#pp open

[ephemeralwhite]

✖ seeking in darkness

"Where am I? Did I finally reach hell?"

The answer was no, he hadn't reached there yet. This place was far too lively of a paradise to be the hell that he searched for. However, at the same time he could not call it one, as the festive lights eerily glowed and danced in the darkness.

He heard laughter, but it wasn't the kind he was used to. The laughter he had learned and embraced was left behind, probably never to return. But this kind of laughter right now, was haunting and immersed his body with cold.

Straggling himself in the dim darkness, the ninja sighed and darted his eyes to survey his new environment. So many questions filled his mind, and though he used to being alone, the white-haired male, couldn't help but want a person to answer them for him.

Why was he here?

"Just what am I supposed to search for here?"

[shitobito]

             "I see," a serene voice speaks towards nothing in particular.                                 There is no malice to his tone: only acceptance. "So, this is where                 you leave me." The waning moon casts haunting shadows on an                  otherwise peaceful, yet pale face, and gives the impression of an                  otherworldly spirit rather than that of a child's. Kaworu smiles ever                 so gently in the direction of a stranger's presence.                 "There's no need to hide-- I'm just as clueless as you are."

[lxnginus]

⊰⚔☢⊱ This place was seriously starting to get on his nerves and the hoop he's             jumped through after trying for ages so he may reach his room is one of             those things that annoyed the hell out of him. Not just the potion brewing             but the golden asshole that so suddenly decided to leave him there alone             to do his own thing. He hated this stuff because it often times required to             use his damn head. But at the moment he's itching for exploration, enough             that he's starting to dig his glove covered nails into the seat he took up. Is             boredom really that bad? For him, yes, boredom is something he disliked in             all situations. It's boring, he hated this, he just wanted to do one thing as a             means of stirring up some action. Possibly a good thing he got up, deciding             he's going to take this into his own hands if he had to. Maybe he can swing             by that haunted land himself, maybe even go see where else there is given             he had yet to explore thoroughly. Now if he can only remember how to get             there again.

[angelclimb-blog]

slay... a dragon? \\ ( open [third floor ?] )

They were joking, right?

He repeated the question in his head, over and over again as he was in the elevator, there was no way that could happen.

Sure, the idea of slaying a dragon sounded fun, but that was when he was playing games. Your character could die but then he or she had infinite lives. But for him to be the one slaying the dragon?

Impossible.

So he really was hoping that they were just joking, and that if there really was a dragon, it was just a fake one. Not the type that breathed fire, or had nigh-impenetrable skin or anything. Plus, how would it fit inside a hotel corridor, anyway? No matter how rich the owners of this place were, they couldn't actually afford to have a dragon with them, right? Right?

The elevator finally stopped at the designated floor, the lights suddenly blinked out. He hadn't dared step out yet, he couldn't... because he felt heat. He felt heat, so hot it felt like you were standing near an active volcano. And he could hear, something gigantic was breathing.

Gulps.

If this was true, then... he looked above his head, and found his thoughts confirmed. The words 'sangaku manami', his name, were on top of his head. He also looked down, and surprisingly enough, his clothes had changed. He'd read enough manga and played enough games to know what class he was assigned to, and he knew what his strengths and limitations were, too.

☄ "Okay, this might be a bit easier than I thought..."

The player named 'Sangaku Manami' was an assassin class.

He reached behind him, and sure enough, a sheathed katana was there. 

Still, there was just one of him, and the dragon was probably huge. Then again, the people did tell him that this was supposed to be easy.

☄ "Here goes..." He took a deep breath to steel his nerves. Opening the elevator doors, to find himself face to face with a fire-breathing dragon.

☄ "I would have preferred a race, really!" He shouts, charging towards the dragon.

[tierexalt]

      "By the gods, can you help me out? My own name won't stop following me.”         And it's true-- the strange display of 'chrom' won't seem to disappear, no matter         how many times he tries to slash it with his sword or wave it off. It just follows          his head without a word. How is he supposed to handle this? Was this a hex?!         "There's a dragon coming after my head, but never you mind that-- do you know         how to get rid of it?" A roar sounds in the near distance. Very near, actually.          It might be better to run, but Chrom's eyes are locked onto you.

