Entries tagged with dark link

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I can't go back to yesterday because I was a different person then

Who: Sola and Vatheon
When: The wee hours of the morning
Where: Plaza
Style: Brackets
Status: Open to all CR great and small!

[At first the Hylian doesn't recognize where he is.

There's a heavy and wild intake of breath as if he doesn't expect for his lungs to expand. He scrambles for the nearest cover, nearly bowling over a hapless towel vendor in the process. He merges into the shadow of a building, nothing visible aside from piercing red eyes as he finally pauses to take in his surroundings, tense and suspicious.

What had Link done? He'd thought he'd been done for, that Ganon's resurrection was a failure purely because again he hadn't been able to spill the hero's blood. And he'd had so much time to plan, to send minions and monsters after him all along, to observe and prepare. But maybe that had been the problem, he'd waited too long. He should have attacked at the beginning when he'd been- well, not weak, he'd still defeated the Demon King, but when Link had his guard down during the reconstruction...

Dark Link's train of thought grinds to a halt as he finally connects where he is, as the jumble of memories he'd ignored suddenly appearing in his mind in favor of adrenaline still surging from his life or death battle start to sort themselves out slowly. They're hardly finished, but he knows this place now. He recognizes it.

Still standing in the shadows but no longer a part of them, Dark Link just stares.

Vatheon.

Home.]

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Cuddlepile!!

Who: Sola, Sora, and EVERYONE EVER
Where: In the plaza
When: All curse week
Style: Affectionate
Status: Open to everyone!

[At first the curse was actually kind of nice considering Sola had his matesprit readily available for prolonged cuddle sessions. Honestly that much wasn't even out of the ordinary, but when the two started to get cold in spite of the contact, Sola came up with a plan. A very simple plan, at that.

Hugs are awesome, so he should just offer them to everyone and then everyone can keep warm!

Of course he's not the only one who had this idea. It's a natural thing to think for generally affectionate people, after all, and when Sola made his move on the plaza with a big fuzzy blanket and some pillows, he found Sora there already with a sign.

FREE HUGS!!

[Deciding that they're of one mind there, Sola and Sora will both be providing the much needed service of cuddling the cold out of anyone who needs it for the duration of the curse! Of course they can't both be there at all times, so if you'd like to catch one or the other of them alone, just put your preferred cuddler's name in the subject line. Otherwise, you'll probably get both boys copping a hug.]

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Live your life, do your work, then take your hat

Who: Sola and anyone!
What: Curse shenanigans
When: All week
Where: All over
Style: Whatever, I'll match

[It's not uncommon to see Sola wandering around with a hat on. In fact, he's rarely seen without it. He only really takes it off at night and immediately plops it back on his head when he gets up in the morning, only this week someone seems to be playing silly buggers and replacing his hat with others on different days.

On Monday Sola can be found standing quiet seriously and still in front of the coral, holding his sheathed sword like a rifle against his shoulder and sporting a bearskin. He seems dead set on keeping a straight face for whatever reason. It might just be way too tempting to see what one can do to break that stalwart vigil...

On Wednesday the Hylian is much more active, though not even remotely himself. He can be found clucking and bawking in a chicken hat, apparently believing he's a member of the poultry. Just don't attack him! He is a Hyrulean chicken, after all.

For all the shenanigans earlier in the week, Friday is by far the worst. Sola can be found walking ridiculously bow-legged around town, chewing on imaginary tobacco and sporting a very large cowboy hat. For all intents and purposes he seems thoroughly convinced that he's a genuine desperado. But his accent? It's utterly atrocious.]

((ooc: Feel free to run into Sola on any given day, just go ahead and put which day in the subject line if it's not clear in the tag! Any and all CR welcome~))

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Watch time, see how it flies

Who: Johnny Rayflo and Sola
When: May 13th
Where: All over, but mostly the park
Style: Action
Status: Closed
( The adventures of dating an overly-dramatic and romantic vampire )

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Monthly Mingle Log + Marks

Though things are certainly a bit busy, Station Master has decided to go ahead with the welcoming party for the new arrivals. Partially because he had decided to take this task upon himself and he certainly wasn't going to slack, and partially because making things appear as normal was as good a cover as they had right now.

