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Boxen whatever he can Since: Jan, 2013
whatever he can
#405901: May 8th 2015 at 8:26:34 PM

n

no

dead devotion
thespacephantom Jamais vu from the smallest church in Saint-Saëns Since: Oct, 2009
Jamais vu
#405902: May 8th 2015 at 8:29:25 PM

thinking about bringing silver from pokemon into the fg

no ones ever used him before right

UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI
Boxen whatever he can Since: Jan, 2013
whatever he can
#405903: May 8th 2015 at 8:32:12 PM

i am gonna cry

dead devotion
MobileLeprechaun (: from Grayrock, TX Since: Aug, 2009 Relationship Status: Yes, I'm alone, but I'm alone and free
(:
#405904: May 8th 2015 at 9:21:09 PM

About to go to bed, but Blingee finally works with Chrome, and I took swift advantage of this development.

make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019
thespacephantom Jamais vu from the smallest church in Saint-Saëns Since: Oct, 2009
Jamais vu
#405905: May 8th 2015 at 9:21:26 PM

my god

UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI
ramuf Electric Heart from the Shining Throne Since: Jan, 2013
Electric Heart
#405906: May 8th 2015 at 9:25:05 PM

Kill me.

Welp that's twice now.

edited 8th May '15 9:25:33 PM by ramuf

thespacephantom Jamais vu from the smallest church in Saint-Saëns Since: Oct, 2009
Jamais vu
#405907: May 8th 2015 at 9:25:31 PM

i saw that

UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI
ramuf Electric Heart from the Shining Throne Since: Jan, 2013
Electric Heart
#405908: May 8th 2015 at 9:26:44 PM

I swear I saw the thread title right as I posted it.

And I knew I was destined for FAILURE.

Time to retreat to the safety of Oil Rogue.

edited 8th May '15 9:30:07 PM by ramuf

thespacephantom Jamais vu from the smallest church in Saint-Saëns Since: Oct, 2009
Jamais vu
#405909: May 8th 2015 at 9:36:20 PM

d-damn...

it's real quiet tonight ain't it

UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI
foxmccloud4387 Since: Mar, 2011
#405910: May 8th 2015 at 9:37:36 PM

Studying for midterms.

And by that, I mean "studying for midterms in theory while still slacking and getting nothing done".

edited 8th May '15 9:37:58 PM by foxmccloud4387

ramuf Electric Heart from the Shining Throne Since: Jan, 2013
Electric Heart
#405911: May 8th 2015 at 9:37:41 PM

Pretty much.

I'm just sitting on my hands really.

Waiting for Monday.

SR3NORMANDY Problem Child from N/A - In constant flux Since: Jul, 2012
Problem Child
#405912: May 8th 2015 at 9:41:56 PM

I'm cleaning my room.

It's slow work, but I've neglected it for a week and a half and it looks like shit.

What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?
ChrissieMcNapkins bruhonetta from the traphouse Since: Nov, 2012 Relationship Status: Hoping Senpai notices me
bruhonetta
#405913: May 8th 2015 at 9:42:52 PM

im lying down with a fan a foot away from me

because its too hot in my room

I live in a constant state of fear and misery.
ramuf Electric Heart from the Shining Throne Since: Jan, 2013
Electric Heart
#405914: May 8th 2015 at 9:44:36 PM

I haven't cleaned my room in.

About a month.

Thankfully I haven't done much of anything to muck it up so it's still livable.

I refuse to have a man cave.

SR3NORMANDY Problem Child from N/A - In constant flux Since: Jul, 2012
Problem Child
#405915: May 8th 2015 at 9:45:57 PM

If you are counting the times I've dusted and vacuumed, it's probably been more like five or six weeks.

What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?
Trip Since: Mar, 2012
#405916: May 8th 2015 at 9:48:13 PM

ive been grinding rajang

his horns actually aren't as ballbustingly hard to break as some people say, just traplock and wail on his ape face

f1r3lemon Duty First from All aboard the fun train Since: Nov, 2014 Relationship Status: Get out of here, STALKER
Duty First
#405917: May 8th 2015 at 9:49:39 PM

I'm becoming a Korean weeabo

всегда верен
ThanatoSeraph ARE WA DARE DA from The Land Down Under Since: Feb, 2012
ARE WA DARE DA
#405918: May 8th 2015 at 9:56:57 PM

