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       Apocalypse did you in? We’ve got a place for you!

Amaranth is a new world housing souls with nowhere else to go. Many have met abrupt ends and others, of increasing occurrence, were victims of their world’s apocalypse. With Amaranth still being a dangerous and incomplete world, the new Souls must pair up to stay intact and survive. As an apology to Amaranth’s inhabitants, Eternity has given the Souls incentives to tackle the dangers of Amaranth, a few being the opportunity to shape this world and the ability to visit the past of theirs.

Open MFRP accepting canon and original characters!

Survival-based pairings armed with special Pair Abilities!

Weapons and Powers can be kept!

Points can be used to buy land, gateways home, goods, and memory!

Points can buy gates to character’s home world and you may visit other’s!

Rule over your own Land!

Deaths are allowed and revival will cost your character memories!

       Premise – Introduction – Rules – Masterlist – Forms

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Closing Blog

Sorry, I’m going to be focusing on a group and other characters so I won’t be coming back to this blog for a while! I’ll be reblogging a promo for the soon to open group for any curious!!

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Semi-Hiatus

Hi! First of all, sorry to everyone that’s waiting for a reply. I haven’t been able to get online in a while. Things are pretty busy so I’ll probably be gone for a week or two. I don’t want to keep you all waiting so when I come back I’ll either ask who wants to keep our threads going or if you’d like to start anew. Again, I’m really sorry but move-in is in four days and school starts soon after so everything is really frantic. 

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A FALL’S worth of clouds rained down upon the town, either drawing people out or secluding them in their homes. The muggish day could have been an omen of sorts; Liore had seen a flight of birds move southwards, and her divination instructor (an old wart, really, who could barely see her own hand in front of her face) might have had a heart attack at the sight. But Liore did not believe so easily in misleading coincidences; she welcomed the early autumn’s embrace, chilled as it were.

   Though not too cold to leave the confines of her father’s cottage, Liore still used such weather as an excuse not to leave. Her father called bullshit (he knew her all too well) and sent her outside—for who knows what ungodly reason. She felt like a child being forced to socialize, make friends, and who knows what else poor little farmer boys do. She would devote her entire time spent outdoors, then, to making sure it was the worst possible experience, because it simply made the most sense to her stubborn mind.

   She was halfway through believing the day to be a dud when she heard a raised voice in the shopping district. At first, Liore elected to ignore such an outburst. But after a small crowd gathered to gossip about the supposed “guards,” Liore had no choice (choice, she convinced herself, not curiosity) to investigate.

   Liore tugged on her coat, slipping through the crowd easily, gracefully. She appeared on the other end of the swarm in time to see a few people—armed mercenaries, it seemed—shy away from the tavern’s walls with crooked smiles and towards the merchant’s stalls in interest. The source, a girl even smaller than Liore, seemed totally and completely oblivious. What an absolute halfwit. 

   Maybe she didn’t need to get involved. Maybe she could just let it all slip by—but no, she knew she couldn’t. How could she just sit by and let this happen? She knew the guilt that would wrack her later, after they’d discovered the girl’s body, would be too much weight for a frail girl like her to handle. At the very least, she could do this.

   Before a large man with a falchion could speak, Liore had lunged forward. She gripped the girl’s wrist without warning, flushing at the contact (unbelievable. Why is she doing this?) and tugged her along—in the opposite direction of the crooks. “Shut up and follow me,” was all she had said, was all that needed to be said. And if the girl was smart, she would listen.

          Mariko could feel the stares, burning into her back. The sensation was similar to an experiment she had done during her childhood, though done wasn’t quite the right word for it; she had watched her younger sister directing sunlight onto dry leaves with a thick glass. Those small dots of light became flame and ate away at it soon enough. And now she was the burning leaf, the fire spreading from her fast-beating heart and onto her cheeks. “I-If,” Her voice was a sharp squeak. “you don’t mind.”

             Her head, initially raised and turning every which way, lowered. She, unlike the rest of her family, was timid and did not like being surrounded one bit. At the word of guard, several people had begun to approach her. The merchant, himself, regarded her curiously and she thought, with no doubt, with judgement as well. No one spoke but murmured to one another, her words moving through the crowd like ripples. 

          “Wot she say?” Guards, the lil’ lady wants guards. “And wot she gonna need guards for?” Then there was a hush, the whispers fading to conspiratorial volumes. If she was worried about the bandits, then she had something to be worried about. Mariko did not like where their exchange was going at all but her feet refused to move and her mind refused to form words other than oh dear, oh dear, oh no, oh no.

