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Heidi Layne remained quietly in her seat. She had the weirdest sense of Deja vue and was afraid to acknowledge what was happening here. Even with having experienced so much, she had a hard time following everything that was going on before. She wasn't like everyone else. She was different. They didn't have to deal with being sick, just her. She had been there for so much, but even being in the middle of it felt surreal. The only thing she really understood was the end. Crestatia had taken the voices away. She got to see what it was like to be like everyone else for a brief period in time, but the came back. They came back hard. The return of the voices came at the same time that Altair died and Heidi didn't know how to deal with that. She had somehow been managing. . . until the sacrifice. Heidi reached for her throat and rubbed the spot on her neck where the vague memory still lied. There was no longer the warm wet feeling of her blood running down her chest. There was no scar. Nothing. She was alive again for some reason. Not another game. Heidi couldn't handle another game. The first one was bad enough. Death had a cold sensation, like her insides had been turned to ice. She didn't want to go through that again. "Whoa there, gotta be careful." she heard a familiar voice say. Heidi's head snapped up, searching for the owner. She was hearing things, right? Brown eyes locked onto a face she could never possibly forget. He was here. He was here and she wasn't alone. She wasn't dead anymore and neither was Altair. Her breath caught in her throat and she stood shakily to her feet. It felt like it had been ages since she last saw Altair. "Altair," she tried once, but her voice was but a whisper. Heidi cleared her throat to try again. Not again. He should have just remained dead. It was better that way. We had more fun that way. He just got in our way. Don't you agree? I didn't have fun with you. I had fun with Altair and Harley and Anthony and Zoey. I had fun with the others. I miss the others. I don't wanna play the game again. Too late. It looks like it's already happening. She stifled a sob and turned in the other direction, towards the door. She wasn't ready to do it again. Heidi didn't want to lose everyone again. She didn't mind dying as long as everyone else was happy. Why couldn't they all be happy? She ran into the hall, not sure of where to go. Heidi hadn't really spent much time in school. She was always being shipped back to the psych ward and she wasn't technically a student at Brooke Ridge so classes were never attended there. She stumbled through the hall, her hand on the wall to support herself. What if she hurt someone again? She didn't have medication here. Her gaze dropped to her wrists, the scars prominent against her pale skin. How many times had she tried to die on her own, before the others killed her? Would these ones try to kill her as well? That'ssssss why you should kill them first. Don't you want to live this time? If you get rid of everyone else, we won't complain about the boy. You know you want to. You're itching to do it. Kill them. Kill them. KILL THEM! She raised her hands to her ears to drown out the noise, but the voices were within her. There was no way to silence them. She had already been broken. She had already given them control. It was bound to happen again.
There was the sound of footsteps and Renée lifted her head to see some girl marching towards her. She was definitely older, probably by a couple of years. The older girl stopped in front of her and immediately began to speak. ⦇So, what's up your butt? You seem disappointed. Not enough people giving a crap about your attempt at a speech? It's okay, just practice and get a new look and you'll be good.⦈ Was this girl trying to make her mad? Renée cocked her brow in confusion. Jokes on her! Any attention made Renée happy, it didn't matter if it was good or bad. ⦇I'm Sarah, by the way, the one person that knows what I'm doing most of all of us. Nice to meet you.⦈ Renée's lips parted into a smile and she jumped to her feet. ⦇Hi Bitch-chan. Nice to meet you.⦈ she greeted in reply, still smiling. ⦇If you know what's going on, do you care to explain to everyone else? You have a nice face. Next time I get some supplies, I would really love to paint the face of an old hag and you fit it perfectly.⦈ She laughed internally and continued to smile up at the girl with bright, pleased, blue eyes. No one offended Renée. She was used to scoldings and harsh words. People thought the way she talked and behaved was weird, but she liked herself just the way she was. However, she was slightly missing the praise and approval of everyone back home. They were genuinely nice to her and didn't try to smart off to her face. Renée rested her clay-free hands on her hips, looking proud and defiant.
There was the sound of footsteps and Renée lifted her head to see some girl marching towards her. She was definitely older, probably by a couple of years. The older girl stopped in front of her and immediately began to speak. ⦇So, what's up your butt? You seem disappointed. Not enough people giving a crap about your attempt at a speech? It's okay, just practice and get a new look and you'll be good.⦈ Was this girl trying to make her mad? Renée cocked her brow in confusion. Jokes on her! Any attention made Renée happy, it didn't matter if it was good or bad. ⦇I'm Sarah, by the way, the one person that knows what I'm doing most of all of us. Nice to meet you.⦈ Renée's lips parted into a smile and she jumped to her feet. ⦇Hi Bitch-chan. Nice to meet you.⦈ she greeted in reply, still smiling. ⦇If you know what's going on, do you care to explain to everyone else? You have a nice face. Next time I get some supplies, I would really love to paint the face of an old hag and you fit it perfectly.⦈ She laughed internally and continued to smile up at the girl with bright, pleased, blue eyes. No one offended Renée. She was used to scoldings and harsh words. People thought the way she talked and behaved was weird, but she liked herself just the way she was. However, she was slightly missing the praise and approval of everyone back home. They were genuinely nice to her and didn't try to smart off to her face. Renée rested her clay-free hands on her hips, looking proud and defiant.
