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#{ MEMORIES. }#{ BURSTING GIRL. }#{ MANA MASTER. }#{ WISEWOMAN. }#{ GENTLE IDEALIST. }#blood tw///#{ sry genis }#{ k im gone now bye }

ofthedxwn

Man. She really couldn’t catch a break, could she? Unfortunate event after the other, Yona always seemed to find herself in terrible circumstances. First being thrown into this city, and now it becoming an illusion. What was even real anymore? She wouldn’t have had so much trouble if she was with Hak, but alas, she and her bodyguard had lost their ways, and now she was pettily attempting on finding him.

Thankfully, with a shot of an arrow she could dismiss what was a mirage or not easily, but she tried not to use it often, fearing that the shadow figures would loom over her. She kept her attention on peek, any sign of anything familiar of the bodyguard would give her a sense of security. Upon seeing the fling of an axe in the distance, the princess found herself running towards them. Oh but how the mirages lied, and they seemed much closer than she realized.

But as she looked to meet the axe wielder, it was in fact, not her bodyguard; “Oh no. I must apologize myself..!” Yona is at a lost for words. This person seems so.. frail.. but here they were, wielding a giant axe. Respect was paid, and Yona found herself interested in this other. “Is it safe to assume you are simply wandering in this city? Wondering what is wrong?” Because she was the first actual person Yona has seen all day. The princess looked out into the distance, at certain buildings, which she could’ve sworn weren’t there the day before, “Everything has… become so… eerie…”

combatiir

— [ ✗ ] — Drab, her appearance may be, Presea is no stranger to royalty. Dim recollections of delivering sacred wood to the palace, and later, more vivid recollections of hanging onto Lloyd's metaphorical and heroic coattails has brought to mind certain courtesies and knowledge in relation to those of noble birth. With this in mind, as she continues her scrutiny of the newcomer, while there is no certainty of nobility, there is a certainty of good upbringing.

She doesn't appear suited for this sort of thing, but then again, neither does Presea. There is no point in judging others, and besides, however she may seem, the redhead is in possession of a weapon. She could be dangerous--

❝Yes, you could say that. This clearly isn't what is considered normal. And, these mirages... They are harmless, I believe.❞ She passes her ax through another mirage, this time with much less hostility. ❝I have a basic idea of parallel worlds coexisting, and while I'm positive this is the case here, it is different from what I am used to. Mm, anyway, what are you doing? You look like someone who is searching for something.❞

#ofthedxwn #{ YONA. }#knymirror

sevenseasmelody-blog

Deciding that standing wasn’t going to help her situation, Haruka took small steps forwards. She got out of the alleyway and began walking towards a random direction. “It’s really uncomfortable walking around here… What am I doing, walking around in a place I’ve never been to befo- EK!!!” She cut herself off as she was freaked out by the ax in the other girl’s hand.

Feeling weak all of a sudden, she slumps down to the floor. Tears had welled up in her eyes, but they did not fall down. Looking back up, she nods her head slowly and timidly.

combatiir

— [ ✗ ] — ❝Hm? Oh...❞ Her line of sight lowers, focusing upon the weapon in hand. Of course, her survival instincts bloom in full force, particularly in a place like this. Even with that thought in mind, she could do with being more civil. Before raising her voice again, Presea's ax lodges itself in the asphalt. ❝I apologize. I am accustomed to being in danger.❞

Features most regretful in nature mark her, as the petite female extends a hand towards the slumped female. If she was in possession of a stronger sense of humor she would have chuckled at the irony in place. Yet, as it is, she hardly grasps the concept of irony, truth be told.

❝Do not worry. I am here to help.❞

#sevenseasmelody #{ HARUKA oo1 }#knymirror

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“What? Uh, no.” Startled by the voice he head, his head jerked to the direction it came from. Emerald eyes met the others’ calm ones as he stepped into the building. Shaking his head as another confirmation, he walked a bit closer to the other, hoping they’re friendly.

“No, it’s not. I’ve been walking around all day trying to figure out what’s happening. Do you know anything about all this?” He gestured towards the dusty mess of furnitures.

combatiir

— [ ✗ ] — She blinks a few times, features remaining as impassive as ever. Rock steady is the gaze she holds, and while it may appear to be somewhat intimidating in nature, there is also incredible reassurance. Few seconds pass before she turns back towards the abandoned room at hand.

❝I see. I had assumed as much.❞ A single nod is delivered in affirmation, a hand extended to shyly touch a plate left out. Is it her imagination, or does the room suddenly feel warmer? Slowly she returns to hold the gaze of her companion. ❝I believe that this house is responding to us being here.❞

#militaryboii #{ KENTIN oo1 }#knymirror

lonelydeathchild

Event: May The Soul Rest

combatiir

“Again and Again! Why do they not stop doing that”

Anger, Uggae was angry and it was not over something simple. The shadows where asking her to join them, They were calling upon her darkness and she was not in the mood to deal with them. Not today and not ever as she wandered the strange looking world.

