Augmented Unreality

i used to dream in the dark of palisades park

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King

he/him
23
May 24
Sootopolis City
Uninterested
Rocket Grunt
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5'10 height
5'10 height
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Raziel Beckett
Augmented Unreality
POSTED ON Mar 3, 2022 13:25:16 GMT
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There is a high key amount of concern right now. He's stuck in a room alone, the heat in his hands is gone, and what was worse when he looks around Salem isn't there. None of his calming pokemon are. Once the door opens and lets him free it turns out he isn't the only one and he could feel a hitch in his breath as his hands are shaking. Now he's in a room with only few familiar faces. [break][break]

And to top everything off he doesn't have his usual headband that kept his scar hidden so he feels exposed in more ways than just one. God he feels sick, but its clear if he wants out he should be looking at things just like the others. As he looks up he can't help but feel like this is some sick Unown Bullshit going on. [break][break]

Though as he takes notice of also in the room with them the idea that this is some Rocket Plot can't help but also cross his mind. Though if the other is trapped like him then he's willing to tolerate it for now. He has some computer experience working in IT so he tries to go to that as some guy () activates it, though the eyes above seem to disapprove. A red eye glares toward 's direction once more before he looks around to see if his old colleague maybe wrote down the password? [break][break]

There is the mirror that has something written down. He gives a 'shoo'ing motion toward the stranger? He's too stressed to recall,() because only a calm Razz had semblance of social skills as the scared Ranger attempted to write 'itsokayipromise' [break][break]

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+ @aureality Event
[break]+ Reacts to the situation and hates that his scar is exposed and Salem is not there
[break]+ Blames this and possible unown bullshit
[break]+ Razz moves to the computer, shooing to the side, and attempts to enter the password from the mirror.


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Ven

duke
he / him / his
twenty
september 10
Enju, Johto
asexual
errand boy
civilian
(눈‸눈)
108 height
108 height
what’re you lookin’ at?
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Arashi Akiyama
Augmented Unreality
POSTED ON Mar 3, 2022 15:14:16 GMT
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Wow, what the hell was—that?

Shaking his head roughly, Arashi pulls himself up into a sitting position—and asides from a few faces he knows by sight but not by name ( & ) most of everyone here is—he doesn’t know.

How much out of his element was he? Very much so. He was about to go over to Eris, knowing that she was part of the little paltry band of kids that may have accidentally caused a cave-in went exploring thanks to that one fateful flier—

And then he thought of looking through his pockets. Wait. Wait, wait, hold the fuck up—

He searched his pockets once, twice, several times to confirm that he didn’t have any of his Pokéballs on him—and then he looked up at the ceiling and barely conceals a screech of surprise at all the damned fucking eyes staring at him from the ceiling. That was… creepily terrifying.

Standing up at last, he then took in the surroundings and noticed that people were on the move—someone had taken up a spot at the computer terminal and was trying to enter something () while other people were trying to rattle and find a way out (, ) but not managing to open whatever it was they were shaking.

…and then someone decided to touch the red liquid (well, it LOOKED like liquid)… at least they didn’t lick it.

Much as he wanted to take a sample of that strange red liquid for himself… there was something that was screaming at him not to. But maybe that was just the paranoia caused by all those fucking eyes staring down at them from above…

He then noticed the strange “symbols” along with the handprint before…

“Dunno about anyone, but that… kind of looks like a cy…ci… those things that you use to crack a code,” he said, his head hurting from so many big words.

“But… it’s nothing I’m familiar with… sorry…”

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• recognizes a few people
• searches his pockets, where are his Pokémon?!
‘The fuck’s this?!’
• makes quiet observations about everything in the room
• something about that red liquid(?) doesn’t seem right to him but that may be his paranoia talking
• notices the symbols on the wall, makes a suggestion about it being a clue to something
• alas he isn’t all 100% smart so that’s all he can offer

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evan

dr glynn
he/him
32
may 1st
circhester, galar
gay
ecological geneticist
civilian
mae pob lliw yn dod gyda stori
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Cefin Glynn
Augmented Unreality
POSTED ON Mar 3, 2022 22:01:46 GMT
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The smell of the liquid is harshly metallic, and for a moment , paired with it's deep dirty red, Cefin wonders if he's just put his finger in blood. The logical brain kicks in, though, and the smell is recognisable as something else - rust.[break][break]

