ARCHIVED

(AND IT BEGINS)

ARCHIVE NOTICE

This blog has started to feel a little stuffy and worn, so I’m gonna reboot it with a slightly different plot. Sorry....this blog will be archived so that you all can still enjoy the former crazy...if you want.

It will be rebooted though, I just need time to set it up. When I get the promo, it will be rb-ed here.

Steps were heard from the entrance, headed to the throne. Her black hair slinked behind her, bouncing with every step. She was humming a song, something ancient and sinister sounding. She stopped just as the one in the throne noticed her... ((@the-moon-dreams))

@the-moon-dreams

White didn’t actually look up, she was still playing with that head, now casually knocking out it’s teeth with her weapon in the form of a hammer. Pop, one flies out and clatters to a stop near the intruder’s feet.

“…my brother is playing with someone else, you’ll have to come back,” she said plainly, busy in her work of taking apart the head in her hands.

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Crescent glanced down, picking up and examining the tooth. It grows a black, only tentacle from a crack. She watched in satisfaction as it grows, clamping to the floor as more tentacles and what looks to be a head and body emerges. It screeches at her, its mouth all sharp, gooey teeth and its eyes shredded holes. She lets go of the creature, letting it run off and out the castle.

“Oh, I’m not here for your brother. I’m simply here for… a good time.~” She walked up closer to White, stopping inches from her face. “And you’ll give it to me, whether you want to or not.~”

White didn’t look up at Crescent, busy trying to grab something in the mouth. She braced the rotting head against her chest...and yanked out it’s tongue with a tearing sound.

She paused for a moment then looked up and Crescent. Another beat....and then-

SMASH!

White’s armored fist crashed into Crescent’s nose, knocking her away from the throne. “I don’t have time to play...I’m busy...” she said simply, turning back to the skull.

Yam had heard enough about 'Dark' apparently abandoning Milk.. His mace dragged behind him as he approached the ruined castle, a scowl on his face.. (@Bakedinhell)

Everything was wrong…completely and utterly and totally wrong. The trees were barren, shriveled and dead.

And from every crack, a strange red mist started to leak out. It swirled around Yam’s feet…..and he could feel his fire burning hotter.

As he entered the castle…it was not Black he found sitting on the throne…but instead the white knight, idly examining the head of a prior victim, half melted and broken.

( @bakedinhell )

Yam took a step back… then forward. No. He came here for a fucking fight. He refuses to back down.. he won’t. Yam spun his mace around in his hand, getting into a battle ready position.

“YEAH, yeah.. FINE. LET’S GO ALREADY!” He said, but he didn’t swing. only prepared to counter or guard. He remember what happened last time.. His arm was broken, electrocuted… He wasn’t risking it.

Even if they didn’t remember his erratic attack patterns.

Black laughed and banged his sword on the ground….then charged. He got very…very close….Yam could wee the insane, bloodthirsty look in his eyes, before he finally dragged his sword over his head. He started hacking and slashing wildly where ever he saw purple.

Yam started to dodge, moving his mace in a way to block. There was a loud clashing of weapons, but Yam attempted to focus.

He ducked down and swung under Black.. attempted to. When Black didn’t seem to flinch, and moved the sword towards him, Yam practically rolled away, carrying his mace close..

..just keep moving..

Black kept after Yam, swinging wildly as he moved. He wasn’t thinking. There was no pattern. He just wanted to hurt Yam. That is all he ever wanted!

He wanted to see him bleeding, broken. Yam could feel the static charging in the air. He wasn’t stopping. He wasn’t going to stop unless Yam stopped him.

Soon.. Yam grew tired of dodging, raising his weapon. The berserker began to attempt to block the swings as he moved.

At one point, Yam decided to swing. His left arm shielding himself using the armor on his arm, his right arm swinging at Black Knight.

Yam can’t dodge forever. He knows that, and it won’t stop Black..

Black reacted to the swinging by shifting positions...and swinging outward.

CRACK!

He watched with a cruel grin as the mace clattered against the floor. He smiled and stepped on the hand, feeling it crack under his weight.

Yam was still standing...good good....this one will be fun then. Black spun his sword and stomped closer to Yam. How much can come off....before he falls?

