A FALLING STAR FELL FROM YOUR HEART — OPEN, CORPSES

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    Mako Valkyria Fujisaki

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 490px; margin-top: -14.5px; letter-spacing: -.3px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 3px white;]I TOOK THE STARS FROM MY EYES AND THEN I MADE A MAP

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    [font=century gothic][b][font=georgia]AND I KNEW THAT SOMEHOW I WOULD FIND MY WAY BACK
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    The ghostly femme's voice was laced with a note of morbid delight, as she gazed upon the frozen corpses strewn about the cavern, some of whose features were still contorted in fear and agony, as though they had been brutally slaughtered just minutes before she'd stumbled upon them. Mako had been wandering about the land that lay below blizzardclan's floating islands, and had entered the ice caves on a whim, just to get a sense of what it was like down there. She certainly hadn't expected to find anything as interesting as this, though. Not that she was disappointed at all—on the contrary, this sight had spiced up her day with a bit of excitement, so she was honestly grateful to whoever had murdered these poor creatures. Given the looks of them all (and yes, there were quite a few of them all crammed into this small space; some were even stacked on top of each other, and they appeared to be sorted into piles by their pelt colour—how strange, no?), they had been down here for quite some time, and they'd only not rotted due to the ridiculously low temperature.


    + mobile
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    [color=transparent] #alyssbaskerville #soujuayase #intentionoftheabyss #goldclan #usagi #timelesspalace #baskervillefamily DIALOGUE IN #C9B3FF

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 410px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; color: ; size: 14pt; margin-top: -5px;]Corpses were by far- something Daypaw was not interested in seeing. Of course, it'd be her first time seeing corpses stacked on one another, so it might've interested her for a few seconds at the most- but that'd quickly dissolve with fear.


    At the moment, Daypaw was attempting to climb something that was a bit too tall for her cat legs to reach. If only she had wings, ah, if only she had wings she'd be able to fly up above the stones, though as of right now she had nothing other than her paws and blunt force.


    Attempting to fling herself from the dirt, she'd finally make it halfway before slipping and landing on the earth, her black pelt covered in dust. "Aww." She'd state, before finally giving up and padding elsewhere. Before she heard a voice.


    "U-um.. hi?" She'd state, not taking any notice to the corpses that stood before her, before her gaze travelled towards them. "W-what.." She'd mutter, hopeless gaze then resting onto the female. "D-did you do this?"


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    It was mere coincidence that Inaho had chosen this day to explore the cavern, hoping they would hold some clue to the brilliant phenomenon of BlizzardClan's floating corpses. He was quite surprised to hear two voices, and after hesitating for a few seconds, Inaho would continue to walk towards the sounds. The scent signified that both were BlizzardClanners, and the Head Combatant wondered slightly why they were down here.


    He wasn't ready for the corpses.


    As per usual, Inaho's expression didn't change, but he did stop at the very entrance in slight shock. This was certainly...interesting. How did so many corpses come to be buried down here? "What happened here?" he would question as he walked over, his voice expressionless as usual as he glanced between the two females. One was Daypaw, who he vaguely recognized, but the other was a stranger altogether.


    [spoiler=MOBILE TAGS]BASIC INFORMATION &&
    - inaho kaizuka
    - male, identifies as male
    - about 8 months, real timed
    - currently: black wolf, red eyes
    - head combatant of blizzardclan
    - bisexual-romantic, single, no crush
    - npc xx npc
    - first generation
    - #inahoktas


    POWERS &&
    - absorbing spirits ( 0/9 lives ) [ 10/10 control ]
    - flower prints [ 10/10 control ]
    - afterlife communication [ 6/10 control ]
    - conjuration [ 10/10 control ]
    - flavor manipulation [ 9/10 control ]
    - invisibility [ 10/10 control ]
    - soundwave manipulation [ 9/10 control ]
    - scent manipulation [ 9/10 control ]


    BATTLE TAGS &&
    - hard physically, medium mentally
    - attack in bold [color=#FD7F3E]#FD7F3E
    - no kill, ask to maim, capture or rape
    - will capture enemies


    NOTES &&
    - all opinions are ic

    Ret sometimes patrolled below the islands, to see if there was any trouble below, and a tiny bit to visit the old camp. Her old home, where she felt truly peaceful. She used to come down here regularly as paladin and head paladin to mediate but recently as deputy she found she didn't have enough time.


    Ah yes, she certainly didn't today as she heard voices coming from a cave that she knew, but never bothered to enter. Trotting over, what she first caught was the stench. "Ergh," She said, wafting a paw in front of her nose. Pushing past the people at the entrance she saw what the commotion was all about. "All right? An explanation please. Are these Blizzardclaners, because if they are-" She broke off with a low growl.

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    [size=8][color=#ECDBBC]"Calm yourself, Ret. It will be alright." Tama would approach, aiming to touch her friend's shoulder lightly with the delicate tap of a fore-paw. She knew that she was.. A little less on the fighting side. If the individual had done this, Tama would take the.. Take the responsibility of doing, well, whatever they'd have to do. She wasn't going to repeat the question the others had, instead, she swallowed, and bit down on her tongue. Corpses had.. Never done anything good for the optimistic femme. But by now, she had grown better in concealing the sickened churn of her stomach. "What group are you from?" Tama would ask, gaze quickly darting towards the female's ghostly frame.

