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Pixie Krysta Ordreg rolled 1 20-sided dice:
16
Total: 16 (1-20)
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 Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 12:25 am
{1/3} - Nostalgic DreamWatcher was unsure as to why she allowed herself to come back to the lake, Honestly it didn't make any sense. Yet, here she was again, just staring at the water. What would it have in store for her this time? Placing her hand into the water, she waits to see what vision would come to her this time.
As the water shifts, she tilts her head as she watch the vision with a curious look.
It was of herself and her brother Darren.
They were hiding out in her room, playing with her many minipets. Something that neither of them had a chance to do since coming to the school. It made her feel sad for a moment, remembering how much time she and Darren spent together.
But all they had were one another...OOC My character's username: DreamWatcher My character's level: 8 Character's HP: 30 Current party:Current Guild:Location: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. Character journal: here
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Pixie Krysta Ordreg rolled 1 20-sided dice:
20
Total: 20 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 12:27 am
{2/3} - Wishes The vision shifts again, to a more recent one at Amityville. She sat under a tree next to a familiar man. They were on a picnic date of some sorts. It was their actual first date, and she was looking up at the sky. Her gaze shifted to the moon. She didn't say it outloud, but she made a wish on the moon during that date.
She wished that one day, they would become maybe more then just what the contract called them.OOC My character's username: DreamWatcher My character's level: 8 Character's HP: 30 Current party:Current Guild:Location: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. Character journal: here
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Pixie Krysta Ordreg rolled 1 20-sided dice:
15
Total: 15 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 12:28 am
{3/3} - Despair The last vision, Dreamwatcher wished she never had to watch. She couldn't tear her eyes from it. She sat in her room crying, a eyephone tossed to the side. She just admitted to having feelings for Spinar's and he freaked on her. She was trembling, wanting nothing more then to just lock herself in her room and never come out.
Watching him leave was the hardest part. She couldn't take her words back, not when they were true. Instead she allowed him to leave, not knowing if she would ever speak to him again.
Despair took over, and all she could do was curl up on her bed.
And cry...
Finally closing her eyes, DreamWatcher felt herself shake over the last one. Her visions weren't too bad this time. Though she wouldn't lie when she said the last one still hurt.
Grabbing up her reward, she continues on.
Maybe she won't get caught up in this place again.OOC My character's username: DreamWatcher My character's level: 9 Character's HP: 30 Current party:Current Guild:Location: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. Character journal: here
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Fallen Archangel Az rolled 1 20-sided dice:
15
Total: 15 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 12:40 am
Kindness
His emotions were mixed as he closed his icy eyes, his face skewing as if in faint yet present pain. There was the blur of image, skewed as often as they were during his sleeping madness. Sure the next time he opened his eyes he would find himself in his own bed, perhaps hanging off the edge from all the extreme tossing and turning this trippy dream had undoubtedly caused.
And in fact his eyes did open, but not to what he was expecting. It has been so long ago, clearly when he was a very very young child. His father's domain was still in it's early stages...or..was this even his domain? Everything appeared lighter and..warmer than he realized. His head quickly snapped to the side, hearing his name clearly called in this muffled state of dream. It was his mother, although not quite as she was now by the sheer silhouette that came across his eyes.
She was handing him something, a something that he could not understand as significant then. It was a simple crystal, she called it a precious treasure from a sared place. An 'Angel Tear' she said, something she held dear long before he was even a thought. She said it would protect him someday, that its purpose was greater than he could understand then...but there would be a day when he would know what exactly it was for.
It was the last time he would see his mother this way, the only act of Kindness he would ever know.
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MY STATS My character's username: DragonPpy My character's level: 2 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Gryphon Current party: N/a Current Guild: N/a Location: Lake Small IC description of character: Black and gold captain's coat, black top/white bottoms, average sized human with extremely long icy white hair ending in an artic blue and eyes that mimic the same. Character journal: Journal
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Raja rolled 1 20-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 12:52 am
It was an odd thing to debate today. Frostpaw couldn't say he often 'lost' things, but at the same time... he really had. Those memories seemed lost? Or perhaps missing. With it something that might have been was gone?
Perhaps that was the scariest part of it. Not knowing what he has lost with his forgetting so much. Wasn't the fact he'd potentially lost touch with people the worst part of it all?
That really was a loss.
OOC  My character's username: Frostpaw My character's level: 12 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Current party: Current Guild: None Currently Location: Small IC description of character: (See image on the left) 5'7" male, a tad on the femenine side with appearances. Pale blue eyes, white hair that is long in the front and short in the back, and often accompanied by the sound of a bell. He does have some stripe markings on his face, and arms if you can see them at any point. He's usually wearing a rather bland, or unimpressed expression. Character journal: Here
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Fallen Archangel Az rolled 1 20-sided dice:
19
Total: 19 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 12:57 am
Despair
The memories continued to flood into his mind, rushing like hurricane as he was taken back by them all. He felt his heart sinking, left utterly confused by what he had just witnessed. He couldn't have been sure that it had actually happened...perhaps it was all but a fabrication of his own twisted mind that at one time sought for kindness.
