He didn't...couldn't answer, as suddenly a new series of memories rose up around them. Holding tight to Gravity...no he was Otto, ******** this name s**t, she watched the boy, younger and more hurt than she'd ever really considered, rebuild himself.
It was a relief when he moved again, answered her, right up until she really heard that answer. America's face fell, sad for Nevada but sadder still for every person she'd leave behind. "Oh, honey." She didn't offer anything else other than a brief, tight hug. When she let go, her attention went straight back to the fight, to the memories flickering and streaming around the other fighters. They were being used to hold them back and distract them, and it was hella effective.
"Looks like s**t's gonna be a lot harder than just hitting things. Especially if she's pulling memories like ********> taffy."
Getting attached to the dying was a fool's bet. Too bad some people could make you take it anyway.
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My character's username: Phoenix (recognizably America now to those who know her) My character's level: 44 Character's HP: 40 Card: Death Weapon: Phoenix Crossbow Current Guild: Eat Me Small IC description of character:
Tall and curvy with a proud bearing, Phoenix strides about in red and black Gryphon armour like it was designed just to swirl dramatically about her and emphasize how freaking majestic she is. From the name, to the cockscomb of a faux hawk, to vivid orange-red eyes, Phoenix's appearance announces: I bring the fire.
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2014 11:00 pm
Lawrence entertained death a great deal. It popped up on his mental radar all the time and he weighted it with the same impartiality that he weighted everything else. If his death was the most favourable outcome of any scenario he would embrace it without fear or prejudice.
As he slipped into memories he relived some of the many times he'd come close to death in sharp acute flashes and every last one of them was lacking the vibrancy and colour of true emotional engagement. They were viewed through the eyes of a spectator who was as blind to empathy or mercy as a man with no eyes to light.
Driving, hands tight to the wheel of a stolen car, across an island strewn with wreckage and the fallen, looking straight ahead as monsters rampaged around him, driving without the panic or hysteria one might expect given the scenario. His focus was iron and fixed firmly on survival. Even as the car was knocked aside and he was knocked out briefly by the collision with the wheel, he did not cry out.
Hands around his throat. Her hands. And in his memory she was the only bright thing in the world which once again was reduced to that steely sky and stretching plains, the buildings cast aside in favour of remembering only her and her radiant anger. The haze descended quickly, fading in and out of conciousness, and the only twinge of regret was that he might not get to see her punished for his death.
The cold crept into his every vein and extremity and he was blind. He thought of hell. He thought of the universe that was him, but he was not afraid. He fell wordless without a sound.
She tried to stab him. Like a cornered animal protecting its young she tried to stab him to keep him away from the boy. And he was surprised. At least as surprised as he got, a zombie like flinch of unexpected development. He would reach her regardless, he did not know why she struggled against the inevitable. He wanted to give them their gifts. "No. Jan. No. No more. I am leaving. I'm leaving and that's all there is to it." she yammered hysterical. The boy was too young to understand. She was not leaving. He stood in her way, expression blank, something colder in his eyes. Something struck him from behind and he fell.
He was drowning. Drowning trying to reach the only means of escape. Point A to Point B with death in the middle.
He was burning to death and drowning. He did not regret his death, only that he had been caught trying to stab her.
And he remembered all of these things. And he did not dread one more than the other. He did not fear death. Death was not to be feared. It was a full stop at the end of a life and that was all. And he had many lives left to live.
<> My character's username: Divinity My character's level: 25 Character's HP: 30 Current party: -- Current Guild: -- Location: Tulgey Wood Small IC description of character: Tall, extremely pale and slender with delicate features, long slender wings and light clothing. Character journal:[x]
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The sadness of the memory that had been pulled from her left Briar_Rose shaking. She could feel herself withdraw, back to the safety of her own defenses, the walls she had built around her rising to keep her protected from the darkness...
"No! I'm not afraid anymore."
Rose forced herself to stand tall, despite her stiff body. She instinctively wrapped her hand tightly around her weapon as it materialized, the giant claw aimed right at Grief... And attacked with everything she had.
