kang youngho.

this moment changes everything. the course of blood within your veins. a stranger's form, your skeleton. see the bones glow as they break free. this moment changes everything. this moment, change is everything.

[loadingfiona]

location: floor 25, outside of a unity member residence ( a common residential area )

it had been quite a while since one of her members had been murdered. 

player deaths were common. things happened in this world, and while unity had a better survival rate than most due to their own personal goals and the fact that she didn’t have too many people on the front lines—they still lost people. but to outright, cold-blooded middle of the damn night murder? that wasn’t something she’d experienced in a while. unity was…well, they weren’t protected. not by a long shot, but they had a sort of padding surrounding them. similar to combat medics, or rescue services: unity wasn’t often targeted for violence. and when they were? 

when they were, she reminded everyone that while they were here to do good, they would not be pushed around. consequences. everything had consequences. she wasn’t one to start a fight, but she was one to finish it. 

not that it was her plan. oh, she was furious, but she’d taken on this job because she was good in times of crisis. flying off the handle wouldn’t help anyone right now, and until she had reason to believe that the revenants were out on a coordinated attack as opposed to one lone rogue player, she’d keep her head.

 she stepped out of the house that the boy was staying at—one of the unity guard’s residence. he was safe now, tended to by a few mystics. the sun was out now, the day was bright. it felt too nice a day for her to be dealing with this. she’d spent the past hour or so talking with him, but he was distraught. it was best to let him rest for now.

instead, she ran a hand through her hair, pulled it up to secure the tresses with an elastic band. “i believe him,” she said, addressing the person in front of her. “and i’ll be handling it.”

[pl4ytest]

          young resists the urge to wring his hands and holds them still at his sides. ‘ hi, auntie. i’m just here to see eddie. ’ he waits to see the recognition dawn on fiona’s face. ‘ --- is he... okay ? ’ unlike young, eddie seemed to have had a good relationship with his older brother, and the two players had always been close from what he had seen while living in the unity orphanage with them. to hear that one of them was murdered --- young could barely wrap his head around it. he had teleported the moment he had heard the news, likely leaving the person who told him very confused when he vanished mid-conversation. he hadn’t even considered that he would run into fiona --- though he now realizes that it was idiotic to assume that she would be anywhere else.

[pl4ytest]

teqvilas‌:

             four’s focus is steady.    tequila has the green light,    yet he does not make a move yet.    instead,   he looks for the reaction behind’s four eyes.    how they shift from a change of footing,   the twitch of a hand,   a turn in tequila’s expression.    he gauges if four can predict his movements,    even if it is only half of a second before they happen,   and that’s what tequila advances to test now.

     his feet leap forward,    there’s a whir of sudden movement however tequila does not strike.    feet bounce back,    he stands at full height,    a grin stretches across his lips.   he is settling into an old dance.

    “   ya have an advantage,   ”     he states,    feeling the sand move like waves in reaction to his steps,     “   my feet are bare and we’re on sand.   ”    he wonders if four understands what his advantage is,    and when it seems that he is about to explain,    tequila charges and aims for his ribs.

          an advantage. four is aware that making sure that his opponent moves first is an advantage when fighting. it’s one of the few dueling skills that an older unity member had taught four when he was still living in the orphanage. letting an opponent move first means being able to anticipate and either dodge or block an incoming attack. but what tequila says next confuses four. ‘ what do you mean --- my feet are b --- ’

          he sees the flash of silver before he actually understands what it is, and the air leaves his lungs as he lurches backwards, narrowly escaping the blade from scraping his ribs. it’s only sheer reflexes that had saved him from the blow, and the sand slides under his feet as he tries to regain his footing with wide eyes. the moment he does, he launches into a determined sprint. with his sword out in front of him, four pretends to aim to strike tequila’s chest ---- and then ducks low and lets a knee touch the ground as he skids in the sand and slashes at tequila’s lower legs instead.

