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Manchee of Prentisstown Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 11:15 am
This clearing is one of the only breaks in the thick woods, so it seems like a sort of oasis despite the grayish grass that grows in small tufts here and there, looking like a tired old balding area that may at some point have been a meadow. It's one of the few places that animals that do something other than creep and crawl may be found, but the fur on these squirrels and raccoons is just as patchy as the grass in the clearing. Also they're rabid.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2015 11:16 pm
ᴀᴋᴀɴᴇ , ʜɪʀᴀʙᴀʏᴀsʜɪ____________________________________________
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❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀xxxxxxx T h e I r i d e s c e n t B u t t e r f l y_________________ “Doushite nigeru no, Watashi ga kirai na no...?"__________
"Sonna no kimi janai, Damashita ano hito no sei?” ____________________________________________ ════════════════════════════════╝
The woman was asleep for a few minutes after her battle. She had thrust her spirit from the arena once her old form had died and her magic did the rest. The woman laid there staring at the sky as her figure returned to it's normal state. Akane could sense the life forms around her but didn't bother to move much. She simply flicked her wrist and a wisp of deep purple energy slipped off her finger tips. It danced about the field before slowly prancing out into the form of a coyote."Tch. I should've done better. My fighting was sloppy." Akane barely uttered the words as her illusion warded against stray creatures that were tempted to get to close. Akane remained laying lazily in the grass. Her hair was messily arranged on the dirt with streaks of color still lingering from her extreme reliance on magic in her last fight. The abyssal black of her bangs that seemed to swallow the color as it faded was no match for her polychromatic eyes that never remained a single color for very long. She had not lost her fight -entirely- and was satisfied with that. She would simply relax in this moment and take the time to let the damage done to her ego mend.
Her gaze kept a steady focus on the sky above her as clouds danced around the sun for a while. The scenery was nice despite it's flaws, her kimono wasn't tightly bound and rested loosely off of her shoulders though all modesty was not lost as she kept her assets covered. Akane raised her right arm ever so slightly towards the sky with her index finger pointed lazily. There would be a small spark of light before a single monochrome butterfly would be brought to life. Its wings would flap for a moment or two as a gentle gold filled them. She watched it intently as it took to the air and fluttered about above her whimsically. Akane watched it intently for a moment before slowly dazing off under the sunlight. Despite the threat of animals, she wasn't too worried seeing as her illusion had one hell of a bite if one managed to get close enough.
She lingered there a while before choosing to leave while light still bathed the field.
[exit]
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 8:09 pm
  вeneaтн тнιѕ мaѕĸ тнere ιѕ мore тнan ғleѕн...вeneaтн тнιѕ мaѕĸ lιeѕ an ιdea...  Skinner would be walking through the woods quietly as he hummed a slow tune to himself from beneath his pristine white mask that was on his face. He would be spinning his cane around in his hands as he stepped quietly through the woods and arrived in a clearing. He would glance around as if he were expecting someone or something. There was a small skittering as small forest creatures of varying sizes and species scattered at his presence. He would crack his neck a bit as he set his cane into the soil and rested his hands on top of it, craning his head up to the skies as he simply stared. Skinner tapped his foot rhythmically against the ground as he tapped his fingers over his hand one after the other in a wave like fashion as he continued to hum without a care in the world. He would crane his head so far up that he would disrupt his balance and shift his center of gravity to the point where he fell backward. His fall backwards seemed slow, unnaturally slow. He would gently thud against the ground in the same posture as he was standing, not having reacted reflexively when he fell as he simply stared up at the sky, as if searching for something far off that he could never quite get his hands around.
And ιdeaѕ, мy ғrιend, are вυlleтprooғ...  Access://Data File ▌
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2015 8:37 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2015 11:05 am
вeneaтн тнιѕ мaѕĸ тнere ιѕ мore тнan ғleѕн...вeneaтн тнιѕ мaѕĸ lιeѕ an ιdea... Skinner would have his hands over his stomach, fingers laced together lying upon the bed of grass as he watched the sky. His humming had crawled down to whispers of a vague song that he had little recollection of ever singing, almost like a lullaby to a child. His cane and hat would be lying parallel next to him as he continued to loosely sing the verses of a song, of memories lost and forgotten. He would pick up the sounds of footsteps through the grass and a very small shift in the atmosphere. He would arch his back slightly and tilt his head backwards to stare at the female figure walking into the clearing. He would flatten his back against the ground and resume his original position of lying flat. His feet would bend so that the heels were dug firmly into the ground as he pushed off the ground with his back. He would shift the gravity around his feet to firmly anchor them to the ground while making the gravity of everything above his feet to zero, allowing for the small bit of momentum that Skinner used to push off the ground to raise him up off the ground. He would shift from a lying down position to a standing position, much like a balloon anchored to the ground by a weight as he switched back the gravity to their original values. He would bend down and pick up his hat which he twirled in his hand before dusting it off and placing it atop his head, firmly pressing it over his skull to secure it before picking up his cane in one hand. He would shift the weight of his body from one foot to the other as he observed the rather short woman who was a full foot and a half shorter than him at least, taking note of her posture and the way she talked with that air of authority. He would tilt his head to the side as she guessed his name correctly, though he had no idea who the woman was as he did with any of the other non-Horror figures in the Theater. He would speak once she stopped talking.