He wipes it off on the bottom of his sweater, and watches the liquid wipe away but the stain stay. Cefin touches his index finger to his thumb and finds it tender, like a new tattoo. Marked. Hmm...[break][break]

He's distracted briefly by a figure that walks past - a face he's seen before, on the news; and a name he's heard on various lips since arriving in Hoenn. ... here? Between him and , Cefin wondered if perhaps this was some gathering of important people, but then why would he be here? Why would others that he didn't know of or recognise be trapped in here, too? It had to be one of those dreams that makes no sense. Right?[break][break]

Suspicions of Gavin aside - he was a wanted terrorist, after all - Cefin moves on. They were all trapped in here, whether real or not, and working together to find a way out. Instead, he's drawn to the young blue-haired man who pulls his arm out of the eyeball gunk on the ceiling. It's black - stuck to the skin? Or... not, it is his skin. Cefin looks down to his dip-dyed finger, then back up.[break][break]

Cefin stands by the ladder and steps up just a little bit, reaching out to .[break][break]

"Excuse me, could I just move you back down? It's rather worrying you being up there on that wobbly ladder, by all those eyes, and..." He reaches up a hand to help Mint descend safely. "...I think I might have an idea about your arm"[break][break]

When the young man is down on the floor safely, Cefin rolls his sleeve up, thinks for a second, and then presses his rust-dyed finger gently but firmly against Mint's aqueous-dyed arm.


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+ ew finger yucky ew[break]
+ recognises from the news and is kinda monka abt it[break]
+ watches get his arm gooed, and decides to touch his mark to mint's[break]


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murk

Not-Chryssa
She/Her
27
May 1
Eterna City, Sinnoh
Panromantic
radio host
agent
as flies to wanton boys are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport
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chryssa glasgow
Augmented Unreality
POSTED ON Mar 4, 2022 2:37:03 GMT
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She grabbed unconsciously for , who'd been looking through the window before her. 

"Did you see that?!"

...It's someone's birthday!

She backed away, stepping through the metallic-smelling puddle. "Something's here." Her voice felt raspy and she tried to clear it, to raise it so people might actually pay attention to her. Chryssa had always been good at commanding the attention in a room. In this atmosphere of fear and mistrust, however, it was easy to discount the words of a stranger. "On the other side of the door. I could... see its eyes glowing." It's coming, she thought, but didn't say it out loud. It's coming for us. 

Panic was the last thing they needed. They needed order. They needed action.

The light of the monitor showed where and were busy trying to guess an unknown password. "We might need to hurry that along," the young woman said from behind them, soft but urgent. "Something's coming. Is anyone good with electronics?" she raised her voice to include the rest of the room, nudging the electrical panel beneath the device.

Perhaps Chryssa's experience with all the unique technology in the Radio Tower could help, but she had another idea. She had caught a glimpse of the 'user' field. Astral-blue eyes returned to the blonde Underboss.

"When's your birthday?" she asked, and nodded at the screen. 


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Dove

Admin Bee
He / Him
30
April 12
Lumiose City, Kalos
Pansexual
Broadcast Journalist
Admin
if you're lonely
come be lonely with me
6'0" / 183 cm height
6'0" / 183 cm height
i fell for your magic. i tasted your skin. and though this is tragic, at least i found the end.
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BARNABY FINCH
Augmented Unreality
POSTED ON Mar 4, 2022 3:11:37 GMT
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A sudden intake of breath. The click of metal unlatching, grinding slowly to the side. Brightness blinds for a moment. Resurfacing after a long time in the gloom.

Barnaby blinked, once slowly, twice, then rapidly as he tried to will away his stupor. Was this real? From his pod he alighted, sluggish and dazed. It wasn't until arms wrapped around him that he truly woke to his new reality.

"...Summer?" He accepted 's embrace without restraint, although he barely returned the gesture. There was too much to process, too many knowns and unknowns to parse through and sort within the narrow span of his mind.

Barnaby willed his consciousness to remember. What was he doing before his life had dimmed to blackness? How had he gotten here? Why were there friends and strangers alike encased in such a suffocating room?

, , ... even .

