the matching game | multifandom rp | o&a

[burnstile]

PAN. 16. FEMALE. DRAGON BALL. TAGS; MAKOTO. LOCATION; HALLWAY
she continued her breakdown in the long hallways, feeling like she was in a never ending loop.
her throat felt hoarse from the screaming and her entire body fizzed with anger. she had to find
giru, trunks, and grandpa, they needed her! the saiyan let out a final scream, a call of desperation.
"GIRU!!" but it was pointless. she had no idea where she was, how she got here, or even why!
the teen stopped dead in her tracks when she heard another voice. this voice was soft, not like that
of an enemy wanting harm on her.

"Excuse me... what's going on? Is there any way I can help you?" the voice called out to her. pan
turned her head to the stranger, the hybrid's face puffy with streaming tears all down her red cheeks.
the stranger had beautiful brown hair, with brown eyes almost matching in color. she kindly held her
hands out for pan, which she hesitantly accepted. she decided this woman was not a threat to her.
she sniffled, still she cried but tried her hardest to calm down before speaking.

"i- im looking for my friend giru, grandpa and trunks" she stammered, still letting out the occasional
sob, slightly distorting her words. she added, "and i dont even know where i am!" wailing, she started crying
again. she lowered her head to her hands, still holding the stranger's hands for support. her hair stuck to
her wet face.

[pavlove dog]

keith kogane | seventeen | male | tags; lance

Keith was looking at all the doors, one by one on each side of the hallway. They all seemed to be numbered, and there was quite a few , so of course there must be people here. Keith wasn't paying attention when a door opened and someone walked right into him. The impact caused him to stumble back a bit. It didn't hurt a lot, but it did hurt some.

“ Hey, are you okay- ” Keith looked back at the person you ran into, and his mood instantly soured. Of course it was Lance freaking McClain. No matter where he goes, he just cant get a break from him. Whoever this Master A dude was had a real sense of humor. “ What are you doing here? ” Keith spat. He looked at him closely. “ You look like hell, by the way. ”

[vash the stampede.]

katsuki bakugo || bnha || male || 16 || tagged ; kirishima, ellian || location ; hallways
bakugo glared at the woman. "oh yeah?! you say that again, i dare ya!" he barked, seeming like an angry pomer
anian before his best friend clamped his hand over his mouth, angry muffles sounding from behind kirishima's h
and. "please excuse him.." the red head said apologetically, before removing his hand from bakugo's mouth. his
face ticked with annoyance and he wanted to direct his anger over to his best friend, but he suddenly couldn't
find the energy to even curse.

tohru honda || fruits basket || female || 17 || tagged; ryuji || location ; her room
tohru nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard a knock sound on her door and she wondered, now who c
ould that be? she didn't stop to guess if it was either of the sohma boys, but still went ahead and pulled open
the door. "yes? hello?" she answered meekly as her wide eyes looked up at the male standing at her door. "oh,
hi! can i help you?" she opened the door fully so she didnt look suspicious as she took in the presence of the s
tranger. he's definitely not yuki or kyo..

eijiro kirishima || bnha || male || 16 || tagged ; bakugo, ellian || location ; hallways
kirishima let out a sigh as he finally let go of bakugo. "you gonna chill, man?" he asked in slight annoyance bef
ore turning to the woman again. "again, i'm really sorry, hot head over here has a temper worse than anyone i
ve ever seen. and if he gets angry enough, he'll explode. literally." he grimaced as the memory of bakugo blow
ing up a school desk came to mind and he shivered.

alyx hardy || marvel || female || 16 || tagged ; peter || location ; hallways
alyx stumbled a bit before she turned to see what peter was looking at, it was just the guy with the tail. she
looked at peter with a questioning look before looking at the other person in the room. she nearly stiffened
when he asked about her bad luck. i mean.. its not like im bad luck on purpose, she wanted to say, but she r
ealized that would've made her sound just a little off her rocker, and she shivered distastefully at that.

lance mcclain || vld || male || 17 || tagged ; keith || location ; his room / hallway
lance narrowed his eyes at the raven haired male and scoffed. "what am i doing here? what are you doing here?!"
he crossed his arms across his chest as he scowled. what a great start to the day.. not. the cuban male thought a
s he shook his head. "oh, sure. thanks, man." he mumbled before fixing up his brunette locks. "you look like crap
too, for your information. what even is this place and what the hell is a love game?"