Instead of a cold hard floor, Renée felt warmth envelop her. The strong capable arms of a boy her age supported the clumsy teen. Her face reddened as she gave him a nod. ⦇Thanks for that,⦈ she replied, a bit embarrassed. Too bad it hadn't been someone like Dio-senpai. She probably would have fainted out of sheer awesomeness. Renée smiled at her savior and stood properly on the floor. From down here, he was much taller than her. That was disappointing. She kind of liked being higher up than anyone else. It made her feel important and totally awesome. She wondered if that was what it would be like when her sculpting career eventually took off. It wasn't a matter of if, but when. She could definitely do it. She was great and there was no one that -- right! Sculpting wasn't important right now (even though sculpting was always important). Another boy approached her in what appeared to be a failed attempt to save her. See? They were paying attention to her now. ⦇You might want to step down. I wouldn't want to see you get hurt over something as simple as falling off a stool. If you need the height may I suggest that stepping stool over by the front board? I think it's supposed to help shorter people with writing but I think it may help you with this particular dilemma... the need to be seen? We'll still see you.⦈ the boy advised her, but it just kind of grit Renée the wrong way as he stepped back to where he came from. Renée heard a strange wheezing noise coming from over by the window and turned to see a girl still freaking out. She scrunched her thin golden eyebrows and marched towards the girl that was gasping for air. Her hands clasped over the other girl's and she took slow steady breaths. ⦇Do it with me.⦈ she instructed softly. In and out, Renée continued to take the slow steady breaths until the other girl began to calm down. ⦇See?⦈ she smiled, ⦇It's okay now.⦈ Renée could see he reflect in the clear blue eyes staring back at her. The annoying trombone music seemed to grow louder behind her and Renée wrinkled her nose in displeasure. She pressed her lips together and freed the other girl's hands in her lap. Renée patted her hooded head and examined the girl curiously. ⦇Those are some weird clothes you got on. Were you at some sort of costume party?⦈ The girl just stared back at her, confusion written all over her face. She opened her mouth to speak and then closed it immediately after. Renée huffed in disappointed. The girl didn't want to talk to her even though she was so awesome and just helped her. Fine! Renée didn't really care either way. She marched back over to her desk and sat down on her chair pouting.
Instead of a cold hard floor, Renée felt warmth envelop her. The strong capable arms of a boy her age supported the clumsy teen. Her face reddened as she gave him a nod. ⦇Thanks for that,⦈ she replied, a bit embarrassed. Too bad it hadn't been someone like Dio-senpai. She probably would have fainted out of sheer awesomeness. Renée smiled at her savior and stood properly on the floor. From down here, he was much taller than her. That was disappointing. She kind of liked being higher up than anyone else. It made her feel important and totally awesome. She wondered if that was what it would be like when her sculpting career eventually took off. It wasn't a matter of if, but when. She could definitely do it. She was great and there was no one that -- right! Sculpting wasn't important right now (even though sculpting was always important). Another boy approached her in what appeared to be a failed attempt to save her. See? They were paying attention to her now. ⦇You might want to step down. I wouldn't want to see you get hurt over something as simple as falling off a stool. If you need the height may I suggest that stepping stool over by the front board? I think it's supposed to help shorter people with writing but I think it may help you with this particular dilemma... the need to be seen? We'll still see you.⦈ the boy advised her, but it just kind of grit Renée the wrong way as he stepped back to where he came from. Renée heard a strange wheezing noise coming from over by the window and turned to see a girl still freaking out. She scrunched her thin golden eyebrows and marched towards the girl that was gasping for air. Her hands clasped over the other girl's and she took slow steady breaths. ⦇Do it with me.⦈ she instructed softly. In and out, Renée continued to take the slow steady breaths until the other girl began to calm down. ⦇See?⦈ she smiled, ⦇It's okay now.⦈ Renée could see he reflect in the clear blue eyes staring back at her. The annoying trombone music seemed to grow louder behind her and Renée wrinkled her nose in displeasure. She pressed her lips together and freed the other girl's hands in her lap. Renée patted her hooded head and examined the girl curiously. ⦇Those are some weird clothes you got on. Were you at some sort of costume party?⦈ The girl just stared back at her, confusion written all over her face. She opened her mouth to speak and then closed it immediately after. Renée huffed in disappointed. The girl didn't want to talk to her even though she was so awesome and just helped her. Fine! Renée didn't really care either way. She marched back over to her desk and sat down on her chair pouting.