LET’S FIND OUT!

Yam had heard enough about 'Dark' apparently abandoning Milk.. His mace dragged behind him as he approached the ruined castle, a scowl on his face.. (@Bakedinhell)

Everything was wrong…completely and utterly and totally wrong. The trees were barren, shriveled and dead.

And from every crack, a strange red mist started to leak out. It swirled around Yam’s feet…..and he could feel his fire burning hotter.

As he entered the castle…it was not Black he found sitting on the throne…but instead the white knight, idly examining the head of a prior victim, half melted and broken.

( @bakedinhell )

Yam took a step back… then forward. No. He came here for a fucking fight. He refuses to back down.. he won’t. Yam spun his mace around in his hand, getting into a battle ready position.

Even if they didn’t remember his erratic attack patterns.

Yam started to dodge, moving his mace in a way to block. There was a loud clashing of weapons, but Yam attempted to focus.

He ducked down and swung under Black.. attempted to. When Black didn’t seem to flinch, and moved the sword towards him, Yam practically rolled away, carrying his mace close..

..just keep moving..

Black kept after Yam, swinging wildly as he moved. He wasn’t thinking. There was no pattern. He just wanted to hurt Yam. That is all he ever wanted!

He wanted to see him bleeding, broken. Yam could feel the static charging in the air. He wasn’t stopping. He wasn’t going to stop unless Yam stopped him.

Yam had heard enough about 'Dark' apparently abandoning Milk.. His mace dragged behind him as he approached the ruined castle, a scowl on his face.. (@Bakedinhell)

Everything was wrong…completely and utterly and totally wrong. The trees were barren, shriveled and dead.

And from every crack, a strange red mist started to leak out. It swirled around Yam’s feet…..and he could feel his fire burning hotter.

As he entered the castle…it was not Black he found sitting on the throne…but instead the white knight, idly examining the head of a prior victim, half melted and broken.

( @bakedinhell )

Yam took a step back… then forward. No. He came here for a fucking fight. He refuses to back down.. he won’t. Yam spun his mace around in his hand, getting into a battle ready position.

Even if they didn’t remember his erratic attack patterns.

Black laughed and banged his sword on the ground....then charged. He got very...very close....Yam could wee the insane, bloodthirsty look in his eyes, before he finally dragged his sword over his head. He started hacking and slashing wildly where ever he saw purple.

@the-moon-dreams

“...my brother is playing with someone else, you’ll have to come back,” she said plainly, busy in her work of taking apart the head in her hands.

Yam had heard enough about 'Dark' apparently abandoning Milk.. His mace dragged behind him as he approached the ruined castle, a scowl on his face.. (@Bakedinhell)

Everything was wrong…completely and utterly and totally wrong. The trees were barren, shriveled and dead.

And from every crack, a strange red mist started to leak out. It swirled around Yam’s feet…..and he could feel his fire burning hotter.

As he entered the castle…it was not Black he found sitting on the throne…but instead the white knight, idly examining the head of a prior victim, half melted and broken.

( @bakedinhell )

With his fire burning hotter, his anger grew more, a low growling sounding in his throat as he walked in.

As he went into the castle.. He noticed the White Knight.. But his growl only grew louder, stomping in. His mace held tightly in his hand.

He couldn’t try and fight White.. He wasn’t interested in it.. He had to find the other knight..

White didnt seem to notice him stomp past her at first. She was focused on the head in her hand, picking off bits.

Then, for a moment her eyes glowed red. “Upstairs…in the dining room.” The words were plain and emotionless…but they told Yam where Black was. Something knew his intention.

White snapped out of whatever had possessed her and continued picking peeling skin off the head.

Yam continues to growl, loud and filled with his anger. He was scowling as he continued to stomp, going to head upstairs.

He wasn’t paying attention to anything.. Only focused on fighting the Black Knight.. His stomps were loud, not at all secret and sneaky like how one usually would want it to be.

There was crashing in the dining room….but the sound fell silent as Yam drew close. He could feel the charge in the air.

Something was excited, waiting for his arrival.

Yam only shook slightly, noticing the charge.. But continued.

