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medigel rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 19 (1-20)
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 Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 9:09 pm
[ hope ]
She'd never felt as ridiculously excited as she did then, clutching the acceptance letter. Her little sisters could be the monster they always were in her room, pulling her expertly made collage of Johnny Danger apart, throwing her pillows about like miniature hurricanes, even--well okay, not reading her diary, but they were making a mess in her sacred space and for once she didn't care.
A new school meant a new life. A new life meant new choices. New friends. A new future.
OOC My character's username: afroQueen My character's level: 2 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Caterpillar Current party:Current Guild:Location:Small IC description of character: Dark skinned teen with fabulous, long, blue and black locks, as well as a variety of exotic markings. Walks with more swagger than is usually needed. Character journal: xxx
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Kaefaux rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 11 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 9:10 pm
[ Grey ]
"I really don't see why I need to wear this."
"It's a formal event. A business dinner, in case you keep missing that key point. If he's going to actually bring you to it, then you can't look like such an embarrassment." The snide voice was bouncing off the mirrors in front of Aquilo, emanating from behind the spider-boil that was setting in pins here and there along the seams and hems of the grey suit he was being stuffed into.
Aquilo started to turn, glaring over his pinned shoulder at the other boil. "I'm not an embarrassment! Least I'm not afraid of a blue-eyed snowbear-- ow!" The spider-boil had pinned him that time, making the four-eyed boy glare at him as well. The warning look the spider was giving him had Aquilo straighten in an attempt to recoil a tad. Apparently the employees at this shop weren't fond of the demon scareling getting harassed. He huffed and glared at the mirrors. Well.... he was his friend! And... uh. Cousin. That was still a weird thing.
Still, he could see him in the mirror, glaring at his back. "Hey after this, let's go hit up the scarecade, ok? They've got some awesome FPSs in there!" When Spinar only rolled his eyes, Aquilo tried again. "Which I know you don't have good enough aim to beat me in...." His attempt worked, judging by how the other boil glared anew to the mirror. Right at Aquilo's eyes. Oops.
"Want to make a bet on it..~?"
Aquilo learned pretty quick after that to think a few times extra when Spinar's voice turned to that tone.
MY STATUS My character's username: Partridge_in_a_Skulltree My character's level: 5 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Mad Hatter Current party: N/A Current Guild: N/A Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC description of character: Lean and lengthy, Partridge_in_a_Skulltree is a young man with blue-white hair shaved along the right side of his head, with the rest of his hair left to flop to the left. Blue-rimmed glasses sit at the end of his nose, the same pale blue as his eyes. A Mad Hatter to the end, his trademark coat and hat are both a dark blue. Underneath can be seen a tight white shirt, loose black pants, and crisscrossing brown belts. Character journal: here
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Kaefaux rolled 1 20-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 9:10 pm
Death | Grey[ Hiding ]
They'd come from the funeral. He'd hoped that he could go home, hide away. Be alone. Go to bed, wake up and find it was just a dream. Something. Not deal with all the creeple come to his house, too. But no, they came. He tired to tell them to go away, that they should be there. His mother had tried to shush him, tell him it was right for them to be there. That they missed dad, too.
Aquilo just shook his head, saying he wasn't their dad. The demon who would sometimes show up while his dad was in the ice room tried to draw him away, into the kitchen. Knelt down and tired to talk to him. But Aquilo just shook him off, said words he'd heard Peragrine and his friends say, and bolted for the stairs. He didn't care that he had to shove others aside and didn't care if they tried to talk to him or slow him down. He just kept pushing.
It didn't take him long before he was under his sister's bed. The crawlspace was dark, and for a while, Aquilo let himself cry again. He could hear the voices down below, and each time he'd think about how he wasn't hearing his dad's voice, he'd cry anew.
After a while of laying there in silence, sniffling and sobbing a little, he heard the sound of footsteps against the wooden floors of the second level. Ones that got closer, and Aquilo couldn't stop a shuttering breath from hiccuping from him. Definitely telling whoever was out there that he was, indeed, under the bed. Sure enough, he watched as polished black shoes approached, dark slacks not even touching the floor. For a while, the shoes and slacks just stood there. Didn't move. Didn't bend down. Nothing. "Go away, Arne!" At least, he figured it might be his second eldest brother. Peragrine's shoes weren't that small. Kestral was wearing shoes like their mom. No one else--
"I'm not your brother."
