This girl/woman, having been bumped into, bore her gaze into those of the unfortunate soul to have done the bumping. The blonde man had the decency to sort of apologize, she supposed. She would have preferred grovelling.
Breathing out an indignant puff of air, Kiki turned her full attention to this blonde creature. "You are pardoned. Be thankful." She commanded to him, regally holding herself up in the manner she was raised to have.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 4:51 pm
Rou - REHAB CENTER
"Hello Butch," Rou greeted softly, giving Butch's hair a gentle stroke with his fingers. "Of course we can."
He moved, the tile of the room and its lights artificial, a sterility different from the warm, living feeling of white stone. There wasn't much he did quickly, if only because it was not genteel, taking the time to enjoy the still procession of life, each sound and flushed color, a world created for his and their enjoyment, on its knees.
He inclined an elegant hand to his mate.
"Are you well?" he asked.
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Character's name: Rou Character's clan: Conquest Character's journal link: Journal Character's arcana Fool BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A soft, delicate-looking artisan who wears beautiful silks. His body is illustrated with living tattoos. His gentle nature belies his ruthlessness.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 4:53 pm
Xiao Lang
Xiao stared back at the scowling face with a certain amount of suspicion in his golden eyes. Jinhai, in the meantime, merely made a soft, stifled sound, sort of like he was trying not to laugh and holding back his amusement.
'Pardoned?" Xiao said, slowly, just in case he was missing something, a frown touching his lips. Jinhai made another noise.
"Are you...from the royal line, then?"
NAME: Xiao Lang ( Gale Gentry ) CLAN: Conquest ARCANA: Justice APPEARANCE:
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 4:59 pm
"Do you even need to ask? Are you so inept and stupid that you couldn't find a butterfly among the flies?" Kiki sniffed, feeling empowered by her obvious superiority over him. Clearly he must be stupid. Wasn't it obvious by looks alone? Her fine attire, her perfect complexion, her air of nobility just radiating from her perfect self?
Was.. a hair out of place? Or perhaps some dirt had stained her clothing without her notice? Self conscience doubts began to trickle through her thick shell of an ego, making her brow twitch. No, no. Clearly he was simply blind. That had to be it. To make her doubt her own perfection even; the nerve of this boy!
"I suggest you beg for further forgiveness."
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 5:04 pm
[ Rehab Center --> Lobby ]
"Cain..!"
Fenette woke up all of a sudden while calling out her guardian's name, her entire body covered in cold sweat. Rubbing at her eyes, she looked around herself, trying to determine where she was currently. ... the hospital? Did she overdo one of the rituals again? Was Cain alright? It wasn't often that the guardian would leave her side like this without first telling her where he was heading.
Getting up from the bed, Fenette reached for her phone that was on the side table to check if there were any unread messages that needed her attention. Nope, nothing. The sheet of paper that was next to her phone on the side table was just a survey regarding Dorothy which she chose to ignore for now, given that she was starting to get a little worried over the guardian who was still missing.
Securing the fur cloak that she found on the chair atop her shoulders, Fenette started to make her way out of the room and into the hallway outside. Perhaps one of the hospital staff might have seen Cain and could fill her in on what was going on.
Trailing after one of the Famine Sages with a lab coat, she called out to him to try to get his attention. "Hey there..."
The other horseman stopped, eyes glancing up from the chart that he had in his hands. "And you are?"
"Fenette, Priestess from the Death Clan."
"That's great. Well if you know your name then you're already better off. Exit's that way." The Sage attempted to dismiss her with a wave of his hand towards the elevator.
"Wait. My guardian - his name is Cain. Did you see him? Is he in one of the rooms too?"
The other horseman paused for a moment. "As I said, we're very busy. The memory rehabilitation progress is still in it’s trial stages. The most important thing we can do for you is insist you relax.”
"What? Is that why I'm here?"
"As far as we know, everyone passed out, though several of us came to a little quicker. Probably the stronger ones. Not to imply you are not strong, but well, the information speaks for itself." And with that, the Famine horseman turned and left.
Seeing that there wasn't any point in sticking around, Fenette decided to take the elevator to the main reception area. It was the only entrance/exit to the hospital so she figured that she would probably have better luck meeting Cain there or running into someone who might have seen him.
Sitting herself down on one of the seats, she pulled out her phone to check if there were any missed calls or messages from the guardian. Still nothing. Typing up a quick message to him, she pressed the send button to send it then tried to busy herself with some people watching in the meantime while waiting for him to reply and/or appear.
Message to Cain
Are you alright? Where are you? I'll be here at the hospital lobby ok?
