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username qpplepie
name adonis
prompt ( 200/200 words )

"you are not meant to be here."
with a jolt, he remembers.
long, long ago.

he remembers the garden of roses, fat rubies that smothered the field, drenched in a sweet sickly scent.
the sun caressing his skin, wind brushing flowers, making ripples in the portrait of flames.

he remembers her, the lady who lovingly watched over the scarlet flowers.
halo of golden hair gracing her head, her voice clear and gentle.

"you are not meant to be here." she does not take her eyes off the rose,
her long fingers delicately settling underneath the plump bud.

"what is this place?" he dares ask
clumsy hands stroking velvet petals.

"not yet," she whispers, regret clouding her melancholy eyes.
as the pretty rose vines wrapped tight around his limbs,
bitter thorns piercing soft skin, shattering bone.
crimson dripped slowly from his hands, radiant under the sun.
joining the field of roses, the land of red.

he remembers when there was no crimson, no life left ebbing between his fingers
and he woke, gasping, at what he beheld
for where the rose vines had twisted around his hand, where thorns had punctured,
beautiful marks of red remained, curling intricately between his palms.

[parker;]

username- parker;
prompt-

Silence, that was what was going to kill him. He lifted his head, the cell around him swirling into his thoughts with the ever present absence of sound. Well, if the sharp clinking of chains and steady drip of ice morphing to water didn't count. Flowers didn't grow here, they'd be scared off by the sheer misery contained within the walls of the prison. It had been his profession that had ensured his capture, but the bountiful rewards had been too much to refuse.

His relief came a few years later, found in an escape with another young mage who had somehow gotten himself caught despite his destructive abilities. In comparison, his own mischievous spells were nothing more than a slight breeze, granted their only purpose was to take items from unsuspecting merchants. Those really were the days, and it was time to get back to them. The young mage had split off from him shortly after their escape, leaving the older male to his business. He wasn't ever going back there, to the cell that still held the stain of his shadow. No, instead he would go on without being caught, bringing his won version of karma to all.

[Ethulai]

Username: Ethulai
Round One

Connecting...

You are standing in a room in the back of the inn "The Devil's Rose". There is a mirror surrounded by illuminated candles, an ancient desk and a chair.
There is only one exit: south

>look mirror
You see a tall, muscular kalon with luxurious beige-toned fur. Their gaze is confident and smug. They have an abundance of wavy, chestnut coloured hair that cascades towards the ground and is untamable.
Holding: a well-loved lute (right hand)
Wearing: a white silk shirt opened scandalously low at the chest. Tight, black leather pants that are illegal in at least 15 regions and comfortable leather boots.
Carrying: Two hidden stilettos.

>whois me
You are Trianophi Rodon, Master of Venom House - Guild of Assassins, Travelling Bard.

>south
You are in a dimly lit corridor.
There are three exits: east, west, stage.

>stage
You are on stage at "The Devil's Rose". Patrons cluster around a large number of tables, cheering loudly and with extreme fervor.

>play
You bow dramatically with great flair. You begin to strum your lute with dexterous and nimble fingers. You croon a well-known ballad about star-crossed lovers. The angels weep. While engaging your audience you simultaneously search for your mark...

[200/200]

[Dawnstorm111]

Name: Rosemary Swift

Gender: Female

Every rose has its thorns.

I don't want to rule! I want to be free!

We all scatter like rose petals one day.

Rosemary is a royal-born girl who lives in a tower. She has it all.

[Grey_Hoodie]

[ Round 1 ]
username: Grey_Hoodie
prompt fill: [197/200 words]

Oxygen biting into scrap metal bundles, the sharp occasional burst of electricity from long lines of loose wire, oil puddles rippling beneath the tease of floating sparks, the thick cloying scent of smoke as a fire was born, blaze forging a path toward her home with the intent to feed – those were the lasting memories of Ottavia’s childhood.

She’d never moved, even when urged for fear of her sanity. Ottavia preferred a different sort of company to what most would consider normal, easily content with the misshapen droids and outcast cyborgs filling up her dump of a graveyard. She’d enjoyed tinkering with the smaller critters as a child - too slow as they were to escape the reach of her grubby hands - and would set up lawn chairs for herself and any cyborg that had maintained its mobility whenever another fire broke out.

Sometimes, and only sometimes, she would light the match herself when the days seemed to ooze together. Driven by her work, tirelessly filling her time with activities and blindly following the need to show off to the half of herself that only ever doubted, a good fire always seemed to help her reset.

