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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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I'm not an emperor.
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[ Royce says, wryly, as he approaches that mirror. He nudges the hood back just enough to see the tattoo - and mutters a violent string of curses under his breath. ]
It must be someone's idea of a joke.
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[Royce definitely doesn't--no, he can't say that. He can't judge a book by its cover. He's trying to be good. Professional.
Oh, whatever. To hell with formalities! Royce doesn't look a damn thing like an emperor! Good thing he has his thoughts completely to himself. Which is to say, they absolutely come brushing out like some ungodly script-y, calligraphy font:
Dressing like that, yes.
He's really not use to being broadcasted.]
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If you have something to say about the way I dress, you can say it out loud. [ Royce says, flatly. ] At least my clothing is functional. How do you even move without tripping over all that fabric? You look like a monk.
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His mouth opens to reply, but then immediately shuts before anything gets out. The comment gets him to look SUPER offended. A monk?! A monk! He's not in GusuLan colors!! He's not at all in GusuLan anything! Not even the state of zen.]
No. I'm the leader of Yunmeng's Jiang sect. What's wrong with my clothes? [He literally just insulted Royce's attire, and yet.] There's nothing to trip over. They're perfectly fine. Everyone wears this.
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Everything is wrong with your clothes. I could very easily trip you. [ Now he's just being an antagonizing ass. ] And the color is horrendous. You stick out like a sore thumb.
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WHAT?!] You... [The urge to spin a ring around his finger is so strong, but nothing is on any one of them, so he’s left fisting both hands until the knuckles turn white.
His... his sect’s clothes! They’re just being so casually dishonored right in front of him. The clothes his mother wears! His father, his sister!]
Do you want to die? I don’t need your critique, not even if you’re a seamstress!
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You started it. [ Mature, dude. ] Don't threaten me.
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Don't insult the outfit of my sect.
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[Repeat all you want little elf man!]
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