Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
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Player Name: Himura Atsushi
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 113
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Post by Kazuki on Dec 1, 2023 23:33:15 GMT 9
#s://b~l3n~co/i/mP4X71~png He’s in the middle of his ’artistic crisis’ when the screech of a toddler pushed through the vocal chords of a kitten assailed his ears. Waffle immediately joined the effort to shatter his ear drums—<KITTEEEENN!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!>—rapidly flailing his tiny limbs in the air as he swam to his best friend.
“Ah, shit—hey, hey! Mind the paint cans!” Kazuki chased the litten around, barely managing to peel her off the wall after she slapped her mark onto his masterpiece-to-be. Two vibrant orange paw prints now lay at the foot of the storm. “Oh, goddamn it.” He looked around for white paint, only for Waffle to dive in and grab Kitten by the scruff, plucking her into the air using the anti-gravity bubble.
Pandemonium ensued Benny Hill-style as Kazuki chased the floating cats, trying to cover their mess with speed art. With every splatter of lime green and loop-de-loop of tangerine orange, a streak of black swooped in, trying to form shape, trying to make it look deliberate.
The sound of a newcomer breaks him out of his painting frenzy. As he turned to face ozone, a splatter of paint smacked the side of his face, followed by the sound of giggling kitties.
Kazuki hissed, squinting down at the stranger—and recognizing him. “You’re the fancy bastard from the race!” he said, pointing a brush drooling black paint. And what he said irked him, really— despite having been in a creative rut just moments ago. He barely knew the guy, and he had the balls to make an art request? And even worse, the mural he made of the Queen’s sentient neck pillows was pretty damn clean, the pinks and soft round shapes complimenting the dreamy palace.
“Oh, you are on, motherfucker!” Kazuki growled, before assaulting the rest of the wall, fueled by nonexistent competition.
CATASTROPHE by Kazuki, Waffle, and Kitten
It’s a good while before he’s finished. Kazuki stepped back, smug as he turned to ozone and jabbed his thumb at the bastardized wall. “Eat it, draco-bitch.” Where, out of all the blood poured, his point of pride was the tiny stickman with long hair and glowing blue horns being vaporized. He’s fairly sure the guy wasn’t even in the raid. He didn’t care.
<I want a bath!> Waffle mewled. He and Kitten were tucked under Kazuki’s arms like fresh AMZN packages, all three of them stained with drying paint.
“Later. Let’s go to Ver.” To his dismay, the man had wandered off which—considering he couldn’t really enjoy the murals—was fair.
They find him in a dusty old nook full of books and scrolls. People were hunched over desks, writing prayers with quills and pens. The sharp scent of paint and turpentine would hit Verai first, followed by a shadow over his shoulder, and a peck on his cheek.
“Yo. You missed the kids’ paw-painting session.” The words were said in a grimace, Waffle giggling, remorseless. Kazuki eyed the pedestal that had manifested before the man, the words engraved atop it, signed with Verai’s name. “You made a tanka?”
A few seconds elapsed in silence as he read, chin resting on Verai’s shoulder, cats still wiggling under his arms, probably staining the pretty patterns on Verai’s kimono. The words flowed easily in his head in a measured beat.
“… Sap. ‘Course you would.” His eyes lingered on the title. “Funny. You kicked it off with a tanka, and now you’re capping it with one.” He detached himself from the man, shoving the cats on him, and began dragging him back to the banquet. “Come on, let’s get something to eat. I’ll tell you about the mural.”
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Mimiqueue
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 18
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Player Name: Micheal Elouan Tengrove
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 80
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Post by Mimiqueue on Dec 2, 2023 13:26:56 GMT 9
Mimiqueue stood before the Precipice Shrine, looking down into the abyss. It gleamed, slightly, a purple-pink that shimmered more the longer she stared. It felt- wrong, in a way. Especially since the letter the kind pokemon had given her had a now-active button on it.
Go to Banquet
But... she had wanted to see the whole path, not just- manifest at the entrance. So, she had asked around, and made her slow way from Briarbane to the Misty Timberland, and now to the Shrine.
