EchoWolff
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Keeper of Lost Memories
STATUS: "The echo of one's heart need not follow worldly principles. By the heat of passion, cold of apathy, light of cheer, and dark of grief. By Time and Space, be true." 4 days ago
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"The echo of one's heart need not follow worldly principles. By the heat of passion, cold of apathy, light of cheer, and dark of grief. By Time and Space, be true."
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15 days ago
For those waiting on me to respond, I will be writing things up over the weekend. Hang tight!
1 mo ago
Doing well, writing responses and such
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1 mo ago
Hello quite bored, I'm Echo!
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2 mos ago
Apologies for those waiting on replies from me, life has been hell this weekend. I will attempt to get things out by tomorrow night!
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Bio
Good morning/afternoon/evening!
If you are reading this, then for some reason you want to learn a little bit about the absolute anomaly that is me.
A few important things to note are:
- I am sometimes a bit slow for posting, though sometimes I will almost immediately respond.
- I have absolutely no interest in Romance. This has changed, but only for certain circumstances. It depends!
- I enjoy making very overcomplicated worlds to share with people, like you!
- I enjoy really heavy and psychological themes, but I will do lighter ones as well.
That's pretty much all I think you need to know, but if you want to you can send me a PM! I don't bite...
Mostly.
If you are reading this, then for some reason you want to learn a little bit about the absolute anomaly that is me.
A few important things to note are:
- I am sometimes a bit slow for posting, though sometimes I will almost immediately respond.
- I have absolutely no interest in Romance. This has changed, but only for certain circumstances. It depends!
- I enjoy making very overcomplicated worlds to share with people, like you!
- I enjoy really heavy and psychological themes, but I will do lighter ones as well.
That's pretty much all I think you need to know, but if you want to you can send me a PM! I don't bite...
Mostly.
Most Recent Posts
Before the front desk stood two people, a tall and well-dressed male elf of a more contemporary vanity, and a younger tigerkin woman of a more rustic style of dress. The elf appeared to have more eyes for getting on with his day, the tiger woman's eyes were light ablaze at the sight of the hotel, the light streaming in from the windows like thread through a needle as it shined down onto the vinyl wood flooring and various sitting areas near the hotel bar.
Colors shined through bottles as they blended in a spectrum of light, the vessels of firewater creating a kaleidoscope of refractions on the floor below. The tigerkin's gaze was transfixed upon the sighs, her tail flicking gently from side to side as she started drifting off before the elf looked over and saw his companion being led astray...
"Selphie, let's not go wandering off now." He stated in a stern voice, turning back to the ghostly apparition. "Yes, I do have a reservation, now where did I put that damn paper..." The elf dug into the pockets of his coat and pants, before producing a small card with a seven-digit number and a symbol. The number glowed with soft light, the ledger book's pages shifting a little as if in a breeze as the inked writing of a reservation started to change, the color going from black to green, and a small bit of writing appeared next to the indicated reservation.
Assigned Room 394, Cleaning Required.
@Wayward
Another shrill ringing sound of a bell echoed through the staff room, this time closer. On a plain wall, a sticky note appeared in a burst of ethereal lavender flame, as if someone, or something, had stuck it there. On the sticky note, in neat handwriting, read "Cleaning: Room 394 requires freshening up, the customer is on hold until action is taken." Beneath the writing was a small line of icons, a chibi art style depicting the faces of Hua Li, Sora, and Miss DeeDee, a representation of those fit to take the job.
The lavender slime got up from the floor as the second bell rang, fixing his bandanna as he walked closer to the wall with the newly placed sticky note, tilting his head slightly with curiosity. He noticed the small version of his face on the piece of paper stuck to the wall, and turned with a puzzled look to Cythena...
"Uhm... Miss Cythena? What's this?"
The dragon directed her gaze to the slime, giving a small smile. "That's the job board, it's the hotel's way of letting it's workers know about things that need to be done within its grounds, as well as making sure it's outward needs are known as well, like supply runs and the like. Requests from customers might appear on there as well. Any other questions?"
@Girlie Go Boom@Sunny Suzuki@Zer0Solution@cyberhead@shagranoz
I have no idea...
He was late. He seemed to be doing a lot of that lately.
The Phantom Theif had spent days proceeding the forest excursion helping the townsfolk wherever he could rebuild the village. Although he couldn't do much in terms of physical labor, he had Arsene help with that, but he did know how to make rope. He also experimented with various hinges with his tinkering, using his spare time to make new contraptions with the new materials he had access to, most of which were utterly useless. Without Mona's instructions, he had to start from square one... which didn't bother him much.
Come the time the merchant's convoy arrived, he was finishing up another one of his contraptions, a smoke bomb that he remembered making before in preparation for delving into Mementos, but substituting some things for the materials on hand. It was kind of hard to find things one would find at the store near Leblanc in a different world while in a town surrounded by forest. Drawn by a slight air of conflict, he drifted out from behind the hunter's lodge, walking toward the group of people, stretching out his back as he did so, just in time to hear Remilia offering up her hemomancy as a form of healing.
His tailcoat gently flowed in a light breeze that whistled past, his eyes giving a calculated glance toward the caravan members behind the mask. He didn't quite know what the slight tension in the air was, but he could tell that at least Mokou wanted to fight... It was like she was looking for things to give away her life to...
"So, whats going on here?"
His gloved hand drifted to his hip, where his knife was tucked away within his coat, shifting his weight to one side as the boy, not particularly trusting of the newcomers...