“STOP IT!”

She screams to the shadows, holding her head and trying her best to shed herself of any emotions but they were overwhelming her. She wanted them to stop as she moved deeper into the place before finally a welcomed distraction came to her.

“Who’s there!”

combatiir

— [ ✗ ] — She feels as if the Devil's Arms are speaking to her. Whispers drag across her body and mind, scratching and clawing and moving. Like an itch under her hand that just won't go away, the whispers beckon.

She reasons that her hunger is just getting the better of her, as it is worth noting her ever grumbling stomach. Brows knit close, annoyance is brought to a peak, and deliberately slow footsteps drag their way through a house that whispers.

A distant, hollow echo of a voice reaches her ears, and at the ghostly sound, her fingers tighten their grip upon the handle of her ax. Stop it! And later, who's there? Presea swallows the lump in her throat, and cautiously moves towards the source.

❝I am Presea. Who are you?❞

#lonelydeathchild #{ UGGAE oo1 }#knymirror

shikiifu-blog

❝ presea —- ! is that you !? ❞

the merging of the two worlds ( tethe'alla & sylvarant ) had occurred not too long ago —- so … of course, she didn’t forget the pinkette. such innocence and pain previously written on a youthful visage, adorned by a soulless child; oh ! how it pained her to recall times past. a city to start ANEW, perhaps that is what they both required in order to live once again – this time without suffering.

combatiir

— [ ✗ ] — ❝Sheena!❞ Only recently it seemed that two worlds reunited into one, and with it, a journey coming to a halt. Weariness which once held heavy on everyone's hearts began to loosen. Healing more effective than Raine's artes has begun. For now, she prefers to think of this city as a paradise, setting aside suspicions for the sake of a much needed vacation. Presea looks on into the future -- and into the eyes of her friend.

❝I am happy to see you here. Did you just arrive?❞

#shikiifu #{ SHEENA oo1 }#{ oh your sheena is so lovely. /bows/ im not worthy! not worthy!!! }

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combatiir:

It happens in the span of a second. He’s waiting for the light to turn so he can cross the street–and looks up in time to see a girl, walking across the opposite intersection.

He’s sure he’s never seen her before, but that pink hair and those pigtails strike a nostalgic note in his subconscious.

‘Who…is that?’

The lights change then, but instead of crossing the street, Kyubey dodges traffic to chase after the girl instead, jumping over a sea of honking cars with his levitation skills (now that he thought of it, why didn’t he do this in the first place?) until he landed, quite lightly, in front of the petite pinkette.

She’s short enough that he has to stoop a bit to see her face–which is unfamiliar–but Kyubey decides to ask his question anyways.

“Do I know kyuu?”

combatiir

— [ ✗ ] — She's never been particularly attentive to her surroundings. That is, she is aware of what surrounds her, but chooses to focus mainly on what lies ahead. And right now, all she desires is to cross the busy road.

She has that itching feeling one has when they are being watched, but ignores it. It is probably nothing, she surmises, before staring forward at the road ahead. Traffic crawls to a stop. She walks.

She forgets that vague itchy feeling, that is, until the honking of car horns increase. Her mouth forms a faint 'o' as she looks over the traffic. Completely nonplussed, her eyes wander towards a figure levitating and landing to stand in her way. A spark of rebellion flickers, a hand clenches into a fist, and then, it's gone.

❝No.❞ She speaks with affirmation and without hesitation. Head tilting upwards, she pauses to further scrutinize the appearance of the male who approached her. ❝Well, I know I've seen you around town before, but I don't believe that's what you mean.❞

#redemptore #{ KYUUBEY oo1 }#{ yeah! presea does looks a lot like madoka. about the same height too #hoo boy this will be fun! }

"On a scale from 1 to 10 how much do you think I understand the character I roleplay?"

when u realize that you recognize almost none of the muses at kny

#{ OUT OF SOLITUDE. }#kny ooc #{ r.i.p. m e #you all rp so well as far as i can tell tho }

alt!

Send me “alt!” and I’ll introduce you to a character I’ve rped in the past, want to play in the future or are currently playing somewhere else!

❝Cazzo! Try that again one more time--❞ His vocalizations, while near musical in quality, bear a harshness which knows no bounds. Temperament flares, as does the temperature around him. The inevitable dangers of interacting with a pyromaniac, pyrokinetic, psionic usually comes to mind, but evidently in this case, his opponent is oblivious -- or stupid.