[j-miki]

[amcrilla-blog]

She isn’t typically shy by any means. Sure, so much of her “tough girl” persona is bravado. Nonetheless, she doesn’t like showing vulnerability. With Four, however, it’s different. Back then, it was a solidly good different. The memory of the birthday party he’d so sweetly organised for her stayed important and vivid in her mind, filling her with warmth she normally would never let herself feel.  

She doesn’t think that he’d harm her or anything, no matter what’s happened. But she’s still nervous to talk to him; no one could go through what he just went through several months ago and remain fully unchanged. “Um, hi there. Kumusta? Maayo man ka tan-awon.” Velia translates the latter sentences: “How are you? You look good.”

++ CLOSED STARTER FOR @pl4ytest.

[pl4ytest]

          he turns around, and when he sees his friend his expression of wariness brightens into one of cheerfulness. ‘ hi, bel. oraenmaniya. long time, no see. ’ it’s easy to slip into their little ritual of taking full advantage of velia’s auto-translation feature, which they discovered when they decided to mutually teach each other a new language and then found that they couldn’t. ‘what have you been up to ? ’ 

          he hasn’t seen bel for a while. young tells himself that it’s because of how he left unity, and how it’s natural that he wouldn’t see her around as often now that he’s making up for lost time by training and leveling up in floor dungeons --- but he knows that it doesn’t take much to send someone a message through velia’s im system and plan to meet up for lunch in centria. after all, the teleportation crystals make sure that you’re only seconds away from being anywhere else. 

[teqvilas]

[   &&. closed starter | @pl4ytest   ]

        “  the best way to teach someone something is to throw them into the deep end,  ”     his bare feet stir the sand.    it feels warm and soft underneath him,    he’s almost used to the feeling that everything here is falsely manufactured and forgets that he’s lying unconscious somewhere in the real world.   floor forty-nine tends to do that for him. 

    “  that’s how my dad taught me,    but my dad was an asshole,  ”     his shirt is off lying a few feet away from them.    muscles stretch and strain,    with one arm across his chest,    tequila begins to prepare in a slow build for their reason of being there.      “  not to give any kudos to the old man, but i’m a goddamn bastard, so maybe it worked,  ”     a cock of his head, his neck cracks.

     “  i’m your deep end here,    kid,   and this is the best you’re gonna get from me.    you’ve been trying to level up, so come at me with everything you’ve learned.  ”      and with that, the request for a duel is sent. 

[pl4ytest]

         four doesn’t stall by pretending to misunderstand what tequila means by the deep end, instead makes sure that his own barefooted stance in the sand is as solid as it can be. the waves sound like thunder as they crash into the shore nearby, but he tunes it out in favor of listening to tequila’s voice and focusing on the shape of his form in front of him. 

        when the tequila’s request for a duel glows in front of him, four hits accept. ‘ ready when you are. ’

[dahliasmask]

“Come on, stay with me!” with pl4yer !!

her VISION blurred with the colours of red, white and black. everything was in a strange haze whenever she opened her eyes, almost too jarring for her to keep them open long enough to see where the voice was coming from. all she could IDENTIFY was that it was a male, ( @pl4ytest ) possibly young in age. “ fuck. ” she muttered under her breath, her thoughts now slipping past her lips without much filter. all she could recall was bring thrown to the ground, something flashing before her and the pain that followed. “ wh⏤what happened ? am i dying ? ” another thought that was meant to stay in her own mind but it didn’t really matter, her words were slurred as she struggled to stay present, disassociating. flashbacks to her brother came to the front of her mind and tears pricked at her eyes, she couldn’t die, not after EVERYTHING they went through and everything she had done.

