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 Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2017 6:12 am
In addition to the samples, I'd like to give a bit of insight into my general posting habits. 90% of the time I have four-five paragraphs for an opening post and then three paragraphs in every post thereafter unless somethin' big happens or there isn't much to go on. I post pretty often, usually as soon as I get the chance. I'm not very good with ultra pretty layouts but I do what I can. ;o; Most of the time I do my posts at about 3am. Also, sorry if these samples are a little lackluster. They're pretty recent, though, so they're about as honest as I can get~
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2017 6:13 am
"Surely they didn't think I'd sleep forever..."
Mᴏᴏᴅ: Calm, Dᴏɪɴɢ: Listening intently during story time Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Corridor of Darkness Nᴇᴀʀ: Mayday, Aelita, and their "tour guide"
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As they walked, Iazel made a point of keeping herself between their strange guide and the other girls at all times, though she did attempt to keep it subtle. Either way, she was sure that he knew that he was nowhere near trustworthy, at this point. He'd have to be daft not to. As he kept explaining though, she let down her guard a little. The new information was interesting, but some of it went over her head. For example, what the hell was a gummi ship? She'd ask later, maybe. Once they had Qhuinn back. Actually, she'd probably just ask Qhuinn and then default to asking their mystery friend if Qhuinn didn't know. His warning about needing a cloak like his or keyblade did not fall on deaf ears, and she made sure both of the girls behind her were very close. If she'd known something like that, she wouldn't have let them go at all. But, as long as she was strong enough for both of them, it would be fine. She glared at the wall of dusks ahead with a frown. Such strange things.
She'd never seen a nobody before this. The woman who had been talking to her in her dreams didn't say anything about them- The only enemies she'd ever told Iazel about were the Heartless, and the Heartless alone. The man mentioned girls- Plural. Iazel quirked a brow in response, but said nothing. So he'd seen their friend get kidnapped? Perhaps he was weak, and that's why he didn't help. It seemed more likely than anything else she could think up. "The Guard Armor was the weakest thing I've faced in a long while, not counting the worthless minions that haunt the streets. We'll be fine. I'll keep us safe." She stated calmly, eyeing the wall of dusks before them. The warrior wasn't gloating- By the tone of her voice alone, it was clear that she was just being honest. Her magic would easily dispose of anything on such a weak tier, swarm or not. As he explained more, she pondered on what it all meant. This seemed like such important information, stuff she should've known and been prepared for. And yet, here she was, being taught like some kid in school. It wasn't a bad feeling per se- She enjoyed learning. It offered room to grow. But this just felt so rushed. Iazel wanted to know more. There was no time to ask questions, though. Their enemies had noticed them, and the blonde bit back a sigh. It was all coming together, now.
The boy's next words made it all the more clear. Iazel thought the trials had ended when she woke up, but the universe was always happy to send out more tests. Fight for what she believed in? Quite frankly, she didn't believe in anything, at the moment. All of this was a lot to munch on, but she patiently waited for him to finish talking. She eyed the horde as it grew ever closer, all the while thinking of what to say. "You know... I just woke up an hour and... ten minutes ago. I don't even know what year it is, and you're here asking me and my friends all of these philosophical questions that sound like they were ripped out of a fairy tale." Although the words might sound accusatory, or even insulting, she it was clear that she was just kind of bothered by the situation, judging by her tone. She went quiet as her keyblade materialized in her hand. "Besides, you shouldn't ask questions you already know the answer to. Because, it's obvious. Clearly, we are going to carve a path. You wouldn't have brought us here, otherwise." Resolve, tested. Results; High as hell, apparently, because the second the last word was out of her mouth, her keyblade was alight with electricity. Sparks rolled off of the blade and faded away as they hit the darkness that was the ground. Whatever these things were, they were clearly small fry, and thus would be zapped to dust just like the rest.
Perhaps it was not the wisest decision to jump straight into a pile of enemies that she'd never encountered before, but Qhuinn's life was on the line. There was no point in not going all out. The faster they got through with this, the faster they would get to Qhuinn, and the faster they could learn what was going on. And, maybe, just maybe, she'd finally learn what year it was. All of this, and so much more, strengthened her resolve as she ran into the fray and leaped high. Her keyblade crackled menacingly as she descended upon a single dusk in the middle of the group, completely frying it with electricity as her keyblade made contact with it's strange, grey body. The creature didn't stand a chance as it was instantly vaporized, and the resulting wave of magic sent a good chunk of it's comrades falling backwards. The attacks of the few left standing were warded off by a swift, well timed reflect spell as Iazel got up and looked expectantly at the members of her group before dodging, weaving, and cleaving through the enemies like this whole thing was a game of electric tag.
