There is sand beneath her feet and it is certainly a feeling that she supposes she would be accustomed to. But there is sand everywhere, as far as she can see, and it does not lead into any sign of clear water. The air is dry and still, and the sand sears her skin and she runs forward in a desperation to keep her feet from burning.
There is no water. She cannot hear the sound of waves splashing up on the shore. It is just endless sand and heat and Marzena succumbs, pulling the fur cloak off her shoulders. It doesn't bother her when she discards it on the sand because it is simply something material.
What bothers her is that the sand swallows it up entirely, suctioning it downwards to somewhere below it all.
She runs on.
Over time, she realizes that running is a terrible idea. Sweat is trickling down her brow, and the heat is getting to her.
She finds herself discarding her long-sleeved top. Again, the sand pull it away, and even as she steps forward into it, it doesn't not drag her in. She almost wishes it does, so it can bring her away from this infernal place. Anywhere but here.
This carries on until she is left only clutching her pelt to her chest.
Give it up. Something whispers to her. Give it up and you'll no longer have to suffer.
"No." She gasps out, clenching the spotted fur. "Never."
It's only a matter of time. The voice mocks her as she trudges on, but she does not give in.
She cannot give in.
There was still endless heat.
She was still trudging on, clutching her spotted fur to herself. Sweat creased her brow and every single inch of her pale creamy skin, but she was not about to give in. She could not ever give in, and give it up, even if it was just but a remnant of what she had already lost.
You can do it. A gentle voice, soothing and calm, whispered. It was nothing like the voice earlier, that had sounded sultry and hypnotizing, but with a tinge of malice to it that made her skin crawl. No, this voice was much more familiar, in fact, it almost sounded like that of her mother's.
It couldn't be... right? This had to be a trick. It was tricking her into a false sense of comfort.
But as soon as that thought crossed her mind, she heard the sound of waves crashing off in the distance, and a sea breeze rippled her hair. It was a comfort like no other, especially when her lips were dry and her throat was parched.
She ran forward and found the sand clearing to form an oasis of clear blue water. All her clothes lay, neatly folded at the base of a palm tree, and she did not stop until she dived into the cool water.
It was a miracle, and she was reinvigorated, laughing and twirling in the waters, her seal skin tied around her waist. It was almost as if she was a seal again. Almost.
But it was enough.
OOC
My character's username: sealed My character's level: 84 Character's HP: 40 Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: sealed is a surly looking cheshire cat wraith all decked out in blue, her tail ringed with black stripes. Her hair is a light blond color and is of medium length, just past her shoulders. She possess a sharp set of claws and constantly fades in and out of invisibility.
tufffluff hadn't known what to make of it when he watched all of that. But what came last caused his breath to catch in his throat.
No... no don't replay. He didn't want to see it a second time. But... it seemed that wasn't to be the truth of what he was about to see.
It was still dark here. Echoing pitch black as he managed a breath. Nothing. Emptiness. He shifted his footing, the grass at his feet giving off a light rustle as he did, head shifting from side to side as he looked for anything. Even a small speck of light.
Nothing.
The swallow that followed was tough, difficult as it caught. "Is anyone there?" Though this time, while his voice echoed as if into nothing. There was a quiet reply. What would you choose? He recognized that voice, he'd heard it but once. But one rarely forget their first living memory. But it didn't make it any less cryptic as he stumbled forward a few steps, straight toward the noise. "Choose?" He questioned it, looking around wildly to find the source.
A path. One meant for you.
Ah, it was talking about that again. "But... I didn't go in the black door?" Silence a moment as he looked around, finally realizing that the ground he was standing on had grown darker since before. So then what would you choose? It wasn't going to make the suggestion for him. "To protect them. To save them." That was right, he didn't want to hurt them.
He'd have never chosen to do so. Then that is your choice. There was an odd sound at that point, as if something was creaking open ahead. A door, and the sound of chains rattling as they were forced to release. Light washed out of it, pale blue and illuminating what was beyond. Just bright enough to show what it was. A normal... bright day at the school. Because... if he truly wished for it. Wasn't that a form of sanctuary in a way? At least compared to the dark shallows he was in now.
A step was taken. This time not sinking into grass but a faint blue-ish hue to it as he walked along. That same faint glow those chains gave off. A nightmare would be being the opposite of what he'd been told he was meant for... so perhaps he had been given a nice dream. And with that he stepped along through the door.
OOC
My character's username: tufffluff My character's level: 46 Character's HP: 40/40 Character's Job Class: Sentry 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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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2014 1:21 am
Remember.
That was all the voice had said, and in his current state Kiin just...couldn't refuse. So he remembered. The nightmare. It was a recurring one. It was his past. It was him. And he remembered. Everything.
Clink. Clink. Clink.
The sound of metal on metal stirred a child awake. Dark, coal red eyes recognize that face, even at a distance. Young. Indifferent. Scarred. In bad shape, he knew. Aching, he remembered. Too well. All too well. But the figure was all but swallowed up by the shadows. He couldn't see. He didn't want to. He did.
Clink. Clink. Clink.
"Come, now, child..."
Eyes narrowed. He knew that voice. The child seemed to freeze in place, and a noticeable chill fell in the room. "We don't have time enough for your bouts of sleep, you know this."
Clink. Clink. Clink.
