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[nrc-asteryn-crew]

Mace stook his ground, letting ink splash up onto him, as he fired up yet another spell to launch at the phantom. Knowing that the hits against the phantom also hurt Casimir sent a wave of guilt down his spine, but he wasn't surprised; he'd expected it, after all. He'd never been above hurting others anyway.

He was relieved for a moment, knowing that the phantom seemed to be mentally connected to Casimir in some capacity, in such that it's actions were greatly influenced by Casimir's conscious will, a good reassurance to feel more confident. However listening to Casimir monologue, becoming privy to his thoughts and his desperation, he couldn't help but speak up again, wanting to protest his viewpoint, desconstruct it, witness it crumble. Even though that was wistful thinking.

You don't get through to an overblotter. But that didn't stop him from trying anyway.

"Are you even hearing yourself?! That's completely stupid! The world doesn't end here, because of one event, but yours just might if you keep this up! There's more to your life than that, more you can make it, regardless of anyone else and their influence! Nothing you could have to gain is worth the cost of hurting people- the people you care about- who care about you- and the irreversible damage to yourself!" He shouted, emphasising his words as more spells fired out from his pen; cosmic, flora, but never fire.

"Please Casi'- if anyone would know that- It would be me." He breathed, quieter, but just as desperate, taking a moment to glance around the auditorium, searching for anything he could use to give himself leverage over the phantom.

-

"It's alright, don't worry!" She reassured, with an awkward, though sweet laugh.

"I should be able to-! Just follow the wall in this direction, I'll keep talking for a bit so it's a little easier for you."

Having someone rely on her was a little nerve wracking, especially in a scenario like this, but she wanted to help, so she would.

She thought for a moment, back to how Mace had immediatly ran off at the first signs of the overblot, so sure of himself, rushing into the fray with nothing more than a calculated expression and a sort of bravery she could only dream of displaying herself, and she smiled faintly.

"Mace knows what he's doing, though. He has uh- a lot of... experience, let's say- in dealing with these- and not in the way I or- most people here have. But uh-! No yeah- I agree with you-! We should still definitely find a way to help once we're out there... Not that uh- I could do much, probably... magicless and all..."

"Ah, but... I think I saw the overblot sort of... absorb? The light-? I'm not too sure, but... when the emergency lights went on, then fizzled out again, it sort of looked like they were being pulled towards the stage... if that even makes any sense..?" She trailed off, her voice a little quieter and unsure, just voicing her observations as she walked, for a lack of much else to say.

A never-ending hunger for power that consumes all and leaves naught but despair in its wake. This night, too, shall be embraced in its all-enconpassing maw.

The lights in the auditorium flickered slowly - a sign that most audience members might have taken to mean that the show will resume momentarily.

It wouldn't have been an unreasonable assumption, certainly - after all, the sound of moving rigging could be heard, as well as the (presumably) eager shuffling of actors and crew members behind the scenes.

Of course, the shuffling turned into an argument that began to grow in volume, going from hushed whispers to borderline shouting behind as some sort of conflict unfolded backstage.

As the lights flickered, the movement slowly became more erratic, almost dangerously so. An anguished cry rang out from behind the curtains, and what looked to be ink began to leak from underneath, emitting an acrid scent that filled the room.

The entire room fell into a brief silence as lightbulbs began to burst, covering the room in a pitch black darkness, a sound that only grew into a crescendo as the curtains were struck by an unseen force, sending them hurtling to the ground with a crash.

The auditorium was sent into a panic as students, staff, and guests alike began scrambling about and a shaky voice quickly came over the speakers.

"Attention all guests: Please evacuate the premises immediately. The emergency lights will activate momentarily, so please try to remain calm as you exit- there will be staff members on the scene to redirect you to a safe lo-"

Another crash was heard, followed by another cry.

As the voice on the intercom had stated, though, the emergency lights did indeed flicker on. The salvation from the darkness did not last long, though, before the light was quickly absorbed by something in the darkness.

Those who looked at the stage could, for the briefest moment, see something unfathomably massive hulking about before being enveloped once more in shadows.

( @night-raven-miscellany)

(✨️Its TIIIIIIIMMMEEEEEEEEEEE :3)

Mace had been watching everything. Could connect the dots easily. He'd spotted Duscha, and by proxy the rest of Casimir's family the moment he'd walked in, had been keeping them in his peripherals for the whole show. He'd watched Casimir's father become increasingly more bored and irritated, had seen the rigging fall, paired with the loud scoldings backstage, witnessed Casimir's increasing panic with his very own two eyes.

The moment the lights flickered out, the extremely familiar scent of ink filling his nostrils, he had already lept out of his chair, rushing towards the stage with baited breath.

"Mace, wait-!" A voice shouted, causing him to freeze in place breifly, snapping his head back.

"Backstage. There's bound to still be people there. Help evacuate, just- let me do this. ...Please, Kiki." Is all Mace snapped out, before hoisting himself up onto the stage with ease, avoiding all the debris, squashing down his rising panic and ignoring the ringing in his ears.

He flicked his magic pen out from his pocket, the glowing gem doing little to brighten up the atmosphere around him. Luckily though, the darkness did little to hinder him, having been long acclimated to dark lighting. All that mattered to him now was getting to Casimir.