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My character's username: Briar_Rose My character's level: 32 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Royal Gryphon Current party: None Current Guild: None Location: Small IC description of character: ((See Ref)) Dark pink-haired female with pink eyes, of average height, and slim build. She's usually seen with an uninterested expression, but even she cannot hide her curiosity. Character journal:Battle Log
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2014 11:05 pm
Something about spookies and Xiu's cooking may or may not have been involved here. Because Xiu is an evil temptress of sweets and good things... and does it to everyone around the demon dorms.
There is not escaping it. Spookies.
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My character's username: tufffluff My character's level: 51 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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Normally Dreamwatcher wouldn't mind visions of those she love coming forward, but she couldn't allow them to get to her this time. As sluggish as she was, she still pressed on. her eyes keeping focused on the Queen before her.
Snapping her nunchuck, she swings one stick towards the Queen.
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My character's username: DreamWatcher My character's level: 47 My character's class: Cheshire Cat Wraith Character's HP: 40 Current party: Current Guild: Location: The Tea Party Small IC description of character: Petite, tan skin and red eyes, DreamWatcher wears blue and black Cheshire Cat armor. She has long curly red hair that flows down her back at the moment. She very bubbly and very easy to amuse. But watch out for her claws, they are rather sharp.
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2014 11:07 pm
“He is catatonic.” The doctor explained. He could hear them through the wall, he could hear everything but it was no reason to move. He lay on a hospital bed, all papery sheets and with the smell of disinfectant heavy on the air. He knew what was going on, but he was far away. He was young - he looked twelve or so and already he had run out of reasons to exist. There had been initial satisfaction in repetition, chasing the elusive and indefinable satisfaction of that fleeting spark of not-feeling, but he had gotten into a lot of trouble over it, especially when he started mimicking and echoing people who spoke to him, assuming that copying them would make them think he was all right and mean that they didn’t worry. The medicines they gave him made him sick. He did not enjoy them.
“At the moment he appears to be exhibiting a level of stupor, he responds to pain stimuli but that is all. We are uncertain of the reason though we suspect that this too is related to his other issues. We are still attempting to pin down what the cause of this present state is. He is not responding well to the benzodiazepine but we have a number of other options available.” The doctor’s tone was level and reassuring. His mother’s tone on the other hand seemed much less relaxed.
“That is what you people always say.” She snapped, angry to mask the underlying sorrow. He was learning to recognise these things. A certain tempo and pace in speech hinted at emotional state. He wasn’t sure why, it seemed a bit silly to wear your heart on your sleeve in that fashion. He found it easy to take advantage of. She went on, restraining her accent the way she did when she was on the phone. “Always saying there are options always saying he can be fixed but he just gets worse and worse.” Her voice cracked and the pitch changed. “He is so far away and I can’t reach him.” All the fight seemed to have gone out of her.
His father wasn’t there. He knew. The man got irritable whenever anyone brought up his youngest son, as if the problems were a slight on his pride. Ever popular and charming, his son’s problems weighed him down and made him feel like he was to blame. It slighted his masculinity. Lawrence didn’t care. There was nothing wrong with him, despite how many times he was told the contrary. He felt fine, he was fine. He just had no reason to do anything. He was finished pretending to be like them or to understand them so he had stopped. Even his brothers did not visit. They found him strange, strange and irritating in equal measure.
“Will he ever be normal?” she asked, desperate.
“With patience and the correct treatment I have faith that he will live a normal life.” He failed to see the importance of this standard of normality. “You just need to encourage him and have faith in the treatments.”
The next day she brought him some music to listen to, playing it by his bedside. She spoke in Swedish to him and encouraged him to wake, to show some sign of responsiveness. He gave her none.
One day she brought him a pound coin she’d found and told him that she felt like it was lucky, that she’d save it up for him and add to it and when he got out that he could spend it, he could buy whatever he wanted.
And as he considered the potential of this, the things he could purchase, he felt that vague and distant spark of not-emotion. He wanted it. He wanted these irrelevant and material objects. He wanted a musical instrument. He wanted an outlet. He sat up and she almost jumped out of her skin, and he spoke, the first words he’d said in weeks, and as he did so he imitated flawlessly the emotional inflection he’d listened to and rehearsed time and time again. “Can we go now mum?” he asked as if he’d never been asleep.
