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tinfoiltennis【the ❝CALL ME OUT 3.0❞ meme】
a roleplay meme to inspire muses. (now with extra crunch!)
( i'm only honest when it rains; if i time it right the thunder breaks when i open my mouth )
[ open: roxas catchall post! ]
Feb. 20th, 2019 08:29 pmenhearted
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coruscated[ because some of us need to heal the void kh3 left us with and we're doing that via the medium of post-canon au shenanigans ]
[ closed; prophet!edgeworth 'verse ]
Apr. 8th, 2018 11:46 pmhasfartogo[ as it turns out, defying fate, tearing up the pre-ordained plan for the end of the world, and forcibly re-railing the planet Earth back onto the path of continued existence leaves behind a hell of a clean-up job in its wake.
not the Earth so much; regardless of the swathe of apocalypse-related events and signs of the end times that swept over the globe over the year or so that it was on-track for destruction, in the end, it really wasn't anything that human beings weren't in some way used to dealing with. people picked right up where they left off and carried on, most of them none the wiser as to how close they'd come to oblivion.
not so in Heaven.
Castiel - newly reinstated as a fully-fledged Angel of the Lord, grace intact - returns to a Heavenly Host divided among itself. without a roadmap to follow, without any sign from their Father as to what they were supposed to do next, it seems most of his siblings feel... adrift. lost.
Castiel would be lying if he said that he wasn't one of them, for that matter, but at least he's had a little practice at existing in that state of being. disconcertingly, it seems that some of his siblings have caught on to that as well, and now they're looking to him (him!) for answers. he can't help but feel a little disturbed by the ones that seem to think that he ought to be their new leader.
not all of them feel that way, of course. there are plenty who feel the opposite. Raphael, as the last remaining archangel, assumes regency of Heaven as a matter of course, and has plenty of supporters. he is disconcertingly quiet on the matter of Earth's continued existence.
and then there are those who are not so quiet on the matter. rogue cells of angels, vanishing from Heaven without a trace. those who Castiel is certain would rather that the Apocalypse had not been derailed.
but of course, before he can investigate that burgeoning problem, a new prophet shows up out of the blue, and the consensus among the Host is that Castiel ought to be the one to watch over him. considering how difficult Miles Edgeworth is turning out to be, Cas is privately certain that some of the angels who weighed in on that decision did so because they thought it some kind of karma; or at the very least, because they found it funny.
he'd like to know when he became Heaven's go-to angel for dealing with difficult humans.
all that changes the moment he feels a piercing, ultra-sonic frequency vibrate through his grace. he knows it for what it is the instant he feels it - a prophet is threatened. danger. and at the same time, a burst of other frequencies with it, angels that he hasn't sensed since they hid themselves from Heaven--
Cas hadn't expected the two issues - the missing dissenting angels, and the prophet - to abruptly unite into one issue, but in hindsight, he wonders if perhaps he should have. after all, prophets of the Lord are a valuable resource.
or at least, he will wonder that, later, when he has time to think. right now, he's sweeping towards Miles Edgeworth's apartment as fast as his wings will carry him, praying that he will not be too late. ]
not the Earth so much; regardless of the swathe of apocalypse-related events and signs of the end times that swept over the globe over the year or so that it was on-track for destruction, in the end, it really wasn't anything that human beings weren't in some way used to dealing with. people picked right up where they left off and carried on, most of them none the wiser as to how close they'd come to oblivion.
not so in Heaven.
Castiel - newly reinstated as a fully-fledged Angel of the Lord, grace intact - returns to a Heavenly Host divided among itself. without a roadmap to follow, without any sign from their Father as to what they were supposed to do next, it seems most of his siblings feel... adrift. lost.
Castiel would be lying if he said that he wasn't one of them, for that matter, but at least he's had a little practice at existing in that state of being. disconcertingly, it seems that some of his siblings have caught on to that as well, and now they're looking to him (him!) for answers. he can't help but feel a little disturbed by the ones that seem to think that he ought to be their new leader.
not all of them feel that way, of course. there are plenty who feel the opposite. Raphael, as the last remaining archangel, assumes regency of Heaven as a matter of course, and has plenty of supporters. he is disconcertingly quiet on the matter of Earth's continued existence.
and then there are those who are not so quiet on the matter. rogue cells of angels, vanishing from Heaven without a trace. those who Castiel is certain would rather that the Apocalypse had not been derailed.
but of course, before he can investigate that burgeoning problem, a new prophet shows up out of the blue, and the consensus among the Host is that Castiel ought to be the one to watch over him. considering how difficult Miles Edgeworth is turning out to be, Cas is privately certain that some of the angels who weighed in on that decision did so because they thought it some kind of karma; or at the very least, because they found it funny.
he'd like to know when he became Heaven's go-to angel for dealing with difficult humans.
all that changes the moment he feels a piercing, ultra-sonic frequency vibrate through his grace. he knows it for what it is the instant he feels it - a prophet is threatened. danger. and at the same time, a burst of other frequencies with it, angels that he hasn't sensed since they hid themselves from Heaven--
Cas hadn't expected the two issues - the missing dissenting angels, and the prophet - to abruptly unite into one issue, but in hindsight, he wonders if perhaps he should have. after all, prophets of the Lord are a valuable resource.
or at least, he will wonder that, later, when he has time to think. right now, he's sweeping towards Miles Edgeworth's apartment as fast as his wings will carry him, praying that he will not be too late. ]
[ #disastertwins catchall post ]
Jul. 3rd, 2017 05:06 pmlonicera[ hello stranger. welcome to the post where there will be MAYHEM created with both canon and au versions of the Frye twins, because we're geet organised and want to keep all of our fooling around in one place and all that. there will be so many #shenanigans. ]
[ CALL ME OUT 2.0 ]
Sep. 28th, 2015 11:43 pmtinfoiltennis【the ❝CALL ME OUT 2.0❞ meme】
a roleplay meme to inspire muses.
