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imeeji_frontstage2019-03-16 06:02 pm
idolpro) wrote in imeeji_frontstage2019-03-16 06:02 pm
Entry tags:
- !days 091-100,
- !plot,
- bride,
- jacob cross,
- ruler | kotomine shirou,
- shima renzou,
- xia igarashi,
- ♪ bakura ryou,
- ♪ gracious skylark,
- ♪ hidaka ken,
- ♪ inoue ryuuko,
- ♪ lucien amritas,
- ♪ lyon,
- ♪ momota kaito,
- ♪ morgan carpathia,
- ♪ mutou yugi,
- ♪ okumura haru,
- ♪ ozymandias,
- ♪ ran nagisa,
- ♪ shin-ah,
- ♪ shinkai kanata,
- ♪ todoroki shouto,
- ♪ velvet crowe,
- ♪ yami bakura,
- ♭ atem,
- ♭ kaiba seto,
- ♭ nakahara chuuya,
- ♭ norie,
- ♮ ouma kokichi,
- ♯ catra,
- ♯ damian wayne,
- ♯ kano shuuya,
- ♯ maruyama aya,
- ♯ matoi ryuko,
- ♯ miya atsumu,
- 𝄳 dusk the miserable,
- 𝄳 kija,
- 𝄳 marceline,
- 𝄳 yona
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Who: You, perhaps
Where: Tokyo-F
When: Day 98, Late night
[ A noise splits through the night, waking many of those who were sleeping, alarming many of those that were not. If you go to the window or streets to see what made that racket, you will find there is not much to see at all-- darkness has stolen into the city, stolen away all the power from the street lights, dorm lights, even the glow from your smartphone screens. The air is oppressive with expectation. The noise, the lights out, surely this is the sign there is something more coming? That feeling hangs heavy, palpable.
. . .
. . . . . .
. . . . . . . .
And then, you hear it.
A splintering sound, the crack of door hammered in finally giving way. And then, light. A fracture in the air like lightning, vertical and spidering down to the ground that doesn't vanish-- hanging there, light streaming out into the darkness.
....
Approach? ]
Where: Tokyo-F
When: Day 98, Late night
[ A noise splits through the night, waking many of those who were sleeping, alarming many of those that were not. If you go to the window or streets to see what made that racket, you will find there is not much to see at all-- darkness has stolen into the city, stolen away all the power from the street lights, dorm lights, even the glow from your smartphone screens. The air is oppressive with expectation. The noise, the lights out, surely this is the sign there is something more coming? That feeling hangs heavy, palpable.
. . .
. . . . . .
. . . . . . . .
And then, you hear it.
A splintering sound, the crack of door hammered in finally giving way. And then, light. A fracture in the air like lightning, vertical and spidering down to the ground that doesn't vanish-- hanging there, light streaming out into the darkness.
....
Approach? ]