[An anonymous text pops up on the vine. The handwriting is neat and steady print, but some of the letters are drawn a little oddly.]Hello everyone. The queen brought us here to hook up, right? But seeing as there are only girls here, well, then that would obviously only work with lesbians. Therefore I am conducting an anonymous poll to try to ( Read more... )

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[ Up in the sky, there's a teenage girl with luminescent pink wings flying around. She's trying to find a way through the barrier. Eventually she'll fly back down to the ground and her wings will disappear. ]

That's no good...

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[ This video is somehow inexplicably upside-down. Tilt your head and it's clear the girl in it is ( Read more... )

[The emptiness of her temple after the opening ceremony's been getting to her. It's the Temple of Zephyr, and yet it isn't the Temple. There aren't the usual sounds. No priests randomly stumbling into her room in an inebriated state or slipping in to cuddle. No laughter, talking, and other activity. Just quiet emptiness. And the vista outside, as ( Read more... )

[ A long time is spent accessing the vine by this new individual. She tries several times to write a message, resulting in nothing more than a few harsh scribbles before ink explodes over the scroll. Three times they flash across the Vine before she gives up and, finally, a video flickers to life. She looks to be in her early teens, grey-skinned ( Read more... )

[Zenobia is back at the Ferris Wheel.] Damn, still nobody here.

[She takes some time to study the ride, playing with the doors on the cars, and generally messing around. She quickly gets bored and goes over and turns on the vine.]Hello! It's Zenobia here, and I was hoping someone out there would be willing to do me a little little favor. You ( Read more... )

[[OOC: As Sephiroth has promised to spar with various characters, I thought I'd make a sparring-centric post. But don't feel limited--if you have a noncombatant character, she can have a discussion with Sephiroth instead, or whatever you'd like. If combatants prefer to handwave a blow by blow battle and skip to conversation, we can work out how ( Read more... )

[A young woman with a leathery wing growing out of her left shoulder appears in the mirror. She seems absolutely fascinated with her surroundings as she runs her hands over the vine and the mirror's surface ( Read more... )