The voice was saccharine sweet, melodious. Venom. He didn't need a light to know that a sardonic smile was spread wide across her shadowed face. There was a dull, green glow where her eyes should have been; the child look up slowly and saw. Such wicked, smiling eyes.
He froze. He knew those eyes. What it meant. The clink-ing sound's source. He knew but he couldn't move. His legs refused to cooperate. The rest of his body didn't do much better, not even his voice. And he watched as she's undid the cage's locks and opened its door and the child slowly sat up. His dark, coal red eyes were barely lit. His body was small. Frail. Weak in every sense of the word, but he slowly rose to his feet and stepped out.
He winced at the sight of the puncture. The way the child's body crumpled to the ground, but his breathing was steady and his eyes were still flickering red. She was barking orders at something before he even knew it, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the child's body that lay on the ground. Naked. Skinless for a time, before a pair of somethings draped some kind of a sheet over him. Wrapped it around his arms. His legs. His feet. His face..
He shuddered as a loud CRACK resounded in the room. The child's bones contorted, bending where they ought not to bend. Breaking. Growing, but misshapen. Disfigured. Wrong.
Searing hot, crushing and painful. That's what it felt like, he remembered. And he knew It'd stretch out for what felt like an eternity as the his screams filled the room...
And then everything was pitch black. The screams faded into the background and there was nothing for a time. Then a pin-p***k of light that grew, enveloped him and blinded him for a time before he finally closed his dark, coal red eyes to it. When he opened them, he was back.
But he wasn’t.
The room was still familiar. Wood walls, the high window on the left wall, the dim lighting, even the draft was familiar. What wasn’t familiar?
The bed in the left corner, large enough to accommodate a still-growing teen, done up in simple blankets and sheets. There was even a pillow at the head, and the bed itself looked handmade, carved and carefully made. The nightstand beside it was done in the same fashion, wooden and meticulously carved. There was a plethora of rugs on the floor, and pelts covered the walls, hung from the ceiling, and basically filled the room. The drapes, the decoration. The warmth was unfamiliar. And the cage?
There it was, the cage, but it housed not a child. Instead, within its bars was a ferret-like creature, fluffy and fat and lazy as it slept.
There was nothing unwelcoming in this room; not where he was concerned. And as he looked on he noticed that a child had entered and was staring at the spot where he was standing, so he blinked back at the child, who only smiled in return and went about his business.
Clink. Clink. Clink.
He heard. He tensed and watched the child’s reaction. He was smiling, then laughing, then he hopped on the bed and sat up, as though in anticipation, until finally someone entered the room.
Clink. Clink. Clink.
Chains. He watched her enter, the smile on her face soft, her laughter truly melodious as she came and sat on the bed, then wrapped the child in her arms before releasing him and giving him something. A gift? he wondered, watching with narrowed, disbelieving eyes. And the talked and they laughed...
It was her, but it wasn’t. It was him, but it wasn’t. A dream, he knew, and not reality. But the emotions were certain enough. Belonging. Home. Family. All he’d hoped as a child wrapped up neatly in a single, solitary dream. One he knew he would need to wake from, but as he sat and watched he couldn’t help but smile.
A small, bittersweet, and rather lonely, smile. But it was, at the very least, a genuine smile.
MY STATS
My character's username: SlKiiNL3SS My character's level: 57 (25/100) Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Insane Mad Hatter Current party: -- Current Guild: Secrets Service - The Game Enders Location: ... Small IC description of character: 5'5", lean and dressed in monochrome grays, blacks and whites with a surprising accent of gold in his outfit. Eyes are dark red coal, skin a lighter olive shade, and his jet black hair somewhat blends into the nifty top hat. His deck of cards also match his outfit's general color scheme. Character journal:click
Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2014 1:35 am
The Nightmare
She watched herself, sitting alone in the dark, she watched herself though a one way mirror, like one would watch a prisoner. So she watched herself, a prisoner of her own fantasy. Of a false love in youth. Of a family that abandoned her. She watched her life in the blink of an eye, yet each nanosecond so vivid that it grabbed her mind and held tight, refusing to let go.
Arms wrapped around her, fingers around her neck as water started to rise around her, yet she remained bolted to her chair, unable to move. His song was gentle, his hands were not. Israfel sang and sang and sang of peace and happiness and hope and love and didn't understand that it wasn't like that, nothing was like that why didn't he see? Why was he choking her, why wouldn't he let her say anything? The water rose higher and higher, in ran into her lungs, choking her further yet Israfel wouldn't let her die.
He kept singing, even after she stopped being able to see his face, smiling down at her.
Static was a sound of white noise, not really bad or bothersome but just sort of there. It could be calming in a way, and sitting in uniform, coat and scarf clean and white and pressed, boots polished and free of marks, she saw past the static, watched it clear into sunlight. Sunlight that drew shades atop her head to cover her face, her eyes. Around her was an empty feild. Wildflowers blooming, the sound of ocean waves drowning out what the window showed. No longer a screen but a window, white and fixed. Lace curtains blowing softly on the side. She saw her life on Deus, of a boy who held her softly. Of a man who put on a silly helmet, dancing with glow sticks in an abandoned office to celebrate two artist's winning awards a world away. She saw a woman and a man deeply in love, though their worry for each other was only of fear they might love too much. She saw a girl with just as much enthusiasm as she, smiling and laughing alongside a man with softer smile. A man who rolled up rims of paper cups, cursing at a lose yet smiling all the same. She saw leaders who fought for a world they had left behind, the last grips of humanity perhaps sacrificed to fight just a bit longer, a bit harder than the rest. She watched through the window the sound of seagulls still but white noise. Then- she saw herself. Younger, holding up a bow as tall as her, vibrant in color. Hands came and held her softly, feathers brushing her cheek. Solia saw herself, happy, sitting alone, thumb running over a tiny blue rose ring.
