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x ⤷ overwatch » nineteen » tag; ren
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When Hana was presented with a possible plan, she raised her hand to her chin, resting her index finger on it as she thought it over. The plan that the teenage boy proposed was an interesting one and it could potentially work, considering this Master A guy had arranged a love game he probably didn’t have much experience with it himself, or at least it seemed like it. It was childish to think just going to a few glamorous balls would prompt people to fall in love with complete strangers, it almost sounded like the kind of love you would find in fairytales and the like. Even if fancy dances making people fall in love was a silly idea to have, it did raise the possibility of Master A being easy enough to trick into thinking people were in love when they weren’t. It couldn’t be that hard acting like she loved someone, she had much harder roles before in movies after all. But then there was the question of what Master A thought what was convincing enough to show that a couple were in love. Was it as basic as hand holding and light pecks on the cheek a couple of times or were they going to have to behave more committed than that? Spending time together at the nightly balls was a given but was it too risky trying to act like they were in love immediately? There were a lot of questions regarding the plan that Ren had come up with but it was something at least and it seemed like it should be easy enough. Realising that she had probably been silent for long enough, Hana dropped her arm back down to her side again and nodded with a smile, “Sounds like it could work.” She commented optimistically, “Have you got any experience with acting, though? You think you can make it convincing enough?” The MEKA pilot continued, hoping that Ren did have experience before, not that it really mattered, though, they could work around it but since he was the one to suggest acting she assumed he would at least have a basic understanding of it. She considered the idea of mentioning her experience as an actress since she had played one of the leading roles in the movie Hero of My Storm, but eventually she decided against it. There wasn’t a real reason to bring it up, after all. Besides, it hadn’t been released for that long so Ren probably wouldn’t even know about it; not like he recognised her either. “It’s fine if you haven’t done acting before, though.” Hana added on finally, “It’s the only plan that we’ve got right now. Unless you wanted to risk trying to kill the guy but there’s nothing telling us where to find him.” While she spoke, she briefly turned to look around, her gaze carefully studying their surroundings as if she was expecting to find some hidden cameras or secret rooms, “Besides, how is Master A even keeping tabs on us? Do you think there are cameras around here?” Perhaps it was silly to assume there were secret cameras like it was some kind of spy movie but there was no telling what Master A had prepared for the people staying in the castle. There was also the question of if there was any staff hanging around the castle that would serve those pulled from their homes and put into the situation, surely there would be if there were meant to be balls and especially if there were going to be a lot of people staying there until they finally managed to either find love, kill Master A or somehow escape by some other means. She seriously doubted that anybody would genuinely fall in love in such a short time and if they did then it would be a fair assumption they had the same idea as Ren did which didn’t sound so strange, it was a pretty solid plan considering the situation.

Resting her hands on her hips, the MEKA pilot span on her heels to face away from Ren and in one direction down the hallway that the two of them were standing in. “Alright. Well the letter told us that we had the whole castle to explore, right? Why don’t we look around and try to find something interesting?” She suggested, turning her head to glance over her shoulder at Ren, “He mentioned there being a local village around here somewhere.” She continued, “Maybe the people there will know something about how to get out of here?” For a moment, she paused thoughtfully, her expression darkening as another possibility came to mind: what if the residents of the village were people who had been brought here before them? What if they were the ones that didn’t manage to ever go home and when Master A wanted to bring more people he just cleared out those left over and put them in the village? It was a concerning thought, to say the least, so she decided against mentioning it. There was no need for her to think of such things, after all. She was sure she could get out of this place, no problem. She had someone willing to work with her and they came with a plan which was always helpful, the alliance seemed promising too. Closing her eyes to recollect her thoughts, once she opened them again she was on her way, a new sense of determination. If there was a sure-fire way of escaping the castle and getting back home she was going to find it, definitely. She had already achieved so much despite her young age, this was going to be a piece of cake, it was only a castle with some creepy guy who wanted people to fall in love, not like it was going to be more challenging than the battles that she had faced and won. That rose another question, would she have a chance of finding her large mech suit here? She doubted it but there was always a possibility. If Master A was willing to make people suffer consequences for breaking rules then he wouldn’t just leave them no way to survive it otherwise that would have made the entire game he prepared completely and utterly pointless. You can’t make people fall in love if there are no people left to fall in love, after all.

Hana was just expecting Ren to follow along with her after she began to walk off in her search for a way out of the castle, assuming that there would be signs pointing in the general direction of the exit, or at least signs showing that she was getting closer to it. At that moment though, there seemed to be no such luck. Although disappointed, she supposed it would look strange to have exit signs in a castle. Maybe it was a case of Master A wanting to make people explore more than necessary as they searched for something specific, although she believed that it was only going to annoy people after away. Master A could have at least provided a map of the castle.