LAST TIME, ON FRAGMENTS AND REFLECTION Z

Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye fired her pistol. A toy, the shadow man whispered, and Riza did her best to drown him out. She focused on the targets of the makeshift firing range, allowing the white noise of the factory to fill the silence between shots.
It didn’t work.
Panting, she lowered her weapon and removed her earmuffs. Six shots, six hits. That the targets moved erratically in patterns modified every second by the ship’s navicomputer was irrelevant. She would have been satisfied by nothing less. However, as one of the targets drifted closer, she frowned. There was no way that a pistol could leave such a large mark, and the edges of the hole sizzled as if-
Statement: I am surprised you did not hear me, meatbag.
Hawkeye whirled. Standing behind her was the droid. Always the droid. While its master seemed content to remain aloof, (and was currently busy talking to the Colonel) the droid had an uncanny habit of finding itself in the same places as her. Its blaster still smoked from shooting her bullet out of the air. Riza sighed. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you were following me.”
Query: And why is that, meatbag? There is limited aerated space on this vessel, and I too, need to keep in practice. After all, it would hardly do if a situation were to arise, and I found myself unable to… terminate hostilities.
Riza hung her earmuffs on a hook. She did not do the same for her plaything. “You don’t need to talk in euphemisms. Your master has told me what you are, Aitch-Kay-Forty-Seven. And if you really wanted to, you wouldn’t need to stick to the parts of this ship with air, either.”
Statement: You wound me, Lieutenant. You may be a meatbag, but I am not so blinded by my hatred as to deny what is in front of me. “What I am” is little different to you, in the way that you imply. The droid paused, an action which the soldier had come to recognise as a way the droid laughed to itself. Barring, of course, my superiority in that field. And my superiority in general.
Hawkeye stared back at the droid, holding its gaze as the shadow man cackled. “I hope your master won’t be much longer interrogating the Colonel. I haven’t been allowed to say a word to him since he boarded.”
Statement: My master is being very generous. Do you have any idea of the amount of energy required to transport two extra seventy to eighty kilogram masses through hyperspace? Personally, I was all for dumping you out of the airlock when we found you.
“I doubt it’s as significant to your master as you say it is. Otherwise there are a great deal of “useless” things on this ship.” And you are important, oh yes you are.
Statement: There are a great deal many things that you do not understand, meatbag. What seems useless to you is not so to my master.
“If I am so ignorant, then tell me one thing. When will they be finished? Surely your master has given you orders about what you can and can’t tell me.” There was silence, and Hawkeye knew she had it. “Well?”
Concession: As my master did instruct me to keep you informed, I am unfortunately forced to tell you that he is likely to finish shortly.
“I’ll assume that’s why you came here then. For your sake.” Riza began to move toward the door. She had a lot to tell Mustang, and a hell of a lot to ask him and you won’t be able to say a word.
Request: One moment, meatbag.
Hawkeye turned. “Make it quick”.
Observation: Do not think I have not noticed that you cling to your primitive weapon whenever you know I am nearby.
Threat: Rest assured: If I ‘’were’’ given the order to kill you, it would not help.

One war hero sat, staring at another. A long and heavy silence hung in the air. He rubbed his temples.
“So, I just want to reconfirm your story, Colonel. You say you saved the planet you were on-“
“That is correct.”
“Then you claim you fought ‘ninj-‘”
“No, sorry. That’s my mistake, I got the order muddled earlier. Some magician tried to kill me, so I had to defend myself first. Slapped his nose clean off!”
“Okay. And then you fought the ‘ninjas’, correct?”
“Yes. Well, really, I teamed up with one of them. He was a ninja doctor, and we fought the ninja velociraptors together.”
“And after that?”
“Well, some kid challenged me to something called an “Angry Ky”. He looked like he was a flame alchemist too, so I wanted to figure out how he could do it.”
“I understand that it was around then the prison let you walk in and out?
“Well, the exact timing of that is a little difficult to determine. Apparently I was having an effect on crime rates, and it took them awhile to determine if that was because I was just in the town, or in the prison. It was hard occupying myself sometimes, so I mostly just worked out to pass the time.
“When they did let you out, what did you do?”
“Well, I needed a job, so I got work as an explosives technician on a show about disproving old legends. That’s what they called me at least. All I really did was blow stuff up for them.” The Colonel’s face darkened. “Bastards stole my guitar…”
“Anything else?”
“Hm… No, that’s about it. May I speak to my Lieutenant now? I’ve been trying to contact her for quite some time.”
Revan, War Hero, rubbed his temples once more. “Colonel Mustang… there are a few holes in your story.”

