Absolute Threshold

{OPEN}

2011-10-15T21:05:23Z

Who: Everyone/Anyone!
What: A very belated Party Time!
Where: The Cathedral.
When: From 6:30 - 11pm.

It's party time, Nuadoria.

The occasion is marked with a refreshing glimpse of blue sky, the rift of the fire plane overhead still slicing through the blue like a glimpse through a split seam — though the flames are of a more pleasant, inviting glow, casting a nice little well-lit path through the forest. The beasts all around have receded a little, but in their place along the roads and in the watch tower stand a somewhat familiar sight. Servants of Dai's stand as still as statues, dressed in the old, broken shields and rusty segments of armour. They've apparently been dug up from the old battlefield that creates the boundary between the city gate and the forest, those ancient relics brutally dragged out of the ground in tatters, cleaned up and placed on them.

Well. Dai's territory being Dai's territory, he's bound to make use of the valuable resources.

But that's not the only markedly curious thing, on the day of Dai's party.

There's also the fact that all those big broken statues, formerly clustered densely on the interior of the Cathedral like so much junk, have been distributed "artistically" throughout the city, including areas well beyond Dai's territory. Shattered remains of angels, mosaics, even old tomb markers, faces of dead gods. A broken one depicts Minerva, though she lacks both head and arms, and that one is given the best spot before the fountain. They all face (at least, those that can be said to have faces) towards the Cathedral through the woods, which stands like a diamond in the sunlight.

Just in case Dai's failed to get his point across, at 4 in the afternoon, each transmitter in Nuadoria will receive an express invitation to Dai's beautiful party, marked as commencing at 7pm (with the doors opening at 6:30) and ending at 11pm. There's a clipart of what looks like smiling cartoon curry attached.

Well, why not? The Cathedral doors are wide open, and with most of his servants out as sentinels, it's much quieter, sparser, and more inviting in the building... or so goes the idea. Drop yourselves in wherever you please. There's food of all kinds laid out with incredible care, apparently cooked by the servants. Others will be sitting off to the side of his throne, where it sits cemented in place at the altar, and they're playing light music on stringed instruments. Dai himself will be milling around and available at any time throughout the evening, for the most part.

And if there's anyone who might be feeling a little resistant to the idea of heading in the direction of the Cathedral, there isn't an armoured servant who wouldn't be inclined to give them a little 'press' in the right direction...

( There'll be a little event occurring at some point towards the end of the night, so you guys might want to hold off on comment threads occurring after 10:30pm. :') We'll keep you posted on that! But feel free to plant your characters anywhere you like; closed or open threads are just fine, and if you'd specifically like Dai to come over, let me know or mention in the subject and I'll get right on it! )

simplistic methods; go no further. [closed]

2011-10-13T01:55:50Z

Who: Albedo & Maximum Ride
What: Just an innocent little date, I'm sure.~
Where: At the docks.
When: After this.

There was something of an erroneous misstep in giving an actual want as opposed to something planned, but the boy figured that it was only a place to go, after all. They were mildly limited in choices, so in all honesty, it was perfectly fine. There wasn’t anything to be used against him in the tell. At least, not that couldn’t already be deduced. He was lab grown and cultivated, and the thought of that man letting his precious little weapons out to play like that was laughable, really.

…Another time. He’d rather not consider that particular individual.

Instead Albedo would rather have, perhaps, took off toward the end of the docks himself, showing his physical age all the more, but instead he waited near where the warehouses started, almost bouncing on the balls of his feet in wait. It wasn’t that he was excited, it was just….

The most he had ever seen was snow. And even that had been fake. Even if the water was ruined and polluted, even if there was no beach, no place to move closer, it was something real. As real as anything could be, in the end.

That did make a difference. For many things.

{OPEN}

2011-08-08T01:45:05Z

Who: Everyone/Anyone!
What: Exploring the Casino, Take 1
Where: The Entertainment District
When: after this and this

[ . . . ]

ooc notes:

threads:

added: Both Top and Bottom floor threads have been put up. In these two areas, the npc account will be used to interact with the characters, so don't be alarmed if the npc account crashes the thread. Just have fun :D Hopefully this will work out to be an enjoyable experience for all. And if the npc account comments on your thread, don't put it in your "order" of who is tagging. Its presence in your threads will be sporadic!

The Bottom Floor: In the journal that can be found, page 22 should actually be page 20. Sorry about the error. And way too much of a pain in the ass to repost it ;O;

That's all for now ♥

act and react; speak and follow. [open]

2011-06-27T05:16:52Z

Who: Albedo and whoever!
What: Let's internalize, pieces and part, of what comprises us; what moves us forward.
Where: Wherever you want to be.
When: The current event. Now.

Continued from here. There exists massive tl;dr within.

The laughter died into gasps, giggles still slipping out in the sighs. Rubedo? Rubedo here? And wasn't that faulty. Seeing what there wasn't... Wasn't that the pattern? And here, there had been his twin before him, glancing over his shoulder to then keep walking away. Unlike the Conflict. Unlike Rubedo backing to stay in sight, this time, he only cast scornful eyes and continued.

And here, despite all of Albedo's intentions, despite his foundation contrived from a solitary belief in his own superiority and hate, here was but a faulty step--his other heart was viewed and Albedo shattered near perfectly without a thought. How trite. How completely and positively common.

