DemaskedGrayFace

Who was I? I was no one. But that was a lifetime ago... Who am I now? I am someone. And for now, that is enough. ((This is an independent RP Blog for an Anon that decided to abandon the mask of anonymity and acquire an account and identity.)) ((Warning: This account will likely be very metafictional, so if you're uncomfortable with varying levels of 4th wall violation, this probably isn't a good follow for you.)) ((Warning: This account is likely to be a bit of a mind-screw. You have been warned.)) ((Open to RP with Anyone that's willing to put up with it.)) ((Please do not "auto".))

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((Charles Needs to Step Back Into Reality Sometime, Doesn't He?))

((I haven't been on this account in forever, even though I meant to resume RPing with Charles a LONG time ago.  The fact that I'm considering taking a break with Ni as I work on retconning the character and starting the actual Future 101 book series is an added reason to consider playing this person.  Oh, and also, apparently I have an ask for Exploiter of Sins that needs responding to XD.))  

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((I know I haven't been on here much.  Sorry, folks, I've been REALLY distracted, mostly with writing ("silly") stories for Deviantart and goofing off with videos.  BUT, I am hopping on every now and then, mainly to check my asks, so if you wanna do some light RP, or if I already owe you a response... or even if you just miss me and wanna chat, feel free to send me an ask.  I may not be the quickest, but I will be up for at least SOME interaction.))  

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((It occurs to me I still need to fix up Charles's page XD.  His archmage status should be openly stated there.  He also needs a character sheet, just in general :-p.))  

((Also as a heads up:  Any magic anons to this account will most likely simply be responded to with a "Charles eats..." or the like :-p.))  

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Anonymassacre.

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Something inside Charles perked up.  He didn’t know if it was his link to the collective directing him, familiarity, some sort of metaphysical blood-sent, or what, but he sensed the presence of conflict.  

Gathering himself, Charles began to fly through the void towards the source, until eventually he found himself nearing on what would appear to be a very enraged Trigintus surrounded by members of the collective… they certainly SEEMED like Boo’s.  

Letting out a deep, moaning battle cry, Charles charge at the conflagration.  

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As Charles came into the fray, the monstrous entity inside Tres’s mind ruminated over the role of whoever had joined it. Enemy? No, ally. Fellow destroyer. Tres made way for Charles, carving its own swathe of destruction.

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Charles nodded at Trigintus briefly, then proceeded to largely ignore him.  There was a time the fellow anon would have been on his list of things to attack (although, Charles wasn't sure if he'd ever have wanted to actually slaughter the being) but for now he was, indeed, an ally, albeit for the moment all this amounted to in terms of tactics seemed to be simply giving him his space.  It was nice to have another set of... well, whatevers... helping cut down the collective, but neither anon seemed to be in any mental state to be cooperating in a synergistic fashion right now.  

Charles spotted a group of anons in the distance, a collection of low ranking individuals, mostly warriors and magicians, that seemed to be trying to avoid the enraged Trigintus while keeping an eye on him, most likely trying frantically to help figure out a solution to the problem.  

... Or, at least, that's what they had been doing.  Now their attention was largely divided between Trigintus and the newly arrived Charles.  Chalres raised a hand, letting out a blast of raw magic and what could only be described as "the will to delete".  One of the warriors simply vanished, and the rest of the small cluster instinctively took a step back.  

Charles's eyes flashed briefly, a sign of something between smugness, determination, and triumph, and he charged the anons.  

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((Alright, afraid I'm gonna have to call it a night...))

((I know AnonymousUplifted and I just started an excellent piece of plot development together, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to be a big tease and put the rest of it off until tomorrow.  Regrettably, between the tiredness, fear of a blackout, and various other issues, I'm more than a little distracted right now.  But I should be on tomorrow... probably VERY early <3.))  

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Anonymassacre.

Charles vanished into the void.  In his newly altered state, his coordination was imperfect, so it’d be hard to find Boo’s collective, but he was determined to do so.  In the meantime, he’d just slaughter anything that seemed like it could be a portion of her collective… maybe it’d help him get his bearings.  

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Tres was already submerged in the Dark, lashing out against the Anons surrounding it. A wail came from its mouth as the thorns went out on tendrils, tearing apart everything in sight. Its maw opened up, swallowing the pieces en masse.

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Something inside Charles perked up.  He didn't know if it was his link to the collective directing him, familiarity, some sort of metaphysical blood-sent, or what, but he sensed the presence of conflict.  

