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Have you ever wondered what might happen if you ended up in the middle of an old-fashioned city, filled to the brim with knights and witch trials? That, in essence, is Labyrinthia.

There are two kinds who end up here;

Witches, and the side-characters. People enter Labyrinthia via a mysterious carriage, driven by a strange old crone through a forest... and, once going through the city, huge stone walls engulf the town gate, leaving you trapped inside the medieval world of knights, witches, the inquisition against them, and the Story, dictated by the town's king. Sometimes, on a rare moon, a visitor might recall this, but more often than not, the Grand Ruler of Labyrinthia, the Storyteller, devises a way to write these new people in. And the roles he comes up with are never, ever, dull.

Every so often, his parade dictates what shall happen. For example, short stories about two young apprentices being unfortunately burned to death, or even his own demise might be written. Everyone has a role, everyone has a PLACE.

... If you had powers before, they just might be gone now. And if they aren't, they might even be restricted. Beware--the townsfolk don't take kindly to magic...

1. Post your character/canon in a top-level comment.
2.:Give them a "role" in the story. If you'd like them to lose all memories of the life before Labyrinthia, you can do so. If you want them to end up a witch, make up a backstory, or make them someone who died, or just an outsider in mass confusion, go for it! For example, they might end up becoming a simple baker, and find out that, eventually, they're a witch. They may end up a witness in a witch's trial, or in the cage to be burned!
3. Reply to other comments in the setting, and go about your "daily life" as strange things happen in this odd city, or, if your character remembers things previous, try to figure out what's going on. Or you know, be mysterious and behind said weirdness, whatever!

Ideas for roles and prompts below! )
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Being a buckaneer ain't as easy as it seems. Pirates are outlaws, and however you ended up as one or among them, it isn't an easy life... but it can sure as hell be rewarding as fun! Pirates don't take shit from anyone, even other pirates. The health benefits suck, but the pay sure is good if you're decent at robbery at sea!

STEP ONE: Post with character name/canon.
STEP TWO: Tag each other.
STEP FOUR: EVERYONE IS PIRATES or prisoners BUT MOSTLY PIRATES (space pirates, sea pirates, whatever, be pirates. If you wanna describe what kinda pirate you be, go ahead, matey.)
STEP SIX: do you got the booty? ? ? ? ??


Sep. 8th, 2014 07:15 pm
lumamama: (Luma ✮ Story.)
[personal profile] lumamama
[ Somehow, you've found yourself on board a beautiful observatory filled with Lumas, the children of the stars, and their caretaker, a very tall, if quiet, woman. She wears a vibrant turquoise gown, a little crown atop her head. In her hand, a star-shaped wand. She floats gently off the ground, as if gravity had forgotten her existence. Her voice is gentle, quiet, yet distinct, and audible. ]

Oh, my. Now, how did you get lost, little one...?

[ The little Lumas seem to surround you, happily giggling, leaving trails of star magic. To her, everyone is a little one, a precious person or life in the Galaxies worth protecting. Yes, in a way, she's its guardian... ]

The stars are such a confusing place, to many... I suppose it isn't surprising. But, perhaps I can help...? From where did you come...?
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[ A beautiful, picturesque floating island. Beneath it, rivers of crystal and fertile lands. But this place is empty--barren of sentient life. The crystals live, and desire only to fill this world, this island.

First, you were at home, doing whatever, or perhaps in a battle, or eating apple pie--whatever you were doing no longer matters, be you God, Witch, Demon, Angel, or something else entirely. One moment, a horrible pulse through realities tears life away from its homes, and the next thing you know, you find yourself on that floating island looking down. A beautiful castle towers nearby, below it an empty landscape of crystals, rivers, and so on.

And now that you're all here together, the question is, how to get back? All your powers seem intact, of course, but getting home is no easy task. The landscape begins to change to reflect those around it... ]


[ The city during the beautiful daytime, most of its residents keep it looking beautiful and blue. Enemies and creatures below the island begin to appear, and you're left to realize they might try to advance, soon. It's getting cold. Seek shelter in the castle, perhaps? It may be the wisest decision--

But the interior hallways are strange, and filled with odd rooms, traps, and mirrors... ]


[ Corruption spreads like a disease from the bottom of the land's water upwards, a spiral of red and death and decay. Whomevere or WHATever is responsible for it knows no stopping. The dead creatures lumber back to life, climbing the floating island through towering waterfalls of red, advancing upon the castle like a plague.

