♕all hail

praise be to Lord Prosciutto(?) Citta-Alveare affiliated. District Beta. Inducted into the experiment November 15th 2014. Note: This blog contains dark themes. Will be tagged appropriately.

[weaponizerarchive]

          ❝I am. Perhaps not the sort of detective you are familiar with, however.❞  [ After falling silent, Kirigiri gives the girl a long, considering look. She’s used to an audience of incredulous elders hellbent on showing her up, not younger women in varying levels of awe. The thought flares up a strange sense of pride. ]

          ❝It’s not something I wish to divulge without explicit proof, but… I believe that which we consider ‘death’ here is worlds apart from ‘death’ as a mortal being knows it.❞

[mogelord-blog]

[☾] "Eh? Then what sort are you? It's not like you're a paranormal investigator or something..." She cuts her eyes to the side, tone turning dry. "Or maybe you should be at this rate..."

"Don't need proof to make me believe that...if they're in control of the world here, I guess it'd be easier to change how we perceive something like 'death'? Not that I actually know what I'm talking about..."  [☽]

[nick-the-courier-blog]

Open starter: Reminiscence

[nick-the-courier-blog]

"Well, they’re a lot of things. When all the stuff in my world started, they were a cult. The Order of the Black Wheel. We thought those guys were the major threat, but it turns out it was just a front, and there was a group behind it all: the Dark Sun Initiative. I still have no idea what they really want, but they’ve specifically targeted the resistance. They created Alice, as well as their other little pet, Rebecca Scarlet," he spit out the name with a clear look of hatred, "kidnapped my friend’s brother and forced him to do his science for them, and killed one of my other friends."

Jeremy… I’m so sorry…

"Really, they’re just bad news. I’ve sent an anonymous warning about them to the Grand Council, but it’s probably best to take care of them ourselves. Once I get back to my world, that is."

[mogelord-blog]

[☾] Yonaka laughs. "I guess black isn't a nice color in your home, is it? 'Black', 'Dark', all bad things..." She plays with a braid absently. "So this Alice person was actually made? Weird, so was Moge-ko..." So making psychopaths was the new thing, huh.

There's obvious hatred in that name Rebecca Scarlet - she frowns in sympathy. "Sounds really rough...why make it anonymous...? Could you just round up some proof they're trouble and present it yourself?"

Or maybe the social standing there makes his claim unbelievable. She doesn't rightly know. [☽] 

[messofparts]

[ The child is  — o k a y — . If Mangle had working lungs, she would have sighed in relief. There is no damage here. There is no need to take extra measure [DESTROYDESTROYDESTROY!!] to ensure the child’s safety. Mangle crows almost in glee, her form shaking about and clicking with the ever-present  n̈ ö ï s̈ ë. ]

                            “Gl-gl-glAD!!”

[ Mangle’s job is to protect the children of Kid’s Cove. Even if this is not Kid’s Cove [FAMILYDINER], her position still stands. That is her purpose - otherwise, she is nothing more than spare parts. ]

                           “MANGLE IS GLAD MANGLE TAKES CARE OF THE CHILDREN MANGLE LOVES THEM!!”

[mogelord-blog]

[☾] The robot - Mangle - she's rattling and clanking in what (for some reason) seems to be a pleased way. At least it seemed to value her safety...though what exactly that means to it, she doesn't know.

She smiles and nods again, the smile as shaky as the rest of her body. Yonaka's still trembling with fright.

"You're...nice. That's really nice of you," Yonaka tries, and of course her voice is also shaking.

"Why would you h-have a name like Mangle if you're this nice? It's a little frightening..." There's an attempt at a laugh to pass it off as a joke. She's kind of having to approach her questions at an angle. [☽] 

[fieldbracer]

The girl appeared more and more tense as time passed. Even with the knowledge of her own reputation, the gym leader couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed by her reactions. A moment to breath was needed, to collect herself. Be kind, smile more often, talk a bit more… being proper company was the least she could do for the young girl helping her.

She looked over to Yonaka and smiled. “Thank you. It’s nice to meet you, Miss Kurai. I am Sabrina." The gym leader’s gaze moved towards the table. "And that is Abra, my partner.”