Still, it existed as it was. Was he still only a child, attached by far to the one who had thrown him away?

"He never loved you, Albedo. You know you were only dead weight to him."

That voice was too familiar, and without a moment's regard, his head swiveled to view his younger brother with wide eyes, taking in green eyes and dark hair. Nigredo. His brother crossed his arms, looking stern. "You were nothing but a problem. And now you're gone. From both of our lives."

The whimper slid from his lips without his meaning it; a hand darted to smother the sound, teeth closing on a finger in desperation. He squinted his eyes shut against the figure before him, and when he opened them, Nigredo was gone. Albedo didn't know if he was relieved or more broken from the fact. There was no chance to pick apart the emotions--a low voice spoke from behind him.

"Are you really surprised? You've known from the start you weren't even meant to exist."

That voice, those tones, were not accepted, not at all. Albedo would no sooner look on the one know as their father than he would withhold tearing his own throat out to prove a point. His form tensed with hatred, and the voice behind him laughed. "All right, Albedo. If you won't speak with me...."

"Maybe you'll talk to me, right?"

Here was the voice Albedo could not stand, here was everything he longed for. No, he was wrong--give him the figure receding into mist, give him that but take back this. Don't....

The red head walked into the space before him, scratching his head. "It's, uh, been a while, huh, Albedo? Whatcha been-- Aw, you know I'm bad at this stuff."

Kill him. Kill him now. Tear out his heart and crush it underfoot rather than let Albedo suffer this. Please, don't have this continue any longer.

His hands fisted, raising, the heels pressing into his eyes until it grew painful. This was preferable. Give him this kind of pain, the kind that faded. Yes. The pain that vanished without a mark on him compared to what was left underneath, placed in careful places in the vessels of his heart to declare rot within the foundation, a breaking from within, and never would he ever exist as he once had, and never would he ever--

"Albedo. Hey." The speaker's voice was gentle, careful, concerned. His twin came closer and Albedo felt tears burning. Was this his own madness or this place? Did it even matter? Rubedo was in front of him, and-- "Albedo. Hey, d'ya know?"

In the same kind voice, in the same familiar tones known since birth. "I never really loved you at all, you know?"

Something in his chest convulsed and stopped, pain cutting through him, and he didn't know, wouldn't know if this was even real. For Rubedo had left him, hadn't he. Had walked away with no regrets. Pulled hand from hand and....

Laughter rang like a bell in front of him, and Albedo couldn't breathe. "You haven't really changed at all, huh? You're still exactly the same."

Albedo would gouge out his eyes, pop his ear drums before this continued. Tear him apart endlessly and he'd continue without a thought, but here, break him to pieces with no way for him to move on. He peered over his knuckles, viewing the gently smiling red-head watching him. Something broke inside his mind, tore and shattered further.

Perhaps it was visible. For at the moment things fell apart, his twin grinned readily, mouth opening wider than was logistically possible, sharp teeth overriding the space in his mouth. Albedo only stared, eyes like something dead.

The creature that had borrowed that form sprang, landing on Albedo's chest to bring him down. Teeth settled somewhere in his neck and tore sideways, blood spurting out. He barely registered. This was.... His hands moved, touching hair the color of a sun burning, of life fleeing, and it escaped him, the irony. It was all that remained.

The creature with his twin's face tore into him further and Albedo only closed his eyes, embraced what was given in familiar form, muscles and bones placed perfectly, and Albedo moved his hands over shoulders and back, fingers trembling. There existed a weakness and it was present, and there was part of him that wished for his regeneration to cease, to allow this--to die in his twin's arms was all that he wanted.

Yet, Albedo's wants... were no longer all that simple even as they rounded back to a core existence and determination. Weakness was allowed, allotted for, and as his eyes began to refocus on the grey sky, a violet haze coalesced around his form, power building in the simplest of ways. If this was Rubedo, he would have known it, and yet it wasn't. But for a moment, Albedo was able to hold his twin. And that was all he had. Memories, moments, and false impressions. "I never really loved you at all, you know?"

His power burst out like an explosion, knocking the creature off and back, and without allowing it a moment to regain its advantage, energy again shot out from Albedo's form, more condensed. It hit the form it was intended for and burst out the back side, leaving a swaying bloody mess in the place kindness had once pretended to stand. And wasn't that truth more than any?

His twin fell back, face contorted in pain and rage. It laughed, coughing. "Nothing changes. I still never--"

It died before the sentence was over, but Albedo knew the end. He stared at it, caught between a dull rage at the duplicate taking Rubedo's face and a throbbing pain tearing inside of him. Two other voices had spoken to him. Had it been this one in another form or were there others?

And really, should he just let them have their way? It hardly mattered in the end, and by any rate--perhaps they'd succeed where that girl had failed.

Wishful thinking, and his severe expression shattered, Albedo collapsing on the ground into sobs. If only, if always, and Albedo loved the one that left him more than any. And still, still, Rubedo had walked away. His chest ached. He couldn't breathe.

explain your game; I'll play it perfectly. [closed]

2011-06-18T03:13:29Z

Who: Albedo & Maximum Ride
What: Ironically, it is the actual insane one who isn't affected by any of this. A certain winged, smart-mouthed, heroic type, however, is.
Where: Wandering around the fountain area.
When: Sometime during the event.

