interstellar5555 | ☆TRACK VII: IN REACHING OUT PT. 1

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☆TRACK VII: IN REACHING OUT PT. 1

Who: Everyone in Pride and Virgo HQ.
What: Ghosts need your help.
When: The evening of January 30th, 2055
Where: Pride and Virgo HQ.
Warnings: Phantasmal violence, possibly some real violence.

“Hold your colours against the wall,
When they take everything away,
Hold your colours against the wall,
With me (soaking through)”

☆IN REACHING OUT

Starting around the 20th of January, the heavy lockdown and supervision of the musicians of both labels will begin to fade. While they still require escorts to be out and about, the guards that have been routinely stalking them around their own homes and HQs will be gradually phased out, until it is just the regular managers and security remaining. Sweet deal, right? Over a month after the hysteria of the ill-fated solstice party, things seem to be finally letting up a little. Whether because you've played nice for long enough, or whether their attentions are being directed elsewhere, it isn't clear.

Either way, this is the also the start of some increasingly familiar paranormal activity. All the way back to the first tour of this generation of musicians, members of both Pride and Virgo have found themselves haunted by strange and inexplicable happenings. Starting on the 23rd, these happenings begin to flare up again - lights switching on and off, TVs starting on their own, and even things falling off of shelves unprovoked. (These minor happenings can be made up by you and don't need to be mod designated - however, they should not be anything that would be threatening or dangerous to the characters.) For some people this will be completely new, and for others it may even be faintly nostalgic.

This will continue until the night of the 30th, when things finally seem to come into swing. The hauntings will become more pointed and explicit. The details are specific to each HQ, and there and you can make yourself open to an NPC haunting down below.

☆PRIDE RECORDS

About halfway through the evening on the 30th, Predator will begin prowling the halls of Pride HQ. At first it won't be clear for what, but after catching a few snippets of conversation (this can be handwaved) characters will have a change to realize that they are looking for the ghosts that have been causing a fuss recently. How crazy this will sound to you will probably depend on how new you are. They will actively shake down random musicians they meet for information about what they've seen the last couple days. As usual, Jenny is leading the pack, with Cass and Donny (nsfw) providing back up muscle.

Provided you lie well or tell them the truth, they will move along fairly quickly. If you start shit with them, they will probably rough you up a little. Any major confrontations with them will be handled on the companion OOC post, and a few top levels may appear over here that can be tagged into in limited amounts.

Beyond those activities, Pride members will feel various effects based on their EMOTIONAL ALIGNMENTS:

► ALL: Their connection and desire to create music will be especially heightened. They will find themselves subconsciously beginning to tap out rhythms, hum, peck at instruments, or straight up sing things even when it would otherwise be totally inappropriate. Strong emotions will cause them to want to sing and play to each other. They may also feel very strongly that they want to dance, to a particularly addictive beat that seems to emanate from the air. It may shift and change as the night goes on, but at any given moment everyone will hear the same rhythm. It sounds like particularly great percussion.

► LOVE & DUTY: They will have no extra special effects, but they will feel this urge to create music even more strongly than the rest, as it seems to be focused on them as they are not being directly targeted by any other sensations. When Hope and Passion musicians hear music made by these characters, they will feel stronger, like energy is being gifted to them.

► HOPE: Characters of this alignment will feel increasingly like they are being drawn somewhere, or like someone is calling for them, but they can't quite make out the direction it's coming from. The aspect of hope will be empowered within them, and they will find themselves unusually trusting towards the other characters, as if they only have the most optimistic outcomes in mind. Beyond this, they may feel dazed or confused by the sensations they are feeling. They may also experience strange visions, or the sensation of being another person they are not (and not just their true self this time, someone else completely).

► PASSION: Characters of passion will be targeted by the 'hauntings' much more directly than the others. More than random acts, the hauntings around them seem like someone is actively trying to communicate with them. Sometimes it will even feel like someone is trying to speak in their heads, though they won't quite be able to make it out. Passion characters who request haunting instances will get the most major effects.

☆VIRGO ENTERTAINMENT

Soon after things start to get extra weird on the 30th, Juno and a couple Virgo veterans (Anansi and a man you recognize as a popular folk artist named Brett Hogan) will start wandering the halls. They will pull individuals aside for questioning in private rooms, asking about the strange occurrences. They will not attempt to rough anyone up, but excessively resistance or attempts at violence towards them may result in characters being locked in their rooms for the rest of the night.