-

Kiyuu's gaze lingered on what little of Mace's form they could make out, before sighing, and beginning to make their way backstage, feeling around to navigate her way through the room.

She didn't really know how much truth there was to what Mace had said, since realy, they really gathered that all the people backstage would have already evacuated themselves by now, or something of that capacity.

But, nonetheless, following through was least she could do for Mace. If he wanted her out of the way, that was okay. She understood. At least this way, there was a chance she could be even a little bit useful.

Pushing open the doors, she walked through cautiously, peering their head around to see if she could spot anyone.

"U-uhm... Hello..? Is- there anyone here still..?" She called out into the darkness, repressing an anxious shiver.

[nrc-asteryn-crew]

Mace stood tall, glaring back at the phantom with a hardened gaze, not backing down, that was until registering Casimir's voice, looking down at his form.

"You haven't failed anything, Casi'. It's everyone else who's failed you." He muttered, the words spilling out without him even having to think about them.

Distracted breifly, he was caught off guard when the phantom slammed a giant arm down, narrowly missing it as he dived towards Casimir, using the phantom's momentarily faltering attention to cast his own spell back at it, strong winds cutting high through the air.

He knew any type of light probably wasn't too good of an idea right now, if his deductions were correct. The effeciency and effectiveness of his attacks could be worked on, since he wasn't sure how well other elements would fare against the phantom, but something was better than nothing, especially now.

-

Kiyuu winced, but didn't let the initial vote against her presence here deter her. As she continued to step further forwards, she could sense the proximity of the other's swinging arm, and she came to an abrupt stop.

"Ack- Oh yep-! You're-" She started, before tenatively reaching an arm out in front of her, to gauge their distance. "-right in front of me- ish. Okay- that's good." She sighed softly in relief.

"Uhm- though- if it's any solace to you- I know my friend- Mace- stayed back to deal with- uhm... yeah... that. Casi'- or- I think it's Casimir-? Is uh- a really good friend of Mace's. Like- he talks about him all the time 'n everything. If- if there's anyone out there who can help- It's him." She explained, figuring that easing their worries about at least one out of their two options for now couldn't really be a bad thing.

"For now we can- probably go back the way I came to get back to the main area of the auditorium- since I can retrace my steps pretty easily from here- I've been uh- hugging the wall- well- mostly, anyways- to get around-?"She continued, voice trailing up higher as she offered her ideas, suddenly feeling unsure of herself in the presence of someone who seemed a lot more under control than she was.

A never-ending hunger for power that consumes all and leaves naught but despair in its wake. This night, too, shall be embraced in its all-enconpassing maw.

The lights in the auditorium flickered slowly - a sign that most audience members might have taken to mean that the show will resume momentarily.

It wouldn't have been an unreasonable assumption, certainly - after all, the sound of moving rigging could be heard, as well as the (presumably) eager shuffling of actors and crew members behind the scenes.

Of course, the shuffling turned into an argument that began to grow in volume, going from hushed whispers to borderline shouting behind as some sort of conflict unfolded backstage.

As the lights flickered, the movement slowly became more erratic, almost dangerously so. An anguished cry rang out from behind the curtains, and what looked to be ink began to leak from underneath, emitting an acrid scent that filled the room.

The entire room fell into a brief silence as lightbulbs began to burst, covering the room in a pitch black darkness, a sound that only grew into a crescendo as the curtains were struck by an unseen force, sending them hurtling to the ground with a crash.

The auditorium was sent into a panic as students, staff, and guests alike began scrambling about and a shaky voice quickly came over the speakers.

"Attention all guests: Please evacuate the premises immediately. The emergency lights will activate momentarily, so please try to remain calm as you exit- there will be staff members on the scene to redirect you to a safe lo-"

Another crash was heard, followed by another cry.

As the voice on the intercom had stated, though, the emergency lights did indeed flicker on. The salvation from the darkness did not last long, though, before the light was quickly absorbed by something in the darkness.

Those who looked at the stage could, for the briefest moment, see something unfathomably massive hulking about before being enveloped once more in shadows.

( @night-raven-miscellany)

(✨️Its TIIIIIIIMMMEEEEEEEEEEE :3)

Mace had been watching everything. Could connect the dots easily. He'd spotted Duscha, and by proxy the rest of Casimir's family the moment he'd walked in, had been keeping them in his peripherals for the whole show. He'd watched Casimir's father become increasingly more bored and irritated, had seen the rigging fall, paired with the loud scoldings backstage, witnessed Casimir's increasing panic with his very own two eyes.

The moment the lights flickered out, the extremely familiar scent of ink filling his nostrils, he had already lept out of his chair, rushing towards the stage with baited breath.

"Mace, wait-!" A voice shouted, causing him to freeze in place breifly, snapping his head back.

"Backstage. There's bound to still be people there. Help evacuate, just- let me do this. ...Please, Kiki." Is all Mace snapped out, before hoisting himself up onto the stage with ease, avoiding all the debris, squashing down his rising panic and ignoring the ringing in his ears.

