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Posted: Tue, 21/06/2022 08:07 (12 Days ago)


The early morning had barely crested over the hills when the first signs of life began to stir. It was a fairly innocuous house, broken down and destroyed like much of the rest yet its bedroom still held a bed large enough for two to comfortably rest in. With a rustle of sheets, the gentle sound broke the quiet vigil, bare feet padding gently across stone cold flooring. Scattered clothes, gingerly picked up as to not dirty or rip them any more than they already have been, too tight clothing flitting over too thin bones creating a perfect flutter of fashion. A muffled curse squeaked out in the lonely night as the person ran into a doorframe, the faint morning light barely giving any visibility in the unfamiliar room. Damp fabric dragged over flawless skin marred by the purpling blooms of the night's tryst, gently wiping off the sweat and grime that its partner never deigned important enough to do. A shaking hand roughly dabbed away and the lurch of its stomach was nothing new along with the bone deep tiredness that was commonplace after such sessions. A shiver wracked its body on the next swipe of the filthy rag which caught on a particularly ragged patch of coral scales and with a silent scoff, Eneko threw it into the sorry excuse of a sink. It was lucky that it had chosen to hunker down in Sootopolis for the time being, the running water and relatively intact buildings a blessing in the wasteland that defined most of the world, a small island nation where only the wind and waves crushed any chance of survival on the once peaceful city.

As always, the first piece of clothing to go on was its choker, an accessory that once felt like it would squeeze all the air out of its expansive lungs, a hot brand clenched around its neck as a sign of ownership but now lay contently against its collarbones. It was a warm little trinket, encasing the entire column of its pale bruised neck, shaking fingers jerking the zipper up until the metal teeth knocked against the underside of its jaw. One by one, bruises were covered up by thick fabric, each piece darker and fluffier than the last as the layer piled up. Half skirts over thick leggings which tucked neatly into chunky boots that would be wholly impractical in the water for it not been the fact that it was a hydrodynamic challenge that Eneko thrived off of. Shirts, sweaters, jackets, and necklaces all piled up one atop the other, grounding its floating mind into a warm cocoon of fashionable comfort neither prioritized above the other. From its bottomless pockets a clutch was drawn out, beaten and hanging on only through sheer stubborn spite, and full of cracked powder and half used cosmetics, the gentle application of such a luxury sparse and frugal as Eneko covered up the bloom of purple crawling up its jaw onto its cheeks and the dreaded birthmark. It was a familiar ritual by now, applying makeup in the dark while its body ached with phantom sensations, mind slowly coming back into its body and crawling out of the abrupt drop to reality it had been forced to go through.

By the time everything had been meticulously applied, the sun had peeked over the craterous lip of the city and light spilled into the ruins of a land that witnessed disaster twofold. Its shoes clunked against the rubble which littered the floor, a hollow muted sound as it crouched beside the tattered bed, riffling through the scattered clothes haloed by the morning. It was only when it finally managed to unearth the ratted brown bag it was searching for from the tangled mess that something in the room shifted, the calm morning air sharpening into an edge. It froze under the sudden shift, a beginner’s mistake, as it only drew attention to it and the mess of blankets on the mattress shifted as the man who was under sat up with sleep still fogging those dull, bland, eyes. The bleary mumble of “angelcake?” had Eneko moving again with an uncomfortable grimace, standing and clutching the bag firmly in its grasp.

“I’m just taking your payment.” It said curtly, looping the strap around its shoulder. It wasn't all too heavy, a shame, but it would be more than enough. Sleepy eyes seemed to sharpen at that, a frantic shuffle of clothes accompanying the leisurely clop of boots picking its way towards the blown out wall on the other side of the room. Stepping out and basking in the gentle sun, Eneko contemplated which way to go next. Leaving Hoenn wasn't a bad idea in its opinion, with its limited resources and ruined landscape, it was more of a final resting place more than a place of survival. In the first place, this island had always been plagued with heavy weather and natural disasters, the raging pokemon only destroyed what semblance of peace this region had been clinging onto. Every city, by virtue of being located on costal lines and by the sea were all swept away and drawn out to sea, pulled down into unimaginable depths. Each time Eneko dove into the sea, slicing through the clear waters and dancing among the coral, the sea floor would always be littered with the remains of someone else's livelihood. A red tiled rooftop here and there or even some broken pokecenter equipment long since unusable due to water damage. It was a shame, from the storybooks that its parents had read to it when it had still been small enough for such trivial things to be allowed, they had spoken about the old world with nostalgia and wonder. To them, it was a bygone era of possibilities and intrigue, something that had once been but never will be. Still, Eneko had to keep moving if only so it could stay alive. No time could be allotted to marveling at inventions a century old that no longer worked. As it was deliberating about where to travel to next, a question that clung to it like a second skin as it dictated its every move, there was a flurry of footsteps before a dull pain bloomed along its back. It wasn’t anything excruciating so Eneko played it off as a by-product of the night before the pain began to twist and warp, drawing out a scowl of annoyance.

