vatheon

It's the perfect denial so hide behind an empty face

2012-10-11T02:45:14Z

Posted by: brbstealingpknm

Who: Silver and Jacob
Where: Jacob's forest cabin.
When: Sometime after this.
Style: Action?
Status: Closed

( It's time to forget about the past and wash away what happened last - )

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vatheon @ 2012-09-24T21:32:00

2012-09-24T18:40:02Z

Posted by: onlyasign

Who: Sufferer and whoever wants to ~~mob~~ join him
When: September 24th, early afternoon
Where: in the Plaza to start
Style: whatever you like!
Status: totally open

In the beginning, there was pain.

( Talk of blood and torture under here )

His mind whirls, remembering Vatheon, images coming to him in fractured, fragmented half-memories--Karkat, growling crabbily after getting a hug... Dualscar's fins, moving under his fingertips... Sola, asking questions with that plaintive look on his face... Zelda... Johnny... Jacob... Dave... Disciple... Spider... Psii...

Psii.

He tries again to get to his feet, but his wounds and the chains on his wrists are too much, and he topples forward again, groaning as the arrow digs deeper into his side. He's worthless, useless, he led them all down the wrong path, everything he told them was wrong, he's a failure, he's failed them all...

Sufferer looks up at the bubble's dome, his eyes so bloodshot they're red almost all the way through, and his jaw works, his teeth grinding together and the tendons in his forearms standing out as he tries to clench his hands into fists. His voice is raspy, his throat raw and choked from the last time he spoke, centuries and seconds before.

He throws his head back and screams at the bubble's dome. "FUUUUUUUUCK!"

His voice ripples and echoes back to him, distorted, animalistic, the cry of a brute instead of a savior. Slowly, he bends back over his chained wrists, resting his forehead on the irons, and the red that stains the cold steel is not blood this time.

"...fuck."

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6: Because we focused on the snake, we missed the scorpion.

2012-09-17T03:15:50Z

Posted by: nos_servabit

Who: A newly-resurrected Jacob and all of you
Where: In the plaza
When: Noon on the 17th, first day of bodyswaps (Though if you want this to be before bodyswaps, just tell me!)
Style: Anything goes!
Status: Open to everyone ever! Please comfort your resident god figure, Vatheon.

( a story of a death )

[When he awakens in Vatheon, however, and the Source flares up in him as if it's never left, the first thing he doesn't feel is relief.]

[It's apprehension. Again, he's back the way he was, still connected to the thing that has never made him age and has put the histories of every single person around him into his mind without warning. The powers that were forced upon him without even him having a choice of whether he wanted them or not.]

[Without even looking around, Jacob just sinks to his knees, burying his face in his hands as he tries to grasp it all. He'll never truly be able to escape this- escape being him. He'll be eternal, and the world will pass him by, and he'll be tied forever to the island with an invisible rope he can't let go of. For a brief moment, all his incredibly human feelings flare up in him, and it takes all of his energy not to actually cry. Of course, sooner or later, those emotions will be gone, packed inside his soul where they belong, and he'll pick himself up and be the god figure he is as usual.]

[So, if you're passing on by, dealing with your body swaps and confused feelings on the matter, don't mind the man shuddering in the middle of the plaza, Vatheon.]

[After all, he just came back to life. Which is a miracle, truly, but its a miracle that Jacob is not sure he entirely wants.]

[ooc: Just a quick reminder that for people who have never interacted with this character before, this is Jacob from the TV show LOST and...he's a god figure in his canon who has powers of omniscience and such. Therefore, I have a handy-dandy permission post over here as to how much he can know about your character and such. Thank you!]

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5: What is coming is better than what is gone.

2012-08-09T15:16:52Z

Posted by: nos_servabit

Who: Jacob and YOUUUUU
When: Morning till late afternoon
Where: Near the plaza
Style: Whatever you want, I'll do.
Status: Open like your ears!

[There is a man sitting in the plaza.]

[He isn't at all out of the ordinary- no crazy hair colors or eye colors or anything amiss. Even his clothes are plain and simple, and honestly, he looks like the kind of man who you could spot in a crowd and just forget about instantaneously.]

[He's sitting on a bench while a large black chocobo with flowers tied around its neck rests near his feet. And in his hands is...what appears to be a lute. Huh.]

[There is a few seconds of silence, and then he starts playing, not even looking at his lute as he does so, as if he's gotten the whole piece memorized by heart.]

[And if you're passing by, he'll smile over at you, as if saying "You can come over and listen. I don't mind."]

