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4 yrs ago
Current Boy, you're like a pizza cutter: all edge and no point.
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4 yrs ago
I think I should write a pithy roleplay about how an expenditure of effort does not entitle you to your perception of an equivalent reward. Anyone know someone who'd be interested?
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5 yrs ago
Okay, let's be honest for a second here, if we stop the status bar from being edgy angst land it really doesn't have anything going for it except sheer autism.
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6 yrs ago
Does anyone know where you can get a white trilby embroidered with threatening messages? Asking for a friend.
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6 yrs ago
My genius truly knows no bounds. Only an intellect as glorious as mine can possibly G3T K1D.
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Could you give me an idea of the varying military strengths of the different villages?

I'm fairly certain, that as an aggressive military leader, outright war is going to be a viable option for me to pursue. c:
You might want to read her before blindly accepting her. xD

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“Oh, my little insect… I did not become King by caring for the concerns of peasants.” Yaves laughed as he walked past Kimlee, her body following suit. His plans would come to fruition before he even considered negotiating with Kimlee. The prospect of freedom was something that intrigued him, definitely, but it was hardly on his priority list. He had his own city from which, if he really wanted, he could likely conquer the world - and the fact that outsiders had finally found Rebena meant that the residual magic Rinkoo had left years ago had faded.

“Hurry along now, or Eien will be the first to die to the one you know as Byakko.”

With that threat, the Ghost King dematerialised into the mist, and Kimlee’s body began its mindless walk through the city of Rebena. It would take a little while to arrive at its destination - enough to give Kimlee time to warn her friends… That was, if she could find them before Yaves’ plans came to fruition.
“You may called me Yaves, though that name will mean nothing to you, my little insect… But it is a shame you have chosen to test my generosity. I need only your body, but it seems her ideals have rubbed off on you. How noble.” the Ghost King retorted, bellowing with the same malicious laugh as he had before. With a simple snap of his fingers, Kimlee would find her connection to her body completely gone, and the sensation of its flesh would leave her memory almost instantly. She would feel cold, and alone, but the feeling of liberation that she had felt earlier would stay with her. The Ghost King might have killed her flesh, but he was, for some reason known only to him, keeping her spirit very much real. She was now a Ghost, much like him.

“Have a taste of my power, my little insect… I’m sure you’re familiar with the Eldritch Chains that Ghost-type Natrelmon use, yes? That power is now yours - a gift to help you accommodate your new form. You may leave my mausoleum, now. I will be taking your body for a ride.” He added, dismissing the Eldritch Chains blocking the door as Kimlee’s body rose up, as if it were alive and well again.

“You can gather your friends, my little insect, and guide them to the Garden. As a Ghost, my mist will not affect you unless I will it.”
“A lost insect wandered into the web of the spider…” the voice would echo out before breaking into a malicious laughter, each syllable echoing in the chamber and seemingly being directed at Kimlee herself. The experience, in her frightened state, would likely bring even more tears from her eyes and make her already dire situation worse.

“But you have the stink of magic upon you… Yes, I can sense that you have died before. Are you here to join me, little insect? No… No… That magic… It reminds me of… Of…” He began, before stopping and almost sniffing the air - almost instantly he was gone, a mere blue of shadows, before he reappeared directly in front of Kimlee, starting directly at her. The look of contented malice that he had worn before was very much gone, replaced with fury.

“Her. Rinkoo brought you back and you dare step in MY REALM?” The Ghost King screeched, the aura of malice quickly being replaced by one of anger unlike anything Kimlee had experienced in her life. Rage was something that only grew over time, like a twisted and gnarled root, deep within the psyche. After the Ghost King’s millennia of time holding on to rage, it had grown into a veritable thicket inside his very being, ready to burst out and engulf the world at the slightest mention.

The Ghost King raised his hand, as if to strike Kimlee with the full force of his magic, but suddenly stopped - as if suppressing his rage - though the chains that bound her began to tighten, cutting not into her flesh, but into her soul. The pain would be severe, and it would only grow as the Ghost King started to speak again, lowering his voice back to the cool, malicious tone it normally took.