You are correct in getting my name correct, but who may I ask are you? As for why I'm here? Well let's just say it takes me to a place away from this place and offers some respite to think in peace. Rabid animals or not.
Skinner would set his cane vertically on the ground as it stood like a stick in mud before making his way over to the woman slowly. He would cross his arms behind his back, maybe as a mockery of the way Zara stood with militaristic attention, but perhaps not as he walked a few feet from her before walking around her in a circle like a predator stalking its prey, but with a more inquisitive intent as he turned his head to look the woman over.
And ιdeaѕ, мy ғrιend, are вυlleтprooғ... Access://Data File ▌
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2015 11:57 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2015 12:21 pm
вeneaтн тнιѕ мaѕĸ тнere ιѕ мore тнan ғleѕн...вeneaтн тнιѕ мaѕĸ lιeѕ an ιdea... Skinner would complete his circle around her as he was now once more standing in front of her with his arms behind his back as she introduced herself as Zara Zolnerowich. She didn't seemed phased by anything as he simply stared at her. Judging by the way she talked and the way she behaved, it was only right for him to assume that she was one of the guards. He would stare at her, with his mask's fox eyes and sly smile, the shadow cast by the brim of his hat hiding his golden eyes in the shadows cast beneath his pale white mask.
Zara Zolnerowich...That's a Russian name...Hmm...Well a pleasure to make your acquaintance Lady Zolnerowich. Why not stay a while and have a chat? There is so little for you to do on a patrol I would guess?
Skinner would watch as she began to start smoking a cigarette. He would reach into his pocket as he pulled out a golden pocketwatch. He would flip the cover open as he stared at the still clock hands that had long since stopped ticking. He would stare at the pocketwatch's picture attached beneath the cover, of a man with his faced scratched out and a woman and female child in a family photo. Skinner still wasn't quite sure who they were though something nagged at his mind that he may know them. He would pause for a second before flipping the pocketwatch closed and pocketing the watch once more.
And ιdeaѕ, мy ғrιend, are вυlleтprooғ... Access://Data File ▌
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 12:20 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 12:54 pm
вeneaтн тнιѕ мaѕĸ тнere ιѕ мore тнan ғleѕн...вeneaтн тнιѕ мaѕĸ lιeѕ an ιdea... Skinner would tilt his head off to the side as she was speaking to the other guards through her radio. He would remain silent as he tapped his foot against the grass lightly and in a rhythmic fashion, his never changing expression continuing to stare at her. He watched her mannerisms and took note of the way she spoke before snapping his head back to its upright position when she redirected her attention back to him. He raised his index finger to where his mask was curled upwards in a smile and tapped it a few times as if he was thinking something over. He would lower his hand before speaking in his light hearted tone.
Well I would have asked if you'd like to dance, but seeing as how you seem busy, I suppose a small chat would suffice. Tell me, Lady Zolnerowich...Why are you here?
Skinner tilt his head off to the side as he had his arms behind his back, staring at her as if he were trying to pierce her very mind and soul with his gaze as he tried to pick apart this human guard.
And ιdeaѕ, мy ғrιend, are вυlleтprooғ... Access://Data File ▌
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 2:14 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 2:57 pm
вeneaтн тнιѕ мaѕĸ тнere ιѕ мore тнan ғleѕн...вeneaтн тнιѕ мaѕĸ lιeѕ an ιdea... Skinner chuckled lightly as Zara began to speak about why she was here. Such a boring reason as to why anyone in their right mind would want to come to an island full of murderous, psycopathic monsters for a simple reason such as wealth and fitness obviously struck his funny bone. Either she was just as crazy as the Theater's inhabitants or there was some other ulterior motive for her presence. Skinner would fold his arms in front of his chest as he tilted his head to the other side. He would giggle a bit as she also spoke about his offer to dance with him which she declined.
My dear lady, surely you aren't just here for mere monetary and physical value...Any who, there is no such thing as not being able to dance at all. All people have the capacity to dance, it's just something practiced.