The only choice left is to stay inside, now, but the corruption is seeking you out. Playing tricks. It's in the mirror. It's tempting you. You hear voices of things you never thought you'd hear, or hear again; maybe old lost loved ones, people you once held dear, or maybe a comforting lilt of a song to put you to sleep... don't go in too deep...


Well, what now? Fight, flee, follow, inspect? It's only natural to want to figure out what's going on... and with whom. To call out to that voice, yes?

The moon itself seems to scream and bleed, eyes in the sky, skeletal hands all over... the question remains: what to DO about this turn of events? Who could be responsible, if anyone? ]


[ A completely open scenario--you can do anything you like here. Food is freely available in trees and lakes on the floating island itself, and inside the castle lies man-made goods and things to cook with, among other necessities, long abandoned. Whatever your character might set out to doing, you can probably make something up here! ]
leteverythingstainher: (Confusion ⋉◉⋊ Eh? Eh...?)
[personal profile] leteverythingstainher
[ Because we needed a post for bad, good, true, and all other endings in between for all RPers to interact.

Have at guys.

Just be warned if Sal's involved violence is likely... and worse. ]
radmiles: (Confusion ♎ Pyrop3 qu3st1on noodl3 :?)
[personal profile] radmiles
[ SO THERE IS THIS TOTALLY RADICAL ALIEN GIRL WHO JUST SHOWED UP ON A SKATEBOARD, out of nowhere, doing some awesome flips and shit. She may or may not have ended up somewhere she didn't expect, though.

So she will pause her roll and flip her skateboard up into her red-gloved hands, then look down over her shades. You can barely see just whiteness. If she looks bemused, it's because she is. She doesn't recall the bubbles ever taking her in this direction... where is she? ]

Whoa, this is totally the opposite of where I expected to be with all that mad grindin' I did... dang! You gotta admit, though, that landing was totez amaze.

[ OOC: opting out of verbal quirks despite them being a thing in the main flashes in Homestuck because that would get super obnoxious super fast. Unless you want me to do that, in which case just holler I GUESS??? ]
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[personal profile] spooningwithherisbad
[ Somehow, for some reason, you've run into a very bizarre nine year old girl. She exudes a sort of worrisome aura, especially with the way she's got a broom in her hand... her face only shows slight irritation. She's obviously a witch, and some of quite a bit of power, though how much she can control it is up for debate... ]


[ Yes, you, whoever you are. ]

Your name. Now.

[ Demanding little brat, isn't she? ]
darkengagementring: Song: Friend Or Foe, t.A.T.u. (Is it too late?)
[personal profile] darkengagementring
[1 - Ryo]

[ Sometimes, one just happens to wake up in odd places and not remember why.

Especially when you're basically the host to 3,000 or so years of bad juju in the form of a man. As such, when Bakura awakens this time, possibly you found the kid passed out somewhere, or maybe he just woke up near you and you're the first person he's seen in awhile.

Or maybe any number of ridiculous scenarios has happened (anything goes!), but either way, have fun dealing with a very confused teenager... ]

[2 - Ring Spirit]

[ ... Unless you were unlucky enough to get involved with the other person inhabiting Bakura's body. Especially if you have any objects of magical power, you're probably going to be in huge danger.

Let's just hope he didn't steal your soul and stick it in a tabletop miniature, huh? ]

[3 - Black Magician Girl]

[ Or maybe you were lucky and happened to draw a certain card, and there she was! Or one day you found yourself waking up to a rather pretty girl, who seems to be really curious about who her new Master is. Or maybe you already knew her and she's just out and about, which IS unusual for a Duel Monster, isn't it? ]

[ OOC; I'm bad at open post ideas mgldkmg BUT both Bakuras in chocolate and vanilla flavors... with an added Black Magician Girl, because I can. Will RP pretty much anything but outright smut, so. Please shut this asshole up. ]
reinabeled: (I feel there's nothing I can do...)
[personal profile] reinabeled
[1 - Human]

[ So hey.

How many times do you end up suddenly somewhere else? Well, this just happened to Akane. Annnnd it's not his favorite thing. He's still getting used to his powers, so have a kid suddenly appear into existence nearby. You blink and miss how it happened; one moment he's not there, the next... here he is. Said kid is wearing a dark blue cloak, the inside is visibly red. His eyes are blue, but for a moment, you almost can swear they seem red. He's an odd one; probably nineteen or twenty, wearing dorky headphones and hot pink pants... a fashion disaster. ]

... Uh... this isn't right...