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Character's name: Fenette Character's clan: Death Priestess Character's journal link:Here Character's arcana Hanged Man BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERDress Side View, Dress Front View, Cloak
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 5:15 pm
[Rehab Centre]
Owl wasn't terribly sure what was going on... Something prickled in the back of his mind, and although the memories were somewhat muddled and foggy, his level of alertness was still fairly high. It was an unsettling combination. He observed everything in silence, getting his answers from what he could overhear, watching, thinking, clearly neglecting to fill out the survey.
He did take the phone with him, and fiddled with it only briefly as he passed other sages in the hallways. The white of the building had been painfully sterile, but the white on his clansmen was very out of place against the ivory of bones and desert-dried flesh.
Owl wandered in the halls until he seemed to find the accumulation of memory-deprived horsemen, and lingered around the edges of the milling crowd until one large, enthusiastic horseman caught his notice simply by coincidence.
He threaded his way quietly through the throngs, and came to stand beside Aric much the way he had stood beside the walls of the room.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 5:25 pm
Butch beamed all the wider at Rou and made a keening excited noise for the touch. "Ta." he said eagerly. "Both of ye are good, I'm glad ye are fine?" but he seemed to realise he shouldn't be asking them if they were all right, it wasn't really his place.
He moved along ahead of Rou thought the crowd but stopped time and time again as if he was on an elastic band, looking back to Rou and making sure he was close behind.
Noth took the proffered hand and courteously leaned down to kiss it, stooping almost to his knee, his silvery moth-like wings splayed beneath his cloak. as he did so. He rose again with a nod.
"Now." he said.
"Everyone who matters is fine." he said with an incline of his head to Vin and to the youngster who moved from holding onto Rou's robes to transferring themselves to Noth's instead. "Father!" they said, bright and eager.
"Hello Song." he said to the foal, showing surprising tenderness as he petted their pale silvery hair with his taloned hand. "I am to assume both of you lost a day also?" he asked. Song nodded. "I don't remember annnny of yesterdayyy." they said emphatically. "And I wanted to go play at the koi ponds too."
"A tragedy. We should all depart this place. The noise here is quite intrusive."
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Character's name: Nothing Character's clan: Famine Sage Character's journal link: Character's arcana The Devil BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Pale and short with transcluscent skin and draped in strange tapeworms, Nothing looks like he should be slow and ponderous an much of the time he is, but he is capable of quick snaps of movement which is startling. He is missing his left hand and is almost always accompanied by a frazzled wild eyed famine companion who functions in many ways as his Igor.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 5:28 pm
Xiao Lang
He'd somehow insulted her, though he couldn't quite understand why. Had he missed something? Xiao's mouth opened, as though he was about to say something, and then it closed again, a look of faint annoyance touching his face. Beside him, Jinhai tilted his head, long braided hair falling to the side with a rustle of movement.
"Forgive me for being mistaken," said Xiao, with a touch of dryness to his tone. A pale brow arched at the request for more begging - well, he'd just apologized a second time, that should count, right? And perhaps he had simply missed her being a part of the royal line.
Or maybe she was just yanking his chain. Who knew.
"You look very nice," said Xiao, in an attempt to make up for his lack of apparent understanding. "What's your name?"
NAME: Xiao Lang ( Gale Gentry ) CLAN: Conquest ARCANA: Justice APPEARANCE:
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 5:36 pm
"Of course I do." She said quickly, sharply. At the very least her confidence got a thrifty boost for the very bland compliment she'd received. With an errant flip of her hair, she decided to answer him. "My name is Kiki. And yours is... what? Peon the third? Or have you some semblance of nobility I'm unaware of that makes up for you ineptitude?"
She was clearly s**t at making friends. Worser still at seeing anyone as an equal.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 5:43 pm
[ REHAB CENTER ]
Liya's teeth filled smile actually brought a smirk to the war horseman's face. Aww, she was trying to be aggressive! how cute. He managed to keep somewhat of a smile for Rep too, a half-assed attempt to remain civil in the face of everyone bitching about their lost memories and foals. Not that his lack of memories from yesterday wasn't concerning. He could piece together fragments of his past, the many battles he had been in, so that was something.
Rayu had punched him back, but he didn't say anything about it. He looked just as distracted with everyone around him as Darkjay did.
"If there was any major concern, we would be seeing a lot more panicked dumbarses running around, and plenty of our fellow clanmates calling for battle." It was a attempt to shut him up about the foals, but apparently Rep had wondered off and found them, as did Liya with her brother. With a shrug he went to go harass someone else.
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Character's name: Darkjay Character's clan: War Character's journal link:Here! Character's arcana Chariot BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 6'2 Blonde war horsemen, hair reaching just past his shoulders and slightly messy. He is a royal a*****e and holds himself above all overs. Likely to anger and lash out at the slightest chance.