( YOU ARE WHAT YOU LOVE, NOT WHO LOVES YOU )
[log: messing with makoto's brain]
Aug. 12th, 2014 09:06 pmtimidtwin[Hello, Makoto, welcome to the Nowhere Islands. That's where you are right now. Why? Nobody can tell you, but you're here so you might as well make the most of it. In fact, you're standing on the outskirts of a small town once known as Tazmily Village. It's grown quite a bit from it's humble beginnings over three years ago - a time when there was no money, no Pigmask soldiers roaming around and nobody had the faintest idea what a 'Happy Box' was. Now? The buildings had grown, soldiers had intermingled with the people to enforce their new rules (everyone needed a Happy Box, don't you want to be happy?) and a new currency had been introduced known as DP or Dragon Power. There's even a frog driving around in a tiny red convertible.
If you look around you'll see a man in desert garb trying to rally the townspeople and keep them under the spell of his new merchandise. There's a new hotel, a bakery, an item bazaar and the mayor's huge hotel to be found as well.
There's also a large brown dog running straight towards you and he seems to be barking a lot, stopping as he gets close and wagging his tail. Luckily his owner isn't far behind but being a young boy, he hasn't quite caught up yet...]
If you look around you'll see a man in desert garb trying to rally the townspeople and keep them under the spell of his new merchandise. There's a new hotel, a bakery, an item bazaar and the mayor's huge hotel to be found as well.
There's also a large brown dog running straight towards you and he seems to be barking a lot, stopping as he gets close and wagging his tail. Luckily his owner isn't far behind but being a young boy, he hasn't quite caught up yet...]
[ ooc organisation: pokemon au teams ]
Feb. 17th, 2014 03:00 pmtinfoiltennis[ open log: voice testing this dweeb ]
Jan. 28th, 2014 03:22 pmteammother[ SO FOR WHATEVER REASON your characters have found themselves in the charming seaside town of Iwatobi, though how and why they got here is another matter entirely. REGARDLESS, whether you arrived here intentionally via train or transport of your choice or else through some weird whim of the multiverse beyond your control, you might as well explore a little! even if it's only in an attempt to find a way out.
prompts for coming across this dork: ]
1: the shrine steps
[ there's not much up in this part of town apart from the shrine itself, situated at the top of a long, steep flight of stone stairs, and the houses that flank those stairs on either side. it's not uncommon for Makoto to hang around those stairs; his house is nearby, and it's an ideal place to wait for Haru (that is, on days when Makoto doesn't just bypass waiting entirely and has to go drag Haru out of the bath).
today's no different; he's sitting about halfway down the stairs, playing with a kitten that is literally smaller than his entire hand. hearing the sound of footsteps makes him pause and turn towards the newcomer, rising to his feet to get out of the way. ]
Ah, sorry.
2: the squid festival
[ you've wound up in Iwatobi during the height of summer, and lucky for you, the town's squid festival is in full swing this evening! lanterns and stalls span the streets that lie closest to the ocean, and along with selling all kinds of squid-related snacks and memorabilia, there are the usual draws of a festival; little pools full of goldfish or small turtles for people to try their hand at catching, vendors selling candy apples or masks, and various other food or game stalls.
the brightly-lit area of the festival is packed with people of all ages, many of them in yukata. Makoto here isn't one of them, and he seems content enough. in fact, he is currently (oddly enough, alone) watching wistfully as an excitable group of grade-school kids gather around one of the goldfish stalls, one kid trying their best to catch one as his friends cheer him on.
> approach? ]
3: free(!) spot/your choice!
[ no seriously Iwatobi is your oyster here. or maybe you'd rather ditch the Iwatobi setting altogether and throw something else at me, it's all good. go wild and make something up, bros :)b ]
prompts for coming across this dork: ]
1: the shrine steps
[ there's not much up in this part of town apart from the shrine itself, situated at the top of a long, steep flight of stone stairs, and the houses that flank those stairs on either side. it's not uncommon for Makoto to hang around those stairs; his house is nearby, and it's an ideal place to wait for Haru (that is, on days when Makoto doesn't just bypass waiting entirely and has to go drag Haru out of the bath).
today's no different; he's sitting about halfway down the stairs, playing with a kitten that is literally smaller than his entire hand. hearing the sound of footsteps makes him pause and turn towards the newcomer, rising to his feet to get out of the way. ]
Ah, sorry.
2: the squid festival
[ you've wound up in Iwatobi during the height of summer, and lucky for you, the town's squid festival is in full swing this evening! lanterns and stalls span the streets that lie closest to the ocean, and along with selling all kinds of squid-related snacks and memorabilia, there are the usual draws of a festival; little pools full of goldfish or small turtles for people to try their hand at catching, vendors selling candy apples or masks, and various other food or game stalls.
the brightly-lit area of the festival is packed with people of all ages, many of them in yukata. Makoto here isn't one of them, and he seems content enough. in fact, he is currently (oddly enough, alone) watching wistfully as an excitable group of grade-school kids gather around one of the goldfish stalls, one kid trying their best to catch one as his friends cheer him on.
> approach? ]
3: free(!) spot/your choice!
[ no seriously Iwatobi is your oyster here. or maybe you'd rather ditch the Iwatobi setting altogether and throw something else at me, it's all good. go wild and make something up, bros :)b ]
