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Post by Miguel Hidalgo on Sept 6, 2015 16:33:59 GMT
[attr="class","afirr"] [attr="class","afir"]  [attr="class","afir1"] [attr="class","afir2"]ALL THROUGH THE LAND [attr="class","afir3"]I send a pestilence and plague into your house, into your bed, into your streams, into your streets, into your drink, into your bread, upon your cattle, on your sheep, upon your oxen in your field, into your dreams, into your sleep until you break, until you yield. I send the swarm. I send the horde. I send the thunder from the sky. I send the fire raining down. I send a hail of burning ice on ev'ry field. [attr="class","afir4"]Amber eyes watched as a wisp of smoke rose up from the tip of the cigarette nestled in between his fingers. Even after all this time, the sight of the smoke was enough to calm him despite the putrid smell and the admittedly terrible taste of this horrendous knock-off to his beloved cigars.
He chuckled to himself and raised the cigarette to his lips. Any port in a storm, he supposed as he took a slow drag from it. Not many dreamed of places where they sold cigarettes, let alone good cigars. There were an even rarer few that actually got the taste and smell just right; he'd had more than enough of the even more revolting or bland fakes that some of these silly walkers made up.
He sank into the plush red chair and took out the cigarette from his mouth. A small problem in the grand scheme of things, he'd admit, but it was the small things that gnawed at people. The single straws that broke backs, if you will. At least he was lucky enough to be in a place where he can be undisturbed to rest and relax a bit. Specifically, some dream world whose owner he still hasn't met in God knows how long since he'd found his way in here. It's not like he would find a problem in this empty old maze, right?
He blew out a cloud of smoke from his mouth. [attr="class","afir5"] MIYU SERGIUS - some things are just fate PHARAOH LEAP. [googlefont=PT Sans Narrow] [newclass=.afirr]width:500px;font:10px Verdana;text-align:justify;color:#777777;position:relative;z-index:1;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir]padding:9px;height:100px;width:100px;border:solid 1px #eeeeee;float:left;-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);-moz-filter: grayscale(100%);filter: grayscale(100%);margin-top:-12px;transition: all 1.0s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1.0s ease; -moz-transition: all 1.0s ease; -o-transition: all 1.0s ease; -ms-transition: all 1.0s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir:hover]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);-moz-filter: grayscale(0%);filter: grayscale(0%);transition: all 1.0s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1.0s ease; -moz-transition: all 1.0s ease; -o-transition: all 1.0s ease; -ms-transition: all 1.0s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir img]height:100px;width:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir1]margin-left:130px;width:359px;margin-top:-24px;padding-left:10px;height:130px;border-left:solid 1px #dddddd;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir2]background-color:#47705D;margin-top:-12px;float:left;padding:5px 10px;color:#f5f5f5;font:20px PT Sans Narrow;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir3]margin-top:29px;background-color:#eeeeee;font:8px Calibri;padding:10px;height:59px;letter-spacing:1px;overflow:hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir4]width:480px;padding:20px 10px;border-top:solid 1px #dddddd;border-bottom:solid 1px #dddddd;margin:-12px 0px -2px 0px;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir4 b]color:#47705D;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir5]background-color:#47705D;color:#f5f5f5;text-align:center;font:12px PT Sans Narrow;padding:10px 0px;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir5 a]color:#f5f5f5;font:12px PT Sans Narrow;[/newclass]
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Post by MIYU SERGIUS on Sept 7, 2015 20:31:20 GMT
 [attr="class","sylspeak"]Another night of sleep brought her to this place as usual, the place known as Aokigahara. Her feet gently settled down on the old stone steps down to her forest below, a sight she was used to by now. It was no longer nearly as intimidating as it had been when she was younger. A seemingly never ending forest of paths and twists and turns, she could easily recall the numerous times she got lost there, really. The forest still gave her chills as she wandered in, but her expression remained passive as she walked along. After many mishaps and wrong turns, she had figured out that she really needed to just trust her instincts for once. They kept telling her where to turn, letting her know she was almost there. The only thing that ate at her at the moment was the sight of the woman in the brush just out of the corner of her eye. The woman seemed to follow Miyu through the forest as always, and if anyone were with her, they may even take notice of a few visual similarities between Miyu and the specter in the woods. Miyu really hated this woman in the forest, and it took all her might to not turn and glare at her to show this. Many times she wanted to turn and scream that the woman to leave her alone, to go away or something, but she held her tongue. She’d already lashed out at her once before with unfortunate consequences. Shot back to the beginning of the maze and her time in the dream world wasted as she struggled to get through just the forest. Tonight, she stayed firm in heading towards the church, and weaving through that in silent hope of coming across the priest. As she approached the door to the hotel though, it became sadly clear she wouldn’t encounter the kind priest of her church. The thought made her frown, as she had been hoping to speak to him for a bit about some of her troubles. But, it seemed like tonight all that would comfort her woes would be her Endpoint once again. Without looking back to try in vain to spot the priest, Miyu gave up and took to pushing open the door to the hotel lobby. It was quiet as usual, pretty much barren since not many made it this far as far as she was aware. The young woman didn’t even bother to scan the place for another person as she walked down the stairs with her eyes focused intently on the envelope on the front desk. As she got off the stairs and started to cross the lobby, her steps would gradually