             Then a hand was around her wrist and she was being pulled along. Mariko inhaled sharply but moved with no protest. It was quite possible that the other person was a criminal, Mariko didn’t recognize them at all, but she was more relieved at having been taken away from the situation she had created for herself than scared of any problem that may come of it. And so she gave a pointed “O-okay!” and went wherever the other decided to take her.

An Errand Running

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The sound of approaching, exceedingly wet footsteps reached the tailor’s ears, prompted him to slowly open his eyes. He struggled to see through the liquid-blurred glasses, but caught a figure of a girl. Upon registering this he subconsciously shifted, exhaled breathily through his nose. 

Aki nodded curtly in response to words he didn’t a hundred percent hear. They were little more than a soft mumble in the harsh white noise, and he hoped that it wasn’t a question he should have said “no” to.

Lack of conversation was no issue for the tailor. In fact, he preferred to avoid it. More than often, words were unnecessary. 

Curiosity, however, got the better of him – he removed his glasses and folded down the arms; in such close quarters, his nearsightedness would do him far more favors.

Not unlike a bird of prey, Aki fixed his eyes on the stranger. She appeared considerably younger than him, but consequences were none of his concern.

          The cold pressed in on her and Mariko drew her knees closer to her chest. Droplets of water fell in soft plink, plink, plinks onto the floor from her soaked sleeves. Water and air, rain and breath, was their conversation. She sniffed and wondered if she should leave. He had been there first and Mariko was probably intruding, somehow, but she remained in her seat. It was no resolve to stake her claim on the patch of earth she sat on that kept her in the castle, it was her worry that leaving so soon after she had came would be rude to him.

             At that thought, Mariko’s gaze flicked upwards then fled swiftly to the ground again. She stiffened, afraid that his stare meant she had done some wrong, that she had bothered him already. Words. She needed words. Mariko opened her mouth to talk but no sound came out but breath. She inhaled, the air a slow stinging chill. “I-I’m sorry.”

Castle in the Rain // Open

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     The annoyance of the bird’s slight chirping noises & it’s feet tapping from bed post to bed post was giving Sapphire a headache. For fucks sake, how ANNOYING can a bird get? First the sunlight shinning through her window causing her to wake, then the intrusion of a dumb bird followed by a small girl- couldn’t she just get some peace once in awhile?

   It wasn’t her bird– then why did she even bother on taking care of it & watch over it? It’s a wild bird who’s suppose to live freely &&. NOT under someone’s supervision. UGH! The other was being even more annoying with her repetition of words & confusion. 

   Her face calming down, as she let out a soft sigh, as she watched the bird fly away from the window. Goodness was this girl making a mess; worst part of all, this was all caused in the M O R N I N G. The least Sapphire could do was help her fellow student– even if she didn’t want to.

                           ‘You’re so stupid.

                            It’s a bird, it’s suppose to live freely UNLESS it’s yours-                                            but that wouldn’t be too kind for the bird.

                            How about I help you find that bird so you could stop being annoying?’

                   Lips parted and met and parted and met again. At most, the sounds that left her in nervous exhalations sounded a lot like ‘ahhwawawa’ nonsense. Lemon wasn’t the best in confrontations; her thoughts tended to become jumbled and her movements became a fidgety sort. Things were different when she had her team, they would cover for her when she became too nervous. They were her crutch and she had left them below and behind when she had started her chase. How regretful she was of that foolish, foolish decision.

                    The bluebird fluttered and flapped, its twittering sounding oddly like laughter, before it flew once around the room and swooped out the window. Lemon blinked then leaned out, watching the speck duck into another open window. “Aah, I-It’s gone into the library!” Was her astonished exclamation. 

                     Turning around to face the reprimanding stranger, Lemon bowed apologetically. “I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry. But I’m sure my classmate loves the bird...It isn’t mine to let free without good cause.” Surprise mixed with relief at the other’s offer, the insult falling deaf on her ears from her initial joy, shone on her face. “Thank you!”

Bluebird Pursuit

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update.

I’m sorry to everyone I owe a reply to! I came back late yesterday and I’m suffering from a ‘didn’t get enough sleep’ headache. If I feel better enough later, I’ll try and tackle some replies. If not, I’m sorry!

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offline.

Replies are in drafts! I’m thinking of adding a wishlist(if that’s what it’s called) for verse ideas and such! May not be on as much tomorrow since it’s an errand day but we’ll see. Still, if you’d like to plot or contact me just send a message! Goodnight!!

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muddled thoughts

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          Presents. How was it that something as simple as some autographed CD had to be gotten the next town over? Mariko coughed, feeling the burning in her throat from a sickness and weariness not quite rested over yet. She had attempted to wait it out but poor timing and a poor immune system had other plans. And so here she was, barely able to walk and yet travelling to buy her cousin her heavily hinted birthday present.