As he tolerated her exuberant delight and cuddles he thought to himself that he would have more of this money stuff. Much more. It would be his motivation. And that to do it he had to be “normal”.
Because the medicine made him sick. And he did not enjoy it.
<> My character's username: Divinity My character's level: 25 Character's HP: 30 Current party: -- Current Guild: -- Location: Tulgey Wood Small IC description of character: Tall, extremely pale and slender with delicate features, long slender wings and light clothing. Character journal:[x]
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2014 11:21 pm
The ghoul was a little surprised to suddenly find herself privy to two memories that were clearly not of her own. The first was not of someone she was well acquainted with--she felt like she had seen him during the duration of this game, however--but she felt her chest ache upon feeling the extent of his memories and his feelings.
The other, she of course recognized very well, and Xiu found herself biting down at her bottom lip at the evident anguish in her big brother's vision. It was also difficult for her to witness the death of a friend she cared deeply about, and she found herself giving a quick shake of her head in an effort to rid herself of these thoughts.
At least, she tried. It proved harder than she had thought, her body feeling oddly heavy. What...was going on?
She didn't really have a chance to question it, suddenly finding herself in the midst of another memory.
She hadn't meant to break it.
The tiny ghoul shrunk as her father stared wordlessly at the broken vase, knowing full well that it had been one of his favourites. A careless stumble had sent her barreling into the stand on which it had been sitting on, and then...crash. At first, in her desperation, she had wondered if she could possibly hide the shattered pieces before anyone noticed, but the sound had inevitably drawn her father's attention before she could even move.
Standing there, her bottom lip trembled as she waited for the other baku to turn on her and start yelling...but he didn't. Instead, he turned to look at her with an unreadable expression and, without speaking at all, reached out and gently set a hand on her head.
"Go get me the broom, Xiuying. I'll clean this up."
Although stunned at his forgiveness, the little ghoul scurried off to do just that.
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The Star My character's username: Nightbloom (Xiuying) My character's level: 100 Character's HP: 40/40 Current party: N/A Current Guild: Penumbra Location: Small IC description of character:Nightbloom is a petite girl with pink-tinged white hair. She has a pair of black cat ears and dons a light blue-lined black coat, while her scarf and tail are both white. Character journal:Here
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2014 11:22 pm
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DreamWatcher knew she just hit the Queen, and yet she felt so heavy she actually had to fall back a few steps. Her mind was spinning, everything around her was slipping away. She knew her loves one were here, and yet she couldn't see any of them.
Everything around her, was just black.
She couldn't focus on anything or anyone. She tried to think of her brother, she friends...Spinar.
But none of them came to her mind, it was like she couldn't remember any of their faces.
Dropping to her knees, she holds her head as she tries to focus.
She had to focus, she just had to.
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My character's username: DreamWatcher My character's level: 47 My character's class: Cheshire Cat Wraith Character's HP: 40 Current party: Current Guild: Location: The Tea Party Small IC description of character: Petite, tan skin and red eyes, DreamWatcher wears blue and black Cheshire Cat armor. She has long curly red hair that flows down her back at the moment. She very bubbly and very easy to amuse. But watch out for her claws, they are rather sharp.
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His chest still ached from that horrible vision he had witnessed. In the very least, he had a minor reprieve as another flicker of a memory passed through his eyes. Xiu had flipped someone off.
Good job.
That was what he thought.
Shun's body still felt like it was slowly growing stiffer. He could swear it was steadily growing worse too. He needed to fight, though. But soon, he became incredibly distracted with a whole other issue. Curiosity flooded his mind and he just had to know certain things.
"Why do you have such a fascination with ALICE and all of this mess?" he blurted to Mimsy.
"Are you always crazy? Or maybe just kind of dumb?" he shot at Hulk.
"Xiu, do you have any current suitors? Do you need me to strike any of them down for pestering you too much?" he asked the Baku.
"Sandshark. Why a sandshark? Can you shift into one back at home or does it have some other significance?" he asked Uttam.
"Who the ******** is Allan anyway? The name is familiar... but really. Who the hell is he?" he asked Chel.
"You there. Are your eyes naturally red?" he asked someone he didn't even recognize, DreamWatcher.
