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She/Her
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Bisexual
Administrator
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Post by phoenix. on Oct 5, 2019 23:04:49 GMT
[nospaces][googleFont=Archivo+Black] [attr="class","eclair"] [attr="class","eclair-header"]  [attr="class","eclair-lyrics"]REVERSED TAROT [attr="class","eclair-clear"] [attr="class","eclair-wrapper"] [attr="class","eclair-post"]
An invitation arrives at your doorstep, though it carries no return address. Your name is written in golden ink, the contents of the letter beckoning your presence to an old mansion hidden within the depths of the woods. It is said that any who enter those woods shall never return, but you have no choice. Inside the envelope is a secret, one that has never left your lips and now is in danger of being revealed to the whole world. The choice is yours; go now to an elegant party shrouded in mystery, or risk the backlash of a secret that no one was ever supposed to know of.
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How the game will be played: Once an hour during the event, a vote will take place to find the traitor, they will send their votes into the admins/moderators and the two will go head to head in a challenge, using their wit to solve puzzles and riddles, while keeping a look out for any clues in the environment. The punishments of each challenge will be different, some involving spilling their secrets or involving another death, but by the end there will be one winner and one loser. Every guest will partake in a challenge, and by the end there will only be two left: the innocent and the traitor. If the traitor is killed off before then, their mantle will be passed onto another still among the group, to ensure they will survive until the end. Keep your secret close to your heart, lest your survival be all for naught.
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she/her
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demisexual
Moderator
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Post by oracle on Oct 6, 2019 4:29:42 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","mikmik"] [attr="class","mikmik2"] [attr="class","mikmik3"] [attr="class","mikmiktop"] [attr="class","mikimiktop2"][attr="class","ion-chevron-left"] [attr="class","mikmiktop3"][attr="class","ion-close"] [attr="class","mikmiktop4"]http://oracle.navi.jp/REVERSED-TAROT [attr="class","mikmiktopp"] [attr="class","mikmikimg"]  [attr="class","mikmiklyric"]SENDING LOVE[break]& SENDING DREAMS [attr="class","mikmiklyric2"] [attr="class","mikmiklyric3"]HERE, WE CAN CROSS OVER LCD WALLS [attr="class","mikmikmid"] [attr="class","mikmikmidleft"]0000 WORDS WRITTEN FOR oracle & Group [attr="class","mikmikmid2"]
It was strange enough to receive such an invitation out of the blue, but the contents simply could not be ignored. Of course, she would have loved to brush it off and return to her every day life, but the threat of that secret being leaked to the world... It was the last thing she wanted. So, while she didn't want to attend such a party, it seemed she didn't have any choice if she wanted to continue living her peaceful life. With gritted teeth, she would attend, but she wouldn't enjoy it. Not if she had any choice in the matter.
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For the location, of course it set her on edge. She knew the stories. She was sure there wasn't a soul alive or dead who didn't. None returned alive...That was what made her the most cautious. She had always made a point to steer clear of it, but now she was going to be heading right into the belly of the beast, thanks to that ghastly invitation.
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It was every bit like she had expected it to be, an old mansion rising out of the surrounding wood. There was something off about it, whispers that reached her, tapping into some primal fear. It looked out of place, and yet like it belonged there perfectly. A bizarre sort of contradiction that didn't lessen her misgivings about this party any less.
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Beware, beware, the whispers repeated over and over the closer she grew to the mansion. Despite its age, it did seem remarkably well cared for, perhaps making the setting stranger still. But who was behind this..? Her eyes narrowed as she regarded the mansion. At the very least, she'd keep her wits about her. That was all she could do, really. Relying on her own instincts and the whispers of those beyond, she would make sure that no one let that secret slip.
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Steeling herself, she stepped up to the door, fists balled at her sides. She wasn't sure what to expect, but the inside was well lit. But much like the outside, there was a pervading sense of off. As if just by stepping through the door, one had stepped into another world, or another time. The foyer was decently lit...but it didn't seem like anyone else had arrived yet. Surely she wouldn't be the only one called out in such a way? Really, this whole thing seemed like something right out of a horror movie. Well, she was already here. As long as she was smart, she'd be okay. But really, why was she the first one here?!