slow as a movement nearby made her pause. Her gaze slowly drifted to the side and paused when seeing for once she actually wasn’t alone. The back of the person’s chair was to her, but she could see the smoke rising from the occupant’s cigarette. A smoker? Really? A perplexed expression slid over his face before she glanced nervously towards her Endpoint’s key. Part of her just wanted to head off to her room, but another part of her was now curious about this person that weaseled their way into her world. With a long pause though, she relented her gazing on the envelope and instead turned to investigate the man in her lobby. Pushing off a rather dull look and forcefully taking up an excited expression, Miyu took on a lovely smile as she braced herself to talk to this stranger. Stepping around his chair and moving towards the couch – as if she planned to sit down herself – she would take a moment to peek over at him, only to freeze up as she did. The smile faded, her body slowly twisted to face him, and she could only blink in an owlish fashion as she took in the sight before her. All ability to speak was lost on her as she probably looked like some deer in the headlights for a long moment. But one couldn’t blame her when they realized she was staring at the person she had only see in a frozen comatose state for the past seven years, his last waking moments forever engraved in her mind… Was he real? Or was he a new ghost for her haunted labyrinth? “ . . . Miguel?” her voice very nervously chirped out, soft and almost hard to hear. “ Is that really you?” she spoke up a bit more clearly. MADE BY ★MEULK [newclass=.sylspeak b]color:#d46969;[/newclass] [googlefont=Poiret One][newclass=.mimspe b]color:#92b8c2;[/newclass]
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Post by Miguel Hidalgo on Sept 8, 2015 3:27:08 GMT
[attr="class","afirr"] [attr="class","afir"]  [attr="class","afir1"] [attr="class","afir2"]ALL THROUGH THE LAND [attr="class","afir3"]I send a pestilence and plague into your house, into your bed, into your streams, into your streets, into your drink, into your bread, upon your cattle, on your sheep, upon your oxen in your field, into your dreams, into your sleep until you break, until you yield. I send the swarm. I send the horde. I send the thunder from the sky. I send the fire raining down. I send a hail of burning ice on ev'ry field. [attr="class","afir4"]The cigarette froze halfway to Miguel's lips when he heard the sound of steps inside the lobby. Sounds he had never heard in all of the times he had been here before. Either something in the dream had changed or someone had finally pulled their head out of their ass long enough to reach this point of this mysterious dream world. After a moment, he realized that a show of weakness would never do against an unknown, even one as minute as this form of surprise. So he raised the cigarette from his lips.
However, before he was able to take a drag a flash of pink entered his line of vision. He turned his head a bit to take a good look, only for his eyes to widen and his cigarette to fall from suddenly nerveless fingers.
His memory for women's faces had always been good, but there was one particular one that he could never forget. How could he forget the very last face he had seen before he had been condemned to what felt like an eternity in the dream world?
And now... she was right here. In the flesh. Either this dream world was playing tricks on him... or by some bizzare twist of fate, she was what he had been - a dream walker.
Miguel couldn't dwell on it as her voice snapped him out of his thoughts and the worst of his shock. His eyes snapped to hers as he stared at her for a few moments before finally willing himself to reply.
"I could ask the same thing of you, my dear." He casually remarked while pushing away any sort of surprise or awe that may seep in, turning on the charm in the process. "This realm has a way with messing with reality." His lips quirked up into an easy smile, hoping to put her at ease to hopefully let her guard down. "But even if you were an illusion, you're still quite the sight for sore eyes. The years have treated you well." He then chuckled as he remembered something. "How long has it been since I've seen you anyway? I forget."
At his feet, the smoke slowly rose from his cigarette, which lay all but forgotten. [attr="class","afir5"] MIYU SERGIUS - some things are just fate PHARAOH LEAP. [googlefont=PT Sans Narrow] [newclass=.afirr]width:500px;font:10px Verdana;text-align:justify;color:#777777;position:relative;z-index:1;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir]padding:9px;height:100px;width:100px;border:solid 1px #eeeeee;float:left;-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);-moz-filter: grayscale(100%);filter: grayscale(100%);margin-top:-12px;transition: all 1.0s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1.0s ease; -moz-transition: all 1.0s ease; -o-transition: all 1.0s ease; -ms-transition: all 1.0s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir:hover]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);-moz-filter: grayscale(0%);filter: grayscale(0%);transition: all 1.0s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1.0s ease; -moz-transition: all 1.0s ease; -o-transition: all 1.0s ease; -ms-transition: all 1.0s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir img]height:100px;width:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir1]margin-left:130px;width:359px;margin-top:-24px;padding-left:10px;height:130px;border-left:solid 1px #dddddd;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir2]background-color:#47705D;margin-top:-12px;float:left;padding:5px 10px;color:#f5f5f5;font:20px PT Sans Narrow;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir3]margin-top:29px;background-color:#eeeeee;font:8px Calibri;padding:10px;height:59px;letter-spacing:1px;overflow:hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir4]width:480px;padding:20px 10px;border-top:solid 1px #dddddd;border-bottom:solid 1px #dddddd;margin:-12px 0px -2px 0px;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir4 b]color:#47705D;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir5]background-color:#47705D;color:#f5f5f5;text-align:center;font:12px PT Sans Narrow;padding:10px 0px;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir5 a]color:#f5f5f5;font:12px PT Sans Narrow;[/newclass]
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