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Hotter than the sun in the middle of July;

[ 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?

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It's like a movie, it's a B-movie show

[ 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. ]

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Makotos gonna Makoto

[ 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. ]

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KIA > just don't call me late for dinner call-out post!

I'm sorry, you don't get fancy html, but here's a muselist and I play some other people, so just plunk someone down and let us begin!

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RO > call me out; a forever open RP post, version 2

NEW OPEN RP POST

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And you know, we're on each other's team

[ 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. ]

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Voice-testing Post what are titles wow

Voice-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

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Woes are fleeting, blows are glancing

[ 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. ]

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Demons abound

[ 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. ]

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Insert "Welcome to Night Vale" joke here

[ 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. ]

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pillow fort!

[ 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. ]

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!kia,
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the greatest love story ever told;

[ She had known. Both of them had known, that being aides to Prince Zen mean facing danger on all sides, at any given time. They had known that their first priority was their prince.

And yet, the amount of panic and anger that surges up when she sees Mitsuhide fall in the middle of a bandit attack is so sudden that Kiki almost stumbles from the overwhelming force of it. She doesn't, of course; there are too many attackers left standing, and while Zen has escaped with Shirayuki, her partner has fallen.

She doesn't bother to check on him, to verify how bad his injuries are. Instead, Kiki throws herself into the fight with renewed fervor, driving them all away from Mitsuhide, cutting them down in silent, angry slashes.

And when she's left standing, she staggers as quickly as she can, dropping to her knees beside Mitsuhide and automatically checking him for the worst of his injuries with slightly shaking fingers. Adrenaline, she tells herself. She'd be steady otherwise. ]

Answer me. Mitsuhide!

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they're basically the same canon anyway

[ It's been awhile since Jude's been more on Healing Duty than Fighting Duty, which might be an odd thing to happen to a medical student-- but his life had been a series of odd events lately, so Jude didn't find it all that strange. Right now, his attention was focused on casting Healer, eyes narrowed on Talim's injury and then flicking up to her face to make sure that she wasn't still in pain. ]

How does that feel?

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Something's brewing;

[ Kiki likes doing the rounds. It's better to move her legs and patrol, instead of having to stand in one corner of the room and watch Zen plow through his paperwork. Occasionally, she gets company. Shirayuki, sometimes, arms laden down with books or plants or both. Obi, balanced lightly on the balls of his feet, cheery and grating.

Mitsuhide, mostly. But she hadn't seen her partner for hours. Which could be concerning, but this was Mitsuhide, and if he'd disappeared, it most likely wasn't because he'd been attacked or kidnapped. He was probably focusing too hard on something, yet again.

But maybe she'll keep more of an eye out for him as she wanders. ]

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Scattering the roses;

[ it was a blur, one Sharon had tried to latch onto, because she needed to know what had happened. It hadn't been long since her bond with Equus had returned, and she knew they'd been headed to Sablier, but whether they had been close and the Abyss' effects had come into play or whether it had been something else... she couldn't say. She had felt a tug (to put it lightly), and before she could call out to Break, she fell.

And kept falling.

Had she still had her ribbon, she would have lost it to the force tossing her in every which direction, but she can't bring herself to think of that right now, when it feels like she can't draw a breath under the weight of this pressure.

Then, abruptly, it ends. She has enough awareness to register that much, at least, that everything hurts and that the ground is hot-- but with the promise of something solid and a last thought towards her family, she loses consciousness.

Sorry, citizens of Xian Du, please don't mind that limp, somewhat battered blonde figure on the ground as you go about your day. ]

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things I will never quit

[ so, Makoto may not be very good at video games. But one outing (date her mind had supplied, even though she'd turned pink just thinking about it) had led them to an arcade, and she'd thought to try and improve by doing a round of games.

... She hadn't been very good.

But that was before she'd seen the DDR systems in the corner.

Sorry, Makoto, your girlfriend is over there and enthusiastically trouncing her competition. It's been awhile since she's been able to just dance like this, and it shows. ]

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a tale of tales

[ WELP, Malik was lost. It was sort of embarrassing to think that he could become separated from a bunch of kids, but he at least had faith in their abilities to look after themselves. (Even if Asbel was... well, Asbel.)

These woods were totally unfamiliar, so there was nothing for it but to do his best to look for a sign of the others. ]

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Is there anyone out there 'cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe;

[ work, as she'd predicted, has been getting increasingly schedule-jamming. Not that Makoto minds, but in between work and studying and the few occasional moments of free time she could get with the other idols, it's been even harder to get the chance to see her... boyfriend (and she'll get used to thinking of him like that sooner or later, but it never fails to make her feel unusually shy).

Well, she'd reasoned, he had a training camp, so even if she'd had the time, he would have been gone anyway-- but that doesn't stop her from texting him, taking a breather from the rehearsal with Mami and Haruka to do so. ]

Hey! How'd the training camp go?

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I disturb my town;

[ with Makoto letting her know that he'd be close by her venue of work for the day, she'd thrown herself into the job with even more energy than her usual; the Producer had been awed and exhausted just watching her by the time it had ended.

She's just heading back to the car, pulling out her phone to call--

And that's when she hears a small, familiar voice. Ren...?

When she speeds up her steps, it's to find not just Makoto and his siblings, but some very disgruntled-looking high-school boys crowding them. ]

Hey--! What's going on?!

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It never rains in California

[ the weather had been nice on her end, when her last job of the day had wrapped up. And Makoto still had a good chunk of day left over, so after a call home to let her mother know where she'd be, and a text to her fellow Makoto to make sure it was okay, she'd hopped the train.

... And then it had started to rain.

A lot.

Luckily, she has a baseball cap this time, which helps, although once she's off the platform (and subsequent bus) and out in the weather, there's little hope for the rest of her staying dry in this downpour. Then the question became... where was she even supposed to find Makoto? Swimming practice couldn't happen, unless they had an indoor pool... should she ask around town? Was it that tiny of one? Or maybe she should just cave and call him. ]

I probably should... this weather isn't exactly making it easy to spot anyone.