Renée was thoroughly enjoying the show. Everyone was arguing and crying and professing their friendship, it was beautiful. However, no one was paying attention to her. Her senpais weren't here and no one seemed to acknowledge her existence. Everyone should acknowledge her existence! She was great! Why weren't they looking at her? That would not do. Instead, she decided she would make them pay attention to her. The strange voice she heard when she was sleeping had said something about this being easy. If they all stopped freaking out, maybe they could figure out what was going on. ⦇Didn't you hear the voice? They said Annihilation Angel was the teacher and Harbonah is the one. Unless someone else here is supposed to lead or something.⦈ Renée shook her head. No, no, no! Pay attention to me! Not the girl with the crazy cosplay getup. She pushed her seat back and carefully climbed on top of it so that she was higher up than most of the others. She whistled with all her might and began to wave her hands around to signal their attention. When they were finally looking, there was a smug grin on her face. Much better. She cleared her throat and smoothed out the wrinkles in her shirt before proceeding. ⦇Now that everyone is finally looking at me, I think it's time you all calm down. Everyone heard the same strange voice in their head right?⦈ She waited for them all to nod and mummer their replies. ⦇Okay. So instead of freaking out, we could just like . . . go along with it, ya know? I'm sure we'll start to like, get some clues or something if we go along with what the voice said. I dunno what everyone else's deal is, but it seems like fun. I mean, it gave us a place to live. That seems awfully considerate and stuff.⦈ She held up her own apartment key for them all to see and stuck it in her pocket. ⦇So um . . . yeah. Introductions might be good and all that jazz. I'm Renée by the way. None of you should forget it because of how awesome I am. I'm like really good at art and stuff and -- whoa!⦈ Renée had been teetering back and forth on the chair as she talked. Her nerves were revved up to max power and now she was starting to fall backwards.
Renée was thoroughly enjoying the show. Everyone was arguing and crying and professing their friendship, it was beautiful. However, no one was paying attention to her. Her senpais weren't here and no one seemed to acknowledge her existence. Everyone should acknowledge her existence! She was great! Why weren't they looking at her? That would not do. Instead, she decided she would make them pay attention to her. The strange voice she heard when she was sleeping had said something about this being easy. If they all stopped freaking out, maybe they could figure out what was going on. ⦇Didn't you hear the voice? They said Annihilation Angel was the teacher and Harbonah is the one. Unless someone else here is supposed to lead or something.⦈ Renée shook her head. No, no, no! Pay attention to me! Not the girl with the crazy cosplay getup. She pushed her seat back and carefully climbed on top of it so that she was higher up than most of the others. She whistled with all her might and began to wave her hands around to signal their attention. When they were finally looking, there was a smug grin on her face. Much better. She cleared her throat and smoothed out the wrinkles in her shirt before proceeding. ⦇Now that everyone is finally looking at me, I think it's time you all calm down. Everyone heard the same strange voice in their head right?⦈ She waited for them all to nod and mummer their replies. ⦇Okay. So instead of freaking out, we could just like . . . go along with it, ya know? I'm sure we'll start to like, get some clues or something if we go along with what the voice said. I dunno what everyone else's deal is, but it seems like fun. I mean, it gave us a place to live. That seems awfully considerate and stuff.⦈ She held up her own apartment key for them all to see and stuck it in her pocket. ⦇So um . . . yeah. Introductions might be good and all that jazz. I'm Renée by the way. None of you should forget it because of how awesome I am. I'm like really good at art and stuff and -- whoa!⦈ Renée had been teetering back and forth on the chair as she talked. Her nerves were revved up to max power and now she was starting to fall backwards.
Roslind Dyle sat in her chair with a vacant look in her pale blue eyes. Her cloak was pulled tightly against her body and her hands trembled. This wasn't the woods. She'd seen some strange magic, but not like this. This sort of sorcery was not something that could be produced in Myamar. The sell-sword did not appear to be here and everyone in the room was dressed peculiarly. The way they talked also had a strangeness to it, but not nearly as much as the items in the room. There were some sort of magic lights on the ceilings that did not require flames, a strange painted wall had writing on it in a language she was unfamiliar with, the writing desks were made out of metal, and their were an awful lot of books for a room that did not appear to be a library. Her mind couldn't seem to catch up with it all. Unlike some of the others, she had no companion. The sell-sword wouldn't be so bad right now. At least then she wouldn't feel so alienated. Roslind tried to open her mouth to speak, but she couldn't find the words. Words were her power. As a priestess she had all the same basic healing skills that everyone else had, but her words were different. If she commanded someone to do something, it was almost impossible for them to refuse. She wanted to demand that they explain what was going on, that they tell her what kind of sorcery could do this, but she couldn't find the words. Roslind reached for her throat and started to panic. She couldn't breathe. She clawed at the collar of blouse and began hyperventilating. Roslind shook in her chair, pale blue eyes bouncing from face to face. This was too much. She had to deliver the letter to the King's Court before it was too late. The monsters of the North Forest would be attacking soon. Why couldn't she find her words??
