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sticks and bones. ([personal profile] sticksandbonesmods) wrote in [community profile] sticksandbones2023-10-04 03:16 pm

Event & TDM 005

SPOOKY SCARY SKELETONS
WAKE UP
cw: immolation, sinkholes

When your eyes open, you’re lying in crisp, blackened grass. The sky is dreary, the world around you is still and silent. Were it not for the ash raining from the sky or the acrid tang of burnt flesh, it might almost feel peaceful. Familiar-feeling memories wash over you — a town burning, the cackling of an unknown beast, the shrill screams of friends and loved ones dying a slow, painful death—

Where did that memory even come from? You’d better shake it off and rise to your feet before the ash buries you, too. It isn’t real… right?

The town you’re in is dilapidated and charred. Something snaps under your feet, and when you look down, a bone lies pressed into the earth, perfectly broken into two neat pieces. You press on, toward the destroyed remains of houses — some missing roofs, some collapsed in on themselves, others still weathering the test of time — to where the trees are vibrant and orange, to where the grass has regrown and the buildings stand tall. You press on… and your foot catches in the mud, a hole opening up beneath your feet and dragging you in. If you’re quick enough, you might be able to escape the collapsing earth before it buries you alive in years of muck and decay. If not… perhaps you’ll be lucky, and someone from the nearby settlement will bail you out.

Hopefully you won’t have to wait long.
KEEP MY HEAD TOGETHER
Somewhere on your body is an intricate, black mark that doesn’t come off no matter how hard you scrub. Perhaps there are two, or even three, or more. You don’t exactly remember getting these small, medallion-sized tattoos — it’s almost as though you woke up with them. Better make sure no one’s drawing on you in your sleep.

As the day progresses, the effects of these marks become apparent. Suddenly, everything hurts — a dull, throbbing pain as if you’ve been stabbed. Perhaps the pain is quick and sharp, like you stubbed your toe on the inn’s coffee table. Perhaps it slowly burns, like hot coffee accidentally splashed on your lap. No matter what the pain is, you feel it at less of an intensity than you would if you’d actually done these things. Later, you might meet with the person who shares a mark with you, and maybe they’ll tell you — they stubbed their toe, they spilled their coffee, someone randomly stabbed them, how weird is that?

These marks link you and your partner(s) — any pain they feel, you’ll feel, too, albeit at half the intensity they do. If you’re sharing that pain between three people, it’ll be at one third the intensity.

Negative emotions, though? Those, you get at full throttle. If those you share a mark with cry, you’ll cry, too; you feel their rage at being stuck here as though it were your own; you long for home, and you miss a mother that isn’t yours. Fight through your blurring sense of self, friend. Surely you’ll get used to it soon. After all, these will stay on your body for the rest of the month.
THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE
A week into October, a skeletal visitor comes rattling into the Grove, wearing a top hat on its bare cranium and a name tag on its ribcage: “Mr. Bone-Jangles”. Mr. Bone-Jangles cannot speak, but he’s very excited to take willing people into the burned town and lead them toward the far north of it, where a small army of fellow skeletons have put up a circus tent. Pumpkin-shaped flags decorate the scorched remnants of a street, and mysterious skull-shaped lights float in the air. Mr. Bone-Jangles joyfully motions to the tent, where a banner placed over the tent-flaps reads “MASKERADE”... you assume this is meant to be “masquerade”, but it would be rude to point out the spelling error. Skeletons don’t have brains.

Before you can even enter the tent, Mr. Bone-Jangles’ employees direct you to a smaller tent set up to the side, demanding with clacks of their jaws in morse code that you put on your costume and mask. Costumes are optional; masks are not. Luckily, all of these are free. The costume tent itself is entirely empty save for one giant mirror which, when gazed into, shows you standing in your outfit of choice. Once you exit the tent, you’ll be wearing that outfit, and the skeletons will hand you a wooden mask in any design you feel suits you, matching or not. Where did your old clothing wind up? Great question! They’ll be teleported back to your bed in a wrinkled heap, but you don’t have to worry about that until the party stops. And speaking of that mask… when you put it on between the party start at 10pm and end at 6am, it won’t come off no matter how hard you pull until 6:01am approximately.