It seemed there was no winning. Xiao felt, rather than saw, his assistant's attempts at reigning in his obvious amusement, Jinhai lifting a casual hand, fingers brushing idly over his lips as though it was just an unconscious, idle gesture. It was too bad that Xiao knew him well enough to know that he was mostly just hiding his smile.
A sigh escaped.
"Xiao Lang, actually," he said, ignoring the peon on the third with some effort. A lot of effort. "And no, I don't have any royal lineage in me at all, and neither does Jinhai, my assistant here. I suppose that I'll just have to make do with my lowly life."
He cleared his throat, as though this was such a hardship, but the dryness was still in Xiao's tone of voice.
"What's your title?"
NAME: Xiao Lang ( Gale Gentry ) CLAN: Conquest ARCANA: Justice APPEARANCE:
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 7:09 pm
[ REHAB CENTER ]
She almost wanted to sleep. Just keep her eyes shut, ignore the world for a while. Even after the things Dorothy was saying--actually, largely because of that. Could she just... not deal with this today? Groaning, Kara opened an eye, peering about and wincing at the white on white on blinding white that met her gaze. Memory rehabilitation. Meaning something happened. Something got screwed up.
She pushed herself to her feet slowly, legs wobbling a bit as she got onto her high heels. Yeah, sleeping till it was over was tempting, but that'd hardly be of any use. To her, or to the clan. Her hands ran absently through her hair as she let out a puff of exasperated breath, loose strands falling around her face. She wasn't doing herself favors by just standing around though. Heels clacked against the blinding floor as she approached a window, eyeing the javelin in the class uneasily. Why wasn't the glass itself broken? Or why was the weapon just left there? Shaking her head, she looked out over the street, the lights from the shop signs reflecting in the puddles as the rain distorted the world outside. No one in the streets, not even racing by to zip under the overhangs or into buildings to dry off. Her brow creased and her heel tapped in not so silent thought as she watched the almost static picture outside. The weather wasn't that bad for people to just be huddling away indoors, surely.
Clicking her tongue, the Priestess slowly turned her back to the outside world, focusing on the room she was in. Blank, blank, blinding like a stark page that needed desperately to be filled with ink. But, there was in a way a small chance of that, she noted with some amusement as she spotted a table perched alone. The craftsmanship was divine, and she marveled at it, bristling a bit that it was just left in such a room, with... just a survey on it. Really?
Still, she sighed, picking up a pen--there was the ink she wanted--and quickly filled out the form.
How was Dorothy's performance?
Adequate given the apparent lack of full data to restore all memory. Suggest this is worked on for any future uses.
Would you recommend her to anyone else?
Not until data issues are corrected. Leaves people confused upon coming out of the process, unhelpful. Not a fault of Dorothy.
On a scale of 1 - 10 ...
5 - physically fine, mentally seemed to be intact, however lingering confusion and gaps in memory is dissatisfactory.
Assuming any of these feedback slips actually had any impact, anyways, she gave her answers honestly and did try to give constructive feedback. Tapping the pen against the table, she took in a breath and let it out slowly, pale blue eyes moving carefully around the room. Others were present--asleep or awake, milling about, speaking in clusters. Everyone seemed as confused--though some more, some less--as she.
Setting down the pen, she began to walk around, trying to listen in for any bits of information that might assist, or a conversation she could jump into. She noticed a brightly colored War horsemen (Yildirim) who seemed to be after much the same, judging by his expression, close to the survey table.
"How did you grade Dorothy?" Her voice was light, pleasant. As if she were making small talk about the weather instead of a program designed to rehabilitate memories and left obvious blanks.
WC: 587
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Character's name: Kara Character's clan: Death Priestess Character's journal link:[x] Character's arcana The Tower
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A rather short Death Priestess, her pale skin draped with silver and pale gems. She keeps her black hair mostly tied up in a loose braid or tail, though her bangs tend to slip out and drip around her face and shoulders. Feathers adorn her outfit beside layers of dark cloth. Her voice does not always fit the more somber appearance, bright and laughing, chiming like bells even as she scoffs and sneers.
Yildirim lifted a brow, looking down at the admittedly tiny Death Horsewoman. They all looked the same to him -- mostly dreary and dark and grim with no sense of what a colour was -- but she didn't quite sound the way she looked. Her voice was light, even a little welcoming. That brought some relief. Maybe she wouldn't go on about some weird, grim Death Clan thing like he was convinced they all did. Something something trance something some other. "Poorly," offered Yildirim, with a laugh, offering something of a half grin in turn. "Is she supposed to make us feel better? I honestly don't feel any better."
