Platis Wafer by of Montreal
You're attractive. KHV is filled with such attractive people. Every year, we go shopping for new ornaments for our tree, and me and my sister are allowed to get one special ornament, this year, this is what I got: Spoiler: Adoraburuuuu
[x] Be the other girl.
You must be new.
This thread is now the basis for a new ship - Amaury x Loriah: Amoriah. ( it also has the word amor in i - * shot * )
I usually change my avatar and signature to match each other, and it's generally around the holiday months. I usually have a theme. But they have to be pretty themes. No matter what.
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : WELP, HERE GOES NOTHING. }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : . . . } [/url]xxxxxxxxxx ❝ . . . xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx . . . xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx . . . ! ❞ P L E A S E , xC A L L xM E xQ U I N T U S .O R xQ U I N , xI F xY O U xP R E F E R . xxxxxxxxxx When Temperance began to bring it up to a vote, Kallisti moved away from the group and waited. She wasn't going to vote. It was already painful enough having to hear that quiet exchange between Brian and Aileen. Both of them were very emotionally susceptible, but Abigail had said nothing in her defense. In fact, she had been quiet most of this time, but when Kallisti looked over at her, there was no despair on her face - no emotion whatsoever. Perhaps this meant something. For sure, Kallisti couldn't bring herself to rid of Aileen. Brian would be a little easier, if she were honest. Regardless . . . But Abigail - she had invited Abigail to her house, for her to come whenever she pleased. She never did. For a moment, her heart thumped in her chest, but her face remained passive. She wouldn't show any emotions. When she returned to the group, it was found that the vote was split: One for Cherno, one for Brian . . . One for Anthony, two for Elizabeth and Aileen, and then . . . Oh. . . . Three for Abigail. Her face went pale, but her blank expression still held. The public has voted. I know they have. You know what to do. Of course I do. With a silence, Kallisti walked away from the group once more, looking around the giant auditorium. They were somehow the only group in it; how, she didn't know, but she wouldn't doubt if the demoness had something to do with it. the chairs were all lined up nicely, but some of them hadn't quite made it to the whole. She thought about backstage - would here be some props? That's where she checked, and she found a bow and an arrow. She remembered this prop; it was used for a play about Helen of Troy. If she recalled correctly, Brian had been in that play - that's right . . . He was the theatrical one. Did he ever use this bow? Would this be good enough? It was . . . plastic, but . . . She cursed herself for knowing speed, trajectory, and accuracy. If she aimed this for a non-fatal spot, Abigail should be alright . . . This was sick. But she was supposed to aim to kill, if they were to summon Crestatia. But Cherno was right - how did she even know if this would work? What if Abigail would die for nothing? This made her stress out a little . . . Abigail was facing away from the stage, she would feel it before she saw it. Kallisti quietly made her way onto center stage, she didn't know if the others heard her footsteps, but surely they were waiting for her. Just like before. It is not. You have bow in hand, and you are aiming to kill. I do not mean to. What do you mean you don't mean to, you've got the bow, this was your idea! I know it was my idea! That does not make it much easier for me. It'll be just like before, love. Don't sweat it. I am going to sweat it - do you not know what I am doing here?! Kallisti nocked the fake but practical arrow into the cheaply made bow. Would she even be able to shoot with this thing? Of course you would, you're a professional, love. She raised her arm and aimed for the shoulder - a place that could be both fatal and non-fatal - , closing one eye, her heart thumping in her chest. This was it, " Please forgive me, Abigail . . . I could never play for you. " And just moments later, a human was no longer what she was shooting. Kallisti let go of the arrow and the target was hit. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : YEP. }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : WARY } [/url]xxxxxxxxxx ❝ Is there another me inside my mind? xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Is there someone else there . . . ? xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx You'd do best not to answer that, love. ❞ P L E A S E , xC A L L xM E xQ U I N T U S .O R xQ U I N , xI F xY O U xP R E F E R . xxxxxxxxxx Kallisti knew there was a reason she liked Cherno. There wasn't much comfort between the two of them, but she was grateful that he was actually thinking about all of this, unlike many of the others . . . She wasn't happy about this, just as much as he wasn't, and she hoped that he didn't think otherwise. She was just trying to get things done, to figure out something. At least he agreed that this was complete lunacy. Yet you're the one who brought it up. I know that. Why did you do it? I just want to get things done. I do, too. But you want to kill someone. So do you. I do not. " I'm not sure if it would be the best to breed distrust among already established positive relationships. " Cherno began to her, " While I understand your jive little thought process, would it be better to stay among strong people who distrust each other, or weaker ones who have the power of trust backing them? " What was he saying? That she should consider taking someone out who had no connections to any of the others? Maybe it was a bad idea to listen to him. It is not, he is being logical. The guy's rambling! No he is not, he is explaining things well! You're confused! I AM NOT, STOP IT. Ooh, little Kalli is being riled up, how adora - SHUT THE FUCK UP. For now, dear Kalli. For now. " And besides, " he said again, " Who's to say that the demoness would show up? " He posed a good point with that, " I am not absolutely certain, that is why I have not cut any anyone out, yet. " she replied, and he brought up the alternatives, " I do not wish to say what I have done, for I would be highly disapproved of. And besides, why would we need to tell each other what we