The skeletons insist you don’t try to tug your skin off, though, and instead direct you inside the masquerade tent itself. It’s almost akin to being teleported to another dimension — a grand ballroom is decorated with classic Halloween decorations, a buffet of spooky-themed snacks is laid out on the tables, the music is almost too loud, and a lounge is set up off to the side for those who’d like to rest between dances. If you lack a dance partner, worry not — the skeletons are more than happy to waltz with you. And, if you’re of age, they’ll serve you any liquor you’d like.

Stay too late, though, and the skeletons will kick you out. They’re stronger than they look and aren’t afraid to toss you like a wet rag onto the burnt streets. Once the party ends for the night, you won’t be able to get back into the tent no matter how hard you try, so don’t leave anything behind!
DON’T CHASE THE DEAD
Turns out, the masquerade isn’t just for one night, but for every night for the rest of the month. On the second night of the masquerade and on from there, ghosts appear in droves, gathering at the party and in the burned town for a night out. No matter how hard you try, you can’t get their attention; they’ll merely pass right through you as if you aren’t there.

Some of the ghosts look eerily familiar to you, like people you knew in the past who aren’t here now. It could be your mother, your brother, a close friend, or maybe your old neighbour or coworker. Each is dressed in masquerade attire, each intends only to party until the sun comes up, and at that point, each ghost fades from the world as if dissolving away into nothingness.

They’ll be back the next night, of course. And the next. And the one after that. Until finally, the last day of the month rolls around, and the ghosts aren’t there. If you come to the burned town at 6am, you’ll be greeted by the sight of the skeletons packing up their tents and decorations. And if you stick around until 7…

Mr. Bone-Jangles takes off his top hat and takes a bow, waves one last goodbye, and then him and his skeleton crew take a dive into the sinkhole that was, somehow, underneath the masquerade tent the whole time.
SPARK NOTES
CLICK TO EXPAND!
You find yourself in a burned-down town. As you try to leave, a sinkhole opens beneath your feet and sucks you in. Screaming for help is a viable option.

Everyone is now sharing pain and negative emotions. Please try not to get stabbed so that your partner(s) don't have to also feel stabbed. You can pair up with as few or as many people as you want, as long as you're paired up with minimum one other person.

Welcome to the masquerade! Mr. Bone-Jangles hopes you have a good time. Masks and Halloween costumes are provided free of charge, but be careful, because donning the masks between 10pm and 6am makes them unable to be removed until the party stops at 6. There's tons of food and drink, and liquor for those who are old enough to have it. Just don't stay past the party's end or the skeletons will yeet you out onto the street.

The masquerade goes for the rest of the month, and after day 1, it'll be frequented by ghosts who look like people from your past. They don't seem to notice you and will float through you if you stand in their way. At the end of the month, the skeletons pack up the party, the ghosts disappear, and the skeletons jump into a sinkhole underneath the masquerade tent. Goodbye! Happy Halloween! Mr. Bone-Jangles sends his regards.

Welcome to the fifth TDM & Event Log of Sticks and Bones! This log is game canon. The prompts are meant for all players, current and future, so have fun! Our applications operate on a rolling basis, so applications are open with no end date unless we suddenly cap players. If there are any questions, please direct them to the "questions" header below.

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TDM TOPLEVELS!
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[personal profile] alligatus 2023-10-04 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
for all us magic bitches out there....

is the liquor magical or just normal liquor....
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GHOSTS

[personal profile] alligatus 2023-10-04 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
WRONG UCKING PLACE

DO THEY TALK??> DO THEY SAY THINGS?? CAN WE HEAR THEM?? I NEED TO KNOW?!?!?!?
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[personal profile] neckromancy 2023-10-04 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Hypothetically speaking, re: the mirror in the costume shop, and specifically for those of us who are potentially lacking in the... ah... Reflection department...