The voice made Aquilo shrink back a little into the cold wood floor, pressing his cheek to the damp. He did know that voice. New moisture came to his eyes. It sucked. He didn't want to look like such a ghoul in front of him. But he... he couldn't stop crying. He hiccuped again before trying to clamp his hands over his mouth, eyes scrunched up tight and groaning.
After a moment of silence, Spinar spoke up. "Have you been to the ice caves near here?"
Aquilo said nothing for a while. "No. Mom said that's not where we're allowed to go."
"I am. If you go with me, you can to."
He thought about that for a while. Listened to the voices down below. Listened for the missing voice. Closed his eyes. Spinar didn't move, though he did make a sound of impatience at one point. Slowly, Aquilo began to move, pulling himself from under the bed. A pale hand reached down at the edge of the bed and after a pause, he reached for it. The boil helped him out the rest of the way before dropping his hand and walking towards the door. Aquilo followed, rubbing at his eyes. It occurred to him Spinar didn't look at his face when he helped him out. A tiny, tiny smile came to Aquilo. Least he didn't see how pathetic he looked, crying like that...
At the water's edge, Partridge sat back, eyes shut and water trickling on his cheeks. One knee was pulled to his chest, resting his chin on it. He wanted Ed. He wanted Kestral's bed with the way too big crawlspace. Weren't dreams supposed to be happy? Why were they showing him all these? He just wanted to have fun. Not... remember. Why did he have to remember?
MY STATUS My character's username: Partridge_in_a_Skulltree My character's level: 5 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Mad Hatter Current party: N/A Current Guild: N/A Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC description of character: Lean and lengthy, Partridge_in_a_Skulltree is a young man with blue-white hair shaved along the right side of his head, with the rest of his hair left to flop to the left. Blue-rimmed glasses sit at the end of his nose, the same pale blue as his eyes. A Mad Hatter to the end, his trademark coat and hat are both a dark blue. Underneath can be seen a tight white shirt, loose black pants, and crisscrossing brown belts. Character journal: here
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medigel rolled 1 20-sided dice:
13
Total: 13 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 9:13 pm
[ fear ]
There was a very long moment in that standoff with the Fearleaders that she was sure she was going to get squashed. Pancaked. Thrown against the lockers and hair-pulled until migraines seemed like mere itches in comparison. There were five of them, most upper classmen, and there was only one of her. She backed against the wall and unsubtly fumbled her summon, wide-eyed as she created not her lightning warrior, but a cindery, gawking burrowing owl who promptly sneezed and nearly put itself out.
She barely heard the Fearleaders' exact words. Something about not being worth the time, being kicked off the team. Keep away from her boilfriend or else. The usual.
The threats didn't feel real; but their presence did.
OOC My character's username: afroQueen My character's level: 2 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Caterpillar Current party:Current Guild:Location:Small IC description of character: Dark skinned teen with fabulous, long, blue and black locks, as well as a variety of exotic markings. Walks with more swagger than is usually needed. Character journal: xxx
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Sable Eye Cerena rolled 1 20-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 9:17 pm
Rolling #1 HidingMY STATS My character's username: AceOfHz My character's level: 10 / 50 exp Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: White Rabbit Current party: N/a Current Guild: N/A Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC description of character: A pale, waifish character washed out by the reds of her White Rabbit class outfit. Long, silvery hair in an elaborate french braid. Character journal: Here
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Sable Eye Cerena rolled 1 20-sided dice:
11
Total: 11 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 9:18 pm
Rolling #2 GreyMY STATS My character's username: AceOfHz My character's level: 10 / 50 exp Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: White Rabbit Current party: N/a Current Guild: N/A Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC description of character: A pale, waifish character washed out by the reds of her White Rabbit class outfit. Long, silvery hair in an elaborate french braid. Character journal: Here
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Sable Eye Cerena rolled 1 20-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 9:19 pm
Rolling #3 WisdomMY STATS My character's username: AceOfHz My character's level: 10 / 50 exp Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: White Rabbit Current party: N/a Current Guild: N/A Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC description of character: A pale, waifish character washed out by the reds of her White Rabbit class outfit. Long, silvery hair in an elaborate french braid. Character journal: Here
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a-disgruntled-dragon rolled 1 20-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 9:28 pm
[ Roll 1 - Loss ]
More voices. Wonderful. She dried her eyes and sat by the water, wishing the voices would stop. They didn't seem angry like the ones with the beast, but never the less she wanted them to go away.
