The Inner Circle - A Musoka Anzen Private Roleplay

[buny]

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Musoka Anzen.
Dream Protectors.
Imaginary Friends.
Call us what you will.
We are a strong species, having been blessed long ago by some higher being and granted the job of protecting the children of the world. And yet darkness is enveloping what we know, harming our charges and tainting our comrades. The High Council of Elders is doing nothing to solve this dilemma, instead sitting on their haunches and protesting that nothing is wrong. Day by day, more of us are being turned, becoming dark creatures who seek to spread their darkness and hatred.
Nobody is safe, not even those who lead us and those whose duty it is to protect our headquarters while we are on mission.
The Darkness must be pushed back, but it can only be done if we work together.

[buny]

The Gist of it
The Musoka have always fought a deadly battle with the darkness, always managing to prevail no matter the tricks or schemes used by the other side. But Darkness has managed to infiltrate the Inner Circle, the other-worldly plane that the Musoka Headquarters is located in.

This roleplay is Semi-lit, describing the goings ons within the Circle through the viewpoint of the tainted and those on temporary leave of their Charges.

Rules

~You are not permitted to post without PM'ing us (Wolfish.Twins.) the form below. You will be allowed to post as soon as we have added you and have sent you notification of the form approval. You must own the Musoka you send the application for.

~All species rules apply

~All of Tess's rules apply

~This roleplay is semi-lit, meaning you must post in either first or third person. The post must be at least three sentences long, with fairly described actions and conversations. No one sentence/word posts.

~Speaking out of Character is not generally allowed. If you wish to post ooc, you must put double slashes like this // in front to indicate the start of the post in ooc. The rest of the post must be in character though. You are also permitted to talk ooc at the end of your posts.

~Typing in different colors is allowed, but no neon/excessively bright or excessively pale text colors are allowed. Small text is allowed as long as it is above size 75. The maximum text size is 95.

~If you are rp'ing with two or more characters, please indicate the character you are using by placing their name before the text associated with them or by typing in separate paragraphs.

~This roleplay is animalistic, meaning that we shouldn't be seeing any Musoka standing on hind paws or opening doors. Doing simple things like opening things should be done with teeth, nose etc. Writing is possible, but remember that musoka do not have opposable thumbs, so their writing will be extremely messy. c:

~Other musoka may be referenced in the story. If they are specific Musoka, refer to them by name, but don't rp as them. Background Musoka may be used. They are not allowed to be named. To see and example of a background musoka with no discerning features who is there to progress the story, please see the first roleplay post.

~Corrupted or Tainted Musoka are permitted to act differently than the average Musoka. They are dark beings after all c:

~Musoka who have charges are assumed to be on temporary leave from their child charge while within the Inner Circle. Leaving the Circle is permitted, but you must explain where your Musoka is on earth, and what they may possibly be doing.

~Most of all, Have fun!





Form (Required to join roleplay)
We are no longer accepting new Musoka for this roleplay! Only Users who are already in can roleplay on here now!

If you want to participate in a Musoka Roleplay, please join On the Edge of the BattleGrounds, a roleplay held in the same time-space frame as this one!

[buny]

. :Roleplay members : .

Wolfish.Twins. : Tobias A. Fal (position- The Keeper)
Arcane (Position- Captured Tainted)

PhantomNight : Niré (Position - Messenger #5 )

Danny&Dani : Zane (Postiton - Temporarily off duty.)

Sathalina : Hyosuke (Position- Engineer)

. : Mentioned Musoka : .

#19 - Noir
#58 - Bottle

[buny]

~reserve just in case~

[buny]

//Okay, lets get this party started! This post will be a little VERY long, in order to give you guys a setting idea. Also it will be longer than usual because introductions yea?!

Rain dripped slowly off of a trio of orbs tied to a mask, the wearer of said mask looking out from the glowing eyes-holes. The creature blinked, shutting the light off for a single second and welcoming darkness. The rain poured mercilessly down onto the Musoka, soaking his fur to the skin and leeching the heat from his body. Paws moved closer to a building edge as he bent down slightly to look intensely at something down below.
He straightened, feeling no ill affects from the rain nor cold, continuing to observe the shadow-enveloped figure below him. A harsh screech rent the air as the shadow cried, a scream of loneliness and pain.
Subject 762 is falling further and further into the darkness. It's a wonder that she managed to escape from headquarters and phase here in the condition she's in. The watching Musoka hissed out from his mask, inaudible over the rain. Soon she'll be gone forever.
With those words, the shadow being keened one last time before falling to the cement, lifeless, her very being taken by the darkness. Her body dissipated the moment it impacted the rough stone of the alley, leaving a dark trio of orbs, much like those on the watching musoka's mask.
Silently, the masked musoka dropped from the building, his paws phasing through the pavement for a second when he landed. He quickly strode over to the orbs left behind and picked them up in his mask jaws, placing them in the satchel he always carried.
The Keepers' work was never done.


The Inner Circle was a bustling hub of noise and work when The Keeper returned, phasing through the tall stone walls that their headquarters were surrounded by. He ignored the other Musoka, and they him. They all parted wordlessly around him as he passed, not wanting to touch the Musoka that could be seen by all living and non-living beings, the one who all Musoka saw before the final darkness. Tobias A. Fal; also known as The Keeper.
He returned to his office/room, the open arch of the door revealing his messy lab.
Beakers and test tubes bubbled as they stood on metal pedestals over floating orbs of flame, their contents making the room smell of acids and other unmentionable liquids.
Tobias padded over to his desk and unclipped his satchel, pulling out the dark orbs in the same movement. Placing his paws on the desk, Tobias picked up a pencil between his claws awkwardly and wrote #762 on a small card of thick paper. His writing was messy and hardly legible like always, it was hard to write when you didn't have opposable thumbs after all.
He tied the orb lines onto the card, and picked up the newly joined objects to place them in a modestly sized bowl next to the writing pens and lone pencil.

