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⬣//ILLNESS BEYOND CONTAINMENT, DEATH WITHOUT LIMIT
You wake to the sound of silence— no early morning birdsong, no rustling leaves, not even the sound of your own breathing reaches your ears. For a single moment, you feel as if time has frozen, your mind held in stasis, until a familiar boyish lilt hits your ears. A beat later and he's standing before you, a smile stretching from cheek to cheek, but that smile doesn't quite reach his eyes.
"Good morning, sleepyhead! I was wondering when you'd wake up. Are you well? Does anything hurt?
Mm, not that it makes much difference to me. If you're in pain, know that it's only temporary. If you're unhappy, you won't stay that way forever. This world is a world of miracles, one where everything that hurts you can be forgotten and destroyed!
Ah, but some of you don't believe me when I say that. Some of you still think the world that's hurt you oh so much is better than one where you can make all that pain go away. Don't you want to be happy? Why are humans so addicted to their own suffering?
I think it's time to find out!"
The boy vanishes before you can get a word in edgewise. Try to reach out and touch him and your hand will pass straight through. You now have, at least, a solid idea of what Lily looks like. It's only a shame that there is little you can do to stop him.
On the same day Lily made his presence known to all of Fragment, another equally sweet young boy has mysteriously vanished.
In the monster-laden streets of Mac Anu, shreds of bloodied white fabric can be found scattered about. A single golden horn can be found in the canal, roughly shorn and badly scuffed.
It's unclear who or what injured Zelkova, but no matter where you search or how hard you try to find him, no further clues will turn up.
When attempting to message Zelkova, who appears online as he always does, you'll always receive the same response—
"Hi! I'm Zelkova!"
In the wake of Zelkova's absence is a feeling of unease. You may feel anxious, scared, perhaps even angry over the perpetual downturn of events. In fact, you'll find that it's gotten very difficult to manage your own emotions.
Throughout the next two weeks, you'll steadily get more and more emotional. Small inconveniences will throw you into a rage. Stubbing your toe will make you lapse into hysterics. A smile from a friend may fill your heart with longing and your loins with lust.
