#scriptvoiid

[gathersroses]

@scriptvoiid sent: in that gown, you'll be the belle of the ball.

she doesn't really belong here. among puffy skirts and crinolines and tall hats. though ellen marie has made a name for herself in the modeling industry, she still doesn't belong among stars like this. or at parties were caviar was served. caviar! that's about the fanciest food she can think of. receiving the compliment causes a blush to cross her cheeks. before arriving, ellen marie thought that her ensemble was a little too much. now she feels that it is nothing but rags as compared to all the extraordinary costumes around her. but she does notice catching a few stares as she walks past small groups of people.

❝ thanks! ❞ gloved hands wring with each other. ❝ i'm startin' to wonder if it is too much. everyone just so . . . wow! ❞ she glances over at her companion. ❝ you too! gosh, i can't believe the pretty things that people have come up with! my, uh, wardrobe person? -- i can't remember what they're called -- just put me in this and told me that i would fit in good. but i think you're really blowin' people away! ❞

[rosetintedgunman]

"So what yer all sayin' so far is that yer' lazy, bad at keepin' time, an' somehow a Captain isn't involved with th' launch? But what 'bout all th' movies where th' Captain is all like 'all systems go'? Even I could come up with better reasons."

[marisetcaelum]

MUSE SURVEY , BATTLE EDITION ;

BOLD what consistently applies, italicize situational / not always. repost, please do not reblog!

fight honorably  / fight dirty / prefer close - quarters / prefer range /  chat during /  go silent  /  low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance / attack in bursts / attack steadily  /  go for the kill  / aim to disarm / fight defensively / strike first / provoked easily / provoke their opponent / tease /  get visibly frustrated /  shout while attacking  / use strategy  /  focus on their battle /  experience conflicting thoughts during battle  / rush in recklessly  / try to read their opponent before fighting  / fight wildly  /  fight calmly and/or apathetically / fight with anger  /  fight with excitement / fight because they have to  /  fight because they want to  / fight without regard to wounds /  run away when wounded  / hide wounds  / take a blow to protect another / prefer a blade  /  prefer a gun  / prefer to use their ability / prefer a bow / prefer a shield  /  prefer a pole arm  /  prefer a personalized weapon  /  prefer magic or spells  /  prefer brawling  / their greatest weakness is physical /  their greatest weakness is mental  / their greatest weakness is emotional  /  transform for battle  /  fight as they appear  / rely on strength / rely on speed  / use everything they have / hide their full potential /  exhaust quickly  / high stamina  /  doubt their strength  / proceed with caution  / behave arrogantly  / brag after landing a hit /  belittle their abilities  /  use psychological tactics  / use brute strength  /  avoid civilians   /  strike down civilians  /  damage surroundings  / avoid damaging surroundings  /  signature fighting style / making it up as they go / mastered skillset /  learning their skillset  / fancy footwork /  sloppy footwork  /  messy fighter  /  elegant fighter /  accept defeat  / refuse defeat /  beg for mercy  /  compliment their opponent  / insult their opponent / use unnecessary movements  ( flips,  twirls )  / move efficiently /  barely move  / prefer to dodge / prefer to block  / defend their blindside  / has no blindside  / use all available advantages  ( ex :  use a gun but also throw punches,  kick out while blades clash,  etc. ) /  strictly use one main method  /  play around  / hold back / fight ruthlessly  / show mercy  /  wait for opponent to be ready  / strike when opponent isn’t ready / fear death  /  fear pain  /  fear killing  / has ptsd /  avoid fighting  / has lost a fight /  has won a fight / has killed / refuses to kill  / want to die standing  /  would succumb slowly

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Tagging: @lantern-lost @phantomcurtaincall @oughtabeinpxctures @scriptvoiid @gunactii @paddyfuck @hivemuse

[blueheartedmayor]

It hadn’t been long since Elegy had reappeared. After so long of their having gone silent, of no messages nor appearances in public nor private, they’d suddenly arrived at the DA’s office, looking haggard and fallen to neglect and so very broken. Damien had been called to join them, and the remainder of their friends ( if Elegy dared call them that ) had followed soon after. A whirlwind of events, of questions, of trying to figure out what happened and what to do, of tears and of choked out answers . . . and now, things had finally begun to settle into place.

