cruel revival

When you find yourself teetering on the edge of oblivion, mine will be the hands taking pleasure in giving you the final push. [ u-1; can summon up to three 2/2 zombies three times daily, lasts for 10 minutes; wooden veil ]

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@mangekyouillusionist

Her first week in Hive City proved to be fruitless in terms of figuring out if she could find a way out. Her powers still haven’t gone back like she expected, but what’s a week to centuries? She’d bide her time. Time will come when she can cast down her wrath on the scientists who dared cage her in this plane.

-- So she decides to pick up a book first. Reading was always one of her favourite hobbies and the day was relaxing and even a bit overcast; the perfect time to wind down and immerse herself in some text. A foot absentmindedly tapping the ground, Liliana was calm without the spirits and the Raven Man driving her insane. It felt new to not hear them, but she wasn’t complaining. 

Loud noises suddenly pierced the silence the city had. The noise came from not too far from the area and out of curiosity, the necromancer did not hesitate to check it out. I knew the peace and quiet here was to good to be true, she thought. With book in hand, she heads to the direction of the noise.

Arriving at what seemed to be the source, she observes from a distance. There was a man-- worn out, wounded even. Discovering a new source of entertainment, Liliana sticks around.

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macabre waltz

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shadowesqxe:

He hadn’t meant to stumble upon the woman but Nico was finding himself more and more drawn to the dark aspects of the city. After all, a child of darkness belongs in the shadows, right?

What caught his attention was the fact this lady, whoever she was, almost had the same ability he did. Necromancy was one of his abilities as the son of Hades but unfortunately it was not something he was allowed to keep since arriving in this weird place. Still, he found himself slightly comforted by something he was familiar with. Whether or not this lady was nice or not… well, he supposed that was something he’d find out in due time.

Obsidian hues widened slightly as the zombies began to dance. That would not have been his first course of action for them would they have been his own and the way their limbs moved in time to a silent tune was almost amusing enough for him to crack a smile.

Almost.

Stepping out of the shadows with slight amusement in his eyes, he couldn’t help but make a dry comment. “I didn’t know zombies could dance.”

The zombies and Liliana herself kept on waltzing, the planeswalker humming a tune she remembered from hundreds of years ago. Her movements were graceful and practiced, flowing smoothly with an imagined symphony. ❝ I have an audience tonight, ❞ she acknowledged as her dance partner spun her around. The moonlight cast a soft yet eerie glow on the graveyard, highlighting the soft smile she had on her lips. Dancing was one of her favorite hobbies and it reminded her of days back when she was a young, naive girl.

A few more movements and she glances back at him. ❝ I prove you wrong tonight then, boy. They do anything I please, ❞ another spin. ❝ I don’t imagine anybody vising their dearly departed at this time of night; and you aren’t fazed like everyone else would be, ❞ curious, she sent one of her zombies to him.

❝ Care to join in? Your dance partner looks lovely. ❞

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revolvingmist:

His mist paused in it’s motion at her wink, glowing eyes widening. “So I have been told. Perhaps you can demonstrate for me some time.” Kurogiri pulled her hand into his own, feeling the etched skin as delicate as one would hold jewelry. Not that she was fragile, but that he still had to be careful. The demons of his world were relegated to folklore and the few he had encountered here were not the sort to make such intricate patterns. 

“Ah, excellent handiwork. A tragedy they did not read their own designs.” A tragedy for the demons that was, who may have escaped their destruction if they realized they were helping the one who’s destiny was to be their undoing. Such was the risk of gifting powers to those who could not be trusted. A similar mistake haunted his Sensei and Kurogiri had always been careful to learn from their teachings. Liliana clearly did not hold loyalty to the same heights, though Kurogiri supposed that demons were not masters who needed to honored. 

Finally, he set down her hand, moving the glass back within her grasp. “Hmmm. I cannot deny it. Such a coincidence is common here however. I am more interested in our shared values.” He usually just stated directly that he was a villain, but Liliana deserved something less jarring. He wanted to see her evil expressed naturally. “Do you have any interesting hobbies?” 

