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[personal profile] dsokennedy
Pulling his gloves up as he pocketed his phone. Some sort of odd request. He couldn't shake off the feeling, however...
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[personal profile] thicckicks
Reaching to push the power button on her laptop, her work terminal pings with a message.

"Huh?" Clicking onto the message to read through.

It seemed there was a leak in data from a newly formed terrorist organization that threatened several countries and territories that lay therein.

Many of the areas around the world that were highlighted were alleged to have spies working for this new organization...not much else is known other than watered-down threats and murmurs of the usual wartime rumors.
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[personal profile] world8ruler
Steam expelled from his nose, his messenger koopa would shiver and cower at the delivery of this new information-

Winged beasts that have taken the skies of a territory in his kingdom. They seem to vanish and appear sporadically.

The King of the Koopas would rise from his throne and growl out.

He'd deal with this himself.
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[personal profile] lecomtevengeur
There's nothing.

Darkness, perhaps. But one could think it's the mind when all thought has been pushed aside. That blackness, so dark it leaves a numbing silence that's so painfully quiet, the ringing in ones ears begins to sound as if it was a unfathomable, mind piercing whirring unable to be shut off.

From that blackness draws the lone pathway of snow, crunching as if one was approaching from the sudden chilly atmosphere that had befallen that once quiet darkness.

". . . "

A man, cloaked in darkness. But it was as if the darkness was a part of his own body, clinging to him like a veil. It was only when he approached, did the desolate view gain it's beacon of light, through sheer amber from his gaze alone.

" How unfortunate....."

The voice said, now silhouetting more of the mysterious man.

"How unfortunate for you to be dragged into hell." Spoke so matter of fact, yet he continues.

"But then. You would not be here if you weren't well equipped."

"Everything you think or feel. Question it. Find the dark ember to light your desolate path through the hell that's been chosen. Smite it. If not with your own flames, then ours."

There's a pause, and at least now, wind could be heard amongst the chilly path.

"They have no voice. But you can be theirs's. Lead onwards to what I've placed within you. But do not dismay. This too, will pass. Should you will it. "

"As for now....wait and hope."

And like a light clicking off, everything fades to black once more.



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[personal profile] orochi_rockstar
Walking into an upscale restaurant, Yashiro glances around for a brief moment when the host approaches to seat him.

"Ah, no need. I'll sit at the bar. Thanks."

He moves over to the bar area, taking a seat and ordering a glass of scotch. The musician checks the time on his phone, letting out an annoyed groan.

"C'mon, Red... You're late."
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[personal profile] scarletclaw
During a formal ball at a large mansion, one would think that Vega would be among the guests. However, instead of mingling with the various socialites, he was climbing the inside of a large cage set up in the middle of the dining hall. Wearing his trademark mask and brandishing his claw, his eyes focus on a clearly terrified fighter down below. The man was already sporting several slash wounds, with his blood streaking the floor as some of the socialites began to laugh at his misfortune.

This was a regular occurrence for the handsome matador, moonlighting as a caged deathmatch fighter for entertainment. His eyes shift towards a particular guest who was seated at a balcony, a man he hasn't seen at one of these gatherings before...

Vega leaps from the side of the cage, letting out a higher pitched battle cry as he descended upon the fighter below. Just as the man attempts to strike back, his claw brutally slashes the man's shoulder as he lands. Crimson droplets splash through the air, painting part of his white mask as the other fighter collapses in a pool of blood.

"Hmph... Pathetic." He coldly states, flinging his claw to clean the man's blood from it. The guests begin to cheer for his victory, and the beautiful fighter removes his mask while raising his claw to celebrate. His gaze looks towards the mysterious guest above, his curiosity piqued.
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[personal profile] lunarvampire
Fog picking up the deeper they walk through the woods.

Keen eyes peering around them with darting flits before narrowing. She'd stop and pull him with her behind a tree, his back to the tree and her chest pushed against him.
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[personal profile] saintorwitch
She's knelt in prayer, long hair billowing in the open air.

Soft mutterings of affirmation to the divine above, eyes closed but aware of the steadily creeping familiars that began to emerge.
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[personal profile] falsewesker
She's in a computer lab, trying to finish up some school work.

It's rather advanced for her age, but she's managing. Scrolling for some more information in an article with a bent brow.
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[personal profile] masterfulrhythm
Fingers tapping as she seemed a bit zoned out?

The drums of Gallifrey pounding in her head in time with the taps. Lips pursed in some mild displeasure.

Open!

Jul. 10th, 2024 05:58 pm
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[personal profile] roseofdespair
A sharp bite of an apple, kicking her feet back and forth with a small hum.
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[personal profile] galeforcetempest
Near the edge of a forest, a violent tornado suddenly forms from nothing. The phenomenon ends, and Goenitz is left standing in that spot, blue eyes glancing around as if he were looking for something.

He spots another man in the distance by the cliffside, calmly approaching with heavy footsteps. A dangerous smirk graces his lips, finally deciding to speak.

"Just as the rumors stated, you are a difficult man to find."

Open!

Apr. 19th, 2024 02:18 pm
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[personal profile] soldieroftheseas
Sitting at a table outside of a cafe, Michiru holds up her Deep Aqua Mirror as she applies a fresh coat of lipstick. A faint image of a dark shadow starts to appear in the mirror, but as soon as she starts to notice it, it's gone.

"What was that...?"
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[personal profile] naivetyrant
The tyrant sat outside of a shaded table of a burger joint awaiting her friend with a few taps on the table & a hum. Fliers flutter in a breeze on a nearby bulletin board. Although pinned, they show a teaser of an upcoming fighter tournament.
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[personal profile] sandblastbrawler
Approaching a tranquil dojo in a forest, Luke checks a photo on his phone. This definitely seemed like the place, right...? Sakura petals fall around the area. A clear sign that Spring has arrived.
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[personal profile] toxiclovestorm
Sitting at a bar, Poison sips from a martini as she eyes the television nearby. She sighs, crossing one leg over the other as she turns the seat back towards her drink.
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[personal profile] ouroboroshiryu
Hiryu slides silently down a snowy hill. The fluffy white snow billows around him before he launched himself to a nearby post to perch.
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[personal profile] clevertimelord
Shrugging on his coat with a low hum in thought.
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[personal profile] lightningoffate
Punching and kicking at a training bag, working up a sweat as he pants heavily. Jin grunts with each strike, hardly paying attention to anything around him.
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[personal profile] 1truemorty
He's resting back, looking up at his bedroom ceiling. The house oddly quiet for once.
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[personal profile] lightningoffate
Parking his motorcycle at a cliffside overlooking the nighttime city skyline. Jin lowers the kickstand before dismounting the bike, crossing his arms as he waits. Clearly lost in thought.
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