the matching game | multifandom rp | o&a

[ryuunosuke]

❝ こわくないよ！❞
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"Ah, I'd really appreciate that! Thank you!" Lemres offered a sweet smile at Claude's gesture to walk amongst the aisles in his stead. He was already deteriorating at a rapid pace, and he swore if he moved another leg muscle he'd fall flat on his face. A gloved hand reached for one of the thick tomes, and he managed to get it in front of him without too much trouble. The thick cover opened with a satisfying thump on the oak table, and he was about to begin reading until...

To be honest, that man still looked more attractive than the book sitting on the table. He moved with an air of mysterious kindness - something he saw in himself - but seemed like his mind was wandering elsewhere. The way Claude's eyes would lose their shine, even if for a small lull in time, surely indicated that something was on his mind. The way Claude's muscles would stiffen, as if paused by stasis magic... OH DEAR ARUKA HE WAS STARING WITH HIS EYES CLOSED. Maybe the fact that he was in the room with a literal youkai was messing up his thought process...

Lemres attempted to shake himself from that... trance, and then flipped the book open to the index. It appeared to be a history of sort on this estate, especially given some sloppy penmanship a few pages in. It was a language that surely wasn't Japanese - so the meaning flew over his head. Maybe he'd ask Claude..? Or perhaps he'd ask Ahri? Both seemed like a good choice, but half the struggle was acting on those decisions. Perhaps leaving it vague would work... "I'm sorry," he brought up, to no one in particular. "I cannot read this language - I can only read Japanese and English."

Oh dear Aruka, was the strange english-like scripture before him in the language of love, French?! Risukuma had the tendency to speak it, but only knew "Je t'aime." It surely did resemble it, but he would have no idea to know otherwise... This master A character really really likes love, Lemres decided. Like sweet Ally, albiet weirder and vaguer and... Not Ally at all.

❝ お相手いたします！❞
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Talking with Yuki was nice, Ringo decided. He was patient, and although his remarks short, it seemed like he had a lot to say. Mysterious! Her analysis was severed by a smattering of compliments from the silvery boy, and with that soft yet impactful voice... "Eh- ah, thanks," the girl sputtered out, truly hoping her face didn't imitate her hair in terms of redness. She pulled her gaze from Yuki to try and look at literally anything else, because showing her flustered side in a situation like this..!

But it wasn't like she didn't hear his low mumble of his lament of his family. Being a physics master means you have to see and hear when something is ever-so-slightly off when you're running a test... She thumbed over the phrase in her head, trying to process it - and the thoughts only got more swarmed when she noticed Yuki tensing up. Ringo hesitated - did she have the right to say anything? They had only just met, after all, but... The greengrocer knew that she was quick to lend a helping hand, from aiding random girls crashing into her school to a particular T-piece who she had cried over although they knew each other scant a month. Maybe - perhaps...

Ringo's plan to offer a comforting backpat backfired due to her hesitance, and all that came out of the attempt was her hand slightly brushing against Yuki's. Terrifying! I really just did that!

Well - that was aside the point. They were at the kitchen now, and Ruby was finally speaking. She watched as the taller girl went about explaining her thoughts and shot both of them a question - ah, where to eat... The plates did look attractive, though - picking one up would do no harm. Ringo decided to go for something that appeared simple enough, and decided to take the lead. "There's already utensils set out, so perhaps we eat here? I think - I remember something about a gala. So perhaps there is one of those big fancy-pants ginormous long tables." Yikes, slow down with the adjectives, girl! "Additionally," she continued, moving the plate to her left hand so she could gesture animatedly with her other, "I think that we should eat in here, because we'd all look really ridiculous and like a bunch of students if we were wandering about with fancy plates." She grabbed a fork, and took a rather triumphant stab of lettuce. A lettuce-rallying call, because those two looked just as uneasy as she did, what with Ruby looking distant and Yuki seeming stuck in a temporary trance...

"Thank you for the meal!" she proclaimed, and unceremoniously took a bite of the salad.

❝ 調子が出てきた！❞
──────────────xｅｘ ✢ 32 ✢ tags: open!!!!! ✢ location: hallways

Perhaps his garden frolick was a little too childish. But oh, it was so nice to be able to feel grass under his boots and see a hydrangea again... Ex departed from the garden, albeit with hesitance - being the Keeper of Space-Time meant that he was stuck in a spiraling galaxy with only marble floors and purple flames to comfort him. He concurred that, perhaps if this was his dream still, he'd be able to see one of his kids... Tee, Ess, O... Any of them were welcome in his mindspace.

