I’ll keep it short. With Citta’s self-destruction and the fallout with it, it’s made things very tiring. Any kind of drama usually exhausts me but the appeal of the group was keeping that drama relatively quiet on the dash to not burden the dashboard with vagueposts, etcetc. but no group is without its faults and internal drama and to see all this come to light is both strange (in the good sense that most of the group is sensible, moving on to better things. Surprisingly, there are few opposed, yanno?) and equaling tiring. The indie scene had changed for a while too, and I focused on group activities because whenever I logged onto this indie account, there was always leftover dramas and issues on the winds. Considering the nature of the character I rp being legit problematic, I didn’t want to step into any of those waters and in turn, probably needed the extended breather from it.
Now that the new group is opening and its a good time for reorganization, I’m happy to see this dash clear up as well than what it was before and I would like to rp here again after its all set up. I’ll spend the next few days updating some rules and my own non-drama tolerance for this blog for a better dash for myself. but thanks to those who still follow me and those who have recently done so, I’ll be catching up and I look forward to meeting you. o/
Like I mentioned in my post that some deem as ‘telling’ in regards to the nature of who I am, you’re dealing with two different people from two different walks of life. What David did was slanderous, and anybody that read it, knows this. If someone slaps you in the face, your choice may be to turn the other cheek, or retaliate. However you choose to respond to that bold, brazen act should not overshadow the bold, brazen act.
I realize that there are a lot of divided opinions regarding this, and my post was not to rally the support of others or sway opinions. My post was to state my truth. One thing that doesn’t divide is truth, and the bottom line is that they’ve said things, I’ve said things, but we’re not about to paint him (or the others) out to be an angel (and I, the devil). The difference is, I never would have exposed anything anyone said because these things were said to me in confidence, and I had no intention of bringing it to the forefront. This was the method in which he chose, so I met him on his level. We’re not about to paint anyone out to be an angel because we approve of their slanderous delivery, and that I’m the devil because my delivery wasn’t as palatable for some. I tried to add some humor into this mess.
The bottom line is, they are imperfect and so am I, but in my imperfection, I did not set this public fire aflame. People in glass homes should not throw bricks. I truly apologize to everyone for the way this all transpired, and for the statements that were made (between both parties) over this seven year journey. This is not how I wanted any of this to go. Signing out.
Hey friendos, since I do have a few characters in Citta and I’m honestly more active there than here on indie, here’s a warning:
this flaming pile of condescending 2000 word bullshit above is why 99% of the group is bailing and the entirety of notes on this are upset and disappointed comments, the headmod is an abusive asshole who’s been called out for his shit, locked out the other mods from the masterlist and managed still somehow from the pit he dug himself into to try to frame everyone else as the bad guys for abandoning him and his group here.
tl dr; DO NOT JOIN CITTA. THE GROUP HAS BEEN COMPROMISED BY AN ABUSER. THE REAL GROUP MEMBERS ARE MOVING ALL TO @isolaradiale. ANY USE OF “CITTA” AS NAME IS NOT THE GROUP ANYMORE.
Don’t join it. Ignore it. And don’t let Ty get away with abusing people and lure them into his continued ‘Citta’ out of ignorance that it stopped being that group.
aksjdna .I’m sorry I haven’t been around much or gotten to drafts but in due time, i suppose? Not to say that I’m not here or I’ve lost the muse it’s just that i’ve felt increasingly more awkward to be around on here with all the ooc drama that’s sprung up in the last month or so. I didn’t wanna jump in or take sides and felt it unnecessary to chime in. It’s unrelated to me and i cant stand vague blogging or seeing it on the tl as happens with most drama. I’ve been away tending to my other blogs and rl so…yeah… ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ ;;
“I see something dark… is that some sort of candy?“
Carelessly rips it out, of course.
“Huh… oh. You have two rows of teeth? Or… do you.“
He’ll live.
“ Heal up tough guy.“
One deep unprepared shout later--
He drops his heels holding himself together.