And, it seemed the way to get to the Dream Kingdom was... to jump.
Thus, it felt wrong.
But she had to trust, didn't she? She'd verified online, too- official sources, not just message boards- and it all said the same: the Dream Kingdom was through the Precipice Shrine.
Mimiqueue took a breath, and closed her eyes, and jumped.
She landed in a world of noise and color. People were everywhere, dressed brightly and fancifully. At first glance, Micheal felt a pang of distress- it was a gala, the same as he'd been to. The same that--
But- but it was loud, chaotic and noisy. Everyone was talking and laughing, singing and telling stories. Mimiqueue moved, finding a quiet place to sit- stilling as the Queen stepped forth.
As Ruby stepped forth.
Today, we live our own fantasy and forge our own future.
The words were inspiring, brilliant- but Mimiqueue still felt herself sitting in place, hesitant and uncertain. Bless these halls with your creativity. What was she to do, here? People were already up and moving, branching off to blank walls and platforms and pedestals.
But she didn't know what to do. So she sat, at the long table, simply looking down at the fine dishes before her, delicate and empty. Mimiqueue reached for one, to fill it with something on the table, perhaps- freezing further as it snapped underhand, the scent of vanilla and sugar wafting from it.
Delicately, fearfully, Mimiqueue brought the shard to her lips- and it melted on her tongue, molasses and clove and cinnamon, holidays and warmth and... community, which left a twisting longing in her. Maybe... maybe she- maybe he should check on Jasper, when she logged out?
Mimiqueue continued to wait, watching others move and work. So brilliant and confident- No one making art seemed to care that they were being watched, judged- some, even, seemed to thrive more under the watchful eyes.
How strong of personality they must be...
Mimiqueue, after another moment of sitting, of regarding the Dreamers around her, regarding the half-eaten bowl, got to her feet, shyly escaping down a quieter hallway. There were only a few souls, drawn to easels and wide canvas. Mimiqueue looked at them, blanching a bit-
Micheal had been taught painting, of course. A respectable hobby. But was it what Mimiqueue wanted to offer? She drew to an easel of her own, brushing fingertips over the canvas.
Did she want to paint a simple landscape? No, but...
Mimiqueue sat, gently, eyes flicking down to the array of paints, each color and texture familiar to her. She did not draw more from the air, something soothing and meditative about mixing it herself, the edges of not-quite-mixed paint on the brush.
Slowly, the canvas took shape and form, the pale blue and dusty browns of Briarbane- and everywhere in the settlement were people, players and npcs alike, pokemon flitting in alleyways, atop roofs, twining between wrought iron fences, sprawled in the grass.
Maybe- maybe this was a future she could make for herself. Not the bustle of the real world, but-
Serenity of Acceptance.
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Alistair
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Player Name: Alistair Alearnith
OOC Username: Sunstrider
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Post by Alistair on Dec 2, 2023 14:41:34 GMT 9
"What do you think?"Alistair asked. It was already becoming a habit to just talk to Falas, regardless of response. The sobble tilted his head back to look at Alistair, and then the neatly pressed card. "It's an invitation to the Dream Palace for a banquet... and something about art." The little Pokemon leaned in, casting an eye over the flowing script on the invitation, before scuttling back his more typical several feet away from Alistair. There was at least, a lot less hissing lately, which was a win in his book.
"We missed the big battle, but it might be interesting to learn more about it now... with a little less danger. I think?" Alistair told his starter thoughtfully. Falas tilted his head to one side, then slowly blinked, turning and heading off in a direction- a resounding agreement if Alistair had ever seen one.
A short break to confirm how to get there had been required- but he realized he hadn't needed to. Apparently, Falas knew the way. It was reassuring that as quiet as he was, the sobble did understand him and he wasn't experiencing some sort of glitch or error. They were just... a little skittish. One day, he might even know why.