"Have you ever actually frozen any flowers or are you a frozen flower, yourself? Or is there some other significance to your chosen username?" he questioned FrozenFlower.
"That sounds like French you're speaking. Do you know any other languages?" he asked another random bystander.
He covered his mouth after that last question.
What the ******** was wrong with him?
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My character's username: Shadowstep/Shun Kuroda My character's level: 100 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: White Rabbit Herald Current party: N/A Current Guild: Penumbra Location: Small IC description of character: A dark haired male wearing a black and red white rabbit herald attire. An eyepatch rests over his left eye. He generally looks unimpressed or rather stern. Character journal:Here
Nio love
nothing yet
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2014 11:28 pm
Was it finally over? The Red Queen had been defeated - it didn't matter which to her - what was done was done.
Wasn't to supposed to be over?
The ghoul raised her scimitar towards the White Queen, ready to fight. ...but she was feeling so tired... the scimitar felt heavier than usual...and her movement was starting to become sluggish.Was she falling out of the dream?
"Why can't we go to HalloweenTown, Daddy?" the young ghoul asked, tugging at the hem of her father's coat. "I want to see what other people are like - I heard there are monsters who can eat up to 500 tonnes of foods-"
"I wonder if they are as nice as Misters Yeti and A. Snowman... Do you think people will like my ice sculptures?"
"How many different kinds of minipets are there? What is your favourite minipet, Daddy?"
"Do you think I could go to Amityville High School, Daddy? Will I be able to make friends over there? Will the teachers there be nice?"
"Do you want to build a Snowman?"
The stream of questions poured on, but there were no answers. Some of them, she could answer today, but in their place were hundreds more that questioned her worth as the heiress to the family.
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My character's username: FrozenFlower My character's level: 100 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Royal Gryphon Current party: - Current Guild: Penumbra Location: Small IC description of character: Towering at 190cm, she emits a cold blue aura as she stares down her opponent. Wields an icy scimitar and carries a calm expression.
"Plusieurs fois, depuis de nombreuses années. C'est moins d'une dépendance et plus d'un mode de vie maintenant. S'il vous fait vous sentir mieux, j'ai fumé mondes moins depuis que j'ai rejoint Deus. Personne ne les a, sauf Finn." He regalled back to her, giving her a sleepy smile. In that part of the back of his mind, he could feel Justice fretting a little, one a horse caught up in a wild fire. He wished he could do something for her, except send soft, comfortable tones to her. They couldn't hear each other well enough, and it was taxing on the both of them.
Feeling himself getting hugged, he slowly went to pull an arm around her, leaning his head on her shorter head, feeling a little heavy, but content that he found someone who he meshed with completely.
"J'ai passé beaucoup de temps à se cacher ma valeur, Thomas. Je veux vivre pour les autres." He said, very quietly to her. He had admitted it to Solomon once, but Solia was his Thomas, and she could hear it too. "Pas assez pour être une division Lune, non? Mist pour la vie." He quipped, with a wink, before seeing another familiar soul on the battlefield, waging his own wars with his emotions.
Softening up his face a little, he gave Teddy a beckoning hand movement, grinning to him.
"W'at is it, uh. . ." He paused, trying to grasp at the words. "You fret too much my friend. The whole point of being is you will always find someone who is perfect pour vous." He paused, thinking of the words. "Comment dites-vous, l'âme soeur," He admitted out loud, stuck on the words.
"Soulmate . .?" Yeah, sounded right. "You did good, out there."
He had heard someone ask him a question, one that stuck out of the rest of them. Blinking slowly, he turned his head to regard the one-eyed questioner.
"Uh . . ." GOOD START. "French, English, and a bit of German, enough to get me around?" He answered truthfully, pursing his lips a little.
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chiickadee generated a random number between
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2014 11:31 pm
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Lock stumbled his way to the end- no, that wasn't right. It was more like he was pushed, pushed by some sketchy ALICE npc that he knew nothing of, nor wanted to know nothing of.
A sort of scene played out before him, the queen taunting all of them with her prowess and power. Lock just stood there with arms crossed- he didn't give a <********>. To his right he saw Shun crouching, which seemed very odd to Lock, but if Shun wasn't going to give in, neither was he.