             Feeling the extra weight of the CD in her bag, Mariko took some comfort in knowing that what lay before her would be home and a nice, warm bed. Huffing as she moved to the side, a hand tracing the bricks of the buildings beside her, Mariko became a swaying slug in the crowd. People passed around her and she worried of how much an annoyance she was being. The girl pushed off the brick and attempted to walk without her crutch, the building wall, but tripped in her haste. “Well.” Was all she managed to say before beginning her unfortunate, although a bit comical due to her shocked face, descent.

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What makes the character uncomfortable 

Being put under pressure and having anything expected of her. When she knows there is something at stake, Mariko panics. She tries her best to get out of any conversation steering towards achievements or talents as well. There’s so much she knows she lacks that such topics about competition and skill are prickly subjects to her.

What makes the character laugh

Bad jokes. Really really bad jokes. She appreciates the effort and the word play. Dad humor? Bring it. The only thing she doesn’t like are knock knock jokes. Now, those are groan-inducing but she loves “What’s the difference between a piano and a fish? Well, you can tune a piano but you can’t tunafish.” If you whip one of these awful jokes out, she’ll start laughing 90% of the time.

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† ⊙﹏☉ (⑅ ‘﹃’ )

How the character feels about murder 

Awful! Mariko understands that dreadful things do happen. She knows that sometimes killing cannot be avoided but she wishes to keep her hands clean if she can. Murder is something she would never truly consider unless pushed almost to the point of losing herself.

What flusters the character 

It’s more like, what doesn’t? Mariko is easily flustered, nervous whenever anything concerning her making a choice or simply interacting with someone else starts to look imminent. There’s just so much she can get wrong that it scares her. Sudden outbursts and pressing questions from others flusters her as well as making small mistakes on her part.

What the character daydreams or thinks about 

Adventure. Though, that’s a bit of a lie. Mariko wants to escape to some place where she belongs. Her place could be cemented by a talent or skill that she has, that she wishes to find. Most of her daydreams are about traveling, of leaving wherever she is(usually with the help of someone else), and ending up some place she can call home. It’s all very embarrassing stuff that she would hate to admit, really, and she views it even as selfish.

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½ = How the character feels about people taller or shorter than them

± = The character and what they think about math

† = How the character feels about murder

@ = How the character appears online

¥ = How the character handles money or spends it

° = The character’s temperature preferences 

æ = The character and languages (Known or Want to Learn)

↔ = The character’s ability to read directions

♥ = Character’s preference for relationships (sexuality, type of person, etc.)

zzz= What time the character enjoys sleep or being awake

☂ = Weather the character enjoys

♪ = What music the character likes

( =①ω①=) = What animals the character likes and if they have a pet/pets

(・∀・ ) = The character’s emotional state most of the time

☆～（ゝ。∂）= How the character greets people

⊙﹏☉ = What flusters the character

(≧∇≦) = What makes the character happy

(/□＼*)・゜ = What makes the character blush

(;╹⌓╹) = What scares the character

（；へ：） = What makes the character cry

(´ q ` ” ) = The character’s “guilty” pleasure

（・□・；） = What makes the character uncomfortable

(*^◇^)_旦 = What the character likes to eat and drink

｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡ = What makes the character laugh

(´；Д；｀) = What worries the character

(⑅ ‘﹃’ ) = What the character daydreams or thinks about

( ⌒o⌒)人(⌒-⌒ ) = Friends the character has or would like to make

Headcanons list! (Add more if you wish)

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♈ ┆Student

        The morning light shinning through the window glass as she tried twisting & turning, preventing herself to wake up. On some days, she wouldn’t even have to bother with the sunlight waking her, since whoever woke up first would shut the curtains but that didn’t happen on some days.

        Groaning, the blue haired stood up and opened the window to get some fresh air into the room however closed the curtains slightly due to the light annoying her. Hearing her birds chirp wasn’t such a big deal to her since she liked the soothing melody running through her ears, however if it lasted for too long Sapphire would end up being irritated by it.

       She was about to close the window until a bird flew it so suddenly giving the fighter a low fright & shock. what the fuck. A silent murmur escaped her lips as she tried to shoo the tiny little beast away from her dorm——— OF COURSE until some other intruder decided to JUMP into the window so very casually. For fucks sake, people were so impolite!

                                            ‘is this YOUR bird that flew inside the dorm?’

                    There it was: cool glares and questioning words. It was her fault, there was no doubt about it, since she had intruded upon someone else’s privacy with exceptional nonchalance. Lemon was usually very careful but the panicked state of the bird’s owner and the fast flying of the bird hadn’t left her much time or room for thought. The focus was on retrieval and not so much on whether or not she was trespassing. Now, the focus was on the latter.

