I'm just going to assume everyone is allowed into this party if they just rock up with a mask right
Rekaigan
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I don't trust stairs. They're always up to something.
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William Shakespeare in past tense would be "Wouldiwas Shookspeared"
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Have you heard about the Italian cook with an incurable disease? He pastaway.
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A smile better suits a hero.
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What's happening. I'm not ready for a ball @.@ I DON'T EVEN PLAY SPORT HELP
Sorry. I feel like this is my fault. I've just been drawing blanks whilst trying to write for this rp.
Anyway, it's been fun.
Anyway, it's been fun.
Alya felt a wave of relief as the giant door swung open. The songs had mostly stopped, leaving the singular one from before. The mute slowly walked through the door, hoping to find the source of the magic. She noticed a lot of bookshelves around, filled with texts. However she didn't have much time between entering and being transported somewhere to observe anything else. She looked at her hand as she noticed that she had begun to glow briefly, but when she looked back up, she was in a totally different room from the one that she had entered.
Sudden feelings of fatigue washed over her as she felt her energy.. Her magic being taken away. Her gaze fell upon a woman. Another Moon Fey? However, this wasn't Rilana and the atmosphere that she felt from this woman was cold and dark. Much like the song that emanated from her. This time the song was clearer and stronger. She went to move toward the woman, but she noticed that she was trapped inside of a small shield.. Much like Trix's. Alya focused her mind on the woman, whom she knew was magical, especially after all of this. 'What are you doing? Why are you doing this?' She questioned. Her telepathic voice was soft and melodic, but a tone of pain could be heard within it. The half-elf could feel her strength being drained little by little as time went on.
Meanwhile back at the library, Echo had followed his mother through the door, only to see her disappear in an instant. He panicked. He felt lost without his mother. He sniffed the air hastily to try find her scent. He started growling at everyone in the library as if he was accusing them of his mother's disappearance. He noticed the two-headed beast's movements. He followed it up the stairs, but there was nothing beyond the flight. He growled in irritation, trotting up and down the stairs, hoping something would change.
Sudden feelings of fatigue washed over her as she felt her energy.. Her magic being taken away. Her gaze fell upon a woman. Another Moon Fey? However, this wasn't Rilana and the atmosphere that she felt from this woman was cold and dark. Much like the song that emanated from her. This time the song was clearer and stronger. She went to move toward the woman, but she noticed that she was trapped inside of a small shield.. Much like Trix's. Alya focused her mind on the woman, whom she knew was magical, especially after all of this. 'What are you doing? Why are you doing this?' She questioned. Her telepathic voice was soft and melodic, but a tone of pain could be heard within it. The half-elf could feel her strength being drained little by little as time went on.
Meanwhile back at the library, Echo had followed his mother through the door, only to see her disappear in an instant. He panicked. He felt lost without his mother. He sniffed the air hastily to try find her scent. He started growling at everyone in the library as if he was accusing them of his mother's disappearance. He noticed the two-headed beast's movements. He followed it up the stairs, but there was nothing beyond the flight. He growled in irritation, trotting up and down the stairs, hoping something would change.
@Daxam@Haeo@Verdaux@lovely complex
Kazu's face went a sight shade of pink as the girl, he now knew as 'Amie', started to repeat his short form name over and over. Saying it was cute. He wasn't sure what to make of it, since this had never happened before. But as with most things, it was best to take it into stride.
Kazu watched silently (As if he could do anything else) as the pink haired girl got up and started to interrogate the new arrival. He wondered what spurred such a flurry of paranoia. Perhaps she was a criminal? Only people that are weary of cops are criminals after all. However, criminal or not, Amie seemed pretty.. harmless. Probably a runaway?
Something unexpected and slight expected at the same time, not that he minded too much. Kazu slowly got up from the damp grass, his t-shirt and jeans were slightly wet on the back. He brushed his clothes with his hands, even though there probably wasn't much dirt of them to begin with. Instinctual, habitual. His grey shirt was pretty loose fit, not showing off much of his physique, it was more comfortable that way. A chilling breeze passed over him, it felt quite nice. He didn't mind the cold that much, in fact he quite liked it that way. He looked in the direction of the sirens that passed the park, it didn't pique much of an interest as he felt that it was a common thing to hear anywhere. He then noticed two more people within vision.
There's.. more people than I thought there would be.. He felt a little uncomfortable about this situation. First he laid down on the grass by himself. A pink haired hurricane tripped onto him. Some dude is asking for directions. That dude knows this woman who was now approaching them. And then there was another guy standing a little further away. Sure they could all be very friendly, but he didn't like crowds.
Not to say that this was much of a crowd, it was more like he just didn't know any of them, he's never met so many people in such a small time frame, neither did he have that many friends outside of the dojo. He scratched his head in thought, thinking of something to break off.
He quickly tapped on his phone before approaching Amie, showing her the text "Perhaps we should go somewhere else? They seem to know each other, I wouldn't want to interrupt them."..With my strange presence. He felt like adding. Maybe she'd catch on that he was feeling uncomfortable. Maybe not. In hindsight, Amie will probably think that he's anti-social. However, that's not the case at all. He just didn't know how to talk to multiple people with a phone.
Kazu's face went a sight shade of pink as the girl, he now knew as 'Amie', started to repeat his short form name over and over. Saying it was cute. He wasn't sure what to make of it, since this had never happened before. But as with most things, it was best to take it into stride.
Kazu watched silently (As if he could do anything else) as the pink haired girl got up and started to interrogate the new arrival. He wondered what spurred such a flurry of paranoia. Perhaps she was a criminal? Only people that are weary of cops are criminals after all. However, criminal or not, Amie seemed pretty.. harmless. Probably a runaway?