The walk out of the gates was longer than it should've been. Getting adjusted to regular gravity was quite a feat, for the silvery-haired man nearly stumbled every time he took a step. His earlier instance of euphoria seemed to have fueled him this far, Ex supposed. The hallways were winking with lit orange-red flames, a welcome change from the regular purples he saw at the Gate. He heard voices from many directions, supposedly just from his mind..? Something sharp was happening in the supposed ballroom, if the huge doors were any indication, and something brave was emerging from the kitchen.

Maybe he'd let fate have its course. Ex decided to do what he had did during that time - wait for those to come to him.

[starseeker+sunchaser]

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~15-19~|~Female~|~She-Ra~|~Open~|~Hallway~

Catra shifted around rather restlessly in her sleep, morning dragging her to wake up. She knew she had to, lest Scorpia was to wake her, or another of her peers? Definitely not friends, at least..besides Scorpia. Stop dwelling on that! The girl reluctantly forced herself awake, giving her eyes a moment to adjust, quickly discovering that this was not the Fright Zone in any way. Did the Princesses kidnap her? Was she in Bright Moon? If so, wouldn't she be in a prison, not this comfy bed? It didn't add up. Catra stood up from the bed, finding her whip on a nightstand along with a note. So, to escape, she was supposed to fall in love? What a joke. She wasn't planning on falling in love, caring for people is what got her into the mess she had been in, caring for people definitely wasn't going to get her out of this one either. No, she was going to find her way out, on her own, she didn't need help.

Catra snickered to herself as she picked up her whip, and put it on, taking her time to look around the room. The lights were off, but she could still see pretty well, glancing around. Besides the note, there were also some fancy clothes lying around, similar to the ones she wore for 'Princess Prom'. Man, that was great. But this wasn't the time to keep thinking of memories, she needed to get out of here, back to the Fright Zone. There was one more piece of clothing she noticed, a jacket with a snake symbol on the back. That's where that went! She put it on and turned towards the door, and walked over to it, not bothering to turn the lights on. She opened it to reveal a large hallway, with quite a few doors. Might as well try a few and see which ones lead places. First one she tried was the door to the left of the room she was in. Maybe, someone was in there, she didn't need help, but she could get information out of someone. "Hey, anyone in there?!"

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~Unknown~|~Female~|~OC~|~Open~|~Hallway~

Tugo stirred in the bed, waking up rather quickly. Surprisingly, she wasn't the type to sleep in, often waking up in the middle of the night, or really early morning. The girl yawned, getting up from the bed, seeing Rudy laying next to her. She picked up her little snake, placing Rudy on her head as she turned to the nightstand. There was a note, explaining what was going on. Falling in love..? But..what if she didn't really want to? She could try at least..but it was an unfamiliar concept to the alien. Tugo decided to look around the room, noticing the lights were on, making it easy to see. She checked drawers and cabinets, finding some fancy clothes, a dress and a suit, either one she might wear. She turned to the door, thoughts circling in her head. "What do you say..Rudy? Shall we look?" The snake hissed at her, slithering around in her hair. "A yes? Okie!"

Tugo opened the door, walking outside with a bounce in her step. She didn't question this much at all, not wanting to get answers she didn't like. Rudy had other opinions, but not brought up now, instead focusing on keeping her owner safe. It was time to see if anyone else was here, there probably was, but the question was: where? Probably in one of the nearby rooms, but which one...Instead of just choosing one, the girl chose to call out, wondering if anyone would answer. "Uh..hi?"

[Lemon Tea Rain]

Daro'zahbi

Elder scrolls, khajiit dovahkiin, doorway | tags: Catra

Out of all the places Daro'zahbi would have been used to waking up in - a patch of grass, an abandoned cabin, a nosy Inn, even jail... This certainly was not one of them. Giving her slit eyes a few seconds to adjust to the lighting, the khajiit noticed that despite the luxurious bedding wrapped around her body, she was definitely sore. "What the.." She muttered to herself in confusion. Reluctantly throwing the blankets aside, Daro'zahbi rose to her feet, realising at once why she was so sore. The familiar, faint rattle of stormcloak armour filled her ears, making her scowl. Why had she been sleeping in armour, of all things? She clearly wasn't exposed out in the open. Scolding herself, she patted herself down, in search of her war axe or hunting bow, to no avail. Only a small dagger was on her person. "It'll have to do." she told herself.

Noticing the wardrobe in front of her, Daro'zahbi opened it in search of more.. subtle clothing. If she was going to sneak out of here, the faint rattle of armour would not benefit her. She once again began scolding herself, wondering why she didn't steal none political armour for once, instead of looking like some Talos-loving Nord. "Are these all.. gowns?" Daro'zahbi muttered incredulously. "Where in the deities' names is this one?" Picking the plainest dress she could find in there, she prepared to get changed when she heard a knocking on her door, and an "Hey, anyone in there?!".

