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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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ON THE OTHER HAND, ]
Good luck, sir. I'll keep my distance as to not get in your way - I'm a rather ordinary human.
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and slowly walks back out a few minutes later, sopping wet and smelling vaguely of citrus.]
...Yes. Well. I've confirmed the seal is intact.
[He clears his throat and attempts to dramatically flip his cape, which just ends up flapping wetly against his back.]
Excellent job, uh, bearing witness! It was your belief in me that granted me the power to succeed!
[Good job, team??]
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I'm happy to have helped. Would you like assistance in drying off as well?
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That is something I can do without any help! Behold!
[True to his word, a strong blast of air happens out of nowhere, concentrated solely on Grimnir himself, akin to the world's largest and most forceful hand dryer. He's dry in the span of about a minute, and his cape isn't even sagging pathetically with the weight of the water soaked into it anymore!]
Such a feat is easy for me, the...
[As he puts his hand up to the side of his head to pose, he freezes, suddenly realizing that his hair is sticking up all over the place as the natural result of being blowdried so violently.]
...D-Do you happen to have a comb, or something...?
[His voice has gone from booming and boisterous to quiet and panicked in the span of a few seconds.]
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Not exactly, but... [ ... ] Come here.
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I'm sure a brush or something similar would be fine too! You think maybe I should start carrying something like that around...? I never gave it much thought until I was suddenly hanging out with mortals!
[But now he wants to look cool all the time...it's a struggle.]
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[ She is usually shorter than most people she meets so i see no reason for this to differ now, but she's going to reach up and just. run her fingers through his hair to fix it. Not the best but it'll do, right!! ]
...There we are. [ letting her hands drop. ] How's that, then?
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Fufufufu...truly, the thoughtfulness of mortals knows no bounds...if there is ever anything I can do to repay you for your service, you need just say the word!
[All she did was straighten his hair but listen, he's just happy to be here.]
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[ ...like she is not really wanting for anything, so introductions seem appropriate enough. ]
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[Because he's practiced it so many times that everyone else might as well learn it too.]
I am the whisper of the wind that gently waves your hair in the breeze...and yet! I am also the howl of a typhoon, destroying everything in its path! I am the Mad Tempest, the Howling Windstorm, GRIIIIIIMNIIIIR! A-And even though I'm still not sure what I'm doing here! I'm going to do my best!
[Fighting the car wash is doing his best okay.]
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Elizabeth. The pleasure is mine, Mr. Griiiiiimniiiir.
[ she's just saying his name the way he did but its 100% more even and flat because she doesn't fucking EMOTE ]
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[He loves her commitment to the bit but it just kind of sounds sad drawn out like that when it's not being yelled at the top of someone's lungs.]
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...Very well. Mr. Grimnir it is, then. [ a little curtsy. ] I was hoping that was the correct way to say it, but I hadn't wanted to be insensitive. We should endeavor to be on good terms whilst we're here, shouldn't we? We do seem to be stuck here for the time being, after all - no sense in making enemies.
[ says the girl who her first week here called someone out on just sitting around doing nothing and offended him ]