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OoC: ******** this one dusk in particular.
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2017 6:14 am
 ✶Yᴏʀɪ Yᴀᴍᴀsʜɪʀᴏ✶✶Hᴀᴘᴘʏ ɢᴏ Lᴜᴄᴋʏ✶Mᴏᴏᴅ: Enthusiastic, probably Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Traverse Town-
District Three Nᴇᴀʀ: Aelita, although she isn't aware of her. Clutching her purse close, Yori walked down the empty school halls, wondering why in the world it was so dark. On a day like this, people should've been walking around- Even if class was in session, there would've at least been people in the hallways. Her footsteps echoed eerily throughout the building as she walked past dark classrooms and dusty looking lockers. As she explored, she realized what was wrong. Yori was the only person here, and... The lockers shouldn't have been dusty at all. They were cleaned and used every day. Looking down towards the floor, it looked like it hadn't been swept or even walked on in ages. The blonde turned around and saw that her footsteps had made a trail in the thick dust. That wasn't all, either. The way she came was slowly growing darker by the second. If she was a wimp, she probably would have screamed and ran. But she was Yamashiro Yori, and she wasn't afraid of anything, or anyone. She held her ground for a moment, glaring into the darkness. The pitch black wall began speeding up, and Yori burst into a run, intent on meeting whatever this was head on. The moment she left the light, everything ended.
Yori's eyes shot wide open, and she was met with the sight of a brick wall. She became aware of the cold brick supporting her back as well, and slowly stood up. She was in an alleyway. "But... I..." She'd been in her bed when she gone to sleep. She knew she had, because she remembered plugging in her phone to charge when she went to sleep. So. What the hell? Had she been kidnapped? Looking down at herself, she realized that she was in her school uniform. And her purse was right at her feet, too. A cold shiver went up her spine, and she bent down to pick it up. There was no fear as she opened it and checked the contents, and rightfully so, because there was nothing to be afraid of. Her purse had everything she'd packed in it the day before, as well as her phone and her charger. Nothing to be afraid of, no. Yori would not be scared of waking up in an alleyway in the dead of night with her school uniform on and her purse, even if scared was the emotion that made the most sense right now. "Somebody must be pranking me... Monaca-chan, maybe?" She muttered out loud, trying to keep a good reign on her nerves. Yori didn't play video games, and she certainly didn't read unless it was part of a class assignment, so the only thing she could really compare this to was something like a movie. It was just as unbelievable as the things that happened on screen, to the point where she wasn't sure whether or not she was still dreaming. A cold breeze passing by made her clothes flutter, and she shivered. The uniform was not made for warmth, and there was no way a dream could have a feeling that realistic... It was kind of disturbing, to say the least.
Slinging her purse around her shoulder, she walked out of the alley and into the street. Wherever she was, she didn't recognize it at all. The architecture was unfamiliar to her, the only thing she knew about it was that the design was foreign. Making her way up the street, there wasn't a single soul in sight, even as she got to a wide open plaza. At least, not one that she knew of. Aelita, tucked away in her corner by the stairs, was completely out of Yori's line of sight as she walked into the middle of the plaza. But the other girl could probably see her just fine if she looked up. Sighing, Yori reached into her purse and took out her phone with a frown. It was full battery, but she didn't seem to have a signal. "What kind of boonie town doesn't have cell phone reception?!" She exclaimed, shocked. These days, a girl could go all the way out into those weird rice fields in the middle of nowhere and her signal would still be fine. So where in the world was she? ❝The superior tactic is to never give up!❞
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2017 6:15 am
ѕανσυя ℓιfє'ѕ ¢ℓσѕιиg α¢т
Mᴏᴏᴅ: Placid-> Unbridled Rage Dᴏɪɴɢ: Making a fortune-> Having nature based meltdown Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Somewhere dark and dirty-> Filthy forest cesspool Nᴇᴀʀ: Mimic-> No one special
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Before Kaye sat a solid gold, diamond encrusted chest atop a pile of ancient looking coins. It was partially open with the hilt of a sword poking out of it, and from what she could see, the blade was probably exquisite. Polished silver blade, that gorgeous ivory hilt... The silk lining of the chest. Too bad it was all fake. Silently, she slipped one gloved hand into the chest, and shrieked when she felt something touch the fabric. "Did you just lick me? Ew!" The fashionably wealthy girl withdrew her hand from the treasure chest in disgust. "You know better than that!" Kaye chided, narrowing her eyes at the gaudy chest. "Relax, i just had to make sure you weren't some loser turned lunch." The mimic retorted as it flung open, baring its contents to the world. "What's mine is yours. Just make sure that you leave me with some good bait." Kaye snorted. Like she'd leave a brother with just bait. She rifled around in the chest, looking through strings of pearls and jewels the size of her fists. The mimic had a pretty good haul, but not much of it interested her... Until, that is, she felt her hands run across something soft and cool. Woven metal. She brushed aside lustrous gems and sighed in wonder at the brassy sheen. Gods, she loved metal fabric. So glossy. So shiny. Delicate, soft, glamorous.
