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// well, this was surprising to come back to! i’ll be archiving this blog for nostalgia’s sake. while miku’s adventures in the hive are coming to a final close, i’ll be migrating her over to Isola! my old indie blog @ghostruled will be re-purposed for this.
you’ve all been wonderful and an absolute blast to RP with. i hope to see you all on the island!
revengechained
It sounds odd, but other than a strange discomfort and an oddly off-tilt feeling, Kurapika didn’t really notice the oddities– at least, of the people. He’d always been one to avoid others; now, they seemed to be showing him the same courtesy. He was, however, very aware that he had never been ‘here’ before… or, he didn’t think he had. It was difficult to say for certain when he was unsure of where exactly he was.
The voice drew his attention, and he sought it keenly, although it took him a moment to navigate through hallways of the foreign building. His efforts rewarded him with what seemed to be a teenager with a shock of electrically blue hair and eyes.
“Hello. Pardon if I’ve startled you– that wasn’t my intention.” A pause, as he contemplated his options. “I don’t mean you any harm. I just seem to be a bit lost.”
The boy seemed timid and, if anything, only confused about his own presence in this place. She couldn’t blame him. This place may as well have been a maze for the uninitiated.
“It’s okay.” She replied, offering him a small but warm smile in an attempt to assure him. “You didn’t startle me. It has just been a little bit since I’ve seen anybody that wasn’t... some kind of phantom image.” A pause as her smile faltered slightly, taking a small meek step towards him. Hopeful, almost.
“Do you know how you got here? I’m trying to figure out how to leave.”
spiralknigit
Sheeesh, this blizzard is nuts. But the metal-detecting radar he has to follow is pointing out what is either a small spaceship or a large building in this direction.
Ixtharion pushes onward, scarf around his neck starting to be more snow than wool. Ah, in the distance– there’s what he’s looking for! A large building. Then on the wind, he hears a familiar voice. Miku?
The knight squints against the wind, trying to see through the drifting snow. That’s… maybe a familiar silhouette in the distance? It’s the direction his radar is pointing though.
Ix keeps marching onwards. Eventually, he gets to the base of the building. Oh hey! It is Miku! “Miki! Hey there! I didn’t know your creators had a base of operations on Isora! How…. Uh, how did you get here, anyways? I didn’t know your world had advanced space travel.”
Miku’s more than happy to see the little knight get to the building safely, but his words leave her with more questions than answers. Isora? Space travel? Either way, such a situation wasn’t the time to worry about those things. She needed to help get her friend into safety.
“Just hold on, Ix! I’ll be right down!” She yells down over the wind, promptly leaning back into the room and shutting the window. In quick succession she turns on her heels, darting out of her room and down the hallway, over to a flight of stairs that would take her to the first floor.
After a couple minutes of not hearing from her, Ixtharion would suddenly hear the sound of a metal door unlatching and creaking open, coupled with the shuffling of snow. Not far from him, the android is opening a back doorー but she appears to be having to exert a sizable amount of force onto the door to get it open, due to how much snow has piled up against it.
“I don’t think I can get this door open very farー you might have to squeeze in here!”
gamma-ursae-maj0ris
“Magic.” Is the blunt response. Very funny, Miku, asking how they did that when both of us are dreaming.
“…That was sarcasm, of course. Dream logic is the correct one.”
Phecda steps off of the water, and with a small hop off the edge of the fountain comes to a floating stop a few inches off the ground.
“It was pretty tricky to break in here. There wasn’t a point that seemed logical enough until this fountain showed up.” Phecda flicks a drop of water off a finger. “So this is your dream world, hm? It seems like an average human office building to me.”
“Dream... world...?” She repeats back slowly, as if letting the words sink in for a moment. She begins to idly play with the hem of her skirt, nervously glancing around at the surroundings. Was it just her or did things suddenly seem a lot quieter...?
“This is my creators’ headquarters. I-I kind of lived here. We’re in the courtyard right now.” A momentary pause, and suddenly with more determination in her voice she asks, “... Is this what this is? Just a dream?”
AILE //↺\\ DREAMSCAPE
klaxosour
↺ “This is the story of a child that knew nothing but darkness. Never had she gone outside, merely remaining in her cage, clinging onto her first and only ‘pretty thing’.”
The darkness of the room was pierced by a spotlight that shone on a small girl with her back against the wall. She was dressed in rags and didn’t respond to the light nor voice, both of which were just dramatic set pieces in the dream she was experiencing. All around the room were plushies that had been torn into and shredded. The girl herself had skin of red, horns protruding from her head as she clung desperately to a storybook.
“She was a child that had no name, no understanding of the world. She only knew darkness and pain.”
Another spotlight lit up, this time pointing at a trespasser. A voyager that had invaded her dream, surely not by choice.
“The story is now yours, invader. Will you show her warmth or hatred?” The voice sounded distant, detached. Of course it did, it was the voice of the girl the child would eventually become. “Just know that whatever you do this story will have the same ending. A tragedy cannot become anything else.”
