#melancholicmist

[isolaradiale]

hey there! i'll be dropping Opherryn Jeong (OC). she was housed in Cotes 248. thanks

Dropped for you!

--Mod Lyra

[compassionatefade]

@melancholicmist

Many minds in the chaos, clamouring, crashing in cacophony; like the battle at Haven, making it hard to hear what he needs in the here and now. People are scared, and they have a right to be, but it makes it harder to help -

Thrum.

He hears souls as sounds, sometimes, minds as music: like magic’s song and yet not at all the same. This makes him gasp, lift his head to see a form flicker and fog, because - because while everything is familiar when he feels it, feeling the feelings like they were from himself -

He touches his chest, briefly, where the note resonates a half-step off from what he has been realizing lately might just be his own.

“You frighten them,” he calls to her as he approaches, new-old knives flashing as he cuts a path, darting in and out of the place between the Fade and reality. “You don’t want to, but helping them comes first. You aren’t like them - you aren’t of them, aren’t from them - but you want to keep them safe.”

His face is smiling, even as his fingers twirl and jab and dart in, out, slice, cut, quick and simple but bloody, bloody.

“You are Memory, and Opherryn, and I am Cole, and Compassion. I understand you, I think. I will fight with you, if you let me.”

[goresated-blog]

@melancholicmist

“ ᴀʜ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴄʜᴏʀᴇ, ʜᴍ? ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ ᴜs ᴡᴏʀᴋ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴅᴏɢs. ” a chuckle rumbles within his chest, gloved hand stroking his chin in thought. “ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ I sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇ ɪғ ɪᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ, ɪᴛ ᴍᴜsᴛ ʙᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴜs ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ? ” he was certain they would choose a good spot to set a beacon. perhaps a convenient place for all to use; admiration for such cleverness to hopefully ensue once they had made their mark.

or perhaps, if given the chance, he could disguise selfishness with thoughtfulness. for setting a hidden beacon within future hunting grounds could be very much useful. the demon’s cleverness would digress though before getting too lost in his own little world.

“ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ. ᴡᴇ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴍᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ɴᴏᴡ.” murmur leans in to speak to his teammate, his permanent fanged grin unnerving all the while.

“ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ, ᴍʏ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ? ”

[memoriams]

Tʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴀʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ I ᴍᴇʟᴛᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴋʏ﹐ Bᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ Sᴛ. Eʟᴍᴏ·ꜱ ꜱᴀᴄʀᴇᴅ ғɪʀᴇ.

-- Sᴜꜱᴜᴍᴜ Hɪʀᴀꜱᴀᴡᴀ 石の庭  ﹙ ꜱᴛᴏɴᴇ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ ﹚

TEAM: ST. ELMO’S FIRE.

Consisting of MURMUR ( @goresated​​ ) and OPHERRYN  ( @melancholicmist​ ).

[isolaradiale]

Hello mods! Applying as my original character, Opherryn Jeong. App is the first star on the left, stats are the one above it. Or /app and /stats, respectively. Thank you!

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Opherryn!

You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 248.

You will retain your memory fabrication up to three times daily with mun permission. You will only be able to fabricate small memories, however. You will also be allowed Winter to join you.

– mod pleiades.