No matter how you might try to quell the tempest of emotion inside of you, nothing seems to work. Every feeling is magnified, every feeling is intense, and all you can do is allow yourself to be taken by emotion.
It's a shame Zelkova isn't here to assure you that everything will be fine, just fine. Fine, fine, fine…
You may hear stirrings amongst the NPCs in various Root Towns that something unusual is occurring at Twilight Shoreline. Some claim that the sky itself has been ripped and torn while others make mention of an unusual figure lingering in the waves.
It may be tempting to gate in and investigate these unusual rumors yourself, but be warned: you may not leave in the same condition you arrived.
Do you remember what it was like to be a real human being? To have a life, a purpose, a meaning outside of the digital world? That must be nice. Memories are such lovely, precious things.
Unfortunately, what little remains to you will be taken away with the loss of your third and final core memory. Several other memories from your time in the outside world will disappear as the days roll by, slowly but surely erasing who you were and making room for who you have become: a swordsman, an adventurer, a catgirl, a being who has never known anything beyond the boundaries of Fragment.
Still, some pieces of your old identity remain, desperately clinging onto your old concept of self. Those with the drive to escape Fragment and return to the real world will still feel that flame burning deep within even if they no longer remember what sparked it. Not all hope is lost, but the worst has yet to come.
A foul wind blows, billowing through Root Towns and Recreational Areas alike. On the wind, you hear the whispers of forgotten memories, both your own and those of the people trapped with you. Though you may no longer recognize those memories as your own or those of your friends, you can't help but feel as if some part of you has been clawed out and torn to shreds. It's a sad, lonely, isolating feeling, b̵͓̘͎͍̅̄͛́ú̷̹͕̒̀͝t̴̟̥̮͖̗̆̃̾͋̋̎̄̉͐̋͆̇̕͘ ̴̢̥̬̼͚̰̬̰͍̥͉̝̦͕̥̰̎̈́̃̅͆̉̈́̀̏̏̇̀͜í̵̧̧̥͓͇̠̗̤̺̖̼̬̪́̓̐̽̿̽͗͜t̴̨̲͎̼̦̱̪̬̭͖̓̾̈̄̈́̒̎͆̇̕͠ ̸̢̣̰͈̝͈̫̦͉͕̋͂̐͗̓̽́̈͛̃͑̓̚͜͝ẁ̷̙͛̍̑̈́̅͂͊̓̽̈̌̋͘͝ó̷̢̮̟͙̹̤̭̬̬̰͓̣͑͆̂̈́̎͂̒̌̊̽͘̚̚͜͠͠ņ̵̢̛̦̖̆͆͂̽̑̊'̷̢̮̫͚̜̭̰̙̭͚͓̭͙̺͑͜ţ̸̛̛̘͚̘̯̲̖̰̝̖͙̥͊̉̑̄̽̀̆̎̈́̅͘͜͝ ̶̩́̈̈́̌͑̿̆̾̈́͊̀̈́͘̚͝͝l̴̲͕̩̊́a̶̫̪̽̒̌̀̑̍̿̕s̶̱͉̩̣̒͆̽͗̽̊͂̚̕͠͝t̸̢̧̨̹̬̹͈̣̮͈̣͚̰̳̲̤͌͗̊͗̎͂̎͗̏̆̀̀͑̽̑̿͠ ̴̩̺͕̳̝̘̳̣͎͚̰̇̈́̈́͑͐̈̈̏̀͂̈́̍̽̑ͅf̷̛̙̖̲́͒͐̏̒̿̆͆̑̎͐̄̉o̷̱̭̙͗̌͆͗́̆̌́͗̚͘ȓ̷̡̢̦̠̖̟̻̬͚͈͔̥͓̟̤̋̿̃̎̌͗̂̽̐͛͆͠e̵̼̻͓̺̖͓̞̘̤͎̤͓͚͔͚͔̓̈́͘v̵̡̖̳̗̼͉̻͓̗̠̝̭͍̆͒ͅê̷̱̄̀ͅr̴̤̠̜̞͉̘̙̠̙̩̣̫̮̘͖͉̿͋̈͊̓̓͜.