No Draculas today. No Draculas today. Shudder shudder.
Not after that embarrassing time he stubbed his toe.
Casually pinches his cheek and pokes around with his gauntlet.
“ ---- ow! ‘ancr!! ah hur’s! “
Was that... a rotten tooth that was bothering Berserker after all? not even the dried blood on that gauntlet was enough to pacify complaints
For every 💭 I receive, I will write one thought my Muse has had about yours.
“Why is he making those faces at me again…“ Mental Sigh. “3 Years with that noble phantasm… his sanity must be stretched to a thread. I can only pray that the little I have remains with me for my mission here, lest I make a fool out of myself like that…“
TEETH, FANGS GNASHED AT THE NOTION. Claws of his hand swept in a crescent, claiming threads of the other’s collar and halting exactly there to his side again.
“I’VE KILLED FOR LESSER INSULTS.”
The sprawled digits curled under tension inward, a motion the other wasn’t a stranger to but its effect begot another legend to manifest. Like the evil heart that beat next to the spirit’s own, inside, yet not there, a lie to provoke, no to tear to surface but to expose
“AND YOUR FAILURE PUTS THEIRS TO SHAME. YOU DARE COMPARING YOURSELF TO ME, THE LORD OF THIS CASTLE, YOU MISCREANT? LEARN WHERE EXACTLY YOU STAND.”
Laughable! Same influence, this stray thought given shape truly believed himself to be similar to him. For that idea he should be rewarded with a torture that paled next to death, a taste of these powers he dismissed. The Prince of Darkness stood at the peak, without compare, just as royalty did. A shame this spirit forgot the most basic of principles that defined a throne room.
Berserker maintained face in the sweep of his collar. Even within someone’s else castle, he remained a king. Pride pinched his brows together. This man held no dominion over him.. but how quickly was his voice lost when he opened his mouth to respond. His breathe skipped and he choked on an inhale. His facade broke with eyes wide. Fear ( foreign, intruding ) crawled down his senses before spasms shook his hands.A rush of energy burned his throat-- magic, his body wasn’t equipped for-- straight from the source into a packet of rumors and lies.
“----!!”
Fingers curled and disjointed, nails sharped. From his chest and back, bloodied spikes erupted and hardened. He felt his jaw itch. Teeth no longer fit in his mouth. This was.. ! Panic robbed his form. Be it shame or retreat, before it worsened, the shadows that made up of Berserker’s flesh scattered into bats befitting of the darkness of the room. They reformed at the far end of the room in the shape of a man holding his own chest. He stood hunched and swallowed. Blue eyes reflected their lost to this concept that some one, some thing could force this change. It had to be.... no. no... His voice trembled.
“It’s YOU, isn’t it?”
Dracula...
❀ Lily couldn’t tell what it was that had made the power go out, but what she did know was that she was finding herself growing scared in this darkness that now covered the room. There was likely no reason for her to be–It was Chaldea, after all–Nothing bad could really happen there. But it didn’t stop her from imagining all sorts of bad scenarios, like secret attacks by evil servants, invasion of monsters from a singularity, or another betrayal of sorts.
So, to run into someone as she tried to stumble her way through the darkness was more than enough to completely frighten her. Letting out a small squeak of fear, she found herself falling to the ground from the impact.
“W-Who is that? N-Name yourself immediately!” She tried to keep the fear out of her voice, but failed. “What are your intentions? Whoever you are, if you are plotting some sort of evil plan, I will stop you!” Bold claims for someone currently shaking on the ground in fear. ❀
Berserker loathed the curse of Dracula with his whole being, but it had some uses. He had no need for light when it was stolen and wasted no energy in trying to see in darkness. His eyes were better suited for it-- preferred it. However, being so accustomed to it and for so long meant being so puzzled to see others helpless and blinded. Even the young Saber bumbled with her arms outstretched. Would she avoid him if he simply stood there?
Clearly not. She bumped right into him.
He sighed.
