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 Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2018 9:13 pm
𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄x⍆x𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐙𝐎𝐌𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓xxxxBlue Sea l Lost Island
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Coven Island is a remote island that is seemingly not on any maps, and practically doesn't exist outside of being told it exists. It is supposedly only able to be found by those of the witch tribe, and they use this island for their many rituals. ⟓
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2018 2:22 am
 Islia Carthurs Eiyrie[Prowess: 10][Defense: 10][Speed: 00][Stamina: 10][ICE][Human][Master: DF][Staff Use][Entertainer][Inventor][Devil Fruit][Pirate]
[Health: 150/150][Stamina: 110/110][Spirit: 000/000]
The blue haired woman standing in the middle of them all held a staff in her left hand. Taking a breath, then her voice would begin to echo through what seemed almost like the whole island. Wordlessly singing so it seemed, as her companions began to move, circling the girl as her song stretched beyond the island and out into the world. Drawing the necessary pieces towards the island. The first to arrive would be a pink haired male, tall, winged. Confused as he reached the island, but seemingly drawn directly towards the female who's voice continued to echo. There would be three more set to arrive, each around the same time, drawn to the island by the voice. When they arrived they would hear a sudden stop of the sound coming from the woman's mouth. The blue haired female and pink haired male both standing atop the skeletal seaking head. A pause almost as if all sound had completely disappeared from the world. Then a near deafening screech that would echo much like how the woman's song had done. Although it would be such a sound no one would like to hear it was merely an annoyance at best. However to the pink haired winged male it seemed like much more than that.
He would collapse to the floor, hands on his head as an unending pain coursed through his body. Clearly to the others it would seem exactly like that. Like the man was in extreme pain. His body shifting between being made of flesh and ice as he would hold back from crying out in pain. His body convulsing before he would finally release a scream of pain. His eyes shooting open showing a glowing blue color that almost seemed like a perfect contrast to the blue haired woman's dull blue eyes. The scream of pain would meld with the screech of girl, and slowly the body of the pink haired male woud begin to disappear, turning into a blue colored energy that seemed to be drawn towards the dull eyed woman. Her eyes closing, a deep breath being taken by her as the last of the energy disappeared into her. Then when she opened her eyes the dull blue was gone, replaced with the glowing blue eyes that had once been the now gone pink haired man's. Then the robed figured would all scatter. Leaving only the blue haired woman and the three others who had been drawn to the island to witness the scene.Witch Log
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2018 5:04 pm
 ▂ ▃ ▅ ▆ ▇ █ █ Silvia Almethea █ █ ▇ ▆ ▅ ▃ ▂ ☢Everyone Loves Some Good Smash And Bash ╔═════════════════════════════════════╗
Folks always did call her bonkers but not once had she heard voices in her head until now. A feminine voice would echo through her head, but no one around her seemed to notice it. At first she tried to ignored it but the constant yapping in her ear reminded her of the days that she was part of navy. Sergeant Morales sure didn't expect the ax to the throat, it shut him up for good.
The song did travel far;by the time she arrived to the island she was more impressed than annoyed. Swimming ashore of the island the heavy mist obscuring her vision yet still knowing the direction she had to head. Arriving to what appeared to be a satanic ritual of some sort, with hooded people surrounding a blue haired individual. She was the one singing the dreaded song. Before she could act another equally annoying sound would startle Silvia, jumping back a few feet. Seeing the man suddenly fade from existence and be absorbed by the woman being shocked was an understatement. Baffled by what had happened the moment that the robed figures disappeared Silvia would mutter to the other two that were with her, "What a cold reception." Snorting after her joke she walked up to the woman. "So...I don't appreciate hearing voices in my head. If you would be so gracious to shuddup it would be very much appreciated." Not wanting to be snapped out of existence Silvia did her best to be polite.
╚═════════════════════════════════════╝ ☢Motivational Quote About the Meaning of Life
♫Strength: [30]
♫Speed: [30]
♫Defense: [10]
♫Health: [220]
♫Stamina: [240]
♫Spirit: [20]
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