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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jan 11, 2018 5:36:11 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?
[attr="class","rhythm"]  ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
| An alabaster hand emerged from behind a tree, struggling to grasp an overhead branch, which its’ owner used to steady themselves as they’d stumbled through a patch of upturned roots. He’d paused briefly to catch his breath, using the back of his palm to wipe the sweat from his brow – the Woods were surprisingly humid around Noon. He’d fished a bottle of water from his sachet, clumsily removing the lid before he’d chugged nearly half of it on one go. After he’d quenched his thirst, he’d let out a content sigh and recapped his bottle before promptly returning it to his bag. With that matter settled, Dieter pushed himself off the tree, continuing his search for the rumored Abandoned Mansion . What had brought him to this particular location? It was quite simple, he’d overheard a rumor about some ghastly noises coming from it late at night.
Of course, such a claim had piqued his interest, although he couldn’t figure out what it could have possibly been making the noise. Soon after, the Archdaemon noted how the thicket of trees had begun to thin and how a building’s silhouette was becoming more prominent in the distance. Perhaps three minutes later, Dieter found himself standing before an overtly large gate, one that was covered with a mixture of rust and overgrown ivy. However, if one looked closely enough, they could see that portions of the ivy had been cut recently in order to open the gate – proof of this was how the leaves had begun to brown due to lack of nutrients. Who had been here? What were they looking for? Dieter was left to wonder as he’d hesitantly pushed against the gate. For a moment, it’d felt as if it was going to budge, that was until Dieter put his shoulder into it.
A few loud clangs latter and a sore shoulder later, the gate had inched forward enough for Dieter to shimmy in. It took him a bit longer than he would of like, however that was to be expected given that he had to maneuver his blade through as well – Heartless liked to attack at inopportune times. Dieter’s eyes widened in surprise as he’d sworn he’d heard something rustling the grass. However, by the time he’d turned, he’d only caught a glimpse of a silhouette as they’d darted around the side of the Mansion.
“Who is there?”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2018 11:42:55 GMT -5
Man, The fencer's schedule had just gotten bigger, taking her brother to school and back home, shopping for her family, cleaning the house, and now working for the Evil Queen. She had just done a few tasks, she cleaned up the house and brought her brother home. The girl would use some free time to train up for the upcoming struggle match. She headed to a normally empty mansion courtyard. The girl grabbed her rapier, she exited her house telling her brother that she would be back. The girl headed to a large hole in the wall, as she walked through, the girl looked at the large forest and the tall trees.
With a smile, the girl tied her hair back into a ponytail. She walked closer to the large Abandoned Mansion. She noticed a figure trying to make its way into the mansion, it kinda freaked the girl out a little. People often saw it as haunted, of course, Hono didn't believe in ghosts. She always saw them as a childhood story, mainly to stop children from getting hurt while exploring the old rundown Mansion. Though Hono has wondered what was inside. Looking at the figure make its way through the cramped gate she sighed.
She took a few steps forward standing now in the main courtyard, the rather loud rustle startled her. At first, she thought it was just a squirrel or something, but she quickly abandoned that thought, it was far to loud to be just a tiny squirrel. She did notice that once the rustling stopped, some jays flew out of the bush, rather quickly. The girl gulped but drew her blade. As the figure spoke up. She glanced at the gate and shouted her answer.
"Hell if I know!" She would have to focus on this issue before figuring out who was invading the mansion. The girl thought about just WHAT animal it could be, but nothing came to mind.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2018 3:51:11 GMT -5
Ainn was leaning against a tree in a deep sleep, her waking up as she heard the gate creak open, the sunlight filtering down as it cascaded the forest in shadows, something that she had always found both eerie and convenient. The convenience came in with her able to fade into the shadows and remain nothing more than a simple rumor that by now seemed to be commonplace from how much she stood out most of the time, but no one actually looking for her for one reason or another. If anything, in her mind she was probably a ghost to them given the rumors about the mansion.
She got up, seeing the gate not quite unlocked but forced open, her squeezing through as to not reveal her keyblade, her focus stern and unfailing as she noticed the sound of something in the grass, not making a sound behind the two of them as she intently traced her eyes over to where the sound was, knowing it was definitely possible that there were heartless here due to the number of negativity people naturally produced by emotions, especially the young couples she'd seen around the town. She made this connection due to her teachings from her master that love often breeds jealousy, despair, and other nasty emotions, a lesson she'd rather not think about as it brought pain to her due to her past experiences on the matter.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jan 27, 2018 4:33:21 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?
[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
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Please, no more wretched undying! , The Dark Knight internalized, momentarily pausing, deterred by thought of their foul odor permeating his robes- he’d had to burn the robes he’d worn when he’d rescued Ciru-Ajiru. The Dark Knight’s lackluster jade eyes narrowed, Hono’s blade scrapping against the interior of her scabbard revealing her presence. He’d feigned interest in the scattering Jays as they’d burst from the brush and abandoned their nests. All the meanwhile, his hand crept back to the grip the worn leather-encased hilt of his blade. With one fluid well-practiced motion, Dieter had brandished is blade and leveled it in Hono’s direction.
A rapier, she doesn’t appear to be a noble though. Dieter also dismissed the notion that she was Spellsword, the Viera were reluctant to teach outsiders their way – though a handful of exceptions had been made over the ages. He’d let out a disgruntled sight as he’d lowered his blade, not perceiving Hono as a threat due to her non-threatening posture – she didn’t seem poised to strike. Alas, it’d appearance his newfound companion hadn’t come alone, a fact he’d deduced by the presence of a hoary-haired woman squeezing through the narrow gap in the gate.
“Who art thou?”
Dieter asked, momentarily forgetting about the rogue figure they’d seen creeping along the backside of the mansion.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2018 23:04:12 GMT -5
The rustling bushes increased in strength. Hono tightened the grip on her blade. "Who art I?" she teased, finding the way he spoke unusual, like a line out of an old play. "You answer first!" She barked. Out of the bush leaped a shadow, ant-like creature of pure darkness, it twitched around, like a hungry animal looking for food. However, one, then two, and finally a third. Four heartless now standing at the front of the mansion. The fencer took about two short steps back. The girl's feet crushed the grass. "W-What is this thing?!" The shadows didn't attack yet. The ant-like creatures crawled slowly on the ground, they moved independently while being sporadic, their movements unpredictable.
One heartless easily passed through the gate. "Sneaky little bastards..." she said noticing that they would often flatten out and move quicker. Hono wanted to be ready, which stance should she take? She studied the new "threat" closely whenever they got closer she stepped back. The Shadows were hard to predict, Hono could figure out WHAT they were. "Well?" She looked at the strange man she had just encounter.
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