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aladhra:

hatred. since my last ad didn’t go so well, I want to get going on some new fresh stuff! Like this for a starter of a varying size, capping out at 5 with the exception of castmates.

capped! I have work bright and early so I’ve got my starters drafted and they’ll be posted in the evening or so tomorrow, just wanted to give a quick update! If anyone missed this but still wishes to interact with Hakuryuu, my ask box is always open!

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rukhism:

 ã€ŠÛžã€‹â“ As fate would have it, the depraved magician would find himself in a peculiar position once more coming across a familiar face. It seemed to happen every couple of months, where the apparition of his past seemed to resurface and haunt him in the form of an individual from his own realm, but never did it happen as frequently as it occurred with his anointed king’s candidate: Hakuryuu Ren. Each time, he attempted to protect the heir from the dangers hidden within the city’s rigid infrastructure, far more dangerous than the average being would expect. However, for as much strength as he’d amassed in his time spent, he couldn’t save him from being dragged back into the void. 

It was almost as if each time, the short stints alluded to a mirage. Could it be the scientists playing with him? For what it was worth, he still found excitement - a sense of glee as a smirk formed across his lips, beckoning in a whimsical manner. 

“ Oi, if it isn’t your highness! I’ve been here for what feels like years, you know. I’d like to think I’ve got way more experience than you right now, but that isn’t a bad thing. When did you arrive, Hakuryuu? â€ 

     [ 練 ] The dark magician hasn’t changed at all, from what he can tell, informing the aspiring emperor briefly of his status. It’s relieving, in its own way, to see this familiar face, someone who he truly could rely on as an ally, especially in his desperate, pathetic situation. The prince wonders how much time Judar is insinuating, precisely, but he doesn’t press, because he’s sure he’ll hear something about it one way or another. When he’s asked of his time spent so far, he’s very honest with his reply.

     “Not much, I’ll admit. It’s been a few weeks, and I can’t say I’m getting used to this place at all. I shouldn’t be surprised if you’re comfortable at this point, but I don’t think it quite sits right with me.”

The young man stops to consider something which has rested on his mind, something he could only as a veteran of this city and someone he could absolutely trust not to misinform and take advantage of his naivete of the city. “On that note, I would also like to know what you think those Scientists are truly capable of. Are they truly in power here? How can they move us from our world to here?” he asks honestly, irritated and curious with the whole situation, his mind already working at what anybody else has likely wondered at: a breaking out, or an escape of some sort.

[aladhra]

hatred. since my last ad didn’t go so well, I want to get going on some new fresh stuff! Like this for a starter of a varying size, capping out at 5 with the exception of castmates.

[aladhra]

sanguinetactics​

     [ 練 ] It’s a disease with no obvious symptoms. The prince notices nothing of it, has no awareness of its existence, and carries about his way with no particular rhyme or reason, except maybe to look into a job, considering his sparse food cabinet. Really, right now, his stomach speaks for him, and he’s looking for the best discounted food, walking about in search of perhaps a small cart with cheap items, or anything of the like.

     But his food search ends quickly at the shove from an unexpected attack, and the young man finds himself pinned to the ground by -- a person? It felt more like a rabid animal than anything else, and everything about this creature looked less like a human than it did some bestial thing with a hooded coat, and he can barely make out its visage in the shade of its cloak. Hand-to-hand combat never fully suited him, and he hardly get a control of this monster from his position, his spear all too far when he’s unable to wriggle out of the grip.

     “What--the hell--are you--!!”

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didnothingwrong​

     [ 練 ] The small woman before him, as far as he sees, is nothing short of the definition of abnormal. It’s interesting in his own, and he’s never seen a person come from a cat’s body, or however it works for this lady... But he’s caught her midst-shift as he’s going about his evening, and he doesn’t hesitate to question her. “Don’t you think it’s strange to change like that in public?”

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woodlandguard:

“Apologies—I didn’t mean to taunt… It is not terribly unpleasant here, you see.” She hadn’t truly meant to rub in the fact that they were trapped. It took little time before the elf found herself at home in the city, her new friends keeping her spirits high. Still, she had forgotten how vulnerable one feels upon entry.

Curving a polite smile to the man, she turned her gaze to the left of where they stood. “I believe the quickest route is this way.” she told him, her feet beginning to move from a standing position. “I do ask, may I know your name?”