All three of them seem particularly hard to lie to for some reason, tonight. It's possible, but while you make the effort to do so, the words seem to be on the verge of falling out of your mouth. Juno seems to have something very particular in mind as she searches the HQ, like she can see something you can't. There will also be top levels for these guys appearing.

Beyond those activities, Pride members will feel various effects based on their EMOTIONAL ALIGNMENTS:

► ALL: Their connection and desire to create music will be especially heightened. They will find themselves subconsciously beginning to tap out rhythms, hum, peck at instruments, or straight up sing things even when it would otherwise be totally inappropriate. Strong emotions will cause them to want to sing and play to each other. They may also feel very strongly that they want to dance, to a particularly addictive tune that seems to emanate from the air. It may shift and change as the night goes on, but at any given moment everyone will hear the same song. It sounds like someone riffing expertly on a guitar.

► HOPE & PASSION: They will have no extra special effects, but they will feel this urge to create music even more strongly than the rest, as it seems to be focused on them as they are not being directly targeted by any other sensations. When Love and Duty musicians hear music made by these characters, they will feel stronger, like energy is being gifted to them.

► LOVE: Characters of this alignment will feel increasingly like they are being drawn somewhere, or like someone is calling for them, but they can't quite make out the direction it's coming from. The aspect of love will be empowered within them, and they will find themselves unusually loving, connected, and emotionally open to others, even if this would usually be out of character. (This can also mean they are more inclined to get physically intimate, if you want to.) Beyond this, they may feel dazed or confused by the sensations they are feeling. They may also experience strange visions, or the sensation of being another person they are not (and not just their true self this time, someone else completely).

► DUTY: Characters of duty will be targeted by the 'hauntings' much more directly than the others. More than random acts, the hauntings around them seem like someone is actively trying to communicate with them. Sometimes it will even feel like someone is trying to speak in their heads, though they won't quite be able to make it out. Duty characters who request haunting instances will get the most major effects.

☆PLOT NOTE

This will be a two part event, and the second part will be posted in a few days and will only include those that choose to help the spirits. This can be discussed OOC. Any alignment can assist, though the Passions from Pride and the Duties from Virgo will be the most directly pursued because they will be the easiest for the spirits to communicate with. Realize that participating is serious business, though: there are good odds the characters will be caught eventually, and there will be consequences. Do not volunteer your characters for this plot if you don't want them to suffer potential physical or mental trauma.

“Fading gently, soaking through,
And starting not to show at all.
In reaching out and into you, 
nothing else could touch me.”

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If you need a haunting, post a top level here! The top level must have actual content, and explain what your character is doing at the time of the haunting. It can be anything, but you need to set the scene.

[Genos is curled up on the couch of their penthouse, with a guitar in his hands and a notebook to his side. He strums out a few chords and starts humming out a tune. The music's coming along nicely enough, even if the lyrics in the book are mostly scribbled out. The things he writes don't sound quite strong enough.

The television's on but he's not paying much attention to it.]

One punch, that's it
He always wins-

Edited 2016-01-24 07:18 (UTC)

It's been a very odd few days, to say the least. Rarity can't say what's been the worst bit - the lights in her room that flickered continually; her makeup refusing to stay on its shelf; or the news that there was some unrest among Virgo's more popular musicians, and that a few had taken to wandering the halls.

Well. It certainly didn't have anything to do with her.

The one thing Rarity couldn't ignore was the itch in her fingers and her inability to keep them still. There was a song in there trying to get out, and there was simply nothing she could do except give in to it. To that end, she'd taken her violin down to a lounge and tuned it carefully. She took a deep breath, and then another, giving herself a moment to think. The itch was still there; there was nothing for it.

She raised her bow and began to play.

[In the privacy of her bathroom, the steam of her shower helping to fog up the mirror- and any cameras her paranoia whispers might actually be there- Luce takes out a certain ring.]

[Dangerous, she knows, to keep it around her neck on a thin chain of silver hidden beneath her clothes, but it's even moreso to hide it in her room where the searching hands and sharp eyes of housekeeping could find it. It's so hard to know who to trust here outside her band, yet somehow.... That feels familiar.]