She splashed the water to get them to stop.
And down she fell.
Phymi had a thing for newspapers and stories. She knew it, others of Halloween seemed to know it. She loved her stories, loved them with a death grip of intensity. Sometimes though, she wondered why.
She wondered why she was in a newspaper girl outfit, why she had to have her stories. She knew her name, and that, obviously, she'd been in the ground some time.
Beyond that, that was lost to her apparent reanimation. It was an empty sort of feeling, to know you knew things but not know why. She often wondered if this was the feeling of loss she'd seen in others (non-undead and ghosts) when minipets vanished, or someone they cared about died.
She'd started to, one day, keeping a list of all the things she seen, and the emotions she associated with them, in an attempt to make sense of it.
It wasn't until a small minipet of her own vanished one day from her dorm room, never to return, that she understood the idea of "loss". As such, she made a note of it.
X. X. of X
The minipet I was keeping in my dorm room vanished today. I tried searching for the creature, calling it's name, etc, but it never did reappear. Sources tell me that this happens from time to time.
I feel somewhat... empty and sad. This must be what loss feels like, then. It surely must.
MY STATS My character's username: Phymi My character's level: 5 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Cat Current party: N/A Current Guild: N/A Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC description of character: On the shorter side, wearing a brown and white cheshire coat, blue scarf, and a tail. Cat ears and tail are both brown as well. She's got orange hair and orange eyes, and both knees. Very important. Character journal: Here
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Syusaki rolled 1 20-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 9:29 pm
[1 - Kindness ]
How does one learn to be kind? He doesn’t know. Perhaps he has always been naturally kind, but he wonders if that’s really true. He wonders if it began when he heard his parents’ voices echoing up the stairs and into his room. His door would always be slightly ajar because he couldn’t bear to let himself drown in darkness, but he could hear their worries and frustrations tear them up from the inside, and that was when he learned to set aside his selfish desires for others.
At least, that’s what he thinks, hopes.
MY STATS My character's username: R0GU3R4BB1T My character's level: 5 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: White Rabbit Current party: n/a Current Guild: n/a Location: n/a Small IC description of character: A rather tall lad with black hair and red streaks. Donned in red and white. Although he seems a bit confused, he takes it all in stride and comes across as rather amiable. Character journal: link
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a-disgruntled-dragon rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 9:29 pm
[ Roll 2 - Wisdom ]
The memories flickered some.
Wisdom was not something Phymi had. She was too head strong, too quick to eat knees. A kind hearted undead once gave her a piece of advice in her early existence.
"Now, girl, listen here and listen well. You are not a dim witted soul simply because you are the walking dead and decaying. You are a bright individual who has lots to show the world. Don't you ever let someone tell you otherwise." The undead had patted her on the head and smiled, before guiding her towards the Academy. He was the closest thing she had to a 'fatherly figure' though he gave her no name.
He was simply the zombie with the overalls.
Phymi took his wisdom to heart, and never ever let someone tell her she was dim witted or 'slow'.
MY STATS My character's username: Phymi My character's level: 5 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Cat Current party: N/A Current Guild: N/A Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC description of character: On the shorter side, wearing a brown and white cheshire coat, blue scarf, and a tail. Cat ears and tail are both brown as well. She's got orange hair and orange eyes, and both knees. Very important. Character journal: Here
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Syusaki rolled 1 20-sided dice:
20
Total: 20 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 9:30 pm
[ 20 - Wishes ]
Once upon a time, he would make a wish on a shooting star, and he would wish for many things. He would wish for the monster to stop living under his bed. He would wish that maybe for once his parents would believe him when he said something was in the closet. He would wish he couldn’t see the shadows that moved at night, that he could be normal like everyone else.
Although that was also when he learns wishing on shooting stars does nothing.
MY STATS My character's username: R0GU3R4BB1T My character's level: 5 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: White Rabbit Current party: n/a Current Guild: n/a Location: n/a Small IC description of character: A rather tall lad with black hair and red streaks. Donned in red and white. Although he seems a bit confused, he takes it all in stride and comes across as rather amiable. Character journal: link
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a-disgruntled-dragon rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 9:31 pm
[ Roll 3 - Grey (repeat roll)]
Grey, the color of zombie flesh.
