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I shall forgive you for being Scottish and not being able to see the US Congress debates.

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"Good morning Cherno. Are you okay? You look a little ... winded."

Temperance, she made it. She actually made it, and what's more - she waited for him. Cherno could hardly believe himself. This was the same Temperance that was known throughout many grades as someone who typically hung out with bullies. It all seemed a bit unreal to him at first, but he tried to bring his himself away from his exasperation. He stood up and brushed a hand through his hair in slight embarrassment. Was she smiling at him? She was smiling at him. This- this was ridiculous. Silly. Why was she doing that? Cherno felt terrible. Shit. Why did he have to be so rude like this?

At first, his eyes were wide in bewilderment and he mouthed out a few silent phrases, trying to procure something to say. Blast it. He couldn't get anything out right now. He brought his hand away from his hair, and sighed. He walked slowly over to the back of the diner. Wait. What- what was this? He glanced around. He slowed his pace. Down - down to his feet. The- the floor ...

UGH.

That- so much dirt! Goddamnit. This place was dirty. Oh no. This was terrible. Terrible. He had never been to Lacey's, but he never expected it to be so dirty. The marble floor was caked with stains, and as Cherno glanced around, he seemed to pinpoint all of the other grime-stained points in the room. It was silent besides that. He almost forgot about Temperance as he swerved around looking at everything, like a confused dog unable to comprehend its surroundings. He was going to get sick. His forehead felt warm and his ears flushed.

This was going to be the bane of him.

He quickly strode over to the far end of the diner and swiftly took his seat in front of Temperance, squeezing his eyes shut. This- this place was so dirty ... oh dear god, she'd, she's going to think that he was feeling uncomfortable because of her. He brought his head down and held a palm to his forehead. Briefly opening his eyes to see the red table- goddamnit, there were so many stains he could see. Ugh! There's no way in hell he'd eat anything from here! Did he have a cloth? A spray bottle? Shoot, he needed something to- to clean this horrible mess.

But he snapped back to remembering the girl in front of him. Ugh. He probably looked dazed and sick to her. He did not want to breathe in the dirty air heavily, but he had no choice. He raised his head - eyes closed - and inhaled deeply. Opening his eyes, he looked back at Temperance with a smile.

"Hey there, Temperance. I'm uh-- I'm fine. Just flighty from having to stroll down here quickly. Don't pay it any attention. I-- I'm really sorry for being late. We should probably discuss some of the stuff in that ridiculous e-mail. You dig?"

He needed a glass of water, fast. He hid his right hand below the table, shaky and clammy from the effect of all of this grime.

Spoiler: Temperance Interaction Data

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◤ tumblr ▣ logic ▣ mood: rushed ▣ interaction: temperance ◢​

9:40. 9:40. 9:40.

Damn it damn it damn it damn it damn it he was fucking late. What a rush. All a big rush. Goddamn traffic and everything Temperance was going to hate him why was he so fucking terrible with timing and everything like this.

It was funny to him. Temperance of all people was the only one who responded to his ideas about the e-mail. They barely spoke, and yet Cherno always thought of Temperance as the type of girl who seemed to live a sort of double life. Uncertain of her own identity? He didn't know. He barely saw her, beyond Lit class, where she and her friends gave him death glares and sent snarky remarks shooting his way. Cherno would consider their ideas as significant of imbeciles if he didn't feel a bit sad for them having to do things like that.

Cherno reached Lacey's and with a swerve into the door, he forcibly kicked it open with his leg, his coat fluttering off behind him in the cold winds and his grey Converse sneaker almost denting the glass. He tripped inside clumsily, and lurched over, breathing heavily. Did Temperance even get his response? He was hoping to his own existence that the girl saw his response. He didn't want to feel stood up for all of this effort. He never even ate breakfast, goddamnit.

"T- Tem- Temperance ... a-are you ..." He puffed out, tired and breathy, between gasps of air. He looked up and saw his familiar, green-eyed acquaintance, off near the back of the diner, ready to eat.