     [ 練 ] The woman quickly apologizes, though little does it heal the sore; but he doesn’t say anything else on the topic, because he can agree to some extent. The City isn’t terrible, but it isn’t exactly his idea of a good time, either. Nodding in recognition, the young man continue to follows the redhead, who seems not to really mind the whole situation, probably an optimist of some type.

     His head turns to look in the general area where she had gestured, wondering if it was the same way he’d come from, but nothing around him looks even the slightest bit familiar from his trek into the overgrowing forest. But he follows her, the woman who doesn’t seem to have hidden intentions, and she makes conversation easily. “You seem to know this place much better than I do... I must thank you for your guidance, I should have paid more attention to my route. My name is Hakuryuu Ren -- not that it’s important around here. And yours, Lady...?”

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coraille:

          He’s forgotten again, how many times he’s come here, how many times they’ve had this conversation. This was not like the first time, though. She’s not the same as she was when she first saw him so long ago. ❝ I… ❞ she’s not sure what to say to him anymore. She knows how this will end. There’s no changing him, he’s different every time. He’s worse every time. Still, she can never give up on him. She refuses to let him go without having said what she has to. ❝ I will not give up on you. ❞ she says, hands balling up into fists as she says so.

          ❝ No matter how many times we will have this conversation, I will never give up on you…and– ❞ No, she can’t falter now. Not with something like this. She has to be firm. ❝ If you will feel some sort of peace..then please. Kill me. ❞ silence, but then she reiterates.

          ❝ If it helps you feel at ease, if it keeps you here…if with my death, you will stay in this city and feel something then please. ❞

     [ 練 ] The way she speaks is much more bold and distinct than before, even if he did once praise her for her determination and strength, and even if it surprises him in the slightest, it shows none on his unshakable expression; of course, he’d never again show such a vulnerability to a person, especially to the one standing before him. She details having shared these words with him before, and although he’s not the forgetful kind, he can’t even admit to himself that he has even the slightest knowledge of dealing with this before.

     Though, it really doesn’t bother him, so long as he’s the only one of him in this city. Her next words are what push him over the metaphorical edge, the one he’d been leaning over in his own mind during this conversation: she offers something he’d sought in their own world before, but he has no words to begin to explain his stupor.

     Is life for her here that terrible?

     “I wouldn’t suppose this is a convenient excuse for you to try and act as some martyr? What makes you think I’ll even have the slightest chance of leaving again -- is this some sort of taunt? Are you only saying this to remind me? I have no choice but to be kept here like cattle, and you’ve got nothing but empty words to try and get something out of me?” She is stupid. Beyond it, even, and he was almost absolute she had some pitiful influence pushing idiocy to her, making her say these--

     really, he was more in denial that she’d offer her own head, and her genuine belief her self-sacrifice would change him somehow...

     “What makes you think your death would have any influence to begin with?”

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hatred. hey, same thing as I posted on Mukuro, just now getting off hiatus and I don’t have much going!So like this if you’re interested in an interaction and I’ll shoot you a message to get an idea of what we’ll do. I’d be interested in some body, alignment, memory, or power swaps!

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rukhism

     [ 練 ] It’s awfully convenient for the prince to have such an encounter in this kind of a place; where one would think they had little hope for continuing their prior endeavors from their prior home, he would almost say he’s lucky to see the dark-themed, crimson-eyed magician he called an ally. The prince hadn’t considered that someone like the Oracle of Kou would exist in this desolate city, though Hakuryuu didn’t think it’d be entirely impossible to meet with this magi again, and he couldn’t lie and say he hadn’t hoped for an opportunity like this.

     A civil smile greets the magi when Hakuryuu confirms, absolutely, that this is the same as the one who stood by his new conquest. Without slowing nor speeding forward, he skips formalities  when approaching him in the dusky evening and speaks evenly. “It’s about time you came around -- or am I the late one? I haven’t been here too long, but I’m surprised I haven’t seen you until just now.”

[aladhra]

hatred. SO, because I’ve been slacking and I’m tending to my drafts, here’s an ad/starter call! No exceptions for castmates, but I’ll cap this at 3 to get things going!

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awildgildartsappears

          Prosthetic arms tap one another mid-stride, neither of the men looking too closely at the other prior to this; the prince, not observing any specific person while trekking the city streets, arms full of bagged groceries, stopped to look at the other who collided sturdy, solid limbs with his own.

