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blindknight[ Lindsey was… learning. Coming to terms with the fact that it was his own bitterness that was blocking off his magic was an uphill battle, but he was getting better. More often than not these days, his magic came when he called instead of only manifesting to protect Lindsey’s own life, and the more he used his magic to help others the easier it became to be at peace with his situation.
It was a definite cycle, but Lindsey was finding his rhythm.
The fact that he was somewhat more in-tune with his powers was probably what allowed him to feel the strange shift in reality, like cold fingers running down his spine. The sensation made him jerk upright, wide awake at three in the goddamn morning. Against his better judgment, he tossed and turned for a little while, hoping that if he ignored it, the cold and extremely unsettling sensation would go away.
It did not, in fact, go away.
With a loud groan and a few choice words for the universe, Lindsey hauled himself out of bed and got dressed to follow the pull of whatever force that was guiding him to whatever the hell weird thing had presumably crash-landed in this reality.
The fact that it was dark outside hardly bothered him, but the fact that it was a little chilly definitely did. He was just lamenting not grabbing a jacket as he approached the park where his magic was leading him.
He’s only gotten like an hour of sleep. This better be worth it. ]
It was a definite cycle, but Lindsey was finding his rhythm.
The fact that he was somewhat more in-tune with his powers was probably what allowed him to feel the strange shift in reality, like cold fingers running down his spine. The sensation made him jerk upright, wide awake at three in the goddamn morning. Against his better judgment, he tossed and turned for a little while, hoping that if he ignored it, the cold and extremely unsettling sensation would go away.
It did not, in fact, go away.
With a loud groan and a few choice words for the universe, Lindsey hauled himself out of bed and got dressed to follow the pull of whatever force that was guiding him to whatever the hell weird thing had presumably crash-landed in this reality.
The fact that it was dark outside hardly bothered him, but the fact that it was a little chilly definitely did. He was just lamenting not grabbing a jacket as he approached the park where his magic was leading him.
He’s only gotten like an hour of sleep. This better be worth it. ]
Two worlds, one family--
Dec. 14th, 2015 09:45 pmmombastic[ It's strange to be in a world with not one set of memories from another world-- not two, but three, not that Otome can really discuss this with anyone. It's difficult enough, when she wakes up these days, and can't remember if she's in her own home, or her apartment. If she needs to call Fumi to check on preparations for the day, or...
But no. This is her world. And not a school day, so she's stuck trying to focus not on what she's missing or what she's lost, but on what lies ahead.
What that actually is, she doesn't know, but she's out and about today, and there's a strong breeze. Maybe today will be a good day for clearing her thoughts. ]
But no. This is her world. And not a school day, so she's stuck trying to focus not on what she's missing or what she's lost, but on what lies ahead.
What that actually is, she doesn't know, but she's out and about today, and there's a strong breeze. Maybe today will be a good day for clearing her thoughts. ]
I wish for long, lingering glances--
Jul. 8th, 2015 09:48 pmbloodandblunder[ Noire... might be a bit grumpy, today-- not quite screeching her ire to the heavens (yet), but not in the best of moods, either. Recovering from Haven meant multiple things... waking up in a cold sweat from a nightmare where the content had increased in variety, having to force herself to eat more to make up for all the weight she'd lost, taking longer to recover from battles... some scars still remained, refusing to let her forget.
But there was also Morgan, the Morgan she'd sworn herself to, and that never fails to make the dreary bits better. She could do with that reminder right now, though, as she sits and works furiously at sharpening yet another arrow. It's tedious work and she's starting to get a headache, but it's something that has to be done. Even if she had slept poorly. ]
But there was also Morgan, the Morgan she'd sworn herself to, and that never fails to make the dreary bits better. She could do with that reminder right now, though, as she sits and works furiously at sharpening yet another arrow. It's tedious work and she's starting to get a headache, but it's something that has to be done. Even if she had slept poorly. ]
Best of all best friends;
Apr. 13th, 2015 08:57 pmbloodandblunder[ Being pulled from Haven is sudden, shocking, not at all like waking up there had been. Being sat down and told that her world was destroyed, that what she had fought so hard to protect was gone-- there had admittedly been some Blood and Thunder involved.
Now, half-blinded in the sudden light of what they called the gardens, Noire takes a few cautious steps forward.
And the sight of greenery is enough to make her eyes well up. ]
Now, half-blinded in the sudden light of what they called the gardens, Noire takes a few cautious steps forward.