His mind sputtered, grasping at straws, and came up with nothing. A blank abyss.

He needed to get out of here.

Briefly, he patted himself down for signs of anything. Phone? Pokémon? Even the knife he kept on his person at all times? Nothing. His stark reality became even narrower, crushingly so.

He looked to his left, his right, noticing all the empty pods. Two stand out from the rest - one mangled, one pristine. He approached the one that appeared untouched, examining it more closely. Why would only one tube remain unused? It can't be happenstance. Can it?

His name, uttered by a voice unsettlingly familiar, beckoned Barnaby's attention away from his investigation. "Martín?"

He glanced over to where had moved, near some sort of computer terminal, and in that moment he took in every other odd thing about the room too. Including —

THE EYES.

Barnaby flinched, but did not look away from the ceiling staring back at him. He was entranced; fear had stuck him to the spot like a skewer through a pig.

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reacting to situation
realizes all possessions are gone
investigates the unused pod
stares at the eyes

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D-Bug

The Robust
He/Him/His
Twenty-Eight
October 30th
Bevaridge Town
Biomesexual
Pokemon Educator/Vlogger/Biome Enthusiast
Avatar/Gym Leader/Elite Ranger
See ya later, Feraligatr!
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Zac Ramsay
Augmented Unreality
POSTED ON Mar 4, 2022 3:20:13 GMT
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Zac's metal dream collapsed, outwards.

He was in a room, and far from alone. A mix of familiar and strange faces stood around, each getting their bearings in this unusual space. Were these the noises he had heard from inside the box?

They were in an office. Or a laboratory. It stank of metal. Zac wrinkled his nose and looked around for someone he knew. "Everybody you meet in a dream is someone you've seen in real life," Zac said out loud. 

He found himself pulled towards someone he used to know intently. His most recent arboreal visitor, and the one to wake him from his hibernation:

"How's it goin', New Chryssa?" he asked. She was looking at a computer which, amazingly, had writing on it. "You know you can't read in dreams?" he asked, reading the screen despite himself.

It was a password screen for G.Merlino. "That must be , right?" Zac said, looking over to where the man himself was. It only made sense for the subject of a dream computer login to be with him in the room. 

"We might need to hurry that along," Chryssa said, indicating the computer. "Something's coming. Is anyone good with electronics?"

"Yeah no prob! I'll give it a shot!" Zac squatted down, getting under the desk to check out the open hatch. "I've done a bit of DIY stuff around the house. How hard could this be?"

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Zac gets his bearings, and gravitates to Chryssa and Gavin
Still thinks he's in a pleasant dream, and hasn't twigged to the horror around him yet
Tries to help Chryssa by checking out the hatch below the computer



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thorn

the Harbinger
he/him
37
october 28th
circhester, galar
demisexual
the harbinger
underboss
I want corruption, I think I'm the devil in disguise.
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Cillian Quinn
Augmented Unreality
POSTED ON Mar 4, 2022 11:04:41 GMT
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Gavin turns sharply when grabs his arm. He jerks his arm back to break the grip, and it's only the restriction in his movement that delays violence long enough for recognition to register. His muscles tense beneath her touch, fist still curled in warning.

"See what?" he growls, voice rough. "An empty room? The door's locked."

He had noted rust leaking from the screws, however, and had half a mind to try and pry them out. Brute force was often his solution to situations such as these, where he felt as if his well-being was endangered. When Chryssa explains, however, his skin crawls. He thinks of the Church of Arceus, of the thing whose presence he still felt at the brush of stone-on-skin.

He looks up, then, and his throat goes dry.

Eyes. So many eyes, watching. Whispering?

This isn't like his dreams. If Gavin dreams, he dreams of Kanto. If he is locked in a room, it is with his own demons.

My sister, is Gavin's first thought when asks about electronics, but isn't here. She's taught him the basics of encryption and privacy but she'd never taught him how to break into things, only to keep others out.

He can hardly focus between the whispering and the eyes and the whispering.

"My birthday?" He sounds confused, like he's coming out of a daze. It's only when mentions his name that Gavin thinks to look at the computer screen. A name. His name? But that was impossible. He'd remember something like this. He shakes his head. "No. This has nothing to do with me."