Of course, he was not blind to the current events. One could catch the screams too easily, turn on a device to note the changes going on, and it did seem as if Dai had been speaking the truth. Albedo was not affected by the changes at all. His madness was but yet his own despite everything. It was not as if he had doubted the Magister--not in so many words, at least. But here it was; Albedo untouched, and now there was a bit more to the mystery unfolding before him. A bit more and less, and still it remained.

As in a time before, he hopped up onto the remains of the fountain, swinging his legs idly to the noises surrounding him. The cabbit, normally clinging to his shoulder, had crouched, shivering in his lap. The creature--gestalt--could sense more hostility than Albedo cared about, and he patted it carelessly. So this was the result of a waylaid city? It made sense in ways. Consider it breathing, living, and harmed, and here was its response to intruders. Spread a virus in the system and turn them against each other to destroy.

It was not so different from U-DO, in that manner.

His expression thinned at the thought, and he wiped it away. There was no need for the past to be considered. No need to pull up memories too bright to fade to consider brothers destroying each other--a twin cowardly and fleeting. There was a twinge inside of him, a twitch in his movements, and there existed a kind of frustration knew best--he would rather tear something apart than touch on what was spoken as truth.

Declare truth in all its efforts--it existed in perception, and perception, like reality itself, was anything but clear.

INCOMPLETE

2011-06-15T22:50:08Z

Who: Reanbell (sospital) and Nill (featherling) [AND OPEN TO ANYONE IF THEY WOULD LIKE TO JOIN :)] + Mukuro (tridented) and Zephyr (pyrrhous)
What: Girls gotta stick together >:|!
Where: Somewhere around the residence area

She didn't know where she was going, that was for sure. Even hearing gunshots across the city, the fog was disorienting enough that Reanbell wasn't able to pin the location of Zephyr as easily as she thought she could have.

So, instead of finding Zephyr, Reanbell found herself... ...completely lost. But, it wasn't just that that bothered her. The thick fog covered all around her like a blanket meanwhile the atmosphere felt heavier and heavier with each step she took. She'd seen things (or so she thought) dashing through the fog, but she had no confirmation.

It didn't take much to know something was desperately wrong with this place... whereever she and Zephyr had ended up. Not that Zephyr seemed to care at the moment, but—

—another shadow whizzed by and she saw it out of the corner of her eye. Without thinking she swung around and fired her gun twice and watched the bullets disappear into the fog, waiting for the sound of flesh punctured or grazed (or even just the knowledge they hit a wall).

Silence was the only thing to greet her in response.

Reanbell took a few sharp breaths, more than a little spooked by that one (she's scared that the next shadow she sees will be real and she'll notice far too late), before continuing to walk cautious around.

"Hello?" she called, hoping to just to find someone at this point as to not be alone. "Is anyone around...?"

The girl furrowed her brow before sighing in defeat. "No one is going to answer you, Reanbell," she muttered to herself. "No one is going to answer you because this isn't real, right?! RIGHT?!" she yelled the last bit, trying to convince herself it was all a dream.

It wasn't working.

Nothing returned for an answer.

[closed]

2011-04-30T07:36:31Z

Who: Luke and the Doctor (open to Asch)
What: The Doctor has an idea for controlling Luke's hyperresonance
Where: The Fountain
When: Now

Luke sat on the edge of the fountain with his arms crossed, shivering. The rapid dash had warmed him up but now he wasn't moving he was getting cold again. Stupid rain. He hoped the weather wouldn't make him sick. The Red Zones and the monsters were enough to worry about.

He bounced his knee impatiently. He was worried. Worried about Asch, and the Doctor, Natalia (wherever she was), and everybody else in this city. Worried about being useless, or stupid, or what might happen if he lost control of his hyperresonance. He hated worrying.

He almost wished Asch had beaten him here. At least Luke would know he was alright.

Luke took out his communicator and stared at the screen, just in case anyone tried to contact him. Glancing at the map, the colours seemed almost alive, shifting and merging, with the red seeming to devour everything around it. It was almost hypnotising, until--

Until he noticed the red creeping up on his exact location.

Damn it!

[closed] show me your inner workings; i trust you implicitly.

2011-04-29T23:42:07Z

Who: Albedo & Dai
What: Albedo and Dai meet up, at Dai's behest, because he has something to give him. A few somethings, actually.
Where: Cathedral.
When: Right now. :)

He had to admit, the prospect was rather exciting. When was the last time he had someone working beneath him who was so willing, so able, so eager to be a part of what he was doing, and knowingly? Had he ever, before? It all felt both new and familiar, and maybe there were a few reasons for that.

Admittedly, Dai had always had a fondness for kids. He'd always taken especially good care of the youngsters who came in alone, at a loss and in need of guidance; malleable in their thought processes, susceptible to suggestion, easily coerced, easily directed towards destructive paths without ever understanding where the blame truly lay. Their faith was something he always hoped for, and his actions something he always protected them from at the same time. A little give and take.