However with how much has been going on, this party is not quite as extravagant as previous ones have been. The location is near to the elevator, on the beach. A large banner hung between two trees proclaims a cheerful 'Welcome to Vatheon'. The long food tables that normally take up most of the space are missing. There simply hadn't been the capability of whipping up the sort of food they normally served. What is there however is a lot of fruit. Fresh apples and pears. Bananas. A few bowls of strawberries and pièce de résistance several large and perfectly ripe water melons. One or two have already been split, the water melons pieces set out on small plates on one big table ready for any to take. Drinks are available too. Fresh water and fruit juices. The weather might not be entirely the best for this kinda thing (though occasionally the sun seems to peek out from between the clouds!) but at least it isn't raining.

But that is not all.

In the cover of the storage building turned bubble reparation headquarters sits C. She has been contacting the people who signed up for catching the fish, asking them to start bringing them to her today so she can start working on the marks. Similarly the people who have signed up for early mark change have been invited too to drop by today or in the next few days so the first step in making sure the coral is returned to proper working conditions can be taken.

[ooc: This month the monthly mingling log is combined with the log for the fish catching + early mark changing. Also, if your character is new but you want them to learn what is going on, please leave a small ooc note on your comment and we'll send a NPC your way. The mingling log part of this post is only on the first, in the afternoon. The fish catching and mark changing parts will serve as a collective point for threads of this nature for this whole week.]

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We ourselves feel that what we are doing is just a drop in the ocean.

Who: The Dolorosa and anyone who comes across her
When: April 21st
Where: The island, on the beach
Style: Starting prose but if you want to use brackets I'll follow that!
Status: Open

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( But the ocean would be less because of that missing drop. )

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[Closed] An Unconventional Date

Who: Barry

dontsaymyname and Sola

replicatedcourage accompanied by Nila his new fairy friend who got him into this mess.
When: Thursday evening.
Where: Barry's apartment. Pendilium complex, floor 6.
Style: I'll match~

( Those are the best kind. )

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Living in hope

Who: Sola and anyone
Where: Plaza, in front of the coral
When: After his network post
Status: Open to all

[Sola isn't stupid. He's naive and gullible, yes, but he isn't plain stupid. Somewhere, deep down, he knows that sitting here in front of the coral and wishing or hoping or even praying won't bring Link back. It hadn't brought Ion back, or any of his other friends who'd been tossed back to their own worlds.

But what if, this time...?

He'd sat with Darkleer for a time before, watching the coral, and not too long after Signless had returned. He'd sat in front of the coral for days after waking up and finding Johnny had died and his matesprit had come back to him. There's just as much of a chance that Link could return.

Right?

He has to hope. Because without hope, what else is there? Maybe he's stubborn, maybe he even knows it's futile, but he has to hope.

So here he is, sitting on the ground in front of the massive edifice of undersea polyps. Waiting. Watching.

Hoping.]

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29th Combo

Who: Lloyd Irving and anyone
Where: Starts off en route to the elevator, then continues up on the island
When: Morning, Noon, and Afternoon (please specify)
Style: I'll match!
Status: Open!

Warnings: Anyone who tags into the Afternoon runs the risk of being accidentally targeted by a powerful but miscast spell. If you want your character injured, go right ahead! o/ Just please, no character death.

( Morning. )

( Noon. )

( Afternoon. )

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Chocobo Races

[It's a lovely climate-controlled day in the bubble on Sunday, the perfect day for a chocobo race! Participants and spectators alike, it's time to gather in the stadium that's been set up in the amusement park quadrant!

Before the races the janitor is looking for help in setting things up properly and cleaning up any bird poo on the tracks so the area is nice and pretty once the event begins. Feel free to join in or just to laugh at questers scooping poop.

During the races, the stadium will be packed with the locals! Racers are encouraged to arrive early and calm their bird, the chocobos aren't used to quite so much noise. Spectators can just kick back and enjoy themselves. Poor unfortunate questers who have been wrangled into helping the janitor again will have to hand out food and clean up spills.

After the races, people looking to gather points are encouraged to help the poor janitor clean up the pigsty the locals have left behind. Hopefully everyone had enough fun to make it worth it!]

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Sola's Quest Log

Who: Sola and any other intrepid heroes
When: All this week and next
Where: Everywhere there's a quest and some places there aren't!
Status: Half open (Ajar?) Details below.

[The second Sola discovered the nature of the bubble's new game, he hit the ground running. Quests? Potions? The chance to help everyone and be a hero? This is definitely right up his alley!

This week and next Sola can be found running around more than usual. He's even taken up residence in the "Inn" for the duration, sleeping there every night instead of at his own house. The innkeeper will be happier that way, right?