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x ⤷ fruits basket » seventeen » tag; ruby, ringo
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A soft chuckle escaped the teenager at Ringo’s reaction to his compliment, assuming that she appreciated it, although having doubts at first and thinking that perhaps he would make her too flustered to the point that she became uncomfortable. Hopefully Ringo would not be like that, though; it was pleasing to be able to have such a relaxed conversation even if it was merely small talk, it was making him feel more comfortable around the two girls that he had for company. Perhaps the fact that they were all stuck in the same situation was making it easier to speak to them too; it meant that they all had something in common although it wasn’t ideal and since none of them seemed to know each other prior to waking up in the castle it prevented them from having any assumptions or opinions about each other due to prior experiences. That was certainly something that Yuki appreciated, at least; no pressure from his responsibilities at the school and certainly no pressure from being the so-called “prince” of the school either. He was aware that most people knew of him, and newer students were quick to learn of him too, so meeting people who had no prior knowledge of him was a nice change of pace. “Hm?” Being pulled away from his thoughts, the teenager glanced down at his hand as he felt something brush up against it, only taking a few seconds to realise that it had been Ringo’s hand. Puzzled, his gaze shifted away from his hand and to the girl, contemplating asking if there was something the matter, perhaps she meant to grab his hand to point something out or to get his attention for some reason but it seemed too late for that as they had reached the kitchen and Ringo didn’t seem to have any other obvious intention to get his help for something. It must not have been that important, then, so there was no need to worry about it too much. Instead he turned his attention towards Ruby who began to speak.

Yuki nodded in acknowledgement when Ruby admitted that the well stocked kitchen was not a surprise, he was curious to hear what she assumed Master A would realise but she was quick to change the subject back to food before finishing what she was going to say. That was a shame. He had to assume she was probably going to point out that Master A realised that if there were going to be a lot of guests he would need to provide enough food for all of them. Yuki wasn’t going to complain about the kitchen though, of course, while it was significantly different from what he was used to back at Shigure’s house, although the cleanliness was familiar since Tohru’s stay at the house it seemed like the entirety of the castle was more inspired by and suited to Western cultures. He hadn’t travelled much before in his life, remaining in the Soma Estate for a majority of it, after all, especially with the head of the family, Akito. Again his thoughts drifted to Akito so again he quickly cleared those away. There was no need to think of him. He studied the large kitchen’s contents for a moment or two before returning his gaze towards his two companions, putting a small smile on his face once more before he spoke, “At least we should be treated fairly well here, as long as we follow the rules that Master A laid out for us in the letter.” He remarked thoughtfully. He hadn’t yet responded to the question that Ruby presented the trio with but it seemed like Ringo was more than happy to answer it, pointing out that the kitchen appeared to be set up for people to eat in there since there were already utensils and plates and, of course, food that was ready for them to eat. He assumed that they were supposed to just take what they fancied and the food would be restocked by any staff at the castle. Ringo did have a fair point of them looking strange if they began to wander around the castle with their plates of food rather than just eating in the kitchen. “The kitchen is the best place to eat, there might be more people here as well that have the same idea as us.” Yuki contributed once Ringo finished speaking and began to eat her salad. He moved towards one of the kitchen counters and took a plate, glancing over the food that was being presented to them, not much of it really appealed to him so he turned towards where multiple types of fruits were displayed. Returning the plate that he had taken, he instead picked up a bowl and began by taking some strawberries.

“Do you think that Master A will make an appearance at one of the nightly balls that will be hosted?” Yuki inquired, directing the question at both of the girls, “He didn’t mention if we would ever meet him, only the rules and the fact that we need to attend the balls and dress for the occasion.”