[Say hi to your resident god figure, Vatheonites? He won't bite.]

[ooc: For all of you new players out there, this is Jacob from the TV show LOST and...he's a god figure in his canon who has powers of omniscience and such. Therefore, I have a handy-dandy permission post over here as to how much he can know about your character and such. Thank you!]

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vatheon @ 2012-04-07T17:17:00

2012-04-08T00:22:16Z

Posted by: devwocean

Who: Orphaner Dualscar and YOU!
Where: Wandering about the city. I haven't gotten old Douchefin out and about in a while.
When:Style: Starting with prose, but I'm fine with following your lead
Status: Open!

[It has been so many sweeps since he's simply been able to walk around without a care in the world.

Despite himself, he has to admit that he's becoming comfortable here. He hasn't seen the Grand Highblood in a little while, though he's well-aware of his proximity when he's at his hive at Ordo. He has a moirail who seems to be doing a good job of keeping him calm and stable, not to mention a kismesis to keep him entertained. The emotional hurts of various romantic failures have lost their sting.

He's turned to other pursuits now, and has picked up reading again, and watching television, and even swimming for the pure pleasure of it. It seems as though even the threat of sea monsters is not one that will arrive any time soon.

He picks up an ice cream at a vendor and wanders along, nibbling at it delicately with his sharp teeth. It's a vice that he's picked up here, and he loves the sweetness and the biting cold of it.

Feel free to bother him. He's in such a terribly good mood]

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Happy Birthday to Me

2012-03-29T00:43:04Z

Posted by: prominence_glow

Who: Lea and everyone in Vatheon
What: This is how you celebrate birthdays, right?
Where: All over Vatheon
When: Backdated before Happy McMurder Mysteryfest, on the 26th, all day
Status: Open

[Hello, resident Vatheonites! So you're just wandering through Vatheon, going about your business- maybe coming out of a store after shopping, or just taking a walk, or looking for something to do...]

[And suddenly a sleigh being pulled by a bunch of giant birds screeches to a stop in front of you.]

[(Those birds would be Chocobos, by the way, and they come in a bunch of different colors, from a very large and aggravated yellow leading, to an excited looking red, to a calm brown, a jittery blue and inquisitive green...)]

[A certain redheaded youth with facial tattoos grins like a loon and leans over the the edge of it. Apparently, he's the driver, and boy does he have a question for you!]

Do you like cake?

[Even if the sleigh doesn't stop for you in particular, Lea can be seen riding his sleigh all over Vatheon, looking ridiculously delighted.]

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Life's no fun without a good scare

2012-03-27T14:16:52Z

Posted by: thalassino

( ooc note: Warning for blood and gore. )

[ooc note: Consider this your mingle log. Have fun, go forth, threadjack.

And as a further note, the fog does not seem to be clearing up as the week goes on. ]

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vatheon @ 2012-03-16T23:40:00

2012-03-17T04:48:58Z

Posted by: a_violent_end

Who: Shizuo and YOU
Where: The island
When: Friday evening
Style: Whichever
Status: OPEN FOR ALL THE CR

[Shizuo isn't as bothered by this curse as some of the people he's come across thus far. He tends not to be a pretty deep-thinker, and since he's a pretty honest individual, there isn't much for him to hide - with a little exception, but Shizuo has enough of a command on himself to avoid thinking about certain things in public. When he decides to go to the island, it's not with the intent to avoid people - at least, not more than usual - but because spending time here a week prior had shown Shizuo that the beach is nice and calm at night. The stars are especially peaceful.

His thought bubble calmly cycles through words like Izaya, stargazing, telescope, calm as he finishes a cigarette, walking along the water. He pauses and looks up at the night sky, and his bubble seems to pause with him - clearing itself of all text for a brief moment.]

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Silver vrs thought bubbles, round one.

2012-03-12T07:42:59Z

Posted by: brbstealingpknm

Who: Silver and YOU
Where: All around the bubble.
What: Silver dislikes his hair, thinks about Amane and wants to ragequit the thought bubbles. Not in that order.
When: Today!

Thought bubbles where stupid if you asked Silver, his own currently flicking between several images as he walked the streets of Vatheon. Him punching Hilbert, his hair and one of his pokemon - his golbat, actually, and the idea of getting a sooth bell for it so that he could get a crobat.

Mostly though, it was settled on a nice, cartoony picture of him - looking like, yes, he was sulking.

It even had a raincloud over him.