̷͓̯̒͐̏̋̓͗̄̉̓̎̒̾̚͝͝ͅ ̸͖̘̞̼͓͚̝̘̙͓͔̱̗͍̏̑̐̔̋̉͂̈̿̆͂̋̋̈S̵̢̫̭̠̩̻̩̈́̔̅̾͛͛̌̃̑͐̈̕͝o̵̡͖̙̘̟͕̗̲̒͋̇̿̔̍͒̈́̏͑͆̉̀͒́̕̕ö̸̜́̽̈́̀̆̐̂̉̔́̅̔̆ň̵̛̥͍̘͕̫̝͔̼̮̝̤̎̀̉̔̍̊͜,̸̨̛͇͙̺̱͎͙͖͎́̈̈̀̂͜͝ ̵̩̯̯̟̂̒͊̌̆̆y̵̢̜̘̘͗͂̎̓͒̿͑̇̆̉̋͘͠͠o̷̢̨̜̹̣̗̤͍͇̅́ŭ̷̞̇̈̑̂͊͂̓͋̅̌͐͘'̴̡̨̡̰̘̠͉͈̥̓͜l̴̡̡̰̖͙͕̹̹̝̖͉̓̿l̸̢̧̞̜̻̝͈̙̫̈́̒̈́̐̀̄̿̈́̀̄̚͘͘̕͜ ̵̛̗̗̙̩̙̝̩̟͎̗͉̠̉̋̒́̐̐̀̄̃̐́̎͒̕͝b̵̨̡̢͖̺̼͔͓̬̟̭͕̈̈̓̒̓͌ȩ̷̥̟̳̲̝̩̝̱͎̲͆̔̕͜͠ ̷̧͈̠͈͓͉̭͔̪͕͖̫͇̼̩͓̣̔̆̈́̋̓́̂̉̔̎͂̒̈́͂͂̈́̚ḥ̷̛͍͇͈̼̺̣̦͕̪̹̘̝̅̂̌͗̾̋͌̈́̾̂͠͝͝a̶̢̛̝͔͚̠̻̗̞̿̊̆͒̐̅̉͗͒̉͘̕͠ͅp̵̓̍̾̓͊̌̑̈͋̾͒͜͝p̶̳͎͙̹̎͆̿͠ͅy̸̨̧̡̩͚̯̪͕̽̓̅̀̇̕͜.̷͍͙̹̓͛͐̀͐́͝ ̷̺̼͖̔͐̏̈̾̈́̆̿̅͝͠͠Y̷̢̛͗̀͛o̵̢͖͖͈̙͒̄̆̉̀̆͌̉͜u̵̫̩͓͖̲̝͔̲̎̏̐̈̓̚͘'̵̡̨̻͍̲͚͔̤̼̬̪̠́͌́́̒̕͠l̷̫͔̜̍͆̍͋̔͆͒̾̑͑̐͒̈l̴̡̩̳̟̩͕̗̠͗̓̆̚͝ ̶̯͈͕̜̤̗͚̙̗̝͒̃̎́̒̂̔͑́͊̈́̓͒͌̅͝k̶͕̬̳̰̝̮͈͉̰͊́̃͘͜ṋ̵̎̃͛̾̃͐̂̔̿̔͐̓̍ő̴̫͔̐̂͑͛͋̈́̂̈́̈̚ẅ̵̛̮̪̝̖̰͖́̃̇̃̇̅̓̇̕̚͠ ̴̢̫͕̻̜͇̝̺̣̟̥̥͉̖̗̱̙̇͑͆̿̓͑̕ņ̷̨̢̩̳̱̝̩͖̼̰̩͙̫͆̄͐ơ̶̢̧̢̡̰̜̰̞̭͓̹͔̲̱̄͋̄͐̆̏́͗̏̀͂̓͗͋͊͘ ̷̘͈̰͖̰͂͛͌̑̿̀͗͑́̽̊͂̒̚͝ͅp̸̯̤̀̄̀a̵͇̖̖̹͗͑̈͐̉̽͂̚͝ḭ̴̫̫͚̻̥̮̲̫͈̹̮̞̲̘̩̪̄͐͐̄̈́̒͌̇̇̽̓̆͗̒͝n̷͓̥̬̠͔̗̯̬͈̪̞̪̗̘̩̲̭͗̏.̷͙̹̥̗̼̉̽̆̈́͘̕͠͝ ̸̞͔̱͙̑̄̈́̂̔̎̃̓̐̚H̷̨̲̗̲͙̗̱̠̗̹͔̥̦̋͒̈́̆͑̚͜á̵̧̛̛̟͎͈̲̼̣̊̆̇̐͆̌͒̀̚͠ͅp̶͎̠̫͖̗͋͑̏͑͛̈́̏͋̈̇͘p̸͈̟̦̠̮͚̫̥̅̍̐̏͆̂̀̒̇̂́͌̐́̕i̵̡̡̘͔͍̭̱̜̯̞͎̬͈̗̎̀̈͒̆̀̓̈͜͝n̵̜̑̃̔͠e̴̡̢̦̩͙͚̦̥͎̩̰̓̈́̿̎̔͌s̸̥͓̱̗͙̥̺͖̥͉̱̹̟̀́̀̆̑͂̌͜ͅś̵͚̮̝̤̭̘͎͔̝͔̤͙̤̮͓̘̒͋̂͗̍̓̔ ̵̦͖̩̠͉̹̘͎̮͓͙̙̣̜̘͋͊̏͊̋̊̈̓́͆̌̚͝c̷̨͕͕͕̖͉̹͔͎̦̠̱̍ǎ̷̫̬̪̘̠͔͍͍̹̞͉̈́̃̓̊͆͘͠ń̸̢͆͒̀̀͂̊̆̚̕̕ ̶̙̺͇̬̼̪̩̮͗͌̍̈̀̀͝b̸̡̺̞̳̗̳̙̗̯̠̦̼̻̭̑͗̋̔͒̀̾̅̄̊̾̾͘e̴̢̢̘̜̟̯͎̜̭̞̼͚̟̾́̓͊̊̃̄͌̃̓͆̽̕ͅ ̵͔̝̖̖͚̓͂f̷̡̛̝̳͎̼̼̱̪͈͙̣͖͙̘̞̺̮̉͑͘͝͝ő̷̧̹̦͓̰̦̯̝̣̱̲̠̩̟̺́̋̅́͒̈̏͘͝u̸͍͍͇̟̲̟̟̺̓̌̍͑͒͌́̌̽̐͊̚̚͝n̴͓̺͕̜͚̲͍͍̰̙̖̘̪͓̙̘͇̍͑͛͊͂̄̾̿̍͋͊̂̈́̕͝d̴̺̟̞̙͍͓̪͈͋̓̇͌̚͜ͅ ̵̛̮̯̪̤̫͖̠͔̫̥̬̰͈͍͚̇̀͗̐͗̈̚͝͝͝ę̶̡̦̜͙͔̜̩̽̇̀v̵̢̡̗̥̬͉͍̱̲̻̘̝̮́̅̍̈́͑̌̏̚̕ͅͅͅë̶̝̳̤́͋̈͗͋̍̊̽͋̕͝n̵̪͓̠͖̫̫̩̻͚͍̬̤͆͗͊̉̾̌͐̾͑̑̍̈́̕ͅ ̷̙͍͓̂̔̓̃̄̚͝i̵̧̨̮͕̱͓͕̦͇̲̹̋̐̈́̆͜ͅn̷̝͈͇̹͚̝̏̄ ̴͇̪̬̈́̏͗̃̄͌̐̊͝ͅd̵͔̖̠͈̮̃̍͗̀̋͛͗̈́̏͂̇̇̕ę̴̪̟̰͍̱̘͇̼̻̤͎̇͊̐ą̷̧̪̭̖̣̖͎̪͌̒̐̄̑͊̐͑̕t̵̡̧̡̯̬̗̞̰̪͇͉͎͍̝̰̄̓͌̈́͆̿̔͐̇̈́h̷̥̖͔̆͑͊͛͂͠.̵̛̹̃̒́̋̾̒̔̓̒͛͆̓̃̕͠
QUESTIONS?
NPC - HEAD ADMIN
Hien can be seen fighting monsters in all root towns as usual. He doesn't have data draining capabilities like a select number of players do, so all he can do is hold them off for several seconds. Do you remember how unbreakable those walls seemed before during Mithrun's death case to preserve the evidence? Yeah. The shielded monsters just break through them in several hits. Luckily for Hien, it doesn't take long to replace the wall. Coding sure is an admin privilege.
He can also be found in the dog park while being buried in dogs and hugging a small one. Rem, the scruffy black pomchi is still in Hien's hold, whining and trying to paw at Hien's face. He's having a normal one.