“Sorry baby doll, can’t let you take my entire supply bag.” Its assailant huffed, putrid breath curling around a sensitive ear which made Eneko squirm away in disgust, both at the smell and at the horrid pet name. It knew morning breath was a thing but man, none of its previous hookups had been quite so bad. Sure, it could handle the occasional jerk looking to murder it but bad breath? Nah, that’s where it drew the line. Reaching behind it, Eneko grasped the knife firmly and yanked it out with nary a whimper nor a wince, letting the blue blood drip off the edge. The wound itself wasn’t very deep despite the tremendous amount of force applied, looking no worse than a common papercut. A perk of having some of the toughest organs known to both human and pokemon was that attacks were so so so easy to shrug off, crushing blows merely glancing off it, but for some they took it as an invitation to try again. Which was exactly what its one-night stand did. Man, Eneko really should have been better when choosing their victims but old habits died hard and being a little bit of a gold digger was unfortunately one of those charming qualities. When his attempts at carving Eneko’s life and flesh out were met with only disgruntled looks and thin blue lines, the man stared at its cold grey eyes with an all too familiar fear that honestly the other was getting really tired of. “You’re a monster.” He whispered.

“Well yeah. That’s the entire reason why you wanted to sleep with me.” Eneko deadpanned, grip tightening on the bag before with a heavy swing, the other was knocked clean off his feet and sent crashing into the ruins behind them. Oddly, the body seemed to sail for much longer in the air before hitting the pocked landscape with a puff of dust and rocks. Oh well, it was probably it’s imagination, Eneko reasoned. “Fore!” It yelled out as the poor git who thought it would be smart to attack a hybrid slumped over unconscious. Dumbass. Serves him right.


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Posted: Fri, 10/06/2022 03:25 (23 Days ago)


Name:
Eneko

Gender:
No
[Any]

Age:
24



Race:
Gorebyss Hybrid

Moveset:
Shell Smash | Hydro Pump | Ice Beam | Hidden Power Grass | Dive | Substitute

Appearance:
Much like the pokemon it was hybrisized with, Eneko is the epitome of grace and elegance, a lithe and almost waifish scale speckled body almost gliding on land. It's pale pinkish skin its unblemished save for a seashell shaped birthmark under its right eye, patches of scales littered around its body, and a matching pair of white bands wrapping around its thighs. Between its fingers and toes is a thin purple webbing and gills which almost look like scars when not underwater line its ribs. The biggest tell of its inhuman nature is its stylishly styled natural bright pink hair that has almost become its signature. Much like the pokemon, its hair grows more vibrant as spring comes and after it feeds, growing dull during the winter and fall months. Perhaps a little annoyingly, its hair is in a permanent wolf cut due to the long purple-tipped fin extending from its lower skull, blending in almost seamlessly with its hair. Its sharp bluish grey eyes have a piercing quality to it, as if it is simply looking through you and judging your deepest being, leaving the impression of haughty arrogance. Perhaps it is the sharp Asian features, or imposing aura despite relatively average in height. A lessor indicator of its hybrid status is an unusually sharp tongue, more literal than one would expect. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder but one would have to be blind or lovesick to deny Eneko's natural beauty even without the soft makeup it frequently dons. It generally appreciates fluffy almost alt style clothes and accessories



Personality:
Eneko is an almost painfully obvious case of the "Cold Beauty", silent and standoffish. Its resting face of haughty superiority puts many off from even approaching them if they even pick up the nerve to talk to the almost terrifyingly beautiful creature. If they still have the courage to strike conversation, then it's blunt attitude and silver tongue certainly will drive them away. It is not only in appearance that Eneko takes after the gorebyss, but also in demeanour, viciously attacking its quarries with a sharp tongue.

Perhaps that is why in the end, Eneko is a deeply lonely person who finds solace in the water and sports. Of course it's only allowed to play "pretty" sports such as diving or gymnastics but what he revels in is punching the lights out of someone else. Violent, yes, but cathartic nonetheless. It despises being called beautiful or even handsome, the mere whisper of "pretty" enough to piss it off. With its looks always being put foremost before any skill and its personality being considered a far third, it despises such shallow conclusions, instead preferring to be judged based on its own merit other than having a pretty face. While it doesn't long for the company of others, more than happy to be by itself, it does keep other's feelings in mind and does its best to act accordingly. Though at times, even without its knowledge, its life of constant attention and advertisement has led it to develop more attention seeking tendencies, placing the spotlight on it and it only.

Still at the end of the day it is simply another player attempting to survive. If distancing itself from others is the key to its success, then who is to judge?