She wrapped her gloved hands softly around the skein of fabric and gently, ever so gently, lifted it out of the mimic like she was cradling a baby. Gold and jewels were beautiful. But this... This was god. Rubbing her cheek against the cool metal, Kaye closed her eyes and fantasized about what she could make with it... How she could sell it... How to find more of it. "You like it that much, huh? It's been a while since you've been so enamored with anything." The mimic's voice brought her back to reality, and Kaye frowned, a little miffed that her moment was ruined. "Yeah, it's pretty nice." She stated coolly. The mimic scoffed and closed itself as Kaye stuffed the fabric into her friendly little bag of devouring. "I'm not done with you, yet. Stay open." Her imperious tone made the mimic pop open like a jack in the box, and it stayed open while she opened a differently bag and pulled out a live chicken. "Why leave you with bait when I can repay you with a meal? What's mine is yours." She dropped the squawking bird into the mimic's mouth and watched it snap shut. Yes, she had to take care of her strange brethren. The relationship was mutual. Fastening the chicken pocket back onto her belt, she strutted around the mimic and it's pile of gold, heading towards the door behind it. She didn't bother saying goodbye to it- It couldn't talk with it's mouth full.
Flinging open the door without a second thought, she saw that it opened up into a flight of stairs. Ugh. Stairs were a pain in the a**. But... "Stairs can suck it. I'm floating up." She decreed to no one in particular before her form fell apart and reformed as a fine black mist. Floating low above the ground, she crept up the stairs, darkening the steps as she went up. She was plenty capable of going faster, but what was the point? Better to savor time than do everything fast and in a hurry. Then again, looking at the layers upon layers of dust, dirt, moss, and cobwebs that coated the stairs and the ceiling, she wasn't sure if this place was worth savoring. The mist's pace went from a lazy crawl to... Lazy roll. It wasn't much of a change but she couldn't be arsed to do anything faster than this. Mist form could be inconvenient for fast travelling but she really didn't want to ruin her heels by walking in all this gunk. Eventually, she made her way to the top and was met with a single wooden door. The deep dark mist swirled and mixed together in a whirl, forming the girl's body once more in the blink of an eye. Without even waiting a second, she kicked the wooden door as hard as she could and watched it whip open. Bright light filtered in through the doorway, but she didn't pay it any mind as she sauntered through the opening and into the forest glade. "Ew! I hate nature!" In all honestly, she was tempted to reduce this entire forest to nothing but rot and ruin. But... That would just be awful to walk in. Then again, it was probably nothing compared to the current filth she was stepping in- All those fallen leaves and other forest-y ilk. A cold shudder went down her back and she whipped out her staff. These trees were going to die.
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2017 6:16 am
 With: No one that she knows of, planty or otherwise.