Unsheathing her claws, Daro'zahbi flung the door open, nearly ripping the note she hadn't noticed before off of the door. Already in a defensive stance, she hissed in a raspy voice "Who are you?! What is Daro'zahbi doing here?!"

[serendipity-]

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female • 21 • lesbian • she-ra • form • tags: N/A

As Scorpia drifted into consciousness, she instantly knew something was wrong. Why? The reason was quite humorous actually. It was because she actually fit on the bed she was sleeping on comfortably. That was new, that never happened in the narrow, bunk style, minimally padded Horde beds. So she jolted up, looking around frantically, but in an curious manner. The princess's simple mind was not at all thinking about how this could be a dangerous situation. Because it was a really nice place, so why think negatively? "Ooh, Catra, did you kidnap me and take me on vacation, because you knew I needed one?" She called out with a stupid grin on her face, but received no answer. Scorpia soon reasoned out loud, "Nah, Catra'd never do something like that." She said, tapping her chin in thought with her claw. Maybe Catra wasn't even here. Was anyone from the Horde or any princesses even in here?

She got up from the extremely comfortable and size appropriate bed, and began to think (which wasn't a fast process). Luckily the note on her bedside was an easy thing to find so it greatly sped up the detective Scorpia process. She read it and was completely surprised. She was on a game show! How fun! But she and another person would have to fall in love completely with each other to leave. The show (Scorpia assumed). "That'll be hard..." She muttered with a forlorn sigh. Every time she tried to interact with a normal human, they were terrified. How would she fall in love if no one but her friends in the Horde would ever talk to her without screaming and running. The ball part excited her, she gasped and the woman's eyes sparkled like an anime character's. She looked at the closet, and concluded that would be where her fancy clothes would be. The dresses were simple but sleek, mostly dark colors like black and navy. Also everything in that closet looked like it would fit her, which was rare for the scorpini. Nothing really fit her but her custom made Horde uniform. That dress she wore to Princess Prom had been so hard to find so she held onto it forever. "Sweet!" She whispered excitedly. Despite appearing butch like, Scorpia loved to dress up all pretty. Maybe that was just her locked away princess side trying to shine.

Scorpia figured it was time to go meet the other contestants, so she stepped out of the bedroom into the hallway. There were a couple of people milling around, and the farther she traveled down the hallway the more densely occupied it was. All these people weren't familiar at all to her. So it was a good time to make friends with a clean slate. She waved at some person, saying, "Hi!" And they were frozen. Of course it would still be like this. She chimed out as she walked, "Hello there!" and "Good day to you!" or "Nice hair!" They all gawked at her and were too frightened to reply.

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female • 26 • biromantic • gorillaz • form • tags: N/A

Will edit with Noodle's as soon as I know who wants to interact with her.

[sniper tf2]

♬ ＱＵＹＮＮ ＳＯＬＥＩ

♬ male || thirty seven years old || d&d || @ hallway || tags; oscar ♬

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a groan came from the half-human entity as he came to his senses, enjoying some time on the incredibly comfortable-
wait, comfortable? just the night before his back was in agony due to the stiff bed in the tavern he was allowed to
stay at, and now the bed feels like he was laying in a pile of feathers? something was very wrong here. quynn opened his eyes, squinting slightly as he looked around, a puzzled expression on his face. what... what was this place? this didn't look like the tavern at all... was he taken from one place to another? had he gone too wild with the ale? he doubted it, as handsome as he was, this room seemed to belong to royal blood, he would never temp anyone of such status... or could he? now curious about his unexpected place of stay, he got out of bed to look around, heeling all the furniture he came across. it was all so nice, so polished, so... expensive. was the bedside cabinet made of mahogany or were his eyes fooling him? oh, how he would love to take this all home, the status, the gold! he could sell it for so much, and finally, be able to travel peacefully! without ever worrying if he had a roof over his head.
ah, but that wasn't the main concern, was it? as of right now he had something bigger to worry about, and that was the small note left for him to read. the calligraphy was beautiful and was written in common, thankfully. maybe this meant he was still in faerûn? he noticed he was definitely not in faerûn the more he read the note. a game? a love game? how queer. he had read of people transported by deities to other planes of existence, but it had never been like this, and he had never expected one of them to be him. well, it was about time, wasn't it?? he may not be an adult, but he knew damn well he was mature and ready to take on such an adventure! he could only imagine the story he could tell his peers after this, the people in taverns listening to him in awe as he shared the tale of how he, quynn solei, was transported to another plane by a god of love and matchmaking, and how he singlehandedly defeated him in order to go back to his rightful place of origin!
...well, just because he would tell the tale didn't mean he had to do such a thing, in fact, finding a fair lass (or lad-) sounded much easier than finding whoever this ''albus" character was and challenging him to one on one combat. so maybe he could give romance a go, after all, now that he was in this entirely new place, nobody would know of his multiple run-ins with guards! it was perfect, he could have a whole crowd dazzled due to his talent, and they wouldn't even know he was a thief!
now smiling confidently, he went to check out his new wardrobe and was pleasantly surprised by very nice flashy suits and a single, red bodycon dress. you know what? this wasn't so bad since Albus clearly had good taste! he's never seen clothes so stunning, only in pictures had he seen something so luxurious! but now he not only got to see them but also touch them and wear them! as if he was a royal himself!! what an absolute honor! but, even when they were so nice, they weren't as recognizable as his current one, but he'll be sure to dress up all fancy when the time comes! with a big ol smile, the half-elf stuffed the important note in his pocket, grabbed his mandolin, which rested against the wall, and happily headed out into the long halls of the castle, being in even more are than he was before. Looking around as he strummed on his instrument aimlessly, even if there was enough noise as is, he still felt like doing something with all of this pent up excitement and energy. now all that was left to do is look for a good spot and get himself a good, supportive crowd! that should be easy, right?