And the sight of greenery is enough to make her eyes well up. ]
So mothers be good to your daughters too
Nov. 12th, 2014 01:33 pmswordisaster[ Say'ri hadn't expected to be told to go to the medical tent, moments after wiping Risen gore from her blade - yet another Chon'sin tradition, she'd told Chrom, leave no remnants of the dead upon your weapon - and it was only due to the urgency of the summons that she'd obeyed immediately. She was a princess, yes, of a country she could no longer return to, for the time being. But she could take commands without fuss, and the implications of her destination concerned her.
... For good reason, because when she enters the tent, she sees the daughter she has yet to give birth to, bleeding from the head. ]
Morgan! What has harmed you??
... For good reason, because when she enters the tent, she sees the daughter she has yet to give birth to, bleeding from the head. ]
Morgan! What has harmed you??
starswing【the ❝CALL MY IDOLS AND EMBLEMS OUT❞ meme】
because I have too many.
( The possibles included within. )
Because my heart
Sep. 19th, 2014 03:21 pmbloodandblunder[ She's never really forgotten, even as she's gazed upon Lucina and known that she's only ever had one sibling, and that was Cynthia. There's always been someone else with blue hair, someone incredibly important, and that was why Noire was one of the few who didn't turn to romance amongst her friends. There was someone else, and he wasn't there. She has to resign herself to this, and accept it. Her best friend understood. The war is over, Robin had returned to them, and that's more of a miracle than she could have ever expected. Asking for anything else...
But then it happens. Inexplicably, without warning, she finds herself in the Outrealms, called by Naga herself. Another realm needs assistance, more than just one army can provide, and she's not offered much more explanation than that before she and the others are thrown into the fray again.
Dusk has already fallen, and the rain isn't making a battle any easier, her allies (current and new) hard to pick out, but for the most part, it's an age-old struggle-- something Noire's experienced since she was old enough to remember it. Arrow after arrow, duck and skid, call out every so often so your comrades knew your position and that you were still alive. It's grueling, yes, but the amount of oddly intelligent and resilient Risen are starting to taper off by the time she pauses to catch her breath-- and freezes when she spots movement out of her eye, a sniper taking aim at a rain-blurred figure.
She thinks she might have shouted something maniacal and threatening, drowned out by the rage of battle, but her arrow slams into the ribcage, and the Risen falls.
Noire's sigh of relief is quiet, as she slowly lowers her bow. ]
S-somehow... made it... thank goodness.
But then it happens. Inexplicably, without warning, she finds herself in the Outrealms, called by Naga herself. Another realm needs assistance, more than just one army can provide, and she's not offered much more explanation than that before she and the others are thrown into the fray again.
Dusk has already fallen, and the rain isn't making a battle any easier, her allies (current and new) hard to pick out, but for the most part, it's an age-old struggle-- something Noire's experienced since she was old enough to remember it. Arrow after arrow, duck and skid, call out every so often so your comrades knew your position and that you were still alive. It's grueling, yes, but the amount of oddly intelligent and resilient Risen are starting to taper off by the time she pauses to catch her breath-- and freezes when she spots movement out of her eye, a sniper taking aim at a rain-blurred figure.
She thinks she might have shouted something maniacal and threatening, drowned out by the rage of battle, but her arrow slams into the ribcage, and the Risen falls.
Noire's sigh of relief is quiet, as she slowly lowers her bow. ]
S-somehow... made it... thank goodness.
Hotter than the sun in the middle of July;
Aug. 3rd, 2014 11:24 pmflaredo[ With the festival close at hand, there's no shortage of new faces trickling (or jumping or stowing away or dashing) into Vale. And with Weiss' eagerness to size up the competition before they squared off at the tournament, Yang had seen her fair share of newcomers. Some she could appreciate more than others. Like that guy with the hair that all but screamed "RUFFLE ME" and those abs?. Yeeees. Did it matter which kingdom he hailed from, how he fought? Not really.
It's just a shame that she can't really admire him or chat him up when one of Professor Port's monsters for some sort of demonstration breaks free and goes charging towards the docks.
It's total instinct that has Yang racing towards the beast, instead of away, and she hums a pleased note of satisfaction when her fist connects with its head and sends it flying with a very baffled and agonized roar. Wreathed in flames, of course. When it lands, it doesn't move again.
Lowering her fist, she glances back over her shoulder. Oh, right. ]
Welcome to Vale?
It's just a shame that she can't really admire him or chat him up when one of Professor Port's monsters for some sort of demonstration breaks free and goes charging towards the docks.
It's total instinct that has Yang racing towards the beast, instead of away, and she hums a pleased note of satisfaction when her fist connects with its head and sends it flying with a very baffled and agonized roar. Wreathed in flames, of course. When it lands, it doesn't move again.