He brandished his long shears, silly as they might be, and prepared to fight. They were the best weapon he had, okay?
Almost as quickly as the fight had entered him, his mind went elsewhere. The chipper call of a boy in a guild hall. Friendship he hadn't intended to form.
When he returned, he looked at the other two bashfully. "Y-You guys ... Erk!" He pulled at his scarf, feeling it was way too tight all of a sudden.
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My character's username: ShadowLord15 My character's level: 27 Character's HP: 40 Current party: n/a Current Guild: The White Rose Garrison Location: Small IC description of character: A thin looking boy with the basic cheshire outfit. He has black and white striped hair and a pair of glasses. He also has a pair of shadowy arms and a set of blackened claws. Reference. Character journal:here
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erebus is lock's mother figure okay too bad
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Head still reeling from the whole "love" philosophy, Uttam happened to notice Shun firing off a memory - though, it didn't quite seem like a memory. It was like frosted glass, or a reflection in bronze, and showed him holding a disintegrating ghoul in his arms.
Did that really happen? And.. was that more love? He'd have to ask about that later.
He shook his head, trying to move on. He would have too, had another memory not fired from him. His mother, a dark whip of a woman, with her perpetually stern face and balzing eyes, coddling him after his eldest sister had thrown him in a full suplex after lunch. She whispered a few tips in his ear for their next match, then shoved him out into the playing area again.
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My character’s username: SANDSHARK My character’s level: 100 Character’s HP: 40 Character’s Job Class: Gryphon Current party: n / a Current Guild: Penumbra Location: White Queen's Castle Small IC description of character: A tall and bony man with a gold trimmed coat and long auburn hair covering his eyepatch. Tends to have a sneer on his face and looks down his nose at people. Character journal:Here!
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2014 11:35 pm
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Lock shook his head, and turned to attack the queen once more. He needed to focus- he couldn't keep filling his mind with these stupid memories. They were just giving her power- isn't that what she'd said?
Too bad he only got a few seconds before the next one day.
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"Oh please, you never liked me."
"That's unfair."
"What's unfair? What's unfair?? Hating the very manifestation of yourself?" Voodoo licked her paw idly, almost in protest of everything Lock was saying.
"I ..."
"I nothing. You don't like me, just say it and forgive yourself. I wasn't the creature you wanted me to be. You wanted a hideous, ugly, scary monster and you got me." Voodoo acted like she didn't care, but her fur was bristling and her tone was slowly raising. "I wasn't scary enough for you." With every emphasized word, she grew in size, absorbing shadows in the room one by one and padding them on to herself. "I will never BE scary enough for you. I will twist and bend my form into every shape in the planet and I will never BE. SCARY."
Lock was silent.
"Good boy. Now forgive yourself for it. I certainly forgave you long ago for your rudeness."
Lock stammered something unintelligible. "We shall continue like this for ages, you know."
---
His head snapped to the other two. Had they seen that? Had he imagined it?
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My character's username: ShadowLord15 My character's level: 27 Character's HP: 40 Current party: n/a Current Guild: The White Rose Garrison Location: Small IC description of character: A thin looking boy with the basic cheshire outfit. He has black and white striped hair and a pair of glasses. He also has a pair of shadowy arms and a set of blackened claws. Reference. Character journal:here
melodine cantus
special memory just for erebus /touch
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"Stop doing that you-"
NOPE.
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He was ashamed, as he sat at the edge of the queen's pool. His face burned with the confusion and regret he felt as he deeply breathed in and out- forcing the oxygen to make him see reason.
He'd sent frantic messages to both his party member to cover his guilt, but nothing compared to now.
Lock had gone back into the pool. He'd relived the strange, alternate universe, wherein he, Erebus and Lutz were strangely complacent with being together and peaceful. In a romantic sort of way.
He shouldn't have, but he did.
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My character's username: ShadowLord15 My character's level: 27 Character's HP: 40 Current party: n/a Current Guild: The White Rose Garrison Location: Small IC description of character: A thin looking boy with the basic cheshire outfit. He has black and white striped hair and a pair of glasses. He also has a pair of shadowy arms and a set of blackened claws. Reference. Character journal:here
My character's username: Shadowstep/Shun Kuroda
