𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝕽𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝕭𝖆𝖑𝖑 - Open Starter

[ Preface: Alastor is in attendance as Rosie's ( @cannibalxroses ) spouse in this universe. They have been both privately and publicly announced as a married pair. This thread is open for interaction with any others who are attending the ball and are okay with this setup! ] [ Alastor's Masquerade Outfit ]

He is hovering.

Though he's been in attendance at Rosie's side for the majority of the night, he has allowed her to drift and mingle as needed. But he is close by, only opting to speak in friendly candor when approached, but otherwise lingering like a stone monolith, both keeping an eye on the door for any unwanted intruders and on Rosie for any indications that he is needed at her side. But she is an expert in the art of the affair; he will not pretend that he is necessary to remain so rooted at her side.

Unless asked, of course.

In his hand, he nurses a drink, though it's not quite clear whether it's one of the red wine variety or if it is actually some of the offered blood beverage. He will keep all guessing as to which. Alastor will not be giving away the secret. (He enjoys just the touch of mystery, given that it is quite obvious as to who he is beneath the motif of his mask.)

But he is quite pleased that, thus far, the evening's festivities seem to be going off without a hitch. Pleased on Rosie's behalf, really.

As he orbits the room, he will continue to observe, looking for all of the world like a circling vulture to prey upon the corpse of any creature or thing that could threaten to subvert all of Rosie's work and dedication to the event.

He will not allow any of that, so long as he is watching.

And he will certainly enjoy the music and the fare in the meantime.

Blood Rose Masquerade Ball Starter

[Ghost has decided to join the Masquerade! They don't know many people there, but they're open for interactions! They have two available verses: The main verse, and Moth to Blue Light, where their Soul belongs to @videokilled's Vox. If you want a specific one, please let me know, otherwise I'll just choose myself.]

[If you want gossip about Vox, the Blue Light verse is best.]

[Ghost's Masquerade Dress]

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They were nervous.

Ghost fidgeted with a glass of wine- and they had double checked to make sure it was wine they took a sip of, they were aware that Rosie was providing both that and blood for the cannibals- looking around.

There were so many demons here- both powerful ones and just everyday Sinners like themself. They were mingling, together and with Cannibals, but Ghost had yet to join anyone. They were way out of their zone here- they didn't attend parties, they usually spent their nights bent over their desk drawing or crocheting or sewing. On occasion they might do some embroidery for stuffed toys.

Should they just... walk up and introduce themself? Maybe they should find Alastor and tail him for a bit until they got more comfortable.

It might be a good idea to network a bit, finding potential commissioners, but wouldn't that be rude? At the same time, it might not hurt to gain some genuine friends...

They weren't entirely sure what to do yet. But they'd figure it out. Maybe. Hopefully.

open to: anyone

plot/connections: fawn's a streamer who amassed a large online presence shortly after her first semester of college. she's a virgin who discovers how lucrative it is to start posting on camsites like 0nlyfans while doing raunchier things like dressing in provocative cosplays and stripping when she loses or doing playthroughs while using toys. just girly things <3 she's mid-livestream when y/m walks in on her. connections could be a family member like a sibling or stepfather (her mother can remarry for the plot idc) or maybe a stalker as unhinged as she is? idk bro go crazy go stupid

character: fawn is the baby of a family heavily involved in a cult. her mother took fawn and her younger siblings and ran off to a sleepy suburban town after she felt her children were in danger, severely traumatizing the older kids who can remember where they came from and the people they were forced to leave behind. a family tragedy unearths her family's fucked background, leaving fawn reeling from the loss of her sibling, as well as lashing out in impulsive and reckless ways to avoid dealing with the fallout of her grief and her family's deception.

the gusset of the vibrating panties snug against her slick slit emits a low hum that can't be picked up on the mic's audio, not yet anyway. fawn exhales a white-blue cloud of smoke after she inhales a hit from the joint lit between her fingers, giving the camera a dazzling smile as she watches the view count increase. notification after notification pours in as people tip in droves. "is this the best you guys can do? i can still speak clearly. never mind PLAYING the match. don't forget, whoever tips $100 or more gets to change the intensity." she calls in a sing-song voice, too wrapped up in the enthralling thrill of putting on such a lewd show for paying strangers on the internet to notice her cracked bedroom door growing as another person peeks in. fawn's too caught up in watching a particular notification popup, indicating someone tipped her a generous $250. "thank you! looks like someone wants to see things get interesting." as promised, she uses the app on her phone to turn the vibrator up once, then twice for good measure. the obscenely short skirt allows the camera to pick up her covered mound with ease, her legs propped open against the armrests of the plush computer chair. with the intensity increasing, her underwear becomes more and more translucent as her arousal soaks through the fabric. "mmhh, god. okay, l-lets get this match started." her bravado falters, the pulsating sensation against her clit distracting her from the sillier tasks at hand. she's pausing to read the chat as she waits for the loading screen to change when she reads the comments pouring in about the person watching behind her petite frame. fawn spins around in her chair almost like a comedic villain in the saturday cartoons, her heart racing with a gross mixture of fear and anxiety flooding into the pit of her stomach. "what are you doing, you fucking creep?"