Elegy couldn’t appear outside. Not during the day, not without some form of disguise — lest they be caught, and some chaos of press would befall them. They couldn’t handle that right now. Being unable to go out, and not particularly wanting to nor feeling much up to it, though, did not stop them from trying to see those which they had gone so long without seeing.

A light rap on the doorway was enough to notify Damien of a visitor. Leant against the doorframe, arms loosely crossed, was Elegy. Not nearly returned to the grand personality they’d all once known, but . . . on their way to regaining themself. Regaining the person who had been lost to that thing in the Manor. A glance across whatever it was he was working on, and they knew they likely shouldn’t be interrupting. That hadn’t stopped them before, though, had it ?

“ I’m not interrupting anything too important, am I, Mr. Mayor ? ” If I am, then that’s too bad for your project.

[ - @scriptvoiid ! ( a good ending au elegy for u ) ]

@scriptvoiid (Good ending au!!!)

-

It had been weeks. Months, maybe. Elegy had metaphorically dropped off the face of the earth. Any attempt to reach out was fruitless. Why had they shut themself off from the world like this? What was so terrible that they couldn't even confide with a childhood friend? Had Damien also done something to earn their scorn? He couldn't think of anything, bar being busy. With how the group splintered and fell apart, it was little wonder that Damien had shouldered the guilt for something he didn't even do.

Then, one day, he received an urgent request to get to the DA's office. A personal matter had come up that he needed to know about. And there, in the office, was none other than Elegy, broken and apologetic. Damien had pulled him into a tight hug that he refused to break for at least a minute.

Things were slow. There was a lot of ground to cover, and Elegy had a lot of progress to make, but Damien didn't mind. He was simply grateful to have his friend back and would help however he could. Whatever they needed, he would try and help with. Damien made that promise to himself. He wasn't going to lose his friend a second time.

It was evening in City Hall when the office door knocked. Damien should have been at home - and was very eager to leave - but a letter needed to be drafted so it could be sent in the morning post. It was an urgent matter, but one that was immediately put aside the moment he realised who was hidden in the disguise. They had a long way to go, but Elegy was beginning to come back out of their shell again. It was nice to see.

"I was just about to leave, actually." Work could wait. The letter was slid into his diary. Goodbye, obligation! Hello, cane, overcoat, and hat! "You couldn't have timed this better, really. What do you say about a walk back to the Mayoral residence? It looks to be a lovely evening outside."

[asterius-of-crete]

Another new visitor, hm ? Might as well flip through this chapter of the story.

" I'll admit, of all these twisted stories intertwined, I had not expected anything of Grecian nature to find its way here. Regardless, I assume you have some sort of purpose ? "

[ - @scriptvoiid ! ( hello ! i hope this is alright ! wasn't sure what to start with / what you were hoping for so i just threw somethin together ! ) ]

Asterius watches the strange cautiously, feeling something sinister and dark in the air around them. However, he still wishes to be polite, so he bows his head, always keeping them in his line of vision.

"I am Asterius, prince of Crete," he states as he straightens his back once more. "Do you have a name you wish to share, stranger?"

The next words are also said cautiously, but with a hint of steel behind them. "I do not think it wise to try to assign purposes to people you have just met, dear shadow." He huffs and snorts, shaking his head. "My purpose is to live as I wish."

[oliver-ashcroft-documents]

it’s interview time, and Ollie will be subject to it as well.

( holds out a microphone ) Mr. Oliver, do you have a favourite flower ? do you prefer bow ties, ties, or none of the above ? what’s your favourite ice cream flavour ? do you have any special thoughts you’d like to share ?

@ship-status

Oliver looked up from his desk, brows raising with surprise. He smiled with his teeth, his heterochromic eyes crinkling like half moons. Oliver's pen fell to the side of the legal document he was working on as the man sat up a little straighter than he had been (his back thanks you greatly).