Gathering himself, Charles began to fly through the void towards the source, until eventually he found himself nearing on what would appear to be a very enraged Trigintus surrounded by members of the collective... they certainly SEEMED like Boo's.  

Letting out a deep, moaning battle cry, Charles charge at the conflagration.  

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Anonymassacre.

Charles vanished into the void.  In his newly altered state, his coordination was imperfect, so it'd be hard to find Boo's collective, but he was determined to do so.  In the meantime, he'd just slaughter anything that seemed like it could be a portion of her collective... maybe it'd help him get his bearings.  

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demaskedgrayface replied to your post: demaskedgrayface replied to your post: ((And now…

((Yes, but I also have a dillema: Focus on playing that out, or focus on killing most of Boo’s collective, like originally planned.)) ((I mean, I can do both, just… depends :-p.))

((Choices, choices… let’s focus on the Collective, and afterwards we can sort out the story behind the sudden possession.))

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((Yeah, what I was thinking, too.))  

((So, will the possessed Trigintus be helping?  Or is he in no condition to focus on stuff like this?))  

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((Heads Up: There May Be A Power Glitch!))

((There's a storm out.  It's not wonderful timing.  Hopefully my lovely RP and socializing with you guys won't be interupted, but...))

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"Strange being. Order and shadow incarnate. Definitely mystical."

"Out of my way, insect.  I have more important things to deal with."  

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Archmage Charles!

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There was a deep, ear-splitting scream, followed by a blast of energy that sent ripples traversing the borders between realities... not to mention leaving a large, smoldering crater in the ground where it had originated.  And in the center of that crater rested Charles, huddled around himself, a reflexive side-effect of almost losing his own form.  

But this Charles was different from the one that had previously existed.  He had the same basic shape, but his skin had become a "purer" shade of gray, his orange eyes glowed brighter than before, and wrapped around his form, in place of his former cloak, were a pair of wings.  Large, gray wings, similar in design to those one might expect to see on an angel.  

Slowly, Charles gathered himself and rose to his feet, unfurling his wings to reveal the shape of dozens of arms and heads, like poltergeists pressed up against a painting.  While most of the heads were featureless, only loosely identifiable by their general outline, a few manifested what would appear to be mouths.  Somewhat disturbingly, the humanoid figures would occasionally move, shifting the position of an arm here, or opening or closing a mouth there, but for the most part they seemed mostly dormant.  

Charles looked at himself.  He had succeeded in his ascension, although he acknowledged his form was probably a tad more unsettling than most other archmages he'd seen... perhaps a side-effect of his violent motivation for achieving this form.  

Charles then turned to look at his surrounding.  He'd arrived in the same primitive fantasy world he'd first been "born" in.  Perhaps he had a special bond with this place... not that it mattered for the moment.  He had a more important bond to attend to, and a newfound duty to fulfill.  

Charles rose to his full height and spoke, to no-one in particular, in a voice that was loud and booming, but followed by a chorus of soft whispers.  "We're ready."  

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((Well, it’s just funny since Charles is about to emergy from “ascension”, which may, itself, have repercussions regarding the void XD.))

((That will definitely add new dimensions. The void is slowly ceasing to be the void and starting to become the twisting magical deathtrap.))

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((I guess that's kinda the thing about the Anonymythos:  1:  Things go bad, 2:  Things go CATASTROPHICALLY bad, and 3:  They go catastrophically bad on what can only be described as a a "super-cosmic" level XD.))  

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((Is it bad to really want them to fight for just a bit))

((OH!  Just noticed this!))  

((And... no, no it's not XD.))  

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The Process

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Charles could feel it, the collective bleeding into his mind and body.  He could also feel what was left of his rage bleeding into the collective in turn.  He struggled to focus, grappling both the rage and his self to keep the two processes under control.  But unlike in the past, it wasn't an attempt to block the collective off altogether.  No, he needed a portion to join with him.  

For the collective's part, the rage was largely rejected, but because it altered the collective's nature as it poured fourth, this was not a solid, uniform effort among its presence.  No, the responsibility fell primarily on Charles not to taint the collective around him.  Even after being "drained" by the Exploiter, it was still a very difficult task.  

Charles could feel himself fading, but he gathered his willpower for one last, determined pull.  This would be the final moment that would make or break his plans, and, in fact, his very existence...  

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((While he isn’t part of the collective that hurt Boo, he did work for them…))

((For the record:  I know this.  Charles, however, does not XD.))