For a moment, she had felt nothing. Yet as quickly as it had faded, her senses returned to her once more. There she stood under the spotlight, gaze fixated on this strange looking girl as she took in the words of the narrator. Where she was wasn’t certain, but one thing was for sure: This seemed to be a set for a story to be told.
Was it really impossible to make the outcome any different?
Cautiously, the android stepped forward, being sure to keep light on her feet and voice as to not accidentally startle the girl.
“Hello...?” She finally mustered out, nervous yet intrigued. “I don’t mean to hurt you.”
Dreamscape ‖ Enter the Fade
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➳{ Surely the world had gone mad.
For a moment, everything was as it should have been. Despite the substantial weight of their involuntary stay in this town, many days and nights passed in a calming (if not monotonous) peace. Yet a brief walk introduced the very fabric of reality tearing itself apart. Abnormal tears were scattered about, revealing an entirely different world. One she was all too familiar with.
“The Fade?” she breathed softly, baffled by this phenomenon.
Peering into a nearby tear, her pure golden hues brighten at the familiar scenery. Without a shred of hesitation, she stepped through until the world enveloped her. After all, this world felt almost like home to her despite its dangers. The sky was painted a sickening green and decorated with floating terrain. Sections of Hive’s streets melded with foreign objects and structures. Spirits appeared and disappeared from view as they roamed the otherworldly land. And in the distance high above, the spires of the Black City peeked over its own floating island.
The voices of the ancient elves whispered their way into her thoughts, overlapping each other until she was unable to clearly make out what they spoke of. However she did note the tone of concern in their indecipherable words. And she couldn’t help but feel the same. This was not a dream, which was the typical way of entering the Fade.
No, she was physically present…along with someone else.
“You there,” she raised her voice, ensuring that she would capture their attention, “How are you able to be here?”
Her expression was calm, yet her mind raced through millions of questions. Entering the Fade was an impossible feat, with the exception of a certain individual. Hundreds of mages had attempted in the past, and all of their efforts were in vain. Yet there they stood, nonchalant and oblivious to the world around them.
“Huh?”
Gaze shifting, the android turned her head to lock eyes with the stranger that called out to her. Her voice had broken the eerie silence that seemed far too rare for a section of the city like this. She wasn’t entirely sure where in the city she ended up in, or even precisely how she had gotten here, but it appeared the woman was equally as confused as she was at the moment.
“‘Here’...?” She repeated, the look of concern slowly beginning to manifest upon her features. “Sorry, I’m... not sure what you mean, ma’am. We’reー we’re in Hive City right now, yeah?” She cast her gaze upwards, noting the twinkling of the towering skyscrapers above.
“... I’m actually not sure how I ended up here. I wasn’t here a few moments ago.”
Hatsune Miku : 01
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The weather was acting... strange. Very strange. It felt as if in an instant the weather turned from a pleasant spring breeze to that of an unusually frigid winter. The sky blackened, snowflakes pouring forth with the wisps of cold air. The snow began to collect on the ground quickly, and in what felt like minutes, the outside was blanketed in a couple inches of snow.
Miku watches from the safety of her room, expression wracked with concern as she peers out at the terrible weather through her window.
And as she watches the snow fall, movement among the white backdrop caught her attention. Somebody was wading through it towards the building. They weren’t very tall, but they were very familiar.
Immediately, she unlatches her window and pulls it open, leaning forward to call out to the small knight.
“Ixtharion!” She yells, hoping to be heard over the howling of the wind. “Is that you?!”
@spiralknigit
The people that inhabited this weird reality never spoke to her. They would go about their normal activities, but any attempts to reach out and speak to them were met with what looked like their very existence warping. They would shy away, becoming a static-ridden blur that threatened to simply blink out of reality.
It was awfully lonely, but Miku had begun to realize that their behavior seemed to correlate with the presence of somebody else. Somebody else from Hive City.
So when the phantoms began acting particularly agitated and unstable, as if reacting to the emotional air of something, the android immediately took to the hallways of the building, breaking the eerie silence with her voice.
“Hello? Is anybody there?”
@revengechained
The android finds herself in the all-too-familiar courtyard that could be found in the middle of the complex. It was small, quaint, but still very well kept. Small patches of grass, lined with concrete pathways leading up to a fountain in the middle. More for show really; a few of the people that worked here would spend their lunch breaks here.
She really needed to spend more time here too.
Curiously, Miku strides over to the fountain, watching the water flow through as eagerly as ever. Stopping by the edge, she peers down at her own reflection belowー
... That is definitely not her reflection looking back at her.
Her idle curiosity quickly turns to shock, and she reels back, watching in awe as her friend rises from the water.
“Phecda? H-How did you do that?”
@gamma-ursae-maj0ris
Aaand here’s a Dreamscape starter ad! This is going to be uncapped, and of varying length depending on what I can cook up. I may also slide into your IMs if I wanna brainstorm about dreams and whatnot.
A little info about Miku’s dreams:
She doesn’t actually recognize that she’s dreaming. Being an android, she’s never dreamed properly before.
