Remember? n0ms flinched at the word as the world became dark around her. Everything else was a blur. The other figure, falling for a long while... it was all dead to her the moment the word was spoken and her body shuddered as the thought came back, the memory of it coming back again...
NIGHTMARE
Please.
The words rang out in the darkness over and over again as the petite ghoul continued to walk among the ill-formed world. Beyond her vision was a mist, a heavy veil masking the shapes of what would be buildings. There was no skip in her step, no bounce or even smile as she continued to wander aimlessly. Something was amiss.
"Hello?"
The words were hollow and echoed back to her sensitive ears, sending a shiver down her spine. It wasn't even her voice that came back to her, it was foreign and meek, nothing like her excited self. It made her shudder again and she stopped, holding onto herself. Her breath was chilled and Mea made a squeak, her ears recoiling tightly to her body.
Empty.
"Is someone there?!" She yelled, looking out into the veiled darkness, trying to make out any familiar shape.
Suddenly there was a clack of footsteps in the distance and her ears bounced. "Hey!" She called, running towards the sound. "Wait, please!" She felt exasperated as she broke into a sprint. Desperation was on her face as she attempted to close the distance while around her the buildings began to bend and warp through the mist. Their shapes became gnarled and twisted, jagged at the edges and closing in around her.
She was just so close now, her ears could sense it and she felt that she could see a shadow just beyond her grasp. Taking a running start she attempted to jump for them, reach them...
Crack!
Like a shot from a cannon a loud, thunderous crack rattled from under her and her body stopped, swaying back and forth. The floor under her was shattering as if it had become glass. Underneath was a surge of black liquid. Mea felt her eyes go wide as she tried to avoid the cracks, but it was too late and she felt herself slip into it.
Whatever it was felt thick and slimy to her as she struggled, her petite body sinking into it. "Help!" She called out, floundering to grab hold of anything. There was a sharp pain in her hands as she grabbed tightly to the splintered glass of what had been the floor. A sharp pain ran through her body as her bloodied hands struggled to grab onto the smooth surface. "HELP!" She screamed again. Screeching sounds echoed hollowly in her ears as her hands continued to slide backwards. Hot pain seared through them and she clawed, the liquid moving acting as a suction, threatening to pull her down into the dark abyss.
The mist was thick now, the spiraling and haunting images of buildings far off as the petite ghoul attempted to keep herself afloat. Over the empty area the footsteps returned and Mea lifted her ears out of the water. "Over here!" She cried, her voice hoarse, barely holding on. They were approaching slowly and she tried to lift her head out of the water to see. A surge of liquid splashed over her and she coughed, slipping until she was grabbing hold of the side, barely hanging on.
Overhead a shadow was moving and she felt a cold, clammy hand take hold of one of hers, lifting her above the liquid. Coughing and sputtering she grabbed hold weakly. "Th-thank you-" Her pink eyes looked up with gratitude in them, searching for a face to thank.
Instead she found her heart freeze in fear and the breath in her throat stalled, forcing her to cough. Above her, with long spindly fingers, her eyes were meeting her own... and yet, not her own. It was wrong, so very wrong, like a demented fun house mirror. It was a lanky, skinny version where the bones could easily be seen. Her neck was crooked and stared down with hollow eyes and a plastered, fake smile on her face. The clothes were frayed beyond recognition and a shroud of darkness surrounded her.
Shivers were running through Alamea. Was it a mirror image? Her eyes faltered at the face and stopped. A splash of red was soaked into her clothes and her eyes followed the trail to a gaping wound where the heart would be. It was darkened with a charred black while dried blood stains were splattered over her clothes. Mea was aghast.
The hand tightened around her arm, pulling mercilessly at her arm until her torso was lifted out of the liquid. Was it saving her? "Th-"
"The blood is on your hands." It shrieked, opening its mouth with a pointed, sadistic smile.
Mea sputtered and tried to speak, but no words came to her rescue. Nothing could be said as the apparition before her stared soullessly back at her. "Please." She finally squeaked out.
"IT IS ON YOUR HANDS!!" It protested, shaking her and grinning wider, the bottom of her face made mostly of teeth, sharpened to points and coming close. "...your hands." It repeated again. Mea was grasping the hand, trying to move her legs from the ooze and back to the ground but was failing. In her mind the words were screaming for her to run, for her to do anything to get away.
"Please-" She started again.
It was too late for that as she felt the thrust of her arm and gravity did the rest. The world of mist and gnarled shaped disappeared in the black abyss of the liquid. In the void of the liquid she felt it creep into her, choking her as she fell deeper and deeper into darkness. Her eyes focusing on the red liquid pouring out from the deep cuts on her hands, spreading out amongst the blackness. With a last look of the red cloud around her she released a final, futile scream.
Please don't leave me... alone...
...but this was different. In the depths of her mind the images of the haunting, bleeding figure and the pain were being blotted out as it came back into her mind, this time like a beacon than a looming darkness. Something had shifted.
Please
The word repeated in the whiteness of the world and she recognized it as her own voice speaking over and over. It was not haunting but felt warm, like an invitation rather than a begging strain. The hues of the area around here were brighter and in the background she could see the visage of buildings coming into view as small houses and in the background from that the feel of sunshine was raining down over the area.
"Hello?" Bubbly and bouncy, just like herself, the voice spoken was devoid of any malice or coldness. It neither startled or frightened her. Another thought passed through her mind and her bright eyes scanned the area. Was she alone? Before she could ask she stopped, hearing running footsteps come towards her. For a second her heartbeat picked up as she looked around, twisting and twirling her body to try and see where it could be coming from, but it was to no avail.
"W-what?" She said, surprised.