He flicked his magic pen out from his pocket, the glowing gem doing little to brighten up the atmosphere around him. Luckily though, the darkness did little to hinder him, having been long acclimated to dark lighting. All that mattered to him now was getting to Casimir.

-

Kiyuu's gaze lingered on what little of Mace's form they could make out, before sighing, and beginning to make their way backstage, feeling around to navigate her way through the room.

She didn't really know how much truth there was to what Mace had said, since realy, they really gathered that all the people backstage would have already evacuated themselves by now, or something of that capacity.

But, nonetheless, following through was least she could do for Mace. If he wanted her out of the way, that was okay. She understood. At least this way, there was a chance she could be even a little bit useful.

Pushing open the doors, she walked through cautiously, peering their head around to see if she could spot anyone.

"U-uhm... Hello..? Is- there anyone here still..?" She called out into the darkness, repressing an anxious shiver.

[nrc-asteryn-crew]

Mace watched the glow dissapate from his wand, following the dim light fly towards the large figure occupying the middle of the stage, illuminating the path along the way.

Finally having made it to center stage, he could now assess the phantom. He knew it was best to focus on the phantom first, subdue it, preserve as much of the victims life force as possible by dealing with the phantom quickly, but as his gaze fleeted downwards, and caught the small figure of a person, of his friend...

All of the fear he had pushed so far down, came bumbling up to the surface, and he froze. His mind screamed at him, he couldn't afford any wasted time, he couldn't afford wavering focus, but the sight of Casimir's small form, hearing his words spoken in that soft and vulnerable voice, he couldn't peel his eyes away, could only stare ahead.

"Mace c'mon- snap out of it..." He hissed to himself, tearing his eyes away from Casimir with great effort, and looking up at the phantom again. He needed to figure out how best to defeat it, to detach it from Casimir with minimal injuries to him in the process, had to just think over his pounding heartbeat.

-

"Ah! You're- the person who spoke over the intercom!" Kiyuu exclaimed in recognition, keeping her voice quiet.

"I know, I know it's uh- pretty dangerous out there, I've been in the- general vicinity of uh- enough of these things to gather that much. That's why I'm not out there facing the overblot, unlike some other guy I know... I just wanted to see if I could help anyone who was stuck back here... Navigating alone in the dark is pretty hard- I'm just thankful I was seated near the front of the audience- aha..."

Following the voice of the other, she slowly made her way over to... well- somewhere. Wow, maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all, she had absolutely no idea what she was doing.

"If I'm in danger here, so are you. So I- I don't want to leave you here alone."

A never-ending hunger for power that consumes all and leaves naught but despair in its wake. This night, too, shall be embraced in its all-enconpassing maw.

The lights in the auditorium flickered slowly - a sign that most audience members might have taken to mean that the show will resume momentarily.

It wouldn't have been an unreasonable assumption, certainly - after all, the sound of moving rigging could be heard, as well as the (presumably) eager shuffling of actors and crew members behind the scenes.

Of course, the shuffling turned into an argument that began to grow in volume, going from hushed whispers to borderline shouting behind as some sort of conflict unfolded backstage.

As the lights flickered, the movement slowly became more erratic, almost dangerously so. An anguished cry rang out from behind the curtains, and what looked to be ink began to leak from underneath, emitting an acrid scent that filled the room.

The entire room fell into a brief silence as lightbulbs began to burst, covering the room in a pitch black darkness, a sound that only grew into a crescendo as the curtains were struck by an unseen force, sending them hurtling to the ground with a crash.

The auditorium was sent into a panic as students, staff, and guests alike began scrambling about and a shaky voice quickly came over the speakers.

"Attention all guests: Please evacuate the premises immediately. The emergency lights will activate momentarily, so please try to remain calm as you exit- there will be staff members on the scene to redirect you to a safe lo-"

Another crash was heard, followed by another cry.

As the voice on the intercom had stated, though, the emergency lights did indeed flicker on. The salvation from the darkness did not last long, though, before the light was quickly absorbed by something in the darkness.

Those who looked at the stage could, for the briefest moment, see something unfathomably massive hulking about before being enveloped once more in shadows.

( @night-raven-miscellany)

(✨️Its TIIIIIIIMMMEEEEEEEEEEE :3)

Mace had been watching everything. Could connect the dots easily. He'd spotted Duscha, and by proxy the rest of Casimir's family the moment he'd walked in, had been keeping them in his peripherals for the whole show. He'd watched Casimir's father become increasingly more bored and irritated, had seen the rigging fall, paired with the loud scoldings backstage, witnessed Casimir's increasing panic with his very own two eyes.

The moment the lights flickered out, the extremely familiar scent of ink filling his nostrils, he had already lept out of his chair, rushing towards the stage with baited breath.

"Mace, wait-!" A voice shouted, causing him to freeze in place breifly, snapping his head back.

"Backstage. There's bound to still be people there. Help evacuate, just- let me do this. ...Please, Kiki." Is all Mace snapped out, before hoisting himself up onto the stage with ease, avoiding all the debris, squashing down his rising panic and ignoring the ringing in his ears.

He flicked his magic pen out from his pocket, the glowing gem doing little to brighten up the atmosphere around him. Luckily though, the darkness did little to hinder him, having been long acclimated to dark lighting. All that mattered to him now was getting to Casimir.

