GRAVEYARD 2.0

[retellers]

GRAVEYARD Well, that sucked. But no matter what your death was like—whether it was something peaceful or traumatic, you'll find yourself waking in a completely white room on the floor. Small and empty, there isn't anything else there besides an open door to walk through. But before you do that, you'll probably notice that whatever injuries you may have had, including whatever may have been the death blow, are now gone. That's exciting. Stepping out of the room, it seems that you're in a large... house? with three different floors. Everything from floor, ceiling to furniture is completely white, except for the drawings that are plastered to the walls in each room. These are all colorful, drawn in colored pencils and crayon, and resemble a child's drawing. The other notable thing are the windows. While they're present all around the building, looking out of them only shows TV static. Besides that, everything is furnished with the absolute bare minimum of each room. The first floor is all typical common areas one would find in a house. There's a kitchen, living room area, laundry room, dining room, and a main hallway where the stairs are. There are also helpful drawings in these rooms that show the rooms much more lavishly decorated than they actually are. There's a door that appears to be the way to exit the building, it's locked. The second floor consists of nothing but twenty bedrooms. Each room has one queen sized bed, an empty dresser, and an attached bathroom with only a sink, toilet, and shower. Like the first floor, each bedroom has drawn pictures that show it looking much more lavish than it actually does. Thanks for nothing, artist! The third floor only has two rooms. One appears to be a home office with nothing but a desk and two chairs, one behind it and one in front of it. While there's blank pieces of paper and crayons on the desk, the note that was previously there is gone. The other room is much larger, and it's completely empty save for the many drawings lining its walls— in fact, the walls are covered in them, much more than in any other room. On closer inspection, though, it seems like these aren't actually drawings? The papers seem to be showing scenes from the living area. Everything from inside the hotel to the areas beyond the bridge are visible here. However, when curfew hits on Thursday nights, they revert to being normal drawings! Except for the fact that they're all drawings of stick figures being murdered in various ways. Well. At least there's plenty of things to draw with, if you get bored. Also, a handy link to the previous post.

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YONA

[dawnblushed]

[ooc coordination is over here!]

ESCAPE THE CASTLE - Sumire + Shigeo

[dawnblushed]

[It's a beautiful day at Hiryuu Palace.

The sun is shining, birds are singing, and people are milling about happily, gathered for some sort of party. In an ornate dining hall within the palace, tables are set out with delectable-looking food. There's light, happy music in the air, and a general feeling of cheer.

Sumire will find herself dressed in ornate robes, while Mob will find himself dressed in something much more lowkey. As strange as they might find their attire, there's something else even stranger: the people who approach Sumire address her as Princess, and the people who approach Mob address him as General.

Hm.

Anyway - for now, things seem pretty peaceful. Maybe they should just relax, take it easy, enjoy the food... what's the worst that could happen?]

[exercisms]

G - general. . .

[Why did Yona's memory do this to him. Sumire should definitely be the general. He seems so nervous the second someone addresses him this way. What is a general supposed to do, again? Somehow, he feels like he must have made a mistake.]

[siblingless]

[Well. Sumire kind of spins around like a dog chasing its tail after noticing the wardrove change. And then it only gets worse as people address her as Princess. Uh.]

Um... [Hm.] Should we just keep walking...?

[Edits because I hit send too early— What kind of food are we talking about? Is there anyone they can see just hanging around and idling?]

[dawnblushed]

[Free them.

Anyway, since they're lingering, some of the people nearby are going to take that as an invitation to come say hello. They bow to them both, though they bow a little more deeply to Sumire.]

Congratulations on your sixteenth birthday!

[As for food - it's very fancy fantasy Korean fare. Everyone hanging around seems to be fancy, well-dressed nobles, though no one's clothing is quite as ornate as Sumire's.]

[exercisms]

I-it's your birthday?

[He looks mortified! He had no idea!]

[siblingless]

[NO? THIS IS NEWS TO HER? She shakes her head, looking extremely lost.]

T-That was two months ago!

[Sometimes, you have an IC birthday like five days after intro mingle. It's fine. She looks at the people who approached them, thinking...]

Excuse me, I know this may sound like a strange question, but will you tell us our names?

[Binch only kins a princess by marriage, smh.]