Skinner would hum a light waltz tune as he stepped left and right and forward and back while waltzing with an invisible figure around Zara. Despite his rather large figure, he would waltz gracefully around Zara like a leaf in the wind. He would complete a full circle of waltzing around Zara with his back turned to her before he paused at her comment about how he 'fared in the environment' he would look to the sky briefly before slowly turning around, his light waltz tune hum fading as he spread his feet a shoulder with a part and tapped where his mouth would be with a gloved finger, pausing for a moment and thinking over the question. How did he exactly manage to fare here? He would stare at the ground briefly before turning his attention fully to Zara. He would step closer to her before leaning forward down to her eye level.
When you have an inexplicable void in your heart; one that feels as if anything you held dear and loved with all your existence had been ripped out of your body and very soul...You don't pay attention to your surroundings, simply what you do to fill that void. We may be monsters here in this theatre, but it is a place where we are accepted as opposed to the world that I once belonged to where every living soul around me hated me and despised me for my very existence upon their world. Compare the Theater and that, and you'll find that this place is much more pleasant than anything I could ever hope to find.
And ιdeaѕ, мy ғrιend, are вυlleтprooғ... Access://Data File ▌
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 4:09 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 4:59 pm
вeneaтн тнιѕ мaѕĸ тнere ιѕ мore тнan ғleѕн...вeneaтн тнιѕ мaѕĸ lιeѕ an ιdea... The faint glint of Skinner's pale yellow eyes could be barely seen from the shadows cast on his face from his mask as he stared at Zara who in turn was staring right back at him. He did not speak, merely stared, for a brief time as if he was trying to read into her mind to peer into what she may be thinking. But of course there was absolutely no chance of that since he was no psychic, though that was the common misconception with his abilities as a Horror to make things appear to be levitating. Skinner however was watching all her body gestures and listening to the way she spoke. He would pull back as he stood back to his full height and spoke
Perhaps void was a bit of an exaggeration...Maybe a very deep hole would be a bit more optimistic. A void is all consuming, a hole can be filled...But then again what is hope and optimism to poor misbegotten souls like myself. Oh... And Lady Zolnerowich...Don't force a smile; it makes you age faster whereas a genuine smile keeps you young. Wouldn't want that lovely face of yours getting wrinkly any time soon now would we?
Skinner would take a moment to readjust his bowtie on his neck as he straightened out his jacket and dusted himself. He would look off to the side as woodland creatures scurried in and out of the shadows, chittering and twittering among the trees that listened to every word said. He would be gazing off into the distance, to the sky as he listened to Zara speak of her past incident involving an airplane crash. He would turn back to her as she ended her sentence before speaking.
Well to survive such an ordeal would be nothing short of a miracle. It's not everyday you are reborn anew and given a second chance...Well actually this place completely contradicts that statement...Surely God has plans for you...Tell me...Lady Zolnerowich...Do you believe in a God...?
And ιdeaѕ, мy ғrιend, are вυlleтprooғ... Access://Data File ▌
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 6:39 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 8:11 pm
вeneaтн тнιѕ мaѕĸ тнere ιѕ мore тнan ғleѕн...вeneaтн тнιѕ мaѕĸ lιeѕ an ιdea... Skinner watched as Zara circled him, still watching that militaristic posture with which she walked.Skinner nodded as he looked to the sky after hearing Zara speak. He himself did not believe in a God, but he did believe that there was something pulling the strings and manipulating events that had led him to the Theater, and everyone else that was here as well. Whatever force may be guiding them, Skinner didn't pay heavy detail to. His memory was short and fading. There was little he could say as it would simply disappear from his mind given enough time passed. He would let out a hearty sigh that sounded more like relief than anything before speaking and letting out a small chuckle at the end of his sentence
What a pleasant place it would be if this world had no sorrow, no pain to feel. Just smiles and laughter.
Skinner would step back as he turned his back to Zara and walked over to where his cane was still standing vertically from the ground a few feet away. He would grab it with one hand as he turned back to Zara and stepped over to her, the cane now firmly tucked beneath one of his arm pits as he tipped his hat to readjust it on his his head. He would flip out his cane from his arm as he flicked his wrist quickly. The hilt of the cane would click as the silver blade hidden within revealed itself. He would point it at Zara's chest with one arm held behind his back. He would pause as he flicked the blade off to the side, the silver blade glimmering in the light as he pointed it upward towards the sky. He stared at it for a period of time. If one were to look closely they would notice hundreds of metal shards that were bound together by Skinner's control over gravity. As such it shimmered like a gem with its many facets as Skinner chuckled a bit and sheathed the blade back in his cane and held the shaft to tilt the brim of his hat upwards a bit with its handle.
It's as that saying goes...No rest for the wicked...
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