Roslind Dyle sat in her chair with a vacant look in her pale blue eyes. Her cloak was pulled tightly against her body and her hands trembled. This wasn't the woods. She'd seen some strange magic, but not like this. This sort of sorcery was not something that could be produced in Myamar. The sell-sword did not appear to be here and everyone in the room was dressed peculiarly. The way they talked also had a strangeness to it, but not nearly as much as the items in the room. There were some sort of magic lights on the ceilings that did not require flames, a strange painted wall had writing on it in a language she was unfamiliar with, the writing desks were made out of metal, and their were an awful lot of books for a room that did not appear to be a library. Her mind couldn't seem to catch up with it all. Unlike some of the others, she had no companion. The sell-sword wouldn't be so bad right now. At least then she wouldn't feel so alienated. Roslind tried to open her mouth to speak, but she couldn't find the words. Words were her power. As a priestess she had all the same basic healing skills that everyone else had, but her words were different. If she commanded someone to do something, it was almost impossible for them to refuse. She wanted to demand that they explain what was going on, that they tell her what kind of sorcery could do this, but she couldn't find the words. Roslind reached for her throat and started to panic. She couldn't breathe. She clawed at the collar of blouse and began hyperventilating. Roslind shook in her chair, pale blue eyes bouncing from face to face. This was too much. She had to deliver the letter to the King's Court before it was too late. The monsters of the North Forest would be attacking soon. Why couldn't she find her words??
The occupants of the classroom started to become more active, but Bonnie just continued to cling to Adam. She had spent too long in Heaven without him, but after being stabbed in the neck she had become wary of visiting Earth too often. Even if the annoying bastard that had done it was now dead. Speaking of annoying bastards, there was some puny human girl attempting to command everyone's attention. Bonnie lifted her head to look at the girl that was speaking. Please. As if some mere human had the power to strip her of her wings and take her magic. Harbonnah rolled her eyes. ❝ Well, well, well; looks like the lovebirds are here as well. ❞ She recognized that cocky annoying voice almost immediately. Harbonnah pulled away from Adam's chest, but remained wrapped around his arm. Her eyes squeezed shut and she stuck her tongue out at Alistair Grey in annoyance. ❝ You know, I never really liked you. ❞ she snapped at him. She never understood what Lu saw -- or didn't see -- in him. Bonnie turned away from the Angel of Death to search for any more familiar faces. Whoever did bring them here, brought a lot of unfamiliar faces. However, there were two more that she did recognize. Semyaza, who had last been taking residence within Adam, and that little Joslyn girl that Lucifer had made so much fuss over. Harbonnah ran her fingers through her long hair and pursed her lips. ❝ Alistair, Adam, Semyaza, Joslyn, and myself. This isn't Heaven's magic and the Morning Star's minions could never pull something like this off, so where are we? ❞ she asked to no one in particular. ❝ You, ❞ she pointed to the man that had told the young human girl to shut up and was talking to Alistair a moment before, ❝ you're acquainted with Azrael's host? ❞ she asked, eyebrow raised.
The occupants of the classroom started to become more active, but Bonnie just continued to cling to Adam. She had spent too long in Heaven without him, but after being stabbed in the neck she had become wary of visiting Earth too often. Even if the annoying bastard that had done it was now dead. Speaking of annoying bastards, there was some puny human girl attempting to command everyone's attention. Bonnie lifted her head to look at the girl that was speaking. Please. As if some mere human had the power to strip her of her wings and take her magic. Harbonnah rolled her eyes. ❝ Well, well, well; looks like the lovebirds are here as well. ❞ She recognized that cocky annoying voice almost immediately. Harbonnah pulled away from Adam's chest, but remained wrapped around his arm. Her eyes squeezed shut and she stuck her tongue out at Alistair Grey in annoyance. ❝ You know, I never really liked you. ❞ she snapped at him. She never understood what Lu saw -- or didn't see -- in him. Bonnie turned away from the Angel of Death to search for any more familiar faces. Whoever did bring them here, brought a lot of unfamiliar faces. However, there were two more that she did recognize. Semyaza, who had last been taking residence within Adam, and that little Joslyn girl that Lucifer had made so much fuss over. Harbonnah ran her fingers through her long hair and pursed her lips. ❝ Alistair, Adam, Semyaza, Joslyn, and myself. This isn't Heaven's magic and the Morning Star's minions could never pull something like this off, so where are we? ❞ she asked to no one in particular. ❝ You, ❞ she pointed to the man that had told the young human girl to shut up and was talking to Alistair a moment before, ❝ you're acquainted with Azrael's host? ❞ she asked, eyebrow raised.