[She thinks of the vision where there was blood at her feet. And, looking at the ring that seems to fit perfectly on her finger, metal extended gracefully in the shape of wings from a stone of brilliant gleaming orange when it had been dull gray before- ]

[They all lay bright and powerful in their box, just like they had the day her mother had first shown them to her, and Luce reaches out with a hand that is not quite that of a child's to trace a finger over each of them. She knows the order of them by heart, even if the gems are all as colorless as the metal they're set in.]

[Rain. Cloud. Mist. Lightning. Sun. Storm. Then, at the top, what she's reaching for-]

The sky.

[She murmurs it to herself in a quiet daze, bathrobe still wrapped around her and the shower forgotten even for how humid the room gets.]

It's been strange, his clothes had ruffled whenever he was nowhere close to them. His laptop flickered whenever he used it. Well, whatever it's not going to stop him from playing.

So he follows her in, setting up his drums and giving her a good beat to work with. He wasn't lying when he said he was good.

[Garnet is reading a music magazine in her bedroom, reading and frowning at some of the reviews of music. Especially with some of the Pride Records. "Pride losing their pride"? This has to be a pro-Virgo rag.

Still, it must be train wreck syndrome, because she's still reading it. Once she's done, she's going to continue working on the newest album of Cosmic Indulgence. It's pretty quick after their last one, but honestly, she knows she still needs to write music - memories and three eyes or no. Its her job.]

Hmm...hmm.

[Wow, Xanxus did something crazy again. Who knows if its true, but she wouldn't be surprised if it was.]

[Fetch is coming off of a really nice high and, as per usual, is aching for more right after she sobers up. But she knows that she should eat and drink some water before that happens, so she's taking her time and making the world's cheesiest, fluffiest omelette in the kitchen of her penthouse.]

[he's only slept five hours in three days-- it's not enough but he can't sleep. The music keeps coming at him relentlessly, wanting him to write it down, to give it life. He's already got most of the beats for the album down, at least the preliminary ones, so he's at the piano in the pride lounge now, playing something soft and light as sweat beads on his forehead.

He has such a great idea, but it's an elusive one. If only he can catch it.]

[ It's fuck o'clock in the morning. Three, maybe four. He's cooped up in the area that serves as the kitchen, sitting cross-legged on one of the chairs, writing almost obsessively, a pile of notes and books on the table next to him. ]

[ Nothing unusual, really. He often does shit like this. He's been extra fired up since he figured out he can still play with that stupid fake hand, though. It's still covered by a glove, though the rest of his usual dress had been exchanged for a hoodie and slacks for the night. ]

[ ...for a moment, he feels like he's not alone and raises his head from the scribbled pages. ]

[ Ivan plucks a few stings of his shamisen while sitting on his bed. He's still wearing his yukata that he wears to sleep (as much of it as he can get), and his hair hasn't even been brushed yet. Sheets, blankets, and pillows are a mess around him. Today feels like a day when he'll skip on as much as possible and work on suppressing that feel he gets when his power wants to activate. Like he feels now.

But, he can't seem to get a song out of his head. Ivan shuffles a bit and plays a few more notes. Focus on the music. Accept that the urge to shapeshift is there, but breathe and focus on the music.

He sees himself in a gym area throwing shuriken towards a round target hanging on a partition. The shuriken aren't so haphazardly thrown anymore like they had in an earlier memory. They fly truer towards their target and strike closer to where he wants them to.

Breathe. Focus. Throw. A thunk. It hits the target, but it's not dead center.

Breathe. Focus. Pluck. A note.

Breathe. Focus. Throw. A thunk. A bullseye.

He will become a hero that people can depend on, who can protect people. He won't stay in the background anymore.

Ivan lowers his bachi and shamisen. That... was another vision-memory, wasn't it? ]

... Maybe I should start thinking about who I am instead...

They say that music is a weird kind of passion; when you fall for it, you fall hard. There's nothing more appealing than the ring of your favorite instrument in the air, or the steady beat of a tempo that makes your heart pound. Hearing it is one thing, but whenever you're actually participating in making the sound happen, it's something else entirely. It's a kind of bliss that's hard to explain, but it's a hell of a ride.

The sound of a violin is what draws Marty's attention to the room ahead, followed by a steady beat. Playing something, anything had been absolutely nagging at him all day, and it seemed that he wasn't the only one who felt this way. This would make playing all the more better, wouldn't it?

Marty picks up an electric guitar nearby, twisting the turning keys without even playing a single note. Marty didn't need to hear to tune. He just knew. He lets it sit comfortably against his hip, waits for that one right moment for entry, and lets his fingers fly.