                    “N-No.” Lemon stammered out. The other person was quite scary, although much of this had to do with her knowing she was in the wrong. “Y-You see it’s q-quite dear to a f-friend.” As she began her explanation, the bird began to hop from bed post to bed post. “I-It escaped and...and...I chased it.” Lemon ducked her head in an apology, the words I’m so, so very sorry. coming out again and again.

                       Once this was done, the bird began to fly around again, its speed picking up and making it a blur of blue. Lemon raised her head, not quite thinking to close the window, and instead letting out a soft “Aaah...O-Oh no. Um!” It was making quite a mess of things.

Bluebird Pursuit

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      Sensitive ears pricked slightly at each groan that escaped the beast’s mouth. Thin, bitter air filled his lungs, leaving a salty taste upon his tongue. Lips curling up in disdain, a snarl etching itself onto the man’s features. Fangs protruding from his gums, distinguished by their sharp edges and the lingering red that remained upon their thick surface. His tongue scrapped along the bone, wiping the color from them before retreating back. Settling against the bottom of his mouth in displeasure.

        Chest heaving, yanking air down into his lungs, and reeking of numerous scents. Of the water around the city, the turtle that carried it, the people within it, the items held within it, and the liquid that still clung to him. Each one stronger than the last. Pity briefly weaving into his mind for the animal that allowed these pests to worm their way onto it; to create this place, but it was pity that soon turned to disgust. Countless buildings stacked upon its back, the sensation of its body moving beneath his feet. Slowly rocking the city that had been erected upon it. And the desire to turn around; to shred the beings behind, was difficult to resist. The taste of their blood still lingering on his tongue, and instinctive, primal rage desiring the sensation of more flesh within his jaws.

         But he choked it down. This place was compact, and he would stand out like a sore thumb if we were allow that primal desire to protect the being beneath this city to display. He also lacked knowledge of the city’s layout, and his blindness provided to be extremely hindering towards his ability to lose the group that had spotted him. Red liquid oozing from his side, and trailing dots behind him, where an arrow had pierced his skin, but no longer remained. It was more bothersome than painful to the Demon. Blood soaking through the fabric of his shirt, and drowning his sense of smell in its stench.

        Fingers ghosting along the rough outer surface of the building, as he turned around it. Ducking into the thick shadows of the thin alleyway in order to avoid the group that had been chasing him. Slumping against the wall, and releasing a warm breath into the air. Hands moving to rub at the wound at his side, attempting to ease its bleeding. But his efforts didn’t last long, the sound of feet shuffling against the ground making him raise his head, and tear his attention away from the annoying wound. “Unfortunately, I am neither a cat, nor am I anything pleasant by most standards,” He stated. “But I suppose I could be, if you would be willing to keep your mouth shut for the next few minutes.” 

                      Kawagishi was by no means an organized city; it was a cluttered mess of a place if anything could be said for it. But it was an adaptable city. Narrow and curving alleyways were in abundance, providing many available routes to the usually crowded roads and paths during rush hour. This, of course, was necessary as rush hour was characterized by a thick soup of people from the top level of the city moving downwards to their shops and restaurants. And like the thickest of soups, they moved slow and clumped together. Mariko, despite working at the top level, had experienced the horror of waves and waves of people pushing her the opposite direction of where she wanted to go on numerous occasion until, like a true resident, she discovered a pathway quite by accident. And she started to consider it as hers, since it was quite old and forgotten for the most part, until that particular night.

                      Walking forward, one timid step at a time, the gardener tilted her head as she seemingly ducked out from the simpler shadows of the surrounding buildings and into the slightly denser darkness of the alley. Her eyes widened and the very literate and ever expressive “Uhm.” was all the word she could muster forth at the sight of him. Mariko had expected a thief or even a raccoon or some other animal, though they tended to frequent the lower levels if they ever did appear unless the animal was a cat since they liked the higher places. She had not expected some injured man. And all she could do was clutch the leek closer to her chest and stare, sometimes parting her lips to utter more very clear and expressive sounds (they weren’t actually). 

                     Mariko turned once around, forgetting the leek in her hands as she gripped the sides of her head. “Okaay.” She whispered to herself, though it was clear she wasn’t okay with the situation at all. Her heart was beating loudly in her hearing and her fingers trembling as she completed her turn and knelt down a few feet away from him. The leek was put back into the grocery bag, the crinkling plastic all that filled the uneasy silence. Though she had bought only one bag of groceries, her outing more fueled by her craving of a certain food sold near the convenience store than her need of goods, her rummaging was prolonged by her wavering and slippery hold of things. She was not the best at meeting strangers, much less those in the middle of the night and quite as a surprise, and was very much unused to dealing with anyone being in any state worse than a bad cold or fever.

