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DarkHeartedSorrow rolled 1 12-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-12)
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 Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2014 8:16 pm
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DarkHeartedSorrow rolled 1 12-sided dice:
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Total: 10 (1-12)
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2014 8:17 pm
LAUGHS REALLY HARD AND PASSES THIS UP TOO
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DarkHeartedSorrow rolled 1 12-sided dice:
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Total: 12 (1-12)
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2014 8:22 pm
[12. Adoration] Whalelord picked up a crumb of the macaroon warily. He watched it for a full minute before he lifted it to his lips and nibbled it cautiously. He didn't trust food anymore. But it tasted good, kind of. It had a nice texture and sweet flavor, maybe a kind of berry? He wasn't sure. He remembered, though. He remembered sitting at the counter in his kitchen back home, late at night the day that his father came home from over seas. The window was open, cooling the kitchen with the chilly night breeze. His hands were warm, though, where they were wrapped around a cup of hot cocoa with cinnamon. His dad sat opposite him with a cup of bitter smelling coffee and whatever cheap snack cake they had in the house. He was talking animatedly, throwing crumbs everywhere as he told Feng of where he'd been and what he'd done. Detailed accounts of animals Feng had only ever seen in zoos, and land marks the young boy had never even heard of. All through this he just felt... warm. He was happy, and he was excited, and all he could think is how much he was glad his dad was home. He was glad for the stories and the insight into the world, but mostly he was just glad to have his parent back. OOC My character's username: Whalelord My character's level: 17 Character's HP: 30 Current party: -- Current Guild: -- Small IC description of character: Burgundy hatter with floppy black hair. probably flails. most likely looks dumb. Character journal: Here
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Raja rolled 1 12-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-12)
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2014 9:57 pm
Now it was probably a good thing tufffluff loved sweets, because otherwise he'd be sick of them all. He found himself striding up to a giant mound of baked goodness this time. He wasn't sure what they were, but they smelled delicious!
So without too much consideration to if it was a good idea or not he scooped up a bit of a pale white-ish one and munched the thing down happily. Rather unfortunately too.
He immediately felt as if he'd eaten something bland and empty, a cold sorrow eating at the pit of his stomach as he backed away from the 'treat.' If anything it made him a bit light headed as the world seemed to spin to a dark, fragmented memory he couldn't quite recall.
All he heard were sobs the the lapping of waves. Choked... and broken as if not used to making such noises. His vision was dark, though through the edges he could see water, feel it brushing lightly against him before receding. And then as he swallowed the feeling was gone, the taste of coppery blood leaving his mouth.
What... was that?OOC  My character's username: tufffluff My character's level: 28 Character's HP: 30/30 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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Yin-Bug rolled 1 12-sided dice:
11
Total: 11 (1-12)
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2014 10:06 pm
Gonna pass on this one o3o
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Yin-Bug rolled 1 12-sided dice:
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Total: 12 (1-12)
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2014 10:08 pm
12: Adoration
Harlow could truthfully say that she wasn't sure how she would feel about desert ever again. She wasn't sure how something so amazing, something she trusted so much, betrayed her. She wasn't sure how she would move beyond this part of her life. But yet after waiting for the effects of everything that she had eaten to wear off she started to move along once again. She was no longer a tiny bunny wearing pink clothes and that was something that made her feel much better.
As she wandered though she glanced toward the Macaroons, and right as she was about to turn and face away and keep going her pocket card decided to make a "beep, beep"... "Oh no." Harlow cringed a little and looked toward the large cookie like deserts. It looked as though she was being encouraged to eat those as well. She sighed a little before getting wandering toward them. She took a deep breath in and wandered over to them.
She found an interesting looking creme colored one. She had a feeling that this was going to be tasty, she was about to find out. Maybe it was just her hope that was going to make it tasty. Regardless she was just going to take a deep breath in and just do it, she wasn't finding a way out of this world so she was just going to go with it. She wandered over to one and took a bite. She took a few seconds chewing and thinking about the taste of the macaroon. It was very interesting that was for sure. It was sweet and tasted as creamy as it looked. There was a small bitter after taste to it. It wasn't a horrible taste but yet it was bad enough to kind of made her only want a few bites of it, not many more after that.
