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fracturarpg2020-01-02 10:39 pm
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Entry tags:
- ! intro,
- ! mingle,
- - the space,
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- hajime ichinose,
- hina hikawa,
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- obi-wan kenobi,
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- ookurikara,
- rouge,
- royce melborn,
- sephiroth,
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- shuuya kano,
- souji seta,
- takaomi shishimaru,
- tsukasa suou,
- utsutsu miya,
- wei wuxian,
- wen ning,
- xie lian,
- yuri lowell
[mingle] the space (january).
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?
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. It might've changed since the last time you saw it.
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.
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. 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?
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. It might've changed since the last time you saw it.
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.
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. 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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That is spectacularly unhelpful. [ Royce. Be nice. He can practically hear Hadrian scolding him, which is annoying. ] How old are you, even? You look like you're only twelve, and you've already been to literal hell and back?
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I'll have you know that I'm thirteen, thanks!!
[ He is seventeen and went to hell when he was six, but the details aren't anything he wants to explain, so this is all Royce is getting. ]
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Whatever. [ Royce grumbles. This twelve-thirteen-actually-seventeen year old is all he's got around at the moment, so he sighs. ] Look. I'm going to scout this place out. Try to see if I can find where our captor is hiding. Can you do anything to help with that?
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Hm~ If our captor's hiding somewhere, they'd either be in the train that goes around everywhere so they can keep an eye on all of us, right? Plenty of food and stuff for sustenance too! You go scout the area, and I'll tackle the train, how 'bout that?
[ He will spend the rest of the week finding a good train car and holing up with a snack cart. ]
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Do what you're going to do. I'll figure it out myself. [ Annnd he's off, with a swoosh of his cloak. ]