Is this particular affliction changed with the big magic mirror?
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[personal profile] neckromancy 2023-10-04 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
he's gonna want to spend at least an hour every night lurking in front of that mirror, sorry.
Edited 2023-10-04 21:49 (UTC)
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[personal profile] neckromancy 2023-10-04 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Mr. Bone-Jangles is his new best friend. This is absolutely acceptable.
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Vash | Trigun Stampede | OTA

[personal profile] thestampede 2023-10-04 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
A) Wake Up | OTA

[The cool, almost-synthetic blue bathing where the landship's Plant had been housed gives way to dark reds and blacks, the overwhelming smell of burning and ash jolting Vash awake. For a brief, all-too-terrifying moment, he thinks that the ship crashed. That they were too late to stop its mad dash towards Hopeland, and now he's once again coming to in the wreckage. It would not be the first time, and that floods him with a dread so heavy that he's finally forced to sit up, lifting his good hand to rest the heel of his palm against his forehead. He grits his teeth, squinting past the ash falling all around him as he struggles to get his bearings, because despite the completely desolate and decrepit atmosphere (which he's used to, unfortunately), this...isn't the sprawling desert wasteland he's used to.

It's charred, yes. The town he's awoken in is broken and deserted, but there is one key difference. There was- at least at one point- life. Trees. Grass. All things that could only exist on the planet within carefully regulated chambers designed to facilitate small growth cultures of flora, but not much else.

Eventually, he can't just sit around for much longer wondering if this is a dream or not. The smell of what is most certainly burnt flesh is what gets him moving, forcing him to his feet as he quickly dusts the ash off his jacket as he goes. The sandsteamer seems to be nowhere in sight, which includes it's occupants. Wolfwood. Meryl...]


Where am I--iieee--!?

[Vash barely has time to muse to himself, as when he takes a single step forward, he seems to have immediately found the only section of mud nearby that's capable of getting stuck in. His boot becomes cemented to it almost instantly, and before he can figure out just what's happening, it creates a hole that widens so fast that even he's unable to keep himself from falling ass over tea-kettle with a yelp. It's like quicksand almost with just how aggressively the earth seems to be trying to bury him...no matter how he reaches to find a grasp on the crumbling edge, a metallic prosthetic of glinting blue metal managing to grab the rim of the sinkhole just before he tumbles in too far.

But now...how is he supposed to get out?]


B) The Beautiful People | OTA

[Living on a new fascimile of earth in the process of recovering following the Big Fall, Vash has no concept of Halloween. The idea that anything is particularly being celebrated here is likewise beyond him, yet for as overwhelmed as he is and lacking in proper answers thus far to his many questions, the largest among them might be the fact of there being living skeletons walking about. Genuinely, the first time he saw one he thought he'd truly lost his mind, his head swiveling as he tracked one of them trotting past on their way into the tent to work on getting things set up.

And, like. Like any normal person (despite the fact he isn't that, at all), he's curious. Who wouldn't be? But he's not been here quite long enough for that curiosity to be beyond cursory, so once the other skeletons notice him gawking and try to coax him into the smaller tent, he holds up both hands quickly in defense, laughing nervously.]


Oh, no! I'm sorry, uh...I'm not- I'm just looking! I-

[A series of clacks overwhelm his protests, and before he knows it, he's been pushed inside.

Eventually he comes back out, bewildered but with mask in hand, though he isn't actually wearing it. He seems to be wearing the exact same clothing he was when he first stepped in (he had no thoughts to be imagining anything else, these clothes are the onle ones he's ever had), and will likely be a disappointment to everyone (everyone being the skeletons). Regardless, only then do they leave him be to his own devices once they've ushered him towards the main tent, and really he's not interested in refusing given how the first time went.

It's one of those situations where the inside doesn't match the outside at all. It seems massive inside, and to say he's overwhelmed by it is an understatement. Is there even anyone else here? He's...not sure he's ever seen anywhere this clean. This pristine. There's decorations, food, music...

It's inevitable that Vash accidentally backs into somebody while trying to figure out what to do, prompting him to quickly turn around with the mask still clutched in his metal hand.]


S-sorry! Sorry, I didn't see you!