Background:
In an almost post-apocalyptic environment, one might think that major social conventions would have broken down, shattered and utterly destroyed like the rest of civilization. Apparently Helicopter Parents didn't apply as Eneko grew up with a team of very very paranoid "parents". As the very first successful Hybrid to be grown from the tube, its parents were always obsessed with keeping their research alive quite literally. It was never allowed to do anything other than eat and breathe, even walking was highly discouraged. Everything it learned was highly curated by its parents, down to the last calorie and the simplest words. Everything was carefully monitored to ensure that their greatest creation would survive and show off to the world the greatest scientific advancement of their time. Diving and acrobatic classes were added to show off its unnatural elegance and inhuman qualities in the best light possible.

Soon it became the poster child for lab grown hybrids, acting as a living advertisement for the wonders of genetic testing. It spend most of its time showing off for the sake of its creators, nothing more than a slide in a powerpoint presentation for why the facility should earn more funding. Just a pretty face to slap onto ads and rake in the funds. Or new test subjects, they weren't particularly picky.

But even with its immense fame and beauty, the research lab still went under and Eneko was placed into the care of its original creators, the closest to parents it ever had, and sent out to the world. There its pretty face came in handy for conning and persuading others to give them a place to stay or for other... favours. It was after one of these appointments that it finally grew tired of being overly sheltered to the point where it knew nothing outside of the scientists and the laboratory that Eneko silently slit the throats of its "retinue" before disappearing into the night. If it was going to do unsavory things to survive, then it rather do them for only its benefit, not to the benefit of others. It wasn't going to wreak itself just for the sake of others, it had done enough of that



Extra Details:
It only speaks human. While it would love to try and learn pokemon, its was never given that opportunity
Eneko is by nature, despite appearances, a very tanky creature and is capable of freediving into depths that even other water type hybrids may not be able to reach


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Posted: Sun, 29/05/2022 07:18 (1 Month ago)
Sent!
Inosuke Birthday Plush please

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Posted: Sun, 29/05/2022 05:52 (1 Month ago)
Sending!

any birthday plush please?

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Posted: Thu, 12/05/2022 00:05 (1 Month ago)


“ιт ιѕ fσявι∂∂єи тσ кιℓℓ; тнєяєfσяє αℓℓ мυя∂єяєяѕ αяє ρυиιѕнє∂
υиℓєѕѕ тнєу кιℓℓ ιи ℓαяgє иυмвєяѕ αи∂ тσ тнє ѕσυи∂ σf тяυмρєтѕ.”
― νσℓтαιяє

。ೃ⁀ :。.。:+* ˚ ✦🗡✦˚ *+:。.。: ̗̀➛

So the lady was a murder hobo, good to know. Even lowered, the grip on the knife was adjusted to be more sturdy as the staring contest continued. "And you're target is in a hospital?" Aoi deadpanned. "I'm so terrified, hurting people who are already injured. Very scary of you." They tossed around the idea of just straight up leading the two to whatever room they needed to go to and finish their business before herding them out of the hospital. They didn't actually really care about some of the residents in the long term care wards nor did the short term patients ever strike his hard earned empathy so they were willing to cut a few strings here and there for the sake of the greater safety of the hospital's residents. Well, whatever they were going to do, they'd at least like to hear from the other person who had, up till this point, stayed eerily silent. "And you? What's your deal? I'd like to know who I'm potentially teaming up with before agreeing."


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Posted: Wed, 11/05/2022 06:21 (1 Month ago)


“ιт ιѕ fσявι∂∂єи тσ кιℓℓ; тнєяєfσяє αℓℓ мυя∂єяєяѕ αяє ρυиιѕнє∂
υиℓєѕѕ тнєу кιℓℓ ιи ℓαяgє иυмвєяѕ αи∂ тσ тнє ѕσυи∂ σf тяυмρєтѕ.”
― νσℓтαιяє

。ೃ⁀ :。.。:+* ˚ ✦🗡✦˚ *+:。.。: ̗̀➛

Aoi's face scrunched at the mention of killing and an alliance. They weren't exactly the biggest fan of murdering people willy nilly without a good reason, and teaming up with someone who was hunting for a target didn't... seem like the best time really so no. no thanks. Possibly at the eleventh hour if they were still alive, Aoi would join but they doubted that the two would stay that long. They said nothing, keeping their face neutrally schooled before slowly moving backwards to allow them to continue. While neither Arezel or Andrea had stated their names, intentions, or even made any move to attack, Aoi wasn't going to take any chances and was still on the fence about the two.