Where: The Verity- Crashed Ship
Mood: Appraising, Wary
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➸ Slamming the door to fridge shut with her foot, Pria slowly sauntered back to the captain's seat, placing a little plate of dried fish jerky onto the table next to the chair before hopping in and resting her feet up on the dashboard without a care in the world. She reached out for the plate and grabbed one of the smaller pieces, nibbling on it as she looked at the holographic map currently being displayed on the window, translucent enough for her to see the stars behind it. It was pretty, but she'd seen it enough times for it to lose it's magic pretty quick. The map functioned as a radar, and she'd studied it enough times to know what was what. Currently, though, she had her eye trained on one red dot that was moving pretty fast and headed straight towards another, bigger dot. That one, she knew for sure was an asteroid. The other, maybe some type of meteor? She wasn't sure. The two eventually hit on screen, and Pria sighed. Maybe it was worth checking out? At the very least, she might get a few more rocks for the collection. Maybe she could even dump out some of those stupid baskets and clear up some space in the cargo hold. Finishing the rest of the dried fish in one gulp, she turned off the hologram and leaned forward, pressing a couple of keys on the dashboard to set a course for the crash. It wasn't all that far away, and she was bored anyway, so why not?
➸ In the time it took to actually get to the crash, Pria had finished most of the fish off. There were only three strips left. She was still kind of hungry, but the sight that awaited her stifled her appetite just a bit. A ship was embedded into the Asteroid. She didn't recognize the technology- It looked very high tech, not like a gummi ship at all. With a quick press of a button, she disabled auto pilot and took over manually, bringing Verity in close. Landing on an asteroid was a dangerous venture, but she'd done it plenty of times before. She circled around, looking for the flattest bit of rock she could find before finally finding a spot worth landing on and bringing the ship down and parking it safely, anchoring it to the asteroid so that it didn't float off.
➸ With that done, she exited the ship and went onto the other one. The scent of smoke was in the air, although she wasn't quite sure where. There didn't seem to be all that much fire around. What there were of, however, were bodies. Lots of them. Men and women, all wearing some kind of uniform. She didn't recognize it at all, though. Deep down, Pria knew this was a sign that she should probably go back and just fly off of the asteroid before this ship exploded or something, but... Well, it just felt like she had to be here. Plus, there had to be something valuable on here, right? All these folks were loaded to the teeth with what looked like weapons. Hopefully none of them were alive, or she'd have some explaining to do. Stepping around a couple of puddles of blood, she continued exploring, eventually stumbling upon a pair of big doors that lead into a vast room with some... Weird box in the middle. It looked like a cage, honestly. Lots of stuff was all busted up, and all kinds of things were on fire. "What the hell...?" She muttered, walking closer and stopping about three feet away. Up close, she could see that this box had something deeper within. Carefully, she ducked under and got a full view of the inside of the box. Just... Another box. Glass, though, with a big padlock on it. Fancy, too. Whatever was concealed within looked a lot like ice, with something even deeper inside, although it was obscured too much for her to really know. Something valuable, maybe?
➸ Without a second thought, she took her pickaxe from her belt and raised it high. "Better be jewels!" The thought strengthened her as she brought the pick down, slamming the sharp mining tool into the lock so hard that it shattered to pieces and crumbled to the floor. Fancy as it was, it didn't stand a chance against good old fashioned brute strength. Whoever paid for that lock had seriously gotten ghipped. What a waste of munny. Sliding her pickaxe back into her belt loop, she didn't waste any time pulling the door of the cage open. It was... Ice. Just like she'd thought. Raising a hand, she placed it against the cold surface and closed her eyes, relishing the smooth feel. It made her think of snow. She hadn't seen it in a while... Maybe, after she hauled whatever this was back to the ship, she'd go somewhere cold or something. When she opened her eyes again, she wished she hadn't. Her hand was glowing. Glowing! Pria wanted to pull away, and yet... She couldn't. She kept her hand there until a heartbeat echoed from deep within the ice. She could feel the beat hum through it, and then through her. What had she found?
"My name is Pria Faunel. You can go ahead and forget it, now."
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2017 6:18 am
"The extent of truth shall never change."