-

Kiyuu's gaze lingered on what little of Mace's form they could make out, before sighing, and beginning to make their way backstage, feeling around to navigate her way through the room.

She didn't really know how much truth there was to what Mace had said, since realy, they really gathered that all the people backstage would have already evacuated themselves by now, or something of that capacity.

But, nonetheless, following through was least she could do for Mace. If he wanted her out of the way, that was okay. She understood. At least this way, there was a chance she could be even a little bit useful.

Pushing open the doors, she walked through cautiously, peering their head around to see if she could spot anyone.

"U-uhm... Hello..? Is- there anyone here still..?" She called out into the darkness, repressing an anxious shiver.

[nrc-asteryn-crew]

A never-ending hunger for power that consumes all and leaves naught but despair in its wake. This night, too, shall be embraced in its all-enconpassing maw.

The lights in the auditorium flickered slowly - a sign that most audience members might have taken to mean that the show will resume momentarily.

It wouldn't have been an unreasonable assumption, certainly - after all, the sound of moving rigging could be heard, as well as the (presumably) eager shuffling of actors and crew members behind the scenes.

Of course, the shuffling turned into an argument that began to grow in volume, going from hushed whispers to borderline shouting behind as some sort of conflict unfolded backstage.

As the lights flickered, the movement slowly became more erratic, almost dangerously so. An anguished cry rang out from behind the curtains, and what looked to be ink began to leak from underneath, emitting an acrid scent that filled the room.

The entire room fell into a brief silence as lightbulbs began to burst, covering the room in a pitch black darkness, a sound that only grew into a crescendo as the curtains were struck by an unseen force, sending them hurtling to the ground with a crash.

The auditorium was sent into a panic as students, staff, and guests alike began scrambling about and a shaky voice quickly came over the speakers.

"Attention all guests: Please evacuate the premises immediately. The emergency lights will activate momentarily, so please try to remain calm as you exit- there will be staff members on the scene to redirect you to a safe lo-"

Another crash was heard, followed by another cry.

As the voice on the intercom had stated, though, the emergency lights did indeed flicker on. The salvation from the darkness did not last long, though, before the light was quickly absorbed by something in the darkness.

Those who looked at the stage could, for the briefest moment, see something unfathomably massive hulking about before being enveloped once more in shadows.

( @night-raven-miscellany)

(✨️Its TIIIIIIIMMMEEEEEEEEEEE :3)

Mace had been watching everything. Could connect the dots easily. He'd spotted Duscha, and by proxy the rest of Casimir's family the moment he'd walked in, had been keeping them in his peripherals for the whole show. He'd watched Casimir's father become increasingly more bored and irritated, had seen the rigging fall, paired with the loud scoldings backstage, witnessed Casimir's increasing panic with his very own two eyes.

The moment the lights flickered out, the extremely familiar scent of ink filling his nostrils, he had already lept out of his chair, rushing towards the stage with baited breath.

"Mace, wait-!" A voice shouted, causing him to freeze in place breifly, snapping his head back.

"Backstage. There's bound to still be people there. Help evacuate, just- let me do this. ...Please, Kiki." Is all Mace snapped out, before hoisting himself up onto the stage with ease, avoiding all the debris, squashing down his rising panic and ignoring the ringing in his ears.

He flicked his magic pen out from his pocket, the glowing gem doing little to brighten up the atmosphere around him. Luckily though, the darkness did little to hinder him, having been long acclimated to dark lighting. All that mattered to him now was getting to Casimir.

-

Kiyuu's gaze lingered on what little of Mace's form they could make out, before sighing, and beginning to make their way backstage, feeling around to navigate her way through the room.

She didn't really know how much truth there was to what Mace had said, since realy, they really gathered that all the people backstage would have already evacuated themselves by now, or something of that capacity.

But, nonetheless, following through was least she could do for Mace. If he wanted her out of the way, that was okay. She understood. At least this way, there was a chance she could be even a little bit useful.

Pushing open the doors, she walked through cautiously, peering their head around to see if she could spot anyone.

"U-uhm... Hello..? Is- there anyone here still..?" She called out into the darkness, repressing an anxious shiver.

[nrc-asteryn-crew]

For the edgy/misc ask game!!!

11 for da yuus, 12 for Aros, and I WANNA say it's 23 or 24 but I don't remember which one it is but. The how might ur oc have turned out differently with Anchor

Yahooo

yahoooo !!! ehehe this is so SILLYYY THANK U VIIII i can always count on u for asks and i am very grateful for that fact :3

11. What is your OC's weapon of choice? Have they ever actually used it?

Yuuto - Does Xen count? /j

Probably his fists honestly I mean, this guy is constantly between "I'm too tired for this shit" and "FUCK YOU LETS FIGHT" and most of those uh involved his (very bruised) knuckles

Ok but he were to use an ACTUAL weapon I think he'd probably gravitate towards some of those like knuckle brace/guard thingies? I don't know what they're called and I'm too lazy to check, but just something to guard his knuckles and pack a bit more of a punch to them, since I don't really think he'd ever not use his fists to fight people. He just that kinda guy u kno :3

or like idk he might like a badass dagger too

Kiyuu - ~~Her words~~ I say in a flowery voice /j

Actually honestly... Well... Okay if she WERE to use a weapon, I think it would be some kind of... I dunno actually, I feel like she'd use some kind of pretty looking weapon, but definitely not anything sharp. I just cant ever imagine her wanting to cause that much harm to anyone (excluding phantoms), like the piercing of skin yk

Okay actually I don't know if this counts either but Kiyuu would suit like one of those magical girl wands SO. WELL. they're technically weapons arent theyyy ?? ehe

12. Is your OC self-destructive? In what ways? Ooh see okay this is a rough oneeeee

Aros definitely isn't self-destructive in the physical sense, since his appearance is very important to him as a prominent figure in the acting and modelling words, however mentally is a completely different story.