The feeling of water hit her shoes, socks soaking as around her the grass gave way to sand. Standing she went to the window and shut it, the curtains drawn closed. Israfel's hand wrapped her own and together they stood along the shoreline, the sound of gulls and the ocean white noise. Sitting down, she leaned on him and closed her eyes, smiling as he sang to her a soft lullaby.
OOC
My character's username: AngelofSong My character's level: 33 Character's HP: 40 Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character:
A tiny girl with curling brown hair and eyes, she wears a pink an white outfit with mouse like ears and tail. He tilts her head often and sniffs things. Her giant needle if filled with an odd pink liquid.
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 blanc_usagi's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
[A.V.]
blanc_usagi's weapon true weapon takes the form of [ a vuvuzela ]. (Possibly a tumpet club.) It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in sweetm00n's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
amicableAggressor
sweetm00n's weapon true weapon takes the form of [ a spiked longbow ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in k1ng's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
astrazilla
k1ng's weapon true weapon takes the form of [ a chipped cleaver ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in sombra_mueca's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
[A.V.]
sombra_mueca's weapon true weapon takes the form of [ a pair of katars ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in DEDfeesh's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Avian Serpentine
DEDfeesh's weapon true weapon takes the form of [ a crossbow ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in Divinity's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
baneful
Divinity's weapon true weapon takes the form of [ an dual bladed spear ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in FlukeFiend's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Cheekiebirdiee
FlukeFiend's weapon true weapon takes the form of [ a pair of chained daggers ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in NotAllan's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
chimarii
NotAllan's weapon true weapon takes the form of [ a shadow claymore ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in Byakko's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Natsuko-neko
Byakko's weapon true weapon takes the form of [ a pair of claws tied by a ribbon ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in Undying=Borg's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
rathurue
Undying=Borg's weapon true weapon takes the form of [ a great sword with a gleaming eye embellishment that pierces with a sinister look ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in The Waxwing Slain's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
rejam
The Waxwing Slain's weapon true weapon takes the form of [ an undersized dagger with antlers and feathers ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in Pumcat's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Rikku Takanashi
Pumcat's weapon true weapon takes the form of [ a feathered spear ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in R0GU3R4BB1T's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
syusaki
R0GU3R4BB1T's weapon true weapon takes the form of [ a pair of sickles tied by rope ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in SunnySideDown's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
syusaki
SunnySideDown's weapon true weapon takes the form of [ a spiked mace ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in HotTea42's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Skye Starrfyre
HotTea42's weapon true weapon takes the form of [ a claw marked shield ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2014 1:57 am
She doesn't remember walking into the room but she supposes she did because how else did she get here. The shadows don't faze her, they're not supposed to, but she hears the snip of shears.
And she wakes in bed, in her room back in Amityville. She blinks, tries to rub the sleep from her eyes but can't. Her limbs feel heavy, too heavy, they're functional but unresponsive. And the voice whispers into her ear. But she didn't believe it. Refused to believe it.
Her lids closed. Darkness fell.
the nightmare
Inaudible voices. Muted whispers. All around her, secrets are being revealed, mysterious are unwound, and everything is laid bare.
She has nothing to hide behind. No masks to disguise herself. No images to blur or distort.
And all eyes turn to her.
They know who she is. They know what she is. And they are not impressed.
Unseen hands grip her arms, pulls them back, binds them behind her. Her jaw is unhinged open. Something pours into her mouth and slides down her throat.
Scream for us.
Her mouth is open but no sound comes out. Disuse perhaps is the culprit? No, she knows her voice is functional, but something is holding it back. Keeping her from breaking her vow. A presence, familiar, seen only from the corner of her eye. A Card? Yes, that was a card she saw. She doesn't see it, but she can feel it in her hands, the smooth texture against the pads of her thumb. It's comforting.
She looks back up, mouth still slack-jaw, but she squares her shoulder back. And the force trying to pries her voice from her is pushed back. She's strong enough to resist. She's better than what they've judged her to be. Her FEAR collects around her, cocoons her, roiling and coiling tighter and tighter. The tension knots at her limbs, draws away the unseen force, and finally she bursts free.
Clapping. Whistling. Cheering. From behind her.
Her Superiors are there, nodding. In approval. It was a test.
"Well done, Agent. You've successfully maintained your position. Category and rank increased and improve."
And she passed.
Wordlessly, she stood.
MY STATS
My character's username: fouof My character's level: 39 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Insane Mad Hatter Current party: None Current Guild: Raiders of the Lost Ark Location: Small IC description of character: Blonde, lightly tanned, wearing the black and gray Mad Hatter clothing. Eyes are never visible. Character journal:fouof
He was greeted with an endless room of searing white.
It wasn't quite appropriate to call it a room either. It didn't seem to have corners, no four walls, surrounding him. Just blank, bright white all around him, as if he was just a drawing on an empty canvas. But he certainly wasn't floating; his feet was planted surely on a flat surface. "Hello?" He called out, taking a step forward. "Is anyone... here?"
