A forgery carefully weaved to shatter human bonds, blurring the line between fantasy and reality.There was no wind, no rain, and no reason. Only regret. Using Black Battler from canon Ougon Musou Kyoku CROSS.
— Looks like her body will admit defeat before her heart does.. it’s going to be fun.. seeing her like this.. it gave him thrills.
There was no grace, nor beauty in killing her senselessly; not while there was still craft to be made, blood to be accounted for, and wonderful spectacles to unfold.
Truly, without him coming into existence, Life would’ve crawled to a painfully dreary crawl; killing hundreds upon hundreds that were not even worthy of becoming one with the many, where was the fun in that?
At least here, within this mansion, he had sanctuary, finding a beauty like this girl trapped in a basement assured that he has encountered the truly gifted, and he intended to drag out every last remnant of humanity in her, until she was preserved and broken.
“From today on, you are my possession. Your heart, your body, everything.. hihihih!”
“Don’t get such a big head. The only reason I pulled you from that boring looping story was because I was b-o-r-e-d.” The reason for doing everything she does, but to bring someone with such a dark aura around was extreme, even for a spectator the vowed to stay natural for the remainder of each passing game she’d partake in. Buuut~ who was watching this little interaction between the two~? “Alright, so here’s the deal. You become my piece that I throw into countless universes, and in return you’ll be under my perfect, certain protection!”
The man born of pure dark intent was over looked, in her eyes the dark glow was nothing more than a flickering shadow in the light of her greatness. But, if anything like the original he too would be able to create a miracle that would distract her from her illness.
“You’re such a foolish witch, Lambda…” Hushed tone carried with it an assertive dye, “Does the Witch of Certainty have no more pieces for her game? Hah, I will entertain you… Don’t misunderstand; there is no element of self-preservation, if I desire you to die, you will die. Death is inseparable from the other symptoms of time.”
Addressing her with the hostility she so deserved, more than willing to take the head of this witch for her words… Ah, how wondrous it would be if he’d cut and tore, pulled everything out of her, chopped it up, stitched it back together all wrong, and put it in backwards. What kind of face would she make then, with the sound of her voice that was discernible from the cries of agony that often played him a melody.
“You brought me here, could it be that you want me to kill you?”
Piece by piece, memory by beautiful memory, they would be dyed black and ripped from her; one by one, until nothing left of her personality remained, and he could reshape her broken mind, in a way that better served his cruel desires… It must be fate to lie in the arms of a killer in order to find relief, to have substance to bring about closure. Her broken heart melting into the fissures of one that is cracking, perhaps to mend about each other, or to destroy each other.
“Upon first glance I confess I’ve desired to witness you writhe in all you are; your suffering appeased my mind, and my black heart does ache for your sweetest of cries. But I’ve come to see not all is what it seems… I’m intrigued by the picture you’ve painted, my eyes no longer lost in a gleam of Hell, but rather the horror that is your light…”
Words tempting as the sensation of his teeth to her neck, “Tell me…” wishing for nothing more than to see her pained face, but having a killer do nothing, was a first. Like a rush of euphoria that makes him wish to breathe the words:
She’s lost—smothering the thought down before even a syllable of his deceit was revealed, and he opted to display the faint intrigue as to what could possibly interest this girl into seeking him out for guidance. Still the youngling she was, the decision to gain the favor of this terrifying man doesn’t seem to be worth staking everything on, does it?
And how those eyes watched her with twisted pleasure to what was before him now. This madness was now introduced to a whole new realm that he could never truly find placing in, other than being the theory, the killer, and the sacrifice for the ones he once tormented.
“You’re lost, eh?” That voice, his voice, Those single words bled from his mind in the twist of a demonic tongue once his cloth was grabbed,
“Then, why don’t you be a good girl and come along with me. You’re not afraid… are you?”
“ — mister knows where to go? ”
she is fair: warm gold halos her head, skin pale as the streetlights and moonbeams kissed it, so gentle is she. glistening reds gaze up at him, watery and glossy, revealing her very reason for approaching him. FEAR. the unfamiliar world is too cold , too big , & t o o unforgiving. seemingly, he had become another victim of apathy , or , perhaps he jests at her. amusing to tease the blonde, to play with such a tiny thing. & yet, she is gripping the fabric harder;a memory of periodical ignorance seizes her, coldness clutching her heart with grinning malice.
she looks like a doll, with porcelain skin CRACK-ABLE and fragile, ready to become useless in mere moments of a slip & fall. her trust in him wavers, but has she a choice? there is no one to reach out for but the devil. yet if MORE is obtained through his demonic deeds, has she lost? furthermore
— wasn’t she a good girl?