'well, hello! it is not often i get visitors, especially with how busy i have been, but i do not mind an interview.' The D.A. signed with practiced ease. He took a moment to ponder the questions, making an amused face at the microphone in his face. 'that is quite funny, my friend.' He joked with a grin.

'my favorite flower... ok... how about the bleeding hearts? those are the most interesting ones i know of. the favorite in my garden are the gardenias, though.' Oliver stood up and picked up a book in his bookshelf, flipping through the florilegium to show the bleeding heart flower.

'as for ties... bow ties, if i must have something like that on. often, though, i do not wear things like that. it irritates the scar on my throat.' The man tapped his throat gently. 'ice cream... is it boring to say chocolate? that, or strawberry.

'as for thoughts... i just want to say thank you to those of you that have stuck around, even with my and my curator's absences these past few months. we are more active on this little... mailing service, called Discord. my curator knows more about that.' Oliver chuckled silently, smiling bright as the summer sun. 'you can send them letters to get their Discord, but at least for a little while, we'll be around again. hopefully.'

Oliver looked back to his desk with a frown. 'unfortunately, i must cut our time short... though, please do come back! i do love having these chats with friends.'

[thelightfalls]

@scriptvoiid whispered: “ let’s play a game. it’ll be fun. “ ( >:D )

Prompt

That voice has his shoulders tensing, a figure enveloped in red beckoning him to go down another rabbit hole once more. How he despises these games, sick of them, tired of the webs they weave. 

He doesn’t fully face the other just yet, not even offering a glance. Exhaustion and dread carefully being hidden behind this blank mask, hands folding behind his back. Sinking back into the role of the villian.

Instead, his fury shows itself in blue and red, clashing together as it silhouettes his form, threatening to snap apart. 

“I’m not in the mood to play your games,” There’s a bite to his words, ever dismissive. Not that he has much of a choice, what game did the hero want to play this time? What strings shall be pulled in the process upon this stage? Turning on his heel to fully face the Actor now. 

“Why can’t you just leave me be?” 

[khaloymes-a]

“Look, I learned my lesson, okay?“

[ from Elegy ( @scriptvoiid ) ! ]

“Did you?”

Johnnie asks in a huff, brows knit together in frustration. “Did you really? ‘Cause my fine china is no longer in one piece! I know I asked for help, but this is just too much…,” his words trail off as he pinches the bridge of his nose, gripping the stick of the broom just a little bit tighter. It usually took a lot for the journalist to get mad, but it seemed that he was on edge today. Perhaps he was scared of what the consequences would be for the broken plates.

Wordlessly, he begins to sweep up the porcelain, lips pressed into a pout. After a few moments, however, he speaks again, guilty for his anger. “I am very sorry,” he apologizes with a sigh, “that outburst was so unlike me. I’m really sorry. Um, do you mind grabbing me the dustpan?”

@scriptvoiid

[rosetintedgunman]

Suns Out, Guns Out! Welcome ta Gunday!

Goooood mornin' ladies, gentlemen, an' all other configurations of bein'! My name is Wilford Warfstache, comin' ta you LIVE from a rainy Jim Studios! Today's th' big day folks - it's time fer th' launch of Gunday!

An' what is Gunday, ya may ask?

It's a big ol' water fight with a bunch of willin' volunteers. They've all been given water pistols, they've all been given water balloons, an' they are out ta 'cause trouble ta one another in order ta get on th' big screen! Let's hope they can do stuff ta WOW us all! An' now, our lovely contestants, in th' order I see 'em on this here list!

@mysweetlouise, @starywisteria (yer lookin' fer Kitty!), @fearlesscxptain, @scriptvoiid, @scriptedstories (Maverick, Illinois, an' Andromeda!), @citrusskater, @pinkxgore, @xshatteredreflectionsx, @stageplayhero, @drabble-ramble, @the-crypt-of-randomness

Helpful fer you folks at home ta know where ta keep an eye on!

Now, onto th' ground rules:

Only those listed above are takin' part. If there's someone not there that y'd like ta hit with water, ask 'em OOC first. Jim Studios is not ta be held responsible fer ya pissin' anyone off.