She is consciously aware that something is wrong though, and that she is definitely not actually back home.
Speaking of home, her dreams will (likely) take place at the HQ of Crypton, the company that created her. It’s a massive and modernized complex. Miku remembers this place the most, and therefore the entire place will appear extremely vividlyー which is a contrast to the surrounding cityscape that is blurry and out of focus.
Her dreams will be fairly tame at first, though as it goes on, her anxieties will start manifesting in both the environment and the ‘people’ that fill in it.
://electric dreams of home
.. Where was she?
Finding herself standing amidst the bustling city-scape, Miku found herself frozen in place, watching as the bystanders weaved past her. Faces blurred, little more than a passing memory, the android couldn’t place why theyー and the architecture around herー seemed so dauntingly familiar.
Muse Body Language
bold what you apply to your muse.
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DEFENSIVENESS:
arms crossed on chest // crossing legs // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // karate chops // stiffening of shoulders // tense posture // curling of lip/baring of teeth
REFLECTIVE:
hand-to-face gestures // head tilted // stroking chin // peering over glasses // taking glasses off — cleaning // putting earpiece of glasses in mouth // pipe smoker gestures // putting hand to bridge of nose // pursed lips // knitted brows
SUSPICION:
arms crossed // sideways glance // touching or rubbing nose // rubbing eyes // hands resting on weapon // brows raising // lips pressing into a thin line // strict, unwavering eye contact // wrinkling of nose
OPENNESS & COOPERATION:
open hands // upper body in sprinters position // sitting on edge of chair // hand-to-face gestures // unbuttoned coat // tilted head // slacked shoulders, droopy posture // feet pointed outward // palms flat and facing outward
CONFIDENCE:
hands behind back // hands on lapels of coat // steepled hands // baring teeth in a grin // rolling shoulders // tipping head back but maintaining eye contact // chest puffed up/shoulders back // arms folded just above navel // leaning against something
INSECURITY & ANXIETY:
chewing pen or pencil // rubbing thumb over opposite thumb // biting fingernails // hands in pockets // elbow bent/closed gestures // clearing throat // “whew” sound // picking or pinching flesh // fidgeting in chair // hand covering mouth whilst speaking // poor eye contact // tugging at pants whilst seated // jingling money in pockets // tugging at ear // perspiring hands // playing with hair // swaying // playing with pointer/marker // smacking lips // sighing // rocking on balls of feet // flexing fingers sporadically
FRUSTRATION:
short breaths // “tsk” sounds // tightly-clenched hands // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // rubbing hand through hair // rubbing back of neck // snarling // revealing teeth/grimacing // sharp-eyed glowers w/ notable tension in brow // shoulders back, head up — defensive posturing // clenching of jaw/grinding teeth // nostrils flaring // heavy exhales
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FAIRY TALE AESTHETICS: HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSON VERSION
Rules: Bold what applies to your muse and repost
THE STEADFAST TIN SOLDIER:
paper dolls. rain against a windowpane. fish for supper. silent communications through eye contact. a tiny tin heart. cobbled streets. deep rivers. open fireplaces. well-loved toys.
THUMBELINA:
water lilies and lily pads. red and yellow tulips. sun reflecting against water. iridescent beetles. singing beautiful songs. swallows. butterfly wings. dresses made from flowers. dark tunnels. stories about summer.
LITTLE MATCH GIRL:
bitterly cold winds. sound of a match striking. falling stars. the most beautiful dream. tiny flickering flames. fat snowflakes. the feeling on New Year’s Eve. ignored by all but one.
THE SNOW QUEEN:
shattered mirrors. early morning sled rides. rose bushes. crows. dancing shadows. robbers and thieves. sleeping with a knife. reindeer. ice skates. tears of joy. northern lights.
THE LITTLE MERMAID:
strings of pearls. warm, soft sand. church bells. lost voice. dripping wet hair. fireworks. thunder storms.
theeternalartist
“Hm..?”
His reason for being around was a rather poor one. He was passing through after visiting a store to gather some necessary supplies for his works. He did not have much interest in the festival, but that didn’t say much as he rarely took interest in anything unless it allowed him to demonstrate his artistic ability. Hearing his name called out caught him by surprise, but he began to understand rather quickly once he saw the turquoise hair coming towards him
“You’re fine. What’s up, Kid?” he asked before hearing the reason and seeing the extra box she had with her. Pocky, huh? “I remember hearing about these snacks, but I never bothered going out to try them,” he gave the comment with a hand reaching to take the box and examine it. “Not that I doubt it, but I’ve always preferred the things I’ve been use to eating.”
The box was pretty much the standardー bright red box, with the name of the treat printed in big white letters.
“Ohー You don’t have to eat them if you don’t want to.” She replies, tone assuring. “I just didn’t want to be carrying around an extra box that I might not eat right now.”
“They’re a pretty popular snack home...” She smiles slightly, as if she couldn’t help but reminiscence for a moment. “I didn’t eat them often, but they were nice sometimes... Did they exist where you come from?”