Why? Well, to say that Silver was pleased with his haircut (even after a week) was an understatement. Oh, his hair had needed it, there was no denying it - but - not at the expense his hair acting like he was thirteen again. Which only made it worse as he was seventeen. It looked stupid - more stupider than ever if you asked him. Half the reason he'd let it grow while he'd been here was because the stupid, stupid 'antennae' of hair that stuck up like it was no one's business. The other half was that he'd been lazy but it was more about the stupid, stupid ahoge.

He hated it so much. For a moment, the thought bubble showed his father with one, and Silver snorted in amusement - if only it was true - before shaking his head to clear the thought bubble.

...for all of 5 seconds before a list of things he wanted to do in the day popped up. The largest being an image of Amane and spending time with her, followed by training his pokemon, then looking over the SFC. Along with other worries.

Mostly though, it was about the ahoge and spending time with Amane - even going so far as to wonder if he should buy her lunch or something.

Of course, the moment anyone approaches him will be the moment his bubble is filled with this image.

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vatheon @ 2012-03-09T21:08:00

2012-03-10T02:21:40Z

Posted by: kingwithnocrown

Who: Izaya and whoever wants to interact
Where: Plaza. Probably near the elevator.
When: Evening about.
Style: Action. Because.
Status: Open

[It's not that unusual to see Izaya looking happy. It's just unusual to see him lugging so much shit with him. Okay, it's not a lot, but by his standard- it's too much.

There's a telescope slung around his shoulder, a blanket under the other arm, and then a basket filled with who knows what, probably heads of dullahans or something, in his spare hand.

He's peering up at the bubble as he makes his way towards the elevator.

When. Oh no. A book that had been crammed into the top of the basket topples out. The tragedy.

But look.

Izaya keeps walking. Wow, his attention must be elsewhere pretty intense. And what is that book anyway? It looks weird. Are those instructions on human sacrifice------!!!

Actually it's just a fairy tale. But who can read kanji anyway? Aw look at the fairies-]

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this place is full of bugs

2012-02-23T04:35:36Z

Posted by: lyrewings

Who: Butterfly and everyone who wants to get trolled by a bug
When: Afternoon
Where: The Plaza, near the coral
Style: like a crazy Broadway nightmare
Status: Open

[In the middle of the Plaza, near the coral, there's a small, purple butterfly with sodden wings. He's crouched close to the stones, his wings laying flat and useless on either side of his body, but he's largely unconcerned with his plight. It's warm here, and bright, and his wings will dry out soon enough. He's far enough away from the center of things that no one has noticed him yet, and once his wings are a little drier and not so heavy, he'll crawl up the side of the coral and get out of the way of hurrying feet and the possible range of any roving cats. In the meantime, though, he'll stay where he is, feeling the sun warm his wings and lighten them, and if anyone passes close enough or bends down towards him, they'll hear him singing, softly and quietly, to himself.]

What's this? What's this?
There's color everywhere!
What's this? What's this?
There's white things in the air...

[His wings shiver, and he laughs, a light, tinkling sound, and starts climbing the coral.]

Who am I?
Two four six oh one!

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vatheon @ 2012-02-15T18:08:00

2012-02-16T00:38:27Z

Posted by: a_violent_end

Who: Shizuo and YOU
When: February 15, midday or so.
Where: Nostalgia Nook
Style: Either
Status: Open!

After his fight and subsequent meal with Vegeta, Shizuo wasn't ready to head home. Despite his somewhat tattered, dirty clothing and a few scrapes - clearly indicative of the fight - Shizuo was feeling better. Lighter. He had managed to get out some of his restless energy, and he had also shown himself that he could think during a fight. He could have some control, even if it wasn't as much as he wanted. If he could do that much, then maybe he could get even better.

Instead of heading back to his place, Shizuo decided to go to Nostalgia Nook. He had heard plenty about it and had paid a relatively short visit once before, but this time, he wanted to get a good look at everything. He knew Zelda bought her milk from there, and he had heard of other people finding things from their homes also. He had something in particular in mind, though he doubted he'd find it. Still, it couldn't hurt to look, which is exactly what he started to do, glancing through the windows of the small shops.

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vatheon @ 2012-02-13T17:07:00

2012-02-13T22:12:56Z

Posted by: kingwithnocrown

Characters: Orihara Izaya and the world of Vatheon
Location: Most likely in the Plaza, but anywhere really.
Time: Monday evening
Style: Action or prose.
Status: Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide open

[This might be considered a warning sign for mental instability but if anyone actually knew Izaya, it wouldn't be that shocking. It's still a pretty interesting sight regardless.