He was greeted with stark silence. As he continued walking forward, Erebus started to feel strange, as if something was not quite right with his body. Like there was something missing, but he couldn't quite put a finger on it.
"Hello?"
Why would you want anyone?
He hadn't quite been expecting a reply, especially one that reverberated in his head. It was soft, but in a place so quiet, even the softest voice seemed to stand out. It sounded bored too, and carried what seemed to be a tone of resignation. Erebus couldn't quite place it as a male or female voice either.
"Who... are you?"
Slowly, figures began to trickle into sight; forming from their toes, assembling themselves upwards until they were whole. Shadows, dark figures with no faces, and yet he could tell who they were from their mere silhouette alone.
His family.
You have proven nothing. The voice said. And so, it is here you will stay.
He reached out to them, mouth opening in protest, but they vanished, like they were just smoke blown away by the wind, even if the air remained still around him.
Even as he called out their names, no one answered. The voice did not come back.
He was alone.
Solitude.
That's all there was.
There had to be a way out, he thought. There was no use in standing around in waiting for something to happen. With that thought, he shifted into his canine form and charged forward.
It seemed an endless hallway. Even after he stopped and decided to change directions, it was as though he was making no progress. There were no landmarks, nothing except white that stretched on forever and just a single dark blot that was him.
And then he crashed right into a wall.
At first, it confused him, and he wondered if he was hallucinating.
But he poked and prodded it with a paw and found that he had found was the very border of this room. Bracing himself, he threw his whole weight against the wall, teeth and claws bared, blue fire swirling all around him. He was determined to break out, and after a few more frantic attacks, he managed to make a hole big enough for him to squeeze through.
There was no more blinding white. The sight that greeted his eyes was something so familiar to him.
He found himself at the walkway leading up to his family mansion. Erebus glanced back and found that the hole had disappeared entirely, but the evidence he had broken out of... whatever that was, was clear. He was battered, blue flames flickering at his paws, white dust clinging to his fur, but he didn't have time to shake it away before two other black dogs pounced on him, barking delightedly and nuzzling him with affection.
"You're home!" His brothers yelled at him, and he found himself in shock. Hadn't he seen them all crumble into dust, into nothing? And yet they were here, and he was here, and over their shoulders, he could see their parents smiling down at them.
He was home.
OOC
My character's username: HadesKnight My character's level: 46 Character's HP: 40 Current party: Current Guild:The White Rose Garrison Location: Small IC description of character:RABBIT (now with a cloak!)
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 Kousagi's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
AyeAvast
Kousagi's true weapon takes the form of [ a double bladed axe ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in Gravity's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
bittiface
Gravity's true weapon takes the form of [ a trident ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in protista's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
danse-hexe
protista's true weapon takes the form of [ an ice sickle ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in TotallyAllan's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
DarkHeartedSorrow
TotallyAllan's true weapon takes the form of [ a pair of chakrams ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in iPink's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
dragain
iPink's true weapon takes the form of [ a weighted net ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in DreamWatcher's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Pixie Krysta Ordreg
DreamWatcher's true weapon takes the form of [ nunchucks ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in n0mn0ms's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
kuumeii
n0mn0ms' true weapon takes the form of [ a star staff ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in Waiting2Bloom's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
meegane
Waiting2Bloom's true weapon takes the form of [ a pike with ribbons ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in sealed's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Melodine Cantus
sealed's true weapon takes the form of [ a lotus staff ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in SlKiiNL3SS's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
_ p a o cx
SlKiiNL3SS's true weapon takes the form of [ a flail ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in tufffluff's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
raja
tufffluff's true weapon takes the form of [ a shield with an ominous eye embellishment ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in WarQueen's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
seussi
WarQueen's true weapon takes the form of [ a fat axe ]. (Executioner's Axe) It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in SCIENCE's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Zee Oddwyn
SCIENCE's true weapon takes the form of [ tha bomb ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in FrozenFlower's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
zyphiris
FrozenFlower's true weapon takes the form of [ a pair of javelins ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
Wiz couldn't remember when she arrived in this place, one moment she was celebrating her latest victory after passing the most difficult quest she ever faced since the endless forest, next, she was here.
She yawned and stretched, wondering why she was staring to get so sleepy when she suddenly jerked awake, her eyes rolling so far back, nothing but white was showing.
And she dreamed....
This was it.
She was having a nightmare.
She remembered this...
As much as she wanted to, Anasia couldn't seem to shake herself awake, images of the sun and its blinding rays glimmered across her body, causing her skin to swell and melt, as she walked through the expansive desert she was suddenly in.
The feeling of loneliness overwhelmed her as she watched her self wander in the heat
Her brothers and sisters were all pointing at her, laughing and cheering the sun on as it got hotter and hotter, her legs slowly becoming a long trailing puddle as she walked on, forever doomed to walk the desert till she was no more than a drop amongst the many grains of hot sand.
She was alone...
Sweat cloaked her body as she managed to open her eyes, expecting to see the desert only to find herself at home by the fire.
Wait, fire? They never used the fire anymore unless some one was cooking a meal, some one that no longer existed in this plane.
Then next thing she felt shocked her.
Arms wrapped themselves around her from behind, a soft kiss placed on her head. She didn't want to look, she couldn't look no matter how much she wanted to...And she didn't, but she could feel the smile, the warmth of the mystery person behind her, along with something she hasn't felt for a long time.