To be around a child like Albedo, though, one who was quite happy to do everything he asked for to alleviate the tedium, as long as he knew all the gritty little details, someone who actually revelled in what they could do together... well. That was rather refreshing, in truth. He supposed that was something he ought to feel bad about, but that seemed like a rather human thing, being concerned with the innocence of one so young. And he wasn't human. He wasn't concerned about those tricky little details. Perhaps at one time, perhaps a very long time ago before the consequences of his decisions really took hold, but not these days. Not within recent memory, and there was no understanding the way he used to feel, any more.

... As for Albedo himself, it seemed to Dai that he was never one whose innocence was in need of protecting. It seemed to be in his nature, an intrinsic pattern, and who knew what had been done to make him so, if anything?

Some children were just born as rotten fruit, weren't they.

Today, as he sat waiting outside, he was completely alone. The clouds felt overbearing — thick and dark, the oppression of the red zones never too far from mind or body, even in that safe haven — and the windows of the Cathedral were dark and still, not a soul to be seen. He'd sent the apparitions away for the time being, the idea being to make this a little bit more personal, a little special — and, of course, to keep his activity out of prying eyes. He'd done enough to gain trust with the Childs, on the whole. At this point, he just wanted a little bit of space.

Not that it was awful to spend his time around half-naked beings for the better part of his day, but the conversation or lack thereof became, at times, a little taxing. He was looking forward to speaking to someone a little more cerebral, and a little less instinctive.

Intro Log

2011-03-30T06:11:33Z

Silence. Everywhere, silence. To the furthest extremities of his hearing; silence. Only the beat of his own heart, the rush of his own blood, the ragged rasp of his own breath from bruised and battered lungs. After the clamor of battle, it was like a weight that pressed inward on his eardrums. The pressure made him dizzy, as if he had fallen into crushing depths of the ocean.

Full fathom five, Slade thought, and took stock of his injuries. Cracked ribs already mending; abrasions and burns and long, shallow cuts that slowly knit themselves closed; bruises that ached as they worked their way to the surface and faded away. Though he was possessed of a rapid 'healing factor', the pain was never any less; knowing he would always come back took the fear out of pain, but the cost of life was agony. He paid it willingly, and often.

It was not shocking to him, that he had been transported to some unknown city. Given the nature of his last battle, with all the possible Universes vying for supremacy, displacement was to be expected.

And... he could use the break; to get his head together. After everything that had happened, he wasn't fit for that world. No one was.

Movement behind him--- and he was back in a crouch, his bo-staff at the ready, before it had fully registered; a white tiger, just watching him. Slade met it's stare, it's yellow eyes on his single remaining blue... and it blinked at him slowly. His wrist beeped, and an automated voice said: 'Gestalt, attack form.' Interesting...

Slade stood, his gaze still centered on the tiger, and set the end of his staff on the ground; he knew the power cell was depleted from the battle, just as his body armor was in useless tatters. He grinned at the animal.

"Lucky thing you seem friendly," he said, and the tiger canted it's head and yawned. Beside it, there was a black duffle bag, so incongruous it was funny. Slade walked over, confident in his ability to wrestle the tiger if need be, and squatted down to look in the bag. Clothes, and a small metal cube that he never had far off. He collapsed the staff and stuck it in the bag, before gently ruffling the Tiger's ears. "Good boy," he murmured, and stripped off his damaged armor; best to play the civilian, until he knew what he'd been dropped in the middle of.

Action Log /// 004

2011-03-30T05:00:10Z

Who: Mitsuo Kubo [8bitcopycat ] and the Doctor [it_was_the_best ] but OPEN to ALL
Where: the Archives
When: Sometime during the ash rain
What: RESEARCH

[As soon as he approached the area where he had hidden in the sewer from the Ogre, Mitsuo's stance shifted; he had Doubt. He hated Doubt. He mentally rolled a Sneak Check.

With his robot clanking steadfastly beside him, he continued. Onward and effing upward, he thought to himself, and smirked.

On the steps of the massive Archive building, he stopped and looked around; the main door looked fixed, but there were still bullet holes and scorch marks from the battle. They unnerved him, and he stepped behind the robot... until he started to feel like something might be behind him...]

absolute_logs @ 2011-03-27T11:49:00

2011-03-27T10:49:31Z

Who: Lavi and Howard Link
What: An unexpected meeting.
Where: Outside the archives.
When: After the atmosphere change and shortly after Link arrives.

There was only one place for a respectable Bookman to head to upon finding himself in a new city, seemingly on a whole new plane--perhaps a completely new word--of which he knew nothing save from word of mouth: the archives. And Lavi had headed there directly, right after he and Allen had made their way from the church and found a pair of neighboring apartments where they could find each other later.

Wet from the rain that smeared ash over his skin, he'd managed to dry off during the hours he'd spent in the library. But it was a daunting task digging up the information he most needed in a building of this size with a system of organization he didn't yet know. He'd spent some hours pouring over tomes, absorbing whatever knowledge he could from them. He'd become so absorbed, in fact, that he'd almost lost track of time.

When he finally thought to check the communicator on his wrist, what he noticed wasn't just the passage of hours. The map with its red and green and yellow had shifted again--surprisingly so, the green sections having shrunk dramatically. He'd been safely in one when he entered this building, but now the area he was in was on the border of yellow, with red not far behind. And if red was as dangerous as people said, Lavi wasn't keen on hanging around to discover what happened when the yellow that seemed to portend it caught up with him.

