Who: Zelda and Duke
Where: Duke's hut
When: First morning of the curse
Style: BRACKETS
Status: Closed


[Zelda doesn't just walk to Duke's forest home, she flies there, descending through the trees with a giggle she can't entirely suppress. The bag on her back is massive, far larger than the princess should be able to carry.]

I brought some books! I forgot to tell you, we have increased strength as well.

[They're never going to leave.]

Who: Riku Replica and anyone
Where: Plaza
What: Returning from Death #3
When: Friday June 8th (9 days after his death)

( Like I'm racing not to run, give more when I have none )

Who: Gamzee, Karkat and Serph.
Where: Karkat's
When: Backdated to monday, after being told about the cannibalism.
Status: Closed
Style: [brackets forever]


[Normally meeting someone new didn't go like this. Gamzee had finally gotten to meet Cielo's bros, even while in his totally cool new human body, but what news they had given him had quickly taken the mirth out of the whole deal. Now he is walking back to Karkat's hive, his shoulders tense, his hands curling and uncurling at his sides and with Serph at his back like an extra silent shadow.

It's almost like some bad joke: this body what is at the whole motherfuckin' cause of it is also what is helping him in this situation; without the wild moodswings so typical for his blood, he's far more capable of dealing with the whole situation. Or at least long enough until they get to Karkat. Which is not nearly quick enough.

Still it was fuckin' shit-hive maggots the way these motherfuckers thought they could make him do that. He wouldn't. He had culled enough already. He wasn't going to add to it. Karkat would figure out a way to keep him cool. Karkat always did that. And to think they had thought they could just tell him not to tell Karkat. Keeping secrets only lost you moirails, he knew that, and while he usually was all to happy to go along with what other people wanted him to do, in this case he simply cared about Karkat far more than he cared about their predicament.

Finally they arrive at Karkat's place, and Gamzee quickly lifts a hand to ring the bell and then to knock on the door for good measure. He really hopes Karkat is here. He doesn't know what to do if he isn't.]

Who: Link and you
Where: Anywhere and everywhere in the city
When: Morning of the 7th
Status: Open
Style: Will match!

[What's that, up in the sky?]

[It's a bird!]

[It's a plane!]

[...No, it's Link, actually, in the form of an adorable Pokemon. Flying is awesome, and Link is most assuredly taking advantage of his newfound ability to do so, spending his seventeenth birthday flying and occasionally swooping low to peer curiously at what people are doing.]

[So. What are you doing, and why is there a little green thing watching you do it?]

Who: A very changed Anthony J. Crowley and YOU
Where: Everywhere and anywhere
When: Nighttime
Style: Fine with either one!
Status: Open like YOUR SKULL I mean.

You might be walking alone at night. The air is calm and honestly, it just seems like another normal night in Vatheon.

Except for the very large...well, thing standing not too far away from you. It's very tall, and that hammer in its hands is large, cold, and unyielding- it looks incredibly heavy, and the chains dangling from it do nothing to make the mental image of it boring down on you any better.

It stares at you, barely moving, the gas mask it wears betraying no emotion. What could it want? What secrets could be hidden under that gas mask? What indescribable horrors created this monstrous and brutal being, who could probably bash in your skull without even a thought and-

"Oh, sod off and stop staring at me like that. I'm not that scary."

Yes, you just heard that right. Coming right from the thing is the unmistakable voice of one Anthony J. Crowley.

And he sounds incredibly annoyed. Hey, you would too if you spent the entire week being a Bogeyman.

[ooc: Yes, Crowley has been turned into none other than the eponymous Bogeyman from Silent Hill: Downpour. Basically, for those who want to avoid Downpour spoilers, he's a Silent Hill monster who stands for all the evil that a person tries not to attribute to himself (like when you blame a rock for stubbing your toe- the Bogeyman is that rock, except at a way more extreme level) and the desire to judge others. If you remove his mask, one'll see the person (or people, in some cases) who one believes is a "true monster".]

Who: James Sunderland and Heather Mason
Where: Mason-Sunderland shared Yutopil Apartment
When: Backdated to monday
Status: Closed
( This is so unkawaii )

Who: Crocker and who happens to wander around
Where: Around the coral
When: During the curse
Status: Open and will match you
Style: Will match <:


Denzel was laughing maniacally in the late dusk, "EXCELLENT! I have magic again. I can feel it in my veins. And now to finally take over this magical place" Followed by more manical laughing, "Though I still don't get what's with the new tatoos... But can't argue with spiders."

Grabbing a near by broom tries to fly but falls, "OW! Mmmm... maybe this will be more limited then I expected..."