Liliana never really felt or expressed her appreciation for the whorls and designs carved onto her. It felt like being under a contract more than anything else. But if she tried really hard to look at the bright side, it did add character to her physical appearance. She realizes this as Kurogiri gazed upon her ornamented flesh. She watches him, amused.  ❝ A tragedy for them indeed.  ❞

Her brow raised at his response. Values and hobbies, he says. He’d be more useful than she thought after all. She pondered for a moment as she continued sipping her wine. Years and years of living opened all the doors for her to do whatever she pleased without any time constraints. ❝ Reading, ❞ she finally said. ❝ It feels like I’ve read at least one book from each plane I’ve been to. Dancing. Conducting scientific experiments... ❞

❝ -- And what about you, Kurogiri?  ❞

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⇕ = holding their hand YEEE BOII

“Liliana, must we do this in public?” Kurogiri stammered hurriedly. It was totally unnecessary and felt like she was manipulating him into something of her own design. He pulled her back along the way they were supposed to be walking, taking an alternative path to stay out of the main roads. Until he figured out what her game was, he could not be too careful. 

Still, he did not want to let go of her either. Slippy fish the black mage was, she would leave if she grew board with him. “How can you enjoy this place?” They finally reached the cemetery she had wanted to see. Kurogiri lifted up her box he had been carrying. “This is not at all suitable for a picnic, but if it is what you wanted…” He was still holding her hand. “Ah, shall I get your lunch?”  

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ᚡ - Random fact about the mun?

[ i’ve always had this thing where i like greeting people on their birthday exactly at midnight (no matter what timezone)....idk i think it makes them feel special and it makes me happy C: ]

[memedelene]

Yet Another Munday Meme  Send me a symbol and I’ll answer ooc 

ѩ - Are there any characters that you love, but simply cannot role play? 

Җ - What’s your greatest source of inspiration when it comes to role playing? 

ℛ - Are you religious? 

♬ - Do you listen to music when you write? If yes, what kind of music? 

ᚡ - Random fact about the mun? 

✒ - Do you have a preference when it comes to gender regarding your muses? 

ಹ - Share a story from your childhood! 

෴ - Tell us about your day. 

㉘ - How do you usually spend your birthdays? 

⨌ - If you ever had the opportunity to clone yourself, would you? 

ᚖ - Do you wear makeup?

༺ - Do you have any siblings? What’s your relationship with them like? 

๛ - Share an embarrassing story about yourself! 

❤ - Are you and/or your muse currently in love with someone? 

ℳ - Do you think you have a good handwriting? 

☢ - When was the last time you went to the cinema? What movie did you watch?

⨕ - Are you a jealous role player? 

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revolvingmist:

“A lovely name.” It did not matter to him that she did not provide a last name. His own was one he struggled to remember.  

He shrugged, mist coiling up from his shoulders as he scoffed softly. “Ask my mother as she bore me and she would have no more a satisfying answer then I. It is how I am. Human. The product of my powers or the cause of them, I do not know.” Someone across the bar requested a refill with emphatic waving. Glancing to them, Kurogiri tipped a dispenser, beer flowing through a warp gate into their glass. A minor distraction from their conversation. 

“Nor do I particular care. I have given up on being curious to what is is like to live with skin and sweat.” No longer curious, but the allure of it was still present. As human, he was the subject of human desires. Reaching for her glass, he moved his hand to the side, running a finger along Liliana’s knuckle,. The mist from his hand spread outwards, tracing her scars up along her arm until dissipating. 

“Though I do wish to know why your skin has such a design to it.”