I feel like he's the kind of self destructive where like he knows he needs to be in top shape, he needs to eat well, to sleep well, be in the best mental state etc, in order to perform well, to please his parents. but subconsciously, he doesn't really take as good care of himself as he could, as he should, because he believes that he deserves it, that he deserves to have to work harder to do the things he needs to do, deserves to be hindered.

But the thing is, if he performs worse, Crimson is the one that usually gets the brunt of his parents negative moods as a result of their dissapointment in Aros. and so, he blames himself for making Crimson's situation worse, when he's already so unhappy, but he just cant help it, he can't help slipping like he does. He beats himself up for not being good enough to power through what he puts himself through, and the cycle continues :(

He knows that Crimson will always long for something more than him, and more than anything Aros wants that for him. Crimson saved him, made his childhood and teen years infinitely more tolerable, and longs to repay that in any way he can, and he feels so helpless that he just cant. He doesn't understand yet that that he had already saved Crimson, more than he could ever imagine, just as Crimson had saved him, and that Crimson doesn't expect anything more from him at all, is happier where he is now, even if he's not truly happy (yet).

(wow i went way off topic there oops AHHAHA well theres ur dose of more info abt arocri's dynamic <3)

24. What is an alternative life path your OC might have gone down? How different would their life be if they'd made those decisions?

Thinking about the wording of the second question there is making me think of a universe where Anchor was even just a little bit more assertive of his freedom, where he'd try harder to get his parents to see that what they were doing wasn't right for him. He would have healed much sooner, instead of being left to wallow in his grief and trauma, reinforce all these negative thoughts about himself, about everything. He'd be able to find his real hobbies, what he really likes, instead of being affected so terribly by that day, and being so fixated on protecting.

He'd work through his anxieties in enclosed spaces, be able to sit in a room without feeling suffocated, he wouldn't feel so tired, yet so, so afraid of falling asleep, of reliving the memories of that night over and over again.

I think though that his overall personality would stay decently similar, other than definitely being more sunny and sweet n stuff :3

(anyway im done rambling abt the silly dude i love him so much and i would do anything for him to be happy (i say as i purposefully develop his and mace's current relationship for the worse (atm)).....

sorry not sorry darling ull get ur happy ending eventually i swear 😭😭)

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Mace blinked a bit, frozen, startled at Casimir's excitement. He just mentioned that it'd be fun for Casimir to be there because, well, it would, and it was just what he wanted, he didn't really expect Casimir to be this happy about it.

He couldn't help but giggle as he watched Casimir's wings flutter and the lights flicker, watching Casimir's happiness present itself so physically with a gleam of interest in his eyes, trying to wrap his head around how someone could even be so... bright.

"Of course?? 'nd like- not just the next one too, y'know. Obviously. Kyehehe."

As much as the flickering lights interested him, like they were an extension of Casimir's person, it was starting to hurt his eyes. He squinted, bringing a hand to shield his eyes a little, not wanting to mention it and ruin the mood or anything.

He peered at Casimir's wings, or as much as he could see of them, and marveled at them. They were so fascinating. He almost reached out to touch them on instinct, but held back, realising it probably wasn't smart to do so while they were moving so fast.

(...open!!!! Idk if anyone has any kind of interest in this arc as it slowly plays out but.)

A tall, elegant seeming young man wandered through the halls of Diasomnia, clearly on a mission. He seemed to take in his surroundings with a sense of wonder and fascination glimmering in his eyes, but said nothing as he observed.

Eventually, he seemed to take a turn down the first year wing, an odd sight for someone who was clearly a young adult.

He stopped by a room at the end of the hall, checking the number on the door before knocking.

"Casimir. Would you be so kind as to open the door?" The man asked in a monotonous voice, his expression devoid of any sort of emotion.

[nrc-asteryn-crew]

"Oh you've so gotta come hang with us the next time we get together! It'll be so fun with you 'round, seriously." Mace nodded eagerly, perking right back up with a grin, in anticipation.

He was a little surprised that Casimir wanted to hear about his friends, but briefly remembered he'd asked a little about them before, the first time they'd talked. The way Casimir looked so genuinely interested and curious, made him laugh fondly. He liked talking about them anyway, how could he not?