“Such transgressions must be punished, my little insect… But I will redeem you and set you free from Rebena if you do one little thing for me. I want you to find what the one you call Night is looking for, a tree deep within the Garden of Souls… And when you reach that tree, my little insect, I want you to call for me. You will offer up the body of another for me to inhabit and I will return you…” He began, before snapping his fingers. The chains wrapped around Kimlee’s body would immediately tighten and drag Kimlee to the ground, though her soul would remain very much standing and free of both her body and the chains.

“… To your body, and you will be free to leave. In fact, if you so choose, I will permanently separate you from your body and teach you the ways of the Ghosts… But something tells me that Eien will miss you, my little insect, so do hurry with your decision. I will not be generous for long.”
It would take Kimlee a surprisingly long time to get to her newfound destination, the very centre of the ruined city of Rebena - Rebena te Ra. As she approached the massive mausoleum that was her destination, she would notice the ghosts of people she knew were dead looking back at her from the deepest folds of the mist. Ancestors, friends, family… Even people she had seen in the Void where she had resided for a while - though she knew, beneath the trance that had gripped her body and mind, that that was impossible. Friendly face after friendly face would give her a warm smile as she continued to trudge towards the imposing structure, as if she had won a prize and was being congratulated by crowds of adoring fans, as if she were finally reaching her final destiny. In some regards, reaching her final destiny may have been the appropriate thing to say.

As she got closer to the centre, her movements would gradually slow, as if her body was trying to fight the strange compulsions that were gripping it, and the friendly faces would reveal themselves to be what they truly were - Ghost-type Natrelmon of all varieties, looking at her expectantly. An Elbedin and a Naachi were there to usher the chosen one into the Mausoleum, floating passively beside her as she ascended the stone-cut staircase that would bring her to a massive set of stone doors. At her touch, the doors would glow a faint purple and creak open, leaving behind incomprehensible symbols and images that would eventually burn themselves into Kimlee’s mind as the continued down the long corridor.

On each side of the narrow space were sarcophagi, the entombed inhabitants of the city, impassive watching her beneath cold, stone eyes - though if she looked at them, perhaps she would see the souls of those trapped inside, crying out for her in vain. It was too late for her, now - and it was highly unlikely that if she died, she would get the proper burial they had. As a medium, Kimlee would sense the pity and anxiety of the many spirits around her, but that would be overwhelmed as she walked into the central chamber by a feeling of malice unlike anything she had felt before. Where the Void that she had been in before was full of a cold emptiness, the sensations offered up by this chamber were almost angry, angry and full of the direst contempt imaginable.

What Kimlee would see before her would be the King of Ghosts, the Primordial Ghost himself, swathed in a spectral black and staring directly at her. As soon as she came into his view, the caress of Eldritch Chains would be upon her, wrapping around her small frame and completely blocking off the passage that she had most recently travelled through.

“You disturb ashes that none have touched for so long…” the Ghost King spoke, though the voice did not come from his mouth, but rather resonated throughout the entire room, as if it was a cacophony of a hundred thousand screaming souls desperately attempting to communicate with her simultaneously.

“Why have you come to my city?”
Itsuki felt the feeling of dread hit him the second he walked into the mist. Not only was his vision impaired, but he could feel the presence of malevolent spirits within the area around him. It was a highly unpleasant situation to be in, and it was most certainly not a place he would re-enter as soon as they achieved whatever it was Night had been hoping to achieve.

Itsuki began whispering a chant as he gingerly stepped forwards into the mist, and before long a globe of white fire burned fiercely within Itsuki’s hand, offering a little more light with which to see. The presence of the fire also soothed his nerves a little, though it was of very limited efficacy when it came to making him feel better about the ruined city he had just entered. He turned to look around him, almost hoping to see sunlight, but was greeted only by Chyou, Kimlee and the ever-present caress of the mist.

“We should… Try to find the boundaries of the city… The way the mist fell as we were approaching made it look like there were four quadrants, and we all came in through this one… But I have no idea where the others are, even though they were just here…” Itsuki began, his calm tone beginning to falter a little as the terror that the mist brought on began to set in.

“Night?!”

“Samuel?!”

“Eien? EIEN?!”