     Although really, he was partially at fault for not having looked too closely. “... Apologies, I mustn’t have been looking too closely.”

[unheiring-blog]

He wants names, does he? Dorian chews at his lip. It might draw the wrong attention, depending upon who’s listening in.

After a cursory glance around the area, he lowers his voice to a hushed tone and answers, “I can tell you the names of those who possess moderate influence in this city: Connor Kenway, Ezio Auditore, Kumagawa Misogi, the Nightmare Knight, Roman Torchwick, and supposedly the Once-ler. There are others, of course, but they come up enough to stand out in my mind.”

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     [ 練 ] The man doesn’t hesitate much when hearing the question, looking about to secure the area, then firing away. Many of the names are foreign, strange altogether, but the prince is absolutely sure he’d recognize any of them again if they’re to come about. Really, it’s good information, although Hakuryuu thinks further before questioning again; a person who’d give out this sort of information to just anyone couldn’t be trusted close than his spear’s breadth, right? 

     But he’s satisfied with the answer already, nodding at his understanding, “I’ll remember those, since you say they’re the most prominent. That isn’t entirely secret if you’re sharing with me of all people, then? You can’t trust everyone around this city, correct?”

[aladhra]

spear, get

[aladhra]

I’ve come to realize that I don’t have much going on here, and I’d like to change that! Like for starter, capped at 4 with the exception of castmates. However, if you miss this, please just shoot me a message and we can do something!

[inqeradarchive]

Finally… the self-proclaimed “emperor” shows himself. It’s been quite some time since their last meeting; a year at least, if not more. How time has changed the young prince. Bitterness has eaten away at his heart, at the kindness he fronted back in Sindria. What’s left is a spiteful husk, hellbent on domination, as far as he can tell.

“I could ask the same of you, Hakuryuu.” Such a light tone for an ominous meeting. “Or have you conquered the rest of the world while I’ve been away?”

In his heart, the dark rukh flutters. 

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     [ 練 ] The man jabs at his goals, but just like Sinbad always is, he’s calm even in the most pressing of situations. Suppressing his immediate anger, bitterness seeps into his words, his dislike of the king’s words and his situation altogether rubbing against him like calloused hands. “No, I haven’t done such a thing yet. I’m here just like you are. I’m assuming you’ve been here some time, then? It isn’t like I am here by choice, either,” he speaks. Sinbad doesn’t seem to remember anything he does not already know, which makes for all the simpler of this meeting. “Is there anyone else here? I have already seen Morgiana, but nobody else.” Surely, if he were to hear of Kouen or his ally’s stay here...

[coraille]

          This scene has played out far too much for her liking. Each and every time she’s crossed paths with the young Prince, it never leads to anything positive or good. Nothing nice is ever said to her, it’s always an insult or a warning. She’s tired of it, she’s tired of avoiding him. She’s tired of feeling as if she can’t do anything. They had once been comrades, but something in him had changed. Yet she still holds some hope of somehow changing his way of thinking. ❝ Why must I leave, Hakuryuu? ❞ she questions, but does not have it in herself to look at him as he is now.

          ❝ I have seen you too many times, I have been told to leave so many times. You have threatened to kill me..twice. I know this is not how you truly feel. ❞ she’s more frustrated with his behavior towards her now if anything. ❝ Why can you not get along with me anymore? I truly…care for you and yet you treat me as if we are enemies? ❞ 

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     [ 練 ] Ah, right.

     He never knew how many times he has been in and out of this place, nor is he too concerned over this. The red-headed girl is more confrontational now than he remembers her to be, and admittedly he expected much less of a rebuttal; in any case, he himself doesn’t wish to see her perish, prompting him to insist she avoids him and remains away from him and his goals.

     “I don’t know a thing about being here many times, but I’ll tell you one thing: we are different people. Your path is much different than mine, I don’t follow bright-eyed fools without a second doubt.” He knows she will dislike what he has to say, but she did insist. It’s necessary, he reminds himself, when she expresses her sentiments. “It is not that I hate you, but that you are in my way... Do you not understand if you’ve spoken with me so many times? You really must be more blinded than I expected you to be. If you know I threaten to kill you, then would it not be advisable to simply take my advice?"