☢ ＰＡＹＴＯＮ ＫＯＷＡＬＳＫＩ

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☢ male || twenty seven years old || ew || @ garden || tags; ex ☢

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must've been a wild night, huh?
like, okay, he didn't usually remember anything after going out, but, usually he at least had a vague concept of what happened, or where he was, but this time that wasn't the case, since instead of the usual crusty mattress of a person he didn't know and a feeling of regret tingling all over his body, it's was the most comfortable bed he had ever been on, he had had the best sleep of his life and didn't wake up hungover! what was this, a miracle? had he died in his sleep and gone to heaven?
....nah, he was going to hell, so it definitely couldn't be that.
the polish man opened his eyes groggily, being met with an incredibly unfamiliar room. What in the world? What did he take last night??
Since he was incredibly confused, he ignored his usual aching and grogginess to check out what this was all about, getting up from the bed, only to spot a note. He squinted to read it, his vision blurry from waking up not long ago, plus, he slept with contacts on, eugh.
well, his worry about his eyes falling out of his skull for sleeping with his contacts quickly faded when he read that he was indeed not Poland, or earth at all, probably, but instead in wherever-the-hell this place was, forced to find himself a partner to go back.
as much as he wanted the company of a lover, he had things to head with, like his terrible coping mechanisms, his lack of commitment, education, money, etcetera. so, he just accepted that he'd be here for the rest of his life, which was probably 3 more years from now when kidneys failed or something.
he looked for whatever nice outfit was given to him, and he was unpleased by the fact there were only suits, eugh, last time he wore a suit it was given to him for his brother's wedding, and all he knew is that he woke up with a wicked hangover and his brother blocked him, so, not fun. he'd rather stick to his usual outfits, only satan himself could rip his crop tops from his skinny little fingers.
rubbing his temples with a huff, he realized he had to go out if he wanted to do any progress here. where were the refreshments? they could give him nice suits and silk sheets but not a damn mini-fridge? they ought to get a priority check. at least now he had a motivation to go out of his room, slinking away from the surprising amount of people, including some very odd sights, like a big butch lesbian that could probably split him in half if she wanted to. you know what? he might not feel hungover, but he was probably still... on something. yeah, that was good enough of an explanation for him. instead of focusing on his goal of finding something to quench his thirst and numb his brain, he decided maybe a breather would be better, some nice, fresh air and some time to get those two brain cells he still had to work on finding a solution.
even a bumbling idiot like him managed to find his way out into the nice garden, squinting at the blinding sun. don't get him wrong, the garden was beautiful, looked like something out of a damn movie, he was just not one to admire nature. yeah, there were pretty flowers and some green grass. so what? he saw that all the time at places like a public park.
however, what he didn't have in a public park was the sight of some strange, short man walking around the garden. did he have an "x" on his hair? how did he even get it to look like that?? his pants were ridiculous too, where did this person come from?!
he had no rights to judge him, honestly, as he had a mop of messy hair, was freakishly tall and he also had ridiculous fashion sense. but that didn't mean he wasnt going to sit there and uncomfortably stare at him as he tried to figure out whether he was hallucinating, having a stroke, or actually looking at a real man.