The vampire strolled the streets of his city. His skyscraper had been swarmed by police, and though he ‘’could’’ kill them and take it back… he did not care to. Besides, though it would be no doubt initially entertaining, no doubt the novelty of killing wave after wave of his subjects would wear thin after a time. There was also the possibility that more assassins would appear… and that would require more finesse.
The words of the assassins played on his mind. The apocalypse… it was strange to see people talk of it with such certainty. Of course, he had thought about it before. It was not an infrequent topic in his conversations with young Pucci, and the idea of it had always held a certain allure to him. But the assassins had also mentioned a prophecy, and the vampire did not like that one bit. He acknowledged the existence of destiny, of course. How could he not? But there was only one being who deserved to be in control of his destiny, and that was he, Dio.
The vampire looked up, and saw that his feet had taken him to a bar. He smiled. It reminded him of the bars he used to drink at with Pucci. Had his thoughts of the priest subconsciously drawn him here? Or was it simply destiny? If 「gravity」had drawn him here, then it was only right that he took advantage of this opportunity. He needed new accommodation, after all.
The wine was little better than swill, and the place stank to high heaven. Still, he noticed that he had caught the eye of several women, and that was precisely what he needed right now. He sauntered over to one he found pleasing to the eye, and begun to talk while he thought of more important things.
If the assassins were telling the truth, if the apocalypse was imminent… well, that could hardly be it, could it. Nothing occurred in isolation. And if his world was to end… As its king, he would be shortchanged if he did not profit from it in some way. Fortunately, if he played his cards right, this had the potential to be very profitable indee-
“Hey. How about we head somewhere else. I hate this place. Only came here ‘cause Kirsty likes it, who knows why.”
The vampire smiled. It was just too easy.
“That sounds like a good idea, Rebecca. Perhaps we can talk more about Gaea on the way.”
“You have no idea how good it feels to meet someone willing to listen to my beliefs for once. And please, call me Bec.”
As he left the bar, the vampire thought once more of priests and apocalypses and destiny. He had to learn more.
After all, this could be his Stairway to Heaven.

Hijileph drifted.
All was void.

Existence/Line cut from a sphere cut from a circle/Dizzying heights/Little archetype
Interruption
Interruption non-existence/Interruption existence/Eternity/Infinity
Thousand-face-thing/Emissary/Soul request/demand/imposition
Anger/Impotence/Deliberation
Request/Demand/Impose the artist/the archetype/gate/key/YOG SOTHOTH kill/unmake/neverexist thousand-face-thing/emissary/soul?
Deliberation
Lord of All/Idiot God/Piper/Azathoth/Dreamer/Outer God danger/risk/death/unmaking/neverexisting
Thousand-face-thing/Emissary/Soul anger/impotence
Unknown/Entity/God-thing wore/wears/will wear thousand-face-thing/emissary/soul mask as thousand-face-thing/emissary/soul wore/wears/will wear thousand-faces/masks/personae/shadows/mankind
Uncertainty
Anger/Impotence/Deliberation
Decision
Thousandfacething/Emissary/Soul request/demand/imposition granted/conceded/surrendered/searched/sent/changed/removed/unmade/neverexisted
Existence/Line cut from a sphere cut from a circle/Dizzying heights/Little archetype

The angel was worried. This was not how it was supposed to happen. This would not do at all. How could he ensure that fate would play out if he lacked players? It was them that mattered when you got down to it. Certainly, the show could go on without them, and the angel could ensure the world’s end regardless. But without them it was empty. Pointless. Lifeless. This would not do.
They would have to come back.
But how?
Leaving this universe was an impossibility. It considered asking an intermediary, but that could draw attention to itself, something he was hesitant to do considering who he had seen watching them. Action itself may prove unnecessary, but the angel ill-liked inaction.
As the angel pondered, it observed the world and came to a horrifying realisation: the prophecy was gone! It was all the angel could do to keep its composure. One thing after another! This malicious agent was indeed bold, if it were to attempt to erase the will of God as it ex-
The angel stopped. Surely, the Name would not stand to see Himself denied in such a way. Either He would soon punish the agent… or this was a test. And if it was a test, then surely all he needed do was follow his orders.
The angel silently berated itself. How could it have panicked? The angel had its orders, and it was its duty to follow them, come what may. It fell upon the angel to watch, and act where necessary.
The prophecy may have vanished, but Kazfiel could see the threads of fate without it.