[pavlove dog]

keith kogane | seventeen | male | tags; lance

Keith didn't let the snide comment go to his head, but he's sure he did look bad. “ I don't know, I could ask you the same. ” He huffed and leaned against the nearest wall, arm crossed as well. “ I thought you out off all people would know, Loverboy Lance. I don't know where we are, or what this game is supposed to be, but its our only way out of here. ” Its bold of him to assume that Keith knew what was going on. He also figured that Lance didn't really read the note Master A left for them, it wouldn't surpise him if he didn't, anyway.

[Leaf_Blaze]

Fern ✿ male ✿ 16 ✿ adventure time (canon) ✿ location; hallway ✿ tagged; Pit

Fern had a hunch that the newcomer, Pit, was hiding something. Something about the way he acted was... suspicious. But he didn't pursue it further, he had more important things at the moment. Like the possibility of different notes! His face lit up at the idea. "You're right, that's totally a thing that could've happened! Good thinking. I'll get mine out and relay it to you."
Fern reached into his backpack, pulled out the note, and read it to the angel. "Oh yeah, there's this little smudged part I can't make out. Hopefully that's not too important. Anyways, did yours say something like that?" He put the note away again and awaited a response.

[Prince Catoukin]

[ ♂ ]yiitt⋆ Stiles Stilinski ⋆ 17 ⋆ Male ⋆ Teen Wolf (TV) ⋆ His room ⋆ Tags; Zed
bidoosh──── “ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ᴀ ғᴏx. ᴍᴍᴍᴍ-ᴍᴍᴍ.”

The blissful, dreamless sleep was welcomed by Stiles; he lay curled up under the warm covers with the comforter tucked under his chin. It was calm and comforting, constantly pulling his consciousness deeper and deeper until suddenly it let go. An out of place sound passed by his ears, waking him up: the sound of a bug buzzing past his ears. His immediate reaction was for his eyes to shoot open and for him to sit up and wave his hand near his ear. He glanced around the room, trying to spot the insect before pausing. Something was off. Well, more like everything was off. It was only a few heartbeats before Stiles threw the blankets off and scrambled to his feet, away from the bed. He began to spin in slow circles as he took in his surroundings, his eyes frantically darting around in the process. This was wrong, so very wrong. The furniture was far too ornate to be his own room. The bed was larger than his twin and had many more pillows; the dresser was definitely much fancier than his; there was even extra furniture than his own bedroom other than a desk. It was like he had suddenly moved to a ginormous mansion outside of Beacon Hills with all of the money in the world. The walls were fancy too! There were all sorts of designs across the wallpaper and the top crown part he never knew the name of. Framed artwork of landscapes was precariously placed on all four walls, replacing his typical sight of posters and collages of clues he'd put together to solve the case of Malia.

All sorts of thoughts raced through Stiles' mind, causing him to stop spinning and to run his hand through his somewhat damp hair. He held his hands on his head as he continued to glance around. He didn't know where he was, he didn't recognize it at all. Maybe it could be a room in Allison's old house, but that would be impossible. Even this was far too expensive looking for the Argents! Maybe it was Kira's house? No, he'd never been there and that family didn't exactly come off as one with money. Her father was a teacher after all and that job didn't get you much money where he lived. So, he was left to questioning his location, his mind raking through all of the possible ideas until he recalled an important detail from the last few days. Ever since the surrogate sacrifice he took part in, he had begun to sleepwalk. Just recently he had found himself in the basement of some building. He was trapped in the dark room unable to move, terrified out of his mind. What made him unable to move, one may ask. Around his ankle was a claw trap that had completely clamped down. It was so painful and yet not at the same time. Stiles had been so terrified of his surroundings and inability to escape that the pain was nowhere near where it should've been. And then there was Melissa waking him up in the coyote den out in the woods. Could he have somehow made his way here, wherever here was?