Paranoid. Hermit. Weirdo. Conspiracy Theorist. Recluse. None of these words were anything new to Maybelle. She had been hearing the uttered by most everyone that had ever come in contact with her for her entire life. None of this was anything new. The words didn't hurt her anymore. They were just words and she was right. Everyone mocked and teased her, but when shit started to get weird two years ago, she was one of the first out of the city. She grabbed her doomsday bag and booked it to her cabin in the woods. At first it was just a matter of riding out the disease. Maybe only used bottled water and spent little time near others. Whenever she had to go to the grocery store, there was always a mask on her face. She couldn't risk it. People were getting sick, turning purple, and dying. There was still no honest answer as to what was causing this epidemic, just lots of speculation. She couldn't risk being another number on the charts about how many have lost their lives to the unknown plague, not when she had prepared. Two years of little interaction started to make her a bit awkward. Maybe was a weird person to begin with and when weird people had no social connections, they became weirder. Her hair grew long and wild. She had deep conversations with the forest critters about the nuclear explosions. The word alien hardly fazed her when she heard the strange voices on the radio. She was utterly numb. They were going to die in a month. If only someone had listened to her sooner. Why was it so hard to believe that there were other intelligent lifeforms out there somewhere? The universe was infinite. Far beyond the reaches of our best technology held a world where a more advanced being lived. She would have loved to see it, given the opportunity. Now, however, they were all going to die. Surviving the plague was meaningless now. If only there was something that could be done. Even if the entire worlds' leaders banned together, they wouldn't be able to do anything. That flying train-like spaceship was visible in the sky, but the aliens were probably at zero risk being even that close to the humans. They weren't afraid. If they had anything to fear, they wouldn't have come here. Or at the very least, they wouldn't have come hostile. This was a being that could dominate and destroy them. They already were. Parts of the world were being blown up and other parts were being riddled with disease. They were probably giving mankind a month to live as their own sick twisted joke. They could destroy the earth in much less time than that. This was about pleasure. They were enjoying watching the people of Planet Earth suffer and it made Maybe sick to think about. Instead, she would just sit there in the snow drawing pictures of the world ending. DAY: ONE ✖ OOC: ___ ✖ INTERACTION: ___
Paranoid. Hermit. Weirdo. Conspiracy Theorist. Recluse. None of these words were anything new to Maybelle. She had been hearing the uttered by most everyone that had ever come in contact with her for her entire life. None of this was anything new. The words didn't hurt her anymore. They were just words and she was right. Everyone mocked and teased her, but when shit started to get weird two years ago, she was one of the first out of the city. She grabbed her doomsday bag and booked it to her cabin in the woods. At first it was just a matter of riding out the disease. Maybe only used bottled water and spent little time near others. Whenever she had to go to the grocery store, there was always a mask on her face. She couldn't risk it. People were getting sick, turning purple, and dying. There was still no honest answer as to what was causing this epidemic, just lots of speculation. She couldn't risk being another number on the charts about how many have lost their lives to the unknown plague, not when she had prepared. Two years of little interaction started to make her a bit awkward. Maybe was a weird person to begin with and when weird people had no social connections, they became weirder. Her hair grew long and wild. She had deep conversations with the forest critters about the nuclear explosions. The word alien hardly fazed her when she heard the strange voices on the radio. She was utterly numb. They were going to die in a month. If only someone had listened to her sooner. Why was it so hard to believe that there were other intelligent lifeforms out there somewhere? The universe was infinite. Far beyond the reaches of our best technology held a world where a more advanced being lived. She would have loved to see it, given the opportunity. Now, however, they were all going to die. Surviving the plague was meaningless now. If only there was something that could be done. Even if the entire worlds' leaders banned together, they wouldn't be able to do anything. That flying train-like spaceship was visible in the sky, but the aliens were probably at zero risk being even that close to the humans. They weren't afraid. If they had anything to fear, they wouldn't have come here. Or at the very least, they wouldn't have come hostile. This was a being that could dominate and destroy them. They already were. Parts of the world were being blown up and other parts were being riddled with disease. They were probably giving mankind a month to live as their own sick twisted joke. They could destroy the earth in much less time than that. This was about pleasure. They were enjoying watching the people of Planet Earth suffer and it made Maybe sick to think about. Instead, she would just sit there in the snow drawing pictures of the world ending.