[molotov]

(♞) x ＫＯＫＩＣＨＩ ＯＵＭＡ ❞

[ gender. male ] ♦ [ age. 18 years old ] ♦ [ location. courtyard ] ♦ [ tagged. lumia ]

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he watched in disbelief as the girls hand switched to that of a wolves forepaw, all the while making a sickening cracking sound that he could only assume were her bones braking and reforming. it was all enough to make him wince at the mere sound. “whoaa, that’s so weird!” he exclaimed aloud, eyes wide with surprise, trying to make sense of it all. although his awe didn’t last, as her paw shifted back to a normal human hand. disappointment washed over him at the realization that she was not going to fully transform. ”aw man..” he grumbled to himself, before glancing back over at the semi older female as she explained. “ew, that sounds painful. does it hurt?” surely it did? hell, just thinking about it was painful. maybe it was a good thing she didn’t go full on wolf.

at her mention of her nickname kokichi narrowed his eyes at the lupine woman. “well alright then, ice, i gotta name too ya know, and it ain’t kid.” he grumped, pausing a moment as he let a grin spread across his face. finding it to be the perfect opportunity to introduce himself. “names kokichi ouma, or if you’d prefer to call me by my ultimate title, the ultimate supreme leader.” he said proudly, hoping she’d inquire more into what his ultimate title actually meant so he could talk about it more. in response to her last few words about his kind not getting it, he let out a fake gasp of surprise, raising a hand over his mouth in an overdramatic fashion. “wait, wait- my kind..? how dare you say such a thing, i find that extremely offensive.” he huffed with a frown. though it was quickly replaced by a smile once more, indicating it didn’t actually bother him in the slightest. “but you’re right, i don’t.” he added with a small chuckle. “although taking down a bear is pretty impressive.”

(♜) x ＨＡＴＳＵＨＡＲＵ ＳＯＨＭＡ ❞

[ gender. male ] ♦ [ age. 16 years old ] ♦ [ location. hallway ] ♦ [ tagged. mabel, tezu ]

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(will post later)

[serendipity-]

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female • 21 • lesbian • she-ra • form • tags: N/A

As Scorpia drifted into consciousness, she instantly knew something was wrong. Why? The reason was quite humorous actually. It was because she actually fit on the bed she was sleeping on comfortably. That was new, that never happened in the narrow, bunk style, minimally padded Horde beds. So she jolted up, looking around frantically, but in an curious manner. The princess's simple mind was not at all thinking about how this could be a dangerous situation. Because it was a really nice place, so why think negatively? "Ooh, Catra, did you kidnap me and take me on vacation, because you knew I needed one?" She called out with a stupid grin on her face, but received no answer. Scorpia soon reasoned out loud, "Nah, Catra'd never do something like that." She said, tapping her chin in thought with her claw. Maybe Catra wasn't even here. Was anyone from the Horde or any princesses even in here?

She got up from the extremely comfortable and size appropriate bed, and began to think (which wasn't a fast process). Luckily the note on her bedside was an easy thing to find so it greatly sped up the detective Scorpia process. She read it and was completely surprised. She was on a game show! How fun! But she and another person would have to fall in love completely with each other to leave. The show (Scorpia assumed). "That'll be hard..." She muttered with a forlorn sigh. Every time she tried to interact with a normal human, they were terrified. How would she fall in love if no one but her friends in the Horde would ever talk to her without screaming and running. The ball part excited her, she gasped and the woman's eyes sparkled like an anime character's. She looked at the closet, and concluded that would be where her fancy clothes would be. The dresses were simple but sleek, mostly dark colors like black and navy. Also everything in that closet looked like it would fit her, which was rare for the scorpini. Nothing really fit her but her custom made Horde uniform. That dress she wore to Princess Prom had been so hard to find so she held onto it forever. "Sweet!" She whispered excitedly. Despite appearing butch like, Scorpia loved to dress up all pretty. Maybe that was just her locked away princess side trying to shine.

Scorpia figured it was time to go meet the other contestants, so she stepped out of the bedroom into the hallway. There were a couple of people milling around, and the farther she traveled down the hallway the more densely occupied it was. All these people weren't familiar at all to her. So it was a good time to make friends with a clean slate. She waved at some person, saying, "Hi!" And they were frozen. Of course it would still be like this. She chimed out as she walked, "Hello there!" and "Good day to you!" or "Nice hair!" They all gawked at her and were too frightened to reply.

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female • 26 • biromantic • gorillaz • form • tags: N/A

Noodle woke up with a surprising revelation. Katsu was not sleeping on her head for once. Maybe Murdoc was eating food and Katsu went to beg so he kicked the cat out. Oh, she'd be furious if the green bastard had done that. Because they were on tour, in their trailer, so who knows where the poor kitty was! She opened her eyes, determined to find her beloved pet... but soon that was not here problem anymore. "一体どこにいるの ！？" * This was not a fancy trailer! This was actually terrifying Noodle. It briefly gave her ptsd from her time when she had fallen into a hole to hell and had to find her way out. The phantom creatures in there would sometimes just make her appear in a different place than she fell asleep to just mess with her mind. This was the same kind of feeling except this place looked nicer than literal hell. She went out for some drinks with the boys, but that couldn't be the cause of her walking up in an unfamiliar place. Noodle never got drunk because it's not good for the soul and spirit and that would set off her inner zen balance. Even if she did end up getting drunk Russel would gaurd her and make sure nothing bad would happen like the good Dad he was.