[pl4ytest]

          ‘ you are not dying, don’t be dramatic !! ’ four’s voice was semi-hysteric as pressed his hands to the blonde’s wound --- not that he was sure if that was actually doing anything. in velia, everything seemed real until it actually mattered, when the only way to recover from a wound was to be given potions or time, neither of which either of them had at the moment. in the meantime, four was helpless to help --- his friend. he knew that zvezda found him annoying, and he hoped to use that to his advantage to make sure that the other player stayed alive through spite if nothing else. he pretended that he didn’t see the tears in zvezda’s eyes, and instead said. ‘ help is on its way. so if you don’t stay awake in the meantime i’ll be sure to tell your guild and anyone else willing to listen that you managed to --- log out in the stupidest way i can come up with. ’ 

[pl4ytest]

💭

four is very much aware of how much he idealizes the older player, but regardless of that fact, he can’t help but think that if anyone deserves to survive the game, it’s tequila. unlike four, who has repeatedly let people down and been a burden since entering the game at sixteen, tequila has gone out of his way to help people as part of blood oath. and not only had tequila saved four, who he hadn’t known, but he took it upon himself to mentor the younger player. 

Send me hypothetical scenarios and I will respond with how my Muse would handle them.

[pl4ytest]

see the first few posts of seraph’s blog to see which memes i’m accepting

@rottns forgot to link seraph’s blog like a big dumb

[jeonghney]

[pl4ytest]

jeonghney‌:

゛He was born in Anórien, of the blood of Gondor and Rohan both, descendant of kings yet never willing to become one. Elves called him Galaduir, Rohirrims Glawar and Gondorians Anárioni, but every single of names he owned lead to the same meaning - Sol, the Sun, the one bringing light.

[pl4ytest]

radishyes‌:

“please, i’m gonna be the main character.” did he believe that? nah. he knew his role, if he was anyone, he was the jokey sidekick. comic relief. know your place. “uh, dunno really. but he probably won’t come anywhere near my godly looks. what about you?”

         ‘ i don’t know either, ’ four said, looking down at the amber liquid in his glass. after a moment of awkward silence, he asked, ‘ hey, you know starlight, right ? ’

[pl4ytest]

userluna‌:

“Because they’re more likely to throw a party in this shit hole and consider it genuinely fun?” Luna sighed, clearly this wasn’t the greatest path go down, but here they were. She couldn’t exactly argue with him though, the only Blood Oath members she could name off the top of her head were Noir and David, neither of them seemed like the party throwing type. “What are the Vixens? The one religious club on campus that makes the members wear purity rings?” 

         ‘ does that make kali the cult leader ? ’ four asks, an amused twist to his lips. ‘ i suppose that would make sense. ’

[pl4ytest]

dcvcid‌:

David can’t actually say much about Spirited Away, but he nodded as Young continued. But, there was one detail confusing him - “If you didn’t choose your username, who did?”

         panicking internally, he replies with his own question. ‘ who’s asking ? ’

[pl4ytest]

radishyes‌:

“damn…not sure i love that.” but it’s true. there probably would be a movie about this at some point. lots of speculation. lots of drama. it might be years from now but…yeah. four was right. this entire life would soon make some old fat cat billions. that bites. “my mom’s friends used to say that i look like leonardo dicaprio, so i believe you.”

         ‘ what actor would you want to play you ? ---assuming that you do end up getting written into the script. ’

[pl4ytest]

thegrcyking‌:

“well, you should. it’s pretty good, practically a classic.” 

          ‘ why don’t you invite me to your next movie night then, if you feel so strongly ? ’

[pl4ytest]

playermercutio‌:

“ you got it kid. ” how old was pl4yer? ah, who cares. it’s a party. mercutio has definitely bought drinks for underage kids before – in velia and out – so who cares? certainly not drunk him. probably should have asked what the guy wanted before he was out of his seat to buy the round but by the time he had thought of that – it was too late. mercutio found his way back to the spot with two beers in toe, sliding one over to the other. “ question, now you don’t have to answer but i’m curious. why pl4yer? ”

          ‘ not a kid, ’ four replied automatically, but he wasn’t offended by the comment. ‘ trust me --- if i had known that i would have been stuck in here for over two years, i would have chosen something less confusing. you can call me four. ’ most people tended to default to player, or more horrifically, something along the lines of pleu-for-yer, and he wished that he had a nickname like mercutio.

[multidimensionalbeing]

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