If you'd like to apply to Snowblind and would like to test the waters first or get a sample set up for your application, this meme is for you! We've even provided some prompts for you to use if you want (but feel free to make up your own). Here's how it works.
✭ Reply to this entry with a character you're considering apping into the game. You can include the name of your character and the fandom in your subject line. ✭ Comment around to others on the meme, whether you're in the game already or not. ✭ Now you have a sample ready for your application! ✭ So go reserve and apply when reservations and applications are open. ✭ Seriously, do it.
Network Prompts
ONE: WAKEY WAKEY You're drawn out of your slumber when your tablet emits an earsplitting SCREECH. No amount of shaking it or hitting it will get it to shut up for five whole minutes, but at the very end it cuts itself off what sounds like a piercing scream. Well, that was weird. Maybe you should check in on the network - someone might have an idea of what that was. Or maybe they'll be just as lost as you are. At least you can all be confused together...
TWO: DON'T LET THE BEDBUGS BITE... It's past curfew, and you've been locked in for the night. But for some reason, you just can't manage to get to sleep. Nightmares giving you grief? General insomnia problems? Well, at least you've got the network to keep you company. Maybe you can get someone to tell you a bedtime story.
Action Prompts
THREE: INCONVENIENCE STORE Congratulations, you've managed to stumble upon the Mallard River Market! But you're not alone. Among the shelves of junk food (just as well-stocked as you would expect from any normal store) you'll find one - or more! - other people there with you. Here's hoping you're not both after the same box of Frosted Toaster Pastries, because things could get ugly fast. Don't linger too long, either; at 7PM, you'll be compelled to leave whether you want to or not and will only have about an hour to find somewhere to take shelter...
FOUR: RUN RUN RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN It's late. It's cold. There's a bunch of snow around you and you can sort of make out vague shapes in the distance that might be buildings, but in these conditions it's hard to tell. Regardless of what they are, though, you're going to want to hustle - if it hits 8PM and you're still outside, you're not going to make it through the night. Perhaps that person up ahead can help you? Or - if you're already safe and sound - maybe you should head outside to get that poor soul struggling outside in to shelter before they freeze. Good luck!
"What are you talking about?" Vexen snaps, spinning around to look at who he thinks is Zexion. Seeing him without the Black Cloak is startling, to say the least. Disconcerting. It isn't like Zexion to flout safety regulations like this. Is something wrong? Is he sick? Vexen presses his lips together, making his mouth a thin, unhappy line. He's unaware of it, but concern shows quite plainly on his face -- concern he's unaware he's even feeling. Mostly, he feels a tension in his shoulders and a compulsion to give his own Black Cloak to Zexion. He resists it. Maybe Zexion's Cloak is somewhere nearby.
He glares. Missing the Black Cloak is bad enough, but Zexion is also talking utter nonsense. Maybe he's ill, delirious with fever. Can Nobodies even get ill? Vexen isn't entirely sure and no one in the Organisation would submit to his demands to let him investigate. Some nonsense about not trusting him to not use smallpox from La Cité des Cloches. The cheek of such presumptions. He wouldn't waste rare samples so wantonly!
"If this is your idea of a joke," he says sharply, because any time someone says something he doesn't understand his immediate assumption is that it's the fabled "humour" that he allegedly has never encountered in the laboratory, "it is in remarkably poor taste. I have not regained my Heart. For that matter, neither have you! When I was taken, the work was still in progress!"
Unless--
The thought is chilling, but what if he's been away for long enough that the work was completed without him? What if he missed his chance at becoming whole again? The thought makes his stomach sink, which he pointedly ignores. That can't have been a feeling. He doesn't have those any more, no matter what Zexion is insisting right now.
Ienzo looks entirely unaffected with the Nobody's (?) fussing. He's lived with Even... Vexen... whoever long enough to no longer be affected by such petty complaints. What he does look rather more affected by, however, is the fact that he can see something rather unusual in his old caretaker's eyes. Is that-- is Even worried about him? Such an event is uncommon, but not unheard of; that's not the main takeaway from this. The main takeaway is that this blond-haired man is making it quite clear that he is, in fact, Vexen, a creature with no heart--
The young man swallows down the lump in his throat and moves on. Lo and behold, the moment has passed without Even/Vexen even noticing, and he's back to just being cranky. Well. It's obvious that there is some sort of error in communication here, but they can't find that error until Ienzo somehow gets the other man to shut up.
Fortunately, when it comes to that, he's an expert.
"When I was taken, both of us had recovered our hearts through other means than... the work of the Organization." It takes much of his willpower not to say 'the fake Kingdom Hearts'. Vexen is freaking out already, best to not agitate him more. "Clearly, we've been drawn from different points in time. But, for clarification's sake -- what is the last major event that happened, to your recollection?"
Vexen -- much like when he had been Even -- spends quite a lot of time being worried about his charge, because children and laboratories full of unlabelled beakers of chemicals, dangerous and sensitive equipment and parts of unsuccessful experiments do not mix and though Zexion outgrew the oral phase long ago, Vexen could never stop fretting that he'd be compelled to put something -- like, say, hydrofluoric acid -- into his mouth. Again. (Maybe trying to juggle a toddler, three beakers and his notes at once had been a poor idea. The memory of that particular event is seared into his brain and even though nobody was injured and the years and the lack of a Heart have dulled the terror, Vexen still shudders at it.) It doesn't matter that Zexion is almost an adult. It doesn't matter how sensible he is. Life is full of unlabelled beakers of hydrofluoric acid, just waiting for the moment that Vexen turns his attention away from Zexion. Sometimes he wonders why he ended up being in charge of him, all those years ago. Surely Lexaeus was more dependable and competent.