[OOC: Hello I am not currently in this game, I am TDMing my boy Vash here, but I am friends of the mods! My name is Chi, ya'll can find me at [plurk.com profile] winterbolt!]
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[personal profile] shurajodo 2023-10-04 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
( MY BROTHER IN ASHURA WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU

Gara waves a hand in front of the skeleton's face. Handead and undead need to stick together, right? This guy counts.
)

You don't have to put up with this fuckshit.
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Lancelot du Lac (LANCER) | Fandom Fate OC

[personal profile] alligatus 2023-10-04 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
1. KEEP MY HEAD TOGETHER
(Btw, Lancer has hands like this, though not as defined claws.)

[ Lancer just kind of regards the black tattoos now along his hand, rather... Strangely, foreign as they are to him. He is not bewildered by such magics, as he has seen far stranger things in his own life. Or therefore, as a servant under Chaldea's instruction.

What is strange, is the heeding feelings that are not presently his own burrowing within his stomach. It is an odd feeling, and he is usually always able to handle his own grievances - it is merely the fact that he is conscious of something inwardly alien. Not his. That makes him feel discomfort.

And whereupon anyone else, were tattooed with the one matching his - they would feel... This pressure, of hatred upon themself. To think of doing something - is to also follow the train of thought with hatred. It is a constant feeling, and almost wholeheartedly suffocating - exempt from the one who ordinarily feels this every day.

The truth of it too was, that it inherently was not just his own feelings. The cursed state of his noble phantasm, the one that brings about his maddening form. Is an amalgamation of what the world feels, what the Knights of the Round Table feel - especially those he killed relentlessly, what all his enemies felt before he slayed them, and what he feels, unto himself.

Just a cesspool of hatred, almost maddening so - Anyway! if you want that. There you go.

Maybe he sees you - and maybe he doesn't, and maybe he is just enforced by your own feelings!!!! Slap me with whatever baby. ]


2. THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE & DON’T CHASE THE DEAD
[ The first night he doesn't go - does not care to go.

The second night, he sees her, in the distance - and no force in sight would stop him from going to see her again. The skeletons are in a tizzy - Lancer is always causing trouble in this place it seems, he all abut nearly pushes himself into the tent - avoiding the Skeletons at all costs. However one realizes - Just put the damn mask on him!!

Amidst the small little scuffle, Lancer gets slapped with a mask and now it's stuck to his face - I don't know what the fuck it is. Maybe it's the trump mask - I am just kidding, it's a cool dragon mask. The Skeletons know.

He struggles a bit to rip it off his face - but to no avail. At this point he's just annoyed, and the rush of adrenaline - if it exists within him. Surges by every right, until he stumbles through the tent and begins searching for her - He's lost her, where is she?.

The Knight is desperate to return to his Queen, he bumps around. Crashes about - maybe he stumbles into you rather suddenly. ]


Did you see her - ?

[ A voice quick, sharp, almost too boyish to be his own and full of concern. ]

3. @ The Lounge

[ After some time of pursuing a Ghost endlessly, and basically stalking her up and down the ballroom floor. Fanatically regarding her as if she were the most beautiful thing in existence - - he manages to quiet down and realize that he can get drunk - so you just have him there. Drinking a whole bottle, to himself. Do you poke the dragon....? ]

4. Wildcard & Prose

[ Rather than smack people with long threads, let me know if you are interested in a 'prose' starter. I will write you a personal individual starter with any one of the prompts from this TDM in prose. Let me know. Here is my Plotting Post. ]
Edited 2023-10-04 22:47 (UTC)
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A) Wake Up

[personal profile] amhran 2023-10-04 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The flames around her, the screams, all the noises she would never wish to imagine again - come for her. It is the same scene she recalls just after they had defeated one of the Beast's generals. The orcs, all lay dead around her. Countless children, elderly, people of all kinds - at her feet. Dead before her. While her companions, worked around to figure out the next step. Caoimhe sees Cormac run to the leader - casting revivify on their body. She sees the Paladin rising from the floor trying to gather their bearings. She sees Sumeragi with Thoryien, holding this man who caused all this destruction - captured.

This man who they wanted to let live - after all he had done, but not the Spider who had asked only for her freedom?

An arrow is notched, and she grabs to release it -

suddenly - - she is in the ocean, and a single large eye is looking back at her -

AWAKE! ]


!!!!