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x ⤷ the walking dead » sixteen » tag; zed, stiles, jotaro
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Clementine watched the two that she had first met when the boy tried to explain how you were supposed to properly drink orange juice. She wasn’t sure why it was such a problem how the armoured man was drinking the juice, surely it wasn’t going to personally affect anybody, besides, there would probably be other cartons found in the fridge so there was no need to get so bent out of shape about one carton. She doubted that trying to oppose or correct the armoured man was such a good idea, either. He certainly seemed like he had a lot of pent up anger and wasn’t so good at controlling it considering he instantly turned towards the option of murdering Master A rather than play by the rules, although she also had no issues with that option either. Then again, the other teen had raised some valid points before they left to go to the kitchen; they weren’t going to get any answers if Master A was dead. But then again, they potentially wouldn’t need any questions answered if his death led to their freedom. Although there was no real way of knowing if killing Master A would help them escape, maybe that would result in them being trapped there with no means of escape; if Master A was the only person who could determine if people are in love then that meant without him there would be no way of anybody escaping. There was also the question of if he was even able to be killed, perhaps he wanted people to try and attack him so that he had the excuse to punish them? All they really knew about him was his name and the fact that he was able to transport multiple people to a castle and potentially be unkillable. A frown grew on Clementine’s face; she didn’t like thinking that things were unkillable, after all. Even after the dead began walking they were still killable, it was just specifically the brain that you had to destroy to kill them. Maybe that was a similar situation as Master A? Was there something specific that had to be done in order to definitely kill him? She wasn’t sure but she made a mental note to bring that idea up if it came to discussing how they would kill Master A. Clementine doubted they would be discussing it, though, as the brunette boy was definitely against killing him whereas the armoured man was determined to kill him and probably wouldn’t be interested in discussing it, only doing it.

Then it came to the introductions after the appearance of the newcomer in the kitchen. Clementine made a point to make a mental note of the names, the first to introduce themselves being Stiles, the boy who was against the whole plan of murdering Master A. Unsurprisingly he was against her aiming her gun at the stranger as well, believing that they weren’t necessary at that moment. She narrowed her eyes as her gaze shifted towards Stiles. His aversion towards the usage of guns and general violence reminded her of Sarah, although Sarah was mainly naive at the time which was the reason for her opinion on weaponry and violence. She was an innocent girl, never liking violence or rudeness and had a general lack of awareness about the state of the world. Sarah’s father always spoke about how she couldn’t handle the outside world with walkers and the apocalypse, that she had no experience with survival which all in all made her a burden on the group. Her hesitation to turn to violence was what got her killed. Although the situation in the castle wasn’t as dangerous as the apocalypse, if it did become a dangerous place she was almost certain that Stiles, much like Sarah, could potentially become a liability. Although she supposed she had no right to make those choices considering she was the one missing a leg in the group - if it came to a fight then she would have considerable difficulty, especially considering the fact that she still wasn’t entirely used to the crutches and found it relatively easy to becoming tired from using them.

Since Stiles had introduced himself, Clementine returned her attention to the armoured man, expecting him to follow suit and give his name but instead he put down the carton of orange juice and approached stiles, promptly turning Stiles and lifting him from the ground with ease. Although perhaps she should have stepped in to stop the situation becoming too dangerous, she figured it was best to stand by rather than risk getting involved since there wasn’t much she could really do to help; she was used to killing normal people but never anybody as heavily armoured as this man she was with. At that moment, Clementine found herself staring at the taller man, eyes wide while she watched curiously as his armour began to fold in on itself and reveal his upper body. The skin colour puzzled her although that really shouldn’t have been a surprise considering he looked strange enough with his armour on so, in all honesty, the reveal only further proved that he was nothing like anything she had seen back at home. She continued to watch as he drank the orange juice again before finally introducing himself as Zed. It was curious how he referred to himself as “we” but it explained why there was the sound of multiple voices while he spoke so Clementine decided against making a comment on it. [b]“Hey, Zed, don't you think killing Stiles isn’t going to get you any closer to Master A.”[/b] The girl pointed out eventually, figuring she should at least try to avoid further conflict amidst the unusual group, “No use fighting someone on your side.” She continued, although it was more likely that her words helped with nothing, it was worth at least trying to stop anything serious happening in the future, besides, she had grown used to trying to find ways to calm both herself and other people down. Zed wasn’t anything like AJ, though, so she supposed her techniques would need some changing.

[sniper tf2]

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♬ 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 awe 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?

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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.

[Ploegy]

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xxxxmale • seventeen years old • persona 5 • tagged: hana
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It was no surprise that Hana had questions about his plan. Despite it being a basic idea it did have many things that needed to go right with it and Ren was well aware of that. In a way that was exactly like the heists he did in the Metaverse. Many things had to line up and go right for it to be successful. Then again this was quite different on many levels. He didn't consider himself an overly romantic kind of person nor was it something at the forefront of his mind at all times thus faking a romance wasn't going to be something that came naturally to him. Then again he could have said the same thing about being a thief. It hadn't been something he had thought he would have been doing but it had come to him nevertheless. Maybe he would surprise himself while acting. Still he couldn't necessarily say he was a great actor yet at the same time he couldn't say the opposite either. If anything he tended to make it hard to read exactly what he was up to given his composed nature. Would Albus be prepared for something like that and see right through his play? It was entirely possible that he would. Even if his plan did fail, Ren wasn't worried. What was the worst that could happen? He supposed he could but putting Hana's life in danger with such a stunt, but it would take her cooperation in order to even attempt such a stunt so if she agreed to it then she was agreeing to whatever consequences they might face if it failed. Admittedly he was concerned about what they might face, Without his own abilities there was no telling if he could even defend himself if something bad were to happen. Even if he refused to go down without a fight there was no telling if there was even a chance he could summon a persona in a place like this. There hadn't been a shred of evidence towards it. He'd only have to worry about such things if it came to that though. If he was convincing enough maybe it wouldn't come to such a thing. After a moment of silence, Ren allowed his gaze to flicker to Hana. He figured he should at least give her a proper answer to her question before the silence got too awkward.