He paused for a beat, uncrossing his arms to gesture at the table. "A three, if you were wondering."
His eyes wandered over to the table, for a moment, glancing over the surveys that were laying there. From what he could make out, the average score seemed to be decidedly average, a five. Seriously, what were they expecting? There was no way they thought there would be a positive response to whatever Dorothy was attempting to help them with, not if it still left them this uneasy... "You have any idea what's going on? Besides forgetting yesterday. Whatever that means."
He knew what that meant in theory, but he didn't exactly remember the yesterday that Dorothy was referencing, either.
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Character's name: Yildirim Character's clan: War Character's journal link:Journal Character's arcana Chariot BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Yildirim is a freckled, dark War Clansman with bright blue, speckled wings stretching over the back of his body. He appears to be a young adult. His hair is dark, almost a navy colour, and is kept down to brush his shoulders.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 8:07 pm
[ REHAB CENTER ]
She wasn't there to do a talk of religion or the end of all. Kara was also one who did not see the point of being dreary or mope about--though if that was how another wished to be and how they viewed the world, such was their right. With a singular end, in her mind, why shouldn't she enjoy things as they came on the journey until then?
But such hiccups didn't bode well for that, or at least, offered disturbances in the journey that could either be beneficial and something to learn valuable lessons from, or add a level of severity and sorrow that was, at least for her to experience, not ideal.
Still, she smiled kindly up at the horseman, giving a small, quick exhale of breath through her nose as a laugh and nodding her head a bit as he responded. Even gave a laughing faux wince at the final grade. Ouch. "I gave her a five. I'm physically and mentally well, and from my--albeit extremely limited--understanding, she performed as able... but it seemed as if... what did she say, there wasn't enough data?" Her brows furrowed as she tried to recall back to what she'd heard while... sleeping, but the words were a mist in her brain.
"A fault to whoever supplied her the information, though leaving us in a rather uncomfortable predicament." The prim facade slid a bit as her scowl deepened, lips twitching and a corner turning sharply down as her eyes scanned the room. "I was hoping to ask you the same question," she said simply as he inquired about the situation. "I'd just awoken myself. Not a clue. Except that no one's outside, and a lot of people seem to have been knocked out. But I don't see injuries, so perhaps not an attack?" She glanced back to him, lifting a single brow in question. Assuming he'd be more up to date on any such events, as unlikely as she figured such an assault would be. Training session gone really wrong?
"Have you been anywhere else? Is the rest of the tower as silent as here?" Relatively. She was just annoyed at all the too blank white.
WC: 368
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Character's name: Kara Character's clan: Death Priestess Character's journal link:[x] Character's arcana The Tower
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A rather short Death Priestess, her pale skin draped with silver and pale gems. She keeps her black hair mostly tied up in a loose braid or tail, though her bangs tend to slip out and drip around her face and shoulders. Feathers adorn her outfit beside layers of dark cloth. Her voice does not always fit the more somber appearance, bright and laughing, chiming like bells even as she scoffs and sneers.
Ake woke up with a start, head pounding. What... what was that? He grit his teeth, clutching his head. It felt like he was forgetting something. Something.... important, but what??
After several minutes passed with no avail, he sighed and gave up. Instead, he re-directed his attention to analyzing the room. That hadn't helped much either, and the pure lack of... ANYTHING only irritated him further. Gods, he'd even prefer one of those awful paintings over this bland whiteness. It only hurt his eyes.
However, something HAD managed to catch his attention, and despite his... lack of appreciation for the finer arts, even he found himself somewhat drawn to the one item that seemed to speak quiet volumes about his own clan. It brought a sense of pride to him when he saw it. The note, however, was entirely ignored.
He turned his head to gaze out the window this time, eyes squinting at the javelin. Tch. War. Despite the dreary weather, the odd quietness the rain and quiet streets brought made him feel somewhat at peace. Deciding that he had enough of staring at blank walls and odd additions, he proceeded towards the door, hand quietly fidgeting with the phone he had forgotten about.
Spotting another, he started towards them, but before he could say anything, they had greeted him first. "..." Considering he had no idea who the other horseman was, he didn't feel like sharing his name, merely frowning at the famine's remark. There was nothing wrong with his memory, thanks. There WAS something he was curious about, but before even asking, they already seemed to wish dodging the question. ... well, at least they answered the two current questions he had, arching an eyebrow at the thought of others having already awoken. Hmm, seemed like he wouldn't be alone.
With one last glance around the room, he stepped out, finally turning his attention to his phone. What to do now...
[ Exit ]
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My character name: Ake Arcana: Hanged Man Horseman clan: Death Rank: 2 Ref:
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