Angry, sharp, but he steps toward the monitor nevertheless and enters the numbers. 281088.



NOTES:
Nearly punches Chryssa because she touched him, it's a running theme with Gavin.
Angrily insisting that he has nothing to do with any of this, but...
Enters his birthday as the password just to prove them wrong.
Mostly interacting with and atm.
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Azul

Mars | Tuesday
He/Him
28
August 4th
Canalave City, Sinnoh
Bi / Demiro
POG Bank CEO
Underboss
Veni. Videre. Vincam.
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Martín del Mar
Augmented Unreality
POSTED ON Mar 4, 2022 11:48:37 GMT
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CHEATER

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CHEATER
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CHEATER

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The word burns through him as if whispered with every blink of the eyes above him, and perhaps the most concerning thing of all is how he’s able to push past it and remain focused. Has Mars grown too used to having words ring in his head or is it that hubris of his that makes him immune to all judgement?
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ILLUSION
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MIRROR
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OBSERVE
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The words come as if intrusive thoughts, standing out in his own analysis of the situation. At the moment, they mean as much as any other word does, standing out solely because of their status as ones written in the report he has obsessed over for months. They reveal nothing, despite what the eyes may claim. They give him no clues when it comes to the screen before him…
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G. MERLINO. ? Surely not, right? What does Gavin have to do with this? Is it some elaborate plan to get his information? Paranoia is on high. Before saying anything, Mars decides to try a password just to see what happens, and his attention turns to the keypad resembling a periodic table. Is it supposed to be a word composed of elements?
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Phosphorus, Osmium, Erbium, Sulphur.
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P - Os - Er - S
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Seems fitting, and if it weren’t for the fucked up situation they’re in and the overwhelming need to get out of this place, Mars would laugh if that actually were the password of an account under Gavin’s name.
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Other people approach the terminal then. That ranger, . The CharjaCola guy, . That woman that resembles . And then, himself. ”Maybe it’s your long lost cousin or something.” He says it as if it were a dry joke, but the meaning of his words is much different. Of course anyone would suspect the known criminal here, but this is not the time to go around pointing fingers. They need to escape. They need to get away from these eyes. They’re in danger. ”Maybe you have a doppelganger.”
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ALTERNIS.
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With a sigh, Mars steps away from the terminal to allow others to fiddle with it, and it’s in doing so that his attention once again turns to . He’s staring at the eyes, and the expression that overtakes him is one Mars recognizes much better than what he’d like: fear.
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”Barnaby.” A hand reaches for his; subtly, calmly, and giving an ever so light squeeze. ”Look at me.” Don’t look at them. Don’t let your fear consume you. Don’t let them win. Thoughts as if affirmation meant for himself as much as they are for the journalist. ”We need to get out of here. Focus on that.”
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Escape. That’s what matters above all else.


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[break]- FK U EYES >:C
[break]- Mars tries to enter 'POsErS' in the periodic table keyboard as a password
[break]- Dry joke about Gavin having a doppelganger
[break]- Attention turns to Barnaby. Tells him not to focus on the eyes and that they have to get out of here... Also as a reminder to himself too tbh
[break]- Life is not LADEDA right now

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Red

Madame Lionheart
She/Her
27
November 1
Mauville City
Pansexual
ceo
executive
kiss me once
then kiss me twice
5'6" height
5'6" height
say a prayer for the wicked
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Summer Atreides
Augmented Unreality
POSTED ON Mar 4, 2022 18:49:55 GMT
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With the greetings - if you were to call those panicked moments greetings - gone and fleeting, Summer decided she was on a mission to find a way out. Selfishly, for herself.

But also for the ones in here she was caring for.

. . . Perhaps .

Everyone else? She didn't know. Fuck them, they were a hindrance. Summer wasn't going to be weighed down.

With determination set, her shaking ceased, perhaps for a few moments, as she investigated the ladder. She grabbed one of the hinges, tugging at it to see if it'd move as she pulled. It remained in place, though the bolts seemed questionable at best.

But on further inspection, she noticed something else. Something that reminded her of the red seeping from under the door.

"Prints. And they're wet. Where are they-"

Her thought was interrupted as someone moved past her to the ladder. He began to climb, and as he did, the prints disappeared, smeared under his movements.

