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[unforestalledreturn-a]

@fire-branded liked for a starter!

The heat of the day was oppressive in the swamps of Three Reeds. A bead of sweat glistened down the forehead of the stoic, unmoving figure clad in red leather, a sword at his hip. Rain or shine, the will of the Mothercrystal was to carry on. And by the voice of its mouthpiece, High Priest Imreann, Genesis was to negotiate the terms of this unprecedented prisoner exchange, or not return at all. Resolute, hands clasped behind his back, Genesis waited. He had done so since this morning, and every morning for the past five days. Two more, and the gracious offer to release a number of tainted souls in exchange for a priestess in whom found great favor in the Mothercrystal's eye would be rescinded. The only show of even the slightest tolerance since late history would evaporate. Just what would the Grand Duchy of Rosario decide? Surely by now they would a messenger... or at least an assassin.

[gwendolynwcde]

❛ ☾ ◟━ LOCATION: grip factory

❛ ☾ ◟━ TIME: afternoon

❛ ☾ ◟━ STATUS: closed for @nazimxgul

For a team building exercise Gwendolyn's supervising officers that were in charge of new recruits had suggested having one over at the Grip Factory. It was a good change up and different from the usual exercises and so, she wasn't opposed to the idea and decided to show face and join them. After doing a couple of rounds with the cadets and getting to know them, she finished up the last encounter before dusting off the chalk from her hands and stepping away for a water break. Going to her duffel bag, she pulled out her water bottle to take a couple of mini gulps, but stopped halfway after noticing a familiar face. Approaching the individual she then asked, "Sorry to bother, but you're Nazim Gül, right? Founder of SkyAid Technologies?" Extending her hand to introduce herself, she then said, "I'm Gwendolyn Wade, I've read and heard about your work. It's quite impressive, as well as impactful. You're such a long way from Silicon Valley or overall the West coast, are you currently here for a personal visit or for work?"

[kiigan]

starter call @the27percent

What came first, the egg or the chicken?

ㅤSomething that the humans were fond of asking each other, for some reason. The charm was not entirely lost on Tsukuyomi and, whenever in the presence of Atieno, it did converge into a semblance of sense - had the deities created the void or had they been born of it? A matter [no pun intended] that he'd never questioned his father about, for it did not truly matter to him. Sometimes, keeping alive the mystery was far more enchanting than having it inexorably subdued to fact and logic.

«Tea?»

ㅤHe asked, tone casual and carefree and as gentle as the moonlight he was responsible for cherishing; elegantly kneeling by the other being's side, the cup of precious porcelain hand-painted in tones of dark background with flowing red koi fish already being placed on the traditional low table. Casual and carefree, yes, but the deity of the Moon had ever been one to be easily enamored with beautiful objects and trinkets. And it well showed in all of Tsukuyomi's belongings, from decoration to clothes to accessories. Smiling, the poured said tea before the response even came.

«A new blend I crafted myself. Jasmine, ginger, tangerine, and cinnamon.»

[tamarieatsbatteries175]

Wow. What a rollercoaster.

[wisheswagered]

Evelyn's gaze is as sharp as a hawk's as she observes the suspicious man before her. But as sharp as it is, it's also equally as subtle - to the point where an ordinary person might not be able to tell she was studying them at all. Of course, Evelyn gets the impression that this man is far from ordinary...

"Don't you think that outfit you're wearing is taking things a little too far?" She greets him with a somewhat-sarcastic question - the bandages aren't exactly subtle. Still, there's a tension in the room that she's sure both parties are aware of... which is to be expected, when Evelyn still doesn't remember how she ended up in this manor at all.

Is he the culprit, or is he another victim? That's the first thing this "Faro Lady" needs to figure out.

"...Hmm, I suppose that was rather rude of me. Please accept my apologies... and let me ask another question instead. Who might you be?"

@kllsworn ( starter! )

[revengesworn]

"I finally found you, Mikey."

Draken has spent many hours wondering how he'd feel in this moment. Upon setting eyes on Mikey again, for the first time in so long... finally, he's met him once more.

When Mikey abandoned his friends, beating them up and spitting on their friendship in the process, Draken couldn't understand it. He'd been angry, so angry that he thought he'd lose his mind. He's been broken- devastated, crushed by the weight of despair that Mikey's actions brought upon him, wanting to know too many things - why would you do this? how did I miss this? -that he'd never get the answers for.

He'd tried. But Draken... couldn't abandon Mikey. In fact, even trying to let him go is one of the things Draken feels most ashamed of now. He knows how much Mikey suffered, and he knows Mikey - that that bond they shared, their friendship, the moments they had with each other... they couldn't have been a lie.