"No, I don't have any acting experience," he replied truthfully. He knew acting wasn't something everyone could do. Maybe he wasn't meant to be an actor either but he still felt confident in his ability to be able to pull off such a stunt. That was the confidence he showed in everything he did. It was a bit over the top, but it was better than quickly submitting to defeat. "But I admit I am usual a hard one to read so perhaps that might come in handy in an attempt to trick Master A." It was entirely possible that the mastermind was hearing everything they were saying at this very moment. Hana had said something about cameras and it wouldn't surprise him if such a thing was hidden somewhere in this place. Taking a brief look around, he couldn't spot anything, but that didn't mean that they weren't being watched. It was possible that there was another means of watching over them. Master A could be some kind of god with an all seeing eye or something ridiculous like that. At that thought a soft chuckle escaped Ren's lips. Were they really up against some god? That was something he would have never imagined himself dealing with even after everything he had been through in the Metaverse. "As for cameras, I haven't seen any, but maybe he has some other way of doing such a thing," he mused, deciding it was best to share his thoughts with her. For someone who didn't find himself talking all too much back home, he sure was doing plenty of talking here already. "It might be possible he was godly powers. Perhaps he has an all seeing eye." It was a conclusion that couldn't be proven unless they found the guy himself, but it was worth keeping in mind for the time being. It wasn't as if it mattered much anyways though he certainly wouldn't want some stranger watching his every move. If that were the case he would have to keep up his act even when they weren't at the nightly balls. What a pain that would be. He wasn't even sure how long he'd be able to keep up a fake romance act to begin with especially with a girl he had only just met.

Pushing the thought aside, he gave a small nod of his head at Hana's next suggestion. Exploring was their best bet at this point in time. The more they knew about the layout of this place the better off they would be and she did have a point about the village as well. It was possible the villagers might be able to offer them information. Anything would be useful at this point in time. He wasn't sure how much they would be able to offer, but it was better than nothing. Glancing at the pilot for a moment, Ren could have sworn he saw her expression change briefly, but almost as quickly as it dropped, it was back to normal again. She didn't seem to mention anything about it so it was safe to assume she had had a thought that wasn't all too pleasant. Whatever it was, he wouldn't pester her about it. Besides, he had never been one to dig into someone's past. He always let them come to him about it if they wanted to unless it was one of the corrupt adults they were seeking to have a change of heart. In those situations he had to do a certain amount of digging, but that was very different than something like this. Shaking it off, he realized the girl had begun moving without a word and he quickly followed after her to avoid getting too far behind. Walking in silence for the time being, he quietly looked around to observe their surroundings some more. Most of it was nothing overly important or interesting, but it was only a matter of time before something caught his attention. As they moved past a mirror hanging on the wall he caught a glimpse of his own reflect albeit only momentarily, but it was enough to cause him to stop and take a step back. Cocking his head, he stared at the mirror in utter confusion. Instead of seeing his appearance exactly how it was, his reflection showed his thieves attire instead. It was strange. Maybe his appearance had changed and he hadn't even noticed? There was only one way to find out.

Reaching up to his face, Ren half expected to grab hold of the mask his reflection was wearing, but to no surprise he grabbed his glasses instead. "How bizarre," he uttered while placing his glasses back on. Maybe this was the sign he had been waiting for to confirm that he was able to use his persona in such a place or maybe Master A was simply trying to mess with his head. Nevertheless he was left bewildered. Without thinking, the boy reached out to touch the mirror and in an instant a strange feeling was quick to overcome him. He wasn't sure if it was some some kind of magic or something else entirely, but it was in that moment that his appearance was quick to change much like it did within the Metaverse. Withdrawing his hand, he was quick to take note of the change given the red glove that he now wore. How was he supposed to explain something like this to Hana? Normal people didn't just change like he had. He'd have to come up with something as a cover story for now. She didn't need to know he knew what the outfit was. "Hey, be careful what you touch around here. I don't understand what just happened, but that mirror just did this to me." He wasn't even sure if she was paying him any attention at the moment, but hopefully he would catch her attention simply by speaking. Even if he didn't, she would eventually notice his appearance change even though it was only his clothes. The only good thing to come out of this was the fact that now he knew he wasn't going to be defenseless, but it also left him wondering if he was at the mercy Albus. Could he freely decide when and when not he was able to appear like this? It was quite possible that was the case which was worrisome.