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Even while intent on his poetry, Cherno always had his senses open. In environments like the cold, clean air, he was much better suited to hearing and acknowledging those around him. He focused on bringing the blood of the frosty winds to ink his paper with thought, but at the same time he couldn't help but be intrigued by the conversation that was taking place between those over at the seating. Musical kids. Playing music wasn't his thing, but he loved listening. Funny too, because people usually associated analytical minds with musical talent. Funny how the world works.

A concert. Cherno knew Quintus was quite the talented player from what he understood. He did, however, file away details about the other boy's guitar playing off to the back of his head. Maybe he could teach Cherno some lessons in the future. He scribbled along on his pad, placing on the paper the essence of the natural cold around him. Poetry was second rate to him. But at the same time he noticed not many of his fellow students really appreciated his work. Bluh. They'd never really get the gist of beat poetry and the euphoria it brings to the mind anyway. He's tried a few times before, to help them understand. People need open minds. He suspected - no, concluded, almost concretely.

He looked up at the trio, taking a brief break. Among the lifeless winds, he had to bring his environment to life half of the time. But with - people - it was, it was different. They were ecstatic. Lively. Real. Real people. With all of his analysis of others, Cherno took it to himself to understand, and remember, that these collections of experiences, thoughts, ideas, hopes, dreams, and loving qualities were people. Maybe it was what helped him bring the other aspects of his environment to life in his poetry. Could it be? These were one of the questions he would think about at night. It didn't help that he wasn't really close to anyone, though.

They all certainly looked lively. Talk of a concert. Cherno was certainly interested in learning more about them - especially Quin. He laid his beats upon the notepad to the rhythm of the cold winter soul. His left foot, strewn upon the grass in front of him, tapped a small metric pulse. Poetry was a product of the human mind interacting with the environment. So were concerts. Celebrations of the universe and how people understood it. Cherno loved music. This concert was certainly interesting to him.

Maybe he would check it out - come watch dear Quin, surprise her with interest. Get to know her a bit more. Not for scanning sake, no. Just to meet another person, and he had to take it one step at a time.

And as if on queue, Quin turned in his direction. His eyes widened. Did- did she know of his presence all along? Bah! How silly of him to not notice this! Damned e-mail considerations messing up his routine, it seemed. But he found it all amusing. He glanced back and let out a smile, and as if she read his thoughts on him visiting the concert, she nodded at him. She- she wanted him to visit her concert, did she?

Ha! It would be very rude of him to deny that offer!

Cherno stopped for a moment. That girl. Quin was something. The wind whistled around him in his pause, and after a few moments, he ripped out the verses he had written and absentmindedly stuffed them in his left pocket. Perhaps he would have something to show someone, today. He'd hope, anyway. Cherno stood up from his place by the tree, and quickly dusted himself off. He considered himself very satisfied. He had a good start on the puzzle of that deranged e-mail; he was able to get away from the chaos of the school for just a moment, and what is more, he could potentially be on his way to listening to good music while learning more about the enigmatic denizens of tumblr that he knows little about as actual people.

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People he knew, just barely.

Cherno looked up at the congregation by the seating in the courtyard. A could wind blew through the trees, and he felt the gentle tickle of the frost on his nose as he blinked. He knew them. Well, he knew the girl. What was her name? Bah, Quintus, right. They had rarely spoken, but they shared a number of classes. The other two he was less familiar with. He looked down and brought a thoughtful palm to his forehead. What were their tumblr names? He was terrible with memorizing things about people. He thought the other one was ... Tyler, but he could not be certain, and he wouldn't let this eat away at him. The e-mail problems already did enough of that.

He looked down at the cascade of ideas and probabilities on his notebook, but his thoughts were distracted. Should he go over to meet them? Eh. He looked back up. The third boy was creeping over slowly and carefully, as if walking on glass. His body was taut in nervousness. Was he approaching Quintus? Cute. Cherno chuckled. Did she have an enemy, or did she have a lover? He made a mental note to go speak to Quintus later - and maybe the other kid as well, if he was interested. Should he go say hi?

Nah.

They looked busy enough talking away. He had different plans. He always had different plans. Cherno looked back at his notebook and sighed gently. Sometimes he felt so distant from the people he was meant to know enough through the internet. As if he set up his own barriers to them. But his thoughts on the e-mail could help, at least. He'd approach them later if they were still there.

