Calcedny and youWhere:
9th, early morningStyle:
[A boy clad in armor (sans the wings and sword) prowls the plaza. His hair is slightly damp, dried from his initial plunge, and he holds a towel in his left hand. He wanders aimlessly about the Lamufao, eyes searching with pursed lips. He checks every nook and cranny, eventually returning to visited spots for a second, third, fourth attempt, all of which clearly prove fruitless.
A native strides up and plants a calendar in Calcedny's hands. He studies the calendar, bemused.
Wait, this isn't—
[With a toothy grin and a boisterous "you're welcome," the native leaves.
Calcedny straightens, then exhales deeply through his nose. His shoulders are squared, tense. Though he takes cares not to disturb the passersby, his frustration is obvious, underlined by a scowl as he looks around for the umpteenth time.
Where is it?
Who: Serph and YOU
Where: The Park
When: November 14th, afternoon
Style: [brackets] preferred, but I can adjust
Status: WIDE OPEN
[It's been quite some time since Sera's departure, and since then, there have been others -- both Tribe and friends -- who have left Vatheon and not returned. Serph doesn't know if they'll return. Maybe they will. Maybe they won't. In the end, the decision isn't in his hands.
Before, there hadn't been time for these departures to affect him.
Which is why he's in the park, kicking a hacky sack. Signless had taught him the game when he'd noticed Serph watching him, so many months ago. In some ways, this is an imitation of that time; while Serph's content to play on his own, he's more than happy to play with people passing by.
Will you join in?]
Who: Gale and anyone
Style: The style of your choosing
Status: Open, incomplete
[It's been a few days since Gale disappeared from the bubble, when he finally reappears. It's not the time for newcomers, so it's obvious from the start that something strange is going on. Anyone passing through the Plaza right now is likely to see a person in gray and orange appearing and... landing in the fountain.
Not that they can control where they land, really. But that person isn't moving... and once again, the water is turning red.
Gale doesn't move at first. Not because he doesn't recognize that he's in a different place, or that he's no longer dying. Those things registered rather immediately, as soon as he fell into the fountain. The things he said to Jenna, however, those need a moment of consideration.
Still, it's not long before he pulls himself up out of the fountain. One of his hands is still transformed, and there's a gaping hole in his armor now, but other than that, he's fine. It probably helps that the fountain has washed most of the blood off.
For once, he doesn't set out immediately, or take out his SFC. He'll just be there for a while. Almost dying is tiring.]
Tiir and vatheonWhere:
Night of Oct. 29.Style: [please—]Status:
Open![... In the end, he couldn't get away even in this world, could he?
Even though Tiir knows none of this is real—that man isn't real—he doesn't feel safe staying at the base. Or rather, he doesn't feel that anyone there is safe—not when he remembers what happened before, and he remembers all too well. And so, as he has a tendency to do, he escapes into the forest, leaping across the tops of the trees in hopes that he can somehow outrun this. Of course, it ultimately proves futile once he lands on the ground, as the familiar taunting resumes.
He wants so badly to ignore it, but he can't. Still, he doesn't bother looking at his hallucination, and merely responds by muttering—]
I'll kill you, I'll kill you, I'll kill you
...![... Hence why anyone who has the misfortune of encountering him should be on guard, since he certainly is. Upon sensing the new presence, he assumes the worst and thus reacts according to instinct.
That is, with inhuman speed, he lunges in an attempt to grab their throat—]
The Golden Victory ClubWhen:
Night of Saturday the 8thStyle:
Whatever you wantStatus:
Open like the club's doors~( Masquerade!