[seraphici]

[ ♂ ]yiitt⋆ Theo Raeken ⋆ 19 ⋆ Male ⋆ Teen Wolf (TV) ⋆ Hallway ⋆ Tags; Byleth
bidoosh──── “ᴡʜʏ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴢᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ?”

The hallway was just as fancy as the room he had come out of, leaving the chimera in a state of awe as he walked. His leisurely pace helped him come off as relaxed and confident in case someone ran into him, but there was no doubt that his mind was in turmoil over the current situation. Having no idea where he was took a toll on Theo. The nightmare had already shaken him to the core, leaving him in a constant state of alert and paranoia that was not being soothed by his surroundings. Maybe if he was in a place he recognized, somewhere he knew for sure was in Beacon Hills, his mind wouldn't be racing as much as it was now. Not only was the decorations setting him on edge, it was the feeling he got. The place seemed off, it felt wrong. He's already experienced enough of that wrong from the months of being trapped with his sister to know that this wasn't anything natural. He couldn't even pick up a scent from anyone in the McCall pack. That was worrying. He would've expected someone like Liam or Malia to be here as well, but maybe-- wait. Theo froze in his tracks and started to spin around slowly. He picked up a scent, one extremely faint as if they were far away but just close enough he could make it out. It was partially stale, telling him that they had long since left. What was Stiles doing here? You know what, that didn't matter. That kid knows how to fend for himself.

He was in the middle of thought when he heard someone approach. He was surprised that he didn't even sense them coming. He was so focused on trying to figure out if anyone from the McCall pack was there to even realize someone was attempting to sneak up on him. When Theo came to realize that he was being approached, he immediately turned around to face her. He watched as she came to a stop before him, a hand on her sword sheathed by her side. When he saw her outfit and hair and basically everything about the girl, he raised an eyebrow. She had blue hair, which wasn't too odd but definitely threw him off. It was more her outfit that stunned him. It was nothing like what a normal person would wear unless they were out cosplaying as some fantastical character. He didn't really watch TV or play video games, so he didn't recognize the character she could be. Though, to top it all off, he actually found it hilarious that she was wielding a sword. Dear God, is she wearing lace?

When the girl spoke, Theo sighed and crossed his arms. How could she think he was the one behind this? He wasn't one to make games like this. Hell, if he was the one behind a game like this, he probably would've just made everyone fight to the death. It's a lot more fun than finding love or killing the host. He highly doubted someone would be able to even kill him if he was the host. "I have nothing to do with this place. Now, do you know where we are or am I gonna have to figure that out myself?" He felt no reason to keep his own hostile tone out of his voice, returning the favor to the girl. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate the company. In fact, it was nice to have someone else around to talk to, even though she looked like a wannabe cosplayer. After a few moments, he lowered his hands and placed one into the pocket of his jacket. "Who are you?"

[Egg With Legs]

The DBK: Male: A century or so: Kingdom Death: Monster: Mood-What.: Location-Its room (and the above hallway): Tagged: Scorpia

The Dung Beetle Knight, to put it quite simply, was perplexed.

Of course this was a completely normal reaction for one of its ilk, when they happen to wake up in a small room (made of wood, of all things), seemingly made for human residence, lying sprawled out in the ruins of what was once probably a bed made to scale, and covered in a thin sheet made out of something like leather, but lighter and thinner. Looking around the dark room had revealed similarly sized furnishings (again, made of wood) and, fortunately enough, its Dung Ball lying in the corner, its scimitar leaning up against it.

Of course, the question of why it was here in the first place, and how it was brought here as well, were still sitting in its mind. The last thing it remembered, it was resting deep within its garden among its crop of Acanthus. He doubted that the humans near its garden could've done such a thing; they may have been strong, but certainly not in physical strength. And if it were one of the more intelligent predators, why wasn't it eaten already?

The DBK continued to stare off into space, its mind traveling in circles. Eventually, it slapped a hand against its hand, halting its thoughts in its track. Enough thinking. Time to actually figure out where here is. pushing itself into a sitting position against the wall, and quickly rose to his feet. Unfortunately, the room was built for human sized residents, resulting in the DBK's head going up through the roof and into a well-lit hallway, shattered pieces of tile surrounding it as the hall's already wary occupants screamed and fled in the opposite direction. Unknown to it, this happened to be the same hallway a certain scorpion-themed princess was traveling in, whom was directly behind the DBK's head.