Cherno glanced up at the tree above him. Gaunt and imposing. Old, weary with age, as if it had seen better days and looked towards a hopeless future. He laid his back to the tree, and it was like a shadow, a spectre upon his being, that always followed him. Its branch tips rustled in the breeze. Cold. He liked it, though. He stopped pondering about the e-mail for a moment, and clicked his pen a few times in consideration. Finally, he looked back at his acquaintances. They seemed busy enough. No need to disturb them. He had some time to himself.

He should write something about this lovely weather before everything around him turned dismal and depressing. Poem? Sounds good. He'd have to finish things quickly though, or else risk having to clean up his thoughts after school.

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◤ tumblr ▣ logic ▣ mood: inquistive ▣ ooc: Oh gosh this is wonderful. ◢​

E-mail. E-mail. E-mail.

All over tumblr. Filling up his inbox. Cherno's thoughts were a mile a minute, his logic like bolts of lightning as he turned over the possibilities of that strange e-mail over in his head. His fingers twiddled magnetically and unconsciously over the colourful Rubik's cube that danced around in his right hand. His dark coat, the colour of wood and autumn, fluttered off behind him as his batlike form darted through the hallway, his eyes as fast as his feet as he snaked his way through the throngs of younger and order students. He had to get to his set of trees quickly. There's no damned way he'll let some of the underclassmen claim it, especially in a dire time like this.

E-mail. It's all Cherno could think about. The e-mail. He wasn't really paranoid about it at first, but he always over-thought things. How flawed of him. He didn't care, it's what made him Cherno. But it never helped him settle issues like this until he was sure about all of the factors he was presented with. He didn't even look at his feet as he tried dodging people. Left. Right. Left. Right. It seemed half-nature to him, as if he was always in a rush when in his stages of analysis. What was the world to Cherno, at this very moment, was the e-mail.

And yet it was surely ridiculous - a hoax, a ploy, perhaps to get you to live your life more. But nobody on the internet would spread something like that, let alone the people in this dreary school he knew online. They received it too. He pondered on that for a moment, slowing to a stop, as a fairly tall underclassman almost bumped into him. He sidestepped, and was unintentionally slammed against a few of the lockers by the rivers of people. His thoughts shook, but his logic stayed strong. He slipped past a few girls in his grade walking by, and continued his rush to the outside lunch area.

Consider it a chain e-mail. Okay, there's no chain. It was sent to only a few of Cherno's friends as well. This is a terribly odd puzzle. No chain with a chain mail. It would just be mail with the characteristics of a chain letter. Spread fear, get you to follow certain rules - that's it, that's the connection. But it's still like a chain letter. At least in content. Someone's probably targeting his group of friends.

But is it a prank from the friends themselves? He wouldn't know. He shook his head as he bumped into a boy from his grade. Apologizing half-heartedly, he continued on his way. Almost there. So close to the door. The scent of frosty air danced around in his nostrils. He didn't know his acquaintances enough for them to do something like this. Temporarily rule out that possibility. It couldn't be, for now. What Cherno knew however, was that the contents of the letter were most definitely false, and could not, in any rational way, be true or applicable under the physical circumstances that he and his friends found themselves in.

Partly satisfied with this temporary conclusion, Cherno slowed his pace slightly. Guh! He heard a rather loud thump. A collision? Looks like one of the classmates in his grade bumped into some other girl. He stopped and shifted his eyes to the poor girl on the ground. An underclassman. Delicate features. Her books are carefully written on. Cherno could never help but always scan people he came in contact with. Graceful patterns of movement. What is more, she seemed visibly startled - not simply from bumping into his classmate, but the attention he brought to her. He knew the underclassman only vaguely - he always forgot her name because she was so quiet, and they rarely talked. But the air with the congregation of people was rather suffocating, and the girl's books strewn upon the ground messily made hairs on the back of his neck stand on head. Goddamn messes and chaos. Ordinarily, he would have helped, but Cherno needed to get out of there quickly. He ducked his head and turned off towards the door.