Hide your face, so the world will never find you! )
- Tags:aizen sosuke, angelo, aoko nakamori, argilla, ashraf al-mansur, cheria barnes, cielo, dark link, dirk strider, dizzy, duke pantarei, estellise sidos heurassein, expatriate darkleer, fai (original), fai d. flourite, gale, ghirahim, grell sutcliff, guy cecil, jade curtiss, johnny rayflo, kanaya maryam, karkat vantas, kohaku hearts, ky kiske, labrys, libertà, link (ocarina of time), luke fon fabre, madame red (angelina durless), maka albarn, mephisto pheles, mitsuhide akechi, rinoa heartilly, ronald knox, roxas, roxy lalonde, ryoko asakura, selphie tilmitt, sera, squall leonhart, tatsumi seiichirou, tifa lockhart, tsuzuki asato, walter delques, william t. spears, xion, yukari takeba, yukiko kudo, yukio okumura, yuugi mutou, zelda (ocarina of time)
Who: Ryu and the Embryon
Where: Embryon base
When: Evening (of the 4th, so slightly forward-dated)
[Ryu had been at the Host Club long enough, so when he was told he could go home, he headed for his campsite, pulling at his clothes. He didn't really have to deal with people anymore today, so no one would freak out if he went around naked, right? Right. After stashing his clothes in his tent and eating some fish, Ryu decided to go wandering.]
[After a bit of wandering, he came across a large building. The flag and the garden looked interesting, but the place looked pretty abandoned. Maybe there was treasure inside! So Ryu headed towards the door, looking around to make sure no monsters were going to ambush him, and crept inside, looking around. Maybe he should have brought his sword… oh well. If he really had to he could transform, right? But there hadn't seemed to be the same kinds of monsters, so he should be okay.]
Yukari and you poor unfortunate soulsWhere:
Throughout Vatheon (you can pick!)When:
Towards the end of the first day (of Curse 30), I guessStyle: [prose disguised as action brackets works for me--]Status:
[By now, Yukari's seen the broadcasts from the network about this new Curse. She's lucked out before, with the Coral's effect passing over her, but...unfortunately, not this time. The tattoo on her right hand seems indicative enough of that, and she seems almost fascinated with it as she walks through Vatheon's streets.
The truth is, though, that she's worried.
...Worried about what it means, and worried about what she's heard.
A demon? Inside her? She's used to that-- or so she thought. But a Persona doesn't feel anything like this.
It gets harder to breathe and harder to focus on anything other than food. The unnatural hunger that's suddenly become the center of her attention, yet isn't satisfied when she eats...and her friends she lives with, about whom she's casually begun wondering, "...Well, what do they taste like?"
She doesn't want to know, though. She doesn't want to know, but the more she denies it, the worse the hunger stings and as she walks, she ends up dropping her (currently useless) Evoker that she had been carrying out of habit. It lands on the ground with a clang, but--
At the very least, it briefly snaps her out of her thoughts. She's bending down to pick it up, trying to focus on her breathing instead.
Her breathing--and only that...]
(( OOC: Have another DDS cannibal, Vatheon. Are you sick of them yet? |D She hasn't transformed yet, but her Atma avatar is Isis... feel free to contact me for plotting if you want. <33 ))
Who: Serph, Cielo, Gale, Zelda, Ky
When: May 22nd, early morning
Where: An empty part of the island, away from the abandoned village
Style: Brackets to contain the demons!!
[Finding a suitable containment vessel was up to Ky, but Zelda considered it her job to make sure that the demon did not escape during the exorcism process. As such, she's been up on the island since an ungodly hour, carefully digging containment runes into the ground. They glow softly when she's finished and she lets out a sigh of relief.
There. Now it's just time to wait for everyone else...]
Who: Sera and anyone!
Where: The Plaza
Style: Whatever you prefer!
[She held on as tight as she could, but some unknown force pulled harder, and she'd lost her grip on Serph's hand. After a dizzying storm through the bright light, she'd fallen unconscious.
History seems to repeat itself. At least it did here, wherever she was.
Lying on the ground naked in fetal position, a young lady sleeps, blissfully unaware of where she is or her situation. Or is it really blissful? Every so often, her face distorts into discomfort, frowning and at times looking panicked.
If only her comrades were here to help.]
- Tags:cielo, dizzy, gale, gamzee makara, minato arisato, rinoa heartilly, sera, serph, signless, tiir rumibul, yukari takeba