So Mikey must have some reason for all this. Draken has no clue what could be, but... how could he live with himself, if he didn't try to figure it out?

"You've been busy. But you can't avoid me forever, you know."

@kyukicho ( starter for mikey! )

[sandcrafted]

Lately, Isabel's been struck by a weird feeling.

It's like... the sense that she's done this all before. She's sure there's a name for that feeling, but she can't remember what it is - it's not important, anyway. What's more important is that with feeling, sometimes... comes a sense of dread that makes it hard to breathe.

More than anything else, it's irritating. Isabel's doesn't get scared, and there's no way she's gonna let some irrational delusion keep her from doing whatever she wants to do! If she told Farlan and Big Bro, she's sure they'd laugh her off, so she keeps it to herself - but it's not the kind of thing she worries over much anyway, so it's fine. Still, though. That doesn't make it any less annoying when it pops up!

Like right now. Abruptly, Isabel slaps her cheeks with her hands and shakes her head as she's hit with another cold sensation, like blood freezing in her veins. Of course, there's only one thing to be done about feelings like that... with a grin, she turns to Levi, and makes an impulsive decision as she says what's on her mind.

"Hey, Big Bro! Haven't things been too boring around here lately? C'mon, let's do something fun!"

@chaoslulled ( starter for levi! )

[mutatedangels-a]

@hellfollowed spun the underused muse roulette! ** ...and got peyton! [ based on this plot - #1 ]

"Jesus Christ, you scared the bejeezus out of me."

Peyton's voice is muffled from the other side of the glass. Somehow, her bodyguard has weaseled their way into her game shop before opening hours. Only three keys exist—one wit her, a back-up at home, and a set with one of the managers. Maybe it's time for her to upgrade her security system.

She opens the door and brushes past the other, fully intent on giving them the cold shoulder. If it's not already obvious, she wholly disagrees with having a babysitter follow her around. "It's cool if you stay here all day," she says, turning on all the lights in the store, "but could you at least pretend to not be so scary? You'll scare my customers away."

[shadowedresolve]

"Oh, Ryujiiiiii...?~"

Ann sings Ryuji's name with glee, her singsong tone filled to the brim with obvious satisfaction. With a hand on her hip, it's clear that she's very pleased about something - but what could that something be?

Smiling with a deceptive sweetness, Ann's expression suddenly becomes more playful as she looks him straight in the eyes.

"I believe that means that I win the bet. Now, come on - pay up!"

@fatexbound ( starter for ryuji! )

[strayslost]

Jono Saigiku. Elite member of the Hunting Dogs. ...Sigma has never met him before, but he knows well that he's someone to be feared.

But why is he visiting the casino now of all times? When Sigma thinks that he may have been exposed, anxiety makes his heart skip a beat - but it's overpowered by the burning determination he feels rising within himself. Of course, it's possible that Jono could be visiting for any number of benign reasons - but regardless, Sigma knows that he'll raise hell for his casino if he has to.

After all, even an ordinary man with no hope of winning can fight until the bitter end.

"I'm honoured to receive a guest of such high calibre like yourself." Sigma's tone is no-nonsense, and he radiates a sense of confident detachment to go with it. But despite how effortless his countenance might appear, it's something he's worked to the bone to achieve.

"You're welcome to entertain yourself here until your heart's content, but... I have to ask. Is there some other reason for your visit?

@moonhund ( starter for jono! )

[novastrae]

@monogatcri

" Is it always so... thunder-y here? " An innocent question with an almost wavery voice - it's felt like centuries since you last stepped foot in Inazuma // well, that implies it HASN'T been centuries. Red lips pulled into a thin line as you pondered for a moment, before shaking your head.

" That was a dumb question, my apologies. "

[butscrewmefirst]

❝ i never needed anything more. ❞ the countess wants to cry, but she's unable to. she can only hope that @crawlees understands what she means.

[gwendolynwcde]

❛ ☾ ◟━ LOCATION: outside mic drop karaoke

❛ ☾ ◟━ TIME: late evening

❛ ☾ ◟━ STATUS: closed for @ligtas

An after work special, Gwendolyn's team did like to enjoy a night of karaoke to unwind from a long and gruelling shift. Although she wasn't a frequent attender, she decided to change it up this time and join them for once. After a few hours of singing and a bit of drinking, the Chief of Police decided to call it a night much earlier than the others as she did want to have some downtime to herself. Stepping out of the establishment, she decided to take a smoke break prior to driving home as she lit a cigarette and began scrolling through her emails on her phone. Hearing the door open, she moved a bit farther after noticing that she was too close to the entrance and flashed the oncoming patron an apologetic smile, "Sorry, I should have been mindful of where I was smoking." However, her expression faltered slightly after noticing that it was Valerio, her past predecessor. "Mr. Dizon." she immediately greeted. "Were you here to belt out your sorrows away as well?" She had a long day and at this point that she wasn't sure if she was spewing out jokes or nonsense.

