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Who What Where (Prompts)

Ask My Character (Ask a question — a character answers IC and can break the fourth wall)

Truth or Dare (PLEASE be reasonable and do not send too many. COMPLETE one before answering another! Remember that there is a truth part to it; not just dares)

Headcanon (Anons send a word and you associate it with your character)

#pls......#as i write this open......

Who What Where (Prompts)

Ask My Character (Ask a question — a character answers IC and can break the fourth wall)

Truth or Dare (PLEASE be reasonable and do not send too many. COMPLETE one before answering another! Remember that there is a truth part to it; not just dares)

Headcanon (Anons send a word and you associate it with your character)

Who What Where (Prompts)

Ask My Character (Ask a question — a character answers IC and can break the fourth wall)

Truth or Dare (PLEASE be reasonable and do not send too many. COMPLETE one before answering another! Remember that there is a truth part to it; not just dares)

Headcanon (Anons send a word and you associate it with your character)

Who What Where (Prompts)

Ask My Character (Ask a question — a character answers IC and can break the fourth wall)

Truth or Dare (PLEASE be reasonable and do not send too many. COMPLETE one before answering another! Remember that there is a truth part to it; not just dares)

Headcanon (Anons send a word and you associate it with your character)

Who What Where (Prompts)

Ask My Character (Ask a question — a character answers IC and can break the fourth wall)

Truth or Dare (PLEASE be reasonable and do not send too many. COMPLETE one before answering another! Remember that there is a truth part to it; not just dares)

Headcanon (Anons send a word and you associate it with your character)

What would be the punishment for those who betrayed you, personally?

Nufufu, taking my reputation into account, I do not believe I have the right to punish traitors...

how does it feel to be technically alive again here, upon arriving to arcadios I mean

I suppose I feel alive. Nufufu... it is not anything extraordinary, really. I breathe, I need food and sleep, I am warm (believe it or not), and my heart is beating. That is all.

Let's say, you knew that Cozart was going to trick you, how would that change your course of actions?

I would ensure that I have the upper hand, that I am one step ahead of him. I would let him think he outsmarted me, then tear him down when he least sees it coming.

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Who What Where (Prompts)

Ask My Character (Ask a question — a character answers IC and can break the fourth wall)

Truth or Dare (PLEASE be reasonable and do not send too many. COMPLETE one before answering another! Remember that there is a truth part to it; not just dares)

Headcanon (Anons send a word and you associate it with your character)

[Closed @Daemon-Spade] Poco ho conosciuto...

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“It’s pretty clear there that you aren’t how you are normally.” He agreed as he shifted to open the door for the other male. “Considering how long it’s been… I thought you went and died somewhere, mm?” He added as he shifted to get a drink, feeling a bit thirsty. “Do you want anything to drink? To eat?” He finished, stretching a bit as he spoke, looking over his shoulder to the other male lightly.

Slowly, Daemon entered the other's hut, looking around blankly. "I believe I did die," he murmured, gliding to a chair and lowering himself onto it, eyes focusing on nothing in particular. "There was an explosion, I believe. I woke up not long after, but... I suppose it was a lot longer time than it felt."

Daemon leaned forward, placing an elbow on the table and his chin in his hand, eyes slowly scanning his surroundings before traveling to the Storm Guardian and watching him as he moved about. "No, thank you," he sighed. He figured that if it had been a month or so, he probably should have eaten something, or at least had a drink, but he didn't feel up to it. He felt as if the spirit had been drained out of him, and there was a very real, physical emptiness inside him that he couldn't explain.

"... perhaps some water," he breathed.

#il-temporale-di-inizio

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Recalled to Life || Closed

How long had it been? Days, weeks, maybe even months? Everyday seemed like the same since her miraculous revival. She was alive and she was aware she was alive but she didn’t feel, well, alive. Over the course of the past couple of weeks she had nearly suffocated herself numerous amounts of times just to feel something, anything.