"What are you doing in the hospital? Answer and I might consider joining." They finally bargained, lowering the knife as a wary sign of goodwill. There were still too many unknown factors that Aoi didn't know yet before they could trust these strangers enough to watch their back


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Posted: Wed, 11/05/2022 02:35 (1 Month ago)


Well, considering the fact that San was a bright pink cat.... that wasn't the sneakiest appearance to have. Sure, he was small and he knew when to be serious and get work done, but he was bright pink. Kind of hard to sneak around like that but if no one else wanted to step up then he would. But instead of voicing this, he simply trotted after Meka, humming happily to himself in an almost offensively carefree manner


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Posted: Sun, 08/05/2022 02:48 (1 Month ago)


Perking up as the odd little bird pokemon showed off a bruised and battered limb, San bounded over to sniff at it curiously. It didn't seem broken or anything, just a really uncomfortable injury but still he pouted up at Artemis, sympathizing with the amount of pain the other must be feeling. "I don't have berries and I don't know if this helps but I'm going to try anyways!" He chirped, flouncing away with light footsteps. Circling around a few times, San finally stood up on his hind legs and concentrated, pulling the brightest colours towards himself. There was a green shimmer as Meka's Recover was used through Assist, healing the pokemon up to full health

Except that it only worked on San and not Artemis, leaving the skitty visibly dejected through downcast ears and a drooping tail. "Aww man, that did nothing... I'm sorry." He pouted, flopping down to mope despite the severity of this whole situation. It was as if he didn't even listen to a word that Meka had said or if he did, it didn't really register with him


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Posted: Sun, 08/05/2022 00:50 (1 Month ago)


“ιт ιѕ fσявι∂∂єи тσ кιℓℓ; тнєяєfσяє αℓℓ мυя∂єяєяѕ αяє ρυиιѕнє∂
υиℓєѕѕ тнєу кιℓℓ ιи ℓαяgє иυмвєяѕ αи∂ тσ тнє ѕσυи∂ σf тяυмρєтѕ.”
― νσℓтαιяє

。ೃ⁀ :。.。:+* ˚ ✦🗡✦˚ *+:。.。: ̗̀➛

It was quiet. At least for now. So far they had only lobbed one knife at someone, hitting the other straight in the shoulder. Non-lethal, but enough for to warn them away from the hospital. Honestly, if they were trying to enter through the front entrance, what else did they think would happen? They would have to begin doing rounds soon, staying in one place was never a smart way of defending any place and that was possibly the only glaring problem with this arrangement. Aoi was only one person and the hospital was way too big for someone to defend on their own. Oh well, they only really cared about getting their hands on expensive medicine and making sure that the hospitalized long term patients would survive the night, not much else.

Idly flipping their knife, they gazed out onto the empty street as screams and cries filled the air. They wondered how many times the president had been targeted yet and scoffed at that thought before quickly banishing it. That good for nothing scumbag had some of the highest level of security even outside of Purge days, there was no way a normal civilian like them could ever hope to breach it. Picking up the knife case which rattled a little suspiciously with the amount of sharp objects shoved into it, Aoi wandered back into the Hospital. Making their way over to the pharmacy, they had no qualms about stealing a few loose packets of painkillers and antimalarials and taking them as they wound their way up to the storeroom. If they could catch some of the hospital staff, perhaps they could chat with them for an hour or so, killing some time in the process. Humming happily, they threw open the door to the spiraling staircase which elevated them to to the needed floor, taking them two at a time. So lost in his thoughts and the gentle chatter of knives knocking against each other, Aoi almost didn't notice that others were on the stairs until he turned a landing and came face to face with two unfamiliar bodies.

Narrowing their eyes in suspicion, they leveled the knife in their hand at the two strangers. "Hi there, if you're here to hurt any of the patients, I'm sorry but I'll have to kill you. If you're here to take medicine, I can give you the name and address of the corresponding pharmaceutical company or warehouse. Stealing from the hospital isn't very nice, there's patients here who really need that stuff. They have a medicine shortage right now, did you know?" They warned with a warm smile, despite how cold the words themselves were


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Posted: Sun, 01/05/2022 04:23 (2 Months ago)


Skitties were always considered weak. More of a cordinator's pokemon than anything and only useful for being cute. Everyone who had spent enough time with humans knew that and thusly liked to spend most of their time in the hollows they called home. San, for sure despised humans, always tricking him into chasing his own tail even when he was already dizzy just so that they could coo over him. That's why he liked other pokemon much better, they at least understood that he was his own entity, much more than the other skitty out there. One of his best friends, a kind dragonite who's personality rivaled even the most enthusiastic of growthlites, had been forced to fight for amusement after the a human got their hands on him. So when he found himself in a place where Legends were real and no humans were in sight, it was practically a paradise for him. Leaping up and down for a moment while completely ignoring Meka, San caught sight of his swirling tail and really who was he to not chase it?


