[identity profile] 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.

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[identity profile] 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.

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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.
[identity profile] tragediaforyou.livejournal.com
[Screw the typical "Oh, I'm in another world D:" introductions. Today, I shall present this wonderful mister! A butler, at the first glance, it was he seems to be. But don't get fooled! He's a noble demon that is here for his own amusement.

And that smell? It seems he has just baked some cookies using the kitchen of a house. And damn! They truly smell good! This is Ronove, your sarcastic yet demonic-friendly butler!

If your name happens to be Beatrice, he's making some tea for you! If you are not Beatrice, you can come as well.]
[identity profile] veritarossa.livejournal.com
Heavy hearts and unshed tears seemed to follow them as they walked the dark path behind the tree. Three trials they faced, now they marched to meet the Witch.

The scenery changed, not unlike the other two times. A splendid rose garden grew under their feet, the dark sky showed no stars and no moon. A thunder roared, the wind greeted them as they faced each other once again.

Those who entered the trials looked tired and hurt as the walked to the center of the garden, where a sole crystal table stood. Behind it, and leaving her cup of tea, was Beatrice, the Endless Witch, smirking widely as she saw them arrive.

"Not bad, not bad..."

With and elegant move she took out her pipe, and pointed at Apollo. "She forced you to kill her, didn't she?", a chuckle, as she pointed at Firion. "You had to lie to yourself about your friend, even as he died in your arms".

She took a long smoke, before pointing at Yuan. "And you must have experience killing your old lover! At least you did it cleanly this second time!", Beatrice laughed loudly, and pointed at Django. "Was your father a hard opponent? I see denial shields you from what you don't like..."

Beatrice stood up, the tea cup and the table disappearing. "You killed an innocent girl just to see if you could fly again. So heartless of you", she chuckled, pointing at Evan. "You all were very entertaining. It did help to cure my boredom a little! But things must end for them to start again, and your las trial is here... They shall lose everything for only one to gain everything in return"

"I wonder.. who of you will it be? After killing your own hearts, killing a bunch of strangers shouldn't be difficult at all, should it? Only one of you will prevail to see the sun tomorrow..."

Her loud cackles boomed alongside a thunder, as rain started to fall. The Witch moved her hand and a gigantic steel cage fell on them. It was the last game...

Beatrice smirked, her face illuminated briefly by lightning.

Yo~!

Jul. 30th, 2010 08:59 pm
[identity profile] warppingspace.livejournal.com

Sister, I'm back~!



[Palkia took a moment to look around and notice that this wasn't the distrosion world where her sister Giratina lived. She laughed a bit, clearly amused by all this since, as a Master of Space Traveling, mistaking the world where she wanted to go never happened before.

Still, she cracked.]


How foolish. How amusing. Oh, Sister, if you were here to laugh with me.


Ahahahaha~!

[identity profile] wantmybrainback.livejournal.com
Everyone had already gone in, and he was the last one, unless Mr. or Miss Scratchedname was still out.

So, there was no point on staying here. Miss scary lady was most likely going to get annoyed if he took too long, and Evan wasn't really in the mood to get into more trouble than necessary.

So he stepped into the forest, before his headache got worse.

First move

Jul. 18th, 2010 09:24 pm
[identity profile] veritarossa.livejournal.com
The moon lit the path to the forest's entrance. Old stone steps greeted them, but their eyes couldn't go farther into the darkness than the last of them.

A small stone monument was beside the steps. It was difficult to see, but there were two figures carved in the base: a couple. The woman could be seen easily, but the figure of the man was violently broken. They seemed to be guarding a tablet with an old inscription.

ExpandEven with the little light the moon provided, it was easy to read... )
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Night fell over the land.

The city was slowly lighting up, as the undead grew stronger in the outside. Still, among all the death, the Solar Tree's fruits glowed with a faint light protecting the city.

Several newcomers had arrived in the last weeks, and the land thrived on their confusion. But this time something else was moving, something beyond the powers of the Pawns... As one of the Observers had started her own game.

The gods still were silent.


All in all, it was a normal night.

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