Again she clasped her hands around her slender neck. She dug her fingers into the porcelain like skin. Applying more and more pressure until her breathing ceased. For a few moments she stayed just like that, counting the minutes as the essence of her life slowly slipped away from her. The sickeningly sweet presence of death was enveloping her until the very last moment when her arms suddenly fell limply to her sides. A purple hue of finger prints appeared across her pale skin. Another set of bruises to add to the rest of the lot, she thought as she gasped for air. As new-found oxygen filled her lungs she nearly felt like she was actually living once more but it was a short lived sensation.

The numbness encompassed her once more leaving a clouded look in her single violet eye. The ravanette stared down at her hands and studied the fresh blood under her nails. She looked up from her bloodied fingers, searching for the nearest source of water. Her gaze landed on a tiny stream not too far from where she was currently standing. The mist guardian made her way over to the small body of water and crouched down in front of it. She slowly lowered her fingers into the water, submerging her hands in the icy cold liquid. She had not expected the water to be so cold but she welcomed the freezing temperature anyway.

She kept her hands in the water for quite a while. She slowly began loosing feeling in her slim digits. Maybe they would turn a deep indigo from lack of blood? She thought to herself. I really love indigo. More pointless thoughts began to flood her mind. Her soundless inquiries ended there though, due to the fact that she had heard a branch snap somewhere in her general vicinity. She refused to turn around since she did not want to remove her hands from their frigid grave. Instead she closed her eye and let her mist flames seep through her pores. Violet mist grew thick in the air around her and immediately picked up on the presence of the intruder. She identified the individual in almost no time at all. Her eye flickered open once more.

“Daemon Spade…”

She mumbled more to herself than to him. She seemed too preoccupied with cutting off circulation in her fingers to address the male directly.

Daemon had left G.'s company in a pleasant enough mood. He was grateful to the redhead for restoring his ability to feel; he wasn't exactly sure how he had managed to do it, but he had accomplished it, and Daemon wasn't going to question it, or anything that had happened recently. He moved forward, he always kept moving forward. He had always had a tendency of dwelling in the past, but he always moved forward somehow.

So forward he went. He walked the dusty road back to his own village, when he spotted a frail body crouching by a small stream. As mist flames encountered mist flames, he felt the hairs at the back of his neck prickle with familiarity. He heard her call his name.

"... nufufu, what are you doing here all alone little one?" Daemon asked, stopping in his tracks not far away from the girl by the stream. There was something... off about Chrome and Daemon could sense it, from the way she sat to the dull look in her eyes. It was almost as if she were possessed... but he hadn't had anything to do with it this time. Eyes narrowing slightly, Daemon walked forward, crouching at Chrome's side and looking into the water. He could see her hands already losing color.

"The water is freezing, my dear. Are you that desperate to lose your hands?" he chuckled, gently tugging her hands out of the water. He looked at her for a little while, and soon guessed what was wrong with her. It was the same thing that had happened to him, the same trance that G. had snapped him out of. But how could he go about helping the younger Mist Guardian out? Why did he want to, anyway? The bruises he could see around her neck might have had something to do with it. The was something appealing, although entirely not right about seeing that pale, delicate little neck marred by such dark marks. He proceeded with caution.

"What happened here?" he asked casually, brushing his thumb over a particularly ugly bruise. Finger prints. Self-inflicted? He'd find out soon enough.

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Who What Where (Prompts)

Ask My Character (Ask a question — a character answers IC and can break the fourth wall)

Truth or Dare (PLEASE be reasonable and do not send too many. COMPLETE one before answering another! Remember that there is a truth part to it; not just dares)

Headcanon (Anons send a word and you associate it with your character)

ic and ooc: ever heard of RADWIMPS?

... pardon?

[yEAH I HAVE,,, i like them a lot v u v]

Are you enjoying Arcadios? c:

I suppose I have become accustomed to it.