From under her she could hear a strange knocking noise and took a few steps, hoping the reflective surface underneath wouldn't break again. As she studied it she felt herself stop as she stared down to the reflection. Naturally it was staring back but it wasn't entirely her. The one underneath her was taller with her hair up, her longer ears down at her sides and her outfit was one of grays and whites, smiling and waving back to her.
It was her but it seemed to be a better her, or maybe a future her?
"Hello Mea."
It spoke and she blinked, looking down. "H-hi."
"You don't need to worry, you're not alone." The voice of it reflected back to her.
"Who are you?" She said with a bounce of her ears, staring down into the eyes of the other with curiosity.
"We are who we are." It said with a nod. "Take a few steps backwards and see."
Mea blinked but did as it asked. As she stepped back a few paces the reflection shifted, moving closer to the surface of the ground until finally it had popped back up from ground and was standing in front of her. The image of herself was beautiful and Mea found herself staring at her as it chuckled to her with a calm grin. "It's in your hands you know."
The mouryou blinked and tilted her head. "What is?"
"Everything." The other her moved and twisted with her long skirt flowing, smiling back at her. "Whatever you are, whatever you do its in your hands. Anything you want to do, you have everything you need."
It perplexed her, but she found that she couldn't tear her eyes away from her image nor her ears from her words. In her hands? Glancing down at her hands she stared for a moment until the warmth of her other self touched one, clenching it gently. "You need to just be you, let us be us, alright?" Mea's eyes moved to hers and for a moment they stared in silence, until the other her conceded and closed her eyes, smiling thoughtfully as her body began to fade. "You're going to find me someday inside of yourself, so don't be afraid to try it..."
Mea tried to hold on to her as she faded, trying to hold on and grasp on to anything but it was no use as she vanished, a face of terror left as she went.
"Please don't cry, Mea, you're never alone. People care for you dearly and I am always here. Don't lose yourself in sadness."
Around her she felt a warm embrace hug tightly around her and she smiled, feeling at peace as the word grew brighter around her. Underneath her she could see her normal reflection but she could feel a change inside of her, like a part of her had become whole yet again. Around her a happiness washed over and she took in a deep breath to smell the wonderful aroma around her. It all seemed right this time.
MY STATS
My character's username: n0mn0ms Card: 6 of Hearts Character's HP: 40/40 My character's level: 54 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Cat Wraith Current party: None Current Guild: None Location: [insert] Small IC description of character: n0mn0ms (aka n0ms) is a 4' 11'' petite girl with white hair, wearing the blue and black uniform of the Chesire Cat. She has bright pink eyes and long black boots made for kicking, with cat tail and ears to go with it. Character journal: [n0mn0ms log]
Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 9:26 pm
A hand slams against the glass of the pod, clenches for traction and finds none before it slips away. Something was in here, something was in here with her and she had to get out. Only the door won't open, so there is no escape. There is only the panic that strips the pod of what little air it has, only the deep loneliness of being abandoned in this chamber. Darkness, the numb of sleep, descends and she almost gives in, why not. Time has to pass somehow, so this is a good way to make it go, but someone whispers in her ear. Someone familiar and kind, her own voice coaxes herself up and out. It tells her to remember...
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Everything was laid open, bared and unhidden, a bit like an old scrapbook with some less than spectacular selection of photos. All it would take was a few rearrangements, some things could stay, some things just needed a bright sticker to change the whole tone. Abbi looked at the original, thought on it for a few moments and wondered what would be different this time. Waking up had been startling, but she remembered so what else would she discover?
The city is still dark, but on the hill of dusk rather than midnight, the street lamps all on and bright with none of them are cracked. The girl with orange pigtails is running down the streets, but this time there is no blood on her hands and she is laughing. "Its this way! C'mon you gotta keep up!" She's not sure who the girl is talking to, but the scene shifts and the next thing she knows is that she's the one running in her own shoes. Down the sidewalk she hurries, her gait sure and extended so that her legs can cover more ground. Someone has been hurt, so she shouldn't laugh, but she knew the coordinates the second she saw them and is eager to save them. She knows she can.
A car honks loudly as she narrowly misses colliding with the flash of its headlights, but Abbi only laughs again as she flashes the driver a peace sign. She rounds the corner sharply, bounces off one wall and only slows as she reaches an alleyway. Blood is splattered against one wall, but this time she is not worried. "Hiya champ! Ooh that looks nasty, but no worries! We're gonna getcha all patched up!" She smiles and nods at the person slumped against the wall, noting their coat and which division they're in. Her teeth bite her lip in hopes of ebbing the smile that widens at the familiar sound of bandages being unfurled, but she can't help it. They're going to be just fine, so why not smile for success?
MY STATS
My character's username: Kousagi My character's level: 33 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Dormouse Current party: N/A Current Guild: N/A Location: Small IC description of character: A small, energetic girl with long orange hair tied in two pigtails behind her mouse ears, a big smile and a smattering of freckles under her eyes and across her nose. Character journal:♠ ♠ ♠
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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 9:41 pm
Slam. TotallyAllan jolted to attention. The room was dim. Not blackout dark, but dark enough that it set him on edge and raised the hairs on the back of his neck. He turned, slowly, to see what had caused the door to slam.
His heart rate kicked up, rabbit quick.
As soon as his eyes meet it the thing moved with slick unnatural movements, heading towards him. He flinched and looked away, and the movement stopped. But he could feel the multitude of creepy eyes on him. Watching. Waiting. He let out a long, shaky breath. It was so close. How did he get away?
Tap tap went the sound of footsteps… and those weren’t the same ones he’d heard before.
He took off down the corridor. Doors streaked past him, a blur of formless color that he didn’t even try, because he’d seen where doors got you around here. His mind was blank white panic so loud that he couldn’t even hear the pound of his feet on the tiled floor.