[FluffyBirdie]

username :: FluffyBirdie
200 words

You walk cautiously, your eyes not on the broken street before you but the faces you'll pass. Bumping into the wrong person can lead to death, so you stick to the edge of the sidewalk, constantly looking for a dangerous face. You shouldn't have bothered. As you look ahead, people are parting before a tall figure, whose long hair and red eyes immediately give him away. Adonis Revan. Even as the crowd parts fearfully, their anger is almost visible in the air. Murderer. Killer. You shudder as he passes. What a menacing aura. He truly can kill on a whim, remorseless. The strip of cloth on his arm is more ceremonial than purposeful; everyone knows which gang he belongs to.
You'll never know him, and you're glad you never will. Never know that he hates how people trip in their haste to get away, hates how he can't remember the faces of his victims or the number of lives he has taken.
Never know that he once dreamed of being a doctor, that he joined for the sake of a family that shunned him because of it.
You'll never know, and like the others around you, you don't care.

[mellifluous]

ｍｅｅｔｉｎｇ 𝙹 𝚢 𝚘 𝚝 𝚒 𝚛 𝚖 𝚊 𝚢 𝚒
-━━━━━━ ☼ ━━━━━━-
[Round 1]
"Crap. Crap. Crap!" Jyoti couldn't even hide the tears in her eyes anymore. Yet another wonderfully failed attempt at a potion in front of the whole class. How did she even come to the conclusion that attending a prestigious magik university would suddenly unlock some hidden potential. She needed to accept her fate as the only attuneless creature in the city! She had no form of magik. She couldn't even perform the most simple of spells. Most appalling part of it all? Being the only child of the most powerful foretelling spirit in the nation and a skilled time wizard. From a young age her parents had been waiting for her to suddenly explode in a frenzy of power, preferably an attunement of the highest tier. When this experience never came to, she made her way through school with her parents purchasing her acceptance to every school and activity she attended.

Sadly, social bonds didn't work the same. Her awkward social skills and inability to hold a conversation stemmed from always being known as the attuneless loser who only got where she was because of mommy and daddy. At least she was intelligent. Better than being entirely useless.
[200/200 words]

[skabeebo]

Username: Arkki
~Round 1~

__ - ~ + = |Rose Rue Clover| = + ~ - __

"Rose."
A distant, faraway voice called...
"Rose, wake up."
Rose opened her eyes to see her beloved mother...
And jolted awake to see nothing.
Rose sighed, and got up for the day...
As usual, she went right to her rose garden.
Her favorite blood roses, deep in color...
Eating a blood orange, that citrusy, dark fruit...
They were her mother's favorite.
She tends to the garden every day and watched the moon at night.
It was her mother's favorite thing to do.
While she misses her mother, she carries on every day.
Every day she carries on.

(97/200 words)

[lonk]

username: lonk || name: kyrie druseau || round one: x



"keep your back straight, girl," her mother said.
she hadn't said her daughter's name for months. kyrie kept her chin high as their eyes met. "you don't have the right to speak to me in that tone." mrs. druseau rose from her knees, slowly, done fixing her daughter's skirt.
kyrie didn't flinch as her mother's hand made contact with the side of her face. "that sharp tongue won't be doing you good.. just because you're a potential royal consort, that does not make you god, girl."
"then what does it make me?"
"you are no better than me. i've made you what you are, you self-entitled b-"
the door swung open. a guard bowed their head. "lady druseau, your presence is required in the parlor." kyrie dismissed them, her voice unwavering from the interrupted argument. she straightened out her dress, and made for the door.
her mother followed her out. "you're lucky," she mumbled, "that i was chosen to escort your other mother, lady poe. if not for my looks and her status, you'd be living as i do."
kyrie didn't look back until she reached the parlor doors. she smiled coldly at the maidservant. "you are dismissed."

[kolyakun]

username: kolyakun
name: Alucard
round 1: here

Alucard was nothing like the story-book vampires: pale with overgrown canines and a dislike of garlic. He was like any other guy, for the most part. Aside from the fact that his skin was waxier than most, almost translucent with a bloodless hue. He wore shades in the daylight, although if need be, he could have taken them off. The sunlight had no such negative effects aside from the slight annoyance of getting sun in his eyes. His sense of humour was likely darker though, no room for genuine compassion. After a few centuries, he'd seen it all, heard it all, and done it all.
Alucard could remember it as though it were yesterday; the day he awoke from his deep slumber only to begin his new life as the undead. The year was 1480, his limbs were stiff and cold, much like a corpse. He raised his hand to his neck and brought it back bloody, and as he struggled to recollect how he got into such an eerie basement, all he could think about was his thirst for blood.

[181 words]