Love.
She couldn't take it anymore, she had to look, she had to know for sure. Turning around slowly, tears of joy filled her eyes as she looked up to the smiling face of her mother, bawling like a four year old.
"Ana baby...No need to cry hear? Its alright. Ive always been there for you my little giantess, and I will continue to be there no matter what. You're never along so long as I'm here to protect you..."
Her mother leaned forward to place a soft kiss on her cheek, her hands engulfing hers as a small glow formed.
"Remember what I said Ana, Im always here no matter what. Take care of your father for me hear? He's so stubborn when it comes to you child.."
Wiz took a moment to look down at what her mother gave her, smiling fondly as she found herself looking a what she could only think was a special card.
She wasn't so alone after all, her nightmare would never come true.
OOC
My character's username: ManaicalIceWiz My character's level: 40 Character's HP: 40 Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character:
Tall, blue-skinned and purple eyed, ManaicalIceWiz sports the caterpillar garb with a brown cape and pink top armor with silver. She also has black pants and silver armor boots with spikes on them. One thing to note is her hair which is a shinny white, as if it was made of melting ice.
Joy woke to confusion and disorientation. Along with muzzy vision, dry throat, and the worst case of morning breath bar none. Her tongue felt like sandpaper stuck to the top of her mouth. Her breath hitches when she realized the tinny beeping wasn't an alarm clock. And that her room had suddenly shrunk to claustrophobia-inducing proportions.
She tried to raise her hands, pound her fists against the glass window too fogged up to see anything out of, but she couldn't move. Her muscles bunch and tense, Binabangungot ako, binabangungot ako, she repeats to herself as a mantra to calm herself.
The beeping increased and gas filled her lungs, sending her under, sending her back into sleep.
the nightmare
Blank void.
White emptiness.
Nothing as far as the eye can see.
Joy runs. And runs. And runs.
And runs.
She can't tell if she's back to where she started, can't tell if she's running in place, or just in circles.
No up. No down.
"Oh God, this is so ******** boooooooooooring!!!" she shrieks, spews profanities enough to paint the air blue but still.
Nothing as far as the eye can see.
White emptiness.
Blank void.
This again. Oh ******** hell, this again!? Joy mentally groaned. Wasn't there anything else in this ********, shitty wasteland?! Hell, it wasn't even a wasteland because at least there you get a sky, a ground, and shitty scenery. Here it was just. Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
Nothing fun to do. No one to talk to or complain to. No monsters, shadows, or things that tear and bite and hurt lurking somewhere. Those she can handle. She welcomes the terror and the fear and the pain as much as she does the fun and excitement and joy.
She flopped down on her back, cursing and muttering. She was stuck here. Trapped for all eternity. In the distance, though, she noticed something. A speck, growing bigger and bigger until she could finally make out it was a card.
"Ha?" she blinked, reaching out and taking ahold of it. Something whispered into the shell of her ear and she remembered wind in her hair, the pain of overtaxing her muscles, the pounding of her heart and the hum of spinning wheels.
Then she noticed gravity had no meaning here. She brightened and she realized, in this blank white void, there was nothing to stop her or limit her. She was all there was here. And if that was the case, she could do anything.
She sat up. Or as up as she could guess and kicked off. And she flew.
MY STATS
My character's username: RazerHead My character's level: 51 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Royal Gryphon Current party: None Current Guild: Secrets Service - The Game Enders Location: Small IC description of character: Brown-haired, 5"6, tanned Royal Gryphon wearing the black and red outfit. Got some scars on her too. Character journal:RazerHead
Saya had heard it before. She had been adopted because her parents had left her for dead. They wanted nothing to do with a child that cried endlessly because they didn't know what had been wrong with her. There was nothing for their child to cry about yet she never stopped--
They never understood how Saya, even at a young age, perceived strange things. She felt it, she just didn't know it at the time. She didn't know much more details than that. She only overheard it from her adoptive parents, as lovely as they were. Even her adoptive parents couldn't shield their child from that talk, agreeing that honesty was the best policy.
Saya was scared. Nobody had wanted her to exist when she was born .. and she still didn't know why she was here now. If she wasnt second, third, fourth-- or even hundredth choice, why was she here?
Now she heard the words she feared most of all, in her most precious's person's voice.
"I wish you were never here."
She was alone. She knew she was alone. All the colors started to fade from beneath Saya's feet, leaving a pure white emptiness. Saya knew that a part of her valued her emotions in the form of colors.. and that would explain why there was nothing here now. She wasn't wanted by her mother, she knew that a long time ago. The voice hurt like nothing else.
Suddenly, something clattered at her feet. It was a bucket? Saya squinted at the object, frowning. She didn't know why it was here.
A hand touched her shoulder. Wasn't she alone? Saya turned, almost fearfully, afraid what was going to happen next. Her face nearly collided with a wet brush, full of bright teal paint. She hastily took a step back, closing her eyes.
"W-Whoa there! Don't turn around so fast or you'll eat paint!"
Saya looked up confused. The brush, dipped in teal paint, was being shoved into her hand. There was everyone around her-- Several members of Deus and her adoptive family. They were all holding brushes and smiling from ear to ear. Everybody was spotted with colors.
"We're painting.. and you're in it! You just gotta paint yourself in!"