That was when he came to a dark realization: he hadn't been dreaming. There were no night-terrors haunting his memories, no constant chanting to wake up, no screaming himself awake simply so he could escape. It had been perfect sleep. Stiles lowered his hands from his head and returned to the bed, sitting down at the end of it. He clasped his hands in his lap as he stared down at his sock-covered feet. This was when he noticed he was still wearing his jeans, navy blue shirt, and a slightly lighter blue flannel completely unbuttoned. What was he doing in bed in these? There was no way in his right mind that he would've gone to bed in street clothes. They were perfectly dry too, causing the teen to furrow his brows in confusion. His hair was damp, albeit mostly dry and once again spiked up as if it defied gravity, but his clothing and skin were dry. Nothing was cold to the touch as if there had even been water on them. Why the hell was his hair wet? He began to tap his fingers on his legs as he tried to think. He went over as many memories as possible until he subconsciously raised his left hand to the back of his neck. He faintly brushed his fingers against the spot and grimaced at the memory that came from it before his expression quickly shifted to guilt. As he remembered, his stomach twisted into a terrible knot. Just before he had passed out, he had been taunting his best friend, Scott, while soaking wet from the downpour outside. His one hand was on his friend's shoulder, the other on the hilt of a katana that had been impaled into the other. The sword twisted under his hand as Stiles had slowly turned the blade, tearing open the wound as fast as the werewolf could heal. He had hissed a teasing phrase at the wolf, earning a look of horror from his best friend when there was a sharp pain in his neck. The moment he felt it, Stiles had clasped his hand to the area he was pricked before collapsing to the ground, gasping for breath. He had been poisoned. So what was he doing here?

The brunette didn't get up from where he sat, still trying to figure everything out. He couldn't think of any logical reason for any of this. The keyword was logical. At this point, the rhythm of his finger tapping was sporadic. His leg was starting to shake before he bolted to his feet and took short and shaky breaths. He once again began to look around the room, searching for something, anything that could tell him what was going on. He needed to know. He needed to know if this was real. In search of an answer, Stiles stumbled towards the door with the intent to get out of the room, to figure out just exactly where he was. When he got to the door, he grasped onto the doorknob and the frame, his knuckles turning white. There has to be a reason. This can't be real, this is a dream, it's all a dream. None of this is real. Then his eyes landed on a piece of paper taped to the door. He immediately let go of the door and tore the paper down. Stiles focused directly one the first few words on the page, his hands shaking uncontrollably. To his relief, the words were normal. They didn't shift or slide, they didn't bleed off the paper. It all stayed just as it was. But then he wasn't relieved. This meant it was real, all of this. He then shook his head, trying to keep himself from accepting the reality. None of this real, it can't be. It can't be! Returning to the bed, Stiles sat back down and set the paper beside him. He stared down at his hands, recalling another trick he had learned. "You always have extra fingers in dreams," he murmured. Slowly, he began to count each and every one of his fingers, silently praying there were too many. There had to be, this isn't real. The teen was devastated when there were only ten.

Breath hitching in his throat, he quickly snatched the piece of paper back into his hands and finally began to read. He went over it slowly at first before going over it a second and then a third. He even read it a fourth time just to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. When he came to accept the words weren't going to change, he set the paper back down before leaning forward. With his elbows resting on his legs and his hands covering his mouth, he stared at the ground. His vision began to shift, fading in and out as he swore he started to see doubles of his feet. He was in a castle, a damn castle. This wasn't any old castle either, it was the host of a game. A sick and twisted one at that. Unable to escape without falling in love? It was like this Albus-- er-- Master A was amused by the idea, amused by putting him into a game about love. Except by the wording, it sounded like there were more people than just him. Were his friends here? Lydia? Scott? Maybe even Allison or Isaac?

"A game? How wonderful!"

Stiles jumped at the voice and lifted his head from his hands to look around the room. He couldn't find the source of the voice at first until his eyes landed on the corner of the room. There, a shadowy figure stood, every inch of exposed skin covered in white medical bandages.

"It sounds like a fun time," the figure mused. "We do like games after all." Its head tilted to the side and if it had eyes, Stiles knew it would be staring directly into his own wide and terrified ones. "You do like games, right Stiles?"

Suddenly there was a crashing sound and part of a wall came crashing in. The brunette jumped and covered his face, turning away from the debris. Once it seemed to settle, he lowered his hands to see what was going on and once he saw, he got to his feet in an instant and backed away. Before him was a guy clad in such bizarre clothing that it reminded Stiles of a video game. Everything was so bulky yet slim, all of the colors matched perfectly together and the mask he had on... oh boy. They even had large blades on or in his hands -- he couldn't tell -- that fit with the rest of the outfit in such an amazing way. Though, despite how cool they look, it's quite hard to admire something like this when the guy was rampaging through his room and had just kicked in the wall. With a quick glance towards the corner, the figure was gone, just like he suspected. No one else ever sees him. And then there was the voice. Or was it voices? The guy spoke as if he were talking to himself, but it didn't seem to originate from him. The words were echoed around him, as if the man demolishing the room was everywhere at once, speaking to him from every direction.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