"Wait! You're erasing them! You fucking idiot!" Summer cried out, her hands coming to grasp at her head in dismay.

She shook again, from rage, as ruined the trail that had been set in front of them. Her hands grabbed him, rearing back with the intent of punching him or hitting him. Something to release this rage.

Perhaps it was the room that made her this way. Maybe it was her emotions building from before to now.




- examining the ladder, noticed it was sturdy
- spotted the wet prints
- literally what the fuck , you ruined the prints
- she's gonna punch you
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Captain

He/Him
29
October 25
Canalave City
Bisexual
ANVIL General
Ex-Admin
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Felix Gallagher
Augmented Unreality
POSTED ON Mar 4, 2022 19:56:31 GMT
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The frown etched across his cheeks deepened at Illie's response. When she scooted closer to him, he took the opportunity to give her shoulder a comforting squeeze, reassuring her of his presence. If nothing else, he'll keep them safe from whatever fate awaited them.

Suddenly, a loud spark of noise came from his left. "...?" In an instant, the comforting glint of reassurance had melted back into it's default state of animosity. Who was this guy? Eyebrow quirked, he gave the obnoxious ginger one quick up-down glance before responding. "Okay."

Then, without hesitation, he returned his gaze back onto . "Lets catch up with the others," He suggested, gesturing towards and some goonies. It'd be good to keep close the majority of the group - that way he could prevent any obstacles, if needed.

...

Of course he was here.

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Lisa Bortiforte
She/Her
31
August 30
Camphrier Town, Kalos
Bi/Heteroromantic
Bioterrorist
Underboss
Unattached
Black Widow
5'9" / 175.26 cm height
5'9" / 175.26 cm height
Bury me in the roses and rot; I'll come back thorned.
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Elisabeth Fiorelli
Augmented Unreality
POSTED ON Mar 4, 2022 20:01:33 GMT
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A ROSE BY[break]
ANY NAME

would remain as sweet and thorned



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+Approaches for comfort.[break]
+Tells what she sees on the board.[break]
+Notices seems a little less thrown than others.[break]
+Hears shout at Mint.[break]
+Chides and tells people pls no touchy.[break]
+Sees with red hands and asks if he is ok.[break][break]



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At first, Elisabeth had not paid those in the room much mind; how often did you choose to befriend the characters in a dream, if you knew you were dreaming?[break][break]

Until, that is, she heard 's voice: drawing her attention to transfixed by the endless eyes overhead, or perhaps by the terror inherent to such a feeling of powerlessness.[break][break]

In moments like this, Elisabeth ached to summon her own Pokemon and their healing abilities -- Aromatherapy, perhaps, to soothe and to calm -- but all that she possessed was herself here. [break][break]

The blonde rose to her feet, exhaling, as she left the board and approached the two men. "I would say I am glad to see you both," she said with a wry smile, "but I am rather sorry to see us in such dire straits." [break][break]

For a moment, Elisabeth's hand hovered near Bee's shoulder as if to comfort, but to her relief reached for him first and her hand fell back dutifully to her side.[break][break]

Turning to the Rocket admin with an inherent sense of duty, she began to speak to him in earnest: "Have you seen what is written on the board? Rust. Scribblings. A code." She shook her head, her blonde curls shifting with the movement. "I don't know what any of it means." [break][break]

Something in the way that held himself was subtly different than herself and Bee. He recognised something in the strangeness, Elisabeth observed, with the resignation of a man forced to replay a familiar nightmare each night. She knew such an expression well enough, from seeing it on her own face each morning.[break][break]

And then shrieked, drawing her attention to in moments: "Wait! You're erasing them! You fucking idiot!"[break][break]

Fucking idiot indeed. Elisabeth's eyebrows raised perceptively, the gentle light in her eyes sharpening to a cold gleam. "Let's not be foolish," she said, her voice cutting through the cacophony like a knife. "Careful what we touch. We don't know enough about our surroundings to be able to afford to take unnecessary risks."[break][break]

It was then her gaze cut to and the strange red stain upon his hand. Blood? No -- the words of the board came back to her: rust. "Are you all right?" Elisabeth called to him, the concern tinged with wariness. [break][break]

She did not like the look of this, not at all.



