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[whiiteface]

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       PERHAPS THE STRANGEST OF THOSE who decided to participate, Whiteface was bewildered to finally be able to feel. As a Great Old One born from the dream of the Idiot God he had long struggled to understand what it meant to be human. In his eyes humans had been nothing more than synapses and stimuli that verify what they perceive to be reality, but to experience it first hand was something else, entirely. After the procedure he felt things he was unable to feel before: the wind touching upon his skin, the blowing brand of his scar and the faint heartbeat of a few others. Synchronized in spirit through their bond of pain. And looking towards the scar to his right wrist, To Whiteface it was a dream come true.

      Basking in the sunset’s crimson glow, Whiteface looked up from where he sat, overlooking the Tomoyama valley. While the inconveniences of a more rural setting was lost to Whiteface, he took in all the senses that was granted to the previously Eldritch being: the sound of birds chirping, the rustling of the leaves and the delicate embrace of the wind. Mesmerized by the sunset, Whiteface gazed into the horizon, unaware of the other’s presence. In exchange for his ability to ‘feel’ as a human does, he lost most of his residual prowess as the projection of an Eldritch God. Nevertheless, he would have never gone back, even if given the chance.

[whiiteface]

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[dameyari-blog]

    Silence resonating within the tall individual’s ears... There was a moment of interference with a fuzzy noise slapping against said silence. It was shattered the silence which Otegine had allowed himself to envelope himself in. It wasn’t too bad. It was surely unexpected, and, he couldn’t help but feel a flinch takeover his body for split second.

    “ How do I know where to go... Kinda lost my way, and--... ”

    Damn it. He was beginning to speak to himself. No big deal. No one was really around, right? Or, at least, that’s what he had assumed, anyways. With a hand being brought up to have digits grind against his scalp to initiate a scratching motion, there was a sigh escaping by the back of his throat as he attempted to recollect his thoughts from before he got himself lost. It didn’t take long for him to get lost, really. With a place he was unfamiliar with, it was bound to happen, anyways. Still, he would have preferred if there was somehow some way to have met the others he knew before all of this happened. He wondered-- Was he the only one who got stuck into this situation? If so, he didn’t mind. Not because he wanted to get away from the others, but, because he thought--

    “ I wonder if the others are having a better time with training. They won’t have to worry about me now... ” What’s with the sudden change in thoughts? Did another train take over and replace the old one? Oh well. It was bound to happen, seeing as though he was all by himself now, anyways.

    “ I wonder if there is anyone around... Someone who knows this place better than I do-- Nn... ”

[hunkaliciouspaladin-blog]

this is the worst. || open;

      [ how did it honestly come to this. he was literally having such a great time on earth as it is but no, he just had to go off and join lance on his crazy adventure to fight off aliens in space as a big, giant robot cat! 

    ...but then again-- it wasn’t so bad of an experience either. his new friends have become some sort of family to him at this point and it was sometimes kind of fun when they went off to fight the aliens. especially when they aren’t almost going to get killed! and if lance went off alone that night... he would have been worried sick about him the entire time either way. 

                                                                 yeah. it wasn’t so bad.

     well, at least that’s what hunk thought since it couldn’t possibly get any worse than this, right?

                                     haha, WRONG.

                                                                   it definitely gets worse. 

          he totally did not expect that last part during that battle with zarkon. 

how the quiznak did all of them get separated into wormholes suddenly?!

               and also-- WHERE THE HECK IS HE RIGHT NOW?!

          before he could even try to process anything when he woke up, a strange creature started talking to him about stuff that he couldn’t exactly fit into his already jumbled brain and his wrist was glowing blue which only added up more to his anxiety. 

     whatever this was, it was most definitely worse than being a paladin because this time... he was all alone. 

       just as he was about to ask the weird creature where he was,  his wrist that had been glowing blue suddenly glows brighter and begins relaying a short message that also does not process well into his brain. He hastily takes hold of the sports wear and water bottles given to him, feeling his stomach do weird flips in confusion. 

               Gomorins? 

                                  Kiznaiver group? 

                                                                   Run?? 

                    Not going to lie but... he’s been wanting to do that ever since he got here.

    But once the message gives him the signal to go and the doors open for him to leave-- all he suddenly wants to do is anything but run. ]

     “ARE THOSE GUNS? DO THOSE MONSTER THINGS HAVE GUNS?” [he yells out for the first time since he got here, clinging onto his things in absolute fear. yeah, they’re guns but they’re just waterguns, hunk. nobody answers him in reality though since now he only realizes that-- he’s outside and where he came from is completely sealed shut. ] “...You have got to be kidding me.” 

  [ nope. no jokes. just run, idiot. 

        and with that, the yellow paladin gathers all his things properly once more and stuffs them into a bag given to him, leaving out the bouncy ball launcher and the map directing him home. 

      he skims through the map and memorizes the path he has to take before shoving the damn thing into his pocket and staring at the road before him in fear. god. everything is an obstacle course, what the hell. ]

   “You know-- I was never really, uhm, the best at PE...” [ he says to no one in particular as he raises his weapon, gulping down every piece of courage he had left. ]

         “IS THERE SERIOUSLY NO ONE AROUND TO HELP ME? AT ALL? SERIOUSLY?”