THE GREEN DRAGON - Dorothy + friends!

[dawnblushed]

[There's the tang of sea salt in the air, and the feeling of wind whipping through Dorothy's hair and clothing. When she opens her eyes, she wouldn't be wrong to wonder if perhaps she was flying - or perhaps soaring? - though that feeling of freedom, unfortunately, won't last terribly long.

Suddenly, there's the sound of clanking chains, and a flash sunlight reflecting off metal - and Dorothy will find that cuffs have latched themselves around her wrists and ankles. She's not flying anymore. She's falling, or rather, she's being dragged back down to earth.

There's no impact, not just yet, but the ground seems to be coming up fast.

Note: Kia's said she's okay with people jumping in to join, so feel free to jump in if this strikes your fancy! Yona will fade in/out as needed - no more than 3 characters at a time for speed's sake, please!]

[misstrust]

[ Oh. She's falling.

And cuffed again, which isn't a pleasant reminder, considering the ball and chain around her leg that had dragged her down before-- but Dorothy tries her best to twist as she falls, looking for something that might lead to.

Well.

Not Death. ]

[dawnblushed]

[The ground is drawing ever closer...!

But, hm. As Dorothy twists, the chains brush against each other - and is it just her imagination, or do they seem a little... brittle?]

[misstrust]

...

[ Maybe her imagination, but she wouldn't be Dorothy if she didn't investigate every opportunity, so she begins to struggle a little more vigorously, testing the strength of the chains and trying to push them past their limits. ]

[dawnblushed]

[Luckily, it's not her imagination! She puts strain on the chains, and in doing so, smacks them against each other - and the ones on her wrists, at least, shatter.

The ones on her ankles are still intact.]

[misstrust]

[ Delightful.

Dorothy continues to struggle, now attempting to reach down and tug at the ones securing her ankles. ]

THE YELLOW DRAGON - Chiron + friends

[dawnblushed]

[There must be something wrong with Chiron's eyes.

Because he's not looking out - he's looking up at himself. There's his hooves (Hooves?), one on each of his four legs (Four?). There's his torso, clad in his usual clothing. His arms, which look normal enough. His chest, his neck, and...

...there's no head, there.

That's because it's on the ground, at his feet. He's looking up at his own headless body, and around him, there's the sound of screaming. "Monster!" comes one shrill voice. "It should be dead by now!"

He can still hear. He can still see. His head has been sliced cleanly from his body - in fact, he'll feel a drop of blood hit his forehead, fallen from the tip of a sword held in the shaking hands of a faceless man in armor - just before a piercing scream rings out from that very same man.

"This can't be real!"

Well. What now? If he thinks about it, his arms and legs work just fine. It's just a little difficult to see, with one's head on the ground like this.

Note: Marie's said she's okay with people jumping in to join, so feel free to jump in if this strikes your fancy! Yona will fade in/out as needed - no more than 3 characters at a time for speed's sake, please!]

[antaressnipe]

[...

Mm, this is perhaps a touch. awkward.

-- But not something that scares him. It's a fact that Chiron cannot help but notice, even as every part of of his body freezes up in front of his eyes, a muscle spasm traveling up all four of his legs.

Because there is something eerily familiar in how the voices denounce him, that only leaves him melancholy, but not fearful.

... Except that doesn't solve this current problem, does it? He watches as his legs begin to pace in place uncertainly, hooves disturbing the earth underneath it, and that gives way to another realization -- that his body moved because he bid it so, and if that's the case, then--

The crowd will be screaming for a while longer; both hands awkwardly reach down, gently patting at his bangs before gripping the head proper, and he's gonna uh... see if he can just put his head back on!

It's fine? It's fine!]

[dawnblushed]

[It certainly is fine!

Because when he brings his head up to where it was severed from his neck, it only takes a moment or so. He'll feel the sensation of his skin knitting itself back together, and then of scales forming over where he'd been cut - spreading up his neck to his chin, and down his neck to about level with his shoulders.

Somehow, instinctively, he knows - it won't be so easy for the man across from him to sever his head from his body again. That soldier is trembling badly, now, and nearly fumbles his sword; he takes a few terrified steps back, all color draining from his face.]

How...?

[antaressnipe]

[That worked out better than anticipated.