Sola will take on any and every task and in order to find them all, he's going out of his way to talk to everyone, so he can be seen conversing with NPCs a lot. Y'know, when he's not out fighting wolves for their teeth and shanks, delivering a message for a lazy shopkeeper, or cleaning up in front of the bakery every damn day this week (rotten kids!). Of course, some of these quests he needs help with; what's a warrior on a group quest without some support, right?]

((ooc: Sola's all about the level grinding for this curse! If anyone would like to help out/ complete a quest with him, please just comment below with the quest title in the link. I'll set up a few that I've already worked out with people (as such, those are closed to just the people in question). The threads don't have to be the quests themselves, they can just be talking after, or setting up to go out! And don't be surprise if Sola mentions something about the coral to every single one of you.))

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(no subject)

Who: ~~Johnny Rayflo~~ Jean Rayfluer and whoever~
What: The 14th Century man explores
When: Monday (Mid morning, on)
Where: Starting in the plaza and working his way to the park (your choice)
Style: Action
Status: OPEN

[The first thing he was supposed to do when he was lost was gather information...but talking to the people he found gave him nothing but the name of this place, not how he'd arrived here. It was an impossible place, to say the least....and he had a feeling it had some form of witchcraft behind it.

How else did a city thrive underwater?

His second dilemma and, admittedly, a less pressing one, was his attire. He was...indecently dressed and the clothes he did have on seemed to hang off of him as though meant for a man with a larger build. Seeing as even suitably closing his undershirt (As that had to be what it was, it was far too thin) wasn't getting him anywhere close to decency, the man found a place that seemed to offer him an alternative. All of the clothing options were foreign, but he'd finally chosen a simple, blue, undershirt, and a white overcoat that the resident tailor had suggested.

The one thing he did keep that he'd found on his person was his sword which he tied to his hip, at least there would be one thing of familiarity. Now he needed to explore this strange place...perhaps there was a church here that could help him...or at least offer some form of comfort in a strange land.

When wandering had only led him to more confusion (and a rapidly growing conviction on his first assumption of devilry) he turned his attention to the one thing that seemed most normal: a bit of land full of trees and grass. At least nature never changed from place to place.

His mind racing with impossibilities, confusion, and prayers sent to the Lord for some sort of answer or sign, he went to do the one thing that calmed him every morning and night: his practice routines. Sword in hand, he poured his full concentration into the movements.]

((OOC: All tags will be answered by

not_yet_adam))

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Thanks for loving me 'cause you're doing it perfectly

Who: Sola and Johnny
When: After dark
Where: In the park, near the edge of the bubble
Style: Brackets
Status: Closed

[It's an evening like any other, only Sola doesn't seem to have come back from work in any kind of timely manner. Or in fact, at all. But don't panic Johnny, there's a note on your pillow.

Care to investigate?]

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Sola's Curse Catchall

Who: Sola and you!
When: All week starting backdated to Monday.
Where: All around Vatheon, depending on the day
Style: Brackets, but if you prefer something else I'll match
Status: Open (Sunday/Lust closed)

[The curses are generally kind to Sola, nothing more terrible than minor annoyances plaguing him each time. This week, however, is a bit different. It may not be particularly cruel, but on some days he finds himself acting a bit... peculiar. Yes, Sola has once again been afflicted by the sin/virtues curse but this time it's back... with a vengeance.

Monday finds the Hylian overcome with a ravenous appetite. He can be found in various cafes and restaurants throughout the day, eating to his heart's content and trying everything he can get his hands on. There's all these flavors! Just hope you don't find him at the very end of the day or he might ruin your shoes, so to speak...

Tuesday rolls around and Sola's all over town fixing things and running deliveries, all for free. Have a problem that needs solved? He's your guy! Leaky roof? He can fix it! Need a shoulder to cry on? He'll even bring extra tissues. Nothing's too big or small for him to help out with and he's ready to be an extra ear or hand.

Wednesday is just a normal day, but feel free to come talk to him anyway! He'll be out and about doing his usual thing.

Thursday has Sola still running yet more deliveries but this time he doesn't have time to talk. Gotta get this work done so he can move on to the next task! Looks like he's more than a little fixated on work today.

Friday you might want to watch what you say because Sola seems to be taking everything in the worst possible way. One wrong word and you might get a sharp-tongued reply, or even just a sound kick. He's not usually this touchy...

Saturday has Sola sending apologies to anyone he wronged on Friday.