have done, when surely the demoness knows all about us? " " I do know that this is risky, Cherno, but if we do not come to a conclusion now, we might all die. " she told him, " What is of more worth to us? More lives, or just one that can be sacrificed? " Her heart hurt. " If they are willing to vote, then let it be done. " xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : YEP. }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : WARY } [/url]xxxxxxxxxx ❝ Is there another me inside my mind? xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Is there someone else there . . . ? xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx You'd do best not to answer that, love. ❞ P L E A S E , xC A L L xM E xQ U I N T U S .O R xQ U I N , xI F xY O U xP R E F E R . xxxxxxxxxx Brian went off on a limb about something else entirely, but Kallisti wasn't hearing it. Am I seriously? You are, look at yourself. I do not want to. You've gotta. No, stop. You're bringing this upon yourself. No, you are. If you would only stop and let me breath and think clearly - Do you really want to think clearly? Could you do this with a clear mind? I could think of something else with a clear mind. You know there's nothing else. But there has to be. You've already got blood on your hands. That means nothing to me. Of course it does, because it's the blood of someone you loved. I did not mean to, please, stop. It can be done again. All you have to do is do it. But I do not want to . . . You have to. But I am scared . . . " Quin. " said someone, and tiredly, Kallisti looked at who came to her. It was Cherno, giving her a disgusted look of hate. She looked away. A rattle of something caught her attention, and she looked once again. Painkillers. " Who exactly are you planning to kill? " Her temper flared slightly at this, what little color she had leaving her face, " I did not say I was going to kill anyone. " she replied evenly, narrowing her eyes at him, " It was simply a suggestion. Do not look at me like I am some heartless serial killer that has no conscience. " But her mind began to reel at his question. She had not picked anyone, for she didn't have an answer from the others . . . But did she truly need one? No, you don't. You don't need to wait for them. Are you sure? Yes, just answer him. " . . . The weakest link. " she replied slowly, processing his reaction, " I had one of three people in mind for this: Brian, Abigail, and Aileen. Wrenching at my heart, though, for while I am being logical, I have nothing against these three people. Nothing at all. If anything, I like Aileen and Abigail - and can tolerate Brain. But I am be strategical here. If I were to . . . seriously harm one of them, who is to say that demoness would not show up? " xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : YEP. }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : DIZZY } [/url]xxxxxxxxxx ❝ Is there another me inside my mind? xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Is there someone else there . . . ? xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx You'd do best not to answer that, love. ❞ P L E A S E , xC A L L xM E xQ U I N T U S .O R xQ U I N , xI F xY O U xP R E F E R . xxxxxxxxxx Her head felt light, and all of these people talking wasn't helping at all . . . It barely processed in her mind. The only thing she could complete was Cherno's enthusiastic speech and Temperance's ever-vexatious and superior-complex filled tone. They were getting nowhere, Madeline said it herself, and Kallisti knew it was true. Despite what she had said earlier, about no one dying, she seriously began to contemplate if someone dying was the key to getting out of here. She hated violence, she hated anyone being treated bad, but what could they do? This was not an ordinary situation that they were in, they no longer led ordinary lives . . . Kallisti made herself distant from the group. She was hungry . . . Most of all tired, but she knew that if she didn't focus on the hunger, everything would be okay. If they didn't find a way out of here, they would all die. What was a small flood turned into a complete disaster - but this was no coincidence, not if they were all gathered in here. To kill someone, though . . . She had hunted animals and shot targets, but killing a human? That was the thing, morals . . . " If you see them as nothing more than animals, then it isn't so bad. " Peter had once said, but she didn't know if he had ever killed anyone before - then again, she wouldn't doubt it . . . She looked back at the group - Which of these people were the least human, to her? Perhaps it wasn't the best idea to make the decision of killing someone on her own? It didn't seem like the most advantageous idea to tell them though. What would they do? Surely reprimand her for being so " inhuman ", but . . . They were running out of options here, and they needed to make do with what little they had. No one had really paid mind to her question about Analynne - who was she anyway? Another demon? If she was apart of that fine print, if Crestatia didn't want them to see that . . . Did that mean she didn't want them to know who Analynne was? Could they summon her? . . . Sigh. Her mind was bouncing everywhere, almost like two people were thinking at once. The weakest link. Summoning a demon. Who to kill. How to survive. Being human. Making do. Doesn't hurt to try. Doesn't hurt to suggest. Keep it to yourself. Don't tell anyone. Just do it. Don't do it. Do it. Don't. Yes. No. Stop. Why? Because you need to be human. No you don't. " Stop. " she said to herself, too quiet for any of the others to hear, " Just stop. " But she turned to the group and made their way back to the group, " I am going to ask a very sensitive question, here. " she announced to the others, " Please feel free to not answer, but I do require some input before doing anything too drastic. " She waited just a bit for her question to sink in for the others. " I have been reveling in a great deal of thought, and I have come to a conclusion that is both unsatisfactory and yet, viable an conclusive. " she explained, " If we were to . . . off someone, " she dare not say kill, for there were sensitive souls in this room, " who do you think would be the best candidate to dismiss? " xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
[ x ] Shut your eyes, you'll be asleep in no time.