Lowering her fist, she glances back over her shoulder. Oh, right. ]
Welcome to Vale?
It's like a movie, it's a B-movie show
Jul. 28th, 2014 11:54 pmworkisplay
[ Things had started simply- a visit to Inaba to see Rise and all of her friends. He liked her friends, hung out with them when he could. He'd actually been featured briefly on the local news for helping out with the face painting at a festival in town.
Rise had been furious with him, told him he was careless, though he never did find out why.
That was days ago. He doesn't know where he is or how he got there, and even though he keeps trying to tell himself that this place can't be real, part of him knows it must be. The air is thick with fog, and every passing day it gets harder to breathe, harder to think. He doesn't dare wander out of the room he's in, it seems to be the only safe place here. There are things in the hallways.
The building, he thinks, must be some kind of warehouse. It reminds him a little of JT's studio, only viewed through the lens of Sam Raimi or Ridley Scott. It's dark, dank, full of dismembered limbs, both human and non, masks of every size, shape and species and defunct mannequins in piles. There's liquid latex running down walls in fat, slimy globs and steam curling in the corners to mix with the fog. It would almost be cool, if not for the occasional casket. The occasional fire-ravaged American flag, drooping sadly from the ceiling.
He thinks that he must also be going crazy, because he keeps seeing someone who looks like him. A perfect doppelganger, if not for the bright yellow eyes and the hateful sneer on his face. His hand is hurting again, the old wound flaring up something awful. He can't move his fingers.
God damn it, he thought he was over this. ]
Makotos gonna Makoto
Jul. 27th, 2014 11:50 pmjitensha[ She's endured various levels of teasing and embarrassing questions from her fellow idols for this moment. Azusa, at least, had been encouraging (and equally embarrassing when she'd insisted on doing fortune-telling for the day) and now Makoto surveys the set-up with a proud nod. A one-year anniversary was nothing to scoff at, and with her parents out of town for the weekend (something she suspected her mother had coordinated for certain reasons), it was the perfect time and place to invite her boyfriend over. Just for a night. But she's actually cooked (ramen and some other things involving chopped vegetables and several band-aids) and cleaned and there are non-scented candles (because her dad still decreed them unmanly) around and she is so bound and determined to make this good.
Worse comes to worst, she has a whole stack of movies they can power through.
Makoto waits outside her house now, clad in a longer black skirt and one of her favorite tops, white with frills down the middle. All right. She's got this.
Hopefully. ]
Worse comes to worst, she has a whole stack of movies they can power through.
Makoto waits outside her house now, clad in a longer black skirt and one of her favorite tops, white with frills down the middle. All right. She's got this.
Hopefully. ]
And you know, we're on each other's team
May. 3rd, 2014 06:08 pmtwilightofmen[ Since the Dark Ones had learned of Aria's existence in this world, the two blades often found themselves fighting tooth and nail to get by. Leroy was still out there somewhere, and the two swords were determined to find him.
It was a struggle sometimes, but if nothing else it brought them closer.
Today had been harder than most. They'd been taken by surprised by a hoard of lower level Dark Ones. The numbers had been nearly overwhelming, but when the dust cleared, their leader, a high ranking Dark One, had made himself known. The opportunity was too good, he'd said. He reveled in the chance to destroy the last of the Ragnarok Series, and take this new blade, and her power, for his own.
Exhausted though they were, they somehow managed to gain the upper hand, and win.
It left Ragnarok exhausted, though, and unable to leave his blade. Aria would have to carry him again. ]
It was a struggle sometimes, but if nothing else it brought them closer.
Today had been harder than most. They'd been taken by surprised by a hoard of lower level Dark Ones. The numbers had been nearly overwhelming, but when the dust cleared, their leader, a high ranking Dark One, had made himself known. The opportunity was too good, he'd said. He reveled in the chance to destroy the last of the Ragnarok Series, and take this new blade, and her power, for his own.
Exhausted though they were, they somehow managed to gain the upper hand, and win.
It left Ragnarok exhausted, though, and unable to leave his blade. Aria would have to carry him again. ]
Voice-testing Post what are titles wow
Apr. 27th, 2014 12:43 amstarswingVoice-testing for the following:
Just put who you want in the subject, and you can come up with a starter, or leave it blank and I'll try to make up something semi-impressive!
I KNOW IT ISN'T FANCY BUT IT'S ALMOST 1 IN THE MORNING
FIGHT ME
Just put who you want in the subject, and you can come up with a starter, or leave it blank and I'll try to make up something semi-impressive!