Sunday Sola's not to be found around town. Hmm...]

ooc: There's a thread for each day of the week, so feel free to comment on whichever, except for Sunday. For Tuesday, Sola may have just invited himself to fix something he perceived as wrong, so feel free to run with that as you will.

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(no subject)

Who: Johnny and Serph, Ky, Rinoa, and Sola
Where: ...somewhere between the park and Phanga 13
When: Backdated to the 11th
Style: However you all want, I'll match <3
Status: Closed

[Well....it could have been worse? He had gotten what he'd wanted, Barry's promise that he wouldn't hurt Johnny's family and, as many faults as they had, demon's stuck to their word and that was what mattered.

And, really, he could be lying in the grass somewhere! Instead he was making his way home...slowly. He'd long since discarded the 'napkin' he'd made, the blood having already soaked it to uselessness. That was the worst thing: He'd felt worse the first time he'd done this back home, but the blood was still steadily trickling from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ear; he could taste it and, when it's your own, it loses its appeal.

After a few more staggering steps, he paused and leaned against a building. He'd just...wait a moment, then keep going. He should probably get some water...but how was he supposed to go in somewhere when he kind've looked like he'd just killed someone? That probably wouldn't go over well.

No, he'd just wait a little here and then make his way back to the house...at least he'd made it to the lower district, mostly there!]

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(no subject)

Who: Bitty!Fai and anyone
Where: On the way to and at the library
When: afternoon of December 9th
Style: Prose to start but will happily match.
Status: open~

( He probably shouldn't be out on his own right now. But he is. )

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Yes, it's me knocking at your door

Who: Rinoa, Johnny, and Sola in the beginning
What: Johnny's hermit mode has gone on long enough. And Rinoa wants A Talk
Where: Johnny and Sola's home
When: Tonightish
Style: Going with brackets but I'll match you guys
Status: Closed

[Patience wasn't something Rinoa was fond of. Yet patient she had been, at least for a few days. She'd been hoping Johnny would come around, with more than an anonymous text. So she waited for him, checking her SFC often, hoping to see something from him.

Nothing. Quite frankly, now she was just fed up.

Since contacting him probably wouldn't work, she decided to take matters into her own hands.

And that's how she wound up in front of his door, pounding on it with barely contained fury.]

Johnny! Johnny, open up! We need to talk! And don't think for a minute I'm going to go away if you ignore me!

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♑ > Gamzee and bear hugs.

Who: Gamzee Makara, Sola, whoever else wants to join in.
Where: Plaza.
When: Wednesday
Style: Whichever, starting out in action tags though.
Status: Open
Note: Everything is better with this song. Also, just mark in the header which one of them you want. Or both. Or we choose for you. Wanna join in? We can make it happen.

[Today, everything is normal at the Plaza. Everything? No. Wait. There is something standing there. Something...

Oh lord.

There is a clown. Just standing there. Smiling placidly. Holding a sign in his hand. It isn't even a very good sign. Just a piece of cardboard with purple letters painted onto it. The letters are uneven as well. Very sloppy handiwork. And is that glitter? Sign-making, yet another task we really shouldn't assign to a clown.

Oh right. The sign got something on it as well. A message of some sort.

> Look at the sign

FrEe hUgS :o)

Will you approach the friendly clown?

> ????]

[SOME TIME INTO THE FUTURE BUT WHO KNOWS HOW MANY.]

[The clown is still there. I guess you just can't get rid of a clown. But now he got some other dude standing next to him. Friendly looking kid. Shorter. Also not real good at sign making.

> Look at the sign

FREE HUGS

Will you approach the friendly looking kid?

> ??????]

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Once upon a time I didn't give a damn

Who: Johnny and Sola
When: Saturday
Where: In Johnny's apartment
Status: Closed

[Everything was irritating. Heartbeats were like drums and smells were stronger than usual and he knew what that meant but he wasn't admitting it. Instead, his annoyance just grew and grew to the point where every little thing was annoying him now.

The vampire was pacing and futzing with things in the apartment that didn't even needed to be futzed with; anything to keep from admitting he was hungry. Normally, it was annoying and disturbing at best, but with everything that had been going on, Johnny was even more against going to Otoha right now. It could wait. He'd gone longer...it wouldn't get dangerous for another week and a half, maybe two at worst.

The worst thing was that he knew he was being irritable, he'd even snapped at Minea which almost never happened, and had sent her and Sacra out for the day. He didn't want to do it again.

Maybe if he got a bloodpack....it could at least take the edge off.]

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(no subject)

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."