Alternatively, Hien will also be in the Wanderhalle Library. He put a small book on the shelf before, titled "Forgotten" that has no listed author. It seems to be a collection of journal entries that are chronologically out of order, which makes it frustrating to read and it doesn't seem like it was written for an audience in mind. There are several more volumes to this strange book up to four. There are several more books you can borrow too. No matter the number of people who borrow them, there will be at least one copy in the library. The admin can make copies, so that one is always available.
Please note that Hien will have forgotten your character if they haven't had an in-person/inbox thread with him.
Or anything else, really. Hit me up in the usual communication channels. ]
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[ This is Fandaniel's first visit to the library, actually. He hadn't found the time before but with his newfound interest in keeping his beloved community well-fed, he decided to take the time and see if the place had any recipes he was unaware of. Naturally, he finds the chef book and, naturally, his first thought is there's only one person so obsessed with food and cooking to have done this besides himself.
As soon as he spots the man himself, he approaches, holding the book up for Hien to see. This time, there is no thinly veiled disdain. There is no sarcasm or rude add-ons to his name.
No, this Fandaniel looks honestly curious about it, otherwise very relaxed and in good cheer. ]
It's very thorough. Would it be possible to keep a copy at the guild?
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...Hien?
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Received more bribes?
[ He's approaching and reaching out for "Forgotten," unless Hien is going to stop him. ]
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Admin Hien, why didn't you say anything?
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...Hien...how are you feeling?
[It's been awhile]
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Wanderhalle Library ---> Post-Update
It's time to make an Approach nonetheless. Even though they're all in actuality slowly losing their minds, it's fine. ]
Hien, a moment of your time?
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waltzes in late... let's do 7.5, library
Hm.
Anyway, he makes a beeline for Hien when he sees him, any sense of anger towards the situation with Yael not present in the way he carries himself. ]
Hien~ What are you reading?
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7.5, Wanderhalle Library after some...Stuff
It's more than he's ever asked for, but he has more than enough food to match...the extra food seems to have a thank you note bound up in it anyway]
Hien? Are you here?
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Σ GRACEFUL TEMPTING FALLEN ANGEL
Oh, no; it is. There's music, there's sound. Twilight Shoreline is fine.
Broaching the shore, you'll find that bonfire is not lit, when it always is. There is a pot, but no bubbling soup. There are cabanas, but no candles lit. Touching them, however, produces a sensation of burning. Maybe the fire just isn't loading in. If you're curious enough to look, you may even find the shore and waters empty of all life - no gatherable fauna, no fish, no gulls, no signs of life. The ocean is dark, all the way down. The light doesn't cut past the surface.
And if you check your location, you'll notice the name of this Area is not what you expect. The game tells me you're in an Area you've not heard of before: Σ Graceful Tempting Fallen Angel.
The sand squelches beneath your heel. Somewhere in the BGM, one note is played on a lower key. But only one, once. And you may experience nothing stranger than this during your visit to this strange version of Twilight Shoreline. You may return with nothing more to speak of than this.
But, at some point, you may notice a figure, one that wasn't there before, sitting in the shallows of the ocean, the waves rushing past them. They're looking at you, wherever you are. You're not sure why, but you feel convinced, suddenly, that they've been waiting here for you, and only you. Your heart pounding hot in your chest, you feel so strongly that you want to meet them. Your feet carry you before you realize you're moving. You approach them.
The figure does not disturb you, despite his appearance. All his eyes fix upon you as you stumble into the water. The red ocean runs past your ankles (oh, no; the water is blue again), every step closer like a fire burning in your chest. It bubbles hot; you have to express it. This feeling—this love, this love—you feel for him. You feel compelled to confess, however you feel is right.
And he waits for it, his veil flowing outward over the water. )
ooc (please read!)
( You're able to explore this empty Area without encountering this individual if you choose. If exploring the Area in this way, feel free to use it in your top levels as normal if you'd like. You don't need mod guidance to poke around it. However, if you want to interact with this individual, please comment here.
If interacting with this individual: know your character has been charmed and is compelled to execute the Gate keyword effect (falling in love and confessing). Your character will be rejected and will experience whatever feelings they would normally experience after being rejected. The charm can wear off after your character has finished having feelings (if any) about rejection, or last longer if you want.
Your character can do whatever they want to this individual after charm wears off, but if your character tries to kill him, your character will be forcibly gated out of the Area and returned to whatever map they were on before. They will be barred from returning to the Area for a period of time.
Hit me up on Discord or on the plotting post if you want to discuss the confession/etc or if you want to do something wacky with repeat visits. Charm will hit every time you re-enter the Area, but the forced confession will only occur on the first visit. )
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no one needs to see hien be an induced yandere
[ You know what this guy is doing? Trying to investigate something weird right as it pops up! Wow. Finally doing his job, maybe? Yeah. But he gates into the Twilight Shoreline to find all this and finds himself afflicted with Charm... thanks, he hates it. But he's also the kind of person that feels aggression when charmed, so maybe neither are the winner here. He walks closer to the figure. Is this love? He sure feels like smashing those legs so that the figure that resembles Mithrun can no longer walk and would have to be dependent on him. That's love, right? Right? Be dependent on him. Be devoted to him. Be in love with the violence and brutality that he invokes.He gets out his staff and approaches him, his feet feeling the crash of the small, red (blue?) waves. He raises his staff and bludgeons the figure's side heavily as hard as he can. ]
I love you.