I KNOW IT ISN'T FANCY BUT IT'S ALMOST 1 IN THE MORNING
FIGHT ME
Woes are fleeting, blows are glancing
Apr. 12th, 2014 08:46 amaeolian[ For spending so much of her time as a sword, Aria had never really lost her awareness of her surroundings. Sometimes, she wished she had. There were only so many screams and gurgles she could listen to, before she'd find herself wishing that she could shut herself away from all of it, not feel, like so many swords seemed to be able to do.
But festivals... markets, people laughing, and no stench of death permeating the air... if she'd closed herself off completely, she would have missed out on seeing just what humans could bring about when they were happy.
Sakon himself is an excellent example of 'happy' and 'fun', and well after they've thrown themselves at this particular festival (at least every food stand visited diligently), Aria finally takes a moment to rest.
... No, that's a lie, that's what sane people who spent over an hour running around the area would have done. But she can hear something that sounds a bit like a flute, and drums, and maybe she'd wandered away from her companion to get a bit closer to the noise. ]
I don't see how anyone can sit at all during something like this... [ it's half to herself, even as she smiles, expression warming. The atmosphere is so bright. ]
But festivals... markets, people laughing, and no stench of death permeating the air... if she'd closed herself off completely, she would have missed out on seeing just what humans could bring about when they were happy.
Sakon himself is an excellent example of 'happy' and 'fun', and well after they've thrown themselves at this particular festival (at least every food stand visited diligently), Aria finally takes a moment to rest.
... No, that's a lie, that's what sane people who spent over an hour running around the area would have done. But she can hear something that sounds a bit like a flute, and drums, and maybe she'd wandered away from her companion to get a bit closer to the noise. ]
I don't see how anyone can sit at all during something like this... [ it's half to herself, even as she smiles, expression warming. The atmosphere is so bright. ]
Demons abound
Apr. 10th, 2014 11:27 pmdemoenic[ It sure is a beautiful day in the land of the rising sun. The... birds are all asleep, the sun is gone, and Oichi is taking one of those strolls that's less of a nighttime walk and more of a listless, dreamy meander in no clear direction. Her moments of lucidity are more frequent these days, thanks to Ieyasu's care with her, but more often than not, she's prone to lapsing into the dark depths of nothingness, where nothing hurts, and she can't recall what had caused her pain in the first place.
A woman with long black hair and eyes that gaze at nothing in particular, walking with a swaying gait, probably isn't the most welcome sight for anyone in the middle of the night. ]
A woman with long black hair and eyes that gaze at nothing in particular, walking with a swaying gait, probably isn't the most welcome sight for anyone in the middle of the night. ]
Insert "Welcome to Night Vale" joke here
Apr. 9th, 2014 11:20 pmzetabeamguy[ Doctor Impossible knows all about alternate timelines, parallel dimensions, and the existence of other worlds. Even before he was trapped in the multi-demensional crossroads from hell so ironically called Haven for who knows how long.
A lot of things happened in Haven. A lot of terrible things, a lot of strange things, and... maybe some good things.
One good thing in particular- named Cecil.
The universe where Cecil's Night Vale lay had taken some finding- he'd run across a few mentions of it in other continuities, as an idea, or a series of books, or, in one instance, a podcast. He was used to sifting through the mire to find what he really wanted, and when he did, when all the tests were done and he was 100% sure, he fired up his trans-dimensional gateway and took a walk.
He was still somewhat surprised when no one was panicking at the hole in reality that had just appeared in the middle of town.
Well then. ]
A lot of things happened in Haven. A lot of terrible things, a lot of strange things, and... maybe some good things.
One good thing in particular- named Cecil.
The universe where Cecil's Night Vale lay had taken some finding- he'd run across a few mentions of it in other continuities, as an idea, or a series of books, or, in one instance, a podcast. He was used to sifting through the mire to find what he really wanted, and when he did, when all the tests were done and he was 100% sure, he fired up his trans-dimensional gateway and took a walk.
He was still somewhat surprised when no one was panicking at the hole in reality that had just appeared in the middle of town.
Well then. ]
pillow fort!
Feb. 2nd, 2014 12:57 amisaymechro
[ So, what to you do when it's a slow day and you have nothing better to do?
Kidnap a dog (said dog belonging to someone who may or may not be your boyfriend) and build a pillow fort, of course. (Why the dog? Well, because your killer robot is too big, of course. That, and the guy who may or may not be your boyfriend is busy doing important pilot-y stuff or something.)
That's exactly what Gaige has done. She's watching old action movies on her laptop, curled up with Max. Somewhere in there, she must have dozed off. ]
