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[TrashFan]

Username: TrashFan
Dinzi's being used: Bukimina Aka my new kiddo <3
Prompt answer: The voices echoed in her mind, they bellowed to tell her about a upcoming Zombie outbreak, which she believed, despite the low chances of it happening right away, with different apocalypses being more possible, but Bukimina was a ditzi, and ditzis always believed silly things. Bukimina knew if there was going to be a zombie apocalypse she wouldn't be able to survive where she currently was. Nope, not the orphange, she thought she'd have a better chance of surviving at the old abandoned house. Where she came from. It was midnight, and her foster parent was asleep and she thought it would be a great time to make her move, Bukimina stuck downstairs and outside of the orphanage, where she ran with all her might, trying not to be seen, she ran all the way to the house, which had filled her with many sad memories of the past. Before she had started to hear them and before her parents dissapeared. The sorrow was enough to make Bukimina cry ut she didnt, no matter how much the ghost's wanted her to. Luckily the house wasn't boarded up yet, which leaved the work to Bukimina who didn't mind as she didn't need to work her way in then. Bukimina went inside to look for some furniture to block the entrance which to her surprise wasn't cleared out of the house either. Bukimina pushed the furniture into the doors and window and then looked for food, which there happened to be none, "There is no food, your trapped" echoed through Bukimina's mind, it made her feel hopeless, as if she was trapped, she had prepared for a zombie apopcalypse that wouldn't even happen and now she was trapped, Bukimina walked over to her old room where she laid, thinking of what she could do to escape, if she even could escape at all. Bukimina was all alone, even the ghosts were silent as she began to sing, "There is chaos breaking over the city, soon there will be zombies surrounding all over me, but what if i told that all that is a lie, and that all that has happened never did, and i am nothing but trapped.". A tear dropped down Bukimina's cheek as she began to wonder why she had even listened to the ghosts as voices all echoed in her mind but she was too hopeless to listen, Bukimina cried to sleep and she have awakened in a dream where what the ghosts told her what was about to happen is happening, Bukimina looked through the windows only to jump back close the blind, there was a zombie in the window. A zombie Apocalypse was really happening. Bukimina went to make sure every door was properly blocked and every windows was properly closed as she ran around panicked on what to do, some ghosts tried telling her she was sleeping but she didn't listen, as she was way too worried to do so. Soon every piece of furniture was blocking every accessible window and door of the house as Bukimina started to feel safer as she began to hear the ghosts again, however just as they were about to tell her that all that she has been experiencing was a dream she heard knocking come from behind her as she ran, the moaning of the Zombies got louder and louder Bukimina was once again panicking about the zombies worried if they'd break in and worried about the amount of food she had, she ran to the farthest away room from the noise where Bukimina found it safe, she needed a bit to calm her mind from all of whats going on and take a break, Bukimina took a deep breath before noticing a zombie right infront of her, she didn't know where it came from but it was there and Bukimina had nowhere to run, she screamed as she has awoken from her slumber, right in her bed in the orpanage, for once, she was relieved to be back in the orphanageasd she saw the diserned face of her foster parent "Buki, you should know not to run off like that" she said as Bukimina corrected her foster parent as she didnt like the nickname "Buki" as she much preferred "Kimina", Bukimina agitated, thanked the ghosts before going downstairs to eat breakfast.

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Dolly gave perimission to me. Dolly, you will edit post with my roll right?

[SilkenDragon]