[ He raises to hit him again, wherever it may be. He's not very focused on accuracy right now. ]
I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
I love you, so die, and become a very pretty pattern in the ocean for me, and me alone--
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> DREAMING.
> SEARCHING.
> WILDCARD.
aid (a)
It must be his lucky day because shortly arrives and deals with the monster's shield with data drain, enabling Punisher to finish it off with a few more attacks that finally connect. ]
I think I should be asking you that. When was the last time you actually slept?
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dreaming… surprise…
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mr bitchass senior (closed) (backdated to b4 boss fight)
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anger :)
He was fine keeping his distance. Watching. That anger boils so hot. He can't draw his eyes away.
He straightens up with his lance drawing out, expression not budging.]
No.
If you're that angry? Make me leave.
(:
dm me if u need, he needs to stay alive but other than that go crazy
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btw no killing will happen here, i just forgot to mention it in the tl 🤡
that's fine with me :>
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[As memories of his life outside the game gradually fade, Leo spends more and more time with the folks at the gates of Naval Monte. He offers food and drink to the needy, usually crafted lovingly by himself after collecting the requisite monster parts. He offers gold coins to the various peddlers and panhandlers in the area. He even occasionally offers his body to lonely men seeking warmth at night. It's the only place in Fragment where Leo feels truly at home, and he relishes his time spent there.
Should any other players end up in the area, he will stop them.]
Hey there! Why don't you look around, see what my friends have to offer? And even if you don't find anything, why not spare a gold coin or two to help 'em out?
2.//Doors Open, Cups Overfloweth
[A door has been open in each root town leading to the Epicurian's HQ for several days now. Streamers and balloons frame the walls of the main hall. The main table has an even bigger bounty than usual, and drink bottles overflow every other table. Sitting on one of the couches, double fisting drinks is one Leo! It's clear he's drunk out of his mind.]
Heyyyyy there! Come on in and get some good shit. Don't think we're runnin' out any time soon~
[With his core memories gone, most of what remains is essentially a caricature of what people initally thought when he introduced his guild to them - a man driven almost entirely by finding the next high, the next willing man to sleep with.
Care to humor him?]
3.//Wildcard
[Hit me up on Discord (alchemistsavant) if you think of something else you wanna do with Leo, or surprise me~]
(Closed)
[Leo approaches the Sexton cautiously, a bouquet of flowers in one hand and his usual offering of food in the other. His expression is solemn.]
Greetings, Sexton. I come with sustenance, but... there's something I need to know. As I've told you, I am from a land far away from here... how do your people grieve over the loss of a close friend?
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[ In Mac Anu, you might see some sort of car that's been in the streets, and well. Despite everything, Oria is still trying to have fun in this god forsaken game, so he's throwing homing molotovs at the monsters that he's driving past. The green shielded ones? Those will be all that's left in Mac Anu at this rate. Vroom, vroom, motherfuckers.
Oria will sometimes feel mischievous and pluck you right out of the battlefield as he drives by and flinging you into the passenger seat. Literally picking up
chickspeople. ]Wanna throw some bombs?!
[ Yes, he's still driving. If you are unruly, he will literally throw you out of the car without stopping it. Also, if the voices are getting to you or him, he's gonna honk the car horn to be extremely obnoxious, but also to drown out whatever they're hearing in the wind. ]
wildcard
[ throws hands up HIT ME ]
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Normally Sinclair would fluster, but these days, he manages to draw a deeper breath and say mildly]
...I was nearly done with those Disco Knives.
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He doesn't seem to mind. He doesn't seem to be in pain.
But he does seem angry as hell.]
VINDICATION)))
[Throughout the streets of Mac Anu he prowls like an animal. While he focuses mainly on the swarms and swarms of enemies that still pour into the cities as the days go by, he doesn't seem to discriminate. A moving target is a moving target.
If rounding a corner and startling the Lord Partizan, one might find that he instantly grows aggressive, weapon drawn and stance pushing forward to initiate combat (better think of some way to ease the tension, quick!)
Alternatively, one might find him among the stronger of the monsters, reaching his hand out with a flash of blue and green to shatter the shields in as aggressive a manner as possible, not minding any damage he takes in the process. If another character is nearby, he'll regard them only for a moment, looking more irritated than relived, spitting blood onto the ground as he wipes at his mouth and repivots his combat stance.]
Are you just gonna stare? Get out of the way if you're not going to fight.
INDULGENCE)))
[Though he can no longer be found at the guild he just called home last week, the local redhead can be reasonably found in two separate places: the bowling alley and the mall. He's not enjoying the recreation, nor is he there to socialize.
He is there to eat.
The quantities are almost ridiculous, and once he's finished, people can observe him getting up and going straight for more, as though he's become bottomless. He hasn't. The astutely observant will notice how unbelievably sick he looks, how hard it is to keep getting up and coming back as time passes. But he doesn't seem too determined to slow, as though it's a last ditch effort to satiate himself.
