We're going to fly in the sky!

[He isn't sure how he got here, one minute, he'd been in Aeris's Church and the next he's wandering through this town. Briefly wonders if he's dreaming. He looks up as he extends his hand out a little, then glances down at the snow gathering on his glove, it's been a while since he's seen it. He won't deny it's sort of comforting to watch the world be blanketed in silence, the white muffling all sound; it's sort of nostalgic too. In Nibelheim it used to snow in the winter when he was a kid. Not often though. He doesn't say anything; instead, he starts looking for answers. So he wanders down the street curiously looking around and remaining alert.]

[ The Eye has had quite enough of this nonsense. Its master should not be subjugated to this, not with the boy's pure soul. Mikhail dislikes the atmosphere, the thick heavy air that seems to press down on them all. This has been driving its unnatural senses nuts. The only reason it hasn't done anything is simply because its master had not been harmed. Teito, no... Wahrheit Tiashe Raggs had been in the company of those the boy trusted and that is enough. But its restless now, only popping up when the boy decided to sleep.

Red, cold eyes cast a glance about the lobby. There has to be a way to leave this place or find out who is responsible for this disgrace. ]

[It was cold, very cold. She was snuggled up under many blankets, but still the cold permeated to her flesh in ways that made her body tense, and constantly shivery. She pulled her legs up closer to her chest, and held them there, all of her covered except the top of her head, which was covered by a knit hat, and her eyes, which were closed, since this trip to bed had begun as an attempt to sleep. But it was way too cold.]

[There's a blond girl standing in the very center of the city. She has planted a pole in the snow, and it is flying this flag proudly.]

I claim this land in the name of Uzbekistan!


((May I have a tag for series: afghanis-tan please?))

[A young woman hurries into a shop and bumps the door to close it quickly without unwrapping her arms from around herself. She's freezing in a light sundress and obviously completely unprepared for this weather. Glancing at the rows of coats and scarves and gloves, she first rubs her hands together, unwinding only a little as she comes up to the vent.]

...at least it's nice inside.



((OOC: This is a Kingdom Hearts Aerith. Just trying her on for size I guess, it's been a long time...!! /nervous idk))

[The last thing he remembered, he was on a rooftop dancing with Maria. Then what? That disgusting taste. He could still taste him here-- that sad excuse for a man. But, more importantly, where was here? Even with the small candle he had found on a table along the hallway it was still much too dark.

Interesting. Surely he couldn't have wandered too far, since he was still wearing the bar's uniform instead of his usual robes.]

Where'd that brat run off to now? [a sigh as he brought up the strange key to inspect it before stuffing it in his pocket and kicking open the first door he came across. Frau wanted quick answers, not to search whatever this place may be for a random room assigned to him.]

[And here we have one teenaged girl who looks like she just stepped out of the 80's, lying in the snow with her arms and legs outstretched, the form of a snow angel around her. When she appeared here, she was just lying there, as if she'd been the one making the snow angel. But she would never do something so childish.

So she sits up and looks around. This is definitely not any place she knows.]


((Can has tag for The Babysitters Club plox?))

[Oh, look, there's snow. It's the first time he's seen it in person, so Rolo just sort of stares blankly for a few moments.

This is not where he was before. Where are Lelouch and Nunnally? They'd probably like this...]

Uh... is anybody here?


[This is an AU, Animorphs!verse Rolo from a crack AU that spawned a life of its own. History is in his journal if anyone cares. And, good news for all Nunnallies: He will not try to kill you!

...bad news for all Nunnallies: He will not try to kill you because he's just as clingy on you as he is on Lelouch.]

[He was not entirely certain how he had been drawn here, gripping a key in his hand, almost if in a trance. When he snaps out of it he sees nothing, only darkness but it isn't the kind that's suffocating; it's warm and inviting. Frowning he's silent for a few long moments. Just before he should have been at the mansion discussing things with Sebastian -- how could he have ended up here? Sleep walking?]

Sebastian. Come.

That disgusting smell assaulting his nostrils is driving him crazy. But even more disturbing is the pitch-black darkness surrounding, embracing him.