Gather her courage after reminding herself that she was a strong woman, she looked to the bedside table. Her favorite acoustic guitar was leaning against it, along with her katana in it's case. She went ahead and slung it on her back before she did anything else. Next she quickly read the note she found next to her items. Ah, yes, kidnapping. Exactly like she'd thought. So she had to fall in love with someone and there'd be balls too? What kind of sick and twisted kidnapper was this? Well she could certainly take him down, no problem. She didn't bother to check in the closet, she'd do that later. For now she was dressed in a red t-shirt, high waisted black short shorts with big buttons, a black choker, and the green camo Gorillaz brand converse.

She stepped out in the hallway, filled with determination to find whoever locked her up here just to watch her play a silly little game for their own entertainment. But first she wanted to see if there were others in this situation, see if all the others were also kidnapped not voluntarily here. Noodle pick a random door and knocked, calling out, "Hello?"

*Where the heck am I

[seraphici]

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

Stiles had to take a moment and stand there, his hand over his mouth in thought. Well, more like disappointment. Or was it both? He really had no clue at this rate. After explaining to this new girl what was going on, he had been hoping the big video game dude would probably back him up or add onto his story. When the dude didn't and decided to instead go on about Master A and making him "taste" his hate, the teen wasn't particularly happy. With a deep breath, Stiles moved his hand to now point at the tall guy. "Okay, I'm pretty sure I just said we shouldn't go after this guy? I mean, It's not like we can get answers from him if he's dead." It then took him to moment to process what was going on, because the girl they had encountered was now agreeing with Mr. Anger Issues. He proceeded to look over at the girl with a somewhat shocked expression, blinking a couple of times before dropping his hand. "You guys can't be--" he was cut off by the tall guy turning and walking off and the girl going after him. As she followed the other one down the hall, Stiles was left standing there in a mix of shock, disappointment, and now curiosity. "Alright, just walk off without me. Don't worry I'll be right behind you guys. No big deal." He began to walk after the two, albeit at a much slower pace as his gaze traveled around the hallway. The place was elegant, definitely, like some sort of castle you would see in a movie or TV show trying to be extra and over the top with the set. Everything about it screamed money and royalty and he wasn't sure if he should be thrown off or awed by it. Of course, he was both. There was no place like this anywhere near Beacon Hills, that's for sure. There are places like where the Argents used to live and surprisingly even Eichen House that, on the outside, look like they could possibly have the slightest resemblance of decoration, but the insides were extremely different. How he even knew what the inside of the mental asylum looked like was beyond him. He's never been inside the place and ignored it whenever he drove or walked past it. The simple fact he knew puzzled Stiles, even making him frown as he thought. He can't picture it, yet at the same time, he knows every detail. It was as if it was there, lingering right on the edge of conscious thought, except it was doing what it could to stay hidden.

By the time the girl had stopped, Stiles soon followed and stood next to her just outside a kitchen. He could only assume there were multiple since they seemed to be the only ones there. While he stood there, he took in what he could see. It seemed like a regular kitchen, although it is a bit bigger than a normal household one; it was around the size of a kitchen in a school cafeteria. That's pretty big if you ask him. It seemed to be stocked as well with some already prepared food sitting out and multiple cupboards, pantries, and a large fridge and freezer. The only thing off about the entire area was the armored guy who was now standing by the fridge. He watched as the guy completely ripped open the cap of a thing of orange juice and paled slightly. The guy reminded him way too much of Derek and Stiles refused to admit the guy scared him. Definitely not afraid of the big strong man with massive blades and an ominous voice. Definitely. Surely, he's just a big ball of love and cheer, right? No, probably not. He pursed his lips for a moment before opening his mouth to talk to the girl when she once again walked away from him.

"Well, that's not very nice."