"Hmm, where to start... Oh! Anchor! Duh, where else would I? He's in Savanaclaw, real short, like- shorter than you, 'n a puppy beastman. He's seriously adorable, you've just got to meet him, kyehehe. We grew up together in the Savannah, ev'n though I haven't lived there for like- a while. I was so surprised to see 'im 'ere again this year." He paused then, hesitating for a moment. Mentioning anything that had any correlation to what happened left a pit in his stomach, a faint hollow feeling he couldn't quite put a name to. It caused him to falter, but he continued on, still happy to talk about his friends.

"Ahem- er- Crimson 'n Aros know a bit about theatre, bein' pretty popular film actors 'n allat, I bet you'd get along wit' 'em too. They're pretty chill 'bout givin' over advice, if you're interested in that kinda thing. Cri 'll prolly tease ya 'bout it, but they're both real nice for the most part.

Xiphos's in Diasomnia, a second year. I was actually talkin' to 'im in the common area before I saw your brother earlier. I don't think 'e actually spends a lotta time 'ere though. Much prefers bein' with Nyami- that's Miko, third year in Heartslabyul- in 'is room, which- makes sense. They've got this real... odd relationship with each other, is one word for it. Yeah- we don't think too hard 'bout it, it's just more questions than answers at this point. They don't hang with us that often but- they're still cool. Nyami really likes followin' the Queen of Hearts' rules, he's the reason I know like- a ton of them involuntarily.

Then there's Yuuto 'n Kiyuu. Actually- now that I'm thinkin' 'bout 'em, Kiki's been pretty into theatre stuff lately I think- They've mentioned wantin' to see how the Drama Club operates before, like the uh- backstage stuff, ya'know? 'nd Yuyu's just Yuyu. He'd kill me if 'e heard I was still callin' 'im that. And I'm only like- 20 percent exaggeratin'. He's into music as much as he's into art, though definitely not the type to be into any classical stuff.

'nd uh- yeah. That's our lil group. So." He finally finished, 'eloquently'. He took a breath of air in the silence, not realising until now that he'd been rambling pretty quickly, all excited and everything. There was just so much he could say about them all, especially the other first years. Aah, how embarrasing.

(...open!!!! Idk if anyone has any kind of interest in this arc as it slowly plays out but.)

A tall, elegant seeming young man wandered through the halls of Diasomnia, clearly on a mission. He seemed to take in his surroundings with a sense of wonder and fascination glimmering in his eyes, but said nothing as he observed.

Eventually, he seemed to take a turn down the first year wing, an odd sight for someone who was clearly a young adult.

He stopped by a room at the end of the hall, checking the number on the door before knocking.

"Casimir. Would you be so kind as to open the door?" The man asked in a monotonous voice, his expression devoid of any sort of emotion.

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"Hah. Yeah, ya could say that." Mace shrugged. It wasn't quite what he'd meant, but he wasn't going to go correcting anything. It's not like he could just say that the proper reason he could extort shit out of Idia was because he was pretty good at making Idia feel bad for him because of all the shit he went through because of his stupid organisation. Not that he wanted to say anything like that either, though. Obviously.

"You're so welcome. And I know right?! I've even got my whole room to myself, so it's super cool when friends come over." He said, proud to boast a little about his living arrangements in his dorm. Even if having no one else occupy the large room did get a bit lonely sometimes, he was mostly just glad he could do his shit and stay up late without bothering anyone else. It was pretty great, if he said so himself.

"Ugh, now I've just made myself ev'n more excited, and'ya can't even come over yeeett..." He then groaned, though not seriously, more so just overexaggerating than anything. He'd just sneak Casimir into Ignihyde at this point, but as much fun as that would be, it was definitely for another time, if any.

(...open!!!! Idk if anyone has any kind of interest in this arc as it slowly plays out but.)

A tall, elegant seeming young man wandered through the halls of Diasomnia, clearly on a mission. He seemed to take in his surroundings with a sense of wonder and fascination glimmering in his eyes, but said nothing as he observed.

Eventually, he seemed to take a turn down the first year wing, an odd sight for someone who was clearly a young adult.

He stopped by a room at the end of the hall, checking the number on the door before knocking.

"Casimir. Would you be so kind as to open the door?" The man asked in a monotonous voice, his expression devoid of any sort of emotion.

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oh my god im cackling thinking about crimson and yuuto (mostly yuuto tbh LMAO) in those stupid board games club outfits BHAHAHAHAHA

yuuto just trying it on for the first time standing there with the most done fucking expression exactly like "🧍‍♂️"

"...this is the stupidest thing ive ever worn what the FUCK is this." IM DEAD IT WOULD LOOK SO FUCKING DUMB ON HIM TOO 😭😭

and when crimson sees azul wearing it for the first time he has to try SO HARD not to just burst into laughter like he's physically holding back snickers because he looks SO FUCKING STUPID (in a /aff way) IN IT like SJDGJSDGS

theyr so fucking silly omgs

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Edgy/misc OC ask meme ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Send me a number and an OC, and I'll answer.

What memory would your OC rather just forget?

What's something about your OC that people wouldn't expect just from looking at them?

What is your OC's fatal flaw? Are they aware of this flaw?

When scared, does your OC fight, flee, freeze or fawn?

How far is your OC willing to go to get what they want?

How easily could your OC be convinced to do something that goes against their moral compass?

What's one way your OC has changed since you first came up with them?