There's a faint crackle and a hum as the overhead speakers come on, but neither Narrator's voice comes out like it normally would to address the residents of the comings and goings of the Office. There's silence, except for that crackle and hum, for nearly ten seconds.

And then...

Then there's a voice...

It's very quiet, like it's standing far away, at the other end of the room from where the microphone would be and the person might be soft spoken to boot. They're whispering, and it's difficult to tell if it might be masculine of feminine. Even more difficult is to tell what they're saying. Actually, it's so difficult you can't tell at all, especially with that piano music playing over them.

"Music" is putting it generously. It sounds like someone is just mashing piano keys at random. Either that or someone has rolled a piano down the stairs and this is the song of its descent you are hearing. In any case, its discord is making it impossible to hear what the voice is saying.

You do manage to catch one word. No, two.

"Help me..."

The crackle, hum, piano, and voice continue on for a couple more seconds before suddenly stopping, the sound disappearing into the silence of the Office.

The speakers come on again barely a second later, and this time Cyrus speaks.

"...Did you hear that?" he asks. He sounds confused, and on top of that, concerned. Frightened, even.

Open starter-- feel free to reply:)

The evening sun shines through the wide windows of Zayne's office, filtering the dust in the air, dancing in and out of view as the man sitting at the desk frowns. It's shining right on his screen, and his fingers still over the keyboard for a moment while he squints, shifts the monitor and then resumes typing his report.

The fan hums in the corner of the ceiling, the fluorescent lights buzz above him, creating a rather irritating distraction. His favorite patient is late-- again, and as much as it does irritate him that they have such a loose sense of time, it's difficult to be upset, not with everything, taken into context. And he still has much to do before he leaves for the night regardless, so today, he eschews giving them a stern call, for their tardiness. He can give it to them in person.

         “Please ask no questions and help a captain out, yeah?” Is...is he covered in blood? Though whether his or not, that seem to be a bit unclear-

Boundless Of Nothingness to Screams Of a Furious Epithet

The end is coming

In the far future where l seen all or almost all iterator Can has collapsed.

There is one being, a slugcat, that will ascend as many as it could.

When that came what will your worst and last regret if it came?

It not your fault.

l seen too many and gone too far and l will see it all reduce to NOTHINGNESS-

[PRIVATE BROADCAST TERMINATED]

Epithet has nightmares of times to come for him as he continues to have visions of a horrific future.

The two iterators below him, Shadows and Moment - attempt communication party way through and find him having his nightmare. Waking him up they ask him to step down from his role as group senior, not for the others, but for himself.

— League RP had an era where it felt so wholesome and united and right now looking at the TL just... fills me with anxiety tbh. Could people reply to this if they'd like to be in touch on discord? I don't know if I'll return to RP here.

consider this a starter call / reverse starter call .. < 3

The crimson queen let out a deep sigh as she sat within a dark chamber on Sortarius, her clawwed fingers gliding along the surface of a raised pool filled with stars. She spoke a garbled and strange language that few untouched by Tzeentch could comprehend. The glow of the pool became more intense, its light flickering off of her face and wings.

When the sorceress finished her incantation, a strange wind blew back her red mane, and the pool revealed images before her, images of her siblings, of her sons. Things she was familiar with.

Her perception shifted, the pool rippled, and began to show her visions of xenos, of the vaster universe. Of the things that still caused her to ponder within that universe.

The pool began to bubble, and Magnus called out one last word of magical authority, as though these visions were somehow defying her, but the answer she sought did not come. Not without sacrifice. What sacrifice could the mother of the Thousand Sons truly make when all that she was belonged to the changer of ways?

The room became dark yet again, and Magnus' eye darkened with it as she stood in silence. What she sought was an answer that no magic could give her. No mere sorcery could bring back her children. No premonition would guide her to taking back her soul from the god that held it within its claws. No incantation, materials, hexes, or charms could change what she had done and what world she had to exist in.

No, she couldn't change. The cruelest of ironies that she felt she could no longer ignore. Her form shifted, causing her vibrant hues to dull and for her physical stature to shrink.