[kiigan]

starter call @moonsworn

ㅤEnding up the day listening to a feud between overworked employees and an entitled client surely had not been in Itachi's to-do list, yet here he was nonetheless. Waiting in line as he'd been for the past almost ten minutes, waiting for that heavenly bliss that would be a cup filled to the brim with steamy black coffee... and, in the meantime, trying to not wither inside as the spectacle unfolded. Long story short, said client was outraged to have found pieces of pineapple in their pizza slice - which might even have been a valid argument, if it wasn't for the fact that the ingredient list was literally hanging from the wall and clearly detailed everything that went in every snack option. Meaning, the awful person ordered without paying attention and was now making it everybody else's problem rather than to admit to their fault, because obviously that was what responsible adults did.

ㅤOnce the matter was finally settled, basically through the establishment's manager escorting the idiot outside and asking them to never return again, Itachi didn't bother stopping the sigh that escaped past his lips. Having to wait wasn't even the issue, especially given that he was a rather patient person; rather, currently feeling so terribly sorry for the poor cashier in particular. After receiving his own order, he made sure to drop a very generous tip in the jar, to at least try to make the person's day a little bit less horrible. And, even then, as he grabbed the cup and was making his way to a table, he couldn't help but conclude the previous argument in his head, half to himself and half out loud.

«Imagine feeling offended over fruit in your pizza. What are you going to do about the tomatoes, then?»

[sickuhhh]

@dedicatedesire liked for a horror starter! // based on the thing (1982)

"Hey." Except the word didn't come out nearly as loud as Nancy wanted it to in the large, empty lounge. She cleared her throat, which had been dry and hoarse from the frigid weather, and tried again, this time projecting more toward the other's spot at the other side of the room. "Hey." This time, she wore a soft smile and waved a bit, closing the distance between them and taking a seat on the opposite couch. Normally, she didn't come off so awkward—but it was early on in the expedition and she was new to the team, still trying to decipher the dynamic between them all.

Besides providing the occasional migraine killer and Band-Aid, she hadn't much proved her worth amongst them quite yet as the medic. But she supposed that was a good thing: She always felt like it was better to not be busy since that often meant everyone under her charge was healthy.

In theory, Nancy would have been alright spending the next three months of this expedition in solitude, but she'd made a promise to herself to try and be more social. Especially since the conditions they were all in—remote Antarctica, hours away from the next research base—were a breeding ground for stir craziness (to put it lightly). Even the best hermit would need some stimulation. "A couple of guys are coming down with a cough," she said. "Just wanted to check if you were feeling any weird symptoms? Were you on that last excavation they went on the other day?"

[wisheswagered]

For a long time now, Mike has had something dark inside him. It's bubbling and boiling and sometimes almost ready to explode - but he keeps a lid on it with a sly smile and a facade of innocent jubilation.

Of course, it's not all fake. He hasn't the patience to pretend he's someone he's not - in fact, to him, such a way of living seems like a living hell, and certainly not one he'd willingly thrust himself into. But... behind his excitable expression lies a soul that's been touched with bitterness.

The Hullabaloo Circus was once his home, after all. He considered those people his family. So when he learned the true nature of that "family", he couldn't stop the despair and the anger that took root in his heart. Of course, right now, with all of them stuck together in these endless games, he has no choice but to work together with the people he thought he knew... but it doesn't matter, really. His "revenge" is already long since over. ...What luck it is that they don't remember how it ended.

He's glad, at least, to have Murro by his side. But even that happiness is tainted, because it means that Murro is trapped as well, in a fate he doesn't deserve - not like the rest of them. As for the other occupants of the manor... it's a funny thing, that. The fact is that he doesn't trust any of them, and yet he's forced to place his life in their hands with every game they play. It's not a tense or strained relationship that they have - actually, Mike is glad for them, but it's not like he ever plans on letting his bitterness show, either.

"Well, I wasn't expecting to see you this morning!" So with a smile worn brilliantly on his face, Mike greets his newest visitor, turning around before sitting cross-legged across from them. "Something on your mind?"

@mlssamericana ( starter for any muse! )