He had read more than a little about the fights here- it had been one of the focal reasons he had re-prioritized playing, outside of Sarthor's nagging. The nearly infinite number of decisions that players had made across the servers, and the unique outcomes of each were nothing short of groundbreaking. This wasn't just another hyped-up VR experience that amounted to all gloss and no substance... there was something different about this particular game and what Hydance had done.
He looked like he belonged to the autumnal woods as he passed through them- vermillion on red- crimson hair, crimson robes. Sobble stood out, one bright aquamarine fleck amidst the fiery swathe of red, gold, and ivory-white birch. Alistair wanted to stop and wonder, but Falas wasn't slowing down one bit. He was a sobble on a mission. While Alistair was content to arrive midway through the festivities, his Pokemon apparently, was not.
The banquet hall was already filling up as the pair arrived, Alistair at least hearing their purpose from his place near the back. Falas finally stopped, and then actually skittered back practically under the hem of Alistair's robe as some of the other denizens of the dream brushed by. The instant he realized what he'd done, he slipped away again, eyeing Alistair warily as though he'd engineered the situation to make the sobble go near him. Alistair hadn't noticed, instead looking over everything with a growing sense of childish glee. There were already several murals going up some mirroring the soft and colorful dreamscape, others depicting the struggle with Zapdos and a few other fights. "I'm not much of a paint- hm." Sobble looked over its shoulder at him, but its nervously shuffling feet were leaving wet little prints on the ground, and his form was wavering like he wanted to disappear. Well, Alistair didn't expect him to be much of a socialite. He wasn't surprised when the sobble darted under a table skirt, vanishing entirely from view. So far, despite their wariness, his starter had mostly kept nearby so...
Alistair kept going. He did occasionally, from the corner of his eye, glimpse his Pokemon nearby- nervous, but interested in the vast plethora of strange food. But Alistair was on a mission now, mind churning over how to be creative again. He had done more art before, he knew that- so this felt again like easing a vice in himself he hadn't been aware had been placed- but it didn't mean it was comfortable or easy. He had been creative before; his loud and brash persona could be carefully lowered in certain classes- he'd liked history. Poetry, ballads- something about old words and the melodic beat of prose had been soothing once. He might have written some things, back then, now surely moldering away in his parents' attic. He wasn't going to get back to that today, no matter how high on his mind it was as he surveyed everyone's work with a growing sense of inferiority. He wasn't the artsy type, except... every STEM major still had to take art courses- the real question had been which ones fit in his schedule?
There- against a wall- a long roll of smooth white silk- exactly what he'd been looking for on some level. Maybe, since this was a dream, he could have truncated the process somewhat, but rolling out the fabric gave him a moment to understand what he wanted with it. He cast around, quick to find what he wanted- thick waxed thread, curved needles, bags of deep powder. In real life he remembered the process as grueling- one had to treat the silk before it would accept dye, and then the dye itself needed making. Pigment powders never matched their result, and wet dye never did. But here, in this place, each cannister or bag he peered into, he understood (by the dream) what color it would be. Delightful. He just knew the fabric wouldn't need the pungent mixture of soda-ash or anything else. He just gathered brushes, pulled a wide-mouthed basin of water over, and mixed his dyes into jars. He considered the pretty robes- they weren't really, but they'd get in the way- and stripped down to a tunic and pants, draping the autumnal fabric over a nearby hook. Finally, he settled himself at a table, carefully beginning the process of his base dye.
These were pastel colors- very much like the gardens and woods he had walked through. Soft ambers and magentas; dreamy violets fading to periwinkle. He paid some attention to where the light clouds of color were going, but this was just going to be the backdrop of what he wanted. Now and again Rose's shattered crown caught his eye, and as he began planning his next bit of hard work- glancing up as he reached for a pencil- Falas was there, perched on the lip of the water basin, curiously tapping at it with his toes. Alistair pretended to not notice, indulgently and began sketching. No one would see the light penciling when he was done. Now and again he glanced up as he worked, at the way the light glanced off of the Queen's shattered crown. And then, when he was done, he started to stitch and use the thread to create intricate knots all across the surface of the fabric. As he worked, he started to explain to the sobble (who was watching him intently)- this process: by stitching into the fabric with waxed thread, and by the nature of how dye took to folded fabric, he could create a pattern. It was shibori (albeit not very masterfully done), and he had liked it in school but it had been a bit messy for dorms and apartments after that.