[ The tv blares, but Marty hardly pays attention. The computer's screen brightens up now and then, always alerting him of Twitter's feed. Stuff happens here and there, but he doesn't even notice. Marty's completely dedicated to the music that's blaring away inside of his head, and the notes he plays on his guitar.

He doesn't take the liberty of jotting down notes, or anything to record his sudden inspiration. His brain tells his fingers to place themselves on these strings, and his other hand strums away. To some, it may sound like he's playing a bunch of crap; it's more like the heavy metal of old where all you did was throw up a bunch of notes and slam your super expensive guitar into the ground after then. But just having at it like that is soothing, in a way. It's a freedom of expression that Marty absolutely loves.

The music moves him; he sways left and right, growing more erratic the faster he plays. Soon Marty is completely out of control, to the point where he's playing the guitar from behind and over his head, performing all kinds of crazy tricks that would probably be cringeworthy in some places. But he absolutely loves this.

Something spurs Marty to hop onto his bed, shoes and all, only to turn just as quick and leap off of the edge. At the exact moment he jumps, he strums hard, and-

There's a crowd among a sea of blue. They bob and weave and dance, all spinning in rhythm with the guitar. A saxophone. A cello to his side. A drummer has at it behind him; Marty can feel the vibrations of the drums through his bones. In front of him is a microphone. He's performing, front stage. This entire performance is his.

He can feel himself continuously sucking in air, only to release it just as hard. It almost feels like he's singing, but Marty's not sure quite what yet. It must be good though, because the people in front of him are going absolutely crazy. They're all dressed in suits and dresses, and there is not one of them standing still. The building around them says gym, but the decorations say sea. Water. A dance.

The kids are happy because it's been a good night filled with punch, dancing, maybe a few kisses here and there in the dark where that disciplinary guy won't find you. But Marty's celebrating for a different reason: the couple square in the middle, stuck in the crowd with smiles plastered onto their faces. She's dressed in pink, he's in a white tux. They look absolutely smitten, and the feeling it gives him is almost indescribable.

He's safe, they're all safe. Safe and sound again, in good old-

Marty finds himself standing in the middle of his room. The only thing that makes any kind of noise is the tv, which he totally forgot was on. His laptop was probably almost dead; he keeps forgetting to plug that damn thing in. As he goes to fix this problem, that image plays over again in his mind. It's kind of weird, since...it didn't really come from anywhere, did it? ]

...The hell was that?

1 - I Love You Man

Greg is... distracted. Anyone's likely to find him wandering the halls of Virgo HQ, brow faintly furrowed, clearly looking for something. It's around here somewhere, he's sure of it--except he doesn't know what it is, or why he wants to find it, or what he'll do if he does.

All that's quick to wash away as soon as he sees you. Confusion washes away with a warm, genuine smile.

"Oh man. When's the last time we saw each other? You'd think we'd cross paths more, we live together!" He may go so far as to throw a chummy hand around a shoulder, regardless of how close you are. "My fault, I ought to be making time for my team. How've you been? Are you holding up all right?"

2 - And Then Things Get Weird

No one should be surprised to see Greg playing music. It's only ever taken the sparsest of reasons for Greg to pull out an instrument and begin strumming, or start making up lyrics out of thin air. When he's thinking too hard, when he's not thinking at all, and most especially when he's emotional. Greg is a very emotional person. He's been feeling extra emotional, today.

But when he starts to play, things are going to get surprising. Small, winking stars of light spark into the air around him, lights in the common area dimming or changing color to fit the music, warm gusts of wind picking up to dramatically blow through hair.

Greg is too caught up in the music to even notice.

Rarity has had about enough of the lights in her room turning on and off of their own volition, and she's headed out into the penthouse kitchen for a drink. She's not surprised to see Greg wandering around - perhaps his lights are misbehaving too - but she is a bit worried to see him so...well, unfocused isn't quite the word, but it's clear he's not entirely present. "Greg? Are you alright?"

The lights have nothing on Greg's sudden shift in behavior. "Ah- I saw you this morning, at breakfast- it's- are you sure you're alright?" Because this is odd, even for Greg.

"Sorry, sorry." He waves off her concern with a faint laugh. "I'm fine! I'm just..." He trails off a moment, trying to find the right words. "I want to make sure you're adjusting to everything. It can get intense around here. You been feeling all right? Anything giving you a hard time?"

