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THE FIGHT IS OPEN FROM NOW - JUNE 12TH @ 11:59 PM PST
There was a loud, audible crack from the red crystal. As tens, hundreds, of red fragments scattered from the base of the shape, something else spilled out, a thin shape that grew longer and longer. As it solidified, The Dusk itself seemed to slow down, the space around them distorting. It felt as if everything around it was simultaneously close and far away, the perfect storm of vertigo. It was- it was -
This is how the world will end.
This is how the world ended.
This is how the world ends-
Not with a bang but a whimper.
BOSS ENCOUNTER
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gaia_crown[ UPON DEFEAT OF BOSS WITH 250 WRITTEN WORD POST(S)] +2 raffle tickets, +2 ADDITIONAL Arcana points, +10 currency, +1 unique boss card (see below for info). Raffle tickets and boss card can only be obtained one PER user, rest is unlimited for characters.
gaia_crown[ UNIQUE BOSS CARDS: ] Only five bosses like the above drop a unique boss card that is needed to turn in here. You may only claim one PER user.
gaia_crown[ THE WHITE SPACE ]: Your character upon approaching the boss, is warped into a void space of infinite white. They are consumed by the boss. In order for them to leave/ do damage, they must summon memories of their time as a horseman. Their memory appear as crudely thought of images. Yes, you must literally draw memories your character summons (it can be any memory they wish!) to defeat this boss. It could be of anything, their minipet, a street sign they saw, a fond friend, whatever they wish.
gaia_crown[ DRAWING A MEMORY ]: You can use any art program or even our oekaki here (just save out image when done. You can spend however many or little time as you'd like on it, but they say a picture is worth 1000 damage. Honestly, if you can't really draw, whatever you can do is great. If you absolutely cannot draw and really don't want to use your mouse, you can instead, write out the imagery your character creates. It has to be 250 words PER memory. Post the image in your RP post, use spoiler tags if the image is huge!
gaia_crown[ RPING THE MEMORY ]: Once again, place the image, rp it. You're done! You need 250 words to reap the prizes (writing out the memory does count towards the 250), you can do that using whatever was written above, and what is written in here to help you out! You may also draw more than one memory if you wish. Obviously, you can still RP in other places while in this boss fight, just considered this happening later than everything else currently hapening.
gaia_crown[ BOSS DAMAGE ]: Each memory drawn/written is +5 DAMAGE. You can post multiple times if you wish, just make sure you post at LEAST once to claim your prize at the end. HOWEVER, if less than 5 memories are created from this fight, this boss will remain undefeated and escape!
SAMPLE POST
Steve was very scared, because he hated butterflies. As he stared into the white space all he could think was butterflies, just so many butterflies haunting him forever. It felt like even longer until finally he remembered a fond memory, of his childhood pet, Steve Jr. In his mind, he imagined what Steve Jr looked like:
He felt a little more comforted and the room felt a little smaller.
Kagerou had just been trying to figure out how to help restore the crystal by collecting fear when a loud sound erupted from it. His eyes immediately shot up to the noise, looking out towards the shards that now sprinkled the air. Straining to focus on the figure that seemed to collect from the fragments, an unsettling feeling gripping the Conquest Horseman. What was happening? What was going to happen? The only thing he could thing of was to defend. Kagerou was hesitant, but that thing had seemed to be infecting the crystal, effecting the things that it drew near to. He should try and stop it, that was a good idea... right? As he tried to get closer to investigate and come up with a plan his mind spun. Body and subconscious being engulfed by the being. He drew a blank as white ebbed into his very being. But then... a flicker of hope... a flicker of the way out.. a flicker of...
His first love! Or if Horsemen could even love this is what the emotion would pan out to be. The ultimate warmth that Kagerou felt as he rested his face upon that particular Yuki's bosom. Oh what joy, what certain exquisiteness it brought. It was so soft and yet so strong, all the perfect qualities to draw in a Conquest Horseman at that. Even if his 'love' was never returned he would cherish the memory of that first encounter. The weight and confinement of the boss seemed to be slightly lifted as he drew from the memory. If only he could make it reality again.
Name: Kagerou Kitsu Arcana: Wheel of Fortune Division: Conquest Horseman General appearance: Frail body structure ♦ Hidden by loose red silken clothes and an exquisite faux fur scarf.