He let the sobble examine his work midway through, the scrunched pastel fabric that resembled something gnarled up too long in the washing machine than a deliberate work. The sobble's skeptical stare became more pronounced as Alistair dumped deep indigo powder into the formerly clear basin of water, seeming satisfied as it swirled nearly black, shimmering as though with stars. It was, after all, not real dye. It could whorl with the colors of a night-time storm if he wanted it to. And then, to alarm and utter disgust of Falas, Alistair plunged the formerly light fabric in it. Falas hissed at him, retreating to another stool and glaring balefully at Alistair again as he had on the day they met.
"It's fine, it's fine, I promise!" He laughed, which did nothing other than make the half-feral sobble flinch down, and Alistair's eyes started running- which finally just made him laugh. Wiping at his face, he undoubtedly got the stormy dye on it, but it was better than not being able to see because his sobble had made him cry out of misplaced indignant rage. He could practically hear the protect- you ruined it!!. But he hadn't. He fished out the fabric after a little while, ignoring how it dripped and set to work. In Unovr he didn't have to mess about with sewing scissors. He had claw-like nails, tipped with gold lacquer, and he put them to use deftly. The threads unraveled gracefully, not tangling as they might've in real life, unfurling the Shibori tapestry as he lifted it.
The stormy blue-black dominated, seeming to shift like a burgeoning storm- little particles of white shifting through it like driven snow or rain. But it was broken, dramatically, by arching radial patterns, interspersed with shattered rays. Here he had stitched lightly and gathered little, so they whorled with cloudlike colors, showing through the bright and soft colors he'd initially dyed from. More boldly were inset, interlocking crystal-like shapes that interspersed the top-most arch- a rather abstract but still recognizable rendition of the shattered crown.
Alistair spread it out over the table, watching as it miraculously dried. The sobble leaned down from their perch on the back of the chair to look at the brocade as well, still seeming suspicious. “What do you think?” Alistair asked, now beginning to meticulously clean his hands. The sobble circled it a few times, touched it once with one of his little feet- and then immediately whisked off the table, back toward where the food was.
Ali watched the sobble go, then turned back, letting the tapestry be pinned to the wall as a placard formed to the side- “Crown”.
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ozone
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Weekend Warrior
The Creed
Posts: 141
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Player Name: Oscar 'Oz' Zaitsu
OOC Username: Stells
Arena Points: 30
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Post by ozone on Dec 3, 2023 1:27:30 GMT 9
#s://i~imgur~com/FAzFJaT~jpg “Oh, you are on, motherfucker!”Oz stares at this Kazuki guy, perplexed, and after a couple of seconds of blinking as if to confirm that he didn't imagine the other's... let's say... extreme reaction, he gives him a look that almost seems to say 'dude, you good?'. Now, see, here's the thing: many would have had the better judgement to leave Kazuki alone after getting quite literally barked at, right? But, good judgement tends to be something in which dear Oz sorely lacks, and quite honestly, he's way too curious now. So, it's with arms crossed and a smirk that he watches the other paint, his curiosity soon being rewarded with a surprisingly familiar stickman. When looking at it, he laughs."Ha! Is that supposed to be me? Damn, it's an honor to be a part of your mural. That's really sweet of you, dude. I'm touched." Oz grins, knowing full well that the intention of the drawing was to offend and acting pleased exactly for that reason. Oz has met a few people like Kazuki before, you see, and in his experience, they're always too damn funny.Plus, silly as it may be, he clearly must've left an impression on the guy for him to add him to this mural without as much as knowing his name. That means he totally should return the gesture! But, first... "Alright, Peri, what should we paint next?"<'Bird!'>"Bird? Ha... You're right. There's a few legendary birds already, but I heard Articuno was king here, so there can never be enough of them, right?"Oz chuckles at his own words, but the truth is that as much as he may have looked into UNOVR before he begun playing, he's not all that familiar with the lore behind past events. He knows bits and pieces, having no emotional attachment to this place or the stories that had been written by those who first stepped upon these halls, but even if those emotions aren't there for him, he knows they are there for others. He had heard it in the way Ruby spoke to them all, he can read it in the poems written upon the walls by people like Morpheus, and he can see it in murals like that of orioncayge and even Kazuki. He considers these feelings, this place, and he paints one of the few empty spaces left on the walls: King Articuno, crowned, leading charge of dozens upon dozens of little pokémon. Most are birds, of course, just as his own Piplup had asked, but all starters are there as well, and some Pokémon that he knows can be found in Asper. The majority are easy to identify, and it's a good thing that he has practice drawing Pokémon from memory, but in a corner beneath Articuno, almost too easy to miss, there's an ice cube and a strange-looking scowling Pokémon frozen within: "There ya go. Figured I'd return the gesture."