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Posted: Sun, 01/05/2022 00:20 (2 Months ago)
Sending! Birthday plush please~

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Posted: Sat, 30/04/2022 07:08 (2 Months ago)


“ιт ιѕ fσявι∂∂єи тσ кιℓℓ; тнєяєfσяє αℓℓ мυя∂єяєяѕ αяє ρυиιѕнє∂
υиℓєѕѕ тнєу кιℓℓ ιи ℓαяgє иυмвєяѕ αи∂ тσ тнє ѕσυи∂ σf тяυмρєтѕ.”
― νσℓтαιяє

。ೃ⁀ :。.。:+* ˚ ✦🗡✦˚ *+:。.。: ̗̀➛

The room was cramped. Aoi bounced their knee absentmindedly, gazing at the slowly bruising divot in their arm where they had unhooked him from a blood drip, the device which sat innocently off to the side of the room. With a final shuffle of paper and a roll of the office chair over laminated flooring, the doctor gave Aoi a warm smile. "Alright, we're all done here, Aoi. With just a few hours to go too." Doctor Moreau trilled, giving his patient a gummy smile. "Your anti-inflammatory medicine has been sent down to the pharmacy and you can get your monthly supply of blood bags from the local blood bank. All the standard things, really." The nearby printer whirred and chugged away, spitting out a small piece of paper which the doctor deftly snatched up and scribbled on before shoving it to his patient.

Taking the prescription, Aoi checked it over and made sure that each medicine they needed was there before nodding. "Thanks, doc. I've already emailed the list to you but here it is again so do keep yourself alive in time to give these to me." Taking out another sheet of paper, the lanky patient passed it over before getting up and steadying himself for a moment as the world spun before his eyes. "See you later. Happy Purge or whatever." Throwing a lazy hand up they sauntered out of the clinic and down towards the lobby. Around them, they threw greetings to the various nurses that roamed the hallways, staying behind to chat for a while. The hospital was essentially their second home, a place where they spent most of their life living in, hooked onto respirators and other machines as their life waned and waxed.

Tonight, as they had last year, they would be spending the Purge in this very facility. It was almost humorous that the place that had healed them would be their death place but they were fine with that. All everyone thought about during during the 12 hour period was murder and protecting themselves but that was kind of stupid in Aoi's eyes. Why would you go for murder when you could break any law possible? So each year they would steal from pharmaceutical companies. Lifesaving medicine that could be used by anyone all locked away for prices higher than anyone could ever afford, all stolen by one sickly person. The board members would be furious and it delighted them to no end. Humalog, Insulin, Tramadol, it was almost a second Purge when Aoi traveled around the next day to hand out their legally stolen goods.

Perhaps the best part was that most of the Hospital staff was in on this. In return for protecting the hospital for most of the Purge, nurses and doctors would gather any extra medication that they had and give it to Aoi at the 11th hour, leaving them another hour to raid the nearby pharmacies for more before time would run out. It was a clever system, made so that the Hospital could continue to treat any injured or preform any illegal yet life saving operations during the event or even experiment on live specimens (not that Aoi knew of any of those happening no sir) A symbiotic relationship if you could count it as such. Twisted, yes, but if it ensured the safety of his family well it made him just like any other "noble" participant in this twisted game, didn't it? Murdering for the continued existence of others.

Hopping down to the Hospital canteen, they waved to some of the familiar families gathered there and to the kitchen staff before hopping up to the counter. “Hi honey,” They greeted, faux flirting with the very much taken worker behind the till. “Wanna let me in so I can get some big scary knives to play with tonight?” Perhaps it was because of their winning personality of something because the worker only snorted and waved them over which Aoi did gleefully. Hopping over to a nearby knife case, he popped it open to start loading as many as he could fit. Butchers’ knives and other heavy cumbersome blades were thrown in for ease of transportation. The others found a home in one of the numerous straps littered over their attire. Knives certainly wouldn’t solve the unfortunate reality that they wouldn’t be stopping any bullets, the main danger for anyone partaking in the Purge. Because this was America, of course everyone had guns. To ward of the bears on campus of course, fivehead what else would they be used for.



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Posted: Fri, 29/04/2022 01:32 (2 Months ago)
ʂσɳɠ Ⴆιɳɠʅιυ
ρɾσƚҽƈƚσɾ σϝ ƚԋҽ ɠԋσʂƚ ɯԋαʅҽ

There were murmurs of conversation and Song BingLiu tipped his head at the direction, not so subtly listening in. It seemed like everyone in this odd place that was neither Elysium or any place he knew of had received a gem of some sort, possibly what had been embedded on Kujira's skull. He debated for a moment the best course of action before giving up and asking the Surplice to lead him to the group. If they freaked out over a giant floating skeleton of a whale, well he guessed they could cross that bridge once they got to it

"Hello there." He greeted them, bowing modestly. "I couldn't help but overhear that you had received gems. I assume that everyone in this odd place has gotten one as well? If that is the case, would you mind telling me if there is one located on my Surplice here?" The request was punctuated by the gentle petting of one of Kujira's spinal bones as if anyone needed scarification on who he was talking about.


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Posted: Thu, 28/04/2022 08:01 (2 Months ago)
ѕαкυмα яιтѕυ
ναмριяє киιgнт ωнσ gυαя∂ѕ тнє иιgнт

"For those who are worthy"

Ritsu flinched back at the sudden flood of light, a low hiss already building in his throat. No, he wasn't going back out there, where the sunlight was sure to sap away every bit of strength from him. He wasn't ready for that again. So he shied away from the light, eyes squeezed shut as he stubbornly pressed his face into the ground.