Would your OC ostensibly be able to get away with murder?

Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?

What's an AU that would be interesting to explore with your OC?

What is your OC's weapon of choice? Have they ever actually used it?

Is your OC self-destructive? In what ways?

If you met your OC, would the two of you get along?

How does your OC want to be seen by other characters?

Does your OC have a faceclaim? If so, who?

What is your OC's pain tolerance like?

What is the worst thing you have put your OC through story-wise?

Is your OC more cold and detached or up close and personal?

How does your OC behave when enraged?

Does your OC have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does this manifest?

Does your OC have any illnesses or disorders? How do they handle it?

What character alignment would you consider your OC to be?

What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express?

What is an alternative life path your OC might have gone down? How different would their life be if they'd made those decisions?

What is your favorite thing about your OC?

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Mace snickered, attempting to stifle his laughter, but was wholely unsuccessful as he ended up dissolving into cackles, bringing an arm up to hover the back of his hand over his mouth.

"Oh- oh my sevens- sorry, sorry- I swear I'm not laughing at'cha- I just- oh man just hearing that asshole get referred to as 'Lord Shroud'-" He stuttered out in between huffs of laughter, before sighing lightly, not without a few more giggles to himself.

"Anyways. He gets like- suuuper pissy when his games are at risk, which'll prolly make 'im extra stubborn 'bout it- yeah- but it's me we're talkin' 'bout too. He'll hafta agree eventually, it's the least 'e can do for me anyway." He said, slight traces of contemptment and bitterness swirling in his tone.

Mace stretched, his arms out behind him and a small squeak escaping him as his back cracked. He then grinned, and held out a thumbs up in the air.

"Sooo don't worry 'bout it! You'll know as soon as it 'appens."

(...open!!!! Idk if anyone has any kind of interest in this arc as it slowly plays out but.)

A tall, elegant seeming young man wandered through the halls of Diasomnia, clearly on a mission. He seemed to take in his surroundings with a sense of wonder and fascination glimmering in his eyes, but said nothing as he observed.

Eventually, he seemed to take a turn down the first year wing, an odd sight for someone who was clearly a young adult.

He stopped by a room at the end of the hall, checking the number on the door before knocking.

"Casimir. Would you be so kind as to open the door?" The man asked in a monotonous voice, his expression devoid of any sort of emotion.

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"...Huh. I've never really- thought about it like that..." He murmured, tilting his head a little to the side, looking up at the ceiling decorations with a little more thought. A way your existance can go on seperate from your identity or reputation... An idea that so simple, and yet so foreign to him. Did he... want that?

He watched the little bat he was staring at sway ever so slightly, and felt a deeper connection to the phrase. Of course, leave it to Casimir to just say something like that so easily. Something that cemented itself into his mind, that he'd subconsciously keep thinking about for days now, no doubt.

He looked away from the bat, away from the ceiling, and turned to face the other way, towards Casimir, who he now realised had already been looking at him. He found that it was easy to smile back, feeling a little less lost, taking in his expression.

"That'd be so fun actually, but havin' to wait 'till next year's a real drag." He said, frowning a little in disapointment. He thought about it for a bit, trying to think of any way around it, when he realised.

"Hey, y'know what? I bet I could prolly get'cha ban lifted like- way sooner if I begged Idia hard enough. Or like- at least just enough so ya could come over sooner." He suggested, already scheming. He knew Idia hated it when he hassled him for stuff, so really, he was bound to give in if he was just super annoying about it.

(...open!!!! Idk if anyone has any kind of interest in this arc as it slowly plays out but.)

A tall, elegant seeming young man wandered through the halls of Diasomnia, clearly on a mission. He seemed to take in his surroundings with a sense of wonder and fascination glimmering in his eyes, but said nothing as he observed.

Eventually, he seemed to take a turn down the first year wing, an odd sight for someone who was clearly a young adult.

He stopped by a room at the end of the hall, checking the number on the door before knocking.

"Casimir. Would you be so kind as to open the door?" The man asked in a monotonous voice, his expression devoid of any sort of emotion.

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"I mean, well- silence usually ain't really somethin' I like all that much, 'lotta the time I keep music on the speakers 'n stuff, but- I guess it's nicer 'ere."

The 'with you' went unsaid as Mace fell silent again, following Casimir's gaze and looking up with a soft smile and softer eyes, soaking in the warm atmosphere.

"It's so... personalised in 'ere- even on the ceilin'... the lil bats 're real cute. Suit'cha perfectly. Hmm... maybe I should put some thought into decoratin' my dorm room too. Won't it be a pain when we move dorms for second year, though?" He said after a bit, his voice quieter, not wanting to disturb the tranquil atmosphere.

(...open!!!! Idk if anyone has any kind of interest in this arc as it slowly plays out but.)

A tall, elegant seeming young man wandered through the halls of Diasomnia, clearly on a mission. He seemed to take in his surroundings with a sense of wonder and fascination glimmering in his eyes, but said nothing as he observed.

Eventually, he seemed to take a turn down the first year wing, an odd sight for someone who was clearly a young adult.

He stopped by a room at the end of the hall, checking the number on the door before knocking.

