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fracturarpg2020-04-10 02:46 pm
fracturamods) wrote in fracturarpg2020-04-10 02:46 pm
Entry tags:
- ! intro,
- ! mingle,
- - the space,
- ash carbide,
- baren kumou,
- beauregard lionett,
- chuuya nakahara,
- elizabeth darling,
- futaba sakura,
- grimnir,
- hajime ichinose,
- hua cheng,
- hunter,
- iris amicitia,
- iris lana armelia,
- itaru chigasaki,
- izumi sena,
- jiang cheng,
- lan wangji,
- leo tsukinaga,
- liu qingge,
- okuni kumou,
- ookurikara,
- royce melborn,
- sasuke uchiha,
- senri nito,
- shen qingqiu,
- shigure,
- shinobu kocho,
- takaomi shishimaru,
- tsukasa suou,
- utsutsu miya,
- wei wuxian,
- wen ning,
- xie lian
[mingle] the space (april).
interim mingle
( WELCOME BACK, TRAVELERS. )
There's nothing but the clatter of train tracks, and the odd feeling of almost floating.
When you wake, it's hard to tell exactly what it is that you're missing - only that you are. There are pieces that aren't quite right, even if you're not sure where those pieces would normally be. Pieces of what, exactly....? Well, if you had to put a word to it, it would be - yourself, probably. Or did you get something back recently? In addition, characters will find that they've been allowed to bring back souvenirs from this most recent trip - trinkets, nothing violent, but items that can fit in your character's pockets, whether that be sentimental or otherwise.
The place you've found yourself in is strange, certainly. It's probably worth exploring a bit. For those who have been here a while, they might notice some expansions. Though it just as easily seems that the only form of welcome or explanation that you have, comes from nothing more than a slab of marble.
It might've changed since the last time you saw it. Today it reads:
You might have changed since the last time you saw yourself too - perhaps with a new emblem on your clothes, or a portrait on your skin. In addition to that, it seems like Home Base is on the fritz again…?
It seems that suddenly and at random, characters will be able to suddenly see visions of memories that aren't their own flash before their eyes. Pieces of your lives or where you were before this will suddenly slam into other's heads, as clearly as if they experienced the event and the feelings themselves. You might have an inkling of where your memory went and what it was - but you'll need to talk it out with that person in order to recollect it in all its strength back to yourself. Don't you want to keep those precious parts of yourself? It's best if you don't fall more to pieces while you're here. (Memories that have been lost in fragments cannot be sent to others - that's more fun for the future!)
There's no need to fret that much though. You've already gone through the ordeal once, and you might be able to see results from it. Or maybe you'll get a glimpse of where you're going next. Even so, it's best that you don't get too comfortable, because there is still the unshakeable feeling:
There's still much more ahead of you.
When you wake, it's hard to tell exactly what it is that you're missing - only that you are. There are pieces that aren't quite right, even if you're not sure where those pieces would normally be. Pieces of what, exactly....? Well, if you had to put a word to it, it would be - yourself, probably. Or did you get something back recently? In addition, characters will find that they've been allowed to bring back souvenirs from this most recent trip - trinkets, nothing violent, but items that can fit in your character's pockets, whether that be sentimental or otherwise.
The place you've found yourself in is strange, certainly. It's probably worth exploring a bit. For those who have been here a while, they might notice some expansions. Though it just as easily seems that the only form of welcome or explanation that you have, comes from nothing more than a slab of marble.
It might've changed since the last time you saw it. Today it reads:
(*´ω｀)o That wasn't so bad, was it?
Hey, you know how that old song goes?
Do you believe in magic? (☆▽☆) Do ya?
Hope you found what you were looking for!
You might have changed since the last time you saw yourself too - perhaps with a new emblem on your clothes, or a portrait on your skin. In addition to that, it seems like Home Base is on the fritz again…?
It seems that suddenly and at random, characters will be able to suddenly see visions of memories that aren't their own flash before their eyes. Pieces of your lives or where you were before this will suddenly slam into other's heads, as clearly as if they experienced the event and the feelings themselves. You might have an inkling of where your memory went and what it was - but you'll need to talk it out with that person in order to recollect it in all its strength back to yourself. Don't you want to keep those precious parts of yourself? It's best if you don't fall more to pieces while you're here. (Memories that have been lost in fragments cannot be sent to others - that's more fun for the future!)
There's no need to fret that much though. You've already gone through the ordeal once, and you might be able to see results from it. Or maybe you'll get a glimpse of where you're going next. Even so, it's best that you don't get too comfortable, because there is still the unshakeable feeling:
There's still much more ahead of you.
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Someone's gotta fucking stand up to you and I know he won't do it. So you get to deal with me.
my journal expired in the middle of this tag
Maybe that is what triggers it.
Someone lights a flare in front of her eyes, blinding white, and then she is a young man hunched over a table with a toddler on his thigh, one arm wrapped around the toddler's back. The leg bounces rhythmically, and his--her hands are painstakingly plucking black seeds out of a gritty treat. Watermelon. She feels like a mess.
