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1. Post your character/characters.
2. Tag around! Make up a situation, pick a few from the list or use the RNG (1-12) to pick one for you.
3. Roll as many combos as you want for added horror/hilarity. Cuddling with cannibalism and birthdays? Sure! Roll mid-thread! Roll when tagging back! Have all the rolls.
4. Do this as many times as you like to as many characters as you want until you're bored with it. UNLIMITED THREADS.
5. Brief setting info here and always feel free to hit up someone if you're not sure. Rule of thumb: Make shit up.
6. Count as game canon if you want! Just have fun with it.
7. Addition! If there's something you do not want to be tagged with, please make sure to note that!

( it could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare )

positiveion

[Ion touches the crystal in his chest, calmly explorative. It was kind of Zelos to rescue him once again that way, and he really is glad to have met such a nice person. Though now he is left alone with Jade. This doesn't bother Ion in the least, save for the concern he feels at perhaps having done something to trouble the colonel. He hadn't considered the inconvenience to Jade when he'd volunteered to take the place of those less willing. It simply seemed more practical--his 'mana signature' as they'd called it had appeared a good match, and Ion's life was worth considerably less than the lives of the others who had gone free in exchange.]

[It just made sense.]

[But he also realizes that it is something he now must live with, and in that way it is something Jade must live with.]

I'm sorry for being impulsive, Jade.

[Even if he would do it again. It is his nature to be unable to turn a blind eye to those in need.]

leviathanclaw

[The New Year is fast approaching. This first New Year most people will experience in this place. How will this year end? What will the new one bring?

There are rumors, however, stirring up about the town. A few too many people are staggering about as if inebriated with too much celebrating spirit. Conversations seem a bit more one sided as moans and grunts are the only response some people will give. There is even an unsightly red hand print or two along the wall, but nothing a good bucket of soapy water and a hardy sponge couldn't fix.

But right now one of those people with eyes a bit glassy and walk a bit slow has come up to you where ever you may be. One could brush them off with a quick, polite conversation, but something about this seems out of the ordinary and eyes wander. To your left you spy: (List of random weapons, you know what to do!)
1 Crowbar
2 Baseball Bat
3 Length of Pipe
4 Knife
5 Fire Axe
6 Cricket Bat
7 Fencing Foil
8 Golf Club
9 Hockey Stick
10 Pool Cue
11 Ski Pole
12 Tennis Racket
13 Toolbox
14 Fuel Can
15 Beer/Wine Bottle
16 Newspaper
17 Player's Choice Award

What do you do? Do you realize the creatures for what they are and pick up a weapon, o' ye of grand adventure. There are zombies to be slayed. Never mind that one or two may hold a bit of recognition and that one over there is doing nothing but minding its own business chasing horse drawn carriages. Or do you try to talk with these delinquents to teach them the error of their shambling ways?

Either way, happy hunting!

positiveion

[Well that was about as exhausting as using a Daathic Fonic Arte. Ion steps out of the ritual room--if it could really be called anything so sacred--falters a moment, and then collapses, breathing heavily.]

[He just... Needs a moment to adjust to the new addition. In theory, he hopes, this thing shouldn't interfere with or destabilize his own fonon structure, but even if it does, it didn't kill him when it was attached. That's good. He saved someone else from this.]

daath-vader.livejournal.com

[The underground complex is dark and dank. Puddles of water stagnate in almost every corner, and there is an incessant, ceaseless dripping noise that echoes in the stone hallways. In this particular room, one of many nondescript stone cells, a young man(?) sits on the cold, damp floor, his hands bound in front of him.]

[His eyes are closed as if in meditation, and his posture is correct and upright. Everything about Ion is generally calm and peaceful, not even resigned or beaten down, but a kind of collected composure that usually only comes from either mental imbalance, a great faith, or a lack of awareness for the seriousness of the situation--the last is unlikely, considering the bruises on his visible skin and on his face.]

[The cult that has been using these tunnels for their base are not known for their kindness or humanity. The dark rituals rumored here are as despicable and twisted as the monsters the cult both revers and keeps sated with their sacrifices. These tunnels are home to both the cultists and the creatures they worship.]

ardure.livejournal.com

[Hey party people, we have a party going on. There's a party being hosted by The Church of Martel. Azula is pretty all right when she has to talk to the Papal Knights under her command or the stupid pope, or things like that, but...hell if she knows how to talk to normal people. So she's just awkwardly standing by the punch bowl now, taking everything in, because that's how she rolls]

((ooc; since it's a party post, feel free to threadhop or tag around or whatever and stuff))

daath-vader.livejournal.com

[Ion actually looks pretty cute in 1880's England fashion. Nothing fancy, street kid clothes, and without the official robes and girly ornaments of the Fon Master... His gender is still pretty ambiguous. But as he's been staying with the Children of Perpetual Care he's been doing his best to blend in and be useful.]

[As much as he can at any rate. He's been trying to learn the language the proper way. And it helps that he is honestly and sincerely a people person. It may not be wise to walk around London and chat up strangers, but it's also something he truly enjoys.]

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