Be proactive! Don't just sit waitin' fer asks, send 'em out too! Today IS th' day fer bein' a nuisance an' a bother ta others. Embrace it!!

Timeline hoppin' IS allowed. Got two characters that normally wouldn't meet 'cause they're in AUs? Now's yer chance! Y've got my permission.

Time travel is allowed too, but we're only stickin' with modern day an' Space time. Best not ta get too tangled up in stuff.

Speakin' of time travel, it yer not able ta do stuff on Sunday, it's okay if it's later in th' week. Don't put yerself under pressure.

No angst! This is good, silly fun. I don't want anyone tryin' ta pull up bad memories!

I cannot be a target. Sorry. If ya try ta hit me, yer gonna miss. Buuuut should ya wanna pop in fer advice or questions, go right ahead.

Oh, speakin' of me, b.lueheartedmayor an' t.heauthorlives aren't takin' part in this either. Unfortunately, th' mun's a tad too busy ta keep up with everythin'. She an' I got PLANS fer all this.

[rosetintedgunman]

-

Though it would go mostly unseen, an eyebrow did raise under the hair and glasses frame. They already had something planned? That either meant something good, or he was being forced to help prune a tree. Fortunately for Elegy, William had nothing to lose today. He shook himself in an attempt to rid himself of the final bouts of stiffness in his upper back... Only to hear the phrase his own father would use being thrown back at him.

"Har har. Let me guess: Life is for the Living and you've got better things to do than wait around?" As the master of the patchwork project that was the cottage, William could masterfully step around the hole, even with it covered up. "Be glad I'm not going to decide now is an excellent time for a bathroom break. Let's be off, then."

-

A smile crept back onto Elegy’s expression, a glint in their eye. “ Why, I’m glad you asked. ” They folded their arms behind their back and leant forward, rolling their weight on their heels. “ I just so happen to have something already planned. ”

Elegy turned on his heel. Navigating the work-in-progress of a cottage was somewhat of a challenge, but he managed. It was good to see William having a project other than what he was employed for, at the very least … even if it left tripping hazards everywhere. “ I’m glad I won’t have to drag you away by force, now. Makes things much easier for me. ” A step away. He turned back to look at William. “ Come on, then ! I’m not waiting all day for you. Best to always keep yourself busy, hm ? ”

[mirrorbrxken]

[ @scriptvoiid : continued from here !! ]

There were still many parts to readjusting that Elegy had yet to work their way through. They’d been gone, literally and metaphorically, for so long that everything felt so strange. They’d been so lost.

Now, though . . . for the first time in a long time, not everything felt so horrible. They’d begun to try living again.

In crossing paths with this person, they knew it wasn’t someone they had met much before. Not in person, at least. Yet, there was the lingering sensation that they knew them . . . and not in the same manner as knowing them for their office.

A weak smile and a wave of their hand dismissed any apology. They didn’t need to trouble the District Attorney ! It was an accidental run - in, nothing more. Unless the story had written it to become more.

Yi had been hurrying along, as they tended to, wanting to see if they could grab some lunch with some friends. Being the one to drag their friends around, they were going to lunch either way, but it was nicer to ask before carrying someone away from their work. They almost bumped into the stranger near them, as they sometimes did, and they nodded at them before pausing.

“Hey, wait!” They called out trying to get the person to stop. A…feeling had ran up their body. That sensation, a lingering sense of unfamiliar familiarity that surrounded their life, was back. It almost ran their life with how frequently it popped up. “Do I know you?”

[blueheartedmayor]

Elegy couldn’t deny that they’d tried to avoid all of the familiar faces. Seeing them was sickening. They couldn’t imagine what it would be like to actually interact with any of them.

They didn’t want to risk ruining everything again.

Only, it’s hard to avoid talking to someone when you’re suddenly being guided towards them at a rather fancy event. An event you know said person doesn’t want to be at, and neither do you.

A quick nod of greeting snapped them out of their shocked panic. At least, somewhat. They could pretend everything was fine ! They were an actor, after all !