Liliana gave his being another good stare, thinking of how mist could hold a solid form. She hasn’t seen anything like it.  ❝ Skin and sweat? Oh it’s lovely in certain situations, ❞ the temptress couldn’t help but give him a wink.  ❝ But yes, flesh does rot, wound and age. It’s rather fortunate that you don’t have to deal with that, ❞ youth and strength were things Liliana could not imagine herself living without. Literally. For that she envied Kurogiri.

She almost pulled her arm back as his mist trailed on the runes etched into her skin. It was something she hasn’t really told anybody about yet. Was there any harm in doing so? It was something like a testament to her power, that demons were stupid enough to believe that she would submit to their will and do their bidding. 

❝ A demon etched my destiny onto my skin. Power is part of my own flesh,  ❞  she started.  ❝ Negotiated with four of them to get my youth and power back. I killed them all in the end, ❞ there was something wild in her gaze then, reliving her triumph against the demons. But what happened after she finished Kothophed was a story for another time.

❝ We’re literally walking manifestations of our abilities-- isn’t that a coincidence?  ❞

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rinzlerexe:

As it turned out, the vehicles darting this way and that through Hive City’s streets had no observable preordained pattern–which made them very, very hard to avoid once one left the walls and rooftops and explored a more pedestrian method of getting around. Rinzler did not see the oncoming car until it was too late; they crumpled over its hood, limbs briefly akimbo before they were thrown to the asphalt. A derisive call of “idiot!” came from the driver before he sped into reverse, eager to flee the scene.

Systems rebooted, slowly, and a pale orange light pulsed back into formerly lifeless circuitry. The downed program in front of Liliana lifted their head with a frail sound of confusion, hands braced against the sidewalk in a failed attempt to lift them away from the cold ground. A moment’s recuperation followed before they rose into an awkward crouch, frame bowed and still trembling from the impact, stubbornly turned away from the necromancer in search of a viable exit.

Rinzler was used to pain, but this was still stark in its severity. They spared a pause to adjust to the sensation before staggering away from the crowd of onlookers and towards the nearest alley, vision still spinning and sparks of orange data trailing from their injured form; sparks that greyed and disintegrated the second they touched the ground.

Liliana smiled to herself when they were seemingly revived, but there was something odd about them. Maybe because they didn’t seem human. A frown graced her features then as they stood up themselves, limping toward a nearby alley away from the crowd.  ❝ Thank you for bringing me back to life, ❞ she mutters, expecting to hear it from the other. It wasn’t long before she stood up to follow them.

The planeswalker caught up easily. The alley glowed faintly with their pale orange light. They still seemed to be in pain, but she assumes that they felt it differently compared to a normal person. She kept her distance to avoid startling them and merely observed.

Moments later, she broke the silence. ❝ Tell me, what are you? ❞ she asks, her tone sounding a little demanding. She hasn’t seen anything like them before and it gave her a little excitement to discover something new after centuries of monotony.

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revolvingmist:

“They were not my mishaps, I merely kept ungraceful company. Unpleasant behavior ensued.” Frankly he was ashamed of those incidents. Funny as they may be for someone to hear, it was not something he was going to share with a stranger for laughs.  

Kurogiri nodded. “Yes, but you will be hard pressed to find anyone who can explain their oddity. Information is scarce on the subject.” He had tried his hardest to come up with anything and it was still difficult, even when he could put his ear anywhere in the city at a moment’s notice. He lowered his eyes to meet hers. “You are unfazed by my appearance, so either you are strong, confident in what powers you have, or well traveled. Possibly all three.” Beautiful as well, but vain for asking for his impression. Kurogiri left those thoughts unmentioned. A villain had no room to criticize anyone over vices, though it was so hard to find someone agreeable when you were looking for a companion who was equally evil.

He stole her glass away for a moment to refill it. “Also, it’s Kurogiri. May I ask your name?”

Or you look like mana on a stick, she thought. His unique form piqued her interest and his flaming eyes looked like it would give anyone nightmares. It was charming. She did not voice these though, for she was flattered by his remarks. ❝ And so I’ve heard, ❞ she replies, flashing him another devilish grin.