It was hard to miss the destruction of the crystal. All eyes were on it now, ever since it had reportedly changed colors and then lost color entirely. So when it began to burst open like a hatching egg, Loki was somehow one of the first to approach. As a priestess, she didn't recognize the warning signs - the twisting of space around the creature was not normal, but normal was all relative when she spent more time asleep than awake --
And then she wasn't in the Dusk at all, but somewhere very, very... white. Loki had been to some strange places, especially through Trance, but none as... empty... as the void they suddenly found themselves in. She tensed immediately, attempting to draw a weapon that didn't exist here. She couldn't call for help, either, not when everyone and everything had suddenly vanished. There was something very wrong going on, just as the High Priestess had said. But Loki couldn't worry about that now.
She had to escape. Warn the others. There was something very wrong here, and she couldn't fight it alone. She had to think of something. Anything. Why, when she was in the middle of a disaster, could she not even think of a single useful thing?
All she could think of was the last time she'd actually managed to think of a useful plan...
It didn't do anything, but it certainly made her feel slightly better as she frantically searched for an exit from the blank canvas dimension.
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Name: Loki Arcana: The World Division: Death General appearance: My avatar but less modern and more fur draped over everything.
Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 2:53 am
There was a resounding crack gave Liya pause to stop and turn towards the source: The red crystal. Her eyes widened in horror as it fragmented even further, shards scattering everywhere. And something emerged from it. Whatever it was, she did not like the look of it. Daggers drawn, teeth bared, Liya spread her wings and charged.
Only to be absorbed into a white, yawning void. Her daggers were useless, kicks and punches were all futile. There was nothing to hit and nothing was hitting back. It was strange to feel like she was so caged in when there seemed to be no walls actually keeping her prisoner. But she was still trapped. And she hated this feeling of helplessness.
Her heart began to race as she continued to struggle but it was all to no avail.
She dismissed her daggers and let out a howl of rage. Still nothing. It was as if the world she knew had never existed. As if she herself might as well have never been. But that wasn't right, was it? The War Horseman knew she was real, didn't her very presence prove that?
The whiteness drew in closer, pressing in on her like a noose around her neck. The rage burned brighter and hotter in Liya, as she sought to find something to fight back with. But what could she use? Fists and weapons even words did nothing. No, she needed to focus, she needed to calm down. And one of the ways she did that was to breathe in deep and remember what it felt like to fly.
+5 Boss Damage Total damage to boss so far: 15
Liya War Horseman; Warrior Wild Arcana (formerly The Tower Arcana Group D) Journal - 5"0 tall - Mother hen - Loves you all!
Maebe hated memories. Perhaps that was why, when first waking up, she didn't fight the fact that they'd lost a day. But now..
She sat down in the white space, tried to fight the urge to actually do what she had to in order to get out, but eventually closed her eyes and gave in to it.
It came really slowly, forced like it was being tugged out from a tight spot. She remembered it in flashes, at first. A splash of color. A glimmer. Something shiny. She loved shiny, she told herself. It had to be a good memory.
She kept searching. Something familiar was finally starting to form in the picture of her mind. A mirror - of course it was a mirror. What else could it be? Maebe was remembering her favorite thing, she told herself. She was remembering the way she looked. The moment she realized it, it came into sharp focus in her mind. Blond, perfect waves wrapping around a petite, pale face. Attractive features, a red red mouth, and - not red. Her mouth wasn't red, her lips had no makeup on them. The red mouth she saw was on the mirror, itself - not even her reflection, but just the mirror. Red lipstick drawn on the glass, right where her mouth was reflected. A giant, almost comical pair of red lips.
She'd laugh, if it didn't horrify her so much.
She didn't want this memory, anyway. She handed it up to the powers that be, hoping it would free her as soon as possible.
Character's name: Maebe Character's clan: Famine Scavenger Character's journal link: Here Character's Arcana: Death BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: 5'3", her entire body below her collarbones is covered in skintight bandages that might as well be skin. Blonde hair, blue eyes with black sclera, fair skin, and a mischievous streak a mile wide.
Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 3:59 am
Flying headfirst into battle with a roar always seemed like the best idea, at first. When the battle - and everything around him disappeared - he was reminded, just the way he always is - that he should have thought this through, first.
He roared into the white space for a while, out of sheer rage. It didn't help.
Eventually he dropped down, and closed his eyes. A memory was needed. He had to remember. This would be easy, how could he forget?
Except the more he tried to think about it, the harder it was to remember. He could recite the moment he first realized he wanted Mimsy for his own as if the story was written directly on his heart. He knew every facet of the moment - and yet - when he tried to conjure it up in his mind, it only showed up as a still, a picture frozen in time, and a grainy one at that. He was hovering just around a corner, his head sticking out as he watched the Famine horsewoman surreptitiously. He'd fallen in love with her before she'd ever realized he existed, but his feelings didn't matter.
