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daybreakacademy2019-04-01 04:43 pm
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Entry tags:
- adelaide cooke: original,
- hat kid: a hat in time,
- hieke: original,
- héctor rivera: coco,
- imelda rivera: coco,
- jailbreak: original,
- james griffin: voltron,
- ky kiske: guilty gear,
- maverick taylor: no end,
- maya matlin: degrassi,
- nana daiba: revue starlight,
- rex arany: original,
- snatcher: a hat in time,
- tokidoki rikugou: amatsuki,
- ⨯bendy: bendy and the ink machine,
- ⨯hiccup haddock iii: httyd,
- ⨯isabel guerra: paranatural,
- ⨯michael: the good place,
- ⨯shuuya kano: kagerou daze
When You Made Wishes: start! (player plot)
Imagine Wist's surprise when April rolled around and their plan for a great prank was foiled on account of all those students just...leaving??? Truly, they have become the April fool... It's what they wanted, of course -- for the pitiful humans to find freedom -- and sure there are some stragglers around, but...in the end, they decide to take the win and enjoy a short break of their own. Good thing, too, or they might have pulled out all their hair in frustration when Spring Break comes to an end and the swarm of students and faculty willingly return to their prison.
While settling back into the academy and resigning themselves to a routine, the people of Daybreak will be soothed by a gentle tune rising up from the forest. It isn't a song they've heard before, and yet, somehow...it's nostalgic, isn't it? The soft notes of the pan flute stir up something in their hearts, tugging at old memories and drawing forth a feeling of dissatisfaction and longing out from under them. Let the song lull them into taking a moment to withdraw from the hustle and bustle -- hey, turns out they sort of need it. Maybe they're coming down with a cold, or just some quick little bug...
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>> user M3G4M4G1CH4XX posted on April 6th, 2019:
Why did you come back? You don't have to live like this.
Weren't things better back then? Try to remember what it used to be like.
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The odd message from an iris account that doesn't exist isn't up for long before the spell kicks into the next phase. However they manifest and from when differs from person to person, but those affected will all have the bizarre experience of watching some ghost of themselves from their past be born from their soul's memory. Don't think there are those that can escape this fate just by returning at a later time, either -- Wist can keep up this panpipe nonsense all day, every day if they have to. If that what it takes to get their point across...
Good luck trying to comprehend whatever point that may be, because now Daybreak is the new home to a bunch of familiar-looking rugrats and has to contend with whatever complications they may bring along with them.
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[For more information on this plot, please see this ooc infopost!]
While settling back into the academy and resigning themselves to a routine, the people of Daybreak will be soothed by a gentle tune rising up from the forest. It isn't a song they've heard before, and yet, somehow...it's nostalgic, isn't it? The soft notes of the pan flute stir up something in their hearts, tugging at old memories and drawing forth a feeling of dissatisfaction and longing out from under them. Let the song lull them into taking a moment to withdraw from the hustle and bustle -- hey, turns out they sort of need it. Maybe they're coming down with a cold, or just some quick little bug...
>> user M3G4M4G1CH4XX posted on April 6th, 2019:Why did you come back? You don't have to live like this.
Weren't things better back then? Try to remember what it used to be like.
The odd message from an iris account that doesn't exist isn't up for long before the spell kicks into the next phase. However they manifest and from when differs from person to person, but those affected will all have the bizarre experience of watching some ghost of themselves from their past be born from their soul's memory. Don't think there are those that can escape this fate just by returning at a later time, either -- Wist can keep up this panpipe nonsense all day, every day if they have to. If that what it takes to get their point across...
Good luck trying to comprehend whatever point that may be, because now Daybreak is the new home to a bunch of familiar-looking rugrats and has to contend with whatever complications they may bring along with them.
[For more information on this plot, please see this ooc infopost!]
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Sorta! It was really weird so I wanted to check it out. But it's probably nothin'.
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I was just going to play guitar some more, but I can help you look if you like. I'm Héctor. I think I just got to this school.
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[She got a bit closer to thoroughly look him over. They do look similar enough. But, this doesn't make any sense.]
N-no way, you can't be Héctor! You gotta be taller!
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Suddenly she's getting close, squinting at him.]
Wh-what? What does that mean? I'm plenty tall! [He stands right up straight, puffing up his chest with the guitar in hand. He still looks like a scrawny weed.]
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...Buuuut, you are both a lot alike, so maybe you're right. I'm Puella, an older looking Héctor is my friend!
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Oh! You mean Señor R! [Now he gets it.] I forgot his name's Héctor too. Yeah, he's way taller. But I'll be that tall one day! Just you wait!
We're not that alike though. Señor R is super fussy. And he never plays guitar except sometimes! And he walks funny, but don't tell him I said that cause I think it might make him feel bad. Um. Anyway, mucho gusto, Puella!
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[Either way, she is happy that smol Héctor knows big Héctor! But why Señor R..?]
He's not so bad! He seems to like music a lot too, but I guess he doesn't show it that much.
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[It was a little worrying, but he didn't like to worry too much. Señor R said he'd be okay.]
He's not bad. I like him! He has shown me a few guitar tricks I didn't know. It's just, I don't know, he seems kind of sad, maybe, especially when I play. Music's not supposed to make you sad all the time. That's why I went out here. And because I like playing outside. [He shrugs.]
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So I doubt your playing has anything to do with it. Besides - it sounded really good!
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I don't know. But gracias! For saying it sounded good. I can play more if you like!
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[Would be really nice to know what it is...]
[Oh well, it's something she can worry about later.] Really?I don't mind hearing some more!
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Okay! What do you want to hear? I can play whatever you want if I know the song!
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Well, actually I like Mariachi music the best! And I kind of like old songs. Like songs you hear on records. Blues and jazz and stuff. But I also like to write my own songs, sometimes... I don't have a lot yet, but I do have one that everybody likes!
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Wait, you wrote your own songs?!
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[He shifts about, pulling the guitar up closer. He looks nervously at her, up and down, then takes a breath.
He lets his fingers fall upon the strings. Slowly, his eyes close and his smile grows soft. He drifts off with the music.]
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[...However, she has grown more appreciative for art of any kind after a few months fussing with runes now. The amount of care and detail that goes into creating things usually goes unnoticed, yet it is where most of the time goes to keep it all together. Puella may not know a single note, but she can tell that Héctor must have put a lot of work into it.]
[And sat down just a little bit closer to him.]
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That- that one was mine. And I have another called El Mundo Es Mi Familia but it's kind of a silly one to sing alone. And there's some others I'm working on too but they're not ready yet.
Did... you like it...?
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Sometimes. Figuring out music and lyrics on their own is fun but putting them together can be tricky. Sometimes you gotta make a lot of pieces before you find things that work together. I have a lot of pieces... but I'd need my songbook to count them.
[He frowns a little, shifting in place.]
I think it's back home. It's this little book with red leather. I usually never leave without it. I hope no one's thrown it away...
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It's probably still waiting when you get back!
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Maybe. I don't have a lot of things... I move a lot and my stuff gets lost like that... but maybe I left it in the plaza.
[The people in the plaza would take care of it. Probably. Hopefully. Maybe Ernesto found it.
He smiles at her.]
Yeah, you're probably right. I've only been gone a little while, they gotta know it's mine.