Doctor enjoys the chance to stop and watch one of his friends perform and he cheers a little whenever a particularly impressive part of the song is masterfully sung or played. Wind blows through Greg's hair and Doctor thinks for a moment that it's a fan but when the lights there in the usually calm Virgo HQ lounge start to blink and change colors he starts looking around for signs of stage techs.

If Greg catches Doctor's expression it has changed from supportive cheering to confused silence.

[Cloud's trying to think about what the hauntings could possibly be, but his mind keeps wandering and he's powerless to do anything about it. All he wants to do is what he's ended up doing - sitting at his keys, set to a bland piano sample, and fiddling with chords, daydreaming about an idea that's been stuck on his head. He's become attached to the concept of a sort of vibrant urban samurai, a rock-and-roll ronin high on the city around him, and it's concerning because he doesn't usually come up with original ideas, so he must have stolen it from somewhere.

He wonders if it was what Yuffie was talking about, the beautiful city with the tower. He wonders what Yuffie's up to right now. He wants to be held onto, to touch someone, just to feel someone next to him, to bask in that stream that connected everyone alive to one another -

Forget it, he tells himself, setting up his playing to record into the DAW and immediately losing any tune he had. He's right on edge, fingers spread out and elbows poised, waiting for something significant and beautiful to pull him somewhere. But that's fine, he decides, stopping the recording, not every evening can be a productive evening.]

{Haru's become used to the imaginings of funerals and the crawling feeling that she's always being watched or followed, looking over her shoulder for suits or people that aren't Virgos fine security minions. She knows there's something wrong with her, she shouldn't feel like she's on the run all the time, but nothing's stopping it. She still dreams of falling off bridges and not dying.

The past couple of nights, though, instead of waking up crying or terrified, she wakes up with her feet already on the floor and in motion like she's going somewhere. She gravitates to her bandmates' doors and stands there wishing and hoping for something, but she's not sure if they're the company she's seeking. She just wants to reach out and hold someone, take care of them, do anything they need and show her love for them.

This isn't a foreign feeling. She always wants to show people she cares, but she's never felt like it this much. She's never had this compulsion to-She doesn't even know what the compulsion is, but whatever it is she thinks it's getting worse. She can hardly feel her usual paranoia through it and sometimes during practice when she looks at her hands on her mallets or sticks she doesn't recognize them anymore.

It happens the worst at night when she's failed to knock on anyone's bedroom and she trails instead to her instruments picking up the soft headed mallets she knows will make he quietest smoothest sound, and then failing to hold them properly. She's expecting different fingers, a different arm's length and her first note is struck on the incorrect bar.}

Haru's become used to the imaginings of funerals and the crawling feeling that she's always being watched or followed, looking over her shoulder for suits or people that aren't Virgos fine security minions. She knows there's something wrong with her, she shouldn't feel like she's on the run all the time, but nothing's stopping it. She still dreams of falling off bridges and not dying.

The past couple of nights, though, instead of waking up crying or terrified, she wakes up with her feet already on the floor and in motion like she's going somewhere. She gravitates to her bandmates' doors and stands there wishing and hoping for something, but she's not sure if they're the company she's seeking. She just wants to reach out and hold someone, take care of them, do anything they need and show her love for them.

This isn't a foreign feeling. She always wants to show people she cares, but she's never felt like it this much. She's never had this compulsion to-She doesn't even know what the compulsion is, but it's certainly making her useful around the penthouse. She's been picking up after people and cooking even more than usual. She's making warm filling dishes, and sweets from scratch. She's reaching out and touching, even when she knows certain people don't enjoy contact as much as she does.

It's likely she's made too much to feed even her ravenous or munchie-laden band, so she'll be taking deliveries to the other band's apartments as an excuse to search the building from top to bottom for the thing niggling at her she can't find. She's looking for someone this time, rather than being hunted for. If she sees you in the halls her smile with be even brighter than usual. She'll reach out a hand on your arm, ask if you're busy.

"Do you need help with anything?"

No, she doesn't really know you, but she would like to get to know you better.

{ooc: ViP can be in their apartment. Other Virgo, could be delivering food, in the hallways, anywhere, really. I'm down for her to get overly intimate platonic-ly or amorously, anything in between, or turned away and upset by it.}

[ Roy intended to go to sleep three hours before but he found his mind swarming with so many ideas and words it was impossible to relax. He sits in the desk chair in his large new bedroom strumming out different chords and short melodies, stopping here and there to write what he likes on one of the several papers spread across his desk. Perhaps bringing in another instrument to compose on would help, he considers.