She was Famine. He was War. They couldn't have been more different. She was smart, dangerous, and cruel. He was loud, so, so loud. He knew the moment he opened his mouth, she would skitter away. But just listening to her speak made him fill with longing for something he wasn't supposed to have.
Something he wasn't supposed to..
Have..
He shook his head as the memory tried to waver, and held fast to the image of his beloved, the woman he would one day marry by some miracle of fate, and the woman who would share her Fear with him to make two of the most perfect little bundles that ever existed. She'd been perfect then, but that had always kept him away. Now, now that she'd accepted him and loved him despite how stupid and bumbling and utterly wrong for her he was, he allowed himself the honor of loving her back.
He would force his memory-self to turn that corner, if he could have just gotten a firmer grasp on the still image in his mind.
Character's name: Robert Character's clan: War Executioner Character's journal link: Here Character's Arcana: Sun BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: 6'7", built like a truck, and tends to be as naked as he can get away with. His loud voice precedes his presence and he's very huggy.
Darkjay flew into battle with the rest of them, bellowing his own war cry and brandishing a simple short sword, fearless of the enemy before him. He didn't know how much damage the crystal had taken, but he would extract his revenge on this fiend, as he figured it was the cause of the crystal breaking in the first place.
He flew high, taking aim before closing his wings and dropped from the sky, a deadly bundle of range and hunger for blood. But he never felt the moment his sword sliced through flesh. The air around him wavered, everything distorting strangely. Still his course didn't change, using gravity to keep him on a clear path.
Until the enemy disappeared. Everything disappeared. He dived into a world of white. He spread his wings, feeling the force of his momentum break, leaving him time to examine his surroundings. Except there was nothing to see but white.
Darkjay grit his teeth, and into the void. "SHOW YOURSELF". He received no response. Circling around he put on speed, flying fast to try and get himself out of this place, but again nothing changed. He flew for what seemed ages and still made no progress.
His anger boiled as he tried to think of something to get him out of this, perhaps a strategy he had used in the past. It was difficult to recall anything definite, but he focused hard.
Something came to mind. Just a simple crude image.
It wasn't exactly helpful, but it did allow him to channel his anger and feel better.
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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.
Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 8:38 am
What the heck was that thing? Rayu was so bloody confused. That didn't look like it should. Why did it shatter his crystal?
Ok maybe it just came out of his crystal but still, that just wasn't right. Rayu plunged in head first, and screw the consequences. suddenly he was surrounded by an infinite expanse of white. Oh wow he felt a little floaty. Like he was free of all the laws of physics.
The laws of physics were stupid anyways.
It reminded him a bit of flying.
Just him and stars and nothing between. If he scooped his wings right he could lay on his back and glide for a while. The human world moon was a little different from their world's moon, and had it's own shimmering aura.
It was something that made him smile. An enjoyable feeling. One that reminded of him the stars, the moon the clouds, which always left your face just a little bit wet. It was more than pure void, but similar.
Sometimes he would go with others of the war clan and liya would race him. That was always fun. Moving between stars in a way. He could trace the route in his mind's eye. sometimes he wondered if he flew high enough, if he could catch the moon.
He had tried once but could never seem to quite get high enough. That's what he remembered, reaching up staring with nothing between. Just trying to touch the moon but it was too far away, even for a war pony. Maybe he needed a bigger mountain to jump off.
The crack seized Nothing’s attention and he looked up in alarm at the crystal overhead. He’d heard murmurings that there was something wrong with it, some of the people he’d spoken to saying that something undefinable was messing with its power and draining it away. But ultimately all of it was rumours, nothing standing out as founded in truth or supported by fact, superstition and fear. The only fact any of them had was the brief power outage which had affected them earlier which honestly could have been staged. The sound that rang out dispelled all of those doubts and left him staring as something very very bizzare began to occur, the vast crystal split and like something from a horror movie and a strange thing dropped out of it to the ground, something that was most certainly not a horseman nor like anything he’d ever seen before. Nothing wasn't a fighter, he didn't do combat if he could avoid it and he sure as sin was not about to right now.
He was on the verge of trying to escape when there was a jolt and suddenly
everything
everything was white and there was a skewed chaos to the world, a contorted pale nightmare that had him in its grasp. In the wild chaos he found himself in there was the strong sense that in order to get out, he needed to give up something to the creature which now held him captive. He let it have a memory, after all what did memories matter? Surely he could afford to let them go?