The loud ringing of a bell jolted Harbonnah awake. Funny, she couldn't remember having fallen asleep. The last thing she remembered was being in Heaven. Her eyelids opened and closed as she blinked, taking in the light. This wasn't the same warm glowing light that filled the heavens; it was dull and fluorescent, with a touch of natural lighting. Harbonnah opened her eyes and took in her surroundings. It was a classroom, much like the one where she first found Adam. She missed Adam. Harbonnah had not seen him since the battle at the Gates. It already felt like ages had gone by since there. Would she ever find the time to be with Adam aga -- Adam! Pale blue eyes locked onto the familiar blond figure sitting a few rows in front of her. Now that she realized it, the classroom was filled with people; some of them she even recognized. Neither the familiar nor unfamiliar faces mattered at that moment. The only thing in her field of vision was the 18-year-old boy sitting at a desk in a daze. ❝ Adam! ❞ Bonnie called out his name. It felt strange to say it out loud. During her time back in Heaven, she kept her thoughts of Adam to herself. Falling in love with humans was forbidden, after all. She couldn't risk being banned a second, she was still under probation. Harbonnah stood abruptly, the chair sliding noisily back behind her. She meant to fly over the desk, but stumbled awkwardly, much to her confusion. Bonnie craned her neck to see that she was lacking wings and attempted to make the glamoure on them fade. Nothing happened. She reached behind her back to feel where they should have been, even masked, only to find nothing. There were no wings. Where did her wings go? Not again, she panicked. Her silvery-gray hair bounced on her shoulders as she continued to pat behind her back. She couldn't be banned already. She had no memory of it. Panic sparked in her eyes and the faint memory of a voice drifted through her mind. ❛ Good luck trying to use magic here, you'll come to learn that there is none. ❜ No magic? She thrust her arms forward attempting to summon the Mist to no avail. What happened to her powers? Harbonnah ran around her desk and threw herself into Adam's arms. ❝ Adam, there's something wrong. I can't use my powers. My wings are gone. ❞ She buried her face into his chest and clung onto him tightly. Being without her powers made her feel so very naked.
The loud ringing of a bell jolted Harbonnah awake. Funny, she couldn't remember having fallen asleep. The last thing she remembered was being in Heaven. Her eyelids opened and closed as she blinked, taking in the light. This wasn't the same warm glowing light that filled the heavens; it was dull and fluorescent, with a touch of natural lighting. Harbonnah opened her eyes and took in her surroundings. It was a classroom, much like the one where she first found Adam. She missed Adam. Harbonnah had not seen him since the battle at the Gates. It already felt like ages had gone by since there. Would she ever find the time to be with Adam aga -- Adam! Pale blue eyes locked onto the familiar blond figure sitting a few rows in front of her. Now that she realized it, the classroom was filled with people; some of them she even recognized. Neither the familiar nor unfamiliar faces mattered at that moment. The only thing in her field of vision was the 18-year-old boy sitting at a desk in a daze. ❝ Adam! ❞ Bonnie called out his name. It felt strange to say it out loud. During her time back in Heaven, she kept her thoughts of Adam to herself. Falling in love with humans was forbidden, after all. She couldn't risk being banned a second, she was still under probation. Harbonnah stood abruptly, the chair sliding noisily back behind her. She meant to fly over the desk, but stumbled awkwardly, much to her confusion. Bonnie craned her neck to see that she was lacking wings and attempted to make the glamoure on them fade. Nothing happened. She reached behind her back to feel where they should have been, even masked, only to find nothing. There were no wings. Where did her wings go? Not again, she panicked. Her silvery-gray hair bounced on her shoulders as she continued to pat behind her back. She couldn't be banned already. She had no memory of it. Panic sparked in her eyes and the faint memory of a voice drifted through her mind. ❛ Good luck trying to use magic here, you'll come to learn that there is none. ❜ No magic? She thrust her arms forward attempting to summon the Mist to no avail. What happened to her powers? Harbonnah ran around her desk and threw herself into Adam's arms. ❝ Adam, there's something wrong. I can't use my powers. My wings are gone. ❞ She buried her face into his chest and clung onto him tightly. Being without her powers made her feel so very naked.
