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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." 2 mos 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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For those waiting on me to respond, I will be writing things up over the weekend. Hang tight!
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Doing well, writing responses and such
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Hello quite bored, I'm Echo!
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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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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.
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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!
As the others introduced themselves, the lavender-colored slime's gaze shifted to his soon-to-be coworkers as they introduced themselves, his form dripping a little bit from his nervousness, the small drops of goo scattered on the floor beneath him. Once the cat lady stepped back into place, whom he thought would be a good idea to stay a bit away from despite the fact they have a common area of work, he stepped up to introduce himself.
"Hello... My name's Sora! Uhm... I'm also in cleaning, but mainly the rooms and laundry..." He nervously glances at Miss DeeDee as he says/gurgles this, his voice still clear through the fluid filter, if not soft and quiet, dripping a little as time flows on. "I-I know I'm really goopy, but I'm really good at hugs! " He decided to leave it at that, stepping back before falling backward with the sudden appearance of the disembodied voice.
Cythena chuckles lightly at the appearance of the ghost, turning to the insubstantial form of the woman. "Come on, you don't have to scare the hatchlings, Anna... But yes, this lot will be helping us from now on. I feel they'll do wonderfully in getting this place back on its feet." She then turned to her new employees, eyes sparking as if she were looking deep into a hoard of brilliant gems and piles of gold.
Her new hoard, even if it wasn't by material wealth or knowledge, she looked forward to the path that lay unwritten before them...
The shrill ringing sound of a bell came from the lobby beyond the door of the staff room, the first customer in a while."Well then, looks like we get to see you in action sooner than I thought! We have your first customer, Anna could you do me a favor and play receptionist for this one?"
@Wayward@Girlie Go Boom@cyberhead@Zer0Solution@Sunny Suzuki@shagranoz
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@Wayward Anna looks good! Would be good to have a 'resident' as it were.
It goes without saying that she would not be a new hire, so if you have any questions about what your character would know, don't hesitate to PM me.
It goes without saying that she would not be a new hire, so if you have any questions about what your character would know, don't hesitate to PM me.
Cracks spread, lines, barriers, limits, all fraying at the edges. Unwoven yet still withheld shape. The world lay shifted, broken, as three converge. Unbalanced, thus will prove destructive... yet is but one path that lay before them.
Structure calling to be broken, severed ties screaming to be woven back to completion.
Perception is a lie. Opinion a construct that lies subjective.
All that exists is instinct, feeling.
Formative only of the primal.
But here therein...
All that exists is instinct, feeling.
Formative only of the primal.
But here therein...
As Kousuke screamed out to the splintering version of the world around them, the cracks spread larger and larger, the pattern completing itself, shifting into a variety of symbols.
A spiderweb.
A helm's wheel.
A Celtic knot.
All extend their ethereal strings of control, tying themselves to the marionette's fingers and wrists...
However, not to bind... none would pull their strings ever again.
As he flew forward, the ephemeral creature disappeared as heat spread from their fingers and hands, flowing through as the world broke. The window separating perception and the real world was broken in an instant, blinded by a white void, all forms of light and color blending together before darkening back to the shifting shadowy world that pulsed with the otherworldly heartbeat…
Their location seemed to have changed…
Along with their appearance.
@Baphomini
Aspects of thought, elements of worldly vision contradicted constantly in the air around Fubuki. The space between the cracks thrumming with apathy… yet one could feel emotion and ideas dancing through the area, flying like stray bullet fire.
It was almost like looking through a cracked mirror.
Shards of reality fractured and splintered, confidence in spite of the biting cold, a step toward what could be the chosen path.
A step in the right direction in a way.
As the cracks spread, patterns formed along the edges of his vision.
Snowflakes.
Blades.
Gilded leaves.
With each step, the world broke further, caught between dualities of infinity… The world seemed so bright all of a sudden, yet also pitch black.
Conflict becomes peace, and Contradiction becomes balance…
As one's true form is revealed when the eyes are shown the other side of the coin.
The move was now his to make, to be a pawn marching on, or to be the quewwn on high, to make all crumble within his dominion...
@Kronshi
The sounds around Chihiro were drowned out as she gripped the sides of their head, the whispers still gnawing at her... Eyes wide as cracks webbed into her vision, creeping closer to the forefront.
Patterns crept out from the shadows, both gloomy and sanguine, bright and shadowy...
An olive branch.
A Spiral of Life.
A pentacle.
The inky creature had disappeared, she didn't notice it had left... did it leave?
Why would she ever trust a creature like that so blindly? Was she stupid?
The world around her shattered into a million pieces, a host of colors that hid within the light and the dark presented themselves, along with the form of their heart...
A mirror had been shattered, broken. Now showing what humans truly were...
They were nothing but beasts, her included. But that didnt always have to be such a bad thing...
She found themselves reeling on the ground, as the afterglow of the bright/dark flash faded from her vision... She felt different now...
Better.
But there was something still here, and it was on it's feet again, screeching that terrible sound.
There's more than one way to enact peace. She was ready to raise hell or bring down heaven from on high.
"Bring it!" She yelled, bringing her hands up to her face, ready to fight... only... her hands werent hands anymore.
"Wh- The FUCK?!"
The man of the mask looked down at the contract, picking up the page and staring intently at the signature now written on it.
"Ah, but of course. Wouldn't want to keep your precious 'real world' waiting now would you?" he chided, and with a flick of the wrist the page is licked away in dark flame. Leaning over the table, one could see the shining, no- glowing eyes of the man, glinting with otherworldly glamour.
Before the venue changed again, the echoing sound of snapping fingers ringing within the ear, back behind the cafe's counter as a customer walked up...
"Hi, there. So, I would like an order of dumplings please?"
@CorviDoggo
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