He could heard the tapping, though.
Tap tap.
Tap t▓p.
▓ap ▓▓p
▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▓▓ ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▓▓▓▓ ▓
He woke up with a gasp that burned his throat down into his lungs. Everything was bright, complete white. He struggled for breath, nearly screaming but incapable of making the sound. But slowly, he recognized his room. The one back on deus, empty but familiar. The light came from his one window, painful and violating. He turned his head away from it and saw that he was alone. His blanket was bunched around his waist and his arm was hanging off the side of his bed.
He tried to sit up. Something held him down. The panic rose, and breathing became difficult again. He began to wheeze. Oxygen burned like fire in his lungs and tears stung the corners of his eyes.
And then nothing.
Blissful, blank calm. His eyes drifted closed, heavy.
No.
He tried to push up against the force holding him down. He vibrated in his anger, but he couldn’t escape.
Cold seeped through his skin at the touch of a hand. He closed his eyes against the sensation.
T▓p ▓a▓
He pumped his arms wildly, feeling the strain in his legs, his lungs, his heart.
”You belong here.
▓ap T▓▓
His eyes snapped open and he screamed. He didn’t know what was reality and what was game. What was dream, nightmare, life.
▓▓p T▓▓
Click click clack. The plastic, nostalgic noise of old controllers and a TV so overused it hummed loudly filled Chris’s ears and he was happy, for a moment. He felt the familiar scratch of his aunt and uncle’s couch under him and turn his head to see what is cousin was playing, but he was greeted by the tense fury in her shoulders as her back was to him. His stomach sank.
I don’t see why you have to go.
He knew this argument.
“I have to. I’m not getting anywhere here. It’s time to grow up and do something with myself.”
Overrated.
She snapped it in a way that made his heart hurt. Like he was making the stupidest decision. But he knew he was doing what was best. “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t sit on this couch and just waste away anymore. I won’t.”
She throws the controller on the ground, slams her fist onto the eject button, and leaves the TV hissing angry white noise.
So go. Grow up. Be a ******** adult, Chris. Let me know how it goes for you.
She stomped out of his vision and the room spun, and suddenly his face down in the dirt with gunfire thundering in his ears. His mouth tasted like dust and when he tilted his head back he saw the hazy unreal outline of bodies littering the ground around him. Weaving between them were near-formless shapes with gaping mouths and shadowy tendrils, and oh god. Oh god they were coming straight at him. He struggled to crawl backwards, to get away from them, but they were moving too fast and his body wasn’t getting the hint to get the hell out of Dodge. One of them reached for him, and he screamed and the world spun.
He stumbled out of a pod and onto his knees. The floor below him was sterile white tile and everything smelled so clinical and clean he choked on it.
Way to grow up, Chris.
He knew that disdain. He looked up, way up into blinding fluorescent white lights and nearly vomited when he saw the hate directed down on him.
Looks like you really made it, huh? How hard did you have to work to end up right back here? Right where I am, wasting away, right? You really made something of yourself.
He fell out of the pod again, onto his knees on the cold and unforgiving linoleum. He squeezed his eyes shut, because he didn’t want to relive this. But instead a replay, hands grabbed his shoulders and pulled him up.
He was dragged into a hug.
“Good to see you,” his cousin sighed into his shoulder. “I’m glad you’re okay.”
OOC
My character's username: TotallyAllan My character's level: 60 Character's HP: 40 Current party: -- Current Guild: Penumbra Small IC description of character: Blonde dude in all blue caterpillar garb. looks like a dweeb. Character journal:Here
ANY PERSON I AM RPING WITH I WILL QUOTE LIKE THIS
Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 9:42 pm
~~The entirety of his world was enclosed in a great black cage. From it's centre, the red creature grinned as it began to engulf the enclosure in a suffocating black fog. It crept outward. It chased him.
Otto ran through the streets as earthquakes cracked across the pavement. Buildings fell and crumbled all around. Each second threatened to consume him and squash him. He ran. His legs felt like led but he ran until he reached the edge of the world. There was nothing. The bars lined the blackened skies. The fog was nearly here.
"You are not escaping everything. Their deaths are the result of your carelessness. I wonder how long you'll last in this division before you realize that your running away creates casualties. I'm sure some people just prefer to be oblivious and stupid until the end."
Caelius's words echo'd like a cracks of thunder in the sky. Otto's heart felt as though it were ripped out his mouth. He spun around in time to see he'd done this. He'd run away and the world ended because of it.
And now, the terrible pitch black he feared was suffocating him in the screams of his friends. He would be tortured and ripped apart for all eternity.
He had no one to blame but himself~~~
Otto lamented the nightmare as it played before his eyes once more. With every queue and action his other self took, he willed and wished for it to change. Then again... maybe he could change it. Maybe he could change himself.
It all played out again. The earthquakes, the fall of civilization at the hands of Destruction, the red figure that had been caged. Black skies screamed like furies and buildings fell apart as if made of weaker things. Yet as Otto ran through this scene of days end, he was not driven by fear or cowardice. He was driven to fix it. To face it. Somehow he knew he'd done this, and this time he was going to take responsibility for all of it. No matter the consequence to himself.
He stood before the red being, Caelius's gruelling lectures playing like a broken record overhead. He stood his ground, his fists tightly formed at his sides. He stood at the edge of a falling world, and he had every aim to see it avenged. His own survival meant nothing if he had no loved ones to share his life with. His life meant nothing all alone.
He summoned Tenya, her runes burning brighter than a sun. He'd use every ounce of his power to see this done. This time, here and now, the answers were a little clearer.
His purpose was simple.
Defeat the enemy, or die trying.