It would be a lot easier if they could find the words to talk. If they could hear their own voice over the way their heart pounded. So long of trying to fix it all, and they feared breaking everything due to turning one way rather than the other.

They don’t hear the formalities. They don’t have to. They know who this is.

[ - @scriptvoiid ! ( suddenly realized i could throw modern au over at Damien, so i did >:D left the event vague so it could work as whatever. a fancy party ? a theatre afterparty ? just happening to meet at an event ? who knows ) ]

@scriptvoiid - theatre afterparty hype!

-

A pawn such as Damien can easily be reset. The entity that he was one part of was unwoven and returned to the original form of different people. It was little surprise to see that, once again, Damien had become the good mayor of a city. Not the one they had known, but a different one. In fact, it almost seemed cruel how the pieces came together like this.

There had been a showing of a play, and it had been the source of great excitement. So much so that the afterparty was buzzing with activity. The cast and the crew mingled with family, friends and invited guests. It was such an innocent setting, one would never expect that someone would decide that the Mayor should meet one of the other partygoers.

"Ah, good evening!" There was an air of formality, but a relaxed posture as Damien smiled at the former friend stranger. "It was a wonderful show, wouldn't you say? Were you involved with it, or were you in attendance?"

[frxgments-of-frxgments]

❛ what do you think ? ❜

[ - Elegy / Actor ( @scriptvoiid ) ! ]

Okay. So the alternate self thing was new. The Captain liked to think they had adapted pretty well to the whole wormhole situation. Or as well as anyone could be expected to. They stepped into whatever new world or time or otherwise they ended up in with an open mind. The solution to all this could be hiding in the strangest places, after all. But meeting another world's Captain had been... Weird. Maybe the wormhole got confused. Maybe they just so happened to be spit into the same world at the same time. Or maybe some greater cosmic being was having a great laugh right about now. Whatever the case, the Captain supposed two heads were better than one. And so long as they agreed on needing to take care of their respective crews... They could work together. Even if their face makes something deep in their gut twist and writhe, their head hurt, and their breath catch in their throat. Just wormhole fuckery, they're sure. Nothing to think deeply about. Of course, the fucking door had to waste their time. A garbled imitation of Mark's voice offers saccharine promises of parties and dancing and spectacular moustaches to the pair as they stand before it. It's the fifth time the Captain has encountered this particular obstacle, and they're unsure if it's getting more desperate or resigned. Either way, it's act is as terrible as ever. The Captain turns to the other Captain, who had introduced themselves as Elegy, surprised that they've even needed to ask for their approval. Perhaps they hadn't met this door before in their route. Or perhaps they were willing to try any new choice. Or maybe they were just stupid. The Captain shakes their head slowly. There are no words needed. You can feel the exasperation in the gesture without any need for facial cues. God. They hate this fucking door.

[oliver-ashcroft-documents]

It was a familiar smile which accompanied the silken voice. One which had echoed across so many stages and been heard by so many audiences, was moved to a far more personal level. Lips twisted into an expression that may have appeared far too charmed to be genuine — but how was one to tell ?

“ I was wondering when I would see you again. ”

[ an Elegy ( @scriptvoiid ) for whichever boy you’d prefer >:D ]

@scriptvoiid

Oliver initially couldn't believe his luck. He was finally back in his universe, after... who knows how long, but that didn't matter now! He was back! The mute attorney rushed past the old gardens, focused on the large silhouette of the Manor. He didn't realize things were not as they should be, like the flowers that seemingly turned their faces towards his retreating form. They watched with a cruel sapience as the mute man disappeared inside the web of lies.

The door opened with a fast squeak, an angry noise of protest as Oliver ran inside. It closed behind him as Oliver moved further into the kitchen, slower now. It was dark inside, smelled of dust, and it finally hit the attorney that something was wrong. Without a voice to call for Mark, the man stepped towards the doorway to the main room. There were empty shell casings on the floor, making the stone of worry heavier in Oliver's stomach. Had Mark been attacked? Going to the entryway didn't relieve the tension either. There was a shattered mirror, a large blood stain absorbed into the floor, and, after some investigation, the Colonel's faded coat. No...