“ i’m not afraid. i just don’t want to be all a l o n e . ”
“Very well. I’ll look after you…
A child-woman, born to love and to be loved by others in return - and oh so easy to break. To have her perceive anyone, or anything he desires, that is what he wanted — mentally taking apart something was rather enjoyable.
Even then, he thinks that she looks even younger and more vulnerable, and if he only had the smallest ounce of affection inside him, he’d pause and consider that she’s trembling - and, maybe, he’d learn that her, though anticipating her actions, she is scared.
Well, a doll that is simply pretty and doesn’t disobey is better than a walking, moving creature of flesh and blood. It wouldn’t defy you, would it? But she wouldn’t. With the words she spoke, everything had changed. He’d merged her petite form against him and looked into what lurked beneath that calm, shy demeanor, and saw her dormant potential ( of what he can turn her into ). Maybe she herself knew what he was to bring about, knew what he was, and that was why she approached him without a care.
"It feels nice now, doesn’t it? Knowing that you aren’t alone anymore.”
Throughout the past few months we have gotten various reports regarding your behavior in several areas. These reports have ranged from harassment, to plagiarism, to causing drama on the dash, to general rudeness and lack of consideration towards others. It takes us a while to process one report, but in this case we’ve had so many spread out from a number of different people that we’ve had to work through the process multiple times. That being said, no individual warnings will be issued in this case, as they’ve all been rolled into one decision and you have had your behavior pointed out to you by your fellow members enough times to correct.
The content and proof in these reports, as with the continuous nature of them without any cessation in sight has lead to no hasty decision. From this point onward your characters will be removed from our masterlist, and you are banned from reapplying.
We hope that this is a learning experience for you and in the future you will be more considerate to those around you.
Alright, I have to draw a line somewhere. I really, really hate doing this but, this is getting fucking ridiculous.
First off, horrible lie, citta mods. You have to provide PROOF and consider the relevance of whats a lie and whats not, and put things into consideration within your own mind and that every action and reaction creates possible gaps in time where you can actually prove something. It’s stupid to claim that I’ve harassed, plagiarized, caused drama ON THE DASH, or was even rude to ANYBODY when all you have to do is go through my posts, and get the evidence yourself rather than claim that people have been reporting me for months? Really? How is that possible when I haven’t had any negative run-ins with anybody since that little Dustin/Nica fiasco?
If you feel that your falsified evidence can easily be second guessed or disregarded, but you feel that it’s the only way to get your point across then bring it to me and I’m sure I’ll enjoy looking it over.
[Reference from your Post: These reports have ranged from harassment, to plagiarism, to causing drama on the dash, to general rudeness and lack of consideration towards others.]
Exactly who have I harassed? What have I stolen? What drama have I caused on the dashboard? Or even better, who am I generally rude to?
Literally NO ONE. All you’re doing is playing favorites just so those liars could have their way. Do you know why you’ve never provided me with little to no proof of any of this? Because there is none.
And if this is your reasoning, your legitimate reasoning; then you have no right to call yourselves a mod because this has gotten far too ridiculous for me to continue.
oh, how quickly this world DEVELOPS. she’s seen it twist, turn, & transform into unfamiliarity before, leaving those who could not adapt & keep up in the dust. already, already she had seen it happen once. and now, again. skyscrapers reaching a height she could not, rainbow lights that hurt when her gaze focused on it for too long, she realized she was frightened. the people in white– scientists, they called themselves, had flooded her with information. she wished she could recall one, recall ANY. unfamiliar street names & foreign imagery aroused discomfort, wishing again for r e l i a n c e .
when learning, birds attempt so on fair height. this, however, was a deep drop, almost a promise to plummet. she is still a baby bird, & without assistance, she’d only fall.
she breathes in the air, not even wincing with each intake of frozen breath. sharp red cheeks and nose are colored against the paleness of her skin, lips parting shakily as a hand reached out to grab onto stranger’s coat.
“ i think i’m lost——.”
She’s lost—smothering the thought down before even a syllable of his deceit was revealed, and he opted to display the faint intrigue as to what could possibly interest this girl into seeking him out for guidance. Still the youngling she was, the decision to gain the favor of this terrifying man doesn’t seem to be worth staking everything on, does it?
And how those eyes watched her with twisted pleasure to what was before him now. This madness was now introduced to a whole new realm that he could never truly find placing in, other than being the theory, the killer, and the sacrifice for the ones he once tormented.
“You’re lost, eh?” That voice, his voice, Those single words bled from his mind in the twist of a demonic tongue once his cloth was grabbed,
“Then, why don’t you be a good girl and come along with me. You’re not afraid… are you?”