The idiot sat in uncomfortable silence. The idiot. That’s what he was after all. How could he have let it happen? One second they were there, the next: nothing. Well, not nothing. There was one person that didn’t vanish, and it was because of him that this silence was uncomfortable. Across from the table sat Chris, a young man with brown skin and an expression that made it clear how much he trusted the idiot. That is to say, not at all. They had both spoken briefly when the group had vanished, but only so far as to express their own ignorance as to what the cause could be.\\ Chris was the first to break the silence. “Do you have any blood, John? From an animal?
“Blood? I might have some in the fridge, if the girl didn’t get to that too. Why?
“Retrieve it,” said Chris, in a tone that John thought didn’t sound unlike that of a policeman’s. “I do not know about you, but I do not plan on sitting idly by as the world ends.”
The idiot stood up and walked to the fridge. “Well clearly not, but I don’t see what blood has to do with it.”
Chris stared at him. He clearly didn’t want to say anything, but the idiot wasn't opening the fridge door yet. He sighed. “I need it to summon a demon,” he said. “Something took them away, and if I can provide enough Magnetite, I hope that I can take them back.”
The idiot nodded and opened the fridge door. “Well, so long as you don’t need to sacrifice any virgins, that seems reasonable. Let’s see… I have a small saucer full of beef blood, but that’s about it. She ate the beef.”
Chris’ expression soured, even as the bowl was passed to him. “It will have to do. Do you have any milk?”
“Of course I do. Not sure what kind of demon you think would enjoy a nice cup of cocoa, but I’ll grab it anyway.”
The idiot did so and turned to see Chris begin to draw a sigil on the floor in blood. “Oh shit,” he said. “You were serious, weren’t you?” Chris didn’t respond. As he continued drawing, the idiot spoke up once more. “Can I say something?” Chris remained silent, which the idiot chose to interpret as permission. “Since I met you, fairly recently, to be fair, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you use a contraction. No it’s or can’ts about it.”
Chris looked up. “Your point is?”
“My point is that you need to loosen up. I can tell that you would use them normally, you’re the kind of guy that it just seems stiff on. I get that this is serious, and I get that you don’t trust me, and I understand that. But if we are going to stop this doomsday, that can’t continue forever. I saved your bacon back in the hotel. The least I could get in return is you believing I won’t stab you in the back.”
Chris stopped drawing. For a second, he looked almost taken aback. That second passed quickly. He returned to his preparations and spoke once more. “Looks can be deceiving and motives hard to discern. I do not trust you yet. But I am willing to work with you for now, against my better judgement. Be grateful for that, at least.”
The idiot shrugged. “Fair enough. Just keep what I said in mind. This concerns me as much as anyone else. Anything else I can get you?”
Chris set a bowl in the middle of the sigil and poured milk, mixing an odd green liquid into it as he did so. The idiot thought that the result looked strangely appetising, if you forgot what had been poured into it was demon chow. At least, that’s what he assumed it was. Suddenly Chris spoke again. “Actually yes. Do you have any alcohol on hand?”
The idiot shook his head. “I’m afraid not.”
“Pity. I could have used a drink.”
Chris began to chant in a strange tongue. It made the idiot’s hair stand on its end, and seemed to reverberate inside his mind. He shook his head as if to clear it, and as he did so, there was a flash as if of lightning. Standing within the circle was a cat. Well, it would be a cat, if not for the fact that it were clothed as a human. It looked from one man to another with sapient eyes.
“Meow curious. For two of your kind to summon me here…” It began to lap at the bowl of milk. “What do you want me to do?”
Chris spoke as if he had done this many times before. “Recently, a number of people were taken from this place. To where, we do not know, but their scent should still be in the air for one with as keen a nose as yourself. I wish you to follow them, and return them to this place and time.”
“Sounds difficult,” the cat said and yawned. “Purrchance there’s something in it for me?” “For a start, you will find that if you attempt to leave the circle I have drawn without my purrmission, you will find yourself unable to,” Chris said, his voice dripping with what seemed like sarcasm. “Secondly, I was rather hoping that you would be at least somewhat grateful for the substantial meal we have provided. Or were the stories I’d heard of the honour of the cats of Ulthar ill-founded?”
The cat bristled. “Watch your tongue, or you may lose it.”
The idiot chuckled and both the cat and Chris whirled to stare at him. “Oh, it’s just, you know, cat… tongue…” Both stared at him blankly and the idiot sighed. “Never mind.” Chris turned back to the cat.
“Well?”
The cat seemed calmer now, but its gaze was hard as it stared at Chris. “Meow’ll do it.”
“I’m glad to hear it. Leave as soon as you have consumed my offering. We do not have time to waste. ”
The cat nodded once, lapped up the remainder of the magnetite, and vanished as though stepping into a dream. Without warning, Chris fell forward. John had to run to catch him. Chris staggered to his feet and began to move toward the nearby couch. “I need to lie down for a time.”
“Sure. Looks like that took a lot out of you. Anything I can get you?”
“I would prefer to rest alone.”
“Okay, sure. If you’ve got this under control, I should take this time to call my friend anyway. Just one last thing before you sleep.”
“What is it?” Chris asked.
“You’re in my city now,” John said, surprised by how much anger crept into his voice. “All of this is. Like hell I’m going to “sit idly by” and watch it burn. You’d do well to remember that.”