Username: Silkendragon
Dinzi's being used: Moloqu
Prompt answer: Moloqu nervously pointed his ears ahead, listening for the tell-tale scraping a zombie would carelessly cause on concrete. He couldn’t hear anything, but it did best to be careful nevertheless. Stepping closer to the door, he started instinctively unfolding his wings. He wondered if he was fast enough to open the door and take the air without any part of him getting caught by the vicious predators surely lurking about outside..
“Instinct is a better friend than thinking. Surviving is a better friend than thinking..” he recited quietly to himself, before clearing his mind and taking another step forward. Thinking too hard about the current situation would make him too hesitant, too hopeful he could hide and wait for help. He still waited a moment when in front of the door, before abruptly turning and heading for the stairs.
Thinking was fine. It got him this far. Now, if he could pry open the window in the attic, it would be a much safer place to take off.. And, he, he could, find a way to break down the stairs or, something, to buy himself more time. And then.. He could, find a cliff? Something zombies couldn’t reach. He had wings, he could fly somewhere high up. Nothing here would be of use to him, anyway. All the food and water had already been taken, and with his wings, there was no way he could have taken anything else. Even so, he wasn’t completely defenseless. If it came down to it, he could, maybe freeze a zombie’s blood or something. He didn't know, he hadn’t exactly tested it out on any zombies.
Hmm.. freezing.. Maybe he could head north? Somewhere by the coast, or a river. A lake? Fish wasn’t too bad, and he would likely avoid the majority of zombies, as freezing to death normally didn't bode well for many living creatures. His own personal ice powers helped him adapt to cold temperatures, so it wouldn’t be too different.. So, head north. Maybe find some sort of isolated mountain peak to live at, and occasionally fish or hunt for food. Maybe even look up some cold-hardy plants plants that were edible. If he was careful enough, maybe he could even grab a few books, or paper, or, oh, a couple pencils would be nice too..
Nobody would really notice a few random materials missing with the zombies here. If he was lucky, might even find a abandoned house, or a nice cave to live in. Yeah. This was a good idea. Enough plans for the future and wishful thinking. If he did survive and make it to wherever he was planning, smaller details could be fleshed out.. Oh no, what about other survivors? Whatever! Enough thinking! It was time to leave. Being in such a populated place was making him nervous.

basically he daydreams about having an excuse to go live somewhere extremely isolated

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[Faemiriya]

Username: Faemiriya
Dinzi's being used: Lucifer and Ra
Prompt answer: His tail lashed violently behind him, his sharp claw tapped the metal flooring, as his floating eyes glared daggers at the door. This is pathetic. Why is it, that he, the fallen god himself, is trapped in a bunker. He looked up at the ceiling, listening to the echo of footsteps. Oh even better, now they have arrived. All he wanted to do, was throw a huge party, but now he can't do that, because he's stuck down here. How was this place made again? Its been a while since he last saw the layout of this bunker. Fantastic, looks like he'll have to look for another way out. He got up and looked around, his sun providing a nice light for him, well, his glow on his paws and markings do as well, but the light doesn't compare to the one snuggled in between the tip of his horns. He folded his wings and started to traverse the maze of a bunker. He must've wondered the halls for about a good hour before he plopped down on the floor. His wings splayed out, his head rested slightly on his paws, before he promptly held his head up. "Whoever designed this bunker will be in for it when I get my claws on them." He was grumpy. "Oh fantastic, I'm talking to myself." He groaned before he got up. "What ever, its better than constantly thinking to myself. So the only way that I know I can get out, is through that door, but if I open that now I will definitely be attacked by those zombies." He got up. "Though that seems to be the only way out." A low rumble came from him in a form of a grow. "Well, looks like I'll just have to fight my way out. Once I get through them all, I can fly off, and I'll be home free." He grinned sinisterly, goop dripping even more. He looked around. "Wonder if theres any tools down here I can use." He searched around, and grew frustrated. There was nothing for him to use. Well, besides bedding and tents that is. Whoever owned this bunker sucks at stocking it properly. You know what, he's just going to dump all this on the floor out of spite. It took him about twenty minutes of doing this before he gets bored. He huffed and looked at the mess. He'd be glad that he's forcing some unlucky soul to clean this up, had he not been in the middle of this unholy apocalypse. He ruffled through the tent supplies. Hum, maybe he could use some of this to his advantage. Oh theres a hammer in here, and he could use these poles. "Maybe I can still have a bit of fun." He gripped onto the hammer for a moment, before setting it down and picking up the rope and tarp. He started to tie it together at certain areas. Once he was done messing around with that, he picked up two poles and a connector. It took him a bit of time, and fiddling around, before he grabbed some more rope. There now he has a make shift bow. Though the only thing he has for arrows are the stakes, and those are small, but he'll try to make do. He tossed the stakes into the first thing he made, which was a makeshift quiver, before slinging that on his back. Placing the make shift bow around his neck, he went back to the door, he tested it to see if it will finally open... nope still locked. He lifts up his paw and held out a claw. Okay, but if he looses a claw over this, there is going to be even more for crap the person to pay. He fiddled around with the lock, eventually he managed to get the thing unlocked, hearing the soft click echo brought a nice smile to his muzzle. Pulling his claw out, he backed away and looked at the door for a moment. Taking a quick breath before he opened the door and peaked his head out. Now the bunker was located on the bottom floor of the house. He'll need to get to either the front door, or go out the window, though theres a balcony upstairs. He quickly glanced around, okay so he isn't anywhere near the front. His ears flicked at a groaning sound. Oh shoot, that was quick. He pulled the bow off from around his neck, which was difficult with his horns being difficult, but he managed to do so, and only cut the rope a bit, but that shouldn't be too much of a big deal. He pulled a stake out of the quiver right at the zombie rounded the corner. He quickly placed the stake on the bow string and pulled back, before he let go... the stake didn't even reach the zombie. "SERIOUSLY, THIS DOESN'T WORK?" He threw the bow to the side. THATS THE LAST TIME HE BELIEVES SOMETHING OF THE INTERNET. He grabbed a stake and threw it at the zombie and ran for it. He doesn't have time for this, he just needs to get to an exit. Every time he's see a zombie he'd either though a stake, dodge, duck, and scratch it with his claw. It took about a minute or two, before he reaches his freedom. The bright light of Ra's stupid sun actually gave him a sense of relief. He spread his wings out, before he flapped them and took off. He ripped off the stupid quiver and let it fall. He's going to go home and rest for a bit, then he'll come back and try for that party again. Only this time, he won't go into any bunker.