Saya didn't know what they were talking about. The room had been the loneliest of whites. She turned around to explain that and suddenly found herself a mural. Her breath was stolen in the flurry of colors. The white of several people's coats were tinted with a icy blue.. everybody's different colored hair seemed to make a rainbow of hair colors.. All of their hands were linked, with a rainbow encircling all of the small character versions of themselves above.
In the middle was .. Saya? Somebody's hands pushed her forward, nudging her.
"C'mon, just add the last finishing touches! Add a cute little teal heart to everyone~" Everybody cheered, raising their hands up. Saya didn't ask about if they wanted her here or not.. Because the painting said everything. Tears welled up in her eyes, as she struggled to wipe them with her sleeves. Even her sleeves were now dotted with flecks of paint. She had been wanted all along. She had made herself wanted.
CHARACTER STATS
My character's username: konpeito My character's level: 27 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: White Herald Rabbit Current party: Current Guild: Vicious streak Location: Small IC description of character: White rabbit with a big yellow braid Character journal:saya/konpeito
Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2014 4:01 am
It was more of a flash of images than anything coherent. Many eyes had been there, staring at her one moment and then the breaking of the sunlight. Was it her bed? It was all a blur to her as the darkness took her again. It was like waking out of a layered dream which held its own horrors at each layer until finally settling into nothingness.
A hand shot out at the strange shapes above her and watched as it danced towards her teasingly. "Hn." She felt a haze move over her and the word voicelessly spoken into her head. Remember? When it came to her remembering was one of the hardest things she could do. So many memories had already been lost, was there more now? Dancing in her hands her fingers met the card and something on the fringe of her mind came back.
Something haunting flooded her.
NIGHTMARE
The spear was broken.
The warrior rolled it in her hands and inspected the splintered wood. Around her there was a murmur of faceless entities as her bright eyes lingered over the broken weapon. A warm breeze that was hauntingly familiar pushed through her hair and her eyes moved back to the crowd around her. She knew this place, this breeze the air; it was home, where new recruits were taken to face their initiation tasks.
She knew this scene. It had played out before her many times. It floated as a far away memory as a moment in time that she went back to whenever she needed to remember, to encourage... This was not that scene.
The chatter around her was met with the disapproving eyes of those nearby. Her mentor looking horrified and casting a disappointed look to her. Iyari's hands tightened around the weapon and she could feel it slipping away from her. No words could be spoken or heard as the chattering became a deafening screech around her, her eyes focusing again on the splintered edges.
A broken weapon was useless. The full potential gone and wasted away. In her hands it was a sentence she could not bear and closed her eyes slowly, the word slipping out from under her breath.
"Failure."
As the bitter word hung in her head she stifled a sigh, but then in the midst of it something began to warp. Like a ripple in a lake it wavered in memory until it was gone yet again, restarting over again...
The spear was brand new and its shining, sharp edge glittered in the light of day. Speckled onto the metal was the remnants of blood from a recent kill, a feat she was beaming over as she stood in front of her peers and superiors, clacking the spear down onto the wooden ground with a loud clack sound.
A warm breeze moved past her and she took in a deep breath of it, allowing it to flow over her body like a welcome embrace. In front of her she could see her mentor and her proud gaze looking at her. The task had been completed and now she was a true member of her tribe, a functioning member with heart, soul and blood to give to War itself.
Whooping with vigor she heard the crowd give their approval and she looked back to them, and then forwards with her head held high, heart filled with pride in herself and acceptance. "I will serve you well." She said, beaming again. There was no failure to be had, it had gone as well as she had made it. All of it had been by her own actions and she had succeeded. Pride was key and she closed her eyes with a hum on her lips.
Again it could encourage her as it needed to, the dream of a memory of days long ago.
MY STATS
My character's username: r3dkill Card: 7 of Spades My character's level: 37 Character's HP: 40/40 Character's Job Class: Royal Gryphon Current party: None Current Guild: None Location: ??? Small IC description of character: r3dkill (aka r3d) appears as a woman with long, red hair peaking out from her Gryphon hat, wearing a red and black version of the normal class uniform. Feathers stick out of her hat and she has piercing green eyes. Character journal: [r3dkill log]
The school yard was illuminated in red as the flames licked at the centuries old buildings, tearing into the classrooms that only hours before she had been sitting in. The roar of the fire was deafening, and yet it's fury was masked by the sounds of steel clashing against steel, the snarls of monsters against the cry of humans, and the flash of a white coat drenched in blood.
Pokerus stood on the edge of this fight for survival, terror grasping her heart with a iron first. Everywhere she looked someone she knew and cared about was being destroyed. A flash of red caught her attention, and Xiu stumbled across her path with a deep wound to her side, pain and terror written clearly on her face. Her pursuer bore a savage grin as she threw a spear with deadly accuracy. The Baku fell where she stood, lifeless eyes staring into nothing.
With rage in her heart she leapt forwards at the hunter who dared to kill her friend. A clawed hand tore through both cloth and flesh to the center of it's heart in a quick slash. But when she looked up into the face of Xiu's killer she only saw pain and suffering, the hurt look of a girl whom had admired her in a time and place that didn't exist. A tear rolled down Ami's face, and she went limp.
She didn't have time to mourn or feel. A shriek echoed over everything else, and Poke dashed to the scene. Mitsu was sobbing on the ground as another hunter pointed a weapon at her head. She recognized her, saw the determined look in Solia's face but couldn't move. She had talked to this hunter, she had been harmless! How could she possibly want to harm her?