And all that came back from the mist was echoes, Ituski’s own voice reflected back at him multiple times over. The group was truly alone, now - and even the telepathic connection that they were supposed to have with the other groups seemed to fail him. Each group was, at this point, well and truly isolated.
The dense fog that covered Rebena would, as time went on, inspire a feeling of dread within all who dared to enter its confines, and of those who already had, perhaps it was already kicking in. The ancient city seemed almost to stir at the introduction of new life, of new prey to feed upon…

The party had entered through a ruined wall before they split into the three groups they were currently in, and through completely unknown means, they had each been moved to a separate sector each, or at least, at the entrance to one of the sectors.

Samuel, Night and Rook would soon find themselves stood in front of a great wall, completely black, with a massive foreboding gate blocking their entry into the next room. Though the mist engulfed the three of them and wove its spell of terror on them, that sensation was nothing before that which they would experience looking at the gate that blocked their path. Samuel in particular would feel dread unlike anything he had experienced before in his life - the sensation just from looking at the gate would be worse than anything he had experienced in the Destruction of Toran, and as he continued to stare at it he would notice pale yellow eyes staring back at him. First from the left, in the periphery of his sight, and then from his right, just beyond his range of focus. Before long, he would see more pairs of eyes glimpsing out at him. Before he could move, or even register a cry for help, he would find himself alone in the mist with neither Rook nor Night there to console him as a massive Yata-Garasu flew directly at him, cawing loudly as it did so, before it was joined by another, and another, and another until his entire vision was filled with the flurry of black feathers and bloodcurdling caws that become more and more like human speech as the onslaught continued.

“Death is all that awaits you here.”

“Toran was your fault. You should have stopped them.”

“You’re no better than Galven.”

“You couldn’t beat Takai. You will never beat Takai. You should have died there that day.”

And then it was over, and he would find himself exactly where he was earlier, staring at the gate as he had been for the past few moments. Whatever his reaction to the ordeal, it would likely not be something he could keep to himself for long.
Itsuki was one of the few that knew of Eien’s abilities to make portals, and one of fewer still who knew how exactly they were made and under what circumstances that ability was attained. It was not the largest secret in the world, but it was a secret that, in its own way, had helped the bond of trust between the pair develop more closely than it might have done otherwise. As Itsuki reemerged in Orin, his first thought was how uncomfortable the people using the portal for the first time must have felt - it was a unique experience that he had only barely managed to get acquainted with himself, and it was also something that practically none of the others could have been expecting. He imaged the sensations running through some people’s bodies were quite unpleasant.

The air of Orin was almost brittle with how cold it was (at least compared to Toran), and it felt almost as if any sudden movement would break the icy tension and cause an avalanche of cold. Sakura-oh, Sagralia, Mujin, Mythari and Lunaclay had all been released from their relics in anticipation of the events that were about to unfold - at the very least it would be a chances to get a glimpse into the most ancient past of Nerta, and at best… There could be anything there, from ancient relics like the Daybreak Coronet a tome had guided him to recently, or… Anything. The possibilities were infinite.

As Saibrah came up behind him, Itsuki simply nodded as the two made contact and turned to face his friend.

“We’ve both been very busy, I suppose.” he replied, a lot more sombre than he had been in the past - his recent spiritual transformation would likely come as a great shock to Saibrah as soon as he realised precisely what had happened - but the shock would perhaps give way to more pleasant emotions in time. For now, there was no time for the catharsis that a long chat would provide - everyone was at Orin for a singular purpose and that purpose was to find whatever Night’s tome promised.

Before he set out to leave with Eien, Kimlee and Saibrah, Itsuki walked over to the arguably most potent-looking trainer of the other group, Song Chyou, and presented to her a crystalline feather created by the Daybreak Coronet. It was flawless in form and extraordinarily beautiful, even more so for being bathed in the fiery light of the Atrixus perched on her shoulder.

“This feather will give you the ability to telepathically contact me any time - and if you encounter hostile magicks, its power can be invoked to create a ring of energy that will prevent the entry or exit of any hostile spells or Natrelmon moves temporarily. You look like the most competent person in the group, and if you’re a friend of Eien’s you’re a friend of mine.”

The words needed no extra explanation, especially given that Chyou could contact Itsuki in the future by telepathy, and with that Itsuki turned to leave. He’d have liked to have spent more time with Saibrah before they set off, but they had the journey to engage in small talk. For now, preparations had to be made so they could set off and actually find what they were looking for.
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