#citta open

[tevintia-blog]

now he knows how cullen feels, as a burning headache invades his head-space. he can only half-listen to what the scientist says as he tries to regain his bearings. he’s pissed as well, not only does he have the smallest staff known to mankind --- he lacks the only thing he truly can shine at, magic.

apparently, he’s too deep in thought to even look in front of him, bumping into a stranger. “Oh no--” his tone quickly changes from shocked to something more appropriate. “I am so sorry, I didn’t see you there.” his visage of anger quickly faded away, replaced by something apologetic. “I just arrived here, and it’s quite... Overwhelming, to say the least.” he lets out a small chuckle, trying to make himself less stressed about this whole ordeal. a small portion of him wanted the stranger to give him directions, or anything. he wouldn’t admit it, but he is desperate.

[favchevse-blog]

« ⌘ |[ Someone apparently has a bit of a different idea for Halloween fun.  Said someone wipes off a very bloody kitchen knife before slipping it safe and sound into a trench coat pocket, dark gray ballistics mask secure on his face and hood pulled tight over his head.

          A gloved hand dips into the blood of the victim, drawing the Eye of Providence on the sidewalk and the alley wall.  He takes a pair of bracelets from a paling wrist, pockets them, and exits the alleyway briskly, grinning underneath his mask.

[edacitaus]

Back to this hell hole again? Oh, well... She’s been to worse places before. Like, cramped. Very cramped, also unconscious while at it, so in Rize’s book this is not so bad.

“Could be worse, I guess.” 

[godshitonmydinner-blog]

A new day, a new tree to sleep under

Okay things may not exactly have been going ‘your way’ the last few, decades or so, since birth really, but this was something far beyond that. It was one thing to get blackout drunk and wake up outside town with your pants missing and money gone- but waking up in a entirely new city? One that truly did not make any sense to you, it was loud, and busy there were people everywhere- all kinds of people too somethings you weren’t even sure if they were people. Also the lights, why was it so bright how did people manage to live here.

Worst yet,  your weapons had been snatched away. All’s you had were some pathetic little wooden knives, you weren’t even sure you’d be able to use them as stakes. That’s when it hit you, your WHIP. Your family’s whip was gone now, damn... Well at least none of your relatives would be alive to complain about it. Still it would’ve been nice to get some money for it.

So the next question and the most important one by far, where could you get a good drink around here?

[pelagaios-a]

  ♆                ❝  Thought this place was run by a bunch of crazy scientists throwing us into their never ending weird experiments --- how exactly is anyone royalty in this scenario. We all end up with the same bullshit.  ❞

[frothinglunatic-blog]

∆ { breaking point. || open fragmentation event starter [district mu]. }

∆ { There is only so much one man can withstand.  The kindness and forgiveness in one’s heart is only so elastic.  The forces of the cosmos had bent Jean to the point––no, beyond the point of acceptance and complacency.  He was not prepared to deal with any of this, with all of this, and he wasn’t about to.

     He had heard what the scientists announced, and when he had, fear coursed through him like a comet through space.  But when he woke up in a grassy field, that fear had left... and what was left was RAGE.

     Jean let out a bloodcurdling scream at the very top of his lungs, throwing a Fire Bolt that landed about forty feet away from him.  The grassland in its range bloomed into a flower of oranges, yellows, and reds when the Bolt hit the ground, the fire catching quickly.  He watched it all burn, watched the land wither and die at HIS DOING (finally, something withering and dying by HIS HAND)... and he grinned wickedly with a set jaw.

     As he felt eyes on him, that grin faded into a grimace as he swiveled to face whoever it was that accosted him.  Leftover sparks from his Fire Bolt danced up and down his arms, and wide white eyes glared hard at the other being.

     “HELP ME OR STAY OUT OF MY WAY.”

INTIMIDATION CHECK: 17

[reusmater-blog]

( +OPEN )

              There's an aloof gelidity within cerise pools. Neither contorting to entertain a sardonic smile nor forming a taut frown, brash lips are pressed into an indecipherable line. Aside from a smidgen of transient curiosity, she's dispassionate at present. Possessing an equanimity that seems unlikely to deteriorate with rueful haste, she poses a challenging enquiry. Can trifling satisfaction be gleaned from another's uncertainty? Or will someone else's convictions merely exacerbate her own wavering sureness? 

              ❝               and what makes you believe you're right? ❞