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Spring Y3
8.29.19 - 10.13.19
by Split, 08-31-2019, 09:06 PMRE: News Archive
It's time for an update to how we handle time! Now that we are a couple days into the first season of this year, I'll explain how our flow of time will now work. We will be keeping double time, but our time will be more fluid. Essentially, from here on, you will be allowed to back date threads.

All threads from here on out will need to have a date AND time listed in the thread title. This will allow users to see exactly when a thread occurred.

Previously, if you posted a new thread, the time and date that thread was posted was the time in which that event was happening. We are altering the rules regarding timelines to allow you to backdate threads for any date in the current year. (This is Year 3.) So this year started on 8.29.19. You may date a thread from the current date backward to the first day of the year. So as today is 8/31/19, you may date a thread for any date between 8/29/19 and 8.31.19. You may not date threads forward.

So as the year progresses, you will be able to date threads for any time that has already passed in the year, but you must be careful not to break your own character's timelines. The best way to track a character's timeline is to go to their profile and click the button on it labelled "Thread Log". It shows every thread the character has ever participated in. Likewise, events that would break your timelines should also be carefully monitored. So, for example, if I posted a thread for a character dated for today in the desert, it would break the timeline if I posted a thread dated for the 29th in which they ended up dying.

Excessively breaking your own timelines or other characters' timelines is frowned upon and if done consistently, Staff may intervene. Tomorrow I will be instituting changes to leader logs and pregnancies that reflect these changes, so keep an eye out! Please DM or PM a staffer if you have any questions.
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Character OTS Katchneil
Relationship OTS Ariodeoux & Dragon
Player OTS Kaitlyn
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[AW] Bloodstained Ballgowns


#1
Delicately the woman stretched, front legs reaching out above her head and hind legs stretching out behind her. Satin sheets, down pillows, comfort, and warmth all around her faded as something sharp and hard dug into her right side. A low mumble left her mouth, delicate voice hardly creating a dent in the air. A crisp chill began to creep into her pads, beginning where they were exposed to the air from her careful, luxurious stretch.

She remembered a weight between her shoulders suddenly, and her own satin robe snared around her throat. A gasp left her, startling the rest of slumber from her body as she rocked to her paws, gathering herself up to a sitting position and cowering, shoulders hunched up to protect her throat. Fearful blue eyes saw, for a moment, the glamorous dressing room. The floor-length mirrors, the amber lights, the blush carpet, and paint job. Then it was gone when she blinked and all that she saw was dirt. Dust. Ruin. Rubble.

The startling contrast between what Miss Harmony remembered and where she was now left her muzzle parted in slack-jawed wonder. Never in her life had she been away from the city, or felt so small and alone. She looked around slowly, her little ears beginning to twitch. Her nose quivered, confusion radiating from her like it was a living, breathing creature. Slowly but surely the woman shifted herself, rising to unsure paws and looking slowly around the barren landscape. There were no plants. There were no buildings. There was nothing but a lizard scuttling along nearby and a little mouse nibbling on a seed on a rock. Where the mouse got the seed, where the mouse came from, was as much a mystery to her as to where she was.

Miss Harmony's mouth opened, sharp teeth catching the fading sunlight. She hesitated a moment, wavering in place. Her tail twitched at the tip in thought. What did she have to lose? Her life was already forfeit. She remembered the weight on her shoulders and the satin around her throat. She recalled her frantic struggle to knock the fox off of herself, to unsettle his grip, to draw breath. So much for wavering. She inhaled, wondering for a moment which would come out: a roar or a scream. Did it really matter?

A girlish shriek left her jaws, which tapered off into a whimper. She whirled about, searching the barren landscape as both lizard and mouse bolted for their burrows. Miss Harmony was lost, confused, and tears were quickly forming in her sapphire eyes. "Hello!?" She called out, her sweet voice wavering. Where was she? Was this the afterlife? Was this hell? Had she not been a good girl? Was she cursed to wander a barren, bleak world for the rest of her days? She sat down carefully again, sweeping her tail around her paws and lowering her head. She could enjoy a cry while she awaited someone to save her, or at least until she had come up with a plan on where to go from here.

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#2
Colbert was off adventuring again, taking his satchel with him, and leaving his earring in its normal spot because he didn't really notice it anymore. He ventured back to that barren plain land he'd met Magister at. It had always seemed like a bland, if not hole-y, place, but Colbert knew better. The strangers there made all the difference. Now last time he'd come, he'd met Amelia again. That fox kept running into him, and he was still unsure if that was by accident. She seemed innocent enough, but he knew better than anyone what wickedness the innocent could hide. He hoped she wasn't here today, he didn't need another moral quandary, and he didn't need another cover nearly blown if he did choose to don it.