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Rose Garden
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Posts: 164
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Player Name: Roseanne Woods
OOC Username: Magnere
Arena Points: 60
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Post by Rose Garden on Dec 3, 2023 13:56:43 GMT 9
#s://i~imgur~com/9lIQGP4~png Rose didn't exactly know what was going on until she had walked through the portal the cute little Indeedee opened. It was that fancy castle, with the pretty queen again! And so much food! An absolutely endless stretch of tables!
By the time the Queen had started her speech, Rose already had fistfulls of blue goo, shoving the meat-tasting blue pudding into her face. It was so weird, it made her giggle over and over again. If only her mom could make food like this!
With her cute little kitty cat ears, and outfit in the Dream World absolutely covered in cats, like her own little Cat Princess, she'd eventually find herself wandering around looking at everyone else's art.
It was all so cool! She really liked the mural that Kazuki made, the paw prints were adorable on it still! But she especially thought the art by her friend Torino was especially beautiful. It was like a little optical illusion! She'd bounce back and forth, seeing the form of the sculpture flicker back and forth with a few giggles.
"... Oh, what do I make?" She mumbled to herself, eventually just plopping down in an open little section. She didn't really know, but she did like making art! She doodled in school all the time, but maybe she should make something a little bit more interesting. Something she learned how to do recently!
Standing back to her feet, the little girl ran with her arms outstretched, giggling and laughing all to herself. As if by luck, or perhaps the dream acknowledging her desires, a large pumpkin sat atop the table, paired with a fairly small knife. Carefully, she made her way back to her little corner, knowing better than to run with sharp objects!
Plopping down, she began to stab into the pumpkin. As if on cue, light would begin to pour from the open cut in the pumpkin, as if a flame had already been lit from within. There were no thoughts about how this wasn't a jack-o-lantern was really made, the child didn't really know any better.
Art was as magical as everything else about this world.
By the time she was done carving, a cute little seedot had been carved into the pumpkin, glowing with a warm flickering light. It didn't matter that some parts were somehow floating, and would have totally fallen out in a real pumpkin. She didn't even realize, and perhaps that was exactly the reason it worked.
The dreams of a child was such a powerful thing.
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Ruby
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Player Name: Dr. Ruby Walker Ph.D.
OOC Username: Magnere
Arena Points: 60
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Post by Ruby on Dec 3, 2023 16:25:49 GMT 9
#s://i~imgur~com/QuIo3YX~png Queen Rubella would watch with a wide grin on her face, slowly sitting back on a small little pink cloud that formed beneath her. Her eyes would gaze across the halls, watching everything there was to see. This was what the Dream Palace was missing. Life, color, and beauty. As things began to wind down in the party, the queen would get up from her seat and begin to mingle herself. She'd wander to everyone's works of art, taking them all in and enjoying them.