After that he waited, stretching out on the floor to wait.

//feel free to post now guyz c:

[sunken ship]

A dark figure watched with narrowed scarlet eyes as The Keeper slunk past, carrying his satchel with him. Another kill, perhaps. The ebony Musoka wondered who the unlucky victim could possibly be. He made no move to follow Tobias, for the masked creature knew better than to dabble in the affairs in the Musoka embodiment of death. Zane had no one to make conversation with, no recent battle stories to share as he was currently off-duty. The triplet of white orbs that hung from his mask made a plastic-sounding clacking noise as he abruptly turned his head. Padding on silent paws past the chittering and chattering of others, Zane slipped outside without much notice. Breathing in the fresh smell of the night rain, his orbs gave off a more radiant glow in contrast to the dark. He felt dry under his thick fur, but he could still feel the rain weighing down his pelt. He sat, in no hurry to go anywhere, with his enormous tail tucked neatly over his slender paws.

[PhantomNight]

Nire ran into the Inner Circle, flicking droplets of water into the other dry musokas in the process. However, even though they growled in annoyance, Nire was not stopping. He was in too much of a hurry, and the letters he concealed within his scarf were urgent. Addressed directly to 'Tobias A. Fal' in association with 'Zane', his duty as the messenger was to deliver the message at all costs. He came to a slight pause at a crossroad, panting and reading the poorly written signs for the 'Lab'. His legs shook in exhaustion but gritting his teeth, the brown musoka trotted on, left, right, straight, over, right...the lab. To his dismay, Zane was not nearby, leaving him alone in mercy of the Keeper. Sometimes he was more afraid of falling dead here at the footsteps of this home which was viewed as 'safe', than outside at the battlefields where the war was waging. That was not to count the nightmares that were reported to have infiltrated their base.

Being a messenger, he quickly shook his thoughts away. After months of delivering, he had become accustomed to the messages written inside each letter, his eyes able to read even the worse of handwritings. But it was not his duty to think; it was simply to 'deliver'. Calming his pounding heart (which was pounding for more than just exhaustion), he put on his calm face and walked up to the archway. Professionalism.
He tapped his feet on the ground lightly three times.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Then he spoke in the calmest voice he could master to the Keeper inside.
"Sir, Nire messenger #5, here to deliver and letter for Tobias A. Fal and Zane"

[buny]

Tobias stirred at Nire's voice and the three polite taps. That was what he was waiting for.
He stood slowly, feeling some of his internal gears click back into movement slowly before they warmed back up. Being part-clockwork was a pain sometimes, but it really didn't matter when it came to war, or even everyday life.

He could hear the loud, almost frantic pulse of Nire's heart. Tobias was used to the fear of the messengers. It was something he had almost grown to like, due to the constant looks of hatred thrown to him.

You may enter Nire. Zane is not here right now, but you may wait here for him to return if you wish. Tobias rasped, his voice much more harsh and deep in the dry environment of the Inner Circle.

[PhantomNight]

Niré stepped into the room, his nose flinching at the acidic smells of the chemicals the keeper was mixing. He tucked his nose into the scarf and pulled out the letter, the envelope slightly wet at the corners despite his attempts but the seal was in place. He handed the letter to the Keeper then stepped back slightly.

Keeping his eyes casted downwards as trained, he couldn't help but watch in fascination at the clockwork parts, not many musokas had to stand this close to the keeper. Realizing that he was now staring, he quickly turned his eyes elsewhere and waited patiently for any reply messages he may need to send. Reply message. That triggered something in him, another message he was to deliver.
"Sir, the deliverer of the message, the general in the southern war area has been killed in action"

[buny]

Tobias accepted the letter, taking it gently in his mask jaws before setting it down upon the floor and opneing the seal with a claw.
He was aware of Nire staring at the clockwork parts that had been temporarily externalized in his half-sleep. With a very gentle push of power, he tightened the illusion of flesh that he had created, hiding the gears he had inadvertently exposed in that moment.

Zane and Tobias, this letter will not be reaching you well. At this moment, our ranks are being pushed back by the dark forces.
The orbs of the fallen on both sides are being recovered, as you, Tobias have requested. The darkness will not taint those orbs not corrupted, and they will continue to be used by the future generations. Those hat have been already tainted are being rushed to you after this letter leaves.
Zane, in consideration to your last letter, I have prepared some backup plans for in case if I fall, or if our base in invaded.
It would be of great help to us all if you continued to lend your great knowledge of fighting the darkness with us all.
To you both, watch out for eagles. They are not what they seem.
You may trust Nire. Watch your backs. Support the Inner Circle.

He read the letter, noting the urgent tone it had taken halfway through, the neat lettering of the southern line general becoming a untidy scrawl. For a moment, the keeper puzzled over the cryptic message until the words Nire had uttered finally clicked.
He died? He actually died? His voice was a harsh whisper, the glow of his eyes dimming and the flesh-mirage around him flickering for a second. Did someone try to get his orbs back?
Tobias's voice became a panicked rasp, his tail flicking in agitation. Zane should be here. He should be hearing this as well. Oh by the holy gods this wasn't good.