[ A loud gasp of air, and she attempts to gather herself onto her feet. She feels her feet sinking into the ground - with some quick thinking on her part, she pulls out the Broom of Flying from her Bag of Holding. She uses its momentum to tug her out and into the air, only to hear the sound of someone behind her struggling as well.

Caoimhe stops, although she was able to get herself out she is uncertain if she can pull the other as well. It matters not - she is in survival mode. Frightened still all the same, she offers a trembling hand out to the other. ]


H-Hold it, hang on - I'll fly up more! Can you hang onto me?
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B || i am immediately in your walls

[personal profile] andacht 2023-10-04 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[The person Vash runs into just so happens to be the last sort of person anyone would want to run into — the sort who tends to let his temper speak for him. Vash's backing up is met with a sharp, long tail wrapping around his wrist and tugging him a step forward. Masked as he is, it's a bit difficult to see his expression, but something in those goat-like eyes of his says hostility. Still, he's smirking...]

You should learn to pay attention to where you're going.
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Serial Designation N | Murder Drones

[personal profile] nforcing 2023-10-04 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
I. INIT: Dreaming
[ It doesn't appear that N is stuck in a sinkhole or anything like that, but rather is standing completely still in the middle of the town. One might mistake him for a scarecrow were it not for the text flashing across his… face… screen? ]

SYSTEM REBOOT
HARD REBOOT INITIATED…
--------------
PARSING DATA: SYS://"…/OPTIC_SENSORY_DATA"
ERROR /OPTIC_SENSOR_5 FAILED TO CONNECT.
RUN PROGRAM ANYWAY?
--------------
Y / N


[ Haha. Hey. What the fuck— ]
II. INIT: Dancing
[ What are you talking about? That's absolutely how you spell "Maskerade". N doesn't see any problems here. The opposite! This looks like so much fun!!!!! And the skeletons are giving him nice clothes (again)?! Amazing. Incredible. He wishes skeletons back home were this lively. Is that mean to the skeletons back home? He hopes he didn't hurt their feelings.

Anyway, looking mighty dapper, N doesn't wear a mask considering his face is sort of… important to not cover up, but he is absolutely going to pull any and everyone he can into a dance with him — not literally, of course. He's a polite gentleman for tonight after all, so he'll bow and offer one of his metallic hands out to anyone who happens upon the tent. ]


Hi! I mean. Ehem. Bonjour. [ That's like a really fancy "hi", right? Whatever, hit them with the robo-smoulder. ] Would you care to dance?

III. WILDCARD!
Hi! I'm Rubie! You can reach me on discord @ rubiesriot, or @ [plurk.com profile] rubiesriot if you want something else entirely!!! N is a relatively new muse, please be gentle with me—
Edited 2023-10-04 23:10 (UTC)
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rin tohsaka | fate/stay night (heaven's feel) / tdm

[personal profile] tsunderine 2023-10-04 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
w[a]ke up

    [ While waking up in unfamiliar places is new, having foreign memories that didn't belong to her? Absolutely not new. She finds herself frowning deeply as she wanders...

    And then underneath her feet, she can notice the crumbling of ashes and getting stuck into the mud to the point where she finds herself sinking and you'd think, as a magus, she could use magic to get out, she's 1) out of gemstones and 2) what would strengthening her legs even do when they're stuck?

    So, instead, what people might hear from this stick in the mud (ha) is the most ridiculous, incomprehensible yelling.

    Help or laugh at? ]


the [b]eautiful people

    [ The wooden mask that Rin ends up with is one that makes her look like a cat but the costume adds another aspect to the aesthetic.

    Now she's Rin Tohsaka: cat maid.

    And to make herself stand out a bit less (questionable), she's opted to take off her usual twintails. There, it's perfect, clearly the best disguise... not that she's necessarily trying to hide from anyone. Once she's inside the tent, she makes a bit of a snappy comment: ]


    This doesn't look too bad. Although I can't entirely say the same for them. [ She thumbs the skeletons. ] Why are skeletons even holding a masquerade ball to begin with?


wild[c]ard

    [ For anything else. I'm pretty open to a lot so feel free to come at me. Rin here is coming in after the events of Heaven's Feel, so while her icons have her with her twintails, she actually will normally look like this! Feel free to PM me through this account or message me at [plurk.com profile] tsundereban if you want a closed starter or w/e really. ]
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the [b]eautiful people

[personal profile] devilishkouhai 2023-10-04 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Ehhh~~ ?