Setting aside the book he was reading and making a note of where to find it when he returned next, he headed for the door, his eyes going wide as he stepped outside and surveyed the scene before him.

It wasn't raining now as it had been when he entered, and for a second he thought that it had simply changed to snow.

No... Not snow. Ash!

It coated the stairs of the archives and muffled the sound of his footsteps as he descended, and it quickly began to frost the shoulders of his coat and cling to his hair as well. Between that and the dirty streaks left by the rainwater earlier, Lavi looked very much like he'd just fought his way out of a burning building.

On his lapel, the little gecko crawled up and inside his collar for shelter. Good idea, he thought, heading off. Better get back to the apartments and get inside.

absolute_logs @ 2011-03-20T14:58:00

2011-03-20T21:58:02Z

Who: Irie Shouichi (sfortunato), Rokudo Mukuro (tridented)
What: Dinner and a movie.
Where: Wherever Shouichi happens to be unlucky enough to run into Mukuro.
When: Backdated! To before Mukuro & Tohru's meeting.

[ He had wondered, at first, if it was possible at all.

Because even if Tohru looks, for all purposes, like a living, breathing, human, wasn't it common belief that vampires were considered undead? Still, it seems like this power of his extends to even a circumstance as unusual as this, and for that, Mukuro has taken to playing puppet master tonight with Tohru's body. For both the boy's sake, and his own purposes, he's lurking on the streets, taking care to remain unseen to the guests which Nuadoria houses.

At the edge of his senses, there is a faint, gnawing sensation of hunger, one that is foreign to him, and easy enough to ignore, if he were inclined to. But the whole point of this is to kill two birds with one stone, and so, Mukuro guides limbs and feet (getting used to them bit by bit) down roads and through alleys, looking for an unsuspecting victim. ]

Log // 003

2011-03-20T02:39:43Z

Who: Mitsuo Kubo [8bitcopycat ] and Smoker [brandedjustice ]
Where: Down by the docks
What: ~~A really really bad idea...~~ Talking about a possible case of Police Brutality?

Against his better judgment [ah haha... he has that?], Mitsuo went back to the Docks. Stealth wasn't really his strong suit, especially with his robot clunking along behind him, but he kept to the shadows, and he kept his distance. Within sight of the main Taskforce HQ, he stopped and waited. No need to advertise... and he had time to wait.

absolute_logs @ 2011-03-18T13:44:00

2011-03-18T02:44:53Z

Who: Wesker, Tohru, and Alex WITH A SURPRISE KUBOTA LATER
What: Tohru killed Havoc, two virus' want the corpse. Tohru sees Kubota and places his hands to his face, crying like a little girl.
Where: The fountain.
When: RIGHT NOW
Warning: Mild gore

[ Alex didn't eat like normal people did. And when he had to try to escape the city the first time, he found himself landing flat on his back and chest tightened with a unlimited stress that coiled around his organs. He had to get his strength back, and usually he didn't like consuming corpse. They barely did fuck-all, but with the condition he was in, he needed something, and luckily enough the opportunity popped up.

Scaling up the walls and leaping over roofs with a noticeable force, he jumped down by the fountain, gazing around the environment for the vampire -- the, whatever -- and for the corpse that was pressed against his chest. It was a little hard to comprehend why it was such a big deal for someone to die for another's benefit.

Taking smooth steps around the place, Alex's vision hit Tohru, and he murmured slowly: ] ...Hey -- [ Attention drawn to the body with a tilt of his head. ] -- that's them?

[ He wasn't without any lack of caution though. Kinda his way to deal with survival and make sure to not get his back stabbed again. Not that Tohru could, he tried, and he failed. ] Anyone else knows about this?

absolute_logs @ 2011-03-11T22:16:00

2011-03-12T06:16:50Z

Who: Nill featherling and Heine Rammsteiner nebenmond
What: Heine finds Nill
Where: Outskirts of the city, near the forest.
When: Backdated to when Nill arrives.

[ Blue eyes to the distance, she sits in the dirt waiting for a familiar face to appear. She was used to waiting. It did not mean she liked it. It wasn't a hobby to be enjoyed. Waiting is a standstill between hope and despair. You wait in hope, hope that those who left will return safe and sound (still able to smile). Yet despair is just around the corner.

Today? Tomorrow? Hours? Minutes? The footsteps of their feet against the concrete steps.

Always worrying that they return with a wound that won't heal. Worried that the world outside the church gates would tear into them once more and send them to a place she couldn't reach.

A stray gust of wind picks up the around her feet. She coughs (one of the few sounds she can make). The serpent at her side stirs and lifts its head.

Still waiting. ]

absolute_logs @ 2011-03-10T16:42:00

2011-03-11T00:42:48Z

Who: Rokudo Mukuro (tridented), Mutou Tohru (amicicidal)
What: A picnic, of sorts. WARNINGS: biting, fruitiness, and tsun.
Where: A totally not suspicious dark alleyway.
When: Backdated to the day the rain started.

Another sleepless night in the city, and in the wake of insomnia, Mukuro has, once more, taken to roaming the streets of Nuadoria- though this time for more than his own amusement. There are some things that do not emerge except under cover of the dark (if the city's "night" qualifies at all); such as the oddity he stumbled upon on a late night walk such as this one last time, for one. And because of that same being (though his motives are not purely altruistic), he is standing in the midst of this downpour, the faint light of a nearby streetlamp illuminating him from beneath the shelter in which he resides.