It's a tedious task made easier because the pieces have to be small. The toddler wails and waves its fat, wrinkled arms. A boy, familiar. Dark hair, just enough to be pulled into a sad top knot, and a red dot between the brows. But what's more familiar is the red, wet, distressed face.
A-Ling, she says tiredly to him. Here.
There's a lot of love, and a lot of sadness. She feels both of them at the same time. A heavy exhaustion settled over both. A tired man having to be a caretaker when he doesn't know the first thing about children, about love like this. The last time he can remember getting a hug, his mother was leaving him to go to her death. One of the few hugs he ever got, and it was too little too late.
She pushes the watermelon at Jin Ling's mouth who only stops long enough to be confused, face still puckered. Reluctantly, Jin Ling accepts the treat, but not at the expense of a sharp chomp on her finger. It really hurts! Who allowed babies to be so powerful?!
Ow, A-Ling! she barks, and the baby giggles about this. The nerve. Don't just laugh about your uncle's suffering! Look at your face now, it's a mess. Her voice softens. You cry so often. What am I going to do with you, A-Ling? I can't bring them back...
When it ends, Jiang Cheng jerks back and away like he's been hit with Zidian, releasing Beau completely.]
the universe was telling you to stop
the memory feels so intensely personal that she's uncomfortable by the end of it. jin ling as a baby, and the man in front of her as a conflicted, concerned uncle. it's not that she didn't think he was capable of soft emotions - he must be, or jin ling wouldn't put up with it. there's always something to draw you back in.
it feels gross. it feels like - something she can't reach, she can't remember what it was that she was so angry about, there was... something. something she experienced? something someone else experienced? it doesn't matter.
beau's fists clench again. she stays where she is, swallowing hard. ]
That makes it even worse. [ she says, sharply. ] You want to take care of him, and you still make it so that he fucking flinches when other people raise their hands around him.
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He can't believe Jin Ling flinches.] Why are people raising their hands to him?! [Nevermind he does; his defense is quick and hot hearing this.]
He doesn't listen! [If Beau truly knows Jin Ling, she has to know this.] He doesn't listen to anything I tell him! He runs off without thinking, without any plan, without telling anyone!
If somethings happens to him, I--!
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That's not how you show people you love them, you stupid asshole, you -- [ and she's interrupted.
she's standing on the stairs in an obnoxiously fancy mansion. she's looking up at jin ling - he's looking up at jin ling, carrying a bundle of sticks in his arms with a defensive look. and when jin ling turns and runs, beau sighs, sinking down against the wall, rubbing at her face. try harder, she tells herself. this isn't working. you're not going to get his trust this way.
there's a pause, as the memory ends, and then, tiredly: ]
He fucking loves you. Treat him better.
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You don--
[He doesn't have time to say anything. A memory, wow not his own for once, slaps him in the face. It's--well, briefly, terrible. He remembers what it had felt like to forget Jin Ling completely, and then again remember. Admittedly, he has missed the sound of Jin Ling's voice. The pitch that's very much Jin Zixuan, but the lilt that's very much his sister, Yanli.
Beneath the feeling of being Beau (which is not as horrifically disorienting as he'd have liked), he can also feel his eyes sting. Jin Ling takes up for him even though he is so awful at parenting ninety percent of the time. He can't even find the strength to be angry at Beau, to be worried about what Jin Ling has in his arms.]
A-Ling...
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I do know. [ beau says, stubbornly. ] I saw how you treat him. Just like how this happened. He's a good kid. He struggled with trying to figure out how to connect to people the whole fucking time, and I didn't get how he worked until it was too late to do anything about it.
But when we get out of here, you're gonna be seeing a lot of me and him, and you can fucking do better.
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You don't know... anything about us! [It's defensive only because this is all so fucking wild. Giving away a memory and then taking one--receiving one?] You don't know anything about A-Ling!
Don't touch him. And don't come near Lotus Pier.
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Fuck you, I'll go where I want. And I'll have backing from the Nies.
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[The Nies... Huaisang? His face melts from confusion to recognition.]
Sect Leader Nie? Nie Huiasang. Why would he back you?
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Nie Huaisang and I are going to run the Nie Sect when I get the fuck out of this place. So you better get used to this.
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He actually honest to god LAUGHS, but it's not a nice laugh at all. Clearly, above all else that's fucking wild and stupid here in this place, in his life, this is by far the stupidest thing he's ever heard in his life.]
Don't be ridiculous. Sect Leader Nie would have to marry you if that was the case.
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she just like. gives him a look? like. yes, that is the implication that she's getting at, jiang cheng. congratulations you're the first mdzs that she's told. ]
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You can't be serious. Sect Leader Nie would never be that stupid.
[actually
now that he thinks about it
a-sang would absolutely be that stupid]
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Fuck you, what's that supposed to mean?
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[For what it's worth, Nie Mingjue would absolutely approve of someone like Beau, as unfortunate as it would be for ever other sect.
But it isn't as if they would ever go up against someone like Nie Mingjue anyway, had the man still been alive.]
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