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xChosen Prompt: What is one myth or story unique to their world?
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The gold and black kalon thought back in their mind. They didn't know where they came from- they couldn't remember. The only thing they could remember was what someone had once said on the first world they were in.
A story about a young kalon who could turn into ink. It was said that there had been a wandering traveler who had come to this world in a portal of black liquid, a figure had been made out of the portal itself, turning into the traveler. Once the black ink had taken it's form, the kalon searched around the area. It walked a bit, checking out the flora and fauna before moving on to town.
It's there that the kalon greeted others warmly, offering a helping hand to those in need. When spoken to, they spoke in riddles as if they wanted to allude to nothing important of themself. When asked who they were, they responded only as, "I am The Ink Master".
They had stayed awake day and night making sure the people of the town had been situated and been made comfortable. This went on for days, to weeks, to months. The kalon seemed like they were a bit shaky for the first month, as if they were trying to leave but couldn't. They stayed in the nearby motel and worked endlessly to be a saint to the town.
Then all at once, they were gone. The town had not seen them leave, but the man who retold this mythos across the skies. He had watched the wanderer turn back into a pile of black ink that folded itself into a portal, and then folded again into nonexistence. The man had believed they had been visited by God, and so the town believed it as well and thus the myth of the ink god was born there in that world. They even erected statues in they're honor.
The Ink Master had heard of this legend when they had found their way back there, decades later. There had been a statue that was crumbled down on one side and covered in ivy vines, and a plaque on the bottom that said, "In Memory of The Ink Master - A God and Saint to the town of Little Hope". They smiled and a man had rushed to them, excited. He had been a child when he first saw them come and go. He was much, much older now, and thanked them for the good they did for this small and dying town, now larger and thriving.
The Ink Master had given a lopsided smile, feeling a sense of... what was the word? Pride? They weren't sure, but even remembering this moment had made their heart glow with the warmth that could only come from the praise and love of helping others with their misfortunes. They wrote down in a journal, "I am the Ink Master. I am the God of Little Hope, and a God of much larger faith. This is one of the many tales that will soon complete my legacy".
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xChosen Prompt: Are there any famous ruins or landmarks? What are they?
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In this world, there are few things that are permanent in the sands of time. War, and famine. The Ink Master had roamed these lands far and wide after jumping to this world, and they had heard such stories of old ruins. It wasn't long before they stumbled upon one of them.
It was a vast town, buildings collapsing, plantlife returning, old cars rusted and falling apart. There were TVs with broken glass, windows that were cracked, and a giant pillar that stood in the middle of it all that said, "We the people". Those words were long lost to this town, in it's story of how it became a landmark and ruin to the bordering cities outside of the desert.
This town had once thrived and was a bustling area, biggest town nearby almost big enough to be considered a city. It had enough people to fill every home and every crevice with life. They had almost a nonexistent crime rate and homeless rate. This town was called, "Haven" and that only. It stayed true to it's name for years... until the government there decided it's people weren't working enough to their liking. So they raised the prices of food until the people were forced to grow their own locally, only to realize the soil couldn't produce anything edible. So there lie the great famine ahead of them. Families who could afford to leave to get food locally could, or those who were able to leave town to get food could, while the people who were on the line of poverty now would be without. It took so much fighting to get any politician to budge, and by then it was too late.
Anarchy and riots had struck out, people protesting for change that would never come. Soon everyone just...left or perished. Now there only remains the ghost of a past that was stained in bloodshed.
The Ink Master touched the top of a dusty book laying on a loose gravel covered street corner. The title read, "The History of Haven". If only these people knew how much history they had made. Poor souls forced to fight for their right to eat. The heart that beat in The Ink Master's chest so proudly now beat with the timing of a sad song. They walked along the streets, there at the edge of town was a sign from a tourist lot that said, "Welcome to the Forgotten Ghost Town of Haven!" with some information regarding the sad tale.
Some animals scurried around looking for food, including a small mouse who approached them.
"I am sorry little one, for what you seek is not to be found, and has not been in a great deal of time. Run to the westward sun and there lies a city rich with things for you to sustain on" they told the little creature. It couldn't quite understand the kalon as they spoke, but they understood enough to get them along, and so the little mouse hopped away into the sunset. There The Ink Master stood and watched, ache filling his soul.
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Username + ID#: Davidfluff #1019283
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xChosen Prompt: Would they ever back out of a bet/dare? If so, where do they draw the line?
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The Ink Master stood in front of a young kalon who raised an eyebrow at them curiously.
"You seem like the wuss type" she said casually with a smirk.
"I am quite the opposite" The Ink Master stated plainly.
"Alright then wise guy," she thought for a moment, "I dare you to... eat this" she handed them something she had been eating while they were chatting. It was a scorpion in a piece of hard candy.
The Ink Master took the candy, inspected it, looked at the other kalon, and without blinking ate it in one bite.
"Jeez you're gonna break your teeth doing that..." she said.
"Elvira, that wasn't exactly the most daunting task..." they pointed out.
"You're right..." Elvira took a moment to think, "how about... I dare you to punch me in the arm".
Before that sentence has finished, The Ink Master was already on the task like a bee on sugar.
"Ow! You were awfully quick to hit me..." she said, rubbing her arm.
"I do not back down from any dare" they stated.
Elvira squinted her eyes and watched them carefully, trying to figure out where they would draw the line.
"Okay then... I dare you to go walk all the way to the city scrapyard and hang over the edge of the melt pit where they melt down scrap metals. Like, hang precariously and close" she said, hoping they wouldn't be dumb enough to do such a task.
But The Ink Master wasn't dumb, just very brave.
They stood and immediately started walking out the door, face stern.
"Wait! Don't actually do that!"
It was too late. There they were, walking down the street towards the scrapyard a few miles east. It took a while and was a challenge with Elvira begging after them, but they made it. They searched the scrapyard for the melt pit and found it within an old millyard building. They bypassed security measures, workers yelling at them to stop for their safety. They went straight to the edge and leaned in, as far as they could, their whiskers singed by the bubbling heat beneath them. Sweat beaded down their face.
Elvira showed up moments later after not being able to continue on as much as they could, and pulled them back.
"What are you, insane?" she said, her eyes wide.
The Ink Master was on their knees, face down in their lap. Their shoulders shook a moment as if they were crying. Elvira went to put a paw on their shoulder when suddenly they looked up with a snap, a devilish grin smack upon their face, a silent laugh jutting from their throat in a way that seemed almost sinister.
"I do not back down from any dare" they said through their gritted grin, their eyes wide.
Elvira was almost frightened a moment but realized he was being that way on purpose to prove a point, and started laughing.
Although reality caught up with them, and they were quickly escorted out by police and sent back home.
(elvira is rosemoons kalon they let me include)
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xChosen Prompt: What is their favorite sound?
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Everytime I hear the lovely sound of the body's joy, it makes me swell with excitement. The cackle, the giggle, the hoots, the fits, convulsing of the voice; It doesn't matter which you call it, it is still the most honeyed thing I've ever heard. I try oh so hard to hear everyone’s individual means of showing joy. Whether it’s a joke or slapstick or the now a day meme, I will try everything I can to make someone laugh. My particular favorite is a good joke or two. Like for example: what’s a vampire’s least favorite video game, dead by daylight.
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