[ For continuing old threads and making new ones with the prompts below. ]
I. Arrival [ Oh dear... This isn't where that match wasn't supposed to be at all. Antonio stumbles about the crater, looking more dead than alive as it is...
And getting worse, it seems. It's getting harder for him to hold himself up straight; even his hair, which is usually capable of playing his violin for him, was going limp from fatigue. He had to rest, had to prop himself against a nearby rock before he collapsed to the floor... ]
Ooh... [ Antonio was no stranger to illness, but this... What's come over him? Scarlet fever, again? He can see red scabs starting to form over the backs of his hands... Wait. Why are the scabs glistening- Are those gemstones?
The fever is making him dizzy. As he feels the tell tale signs of an incoming coughing fit, he sneers up to the smoky sky and speaks to no one in particular... ]
Finally brought me to Hell...? [ Cough, cough! ] Heh... Took you long enough...
[ If only he had the strength to play one last song... ]
II. The City [ Alas, he was nowhere near Hell... But at least he was rescued with the rest.
The entire situation is confusing, and the doctors detained him for a little longer than he thought necessary, but... Well. It could have been a lot worse.
Now he's been let out into the city with nothing more than his faithful instrument and the tarnished clothes on his back. What is a displaced violinist to do?
Why, set himself up on a street corner of course! His performance is quite the sight to see: Here is a tall fellow with a chesire grin, fiddling away on a violin with one string like it was a fiddle of gold. It's hard to tell what's more impressive, him playing that instrument normally or him playing it with his hair...
Think nothing of the spectacle. He knows full well it's the music that draws in crowds... And sure enough, his tune attracts a decently sized audience before long.
He grins pleasantly as people leave him tips. He's still got it...! ]
III. Razzle Dazzle? [ Ya know, after finally dealing with the Embassy and getting himself more settled in, he can't help but feel an odd sense of Deja Vu... Not a pleasant thing to feel, and yet he doesn't think he needs to worry too much. After all, the people running this place are letting him do whatever he pleases, provided he... Engage in Synchrony.
Not a bad deal, all things considered. He just needs to find a beautiful woman to do it with.
So here he is at the Equinox, dolled up in a decent looking suit courtesy of Razzle Dazzle. He's keeping an eye on anyone who's loitering at the bar as he sips from a glass of wine... They told him he has to do it with other... Gembonded, as they say? Pity, he might have to make an exception depending on who's stuck on this planet with him...
Not to be deterred, he regards the next gembonded he sees with a pleasant enough grin. ]
Good afternoon... May I buy you a drink?
WILDCARD! [ Go nuts! If you need to ask me something, DM me or hit me up at nyanka! ]
[ Fancy font, too? Antonio wonders how much time Joseph put into learning this weird internet thing... Actually, he has a lot to ask about Joseph's previous adventures in God-Knows-Where. ]
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Noctium Overflow
TDM 1
I. Arrival
[ Oh dear... This isn't where that match wasn't supposed to be at all. Antonio stumbles about the crater, looking more dead than alive as it is...
And getting worse, it seems. It's getting harder for him to hold himself up straight; even his hair, which is usually capable of playing his violin for him, was going limp from fatigue. He had to rest, had to prop himself against a nearby rock before he collapsed to the floor... ]
Ooh... [ Antonio was no stranger to illness, but this... What's come over him? Scarlet fever, again? He can see red scabs starting to form over the backs of his hands... Wait. Why are the scabs glistening- Are those gemstones?
The fever is making him dizzy. As he feels the tell tale signs of an incoming coughing fit, he sneers up to the smoky sky and speaks to no one in particular... ]
Finally brought me to Hell...? [ Cough, cough! ] Heh... Took you long enough...
[ If only he had the strength to play one last song... ]
II. The City
[ Alas, he was nowhere near Hell... But at least he was rescued with the rest.
The entire situation is confusing, and the doctors detained him for a little longer than he thought necessary, but... Well. It could have been a lot worse.
Now he's been let out into the city with nothing more than his faithful instrument and the tarnished clothes on his back. What is a displaced violinist to do?
Why, set himself up on a street corner of course! His performance is quite the sight to see: Here is a tall fellow with a chesire grin, fiddling away on a violin with one string like it was a fiddle of gold. It's hard to tell what's more impressive, him playing that instrument normally or him playing it with his hair...
Think nothing of the spectacle. He knows full well it's the music that draws in crowds... And sure enough, his tune attracts a decently sized audience before long.
He grins pleasantly as people leave him tips. He's still got it...! ]
III. Razzle Dazzle?
[ Ya know, after finally dealing with the Embassy and getting himself more settled in, he can't help but feel an odd sense of Deja Vu... Not a pleasant thing to feel, and yet he doesn't think he needs to worry too much. After all, the people running this place are letting him do whatever he pleases, provided he... Engage in Synchrony.
Not a bad deal, all things considered. He just needs to find a beautiful woman to do it with.
So here he is at the Equinox, dolled up in a decent looking suit courtesy of Razzle Dazzle. He's keeping an eye on anyone who's loitering at the bar as he sips from a glass of wine... They told him he has to do it with other... Gembonded, as they say? Pity, he might have to make an exception depending on who's stuck on this planet with him...
Not to be deterred, he regards the next gembonded he sees with a pleasant enough grin. ]
Good afternoon... May I buy you a drink?
WILDCARD!
[ Go nuts! If you need to ask me something, DM me or hit me up at
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[ Fancy font, too? Antonio wonders how much time Joseph put into learning this weird internet thing... Actually, he has a lot to ask about Joseph's previous adventures in God-Knows-Where. ]
I see it.
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So your hologram device chose your appearance randomly. I see.[ How did that thing not make this... Machine person into a fashion disaster? Who knows??? ]>/small>
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Sort of. It based its information on what I know about humans.
[Which also explains why the avatar doesn't look like a terrifyingly misshapen human either. Instead, the avatar is attractive looking.]
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[ That would explain a lot! ]
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[Maybe it's something he should've put in his profile, but he's bad with social media.]
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Antonio really wants a drink right now. ]
Good to know.
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I wouldn't doubt it. You are quite the sight to behold.[ And now he's flirting. ]
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That's manageable, as long as you think it's good.[ And here he'll give her an address to a studio apartment. ]
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What's stopping you from trying? You won't know for sure unless you do.Re: un: ofsorrow
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