The more she thought about it though the more that she started to realize they tasted like the small cakes that they would have in the church she went to in her home town. She wasn't really relgious but she always went because the man who was helping her take care of herself and her house because of her father's death. She wasn't crazy about church but yet she went as often as she could to help out. She admired the guy who was helping her, she thought that he was a wonderful man and she just felt like helping was extremely helpful and just a good way to help out some one that she admired and appreciated.
She considered just walking away from it but she just couldn't walk away. She just took another nibble for the road, just for the memory and then continued on.MY STATS  My character's username: OceanDancer My character's level: 11 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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Nothing Yet rolled 1 12-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-12)
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2014 10:17 pm
// INTIMACYIt is on a gurney in the middle of the night that she wants to hold his hand and keep him close. This is significant in a way that makes her feel an even ratio of terrified, nauseous, and euphoric, and she is much too tired to understand why she has never felt anything like this before. She is awake just enough to know what it means, however, and is scared that he can see it in her eyes when she looks at him, or feel it in the skin that is warm beneath his touch. She is afraid, and wants to go, to leave before she sets herself up for failure, because she has not yet studied him enough; she is confident that it is him, and can't possibly withstand 'no'. If he's seen it, he knows, and he wants her to stay - and even if he hasn't, he still wants her there, and spends the night holding her close. It is the night when sleep felt safe again, and the night when she knows that she needs him, like this, if she ever intends to feel whole. OOC My character's username: Mimsy My character's level: 33 Character's HP: 40 Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: Mimsy is tall, thin, and colorlessly pale, with wide teal eyes that appear incredibly manic behind her thick glasses in her haste to see everything, bright red and indigo streaks in the bangs of her black hair, and one long, thick braid, ending just before her knees. She has Cheshire ears, a fluffy Cheshire tail, and a pair of blue demon wings. Her appearance is accented with images of galaxies in blues and purples. Character journal: here
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molly8972 rolled 1 12-sided dice:
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Total: 6 (1-12)
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2014 10:45 pm
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molly8972 rolled 1 12-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-12)
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2014 10:46 pm
YourMummy finds plate of macaroons. All of them have been tasted before, one at a time. He wants to try one of these rainbow pastries, for he has a feeling they will taste good and sweet. He picks up a pink one that he thought would taste fruity. Oh how wrong he was. As soon as he put it in his mouth the foul taste of dirt filled his mouth. The macaron was crumbling and tasted like dust with a slight hint of moss. Why was it so deceiving? He felt something hint at the back of his mind. Suddenly he was swimming in sadness, a well that engulfed him. He remembered the smell. The smell when he had to bury the woman who had taken him in. The day was slightly damp and the ground and the air smelled like the macaroon tasted. Not many people had come to the funeral, just some of the neighbors. It was he, who had organized done this all for her. He cried and cried running his body out of water. Pouring it all onto where she would forever lay. he came back and there were tears on his cheeks. +2 levels +2 loot OOC My character's username: YourMummy My character's level: 10 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: White Rabbit Current party: None Currently Current Guild: None Currently Location: Mad Tea Party Small IC description of character: 6'0" male. Hair is white, long and choppy tied off with some yellowing bandaged strips. Has golden eyes like the color of burnished treasure. Don't be alarmed if you catch a glance of a skeletal foot or some ribs poking out. Character journal: Here
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molly8972 rolled 1 12-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-12)
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2014 10:47 pm
The macaroons in front of Flyin'High filled her with a sense of foreboding somehow. Each had a nibble taken out of it. What if those nibbles signified their bad taste? She had a sneaking suspicion that it did. How could no one like sweets? She used her invisible powers to determine which one she should eat and hopefully it wouldn't taste bad. She picked up a green one that her powers had been pointing towards. This one? Okay. Hr invisible powers must have failed her. This was unacceptable. The macaroon slowly started out as sweet, but then an instant later it turned chunky and heavy in her mouth. It started to taste like iron, like blood. Blood of someone she knew. She had seen this before… Crash! The roof caved in right beside one of the maids that had been walking. The dust cleared and it showed someone laying in the rubble along with another standing over him. Anthe was in the room when it happened. She was petrified. She saw her father standing over a black cloaked figure, that didn't belong in the manner. She tried to move but she couldn't. The person shifted and her dad yelled out. THe man moved like liquid and came for her. Her dad jumped