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: Vicious Streak Location: Small IC description of character:Visual Character journal:HERE
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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 9:48 pm
Nightmare solo
When Lizzy opened her eyes, she found herself enveloped by darkness.
The only source of light was the white light flooding in from an open door at the end of the long corridor. If she strained her ears hard enough, she could make out familiar voices and soft laughter coming from the other side of the door... Perhaps they were waiting? For her?
She stood up from the ground, and dusted herself off, patting down and soothing out the creases of her dress. But as she took her first step, she realized that something was off; it was like she was trying to move through that gelatinous cube she got her first set of school supplies from. Every step forward resulted in the door looking a little further away, and soon, she couldn't hear the voices anymore. She was too far away. What had she been doing all this time?
She was going to get left behind at this rate.
She sat down, back against the wall and legs hugged tightly against her chest as she buried her face in her knees; she had been walking along this corridor for so long, her hand against the wall to guide her in the dark, that she could feel blisters growing on her feet... But still, she was nowhere nearer to her goal. Raising her head ever so slightly, she turned to look at the open door; the tears welling up in her eyes blurred her vision, and she couldn't even focus on the now tiny speck of light.
Maybe she was just destined to be left behind, and forgotten.
Something snapped in her, and as the tears welling in her eyes flowed down her cheeks, she wailed - loudly, freely, without a care in the world. She poured her heart and soul into her tears. There was nobody around to judge her anyway. Nobody around to understand. Nobody around to comfort her.
Through her weeping, she heard footsteps - faint at first, but steadily growing louder, and more numerous, causing echos along the corridor. She refused to look up, instead choosing to focus on her feet; it must be another trick. An extension of this nightmare.
"We heard you crying," A voice cut through her thoughts, and a hand was placed gently on her knee. She could see that it was a ghoul's hand, slender and small, "Sorry, we didn't know you lost your way, or we would have came sooner!"
Someone commented about why she was making crying along the corridor a habit, and someone else added in something about how he thought she had already graduated from crybaby status. She felt herself being lifted up, their arms linked to hers, "Come on! We're all already at the picnic! You're not usually late for these things, so we were getting a little worried."
They had started to walk, and she finally looked up; the speck of light that was the door was getting brighter and nearer with every step. Her eyes, having been adjusted to the dark, could barely be kept open due to the glaring white light from beyond the door... But even through squinted eyes, she kept her eyes on the light. She didn't want to miss this moment. Couldn't miss this moment.
And when she finally made it to the door, she lifted one hand, as if trying to grasp at the light-
-and waved.
"Sorry I'm late!" She yelled, jogging to where her friends had already set up picnic mats on the grass, "I got a little lost on the way here, and took a long detour~"
"But we've been here countless times already!"
"I know," She replied, all smiles as she lowered the picnic basket in her hand onto the grass, "I just temporarily forgot the way, that's all."
"You could have just called one of us," The figure laughed, and she nodded, still smiling as she set out plastic plates and utensils; she just temporarily forgot that she was not alone in her struggles. Temporarily forgot-
"That's what friends are for!"
MY STATS
My character's username: iPink My character's level: 42 Character's HP: 40/40 Character's Job Class: Dormouse Current party: - Current Guild: Penumbra Location: Small IC description of character: A short character with light pink hair, tied up in low twintails that reaches her waist. Decked out in a light brown furry coat with matching dormouse ears, and grey/black/white clothing underneath... Now with added giant syringe. Character journal:Here
Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 10:19 pm
OOC
The cards have manifested in their final form! This now takes the place of the 10th dice roll card. So whenever you roll a 10, you will summon this card, and the effect will activate. Go ahead and add it to your deck as the special 10th card!
The card in attemptedmurder's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
kuroopu
attempted's weapon true weapon takes the form of [ a glaive with long ornate feathers ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in MaybeAllan's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Nerpin
MaybeAllan's weapon true weapon takes the form of [ a large hammer with a decorative eye in the center ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in Royal Blightning's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Seiana_ZI
Royal Blightning's weapon true weapon takes the form of [ A pair of hourglass-shaped knuckle weapons ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 10:29 pm
The creature grabbed her hair, pulling her head up to meet a featureless face. Icy fingers reached for her, caressing her cheek, running over her eyes, nose, lips. With a small growl, she snapped at the hand, nearly severing a couple of fingers...
Bad move. There was almost no time to brace herself when it pulled back and slapped her hard across the face.
I will kill them, it whispered, in a voice that was uncannily similar to hers in tone if not in accent. I will kill them and you can't stop me.
She watched as it walked away, its mannerisms over her appearance, like a poorly-dressed mannequin, and she knew in that instance that it was wrong a thousand different ways, and if it wasn't perfect, then it didn't have complete control over her...
Yes. As always the voice was smug, as if Alynthe had waited oh so long for Reine to come to the realisation, and what was she still waiting for?
Ice bloomed from her wrists, wrapping around the chains and shattering them. The other-her spun around, a second too slow- once again ice flew from her hands, freezing the monster in place. It struggled, afraid, and as she walked closer to it, it seemed so small, so vulnerable, and still it wore her face, the expression a mockery of her own, all the features twisted wrong in a display of fear.
The ice flurried around her hand, solidifying into a beautiful white blade, cold to the touch. One pinprick of blood welled up as she pressed the swordbreaker to the creature's neck, her eyes narrowing in anger.
"You asked for it."
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My character's username: protista My character's level: 52(+25xp) Character's HP: 40/40 Current party: - Current Guild: < Vicious Streak > Location: - Small IC description of character: Lop-eared bunny-girl, equipped with a pair of daggers. Character journal: < x >
Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 10:52 pm
Her worst fears were never really about herself.
She could see the wreckage from afar as she tugged on the reins, beckoning the sleigh to go faster.