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : SLOW TODAY }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : EXHAUSTED / ALERT } [/url]xxxxxxxxxx ❝ . . . xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx . . . xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx . . . ❞ P L E A S E , xC A L L xM E xQ U I N T U S .O R xQ U I N , xI F xY O U xP R E F E R . xxxxxxxxxx " Maybe we're all just supposed to kill each other. " Kallisti looked at Madeline, at first thinking the girl was insane - then again, from all that's happened, she didn't expect much less from her - but then wondering if that would be a . . . viable solution. What would the demoness do? She was the one killing them all off - would it be entertaining for her to see? Or would she be upset that one of them took something she had fun doing away from her? She didn't know how mature Crestatia was, but she'd yet to see any slips in her insane / calm demeanor, from what little she had seen of her. She looked around. If they were to - if she were to - kill one of them, who would she take out . . . ? Not Madeline, though some of the others might choose her life to end . . . Not Cherno, for he was a smart one and would definitely be valuable later . . . Who was the weakest link? The liability? . . . Not to let her personal feelings get in the way - for if she was to kill one of them, it would need to be someone who was worthless to the cause or whatever the hell it was that this was - but who did she dislike the most of this group? . . . What was she thinking? Kallisti put a hand to her head, why was she thinking about killing one of them? What would that prove? Well . . . " It may prove something, but . . . " If this was a game, was it that sort of game? The room was tense; Elizabeth was eyeing Madeline, Aileen had an outburst, surely in panic, and Kallisti sighed again, standing up, " I do not believe that anyone shall be dying tonight. " she said, stretching her muscles, " It is a foolish thing to think of and what we should be focusing on is the deciphered code, and then trying to get out of this place, before we all die of starvation or insanity. " Her voice was calm, but unusually loud and slightly dangerous. She was tired . . . xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Whoa, whoa guys. Chill out. It's okay. Myst, you're right, I shouldn't put that rule into activation until the next round of the contest, but I wanted to stick it in there now anyway so that I wouldn't forget. In any case, since it is a new rule, it has no right in this round, but I do have the right to reject your doll because it is not an original design of the doll. My apologies.
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : SLOW TODAY }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : EXHAUSTED } [/url]xxxxxxxxxx ❝ . . . xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx . . . xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx . . . ❞ P L E A S E , xC A L L xM E xQ U I N T U S .O R xQ U I N , xI F xY O U xP R E F E R . xxxxxxxxxx And so the one who plays all of the video games - sees life as a game - figures it all out. Kallisti sighed. She was tired. She wondered how her father was. She wondered how her home was. Were they both okay? As for these " fine print " rules . . . They were all better off doing absolutely nothing, if that were the case. The rules limited them on every aspect she could think of. How annoying . . . they couldn't do anything, but there was one part of that list of rules that caught Kallisti's attention . . . " No Analynne . . . " Who was Analynne? Or was it an object? What kind of an object is an analynne? " What or who is Analynne? " she asked the others quietly, looking down at her folded hands in focus. She was really tired . . . xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Heh, I think you missed the memo. Danny Makara was erased a while ago. Oh well, good luck with life.
YO, RAT'S RIGHT YO. Only original character, no re-creations! ( looks like I have to add a new rule ) Sorry, Myst!