"We should all walk together! I wouldn't mind learning this area myself."
Something unexpected and slight expected at the same time, not that he minded too much. Kazu slowly got up from the damp grass, his t-shirt and jeans were slightly wet on the back. He brushed his clothes with his hands, even though there probably wasn't much dirt of them to begin with. Instinctual, habitual. His grey shirt was pretty loose fit, not showing off much of his physique, it was more comfortable that way. A chilling breeze passed over him, it felt quite nice. He didn't mind the cold that much, in fact he quite liked it that way. He looked in the direction of the sirens that passed the park, it didn't pique much of an interest as he felt that it was a common thing to hear anywhere. He then noticed two more people within vision.
There's.. more people than I thought there would be.. He felt a little uncomfortable about this situation. First he laid down on the grass by himself. A pink haired hurricane tripped onto him. Some dude is asking for directions. That dude knows this woman who was now approaching them. And then there was another guy standing a little further away. Sure they could all be very friendly, but he didn't like crowds.
Not to say that this was much of a crowd, it was more like he just didn't know any of them, he's never met so many people in such a small time frame, neither did he have that many friends outside of the dojo. He scratched his head in thought, thinking of something to break off.
He quickly tapped on his phone before approaching Amie, showing her the text "Perhaps we should go somewhere else? They seem to know each other, I wouldn't want to interrupt them."..With my strange presence. He felt like adding. Maybe she'd catch on that he was feeling uncomfortable. Maybe not. In hindsight, Amie will probably think that he's anti-social. However, that's not the case at all. He just didn't know how to talk to multiple people with a phone.
Would've been nice to know beforehand..@Viciousmarrow
I'm confused. Don't we already have 6 people?
Reno's mind felt as though he'd been in a daze for the past few hours. His execution was nearing, and his bindings and chains as tight as ever, cutting into the flesh of his arms more than it had been for the past few weeks. Someone had helped him, among others, escape from the hell hole. Who it was, wasn't really on his mind, as he operated on instinct rather than cognitive thought. He hadn't spoken at all since they had escaped, he didn't know anyone here. He expected all of them to be killed by now.
Soon his mind started to clear, shaking off the extreme negativity that held it. Those thoughts lingered, but he felt more alive as they walked through the grasses. He didn't know where they were going, neither did he care. As long as he was out of there and free, he thought he'd be okay.
He observed the man that had saved them. His hair was white, much like Reno's. Probably because he's old. he chuckled inwardly.
When the man mentioned a smell, he sniffed the air. Although he didn't know what it was, it was an odd smell that lingered among the smell of flowers and grass. A familiar smell. But he didn't know where he knew it was from. The man beckoned them to start jogging, but Reno opted to take longer strides. No need to tire yourself before anything happens.
It wasn't long before they were ambushed by a giant knight. Reno had noticed that the smell was stronger than before, but he didn't think that such a huge man would escape his vision. The metal man shouted at them to drop their weapons, but Reno merely shrugged, his gesture hindered by his tight shackles. "No weapons here." He replied simply. The first thing he said since they had left was an 'astute' observation of his own equipment. Nice one.
A woman spoke from the right, his head instinctively turned to look at her. More people with white hair! He smirked, but this time she was young. Beautiful. He could appreciate the aesthetic of the blades, but he wasn't sure about the practicality. But this wasn't time for an analysis. Beautiful woman with sharp things. Big metal man with giant hammer. Bad situation? Yeah, maybe.
When the man told them to flee, Reno hesitated. He could feel a thrill course through him. He wanted to join in. He shook his head to regain some cognitive function, nodding slightly. "Alright. See ya later." And with that he sprinted off toward the crags, passing by everyone in a tunnel vision. He didn't bother looking back, for if he did, he might not be able to stop himself from trying to join. He didn't know why he felt this way, it wasn't like he had any combat capability. None that he knew of. Even if he did want to join, he couldn't.
Soon his mind started to clear, shaking off the extreme negativity that held it. Those thoughts lingered, but he felt more alive as they walked through the grasses. He didn't know where they were going, neither did he care. As long as he was out of there and free, he thought he'd be okay.
He observed the man that had saved them. His hair was white, much like Reno's. Probably because he's old. he chuckled inwardly.
When the man mentioned a smell, he sniffed the air. Although he didn't know what it was, it was an odd smell that lingered among the smell of flowers and grass. A familiar smell. But he didn't know where he knew it was from. The man beckoned them to start jogging, but Reno opted to take longer strides. No need to tire yourself before anything happens.
It wasn't long before they were ambushed by a giant knight. Reno had noticed that the smell was stronger than before, but he didn't think that such a huge man would escape his vision. The metal man shouted at them to drop their weapons, but Reno merely shrugged, his gesture hindered by his tight shackles. "No weapons here." He replied simply. The first thing he said since they had left was an 'astute' observation of his own equipment. Nice one.
A woman spoke from the right, his head instinctively turned to look at her. More people with white hair! He smirked, but this time she was young. Beautiful. He could appreciate the aesthetic of the blades, but he wasn't sure about the practicality. But this wasn't time for an analysis. Beautiful woman with sharp things. Big metal man with giant hammer. Bad situation? Yeah, maybe.
When the man told them to flee, Reno hesitated. He could feel a thrill course through him. He wanted to join in. He shook his head to regain some cognitive function, nodding slightly. "Alright. See ya later." And with that he sprinted off toward the crags, passing by everyone in a tunnel vision. He didn't bother looking back, for if he did, he might not be able to stop himself from trying to join. He didn't know why he felt this way, it wasn't like he had any combat capability. None that he knew of. Even if he did want to join, he couldn't.
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