Why were they here.... This was supposed to be safe.
The castle had been set ablaze with a strange blue fire. The walls were caved in. No one was around.
She ran through the hallways, searching desperately for someone, anyone. Please be safe.
A pained cry pierced through the air. She knew who it belonged to. Fear and rage came over her as she raced towards where it came.
But they were gone. Taken. She knew all too well the fate that awaited.
A flash of a white and gold coat. Every icy projectile she could muster were sent raining in that direction. Every fibre of her being hungered for revenge. She'd hunt them down, every single one of them, right till the end.
"They're fine," a voice called out from the darkness.
"Show yourself," she demanded, still armed and ready to strike.
A familiar blond haired hunter stepped out into the light, his rifle trained on her. The sight of him agitated her, but she was open for negotiations. A signal was sent for both of them to lower their weapons, and they did.
"Where are they," she asked curtly. There was no need to be polite now.
"I don't know, somewhere safe probably," he shrugged unhelpfully, "They're not with us at least."
"What are you and your lot doing here then?" she hissed back, her patience for him tethering at the limit. '
"Just, looking for something." He blinked. "It's not here, apparently."
...
"Now if you would leave, I have to report that the area has been cleared."
The ghoul glared at him, still decidedly suspicious of his intentions. But she didn't really have a choice, retreating quickly from the castle to where her ride was waiting. The fire was simmering, and there were no signs of the hunters left.
She spotted a sign in the snow - they were safe. The ghoul gasped in relief. She and her family would probably never return to that home, but at least they were all safe.
MY STATS
My character's username: FrozenFlower My character's level: 96 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Royal Gryphon Current party: - Current Guild: Penumbra Location: Small IC description of character: Towering at 190cm, she emits a cold blue aura as she stares down her opponent. Wields an icy scimitar and carries a calm expression.
The cards have manifested in their final form! This now takes the place of the 10th dice roll card. So whenever you roll a 10, you will summon this card, and the effect will activate. Go ahead and add it to your deck as the special 10th card!
The card in Shadowstep's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Blade Kuroda
Shadowstep's weapon true weapon takes the form of [ a pair of curved daggers ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in OuO's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
chirigami
OuO's weapon true weapon takes the form of [ a long ribbon-like whip ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in Ourboros-Tea's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
endejester
Ourobos-Tea's weapon true weapon takes the form of [ A caduceus ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in Nightbloom's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Kaiyumi
Nightbloom's weapon true weapon takes the form of [ A flower-shaped shield ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in BoiisonFIYAH's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Magician Arcana
BoiisonFIYAH's weapon true weapon takes the form of [ A multi-jointed spear ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in Teddomination's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Moonstone Dazzle
Nightbloom's weapon true weapon takes the form of [ A ragged set of shears ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in HULKWICH's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Nio Love
HULKWICH's weapon true weapon takes the form of [ A heart-tipped spear ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in Frostpaw's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Raja
Nightbloom's weapon true weapon takes the form of [ A chained sickle and short spear ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in McCowboy's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Silent Spy
McCowboy's weapon true weapon takes the form of [ A pair of ornate handguns ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in dotdotdot's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
yylaayl
dotdotdot's weapon true weapon takes the form of [ A sword made of shifting shadows ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 10:59 pm
All she could see at first was the grey.
It was all around her, a shroud that hid all else from sight. The wisps of fog clung to everything, obscuring her vision, muffling sound, drowning out the world.
She couldn't move.
The fog itself could move, however. It began to snake around her limbs, as though intent on holding her in place, as if by chance her paralyzed limbs might begin to work again. It made it's way across her body agonizingly slowly but much too fast, each tendril working it's way to a meeting point, the center of her chest, where it swirled in circles and she could do nothing but watch, eyes wide and panicked.
She was powerless to stop it. Weak. The fog was moving now, spreading up her chest towards her throat, and she opened her mouth as though to scream.
Silence. She could not speak.
Around her the whispers began, a light babble at first, indiscernible words that tickled at her conscious. They were more annoying then anything, but quickly became nearly unbearable as their volume increased, a crescendo of nonsensical chatter. They brought with them an agony of pain, a fire that prickled across her brain, that spread through her nerves, down her spine, across every part of her body.
The tendrils tightened around her neck, a strangle hold, and suddenly she could no longer breathe.
A gasp of air. A cool breeze brushed against her skin. The fog that encompassed all began to move, and the whispers suddenly became quiet. The fog roiled across watery vision as she continued to struggle against what held her, to fight against the pressure that seemed to press down on her lungs, as they ached for oxygen, as she fought to scream against he pain.
Faces. Horribly blank at first, they appeared out of the fog. Sentinels, standing around her. Watching. Unknown faces. Those of War, of Death and Famine and Conquest. They stared at her, their eyes glowing yellow, their skin ashen.
At her heart, a piercing pain. She was able to look down, her body allowing her only that. Darkness seeped across her skin in veins of black.
You failed.
The whispers had suddenly all joined to form a rushing cacophony of words.
You failed. Unknown. You are not the one. No good. Alone. Powerless. Unwanted. Unnecessary. You will die. Unknown. Unknown. Failure. Failure FAILURE.
In a split moment, when all became too much to bare, when the pain to great, and when blackness began to creep in along the edges of her vision, threatening to take her under, it all stopped. For just that second, she could move, she could gasp in that much needed breath, she could let out an earth shattering scream, her head tilted back, tears sliding down her cheeks. Not like this. No. She had so much to do. She couldn't go out like this.....
And then all that Shaheen was burst apart at it's seams, her body fading to grey, cracking. Her head split, then caved in on itself, the rest of her quick to follow. There was a sense of falling, endlessly, as she crumbled quite literally to the ground, nothing left but of her but ashes. Grey dust scattered across the ground.