[2 - Demon]

[ You stumble onto a very strange scene. A young adult, a boy who isn't very tall with blue hair, wearing a red cloak. But he... doesn't seem right. In fact, he seems quite INhuman, as though something is Off about him. His eyes glow red; and he seems to have blood in his hair faintly...

he also appears to be injured.

There's a spear in his hand, but it dissolves into a dark, black-colored magic, leaving his bare hands behind. The boy looks around... but he's grinning, despite bleeding in places, and being covered in OTHER sorts of blood... hard to tell if his cloak is naturally red or stained it, really. ]

... Well, well... THAT sure ended interestingly. Now, who are you?
honoraryembryon: See how I push my glasses up and am glowing? Yeah that's bad for you. (At-ma gonna kick your ass.)
[personal profile] honoraryembryon
[ Because we needed one.

I'll make threads and we can just tag into them if we come up with more crap we want to do later, okay.

In other words, this is totally an excuse for me to make Roland babysit the Embryon more often at like 2AM.

OPEN TO ANYONE WHO RPs FROM DIGITAL DEVIL SAGA! Some scenarios will be locked to tribes/allies, though, for Reasons, so heed the titles and stuff. Feel free to add your own scenario thread. MINGLE AND HAVE FUN. ]
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[personal profile] butterflyaffected
[ Something is wrong. She didn't expect... what's going on?

It's strange.

She doesn't remember much after they fought one another. To just shut down and reawaken somewhere else--it puts her on edge. A door to the past, maybe? Someplace in the Abyss? Ah, she can't be sure. But there ARE two things Metis knows:

1) She cannot sense Aigis' presence, and it is deeply disturbing her.


2) She has no idea where she is, which means it's best to be on guard. At least she has her weapon, still. But, visor down, Metis will cautiously explore her surroundings--she has no pretense of even looking human, unlike her sister, and wouldn't even bother to care to TRY. So, have a robot girl. How do you react? Where is she? Maybe you can sense the fact she can wield a Persona. Maybe not.

She needs answers, and she needs them NOW. ]
attended: (High Priestess.)
[personal profile] attended
[ Time in the room ticks on by, ever so slowly.

And sometimes, he has visitors. Sometimes, he doesn't. The beautiful Velvet Room hasn't changed much--what it truly is only Igor really knows. Even the ones living and working there see it slightly shaped to suit their needs, basic though they may be. Today he wonders if, perhaps, he'll have company. The door could open, and in could walk his Guest.

... Any of the possibilities. So perhaps you came into this beautiful, blue room (and it will change to suit YOUR personality, your deepest desires or fears or comforts) of your own free will. Or perhaps you simply woke up here. Either way, here you are. ]

Welcome to the Velvet Room. How may I assist you today...?

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[ Some days, he's allowed out. Or told to leave and retrieve an item. Today is one of those days, and the Velvet Door, unseen by most, closes behind the young man. He's dressed quite strangely, in his long blue coat with its yellow buttons, his blue boots, white gloves, and glasses. Green eyes survey his surroundings, and he'll take a moment to tuck a bit of that teal-colored hair behind an ear before he comes to a decision. He could be anywhere... perhaps he's even here by accident? Either way, he has a purpose. Talk to him? Most don't seem to notice him, after all, but...

Maybe today, he's just people-watching, as one of those rare treats when he can leave the room for a few precious moments. To those with senses, something about him is distinctly off, though what is hard to pinpoint. ]
scatteringlove: (To build a door to let me in)
[personal profile] scatteringlove
[ A huge, beautiful castle out of a fairytale. A broken-down brick wall in the courtyard, and a single, very tall girl with green hair and horns. She seems too odd to be real, but oh, she is, and despite it all... she watches, and she waits for her time to be done. Every person she sees gets a smile; she sits out here on a chair during the nice days when the weather allows it. Sometimes she just people watches... admires from afar. Donates to strangers. Asks what troubles them.

She can also be found inside libraries or schools, reading books to children, usually fairytales. Teaching children how to read; indulging their questions. When asked, her answer is always "so that I seem like a fairytale myself," but anyone observant or with extra senses can tell this is false.

She IS one--cursed, or, to put it better, spelled to look as she does intentionally, a human girl who cast aside her mortality and her old life and locked herself way. There's many old tales about her home that she answers. How a beast lived there--

"Yes, that's true, but they were a nice one... very lonely, but nice."