Stiles grimaced. It took quite a bit for him to not look over in the direction he heard the voice. It came from inside the kitchen, but away from where the girl was headed and the big guy was standing trying to drink orange juice with a mask on. So, instead of glancing towards the voice, the teen stepped inside and kept his attention trained on armored dude. Carefully, he approached the guy. "I'm pretty sure that's not how you're supposed to drink orange juice?" He stopped a few feet away, trying his best to keep up a poker face. It worked for the most part, aside from the obvious wariness in his eyes. "It might help to actually take the mask off, get a glass, then pour it into the glass before you try and dump it into your mouth. I know I'd also like a glass 'cause I like orange juice and it's been a while." After a few moments of just watching the guy try and drink the juice, Stiles quickly raised his hands in surrender. "Actually, never mind, I'll be over here looking at food. Just gonna go and see if there's curly fries or something, maybe an air frier." The brunette quickly turned around and found himself looking at another guy, this time someone who didn't have a mask on and somewhat looked like an overgrown teen. He was like a guy who was big and strong and seemed like an adult but was obviously a teenager and it really threw Stiles off his game. When the new teenager spoke and caught the girl off guard, Stiles took a couple of steps towards her to try and help steady her, although it seemed like she did it alright by herself. He went to respond to the newcomer himself when suddenly the girl had a gun out. In a short period of panic, he backed away from her -- even though it was pointed towards the door -- and pointed at the gun. "Woah, okay. I don't think guns are necessary, like, at all." Guns have been necessary for the last year or so but that's beside the point. Thankfully, the girl had put it down while he was talking and was now responding to the new guy.

The girl had asked the new man-child person his name after introducing herself. Clementine. It wasn't an unusual name and it in fact made him start thinking of Sweet Caroline. He could've sworn that song was just playing on the radio the other day when he was driving to Scott's house. Even though the question about introduction hadn't been aimed at him, Stiles raised his hand. "I'm Stiles. Your friendly neighborhood human being. I don't think we've ever met? Then again, I've never met anyone here." Movement in the corner of his eye made him glance over and he immediately regretted it. The source of the voice from earlier had decided to was going to stay. It was standing in the corner, just like it had been in the room. It was silent now, but the moment it realized he saw it, it grinned. The disgusting silver fangs glinted in the light and, in all honesty, made Stiles' stomach churn. He knew damn well if these three could see it, at least two of them would try and shoot it instantly simply from how hideous it was. He was also quite tempted to flip it off but he didn't want to come off as insane or something, but the fact he couldn't tear his eyes away from the corner probably wasn't helping. After a few moments, his breath hitched and his eyes darted back to the new guy, well aware of the hunk of a warrior dude was standing behind him and he was praying he wasn't about to be decked from his comment he had just made to the scary guy.

[Ice_The_Random]

Lumia Albescu/Ice Lupei

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Age:19|Female|Gen.Oc|Wolf Shifter|Tags:Kokichi Ouma|Location:Courtyard

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Letting out a soft laugh at his awe,Lumia shook her head slightly.
"It hurts the first few times my kind transforms," she said, her gaze fixating on the ground, "But after a while, we get used to it, so no. It doesn't hurt anymore for me personally. My family always has early transformations. I started transforming around seven, so I've been like this for a good twelve years now. I think."
Shaking her head again to clear her mind, the shifter glanced back at the human once again at the mention of his preferred title.
"You're what, in high school yet? How the heck can a high schooler be supreme leader of anything but a club?" she remarked, rolling her eyes a bit, "But I take it you're Japanese based on your name, Ouma."
Smirking at his mock-hurt at the 'offensive' remark, her light blue eyes glinted mischievously.
"Ever thought of a career in theater? I've heard being dramatic is a plus for it," she retorted jokingly, before shrugging, "And bears aren't that impressive. My wolf form is about the size of a Great Dane, so a Grizzly bear is an easy match for me when I'm angry enough. The thrill of the hunt is a common phrase I've heard many times, but the experience of it is so much better. Especially in a life or death situation, ya know? Got a few scars from battles, though I'm not proud of all of them. "
Sighing again to reset her mind, Lumia brushed a hand through her hair once again.
"So, what world do you come from where a high school student can claim to be a supreme leader, anyway? Though I guess being an Alpha isn't much different, so I don't exactly have room to talk," scoffing a bit at her own comment, the pale haired young adult merely rolled her eyes again, "I'm humoring your pride in it, after all. It's not like I've got anything better to do yet."
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Kaya Nakashima

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Age:25|Female|Gen.Oc|Human|Tags:Open|Location:back of library;Some corner hideaway like area in the halls

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Gathering her books with a huff, the woman's fushia eyes narrowed at the noisy crowd in the library before she wandered into the hallway. Her purple-black hair swayed as she moved, though her footsteps were silent. Finding a decent sort of spot, she sat against the wall to continue reading. Her body was out of the way, though her torn clothing still stood out a bit against the stone wall interior of the castle, but she didn't mind. Kaya's mind was on the story in her hands, in the fantasy realm of Hogwarts. It seemed fitting to her to be reading a story set mostly within a castle at a castle.