He finds himself growing dizzy and assumes it's sleepiness catching up to him but a moment later he sees visions and feels movement like he's walking up stairs. Old wooden steps following a man much taller than him- he feels slightly shorter- is he younger? "I expect you to clean the lab every day. Do not touch anything on my desk. You will stay in the guest room here..." The man is saying as they climb the staircase. Lab? As in science lab? It feels like he's being stared at. Roy turns his head to look down and sees the girl again he had seen in his last vision standing at the bottom of the stairs, staring up at him curiously with large brown eyes. He feels something tighten in his chest. It's just the second time he's seeing this girl in his mind and yet he feels something strong when she appears.

Roy shakes off the vision and after setting his pen and guitar aside, he throws himself onto his bed. That was an odd fantasy at best. Better try again to sleep before he REALLY loses it. ]

Where was it? Where the hell was it?! He'd had it just a second ago. He actually woken up at a normal hour. At least normal for him and had been getting ready to start his morning (actually mid-afternoon.) That required a shower and a shave. He'd gotten everything ready for it. Set everything out, including his favorite razor and his nice manly cologne.

He'd forgotten something in the other room and has just put down his personal grooming equipment. Put it right there on the bathroom sink and now. Now it was just gone.

He swore to G-O-D that he had just put it there. "All right. Who's the chucklefuck that took my stuff?"

[It's the middle of the night and Terry's at his desk, headphones in while he messes with some sounds, trying to come up with ideas for this new album. Notebook out next to his keyboard to jot down ideas and settings. Lyrics. Etc. It's pretty much standard fair for him, but right now he's in the zone. He can definitely get the skeleton for a song down tonight.]

[The weird flickering lights and the fact that some of their electronic devices go static-y isn't enough to stop him from playing or writing.

In fact, he's got a whole lot more lyrics than he usually writes, with the desired accompaniment.

He's humming as he makes his way down to a practice room, and the image of that man comes back to his mind. That man's amazing strength and the way he was so relaxed when Genos was sitting at his table.

He can't figure out his emotions regarding the man, if he wants to be like him or just be with him. But he was there to save Genos before he was entirely destroyed.

So as he starts walking down to a studio he starts singing under his breath, cheeks a bit red. He can't help being the slightest bit embarrassed as he goes through the lyrics.]

Where have all the heroes gone
And where are all the gods?
Where's my street-wise guardian
To fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a caped man that could take the lead?
Late at night I toss and I turn and I know exactly who I need

I need my hero
I'm holding out for my hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be tough
And he's gotta be quick
And he's gotta be wearing red and white
I need a hero
I'm holding out for my hero 'til the end of the fight
He's gotta be set
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be stronger than life

[As a drummer, Roxas is coming to find how important having quality drum sticks can be. But even with the right equipment, the hands, wrists, arms, feet and body all need extra focus, to ensure great coordination, control and speed. Tonight is going to be dedicated on improving grip strength with.. a bag of rice.

Hey, it works.

So, while sitting in an office chair that rotates (because those are the only ones worthy of sitting in times like this) and spinning slowly in it, with giant headphones on of course, Roxas will be here with a decent sized bag of rice in grip, practicing squeezing and releasing while filling his head with obscenely loud beats that any passerby could hear.

Maybe during these exercises something will come to mind, something to feed his currently malnourished creativity. If only this bag of rice was creativity, he'd ~~cook it~~ find someone to cook it and eat it.]

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☆TRACK VII: IN REACHING OUT PT. 1

PRIDE HAUNTINGS

VIRGO HAUNTINGS

Genos | Duty Alignment

Virgo Jam Session!

no subject

no subject

Garnet | Love Alignment

Fetch | Passion Alignment

Sabo | Duty Aligment

Superbia Squalo // Duty

Ivan Karelin | Duty

was i supposed to threadjack i'm sorry

Marty | Duty

Greg | Love

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Cloud | Love alignment

Haru Miura - Love Alignment

Haru Miura - Love Alignment

Roy | Duty | Come freak out the newbie 8D

Xanxus | Passion Alignment

Terry | Passion

Genos | Duty Alignment

Roxas | Hope