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[mothha]

Username: djkitty21
Dinzi's being used: loki
Prompt answer: loki was understandably very, very angry. he had been minding his own business, when all of a sudden a giant herd of people and animals comes running along, screaming at the top of their lungs. seriously? this is their reaction to a few of the undead? there's much more dangerous monsters among them, and yet. anyways, there came the herd, and loki had been pushed along with them, unable to get away and unable to grab anything save his bag of shimmering, foil-covered chocolate coins, which he hugged to his chest as he ran along with the screaming people and animals. And now he was trapped under the ground, in a bunker filled with stuffy air and cobwebs that made him feel as if he was in the belly of a giant beast. he was dizzy, claustrophobic, and angry at these people for dragging him along against his will, and the idiot zombies for deciding to invade the mortal realm. couldn't they have picked a better time, when he wasn't invading the mortal realm? those mindless piles of flesh and bones were probably eating his apples. they probably weren't even savoring the flavor, and god knows they weren't paying for them. he looked around the cramped space, watching the people huddling on their moth-eaten mattresses and dividing canned food amongst themselves. a small ditzi looked up at him as he unwrapped a single chocolate coin, and loki rolled his crescent moon eye and handed it to them, then ushered them back to their parents a little ways away. then he walked back to the corner and layed down, watching these people who could have their entire world flipped upside down by only a small group of zombies. idiots.
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[Faemiriya]

Username: Faemiriya
Dinzi's being used: Lucifer
Prompt answer: "I don't know what I have for spooky stories, but I guess I'll tell you one that I've heard before." He shrugged, he's not even sure if its spooky or not. "A small Dinzi came home after arriving home from school. She walked into the house expecting her parents to come and greet her like they would normally, but they didn't come, and all she got was silence. She looked around for her parents, but they were no where to be found. Just when she was about to go out to look for them, a sound of a door opening caught her attention. She whipped her head around, and saw the door was ajar. She cautiously walked over and peaked her head through it, asking if any one was there. Her fur pricked up, as a cold wind brushed against her. A small raspy voice whispered into her ear, Welcome home~. She jumped and whipped around, but was greeted with nothing. There was the subtle sound of laughter, and some clanking noise could be heard from the kitchen. Her curiosity, overpowered her fright, as she went to see what was going on now. Peaking into the kitchen, she didn't see anything. What was that clanking noise then? Was she beginning to go crazy? Right when she was about to leave, one of the plates fell onto the floor and shattered. Once again, turning around, she didn't see what caused it, but she did see the ceramic shards of the plate scattered on the fine marble. At this point she was thinking it'd be best for her to leave. She left the kitchen to go to the door, but was face to face with a white figure. The white figure was in the form of a Dinzi, it got up to her face, and grinned, Where are do you think you are going?, it asked. Her mind seemed to be running a million miles, before she blacked out. When she woke up she was in her own bed. There was a note on her nightstand, on it said, I'll be watching, in helvetica." He must've heard this story at someones small sleepover, or something.