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    Moongleam felt her stomach lurch as she saw the corpses. Ah, her previous instincts kicking in. And she could feel the soft voice of the real Gleamie whispering [i]Investigate    . The paladin stalked over, a storm brewing in her eyes as she stared down at the scattered bodies. Shit. This was pretty terrible- in fact, her soul must have been so terrified that she expressed disgust. [b]"Moongleam says that this is sick and disgusting." shaking her head, she looked back up at the other and added, "Who are you?"
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    Southbound saw a pile of dead bodies. She wasn't surprised. She'd seen nasty things as a cop. She had done nasty things too. However that didn't make this justified. Slipping out her sword, she gripped it in her jaws. Very lovely color organization. Too bad they couldn't use such a thing in a healthy form. Her tail lashed to the side, a growl in her throat that went unheard of.


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    "How many are there...?" Mary asked, a fearful undertone to her voice, as she approached.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; color: beige;] Woah what an scene. Someone seemed to have an very ice cold taste. Huh you get it?. Dimitri chuckled at himself by his own little mind joke that was only to himself to enjoy. With twitched ears and a cast over with his mismtached orbs to this ghostly looking female an somewhat puzzled look for up over his maw while carefully studing this person. Was it possible this was one of this annoying brats that followed around his prectious Lacie-san everywhere?. Unfortunate for him Lacie did not seem to be spoted anywhere here which meant this girl was here all by herself - probabaly even being the one to have done this crime. This persons that had faced this unhappy ending was unimportend just as much as this ghost was. Dimitri actually had an similliar emotional to this girl that could be described as dislike.


    So this matter had really turned boring for him. Anywhere this two annoying twins where was irrelevent not caring one single bit on what they had in plans to do this time. His only interest was Lacie not her offsprings.
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    Mako Valkyria Fujisaki

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 490px; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: -.3px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 3px white;]I TOOK THE STARS FROM MY EYES AND THEN I MADE A MAP

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    [font=century gothic][b][font=georgia]AND I KNEW THAT SOMEHOW I WOULD FIND MY WAY BACK
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    Fake crystalline tears glistened at the corners of her eyes as she adopted a hurt expression. However, she wasn't able to maintain that for long. After all....well, the situation was simply too amusing, was all. And so, after maybe thirty seconds had lapsed since she'd last spoken, a giggle suddenly forced its way from her throat, and erupted into bout of melodious, joyful laughter. "Oh...I'm sorry; you're all too cute~! Ah, jeez..."


    Eventually, the girl calmed down, and once she had regained her composure she turned to Tama, her serene smile working its way back onto her delicate lips as she proceeded to actually give a proper answer this time, "My, my, Tama-chan, how mean! I'll have you know that I joined blizzardclan a while ago; didn't you know? Besides..." Mako gestured to the corpses strewn about with a flourish of her tail, "As much as I would've loved to call all of this my recent handiwork, from the looks of them, they've been down here for quite some time now, perhaps even before your predecessor's rei-" Abruptly, she cut herself off, her eyes narrowing in a thoughtful fashion as she took a moment to reflect on what she'd nearly just allowed herself to say. Hm, well if she recalled correctly, before Tama some wolf fellow had been running this clan (she honestly couldn't be bothered to remember such insignificant details such as what his name had been, though). And the individual who had led blizzardclan before him was...


    Curiosity blooming within the depths of her glacial gaze, Mako regarded her surroundings again, this time also taking a moment to note the odd markings on the walls...and on the floor. At first glance, they'd seemed like random scribbles, but now that she was looking at them all head-on...they clearly were anything but lines and curves and circles and dots with no meaning. No, no, she'd seen all of this in a book a friend had lent to her—these were runes. Their origins were unknown, but that was irrelevant since she could still decipher them just fine. From what she could see, there was one portion of the wall labeled 'hawkclan', another 'blizzardclan', a third 'the exiles', and so on. Naturally, one could assume that those were the places in which the victims had all resided. As for the runes inscribed on the floor...they were all names: Shokuhou Misaki, Mugino Shizuri, Seivelun Frenda, Takitsubo Rikou, Kinuhata Saiai, Mikuni Oriko, Kure Kirika, Hijiri Kanna, Amano Suzune, Akemi Homura, Blanc, Plutia, Kurome, Run, Wave, Minase Iori, Takatsuki Yayoi, Souju Luca, Souju Ayase... ...oh. Whoops. That was one of her past aliases from when she'd been a magical girl, wasn't it? Studying the stack of bodies next to her name...she did recognize some of them as some random shinigami and others that had attempted to get in her way when she and Luca/Alice had been investigating the seven magical girls who'd contracted with Kyuubey and called themseves The Pleiades Saints. So...perhaps she'd spoken a bit too soon. It seemed that some of this was her work after all, but she hadn't been a part of blizzardclan back then. As for the rest of the cadavers, they were probably all the victims of those whose names were carved so carefully into the ground. These poor, poor creatures were all the victims of the alliance she'd been a member of at the time—back when they'd still been warring against that pesky Shinigami Organization. Kurome had probably stolen the souls of some of them and occasionally had them possess their mutilated bodies to fight against their former comrades, since using the undead as puppets had been her modus operandi. Of course, their alliance'd had a leader, and since all the corpses were stashed here, then that meant that leader of their little 'group' had possessed ties to this place—to blizzardclan. And her name was even among those that she'd read on the floor.


