Cure Sword | Female | 14 | Doki Doki! Pretty Cure | ♠ Five of Spades ♠ | Area: Check-In | Tagged: N/A
What was once Makoto ending the day with her friends was now a spinning blur of red. Sword slowly blinked her eyes open as her vision started to clear out. Finally able to see everything, she noticed she was sitting at a table. What happened? She thought, raising her hand to rest her head on the palm of it before she noticed something quickly. She had transformed into Cure Sword without herself knowing. Before she could question any long, she raised her other hand to notice she was holding an envelope. Opening it, she quickly caught a card, setting it on the table before she read the letter. Her expression changed from confused to stern during the read.
"... So I'm stuck here for a while," She muttered, definitely not pleased. Dabyi definitely wasn't here to help her analyze the situation if the letter stated that her companion would not be here for a while. She stood up from the table, seeing her card was Five of Spades and decided to go to the check-in. She would figure it out by herself.
Ink | Male | Undertale AU Community | ♥ Two of Hearts ♥ | Area: Check-In | Tagged: N/A
First he was at the Doodle Sphere, and now he's somewhere unknown bubbling with excitement, forgetting that he just had a headache. Ink was scribbling all of the important details down that the letter mentioned before looking at his card. "Two of Hearts..." He observed, writing it down before he stood up onto his table and placed the card somewhere in his scarf, and it hopefully wouldn't be lost all the time like his pencils would. He seemed to imitate a look of pride. He was going to be in something new! Though... hopefully the AUs and the world of Dreamers would manage without him.
Shrugging in his mind, he hopped down from his table and walked to where the check-in would be. When he arrived, he gaped at the amount of people. Sure the letter said that there'd be people from many places, but this? Oh man, more people to meet! Unable to contain his excitement, the artist suddenly vomited ink from his mouth and it landed onto the floor. "... Oops," He uttered. He took his paintbrush off of his back and swept on the floor to clean it before he hitched it on his back once more. "No one saw that hopefully," He sighed, before walking to the check-in before he would bump into anybody or vise versa to start a conversation.