Approaching him while at his table will lead to his wings instantly lifting and spreading, eyes glaring like a starving dog over a corpse of bones. But for those that don't want to go straight into an argument, he might be slightly more approachable when caught on his feet, in line for yet another pizza or jumbo order of soft pretzels and soda pop.]
REFLECTION)))
[The canals are quieter now. Emptier.
He's not sure why.
At least once every day this week, he can be found right where he'd been the week prior - seated at the edge of one of the Mac Anu canals, feet swung over the side, lance laid across his lap, staring out into the water. In his hand is one of the Tiger Lilies that now dot the city in less and less frequencies. He looks unsure what to do with it, staring down at it, held like a fragile, fragile thing - looking out to the water as though he means to toss it, but unable to commit.
He stays frozen like that for a long time, head drooped, shoulders slumped, anger watered down to something else entirely.
Sorrow.
Whispers echo. Laughter and firm words and tears shed. Many voices loved. Many unfamiliar. Some of fellow players. The happy laughter of a little girl. The sounds of her crying in pain. One voice that speaks with harshness. Over and over.
"Will you ever realize that it was all YOUR fault, Barrett?"
"We'll be together forever. Right, Barrett?"
"....Barrett... I like the way my name sounds on your lips."
"BB!"
"Bear-kun?"
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It all is hollow.]
WILDCARD)))
[Check his toplevel for more areas that ?????? can be found. If you want to avoid a physical altercation, just let me know upfront either in your meta, in your subject line or a message to me somewhere and we'll work around it! He's a little bit hairtrigger right now but we can always just keep it to him bein Bitchy.]
Indulgence
He's similarly heading to grab pizza when he spots Misteaks and... ah. Hm.]
Misteaks?
roger roger, don't worry we will keep bunbun in one piece
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[Shoka can be found at the mall during her downtime, snacking on the various fast food with a sketchbook in front of her. For those that remember previous encounters, while she does note the approach of other players, she doesn't particularly try to hide her art this time.
The art is detailed in some ways, yet flat in others - for those familiar, her work is clearly meant to be a fashion illustration, not interested in realism so much as capturing an outfit's concept. As for the styles, it's, well, varied - from modern street clothes to gowns to high fantasy, it looks like she's really flexing her fashion knowledge on the page.
And if anyone spends enough time blatantly ogling the designs, she'll helpfully speak up:]
Thinkin' of trying that deluxe armor set?
B - Boy, Wherefore Art Thou
[And then there's the matter of Zelkova.
When she's not resting, she's running around root towns and rec areas both, fighting off monsters where necessary and trying to slip past them when it isn't.]
C'mon, Zelkova... Don't tell me you went down that easy.
[Feel free to catch her in a root town fending off monsters or, in more serious situations, taking on shielded monsters with data drain!]
C - Cold Winds (memshare)
[Maybe you're in a recreational area. Or maybe you're in a root town! Either way, Shoka's around, and there's snippets of voices on the wind...
Care to listen? They may just be relevant to her, or to your own character...]
D - Wildcard!
[Hit me up on Discord, Plurk, or plotting!]
Closed/Additional TLs
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[Nanashi puts out another forum post to note when he is or isn't "on shift" at the campgrounds, ready to heal if anyone needs it. Whether they're visiting for healing, companionship, or just because they wanted to hang out at the campgrounds themselves, they'll gate in to hear a player singing.
It turns out his voice isn't half-bad? Though if you're overly familiar with anime theme songs, recognizing the tunes he's singing may be either a bonus or make it extra cringe. In the end, the guy's a turbo nerd.
He'll cut off once he realizes he isn't alone however.]
Oh- hi!
B - To Keep It From Breaking Down
[Occasionally, people fighting off monsters in root towns may just get a sudden assist - in the form of a storm of leaves sweeping over any mobs that may have glommed onto wayward travelers.
If you thought a shadow warlock may have entered the fray, guess again - it's a harvest cleric who approaches instead, though when he passes through shadows it may be a bit difficult to keep one's attention on him.]
Are you okay-?
C - I Can't Even Salvage My Own Self...
[Those who decide to hang out with Nanashi during this patch may just find themselves overhearing whispers on the wind - a seemingly endless slew of insults in young voices. Trash, Pest, Maggot, Spineless, Dust, Plankton, Moron... the list goes on.
"Just seeing your face is disgusting!"
Though Nanashi doesn't seem to notice - perhaps he can't hear it?]
D - Wildcard!
[Hit me up on plurk, discord, or plotting!]
Closed/Additional TLs
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He sidles up to him, reaching out with a pale hand to brush his fingers along his side. It could easily be dismissed as something casual or flirty, if not for the way he presses down too hard once his hand makes it to Fandaniel’s ribs, searching for the source of the pain.]
I seemed to have been keeping safer than you.
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[A new face has joined the effort to keep the monster invasion at bay.
Clad in his sturdy armor and effortlessly switching classes on the fly to string effective combos together, Leviathan spends a good chunk of his time clearing out waves of monsters in root towns all over Fragment. He even takes on monsters much more powerful than himself, including those with green shields, by holding out his hand and releasing a blue and green flash.]