    Lacie Baskerville...or Homura—it didn't really matter, since they were fundamentally one and the same. Since she was a collective entity, there was no telling what name she'd been using at the time of her reign, but this was undoubtedly all the doing of one of blizzardclan's former leaders. It was wrong to associate 'evil' with certain groups and 'good' with others, because in the end, there would always be someone who didn't quite fit in with the rest. Lacie was the perfect example—rarely had she ever ordered an action with blizzardclan's best interests in mind, rather than her own agenda. Liars, murderers, rapists, and the like—these days, they were everywhere. There was no confining them all to The Exiles, or anything like that. For these creatures to harbour any such notions...what fools they were!


    + still mobile; i tried lol
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    [color=transparent] #alyssbaskerville #soujuayase #intentionoftheabyss #goldclan #usagi #timelesspalace #baskervillefamily DIALOGUE IN #C9B3FF

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    [size=8][color=#ECDBBC]Tama tipped her head to the side for a moment. "E-Eh? You did?" The femme must have missed out on that joining, then. Anyhow, she'd give a slight shake of her head. "Ah, Tama's sorry about forgetting." She really had to keep track of everyone.. There happened to be a lot of people joining nowadays, as they always had, with Blizzardclan. Somehow, though, she hadn't managed to remember the ghostly female.


    "Rei..?" The servaline trailed on, beckoning for the other to continue - it looked as if the other had moved off into some form of a tangent, and had cut herself off quickly. Either way, it did look as if the corpses had been lingering there for quite a bit. Being frozen could indicate how they were preserved for so long. Though, no matter how old a case happened to be, they were better off ending with a satisfactory close. Tama didn't quite like open-ended instances, but it would probably serve as difficult to get to the bottom of something that happened so long ago.

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    Haruna Kuroha Niekawa

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 490px; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: -1.2px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px black;]NO MORE DREAMING OF THE DEAD AS IF DEATH ITSELF WAS UNDONE

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    [font=century gothic][b][font=georgia]NO MORE CALLING LIKE A CROW FOR A BODY IN THE GARDEN
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    came the ebony femme's nonchalant remark as she casually strode into the scene, moving to stand at her twin's side as her feverish, coffee-hues drank in the sight a little too quickly for one who claimed to not harbour any sort of lust for blood and gore. Ah, it had been a long, long time since she'd last been down here—probably before blizzardclan had shattered their alliance with hawkclan by surprising them with a raid which at the time had probably seemed reckless and senseless in the eyes of most blizzardclanners. Honestly, their assumptions hadn't been too far off the mark, given that the leader during that time had never really had any sort of attachment to her clanmates at all. Hah, and yet, they'd still allowed her to reach that position. The whole promotion system was full of flaws and there were so many problems, but she supposed it suited a race that was so hopelessly idiotic. They were still entertaining at the very least, so that was enough reason for immortals to keep them around, no?


    A pleasant-sounding chuckle would trickle from her lips as she suddenly twirled on her heel to regard the blizzardclan leader, raising a nonexistent brow in what could be taken as a somewhat incredulous gesture. "Awh...seriously, Tama-chaaan...?" she pouted in a fashion similar to Mako's, the subtlest hint of condescension lacing her seemingly light-hearted voice. Somehow, the fact that she and her sister were residing in a clan filled with hopeless, spineless fools just kept slipping her mind. Hopefully, that didn't indicate that their stupidity was rubbing off on her, because that'd be a real pain. "Do we really have to spell it all out for you? Goodness gracious..." Why the hell did Hisui Nagare even bother trying to help a species like this? And if he was indeed trying to help all the mortals in this world, why pick The Exiles as his place of residence? His way of thinking and his methods truly baffled her. Emitting an exaggerated sigh, she shook her head. Well, back to the matter at hand...she might as well explain part of it, seeing as she was here and not to mention that their reactions could prove to be entertaining, right?


    "To put it straight for you, we already know who did all of this," she stated bluntly, in a tone that seemed a bit cheerful given the current topic of conversation. "It's not that hard to figure out, given what we know." 'And given the fact that we were there to witness it, and the fact that some of these poor, poor creatures are victims of our pranks and games', she added quietly, while still retaining that unnervingly gentle smile of hers.


    && ugh i meant to respond to this earlier ;a;
    sorry for mistakes bc this is a little rushed; i'm just waiting for my cookies to bake
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    [color=transparent] #alicebaskerville #iinodoue #goldclan #usagi #timelesspalace #soujuluca #niekawaharuna #slasher #saika #daughterblade #baskervillefamily DIALOGUE IN #FBD6E3