned to check and saw nothing only for the ground to spit something black the slowly made it's form take shape while showing it's height off.
Her eyes were wide as she stared at it, not making any moves to attack the shadowy creature just yet, but then she felt panic as she ended up moving towards one of the doors it made. There was no warning after opening it, she was just suddenly in a memory of the distant past.
~She walked along the road back home alone, having had no one agree to walk with her this time. Each step she took had her checking the shadows for movement that could happen at any time. How many times had she seen the things that other's claimed weren't there? How many times had she been laughed or scorned or even checked for a medical problem after telling people about the shadows? Too many times before she had stopped telling people about them. Too many times before her silence on the subject let her have a life with friends and family.
As she walked along she never let her guard down and wasn't surprised when just before she got to her house was one of the shadowy figures showed up. She was however surprised when someone else showed up. Someone who could also see the shadow and was able to defeat it. When the shadow was scared off by the person in white with a pole arm, Meara stood there as she was approached by the stranger with a smile on their face.
Before the memory could finish with what she knew was going to happen, Meara found herself in a different memory.
~Meara jogged along the beach, getting one last little bit of time out on it before the storm hit. It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Jacob Spinar had said he would join her in a few minutes while talking about possibly swimming. Nope not at all. And the reason why she had her bathing suite on underneath her clothes was just in case she decided to take a dip herself. The brunette slowed down on the sand and looked out at the ocean with a smile, taking in the beauty even with the waves being a bit more choppy then normal thanks to the closing in storm. She was torn away from the sight as a familiar voice called out to her and she turned.
Suddenly she was blinking as the memory faded and she was back to standing in front of the shadowy creature. This time though there is just a clock in front of it and she moved to carefully investigate. It was a puzzle?
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Character's name: Meara Character's division: Moon Trainee Character's journal link:Journal Character's arcana Magician Wild Card BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER + Friendly, Determined, Confident - Jealous, Overprotective, Moods shift like water
Arcana Bonus: Herself - Pick any pet minipet you own on the minis site to RP with them. - Participate in one additional part time job per day. - Earn a max of 6 arcana points per thread. - Use an additional Charged Attack. - Gain +5 arcana points a day without doing anything. - Use a weapons golem. - Gain +2 arcana bonus from other players. - Submit 1 additional raffle ticket a day. - Gain double the loot from a boss ORP once it has been concluded - Ride and summon any apex minipet. - Customize the appearance of a runic weapon. - Wild card arcana
Others - Grant +2 arcana bonus to other players. - Wild card arcana
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2017 10:25 pm
[Jin Komura]
Her voice was soft, barely even a whisper leaving Jin raising a quizzical brow at what the creature weapon, the colorful bangs falling over his eyes as he turned around. There was now an annoyed look as he attempted to push his bangs back trying to place the sudden uneasiness he felt with the gate. It looked...normal. Briefly. As Jin took another step forward the ground split, bubbling black like tar leaked up, shaping and filling into a shape. There was no time to react before Jin found himself swept through.
[Past]
The violet eyes could always see them, no matter how much Jin had tried to ignore them, to hide behind contacts, glasses. No matter how much he tried to get away from the land, swim out into the sea, sit letting the waves rock him back and forth the shadows were still there. Even today as Jin sat on the beach, running the white sand through his fingers, ignoring squeals of kids as they ran back and forth from the water amused. The phone next to him buzzed again, he didn’t look at it knowing that it was his mother calling, screaming from the fact that she had been notified from someone that he hadn’t bothered to show up for classes again. Every inch of his life had been planned by her, every movement, every grade, every little detail of his life was in that woman’s hands and he hated every moment of it. It wouldn’t be long before she sent a chauffeur, someone to collect him from the beach because she knew that was the only place he would ever run to to escape.
A shadow fell over his spot, causing him to look up. A man, giving an offer he couldn’t refuse, an escape, permanently.
[Present]
Another door, another memory as Jin thought about his life on the island, the people he had met, the things he had done. Despite the hurricane and the few other occasional problems that arose he had been rather happy there as a hunter. He had even made a few friends, though those words could be considered debatable since he had yet to figure out what exactly Jacob and Wan had seen in him. They had the other day invited him to see a movie, and even though he had said no in order to avoid them he had been glad they had considered him. It was the first time anyone who either weren’t hand picked by his mother or paid by her that offered to do something genuinely fun with Jin. It brought a smile to his face, a short brief one that if anyone mentioned or saw it he would likely punch them in the gut for it but overall pleased to be there.
He was pulled away again, to another door, a clock, and the sense of something searching, looking from the darkness. It made Jin feel uneasy again, he wanted to escape, to get back to the memories he had and the happiness he was sharing.
