#fhrpg

Makishima never thought he’d come across a being that appeared to have come out of a fairy tale. Yet, ever since being dragged to a strange universe he’d grown accustomed to strange occurrences he had no logical explanation for. 

Testing the limits of fellow human beings and judging their worth had proven to be fascinating and was oftentimes met with a dull end. The cattle in human form he had the misfortune of growing up surrounded by had disappointed him entirely. Perhaps the new life form that was a mere few inches away from him would prove more worthy of his time. He offered what seemed to be a female the nicest fake smile he had to offer as he addressed her with a gentle tone. “I’ve never seem someone quite like you. You’re a sight to behold!”

“Try one o’ dese.” Scathach says while chewing, her mouth full of the same chocolate she holds up to Flat.

They turned down the offers of transport and guards, only taking what food they could carry, some clothes and directions to the Forbidden City. She now dons a light cloak to conceal the clothes she arrived with and has an elegant looking robe stowed away in the bag. 

Who knows what Flat took.

It’s back to the dirt roads again. Walking relaxedly with the evening sun trailing behind them which paints the clouds orange and red. 

Scathach consults her map which she pulled out from the side of her bag. 

“The idea is to travel down the Acheron River by boat to avoid the Dark Palace. Stop at Salopetri then head towards the Enchanted Forest. They said the attacks seemed to have stopped.. So perhaps we can finally retrieve these life gems.”

some alternate outfits/hairstyle feat. some fun outfit swaps that she would never be caught dead wearing

White Crow [Normal] > Little Boss [Formal] > Chitown Chic [Casual]

Within a short period of time, the entire district found itself immersed in an unfathomable manifestation of pandemonium, as creatures decorated in putrescent epithelium continued to drop from the sky. Swelteringly, the portal hanging directly above the nightclub started fragmenting, eventually setting off a series of combustive blasts that lit up the atmospheric sphere around them. Soon debris from nearby buildings began catching fire until incandescently plummeting towards the streets below.

Almost immediately after, embers and acrid smolder began filling the air, forcing the citizens of the city to scatter for cover. In an abundancy, screams of absolute horror bellowed outward, becoming almost deafening in its reverberation, as the horde of monstrosities continued running amuck. Indiscriminately, these creatures began lathering the streets in bone and carnage, as the stench of burning flesh perpetuated on, tickling the nostrils of all those, who were unfortunate enough to catch a whiff of the unpleasant aroma.

                                             .....Disgusting….

Gritting her teeth, Sapphire watched on in revulsion, as both of her hands gripped tightly onto the metal railing that bilaterally wrapped around the rooftop. Even if she hated admitting to it, there was absolutely nothing within her power to prevent the horrendous scene unfolding before her eyes. Likewise, there was nothing in close proximity that would secure her escape from this hellish nightmare. At least, nothing that wouldn’t require making a deal with the devil...

Irritated by the thought, she growled beneath her breath, eventually shifting her violent, narrow-gaze towards her boss, who was currently preoccupied protecting the club from total destruction. Edging closer to the ledge, she sighed, as her right hand lifted up, gently tapping her fingertips along the kinetic barrier that surrounded the building. Taking note of the cracks in the shielding, which were beginning to expand.  

It won’t be long. The force field won’t hold forever. Soon we’ll all be shit out of luck especially with whatever the fuck is coming out of that fuck-hole above us. No; there’s no choice in the matter. I have to call him. Even if that means-

Taking in a deep, heavy breath, she turned, as her eyes instantly filled with distraught. For a moment or so, she shifted uncomfortably, as her hands began fidgeting ever-so-slightly against her thighs, unable to calm the tension that was already building from within.

How pathetic…. Is this really the only ace up my sleeve? How fucking humiliating…

Squeezing tightly into her leg, she sighed before eventually reaching down into one of her hidden pockets, pulling out small cellular device used for specific contacts. After dialing in a string of numbers, she lifted the phone up, waiting desperately for the man to answer. When he finally did, she hesitated once more, as if something was caught in her throat, preventing her from muttering that single phrase. A phrase he had once predicted she’d inevitably speak aloud, almost as if being puppeteered into saying it. Words, although simplistic in its verbiage, she knew she’d regret in saying for this is always a price to be had.

