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sylin city parliament cordially invite you to attend the second annual masquerade ball in order to stave off the dreariness of the season! refreshments will be provided, and formal attire is required. please leave your weaponry at home and dance the night away! ...however, this year not all is as it seems. it appears someone has placed a riddle on the back of the invitations. who-- or what-- could have done this, and why?
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late at night, they think and wonder about the general power imbalance seemingly ingrained in the way people think, even people that are not necessarily people in the standard definition of being human. they remember the missions in the dirty grit of the city, the underbelly of mythril, the place that makes them wonder if there isn't a sweet smelling perfume masking the scent of this place and makes them think: 'when will the perfume become too cloying to handle?'
standing tall in the tunnels of the subway, adilah is almost certain that this mission will be one of the memories that keeps them up at night.
“body won’t make it to your morgue if it was me, detective.” roam flashes one of her sly smiles. coming across as a jest, it was hardly that. the thought paints an amusing picture, though. imagine a gutted, half-eaten deer on the metal tables of a human hospital. that’s just ridiculous.
Mew wanted to reach a hand out to touch at the bandages on the human's face. Though it felt like maybe that would have been a bit rude. So instead it took a risk and made itself known. Dropping its invisibility and transforming its shape at the same time. No longer did it look like a Mew but rather a Misdreavus.
it seemed that God only brought important people into your life, only to snatch them away. “Ahhah, I get it. This rotten place doesn’t deserve you anyway,” he exhaled heavily, resting a palm atop her head. he’d tried not to be selfish with her, he really had. however, he felt the resentment growing inside him, and he couldn’t hide it from her…even though he really wished he could. “Live a long an’ happy life?~ I guess, I’ve got eternity t'find ‘happiness’...migh’ as well give't a shot,” he chuckled, nudging her jokingly. “So, you’re here t’say, ‘good-bye’?” he swallowed, suddenly finding that his mouth had gone dry.
hands swap device and mug. icy air nips greedily at fingertips, hungry for the warmth they’ve soaked up. she trades for a wave of nostalgia. the swish of legs wading through leaves as a neighbor walks their dog below, the rattle of naked branches above, the windy taste of approaching winter. one place in particular breezes to the forefront of her memory. her cheeks are tense and lifted, stringing up a soft smile.
All my attempts to rp end in failure, so now I'm a solo act.
Evan went a bit pale and quickly unwrapped one of the candies. "Oh honey...you did this for me?" And to think she'd thought Minerva was a cutter. "You made me these with your own blood." Evan's vision blurred as a smile crept upon her face. "That's the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me...usually they'd just buy the lollipops straight out."
Did that player just ask the larger one to unhand that mob? That thing looked like a mini-boss. Why on Earth would they want that thing loose? [break][break] He swallowed hard at the thought of rushing into a boss fight unprepared, making mental notes to carry more healing items next time around. Hopefully, the hooded player was right and it simply wanted to talk. It’s not like it hadn’t happened before.
Less of a post and more of a info blurb I finished writing up that I'm really proud of.
Pokémon of myth, creatures so rarely seen that they are often thought of as make believe. Illusionary and illusive these mysterious Pokémon don't often venture forth from there hiding spots. They have, however, been known to do so when the world finds itself facing dire circumstances. In these rare occasions the mythical Pokémon seek out trainers, individuals that have something that set them apart from the rest of the pack. These special trainers have appeared throughout the history of the world. Some have been brave heroes fighting against the odds, and others have been tyrants seeking to control and dominate. Whatever the reason the appearance of these chosen trainers and the mythical Pokémon that accompany them signify a change in the balance of the world. The exact criteria the mythical Pokémon use when selecting a chosen trainer is unknown. What is known that those chosen have the power to fight against destiny itself.
there's no grandstanding. just simple, fundamental basics. they should at least be able to do that, right? sure enough, no name bounds forward. the little eevee charges in a straight line, patiently running across the entire field at a mediocre pace. all this to just throw itself at the opponent.
He pulled his knees close to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. He felt like that little kid he used to be all those years ago. The one who had watched his mother and father burn before his very eyes. He was weak back then and he was still just as weak now. He could feel the full weight of the worlds problems collapse onto him. It was crushing his soul.
"I miss you so much Cherise. I'm so lost without you, and this whole mess feels like my fault. If only I had been stronger, if only I had been smarter, and if only I had been more prepared. Then I could have saved everyone...I could have saved you"