bizarronia

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 )

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. )

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.]

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.

icanpunch.livejournal.com

When he opened his eyes, he knew he wasn't in Tellius. The energy felt wrong, the air was filled with the far but foul stench of death he had learned to ignore while in the battlefield.

Where am I...?

The heron prince felt weak, and he blamed the chaotic energy around him... but amidst the darkness, he could hear a soft voice, similar to the ones in Serenes.

Who are you? I can hear you but...

Shaking, but not out of fear, he started walking toward the voice... it was a tree, with bright, golden fuits. The chaos didn't reach this place, and Reyson felt his strenght coming back.

Please tell me where am I? Why have I been brought here? My brother and sister, will they be fine? Please, answer...

Please tell me where am I? Why have I been brought here? My brother and sister, will they be fine? Please, answer...

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!!

foreverourdream.livejournal.com

What is this?! Have I been pulled to another world?

[Fighting and kicking some assess here.]

As long as I believe in my friends, I will endure this. Please be safe until I find a way to come back!

[He's good at that now.]

shootingfirst.livejournal.com

You are all... doomed...

Oww... his head was killing him. It wasn't unusual for reploids to repeat relevant data while on standby, just like human 'dreams', but this particular one has been all he has dreamed about since he woke up in HQ a few weeks ago.

Lumine defeated. One last attack. Light. And then that asshole's voice over and over again like a broken record.

You are all... doomed...

It was getting boring by now. You'd think nutjobs like him would've an ace under their sleeves a bit more... dangerous than repeating their last words inside one's head, Axl pondered. Of course he hadn't told a thing to both X and Zero. It was creepy enough to know that X never left his side until he opened his eyes, and kept hanging around him like he was some kind of dying patient. Not that he didn't like the attention, mind you, but...

Well, it was X. If Zero had done that, he'd totally blame that Lumine asshat.

You are all... doomed...

"I hear you alright, shut the fuck up", he muttered, quite annoyed. He'd need to be very, very subtle while asking Noctile about voices in one's h--

Wait.

Axl stood up and looked around. This... wasn't HQ. Actually, he was pretty sure this wasn't any place he knew at all. He didn't know much about religion and stuff, but the place looked like an old worshipping place. He could almost hear X's voice saying 'It's a Cathedral' in that weird, fatherly voice he used when he was not bordering a nervous collapse during missions.

The question now was: Why was he in an unknown building big enough to fit the HQ lab at least thrice? It all looked pretty real, and his scans didn't show any kind of energy around.

"This isn't a good time to go bonkers, Axl", he whispered to himself while securing the area. There was no signal in the comm. No way to contact his fellow Hunters. No life signs. In a nutshell? He was completely and positively lost. This wasn't his ~~day~~ ~~week~~ year.

Plop.

"Come on, say we're doomed once again, you bastard. I dare you", taunted the reploid as he grabbed his guns and turned to the door down the hall, where he had heard steps.

One thing was certain, he thought with a smirk. If things turned nasty, he'd sure as hell kick whatever was in the other side right to Lumine's rusting ass up in the moon.

"Bring it on!"