"Casimir. Would you be so kind as to open the door?" The man asked in a monotonous voice, his expression devoid of any sort of emotion.

[nrc-asteryn-crew]

He hesitated for just a second before responding, before he could take it back.

"I don't mind though, like- it wasn't a hassle or anythin', but still, 'course I wanna stay."

He leant backwards, landing on his back, putting his hands up behind his head leisurely, propping it up so he could still look over to where Casimir was.

(...open!!!! Idk if anyone has any kind of interest in this arc as it slowly plays out but.)

A tall, elegant seeming young man wandered through the halls of Diasomnia, clearly on a mission. He seemed to take in his surroundings with a sense of wonder and fascination glimmering in his eyes, but said nothing as he observed.

Eventually, he seemed to take a turn down the first year wing, an odd sight for someone who was clearly a young adult.

He stopped by a room at the end of the hall, checking the number on the door before knocking.

"Casimir. Would you be so kind as to open the door?" The man asked in a monotonous voice, his expression devoid of any sort of emotion.

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"Kyehehe. I'm countin' on it then, Casi'. Better hold to it." Mace affirmed, looking up to see Casimir, too lethargic to consider the action of getting up.

Casimir's excitement seemed to be contagious, as he felt particularly excited for him as well, giving a light chuckle watching Casimir finish his dramatic, performance speech, that was ever so in character for him.

His fond laughter gave way to a small smile, processing that subtle reassurance that Casimir thought of him being a part of his future, said so instinctively without a second thought, like he'd never even considered any other possibility.

Following his line of sight, he glanced at the letter Casimir held, abruptly remembering that they were supposed to return it to Casimir's brother... though if Casimir wasn't worried about it, he figured circumstances must have changed. The guy probably got sick of waiting for them, or something. He felt a little victorious at the thought.

(...open!!!! Idk if anyone has any kind of interest in this arc as it slowly plays out but.)

A tall, elegant seeming young man wandered through the halls of Diasomnia, clearly on a mission. He seemed to take in his surroundings with a sense of wonder and fascination glimmering in his eyes, but said nothing as he observed.

Eventually, he seemed to take a turn down the first year wing, an odd sight for someone who was clearly a young adult.

He stopped by a room at the end of the hall, checking the number on the door before knocking.

"Casimir. Would you be so kind as to open the door?" The man asked in a monotonous voice, his expression devoid of any sort of emotion.

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"It's still got the same sorta vibes 'bout it, figured there was a good chance." He responded grinning, happy his deduction was correct, even though it wasn't really that outlandish to begin with.

The tune wasn't something he'd had chosen to listen to by his own will, but he couldn't deny it had a really serene, calming quality to it, like a lulluby, or something. Like it had some sort of deeper meaning he wasn't aware of. ...Maybe the fact that Casimir had been the one to compose it, made him just a little more fond.

"It'd be so cool to hear it again once it sounds how ya want it. And more of your other stuff too, duh." He suggested, a hopeful note to his tone, accompanied a small shine in his eyes. He'd lept at the excuse to spend more time with Casimir, his excitement quickly outweighing the unease that followed.

Though he didn't want to admit it, all of these calm, peaceful moments with Casimir made him crave them all the more. He shouldn't be indulging this much, he knew, and yet there was just something about him, seeing all his sides, all the things he loved, just being able to experience something so... normal, made it so hard to resist.

(...open!!!! Idk if anyone has any kind of interest in this arc as it slowly plays out but.)

A tall, elegant seeming young man wandered through the halls of Diasomnia, clearly on a mission. He seemed to take in his surroundings with a sense of wonder and fascination glimmering in his eyes, but said nothing as he observed.

Eventually, he seemed to take a turn down the first year wing, an odd sight for someone who was clearly a young adult.

He stopped by a room at the end of the hall, checking the number on the door before knocking.

"Casimir. Would you be so kind as to open the door?" The man asked in a monotonous voice, his expression devoid of any sort of emotion.

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"Hah, ain't that the truth." Mace agreed easily.

Noticing traces of a lightheaded feeling begin to invade the corners of his mind, he huffed, bringing an arm out in front of him and watching the small blob dissapate in a flash of light with the wave of his hand.

Mace was struck with a sense of familiarity, hearing the soft humming of a melody fill the empty air. He listened as Casimir continued, a soft, genuine flicker of a smile on his face.

What an unfitting atmosphere for someone like him.

"Oh hey, 's that the one I heard a lil' bit of back when I came over that first time-?" He asked, tilting his head upwards a bit in Casimir's direction, stealing a glance at his face. "Sounds nice." He added, before looking back down, returning to a more comfortable position.

(...open!!!! Idk if anyone has any kind of interest in this arc as it slowly plays out but.)

A tall, elegant seeming young man wandered through the halls of Diasomnia, clearly on a mission. He seemed to take in his surroundings with a sense of wonder and fascination glimmering in his eyes, but said nothing as he observed.

Eventually, he seemed to take a turn down the first year wing, an odd sight for someone who was clearly a young adult.

He stopped by a room at the end of the hall, checking the number on the door before knocking.

"Casimir. Would you be so kind as to open the door?" The man asked in a monotonous voice, his expression devoid of any sort of emotion.