He stomped up to the door, and put one foot onto it, using force to push it down. It began to splinter more then it already was.. Then broke down.

He glared, stomping in and splitting apart the broken door more..

The old rotten door easily cracked under his weight, it more felt like he was ripping into paper. And in what was once a great dinning hall, the Black Knight stood over a mangled body…green skin…wings……oh.

He didn’t turn to face Yam at first. He put his foot on the back of the corpse, his hands on one of the wings.

CRACK!

The wing was ripped from the body, feathers flying off it as Black yanked on it. He laughed darkly and started to rip off feathers. He didn’t want to deal with Yam first….

Yam glared at Dark, but then noticed the body.. His eyes widened, as if recognizing it.. an archer. He heard they came here, sometimes.. But here? And Black just.. tearing it apart.. “HOLY… shit.” Yam muttered to himself, his flame was still burning hotter then normal, fueling his rage but.. this just kinda shocked him in a way. And he didn’t know why.

He’s seen this before, in the arena.. It’s happened but-…Yam shook his head. Focus on the task at hand. Beat the shit out of Black… or whoever Dark was, now.

Black Knight still ignored Yam. He stripped off the feathers off the wings....then grabbed it with both hands.

CRACK

The wing was ripped in half, the joint cracking and splintering under the strain. Bone poked through the wound....and Black just smiled. He slammed each one into the corps, bones embedding into the dead corpse.

Then he turned around, yanking his blade from a different pile of meat. He rested the bloody blade on his shoulder and smiled at Yam.

“Alright....now we can play~”

Yam had heard enough about 'Dark' apparently abandoning Milk.. His mace dragged behind him as he approached the ruined castle, a scowl on his face.. (@Bakedinhell)

Everything was wrong…completely and utterly and totally wrong. The trees were barren, shriveled and dead.

And from every crack, a strange red mist started to leak out. It swirled around Yam’s feet…..and he could feel his fire burning hotter.

As he entered the castle…it was not Black he found sitting on the throne…but instead the white knight, idly examining the head of a prior victim, half melted and broken.

( @bakedinhell )

With his fire burning hotter, his anger grew more, a low growling sounding in his throat as he walked in.

As he went into the castle.. He noticed the White Knight.. But his growl only grew louder, stomping in. His mace held tightly in his hand.

He couldn’t try and fight White.. He wasn’t interested in it.. He had to find the other knight..

White didnt seem to notice him stomp past her at first. She was focused on the head in her hand, picking off bits.

Then, for a moment her eyes glowed red. “Upstairs…in the dining room.” The words were plain and emotionless…but they told Yam where Black was. Something knew his intention.

White snapped out of whatever had possessed her and continued picking peeling skin off the head.

Yam continues to growl, loud and filled with his anger. He was scowling as he continued to stomp, going to head upstairs.

He wasn’t paying attention to anything.. Only focused on fighting the Black Knight.. His stomps were loud, not at all secret and sneaky like how one usually would want it to be.

There was crashing in the dining room….but the sound fell silent as Yam drew close. He could feel the charge in the air.

Something was excited, waiting for his arrival.

Yam only shook slightly, noticing the charge.. But continued.

He stomped up to the door, and put one foot onto it, using force to push it down. It began to splinter more then it already was.. Then broke down.

He glared, stomping in and splitting apart the broken door more..

The old rotten door easily cracked under his weight, it more felt like he was ripping into paper. And in what was once a great dinning hall, the Black Knight stood over a mangled body...green skin...wings......oh.

He didn’t turn to face Yam at first. He put his foot on the back of the corpse, his hands on one of the wings.

CRACK!

The wing was ripped from the body, feathers flying off it as Black yanked on it. He laughed darkly and started to rip off feathers. He didn’t want to deal with Yam first....

Yam had heard enough about 'Dark' apparently abandoning Milk.. His mace dragged behind him as he approached the ruined castle, a scowl on his face.. (@Bakedinhell)

Everything was wrong...completely and utterly and totally wrong. The trees were barren, shriveled and dead.

And from every crack, a strange red mist started to leak out. It swirled around Yam's feet.....and he could feel his fire burning hotter.