on him and wrestled him into submission once more, but at a price. They both lay still, both in a pool of blood. She suddenly could move and ran to her father. "papa! Papa! Move papa!" She yelled crying. Why wasn't he moving. Then she saw a gash in his shoulder. SO big she could see bone. Bleeding profusely. It her her that her father might die from this. She sat and wailed. +2 levels +2 loot OOC My character's username: Flyin'High My character's level: 10 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Caterpillar Current party: None Currently Current Guild: None Currently Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC description of character: 5'7" lanky female. She has ice blue eyes, though you can't see one of them,as it is covered by a black blindfold. She has straight snow white tresses with choppy front bangs that brush her eyebrows. She has a large set of wings that brush the ground when she moves around, so don't be alarmed if you see some twigs in her feathers. Character journal: Here
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yylaayl rolled 1 12-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-12)
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Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2014 12:16 am
[ 3: Regret ]
Dotdotdot had a hard time deciding on which macaron to take a small bite out of, and gave and randomly walked towards one. She took a bite out of it and it tasted sweet and delicate, but after a little bit of chewing, it quickly turned sour and it felt like a huge lump in her mouth as she tried to force it down. She recalled an event– a memory of how she had to choose between going after a bunch of boils who had called her out for a fight and she decided to go. It was easy to say that it didn't end well.MY STATS My character's username: dotdotdot My character's level: 59 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Royal Gryphon Current party: N/A Current Guild: Penumbra Location: Mad Tea Party Character journal: [x]
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Kanth rolled 1 12-sided dice:
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Total: 11 (1-12)
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Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2014 12:42 am
Stepping around the delicious looking foodstuffs, Spiderluck eyed the macarons warily. After much deliberation, she reached out and took a small bit off of one, putting it gently onto her tongue and closing her eyes to enjoy the taste. It tasted rank and foul, like boiled down coffee that had gone far past the bitter point and straight into blackened grounds. A memory plagued her mind, one that she tried to forget and shove back in vain. The shadows laughing at her and mocking her for her lack of parents, and lack of conviction when it came to standing up to people. She was a doormat, and was made to be walked on. She was a doormat, and she was made to have her heart broken. She was a doormat, and she wasn't worth anything. Anger ebbed at her. Hatred of everything else. But she hid it behind a smile, hating silently, and pretending nothing was wrong. Spitting out the macaron and nearly retching, Spiderluck attempted to breathe and gain her senses back, weaving away from the display of deceiving sweet things. She wouldn't be coming back to this particular place if she could help it. MY STATS My character's username: Spiderluck My character's level: 3 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Dormouse Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: Before you stands an average-sized Dormouse, wearing a white coat with pink accents. Pink and purple garb is worn underneath, and this character looks at you cheerfully, idly scratching an ear. Character journal: Journalstuffs
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Meegane rolled 1 12-sided dice:
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Total: 12 (1-12)
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Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2014 6:02 am
12: AdorationHead was worried about the Mad Hatter, it was unusual to see him without a smile on his face. They wandered from one place to another, finally arrived at the macarons. "__._, are you unhappy? People say eating dessert will make your mood much better." It said with a worried tone. "I am fine...just fine." To make the Head less worried, he pinched a bit out and tasted it. The first taste he encountered was bitter, like some herbs and then a light weak sweet taste slowly covered it gradually. It was so weak that he hardly feel it but it lingered.
The boil never admire anyone, yes, his sister was flawless, but he couldn't help to avoid the truth. Every time he thought of his sister, negative energy grew in his heart, it was fearful of the nightmare that he might be taken over one day. However, besides her, he didn't find anyone worth his admiration. He tried to find someone comparable to his standard on the street, however, to his disappointment, those winged amphisbaenas were just like what they teased him "useless" and "rubbish". His parents? Well, he might have admired their clever mind, however, it was ruined when he saw how humble they apologized to the neighbors and looked down themselves just because they were the minorities - wingless. Life was so boring.
Until he met her.
Even it was hard to admit, he would say she was the only one he adored. Not only she cared about him, but she was so powerful and charming. She was like unbreakable, no matter how hard he tried to attack, he never hit her once. She was so different, not like his parents who ignored him, she would scold him when he did something bad, she would grab him under her arms and randomly rubbed his head as a praise. She smiled a lot and that affected him, she would pinch and pull his face if he kept on the grumpy expression......Who was she?