How terrified this beast was of people, so on so forth. She donates books, purchases her own... the fortune she amassed was part of the spell. But sometimes, sometimes, she runs into people that she wants to do more than simply chat briefly with or smile to. Sometimes, she does more than visit schools or children who are ill. Sometimes, people find HER when she ventures away. There's a sad aura about her even though she smiles; a successful Children's Book author, her tales of the Beast of Beauty and her Prince as well as all the others, are loved by children everywhere. Sometimes she does book signings, too. But at the end of the day, she goes home to that large brick castle (still oddly standing; she claims its a family heirloom she maintains), to the security of its walls.

The doors are unlocked, these days; the windows no longer barred, the large walls no longer guarding her from people she hardly understands. She does all the things she can to help people, even if specifically, she's bad at speaking with them... Mirabelle Horne (it must be an alias, no one knows her true name, not even her biggest fans) is a woman who seems to try very hard regardless. She opens her home to anyone who would like to stay there, a beautiful castle. It has wings for other people; on occasion, she rents them out, has visitors.

Perhaps today is one of those many reasons she may be who you've met. Or maybe she just got a bit lost (she's still quite bad at navigating this outside world...), but either way... she'll try, book in hand, to smile to the first person she meets, even if it's a little shy and awkward. ]

H... hello... um, ah...

[ Gosh she's still so BAD at this!!! Her voice sounds so young--she can't be older than twenty, surely? Six feet tall, stringy, green hair, fangs... really, she looks her "part", but she's hardly intimidating, as shy as she is. ]
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[personal profile] eternalturning

[ Inside a large forest hidden away amongst the trees are rumors of the seven greatest treasures in the world. A beautiful song from a woman lures seekers inside the forest, but they lose their way and eventually reach its epicenter, unable to turn back. A thick, ominous blanket of fog and the scent of death and solitude permeates the air. Surrounding this large complex is a graveyard filled with the countless tombstones of those who trespassed in the Master of the Graveyard's outside domain. Two children flit about between the graves with weapons, their insane giggles and singing and games the only thing to be heard, while an elegant woman of a terrifying red hue and her parasol patrols the rows with them. If you make it past this, inside you'll find a large, almost dormitory like building, rooms for each resident. First, you'll find a theater, elaborate curtains and a cinema and a play screening the objects of a lonely man's collection and a playwright's work.

Further inside past the theater are halls lined with various bedrooms and the like, a kitchen, as well, thick with the scent of fresh meat and old bloodstains on the table in the center. Near the kitchen is a small stage of beautiful and elaborate purples, decorated gorgeously. The domain of the Demented Dancer, a beautiful man with long purple hair tied in a bow, if you're a woman, your capture is almost utterly likely. Then, you'll find a large courtroom, where a vicious girl of a teal hue will swing her gavel and sentence you in a swift, speedy trial that ends straight in going to hell. If somehow you survive this, by some minor miracle, you might see the garden on the other side, tended by a cursed gardener who lives out their days as a simple choreman. Further in, an elaborate dining hall where a pretentious girl of a yellow hue will serve you the day's things, always happy to play the leading role. But at the depths of this Evil Kingdom lies a large clocktower, where a man with blue hair is situated on top of a spinning gear, never moving, always there, day in and day out, for his namesake. Heartless, now, he is the very cogs themselves, the very things that keep this hellish demon's domain running.

Welcome to Evil's Forest; enjoy your stay, if you manage to live. The denizens are not all bad... if you take the time to get to KNOW them. ]

[ OOC: An open post for anyone RPing or wanting to RP with the various denizens of the theater, there will be subthreads for location, and then when you tag, just specify who you want! At this time we do not have a Waiter or MA, but you are free to add them to the list if you DO! Just have fun with it. ]
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Don't worry, Sis.

[ There's a rather ostentatious looking young boy wearing a lot of purple, with a large doll following him. Maybe you recognize them, maybe you don't. Either way, the boy and his large, self-walking and not so much talking doll seem a bit--well... lost. ]

Kagutsuchi can't be far from here...

[ He pauses, listening intently to--nothing? There are no words, but he must have heard someone. ]

On, no! Don't worry. I won't push myself. If it comes to it, we can ask for directions, right?

[ He does seem a bit confused, though, odd as the duo are... help a little boy out? ]


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