The voice jolted the mute man, the old coat falling to the floor again as Oliver turned. His eyes were wide, until they focused on the figure in front of him. Something about them was familiar, certainly the smile and sense of dress, but they weren't the Mark Oliver knew. Breathing in, the attorney stood up straighter, and breathing out, he started to sign with barely a tremor in his hands.

'forgive my poor memory, but i'm afraid i do not remember you. i've been to a few different... places with a lot of different names,' Oliver started with a swallow, 'who are you? what is your name?'

Little did the attorney know.

[hauntedhousc]

❝ if you’d like to discuss it in private, we can step outside? ❞

[ Elegy ( @scriptvoiid ) , to Abe or Will ( or your choice ) ! ]

"That'd be for the best," Abe said, gesturing to the door. "As my partner says, away from the prying eyes of anyone else. I have many, many questions, and you must have some too." He opened the door. "After you."

[xshatteredreflectionsx]

It was always a choice. Always a choice — but always between only two options. Options that he provided, that he wrote into the script. The true writer of the script was debatable, but that was a matter unaddressed, for it was unimportant to the story being told.

He weighed the importance, and then presented another option. Hands gestured to each side, offering the invisible prompts, guiding the illusion of choice and free will … but then he sighed, and his hands fell to his sides. A pristinely kept suit, black shirt and red tie underneath. As much as they went through, he still managed to look nice.

“ Well, whatever it is, we can’t just keep standing here, ” Elegy said, half - complaining amongst the recitation of their lines. “ I can count on you to make the right decision, of course. ” A flashed, bright smile. Charming — the smile of an actor. The smile of a snake. “ Can’t I ? ”

[ an adventure with @scriptvoiid ! ]

When the wormhole dropped them into the void, fear seized Morgan's chest in a frigid vice. Another failure. Another dead end. Another instance where Ms Whittaker would scold them for their foolish choices, fluctuating between gentle reprimands to cutting frustration. She was almost familiar. She spoke like they had met once before, unquantifiable years ago. But she never seemed to be talking to Morgan; it made the hairs on the back of their neck stand up and Yvonne shift just below the surface of their consciousness.

With only the dimly pulsing glow of the Crystal to light the way, Morgan forced themself to walk forward despite the ever-growing desire to just stop. They had failed too many times and lived too long. Maybe this was Old Mark's plan all along- to make them suffer as he did. An eternity going in endless circles until they finally gave up and let themselves collapse into stardust. The cerulean light splashed against the silhouette of a person in a pristinely kept suit. Despite everything, Morgan fought the urge to groan. Their first thought was that this was Dark, come to finger-wag at them for "mindlessly following the story", giving some vague clues and then fucking off to wherever he went whenever he wasn't being infuriatingly cryptic. But- no. This wasn't Dark. This person greeting them with a wide smile, like they were welcoming an old friend they hadn't seen in years. Almost too wide.

They offered Morgan two choices: left or right. As if there was a choice in this endless sea of suffocating blackness. A fact Morgan was about to point out to Not-Dark before the world... shuddered. Colors bled through the dark like light poking through a canvas. Morgan's vision blurred as the void seemed to melt around them like ink. They could almost feel it lapping at their ankles, threatening to drag them under the surface.

Do you recognize the bodies in the water?

Reality slammed back into them with the force of a physical blow. When Morgan opened their eyes again, they were now standing at the end of what seemed to be a hallway, two branching paths before them. Not-Dark spoke again and smiled brilliantly. Asking the Captain as they always did. That's... how it had always been, right? One lead, one followed. Morgan held up a finger and rubbed their forehead. Someone had stuffed their head with cotton. Or maybe it was just exhaustion. "Just... give me a second," they signed. They all but fell against the nearest wall and scrubbed their face with their hands. The Crystal buzzed against their skin like static. "Which one is the least likely to get us shot/ blown up/ launched out of the airlock?" They asked candidly.