But letting Zexion know even a sliver of that would be embarrassing. It's none of his business what his guardian fee-- remembers feeling.
"Different points in time," scoffs Vexen, under his breath. Time magic is messy and imprecise and he dislikes dealing with it. If Norfinbury is somehow mixed up with it, he's going to be less than thrilled.
But no matter. There are other things to attend to, here. Very important and very confusing things.
"What?" he says, flatly, when Zexion brings up other means. Other means like what? But then he's distracted from that line of questioning. "The last thing-- Battling that upstart Sora, after the Replica failed to subdue him."
Ienzo knows what that mumbling tone means. "I couldn't agree more," he replies, sounding a bit more annoyed now that he knows they've got a mutual dislike. "What's worse, they've found a way to cast some sort of permanent Silence on us, which means that even if I wanted to dabble in the timelines then I wouldn't be able to."
He merely nods at Vexen's last recollection, letting out a little ah. It didn't seem like that long ago from Ienzo's point of view, but realistically, he knew that Vexen was behind him by over two years. Granted, both of them spent that time being dead. Ienzo isn't sure how well Vexen is going to take the news of his eventual death and regrowth of a heart, but he knows that the Academic would be even more miserable being kept out of the loop, so he goes ahead and explains anyway.
"Evidently," he begins with a hint of bitterness (both because Xemnas knew this from day one and because Zexion hadn't figured it out sooner), "there was another way to regain a heart that none of us even knew existed until we learned it... the hard way, so to speak. This next part is going to be rather a bitter pill to swallow, but... evidently, given enough time to develop self-awareness, Nobodies can actually regrow hearts on their own. No false Kingdom Hearts is required." The aforementioned bitterness grows stronger and stronger as he goes on. Ienzo's voice involuntarily moves to something just above a whisper. "Xemnas knew this, and was lying to us about it the entire time."
Even just saying it sends flares of anger through Ienzo's brain. It's not a novelty any longer; now, it's just fury.
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He glares. Missing the Black Cloak is bad enough, but Zexion is also talking utter nonsense. Maybe he's ill, delirious with fever. Can Nobodies even get ill? Vexen isn't entirely sure and no one in the Organisation would submit to his demands to let him investigate. Some nonsense about not trusting him to not use smallpox from La Cité des Cloches. The cheek of such presumptions. He wouldn't waste rare samples so wantonly!
"If this is your idea of a joke," he says sharply, because any time someone says something he doesn't understand his immediate assumption is that it's the fabled "humour" that he allegedly has never encountered in the laboratory, "it is in remarkably poor taste. I have not regained my Heart. For that matter, neither have you! When I was taken, the work was still in progress!"
Unless--
The thought is chilling, but what if he's been away for long enough that the work was completed without him? What if he missed his chance at becoming whole again? The thought makes his stomach sink, which he pointedly ignores. That can't have been a feeling. He doesn't have those any more, no matter what Zexion is insisting right now.
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The young man swallows down the lump in his throat and moves on. Lo and behold, the moment has passed without Even/Vexen even noticing, and he's back to just being cranky. Well. It's obvious that there is some sort of error in communication here, but they can't find that error until Ienzo somehow gets the other man to shut up.
Fortunately, when it comes to that, he's an expert.
"When I was taken, both of us had recovered our hearts through other means than... the work of the Organization." It takes much of his willpower not to say 'the fake Kingdom Hearts'. Vexen is freaking out already, best to not agitate him more. "Clearly, we've been drawn from different points in time. But, for clarification's sake -- what is the last major event that happened, to your recollection?"
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But letting Zexion know even a sliver of that would be embarrassing. It's none of his business what his guardian fee-- remembers feeling.
"Different points in time," scoffs Vexen, under his breath. Time magic is messy and imprecise and he dislikes dealing with it. If Norfinbury is somehow mixed up with it, he's going to be less than thrilled.
But no matter. There are other things to attend to, here. Very important and very confusing things.
"What?" he says, flatly, when Zexion brings up other means. Other means like what? But then he's distracted from that line of questioning. "The last thing-- Battling that upstart Sora, after the Replica failed to subdue him."
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He merely nods at Vexen's last recollection, letting out a little ah. It didn't seem like that long ago from Ienzo's point of view, but realistically, he knew that Vexen was behind him by over two years.
Granted, both of them spent that time being dead.Ienzo isn't sure how well Vexen is going to take the news of his eventual death and regrowth of a heart, but he knows that the Academic would be even more miserable being kept out of the loop, so he goes ahead and explains anyway."Evidently," he begins with a hint of bitterness (both because Xemnas knew this from day one and because Zexion hadn't figured it out sooner), "there was another way to regain a heart that none of us even knew existed until we learned it... the hard way, so to speak. This next part is going to be rather a bitter pill to swallow, but... evidently, given enough time to develop self-awareness, Nobodies can actually regrow hearts on their own. No false Kingdom Hearts is required." The aforementioned bitterness grows stronger and stronger as he goes on. Ienzo's voice involuntarily moves to something just above a whisper. "Xemnas knew this, and was lying to us about it the entire time."
Even just saying it sends flares of anger through Ienzo's brain. It's not a novelty any longer; now, it's just fury.