But these memories rushing him now, they were all a breed of their own. He felt heavy, helplessness, sorrow....despair.
He was alone, this time just a little older than the former memory had cast him, and he was in those dark catacombs he often wandered as a teenager now. However, this time he was on the other side of those bars for whatever reason. His face felt warm and somewhat wet around his eyes and cheeks, his back placed against the ice cold wall as he held his knees close to his chest. Azmodeus closed his eyes for a moment as he sat in this cell, cold, alone, and terrified although he couldn't understand why.
Then the bars began to creak as the door to his cell opened, and quickly he looked up. His eyes widened and his heart stopped, there was no escape this time...
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MY STATS My character's username: DragonPpy My character's level: 2 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Gryphon Current party: N/a Current Guild: N/a Location: Lake Small IC description of character: Black and gold captain's coat, black top/white bottoms, average sized human with extremely long icy white hair ending in an artic blue and eyes that mimic the same. Character journal: Journal
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Raja rolled 1 20-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 12:57 am
So today he had to ponder a question. What was really being wise? Being smart? Knowing a lot? Or knowing how to USE what skills one had, meager or not, to their fullest? Certainly he'd seen both sides of it. And he himself probably fell closer to the first.
He may have known things, known how he should use them... but in a pinch he failed at something that simple. So could he be called wise? Or perhaps a real fool. ...he wasn't sure he liked the thought. Perhaps some practice was in order?OOC My character's username: Frostpaw My character's level: 12 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Current party: Current Guild: None Currently Location: Small IC description of character: (See image on the left) 5'7" male, a tad on the femenine side with appearances. Pale blue eyes, white hair that is long in the front and short in the back, and often accompanied by the sound of a bell. He does have some stripe markings on his face, and arms if you can see them at any point. He's usually wearing a rather bland, or unimpressed expression. Character journal: Here
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Raja rolled 1 20-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 1:00 am
Death was an odd topic to debate. Sure, it happened to everyone. Nothing was forever in life. But he, like many, didn't really feel like THINKING about such things.
It was actually a bit scary to imagine the day someone would be gone forever. He had had it happen before, to one he could barely recall. His mother. She'd died long before he properly knew her. Sometimes there were glimpses of things in his mind, but nothing was clear. It fogged over when he thought about it. Because it was just so long gone.
..did that mean he'd have those issues for everyone? Would he forget the details of their faces? He didn't want to imagine it, and he really just wanted to play it off as he being too young to recall properly... but was that the full truth?
It was best not to dwell on it really.OOC My character's username: Frostpaw My character's level: 12 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Current party: Current Guild: None Currently Location: Small IC description of character: (See image on the left) 5'7" male, a tad on the femenine side with appearances. Pale blue eyes, white hair that is long in the front and short in the back, and often accompanied by the sound of a bell. He does have some stripe markings on his face, and arms if you can see them at any point. He's usually wearing a rather bland, or unimpressed expression. Character journal: Here
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Raja rolled 1 20-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 1:09 am
So... death was a thing. It happened, right? He'd seen dead people... but they weren't really did? So did that mean that everyone who died came back to be happy in their world? If so, wasn't death an alright thing?
...but everyone was terrified of it, right? So why was death so scary if it wasn't permanent? He didn't quite fully understand it. But... maybe that was just because he'd forgotten something important again. Something that really mattered... because death still made him sad. The thought of it made him feel hopeless... like he could only sit and cry. But... but he didn't know why.
What happened?OOC My character's username: tufffluff My character's level: 12 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Caterpillar Current party: None Currently Current Guild: None Currently Location: Small IC description of character: (See image on the left) 5'5" male, and tends to come off as young at a glance. This is partially due to the goofy grin that's probably evident on his face. He has black hair that is messy and tied in the back in a ponytail, his eyes are nearly as dark a black. If there is any 'sheen' to it it's more brownish. A fluffy dog's set of ears and tail are added. Aside from that, he really doesn't look like he'd make a good wall... BUT HE'LL DO HIS BEST. Character journal: Here
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Raja rolled 1 20-sided dice:
19
Total: 19 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 1:12 am
So there was a lot to hope for in the world. And perhaps he was being a bit too simple. But really... really all he wanted was to be useful. To be able to provide what his friends wanted. So that he wouldn't lose them? He didn't think they would just abandon him mind you, but that something might happen?