[mogelord-blog]

[☾] "Um..." Yonaka's eyes flick towards the indicated creature near the table. "An Abra? Sorry if this is rude, Miss Sabrina, but what's an Abra...?"

She flutters her fingers nervously. "I mean...that's an Abra! But I don't know about Abras? S-Sorry, sorry..." She's a ten on the awkwardness scale thanks to that horrid Castle she'd been trapped in before, and she's never exactly been very low on it to start with. [☽]

[thatsweetderryair-deactivated20]

"Boooring! Can’t smell or taste the blood in a video game!" There was very little point to virtual torture. It gave her no tactile pleasure feedback like real torture did, and was thus pointless. Well, it had at least one point, for Moge-ko sometimes played it with the same avid intent as a regular Mogeko watching hentai.

Her ears perked at the sound of that jump, noting the uneven landing. Yonaka-tan was so nice to give Moge-ko an advantage~! 

"Yonaka-tan! Moge-ko’s gonna catch youuuu!" Her own descent was smooth. Mogekos, after all, were part of the cat family. "Gonna love ya to bits!"

[mogelord-blog]

[☾] Well. It'd been between that and simply running or sliding down the stairs...it'd still been faster to jump. Maybe. Yonaka's really panicked now, no longer trying to keep up the odd conversation they're having.

This is surreal. It's become her reality, still.

Another corridor. Another turn. Left, left, left, now take a right...Has she been this way before? Yonaka knocks a Mogeko over and causes him to spill the tray of drinks he had, splashing various drinks across the floor behind her.

"Wh-Why do you even have such an interest in m--" Yonaka's heart stops once she's realized. She's definitely entered the wrong corridor. They're on an elevated level that opens out to overlook the floor below but the room itself is a dead end unless...she jumps down.

Still she whips around to face Moge-ko, back pressed against the balustrade, eyes brimming with terror. If she jumps and it doesn't kill her, just cripples her, she's in a worse situation than before. [☽]

[pixel-horror]

Visit Original Link

BGM of Mogeko Castle  named as “Moge-ko’s Theme”

Credit to:okegom ,also the album art can been seen in the Mogeko castle Gaiden trailer if you have beaten the game.

[ladypoetamagicien]

Team Homestuck ft. Yonaka - Start // Closed

[arftier]

Roused to consciousness by the unfriendly reek of cave musk and the echo of a booming voice overhead, Jade’s eyes would flutter open, greeted with darkness — the cold kind, the one not marked with the comforting pepper of stars. She’s not sure how she’d gotten here in the first place, but by the sound of jagged breaths and mummers around her, she’s not alone.

     Easily ascending to her feet, she’d collect her bearings, a hand instinctively wringing the unfamiliar string that was laced about her wrist — she felt an odd connection to it, but it was an indescribable, alien sentiment. A question is meanwhile uttered by a voice unknown, piercing the horridly awkward silence. She echos it with her own response while making attempt to discern those who’re lingering around her. 

“im ok! what about everyone else?" 

     There’s a girl that she’s never seen before, that muscular troll, and another lady too — wait!

“rose..??”

[sweatyheir-blog]

You open your eyes, and, thanks to your nocturnal biology, views your surroundings neatly. Thick stone walls and flooring are all which engulf your vision, save for the red ribbon, tied around your wrist, and standing out immensely among your ashen surroundings. You touch it with the precision of one who works with dangerous chemicals, one finger cautiously plucking at it. For some reason, you feel stronger when you move, as if your initial powers have been unlocked in full.

As you silently admire your own power, a rustling catches your ears. Of course, there would be others here in this cave-like place; the string on your wrist must lead to someplace else. When you turn your gaze, you see her. A familiar face, though more aged than you are used to, Rose Lalonde picks herself up.

"Is…is everyone okay?"

Your head snaps abruptly towards an unfamiliar voice. Another female, but this one, completely unfamiliar. At least she seems civil.

“Yes, thank you.” You rise to your impressive height, stretching as you get to your feet. In moments, you feel limber, right as rain, though, for some inexplicable reason, there is a strange sense of dread. Odd. “Rose, I hope you are surviving well en-”

“im ok! what about everyone else?”

