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fracturarpg2020-01-02 10:39 pm
fracturamods) wrote in fracturarpg2020-01-02 10:39 pm
Entry tags:
- ! intro,
- ! mingle,
- - the space,
- 9s,
- akira kurusu,
- baren kumou,
- emma perkins,
- goro majima,
- hajime ichinose,
- hina hikawa,
- hunter,
- itaru chigasaki,
- jiang cheng,
- kangai,
- kino,
- lan wangji,
- lux crownguard,
- minako aino,
- minato arisato,
- mizuki okiura,
- obi-wan kenobi,
- okuni kumou,
- ookurikara,
- rouge,
- royce melborn,
- sephiroth,
- shinobu kocho,
- 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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Fortunately Wei Wuxian is only sometimes a dangerous man! And now is not one of those times. He mostly just seems pleased that he got up here, pulling himself fully onto the roof and immediately plopping down, legs crossed.]
Me! I did it, so hold up your end, alright? [OUT COMES THE PRETZEL BAG AGAIN, and Wei Wuxian pulls it out of the paper so he can cheerily rip it in two. As he's doing that, he glances to his left.]
—Haha, the view up here really isn't any better than it is on the ground after all, huh?
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The pretzel could be poisoned, though. Better not risk it just yet. He doesn't reach out to take any, but he also won't protest it if it's shoved at him. He just waits to see if Wei Wuxian eats some first. ]
It isn't, no. [ Royce says finally, still suspicious. And then, almost thoughtfully: ] You really shouldn't have been able to make that climb.
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He also doesn't hesitate before chomping into his own half either, so at least that's a pretty sure sign it's not poisoned.]
Mm - mm, hm! [AROUND HIS FULL MOUTH like a mannersless goblin:] It's not kind to make bets you think you have no way of losing, wouldn't you say?
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He'll... he'll just hold this for a minute.
That comment gets a light scoff, though. ] What is with you and kindness? And what makes you think you're entitled to it?
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Hah! You sound a lot like someone I know.
[HELPFUL. Then, gesturing to Royce's pretzel half:]
Do you not like savory things? I have some sweet ones in here too, probably.
[AS HE JUST STARTS RUMMAGING THROUGH HIS ROBE WITH HIS FREE HAND and then fuckin shakes a sleeve out to see if anything is inside. It's fine.]
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Don't -- [ Royce says, in the most exasperated tone he can possibly muster. ] Do not pull more food out of your sleeves.
[ IT'S!! GROSS!! UNSANITARY!! Royce rips off a very small piece of his pretzel and pops it in his mouth just to stop Wei Wuxian from pulling like a whole ice cream cone out of his sleeves of holding. ]
Who even are you?
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What about the front, is that fine? [He pulls at some of the cloth for emphasis and a pack of gummies he'd squirreled away into the chest area falls out and into his lap. God.
GOOD QUESTION THOUGH!! Without hesitation, since no one here knows his name and that wouldn't stop him from introducing himself even if they did:]
Wei Wuxian! I was a part of the first group to get pulled into this place. And you?
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Duster. [ He's still experimenting with seeing if that name gets any sort of reaction from people. It hasn't, so far. ] The first group?
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There's also predictably not much of a reaction to the name, outside of a little lilting hum.]
Just Duster, yes? [Since he's used to all kinds of weird names by now, but single names are still kind of strange to him... As for the group:]
Mmhm! Ours showed up about a month or so ago, more or less the same way you all have this time.
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An entire month? [ wtf ] Have you all been here this entire month? In this place?
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Nope! We only just got back, actually. We were in another world before this. It's supposed to help us find our missing pieces, and I do believe at least one person got back something they had lost.
[His mind helpfully supplies a single, shuddery dog.]
—Have you seen the pillar, by the way? Been given the whole rundown?
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He's going to continue to be suspicious, but... he figures he's stuck with Wei Wuxian for a while, so why fight it? Might as well just get as much information as he can. ]
I've seen the pillar. About half of it was unreadable, but I got the gist. [ Absently, he rubs at his chest, right at his sternum. He's also staring down at the pretzel like it holds life's secrets. ] Doesn't feel like I'm missing anything.
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EAT THE PRETZEL TOO, GOD!! Wei Wuxian is already most of the way through his own half, squishing the remainder between his thumb and forefinger to make it into a little pretzel ball.]
Curious how that works, isn't it? Some things are easy to notice, like a sword or a bracelet. [Or a fuckin MONSTER DOG.] Other things are harder to pinpoint. From what I've heard, memories and abilities are also among the pieces some are missing.