Mᴏᴏᴅ: Calm, sorta. Dᴏɪɴɢ: Honestly she's just kind of zoning out. Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Halloween Town, Graveyard Nᴇᴀʀ: Nobody worthy
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Dangling her feet off of the roof of the mausoleum, Karcora's head hung down and her wings were wrapped around her. Wreathed in shadow, she had the appearance of a gargoyle, and would probably give a heart attack to anyone who happened to pass by and look up. She, herself, was currently lost in a daydream, or a normal dream, considering the dark sky above. Then again, you had to be asleep for one of those, and she was very much awake, for all it was worth. The Valkyrie did not come to this world often. She did not like the inhabitants, not even the ones who seemed almost worthy. They just seemed kind of off, in her opinion. But the graveyard held within had a special kind of peace to it. The silence was deafening, and pure. Lost in her own little world, she drifted in and out of her imagination, planning and plotting for the future she hoped for. One where glory could be found by everyone, perhaps even the unworthy... As lesser and undeserving as they were. Maybe they could serve mead, or something.
No, no, that wouldn't be right. Knowing people and their strange, strange hearts, they would probably fall in love with one of the worthy or something. Ugh. The thought sickened her. Every day, noble warriors were brought down by the weak people they had attached to them- The unworthy were parasites. Weak friends, constantly schmoozing of their well-to-do hard working comrades. Wives who did nothing but simper and cry when their husbands went off to war. Husbands who did nothing but leach off of the success of their wives. If the unworthy were ever to enter Valgarde, they could never be allowed anywhere near the worthy. It would just be chaos. Everything would go to brittle and bone within a week if such a thing were to happen, Karcora was sure of it. She'd heard the stories far too many times to think otherwise. All the people who met their end, just because they couldn't keep it in their pants. With a shudder, she pushed these god-awful thoughts away, sending them to the back of their mind where hopefully they would be erased in due time and forgotten forever.
Instead, she focused on her home. Those pure and wild halls, crowned with the glory of battle. The song of war was as sweet as any sparrows, and it called her home. Gods above, she just wanted a fight. A real fight. Not these worthless scrimmages with the heartless. A battle, a sparring session even. Most duels she had partaken in had gone to the death, but for obvious reasons, she would settle for simply going to first blood. Just something to remind her that above all, she was still a warrior of the highest caliber, trained in the halls of the mighty. But here, so far away, the pickings were slim. It bothered her, how weak and unprotected the other worlds felt compared to hers. But it felt like they had never seen war, either... And how could they, when they were so small? All the threats came from beyond, and judging by the nature of the Heartless, once they showed up, it seemed to be too late to fight back. Bits and pieces of her wondered whether or not this would be the case if these people were better prepared, but considering how many of her fellow Valkyrie had fallen against them, she doubted it.
She'd been sitting here for too long, stuck in her own thoughts. Now she was all stiff. Still, it was easily remedied. With a yawn, Karcora looked up to the sky and stretched out her legs and her wings at the same time, enjoying the feeling of her joints cracking and moving. Letting her legs go back to dangling, she kept her wings flared out, savoring the gusty fall winds. The valkyrie stayed like that for about thirty seconds before she scooted back and climbed to her feet, standing atop the roof without a care in the world. It was time to go- She'd had plenty of time to think. Now, she had to resume the hunt and keep searching for hearts to send back to the eternal battles of Valgarde.
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OoC: internal dialogue is overpowered
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2017 6:19 am
 𝔞𝔟𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰 ❃ 𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔢𝔯Where: Deep in the darkest woods, preparing for sundown With: Nobody. Who's foolhardy enough to walk around in this spooky forest alone? Mood: ... Maybe a little sad. OOC: --- tab tab Leaning against the mossy tree stump, Abaress pored over the thick red book in her hands. She'd picked it up in the last town. It was a diary taken from the house of a family that had recently disappeared- She felt bad for owning a dead girl's things, but she needed a book for her spells. Reading through each page, she was... Almost impressed. The writing was better than her own, even though it was written by a ten year old kid who talked about things like tag and getting away with eating a bunch of berries before dinner. Someone with penmanship like this could've definitely made it into the academy, even if they didn't have any magical talent. The page she was on was pretty recent, almost halfway through. A chill went down her spine as she looked at the date. "She never got a chance to write much further than this." The entry detailed things like weird sounds and the animals freaking out at night. Things tapping on the second floor windows, and knocking on the walls. "Definitely eerie." Something like this felt more like it was evidence of something awful than anything else. This was the type of thing someone would usually send a priest for, or even ask her academy for assistance with. But when she'd talked to the man selling the diary and other things from the house, it had seemed like he didn't know much of anything. Had anyone even bothered reading the diary?