“…And you, too, er, Jade, isn’t it?” An eyebrow arches in interest. It seems as if at least three of you know each other, having met both Rose and Jade very briefly in the Hive already. The third female is entirely unfamiliar, but, you don’t feel particularly unnerved around her.

“Yes, well, I believe we should hurry up with the introductions.” You all but say that you are the leader of the group. Your blood has to be the most pure of the lot. You gaze pointedly at the unfamiliar girl. “I am Equius Zahhak.”

ladypoetamagicien

[ladypoetamagicien]

Rose leans against the wall, clutching at the ribbon. The feeling of vertigo slowly fades out as a sense of pride at her? strength fills her, and then a sharpening of her attention makes her look about. There were two strange women and the alien she had met earlier- just by looking at him she gets the feeling that he is the origination of her vigor.

First she examines the first woman who spoke- young looking, wondering aloud if everyone is alright. Rosie takes stock of her state before answering. “I think I am alright.” It wasn’t a complete lie, she wasn’t injured… but shortly after she had met Equius she had met someone who was not entirely… kind, and was still reeling from them.

The second woman spoke, seemingly recognizing her, although Rose could not say the same of the odd-looking yet human-ish lady. “Yes… I am Rose Lalonde- Rosie. Equius told me that I am a different Rose than I am assuming you knew.” She was at least six years older than that Rose.

Finally Rosie turns her attention to Equius, who was standing tall and tense, sending a somewhat forbidding feeling through the older woman. “Equius, you know I respect and rely on you in places such as this, but please try to be at least moderately polite. Our fates are bound together as is.” Rose reproved, folding her arms and feeling the drag of the string on her wrist once more.

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[mogelord-blog]

[☾] She looks at the dog-eared girl who answered her question first, nodding...and realizing she looks a little like Moge-ko with those ears. But mercifully she's not a Mogeko. Her thoughts grind to a halt as a burly figure addresses her. As if this jumble of emotions she's feeling isn't conflicting enough.

Yonaka shoots the horned individual a placating smile, lifting her hands up in silent surrender. "Er...I'm..." She looks around to make sure everyone hears. "Yo-Yonaka Kurai..." Seems like there's a few mutual acquaintances here, but she cares little about that.

She looks at the glowing string wrapped around her wrist silently at first as she listens to the chatter of the rest. After a short while she thinks it's best to speak up because she tends to trust her gut feelings, and it's really bugging her right now.

"Uh--Mr. Equius might have a point," she says softly. "Something tells me we d-don't want to stay still for very long anyway..." Yonaka looks toward the path ahead of them. "If that's okay, I mean...?" [☽] 

arftier

[scrappedbxn-deactivated20150501]

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"YES", it blinked. "YES. YES. YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES”

The blinking became so rapid it simply melted into quick flashes of light, the anamatroic shaking as it whirred loudly to raise it’s hand. A fist formed within the exposed metal, the being now moving to punch the wall with such quickness and power that it could be considered inhuman. The fist left a mark so deep within the wall that the people within could easily be seen.

[mogelord-blog]

[☾] A...very enthusiastic yes...Really enthusiastic. She jumps a foot into the air when the wall's punished for her inquiry. That could be her skull. Let's not make it her skull. Yonaka waves weakly at the horrified people on the other side of the wall.

That's probably not good. Yonaka nods slowly. He's very very very upset about something. So how to ask in a yes or no fashion what that "something"...is?

What's another ghostly cliche?

"...Did someone kill you?"  [☽] 

[thatsweetderryair-deactivated20]

Moge-ko was off and away like a hound after a fox, bowling over the same Mogeko that Yonaka had threatened. The fact that her games were all similar to each other didn’t particularly matter to her. The details of the games, and the gory reward at the end, were what delighted her.

She moved easily over the ruffled carpet, but even she couldn’t say whether it was a product of the ever-shifting reality or her own agility.

"Blood ‘n guts are the best part~! What else would we play with?" Another stray Mogeko crossed her path, and this one lost his head for getting in the way. 

