#[open interaction]

[inkysins]

“You ever think about what it really means to draw something… to put meaning into some lines…”

Splotch has a death grip on a fountain pen, and a slowly growing ink stain on a paper in front of him. His leg taps nervously to no discernible pattern, loudly clacking each time his shoe hits the floor.

[mino-diabolik]

❦ How Do I Say Goodbye ❦ [Open Interaction]

Based off the aftermath of this. It’s not necessary to read, but it gives a little bit of context. This starter takes place in its own universe.

The deep grumble of the motorcycle’s engine faded off and blended with the silence of the quiet neighborhood. Shadows curtained the empty surroundings as very little moonlight and a few streetlights illuminated the night. Mystic kicked down the stand next to the rear wheel to park the motorcycle upright and retrieved his hands off the handles. He plopped both hands atop his lap and sat in place, not bothering to remove his helmet as he tilted his head back to peer up at the sky.

Perhaps he was just scared of catching a glance of himself. All shattered and hidden mirrors at his home could speak for themselves. Since the incident, the mismatched trait of his eyes was stolen away. Now, all he could see was his mother’s eyes. Something he couldn’t bear to look at. He didn’t think he would ever be able to again.

“Shit…”

Mystic doubled over his motorcycle, dropping his head into his hands. He shuddered and choked up, but kept himself quiet by holding his breath. He basked in the silence of the voided area to settle down, catching the faded ambience noise from the nightlife a few streets away.

[avtxmn-hxnter]

OPEN STARTER

Akala Island’s Beach, the seclusion of the southern beaches was always a warm welcome to the bird, it was an easy get away, and easy breathing location, an easy mind calmer. Today, was not one of those days. The loud clanking of a rock smashing against a metal lock echoed on the beach, the sound near deafening to surrounding sands.

“COME. ON. YOU. STUPID. BOX!!”

The bird yelled out with each clank, not even leaving a dent in the lock, attached to it a large wooden chest, far too thick and heavy for him to open with a weapon or carry it any further, and it was clearly dragged through the sands, from where anyone’s guess was just as good. The craftsmanship of the chest was old, one could easily assume it was some pirate’s buried treasured if the engravings were not as intricate and detailed, each carving was purposely placed in to emulate the seas this chest had once been on, it would be a true lost to loose the artwork of it, the rusted copper cast held a gold plate with the phrase “Memórias da Espada” on the front.

What could be inside? Would anyone be able to open it? Even if he couldn’t now, the bird still held onto the rock, slamming it again and again, the awful noise was sure to annoying anyone lurking in the near by woods or beaches.

[avtxmn-hxnter]

[OPEN STARTER]

Akala Island’s Lush Forest, A lone hunter walks down the road, sticking out of the greenery like a sore thumb, still He’d walk down the path carefree, as this was the path of people who commonly made their ways up and down, and he wanted to take his take to his destination.

Curiously he seems to have a bag with him, the bag’s strap sitting over his shoulder as he made his way, the topical ray keeping him warm as the jungle's leaves keep him cool.

[avtxmn-hxnter]

“I would be having a lot more fun If I was evil is all I’m saying here”

[avtxmn-hxnter]

A warm summer day in the tropical islands, Dexter would be outside enjoying the warming sun with his hood up to keep cool, he’d have a watering can in hand watering plants on his patio.

He’d turn around to look over the sea, day dreaming  as he looks over before noticing a figure arriving to his home.

[sorgfulvalkyrie]

One day passed

Two days passed

And Brynhildr couldn’t count it anymore. 

How long the time passed since the last time she had been summoned into this reality as the Lancer Class, once again, to fulfill the empty slot in the Grail War. Like a doll, like a tool, she follows her order from the Master who summoned her. To kill, to spill the blood... And to protect. To help her Master’s wish comes true.

Or so, that’s what she thought, while she was summoned, again.

But, here she is. Being summoned by grail, but without Master to handle. Is this what they call as an anomaly of the Grail itself? Or some troubles brew somewhere, and that’s why she was called, again, to this reality? The Valkyrie stands up against the starless sky. Let the view seeping into her purplish orbs. 

“Why...” she murmurs, while the sorrow embraces the Maiden, millions questions about her existences are flooding right in the mind. 

Reason. She needs it.

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[Open RP]