[light-of-affection]

The breeze. . . It was so nice today. It was definitely pleasurable, that much was for sure. And the plus to this was that it was also quite war meaning that Celes could get away with wearing just a pair of shorts and a simple strap top. After all, she wouldn't want to be passing out any time soon would she?

Celes was just on her way to the local shop in Jidoor where she suddenly decided to just. . . Leave the town for a few hours. There was no explanation for it what so ever, and if she were asked why, she'd just reply with "I felt like"

Lately, Celes had felt that her life had lacked some sort of meaning. Was she really happy just being an Opera singer? Was she happy with the pace of life she led? As much as she disliked admitting such a thing, she sometimes wished that she'd be back on the field of battle, dancing her way through the various fiends life had to offer.

Entranced in her own thoughts, Celes stopped by a tree and rested upon it, mindlessly dragging her fingers upon the rough texture of the bark. . . Her mind still wandering away from her everyday life.

Maybe. . . Maybe it was time for a change of scenery. But where would she end up? Was there even anywhere for her to go. . .?

"Maybe I could go overseas. . ."

[greenrival-blog]

The perfect storm ll Open

Green doesn’t hate Christmas. In fact under the right circumstances he enjoys the holiday. What he can’t stand however?: that incessant Christmas spirit that everyone seems enthralled with leading up to the holiday. The man trudged through the streets of Castelia patience wavering. Not only was he lost in the labyrinth of a city but it was snowing heavily turning the streets into a dangerous icy mix.

Rapidashing through the snow, With a Horsea on our sleigh, Slowpoke and Slowbro, Laughing all the way.

A groan escapes his lips, He had passed these carolers numerous times already, at first he had attempted to ask them for directions but they continued to sing over him. Since then he had developed a bit of a personal vendetta against the jolly folk shooting them dirty looks every time they passed each-other. Clara curled against his neck hidden in the hood which covered the former-champ of Kanto’s spiky brown hair. Green turned his attention to the small Eevee concerned; he needed to either find his way to a Poke center or at least a place willing to take him in until the snow subsided. The cold was bothering him but at least he could tolerate that, what he couldn’t stand was seeing the small normal-type uncomfortable.

Bellsprout starts to sing, So does Magnemite, Then Seaking will start to ring The jingle bells tonight! Oh!

With his mouth set into a firm line he began to trudge forward again, this snow was incredibly thick which made walking increasingly difficult.- Not that it seemed to bother the carolers, the only individuals Green had seen in quite some time. It appeared that most residents were well aware of the storm and had prepared accordingly seeing as most businesses were closed. A dim light flickered up ahead and Green lurched forward hopefully as the singing of the carolers becoming distant once more.

Poké Balls, Poké Balls, Throw them all the way You may catch the Pokémon You want on Christmas day, Hey!

As he approached the dim light he found himself at a large map of the city, with a exasperated groan he leaned his head against the hulking board. – He had went in a giant circle for the past thirty minutes. Trying to think of a solution to his problem he stayed in this position muttering swears under his breath aggravated at himself and the city. “I should have never came to visit Unova, the Pokemon World Tournament is not worth this.” He closes his eyes hands fumbling in his pockets desperate for a cigarette or at least something to get his mind off of the situation.

[sergeant-farron]

New World [PP Open | Intro]

"Not even a single shred of Cocoon."

The soldier could barely hear herself as she continued to roam the 6th Circle, in which industrial materials littered the area. Construction sites, power plants, sewers....everything that you would normally find in an industrially-based city. The AI had thought up to even the last trail of sewers. However...would any of them get her out of this city--New Canaan?

She wasn't meant to be here. She had be mercilessly torn out of her own world--her own  dimension--to be subject to a supercomputer. Now...where had she heard that before. While the Sanctum wasn't super or intelligent in the least, the oppression still stood. Would she have to do the same thing again? If it meant getting out of here alive. However, things were different this time around.

She had been the only one of the L'Cie band that had ended up in this mess. No heroic banter, no plots for revenge, no sarcastic remarks....nothing. The pinkette wasn't one to show emotion openly, not at all. This change, however, was overwhelming enough to get some kind of reaction out of her. She was more on edge than usual, drawing her gunblade at even the slightest movement--

Whatever poor soul had stumbled upon the scene now faced the threat of a suspicious Lightning.

"You have five seconds to state your name and reason for being here, in this Circle.