As the effect faded, the flashback vanished like vaopour, only a bitter yet sweet taste remained in his mouth OOC My character's username: Snakebyte My character's level: 24 Character's HP: 30 Current party: - Current Guild: - Location: Small IC description of character: Light tanned, with a two pair of crimoson eyes and some scales on his forehead. He got a silky silver hair tinged with red at the end, tied in a ponytail. The boil was wearing a standard Mad Hatter attire in red, noted that he got a sentiment tail partner as companion. He is always seen smiling. Character journal: ♥ Quest Complete Reward: Treasure trove found! As you step back away from the cake plate, you trip over something - a tiny treasure chest, which pops open as you kick it. + 2 levels + 2 loot cards
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stella cinere rolled 1 12-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-12)
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Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2014 8:46 am
Despite eating a taste of everything on the table, a plate filled to the brim with colorful macarons caught his eye. He had never had a macaron, if he was going to buy a sweet it was usually pie or cake however since there was no cost involved why not. Walking over to the table he tore off a piece from a brightly yellow colored one and looked at it for a moment. The outside was a little sticky however much to his surprise it didn’t smell as if it was made with some sort of lemon but a sweet smell lingered. Nibbling on it the taste of bitter sweetness filling his mouth as his mind started to drift.
Pride.
Everyone was there, sitting in the stands as the heat bore down on the long black gowns. Despite the buzzing of bugs trying to disturb the noise the excitement and pride grew as an elderly man stepped up to the podium and began to read a series of names off a sheet of paper. The lines of black robes stood up and followed in suit, each one walking up to the podium and shaking the man’s hand and stepping off the stage only pausing for a photo. It was almost over, all these years and Matt was so close, soon he would have those little words in front of his name, Doctor Matt. He could feel the pride swelling up as he grew closer and closer to the front and when his name was called he could hear them. Screaming up in the stands, even her voice the one who had encouraged him to finish even when the all the test in the hospitals couldn’t place what was wrong with her the face he had no name to any longer.
He would. He would do it, he thought as he shook the man’s hand and began to walk off stage. The feeling and desire to complete only one task ran in his heart.
Pride wouldn’t let him falter, he would be the greatest if it meant saving her. Never once would he imagine he would fail, her words still screaming at him.
Why?
OOC  My character's username: Dr.Oberon My character's level: 9 Character's HP: 30/30 Current party: Current Guild: Location: Maracon Set Small IC description of character: Dressed as a domouse with black hair, little black mouse ears, a crown with little fairy wings Matt looks rather unhappy to be there. Fragments:Character journal: here
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a-disgruntled-dragon rolled 1 12-sided dice:
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Total: 11 (1-12)
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Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2014 1:19 pm
[ Hatred ]
[ Enter ]
More and more pastries. It was always pastries, wasn't it? Well it was a tea party she supposed. She wandered the giant macaroons until she found one that caught her eye. It was a deeper red color, with black filling. Interesting. She took a bite of it to taste it.
Anger, hatred, rage, a need to destroy
Why was it that every time she tried to make friends, they all just didn't give her the light of day? So what if she was weird, so what if she wasn't "alive"? What in the name of Jack did it even matter?! She was an intelligent being! She was a girl! She wasn't gross, she was adorable and worthy of attention!?
And yet, once again, the students turned away from her and left her alone. Once again she found herself alone, this time in the middle of the Horseman Clan lands, before they were destroyed, trying to do tasks for Famine. And hitting herself, over and over again.
No one came to her aid as she failed over and over again. Even the horsemen kept to themselves around her. She was hated, she was angry, and she was isolated. She hated that her "condition" turned people away from her. She hated that she was viewed as "less than" everyone else, simply because she was a zombie!
She hated it.
She hated it.
But more over, she hated herself for it.
Phymi shook, tense and full of rage through her veins. She blinked, glancing at the others around her and the macaroon in her hands.
Without a word, she turned and walked off, her eyes hidden behind her bangs.
[ Exit ]
[ Loot Gained: +2 Levels, +2 Loot Cards ] MY STATS My character's username: Phymi My character's level: 16 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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