Her hesitation proved fatal, and Solia let the arrow fly. Mitsu's cries ceased, leaving Poke to stare in mute horror at what she had done, at what she hadn't done. She could only watch as two others appeared, a one eyed reaper and a cat demon, and they did what she couldn't. The hunter stood no change against their combined wrath and soon enough she was dealt with. The two figures then stared at Poke, the question in their furious eyes obvious; why hadn't she done anything to save their friend? The question would go unanswered, as others came to fight them off.
Only then did Poke jump forward as it was clear the mass of hunters would overwhelm Shun and Riyo, but she was not strong enough to take on of such a large group. The hilt of a sword caught her in the stomach, a gauntlet to her head and the dragon stumbled backwards to her knees. Again she was forced to watch as both demon and reaper decimated the hunter ranks, but even they could not fight them all of.
She couldn't take it anymore. Forcing herself to stand she lunged forward As both Riyo and blade slumped to the ground. Another hunter crossed her path, his back to her, but she did not care, Her hands only sought his neck, his life. Payment for what had been taken from her.
The scenery changed, burning flames sizzled into a churning mass of darkness and water. She felt the hunter struggle against her grasp but she wasn't letting go. Arms held him tight from behind she counted the seconds in her mind, ignoring the pain and waiting for the humans air to run out, for his lungs to fill with water and for him to just stop
Only then did she notice the green goggles in his hair.
The waters echoes with her anguished cry, along with the ghost of laugher from a aunt who congratulated her on a job well done.
Jack_Blue knew what was happening even as she saw the burning buildings of her school, and heard the clash of steel against steel. She ran to the battlefield as fast as her feet could carry her, and only stopped as she saw the large group before her. She saw Xiu stumbling backwards as Ami prepared to finish her off.
She knew what to do.
"STOP IT!" She shouted, her cry carrying over all as she put herself between Ami and Xiu. The hunter gave her the familiar angry look, but she pressed on. "Is this what you want? Will this do anything to save your world? For Jacks sake, think for a moment. Instead of trying to fight against us, how about working with us!"
The hunter paused in her steps, appearing to think over the matter. Then against all odds, she lowered her spear and held out her hand. Jack_Blue grinned and grasped it, as Xiu stepped towards them with a beaming smile. And as she looked around others were doing the same. Solia had knelt down to help Mitsu to her feet, as both Riyo and Blade joined the small group.
A shadow loomed over them all, and all turned to see the gigantic black wyvren as it reared on it's hind legs and roared a challenge to them.
She wasn't about to let that challenge go unanswered.
She leaned back and let loose a roar of her own, and charged forward to attack the beast head on. The beast merely shook of her assault and tossed her aside with a sweep of it's tail and sent her flying. She would of kept flying too, except she felt herself being stopped. Confused, she then felt her hair being tussled in a friendly yet familiar gesture.
"lieutenant" Wilson said with a smile, helping her to stand up. They both turned to see their friends waiting for them to come and help take down the evil beast. For this was their enemy, this was who they needed to fight.
This time, everyone attacked in union. There was no squabbling amongst each other. They all helped each other if one fell, each one defending the next as they attacked and healed, blocked and slashed. All fear vanished from the dragon ghoul as she let the adrenaline rush through her in the heat of battle. At once point she heard the rattle of amour as Tanvir joined the fray, standing by her side.
It then came down to the moment, the wyvren on it's last legs as each person channeled their powers and let lose a magnificent attack. The beast then roared, fading from sight.
At once there was a cheer and a cry as a crowd surrounded them. Both humans and halloween shouted with joy at the great deed they had done, by freeing them from evil and uniting them all.
They were all heroes. But more importantly, they were all allies.
MY STATS
My character's username: Jack_Blue My character's level: 75 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Royal Gryphon Current party: - Current Guild: - Location: Small IC description of character: A brown haired girl wearing gryphon attire and sporting a tail, ear fins, and ram horns. Appears very excited. Character journal:Here!
Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2014 6:22 am
SLAM.
His eyes jolted awake, air catching in his lungs. He couldn't remember where he was, what he was doing here. What he did know though was, something was behind him. He whirled aroiund, eyes falling upon the mass that was quickly growing closer. Its body twisted, oddly familiar.
He turned to run.
DC had to get away, there was no debate in that fact. He was always quick to run, but like his rabbit class's name sake, he felt a flitter in his heart and was running as swiftly as a rabbit could. His instincts were running wild, his fear overpowering. He thought he lost it, looking around he saw it was no longer behind him.
That was because it had gotten in front of him.
Snip.
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He opened his eyes, panic flooding him as he opened his mouth in a soundless scream.
His body was inside one of the Pods. His breath materialized against the transparent 'window' of the pod, a hazy residue coming back and forth. It hurt to breath.
Did they do it? Had they beaten the red queen, had she fallen? Destruction was gone? Was he inside the pod, along with all of the other hunters within the dream? Shy? Ian? Otto?
Anyone?
He tried to move, but soon found his body was not responding to him. This wasn't right, the pods should open at the first signs of awareness and spill their contents out into their grim reality. So why wasn't his opening? Was his faulty? Struggling, he tried to see if movement would allow the door to open. But he was suddenly so sleepy...so very sleepy.
No, He needed to stay awake. If this was where he was placed while in wonderland, he must have been asleep within the pods. If he went to sleep now, would he return to wonderland? That was not acceptable, so he stayed awake. He struggled to stay aware.