Fresh, cold, air. It was relaxing to Cherno, as he breathed in deeply. The weather was getting chillier, but he still had some time to enjoy the outdoors before his next class. He glanced at the students moving to and fro, and he was able to pinpoint a few people he knew - but he still needed to think about that e-mail. He was only partly satisfied, and he wondered if he could find a proper solution. Maybe find a better solution to tell his friends.

He walked over to the empty glade by the softly swaying trees, where he usually thought and wrote poetry. Cherno pushed his back to the bark, and slid down, sighing gently. He retrieved his phone and looked at the time. Still some time left. Putting it away, he set his Rubik's cube on the grass beside him, took out a small notepad and pen, and began to write the details of his thought processes. He simply hoped that his friends would disturb him a bit later at lunch time - it wasn't like the food here was even tolerable, or that he felt like eating right now anyway.

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>> ◉ Open the Door​

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You open the door, and motion for the party to enter in the darkness. A few of them take some time to react, looking at the floor and the ceiling and the darkness surrounding them, but eventually you get their attention.​

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As you enter the strange passageway, the mist begins to throb against your head. It grows thicker and more concrete - the dark substance like a terrible glue that threatens to press against and separate you and your party. It moves around swiftly as a gas and seems to solidify in the air. The voices grow louder and more incomprehensible - but now it is definite that the waterfall-like noise, and the wind you heard before, had in fact been voices. They shoot at your skull with a bullet-like force, and the darkness begins chipping away at your sanity. The mist drags at your legs below. You hear Neku let out a scream.​

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But then something strange happens.​

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[sound] The incomprehensible yelling begins to turn into a chanting as you move further through the dark passageway.​

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It almost seems religious in its nature. It gives you a strange sort of energy, but at the same time you feel your consciousness slowly slipping away from your body and becoming more one with the mist. As if you could feel the words of the voices pulsate and stay in rhythm with your heart.​

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You see a light at the end of the tunnel. Is it a light? The chanting has diminished your senses, and everything to you seems blurry and unreal. It pulsates to the beat of the music. You stumble and trip onto the dark floor. It seems wet and damp, as if made of the churning mist. You blink and the light disappears. You are back in darkness and see nothing, and do not even feel the presence of your party. What happened?​

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Your mind begins to collapse, and the mist seems to be pulling you further into the ground. You cannot feel your body - it is as if your mind is separate from it. You hear banging and ringing around you, thunderous and extremely unsettling in its tones, as you think it must be the sound of your physical form being crushed under the weight of the mist. The chanting grows louder, and eventually it is all that fills your mind.​

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And after a while, the chanting dies down.​

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The room is enveloped in a deep hum that emanates from the mist.​

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You open your eyes, suddenly back in your body.​

You wake up on a hard, black cast-iron floor. Bumpy and uncomfortable. You grimace. But as your vision returns, you realize these bumps are human shapes - not only carved into the ground, but on the ceiling and in the wall. Far off in the distance, past more mist, you see an enormous doorway. ​

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The mist here is thick, but there are no voices - no chanting. The mist does not want to seem to attack you. It swirls around you with a curious nature. ​

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You look at your hands. They are stained with blood. Blinking, you turn next to you, and see your party members.​

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You shake the one closest to you, Vivi.​

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He falls limp onto Misty's lap. They appear to be lifeless shells now. You notice black voids in their chests, dripping blood that you can trace back to your crimson fingertips.​

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Vivi's jacket is bloodstained and ripped. Misty's scarf is missing. Neku's headset is snapped across its bridge. Krowley is not even here. Where did Krowley go?​

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The mist suddenly begins to swirl into a sphere within the middle of the room. You slowly get up, your limbs aching shaking. The spherical mist forms the light you originally saw in the dark passageway. It seems it wants you to follow its presence.​

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Yet it is really hard for you to do so. You feel alone. Abandoned in the middle of nowhere, where death can await you at any turn, and only this bright beacon to guide you.​

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[ ] Follow the beacon.​

[] Swipe at the mist.​

[ ] Talk to the beacon.​

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Hello sir! It appears your signature is a tad too large! Is it possible to change it to something fitting 500 x 500 or resizing it?

But a KH-Vids member cannot understand it? It must be the "mainstream anime" dialect.

Oh maledictions. I even had the culturally-relevant American hamburger platter ready for the influx of immigrants.