It soon faded, thankfully, and he could finally relax. The lingering exhaustion still hung around his shoulders like a cape, and he rolled over only to be stopped when he felt something digging into his ear. It felt suspiciously like a wireless mic, a feeling so much like second nature that for a moment he just ignored it, used to taking naps before and after stages that it took him a solid five minutes to realize that he wasn't even in his unit costume. Bolting to his feet, he fumbled over the mic to map out the device. Largely it felt the same, sleek and minimalist like all of the standard ES microphones, but there was a gem inlaid in the earpiece and he paused. For a moment he wondered if he had accidentally taken a Switch headset instead, it wouldn't be the first time considering that they belonged to the same company, but running over the gem again, it didn't quite feel the same. Unhooking the device, he did a double take, seeing the gentle navy blue so unlike Aoba-nii's that it couldn't be a Switch mic. The detailing as well was so quintessentially Knights, the blue and white detailing and all.


ʂσɳɠ Ⴆιɳɠʅιυ
ρɾσƚҽƈƚσɾ σϝ ƚԋҽ ɠԋσʂƚ ɯԋαʅҽ

The flash of light had Song BingLiu flinching, curling up closer to Kujira to shield his still stinging eyes. Being in the underworld for so long really did do a number on his eyes, and the amount of light he was getting now was just veering on the edge of a headache. When it abated, he gently peeled himself off Kujira and felt the bones under his hands rattle, sending a garbled image of what was around them. Furrowing his eyebrows in confusion at the abnormal echo, he gently ran a hand over Kujira's snout. The bones were smooth for a reason, making echolocation easier and clearer but as he ran his hand over the familiar slopes and curves, his palm bumped against something odd. It was a different material to the otherworldly bone which comprised of his familiar but it was there.


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Posted: Wed, 27/04/2022 21:45 (2 Months ago)
ѕαкυмα яιтѕυ
ναмριяє киιgнт ωнσ gυαя∂ѕ тнє иιgнт

Hazily, Ritsu could spot a line of low shrubbery where shade was provided and he sluggishly pushed himself to his feet. Swaying slightly as he tried to chase away the sunsickness, he stumbled towards the direction. Plinking down within the cragly terrain, he let out a small huff of wry amusement. Even if everything had changed at least his piss poor health stayed the same.


ʂσɳɠ Ⴆιɳɠʅιυ
ρɾσƚҽƈƚσɾ σϝ ƚԋҽ ɠԋσʂƚ ɯԋαʅҽ

With Kujira's help, Song BingLiu slowly walked forward, keeping a hand on his familiar's head to help guide him. It was an odd sight, seeing someone in such traditional clothing leaning against a behemoth skeleton of a whale while attempting to feel his way through the space. Low clicks and warbbles occasionally gently rattled the whale's ribcage, soft enough to not disturb anyone but still enough for the pair to locate where each body was. One had seemed to locate themself a fairly good ways away from the rest of the group, making Song BingLiu furrow his eyebrows. It was certainly concerning if not suspicious so his gently urged Kujira around and the pair slowly made their way over to Freyja, moving at their own pace


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Posted: Wed, 27/04/2022 01:25 (2 Months ago)
ѕαкυмα яιтѕυ
ναмριяє киιgнт ωнσ gυαя∂ѕ тнє иιgнт

It was with a start and a gasping and hand outstretched for people who weren't there anymore that Ritsu awoke. For a moment, he was back in the backfields of Yumenosaki, that he had simply fallen asleep in the forest his exhaustion getting the better of him once again and leaving him weakened and wanting. But as his sight slowly returned to him, still fuzzy and uncertain, Ritsu found himself alone and in an unfamiliar place.

Glancing around hesitantly, he desperately searched for another familiar face. His friends, other idols, even that good for nothing vampire who dared call himself his kin. And yet there was no one he could recognize in a place that almost seemed designed against him. The clear open field was teeming with sunlight and very little place to hide away from his heavy eyelids. Already he could feel unconsciousness tugging on the back of his mind again, calling him back to rest.


ʂσɳɠ Ⴆιɳɠʅιυ
ρɾσƚҽƈƚσɾ σϝ ƚԋҽ ɠԋσʂƚ ɯԋαʅҽ

It had been odd to see the Underworld be torn asunder, the souls of his Lord's domain falling away from their eternal rest. Mournfully, Kujira warbled and rubbed their smooth head against Song BingLiu's arm, the unnaturally un-pocked bone gentle and soft against his touch. Death had always been a surety for those who worked for the Undertaker of the Dead, but even that finality had been taken away from them. His home, his co-workers, the souls of those he had come to love. But death was never something to mourn about and a celebration. One day, perhaps he would host a ceremony for the lost. For the hundreds, millions, all those where under his families domain. They deserved that at the very least, one final sign of respect from their guardian


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Posted: Tue, 26/04/2022 07:31 (2 Months ago)
アーチスト (Achisuto) (Japanese)

What is "Sheep" in your language?