-- But now there is the question of what to do about the man with his sword, as pitiful a weapon as it is in this situation. Even stuck in this (dream? reality? memory?), Chiron is not overcome with a need to attack, and so he tries to raise his hands instead, that probably still have some faint traces of blood on them]

Please... I do not mean you any harm.

[As he talks, his eyes will tick around. Is there perhaps a way to escape? He'd rather not go a'murdering a bunch of humans, for some reason]

[dawnblushed]

Beast! Monster!

[The soldier swings his sword at him wildly, but he's shaking too hard for it to connect.

...and unfortunatlely, while Chiron isn't particularly in the mood to mcmurder some unsuspecting humans - these humans sure are in the mood to mcmurder him. He'll hear a battle cry from somewhere behind him, shortly before he'll feel something sharp pierce his, uh, horse ass.

That'll be a spear, which gets ripped out quickly by the infantryman at his back, who, in a shaking voice, barks out orders - ]

Snap his legs!

[antaressnipe]

[So apparently being stabbed? Still hurts.

It hurts a lot.

And as Chiron quickly stumbles back with a wince, trying to put distance between himself and the crowd, he can feel some dark emotion unearthed in his chest - an alien sort of fury that is oddly impersonal.

It's not that he's truly angry.

But he is not moved to pity, either, for these foolish humans who dare attack him.

Without even realizing it, there is a golden bow in his hand and an arrow drawn, facing the one who gave the order]

If you do not retreat, you will die.

THE BLUE DRAGON - Fiora + friends

[dawnblushed]

[It's dark.

It's very, very dark. Fiora will get the sense that she shouldn't be able to see, but she can. She can see everything around her in such perfect detail that might almost hurt. Every rock wall that forms the caverns she's trapped deep within, every speck of dust that gets kicked up into the air when people walk on the dirt path.

And, right now, there are people walking through the dark. She will be able to make out each feature of the masks they wear - some colorful, some not, all kept firmly in place. They don't look at her. Not once.

But there's almost a purpose, to the way they wander. They almost seem to be walking some sort of patrol.

Note: Sib's said she's okay with people jumping in to join, so feel free to jump in if this strikes your fancy! Yona will fade in/out as needed - no more than 3 characters at a time for speed's sake, please!]

[bisouled]

[ it's times like these that Fiora misses her radar. But the dark is hardly the scariest thing she's faced in her life, especially when she can actually see through it. Being alone is more surprising, and she glances around once or twice when the others are suddenly gone.

Of course, they've been replaced with these ominous mask-wearing people - and not the six she's gotten used to here. Hesitantly, she lifts a hand, even as they ignore her. ]

Um... Hello? Can you hear me?

[dawnblushed]

[The masked people don't respond to her.

They keep walking - but they mutter to each other.]

That beast, talking like it's one of us... what does it think it is...? We'd be better off if it just died...

[bisouled]

Beast?

[ she repeats the word quietly, looking hurt. but -- well, she can't blame them, really. Funny - it was usually her brother getting called that. Maybe it runs in the family.

Stubborn as ever, Fiora keeps trying, following alongside the procession. ]

Hey, where are you going? Tell me?

[dawnblushed]

[The procession is trying very, very hard not to look at Fiora.

Occasionally, though - they slip up. They glance at her, and with her unnaturally good eyesight, she can see that these glances are filled with fear.

Eventually, they come to a narrow doorway. They go through, one by one, crowding through to get in there before Fiora - and as the last one passes through, they turn back and attempt to roll a boulder over the opening before she can follow.]

[bisouled]

You're not going to answer me, are you?

[ she is getting the distinct feeling she is not wanted here. Then again, it's been like this every other time she's been stuck in some strange adventure here, so maybe she should just get used to it. (Easier said than done.)

Right now, however, they're her only lead; she has no choice but to keep following them. Once they get into the narrow hallway, she starts falling behind as she tries not to take out anyone's eye with a drone or jab someone with an elbow, and only barely notices in time that the person ahead of her is trying to lock her out. ]

Wait! Don't--! [ immediately, she tries to stop the boulder from blocking her path, running over and trying to block it with her hands while grounding herself with her feet. If that guy can push it, it's not too heavy - or so she hopes. ]