[mogelord-blog]

[☾]  "Video games?! Th-They can have all the blood and guts you want!" It's disturbing how weirdly normal this is becoming. Being chased by a homicidal maniac...she never wanted this much excitement.

Yonaka jumps over the railing of a stairwell and drops unsteadily halfway down it. That's...not the brightest, now there's a jolt running up her leg...

She shakes a Mogeko off of her shoulder and is grateful for the rest that scatter out of her way since Moge-ko's after her. She doesn't know what floor she's on. This is bad. A dead-end is a literal dead end for her.  [☽]

[thatsweetderryair-deactivated20]

Moge-ko began to ponder just what she wanted to play. When there were so many bloody games to choose from, it often became hard to pick just one.

She had finished a nap not too long ago, and was thus energized and ready for action. “Let’s play…cops and robbers! Yonaka-tan’s the robber and Moge-ko’s the cop! You run, and I chase!” 

"If ya get caught, I’m gonna get to play with yer guts! So you better run fast!" An ideal game for her mood at the time, and with the prospect of such a reward at the end, her tail was switching to and fro with excited joy.  

[mogelord-blog]

[☾] "Aren't all your games like that...?" Her voice drags with exhaustion. Yonaka wastes no time in turning tail and bolting. She's away in a startled flash and offhandedly brandishes her knife in a Mogeko's direction in case he decides to follow.

She's dead. She's so dead. A thousand times. Dead.

"C-Can't we play something without blood and guts...?!" A slide around the corner's a bit too fast and it causes the red carpeting to slide with her. Yonaka jumps a bit ahead to get traction back. [☽]

[nick-the-courier-blog]

Open starter: Reminiscence

[nick-the-courier-blog]

Human contact snapped him back to reality. “I-I’m fine. Sorry about that, I don’t know what came over me.”

He took a deep breath. “The most worrying thing is that if she comes here I might not be able to get away. When I met Alice, I escaped by using her own momentum against her. I aimed my Grapple Claws behind me and got away in the time it took her to stop and turn around. But they took my Grapple Claws when I got here, along with all my other weapons. Even the knife is gone.” He slid up his pant leg, revealing a strap that clearly once held a hidden knife. “All i have are my Shields and… this thing.” He showed Yonaka the bb gun.

"Luckily, I haven’t seen any sign of either her or the other Dark Sun Initiative members in this city."

[mogelord-blog]

[☾] "Don't apologize...Sorry if talking about that spooked you?"

Yonaka closes her eyes and shrugs. She uses a knife which isn't...especially hard to locate. Though that specific one has some sentimental value to it.

"It's all right..S-She'd be weakened like everyone else here, right? You'd have an advantage over her due to...being here first." Even bb guns can cause some real pain if aimed properly...she supposes. Her brother's always been a good aim at festival games, he'd be great with one...(sort of like how he's great at everything.)

"What're these...Dark Sun Initiatives?" [☽] 

[gahoachma-blog]

”. . .ɪᴍᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ.”

Should he be offended? Not at all.

Will he continue to be?

Of course. 

[mogelord-blog]

[☾]  "It's not impossible," she replies with nervous laughter. "W-Would something--um, someone like you want to be called cute? Not...dignified, instead? Maybe?" [☽]  

[thatsweetderryair-deactivated20]

"If Moge-ko can’t rule through fear…then I gotta make ‘em all terrified!" The two states of being were differentiated clearly in her head, and terror was much more severe than fear.  A claw went to the base of her ear, and she gave a few contemplative scratches before giving her trade-mark ‘innocent’ look at Yonaka. 

"Yonaka-tan…Since you’re here…we should play~!" 

The blond feline had a one-track mind, and thoughts of committing further atrocities against her own were quelled by desire to play with what was in front of her. 

[mogelord-blog]

[☾] Yonaka sighs and drags a hand down her face. Let it be noted she tried to get some kind of thoughtful reaction out of her.

"Okay," she mumbles, trying not to provoke her red eyed anger.She's easing back another step. Fear's underneath her calm tone. "...What are we playing, Moge-ko?"