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Posted: Tue, 26/04/2022 06:25 (2 Months ago)


"ωє ѕєяιαℓ кιℓℓєяѕ αяє уσυя ѕσиѕ
ωє αяє уσυя нυѕвαи∂ѕ
ωє αяє єνєяуωнєяє
αи∂ тнєяє ωιℓℓ вє мσяє σf уσυя ¢нιℓ∂яєи ∂єα∂ тσмσяяσω."
。ೃ⁀ :。.。:+* ˚ ✦🗡✦˚ *+:。.。: ̗̀➛

Character Name -
Harue Aoi

Age -
24

Appearance -
Aoi is a young person with relatively youthful looks. While the dark circles under pale grey eyes and unkempt hair might frighten people, especially if encountered in the dead of night, but rest assured that Aoi is simply a puppy trapped in a human body. Their skin is pale and sallow, a unfortunate side effect from their chronic illness, and other physical symptoms such as thin hair, a butterfly smattering of rashes on their cheeks and nose, and petachie among other things. Their hair is constantly being dyed so it changes colour constantly, but what doesn't change is Aoi's preference for soft oversized clothes.

Personality -
Outwardly, Aoi is gentle and soft spoken, getting along well with people they have just met. They are social and well meaning, always taking in gentle tones and warm smiles. One would have to be stone hearted to hate someone as nice as Aoi. Kind and reserved yet always controlling the flow with their soothing voice. They excel in domestic affairs, wielding knives as if they're an extension of their arm and quite proficient with a needle and thread. Perhaps... a little too well. But all those fall to the wayside whenever someone spends enough time with Aoi and learn that though they are chronically ill that doesn't stop them from living the best life they can. At times, they can fall into bouts of melancholy, spacing out at odd times and experiences minor seizures, but he is assuredly fine. There isn't anything wrong with him whatsoever. Not at all :)

Backstory -
Aoi wasn't anyone special when they were born, another number in the millions of other people. Their family was relatively normal, more bookish and reserved than the rest for sure but still normal. Their parents adored one another, shaping young Aoi as they saw how their parents obsessed over their partners. They were the perfect couple, a love that Aoi so desperately desired and received from their parents and in turn obsessively gave to them. They were born ill and while it posed no problem in their youth, keeping up with the other children in their rambunctious play, it began to take its toll as Aoi grew older. Often times they were rushed to the hospital where the smell of antiseptic and hospital beds became their home. School became a forgone conclusion as they only seemed to worsen, permanently residing in the long term care ward as their Lupus and other symptoms only got worse.

By some stroke of luck, however, Aoi recovered enough to live outside of the hospital with often check ups. There they started streaming not only as a means to get money but also as a means to keep up with the ever evolving world. They couldn't go out much with their poor health but streaming took the edge off of it. Of course, they still spent quite a lot of time in the hospital but they did have some degree of freedom. He appears to have plans for the Purge but what they are... well it'll come to pass soon enough

Password -
You know, its so mysterious. Every time I watch a horror movie, I just black out in the first minute and magically wake up when the credits roll. I dunno why.
its bc im a scardy cat who never watches horror movies lmao

Group Chat? -
Lemme innnnnnnn

Other -
Be gay, do crimes


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Posted: Sun, 24/04/2022 00:44 (2 Months ago)
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I guess we're doing this then!

Username:
Tsukoyomi

Character Name:
San

Pokémon Species:
Skitty

Gender/Pronouns:
Male
[He/Him]

Personality:
Above all else, San is fundamentally kind. While he may be over the top energetic and is more concerned with chasing his tail than whats going on with humans, San will never abandon someone in need of help. He might be mischievous, always looking to pester and lovingly bully any friends he makes, but he is a reliable pokemon to have on your side. Just make sure you cuddle him lots or he'll get pouty and clingy.

Moveset:
Fake Out | Sucker Punch | Assist | Thunder Wave

Ability:
Normalize

PP group?:
Let me innnnn LET ME INNNNNNN

Other:
San is functionally agnostic. Yes there are gods out there but does he care? Nah, he has much better things to worry about. Like chasing his tail

.... does Cookie Dough count?


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I...guess we're doing this now...

Username:
Tsukoyomi

Character Name:
Aeleus

Pokémon Species:
Latios

Gender/Pronouns:
Enby
[They/Them]

Personality:
Reserved and a bit taciturn, Aeleus is quick to judge but also surprisingly open minded because of their psychic abilities. They can jump to conclusions and assumes a lot of things mostly to their own detriment, but do their best to take in everything they can. They are a steady and reliable ally to have on your side, always carrying out tasks as efficiently as possible, prioritizing efficiency over anything else. They dislike fighting and prefers to carry others away to safety but will fight if necessary.