Still on his quest to see what else he could try and fail at, as to bruise, cut, and callus his heart so it no longer hurt so much, while simultaneously staying far enough away from the decrepit once-home of Shison, Colbert traveled with sunken eyes and a gloomy disposition. He meandered, not daring to speed up lest he waste what little energy he had and end up missing something important on top of that.

For a moment, he considered looking for runestones, or perhaps some herbs to practice cooking and seasoning with. But he remembered that plants here would likely be scarce to begin with, considering how dull the area was on its own. Well, perhaps that wasn't true, perhaps there were plants here. Although whatever plants grew in a place like this, Colbert wasn't sure. Maybe he should look? Looking for runestones was probably more lucrative tho--

A scream.

It sounded rather high-pitched. Feminine. Well, it sounded like a lot of things that Colbert could focus on, but all those were irrelevant because the main point was, it sounded like trouble. Colbert sped way up, racing towards the noise. Was he missing something? Was he wasting energy? Perhaps. But perhaps not. It was all relative anyway. And relatively, a scream meant trouble and trouble was at least something to witness. Not for entertainment, no, only a demon like Shikikan watched trouble for entertainment. Colbert watched to learn, and maybe, just maybe, to assist.

A tiger woman called out, "Hello?". She sounded scared, panicked. Colbert felt a twinge of sympathy as he approached, having guessed that she had lost herself somehow and wound up here. He knew the feeling. They all did. However, caution was always well-exercised, especially in the scenario where he had no back up, no defense, and no reasonable amount of offensive power on his own. Which was now. Now was that scenario.

He approached softly, letting kindness and curiosity show in his expression, but he didn't get too close. "Excuse me, ma'am," he'd say, making his voice gentle as too hopefully let her know he meant no harm. "I am here. My name is Shelley. Are you new here?" The cover-up name slipped out and it still felt jarring, wrong. But this was one of his only defenses at the moment, he had no choice but to use it.

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Equipment:
1.) As of 2-8-2019, 10:46 PM [Pied Piper Event]: Colbert wears a little lily-shaped stud earring with a softly glowing pearl-esque orb in the lily's pistil on the outer part of the base of his left ear, with the lily facing towards his front so that all approaching Colbert from the front may see it. It should be assumed Colbert is wearing this earring in the aforementioned way unless stated otherwise.
2.) As of 7-29-2019, 5:35 PM [The Basics Thread]: Colbert wears a leather satchel that fits him quite well -- it does not drag on the ground or hinder his movement all that much. It is often dirty, but one can see that it has floral engravings all across the front flap. It is rectangular in shape, and can carry an average amount of items. It should be assumed Colbert is wearing this satchel unless stated otherwise.

#3
Cordelia's sobs did not taper until a gentle voice touched her ears. She lifted a paw, delicately brushing it across her right eye and along her muzzle, and then doing the same thing to the other eye. She lifted her head, sniffling and settling teary baby blues on the silver fox that was staring at her. He had such warm amber eyes, and a kind voice, and he was carrying a bag and... was that an earring? Her nose told her that Shelley was a man, but visually and audibly she was starting to think otherwise.

"Is-is this hell? Was I-was I not good enough? Are you here to torture me?" She let out a small whimper, sliding her legs out before her until she was laying down and could tuck her muzzle beneath one leg. There was nothing even remotely scary about Shelley, but Cordelia was not about to make assumptions. She had thought herself safe in her dressing room, had thought her admirer a simple fan who might have had a screw or two loose. She had never imaged her death at the paws of another, and had certainly never imaged waking up in hell after the fact. Waking up in hell, new to hell, whatever it was, Cordelia was not a fan of it. She was frightened, and the tears started again, leaking from her eyes. She needed a hero, and all she was presented with was another soul trapped in the vast wasteland of nothing.

Another tortured soul to keep her company, maybe? She sniffled again, lifting one paw to dab at her muzzle where the fur was damp. "I-I am sorry. I am Miss Harmony... I suppose it is nice to know the devil that will be tormenting me, Mister Shelley," she collected herself enough to speak, this time her words stuttering and stammering a little less. She could not look upon the demon awaiting her, could not view the creature with so sunken and warm eyes. How could a demon have such pretty eyes? How could a demon still look like a mortal? Where were his horns? His wings? His knives and stones and all other manner of arsenal? In his bag? She again returned to the thought that Shelley could just be the one to keep her company, though she was less inclined to believe it. Hell did not have room for two per suite, she felt. It was individual, personal. That was why her demon was another fox, though she truly did not disdain upon the small, delicate creatures. They were adorable most of the time, after all. And had just the sweetest voices when they sang.

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Colbert

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#4
He watched her panic in his presence. Really pulling his heart strings. Colbert didn't like that, but what could he do? He couldn't hate it, it was the dredges and the shambles of his past morality still clinging to him. If he ever wanted to chase any form of redemption, pointless as it may seem, then he had to hang onto those.