Are we utilising that currency in place of reputation points and crystals now? We are not even technically in his second term yet and Obama is already making these changes!

Full Name: Cherno Plume
Appearance: x
Age: 17
Likes: Poetry, dancing, board games, climbing/hiking, puzzles, big coats, the cold, autumn, sweet food, vegetables and legumes, coffee, math and science, graphic design, Kantian and post-Kantian philosophy, clean rooms, video games, anime, left-wing politics
Dislikes: Spicy food, all meat except fish, arguments, pastel colours, revealing clothing, arrogant attitude, history, Descartes philosophy, unclean rooms, anarchy, the colour black (ironically)
Weaknesses/Fears: Fear of: eventual failure, inability to comprehend a situation, spiders, rats, wasps, contagious diseases, the dark, his mother and father, the state of his own body
Strengths/Talents: Facing immense obstacles and challenges, analytical and abstract thinking, problem-solving, can play the trumpet very well
Personality: Cherno is a quiet and sneaky, yet kind-hearted and careful fellow. He is typically pensive and melancholy, but this hides the burning flames of enthusiasm for his various interests, and he can get quite vitriolic, angry, and opinionated at times. He often spouts slightly sarcastic comments with a sweet smile. He is a neat freak obsessed with puzzles, typically carrying a Rubik's cube with him, and is slow to judge others. He gets very nervous around his fears, and any mention of his parents either shuts him down or flusters him.
Sexuality: Demisexual
Contact Information: Tumblr
Favorite Color: White

OOC: Dear lord schoolwork can be terrible.



Fulmine squirmed and scrunched up his face slightly, as the girl held her tight death grip on his nose. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. That girl really seemed protective of herself. But Fulmine understood why. He should stay calm. She was accusing him of outrageously silly things regardless!

"Pleaze," He began, his voice stunted in its breath with the pressure upon his nose. "There'z no need to keep doing dat. I'm delling you honezdly, I had no perverded indendions in my mind when I dezided to zee you!"

He thrust up his arms in the air for emphasis. "If you led me go, I can explain. I waz curiouz, to be honezd. I don'd like zeeing people zdanding alone by demzelvez. I waz juzd wondering if you we're gonna be okay!"

Fulmine stared intently at the girl pinching his nose. From this angle, she still seemed very small. He could potentially overtake her and release himself, but he did not want to harm someone like her so quickly - especially when he was trying to gain her delicate trust. She seemed like the type of person, to poor Fulmine, that trusted very rarely. But that was simply what he thought from all the types of people he did know, both offline and online.

What was more important to him was to make sure that this girl would at least stop moping by the wall like that. Though he certainly hoped he was not interrupting anything important.​

Reserve post for something some-such. I must fill up my sketchbook regardless!

Your name reminds me quite a bit of noodles. You are in a good place because the entire forum loves noodles!

Noodles of all sizes. Asian noodles of all the sort. Chow mein. Soba. Guksu. Anything you can name. We have a wonderful selection of noodles here that is so wonderful I hope you stay in our forum noodle-y noodle shop with a Kingdom Hearts theme. Please stay. We even have linguine. We can offer you linguine. People do not even consider pasta to be a type of noodle but pasta and noodles are the same gosh darn it. Now I hope your presence on the forum will allow everyone to understand that pasta and noodles are as similar as Roxas and Sora, alright. Gosh darn those noodleheads. Please be our noodly saviour and do not hesitate to contact any staff member for noodle help! (Like how to cook a good Vietnamese vermicelli dish, that is so delicious oh my lord.)

Oh no, just some flavour text and sprites for yourself.​

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In the darkness, you grab the matchbox. One of your two sources of light in this wretched darkness that plagues the soul. With the party close to you, you try your best to rummage through its tiny contents.

You notice that there is only one match left. The other matches must have fallen in the calamity up above. You feel some dried blood on the match.

The mist is thick and dampening. The whispers are slowly draining the sanity of you and your party members, the longer you all stay here in the terrifyingly eerie darkness. Everything is a shadow. Sometimes you feel you see more faces in the far, dark shadows, and the blackened mist, as if they could jump out any second.


[ ] Use your last match.
[] Try the flashlight on the door instead.

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