The jester laughed and clapped his hands. Before him was a literal pile of money. The bank teller had been very cooperative, to his delight. He was also now very dead, but the jester had to commend the man regardless. Where he had come from, such large sums of money were not so easily transported. Well, he assumed that it was a large sum of money. If the jester was quite honest with himself, he didn’t truly know. And it was very hard to tell, compared to Gil. What kind of people made money out of paper?
The jester heard a throat clearing behind him. The mercenary. He had nearly forgotten about him. “Did you want to say something?”
“No,” the mercenary said, his expression unreadable. “Only I’m a busy man, and unless you have a business proposition I’d like to keep moving.”
The jester nearly killed him for that. Instead he smiled. “Oh, there’s nothing for now. I just wanted to make sure that you knew I was serious, should I require you in future.”
The mercenary nodded. “Here’s the number I want you to use. Memorise it, ‘cause I’m not going to give it to you on paper.” He sighed at the jester’s blank expression. “You do know how to use a phone, right?”
The jester waved a hand vaguely in the air. “Yes, yes, of course.” He watched the mercenary leave and turned to look at his money pile again. How long would this last him before he had to rob another bank?
Personally he hoped it wouldn’t be long at all.

Thutmose of Ulthar travelled the dreamlands, striving toward his agreed upon goal. As he journeyed through the minds of many dreamers, he met a being who spoke to him. At first, Thutmose listened.
Then he ran.

General Stanton sits alone. He is far from the giggling face of the Gigolo. Far from Barkley’s stammerings and excuses and half-finished sentences. His hopes ride on the strangers who claimed that they would help.
He needs to be alone right now. This could be the end of everything.

edited 8th May '15 10:13:07 PM by ThanatoSeraph

ThanatoSeraph ARE WA DARE DA from The Land Down Under Since: Feb, 2012
ARE WA DARE DA
#405919: May 8th 2015 at 10:02:11 PM

Questions/complaints about how it is far too long and no-one has time to read that are welcome, by the way.

because it is far too long it wasn't supposed to be this long it just grew

eldritchseer all the loose ends from Cocytus Since: Mar, 2019
all the loose ends
#405920: May 8th 2015 at 10:05:08 PM

i forgot how long that thing was

SR3NORMANDY Problem Child from N/A - In constant flux Since: Jul, 2012
Problem Child
#405921: May 8th 2015 at 10:06:16 PM

I've honestly forgotten a great deal of your Fragments plot, Pyro. It's been a long time.

What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?
ThanatoSeraph ARE WA DARE DA from The Land Down Under Since: Feb, 2012
ARE WA DARE DA
#405922: May 8th 2015 at 10:11:06 PM

@Seer: Yup. I kind of wish that I was able to make it a bit more succinct but oh well.

@Norm: I figured that would happen for most people.

Fortunately, we only ever were really at the beginning of my plot, so there's not too much that needs to be covered in that case.

Part of the reason why this preview did grow so long was that I wanted to try and give background to jog peoples' memories/get new people up to speed without just straight up telling them.

But I'm happy to tell people too if the need arises.

eldritchseer all the loose ends from Cocytus Since: Mar, 2019
all the loose ends
#405923: May 8th 2015 at 10:19:21 PM

every time i see the name gigolo i think of juggalo

fucking clowns

ramuf Electric Heart from the Shining Throne Since: Jan, 2013
Electric Heart
#405924: May 8th 2015 at 10:21:01 PM

Unrelated to all of this but I think this song fits Dot.

For whatever reason I seem to link characters and songs at this time of day.

Pretty sure I did this last time with Tallis.

Trip Since: Mar, 2012
#405925: May 8th 2015 at 10:23:14 PM

why was dio thinking of pucci that much

also

Romance Dawn: BTFO


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