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8 mos ago
Current "The echo of one's heart need not follow worldly principles. By the heat of passion, cold of apathy, light of cheer, and dark of grief. By Time and Space, be true."
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8 mos ago
For those waiting on me to respond, I will be writing things up over the weekend. Hang tight!
9 mos ago
Doing well, writing responses and such
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9 mos ago
Hello quite bored, I'm Echo!
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10 mos ago
Apologies for those waiting on replies from me, life has been hell this weekend. I will attempt to get things out by tomorrow night!
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Bio

Good morning/afternoon/evening!

If you are reading this, then for some reason you want to learn a little bit about the absolute anomaly that is me.

A few important things to note are:

- I am sometimes a bit slow for posting, though sometimes I will almost immediately respond.

- I have absolutely no interest in Romance. This has changed, but only for certain circumstances. It depends!

- I enjoy making very overcomplicated worlds to share with people, like you!

- I enjoy really heavy and psychological themes, but I will do lighter ones as well.

That's pretty much all I think you need to know, but if you want to you can send me a PM! I don't bite...
Mostly.

Most Recent Posts

May 16th, 20XX

Morning



Dawn breaks over the towering buildings of Neo-Tokyo, morning sunlight streaming through windows and reflecting through the opulent city like reflections in a mirror. People already populated the streets, the lifeblood of this place, ever-moving like a heart pumping blood throughout the body. Chatter radiates through the air, a steady pulse of the dark collective heart of the city.

If only they knew.

News plays on one of the large screens overlooking Shibuya Central Street, headlines playing non-stop. A feeling of darkness hung in the space, dispite the brilliant lights and bright sunlight.

Light cannot exist without darkness, and vice versa. Integral and innate balance.

The city seems to freeze, caught in time for merely a second, stretched into infinity.

Click. Clack.

The sound of The Masked Man's boots against the concrete pavement echoed, reverberating off the glass, walking past the humans caught in time around him. People who he knows the true sides of.

Monsters. All of them. Caught between the facade of normalcy, and following those around them blindly like sheep.

He kept walking. He had places to be, and didn't want to spend any more time than needed among these husks called humanity. Two of them were near, his chosen.

Cold and Dark... Let's see if we can pull a few strings, shall we? The other two will be more troublesome... Doesn't matter that the torii gates were sealed, it helped that humans were stupid enough to mass-produce the backdoor to the other realm. Human nature is such an interesting thing...

A gloved hand raised to his mask, as his form fractured and broke, returning the world to its normal flow. No one knew. No one cared. Typical.

@Baphomini@Kronshi@Girlie Go Boom





Cla-clack. Cla-clack.

The trains rhythmic travel was something she was familiar with, but that feeling of dread still stayed, her eyes glued to the window, the city blurring past as they passed, yet every tunnel, their reflection stared back.

That wasnt her.

She could feel something watching them, the dark felt like it was closing in, circling. It was like some kind of predator.

Like some kind of wolf.

Her eyes squeezed shut, waiting for something to happen... but nothing did. Opening their eyes again, she was greeted by the sunlight of the morning again, the strange reflection gone.

She was fine... right?
Next post is to be up by tonight <3
@Kronshi You will unlock your Afterimage forms once your characters accept them as their other selves, so yes, in the course of the story, you are free to reference them as part of the dream.
POSTED.


Click... Clack...

Click... Clack...
Click... Clack...


Mankind's hearts are easily warped.

He hoped this time wasn't a disappointment.

Voices call.


"It's your fault! I know it is!"

"Why do things like this happen to the innocent..."
"This just in, more suicides bring worry to all of Neo Tokyo with another death in the Akihabara District..."

"Is it... even worth it anymore..."

"Would anyone ever even care?


The man of a mask, shadowed by the image of Comedy and Tragedy, black tailcoat flowing behind him as his boots made echoing sounds through the darkness...

Visions of atrocities.

Blood.

Bodies.

Guns.

All forms of tainted memories drip and flow in the dark... Puddles of avarice.

All of it bled away as he approached a table. a list of names. Four contracts, Four names.

He never thought he would get this far. Now he just needed to set everything into motion...

It was time.
Kosuke.
Fubuki.
Chihiro.
Kiana.
Tohato


His eyes glinted in the shadow. This was going to be fun.


The contracts burned away in wisps of dark flame. He would look forward to this group's interactions... Now the first hurdle was getting them together. He turned on his heel, the table sinking into the shadow, loosing shape... consumed and enveloped by the darkness.

He needed to prepare. The predecessors were useless to him, he needed to make sure this wouldn't be a failure.


@Baphomini@Kronshi@Girlie Go Boom


Chihiro


Chihiro woke with a start, bolting upright in her bed. She was drenched in sweat... What the fuck just happened? Mind racing, heart hammering hard in her chest... That dream... it felt too real...

A tall man in a weird mask was at a table, he gave them a contract... her hand write her name on the dotted line before she could even think about it... She had heard that dreams were your brain processing the events of the day, but what the hell was that supposed to underline? She shook her head, trying to shake some kind of feeling of dread...

What was it supposed to mean...?
@Girlie Go Boom She is good to go, you can put her into the Character Tab.

It is time to let it begin.
Once @Girlie Go Boom finishes their CS, I will start on our 1st post
@Baphomini

Glad you like them! I decided to play off a flipped version of the concept of a "dark side", the Peace inclination only strengthened this idea, and I felt like you all needed someone who counteracts what's already going on with Kousuke and Fubuki.

Kate




The windows weren't exactly the clearest things in the world, waves of dust flying past the tainted glass, like ocean waves crashing against the chassis. The desert didn't feel like it was moving, other than the rumbling of the engine below. She knew they were approaching soon... couldn't necessarily say she was very happy about it, or her current situation in the slightest.

Kate sat near one of the many windows, there weren't many people for such a large bus... especially to where they were headed. Her eyes stayed to the bright and hot world outside, the bus didn't have any air conditioning at all. Feels like a fucking oven in here. Though, she figured she might as well get used to this... it was the middle of nowhere in the desert.

She fiddled with her fingers in her lap, her green eyes transfixed to the amber sand as it flew by, spirals looping and interweaving in her headspace...

She was no stranger to stress. In fact, it was like the next-door neighbor, the family friend that always knocks on your door every afternoon asking for a cup of sugar. At least if people even do that anymore. Now it's just creepy.

All she could think about was what would happen to her in this place. Some portion of her cognitive dissonance wanted to say that she belonged here, another said that she didn't. A larger part was guilty for what she did... what it did... The aching in her chest, the stitches she never remembered getting, the neckband- a collar more like -that was snug against her throat...

The bus began to slow, as a shadow was cast among the sand, something blocking out the sunlight, and considerably reducing the amount of pent up heat inside the air frier that was that transport bus. Her thoughts were drawn away, gaze shifting up.

A wall.

What exactly was she expecting?
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