He didn't know why, but he hoped it wouldn't. That he could prevent anything from happening. So... he just... sort of hoped he could be useful. Simple as it was. It was all he could really ask for?OOC My character's username: tufffluff My character's level: 12 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Caterpillar Current party: None Currently Current Guild: None Currently Location: Small IC description of character: (See image on the left) 5'5" male, and tends to come off as young at a glance. This is partially due to the goofy grin that's probably evident on his face. He has black hair that is messy and tied in the back in a ponytail, his eyes are nearly as dark a black. If there is any 'sheen' to it it's more brownish. A fluffy dog's set of ears and tail are added. Aside from that, he really doesn't look like he'd make a good wall... BUT HE'LL DO HIS BEST. Character journal: Here
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Raja rolled 1 20-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 1:14 am
Wisdom was that thing that other people seemed to always have. They knew how to do this, or that. Or everything inbetween. It was something he was finding he lacked. Each and every day. Even here he had to have things explained, and by those who'd arrived at the same time as him!
He just... he really didn't get this world. And he didn't quite understand why that was. Well this one or the real one. Because this was definitely a game... but... it was hard? Not that he didn't like it, but things were just too hard to understand. But apparently it was just for him. So he definitely lacked that wisdom thing. Maybe he'd figure that out too eventually?OOC My character's username: tufffluff My character's level: 12 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Caterpillar Current party: None Currently Current Guild: None Currently Location: Small IC description of character: (See image on the left) 5'5" male, and tends to come off as young at a glance. This is partially due to the goofy grin that's probably evident on his face. He has black hair that is messy and tied in the back in a ponytail, his eyes are nearly as dark a black. If there is any 'sheen' to it it's more brownish. A fluffy dog's set of ears and tail are added. Aside from that, he really doesn't look like he'd make a good wall... BUT HE'LL DO HIS BEST. Character journal: Here
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baby_gwing rolled 1 20-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 1:32 am
Kindness. It was a term that was strangely foreign to one such as Yvette. In her world, there was no such thing as kindness or chivalry or instances when things were done out of the goodness of one's nature or heart. No. People did things for a reason and because there was something that they hoped to gain in return for it. To think otherwise was just plain naivety and being stupid.
OOC My character's username: SugarPuss My character's level: 8 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Cat Current party: None Current Guild: None Location: ? Small IC description of character: A doe-eyed petite female with ashen grey skin and raven black tresses done up in a loose side braid. Her eyes are amber in colour and she dons a sky blue coat as well as a scarf and stockings that are black with green stripes. Character journal: Here
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 1:38 am
Hope
At that memory he subconsciously pulled his hand from the lake, although one last memory was determined to make it's appearance in his already rattled mind. Now he lay back on the ground once more, hands gripping his face as he groaned slightly, the hate and anger welling up deep within him as he could see nothing but fury. His hands eventually fell back to the ground, fingers digging into the soft soil.
He was hit with a sudden calm as a more recent memory came about, one where in all his demonic prowess and glory he stood, overlooking a frozen wasteland. With his vicious wings spread open and icy eyes surveying the land all around, it would be odd that he would feel any sort of positive emotion at this point. It seemed that with all he had endured as a youth, be it at the hands of his own family or that of a species warring with his clan...this land would be his, the throne would one day be his.
He looked down at his left hand, clenched within it was his mother's girt...the crystal Angel Tear.
And that was it for him.
The demon quickly got to his feet, composing himself and figuring no one had seen anything he had just had to suffer through. Frigid eyes glared hate at this lake, spitting on the ground as he turned away from it in disgust and left without another word.
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MY STATS My character's username: DragonPpy My character's level: 1 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Gryphon Current party: N/a Current Guild: N/a Location: Exiting the lake Small IC description of character: Black and gold captain's coat, black top/white bottoms, average sized human with extremely long icy white hair ending in an artic blue and eyes that mimic the same. Character journal: Journal
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Kaiyumi rolled 1 20-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 2:21 am
The revelation that Hunters existed had made the ghoul sick to her stomach. Although she feared what would happen to the students now that they were around, she felt a little more confident in their survival compared to those of some of the Halloween citizens.
For example, her uncle.
Although a brilliant baku to be sure, he really wasn't much of a fighter. He could be vicious when it came to fulfilling his duties implanting horrific nightmares, but physically? He wasn't threatening at all. If the Hunters were ever to get a hold of him....
She was scared of losing him.OOC My character's username: Nightbloom My character's level: 22 Character's HP: 30/30 Current party: N/A Current Guild: N/A Location:Small IC description of character: Nightbloom is a petite girl with pink-tinged white hair. She has a pair of black cat ears and dons a light blue-lined black coat, while her scarf and tail are both white. Character journal: Here
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Kaiyumi rolled 1 20-sided dice:
14
Total: 14 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 2:23 am
Her mother had always been strict when it came to Xiu's upbringing, but she had also introduced what would serve to become one of the ghoul's favourite hobbies: baking. Even as a little scareling, the baku would spend much of her time making cakes and spookies, relishing not only the process of making the treats, but eating them as well.
For a little ghoul like herself, it was pure heaven.OOC My character's username: Nightbloom My character's level: 22 Character's HP: 30/30 Current party: N/A Current Guild: N/A Location:Small IC description of character: Nightbloom is a petite girl with pink-tinged white hair. She has a pair of black cat ears and dons a light blue-lined black coat, while her scarf and tail are both white. Character journal: Here
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