She whimpered, so quietly, suggesting that he was a demon, that this was hell. Poor woman, thought she hadn't been good enough. It wasn't Colbert's place to say who was good and who was bad anymore-- it never really had been, but he'd only learned that later on. Still, he couldn't help but want to smile in sympathy, for she seemed so much like him. He really didn't want to smile though, not in a way that might be understood as vulnerable, so he gave a little frown instead.

The tigress shifted into an uncharacteristically scared position. Was this how she reacted to everything, even things as small as a fox? Again, Colbert wanted to smile, or, wait, did he feel a laugh boiling and burning its way up his throat? No, that would not happen, not now. He stifled it quick, snuffed it out fast like how one would snuff out a fire in an enemy's forest. Seeing the legitimate fear of the stranger before him helped his attitude grow more somber.

Titling herself "Miss Harmony", Colbert mentally plastered the label over her eyes. Something to call her by. She seemed to thank him for his introduction, pleased  in the most fearful way that she at least "knew her personal devil". The name she called him almost rung through his ears like a bird's song normally would, which is to say, unregistered and unattended. But he caught it in its last moment, right before it soared over his head. "Shelley". That was the name of a small, ghoulish silver fox, yes indeed.

She seemed to be collecting herself. Perhaps dissuading her of her graphic notions would help the process along. "Ah, I am not here to torment you, Miss Harmony. Don't worry," Colbert said, holding his place and soft tone, adding on in thought, 'I may be a devil, but the real torturing one is big, blonde, and nowhere nearby, lucky for you.' He kept going in words, saying, "This isn't hell either, this is a land called Omne. The dead can come back to life here, though, so I can understand your confusion." It had happened to him, after all. And echoing Kimagure's first words in Omne to him almost made him shudder as a hallow chill rattled up his back.

He thought of her then, powerful, free.

Shikikan deserved to die.

Once again soured by thoughts of the ashen demon, Colbert's desires to laugh or smile or do anything beyond empathize with Miss Harmony vanished. Not into thin air, not mercifully, but like snails leaving trails of the soul they took with them as they left him. Colbert tried to maintain his original facial expression, despite the disappearance of minuscule joy.

"I can answer any questions you have as far as I am able to, if you'd like," Colbert would offer, partially out of faded habit. His offer reminded him of Karama, which made him twitch slightly. He wasn't going to give away answers to questions that prodded into his own life. Or anyone else's he cared about. Nothing would be said about the details of Shison, Okan, home, any of that. Just what he knew of this land. What she at least deserved to know now that he was here. Gods, magic, groups in general. And a warning to stay away from his home could do particularly nicely for her. For everyone, really.

Extended Signature:

Equipment:
1.) As of 2-8-2019, 10:46 PM [Pied Piper Event]: Colbert wears a little lily-shaped stud earring with a softly glowing pearl-esque orb in the lily's pistil on the outer part of the base of his left ear, with the lily facing towards his front so that all approaching Colbert from the front may see it. It should be assumed Colbert is wearing this earring in the aforementioned way unless stated otherwise.
2.) As of 7-29-2019, 5:35 PM [The Basics Thread]: Colbert wears a leather satchel that fits him quite well -- it does not drag on the ground or hinder his movement all that much. It is often dirty, but one can see that it has floral engravings all across the front flap. It is rectangular in shape, and can carry an average amount of items. It should be assumed Colbert is wearing this satchel unless stated otherwise.

#5
Cordelia knew how all the things went - she knew that devils lied. They would gild the truth with pretty words until she believed them, only to snap. Her nanny had always told her these things. Soft blue eyes dropped to the ground, staring at her paws with lowered ears. Omne. He called the hellscape Omne. "Then why is there nothing here? If this is not hell," her tail flicked, gesturing meekly at the expanse of nothingness. Craters. Stone. "Where is the city?" Her voice quivered slightly. If she had to walk for more than a couple of miles she would simply die on the spot. While she could trot across smooth concrete for hours on end, rough, jagged stone was another issue entirely.

For a moment her mind churned over how the dead could come back to life. It was a blessing, certainly, but the woman still shivered slightly at the idea. That meant that it wasn't a dream, then. She had really died. "What... what is Omne? Where is Omne? Why- why was I brought back... I- he killed me because I wouldn't-" her ears dropped back. Tears began to roll from her eyes once more and she took a sniffling breath. "I don't understand... is this my punishment for not humoring him?" She whispered mostly to herself. Truthfully the woman had no idea about the world. Outside of her own little circle the world was concerning, and weird, and she didn't understand it. She was sheltered, locked up in a gilded cage of her own making, and she liked things that way.

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