"You belong here."
Panic filled his chest once more like a balloon. No, he didn't belong here. This was wrong.
Nightmare
(i apologize these solos suck and read more like an essay) Making sure his door was locked was the first routine of his nightly schedule. After that it was the usual mundane things.
Dreaming was one part of the day he normally enjoyed. It was some place he could relax, thinking of stupud silly little things without a worry.
That was unless the nightmares came around...
It started off as usual, sitting in his old home back in Vancouver. It was a simple room, cluttered and yet somehow clean. Everything was organized as he saw fit. Only for some reason... one corner of the room was unorganized, and the more he tried to go fix it... the further away it seemed to grow.
Frustrating enough, when he finally reached it and sorted it out.... it seems the area BEHIND him grew messy.
Which he would have been okay with, if a whole slew of other things hadn't decided to happen. Namely some tentacles, resembling his first mission in deus, decided to shove their way through the windows.
Or possibly the little spiders crawling out from under his bed, which now his room suddenly shifted into his new room in Deus.
..THis was going to be a hell of a dream.
He hit rock bottom, and continued to walk from there.
His body was just a puppets, being led along by the strings pulling and letting go. He was no one, his body was not his own.
Only something was in front of him, something he did not know of. Instinct drove his body, his hand reaching out to curl around the familiar object as he heard a voice. I know you. the voice said.
Suddenly his mind shifted, something clicking in to place.
Why was he afraid of so many things? Why should he be afraid, when no matter how much he was kicked down, beaten, running away in fear... he always had a hand to help him back up? That was not something he had before.
That was something in itself to treasure.
OOC
My character's username: DreamCatcher (DC for Short) My character's level: 38 Character's HP: 40/40 Character's Job Class: White Rabbit Herald Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: Light Brown skin, Medium Length Black hair, Bright Blue eyes. A pair of Matching black bunny ears on his head. His outfit is mostly a coat, which is a light blue with black fuzzy trim. Gold buttons, black pants and blue shoes. Character journal:[ Battle Entry Log ]
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2014 7:12 am
Awake, asleep, awake aleep, up, down, up, down, left, right, what? Finitary… N’Finity…. What was she? Who? Where? She really didn’t know what was going on, who she was, or where she was supposed to be. Then everything settled in. She was back in the strange place and with a card clutched instinctively in her hand she realized that the nightmare was coming back. No, she wasn’t going to go back there and as she went back – Finitay began screaming.
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The Nightmare
It had been a slow process of falling sleep… she had accidentally lost control of her own powers and caused a couple of students to basically…trip balls. Although since her powers were weak at best it had just been rather uncomfortable for the duo affected… (She assumed because they had basically shaken themselves off; not that she had had the daring to ask the students if they were okay..)
Bothered by her own feelings of inadequacy and troubled by a lack of muse for her own clothing design; finally Fini slept….
…. Sitting under a tree, a sketch pad in her lap… an idyllic scene of a gentle spring breeze and vivid blue sky… Fin sketched quickly, fingers nimble and clever, creating a sweeping dress with hints of scandalous cut outs and built upon a classic frame. It was perfect… it was the design that she had been trying to make for months now… Now she was going to be able to create an entire line around this one show piece.
Finally; she had managed to be successful.
Lost in the reverie of her own success, enjoying the feeling she had been drowning in – Fin didn’t notice the darkening and cracking of the sky. A soft tickling sensation bothered at her legs and Finn glanced and froze – a scream frozen in her throat. There were ants, angry red ones, swarming her… swarming her legs…. Her paper….
She was frozen and could only watch in horror as the pain became unbearable… the blood blossomed onto the paper as the ants ate away her hands. She was frozen, unable to even help herself and the ants ate away the tools she had for creating while her own blood destroyed the only showpiece she had ever created….
N’Finity woke up screaming…
After reliving the nightmare, the nightmare that had locked her into this place she looked down at the card she was still clutching and felt the sick déjà vu feeling of starting to relive the nightmare again and too tired to scream, a tear rolled down her cheek as the nightmare started for a third time. Only… it wasn’t a nightmare this time. She had finished the master peace and instead of the sky turning nasty and angry; the sky looked fabulously beautiful. A masterpiece in the sky to set off the dress… Like it matched. The ants that had swarmed her had her bracing, with her eyes shut. At the first tell-tale feeling of something on her – Fin opened her eyes and gasped with delight.
It was a butterfly, vividly red – so fiery red that she almost didn’t believe that the butterfly was on her… then an orange, then yellow, green, blue, -- so all the colors of the rainbow came in the form of butterflies. The colors were so bright, so vivid, everything was beautiful. This time in her dream she wore her cloak; the cloak she had earned from success in Wonderland. This first test of herself and she had passed. The butterflies continued to land all over her hands and instead of eating away her hands instead began to merge together and when they disappeared she had on a pair of the most beautiful, bright rainbow ladies’ gloves she had ever seen.
The sketch had the same accessory.
Everything now seemed so glorious.
OOC
My character's username: Finitay My character's level: 26 Character's HP: 40 Current party: None Current Guild: None Location: White Queen's Castle Small IC description of character:
Fire engine red hair, all the way down to her knees with braids of random thickness throughout. Vivid blue eyes, upturned nose, stubborn chin, and a pair of bunny ears precariously on her head.