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Butterflies flitted around the seated figure of a young woman with a book open in her lap. Overhead a circling dance of moths flitted in a tribute to her. There was a future here, a future moving off at a tangent to his own and he couldn't be quite sure where it led.
Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 11:58 am
Ever thought he recognized this feeling: the thickness of the air, the thrum of energy, the crackling that still left his ears ringing. It wasn't unlike the sensation he'd had before the power had gone out, with his ears popping and his skin prickling, just faintly. The sight of the shattered crystal, the dripping monster that came down out of it -- that had no effect on him. But the feeling of it, the slowing of time around him, the way it turned the air into sludge, was an entirely different story.
Drawing in a sharp breath, Ever turned from the task at hand to, instead, take off a run toward the center of the strange feeling. His feet landed light on the ground, lighter and lighter, until he dragged to a halt.
He didn't know where he was. The white didn't bother him but the quiet did. All the soft sounds of life in the Dusk were drained away, until all that remained was the gust of his own heaving breath, Ever standing alone in an endless nothing. There was no bounce and pull, no echo. Emptiness. And it made him breathe harder, frantically, half-turning in place to try and figure out how he'd gotten here and how to get back.
In this moment, he shivered and turned his mind to something familiar. A chitter and a click. The clatter of fine wings against each other, and the minute shifting of slender legs.
It was an old memory, and so it also came with a flash of color, a glimmer of light against a hard shell. Slowly, Ever breathed out. He felt better, could have sworn he sensed the brush of wings against the small of his back, one of Zyk's bugs following him into this nothing.
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Character's name: Ever Character's clan: Famine Character's journal link:xxx Character's arcana The Fool (group F) BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Pale on pale, left to his own devices Ever tends to wear shades of ivory and sand. Venturing into the human world, he wears every article of clothing he's picked up, all at once. His hair is long and tousled, pulled into a fluffy tail at the back of his neck; his skin is pale and washed out; the only pop of color is black, like sickness, that creeps dark from the tips of his fingers up his arms. Covering his eyes is a pair of cheap, mirrored shades.
Rep was ready for a fight when he showed up at the crystal. He’d been helping to gather fear for the cause and had just arrived back with a gem laden with fear from the efforts he’d been making when the loud crack rung out. He dropped into a battle pose and drew his short sword, ready to fight, ready to go up against whatever was happening. It was ridiculous in the grand scheme of things to try and draw traditional weapons against such an impossible enemy but Rep wasn’t afraid. In recent years, he’d only become fiercer and determined knowing his brood were also under his protection and that they relied on him to keep them safe. Like a tigress he was ready to fight Armageddon itself for the sake of his family.
When it went white he was still poised to fight but none of it mattered because you couldn't fight this thing with teeth or claws nor with weapons and armour, it wanted something much more than that.
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The memory was a simple one, a sense of joy and happiness which bubbled to the surface independent of his will. He didn't want to give it away and he didn't volunteer it to the hungry creature which ate at him but it came unbidden. He was with his family, they were together, all three of them and all three of them. Three and three, a symmetry of contentment, nothing fractured or broken, just love and togetherness.
Mask was on his shoulders because he enjoyed carrying the boy high up, showing him the world from aloft as he would one day get to see it himself. He chose contentment for his memory because it was something he couldn't help but hold dear.
Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 1:05 pm
America wasn't going to be stuck here. Alone and empty. That wasn't who she was, not anymore.
When mom-mom and poppa didn't come out of the cloud, America waited. When she was taken from the dirty place, the bad place, the home place, she waited. She stayed quiet, in case they were calling. She stayed quiet, because she wanted to be good. She wanted to be good so they would come back. She left a lot, her small, pudgy legs clumsily trying to navigate the camps. Inevitably, she was found, but never by the right person.
Bjorn was not the right person. Not right away. But he was...persistent. And kind. Everyone had lost their people. Everyone has lost home. She was not alone in the missing places in her days. Not everyone could find it in themselves to be patient, to bear the burden of another's tragedy in the aftermath of their own.
But Bjorn did for America, time and again. And she kept leaving, and he kept following, until the day, at the edge of the world that once was, and was startled to find that Bjorn's was the voice she was waiting to call out for her.
She used to try going back there, to where home used to be, too young to understand what loss was. That things and people could be gone forever. But that was something they both had to learn, together.
And what was she thinking by going towards and not away from the commotion?