tab tab Abaress turned the page and read the next entry, dated a day later. Apparently one of the dogs had turned up dead at the foot of her brother's bed that morning. That sounded awful. Dogs were important to their families, especially the children. "Perhaps this is just... Some extra clever fiction." She thought, knowing full well that that just wasn't the case. It would do no one any good to be in denial like that. In addition to the dog's death, every single one of their cows had severe infections in their udders. Raising a hand to adjust her glasses, the silver haired mage frowned. If that wasn't fishy, then she didn't know what was. It wasn't like she could do anything about it though... That town was already three days worth of travel away. If she could, she'd be more than happy to look into it and take care of whatever was clearly plaguing that farm. But she was too far away now. Besides, she didn't plan on leaving these woods any time soon. From what she'd heard, people didn't approach it because it was rumored to be both haunted and cursed. It was perfect for her... Nightly issues. Until she figured out exactly what to do and where to go, she would just stay here. That way, nobody would get hurt.
tab tab Flipping to the next page, she found it blank. So the last entry was the final one... She snapped the book shut and set it in her lap, folding her hands over the bound red leather. What could've happened? Nothing good, judging by the evidence. "What if they're still...?" Alive. Kicking. She couldn't finish thinking that stuff. It made her want to go back too badly. Even if she did, the chances were just too low. With a sigh, she lifted her hands and ran her index finger over the cover, tracing the name. Mable Lanther. It was a cute name. Maybe she should go back, just to... Figure out what was going on, maybe... But it would have to be tomorrow. By now, it was only about four hours until dusk fell, and there was no way she was going to travel with her transformation happening that soon. "I have to go. Even if they're not alive, I can at least bring their spirits some closer." Besides, if whatever god awful had done it had killed them, there was no way it would stop there. It was far too late to n** it in the bud, but that didn't mean she couldn't go back and prune it... Or... "I could write a letter, send it to the academy. Let them know what's going on..." They would surely help out. But it would also give away her location. There were too many options to think about. She tucked the book into her bag and laid her head down on a patch of moss. It was soft, if a little wet. She... Wasn't necessarily tired, but she closed her eyes either way. A nap definitely beat sitting there and counting down 'til the sunset.
𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔞𝔦𝔪 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢
𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔩-𝔣𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯'𝔰 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2017 6:22 am
  ❥→Where: The World That Never Was, narrowly avoiding a hit and run
❥→With: One of the dead nobodies and his buddy?
❥→O.F.: On Point, as usual, even if it's just the normal stuff.
❥→Mood: Curious, friendly •·.·´¯`·.·• •·.·´¯`·.·•♡•·.·´¯`·.·• •·.·´¯`·.·•
"This place needs a paint job." Like, for real. Sure, nobodies didn't have hearts. But man, all this white was just ugly. Aneoth wandered the stark white halls alone, having sent her dogs to go off and do whatever it was that heartless dogs did. Which was stealing hearts, probably. As long as they didn't get hurt, it'd be fine. For now, she was just kind of exploring. So far, she'd stayed away from the rooms of the old nobodies, but boredom combined with curiosity just sort of busted down the last of her inhibition. It wasn't like she wasn't allowed to, right? Nensho was off eating some kid or something, so it wasn't like there was anyone else to tell Aneoth no. Maybe the blue haired guy that Nensho had told her about, but they hadn't even met yet. She didn't know much about him, other than the fact that he thought the rank system was still a thing. Hopefully the rest didn't think that way, or else it would be super awkward to explain the fact that even if the rank system was in place, they would simply be above it. Lots of folks didn't really take kindly to learning that they were just a tiny piece in a big puzzle, and Aneoth understood that. It was kind of ironic though, considering the fact that all these dead people had basically played themselves trying to act they were pieces on a board.