“I’m the ‘Boogieman.’”
There was no enthusiasm or play in his voice, just sarcasm. That’s what the other children whispered stories about. She should recognize his voice. Slowly, he bent down. he reached to take one of his hands into her own. It was cold, but firm. Saber wasn’t lost anymore.
“ The others were wondering where you were. Everyone is in the common room with candles and lights. Are you okay?”
“Hm. I commend yours as well.” To have such a lengthy, ferocious spar in quite a long time–no holds barred–left him feeling exceptionally pleased, with himself and his opponent of choice. Too long had it been since his blade was able to be free and slice viciously, the vibrations in his palms each time he struck like a chime of nostalgia. Theirs was a controlled madness; even in this mess they leave–ground turned scattered crater, walls caving inward with deep scars, a triumphant mark in his fellow Berserkers arm to show his own danger–this was nowhere near their full potential. For now, things were friendly. He stares the lance down while quietly sheathing his blade, briefly bowing in thanks before calming his stance and resuming his usual attitude.
“If I am to be here without my army, then I must become the army itself. But you are are quite the defender–it was quite a challenge to hit you even once.” A hand raises to fix the collar of his shirt which was turned askew during their bout. “Overall, the spar was refreshing. What do you say, ka? Would you have me again, or would you rather fight with Okita? I’m sure you know how she fairs against the lot of us.”
The prince’s smile was dangerous. Genuine. The thrill of their spar veiled over the gracious chuckles that passed his lips. Of course it was a challenge. He would not have it any other way. His name alone should provoke what threat opposition faced.
“Okita’s skill is unparalleled in their own right but she held back with me for many weeks. Different, you both fight differently, but I assume it is in nature of class that she was more resistant. You, on the other hand... it was only a matter of minutes to submit to my request. Heh.”
Vlad’s weapon dematerialized with silent command and that empty hand moved to support his injured one. He made it look effortless. Any blood blended in with his black coat. The way he held his arm appeared like the casual cross of arms.
“ Naturally, I would enjoy to see how this progresses. As of right now, I’m barred from missions. Training others is my charge. But even I need a partner with whom I can keep my skills sharp. I would have you again, indeed.”
Nausea stabbed him as if his call for stakes impaled the wrong thing. The whites of the Lancer’s eyes widened just as the veins in them became more visible. A disgust from the bottom of his being, from every inkling of his soul that resonated with their true name, spread to the wrinkles of his scowl and stirred the acid in his stomach. All these lines that reached nowhere on him, ( all in sight of those wings that twisted and pinched their way into reality. )
He bit his teeth together, tasted wrath. Felt the fangs that bound them to the same fate.
“You… you have no right to claim salvation. You denied forgiveness, you denied love. You denied God. What you are now, you always had been; thus, you are my truth now more than ever, as that damned vampire that only mocks your pride but not my legend.”
“ That is your revelation. Now stop. Your right for salvation - There is no right for those who bare their fangs at Him!”
Nonsense, nonsense. He bellowed from the depths of his throat, a voice that’d shatter lesser spirits in its wake and leave feeble wills crippled. A sweep with his hand was the command to his nameless soldiers- they’d never fail the arbiter. They condemned himself the most, with all of his viciousness, sparked from the ground in less than a forsaken heart-beat in reaching out for the Berserker. Where they sensed sin, they sought to burrow into and curse.
Skin? What skin?
It only inhibited this poor form of half man and half monster as Berserker stormed forward. A touch to the ground with the toe of his boot was more than enough for the stakes to find him. But they did little to stop his initial charge toward the Lancer, only dragged away shadowy flesh by tendrils Still, Berserker continued no matter the amount that came up in that short distance. Through his abdomen, spikes separated him in half. He slowed but abandoned with a flap of wings and the reach of claws. He ripped at stakes to propel himself forward, leaving more and more behind. Shadows, thick and corporeal, trailed down the metal and burned with curses. Semblance to Berserker’s princely appearance disappeared. His body stretched, no.. was pulled apart by his own obsessions. Teeth enlarged and features shriveled, sharp angels of protruding bones cast ugly shadows under the hall lights.
