“Halt! State your purpose.” Normally he was more accommodating of visitors to his mansion, but now that he was a known enemy of the crystal and a co-leader of Sheffield, he had to be cautious. “Are you aware you’re trespassing?”
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“Halt! State your purpose.” Normally he was more accommodating of visitors to his mansion, but now that he was a known enemy of the crystal and a co-leader of Sheffield, he had to be cautious. “Are you aware you’re trespassing?”
“He went to see my mother, but he should be back any moment if you don’t mind waiting. It should only be a few minutes.”
"Ah, very well." He nodded and after a moment of thought, "Would my lady like to keep me company till then? Or are you as preoccupied as your father?
What could she say to that? She didn’t disagree with it after all. Experience was an incredible, and unforgiving teacher, and such lessons shouldn’t be disrespected. She just…had a lot of trouble putting that to herself. “You’re right, sir. I know that. I just- …I wish I had enough experiences to give you a real answer.”
"That will come with time." She was still very young. And he had about 2000 plus years on her already. "You will learn. You will grow. And you will come to your own answers." As long as she didn't doubt her own head. The heart was fickle. But the mind would figure things out.
(( So here’s the dealio guys. Even though I just got out of school, I’m going on a roadtrip up to Chicago this weekend! I’ll be staying at my sister’s tomorrow night and won’t be available again until monday night at the earliest!
So here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to queue up replies on all of my blogs for the next couple of days. And I’ll see you all when I get back! <3 ))
STARTER CALL! Like this post for a starter from the vampire loser. For mutuals only.
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It was indeed a generous offer. And in a situation like this he saw no reason to refuse. “You do me a great honor. Consider my council yours, and if you ever need speak with me simply speak the words and I shall come." He'd been more and more frustrated by the paintings in his home lately and would take the opportunity to leave lest they drive him completely mad.
Shake it up!
SHAKE IT UP: Our muses experience a small, violent quake.
Sheffield was broken, seemingly beyond repair. The crystal was dark. Not even the monsters would come near the place anymore. And as expected the affects it had on the environment were disastrous. Some how it felt too familiar...
Pushing the thought aside, he observed the town. Suddenly a quake hit and he sighed. Natural disasters were unavoidable things indeed. Yet they still surprised some.
He noticed the woman who had recently come in to town struggling to stand upright. Without any hesitation he floated over to her and steadied her. “Are you alright, my lady?”
Aftermath Of The Assault
Send one to a Group Member! If applicable, choose which Muse does what.
SHAKE IT UP: Our muses experience a small, violent quake. FEVERISH: One muse unknowingly drank from a poisoned stream. BRUISED AND BROKEN: One muse desperately needs medical attention. AFTERSHOCK: One muse has a panic attack triggered by memories of the assault EMPTY BELLY: Our muses suffer from the food shortage and seek a solution THE BLAME GAME: Our muses argue over who should have done what during the assault SURVIVOR’S GUILT: One muse comforts the other over the deaths of the innocent LOSS OF FAITH: Our muses discuss one losing faith in their faction IT NEVER ENDS: Our muses fight monsters drawn to a Town’s Crystal (any town but Sheffield) OUR FUTURE: Our muses discuss what they plan to do moving forward HEALING GRACE: One muse takes the other home to rest RECOVERY PLAN: Our muses begin restoration efforts together NEVER AGAIN: Our muses spar together to grow stronger against incoming threats
!! For Crystathereum members only please !!
HEY CT!VILLAINS! PARTY AT DEROSSO’S MANSION!
No Loyalty Among Monsters [CT!Assault]
The rubble around him made his heart sink when he stared at it. But he could not understand why. Why did he pity these people? Were they not the reason he couldn't remember anything about himself? It is only through fighting for Romulus that he will regain his memory after all.
While he reminisced, he almost didn't notice the swarm of monsters that were surrounding him currently during their bid to tear through the town. He stared at them blankly while the Bloodtastes growled at him and the Kusariqqus roared. "... You vile disloyal beasts. You will fall by my hand and leave nary a scratch on me. Now come at me and I will show you to hell's gates."
The beasts began to attack him and he slashed through them with only a few strikes from his blood blade.
*casually drops this in the tag*
The Vamposer needs more art… and more love. (yes that is what I call him and his fakey Demon… wine sword)
//I see Derosso decided to join Leon for the fun~ Let’s plot together and kill all the people and monsters, hmm~? It’s not like the Golem has any opposition~
Also, the airship gun is being used. He’s very happy with that. Enjoy blowing things up, Cloud! ♥♥♥
(( Did someone say death and destruction? DeRosso and Leon will be a hella team for this event so hell yeah let’s plot! ))
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; send me ❛ brush ❜ for my character's reaction to your character running their fingers through my character's hair.
“I understand that my tresses are long presumably enjoyable to touch, but is that truly necessary?”
; send me ❛ brush ❜ for my character's reaction to your character running their fingers through my character's hair.
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What is your muse's motivation in their CT!verse? What drives them? What do they consider most important to them?
His memories. They’re the only things that matter to him, because without them he feels hollow and without purpose. In his mind he believes there’s something he knows he has to do but he can’t figure out what without them. Unfortunately, if he were to gain all of his memories back, he would likely turn against the side he’s been chosen for. Which means they will be forcefully suppressed for as long as possible. However, because they’re so important to him, he will go along with his superiors tell him in order to have them returned.
[ THAT FEEL WHEN YOU MAKE SOMETHING INCREDIBLY STUPID ]
And So It Begins [ct!assault]
A lone figure stood atop the large, "haunted" mansion. He watched from afar as the rock giant wreaked havoc on the town. He stared, stone-faced. The destruction caused a stir in him. Something familiar. Something he'd seen before. But he couldn't place why.
It was enough to make his head hurt.
And what better way to clear than with some mindless destruction?
The man disappeared in a puff of smoke, replaced by a small bat that flew down into the middle of the screaming citizens. Again he appeared as man, drawing his blood red sword. The innocents shrieked to find the man in front of them suddenly.
Despite his orders he avoided attacking the women and children. Something in him stopped him from attacking those that could hardly defend themselves. But the men? The men were fair game. And his blade would taste the blood of many this day.
If only he didn't find the smell to be so foul.