#blinkrp

[mekura-no-seigi]

⎣ it’s a m✧gic✧l pl✧ce ⎤

[ @death-wears-a-kilt-on-tuesdays | xxx | @therangcr ]

‘ didn’t they say three’s a crowd? ‘ - @blink--rp event start!

“Map? Check. Money? Check. Nervousness? Ugh.... as unfortunate to say, check....“

He muttered, inserting the map to a little boxy backpack he had on him. Other things such as a bottle of water, a camera, and his phone all seem to be in there. Maybe even a small notebook and pen for uh... investigative purposes. He fished out the V.I.P ticket and turned around to find the two other people he was grouped with today.

Shit. They were giants. GIANTS.

Shiver.

“Erm.... hello. You guys must be the others with this ticket, right?” He held it out, scratching the side of his face. “Apollo Justice. I guess it’s nice to meet you...” Don’t get intimidated, don’t-- “We might as well spend the rest of the day together, when we’re heading to the same booth box for the parade later. And uh-- you guys happen to have phones on, do you?” Right, because this lawyer’s making sure this day goes on smoothly, no accidents, and probably don’t have to come across a corpse.

“We should go in if we’re all ready. Otherwise, we’ll be wasting the value on these passes, haha.”

[death-wears-a-kilt-on-tuesdays]

Blink starter for @stardustclay​

“Clay! Good tae see ye again!” Eric called out, waving the other male over to him. “Think ye can help me out with findin’ th’zoo? I read tha’ there’s animals there tha’ don’ exist where I’m from, and I wannae see ‘em!”

[death-wears-a-kilt-on-tuesdays]

Blink starter for @anjiiru

“Fookin’ hell, I’m bloody lost again...”

The Scotsman had been wandering around Conivere for several hours, trying to find his way back to the Sol Apartments after taking a walk through the city park. He had made a mistake and forgotten his map at home, a mistake he didn’t realize until he wanted to go home and failed to find said map on his person. He didn’t think to ask the people walking around him because he had noticed once he talked to them, he instantly forgot what they looked like, and that aspect alarmed the superstitious blond. So, now there he was, horribly lost and very annoyed at himself. Where was Clay when he needed him?

Turning a corner, he caught sight of a tall man with black hair walking away to his right. Eric went to turn away and walk to the left when he noticed that, like Clay, he didn’t forget what the man looked like. A relieved gasp left his lips and he changed directions to try and catch up with the other.

“Excuse me! I’m tryin’ tae find my way back to the Sol Apartments, and I fergot my map at ‘ome. Can ye tell me what District I’m in?”

[aka-shine]

Blink!Starter for @blessedstarchild

“Uhm, this is going to sound very mean, and I do apologize beforehand, but what in Death’s blazes are you supposed to be?”

[death-wears-a-kilt-on-tuesdays]

Blink!Starter for @stardustclay

“SHITE, NO NO NO!!! COME BACK ‘ERE, YE STUPID MAP!”

It must’ve been a comical sight, seeing a grown man scrambling down a sidewalk, chasing after a scrap of paper that would keep floating out of his reach. A well-placed breeze had blown the map to the Sol Apartments out of Eric Slingby’s hands, and now the Scotsman was frantically trying to recover it. He hadn’t committed the directions to memory yet!

With a growl of frustration, he sped up after the map, which suddenly blew around the corner. Turning, he thought he would finally catch up to the damn thing. Instead...

WHAM!

“OW!”

Eric collided heavily with someone, the impact causing his glasses to fly off and him to fall backwards on his ass with a pained grunt. “Ow, shite... tha’ ‘urt. Are ye alrigh’ there, laddie?” He asked, rubbing his head and wincing.

[death-wears-a-kilt-on-tuesdays]

Rebirth. (Blink--RP)

The bloody body of his love laying on the ground, dead. Voices clamoring in his head, screaming for freedom. He voices his plea to join the one he loved in death. A cruelly beautiful face with locks of ebony framed around it and slitted glowing eyes. A young child, ordering his death. He stands, waiting for that final blow. It comes, and he falls dying, his soul among the thousand others leaving his body. The blackness comes and swallows him whole--

“GAH!!”

Eric Slingby shot up in bed with a gasp, panting and sweating. For a minute, he sat there, rubbing his eyes and trying to calm himself down. That... that was his death, wasn’t it? Yes... it had to be. He had killed Alan by mistake, and he asked that demon Sebastian Michaelis to kill him in return... but, why was he alive? Was he actually in Hell? It was oddly peaceful.

Looking up, he saw that he was in a white room with a chair on the other side of the room with something on it, and a nightstand to the right of the bed. Squinting, he noticed with a huff of pure surprise that his old Reaper glasses were resting on the stand on top of a folded letter. He quickly put them on, nearly overwhelmed with the sudden clarity. Blinking to adjust his vision, he grabbed the letter and opened it, reading its contents. 

So he wasn’t in Hell as he thought, but instead, he was now in a city named Conivere, and his current location was in the Blink Center. The letter instructed him to head to the Sol Apartments and meet his roommate, a Zack Fair. There was also a map on the back of the letter as well. The Scotsman looked back over to the chair and saw a neatly folded pile of clothes for him. He placed the letter on the bed and walked over to get dressed. After fixing his clothes, he grabbed the letter and proceeded to leave the Blink Center, eager to explore the city.

And perhaps... he’d be reunited with Alan as well.