[MrNewYorkChef]

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Dick shifted slightly in his sleep as he slowly came around into consciousness. As he slowly came around it was his shifting around that gave him his first clue that something was wrong. First reason being that last he could recall he had been crouched over a case file while nursing his third coffee of the day. Which meant that he could possibly be laying down right now since he would have jolted awake if he had fallen onto his side for obvious reasons. Second reason he hadn't brought a blanket since it was still summer in Blüdhaven and was blisteringly hot in his flat. Which lead to his third and final reason to think that something was wrong, he had placed a fan near by to create a nice breeze in a weak attempt to cool down the air in his flat. It had been good for pretending that it was cooler but in reality it only cooled it down a little since he had been forced to place said fan at a distance to prevent his case files from blowing away. With all that information which had sluggishly passed through his half asleep mind he jerked awake and shot up into a sitting position. As the silk sheet that had been cover him from his chest down slipped down he gazed around at the room he was in. It was not his room. It was definitely not his flat. In fact it was clearly one of many rooms in this places he was at. His first thought was that he had been kidnapped but given what he was seing right now he dismissed that thought. Every other time he had been kidnapped he had first of all recalled the whole kidnapping part and he would have awoken to something akin to being tied to a chair with a gag. The room wouldn't have been so fancy it would have been an abandoned building.

With that thought dismissed he gazed around the room with renewed interest. It was much more fancy than even the Wayne Manor so this was clearly a place with more money than Bruce. Off to the side he could see what must be a walk in closet. He glanced around the room one more time and his gaze fell upon what he really should have noticed the first time around. A note. A note was sitting on the night table to his right. Gingerly reaching over he carefully picked up the note and unfolded it. His nervousness died down as he realized that the note itself wasn't innately dangerous. There wasn't a poison on it nor what it a trigger for some other event to happen. It was in fact just a regular note. Skimming over it he got the gist of what it was saying. This was a game set up by a mysterious Master A. The goal of the game was to fall in love with someone in the castle, one of the supposed many that had ended up here. That was the one and only way out of this place, the only way back to Blüdhaven. Slipping off the bed he made his way over to the closet. Upon opening the closet he found that it wasn't in fact a closet but the bathroom. Shaking his head he turned around and spotted what he had assumed was storage units and moved over to them. Starting with the first he found that it was a small closet with all casual clothing, clothing he would in fact wear. Reaching out he snagged a black shirt and peered at the label and was pleasantly surprised to find that it was the correct size. With that he grabbed a Batman hoodie a pair of black skinny jeans and ditched his now dirty clothes in favor of the clean one. One he was changed he moved onto the second unit and found much to his displeasure that it was in fact filled with formal wear something that he always hated. Shaking his head he closed the closet and moved towards the door. He figured if he really wanted to get out he would have follow the rules. Which meant he would have to meet these people that the note referred to. Opening the door he stepped out into the hallway and glanced around. "Hello?" he called out in a slightly louder than usual voice filling the empty space with just his voice. When nobody responded he started walking down the hallway pausing at each door to knock on it wait for a few seconds and then move on when nobody responded.

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Tyrus slowly came to his hand freeing itself from the silk sheets to rub his eyes blearily. Still coming to he slowly sat up and stretched yawing tiredly. He was being carefully though since had only just come out of a battle with a high dragon. It was then everything snapped into place, the sheet that was much to soft to be the blanket he had in his tent. It was also much to light to possibly be keeping him warm, there was also a noticeable lack of both tent and the sound of rain. His eyes widened and he lunged from his sitting position into a crouched pose on the bed and reached instinctively for where he kept his great sword next to his cot only to find empty space. Panicking now he popped to his feet and spun around in the circle. The room he was in was nothing like the tent he had grown so familiar with. All the jerking movement was ripping open his barley healed wounds, not that he took any notice of that due to his panic and adrenaline. He didn't even notice when wound he had gotten from being pinned down by the high dragon of the Storm Coast ripped open and started bleeding once more. Instead his focus was more on the fact that he had no idea where he was or how he got there. Lunging off the bed he adopted his usual battle stance which is when he spotted the note taped to the door. Moving slowly he approached the door and tore the note off unfurling it so that he could read it. Which he shockingly could, Dorian had been teaching him how to read, it wasn't something that the typical Dalish child learned. So very slowly he read it over.