"Damn you..." she muttered at her hands as she witnessed the change, "Even when you feel like giving up, you still change... but you still remain the same as well. Such... surface level metamorphosis. So shallow. Perhaps the only way to save my sons, to free them, is the final sacrifice. The only one that you have left! But you won't do it! Are you too cowardly or too prideful? Too proud to admit that you can not save yourself and your legion... or too cowardly to cease existence?" She asked herself with a shake of her head. "Despair... was never my strong suit." She says to herself before straightening out her posture, glancing down at the pool, which only holds her reflection now, "My own cowardice and pride wins once again. So be it."

{ STATIC AND THE CRACKLING SOUND OF AN ELECTRICAL FIRE FOLLOWED BY HORRID SCREAMING IS HEARD}

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All the TV’s in hell are suddenly turned on and hacked into , in the middle of the screen is the King of Hell himself , sitting cross legged on the news desk , beside him is a screaming Tom Trench is shown slowly roasting over an open fire while tied to a spit by live wires and being zapped repeatedly with electricity .

All you can see of Katie Killjoy is her convulsing arm as her screams fill the air . In the background the studio itself is on fire and the sounds of Demons and sinners trying and failing to escape are heard.

“Quiet on the set now please ..” Lucifer snaps his fingers and ‘Mutes’ the two news anchors although you can still see them screaming .

“Technology is so tricky sometimes maybe I should’ve invited Vox with me here to witness this— Oh shit looks like we’re live ! Haha!” He laughs.

His eyes are red with yellow pupils , his horns and flaming crown are visible as his tail happily lashes from side to side , there is a deep growl in his voice as he speaks .

“Hello my lovely Hellborn and you sinners as well~ I know I know it’s been a while since I’ve made any kinda statement or well appearance in general .. “ he actually looks a bit sheepish at that , “oops~ but in any case I’m here cause there seems to be some unsavory Rumors being spread about my personal life and while normal I’m above you all in having that affect me , when it involves one of me and my Sins well… “

The sound of a wall collapsing is heard .

“Anywho I’ve come to put all that to rest Beezlebub and I are NOT engaged and are NOT dating we were just scamming some dumb human souls out of food and drink the usual , you would think a proper journalism station would do their research and not just run wild with baseless accounts from lowly Hellhounds ~ but that’s the 666 news for ya~ “ he laughed .

“Ain’t that right Tom? — hmm oh you passed out that’s lame “ He poked the burnt Co anchor with the tip of his claw . “Well that’s all for now folks ~ till next time~•” the camera short-circuited and Melted as the flames overtook the screen.

Open Starter

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This was her first ever group raid, in fact it was all the girls first ever group raid—and it showed. Everything was completely disorganized, there were only a few moments in the night that it appeared that the group of young teen girls had some sort of system. Emma kept more to herself, focusing more on what she individually could get rather than the entire group. Time and time again she was warning them what cases they should avoid break into as it would trigger an alarm…but it did not take long for the ear piercing alarm to go off. Everyone began to scramble, some completely abandoning all the things they managed to get out of cases—but not Emma. She was determined to get as much as possible, so if it meant trailing behind to grab the abandoned items so be it.

Like a kid out on Halloween, she stuffed her pillowcase but not with candy, instead with hundreds of thousands dollars worth of jewelry. She could see the light at the end of the tunnel, for herself. All the things she would get out of this. There had been hints that if she had returned to the girls home with enough things, she may actually get a photo of her parents. That seemed well worth the risk.

The teen rushed rushed to get whatever else she could, even if it meant going through cases where glass was shattered and covered the luxury items. A few cuts from glass seemed only to be a minor inconvenience to her. Just as she was about to leave, with her pillow case full of an assortment of jewelry—there at the entrance stood another. Without hesitation, Emma took a mannequin head and threw it at the stranger.

hey can someone explain to me how youre supposed to reply to posts now

So how's the affirmatives been lately? Triple as usual, i assume?

[[Screams Of A Furious Epithet to all channels]]

SOAFE: triple affirmative. SOAFE: affirmative that a solution has been found.

SOAFE: affirmative that the solution is portable.

SOAFE: affirmative that a technical implementation is possible and generally applicable

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"I swear to fuck, if one more person in this goddamn hotel "nyan's" at me, I'm throwing myself off the roof..."

blood ball event: open

keen eyes flickered across the grand hall, the bustling crowds impressively well behaved considering they were mostly sinners. then again, who'd want to fuck with the cannibal overlord on her own terf? he doubted even cherri would want to mess with her. even with the masks covering everyone's faces he could see a few familiar people in the crowds, busy chatting and dancing with one another.

angel's weight shifted to his right hip, enhancing the curve of his dress as he sipped at his drink, quietly trying to seek out a familiar masked face to entertain himself with.