Moveset:
Calm Mind | Dragon Pulse | Thunder | Luster Purge

Ability
Levitate

PP group?:(Yes or No)
Already in ☆⌒(≧▽​° )

Other:


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Posted: Sat, 23/04/2022 09:18 (2 Months ago)


"ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴀ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴜɴᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ "ᴍʏ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴘʀᴏᴠɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴀɴᴇꜱ"
ɪɴ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ꜱᴘᴏᴋᴇ ɪɴ ᴅᴜʟᴄᴇᴛ ᴛᴏɴᴇꜱ "ᴍʏ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ᴀʀᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀʟʟ, ʜᴇᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴ"
ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʙᴇ ᴍʏ ꜱᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ʙᴇ ᴍʏ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ"
- Excerpts of a Kitchen Witch


𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

The sea churned gently, deceptively calm as the creatures which called the water their home leisurely swam among the vibrant life that permeated every strata of existence in the ecosystem. As things was to inevitably be, life and death's unending cyclical loop continued in harmony, neither giving to the other.

"Call the Sea Witch, quickly damn it!"

"B-but ma'am the price-"

"I don't care, call her!"

A pod of Sirens quickly scramble to do their matriarchs bidding, fan tails swaying in the water as they grab the presumed materials. "Do you think this will really work?" One young siren whimpered, hands full of aquamarine crystals each larger than the rest as it glimmered under the refracted sunlight peeking through the surface. He trailed after his sister who was carrying quite the assortment of lustrous and shining shells all taken from the matriarch's special cave. "I-i mean, the Sea Witch is just a children's lullaby right? Sure its a really popular one and almost species has a variation of it but there's no way she's real, what is the Mistress thinking? Not to mention the price...."

His mumbling were quickly shut down when his sister whipped around to bare her fangs at him, a rattling hiss making her gills flutter. "Silence, guppy. You don't get to question our matriarch's words when you are nothing but another dog. Be glad you even have gills and a tail." She spat out before whipping around and flicking her tail towards the Matriarch's cove where her firstborn brood was slowly rotting away with egg weed. No amount of medicine seemed to be slowing the infection, slowly eating more and more of the clutch until only a few remained. And so, as a last ditch effort, their leader had demanded that her pod summon the fabled Sea Witch. A ring of Aquamarine stones, each cupped in the gentle grasp of a pristine shell, must encircle a group of four, each with a pearl in their right hand. The ones in the ring then must sing in an old tongue, one that had been made by the Sea Herself may She always bless us and give us strength, and become Her mouthpiece, calling forth a witch who healed through the powers of the Sea Herself. It was a common children's lullaby, sang countless times by broodmothers to their fry and he had heard it enough times when his own broodmother had ran her claws through his sister's scales that he had all but memorized it. It ran through his head as he set down the aquamarine stones, its winking faces almost mocking him as he took care not to crack any of the shells. The surreal feeling of the whole ritual didn't even leave his mind as four sirens took point and linked hands, each right hand upturned and a single pearlescent orb placed on their palm. As soon as the circle was cleared, it was as if a different spirit overtook the sirens and from their mouth poured forth a choir of words that made his head buzz with the power imbued in each syllable. A haunting eulogy that none of them could understand rippled through the waters, Her call pleased at the offering.

They all flinched back when on a crescendo the pearls into a dust, carried away by the waves as the chorus came to and end amongst the swirl of technicolor fragments. With bated breath, the pod watched with bated breath when the debris was gently washed away, leaving only the four slumped and unconscious forms of the siren who had participated and no signs of anything or anyone who could fit the bill of "Sea Witch". Some of the sirens looked between each other, concerned murmurs rising as they pittered over the implications of such a phenomenon. The ritual was supposed to work wasn't it, the lullaby had all but guaranteed it but somehow she still hadn't been called. Distantly he could hear the matriarch barking out orders to get more pearls but all he could focus on was that the ritual didn't work. Of course it didn't it had been from a children's story after all, a simple tune made of nonsensical words that exhausted broodmothers used to put unruly guppies to sleep. Why would something like that work?

"Ah, you don't need to do the summon again. I'm here." A soft voice cut through the chaos, gentle and steady among the panic. Almost as one, every head whipped over to the source to find a creature awkwardly smiling, a clawed hand waving as if they didn't quite know what to do with their body. The water made their soft blonde hair float around their sturdy face almost like a halo of purity only aided by the soft glow the odd green rock that served as their necklace held, everyone immediately noticing the sleek serpentine body which lazily flicked back and forth to keep the body afloat, two sets of majestic horns curling around to frame a star speckled face. An Ophiotaurus, he realized with a gulp. Her guardians and messengers. Of course the Sea Witch would be one of them he thought almost bitterly. "Please, if someone is in need of healing, lead me to them." The Sea Witch curled one hand over a pouch by their side, fashioned in a shape that none of them had seen before. It was... weird and foreign, a reminder that the creature before them had undoubtedly traveled to places that they hadn't before.

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