A grey that joined the fog, and became the nothing that she had so had so desperately sought not to be.
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There was no grey. None at all. None to mar her skin or to surround her in the form of a fog. Instead, there was only clarity, a stretch of land as far as the eye could see. Here there was no insanity, no whispers to haunt and torment her mind. No calls go home.
Not anymore, no. Those were all a part of her past, and now this, her future. Her perfect ending. Her everything she ever wanted.
Before her spilled a land that was burnt and broken, and stained with blood. Human blood.
They had done it. Her and Shik together had done what was though to be impossible. They had defeated Death. They had become a Queen and a King among their own kind. United they stood, unstoppable, unbreakable. United they had brought down the pale rider, and united, they had begun the apocalypse, and beneath their feet the human world had cracked, their inhabitants killed or enslaved. Fear. Chaos. Disorder.
It was beautiful. It was intoxicating. It was power and strength and status and everything she could have ever possibly wanted.
And he was there to share it with her. Nothing could have been better. Absolutely nothing.
Nothing at all.
MY STATS
My character's username: WarQueen My character's level: 29 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Wraith Current party: -- Current Guild: Cry Havoc Location: White Kingdom Small IC description of character: Look at my Avvy I'm lazy Character journal:Here
"Lei Lei? Wake up, lazy girl." There was a sweet morning call. The ghoul sat up and rubbed her eyes, she opened her eyes and only saw her beloved sisters in blood. She wanted to hug them, but they stepped backwards, just smiling with their clothes stained in red. "Sis?" What happened? Why there is blood on them? "You don't remember?" They smiled happily. "We died from protecting you. Don't you remember?" She reached out again but nothing was caught. "No dear, you can't touch us now. We are gone. Forever." It was like a console, a whisper but yet it sounded so cruel. "Please don't leave me." She collapsed and cried, then felt a hand gently holding up her face. "It was you. Because of you, we died." They smiled while spitting out the acute truth. "You are born as misfortune. You existence brings disasters to the surrounding. That's why we died." They stood up and slowly walked away, she chased after them, but the distance between just got longer and longer until she fell down and they disappeared. She sat on the ground, tears running down from her pretty face. "Please come back....please"
Then she was slapped. "You are so evil, you nearly killed your brother! I wish you never exist! You are heartless, cruel and wicked, why you don't go to die?! You should be the one who died instead." She covered her ears, refused to listen to any of the heart-breaking curses, her eyes were closed tightly.
"Hey Kiddo,what's up?" There was a cheerful male voice that drew Shu's attention. It was Robert the Bear. She wanted to have a hug that she reached out her chilly hands - "Oh you screwed up again?" She froze, stared at Robert in disbelief, the annoyed tone in his question scared her. "R-Robert?" She stepped backward and ran away. There wasn't him, he won't say things like that.
Run, run and run, she just wanted to escape this place but only managed to pump into someone. Jordan senapi, the nice guy that taught her combat skills so patiently. He summoned Ferros and swung him against her. "S-senpai?" She barely dodged it while the ground cracked. The solemn expression on his face didn't suggest anything. She trapped over but continued to move back with her butt.
It can't be.
She was surrounded by people she knew, and each of them were accusing her for her existence.
She curled up into defense, crying while covering her ears and shook her head non-stop.
Please let her go. Please let it be just a nightmare.
Please let her wake up if it's not real.
Please.
It was still that nightmare.
Surrounding by shadows with voices that were familiar and unfamiliar, the poor girl curled up, crying and covered her ears. "Please stop, I am not. I don't mean to" The girl shook her head, tears running down from her face. A shadow stepped forward, "Why don't you go to die?" The cold male voice said without ups and downs. It was like an icicle stabbing on her heart. "Please, papa, please..." She begged but just waited another shadow approached. Two pair of cold hands in blood raised her face. "Lei Lei why are you so sad? Is it because you killed us?" The two voices said in perfect union. "It's our fate to die because of you, 不祥之雙子." Their eye sockets overflown with red blood, smiling. "Nonono sisters, I didn't mean to kill you, I didn't! It was an accident!" She yelled. "Oh really?" They asked softly. "It was an accident because of your sinister power." Their faces shoved closely, eyes widened while still bleeding blood. "No, It is not me...it's not." She closed her eyes, head curled up into her lap as close as possible. There was a long moment of silence before she heard the union voice again.
"Why shouldn't you die?"
She halted at the question, her moment was frozen and her heart stopped beating. She could feel blood slowly drifted away and her body's temperature was dropping dramatically.
Is she dead?
Her hands slowly put down, her body was relaxed, eye aimlessly half opened. Like a - doll? Yes, she looked like a doll now but why she could still feel? A doll shouldn't have any emotion, she shouldn't feel sad or painful, yet she could feel that. Why?
A laughter drew the doll attention, it was - another her beaming around her grandparents. Herself? Nope, she was - "Bei Bei!" She called out the girl who looked exactly the same as she did, but no sound was coming out from her mouth. The smiling girl didn't reply or look towards her direction, as if she was nothing. She was having a good afternoon tea time with her grandparents. "Grandpa, can I have the honey over there please?" She said, and the old man handed her a jar of honey. "Thank you!" She said sweetly. "Bei Bei...."
"Isn't that wonderful?" A marlicious yet seductive whispered near her ears. "Why you have to suffer while she was having such a good time?" The doll shed a tear. "Have you imagine when you are being beaten and suffered from the cruel words, what is your another half doing?" She gulped, no able to spit a word out. "SHE IS ENJOYING A GOOD TIME!" The merciless voice spoke out the truth. "Stop. Please stop it." The doll begged, still couldn't say anything. "Isn't that so unfair? That could be you~" The voice raised its tone. "She seldom reply to your message, didn't she? How a selfish twin she was, I am so sorry for you, Poor girl." She felt something unpleasant brushed against her skin, like a consolation. However, she felt so nauseous as if someone was touching her soul. "You can have a life like that too." The voice paused. "If you kills her." She felt something like mist wrapped across her hands and there was a jet-black dagger, shimmering with a menacing red aura. "Just one stab, on the heart." It whispered close to her, gently and softly.