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They/them
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Pan
UNSORTED
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Oct 15, 2019 16:07:43 GMT
Post by minato on Oct 15, 2019 16:07:43 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","currage"] [attr="class","currage1"] [attr="class","curragetop"] [attr="class","curragelyric"] minato arisato the beginning & the end [attr="class","currageimg"] [attr="class","currageimg2"] [attr="class","currageimg3"]  [attr="class","curragetag"]
REVERSED TAROT - The Gambler
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'No one ever comes back alive', Minato had muttered to himself as he got out of the taxi, and the driver peeled out, spraying dust and gravel everywhere before taking off up the unpaved forest path to the manor. It was a good bluff; but not nearly as good as the entire reason he was here. Someone knew about what had happened a decade ago... Had they not, they never would've gone to such trouble to remain undetected in delivering such an ornate letter.[break][break]
"It's a good bluff." He muttered agian, following up his last utterance-- a hand slipping into his blazer pocket; idly palming the American golden dollar resting within it. He was nervous-- more nervous than he EVER was taking his seat at a table, but now wasn't the time for nervousness. If he was going to see this party through the night, it had to be played like it was just another game of cards.[break][break]
A short, measured breath to settle the nerves. Azure eyes shut slow, and the exhale came several beats after the inhale. His face had blankened-- reflecting nothing but what a viewer, if there even was one, would have wanted to see there. A perfect mask; a perfect mirror. The coin was flicked from his right palm to his left as he walked up the pathway to the door-- knocking twice before testing the doorknob; unexpectedly finding it yielding as he came into a shockingly well-kept interior.[break][break]
"This place is a horror show..." His tone was muted, eyes roving his surroundings as the coin in his left hand began idly 'walking' over his knuckles-- the weight against the back of his hand comforting as his eyes landed on what seemed to be another dubious 'guest'.[break][break]
"...I don't envy you, Miss. I wouldn't want to be the first person at the table when the table itself feels as unlucky as it does. What kinda madman hosts a dinner party at the Cabin in the Woods, after all?" A slight-- if internally calculated-- smirk tweaked the corner of his lips as his free hand came up, resting over his lapel as his head tilted a touch. "Minato Arisato. Charmed."[break][break]
[attr="class","curragebot"]Turn's yours, @akira. Ante up.
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Oct 25, 2019 12:04:24 GMT
Post by rebellenoir on Oct 25, 2019 12:04:24 GMT
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What’s up danger?
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❝There isn’t a lawyer alive that would take this new case against you.❞ He remembered reading that sentence clearly within the letter as it spilled a secret he’s worked hard to keep hidden from the world. Being a vigilante comes with a lot of responsibility, the main responsibility is always safeguarding the innocent in the dark. To do what the authorities cannot and simply go above the law. Well, what he had to do to reach one guilty verdict would really compromise him socially, so taking on this challenge seems rather fitting.[break][break]
Of course, there was the thought that this could all be some sort of bluff but..when an anonymous person knows this much about your secret lifestyle… well, there was no way he could take the chance, besides, Akira saw this as a challenge. The thief versus the man or woman in the shadows, it would be a treat to see which of them comes out of this the victor. [break][break]
So, the teen had arrived in the area… for what the locals considered to be an old mansion it looked rather impressive. The forest, however, was a completely different story. The suburban streets at night seemed like a nice Sunday morning walk in the park by comparison, not to mention the urban legend of those that entered the forest never came back alive. Heh if that were true- “Then who’d come up with the stories?” His voice didn’t ring out, but there was that cocky tone of him before taking a step forward. [break][break]
Perhaps it was easier for him, to dismiss everything as superstitious to hide the building anxieties. Whatever the case his hand took a hold of the knob and twists it then he pushes the door open and walks within its confined space. Nothing about the area screamed ‘normal’ at all. From what he gathered he must NOT have been the only one to receive this invitation. For something like this, he expected other people to be here. There’s no way he could have been the only punctual person in this world. [break][break]
Akira continues to tread through the hallways silently, he was content in a way that the establishment was quiet. There was no suspicious noise at all, then again if there was one Akira would just have to walk the opposite direction because only mad people would run towards something suspicious. Now, whilst being inside for awhile he heard a voice. The last thing he heard was the word ‘charmed’, people ARE here he thought. At least the voice didn’t sound suspicious but more of a polite introduction of sorts. Following that sound lead him into another room where he’d come face to face with a stranger..and “Futaba??” Quite the surprise to see HER here of all people.
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Post by Chie satonaka on Nov 1, 2019 13:48:47 GMT
Chie nervously slunk around the shadow filled corners in the same room of which the main attraction of a lavish table cloth and a shining flickering flame on its centre was located, she didn't know if these people knew her dastardly secret, she didn't know if they'd pull a knife on her the moment she turned her back to them.
Had she not been burdened with the crippling conundrum that had drawn its lines in her mind she would've loved to be at an event like this, lots of chatter and lots of stories to collect. However dreams were far from her reality, her reality at the moment was slumping against a shady wall and hoping that nobody started a conversation with her as that'd mean she'd stutter and stuttering could lead to the person within the conversation to start suspecting that something was off about chie. Like she'd poisoned the drink or something ludicrously devilish like that.
When that letter snuck its way through the innocently unaware letter flap on her doorway was the moment she started to fear for her own life, if someone knew that of all things… what else did they know? How would they use it against her?
Regardless of what those answers might be it didn't take away from the grandeur of choice for this little event that the perpetrator put together…. Chie loved the vibrant yellow linings upon some of the carpetining that lined the floor as well as lines that vaguely reminded her own the safe confinement of her own bedroom, over the past months it'd become her safe haven from the despicable monsters of anxiety and shame that loomed at her windows eager to take a bite out of the recluse and leave her to bleed out in her self made prisons.