Taking her glass from him, she downs some more wine before she answers. ❝ Liliana, ❞ a brief pause. Her family name sounded foreign on her tongue, having lived without them for so long. Was it even necessary? Vess meant family. Vess meant her brother Josu...

The necromancer cleared her throat to shake the thoughts away. It was an old, old memory that was meant to gather dust in her mind yet it was still so vivid to her. Realizing that Kurogiri was waiting for anything further, she kept her composure downed all of the glass’ contents once more. 

❝ Tell me why you appear that way then. All mist...  ❞ something inside her wanted to touch his hair-- if it could be considered hair, at least.

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@rinzlerexe

Vehicles were still something new to Liliana. She’s only ever seen them on a handful planes, including Kaladesh. Hive City had more than a few of them, taking up the roads and making lots of noise. It made her rather curious. What did it feel like to be in those automobiles? Was it easy to drive it? It made her want to have one. It would be fun to speed through the city in it!

She thought of these while waiting to cross the road. It was yet another day and she still had no idea how to go back. It was merely an annoyance more than anything--

-- CRASH.

It was a blur. One moment she was deep in thought and suddenly a vehicle crashed into somebody. Onlookers rushed to look at the victim and it took a second later for Liliana to push her way through the people. 

Before she dabbled in necromancy, there were the healing arts. She got down on her knees and mustered up a small revival spell she remembered. She did not pay much mind for the other-- it was more of curiosity to see if her powers were working. 

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@dragonradars

Even though Liliana didn’t look like a day over 25, she sometimes felt the ache in her joints and bones over living for centuries when she gets stressed or exerts herself too much. She remembered the mist bartender’s suggestion of visiting the hot springs one day and heads there out of curiosity.

It sounded relaxing-- she’s never really tried to dive into one and she took this moment of idleness to check it out. Steam fogged the area quite a bit and she stood by the spring fully clothed, golden headdress and all. The hot springs were...hot. She was thinking of leaving when she started to sweat quite a bit.

On the other hand, she also thought of getting in, but her vestments (not even including her crown) were quite a handful. Where would she put them? Would somebody try to steal them? They were the only clothes she had at the moment.

And so she stared down at the spring, thinking deeply.

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macabre waltz

@shadowesqxe

It has been a few days since her arrival and the city was almost always alive and bustling. Some establishments didn’t close for the night and there were usually groups of people making a ruckus here and there. It was vastly different from Innistrad. Besides the obvious technology gap, Hive City wasn’t so....gloomy.

It was supposed to be a good thing, but she rather missed the dreariness of Innistrad she’s grown accustomed to. She missed her mansion and her zombies. Feeling homesick was not so usual in planeswalkers but Liliana got the feeling that she going to be stuck here for a while.

Finding herself in a dark, secluded part of the city, she closed her eyes and mustered up the power she had. Raising her arms with her eyes alight, bones slowly rose up from the dirt until it finally stood in front of her. 

Then, they began to dance. 

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Not ready. [closed]

@chainveil liked for a starter!

He’s not sure how she does it, but she sneaks up on him. Not only that, but as soon as he notices her, he gets the unshakable feeling she’s been following him for a few paces at the least.

And, oh, how he notices her. It’s a fluke, really – a fortuitous change in the winds, bringing him downwind of her for the first time since she’d approached. And the smell nearly makes him vomit. It’s faint, but unmistakable, and it sets all his hair on end, and it sets a stiffness in his jaw that’s visible in the moonlight, and it makes him want to run.

Against his better judgement, he doesn’t.

“What’s with you, lady? You the grim reaper or somethin’?” 

“You smell like death.” 🐾

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Liliana spent a whole day on a field trip, taking in atmosphere and the sights of the city. For the odd way she was brought to this plane, everything seemed so...normal. It was almost anticlimactic, really. She thought she would come across some demon in an abandoned alleyway or even an Eldrazi lurking about. Boring as it was, she was glad to have the time to figure out what happened to her suddenly weakened powers.

