FOURTHWALL FALLOUT
leader of the blackheart rogues
"JUST BECAUSE WE CHECK OUR GUNS AT THE DOOR "
Well, it was around 10pm, and things had finally gotten to the right setting for the rest of the evening. The sun had gone down to leave the underground cavern we lived in fairly dark, but since the cavern also had no roof and there was a full moon out, there was a bright silvery glow to everything that made the land eerily visible even without the help of the torches that were permanently lit down here. And if those hadn't been good enough to light your way, then the fireflies would have definitely done the job, because they flew overhead in the hundreds, slowly drifting around like confused golden snowflakes that didn't know they were supposed to be falling toward the ground. Everything was warm and lush and clear, not at all like the dark, fog infested forest that most people saw when they came to the border. No, down in the massive underground cavern in was like an entirely different world, almost tropical thanks to the underground lava beds that kept everything warm year round.
It was clear that things had been set up for a party. As soon as you came out of the tunnel and into the vast flooded cavern you could hear the music blasting some Martin Garrix song. Crossing the land bridge to our island, the trail of torches would lead you right to the gates of the Castles courtyard, which had been left open for anyone who cared to come and join in. The courtyard itself was a big place with a lot of open area. Toward the back wall was a kickass garden, and along the other walls were huge pots with various young trees growing in them, great for shade on the hotter days. And int he center of the courtyard was the fountain, which also looked kickass thanks to Osric leading the repairs on it.
I had a huge bonfire set up off to one side of the fountain, close enough that I could manipulate the water for a quick extinguish if things got to crazy. On one long table were a number of foods, which included veggies fresh from the garden, a number of sweets and pastries, and -of course- as many kinds of barbecued meats as could be imagined. On a table next to that were an assortment of drinks, from chocolate milk and juice, to beer and vodka. A number of joints had also been set out on the table for anyone who felt like taking a toke. Anything harder than that and they'd have to find it themselves- I wasn't a fucking junkie. I just liked my weed and my beer from time to time, when I actually had a chance to relax.
"Welcome to my inauguration party!" I'd call with a grin, snatching a skewer with gator meat on it and a beer before taking a seat at the fire.
Yeah, I'd thrown a part for myself. So what? We threw parties over all kinds of random crap just because we felt like having a good time, so why not celebrate something that was technically good news? Sure, Imali dissapearing sucked and we looked for her for as long as we could, but being a Rogue was about living life and being happy, not tormenting yourself over the past. It was time to let go. It was time to live. And so I'd decided to invite Blizzardclan, in part because our last attempt to get together had been fucked up by The End Game, but also because this would party would be as honest a representation of us as I could give them. All my people would be here just being themselves, and if Blizzardclan was willing to come and let formalities go and just hang out with us for a night, we might be able to actually spawn some real fucking friendships here, and that was always pretty cool. It was easier to get to know people when there wasn't any pressure, so one of our parties was definitely the best way to do that.
"DOESN'T MEAN OUR BRAINS WILL CHANGE FROM HAND GRENADES"
Basics
Canine/Feline Hybrid - Hellhound - 5'9 - Homoromantic/Bisexual
Interactions
Aloof - Blunt - Sarcastic - Social
Impulsive - Corrupt - Possessive - Unpredictable
Aggressive - Dominating - Highly Intelligent - Fast Thinker
Violent - Prone to Apathy - Capricious - Playful
PLEASE NOTE;; Fourthwall is known to break the 4th wall, as his name suggests. He is a person who -instead of gods or reincarnation- thinks that he is just a character made up in a story, and so nothing he says or does has any real consequence. This allows him to suppress emotions like guilt or hesitation in order to enrich his life, as he believes that nobody is actually real, and so none of the bad things he does to others in order to enjoy himself are real either. He will often refer to his 'Writer' during 1st person posts and complain about the way they write him or his story, and is convinced that the entire world and FF's reality is just some big story.