[Reiji]

△ ᴢᴇᴅ ● ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ꜰɪᴠᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ ● ᴍᴀʟᴇ ● LᴏL ● ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ - kitchen ● ᴛᴀɢs - stiles, clementine, jotaro
Zed froze, staring at the plain, orange-decorated carton of juice in his clawed hands. He was dumbfounded by his own disability to think straight and stood still with mind blank. It's all of the emotions he had clashing in his head finally settling down, he usually isn't this feeling, for a lack of better words. The armor-covered man, or what remained of a man, stood still like a statue for a few mere moments as he tried to regain his composure. Shaking his head to try and get his head back to reality, he felt a bit better when his entire being was being calmed by himself. Soft lullaby and hushed whispers, a headache fading. He looked up to see the girl and Stiles had already followed his suit into the kitchen. He didn't mind their company, he mostly didn't care. Mostly. As Stiles spoke up and directed his words to Zed, the ninja could feel the headache pulsing in his head again. Stile commented on how he probably should remove his mask and Zed closed his eyes, barely containing the urge to cause another destruction. His tone made Zed felt like Stiles was mocking the perfect entity, making the ora-possessed human gets into a rapid shift of emotions. The perfect entity demands orange juice. For himself. He's not sharing. Zed was about ready to grab the boy by his collars until he mentioned curly fries. Zed won't ever admit it but even if he didn't need to eat or do basic human things, he still does it for the feeling of being alive, he just doesn't show he enjoys those activities. He particularly had a taste for potato-based consumables, which was strange and for that same reason, he doesn't tell anyone about it.

While Zed was still planning Stiles' demise, Stiles walked away just as a new face walked into the kitchen. Zed noticed the newcomer, which made him put up his guards, ready to fight if needed to. The other two had already moved their attention to the new face as well. The girl pulled out her gun again, which almost made Zed chuckle. She knows how to take care of herself, it shows. Very admirable. Zed silently watched over the new face and tilted his head. Out of all the people he had seen, the new person came closest to look like someone who could put up a good fight, which was something Zed would love to have. Though, he assumes that fighting random strangers right now wouldn't be the best idea, not until they either find out what's going on or beat the living daylight out of Albus. He looked young but not really, which was pretty interesting. The two kids in Zed's company introduced themselves and Zed now knew the girl's name, Clementine. It's definitely a lovely name, something he will remember. When it was Stiles' turn to introduce himself, Zed was reminded of his anger.

The citrus based juice was rested on a nearby counter and Zed stepped over towards Stiles. The older, taller, stronger man forcefully turned him around. Zed's claws teared Stiles' shirt as he grabbed the young boy's clothes with one hand and lifted him up into the air easily, any kind of resistance made futile. Zed shook Stiles in the air once for good measure of the tight grip he had on Stiles' shirt. Not uttering a single word, Zed's lavish, shining armor deconstructed itself into his body as the ora returned to it's host. To those observing, it was an almost hypnotizing synchronized movement across his body as the mock metal folded in on itself, the essence of itself disappearing into Zed's body rapidly yet smoothly. His upper body was naked, revealing accent of decorative tattoos and golden accents, each of them defining his features; his carved face which completely betrayed what one would never think belonged to someone like him and his muscles that matched his build even without the armor. He was completely unmasked, revealing his white hair, smooth lavender skin and the once cool blue eyes that trailed behind his wake were now soft pink eyes that had a vibrant gloom. Zed held eye contact with Stiles, forcing the boy to face him. He was smiling, finding some sort of cruel amusement from finally getting physical with someone. "Was this what you wanted to see, pretty boy?" Zed taunted, his constantly multiplying voices was the only other feature other than his brawn that distinguished his past image to this. His voice tone was pretty much the same, an apathetic voice laced with a mix of anger and annoyance. Zed snickered and dropped Stiles like a stone without a care if the poor boy landed on his feet or not from the height. Zed then closed his eyes and sighed, his exhaled breath echoing inside the room, his expression turning calm and stoic. Part of him was surprised by his ability to hold back and not just end the kid's misery right there and then or to do more extreme things. Another part of him was berating himself for various conflicting reasons. Headaches after headaches. He grabbed the cold carton of juice from the counter and made sure to drink it in front of Stiles, face expressionless while he maintained eye contact. Then, he moved his attention to the new person. "We are Zed." Zed repeated the introduction he gave to Stiles earlier. He put down the empty carton of juice which surprisingly went down in mere seconds. "We're not planning to be stuck here, damned the rules." Zed said with scorn, throwing the empty juice container into Stiles' face. He avoided saying anything more so he won't go into another rampant rage, hate to see all the food go to waste. Zed brought his hand to his face and massaged his forehead in an attempt to stop the constant migraine. "Not now." Zed whispered to himself, getting perturbed by the constant arguments in his head. 'Do something. Why are you being soft? What is the point of all this? Get moving.' It went on and on so much that he wasn't paying attention anymore to the real world.