-- But immortal beings get hungry too. It was already dark when she felt her stomach gurgle. She already passed by loads of cafes and restaurants that she couldn’t decided (or remember exactly) where to eat. Picking a head from the crowd, she chose to follow a young man with a messy mop of hair to see where he would eat. It was dinner time after all!

He eventually notices her, taking his expression as a sneer on his young features. But what comes out of his mouth made her laugh.

❝ Watch your mouth boy, that’s quite offensive if you knew who you were talking to, ❞ her stare turned dark at him for a moment but she held back. Death was a touchy subject for her and she never warmed up to the concept after spending centuries escaping it.  ❝ Does the grim reaper sound like an empty stomach, then? I was merely looking for some place to eat, ❞ and after a moment,  ❝ Do I really smell? You must be mistaken. ❞

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revolvingmist:

Kurogiri briefly considered her offer to join. it would be nice to have something to keep his hands from idling but he had to decline. “It would be wasted my myself I am afraid. I have no fondness for drink, even wine. Recent… bad experiences.” Little imprudent demons foisting alcohol on him who had to be appeased with free drinks. Kurogiri pressed a hand to his forehead to repress those memories. At least the woman in front of him seemed nice. She wasn’t threatening to kill him so that was an improvement from past encounters. 

“That is good. Patience is practical virtue.” And something he wished he could better teach to his pupils. “Nothing in this city is what meets the eye. I presume neither are you but I will not press on your secrets.” Kurogiri felt that would be rude, even if he was a little curious. The woman also seemed like the type to share more about herself without prompting so he decided to wait and see. 

“But I cannot note anything especially malevolent about this place, apart from the occasional rampaging monster.”  

His show of unease amused her, making her let out another chuckle.  ❝ Oh, the irony of it. It would provide your guest some entertainment if you did tell me your drinking mishaps, hmm? ❞ The necromancer teased him a little but she rather appreciated him not being nosey unlike someone she knew back in Ravnica. 

❝ Rampaging monster? The usual, then. Though, these ‘scientists’ sound odd to me, ❞ she circled her finger on the glass’ rim, thinking. She was not about to feel caged in just yet. There was always a way out. Liliana didn’t want to stress over some children having fun with their cute science project. How much her powers weakened puzzled her, but she thought she would conquer this plane eventually. 

The planeswalker leaned towards Kurogiri, face tilted up so he could get a good look at her.  ❝ Well...what’s your first impression of me then, Mr. Bartender?  ❞

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[ another plotter call for grandma liliana here?

heads up-- she Hates death and thinks angels are annoying but if you like black magic and creating pacts with demons then she is just the person for you! uncapped for now ]

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❝ Interesting. I think I can help liven up the party. ❞ because what’s Thanksgiving without zombie butlers?

[doorknobwielder]

A VERY IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT

All of those citizens watching television that night would likely see what was to come onto their television screens. A man clad in black and red, two swords adorning his back and a gun holstered at each hip. He stood at a podium, tapping lightly at the mic in front of him, each tap yielding a loud thump on the speakers.

“Testing. Testing. Is this thing on? Helloooo–Oh, it is? Sweet! Let’s do this thing then.”

“Greetings, Hive City. And welcome to Deadvision, my new television series updating you on the happenings of the city. You’ll be seeing a lot more of me because I’ve decided to make a very important announcement. Due to the vast majority of people in the city and just how unruly it seems to have become, it’s come to my attention that this place needs a little change. Something that can be spoken of in times where everything is tough. In fact, some might even say this event just might be life-changing.”

“I’ll be running for Mayor of Hive City soon. I hope you’re ready to have a blast.”

And the TV cuts out.

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[doorknobwielder]

another note, not that it’s all that important, please rebagel for awareness since i know the whole masterlist doesn’t follow me. i just want peeps to know that their characters can have smth to do on thanksgiving if they want