Username: Hyuge Name: Heidi Layne Age: 16 Appearance: ✄ Species: Human Special Powers: None Personality: Giggly and playful, Heidi likes to laugh and finds most things funny. When she's under control and not having an episode, everything is fun. Otherwise, she's constantly panicking, never knowing who to believe or what is real. Heidi will often times act out in violent fits of rage or burst into tears due to the schizophrenia when not medicated properly. Original Roleplay: 100 Days Link to Original Form: ✄ @TwilightBlader Altair is accepted. For everyone else, this is the rooming list: First Floor: 00 - Teriana/Lexi B. 01 - Veera/Flora/Christie 02 - Lucas 03 - Semyaza/Joslyn 04 - Bonnie/Adam 05 - Julius/Altair 06 - Evan 07 - Prism/Magnus 08 - Tessa/Renee 09 - Shane/Ken/Axel Second Floor: 00 - Lexi C./Quin 01 - Acele/Roslind/Nat 02 - Alistair 03 - Sarah/Rilia 04 - Ze Operator 05 - Analise/Isabella 06 - Sven 07 - Tinarah/Cierra 08 - Harley-Heidi/Xane 09 - Alex/Zephyr/Darcy
Username: Hyuge Name: Heidi Layne Age: 16 Appearance: ✄ Species: Human Special Powers: None Personality: Giggly and playful, Heidi likes to laugh and finds most things funny. When she's under control and not having an episode, everything is fun. Otherwise, she's constantly panicking, never knowing who to believe or what is real. Heidi will often times act out in violent fits of rage or burst into tears due to the schizophrenia when not medicated properly. Original Roleplay: 100 Days Link to Original Form: ✄
♛ @Bite the Dust is accepted. The opening post is up and the thread is available for people to begin posting in. Since no one seemed to do any pairing, I will group the apartments. When you post you can have your character say that they switched with so and so to room with the person that they wanted to room with or have them not question it at all. These rooming assignments will only last the duration of this chapter, so don't feel like you've been put with someone for the entire roleplay.
❝Tee-hee-hee. I'm the mischiveous fairy Shuka, and you are all here to do my bidding. Why, you ask? I'm bored of course. I've brought you all here to entertain me! Once I have been cured of my boredom, I'll send you all back to where you came from. Don't worry, you won't remember a thing. You can just pretend you're dreaming. I have no intentions of harming you, but I can't speak for everyone else. I just want to see what happens when I bring together a bunch of people from different worlds that should never have met. Doesn't that sound like fun to you? As long as you play along, things should return to normal quickly. So what do you say? It's just like changing the channel. Each one has a show that is something new, exciting, and completely different than the last!❞ OOC THREAD OC All Stars stands for Original Characters All Star Edition: Crossover. In other words, it is a roleplay where the entire cast is made up of original characters from past roleplays. It can be any genre, species, or gender, so long as they were an original character. If you participated in a Kingdom Hearts roleplay and made your own original Nobody or Keyblade Master, then they qualify. If it was a character from an Original RP, then they automatically qualify. Pick any of your favorite original characters to play as and bring them back to life in a new way. It doesn't matter if the roleplay is ongoing or ended, if the character is alive or dead, or if you just decided you no longer wanted to use that character and they were wrote off. Now is your chance to play them again! If that sounds like fun to you, then we will be happy to have you here in the Thunder Do-- just kidding, but seriously, please join. ^_^ ❝Kuu-kuu-kuu. Welcome to the first channel. It's a neat little slice of life program about school. I thought I would start things off easy for you. That Annihilation Angel chick will be your teacher and everyone else will be a student. Don't worry, the rest of the people in this world will see you as students even if you are too old to be in school. There's a nice and large apartment building across the street for you all to live in. The keys are in your desks. Good luck trying to use magic here, you'll come to learn that there is none. As soon as you figure out what needs to be done here, it will be time to change the channel. Kuu-kuu-kuu. Remember, just because I said i would start things off easy, doesn't mean you'll get out of here quickly. Enjoy yourselves, because the more fun you have, the more fun I have. Hee-hee.❞ With that, the dreamlike voice disappeared; only to be replaced by the loud ringing of a school bell. Bodies slammed upright with groggy, confused facial expressions. What was going on? You remembered falling asleep and hearing some strange voice in your dream, only to wake up sitting at a desk, surrounded by mostly unfamiliar faces. Confused, you looked around and noticed that some of the people were not only unfamiliar, but wore strange clothes. Your hand brushed against something cold and metal in the desk, pulling it out to see the aforementioned key that the strange voice spoke of. Where were you and who were these people?