But it looks as though he's waiting- maybe searching for something, from the way Mukuro glances from left to right, peering past the rain that falls from the skies. Beside him, the flamingo shifts legs, and clucks impatiently.

If it's blood you require, I can deliver.

The promise he made Tohru is one he has every intention of keeping, if not for purely unselfish reasons.

How much longer, now?

absolute_logs @ 2011-03-01T21:58:00

2011-03-02T04:58:07Z

Who: finalwitch, OPEN
What: Goddamn rain. Goddamn bird.
Where: Near the casino.
When: During rain event.

Great. She was dead. She was also in Hell.

Perhaps such statements reeked of hyperbole and melodrama. Her condition could not be proven as one or the other; the question of life was puzzling at best, utterly confusing at worst. Furthermore, this place was a little lacking as an afterlife. She expected extremes when it came to Purgatory: sensory overload or absolute zero. What Ange received, however, was an unusual city and a couple of elements that proved more annoying than damning.

No, "Hell" referred to the fact that she wasn't meant to be here in the first place.

When the initial transition and the lingering sickness faded, Ange took to wandering the streets in search of information. This was a mistake as the girl found herself caught under a shower. Thankfully, the water was warm, almost pleasant. If not for the screaming creature (And how had that managed to find her?) clawing into her shoulder, she might have enjoy the change in weather. As it was, she moved from shelter to shelter, observing bystanders and searching for openings, her frustrations growing by the minute.

The "thing" finally quieted after a time, but Ange found she wasn't any closer to relieving her irritation. This was neither Tokyo nor Rokkenjima; this was entirely unfamiliar. Bernkastel was nowhere to be found, and yet everything reeked of a witch's doing. Was this Beatrice's game, the very one trapping her family in 1986? Doubtful. Even Ange could claim that much with confidence.

So where the hell was she?

gotta sing if you can.

2011-02-26T04:55:10Z

Who: Albedo (purpletaint) and Shun (favillic)
What: Mixing crazy children with kid loving terrorists is always a good idea. Always.
Where: By the fountain.
When: Currently.

...By this point he had given up on the getting the creature to stop following him. No amount of attempted violence or shooing had done the trick and in the end, Albedo had conceded to leaning tiredly against the remains of what might have been something to look at at one point in the past. The cabbit hopped up next to him, rubbing contently against his arm. He frowned at it apathetically, then rolled his eyes, looking skyward.

The rubble around him shone like glass, and he could almost draw his thoughts backwards to a time before this. Almost, but not quite, and he had no urge to do so. Therefore, when the first drops of rain started, the boy stayed where he was, a being out of place in a world fit for none. The creature next to him watched the sky warily, then tried to nestle under Albedo's shirt for cover. Perhaps he didn't notice, because he allowed the attempt.

i can't believe this isn't a dream.

2011-02-21T22:57:04Z

Who: emo hipster and bratty jesus.
What: neku sets out on a marvelous misadventure, and a familiar face shows up in the nick of time.
Where: somewhere between the fountain and the city gates.
When: in the middle of the muspelheim plane-shift.
WARNING: the contents of this log contain late-game plot spoilers for the world ends with you.

It definitely wasn’t the first time Neku doubted the sanity of this idea, but –

Well, it’s one thing to question the merits of your plan when you’re standing in the relative safety of a friendly green zone, but it’s totally different to re-think things when you’re trekking through the middle of one of the zones that are blinking an angry red on the map. The heat is smothering, and it feels like it gets worse the farther forward he goes – it started off being as unpleasantly hot as a mid-summer afternoon, but it’s progressed until Neku feels like he’s wrapped from head to foot in a heavy, sweltering blanket of heat. And he’d figured that the short sleeves and shorts would help him out, but the occasional scathing breath of wind that swirls across the landscape has left his skin feeling raw and burned. His gestalt doesn’t seem to be fairing any better – the akita puppy had started off barking anxiously at the fog that swirls around them, but the little animal eventually lost its steam in the heat. Now, it’s doing the best it can just to keep pace with Neku’s sluggish steps, pink tongue lolling and ears flat with unhappiness.

Their only good luck with the trip was that they’d been lucky enough not to run into any of the monsters that Neku had seen other people dealing with on the communicators – they’d had a close brush with something at the beginning of the red zone, but Neku and the puppy had hidden in an alleyway until the lurking shadow slid past them. If he had some pins, then maybe those things wouldn’t be that intimidating, but… right now, the best he can do is keep his head down and his eyes peeled.

All he has to do is stay focused on the goal, right?

