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rossoeblu.livejournal.com

[Another night arrives the city.

By the time all the people would be having dinner, new bodies are found out in different parts of the city, and all of them leaving blood behind to connect to the fountain.

Near the entrance of the city, the body of a beloved girl by many (

vita_et_mortus) is found out without her limbs and dead.

In the opposite site of the city, another red headed girl (

herscarletpath) has her head ripped off her body with her own great sword.

And in the fountain, where the water has turned into blood, there's a boy (

oncehisknight) that has his stomach opened and his neck cracked, stabbed in his back with the statue and his eyes were ripped off.

The only left was a message saying "You are all running out of time."

Have fun.]

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.

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! )

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 )

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. )

oncehisknight.livejournal.com

Another day in San Miguel. So far no man-eating monsters, haunted videogame cartridges, giant jelly bears or bunnies destroying the city.

But he knew better. Suzaku let out a loud, annoyed sigh as he looked at the city once again from the Solar Tree. Lelouch and Nunnally were gone, alongside their family. And he knew who was the only being capable of such an atrocious act... The evil Princess Rei.

He half wondered what kind of monster she would summon this time. Whatever it is, he would defeat it, and return it to its original Magical Poker Card form (really, who thought the names of these things...?)

With no time to lose, Suzaku walked into the streets, looking for anything weird that might tell him where his friends were.

vita-et-mortus.livejournal.com

[There's a Kazehana on the city. And she's wearing a butler uniform, similar to Ronove's. There's cookies on a plate and tea on the other part of the table.]

Tea is ready, Your Highness.

royal-oblivion.livejournal.com

...This was not the academy. He may not remember anything, but he was pretty sure this was in the not normal category.

"President?", he tried, in a weak voice. "Vice President?... Nina? Rivalz...?"

Rai looked around, worried. What if he had a lapsus and forgot how he got there? It wouldn't be weird, for people with amnesia.... though that didn't make him feel any better. He could only hope any of them to find him, so he sat on a rock and waited. No point in getting lost again.

wearafancyhat.livejournal.com

They say that when you are about to die, you see your life go in front of your eyes. That hadn't happened exactly like that the first time he died, as he was too busy with other matters, but now it was different.

He had been rather surprised when he got sentenced to Purgatory instead of Hell.

After all he had lied, he had been selfish, and he had killed indiscriminately for his own goals. He didn't really consider his last three months, including Zero Requiem a heroic sacrifice, and he was, in his own eyes, irredeemable.

Of course, after being brought back in quite an abrupt (and non optional) way, he was pretty much convinced that this was actually Hell and that he had been lied to. The zombies certainly didn't help to stop that train of thought.

He had run about two blocks before growing tired. The robes were uncomfortable for physical activity and it had never been his forte anyway. In a stroke of luck he had found an open door, and he was now hiding in one of the houses, trying to catch his breath.

He knew it was only a temporary pause, the undead would most likely notice where he was soon and he had to be ready to start running again.

vita-et-mortus.livejournal.com

[Apparently, she had some sort of bad luck to end in these places. She could have swore that she was going to her room, to show it to Theo as he requested it.

Then, why did she ended here? Was this some trick of the Dark Hour? But it wasn't Midnight yet!]

Theo! This better not be your doing...! Theo!!

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EVENT POST!!!111

Because we clearly need moar Dark City entrances xD

Christmas party ~~~~!

Hablando del evento... Segundo y penúltimo event post!

First tower post!!

HORA CATCH YOU CATCH YOU CATCH ME CATCH ME MATTEEEEEEEE

Ronove was here.

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Yami o kirisaku, load this dryer!

.... I HAVE NO EXCUSE.