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Pokkenger
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Nov. 25
Ballonlera, Galar
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ex-elite four
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6 ft 3 in height
6 ft 3 in height
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Kazimir Wynter
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POSTED ON Mar 4, 2022 20:41:33 GMT
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as his coffin opens kazimir finds himself spilling into a room full of people, some familiar like , , and even who he waves back at, and some not so familiar faces. as he dusts himself off he realizes that his belt was missing, meaning he was without pokemon in this room full of mysteries. "uh...anyone know what the heck is going on here?" a question that has been probably asked once or twice already.

as the people searched kazimir looked up at the ceiling full of eyes and felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. it was an unnerving sight and clued him in that something was probably watching them and maybe having a few laughs as everyone went about messing around with stuff. if he had a rock he would probably try and throw it at them but it seems like when someone was going around trying to touch them only for them to move out of the way and leave that person with a gooey hand.

as kaz looked around he noticed the ladder and the person who was using it to touch the eyes and hurried over to it, "hey! ya gonna let those eyeballs stare at ya some more or are ya gonna help us find a way out?" he called up to as he climbed the ladder as well and wedged himself to the side so that at least his massive frame didn't try to knock him off on purpose. "come here often?" he asked as he was eye level with the man and his blackened hand before he started to knock on the ceiling trapdoor above them to try and knock it open as he did his best to share a ladder with another person. was it smart? probably not, but even dumb ideas could work too!


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+reacts to the room a bit. realizes his pokemon are gone

+the eyes make him feel not daijobu

+goes for the ladder and tries share space with to open the trapdoor ceiling.



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peppermint, micha
he/they
27
january 19
hearthome city, sinnoh
homiesexual
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rocket beast
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He didn’t manage to touch a single eyeball as they made space for his hand. The goop didn’t feel hot or cold and at first he wanted to retract but he kept reaching upwards trying to find…something. Anything. Eventually he’s forced to retract his arm hissing at the weird sizzling before all of it finally melted off, leaving his arm akin to an abyss. He still had full control and feeling of his left arm but…there’s nothing but inky abyss. Alarming, but…he’d deal with it for now. His gaze went back to to the eyes, and as spoke he barely replied. Though if he paid attention he could hear Mint whispering, out something in his daze. “Ashes to ashes…dust to dust…all the boys are fuck boys…and all the girls are sluts.” And then he would perk up, blinking out of whatever trance he’d gone into and hum a peculiar tune before turning to get FACE FULL OF BIG TITS. [break][break]

Fuck yes. He knew if he wanted it hard enough, this dream would turn good. Though he was a little nervous to be in such a precarious position, there’s a casual grin that was flash as he spoke up. “If this is how you greet guests, I’ll try to come around more often.” Shameless? Maybe. But this wasn’t fucking real. Before Mint could rest his face in some boobas, he heard some woman shrieking. “Of course…” he mumbled as he began going back down the ladder. Hands from and reached up to help but it was Summer who seemed to yank him around first. Pulled roughly by the collar and shaken like a snow globe he let out a couple of yelps before looking up at the woman. “SH-Shit lady, let g- ashes to ashes…dust to dust…!” he yelped, beginning to struggle before his eyes seemed to glaze over for a moment as he repeated something again. [break][break]

He didn’t want her to touch him. And her voice was rather cacophonous, mixing harshly with the music looping through his head. He turned to Cefin, flashing a practiced puppy eyes pleading silently for help. “What are you thinking?” he asked watching the taller man poke his abyssal arm. As he did, Mint reached out to hold his hand and squeeze in turn to see if it would leave marks. He glanced over at shrugging, “It seemed important to me.” Was all he said to explain himself. If he could make the mysterious creepy eyeball ceiling an ally, he would. For now, he would settle with just vibing with them.