Data Drain!!
[Heroes always call out their attacks. It's just common knowledge.
Occasionally he'll leap in to aid NPCs or PCs who seem to be having a difficult time dealing with monsters. With every cut into monsters with his sword or cast of a spell, the crescent moon and cross markings on his weapon disappear one by one. This seems to be putting him under a growing amount of distress, but he doesn't relent. Instead, he looks toward whomever he's aiding with a strained smile.]
Need some help?
[He's well aware that some may not desire his help, but...it's worth a try.]
2 - fandom foodies
[Fandom Foodies regulars have likely come to understand that Leviathan has always been the more reclusive and socially anxious of the two guild creators. It had been especially bad as of late, with him hardly being around in favor of moping in his private room.
Well, that's not the case anymore.
More often than not, he's hanging out in the guild hall and greets anyone passing through. He carries an air of confidence that is totally unlike him.]
Hey, welcome back. Need anything from the guild storage? I just put a fresh batch of potions in.
[It's almost like he's done a complete 180 in personality, but he'll just be confused if asked about it. After all, is it such a bad thing that he's trying to be a better person? He's gotta regain trust from others somehow, and locking himself away isn't going to do him any favors.
If asked about his fellow co-creator, well... He'll be a bit more subdued about that. But Mr_Misteaks is just taking a break from the guild, that's all.]
3 - the mall
[Even a hero needs some time off, right? Leviathan can be found at the mall, sometimes with KaraBear and sometimes with a cute green snake around his shoulders, perusing the shops and nibbling on snacks from the food court. Being in a place like this makes him feel a little strange. Almost...nostalgic? He's not sure why that is, but it's not unwelcome.
Feel free to run into him anywhere throughout the mall! In particular, he likes to check out Hollistar, Aberbombie & Stitch, and Mooncoast.]
4 - wildcard
[Plotting comment here! I'm totally down for custom starters, so hit me up there or on discord!]
1, but kind of a wildcard?!
[ Swooping in right before a monster attack is Kara, Level 75, and she enters the fray with a powerful Data Drain of her own. She pummels her fist into the monster's shield and breaks it; she recoils from the impact and skids on her feet, back towards Levi.
She flashes him a grin before her focus shifts back to the monster. ]
I'm here! Let's do this!
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[ Sinclair can be found at Holzig Camping Grounds or The Phantom Operatives Cafe Front or Katzen und Hunde Park and Cafe, seated at a table, folding seemingly endless amounts of paper into paper planes, boats or little origami foxes and owls. If he's not folding, he's frowning at a journal, muttering to himself as he flips through some pages anxiously, as if searching for something. Anything.
At least in the park, the dogs and cats seem happy to chase after the paper origami scattered everywhere]
...my name is Emil Sinclair. You can't take that away from me.
[Over and over, he'll carve those memories into his soul]
ii. The Search for The Missing One
[ Despite the voices on the wind returning, Sinclair doesn't seem bothered this time. Why would he? He doesn't remember his pain anymore. That was taken from him.
ItdoesntmatterItdoesntmatterItdoesntmatter--
What does he do with this anger? Regret?
So he continues his search fruitlessly through the Root Towns, interrogating NPCs]
You need to have seen him. Zelkova. He said, he promised--you can't...
iii. wildcard me.
i; holzig
But he's always been good at that. Holding his ground long past when he realizes something is futile, knowing full well that it's an empty gesture. He settles himself down across from Sinclair at the table and watches Sinclair's hands move restlessly. ]
You are Emil Sinclair.
[ He agrees with quiet emphasis, and the slight ghost of a smile. ]
And it seems I did something unnecessary... What are you doing?
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CLOSED - MICHEL, HANI, ORIA
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[ Another memory gone.
A remnant is that there's simply only what's written, and the words spoken, etched away into silence, and on his blade.
'Find the truth of this world.'
Who are they without their memories?
What is the truth? And for those who have lost themselves, does it matter at all? An illusion of deceit crafted unto their very person. Then does it mean all that they were born for is immaterial? What is the meaning behind that too, when even their pieces can be wiped clean with a new slate, unbidden?
Albedo will pursue his answers with reckless abandon, yet with a calmness that seems antitheatrical to that.
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He can be found in various Root Towns, Recreational Areas, wandering aimlessly it seems, intent on finding something. More answers. ]
ii. requiem;
[ When Albedo is winding down, he can be found in...let us say, one of the Recreational Areas, but more specific.
The Kühl Skating Rink. Anyone who so happens to come to this place will see him, coming off of the ice. He will tilt his head at anyone approaches, though not feel the urge to give a greeting at first. ]
iii. wildcard
[ Feel free to come at me with a prompt you made up or something. ]
CLOSED PROMPTS
Closed to Noé + NPC
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[ Surprisingly enough, Dosei is...absent from most of his usual haunts. He'd left the guild early in the morning, and now late in the afternoon, he's still nowhere to be found....unless, of course, you take a trip to the campground.
