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forgetjudgement.livejournal.com

He remembered this feeling. That cold, unwelcoming call to those whose sins weight heavily in their hearts. The silent whisper, the unwanted order to stand before him. He knew it well.

And he hated it.

The Divine Judge's steps could be heard from every corner in town, like an eerie countdown.

He hated it. The fear, the lies, the rage inside the mortals living in this place. The invisible strings on him, guiding him to perform his duty once again.

For the first time in a long, long time, Alexander wished he had never regained his memory at all. Ignorance was, indeed, a bliss.

[WARNING: Alex is in godmod mode, and will know all your sins |D LET THE CRIME AND PUNISHMENT PARTY BEGIN.]

youhavemybat.livejournal.com

[Hello there, San Miguel. Out of all of the weird residents here, you are going to someone who is actually normal for once! Well... If you consider his unusually high fate-smashing determination, way of words and his extreme love for moe and cosplay outfits normal.]

[For now he's going to stay oblivious to the whole homicides and Furudo Erikaaaaaah deal until it's actually mentioned. One step at a time, right? Troll him at your own risk for he has a stake girlfriend who will mess you up if you take things too far!]

Man... A fish out of water wouldn't be a bad metaphor to describe things for me right now.

Current Mood: curious

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!]

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! )

gundelsol.livejournal.com

It was over.

He was really wondering what the hell this whole "game" thing had been about. After all that mess, Sabata had popped up even when he wasn't supposed to be able to do so, so he had some serious reservations regarding his "dead" status, and even if there had been any point to this... Of course, Django was lousy at the whole "understand the bad guy's mindset" so he wasn't even trying.

There was no one on sight when he came out of the forest. Apollo was, but then again Django had been carrying him. So, he had carried him back to the inn, where he could get some rest. Django had to admit he was a little scared about how badly the lawyer had taken the whole thing.

So he made himself busy with that. Worrying about Apollo would help to keep the denial going.

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.

gundelsol.livejournal.com

Django instinctively checked for his gun before even opening his eyes.

Then he opened his eyes, and blinked a few times while they grew accustomed to all the white around. The dad-thing-person was there, he had to admit that he kinda liked him, he did miss dad a lot, but the whole burying his heart thing had left him slightly reluctant to grow attached to his presence... He sneezed a little, completely forgetting his train of thought...

It was kinda cold now that he thought of it.

Oh, it was snow. Good thing he had a scarf.

gundelsol.livejournal.com

As he stepped into the forest, he could feel a somehow familiar awful feeling in the pit of his stomach.

It had been a long while since he last felt it. Thinking about it, he hadn't felt like that ever since that thing had happened.

That thing with father.

He looked back to check on Apollo and noticed that in the last three steps he had taken he had disappeared. It was... Almost expected. Not that it made him worry less about his friend, but still expected.

Going back would probably be no use, at this point he had pretty much assumed that he could only hope that the other would make it back safely. If he didn't then...

Then...

Django knew he was stepping closer and closer to an edge that he couldn't avoid forever, and he had enough mixed feelings to drive the whole population of San Miguel crazy... Even when they weren't a lot of people anyway.

He could swear that sometimes the Moon called him. Not like it probably called Sabata, being that he was the Moon Beauty and all, but it still called.

Most times the call of the Sun was much stronger. Even when the Sun was hiding, even when everything was lost... The Sun still called. But sometimes...

No.

This wasn't one of those times, he wouldn't let it be one of those times. He just had to get out of here, solve this thing and get everyone else out of here. Maybe that would help him get closer to the mystery of this place, and find a way to send everyone back home.

Well, it worked most times.

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.

( Even with the little light the moon provided, it was easy to read... )

therealkaichan

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.

( Traducción. )

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!"

define-justice.livejournal.com

The last thing he remembered was Mr. Wright's bed, a marathon of bad zombie movies, popcorn and Trucy jumping straight to the ceiling with each and every scary scene-- a normal saturday night in his mentor's apartment. He probably fell asleep somewhere along the third film, when the flesh-eating creatures were having a fest on some random scientist guy (he couldn't even recall the names, Trucy was going to kill him).

So, after a lot of thought, he concluded he was still sleeping. There was no other possible explanation to his current situation.

Why on earth would he be on the floor, shaking to death in the middle of a deserted town, surrounded by small, green, zombie-like creatures who walked around him like trying to find him otherwise?

Apollo just hoped to wake up before his mind decided it was the perfect time to start panicking.

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Multifandom Multilanguage Museboxesque Dressing-Roomesque RP

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A new challenger appears!

A CITY BOY APPEARS!

Ahahahahaha!!! XD

Christmas party ~~~~!

OFFTOPIC: Terra sucks at boardgames.

AND FINALLY...

His stupidity needs another post!

HERE WE GO!

First move

In ur game, helpin in ur events.

FORGIVE MY TL;DR.

And this is how a lawyer ended up surrounded by boks.

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