Her eyes wandered from the beautiful swirling paint that Kallisto wielded, to the glowing keys that Comet discovered. It was such a joy to see people in the midst of creation, she couldn't wait to see what they made.
Wandering over towards the mural, titled Catastrophe made by Kazuki and a few others, she couldn't help but giggle. A few soap bubbles formed in the air around her, only to pop as she laughed. "So colorful! I adore the shading!" Ruby would reply, just grinning ear to ear. "And the footprints, of course. Very true to its name, lovely!"
From there, Ruby continued to wander enjoying the atmosphere and sneaking a few biscuits off the dining table herself before finding her way over to Verai 's poetry, Another Way. She always was such a sucker for poems. "Simple, sweet, and elegant. Hope is always the answer."
While devouring her biscuit with polite little bites her own Munna, Murmur, would suddenly float over towards her side catching her off guard. Normally, the lazy Pokémon wouldn't budge for nothing! And yet, they seemed to motion with a foot of theirs for Ruby to follow. Curious, she walked right after them only to run straight into ozone 's artwork.
Cute, adorable Munna sleeping amidst a much larger one. An evolved form, perhaps? She should check one day, but it seemed her own Munna was quite content with the art made in her likeness, settling up on a small stand and sleeping beneath it. "Cute, my dear." She'd affectionately pat their head, only to turn and look at the other work of ozone 's art.
King Articuno leading a charge, filled with birds of all kinds and other Pokémon she recognized. Such effort to paint all the different Pokemon, she couldn't help but be in silent awe for a second. Perhaps in his youth, that might have been exactly what the king looked like. Maybe she should ask him. With a soft smile, she'd turn and head back on her way to explore the rest of the halls.
Biscuits devoured and feeling a bit peckish for more, she'd wander to grab a fairly large one, having to carry it in both hands. It was absurd! But no more absurd than something Mom would have made. Oh, if only she could have been here. Could they even come here? Perhaps something for another time.
She'd pause to eat in front of the next poem that she found, written by Morpheus . War of Ideals. With a nod, Ruby would whisper to herself. "Rhyming violence with malevolence... I should have thought of that one." Some poems left you wondering what they really meant, but this one shared its message strongly right in front. Given the context of the recent Thunderfall Event, it felt only more fitting.
Despite all that she had seen before, however, it was Torino 's work that made her gasp out loud, dropping the biscuit half eaten onto the ground in shock. She politely picked it back up, only to rush her little feet straight over towards it, only for it to change its look to resemble her. She blinked in shock, ever so slowly pacing back and forth in front of the stature formed from light itself. It was almost chilling, seeing someone make anything that resembled the "Princess." But, it was clearly metaphorical, The Warmth of Choice. She liked to think that she did the Dream Kingdom justice.
It was better than whatever deluded ideals of power the parasite had upon this land, at least that was something she could know for sure. Feeling in awe, she'd place a hand across her lips, only to blow a heart-shaped bubble like a kiss towards the statue. It popped, and before she could say any words she heard orioncayge calling her over.
With a laugh, she'd pull herself away from the beautiful statue to go and look at his mural. She'd start at the very beginning, her hand's gently trailing across the wall. From Beta Island, all the way through the whole region of Asper. She'd pause on the image that he had made of herself, and just smiled faintly. "My crown, isn't a traditional crown, so I'm am amazed at whatever you have made, my dear." She'd mention to Orion, motioning to the spinning jewels that orbited her head slowly. The Crown Jewels, all that remained of the Precipice Crown. "But art is art and need not represent life. Sometimes, life imitates art."
She'd wave a hand and with a burst of bubbles, her crown jewels would twist, perfectly matching his drawing, floating paint strokes and all. "I love the message, Duke Cayge." The crown would twist back to normal in another explosion of bubbles, giggling to herself. "Or whatever you want to be now. This world is yours too."
With a polite wave, she'd slip off to continue her tour. Finally finishing off her massive biscuit, she'd turn to discover Mimiqueue 's Serenity of Acceptance. A handpainted landscape of Briarbane, with the world alive. People, Pokémon, everywhere there was a few space. It brought a smile to her face. As much as the Dream Kingdom had become her second home, these days, Briarbane was her actual home. She lived there, and it was amazing to see it regarded with such love. Acceptance was such a powerful thing.
