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Who: Yukari and you poor unfortunate souls Where: Throughout Vatheon (you can pick!) When: Towards the end of the first day (of Curse 30), I guess Style: [prose disguised as action brackets works for me--]Status: Open, whoops [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 )) |
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Who: Gamzee ( 420) & Karkat ( bethehugejerk) Where: In front of Karkat's house, then the beach. When: Backdated to some time before sunrise on Sunday the 3rd. Style: [bracket prose] Status: Closed [Anyone who tells you Gamzee can't plan a thing is wrong. Well... mostly wrong. Okay, so usually he kinda lives life by the seat of his baggy clown pants, and his short as fuck attention span sure doesn't help in the matter, but he can do it. You know, when the stars and planets and the entirety of space lines up just right, and also when it is his and Karkat's anniversary. That he remembered. And planned for.
Or at least took a random stab at planning for, but it is the thought that counts, right?
Even his most recent dose of slime can't really keep him completely chill, a wide grin on his face and a bounce to his step, as he walks the short distance between his and Karkat's house. Once there, he reaches out his hand to ring the doorbell and-- no! Can't ring the doorbell. He'll wake people up. People that have a normal, decent human-being sleeping schedules. AKA everybody not Karkat. Clearly another method should be used. One of great finesse and subtlety.
Cupping his hands around his mouth, he leans his head back, calling out in that weird half whisper, half shout that people who are really, really bad as being ninjas like to use.]Karkat. Hey Karkat. |
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Who: Walter (à la Moon Tribe of Ōkami) and you Where: Forest When: Morning Style: Either Status: Open [ It's one thing to wake up in different clothes with a slightly altered appearance; it's another to realize that something is different. Rather, that something is gone, and his awakening this morning is a harsh one as he dashes off.
Walter power walks the whole way with a collected frown despite the awkwardness of moving on such elevated sandals, being unable to summon his teriques to carry him toward the south-east quadrant. But that's the least of his problems this second. Right now, and he's loathe to consider the possibility, the problem is . . .
Deep in the forest, Walter sits on his knees on the surface of the lake at the center, his hair and face dripping wet from submerging himself just prior. His brows are creased and he draws in deep breaths, though he isn't nearly as outraged so much as he is perplexed. The seeming ability to remain afloat means nothing when a certain emptiness continues to greet him. His fists clenched, he exclaims lowly through grit teeth,] Why!? |
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Where: A cafe on the Plaza Who: Yuugi and whoever realizes he's all alone on his birthday. When: Evening. Style: I'll match Status: open ( Happy Birthday to me, I guess... ) |
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Who: Aoko and you! Where: The plaza. When: Backdated to midday on Sunday. Style: I prefer action-spam, but I can do prose if wanted. Status: Open~
[ If you happen to walk by the plaza on this fine day, you might happen to hear a...bit of a ruckus. Those who are brave enough to investigate will find one (1) soaked teenage girl standing in the middle of the plaza, and she is about as happy as you would expect by this sudden turn of events.
That is to say, not at all, if her yelling threats of pain to someone named "Kaito" if he doesn't put her back and dry her off this instant are anything to go by. Most of them seem to involve a mop, for some reason or another. She's also using some pretty inventive swears - looks like she picked up some of her father's habits after all. Does anyone dare to approach this little ball of anger? ] |
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Who: Shing and you! Where: The plaza When: Early morning of the second curse day. Style: ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING. COME AT ME BROS-- Status: Open, ohshit. [So much for luck this time... Shing had managed to avoid most, if not all, of the curses that came his way these last few weeks; however this time, he wasn't nearly so lucky.
He was supposed to be human, last he checked, not... having his body altered into something like this. In his shock he'd stumbled out of the apartment, gasping as he fled on foot to a small street nearby.] W-what...?! What... happened to me?! [Seriously, who wakes up to find himself as a half... lizard... thing? He placed a scaly hand on his forehead; Shing could also feel... horns? That was what they were called, right?
He threw a fist into a nearby tree in frustration; that was when he had another unwelcome shock. Not only did his fist tear right through it, but when he connected with the ground the earth shook underneath him; he had enough sense to pull back after, but by then there was a somewhat ominous crack in the ground where he'd accidentally punched it.
In any case, he couldn't exactly stay here lest he end up accidentally hurting his friends. Or worse.
Hence why you now have a half-demon Shing in the plaza trying not to call attention to himself. Which isn't exactly working considering that he's wrecked a couple buildings by accident...
Someone help him figure out what do before he hurts himself, please?]
( OOC: And thus for this event Shing ended up getting the powers of one Amaimon from Ao no Exorcist! It's just his powers, though, not his appearance; so yeah Shing still looks like himself, just to be clear here. For the most part. Do be careful, though; he's stuck in that half-demon transformation point where he's part lizard, apparently... either way have fun? ) |
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