He was being welcomed to this castle, not that waking up in a strange place was very welcoming. On top of that it was a game of supposed love. He was supposed to meet with these other people and fall in love with one in order to get out. A foolish idea, he had huge crush on Dorian and he had known the handsome mage for several months and couldn't bring himself to mention it to them. What made this master a thing that he could in fact fall in love and do anything with that? Which brought him to the rules, something about not killing him and formal dances. He had never heard of a formal dance or all outside of the one time that Josephine had informed him that they would have to get into the Winter Ball. Some big event with all the nobles of Orlais. Something about it being a game but a different game to this one. Shaking his head he dropped the letter and glanced around the room. Now that he wasn't panicking as badly he noticed two sets of doors next to each other. Making his way over to them he opened the first and found it was full of clothing that he was used to. There was that annoying outfit that they had first placed him it, possibly as a joke, but the rest where the leather and cloth outfits he was used to. In the back corner he found his dragon scale armor and huge great sword. Quickly he pulled those pieces out and got to work putting them on. It was then he realized that he wound had opened and he made a very poor attempt at closing it up with the bandages that covered his torso. It was not good enough to stop the bleeding completely but it was something. Once that was done he continued with putting the armor on. He was getting very fast at putting on all the heavy armor, something that he never had living with his clan. Once he was fully protected he moved onto the second set of doors and opened it up to find that there was formal outfits in it. The ugly suits that he had been recently presented with. He hated them, they were much to constricting and had no protection what so ever. Quickly shutting the doors he picked up his great sword and attached it to the harness on his back. Then he moved to the door and peer out cautiously. When he deemed that it was safe he stepped out and started making his way down the hallway.

[Lemon Tea Rain]

Arian Blaidd

OC, Ex-goddess, Hallway | Tags: Tyrus

It had been quite a while since Arian had awoken, but she hadn't left the room. Sure, she had gotten to her feet, put on a grey flowey dress, brushed her hair and read the note, but she hadn't left the room. For the past five minutes she had been reading and re-reading the note, trying to make some sense of it. "This is rediculous" She said aloud, sighing heavily. "How am I meant to 'fall in love' with anyone here in a suitable time frame? It's simply not possible." Resigning herself to the fact she wouldn't be recieving any answers if she stayed in her room, Arian tossed on her torn, black cloak on over the dress and pulled up the hood so that it hid most of her face from view. Fixing it in the mirror until she was satisfied, she got to her feet and opened the door, stepping out into the hall. She had to find answers somewhere, and here was the easiest place to start. Here we go..

Arian's first impression was that this place was completely deserted. It reminded her of evacuated towns she had visited in her time as death - everything was pristine and lively, but there was nobody around. That was, until her eyes fell upon a well-armoured man making his way out of his room. She tensed, worried as to why he could already be armed, when she recognised that he was injured. So many souls she had guided.. and so many injuries quick to be recognised. Perhaps he was just being cautious. "Excuse me," she called softly. "Do you know where we are, exactly?"

[MrNewYorkChef]

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Tyrus snapped to attention while straightening up as best as he could with his wounded side in an attempt to seem taller than his true height when he heard someone address him. He was short even for an elf but that made his choice of weapon even more comical. He could still remember the keeper trying to talk him down from such a large weapon. Something about it being too large and that he would just end up injuring himself or worse getting himself killed. Which in all fairness was a real possibility, physically speaking all elves where very small and their bones tended to be much more brittle then any other races bones. It was why most elves tended to keep to being a rouge or ranger or anything that really kept them away from the front lines. After all it wouldn't do for the front line to be smacked down and have more than just one bone break. He had managed to get along just fine though and had kept his number of broken bones down to a minim. That being said on many occasion members of his inner circle had attempted to persuade him to use a shield in order to protect himself more even Iron Bull but it all fell on deaf ears. Pushing that from his mind he zeroed in on the woman talking to him. She seemed a bit cautious of him, though that made sense seeing as she was not wearing armor like he was. Deeming that she wasn't any danger to him he lifted his hand and pulled off his helmet. Giving his head a quick shake to lesson his fluffy black hair so that it wouldn't be plastered to his cheeks and at the same time he tucked his helmet under his arm. Starting towards this strange woman he shook his head to show that he wasn't sure where they were. "Andaran atish’an" he said in greeting without missing a beat. It took him a moment to realize he had just greeted this shem like he would another elf and he smiled apologetically. "Ir abelas.... ah I meant I'm sorry" he tried again and failed. he winced when he once again messed up and then let out a long suffering sigh before moving on."To be honest I just woke up not to long ago and I don't really understand what is going on or where we are. Do you have any idea whats go on? I mean uh did you get a note too? There was a note that was left for me and it didn't really explain a lot it was kind of all useless to be frank. But uh yeah no idea where we are, definitely not in Skyhold I can tell you that" he rambled, his thick accent making it some words where a bit weird. He came to a stop in front of her and leaned against the wall to try stop his side from hurting so much. Luckily it seemed like his mark at least wasn't going to go crazy any time soon. "So uh shem uh who are you?" he asked curiously.