Well it was a pretty amazing sight to behold of The Dusk undergoing the sudden changes that involved the appearance of some sort of being that had somehow come out from the red crystal.
Li, however, had only paused in the forward walk of her steps when all went white around her suddenly.
Yup everything was completely white; what now? She scanned the space surrounding her, wondering as her feet walked another few steps forward, what was going on for the nth time so far.
Was she in the white room of the rehab center again? Was she time traveling? Or was she remembering something or multiple things now? How could she tell the difference?
Hmmmm for starters, there were missing aspects to this place that could be compared to her memory of said white room, such as the unbroken window seemingly having been attacked by a weapon for one.
A smile, a drawn back bowstring with a ready arrow, a figure dressed like her; who is that; is that her? Li suspected the images flashing through her mind were hers as feelings she found familiar yet hard to describe at that instant bloomed in her mind abruptly in quick order. What is she shooting at and did it matter? She felt certain that the point was that she was shooting something; actually, she was not just shooting something one time. She has shot her bow and arrows time and time again, she felt sure about this as well. She knew she thrived in this element, in being in her element as an archer ceaselessly aiming to improve at her craft. And, there was just as notably one more notion that crossed her mind that she had a large amount of confidence in and that was if she had to count the number of times having shot her arrows at targets with her bow has had her smiling while immensely entertained it would be a great, whole lot and she is extremely determined to repeatedly have such experiences.
Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 5:19 pm
Out on the street, Zyk could only watch in what he imagined had to be mounting horror as the cracks in the crystal suddenly spread all at once, widening, until the entire bottom finally just shattered. A distressing enough sight to behold, on it's own, but what came next managed to be worst. Something fell from the broken bottom, and as with when they had first noticed the cracks, Zyk was struck with an undeniable sense of impending doom and disaster.
The smart choice would probably have been to run away from the thing. However, Zyk found himself moving towards it. Bare feet splashing in the growing puddles that were accumulating outside the Dusk.
The dread only grew stronger. Anxiety crashing into him in suffocating waves that were not in his nature to feel. He didn't like it, it was...frightening.
Darkness swallowed the light, or rather, light consumed everything.
There was nothing. No sound, no sight. Nothing but vast and endless white. All consuming and sucking him in deeper and deeper.
The stallion groped for a thought, a memory, anything.
Two dark. They hadn't fit in all that perfect paleness. The request had been benign, an off handed comment. He hadn't expected compliance, willingness. A single act that had proven better than anything else how valuable a treasure he had found.
With the memory came a more secure sense of self. An awakening, of sorts. He was himself again, no longer just another part of the white.
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Character's name: Zyk Character's clan: Famine Alchemist Character's journal link:xxx Character's Arcana: Chariot BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Tall and thin with dark skin, dark rimmed eyes of mossy green, and a shaved head. His hands are blackened, long fingered and thin,with the darkness creeping up his arms in running veins. Here and there, glittering beetles in blues, greens, and iridescent blacks. They scurry here and there about his person. He doesn't wear much, but what he does wear consists of fine silks and glittering jewelry.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 6:40 pm
At first Ake thought that loud horseman had broke the crystal AGAIN from his loud war cry sheer presence alone, but as the crack grew and something came out, he knew he couldn't pin this on him. Not EVERYTHING was Robert's fault...
Curiosity getting the better of him, he approached the figure warily, realizing that their mere presence was warping the space around him. Soon he found himself consumed, surrounded by a stark white.
s**t, what now? How was he supposed to-
Ake.
He froze, a familiar voice surfacing in his mind.
Ake...
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"I don't know why you close yourself up. You should try talking with others."
Ake frowned, crossing his arms. "There's no need for me to interact with others. I'm fine by myself."
His friend sighed, shaking his head. "It doesn't HURT to know others. There's lots to be gained. Memories, experiences... things are more fun with friends, are they not?" "Well... I have you, isn't that enough?"
He laughed. Somehow, it sounded sad. "Ake... I know it's hard for you to open up, but... I won't always be around, you know. You can't always depend on me." "What are you..." "I'm just saying. It's not good to depend only on one person. I'm not saying I plan to leave you but... sometimes fate has a strange way of deviating from the path we desire. I'm merely saying this for your own good, Ake. Just... think about it, ok?"
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Ake grit his teeth. After the Fall, he never saw Ches again. Ches, where did you go? He refused to accept the fact that he was gone forever. One day he WOULD come back. One... day...
A single tear rolled down his cheek. Ches...
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My character name: Ake Arcana: Hanged Man Horseman clan: Death Rank: 2 Ref:
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