---but Berserker did not stop. Eyes trained on Vlad with the full intent to kill. He was nearly there! Too close! Too close. So.. close... His torso halted with the capture of stakes. The monster lifted claws up high....
-- it fell limply from the air in aired wisps past the Lancer’s face. Inches from Vlad, the final stake to end it all found the Berserker. Life fled from the vampire’s eyes, those blues were left glazed by the madness that encompassed him. Shadows began to disperse... A heavy eeriness followed the sight and silence, as though this had been the second time this happened: through his chin, the pike held Berserker’s head like a trophy.
And a protest to that murmuring, they both know better than to hide the truth between them like it’s a mismatched card shuffled in. The knight remained still, both arms folded before his chest. Too stubborn to be moved from his mindset, an immovable object. His luck showed for once, with the other self remembering who he was talking to and changing tone and subject.
“Lancer’s pride is difficult to predict, he may erupt in an anger that makes both ours pale to remind us who is truth and who isn’t. I’ll be earnest, for I’ve lied enough to myself. I would kill him for his betrayal, for forsaking the legacy of our forefathers and turning his back on God. But I’d not want him to see this.
“I’ve no pride of my own but I wish neither to be laughed at nor pitied by either a friend or an enemy I’ve once considered family. Is the weight of shame not already shackle enough? Is the proof of curse in my mouth not enough? Or perhaps… I fear him saying this truth I already know. ‘Brother, you’ve always been this’.”
“Rrhmm.”
As the words pressed heavier and heavier at his own pride, the blade threatened his throat..He looked away and swallowed. ’You’ve always been this’ still cut through him. They divided themselves up by truth and legend to ease their troubles but the simple fact remained: the Lancer also held their Image to the world. The wound of their reputation carved anew.
“Perhaps.... I am... insane...”
he began, struggled. He could not bare that truth. Blue eyes slowly drifted back to stare past this mirror, but to no avail. It was what it was. He could not trick the light or his mind. There was weakness in his voice however.
“--to my eyes, you still remain as the rest of us, look the rest of us. Are us. This is something we’ve always taken pride in, no? I’m certain Lancer would agree. Between you and I, I.. am the unsightly one if I do not look to you both to remember who I am. That I do not wish him to see either. I do worry what may happen if that shows, but at the same time, we do not need him. We only need to dispel rumors. Even the ones he has. Now is the time. I will make sure of it.”
Likewise Berserker never faltered with that logic and stubbornness, unaware of that madness. He reached out to touch the other’s shoulder.
“ Please take heart, myself. You’ll always be Vlad III.”
A soft ringing filled the training hall as they caught their breath.
Their spar was long. Two Berserkers of equal pride and measure contained to such small confines was not without substantial damages. Floor tiles were ruined in struggle and pieces of wall cracked and indented. He stood with sizable chunk in his shoulder, the rest limb. From the other’s blade. They wielded their sword with the expertise Okita had told him about. Curious, but simply not enough. With his stronger arm, he pointed his lance forward at the man.
“ You fight as if you had a whole army behind you, yet you stand and fight me alone. Color me impressed.. but in no way will I yield. Understand you face against one of the greatest defenders the world has known! I commend your ferocity! Time is up, we must return to being allies. ”
He does not bother his true self(s?) on Valentines but promptly appears in the morning, awaiting outside one of their doors. He grabs the wrist of one, then shuffles off to collect the other despite all the protest that may erupt. That’s why God gave him two hands! To take hostage with each of them!
He drags them to the outside of Chaldea’s facility. New snow fell overnight and it suddenly became obvious that he had been out here. Snow was moved ,piled and shaped into miniature castles. Three of them. Berserker, the madman, turns around to face them ,expression pure determination.
“ What’s more to love than our name?! Pick your position and let the battle commence! Last castle standing claims it!”