[ryuunosuke]

❝ こわくないよ！❞
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Lemres felt himself practically melt once Claude was peeking over his shoulder, even though he was the one who called over for the taller man anyways. His... swarmed thoughts were pushed away immediately at Claude's revelation and theory on how important the book must be. If this book was the only one that was indecipherable, then that meant that Master A went out of his way to obscure it from the majority of the attendants to this strange fantastical ball. "We've ought to get a move on!" he confirmed, weakly attempting to peel himself off of the comfort of the chair.

...Oh. He didn't really manage to helpfully command at all. All the comet warlock could manage was opening and closing his mouth like a dying fish. Additionally, he couldn't even muster the energy to slide out of the chair. To much of his horror, Lemres recalled the time he was running low on sugar, and had nearly been salt-poisoned by his classmate, Feli... If he were to risk something like that again, he definitely didn't want it!

With all of his last strength reserves, Lemres managed to eek out from the chair, but ended up magnificently tumbling to the floor once more. "I'll be ffffffine," he smiled to no one in particular, then his body fully lay on the carpet. "I'm okay! I just need something sweet - I'm coming with you, Claude!" Ah. There he was, making mouth motions like a fool. Oh dear Aruka....

❝ お相手いたします！❞
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Ringo eyed Yuki as he made a rather good notion of going for some choicy strawberries to snack on. Upon his question, Ringo instinctively attempted to bring a hand up to her chin, but there was the fact she had a salad in one hand and a fork in the other. She faltered for a moment, bringing down the fork a little too fast in an attempt to play off her rather silly mistake. "If I meet him, first thing I'm doin' is socking him with a physics textbook," she half-joked, grinning at the idea of her plan.

Thinking of the ball... She was still dressed in her fancypants outfit. How she wished to be comfortably in her shirt, vest, and skirt... High-heels were incredibly annoying for crossing cobblestone. "You guys found your outfits, right?" she added onto the questions, tilting her head at Ruby, who seemed more suited for combat than a dress. "I hope that the ball won't be outright insufferable. Maybe I'll pick at those fancy foods that rich people buy, like caviar and gold-embellished wagashi." A final bite of lettuce, and her mini-analysis was complete. She was prepared to put the plate... somewhere, and then get a move-on in this labyrinth of a castle, but the redhead was a little more interested in what Ruby had to say - if anything at all.

❝ 調子が出てきた！❞
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Ex couldn't help but startle at the sound of another actual person being around him. He'd never seen this... tall guy before, and he sure definitely didn't look like someone from the Tetra Squad nor the Puyoverse. "S-salutations!" Geez, did his voice seriously not get that much use? He allowed himself to somewhat stumble his way over to the taller man, smiling and slightly bowing.

"I've never seen you before. Would you perhaps know Tee, by any chance?" Last time Ex had contact with another person, he thought it was his own reality. In all actuality, however, he was existing within his descendant Tee's dream. The silvery-haired man tilted his head expectantly, defaulting to a respectful pose - hands crossed, relaxed, and appearing quite meek. "My name is Ex. I'm the keeper of Spacetime, and I'm more than happy to be existing within his - Tee's - dreamspace." His voice was soft, as to not disturb the garden's serenity, as if he were afraid of the dream dissipating altogether.

That is... if he were aware that his entire situation wasn't one.

[Lemon Tea Rain]

Arian Blaidd

OC, Ex-goddess, Hallway | Tags: Tyrus

Arian watched as the man snapped to attention, then regard her and take off his helmet. She decided to tug her hood down in order to both recreate the gesture, and to allow her to see better. Andaran atish'an..? What language..? She struggled to find the meaning in her head, which largely frustrated her, when she realized why - she'd never guided a soul of this language before. For every individual she had to guide, she would learn their language, and yet here she was, not knowing what this meant in the thousands of languages she'd learnt.

She was so deep in thought she almost missed that he had begun to talk again. "Yes, I got a note. It didn't help very much." Arian replied. Her voice was odd; it was still emotive and expressive, but there was no accent behind it. Well, it seemed as though there was no accent, or perhaps every accent at once.. whatever it was, it sounded both very clear, and very unnatural. Her pupilless red eyes looked up and down his body, trying to figure out where exactly he was injured for sure. Once she was satisfied she had a rough idea of the worst of it, she replied calmy.
"My name is Arian Blaidd. What about you, wounded soldier?"