Grey, the color of the sky during a storm.
Grey, how she felt at that moment in time.
She hadn't quite made friends in the first few months at the Academy. She'd scared someone with her knee nomming, not once, but twice, and had reclused into her dorm to stay there. She felt neither vibrant nor dark, neither fiesty nor depressed. She felt grey, apathetic, noncommital and completely forgettable.
Such was the life of a zombie who tried too hard to be more than her stigma...
Phymi jolted back into reality (so to speak) and shifted away from the water. Not doing that again, nope, nope. It had, though, calmed her down. It made her feel rather "meh" but some sleep may help with that.
She wandered off, one loot card richer.
[ Exit ]
[ Loot Gained: +1 Level, +1 Loot Card ]
MY STATS My character's username: Phymi My character's level: 5 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Cat Current party: N/A Current Guild: N/A Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC description of character: On the shorter side, wearing a brown and white cheshire coat, blue scarf, and a tail. Cat ears and tail are both brown as well. She's got orange hair and orange eyes, and both knees. Very important. Character journal: Here
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Syusaki rolled 1 20-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 9:31 pm
[ 10 - Normalcy ]
Living a normal life was what he has always wished for. After enough false wishes, he could finally force himself to forget everything that seemed to make him himself. No more cowering beneath the covers and no more staring into the tired, disbelieving eyes of classmates and adults alike. It was all over. He could live a normal life.
Kisses behind the school benches. Hunching over homework. Placing first place at the track meet. Normalcy.
MY STATS My character's username: R0GU3R4BB1T My character's level: 6 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: White Rabbit Current party: n/a Current Guild: n/a Location: n/a Small IC description of character: A rather tall lad with black hair and red streaks. Donned in red and white. Although he seems a bit confused, he takes it all in stride and comes across as rather amiable. Character journal: link
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Yin-Bug rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 9:43 pm
[1. Kindness]
Harlow was pretty much at her wits end. She was alone now, all alone for the rest of her life as far as she knew. The only person that she had left in her life was her father, and now he was gone too. Not only that but she had no one to take care of her or the house, and now here she was gathering her stuff that she had to take home with her from her father's funeral. This was the worst she was all kinds of heartbroken, and she felt incredibly alone and she couldn't help but to wonder how she was going to take care of so many things in her life and how she was going to work with what little she had. She was young and had not job.
She picked up her coat about to slide it on and wander her way into the cold weather outside and to her home, but as she turned around she found herself staring in the face of an old family friend. His name was Banks, Peter Banks, that is. Harlow always knew him as Mr. Banks growing up and she knew that her father and him were good friends. "Oh, hello Mr. Banks." She said mustering the best smile that she could.
"Hello Harlow we must have a talk."
That felt like the longest talk that she ever had with some one, she spoke about the great times that she had with her father and what was going on and what she was told happened to her father. Toward the end of the conversation as she left out a deep breath and was about to excuse herself Mr. Banks interrupted. He explained how the town was going to chip together to help pay for her father's house and bills, and her food. Her father was such a loved member of the community, that everyone wanted to help and keep an eye out for her. She was young but yet she never had been touched with such kindness in her entire life.MY STATS  My character's username: OceanDancer My character's level: 2 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: White Rabbit Current party: Current Guild: Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC description of character: Tall, slender girl, with her dirty blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun. Wearing a red and white, white rabbit outfit. Normally appears pretty pleasant and friendly, but pretty average. Character journal: Boop
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Syusaki rolled 1 20-sided dice:
15
Total: 15 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 9:45 pm
[ 15 - Despair ]
Why had she ever thought this life was fine? It actually wasn’t. It wasn’t at all. She stared at her sketchbook, flipping through each page with care so she could examine each sketch with care. To many it seemed like objective sketches, sketches made to practice and hone her skills, but with each drawing there was something more meaningful behind it.
But when she settled on the last rose she slammed the book shut.
MY STATS My character's username: SunnySideDown My character's level: 5 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Mad Hatter Current party: n/a Current Guild: n/a Location: n/a Small IC description of character: A forest-colored mad hatter with a perpetual scowl and knitted brows. Her hat hides the colorful streaks in her hair. Stands at an average height. Character journal: link
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