If he can go far enough, he’ll make it to the cathedral where that computerized chick said “Dai” was hiding – and, well, he hasn’t planned much beyond that, but… she said he was strong, right? If he can’t send Neku home, he might know someone who can. There’s no way in hell he’s getting stuck here for two years like some of the people here; if there’s something he can do to get home, then he’ll do it. Monsters don’t scare him, the heat won’t stop him, he just has to keep putting one foot in front of the other, and –

That’s when the air splits with a howl, and a creature bounds out of the fog and blocks Neku’s path. Instantly, the teenager attempts to backpedal, freezing when the thing responds to his movement by lowering its head and snarling a warning sound deep in its throat. Behind him, Neku can see the puppy crouching – ears flattened to its skull, teeth bared, fur standing on end, and a low growl rippling from its own throat. And he’s only just wondering whether he has time to call for help on the communicator when the monster lunges at him, moving with such speed that Neku barely has time to lift his arms to protect his face before it –

But, no –! Before it reaches him, the akita at his side leaps forward in a blur of motion, managing to break the creature’s lunge by sinking its teeth into the doglike muzzle of the attacking monster. The fiend lets out another ear-splitting howl, shaking its head frantically to break the gestalt’s hold. Finally, one of the tentacles that make up its mane manage to wrap around the akita’s kicking hind legs, ripping the gestalt loose and slinging it into the side of a nearby building. The puppy hits the wall with a sharp yelp of pain, and the monster whirls to finish it off, but – Neku, who has managed to gather up at least half his wits, hefts up a nearby chunk of rock and uses it to nail the doglike monster solidly in the side. The Prometheus snarls and wheels back towards Neku, but the gestalt leaps back to its master’s defense as it sinks its teeth firmly into the fiend’s hindquarters. There’s another furious snarl as the monster twists to snap at its tiny attacker, catching the gestalt in its teeth and tearing it free from its fierce hold. This time, its teeth manage to open up a few gashes in the gestalt’s side, and the akita barely manages to struggle back to its feet as the Prometheus advances on it again.

And, okay, maybe this is the part of the fight where Neku should give up and run, but – weird maybe-monster or not, the gestalt puppy had followed him faithfully all the way into the red zone, and Neku can’t leave it behind to get eaten. So, instead of throwing in the towel, he picks up another rock and steps between the doglike thing and his gestalt, digging in his feet and bouncing the stone in one hand. The Prometheus hesitates briefly, lowering its head and letting its nostrils flare as it gauges the teenager, even though it seems less-than-intimidated by Neku’s makeshift weaponry. For Neku’s part, he does his best to seem tough and not scared, knowing that managing to run this stupid thing off is his only real chance of surviving –

“C’mon. If you want it, you’re gonna have to get through me. I’m not scared of you.”

In response, the Prometheus whuffs through its nose, powerful muscles surging as it leaps for Neku’s throat.

absolute_logs @ 2011-02-20T00:03:00

2011-02-20T05:04:06Z

Who: Rokudo Mukuro & Mutou Tohru
What: A meal gone terrible wrong.
Where: Around the streets.
When: Feb. 20, Late in the evening.

It was hard, living like this. It would be a lie if Tohru tried to deny it in any way, shape or form. Spending as long as he could starving himself before finally giving in to the gut-wrenching hunger. It was pathetic, really -- the way he was controlled by his appetite, like some sort of animal. But what else could he do? By the third night of starvation, the pain coiling in his guts was always unbearable, and he'd invariably head into the streets in search of prey.

It wasn't like he wasn't targeting specific people. Whoever he found wandering the streets alone was whoever he pounced on -- and this night, as he slid from shadow to shadow in search of someone suitable to lunge for, he happened to see the strange young man lurking around the corner.

Just the sight made his mouth water. He was well aware of the strange state of the city and the brilliant sky, but none of that mattered -- all he could think of was what the blood would taste like on his tongue. He only spared a few minutes to study the lone figure from the shadow of a nearby building to make sure there was no one else around. His movements were seamless, almost practiced, as he slid into the streets and wrapped his arms around the figure from behind -- one around the chest, his other hand moving to muffle any noise -- a split-second's pause as he silently apologized, before he moved to sink his fangs into that pale throat.

Event Open Post!

2011-02-19T22:37:45Z

E V E N T :: MUSPELHEIM

OOC

Your characters are somewhere in the city, currently dealing with the effects of the fire version of the city, which is known as Muspelheim. They are also dealing with a few monsters known as childs, whether by fighting or hiding.

**Remember all fire element attacks, including the ones your character brought from home or by their gestalt count.

**The same goes for water/ice element characters only the opposite. Your characters are now weaker.

**This is an open log for different areas of the city. Feel free to pick one available or add one that hasn't been listed yet.

Any ooc questions can be asked here and an example of how a post like this works is here.

THE SETTING

Despite the warning of the red sky everything seems to have relatively stayed the same. The city now drowned in a tint of red was the only danger that could be found and even then, the color seems more preferable to create empty threats. With everyone preparing, it seems that it has been all for naught.

An overreaction, perhaps?
False panic.

Yes, that seems to be the most logical thing despite a sky still burning red.

When you finally feel at ease to let your guard down, however, is when you suddenly hear those bells swinging back and forth, ringing (one—two—). You listen, noticing they are not in the same steady rhythm as before. They start to ring faster (three—four—fivesixseven8) until the sounds blur together to sound like a siren. There is a sudden burst of hot air, anything it touches around you burning up or drying out. A sudden change in the city's structural appearance—it looks long abandoned worn down by sand and dry heat constantly eroding away at the structures.

And such stifling air is like a blanket settling across the city. It becomes harder to breath normally, as if a weight has been pressed against your chest, letting your lungs only inflate so far. The hot wind stings and burns, although thankfully it isn't constant (heavy clothing would be best for those who wish to stay outside, apparently).