[takakochan-blog]

The sound of boots pounding off the street asthmatically filled the would-be idols ears, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. Where the hell was she supposed to be going?! Why they hell was she even here in the first place?!

Dodging a Gomorin with a water gun, Takako smirked to herself and made a rude gesture towards the creature, not realizing that the street in front of her was changing to steps before her eyes.

Well, it would be before her eyes if she was actually looking in front of her.

And that was how Takako Miwa, would-be idol, found herself crashing down the surprise flight of stairs. Landing hard at the bottom, she became to whine and snivel, throughly fed up of this ‘obstacle course’ and this strange city in general.

“THIS SUCKS! I WANNA GO HOOOME~!”

[999swords-blog]

MISSION: GO HOME!! ... START!

     Everything still felt like a blur to him. After being granted “life” again after hundreds of years, only to end up in a strange city, a strange title given to him, a strange marking on his wrist that wouldn’t come off... It was all a blur. 

     Iwatooshi found himself missing Benkei more and more and more and more by the second. Perhaps Benkei was out here! Perhaps he was here in this city, in this district even... No, no, Iwatooshi, don’t get your hopes up. 

     “MISSION START” read on his wrist, floating above the scar in technological writing. It was curious, he had to admit, but it didn’t amuse him at all. 

     It was then that he heard the gunfire. What? What? The naginata braced himself, holding his pointy stick close to his chest (what a mistake! could he even do damage with this thing?!), but he felt nothing but a prick and a trickle of water. Opening one eye, then the other, he looked down, and a “Gomorin”...that was what they were called, right?...pointed a water gun at him. 

     Another popped up behind the one, and another, and another, each with another fantastical water gun, until it finally got down to the actual machinery. Iwatooshi grit his teeth. Looks like he was doing this the hard way. 

     The naginata yelled out, “Have you come to amuse me?! You’re doing a poor job at it!” and he jumped, he leapt, he did, until the big boots he wore came down onto the first Gomorin, and the stick smashed into the second one’s squishy head. 

     He could see the last Gomorin, the one with an actual gun, from here, and he was mildly surprised to see that the gun wasn’t pointed at him, a sitting duck, an easy target, but as he followed the Gomorin’s line of sight...at someone hiding behind a barricade to the left. 

     “Hey!” he screamed, lifting the stick again and heading onto the next Gomorin. “Watch out! Watch out! Move already!” 

[corvusisms]

Tнιѕ ιѕ wнαт тнe ♯тeeɴѕ cαll: A Meѕѕ

     ❝ AND STAY OUT! ❞

        SHOUTED WORDS echoed slowly throughout a liquor loaded brain as impaired senses left her vulnerable to impatient hands. After being grabbed from behind and led out by the arm unoccupied with a rum-filled cup, she was tossed out the door and into a pile of GARBAGE. It would’ve been hilariously appropriate if she weren’t too busy cursing out “The Bar’s” owner for his lack of CLASS — not like she was really in the position to comment on such a thing she lacked. Sighing, she finished whatever was left in the mug and threw it at the door she’d been kicked out from, smiling pettily as it shattered on impact, littering the concrete with sparkling crystals.

     ❝ Have fun cleaning that up, ASSHOLE! ❞

Tone aggressive, her insults were only mildly slurred by the alcohol’s effects as she’d long developed a tolerance. The bartender hadn’t really given her the time to get drunk before he’d realized her lack of funds and the potential MESS she was apt to cause. As her first stop in the city, Nicolette considered calling it quits for the day and wondering cluelessly to the place she was instructed to call HOME. What a fucking joke.

What, where the poor saps she’d been connected meant to be FAMILY?

Whoever had brought her here seemed to forget she was an adult and far too old to be innocently playing a game of HOUSE with strangers, but perhaps that was the point. Pushing herself into a sitting position among the trash bags, she took a second to glare at the conspicuous mark on her wrist. Like a tattoo, it did not come off no matter how much she rubbed and scratched ( surely her PARTNERS appreciated that ) and eventually she gave up. All that was left to do was either find her way home, or find another way to get PLASTERED and forget this whole situation.

First she’d have to crawl her way out of this pile of JUNK.

[riixsan-blog]

Light poured in from the wide entrance, the brightness blinding Yuuri who had Even so, she ran forward. The voice’s last word resounding heavily in her chest, Yuuri did not wait to see whether or not what they had said was the truth. Her running was mechanical and the more she ran the more she recalled. She paid no attention to the streets, seeing more memory than road. Fear pushed her on, fueled her footsteps, but the emotion sloshed around her chest without its usual sharp prickling pangs. 

After running down several blocks, she turned a sharp corner and slid into an alleyway. Her heart beat in her eardrums loudly and incessantly but Yuuri could still hear the fast footsteps of the creatures who had been assigned to chase her. Biting her lip, she pressed herself against the wall as they passed and waited.