The next moment, she felt her body being lifted up, hand grabbing the dagger tightly and walked unwillingly towards the girl's back. "Just one stab, and that place will be yours." The doll was controlled, walking closer and closer to the girl. "Stop. No! I don't want to kill Bei Bei! I won't and I don't!" The doll yelled without able to speak it out, trying to pull herself backward. "You will want it. Trust me." Her power was getting weaker as she saw herself just a few steps from the girl -
Suddenly, a voice broke in with a bright light.
"You don't need to do that." She felt herself being held back by a soft invisible hands, breaking all the strings tangling her. "You will be fine." It said. "You will meet people that love and cherish you. You don't need to jealous of your twin. This was just a nightmare and you are safe now." The invisible hands gently stroked her head, just like the way how her sisters did when they had a cozy afternoon nap. "Rest now. You can rest peacefully with us, no one can harm you anymore. Sleep, good girl, sleep."
The last thing she heard was "Sleep well and you will wake up just fine." The soft female voice whispered tenderly while she felt she was being held into a warm bosom or craddle.
Her heart was throbbing again but her soul was so peaceful.
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My character's username: Waiting2Bloom My character's level: 45 Character's HP: 40 Current party: - Current Guild: The White Rose Garrison Location: Small IC description of character:
Petite, pale skinned with amber colored eyes. The black hair bunny girl is wearing a red and white standard attire, long hair tied into twin tail style. Her big pair of eyes are hidden under the gold trimmed round glasses. The rabbit is always seen wearing a curious and happy smile on her face, with a pair of little pink wings on her back.
Canon held herself perfectly, absolutely, incredibly still. The seat of the chair was hard. The tiles on the floor were white. The walls and ceiling were white. On the wall directly in front of her was a clock. The hands on the clock moved very, very, very slowly. If she didn't watch them, they would move backwards. When the hands were just so, then she could turn around and investigate all the amazing, interesting things just behind her. But if she so much as twitched before then, all the things would disappear, and there would just be white tiles, white walls, and white ceiling. Canon held very still, and Canon waited.
And then, as she watched, Canon saw the hands begin to move more quickly. With it, there came a sudden breeze at her back, warm and refreshing. She blinked at the sensation, and shifted in her chair, but resisted the curiosity that prompted her to look back. She must keep watching.
Is this breeze a new test? She wondered, and startled herself. That had been the first thought she'd had in a long time! It was as refreshing as the breeze itself. The gears in Canon's head had started their own slow turning, and were picking up speed. The hands of the clock seemed to respond in kind.
Canon continued to watch, but now she pondered why and when she had stopped wondering about what lay behind her, and simply started waiting for it to come to her. Waiting was too passive!
The hands on the clock turned faster still, echoing her quickening thoughts.
Waiting was boring! Nothing ever happened just by waiting for it. You have to go find what you want, and seize it with both hands! The breeze was rising at her back, tugging at her clothing. The seat of the chair was hard, so Canon stood up. And the hands turned faster still.
She wasn't going to wait anymore. And she turned around. The breeze became a gale of warmth and light, and the clock tolled behind her, announcing her success. The wind blew away the walls of the room.
The light blinded her for a moment, and blinking, Canon stepped forward, away from her chair. Her vision cleared, and she saw the incredible, unending world ahead of her, chock full of things to explore and do.
Canon grinned, and ran to meet it.
MY STATS
My character's username: SCIENCE My character's level: Level 43 Character's HP: 40/40 Character's Job Class: Insane Mad Hatter Current party: Solo Current Guild: No Guild Location: ??? Small IC description of character: Small, grey-skinned, single eyed, and incredibly energetic. This little Hatter can often be seen keeping a grip on her hat as she runs from place to place. Character journal:Link!
She couldn't tell if she was on school ground, or if this was a dream.
But Rosy didn't dream, she didn't sleep...
"Rosy...." the hush tone of her brother voice caught her ear, causing her to turn only to cover her mouth to stop a scream as it threaten to spill over. The sight of her brother, body nearly mangled, just laying there as her mother stood over it.
That laughter....
Actually running to his side, she drops down to place her hand under his head "Shhh...it will be okay Darren. I promise. I promise, I would protect you." she was trembling as she watch him simply smile. She could tell he knew better, that this was the end for him.
It a blink of an eye, he was gone and she was alone again. She sat there on her knees, shaking as she clenches her teeth together "Darren...? Please answer me...."
It was a cough that caught her attention, causing her head to snap up just as Tavi came into view. He was holding the side of his neck, hiding what look like a bite mark. She ran to him, wrapping her arms around him just as he collapse "Tavi?!?!"
She held onto him as tight as she could, shaking him a little "Tavi tell me what happen?!? What bit you?" she heard the howl close by, which only gave her the instant thought of a minipet. Had he tried to go after on that was far to strong for him. Panicked, she looks down at him as she felt him go limp "TAVI!!!" she shook his lifeless form before it too vanished.
Growling...she heard growling...
Covering her ears, she shook her head.
"Stop it!"
Warmth wrapped around her, causing her to jump as she turns to look up at Aedan. Instantly she held onto him, just hiding her face in his chest "I'm so glad your okay..." he said nothing, just held her for a moment before he steps back. He gives her a weak smile, placing his hand over her heart, then placing it over his own. Looking confused Rosy shakes her head "I don't understand...Aedan." nothing was said before he steps back into the darkness.