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[SilkenDragon]

Username: Silkendragon
Dinzi's being used: Qeizei
Prompt answer: Qeizei muttered to himself quietly as he approached the half sunken, abandoned shack he had had mostly undug the entrance to. Unfortunately, earlier, he had counted his chickens before they could ever even had a single thought of seeing daylight. Basically, he had been caught stealing. Some bag someone had left unattended or something. He didn't really remember nor did he really care right now. He wouldn’t be let in anywhere. That's the problem with small, close knit towns. Too trusting of each other, not enough of random strangers loaded with valuables. Luckily, he had managed to dump his winnings here and sell most of it, the rest, tossed off some random cliff. Whoever found it, unlucky them. They’d probably be blamed for the whole thing if they tried to show it off. Coins? Stashed with a trustworthy friend. Qeizei was filthy rich, and could probably buy a house if he wanted. Too close to his previous robbery, though. Had to lay low. So, creepy, more-rot-than-house it was, instead. If anything, at least he managed to snatch a couple coins off the ground in the resulting chaos (years of experience made this more of a instinct than a conscious thought he had to think about, which saved just enough precious brain power he needed to calculate his escape) and one or two scraps of wilted lettuce he had grabbed after almost running straight into the corresponding cart. Useless. Oh, and he had found a necklace that had been nailed to the wall of his current location. Three gems, chain was made out of iron casing, or would people appreciate doing the whole experience themselves? Decisions, decisions. He’d figure it all out in the morning.. It was pretty swampy here, he had just enough leftover energy and was certainly fast enough, maybe he could catch some frogs for breakfast.. Curling up on a pile of musty fabrics he had scavenged from various corners of the tiny house, he drops the necklace next to him and drifts off into a fitful sleep..
Before promptly waking up in complete darkness. No, not complete. The purple jewel in the necklace was glowing slightly. Whatever it was, he could barely see anything either way. He felt sluggish, as if his body was made out of clay, or mud, or stone...He couldn’t move his limbs. He heard wind, stronger than before.. but other than that, he seemed to be alone. Wait. There.. He could hear something moving.. Metal? Maybe chains of some sort. Rattling. Really loudly, now, too. Is.. is it getting closer? He tenses up, tries to get up to fight, to run, to do something, but his body won’t obey him. He’s panicking, he knows, breathing is starting to get more difficult. Whatever is with him, it stops nearby. It's breathing heavily, like he is unable to do. While the rattling has mostly stopped, occasionally the creature shifts, and the metal clanks loudly together. Neither of them move. It feels like hours have passed. Qeizei is unable to get back to sleep, doesn’t want to, knowing something is with him. The being suddenly starts to move again, wheezing. Qeizei wonders if this is how he dies- Metal links quietly jostle each other, and the being stops again, this time right over him. Long hair droops down to tickle his neck as the creature leans over to grab the necklace. The gems pulse brightly as the being touches it. It's head follows, to examines the necklace. It looks like it's about to leave, but as it starts to move away, it's head turns slightly and catches Qeizei’s eye. It.. looks like a dinzi, of some sort. If one’s face was horrible scarred and had mutations no dinzi had ever heard of before. It has sharp teeth. Qeizei knows, because it smiles brightly, almost as if greeting a friend. It's face twists horrifically as it does so, though, and Qeizei wants nothing more in the world than for it to stop looking at him. Some sort of sinister aura erupts in waves from.. This creature, because Qeizei had been mistaken when he tried to compare it to a dinzi. The worst being his mind could recall, would be like a fluffy, innocent bunny in this creature’s presence. The thing pauses, staring him in the eye for a long while, blinking slowly. Finally, it shakes it’s mane out and lets out a hacking cough, maybe a laugh if he listened carefully enough, stepping away and dropping the necklace with a muffled clang behind Qeizei. The doom exuding from it’s body slowly recedes from Qeizei, and it’s chains clink along the ground as it starts walking away.
“You’re ok, kid. Most people scream and run without listening, and ya should know, it’s real rude to go into someone’s home and not at least meet to the one owning it,” the being stops. Qeizei feels distress building up every second it doesn’t talk. What is it planning? The being starts speaking again, softer. “You’re acting awfully nice n’ quiet. I guess I’ll let you off the hook this time. But, hey, as a warning, it isn't nice to try and take other people’s belongings without permission. If we were friends, maybe. Hmm.. actually, wanna stay? I got plenty of other pals who would love to meet ya.” Qeizei would never touch a gold coin again if it meant this thing would leave from his life indefinitely.
“No? Shame, shame.. Hmm.. well, but ya know what? I’ll let ya keep this old thing,” The being kicks at the necklace. “I can make a new one in a jiffy, and I’d love someone with your listening abilities. If ya ever wanna join me early, give two taps to the purple jewel in the necklace. I'll find my way to ya, if ya mind ever changes. Though, well, given enough time, i'm sure you’ll be happy to. It's not like anyone has a choice in the end.” The thing laughs again, and the sound of metal rattling fills the room, even as Qeizei feels himself drifting back into troubled sleep.
Qeizei jolts awake, and immediately jumps up to his feet. The fact his body reacts to his thoughts sends a wave of relief crashing through him, and he collapses back to the ground, breathing deeply. A nightmare. It was all a dream. He needed to get food and water in him before they got worse. If they could, that was. Qeizei stretches out happily, but freezes as he feels cold metal press against his back. Quickly spinning to face the doorway, he looks downward in disbelief. The necklace lays crumpled on the floor, gems gleaming ominously in the dawn’s light. His blood goes cold as he recalls the dream possibly being reality. Glancing back at the necklace uneasily, he picks it up. While he doesn’t like the prospects of carrying this around, it seems almost wrong to even consider discarding or selling it.. He puts it on- he doesn't have anywhere else to stash it without leaving it unattended, and turns to regard the rest of his current belongings. Not much, besides the feeling of overly suffocating comfort the tiny shack seemed to have developed overnight. It made him more nervous than it did calm him, and he quickly darted through the doorway. He planned to go frog hunting anyway. The necklace glowed darkly for a second, before returning to normal, clinking softly against Qeizei’s neck.
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New prompt up!

