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    the heiress to the throne of ulla has finally woken up after a four-year sleep!


    ...with a cursed knife in her throat.


    finding out that she can't speak due to the knife, her consort had offered to help her find out who did this, as well as try to get it out. thankfully, she can communicate telepathically with her consort, thanks to his powers. though after a bit of research, it turns out that if it gets pulled out by anyone other than the person who stabbed her in the first place, she'll die instantly.


    after a bit more investigating, the results turn out to be three very different characters in the kingdom of ulla: a magician with the pursuit of knowledge, a shapeshifter with rather sadistic and perverted tendencies, and a fallen god finding ways to get himself back to where he truly belongs.


    will she ever find the true killer? or had someone else killed her, equipped with not only a knife but a master plan to pin it onto someone else?


    [hr]


    i seem to be getting quite a lot of weird plots lately


    also, before i forget, this is a fantasy au! if that isn't obvious enough. whoops.


    just state interest, and i'll start in the next post! the canon will be the heiress' consort, by the way. u v u
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    The post was edited 1 time, last by jokullinn ☄ ().

    Since I love the plot and I don't really like choosing which canon character should be best paired with other person's OC... I believe I do a pretty decent England, France, Canada, and Spain. Haven't done Japan yet for role-playing, but I have a feeling I can play him decently too.

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    //alright, starting now u v u
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    She didn't know what she expected to wake up to, but she did know that she didn't expect to wake up to a knife in her throat.


    Os stared around the room silently. She couldn't see anyone else - well, except for her consort lying passed out on the floor. How did he get here? Did he 'fall asleep' too?


    Brown eyes stared at him, until she finally decided to wake him up. Shaking him gently, she tried to speak -only to find out that she somehow couldn't.


    ...what...?


    Os reached a hand up towards the knife, biting her lip. She could sense it was cursed. No use removing it until she wanted to be dead, which she didn't.


    She sighed silently, before going back to attempting to shake her consort up. Maybe he knew something about this...?
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    OCC::
    Yea!


    IC::
    The blonde male felt something shake him gently and attempted to open his eyes, but it seemed as if they couldn't open at first. After a moment, the shaking seemed to stop. And a familiar sigh caught his ears.


    Os...?


    Why wasn't she saying anything to him? Feeling her shake him once more, he began to actually awake up this time, truly concerned for the heiress. His violet eyes opened and they took a moment to adjust as he began to sit up. "O-os...?"


    He glanced over at her. Almost instantly, his eyes widened with shock and fear, but he didn't dare move away from her.


    "W-what...?"


    He felt as if he forgot how to speak, and maybe breathe. How could this happen? Why did it happen? What happened?

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    Os sighed in relief, quietly sitting back. He was alright, but this was going to take just a little bit of explaining to do, but at least it was easy explaining. All she had to do was point to the knife in her throat and shake her head.


    Now to just hope he would think of using his powers to create a telepathic link. That would make things much easier.
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    OCC::
    N/A


    IC::
    It took him a moment to realize what she was trying to say, being that he was still in shock about the whole 'waking up to see someone you care about in a should be dead state, but they are not' situation. He closed his eyes and shook his head lightly to clear his mind.


    Focus, she needs you. Possibly more than ever now, he thought to himself.


    His violet eyes opened once more and he got closer to her. "T-this is going to take a moment." He let her know as he gently placed his hands on both sides of her head and closed his eyes, clearly beginning to focus on something. After a few seconds, he slowly removed his hands and opened his eyes once more.


    "O-Os... can you hear me? If so, then we should be able to speak like this... as long as we think about wanting to communicate to each other."

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    Os had her eyes closed as well as he created the link. She could feel it in her mind, too - like a foreign thought invading her mind. Which was basically what it was, now that she thought about it.


    It was a good thing he made it so that they won't hear each other's every thought. That would be embarrassing, and it would probably leave the most of their time together awkward. Very, very awkward.


    The heiress tilted her head, hearing the thought quietly. It felt weird...


    Y-yeah, I can hear, she replied. Can you hear me...? Just to be in the safe side. She might not be doing this right, after all.
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    OCC::
    N/A


    IC::
    "Mhm." A little glow of happiness shined in his eyes when he heard her response. It was working so far, their communication. He shifted into a more comfortable sitting position and the serious returned to his eyes. "So, what happened?"


    He was still worried and very much confused, but he decided to do his best to stay calm. It didn't seem like she was injured in any other way besides the knife. And he doubted he could do anything to it since it appeared to be somehow in Os' throat without actually killing her.