after pain [o]

Nov 18, 2023 22:02:09 GMT

Post by CLOCKWORK on Nov 18, 2023 22:02:09 GMT

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Breath heavy, chest pounding, Clockwork's hair- usually well-manicured, picture-perfect- is sticking up, disheveled and tangled, gilded clothing tattered and stained. For a city such as Immermehr, every gear locked perfectly into place, every machine and every person operating in unison, it was certainly an unexpected sight. Embarrassing, humiliating— it would be so for anyone, but especially for him, someone who'd done his best to act presentable in front of other players since the game's very beginning.

[break] [break] Face scrunching up in disgust, he pushes backwards to rest his back against the edge of what appeared to be a cobblestone alleyway, a single clenched fist reaching up to wipe away what felt like blood away from the side of his mouth. It's not the usual scarlet color, of course, but a golden ichor; shimmering with the remnants of what he can only expect to be magic, the core beating inside of his otherwise-empty chest.

[break] [break] Eyelids heavy, he frowns to himself, wiping the rest of that golden 'blood' along the white, frilled sleeves of his own blouse. He's not in pain, but there's a dizzy feeling beginning to swirl around in the back of his head, an uncomfortable pounding in his temples as he turns his gaze to check the area behind him. Clearly, he hadn't tripped and fallen on his own; this damage, his HP already having reached half-health, is the result of someone else, whether a player or an NPC—

[break] [break] —And, upon hearing the footsteps of someone else approaching, he's immediately set on guard.

[break] [break] "Don't... don't come any closer."

open thread!! o/

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after pain [o]

Nov 25, 2023 15:45:23 GMT

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Post by HALCYØN on Nov 25, 2023 15:45:23 GMT

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[attr="class","st4rgazinglyr1"]WHEN NIGHT FALLS OVER THE SUN

[attr="class","st4rgazinglyr2"]far from city lights to the distant sound

[attr="class","st4rgazinglyr3]show me the night, i wanna lose myself. let the rhythm take control, release my mind. let me follow you.

[attr="class","st4rgazinglyr4]take me there with you

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[attr="class","st4ruser"]HALCYØN

[attr="class","st4rstats"]0050 HP

[attr="class","st4rstats"]0190 (+57) ATK

[attr="class","st4rstats"]0032 DEF

[attr="class","st4rstats"]0080 MAG

[attr="class","st4rstats"]0032 RES

[attr="class","st4rstats"]0142 AGI

[attr="class","st4ruser"]ACTIVE SKILLS

[attr="class","st4rstats"]BESTIAL STRENGTH

[attr="class","st4rstats"]BEASTBLOODED

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[attr="class","st4ruser2"]NOTES

artists! /o/

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[attr="class","st4rstats2"]CLOCKWORK

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He watches her with shadowed eyes and an air of disinterest despite the myriad thoughts swimming through his mind like sharks in the water— hungry and desperate. He watches her flit from one end of the street to the other, disappearing and reappearing like a phantom. He sees her everywhere, but nowhere, her shape fitting on every blurred face, every passing stranger. He wants to pry them open and free her, but she's particularly elusive this day.
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Why does she avoid him so?
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The cobbled ground is solid beneath his feet as he continues down a long path vailed by moving shadows, each passer by a perfect, blurry stranger bearing a sliver of her likeness. The wind is dry and hot on his skin, the scream of machines coming to life tears through the air, high-pitched and strained. He tries in futility to drown it out.
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He's pushed aside by a group of passing players, shoved into a brick wall as they rush past him with unspoken urgency, weapons drawn. They're searching, he presumes, but there's murder in their movements and Halcyøn knows their intentions are different to his own.
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Who are they looking for? He steadies himself against the wall, dusting off his shoulder as he continues off the main path, keen to avoid them further. The skies above him darken with clouds heavy with the coming rain, so his pace quickens.
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"Don't... don't come any closer."
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It's a voice, barely audible and strained and… like hers? Perhaps. The moment passes too quickly. He's taken by the desperate need to know— is she here, of all places? His steps slow to a crawl, but refuse to stop.
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"Why do you run from me?" He asks, voice impassive, but tinged with desperation— a sadness clings to every word like moisture to the skin. "Let me see you. Is it… you? Are you here?" 
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He continues to slow, and every step seems to echo as he nears the turn of the corner. "You sound pained. Yes… pained. No. Who…" He pauses gather his swirling thoughts, fights an irrational terror blooming in his chest.
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"Who hurt you…?"

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