Fretting, the blond tries summoning his fire magic, over and over again, not actually comforted by the familiar feeling of fire sprouting from his fingers. If he is able to summon fire, then why, why can't he see a thing?

The darkness is stirring something within him, and so is the overpowering, mind-numbing heat surrounding him. Wandering through the darkness, he stumbles across a soft, elevated surface. A bed? A couch? Who knows? Not actually giving a damn, he sits down on the unknown surface. The heat is suffocating him, fogging his mind; before he is aware of it, the prince finds himself fumbling in the darkness, trying to undo his bow and remove all those annoying layers of clothing.

Whilst undoing the buttons of his white shirt, his hand stumbles across a patch of exposed skin. Hesitantly, he lets his fingers run through his chest, savoring the feeling of his touch against his burning chest. So good. Touching more, he is too lost in sensations to pay attention to the little voice that is nagging him about how this is a very wrong place and very wrong situation to start touching himself.

Even so, the traveling hand does not halt. Closing his eyes, he lays his back against the soft fabric, as that hand, those soft fingers become those of a certain black haired boy. It's always like this, good. Not mind-blowing or electrifying, just good. Every time he fantasizes about the baseball kid, the prince can't help wondering what would it feel like to have the real thing. If only the hands roaming his body were truly those of that baseball nerd.

A stifled yet heated moan bearing the name of him whom the prince treasures above anyone else resonates through the darkness.

If only...
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{ooc: I'm bored and I have way too much free time on my hands, so please feel free to join~}

[There is an Akito in the park, lounging part-way up a tree. He's a little older and taller than most people would recognise]

This place is so peaceful... [Smiles a little, and hums to himself. Eventually it turns into a song, singing to himself. Any animals nearby might occasionally glance at him at hearing it before going back about their business.

Akito's totally botherable, and wouldn't mind some company]


((A slightly older, AU!Akito here to play~ <3))

[ The newest arrival stirs quietly, nothing more than a soft girlish yawn escaping her lips as she begins to rouse herself. Statin luxurious sheets start to distance themselves from Sara's person and tumble off of her. She sits up, rubbing her eyes, until she realizes the inky blackness surrounding her isn't the result of a dream or her eyes still being closed.

No, the place really is that dark. Confused, Sara reaches to turn on a light, but although she hears the click of the switch being pushed it does no good. Thinking she may still be home with her beloved, her golden eyes, invisible in the darkness, scan the room and take in nothing. ]

Setsuna?

[ Placing a hand near where he would be on the bed tells her only that Setsuna isn't there anymore. This is strange. ]

Setsuna? Setsuna, where are you? What's going on?!

[ Unsure if she is dreaming or in a new place entirely, frightened and bemused by the situation but nevertheless undaunted in her exploring, Sara gets up and starts to explore, hopefully going to find something to light her way in the process. She's barely managed to get out of the door, though, before she trips over something the darkness and falls. ]

KYAAAAH!

What the    

[ Stumbling into a badly lit   scratch that   pitch black room wasn't what he expected to find on the other side of that door. When he had summoned the courage from the deepest depths of the heart that wasn't supposed to and didn't exist and wrapped his fingers around the doorknob, he thought he would be facing another liar. Another monster. Someone who wanted to boss him around, who wanted to teach him right from wrong through their point of view.

Someone else to use him.

He expected the damned room to be just as illuminated as the white hallway with pods had been, not the complete opposite of that. Blue eyes narrow, readjusting to the darkness as he inhales, trying to regain himself when he - he notices a key. In his hand. Where had that come from? What did it open?

And more importantly, why did he care?]

Ugh, this is     [Stupid, he thinks, but leaves it unvoiced.] ....where am I?

[Cue the spinning in a half-circle in a cliche I'm-lost fashion.]


{ OOC; So, uh, feel free to be in the room he has the key to and hear him unlocking the door or be roaming the hallway  whatever floats your boat. Just be warned that if you're not a canonmate (or even if you are   depending) he's gonna come across as hot-tempered and wary right about now. }