All they needed to break the barricade was one simple sentence that would send chie's spirits even further down the rabbit hole… She prayed every night that nobody would ever find out what they were, but for now she sat, silently studying the scene playing out in front of her like a child trying to find waldo in a case file on Jack the ripper… She recognised nobody so far and told herself that it should stay that way…. The voice at the back of her head said otherwise
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Post by disgracedflag on Nov 3, 2019 14:41:40 GMT
[nospaces] BANG BANG BABY I SHOOT RIGHT THROUGH YOUR HEART [attr="class","cc_text"] What a joke. It was the only thought he had the entire time he'd been in the back seat of a taxi, watching the scenery go by every passing minute. There was a time he would've been eating this entire thing up, a time where the adventure would've sent his blood boiling and the mystery would delight him. Now Ryuji just felt a bitter acceptance toward the entire affair. Nobody knew what this letter dared try to speak of, nobody. If they did? He'd take the time to show them why it ain't a good idea to talk about it. He just needed to find the damn host of this little party and tell them its time to start crashing. [break][break] Cane met dirt before meeting concrete at the door, steps slower than normal as he tried to absorb everything that was around him. He heard a few people, saw a few more, but the utter emptiness of the house so far is what really gave him pause. Were they early? Was this some surprise mass arrest of a few troubled kids with nothing more to their name than a bad habit? No, nobody would be this desperate to get the dirt on a bunch of nobodies. That's the thought he repeated in his head at least, the one thing keeping the ever growing nerves from showing in his face or gait. His presence was more than it was worth, that's for sure. Maybe it was the disability, the way the cane echoed louder than gunshots in his head as every step deafened him with the sound. Maybe it was the titles, retired world class athlete, has been, even the growing title of a nobody. Maybe it was a hundred things, but the blonde held his head higher than he had a right to and a walk that tried to show more confidence than he'd felt in three years. He was an actor at this point, every day his show was pretending to still feel alive.[break][break] "Am I going to have to be the one to break it to everyone that this party is a massive disappointment so far?" Tone lighthearted and joking, grin curving his lips in feeble attempt to maybe break the ice with one or two unfamiliar faces. He knew why he was here, but why were they? Was everyone holding a secret? Was everyone having this exact same thought? There was no way of knowing. So he'd play a game himself, make it out like he didn't have a care in the world. That he had no secrets to give. If one played innocent, innocence is what'll show brightest.
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Nov 17, 2019 21:58:02 GMT
Post by Narukami on Nov 17, 2019 21:58:02 GMT
 Goodness gracious, how exactly did it all lead up to this? Narukami had received such an invitation to this manor out of the blue, remembering the ominous words inside and… the statement that followed it. They would release… WHAT?! The outside world simply couldn’t hear about it, it’d be more than just a simple embarrassment to Yu, it would force his reputation to be risked because of something that just so happened to occur. No, it wasn’t exactly a simple occurrence, at least that’s what Yu kept telling himself. As long as it was okay in his mind, it was okay to others. He had brought himself up believing that his truth was the absolute truth, the ‘be all, end all’. His inspiration? Himself. The reason he’s out here? Himself. Yu was still trying to formulate some sort of plan as the taxi pulled up to the manor, with the driver having to remind him that yes, they had come to their destination in this more than secluded location. Not even a ‘thank you’ was said to the driver as Narukami stepped out onto the woodland floor, taking the time to crack his neck and straighten out his jacket. “First things first…” he spoke to himself, feeling a breeze shoot past his collar. Yu inspected the first jacket pocket… it was still there, what he referred to as his charm. A symbol that was engraved with the name and picture of the God of Creation, Izanagi. His family was religious, and instead of believing in what they wanted to push down onto Yu, he instead searched for some sort of figure up above. Whilst his beliefs were in himself, Narukami felt that Izanagi, the deity, was somehow within him. Starting a brisk walk towards the front entrance, he took a moment to analyse the front. From looks alone, the location didn’t suit it. Thinking back to when he received the invitation, multiple thoughts flooded through his mind to try and somehow link two factors together. Affording to write a name in golden ink and now the well-kept state of this apparently abandoned manor, that simply screamed to Yu’s mind that whoever was responsible in leading him out here… they had to be in a huge position of power! Imagine being able to afford to organise such an event?! Others would call it a huge logic leap, Yu called it common sense. It was his sole intention to solve the truth of this manor, and he was confident that he was alone in such an investigation. With his hands buried within his jacket pockets, Yu edged closer and closer to the entrance and slowly placed a hand against the front door. Again, Yu told himself that he could sense other presences in the area. He closed his eyes, listening out for the voices that spoke to him… … … … Nothing, as he thought. It was the perfect time to survey the first scene, using both hands to push the door wide open, keeping his head down as per usual. Surprise welcomed him inside, to which there were already others gathered in the front entrance. He didn’t exactly feel obliged to introduce himself to these people, whoever they were? Yu was more concerned with the fact that his judgement was wrong, how the hell could others be here?! He couldn’t be wrong. Fortune just hated him for the day. words: 568tagged |
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