[ It will be sometime in the mid-October - because unfortunately BB cannot come out to play til then ~ SHE DIED, but shes back now. In a cute dress that she modded to be red and black instead of white and blue - - - Mizuki got it for her!! So sweet.. So perfect. So Kind.

She has her signature bow tied off through her threads of purple hair. Face masked, the woodland creature of the night is a bunny rabbit, but even with the mask, Rin could easily tell without so much as double looking, who she looks so much like. ]


Even spoopy scary skeletons, deserve a fun time - no ~ ♡?
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II. INIT: Dancing

[personal profile] devilishkouhai 2023-10-04 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh~~ What's this? [ BB hums, her heels clicking against the floor as she walks up to the funny robot man. With a little bunny woodland mask on her face, and a beautiful dress upon her body that is just so EXTRAVAGANT AND EXTRA!! Also it's black and red instead of blue and white. ] Have you been running the same operation until someone accepts your stupid little hand~♡?
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Rui Ninomiya | Gatchaman Crowds | TDM

[personal profile] partofthecrowd 2023-10-04 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
I. Wake Me Up When September Ends

[Rui finds herself lying in grass, and she has no idea how she got there. She draws up a knee and pushes herself into a seated position, smoothing out her skirt. She pulls her fingers through her long blonde ponytail to get bits of grass out of it while she...tries to assess where she is.

Memories of a fire...? That’s not right, is it? Feeling a bit unsettled, Rui gets to her feet and dusts ash off of her clothes.

Looking around doesn’t really answer anything at all.]


X, if you could- [A pause.] X? Answer me.

[It’s not just that, her phone nor her tablet are in her possession, nothing but her NOTE. She exhales. Well that’s...inconvenient. She could send a message with the NOTE but who is she kidding?

Rui starts off on her own, finding her boots get stuck in the mud and she tries to pull them out...

Uh oh.]


II. I’ve Stretched Myself Beyond My Means

[Unexpected marks are incredibly strange and inconvenient. No, the skull on her chest is not one of those, but rather her tattoo, but the tiny symbol on the inside of her wrist is indicative of the connection.

It makes her suck in a breath of surprise, her heartbeat fluttering for a moment as she looks around to see...if anyone in particular is around haunting her. No? No.

Anyone linked to Rui will likely feel her fatigue, frustration and frankly depression that she’s been wrestling with, most of her life – but especially as of late. She feels lonely, alone and abandoned without X by her side.

Rui looks somewhat miserable too. All of this is a lot to take and she doesn’t know if she has it in her anymore.]


III. The Clock On The Wall Has Been Stuck At 3 For Days...

[It’s a quick detour in the tent to get a costume and a mask before she’s released into the masquerade.

She’s never really been to one of those before, or any other dance-type function. There’s a reason why Rui is a hermit after all.

She’s more of the wallflower type, leaning against the wall and sipping at a drink, fending off the skeleton’s offers to dance.

Maybe if someone with skin and bones asked, she’d be more inclined.]


IV. Wildcard

[Hit me with your best shot.]
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Ain (Opferung Route) | Elsword | TDM for fun and profit

[personal profile] andacht 2023-10-05 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
I. Can't seem to clear my head
[Usually, towns burning down are Ain's fault. It's surprising, then, when he wakes up in one that he doesn't remember torching. The air is crisp and nice, full of the scent of death and no El energy and— wait.

Where in the FUCK is the El.

Ain immediately goes from sort of curious (seriously what town is this) to downright furious in all of three seconds. Sorry to anyone sharing emotions with him who just got walloped by unadulterated rage. Also sorry to anyone who happens to be around because he is stomping past you to find out what the fuck is going on, and if a sinkhole opens up beneath him, no it doesn't. He will quite literally float over it and carry on.

Bye! Good luck dying or whatever! He definitely won't turn around if you nag him enough, nope.]