One could perhaps get used to the conditions, if the conditions allowed them to.

They don't.

A howl carried about by the wind makes you stop, makes you wonder if that was simply the wind and the city itself playing a nasty trick on you. Nothing follows, your tension easing—

—only to be skyrocketed once again when you hear an inhuman screech that is most certainly not carried through the air by anything but its own echo.

It won't take long, should you stay on the streets before you come across this creature and this one.

They hide in the thick fog, making their appearances hard to detect until its too late.

Be careful, this could be just the beginning of something even worse.

You are in Muspelheim, the fire plane.

codes by YuanRu Design

Action Log /// 002

2011-02-19T21:45:28Z

Who: Mitsuo, Max, and Heine [Open to anyone who thinks they can help, or wants to capitalize on the chaos.]
What: Saving Mitsuo from an Ogre.
Where: Near the Archives.
When: Post-Plane Shift.

Despite the fact that he had been assured that help was on the way, as soon as those transmissions ended, hopeless bleak despair set in... Luckily, it was balanced by a deep lethargy and dislike for pain.

The Ogre was, apparently, deadset on making him dead. So... huddling in the sewer was the only option he had, while he waited.

absolute_logs @ 2011-02-19T09:53:00

2011-02-18T22:53:53Z

Who: Uchiha Itachi, Kuran Yuuki, and later on Smoker.
What: Hunting for emos.
Where: Archives, then Niflheim.
When: Right before the plane shift.

Itachi thinks little of the situation of being in Nuadoria once again. To him, it started to be a common situation he would find himself in (He remembered the talk of those that had gone back to their own worlds, hearing that they had a time between weeks and months where there were new experiences they had undertaken while Itachi remembered nothing at all, a split-second between Sasuke snarling at him and finding himself in darkness --

-- It had hit him harder than he would have admitted.) -- and with the city now bustling with more unfamiliar faces with unfamiliar voices, there was only more reason as to why he would isolate himself.

Niflheim; he had the unfortunate pleasure of being there once when Kakashi was merciful enough to ram his arm through his chest. He knew of the creatures nature as well as that as Gaea's. So, when Yuuki showed her determination to accompany him, he was reluctant – feeling an uneasy weight in his gut.

To him, it was her valued optimism and cheery personality that was a rarity and her ability that had him promise to himself he would not allow her to be harmed.

So that is why he finds himself in archives that Lilith had pointed him too. His arms across his chest and head lowered, gaze pointed downcast and position lax as he waited for his companion. The sky still bleeds red and being inside is no more comfort or a sanctuary he finds himself in.

He is consistent in his cautious behavior, his eyes scanning the area and Itachi's habit of being alert whenever a small noise emits.

Itachi is a patient man, but he also understands that Nuadoria is anything but.

absolute_logs @ 2011-02-18T14:03:00

2011-02-18T19:03:38Z

Who: Commodore Smoker [brandedjustice], Professor Kasukabe [meronymous]
What: Putting the good Commodore under ~~stealing a kidney, throwing him in a tub of ice~~
Where: Kasukabe's laboratory
When: Right before the shift.

Smoker stood outside the desirable location, fingers locked around two stubs of tobacco. The feeling in his gut was entirely wrong; the world was going to shit and here he was, putting himself under for a plan that he had no certainty of. He placed the cigars in his mouth and sucked on them, burning the charred tobacco down a couple more notches.

Since he wasn't one for pleasantries, he let himself in without introduction. The jitte was removed from his back upon entrance and propped up against the nearest wall. For a moment, the Commodore hesitated there, eyes transfixed forward. His thoughts were heavy, but he remained silent. As per usual, his brooding was his and his alone. Eyebrows knotted together tightly and blue eyes shut under pressure.

The cigars blared a deep red as he sucked on them and savored the dank tobacco. He could feel the smoke plummeting down into him and he took a step forward, heavy boots announcing him before he had the chance.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything, Professor." Release. Smoke coiled around the front of his face only to part as he trespassed into the deep recesses of the laboratory.

Hopefully, the whole plan wouldn't turn on its head. But Smoker had little faith in Nuadoria - it was only a matter of time before this whole thing bit him in the ass.

There's a fear in me it’s not showing

2011-02-16T02:29:44Z

Who: Vaan, Mutou Tohru, Charles Fei-ong
What: Vaan's the first victim of the vampire!
Where: ...in a random alley, on his way home
When: Tonight, February 15

Not that he could really tell it was super late, what with the blood red sky. But Vaan figured that being this tired meant it was way past midnight and thus, he needed sleep. Too much excitement these last few days. He'd found a place the live soon enough, but it was always a challenge to remember it again. Vaan took much longer to get home than normal, but he didn't mind. Walking around was something he liked doing. Still, he just hoped none of the monsters that people kept mentioning came out from the dark. He could fight, but darkness gave them the edge of surprise.

His gestalt followed somewhere behind him. The clack-clack-clack of hooves told him enough without him needing to look for the braegh. Stopping for the moment, he stretched his arms above his head before resting his hands against the back of his head. Man, he needed a bed soon. It was just getting too be late. With a sigh, he started walking again.