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He will, however, eat more of the pretzel, since Wei Wuxian hasn't started foaming at the mouth or anything. It's really good. He likes the salt a lot, actually. At least the food here is good...? He's been living off of dried pork for the last month so literally anything but that is fantastic. ]
Hm. [ He's definitely missing his dagger, not that he's going to say that. He doesn't want anybody to know he doesn't have a weapon. ] Seem to be able to do all the things I normally can do, which means if I'm missing anything...
No ideas on who brought us here?
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But he's happy enough that Royce seems to be enjoying his share of the pretzel, at least. There is a whole new world of wild microwaveable foods that Wei Wuxian can show him... Also an entire train cart that's just a chicken wing bar. Great things await them in the future.]
Oh, be careful with that. They can take things you'd really never expect! Someone here forgot how to write. [It's hilarious, honestly.] But no, we don't have a clue yet. Whatever is communicating with us through the pillar seems capable of talking to us everywhere we go, but I don't think anyone knows who or what is behind it.
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Wise of them. If they showed their face they'd be dead. [ Royce hums, tearing off another bite of the pretzel. ] Someone forgot how to write, huh?
And what have you forgotten? [ Maybe his lips twitch at that. He knows it's a ridiculous question. ]
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Haha, well, they would certainly have a lot to explain. I don't blame them for keeping their head down!
[He sees that tiny lip twitch, too! HE'LL GET A REAL LAUGH OUT OF ROYCE YET... New goals. He laughs a little, clearly amused by the stupid joke.]
I'd love to know that, myself! Maybe I'll be lucky enough to figure it out this time around.
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What was the world you just came from like? Not your original one.
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Nope! It was-- Mm, actually, I don't know what the world itself was? But we ended up in an area with three different kingdoms. Idoll... Holmshelm? Something like that? And one other... [HIS TERRIBLE MEMORY... Whatever though, not the point!! He waves his hand, pops the tiny little pretzel ball into his mouth and continues.]
There were a lot of political issues, problems with terrorists, your average battling-seats-of-power sort of thing. It was a very modern world, though! Most of us were athletes of some type, for some reason? Ah - that's another thing. Some people "adapted" better than others; they believed themselves to have lived in that world their entire life. Others just received a little prompting from our pillar friend letting us know the basics of our "lives" there. That's something to be ready for.
[It's a lot?? It's a lot.]
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And I'm guessing I don't get to avoid being dragged to one of these worlds. [ Royce grouches. He pushes his hood back out of his face so he can grind at his eyes with the heels of his palms. All of this worlds-stuff gives him a headache. He keeps forgetting the reason he has the hood up in the first place. ] This is ridiculous. And of course it's just me.
[ Hadrian never has to go through weird soul gathering gauntlets. Why does Hadrian have the only bit of luck between the two of them? ]
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[SO CHEERFULLY... Finally he gets to see The Tiara, though, bless. His eyes flick toward it briefly, but mercifully, he has nothing to say about it. He ain't talkin about his own, so he returns the favor preemptively.]
Hah, a bad luck magnet? A few of us seem to be. Makes sense, given the situation! I guess there's a little comfort to take from that - you're with others who understand a good streak of poor fortune.
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[ Not that Royce even really believes in luck - or at least, he likes to say he doesn't. Sometimes it's just hard to deny that some people fare better than others. A beat, as he finishes his pretzel, and then: ]
Tell me your name again. [ He's pretty sure he has no idea how to say it, so he wants to hear it so he can... butcher it, probably. ]
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[ENDLESS MISFORTUNE!! It's fine. For someone cursed with awful luck, he sure does have a good attitude about it.
As far as his soon-to-be-butchered name goes:] Wei Wuxian, but you can call me whatever you'd like. I know it's a mouthful, haha. Ah, someone else just gave me the lovely nickname "Whoo" earlier!
[Or "Wu", either one works. AGAIN, IT'S FINE.]
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Wuxian. [ Royce tries, and then makes a face. ] Hm. Wuxian.
[ he keeps saying it weird because he doesn't have any names like this where he comes from and it's very difficult okay ]
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Ah, really? That's too bad! I've become quite fond of it already.
[Because it sounds stupid and people sound stupid when they say it. It's a win-win situation! Everyone looks like a clown!]
But if not that, you can chop it up and rearrange it however you'd like, haha.
[ANYTHING'S BETTER THAN DEMON WEI OR YILING PATRIARCH, HE DOESN'T CARE OTHERWISE.]
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