As he entered the castle...it was not Black he found sitting on the throne...but instead the white knight, idly examining the head of a prior victim, half melted and broken.

( @bakedinhell )

With his fire burning hotter, his anger grew more, a low growling sounding in his throat as he walked in.

As he went into the castle.. He noticed the White Knight.. But his growl only grew louder, stomping in. His mace held tightly in his hand.

He couldn't try and fight White.. He wasn't interested in it.. He had to find the other knight..

White didnt seem to notice him stomp past her at first. She was focused on the head in her hand, picking off bits.

Then, for a moment her eyes glowed red. "Upstairs...in the dining room." The words were plain and emotionless...but they told Yam where Black was. Something knew his intention.

White snapped out of whatever had possessed her and continued picking peeling skin off the head.

Yam continues to growl, loud and filled with his anger. He was scowling as he continued to stomp, going to head upstairs.

He wasn't paying attention to anything.. Only focused on fighting the Black Knight.. His stomps were loud, not at all secret and sneaky like how one usually would want it to be.

There was crashing in the dining room....but the sound fell silent as Yam drew close. He could feel the charge in the air.

Something was excited, waiting for his arrival.

Yam had heard enough about 'Dark' apparently abandoning Milk.. His mace dragged behind him as he approached the ruined castle, a scowl on his face.. (@Bakedinhell)

Everything was wrong...completely and utterly and totally wrong. The trees were barren, shriveled and dead.

And from every crack, a strange red mist started to leak out. It swirled around Yam's feet.....and he could feel his fire burning hotter.

As he entered the castle...it was not Black he found sitting on the throne...but instead the white knight, idly examining the head of a prior victim, half melted and broken.

( @bakedinhell )

With his fire burning hotter, his anger grew more, a low growling sounding in his throat as he walked in.

As he went into the castle.. He noticed the White Knight.. But his growl only grew louder, stomping in. His mace held tightly in his hand.

He couldn't try and fight White.. He wasn't interested in it.. He had to find the other knight..

White didnt seem to notice him stomp past her at first. She was focused on the head in her hand, picking off bits.

Then, for a moment her eyes glowed red. "Upstairs...in the dining room." The words were plain and emotionless...but they told Yam where Black was. Something knew his intention.

White snapped out of whatever had possessed her and continued picking peeling skin off the head.

Yam had heard enough about 'Dark' apparently abandoning Milk.. His mace dragged behind him as he approached the ruined castle, a scowl on his face.. (@Bakedinhell)

Everything was wrong...completely and utterly and totally wrong. The trees were barren, shriveled and dead.

And from every crack, a strange red mist started to leak out. It swirled around Yam's feet.....and he could feel his fire burning hotter.

As he entered the castle...it was not Black he found sitting on the throne...but instead the white knight, idly examining the head of a prior victim, half melted and broken.

( @bakedinhell )

*an anon walks in with a very sp00py carved pumpkin on their head* It is nearing the Halloween festivities. *holds out a carved pumpkin* Would either of you like a pumpkin for this year’s Halloween festivities, by chance?

White stared at the offered pumpkin and carefully took it. She spun her rapier, turning it into a small dagger. She took the blade to it...and carefully carved something into it, opposite of the face.

((BTW: the rules for interactions are 1] expect a fight and 2] because of the idol's magic once it's over your character can just....wake up at home as if from a bad dream with no impact on their story or anything. So come! Have fun with me~))

Hey... If you two could, would you kill Yam or Milk?

Black chuckled darkly and tilted his head a little. "....seeing that burnt thing crack......oh how delightful that would be~"

Petting!

Goopy shies away when you come close...making you lean in more to touch him. The moment your palm touches the slimy monster, he expands towards you, enveloping your hand in the corrosive goop. White spun her sword, casually lopping off your arm and letting Goopy swallow the rest of it.

"Thanks for the snack~" White said with a smile while Goopy burbled happily.

Is spirit helm a full armor set now?

A dark set of armor, fell fire licking at the air between the joints, roamed the halls of the ruined castle.

Yes, it seems, small Dark Spirit Helm is in his full Dark Spirit Armor form.