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Do you wish to see the world? Do you seek a thrill? Are your eyes set on their worlds, curiosity burning, unable to resist their allure?

Then answer me--

Whose destiny will you allow your own to be intertwined with?

Call them out. Anything goes in this weird furball of universes. Put the name of the person you want to call out in the subject, so I'll know who to respond with. Then make up a situation or see where it goes.

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From:

relictusdeus

OH HELLO THAR. Not quite sure what sort of in-game shenanigans we should get up to, but Isaac's not going to forget Shep anytime soon. He has a delightfully good memory for whenever someone hurts him in some way. XD

From:

risingshepard

Pff, they'll surely be having fun in private storylines here until we can figure out what to do with 'em in Luceti. :P

From:

girlsdeadmonster

[Iwasawa was just starting to get used the pace of Inaba. She had been told that there was really nothing to do in a small town like this, but she didn't mind it in the very least. The peace and quiet Inaba offers might just be the thing for her to cultivate her music.

One night, she took her guitar and set out for a street corner that would be perfect for a live performance. Nothing fancy really, just her and an old acoustic guitar in hand, and (as cliche as this sounds), a song in her heart.

After tuning and making a few adjustments on her instrument, she takes out the pick from her skirt pocket, strumming the beginning chords of her song.

And then, she sang.]

The day ends while I'm searching for where I can vent my irritations to
The sky turns gray and I can't see anything beyond it
Those who feign common sense are laughing; what kind of lies will they tell next?

Can you leave the things gotten that way carefully displayed?
But I must move forward to tomorrow
So I'll sing like this...

From:

the_tv_is_a_lie

[It's late, and yet he's out here taking in an old pastime--fishing. It was hard to not get back into the habit while he was back here again, seeing that he'd literally spent all of his evenings doing it after he'd been left without the Janitoring and Tutoring Jobs last year.

He could've sworn he was hearing things near that little construct a walk away, though. It couldn't be Rise--the voice was too different, not to mention she's probably turned in by now. He wouldn't expect her to be up at these hours just singing the night away. And yet, he feels the need to take a look once he's caught his last fish of the night...something is urging him to at least see what this is about.

It was worth looking into, he eventually decided, although he really shouldn't be out here for too long. Bad things tended to happen at these hours; he learned that much from his recent incidents here in Inaba. Nonetheless, his feet eventually bring him there after he racks up the fish he caught for the night.

...Huh. Definitely not someone he recognized, nor did the song catch his ears yet. He'll observe quietly, for now.]

Edited Date: 2012-08-30 11:46 pm (UTC)

From:

girlsdeadmonster

[A small crowd has been gathering to where Iwasawa was performing, curious about the young girl who singing earnestly with her guitar. A few decided to drop a small amount of yen inside her guitar case. What made them stay was her song. It was a simple enough melody but it held a lot of emotion, like it can be seen that Iwasawa was pouring her entire heart and soul into her singing.

It was as if, she was doing it in order to save someone else with her song.

She raised her voice, the song reaching it's high point. Her eyes flutter close, letting herself get lost in the melody.]

It's you who are crying, it's you who are lonely
You're right, you're being human
Tears I've shed will say this
It's not a lie that it's so beautiful, even like this; thank you for our true selves...

[There was a brief reprieve from the song, letting the audience catch their breath as it were before she starts the next stanza.]

There are dreams you want to fulfill
and dreams you can't reach
That itself turns into a dream, turns into hope, and people are able to live on, right?

A door exists; it's waiting there
So I'll reach out my hands...

Edited Date: 2012-08-31 06:12 am (UTC)

From:

the_tv_is_a_lie

[...He suddenly couldn't help the urge to wade through the little gathering to get a better ear--though before he'd stupidly rushed in there, he put his basket of fish at the table in said construct to make sure it didn't get lost while he was checking this out. His idea of music was pretty basic, but even he could tell that she had a talent for it.

It felt nice to just put his focus on the sound...it was different from those mind-boggling pieces he'd found himself getting bits and pieces of in Tokyo, not to mention fresh. (And by mind-boggling, he means Bieber-tier terrible.)]