II. I need you right beside me
[Ain should look for his friends. That is the reasonable thing to do. They're a big group of like fifteen people, being away from any of them is very weird (unless he's left to go blow something up, in which case, someone usually has to come get him), so a normal person would go "where is my roving pack of idiots?" and hunt them down.

That is not what Ain is doing. He cares about approximately one person here, and that one person does not seem to be here. He's getting more frustrated by the minute. This man has been here for One Hour and already he's acting like a white man at a football game whose team just lost. Reel it in, dude.

Luckily, Ain has figured out that there's this thing humans do called "talking to people" that might yield answers faster than him turning over every stone in the Grove and the burned town beyond. So—]


Where is Elsword?

[Just a) assuming you know this person and b) not even saying hello. Where is his sentient walking mana battery, he wants to chew on him.]


III. I'll even take you dead
[The point of a masquerade seems to be ?? human mingling, and Ain decides he wants nothing to do with it. Why would he mingle with a bunch of people who don't matter? That doesn't sound fun. Anyway, the skeletons grab him when he gets too close and force him to party because they think he's being a brat. What's this about "human things"? Don't you like having fun, dude? These are all things skeletons think but can't say because they don't have vocal cords.

(There is a brief scuffle outside the tent while Ain attempts to blow them up with his magic, but they seem entirely immune to it, and simply force a mask on him and yeet him into the tent.)

Dressed-up and masked-up, Ain will not be found dancing (unless he decides he really, really likes you, and then there's also a 60% chance he just bites you) (yes he's like this), but rather, he will be participating in people-watching, drinking himself stupid, and occasionally trying to fight a skeleton.

Please do not let him fight the skeletons.]


IV. wildcard
[i promised he'd show up this month. he bites. don't feed him after midnight. would you believe me if i said those spiky things on his back are his wings? anyway - [plurk.com profile] wolfchan / tag me in the discord for plotting!!]
wwtd: shock (HELP)

hiyori iki | noragami

[personal profile] wwtd 2023-10-05 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
1. KEEP MY HEAD TOGETHER

[ the concept of experiencing feelings that aren't your own isn't... entirely novel to hiyori. gods are connected to their shinki in this way. their pain in their pain. their sins are the god's sins. even more curious, is the mark on her body that resembles that of a shinki's name given to them by a god.

but that can't be possible.

more than anything, it's disorienting to possess thoughts that aren't her own. pain is easier to take in stride. mental anguish is more difficult and she's no god. hiyori wasn't built to withstand the emotions of others in addition to her own. where is she supposed to separate herself? how is she supposed to get used to it? how, when they're hurting so much?

it's during a tide of negative emotions that hiyori thinks with all her might, with all her desperation, with all her heart, with tears in her eyes:

Where are you? I want to help you! I'll help you!!

proceeded by slapping her cheeks over and over until they're red, until her head is hers again, until she realizes, ]


AAAH, I'M SORRY. I FORGOT!!

[ immediately forgot... she shares pain with someone... ]

2. THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE

[ hiyori's outfit of choice, when she walks into this grand skeleton party, is apparently what one might expect to see of a doctor: a smart pencil skirt, a crisp blouse, small heels, and of course the quintessential white coat. her mask is carved into a butterfly and behind it, her eyes go big at what she's walked into. ]

Uwaaahhhh-- !! [ how did all of this fit into the tent?! incredible!

normally, she would immediately go to find someone she knows but it's so dark in here and everyone is wearing masks and costumes. how is she supposed to find anyone? what is she supposed to do...? as any teenager in a room full of strangers might do, she shuffles her way over to the buffet table and looks at all the fun snacks. she picks up something that looks like a ghost cookie and smiles at it, laughing to herself. ]


Hehe, cute. [ aaaaand as she goes to reach for another her fingers bump into someone else's. she startles, jerking her hand back and looking over. ]

Oh! Um, go ahead. You first.

3. WILDCARD

[ fresh meat here. hi!! i'm mj/mel! i don't have plurk, i'm here bc of SHEEP. no super concrete canon point for hiyori bc WOW SPOILERS but i can generally play her after what happens in s2 of the anime since that's the safest. i'm happy to roll with any BYO prompts too if you have an idea of your own :) ]

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