As she walked, she stopped by an especially boring looking stretch of wall. "Maybe we could put a poster here. Just one big giant poster." Maybe a poster of a really hot guy? That would be kinda cool, right? It seemed like something that would be, if you were a grown up. But, alas, she wasn't a grown up and her attempt to think like one failed. "Snails. We'll just put some snail posters here." She didn't even like snails, but it was better than nothing. But, what color snails? As she mused over the aesthetic, she heard the sound of someone running. But she was too busy trying to decide between green and pink to bother connecting the dots. A couple of seconds later, her eyes lit up as a lightbulb went on in her head. If the only people here were her, Nensho, that weird guy with the tv face, and the blue haired guy, then who the heck was running up a storm in this area? Those guys were probably all off talking to that kid or something. She turned and looked, and saw some tall blonde guy that she didn't recognize running down the hall with some other guy that she also didn't recognize. "What the hell?" It also occurred to her that the guy showed no signs of slowing down, and Aneoth quickly jumped out of the way as he went running by. Maybe she was too short for someone that tall to notice? That didn't bother her at all, honestly. It didn't seem like he'd even seen her at all. The way he was running made her feel like he was excited to be home or something. Instantly, she perked up. "Hey, wait! Come back! It's illegal to run in the hallway, so I have to give you a ticket!" She called out, making up the rule, as children often did. Were these guys some of the dead nobodies? Zombie nobodies? Aneoth wasn't sure what the term would be, but if she could feel, she was sure she'd be excited.
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2017 6:24 am
 𝕙 𝕒 𝕝 𝕖 ❖ 𝕙 𝕒 𝕝 𝕝 𝕚Mᴏᴏᴅ- ...? Dᴏɪɴɢ- Her best Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ- Inside the tavern Nᴇᴀʀ- Way too many people Cʀᴇᴇᴘʏ Sʜᴇᴇᴘ- Mysteriously missing.
OOC: ׺°”˜`”°º×
Hale listened to the dwarf speak his piece, and let out a breath of relief. It was nice to know that other people felt the same way she did, even if she still didn't know what exactly was going on. Queens and demons, all of this was such a mess. Plenty of people promised such things, but they were empty without any proof to back said promises up. Her gaze was curious as the elf delved into her magic- Being a mage, it was almost second nature by now to know when someone was tapping into their spells. Moments later, the shepherd watched placidly as the other girl fell to the floor, released from whatever magic had been holding her prison. Was it possible that the elf wasn't well versed in her own magic? It was unlikely, in Hale's opinion, but not impossible. At least the elf apologized. But the excuses she gave didn't really put the shepherd's mind at ease. It just felt too vague. To top it all off, she referred to her queen as "the most powerful being in all the dimensions." Now that bothered her. If she was so powerful, then why did she need their help? Or anyone's, for that matter? It was entirely possible that the elf just viewed her leader with rose tinted glasses, though.
She walked around the bar and scanned the floor, listening intently to the conversation all the while. Since she was here and nobody really seemed to care about the fiasco that happened before all this, she figured she'd take advantage of it and retrieve her map. She rifled around, looking beneath broken tables and bodies until she found the high quality leather pinned beneath the body of one of the slain demons. Wrinkling her nose, Hale pulled it out from beneath him and furrowed her brow at the map's state. It was soaked to the core with demon blood and alcohol. A bunch had probably been spilled all over the place during the fight. Twisting and bundling it up, she wrung it out with all her might. Excess blood dripped from her hands to the floor, making even more of a mess. Her attempt didn't really do much for the map, though- It was less soggy, but still stained with a reddish brown color. And now her hands smelled god awful. "Ew." She wanted to complain more, but found herself paying close attention to Kilo's words. Wanting to bang the elf queen aside, he validated her worries- What kind of thing could capture someone that strong? Assuming that this whole thing was true and that it wasn't just some weird, overly complicated set up, then whatever they were up against was probably way out of their league at the moment.
Hale tossed the map onto the bar and wiped her hands on her cloak before taking a seat on top of the counter next to her map and surveying the room. All these people, brought here for one reason? It was a diverse group, for sure. If they were chosen, why? Did they all have something in common that made them better than other options? There were plenty of knights and grand mages out there who were just ripe and ready for adventure, and probably much better geared for it too. If she could speak, she would say as much. Instead, the best she could do was sit there, frown, and shake her head in response to the elven messenger. She couldn't even introduce herself, unless she showed someone the name that was embroidered in her cloak and they read it out loud for her. At the very least, she hoped that her answer was clear. For now, it was a no from her.
°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º° 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕕 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕖❖𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕨𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕝𝕖
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2020 1:13 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2020 3:05 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2020 6:02 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2020 11:03 pm
Caroline, oh Caroline
I'll be home just at any old time
The grave and the garden won't be satisfied
Until your name's next to mine
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2020 1:02 am
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2020 3:45 pm
the grave isn't sated yet
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