She has been scurrying around this Castle for so very long that she's almost used to this. It's tag and hide and seek and everything involving don't get caught that childhood games can teach. [☽]

[thatsweetderryair-deactivated20]

The sudden motion of the other girl caused an almost imperceptible change in Moge-ko’s posture, the slightest turn of her feet, ready to spring to the side should Yonaka bring out that Mogeko-slaying knife. The feeling of suspicion did not dissipate, but Moge-ko was glad to have obtained the knowledge that the girl worried over her. 

"Worried? Why worry? Moge-ko’s running this Castle, no need to worry." The King of the Castle was no concern in her mind, no threat to her. She appreciated the worry for the power it gave her, but did not at all understand it. 

[mogelord-blog]

[☾]  As if she's interested in bandying blows with Moge-ko. Not unless it truly comes to that. She makes no attempt at hiding she's poised to run if things take a turn for the violent.

"Well..." Her eyes pull to thoughtful slits. "People who rule through fear don't stay in power forever?" It's an old proverb. Her voice is a stumbling runner, trying to get to the end of the sentence and not caring if it trips on the way there. Nevermind the fact the Castle'd be better without her or the King.

She flutters her fingers, smooths her skirt down. Nervous. [☽] 

[ladypoetamagicien]

Team Homestuck ft. Yonaka - Start // Closed

There was a brief feeling of vertigo, an illusion of pixels dissolving, the metropolis fading away, each member sinking deep into the ground…

Then all at once each person was set to the ground, somewhat uneven dirt and stone surrounded by tall stone walls. Lit by distant reddish tube-like things, providing only a modicum of light and nothing else. In the distance, in all directions, they can hear a variety of sounds… hooves, yowls, human murmurs and screams, and underneath all of that, a static. 

mogelord arftier sweatyheir ladypoetamagicien

[ladypoetamagicien]

Rose stumbled slightly as she was set in a new area, blinking in an attempt to jump-start her darkvision. Or what passed for darkvision in a human. She had been exploring the city, walking about when it had happened.

Soon she realized that three others had landed near her. One she recognized immediately, the other two were strangers. This must be some sort of experiment, the like of which she had heard of from long time residents of the city.With that in mind, she took stock of the only thing new on her person- a sort of bracelet.

It read the clues to her, provided light, general direction, and allowed them all the part from each other for a range of perhaps 20 feet. More than that, she suspected that it connected them all in some other, more strange way. Her strength seemed doubled, if not more, and she could swear she could sense the way her team members felt. 

[mogelord-blog]

[☾] Yonaka opens her eyes, and they're red for a moment. She reaches up to hold her hat in place - she's not sure when she put it on - tugging at the string around her wrist. There's people around, but blessed be, they're not aggressive towards her.

They're all linked together. And they're in the dark. She gulps hard and staggers to her feet and attempts to get her bearings. Not hurt at least. that's a positive.

"Is...is everyone okay?" 

Her voice comes out in such a tumble, shivering nerves twined around shaking syllables. The near silence and distant discord reminds her too much of another place that's potentially dreary and deadly and a mess of turns. [☽] 

[thatsweetderryair-deactivated20]

Morbid curiosity, eh? Those words had the humanoid Mogeko craning her neck to try and look at the spot on her shoulder than had been poked. Did she have a bit of dried meat on her or something? She couldn’t detect anything with her eyes, nor did she taste anything when she swiped her tongue over herself. “Whatcha curious about? It’s just Moge-ko’s shoulder! I could take your arm off and show ya what a shoulder looks like, if ya keep forgetting~” 

[mogelord-blog]

[☾]  Yonaka's on pin and needles because she...she doesn't believe standing in Moge-ko's presence for longer than it takes to get out of her presence is wise. Different tactics than running this time. Play nice?

She jolts back. "N-No, uh, I haven't forgotten!" Don't remove her arm please. "I meant...it means...fear. And worry," she adds quickly. "For...you?"  [☽]  

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(Photo credit: stanza.)

ar·i·ad·ne

daughter of Minos and Pasiphaë: she gave Theseus the thread with which he found his way out of the Minotaur’s labyrinth.

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