Izaya is pacing back and forth. Between one street lamp and to the next. He's walking in a quick, even line back and forth, back and forth. He stops at each street lamp and occasionally pulls out his starfish communicator but only to put it back away and continue pacing. If anyone had been watching for a while now, they might've known that he's been doing this for a good twenty or maybe even thirty minutes.

He's muttering to himself too. Even better. Oh but the slightly worse part is the flick blade he continuously snaps open and shut in his other hand- of which is clicking loudly over his ramblings. He doesn't look upset. Actually, he looks kinda of energetic and excited.

Go and interrupt his thinking time?]

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002 - he's just really good at hobos

2012-02-04T18:10:28Z

Posted by: perhapsyouveheardofme

who: Sherlock Holmes and YOU
when: round noonish!
location: the plaza
summary: Sherlock Holmes needs information! help a brother out?
style: I do action usually but I'll switch for you
status: open as hell come at me bros

_{[today, Mr. Holmes, bandaged and stitched as he is, has deigned it necessary to make his way out on the town - but in disguise. anyone currently tooling about the plaza might notice a scruffy looking man, bent over slightly, with a greasy coat that's been torn at the bottom, unlaced boots, unkempt pants and a greasy hat that's been jammed on his head. everything about him is soaking wet, because Holmes knows the basic fact that everyone shows up so, and he's hobbling around the plaza trying to figure out what else is up.

feel free to come pester him! :3]}

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Not all days are fun and games.

2012-01-29T00:31:11Z

Posted by: not_heavens_adam

Who: Johnny Rayflo and You
When: Evening
Where: The forest
Style: Whatever you want~
Status: OPEN /o/

[If one were to wander through the forest they might just find a man, shirt unbuttoned and shoeless, in a clearing with a thin saber in one hand. Artfully, almost like a dance, he twists and turns, swinging the blade about with the skill of a knight captain from days gone by.

To those who know the vampire, the serious expression may be one that seems unnatural considering his usual, smiling, face.

Johnny is lost in his own mind, thoughts spinning wildly and out of control as his body goes through familiar patterns.

Will you watch? Join? or interrupt? Whether he'd admit it or not...he could use the distraction.]

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Row 1 - New Arrival

2012-01-24T04:37:33Z

Posted by: kaonashi

Who: No-Face and anyone who happens to pass
Where: The Plaza
When: January 23rd, later in the evening
Style: Any
Status: Open

There appears to be a phantasmal black blob laying motionless, off near the center of this strange and foreign plaza. Next to this heap rests a basket that appears to contain a bundle of wool fiber, two knitting needles, and a small group of vegetables.

As quickly as it appears though, the dark mass solidifies and takes it's regular looming form; a white mask drifting up from the center and appearing where a face would normally be located. The quiet figure you're left with is just a bit unsettling. Those blank eyes seem to stare straight off into the distance for a moment, before the ghostly being extends an arm down to pick up the basket. Oddly enough, he seems to clutch his container against him with both arms rather protectively.

"...Ah...?"

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vatheon @ 2012-01-22T21:28:00

2012-01-23T02:37:28Z

Posted by: not_heavens_eve

Who: Rayfell and Vatheon
Where: Around the square and in her home.
When: 22nd around late afternoon
Style: Either or will match style~
Status: Open.

Anyone that ventured into the square would see someone that didn't look at all in a good mood. It was rare for Rayfell to not be friendly to everyone that passed by her, except maybe Rayflo, but today there was an aura of annoyance around her entire being. Sitting on the edge of the fountain she just stared blankly at the ground, twitching every so often when someone walked by her or got near. Even the sunlight entering though the surface above seemed to give her a degree of annoyance. She wasn't completely sure herself as to why she was so out of it, there was an idea though. She just needed to get out of her room and at least sit somewhere where she could be around people. Once outside though she didn't think was a good idea anymore.

Rayfell let out a long breath as she brought a hand to her forehead rubbing it and closing her eyes. "Idiot..."

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vatheon @ 2012-01-21T09:18:00

2012-01-21T14:29:16Z

Posted by: kingwithnocrown

Who: Orihara Izaya & All Of Vatheon
Where: The park
When: Sometime towards the evening but not at night
Style: Prose or action. I really don't care.
Status: Open

He looked like he hadn't slept in days. And really? He probably hadn't. He walked slowly, his shoulders drooped with a bit of a glazed expression on his face. He knew it wasn't safe to be out and about in a state like this but his day was coming to an end and he planned on sleeping tonight. Swinging from his hand was a small plastic bag and in his other hand was a bottle of what looked to be tea.