Patience has never been his strong suit, yet everyone is of the persuasion that, because of his size, he must be -- shudder at the thought of it -- harmless. The nerve of them! He's one of the greatest scientific minds the universe has seen and the scourge of multiple planets, yet all they can think about is how little he looks?

But hey, what other reason would he have to reduce someone to cinders?

Lucio Diacchio - Original Character

#knymeme #{ MEME. }#late memesponse #thomcruiz #{ i apologize to every italian who has ever lived #i also apologize to everyone shorter than me #sorry world }

alt

Send me “alt!” and I’ll introduce you to a character I’ve rped in the past, want to play in the future or are currently playing somewhere else!

❝Why do you stare so much? You're quite rude, you know, with your stares and unpleasant thoughts. I know I'm a monster, but would you care to treat me with respect?❞ She delicately closes her book before setting it aside softly. Slightly, her upper body tilts forward and upwards as a deliberate movement of observation. ❝No? I didn't think so. All humans are exactly the same, after all...❞

Satori Komeiji - Touhou Project

#knymeme #{ MEME. }#late memesponse #{ my satori is usually so chill #but thats because of character development??#or smth...#shes cranky in this sample tho lmao }

alt!

Send me “alt!” and I’ll introduce you to a character I’ve rped in the past, want to play in the future or are currently playing somewhere else!

❝Whaht a htotie! Oops, hottie, lmao.❞ She grins hugely, elbowing the other female in good spirits. And, speaking of spirits, the martini glass in her hand sloshes, expelling liquid wantonly. The blonde laughs boisterously, winking eyes betraying a hidden cunning. ❝Bet he's a hot dad? He totes looks like one, amirite??❞

Roxy Lalonde - Homestuck

#knymeme #{ MEME. }#late memesponse #ijntrumpcard #{ my roxy is so generic bcuz i havent played her since 2012 oops #i have muses for all the void players #void is love. void is life. }

hoookay now, my health plummeted lmao but now its back to top condition and I'm gonna boot out my six replies + three memes! on a meme day. yolo...

#{ OUT OF SOLITUDE. }#kny ooc #{ poses// }

;;notice

I apologize for a lack of activity here and on Kogasa. I have been busy with IRL stuff and dealing with sickness, and tbh, I clean forgot about hiatuses ( I'm used to being under the weather for like a day and that's it ) Anyway! I'm feeling better today so far, and have been slowly working on Presea's drafts ( three meme responses and five replies ) and will get them out sometime today. Thank you all for following me and being patient!

#{ OUT OF SOLITUDE. }#kny ooc

ALT!

Send me “alt!” and I’ll introduce you to a character I’ve rped in the past, want to play in the future or are currently playing somewhere else!

❝Friend is in need of help! Riki can tell! Riki can tell!❞ The creature's head-wings flap flap, causing the being to hover a few inches off the ground. Jumping and flapping repeatedly, the little Nopon is brimming with excitement. His determination towards this single goal outweighs all else; after all, it's the Heropon way! ❝Tell Riki! Riki can help! Riki can help!!❞

Riki - Xenoblade Chronicles

#daiance #knymeme #{ MEME. }#{ i LOVE RIKI OK }#{ winner of the bionis' best dad award every year for like ten straight years }#{ i really want to rp this little death pinecone lmaoooooo }

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Send me "alt!" and I'll introduce you to a character I've rped in the past, want to play in the future or are currently playing somewhere else!

#knymeme #{ MEME. }#{ the only meme 4 me lmao }

ofthedxwn

— [ ✗ ] — In a remarkably casual fashion, she waves her ax, watching it pass through a mirage. She's been watching these shadowy figures intently, as if she's had nothing better to do. Oh, yes, she could panic and fret, but what use would she be if she worried. It isn't as if she's weak or anything.

So, when someone almost bumps into her, she doesn't even flinch. ❝I apologize for standing in your way. I should have been more attentive.❞

#ofthedxwn #{ YONA oo1 }#knymirror #{ i apologize for taking so long! }

militaryboii

— [ ✗ ] — She looks inside one of the houses and it is empty and alone. A thin layer of dust covers the tables and chairs, suggest abandonment, though only recently so. Objects stand where they shouldn't, plates left out on tables, chairs sticking out at awkward angles. It is lonely. Like her.

The door behind her opens, and she fixes her quizzical stare on the newcomer. No change in her emotion registers as she sizes him up, and when she speaks it is in a deceptively hushed tone, ❝This home would not happen to be yours, would it?❞

#militaryboii #{ KENTIN oo1 }#knymirror #{ sorry for the short length & delay i hope this is ok! }

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