I believe we are waiting on Zer0 and cyberhead. (If either of you want to skip this round, please let me know)
Ah, okay
Transformation
The world that lay deep within slowly began to stir... vague images becoming twisted and distorted yet so much more clear. Reflections of the realm of perception twisted by thought and emotion. Repression, masking, adaptation, this trinity holding dominion...
The mirror's children. Shattered to splinters and spread far into the recesses of the darkened collective heart of humanity. Split and subdivided.
Tainted. A hall of warping and shifting mirrors. A new awakening has caught the attention of something far bigger... The world itself awoke from its long slumber, the blackness rippling with apathy and empathy, distorting the raw concepts of time and space, of infinity and void.
One of herhistheir children had been more active than the rest... They would soon follow suit, but was most interesting were these... contracted souls, more intertwined than most... Best to see how it plays out.
The heat has risen.
The waves of heat around the puppet cut loose bent and flowed in accordance with their will. As the words came forth, they exploded out of the marionette, a shockwave of power that emanated from them.
Commanding the very construction of the walls surrounding.
The walls were pushed back, bending and warping at odd angles, yet held together by the absence of natural law.
Empathy and Apathy. Life and Death. Repression and Expression. Thus were the only rules by which this place abided. A spectrum of absolutes and polarities, fraught with twisted truths and balancing contrasts.
The spike of heat from within the dealbreaker's chest reached out, strands of ethereal thread, the strings of control that lay severed… Once used against them, now laid before him as a weapon primed for use.
@Baphomini
Warped became rigid.
The pure sound of howling stopped the shifting walls in its tracks, a chilling brine radiating across the twisted walls, as the absence and presence of energy clashed within the room, the two third parties trapped in the center of both crowd control Artes.
Fear. A feeling not unfamiliar, but introspective. The innards of the soul were torn outward, fighting for one's life with the demons that lived in the mind, a parasite transformed into a weapon.
The frozen coating of the walls formed patterns, initially esoteric, before shifting and formulating one solid. Snowflakes, crystals. Fractals of the frozen substance hung in the air, the heat bending and flowing through the cracks.
Two absolutes held within perpetual balance through contradiction.
@Kronshi
Echoes of sound and power rang hard.
She felt it in her bones, a wave of heated words pushing her back as another sound sent an icy chill down her spine… She fell over by the combination, still unsteady in her footing with her new ‘hybrid’ body.
Their body moved on its own, moving away to a now farther wall, before she halted, muscles tense as her heart hammered in her chest.
Other than the blatant situation of danger at hand, she felt something even more unsettling. She felt unbalanced, a twist in her stomach, the dreaded sensation of tilting too far on a tightrope…
She tried to steady her body, a tremble that shook them to the core… Standing again, she placed a hand/paw/thing on the wall to stabilize her footing…
Fear is a weapon. Something she could disarm.
Her eyes drifted closed, a steady breath in, then out. Spectrums of color shined from behind her eyelids, darkening down to the peaceful blackness that she found calming. A spike of sudden energy, uncomfortable at first, but soon subsiding…
Like a shard of glass embedded in her chest.
The creature, manifestation of thought, fragment of masking, freezes at the sounds, glass cracking with the contrast.
The fractured mirror that made up its ‘face’ rippled and shifted as it slowly turned to the marionette, the howl forcing it to look away from the frozen pelted predator as it fixed its gaze upon the white-clad wooden man. The glass that embedded itself into its body, prismatic in coloration as it cut through visage and the floor beneath it.
The slightest glimpse of a face glinted in the reflective material, a shadow of whatever person created this beast. A creature that reflected a person's social mask. An aspect of repression and fake expression.
Customers flowed through like water in a stream.
The festival still went on, people enjoying their orders in whatever dining space was allowed, as sunlight brightened and dimmed with clouds outside.
It was like clouds blended and merged with the sky, light dancing through the cracks and tears of the blanket of vapor. The light seemed to last forever.
Yet something felt hidden in the radiant streams, like something one couldn't begin to see by shining a light on it…
Something that didn't quite belong in this world.
@CorviDoggo
Human perception has always been a piece of work.
The masked man sat atop one of the many bright billboards that overlooked the district square, looking down at all the people scurrying about like ants. Within his gloved left hand he held a flower with six petals, of six colors. Red, Blue, Purple, Yellow, Black, and White. He looked at the flower in his hand, a representation of the balance and chaos of the mirror, bound by the principles of this world…
To think he was a representation of this filth.
He lifted the mask with his right hand, revealing the smooth and featureless surface beneath, shadowy short hair that seemed to ebb and flow. The eyes were the only thing that defined his face. A bright prismatic hue that changed its coloration constantly… As the shining oculi were covered by flesh and blood, and placing the mask back onto his face, the outward picture shifted from one of theatrics, to one that struck fear.
An oni mask.
Black brambles sprouted from the man's fingers, a bud of a flower growing in his palm. A sweet seed to be planted…
He let it fall. Fall far down to the flow of humans below.
For even the most beautiful of roses has its thorns. One would be a fool to think that such a beautiful mask had not consequences behind it's face…
A new headline graces the opulent signs that hung above the district.
“Strange vanishings shock Shibuya…”
Cracks are beginning to form in the Veil of Ignorance. The creature's that reside there beginning to reach past their dominion…
The lines are beginning to blur.
Prologue: New Beginnings
Job Board: Cleaning: Room 394 requires freshening up, the customer is on hold until action is taken.
Don't worry, it's all good!
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