"Aedan...?"
Taking a step forward, she screams as Spinar comes into view. His body covered in cuts and bruises. He coughs, startling her she steps closer. He was paler then normal. Dropping down, she brush her fingers over his cheek "Spinar..please...don't leave me. I love you..." tears drop from her eyes, onto his cheek as he smiles up at her.
Brushing a claw across her cheek, her mouths something she never caught before he fades away. Holding her hands out, she screams several times before she curls in on herself.
She kept crying, unable to escape all the pain...
She lost them all...she couldn't protect any of them......
Rosy's eyes snapped wide open as she looks around out of fears. She couldn't move any part of her body, she couldn't even call out. She had to move, get up and find them all.
She had to make sure they were all okay.
You don't belong there...you belong here...
She heard it, a voice, one that wasn’t familiar yet at the same time, one she didn’t want to acknowledge. Shaking her head, she looked up, seeing something shining in the dark. Reaching out – her fingers take hold of the card and clench it tightly. She slowly began to walk forward in the dark…
"Rosy...." the hush tone of her brother voice caught her ear, causing her to turn only now instead of trying to cover her mouth to hold back a scream, she felt her hand raise in anger. The sight of her brother, body nearly mangled, just laying there as her mother stood over it.
That laughter....
No, no more. Rosy wasn’t going to let her mother do this any longer. With strong, confident strides she moved, a thrill rising in her as she struck out against the woman who had brought her to this world. She prevailed against the one thing that had scared her long before she’d even learned what fear really was. She had faced the tests and trials at school, so what trouble was her mother? Pushing the elder Night Hag away from her brother, she snarled and sent her reeling, knelling down to help her battered brother to his feet.
“It is going to be okay, Darren, she’s never going to hurt you anymore,” Rosy said with a smile as she hugged her brother tight. “Let’s go,”
Her brother nodded, returning her hug and falling in behind her as they walked. It was a cough that caught her attention, causing her head to snap up just as Tavi came into view. He was holding the side of his neck, rubbing it in boredom.
“What took you so long?” Tavi asked her with a grin. “We’re gonna be late to the meeting if you don’t hurry up!” Tavi rushed forward and grabbed her hand and Darren’s pulling her along. She felt a warmth off to her other side, and she was somewhat surprised to see Aedan, falling in with them as they rushed off to the Amityville Minipet Hangout meeting.
Lastly, was Spinar, he looked quite dashing, walking over to her and giving her a hug. She couldn’t be happier – all the people in her life, safe and all around her. The others went on ahead, leaving her and Spinar alone. To be fair – she enjoyed her time alone with him probably more than anything else.
“I love you,” Rosy said, watching him, hopeful that he really did feel the same way.
“I love you, too, Rosy,” Spinar replied, brushing a claw down the side of her cheek as he smirked. “I though you knew that already.”
Rosy laughed, but her laughed was soon silenced by a soft kiss from Spinar, which she simply melted into for no other reason than it was a kiss from him. When he pulled away she smiled at him, and shook her head.
“Come on,” Spinar said, taking her hand and leading her along. “It’s time to go have some fun.”
All Rosy could do was smile, as everything was the way it should be.
Perfect.
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My character's username: DreamWatcher My character's level: 47 My character's class: Cheshire Cat Wraith Character's HP: 40 Current party: Current Guild: Location: The Tea Party Small IC description of character: Petite, tan skin and red eyes, DreamWatcher wears blue and black Cheshire Cat armor. She has long curly red hair that flows down her back at the moment. She very bubbly and very easy to amuse. But watch out for her claws, they are rather sharp.
The cards have manifested in their final form! This now takes the place of the 10th dice roll card. So whenever you roll a 10, you will summon this card, and the effect will activate. Go ahead and add it to your deck as the special 10th card!
The card in Maple_Syrup's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
DraconicFeline
Maple_Syrup's weapon true weapon takes the form of [ a flaming torch ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in GreenRanger's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Chirigami
GreenRanger's weapon true weapon takes the form of [ a pair of power gloves ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in Waffleberry's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
grngriff
Waffleberry's weapon true weapon takes the form of [ a bone broadsword ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in Shadow's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
neopetsgirl91
Shadow's weapon true weapon takes the form of [ a spiked whip ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in Mimsy's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
nothing yet
Mimsy's weapon true weapon takes the form of [ a jagged scythe ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in Epithet's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
PhiferWolf
Epithet's weapon true weapon takes the form of [ a trouble clef ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in Unmentionable_Tamer's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Roxy_roxanna2
Unmentionable_Tamer's weapon true weapon takes the form of [ a whip of thorns ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in KnottedLips's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Seiana_ZI
KnottedLips's weapon true weapon takes the form of [ a fan ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
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The cards have manifested in their final form! This now takes the place of the 10th dice roll card. So whenever you roll a 10, you will summon this card, and the effect will activate. Go ahead and add it to your deck as the special 10th card!
The card in Dreadpirate's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
kalindara
Dreadpirate's weapon true weapon takes the form of [ an arm ]. (Gauntlet) It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in _ruffian_ 's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
kuroopu
_ruffian_ 's weapon true weapon takes the form of [ a set of kunai ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in SANDSHARK's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Carhop Cavalier
SANDSHARK's weapon true weapon takes the form of [ a curved sickle ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in Wykid's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
yayoi
Wykid's weapon true weapon takes the form of [ a long broadsword tied with a ribbon ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in the0racle's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
krysin
the0racle's weapon true weapon takes the form of [ a sword and flail ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in SpringTooth's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
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SpringTooth's weapon true weapon takes the form of [ an ornate shotgun ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