His hands were clenched at his sides as he stood still, his nails digging into the palms of his hands. He needed to calm down, to breathe. He needed to breathe in and out as steadily as he could, which didn't seem like it wanted to happen because as the man passed him to go over to the dresser, Stiles' breath got caught in his throat for just a moment. He tried to breathe slowly again before managing to calm down just enough to get his mouth to work. "Why-- who are you?" He asked, his voice wavering with his uneven intakes of air. The words were low and forced as if they were a struggle to say, which they were. He just needs to breathe. At any other point in time, he would be admiring this guy for absolutely everything. Their strength, their armor, the way their eyes seemed to leave a glowing trail of blue behind them. They were definitely not the sort of glowing eyes he was used to whatsoever.

[AcetheKidd]

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female• 16 years old• miraculous ladybug • tags:Lucina

“ That master A person is going to have to show their face sooner or later. Alright Trixx lets po-” before she could finish her phrase, her kwami friend floated in front of her.”Wait a second Ayla, maybe we should actually find this person before we transform. You don’t want to have to wonder around like a chicken with it’s head cut off right? You’ll transform back if it takes to long to find this person and when we find them.” Trixx paused.” Than we won’t beable to fight them. Your right, sorry Trixx. I should chill out abit and think before i jump into.” Ayla inhaled a deep breath.”Ok, let’s explore this place some more and maybe we can find some clues in what's going on here. I gotta feeling that this villain will be hard to deal with. Seeing that they brought us to a castle and such.” she might had been right, whoever they was dealing with was pretty strong if they were able to bring her and others to a fancy castle or maybe they had help.” Right and besides, we need the ladybug miraculous to get the akuma if this is hawkmoth doing.” Trixx folded her arms and sighed deeply.” Man..i really feel bad for nooroo.. Being treated as a slave. I hope we’ll find him one day..and duusu as well. She’s been missing for a while.” Trixx shook her head.”Anyway..we can check this place out first or you can have a little fun while were here. No need to stress yourself out too much. Stress isn’t healthy for humans if i’m right?” the creature’s gloomy face brightened up just abit.” I’m sure you’ll find your friend soon. That’s awful that hawkmon is doing that to him..we’ll stop him, i promise~.” Ayla gave her a thumbs up.” Also, maybe your right..maybe we just..try to relax for now. Hopefully ladybug and cat noir will show up.”

How would the two even know what's going on? And how would they find them? Maybe this castle spawned in the middle of pairs somewhere..that had to be the case.” Alright, it’s settled. We’ll go along with this until ladybug and cat noir shows up and do some more looking around.” the young girl glanced around the room. She had to say, this place was pretty darn fancy..something you saw off a movie or something. She smiled and started to take some pictures, then posted it on the lady-blog.” What kind of superpower does this villain have? Maybe they can like..create buildings or something?” she her fingers where going off as she texted in the blog. That was a good question, what kind of power did this person have? It could be anything and whatever it was seem dangerous.” This whole falling in love thing..maybe it’s our way out, it has to be apart of their power right? But i’m..already in love, so that means I should be out of here already.” she sighed.” Something here seem very fishy…” Trixx added. Something wasn’t right..Ayla now noticed this now thanks to Trixx.”Your right Trixx, we’ll get to the bottom of this.” suddenly, Ayla could hear another voice, a new one. The girl turned her head to see an older girl approach her.” A servant? No, i’m not. Umm, who might you be? Were you brought here by the villain too?” maybe she worked for him..but she had a feeling that wasn’t the case

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male•19 years old•digimon oc• tags: open

( wip, but open)

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male•adult•league of legends(au)•tags: open

(wip, but open)

[nuffquaa]

xxx𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛
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xxxmale || 16 || marvel || location;; hallways || tags;; jet thompson, alyx hardy

Peter was a bit surprised in the result of just how shy the creature with the tail was. He didn't respond right away to Peter's questions, which caused the brunette to cock his head at the creature with a slight eyebrow raise. Maybe he couldn't talk, and was mute? Or perhaps he was just really shy, or even thought that he was in danger. All of these possibilities swarmed through Peter's mind, but he did his best the push these rampaging thoughts away. He wanted to know the strange beings' story, but he didn't really seem that talkative. It also was quite intimidating how he was just lurking behind them in silence. Peter shifted his gaze to Alyx. "Um, what should we do?" He asked inquisitively, turning back to the other being prior.

[ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ]

_🐴_ E L L I A N
x↳ x"He stood above all the others, looking down."
x↳ xSleipnir ~ Location: Hallways ~ Tags: Kirishima & Bakugou
x↳ xOC ~ "But she couldn't help but look up at the man she called grandfather."
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She was ready, this time. She was prepared to lash out at Bakugou when he had yelled at her again. However, Kirishima stopping him made her stop, as well. His kindness made her smile, allowing her to show herself in a relaxed state. "It's really not a problem. Honestly!" She replied, rocking back on her heels as she glanced between the pair. She was tempted to threaten Bakugou again, just to show she wasn't going to back down. It was in her nature to be aggressive with everyone, even those she was suppose to be friends with. However, she had a sinking feeling that she wouldn't be the only one with a power. After all, if what Kirishima was saying was true, it seemed as if the blonde would actually blow things up.
She glanced away from the pair, her black eyes scanning the hallway once more. Ellian then turned back to the pair, rocking herself side to side on her feet. She was always fidgety when in unfamiliar situations such as this one. So, her mannerisms were understandable. "Well," she began, tapping her hip with her fingers as she thought about the questions she wished to ask. It seemed redundant to ask them why they were here, other than to play a game of love. After all, Bakugo seemed to yell at her for even thinking about asking any questions. So, she felt that it was safe to assume that they were also unaware of this knowledge. So, instead, she decided to be civil and ask them about themselves. "What kind of powers do you two have? I know you said that Bakugou would 'literally' explode, but I want to know exactly." She smiled, tilting her head slightly in curiosity.

[Reiji]

△ ᴢᴇᴅ ● ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ꜰɪᴠᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ ● ᴍᴀʟᴇ ● LᴏL ● ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ - stile's room ● ᴛᴀɢs - stiles
Zed shredded whatever he could get his hands on, pretty much still ignoring any living souls in the room. It only took him some convincing from the gentle voices to stop rampaging, many parts of him taking different forms of personality. Ora does that to you, in large amounts- which he had, the power basically flowing out of him and yet, he hungers for more. Hearing a different voice other than his, brought him back to reality, making him shake his head. His blades retracted into his armor and he placed a hand on his head, collecting his thoughts. Becoming Zed again. Partially Zed, at the least. He turned to the new voice and was met with the face of a meek boy. His voice was wavering, his expression non confident, weak. For a moment, when their gazes met and Zed made the judgement based on the human's appearance, Zed's blades returned to his hands, reflecting light on it's clear surface. He stared at it and once more, the sharp blades went back. This, whole, thing- he shouldn't be murdering everyone he met here. He's fine by himself but it'd do good to at least further see what's around. He doesn't bite this whole love thing for one bit, it's ridiculous. He knows this isn't a dream or an illusion, his only concerns of that was his own mind, not other's. He has a strong will and sense of self. He knows his reality, even if he could be blinded by himself.

The reality right now is that he's stranded somewhere and he could barely recall what has happened before or what had been happening these last few days. The usual bloodshed and what not but the memory isn't quite there. Expanding in the abyss. Zed stared back at the human, feeling that since he thwarted the boy's room, he at least owed an answer. "We are Zed." He spoke, his voice their usual echoes of many self. Stay in the shadows. Zed convinced himself to not cause a scene. Havoc will return later. "Your room..." Zed said, finally looking around at the destruction caused by him. He was used to destroying things but a room was so mundane, it didn't show his true strength and just made him seem like a small fry. He looked past the wreckage to see the room he woke up in. He would apologize but that was out of his character so he just shook his head, dismissing the apology that should've followed up. Zed saw that the boy had the same letter as he did. The emotions he felt when he first read the scrap of paper instilled into him once again. He was about to just stab something but he steadied himself. "Albus. We're killing him, that vacuous moron." Zed convinced himself, glancing at the letter and then to his right hand, forming a fist with so much force that it almost injured his own palm. "You. Who are you and what will you do?" Zed asked the boy, his tone wasn't as harsh as they were before. It sounded calmer, as calm as it could be due to the circumstances of his body. Finding out if he could have others that think the same as him would make it easier to complete his goal and then, he could go back to his own mission.