Somebody waits for you, kiss her once for me

[ottermuse]

HO HO THE MISTLETOE!Somehow, you're in a castle. You don't know how. You don't know why. All you know is that the place is huge, richly furnished, and packed with guests. The decorations seem to suggest a holiday, but exactly what holiday isn't necessarily clear: some people might see a Christmas tree, others a Menorah, others star charts marking

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[hylianxsheikah]

The castle was unfamiliar, yet not everyone in it. He knew at first glance the entity that called himself a god--would have known it even without a glance, from the subtle sense power that cloaked him as he moved through the stone corridors. And so he followed as only a Sheikah could, so silently he was a part of the shadows themselves, aware always of the long dagger in its sheath at the small of his back.

Could one such as he kill a being such as this? No doubt it would require more than a dagger, even for a fallen god.

Treading behind him into the gallery, he passed under the green plant while the bloodlust grew ever-stronger. What would it take to kill a god? Perhaps he'd manage to find out.

[hylianxsheikah]

He supposed he should have expected to be discovered. It would not be so simple with a god, even a fallen one, but that he had known. The shadows he shed like a cloak as he stepped forward into the room, making himself corporeal again. There he stood, without a weapon drawn yet ready to draw one in an instant. The god made have been assured of his power, but Sheik was assured of the quick insidiousness of the shadow.

"I hope you cannot say you didn't expect this," he said softly.

Hollow!Ichigo | Bleach [Is trollin your posts]

[purewhiteshadow]

[On the patio would be a misnomer for this one's position, as he is in fact above it. Seated cross-legged about fifteen feet up the wall, neither he nor his clothing seem to notice that gravity should be pulling him towards the ground as opposed to the side of the building.]

[Between his fingers is a sprig of the plant he found hanging... everywhere, one he had been picking at for the past few minutes. Pulling off a leaf, he gives it a sniff and wrinkles his nose. The leaf goes flying with a practiced flick, re-assuming proper gravitational protocol and heading straight for Sephiroth's glass.]

[You're shaky, I'm so rusty I've got holes. Fair trade?]

[purewhiteshadow]

Hnn.

[Well now. Violence, shouting, and on occasion snarky banter he is used to. Being ignored he is not, save by the old man. For a moment one eyebrow arches in a mix of curiosity and annoyance, but the expression slides into a grin almost as soon as it is made.]

[The tied up dead plant is tucked into his top as he stands and wanders down the wall to the first balcony. Plucking up the drink, he turns it to match his sideways world and sticks his nose in it. A bad idea; he recoils almost at once. Does all food have to smell so strong? Walking back along the wall to hover a few yards above his new acquaintance, he rights the glass back to normal, lets go, and allows physics to take care of returning it.]

Fran | FFXII

[woodtosky]

Fran walks in the gardens, breathing the scent of flowers and greenery, listening to the whispers of the wind in the leaves. The moon hangs full overhead, gilding in silver branches opened like embracing arms. She can't hear the words the trees speak, not anymore, but at least she can for a brief time enjoy their company.

She halts beneath a low-hanging branch, bemused to see a small green sprig, one she doesn't recognized, tied to it with a length of red ribbon. The clawed tips of her fingers touch the sprig very gently; she's tall enough to be on eyelevel with it. What could its purpose be?

WHY NOT

[woodtosky]

She doesn't flinch at the sound of the snapping branch; the truth is, she knew he was here before that. Her ears are keen, and her nose, too. But not until he speaks does she turn her head to acknowledge his presence: would it not be rude to assume that he walks here in search of companionship?

As for herself, she is accustomed to the company of humes, is she not?

"This sprig?" She looks at it again, fingering it gently, tiny white berries against deep green stems and leaves. "It is often hung from branches?"

Thread locked to Vanille!

[backunderurrock]

To say that Fang was confused as to how she'd gotten here was an understatement. The last thing she recalled was being with Vanille--their minds forever meshed as one in the crystal that they had sacrificed everything to become, to save everything. They had been together, and that was all that really mattered.

So how curious that Fang now stood against her staff, in the mysterious place around her. Her joints were screaming from not being used in Goddess knows how many years, and she was finding it hard to stand without the aid. And the ever present emptiness in her very being stung throughout her core as she realized that she was very alone in this body. Vanille was not here with her.

She looked around furiously, all thoughts of finding somewhere to sit gone as dread started to sink in her stomach.

"Vanille?!"

[yay_us]

It was a bit--well, strange to find herself in some mysterious castle after she'd just been in Siren's Port! Then again, it had been strange to find herself there after she'd just been in Cocoon. But that had been months ago, and she'd settled into the routine of a city where, if she wasn't an ordinary human again, at least her l'Cie brand was no longer advancing. Where she could live happily with most of her friends, only her heart in pain for the ones who weren't there.

Until that night at least, when she found herself wandering through stone corridors and into a fantastic ballroom, the ceiling sweeping high overhead into vaulted points hung with chandeliers. A delighted sound escaped her as she twirled around, gazing upwards, her fingers pressed over her mouth. What was this beautiful place?

...And why was someone calling out her name? The sound of that voice...

"...Fang?" She looked around, turning in a circle again. "Fang?"

[backunderurrock]

Fang raised her head when she heard a reply, and turned--with a little difficulty--to where the voice had come from. Not here, but through the door and down a corridor. It was unmistakably Vanille. And she wasn't going to let creaky joints stop her from finding her.

"Vanille!" Fang shouted down the corridor, moving as fast as she could down it without falling. He joints were gradually starting to loosen, and though they were still sore, she was running a little more smoothly now, and wasn't using her lance as an aid anymore.

She skidded to a halt in a doorway, where an odd decoration of berries had been tied above it, that led into a magnificent ballroom which had--

"...Vanille," she said, her worry melting away into a wide smile. Sure, being with her for all the time hadn't been so bad, and she had never felt more in tune with Vanille as she had then but. There was just something about seeing her. Those delicate ringlets, that always sunny disposition--even the way she carried herself. It was like seeing her for the first time

sry this one is short bb

[yay_us]

"Fang..." As soon as Vanille saw her, it was like her heart couldn't quite remember how to beat properly. It kept skipping and stuttering, and then Vanille was skipping herself, almost skidding onto her rump once as she dashed across the room and threw her arms around Fang. "I thought you were gone, I really really did! But you're here!"

She really was here, tall and strong and warm, with that wild-Pulse smell she always had, like the way the wind smelled out on the plains. Vanille buried her face unashamedly against Fang's shoulder and simply refused to let go.

GUESS WHO

[keepyouwaiting]

"Well now... looks like we aren't in Kansas anymore."

It had been an ordinary ride on the subway last time Diego checked, but that would have been expecting a day in the life of a defense attorney to ever be "ordinary." Still, teleporting to a mysterious castle was definitely an interesting new development.

Thank god he still had his thermos of coffee with him.

[keepyouwaiting]

"Only if I'm allowed to ask you, too." Because Diego may have looked out of place with a vest and tie in the middle of a castle, but yikes, did this guy have something crazy going on with his outfit.

"So, any idea where we are, amigo?"