[Faemiriya]

Username: Faemiriya
Dinzi's being used: Lucifer
Prompt answer: His tail swished in excitement as he promised to watch the kids. Once he could no longer see Deus he turned to the kids and quietly chuckled. Oh yes, he is very good with kids. The first thing he did, was take them to play pranks on some Dinzi's. Second thing he did with them, was scare some Dinzi's. Finally, he took them to a corn maze to scare and prank the Dinzi's who went through. When the time came he brought the kids back to Deus. Now this is where he gets to tell the story about what happened. "Your kids were very well behaved. We started out by pranking a few Dinzi's, which was very enjoyable. One of the pranks involved paint, and you should've seen their face, it was PRICELESS. Don't worry, the paint is easy to wash off. Another good prank we did was when we found a Dinzi asleep, and we wrote down on a note that he's been asleep for 100 years. He woke up so confused, and actually believed it for awhile." He chuckled at the funny memory. "After we had fun with our pranks, we decided to go scary some Dinzi's. It wasn't to hard to lure them into an area, and then scare them from behind." There wasn't much to say about that one. "Lastly we went into a corn maze. We told Dinzi's the way to the exit, but it actually led to a dead end, right as they turned around one of us were standing there ready to scare them." He laughed remembering the frightened faces. "Otherwise we really didn't do anything other than that."

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