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fracturarpg2020-04-10 02:46 pm
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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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I-it's okay. It's not all his fault.
[he might not be the biggest fan of jc, but things... sure happened.]
I hope he doesn't give you too much trouble.
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Anyway. Enough about him, I'll kick his ass later. It's - weird, that I got scooped up into another place that is so similar. Like, you guys know the guys I do. What are the chances of that?
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[he shakes his head, there, hands clasped in front of him to keep from fidgeting.]
Before we were brought here, I-- I wouldn't have thought it was possible to meet people from other worlds at all.
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[ she feels like pacing. maybe she'll pace. ] The fucking murder mansion wasn't even really that weird, like it's basically just a big mimic with a big brain. Like a mimic and a hag had a baby.
I hope time's standing still outside of here. I promised I was gonna keep in touch. [ she holds onto the necklace again with a sigh. ]
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[he was pulled from a very inopportune time... if it's not standing still they'll have a lot of problems?]
What's a mimic, though...?
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[imagine sitting down and then your chair fucking eats you? mdzs world has some wild things, but wow.]
It's... a relief to know you were all able to handle something of that size.
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Yeah, guess so. I've fought some crazy shit, but... that was the worst one. [ pace pace pace ] Okay, so let me get your thoughts on this one. What kind of shit do we usually lose, here? Like obviously I'm not going to be able to remember if I've forgotten stuff.
Is it all memories? Is it powers? I think I still have my ki, I don't feel like, shut off from it.
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[he doesn't really want to explain being dead, so he's just... dodging around this one.]
I didn't have my core when I arrived either though, or my sword-- those were both returned to me.
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That's good, though, that you got that shit back. Your core's important. [ she knows things! ] Can you do the surfing thing too? With your sword.
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[he blinks at the term, but there's only one thing he can really think of that people have been surprised by, when it comes to their swords.]
Oh-- using it for flight? I can, I'm just... a little bit rusty, to be honest.
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[ grumble. ]
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[he hasn't tried it yet, but you know, it's good practice.]
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[she looks so excited, he can't possibly say no? now he just has to not fuck it up, carefully drawing the sword from its sheath and focusing; when he lets go, it leaves his hands to hover low to the ground.]
I'm more used to a bow than a sword, b-but I can still manage flying, at least...
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it's like half an hour of hunter and jin ling bitching at each other while beau tries to mediate. jin ling is a peacock. hunter's a zombie. beau's a zombie bird - wow i didn't realize how funny that is until right this second. they argue about a body in front of them, a can of snakes explodes and scares the shit out of jin ling, who fluffs his feathers out and screams. and then they all talk about how they're sad to the doll before the doll's eyes snap open and the memory ends with all three of these idiots screaming.
hm. beau pauses. ]
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[the strange doll, the-- everything. his brow's furrowed a little as he peers closer at beau, because she seems... perfectly normal, right now; on the other hand, jin ling was just some sort of peacock? what? what.]
Young master Jin was a bird...? Did things like this... happen often?
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Things like what, people turning into animals? Kinda? One week we couldn't sleep at all. Another week our limbs just came off and ran away. It was all stupid.
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[a little shake of his head. murder mansion sounds Wild.]
Young master Jin was with you and... and Hunter? [a little confusion, there, because he's met hunter here? what is going on.] And the two of them were arguing, while you were trying to assist... what looked like some sort of mannequin.
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So we had these... games, I guess? That the master of the house would have us play. If we won, we'd get prizes that'd help us with various things. So I got volunteered to do one of those with the boys, and it was basically just me trying to make sure they didn't kill each other.
[ grumble. ] Jin Ling and Hunter didn't get along.
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[his brow furrows, there, frowning a little.]
But it did sound like... you got through to him, at least a little?
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Whatever I managed to do in the House will help when I finally end up where I was supposed to be fucking going.
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[his head tilts slightly-- he thinks that might be good, really. just from this meeting so far, he thinks he likes her well enough, that she's not someone he would mind running into there.]
I think it will. He seems like he could use more people in his life who-- who are trying to help.
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You might see me there too. I don't know if you'll know me, since I've already run into people I know not knowing me here, so. Universes are confusing and messy.
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[considering... well. that if he's back home, he'll likely be a corpse again. he frowns slightly at the thought, though he doesn't offer an explanation.
fortunately (or unfortunately for him), there's memshare! this one, she'll find... partially familiar.
the temple is a place she's seen, after all, and nie mingjue is a corpse she's seen. he appears to have his sights set on jin ling and jiang cheng-- jiang cheng shoves jin ling behind him, but they're up against a wall, and there's nowhere else for them to go. jiang cheng looks injured, not in much of a condition to fight someone like nie mingjue, and fierce corpses are fast; it looks, for a moment, like there's no way to stop what's about to happen.
but there's a blur of motion, from her perspective, and a moment later she's looking down at the pair of cultivators. there's no pain, strangely enough, only the distinct sense of an intense and body-shaking impact, one that leaves her so shaken she can't speak or breathe.
then again, she hasn't taken a breath or even blinked since this memory began. there's no sense of needing air, no reflexive gasping for it despite the fact that there's now a corpse's arm clearly punched through her chest-- there's no blood. something blackened and crumbling falls to the floor instead, and she steadily removes the arm through her, the chains at her wrists clinking, before slumping forward.
they don't push her heavy body away. jiang cheng looks like he's bluescreening, and jin ling-- jin ling is in tears.
as the memory fades, wen ning blinks and steps back, aware enough of what it means to feel like something's missing-- and he definitely looks a little nervous.]
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