As he shuffled through the park along the path, he eventually stopped by a tree that was just a few feet away from the path. He walked on over and all but collapsed at the tree's base, leaning up against it and stretched his legs out in front of him. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a breath. A few minutes passed of him just sitting there before finally, he moved again and began to unpack his bag.

A box of ootoro. He began to eat his dinner with his fingers, the bottle of tea on his other side. Of which he occasionally took a sip from. The typically observant informant seemed to be...well. Not so observant tonight. He seemed to be, anyway.

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vatheon @ 2012-01-05T09:40:00

2012-01-05T15:42:12Z

Posted by: a_violent_end

Who: Shizuo and Jacob
Where: City outskirts
When: Late afternoon
Style: Action
Status: Closed

[Shizuo wasn't really one to mope. Rather than exerting a lot of his energy on regretting what had happened during his outing with Zelda, Shizuo was instead met with a growing irritation. It was easier, more familiar. And that was how he usually dealt with unfavorable situations - by being volatile and, for lack of a less demeaning word, grumpy. Yeah, he was grumpy, and he blamed Izaya for screwing everything up during the New Years party. If he hadn't done that, then maybe Shizuo would have had more working in favor of his self-control when he faced that not-Link guy.

It couldn't be helped, now. It was done and over. Shizuo focused instead on walking along the outskirts of the city, away from any potential groups of people that might irritate him further.]

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4: True sages are those who give what they have, without meanness and without secret.

2012-01-03T16:49:55Z

Posted by: nos_servabit

Who: Jacob and EVERYONE EVER.
Location: Anywhere and everywhere.
Time: Backdated to Christmas Day- all day, from morning to midnight
Style: I'll follow!
Status: OPEN LIKE YOUR PRESENTS ON CHRISTMAS

[The man going around the city isn't wearing a red suit or hat. He isn't fat, and there is no white beard on his face. His nose isn't as round as a cherry, and his cheeks aren't rosy. However, his blue eyes do twinkle as he goes around, carrying a large burlap sack...]

[And he seems to be giving everyone he meets a blue or white wooden amulet, carved in the shape of a scarab with holiday greetings etched on the bottom in Egyptian hieroglyphics. He doesn't seem to single out anyone for the gifts, either- the homeless man in the alley receives the same gift and warm words that is given to the rich woman dining outside a lavish restaurant.]

[Even though he may not look like it, Jacob seems to be taking on the job of being Santa Claus incredibly well.]

[And if you are one of the select few who Jacob knows very well, you're receiving a very unique scarab made especially for you.]

[Care to greet this man as he makes his rounds? Because you're getting a gift too, whether you like it or not.]

[ooc: Jacob is giving out scarabs to everyone! Check the list to see if your character is getting a unique one. Also, for all you new people who don't have CR with Jacob yet, please fill out Jacob's permission post before commenting. Thank you!]

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A Brand New Year

2011-12-30T20:48:12Z

Posted by: thalassino

The island was certainly all abuzz now. The natives mingle around, decorations abounding and food laid out on tables and still being made. They certainly went all out this time, but if asked they just respond “We’ve been granted another year by the great Lamufao.”

Don’t think about it too hard.

Either way, they’re showing all of their gratitude for the foreigners now. Food is being offered shamelessly, good cheer and compliments and thank you’s passing through each native’s lips.

Near the elevator, in an open field, the party is taking place. They nagged and nagged for the foreigners to dress up; if you didn’t, you might feel a little out of place here. But the food and the music are both excellent and dancing is optional, at least.

The beach is a bit more chill. Enjoy the warmth and the water, maybe kick back and have a drink. It’s night time, certainly, but the weather is still pleasant and the sand is warm.

More attracted by the food on those tables? That’s quite alright; there’s food of all sorts from all sorts of places, not just seafood (be grateful to the natives for trying). There are a few Vatheon only dishes, however, for the daring! (Is that more kraken on that plate…?)

And then, near midnight, comes the fireworks. How romantic would it be to exchange kisses at the stroke of midnight under the light of the fireworks? Or just enjoy them with a friend; they light up the sky, pretty and nothing too fancy…though the natives seem to think that they are incredible.

Most of all, have fun, mingle and enjoy the new year!

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