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A forum game where your character presents a photo/any sort of memory thing to the character below, in which they react towards that item and present their own for the next character to react to.
An example goes like this:
User 1: Starts off with Ember, who shows off a birthday gift made out of igneous rocks and briefly talks about it's significance.
User 2: Has an OC who reacts/comments about the gift (ex."Who in the world gives somebody a rock for a b-day present?!") and presents their photo/item of choice. And so on and so forth.
Rules (Might add more if necessary):
1. Be kind and respectful towards the other users (and block words if considered offensive).
2. Post IC (I don't mind if you post the same character over and over again). Also, nothing too NSFW.
3. Make sure to claim and finish your post (as well as make the character of choice be accessible)!
"Hey, that's pretty!" She admired the crystal and its sparkle, smiling slightly. "I wish I could make jewels. Maybe you could make me one too?" Tilting her head, she boldly lifted the hem of her skirt to show off a deep purple marking on her inner thigh. It seemed to be some sort of symbol. "I got this from a demon. Not as pretty as a crystal, but it's kinda cool, right?"
Dollie grasped the other woman's thigh, clearly not caring if she passed Haruka's boundaries in any way, and frowned.
"Is this a tattoo? I hate tattoos. They ruin the meat, you know." She huffed, tapping her fingers on the marking before straightening her back, and gestured towards the apron she was wearing. "This was my adoptive father's apron back when he was still around. I fixed it up a bit, of course, to fit my tastes better, but it was still his. I really miss him." She mumbled the last words quietly before smiling brightly, as if she hadn't said a thing.
"Oh, that apron looks quite nice." She stated. "For me, I've only got a few things: some photos of my sister and me, my group and my tanto- it's got an engraving on it." She unsheathes her tanto. It says "Bound by our blades". "I got this done because I was trained by a former member of my country's army, I respected her greatly."
Chris stared at the photos and the shining blade. "How nice," he said laconically. "I like the engraving."
He then pulled out an old hardcover textbook that had clear duct tape on the spine. The front read "Basic Chemistry, Vol. I." It was falling apart. A lot of the pages were on the verge of falling out, the outer fabric of the cover had many holes, and it had the most peculiar smell. As he took it, he opened it gingerly and held it up to his eyes.
"Here was my first look at my field of study," Chris said with a deep sigh. "A lot of the information is outdated, but I still like to flip through the pages."
Avala looks over the the pages though outdated most of it would become as time evolved and people would learn. "It's always good to keep core curriculum books progress is always a good thing in science,I do the same actually."
They pull a book out showing all sorts of animal and plants species native to the mountains. "I use this book to help with keeping records of things that go extinct or endangered, especially since our planet has new visitors and residence all the time some introduction of animals have either increased or decreased."
"Oooh, how interesting! How long did this take you to make?" Taesora turned the pages gingerly, careful to keep the book in its prime condition. "I didn't realize there were so many different kinds of plants. Oh, it's too bad this lovely flower is labeled extinct..."
She hands back the book and pulls a small object out of her pocket. Grinning, she explains, "See this necklace? I sto- ahem, acquired it from a... rather lucky friend. Unfortunately for him, it seems his luck has finally run out!" She hands the jewelry over. On a simple chain dangles a silver four-leafed clover charm.
"Fascinating!" Asphodel took the necklace and handled it with extreme care, rubbing a thumb over the silver charm. "You can feel the lucky energy radiating from it! This is quite the enchantment! Though the enchantment's binding is actually rather feeble, so I would be very careful with the chain--should it ever break, boom! All of the luck will pour right out of it and you'll be left with just a pretty little pendant. So do take good care of this! It's a very interesting piece of jewelry, and I'm surprised your friend even considered giving it up--though I'm sure he thought you needed the luck more!"
Asphodel carefully produced a velvet pouch, deep purple in color, and embroidered with glittering silver sigils. Opening the pouch, it poured the contents into the palm of its hand. It didn't seem like anything special--just a few chunks of bone-like material that glittered a pale gold and, to those sensitive to it, pulsed with a great deal of magical energy. "This may not seem like much, but it's the one remnant I have left of my time as an angel in the heavens. When I fell, my halo broke--" it motioned to the four horns on its head, "--and became these. Even though I do not regret the decisions I have made, I do keep these as a reminder of all those that I cared about that I left behind. I do sometimes wonder how they are faring nowadays..."
“never seen something like this.. you should make sure nothing destroyed it” he mumbled while looking at the hat. It sounds like it was something special for the other in front of him. Maybe he should show him something similar?
a little sigh escaped his lips before he touched the fur around his waist. “this.. most of my family was killed by hunters.. they let me keep the fur of my brother” he doesn't seem all that sad about that fact. “he still keeps me warm in the winter.. you think it would make him happy to know that I still keep him near me?”
Freya raises an eyebrow, staring blankly at the pelt. "... So that came from your brother? Wow." Freya says with a slight shiver, stroking some fur on her shoulder. "If you're putting that thing to use and he gets along with you, I guess he'd be satisfied. Y'know about winter with the cold... Keeps huddled together in situations."
"...I don't bring many things when traveling." Freya states, taking out a survival knife from her holster and wrapping it around a dogtag with the name Felix Atabis. "Both were my pa's. The first one's a gift when we went out camping." Freya sighs. After a small silence, Freya blurts out, "You should easily piece out the second one."
Jules laughs awkwardly, "I can't relate to the kids part, but yes time passes by so fast. Things as you know it change so quickly." He turns away with a dark expression, "My childhood wasn't so great. My father wasn't really around. And when he was...." He shook his head and coughed, to avoid going into his past. "You should check up on your son."
Jules nervously twirled his thumbs, and points to the scar on his face. "This scar was given to me when I was very young. I was 11 years old and attacked by dogs. My dad brought home a guard dog. One time he was drunk and hit me, the dog being trained to defend, he attacked me when he thought I was threatening his owner."
"Must have been one hell of a night for you, especially with being such a young kid then." Francis leaned, studying the starring more closely, letting out a low whistle. "you are out of his house right?" he said with a cocked eyebrow "you must be absurd to stay within that household."
Francis lifted his shirt, just riding above his stomach line to show scarred wounds on his hipbone "I was a trader back in the 1800s, well I was quite a while but I had to sneak to get supplies and cargo across areas during the war of 1812. But it's hell when it's nighttime and your own side doesn't know it's you who's lurking about. My own capital city shot me, she presumed I was one of the Englishmen or militia. It went straight clear my hipbone and out, Remy was distress over it for months and honestly I won't let her forget about it."