Step into the clearing, and you'll certainly find him! No campfire, and no tents set up. Whether or not he notices you, however, is another thing entirely.
He seems...frantic, almost. Sitting haphazardly on the ground, there's a sketchbook in his hands, and balls of crumpled paper around him. After a few moments, his furiously moving hand freezes, and Dosei's face tenses as he up and rips the page straight out with a notable ferocity, tossing it to the side to start anew. Or he tries to start anew, because it's in this moment that frustrated tears seem to stream down his face- leading to the book getting thrown to the forest floor in favor of scrubbing at his cheeks.
The forest is so silent, his hiccups soundless, that the words on the wind sound all that much louder. Tired, disappointed, strained, soft.
「 "Listen, can't you stop causing trouble for a while? I don't have this much free time to clean up after you, you know..."
"Speak when you answer me."
"Just...try and behave yourself, just this once. Please?"
"No matter what, Dosei, just remember we'll be thinking of you. Okay?" 」]
His head hurts.
≫ II.
[ Alternatively, now that he's shaken it off ( or somewhat shaken it off, anyway ), there are moments he can be found back at the guild hall. Feel free to stop by Dragon's Watch, but be forewarned there's a new signage plastered out front.
A nice, neat white sign on the door, written in big block letters.
LILOONY TUNES NO ADMISSION.
With a...shockingly well-drawn image of Lily, as they'd all seen in their dreams, but with a dozen sharp pointy knives pointing at his head.
Signage and artwork both courtesy of Dosei, who's inside currently wobbling dangerously on his chair with a cola in hand and attempting to feed x2 cats currently perched on the bar. Some things never change. Feel free to join him, he needs company. Or pick a fight, if you're feeling a bit spicy. ]
≫ III.
[ Finally, he's out. Doing- something productive. The nagging in the back of his head is persistent and itchy, and the loss just digs it's talons into his chest in an effort to shred it open. Something that can't be fixed by smacking monsters around to clear his head.
So he's here, going places he normally wouldn't ( why, he can't remember anymore ), switching to the synthesizer to deal with the NPCs with a paper in each hand- ]
Hey. Have you seen this little freak? [ A lifted rendition of Lily- ]
Or just this one? [ And then a similar picture of Zelkova.
He's...trying. Help him out? He's not good with the whole people-investigation thing. ]
≫ IV.
wildcard! drag him to investigate in a better way, smack him around, or come hit me up at
CLOSED.
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Was that always a keyword? No matter. Anyone who goes to input it will find it functions now, opening the gate to the expansive rocky plain the observant would have come to expect from 'Heartless.' Dust rises beneath each footstep, thick and grey and dense as funeral ashes. Jagged timbers jut up through the dirt, bleached by the sun, ragged edges like broken bones. The desiccated corpse of a town of indeterminate era is spread out across the desert; some of it preserved, beneath the dust, as though the occupants had all simply opened the doors and walked away, leaving it vacant.
In the distance rises a tower, an icier grey against the grey sky. The aura of foreboding will increase as anyone approaches until it's all but stifling. But those who choose to venture unwisely inside will find a monument to every form of human cruelty, twisted and labyrinthine. Down one set of stairs is a darkened cellar, reeking of blood; things squelch horrifically beneath your feet, disguising the sound of low, rasping breathing. Or down another path one might find dungeons; cells with skeletal remains with shackles loose around their bones, expansive rooms — finally, well-lit — with tools of torture from every age spread out across tables, some of them bearing distinct signs of use. Down another hall you might think you've found relief in what seem to be more ordinary bedrooms. But opening one of these doors offers the sight of broken glass, shredded furniture, the inside of each door gouged deep with claw marks so desperate they scarcely appear human.
Those wanting to enjoy(?) their haunted house tour may do so in peace. But for those who are wandering, lost, or who for some reason choose to seek out the master of the tower... he can be found by ascending the winding spiral staircase, up, up, up. The air gets chillier with each step until you can see your breath frost in front of you, until even that fades into the mist flooding the floor of the top room of the tower. He waits with his head tilted in expectation, all expression obscured beneath the helmet; he wants your confession, the deep, dark secret you keep locked inside. And you're cursed to share it: some ugly truth about cruelty, either your own or something you suffered. ]
OOC note!
((This dungeon is open for exploration and can be freely used in your own TLs or here as a free-for all; assume whatever additional horrific elements in it you'd like. Happy Halloween! Let me know in the header if you'd like to encounter Michel. All explorers entering the dungeon will receive the usual 24 hour curse: you feel compelled to confess a deep, dark secret to anyone who will listen, but this secret must be about cruelty. The effect can be used anywhere, and doesn't need to be confessed to Michel unless your character opts to confront him.))Gib
But after the leisurely tour, he finally finds the spiral staircase that goes up and up... until he sees the figure. Ah. It's another compelling mechanic. Don't tell him what to do– ]
I don't know whether if you'd want something new, but I wouldn't know how much of it you read yet.
REACHES OUT TENDRILS FOR
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gorre running back for the wall hole like OH NOOOOO
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GIMME MICHEL
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hani + tylor! maybe michel later?
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