“I need your help….Souren.” @originofstillness​   

Inside the building, patrons of the nightclub were faced with their own gruesome nightmare, as the horde quickly overtook the first few floors. Of course, not everyone watched on in horror like helpless sheep. Instead, some took up arms and decided to fight back against the undead monstrosities that had entered. But, unfortunately, despite their efforts nothing could have prepared them for the onslaught of death that awaited them.

“H-heroes… C-ca-can you hear me? I assume you’re out there somewhere... Oh god… they just stormed the building I’m in... Please if you can hear me...answer... I don’t want to die…" For a moment, the woman broke into violent sobs, as she clutched tightly to the radio in her hand. It was luck that she found the device. Luck that she managed to escape with it. But luck was beginning to run out. 

With a few suffocating breaths, she continued on, speaking through the microphone. “Please, listen to me very carefully. My name is Rachel. I’m a waitress that works in the main lobby of nightingale. Its uh restaurant located on on 4th Street. Right... you probably don’t know where that’s at... Either way. You need to find it. Because...I... I....have an idea. I don’t know if it’ll work. But on the 10th floor of the building I’m in there’s a supply closet filled with weaponry. There’s also a filing cabinet with tons of keys inside. Search for a key shaped as skull and take it with you. From there, you need to hurry to the third floor of the library. The library is located two blocks away from where I’m at, which is about four blocks away from the nightclub. Once you make it to the third floor there should be a set of offices. Head to the right-wing and use the key. Inside there will be tons of books. I can’t remember which shelf its on but there’s a book on necromancy I remember. It’s a long shot but I think there’s a way to momentarily demobilize these creatures. Please… I beg of you… hurry…. before its too late.” With that, the transmission ended, leaving in its wake static. 

@motherfuckingqueenoflances​​​ | @motherfuckingflatescardos​

When she touched down on the dock to Sin City the steady twilight had just shifted. Perfect timing, most would be at home with their families, leaving her un-bothered until the early morning. So long as she didn’t do anything risky she wouldn’t have any monsters to contend with. While she could handle them decently, it was better not to until she got more of her powers back from the Generals -- should they be that kind.

With a quick gaze around the landscape, her only visible eye took in the available resources. “That should do...” her voice softly pushed out for no one to receive, almost sounding like it could be bothered with to work. With an elegant glide, the blue haired woman made her way to a small grove near the edge of the dock she was on. Reaching where she wanted, her hand pulled out a small black book that had been snuggled behind the obi around her waist. As she sat down, the light grey kimono billowed before laying once again against her skin.

As she sat transfixed on the area around her, she failed to notice the woman nearby.

“Roa!”

Arcueid calls out, panting heavily. Some strands of silky blonde hair stick to her face, damp with a cold sweat. She was impaled - Roa plunged his claws to tear out her heart.. A gruesome nightmare, but..

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A familiar, intense sinking feeling brought her back, back into her.. coffin? Grass, soft.. but prickly through her sweater. She rubs her eyes and brushes off the strands of hair that stuck to her cheeks. For a moment she lies still on the grass, enveloped by a cool breeze and the dark, star-speckled night sky that is accompanied by a brilliant white crystal moon. As if not wanting to disturb the tranquillity of the scene, her ragged breathing and pounding heart very quickly calms down.

A tree stands proudly on its own with grand, far reaching branches and a thick covering of leaves that rustle gently with the wind. Arcuied had landed just at the base of the great oak. Its old roots nested her in as if to keep her safe inside. With a lumbering effort, she heaves herself up onto her side with fatigued arms. It’s the same feeling as that time with Shiki..

“Shiki...”

Her weak voice and pained eyes both are hidden by the night, but she slaps her cheeks and with a quick and cheery “Alright!”, she stands up, almost stumbling over the roots.  Arcuied stands feebly on a large hill, leaving the towering oak for a small town in the distance.