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+ mint's arm is now vantablack bitches [break][break]
- absolutely face full of tits and flirting, and being creepy [break]
- comes down with help of cefin and summer [break]
- would like summer to leave him alone [break]
- holds cefin's hand to expirement
- vibing to some sweet bops
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sleeping beauty
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25
July 15
lumiose city, kalos
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public relations
rising star
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POSTED ON Mar 5, 2022 2:47:08 GMT
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She doesn't have to look up to feel the eyes upon her.[break][break]

Luka knows the feeling well; gooseflesh up her arms, a prickling at the back of her neck. A feeling of restlessness, of unease, a wariness so deep it makes her teeth ache. She's felt it before in the ruins of a church archive. She's felt it since, in nightmares and fits of restless sleep.[break][break]

Fear is a little death. Luka swallows and ultimately fails to fight against it. There is no relief that comes from seeing that the other Bound are here; , , and have been through enough already. She answers Mars softly:[break][break]

"I'm okay."[break][break]

Her lie is honey sweet and draws in flies.[break][break]

In a quiet stupor she joins Locke and , suffocating the two in comforting hug. Her arms tremble with the effort of squeezing reassurances into the two of them, though she may just be trying to convince herself that they're okay. That they've done this before and they can do it again: they have no choice.[break][break]

She has never had any power, and therefore has nothing to mourn. No strength, no intelligence. Only the tenacity of will and a stubborn goodness, kindness growing up like weeds through the cracks in a sidewalk. She paints a smile onto her face with a master's precision and steps back, tucking some of Eris' hair behind her ear.[break][break]

"We'll be okay," she murmurs. "W-we just need to work together and— wait, STOP![break][break]

The command comes too late as and indulge in base curiosity.[break][break]

"Don't touch anything!" she nearly shrieks, voice garbled by the hand on her throat and the fingers digging in, in, in. Peach flesh burns with a searing white— or it had, once upon a time. Fingernail scratches almost resemble a red-raised A.[break][break]



She can still remember sigils and symbols crawling up her arms, tainted verses spiderwebbing across her tongue, into her throat. Tainted, defiled, rotten. Words from a tattered hymnal that still haunt her dreams, pooling into her skin as phantom ink.[break][break]

Hymns and Prayers to Entrance and Mystify. No ancient verses rise to a blackened tongue this time.[break][break]

Her stomach churns as she hurries over to Mint and Cefin, attempting to pry the two apart before comes in screaming. Taken temporarily aback, she blanches but presses forwards, stubbornly determined.[break][break]

"Mademoiselle," she says, her hand firm on Summer's arm. "Stop."[break][break]

Her eyes burn and she struggles to keep her voice even. Sweat beads at the back of her neck as she tries to pull Summer away, careful not to touch Mint.[break][break]

"Fighting will do us no good. If we want to get out of here...we need to do so together. And, erm..." She turns her attention back to Mint, brow furrowed in concern. "Please don't mess around anymore. We need to be careful if we're going to stay safe." She frowns at his tainted arm.[break][break]

For he and Cefin, it may already be too late.[break][break]



- yaaay ymca flashbacks[break]
- hanging out with Locke and Eris for a minute[break]
- pretty sure that Mint and Cefin just hit a death flag[break]
- tries to pull Summer off of Mint[break]
- lets all get along :) and get out of here together :)[break][break]
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[attr="class","subtxt"]I don't know anything with certainty,[break]
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dog boy
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october 24
verdanturf
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Augmented Unreality
POSTED ON Mar 5, 2022 3:25:13 GMT
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kyle wakes up from his slumber. the first thing he does was to check his pockets; no pokemon, no phone. it screams of a case of systematic kidnapping, but seeing which other people were around suggests otherwise.

the crowd was seeming mix of big, relevant people and nobodies. he takes a moment to take an inventory of the room, as well as naming people in his head, as he takes a breather to calm down from being thrust upon an unknown situation.

he is relieved by the fact that people are touching the most suspicious objects in the room and investigating it for him at their expense. if anything explodes, at least it wouldn't be on his face.

checking whichever else needs to be check, kyle realizes that people are doing work for him. he gravitates towards the only other person that wasn't in the crowd that time, being too introverted to mingle with more than one person at a time.

"hey, you good?" he checks up on . the answer is obviously no, but talking almost grounds someone back to the harsh unreality.

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tl;dr
  • checks on nagi bc he's dying
  • cant be bothered to work/socialize


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The Shula Region
Hogwarts AU
RPG Unlimited
MR
The Enroi Region
N:FB
Vyrehaven
Celestial Guardians, AU Sailor Moon RP
EO GENESIS
Code and Crown: An advanced literate warriors cats RP, set in medieval times
Swords Clashing