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f̶r̶a̶c̶t̶u̶r̶a̶ ([personal profile] fracturamods) wrote in [community profile] fracturarpg2019-12-01 08:05 am
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intro log.

welcome mingle

( AND SO IT BEGINS. )



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.

The place you've found yourself in is strange, certainly. It's probably worth exploring a bit. 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.

Well - that, and all the people who seem to have woken up alongside you, lost and also probably Doing Their Best™.

There's no need to fret that much though. It's hard to say exactly where you're going next, even though some places might feel a little bit more like a clue, but what you do know is one unshakeable thing:

There's still much more ahead of you.
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[personal profile] foxweddings 2019-12-02 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
[GODDAMN.

She-- actually turns around? Expression frozen is awe because that certainly got the mirror to stop floating for a time.

Though give it a second: the mirror will just as quickly bolt back into the air, shaking itself free of any food and cart bits that might be stuck to it. There is not a scratch on the thing, or even a crack. Guess this floating mirror is as durable as it is tenacious.

But regardless, the lady draped in towels and a kimono gives a light applause from behind one of the seats she threw herself at.]


Mikon!!! How impressive!! A stylish prince has come to my aid!

[Or is a princess? Listen with those delicate features, she can't very well tell. And doesn't care.]
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[personal profile] spitefires 2019-12-02 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ lio is probably rightfully preoccupied with the magic sentient mirror shaking itself free of the remains of the snack cart (rip). the thing hardly looks like it's taken any damage at all, and lio immediately tenses. is there anything else he can throw-?

before he can consider it for too long, that towel-lady is talking. he whips his head around to her, blinking, brows furrowed. ]


'A stylish prince?' [ of all things lio's been called, that's definitely never been one? wow

the mirror shakes off more debris, capturing lio's attention quickly. he quickly gets in front of tamamo, spreading out his arm. ]


Go to the next car. I'll hold it off. [ but how, lio ]
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[personal profile] foxweddings 2019-12-04 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
[LISTEN HE'S AN AESTHETIC.

Plus he is literally trying to fight off a demonic mirror for her. She stans an icon.

Though before she can respond -- or run, for that matter -- the mirror makes its next move and just. floats as high as it can, against the ceiling of the train car, so it can drop behind them in an instant.

... And then remains there in the air, unmoving.

Not that it stops the woman from howling and then immediately backing into poor Lio, arms flailing.]


Aaaah! Is this another curse?! Truly? A woman of my stature doesn't deserve such horrific luck!
Edited 2019-12-04 00:08 (UTC)
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[personal profile] spitefires 2019-12-04 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ TAMAMO SO ARE YOU

lio watches the mirror come up the ceiling and down behind them. he would have already tried to come between her and the mirror if she wasn't flailing!! please hold onto your towels!!! ]


Panicking won't solve anything! [ YES, the mirror looks indestructible, but he'll find another way to fix this! he dodges her flails and quickly comes around to block tamamo's front from the mirror, holding out his arms out.

he's waiting for some kind of attack. does it come? ]