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boundtoapsycho.livejournal.com

Falling asleep and waking up somewhere else. Losing all pokeballs. Poketch not working. Walking dead. No pokemon anywhere. Getting lost.

Satoshi felt a little ashamed to admit all those things came second to the sudden silence inside himself. He had grown so used to his bitching around that now that they weren't there anymore he could have sworn his ideas echoed alone inside his head.

How can the silence be more important than BEING LOST IN SOME PLACE WITH CORPSES? He would never now.

At least he still had his two legs. They were useful for running like hell.

gundelsol.livejournal.com

Good afternoon everyone!

I wanted to do this a while ago, but I had some problems to deal with... However now is the time!

I am Red Django, son of Red Ringo, and a vampire hunter. Whatever this place is, it looks like San Miguel did the last time I saw it, and most of the undead outside of the city are the same types as the ones in the real San Miguel.

Because of that, I decided to make a small guide so everyone can understand how the undead work in this place.

There are copies for everyone thanks to miss Auk, so please take your own, and read it carefully. If you have any doubts, just let me know!

[OOC: CLICK!]

totallynotel.livejournal.com

Karin couldn't help but feel thankful of the fact that he had ended up in what seemed to be the less dangerous part of wherever he was now.

The first thing he had seen was a huge tree, and two roads. One leading to the town where he was in, and another leading to a huge open gate, and what seemed to be... zombies. Zombies weren't something exactly normal back at Japan, so it was easy to guess that wherever he was, the normal rules did not apply anymore.

He sighed. With some luck, he would find his way to someone who could explain what was happening here.

redeyesforpride.livejournal.com

I-I have a question for all of you. It's not like I'm the one wanting the answer because I-I already know it, but there's someone I know who wishes to know it.

Mmm... How do you know you love someone?

veritarossa.livejournal.com

Days passed and winter made its way to San Miguel. What started with a slight cold breeze ended up in a snow storm, covering the town in bright white snow. And even after the hail stopped and the sun rose, the snow did not melt.

Winter was welcome. It was a change not made by any of the players of the board. It had a "natural thing to happen" feeling to it, something that could not be changed. Something normal, perhaps. And after the last game, normality was as welcome as hot chocolate, warm clothes and snowfights.

Had it been already 2 weeks after the Puppeteer's game? Time seemed to fly. The innkeepers did their best to keep the spirits high, and even decorated their building with all kinds of seasonal things. Of course, the magically lit path into the forest wasn't their doing, but they said nothing of it.

The invitations were sent that very morning. It was small, and simply worded.

You are invited to a Christmas party. Follow the lights into the forest. No games, just an evening to celebrate. Kind regards, Beatrice.

Everything was ready. Music, tables, food, everything was in place. And as soon as the sun set, the guests would arrive. Some confused, some wary, but they'd arrive. And they'd find a warm and cozy hall to enjoy no matter their suspicions.

The witch smiled as she lit the last candle in the enormous Christmas tree in the hall. It was time.

Let the party begin.

( Here for explanation! )

callmegrandma.livejournal.com

Another week had gone by, and another Game had come to an end.

Auk sighed, while picking carefully some blends to take to the party. This was crazier than expected, and her duty of damage control was probably harder than expected too.

Oh course, she loved challenges.

Well, at any rate, the invitations had been sent, so all Observers should assist (or risk pissing a Messenger, which wasn't a wise thing to do after that silly boy Ratatosk spoke far too much and then did his magical disappearance act).

Tea, tea, some cookies... Maybe some coffee for those heretics who preferred it over tea? Just a little. Shame on them.

By now Beatrice would most likely have everything ready. She half reminded Auk of when she was younger and prettier, all dere dere behind the tsun tsun... Ah. It was time already, it would do no good to get there late.

----

OOC: This is a crazy Observer only teaparty, nobody else will be allowed in, for obvious reasons. They can now wank and discuss, and mess with each other freely.

Erika, feel free to crash the party when everyone looks comfortable.

coulditbeawish.livejournal.com

[Since the moment she connected her heart with Suzaku's, Euphiemia was learning about it with Miss Auk in the Tea House. It was an interesting topic, and since she wanted to know more about it. How wonderful was to feel welcome and warm in other's hearts.

In that place, the little girl waited for her beloved one to arrive. She told him many times that she would wait for him in that place, and so she did. Sitting with her pretty white dress, the one that once was a princess awaited for the prince of her dreams.]

ofthedemonclan.livejournal.com

It was almost over...

The last part of the game, and the last part of his plan. A plan he had never spoken aloud, a plan he hadn't really thought much of... A plan much bigger than some stupid game, or some stupid humans.

Maybe others weren't conscious of how far the control the Messengers had on them went, but the puppet master could feel each small tug of his own strings.

Today, he started playing a different game.

It was all about his last traitor, his last card in the game, the last movement in this mad game... Ratatosk chuckled as the group arrived to the last floor. He gave a long lingering look in Her direction... He knew his goddess' eyes could easily reach this place.

It had been a while since he had felt something like this.

"Welcome... Are you all prepared for our last fight?"

enucleating.livejournal.com

Raum was lost.

And being lost was something new for him, who had been walking the human world ever since the beginning of time.

The crow sighed, at least as much as a crow could sigh. This wasn't his world, that was quite obvious, however he could still feel the power around him, the power of his Word.

It was good to see that no matter where you went, people still did stupid evil things for love.

He could see a town in the distance, so he might as well change to a more sociable form. There was no point in hiding when so far away from home.