❝Tee-hee-hee. I'm the mischiveous fairy Shuka, and you are all here to do my bidding. Why, you ask? I'm bored of course. I've brought you all here to entertain me! Once I have been cured of my boredom, I'll send you all back to where you came from. Don't worry, you won't remember a thing. You can just pretend you're dreaming. I have no intentions of harming you, but I can't speak for everyone else. I just want to see what happens when I bring together a bunch of people from different worlds that should never have met. Doesn't that sound like fun to you? As long as you play along, things should return to normal quickly. So what do you say? It's just like changing the channel. Each one has a show that is something new, exciting, and completely different than the last!❞
OC All Stars stands for Original Characters All Star Edition: Crossover. In other words, it is a roleplay where the entire cast is made up of original characters from past roleplays. It can be any genre, species, or gender, so long as they were an original character. If you participated in a Kingdom Hearts roleplay and made your own original Nobody or Keyblade Master, then they qualify. If it was a character from an Original RP, then they automatically qualify. Pick any of your favorite original characters to play as and bring them back to life in a new way. It doesn't matter if the roleplay is ongoing or ended, if the character is alive or dead, or if you just decided you no longer wanted to use that character and they were wrote off. Now is your chance to play them again! If that sounds like fun to you, then we will be happy to have you here in the Thunder Do-- just kidding, but seriously, please join. ^_^
❝Kuu-kuu-kuu. Welcome to the first channel. It's a neat little slice of life program about school. I thought I would start things off easy for you. That Annihilation Angel chick will be your teacher and everyone else will be a student. Don't worry, the rest of the people in this world will see you as students even if you are too old to be in school. There's a nice and large apartment building across the street for you all to live in. The keys are in your desks. Good luck trying to use magic here, you'll come to learn that there is none. As soon as you figure out what needs to be done here, it will be time to change the channel. Kuu-kuu-kuu. Remember, just because I said i would start things off easy, doesn't mean you'll get out of here quickly. Enjoy yourselves, because the more fun you have, the more fun I have. Hee-hee.❞ With that, the dreamlike voice disappeared; only to be replaced by the loud ringing of a school bell. Bodies slammed upright with groggy, confused facial expressions. What was going on? You remembered falling asleep and hearing some strange voice in your dream, only to wake up sitting at a desk, surrounded by mostly unfamiliar faces. Confused, you looked around and noticed that some of the people were not only unfamiliar, but wore strange clothes. Your hand brushed against something cold and metal in the desk, pulling it out to see the aforementioned key that the strange voice spoke of. Where were you and who were these people?
♛ @Skyheart yeah so those couldn't be any more approved than if they won an award for people's approval. #accepted.
♛ @mindstorm787 all are accepted and added.
♛ @Morrigan Aensland they are all accepted.
♛ @Takeru Tenkuji accepted.
♛ @Glen and @Iskandar are accepted. @Aelin FireHeart will be added once done editing post. Aqua, if you want to join the skype group you can add me: n-a-o-m-i- If not, all important information will be posted here at all times.
Name: Harbonnah [Bonnie] Age: ?? Appearance: ✖ Species: Fallen Dark Angel Special Powers: ✖ Basic Angel/Dark Angel Powers: Flying ✖ Teleporting ✖ Telepathy ✖ Character Specific: Annihilation/DestructionPersonality: Snarky ✖ Flirtatious ✖ Obsessed with Adam Pike ✖ Likes to Watch Things Fall Apart ✖ Finds Humor in Inappropriate Situations Original Roleplay: The Fallen ✖ Rise of the Nephilim Link to Original Form: Fallen ✖ RotN Other: Her story line will be Post-Fallen and Pre-RotN ✏ Name: Renée Weadler ✏ Age: 17 ✏ Appearance: ✖ ✏ Species: Human ✏ Special Powers: She has a magical paintbrush that brings art to life. ✏ Personality: ADD ✏ OCD ✏ Obsessed with her Senpais ✏ Adventurous ✏ Playful ✏ Positive ✏ Stalker ✏ A bit Narcissistic ✏ Original Roleplay: Brush Strokes ✏ Link to Original Form: ✖ Name: Roslind Dyle Age: 19 Appearance: ✖ Species: Human Special Powers: Charisma Personality: Dry ✖ Not Easily Amused ✖ Spent more than half her life in the temples so not the best when it comes to talking to people, however, she seems to have a natural charm to her that will make most everyone listen. ✖ Devout to the gods ✖ Conservative ✖ Straight Forward Original Roleplay: Myamar Link to Original Form: ✖
♛ @mindstorm787 the first character is accepted. The second one is going to need some work as I'm sure you've guessed since you acknowledged that it's rather OP. I'll need you to choose a human appear for him, as he will not always be a cyborg with a mechanical impact launcher for an arm. The third one is mostly fine. If you don't have an image, I'm going to need a little more detail for the appearance aside from black hair and brown eyes. I also just wanted to let you know that I'm not sure how much of those time traveling powers he will be able to use as that would drastically impact the course of the roleplay by even traveling a few minutes. Once that is taken care of, you are good to go. Thank you for joining. @Morrigan Aensland accepted. @TwilightBlader accepted.
♛ @cstar accepted.
