Entropsy

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However unfortunate it might be, Tatsuya Shiba's efforts would prove fruitless. The materials of the pocket dimension they were trapped in didn't bend to the same rules his world did, and rather than the dissolved materials staying static, the scattered matter of the wall bent inward on itself. With it, the painting of Caesar vanished--was sucked in?--and a strange vacuum pulled on Tatsuya's clothes. For a moment, it seemed as if the wall was about to suck him in, but it must have changed its mind. It belched at him before solidifying.

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What the hell should we call you? I'z be Ghazghkull Mag Uruk Thraka, humie. De bez der eva waz! De prof- proper- prophek- humie words confuz me. WAAAGH! ---

Ghazghkull

SgtEasy

HE"S BEAUTIFUL ACCEPTED!!! CAN JOX MARRY HIM?

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Can I have some feedback? If you don't mind :)

SgtEasy

Yeah you can, I was away.

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Guys, wait for two or three people to post in between your IC posts.

The Underground II (Closed once filled)

Why flipping tables?

Mtntopview

Life is short. Gotta live while I can.

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ok. well, then just in case you do approve having two or three characters, the CS's will still be there waiting. :P

arowne97

If no one else decides to join you can play them, don't worry about it. I don't think anyone else is going to but I wanna make sure.

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What the hell should we call you? "My name is Hakuno Kishinami" --- What the hell should we call you? "I will only answer you because I absolutely must. My name is Gilgamesh, mongrel."

arowne97

Sorry man, no double/triple characters for a few days. I wanna make sure that if anyone else wants to join there'll be room for them.

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The portrait of a man in a frayed jacket, the peaceful expression of Ophelia carved onto his fair face, the blue rose clutched in his folded hands, it all might mean nothing to you. It might mean everything to girl in red.

Entropsy

You are an amazing person xD

XxLyraxX

I was trying so hard ty <3

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"W....whatever you're doing, kid, I don't think it's gonna make a difference. Maybe you should take a closer look at the picture before you do anything rash?" The Joxter balked at the young man and his drawn weapons. What was wrong with humans, anyways?

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The paintings did indeed emit a thick, uncomfortable aura of distaste, as if they detested the eyes that viewed them. There's more to them than this sickening, malicious intent, however. If you were, by any chance, to take a closer look at the paintings on the walls, you might recognize scenes from books or movies or television programs that you've viewed at some point in your lifetime. It might Moby Dick, or Sherlock Holmes, or even Santa Claus. One might depict an historical event, as in a portrait of Martin Luther King Jr., or the assassination of Caesar. However, they might not recognize the scenes at all. Yet still, the paintings seemed normal. Until your eye catches the oddball. The one that's someone you know--a girl you've talked to in school, your father, your brother. A scene personal to yourself....or at least, you thought it was. And on top of this, what's flesh and blood to one in this room is ink and paper to another. Your mother might just be a dead character in a good book to the man standing next to you. The portrait of a man in a frayed jacket, the peaceful expression of Ophelia carved onto his fair face, the blue rose clutched in his folded hands, it all might mean nothing to you. It might mean everything to girl in red. Have you ever thought you were living in a storybook?

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The Joxter gave a curt nod to the girl before addressing the crowd again with an expressive, half-joking frown. "So, we've a Darkhunter, a Joxter, and a Mizn what's-it gadget. Are the rest of you going to go nameless while you bicker? I'd like to get out of here, if it's all the same to you, and that might be easier if we were talking to each other. Say, for example," He flicked his wrist in the general direction of the young women who'd just made herself into a lioness (strange behavior). "What might we call you, lovely miss?" His words were confident but he wasn't feeling it as much as he usually would. To be honest, he was beginning to think he'd noticed something deeply disturbing about the paintings in the exhibit, and it was making him extremely uncomfortable. He didn't fancy staying there much longer than he had to.