                     Finally her trembling hands found and held the object she had sought for a good minute or two. Producing a large water bottle, Mariko placed it between them. “H-here.” Was the very soft squeak that accompanied her gift. Oh, she was afraid, that was quite plain to see, but she felt it her duty to help if for only a bit.

Murky Waters Clear // Open

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Bluebird Pursuit

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                 A darting blur of blue swooped in through the open window and flew about the room. It twittered and chirped, its sing-song melody sounding a lot more like taunting than it did music. Following quick after the bird, Lemon leapt from her place below and gripped easily the stone that jutted out from beneath the windowsill. 

                     Climbing onto the step, Lemon’s determined stare was focused on the flapping bird. “Stop this now!” She yelled, as if reprimanding the creature would do any good. "I accidentally shook the cage, admittedly, it was my fault you were startled but this behavior is uncal-” Lemon’s words came to a halt. Oh, her face seemed to say, this room wasn’t empty. Of course, it wasn’t empty, was her immediate reply to herself. “I-” Words were lost for a moment. “Sorry.”

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An Errand Running

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                    “Oh, dear.” The words were uttered beneath worried fingers, as Mariko had a habit of covering or touching her lips when anxious or surprised, and spelled the usual sort of trouble of plans hindered and dangers rising to an unacceptable, existing sort. The woman bit her lip, her hands now gripping the straps of her backpack which was shaped oddly like a cylinder and was said to be a part of her would-be troubles. 

                       Bandits, the people had told her. Bandits traveled the road from their town, through the forest, and to the river docking. Coming to town was easy enough but leaving was another thing. Anyone carrying any sort of pack or extra luggage that seemed worthy of inspection would easily fall under the category of prey to the bandits. And Mariko was not the fighting sort. She was the running sort and the falling sort, the worst kind of combination to ever be.

                       Drawing herself tighter, her arms coming closer to her body as her shoulders rose and stiffened with her breath, Mariko came to a resolution. Striding forward with her burst of confidence, she tapped one of the gossiping merchants on the shoulder, the same one who had warned her about bandits and her pretty little pack. “E-Excuse me,” The confidence seemed to deflate with each syllable she uttered. “If...if there is no safe path to the river docks,” Her voice had softened to a whisper but she soon took another breath and raised her volume. “Where may I get a GUARD?” The last word was louder than the rest, her mind putting more importance on the last part and thus assigning it with more volume.

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Akiyama was, admittedly, rather fond of storms. The low, rich purr of thunder set him at ease of sorts, and white-hot claws of lightning scoring the darkened skies were quite a thing to marvel at. Even the harsh beating of raindrops lulled him into a rare sense of serenity.

However, once he was caught outside in one, the story changed like a bad movie adaption.

Expensive clothes were drenched with water in a heartbeat, leaving him cold and shivering and wishing the flimsy umbrella he’d brought was actually capable of keeping him dry. Blonde hair clung fast to his reddened cheeks, strong winds and styling product acting as far too effective glue.

Hunched over, taking shelter in a playground structure was far from where Aki wanted to be. His back hurt, he couldn’t see through rain-spattered glasses, and gusts continued to spray rain all over his face. The contemptuous sigh he puffed out like smoke was washed away in the storm, and he closed his eyes for a long few moments. This memory would definitely be purged.

                    Stumbling, Mariko groaned as water-clogged shoes disappeared beneath growing puddles again and again. Her socks were sopping messes and her cotton bag was an over-filled sponge that drip drip dripped with the rain. Thunder rolled through the sky again, the deep crackling reverberating in her bones. The playground was closer now though harder to spot as rain strengthened to form a filter on her vision and clinging strands of hair provided even more obstacles. Mariko closed her umbrella, something that had proved useless in the present storm, and ducked inside.

                       The squelching sound of footsteps invaded the castle but the relieved breath that had half-risen up Mariko’s throat was choked forward as an “Oh.” She blinked, frozen just a step out of the rain. Though the skies were dark, the surrounding park lights were lit and it wasn’t too hard to distinguish another figure taking refuge from the storm. Panic stirred in her then, the warmth of the emotion just barely repressing the shiver that had worked its way up her spine from the chill of water and wind. “Uh.” Ever vocal, she took a step forward and to the side. “P-Pardon me.” Taking a seat, the soaked student curled up and did anything but meet the person’s eyes. 

Castle in the Rain // Open