In this world, the virtual world, the Dreamers could be whoever they wanted, not just in their dreams. There was a magic to that. Even she had made the decision to give herself pink hair, to live out her youth again.
Speaking of her crown so recently to Orion, her eyes would grow wide at the tapestry made by Alistair titled Crown. She was in awe, reaching up to grab her Crown Jewels. They'd float, following her hand instead of her head as she held it out to compare against the tapestry. It was simply wonderful. There was no need to make it match exactly, it was abstract, but the resemblance was uncanny. She couldn't help but smile, there was so much weight to this.
The Precipice Crown, broken. She certainly wasn't the only one who had claimed it's jewels at the end, but hers were certainly the most famous, she supposed. Fame didn't really matter, nor was it something she ever sought for. The power of the crown was back with the people, where it always should have been.
Her role was never that of a ruler, she only ever wanted to help people. She supposed in that way, that was what a true Queen did.
And last but not least, Ruby was drawn to Rose Garden 's adorable jack-o-lantern. It was a Seedot, shining through. Cute, adorable, and her eyes wandered to the discarded knife and pumpkin bits nearby. Perhaps it wasn't intended to remain part of the art, but she liked it. There was something charming about seeing the aftermath, the mess art took to make, that spoke to her.
With her wandering having taken quite a bit of time, she finally moved back up towards her throne. She'd gaze out across the whole hall of players she could see, and smiling for those that she couldn't. This was what the Dream Palace should be. With a slow movement, her hands would slowly raise, and the music echoing through the halls would slowly quiet down to draw attention back to her. As Queen Rubella spoke, her voice echoed across the hall once more, so all could hear without needing to stop what they were doing.
"Thank you, all of you. You have made the Palace so much more beautiful, pouring your hearts out to make art that speaks your soul. Some funny, sweet, thought-provoking, and even some incredibly emotional." She would lower her hands, folding her arms across her chest in the sleeves of her kimono. "The Dream World is yours, just as much as it is mine. All are welcome, always. I know not what the waking world holds in store, nor what other dreams the worlds have suffered, but so long as you believe in yourself you will accomplish acts far greater than you could ever imagine."
"Dreams might one day be lost, but the memories you made tonight, the bonds you share, they will always last. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. I have, one last gift for you all."
She'd hold out both her hands once more, bubbles slowly forming. Images of the night replaying within them like a mirror to the past before eventually forming like large, single shimmering window. Familiar faces flickered within of everyone who had gathered tonight. Artwork flashing by, delicious food, and music and laughter echoed from within.
With a cheer, Queen Rubella would stretch out her arms as the shimmering bubble window flew towards a wall, solidifying itself within as a door. "A glimpse into my memories," the queen would explain, once again folding her arms. "For there are those who were not able to join us tonight, and they do not deserve to miss out. Walk within, and the banquet will always exist for you."
"Even when we are done, the food packed up, the music gone, and the party done, it will be there. Just enter and the banquet will play again, and again, for all to celebrate, to watch the art of creation begin. To see the halls of the Dream Palace to come alive with color. Thank you, all of you. May those who dream big always find comfort in these halls."
The music would raise once again, and instead of returning to her chambers, Queen Rubella would simply twirl down onto the dance floor, to join everyone in the rest of the Banquet. She hadn't ever smiled so much in her life and she had absolutely no plans to stop.
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C0D13
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Bug Maniac
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Player Name: C0D13
OOC Username: Ladybug
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Post by C0D13 on Dec 9, 2023 20:53:48 GMT 9
SCENARIO COMPLETE!Participants may choose (1) Move Mod: Decorateor SWIRLIXor [tangent=Reach inside this canvas bag to pull out a handful of random art supplies!]Flavor Item: Art Supplies[/tangent]Claim your item in General Mod Requests!
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