OOC: The crow is now a human male, enjoy xD

ofthedemonclan.livejournal.com

In the thirty fifth floor, Ratatosk waited.

In the thirty fifth floor the game would really begin. Everything in the floors below was just a distraction, a warm-up maybe, and Ratatosk wasn't really fazed by the group surviving such a simple challenge.

So he waited until everyone was on the floor, waited patiently.

He could have done this before, but starting things right on time wasn't something that performers usually did.

( Explanation, kinda )

melodyofnights.livejournal.com

Eeeep!

[There's a cute girl that have just fallen to the floor, and she is a pretty girl! She quickly stands up, fixing her clothes and looking around.]

Um... Where is this place...? I was sure that I was at Mysidia a few seconds ago! Dad is going to be mad and surely will start flaring the town when he realizes that I'm gone!

Heeeey! Is someone hereeeee? [She pauses a bit.]

Hellooooooo?

[ooc: YES, THIS IS ELLIOT'S DAUGHTER. She's not a little kid anymore! She's a good wizard, better than her father, and due her magic, she was slowly becoming Shiva. 8D I'm looking at you, Dark Sora. You know you wanna tag her.]

ofthedemonclan.livejournal.com

The Tower.

Of course he had wanted a tower for the last scene of his great game. And he had been given a wonderful one at that, because of course his patron quite liked Towers, so he got seventy floors for him to fill with whatever he wanted to.

A perfect scenario, a full moon high on the night sky... As he sat in the highest floor, just waiting, he couldn't help a chuckle. Would She be watching upon them? The Goddess of the Immortals, their only real Queen?

Ratatosk knew he would find out soon.

The entrance to the Tower wasn't guarded, and the door was open in invitation. The puppet master wanted to meet the puppets, wanted to continue his game.

He would greet them himself, of course. He just had to wait a little longer.

( Short explanation lol. )

ofthedemonclan.livejournal.com

Tonight the puppet master walks among his dolls.

Tonight the puppet master reviews the strings and fixes everything for the last great show. One last string is added to each soul, to each heart...

Then as he came he leaves the city, chuckling.

His last words float in the air, whispers in the ear of every being in the city.

The clock has started to move, time is running out... If you can cut the strings that tie you, then you shall be freed.

The time for the end of the game is close, and as much as the puppet master may hate having to work for others, he knows that any artist owes himself to his public.

( Read more... )

coulditbeawish.livejournal.com

[Well, this was strange. Really strange. Could this be possible? Just when she was about to wake up and change the world, something wondeful to make people happy. See those smiles once again and have a place to be with Lulu and Nunally again as a happy family.

Who needed to be a princess if she could make all that people happy? Euphie didn't. That's right, she was Euphie now. Not li Britannia, just one more of those people who would be happy in that zone. Oh, she gor it! This might be a dream! A strange one, but a dream none of less.

So, walking in the city, she tried to see it better.]

Um, excuse me! I think I'm a bit lost here.

hypnossonpyh.livejournal.com

Well, well. This is... really interesting. [A soft chuckle left his lips.] Let's see about this world... Sleep well. Let me see what you hide.

[TARAN. He's going to be dreamhopping now! Anything you want to show him? It's perfect for him. Plus if you like to show him your deepest secrets. He will get them eventually. So, have fun with that.]

wearafancyhat.livejournal.com

Oh, Lelouch knew it was one of those days.

Like the day Arthur had stolen his mask, or the day with the pizza (more like days, but still)... And yes, he was pointedly avoiding remembering the other kind of those days.

At least he was now close to the clothing store. It would be better to find something less notorious to wear, after all even if he had left the cape (and of course the hat) behind he was drawing far too much attention for his taste.

At this point, the only thing he could hope was to avoid any other random encounters with strange versions of his family members.

He had just called misfortune, and he knew it.

thebluedemon.livejournal.com

I am so sorry for taking so long, Clovis. I just wanted to make sure my hat was in the proper place▬

[This isn't the garden where she was going to pose to be pained in with her children.]

What happened...? Where am I?

Lelouch? Nunnaly? Clovis...?

vi-palamecia.livejournal.com

Why Firion didn't kill me?

Why I am here?

Answer me. I am Elliot vi Palamecia. Emperor 99th of the Flare Empire of Palamecia.

goaticide.livejournal.com

Attis woke up, closed his book and stood up.

It was morning already, or at least something that pretty much looked like morning.

He should probably say "good morning" to the people that came in. So he sat again, opened the book he had just closed, and waited for said people. Here was to hoping that at least one pretty girl (or Suzaku) would walk in in the next few hours.

brbburningurass.livejournal.com

Nada como una noche de descanso para calmar la mente. Es decir, aun quería volver a Arcadia pero ya no sentía el panico del principio.

De pronto tenía la impresion de que las cosas se solucionarían por si solas y que no había nada de que angustiarse, así que dibujo una linda sonrisa en su cara (porque eso era lo que mejor le quedaba) y salió a dar una vuelta a tomar aire.

Era un hermoso día para caminar y conocer los alrededores, así que dejó el hotel y, tarareando una cancion, empezo a recorrer el pueblo.

Incluso estaba pensando en ir hasta la biblioteca y dar los buenos dias al amargado hombre de ayer!, Quizas justo era compañia lo que le hacia falta para mejorar su actitid. Las personas solían ser así por culpa de la sledad.

Pues bien, ella le ayudaría con su problema. Pero será una cosa a la vez.

Conocer era lo primero, y de paso hacer algunos amigos!

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