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The Dollmaster's Key

The Dollmaster's Key

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Dolls and humans alike set forth on a strange journey when literally, the keys to their lives are stolen. [Always Accepting]

1,710 readers have visited The Dollmaster's Key since Cienpher created it.

Nivosity are listed as curators, giving them final say over any conflict & the ability to clean up mistakes.

Introduction

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This world is different from most, with its scattered cities and strange little towns. There is nothing that binds the inhabitants of this world save for the land and the language that they speak. There is no far-reaching ruler. There are no wars to be fought. There are no kingdoms, countries, or states at all, unless each town could count as its own. What sort of world is this? It is one far different and diverse from those familiar to most, a world united through disparity… However, these are all insignificant details. About this world, there is only one thing you need to know:

This settlements of this world have two kinds of inhabitants: those who die and those who do not...
Perhaps another way to put it is this: there are those who live, and those who do not.

Or putting aside all airs of mystery, this world is inhabited by humans, familiar to most... and the it is also inhabited by dolls. Yes, we mean those shells that took to human form that people once thought of as mere playthings. We mean those of flawless features and beautiful clothes that collectors coveted and children loved... and at the same time, we don't.

Those dolls of old still exist, are still loved by the people.

The dolls of which we speak are not always so fortunate.

In this society, there are dolls that are said to 'live'. As large as ordinary humans, they move and speak to their individual wills. Once their wooden textures and jointed limbs gave away their true nature, but now it is near impossible to tell a human from a doll. For this reason, there are wide opinions on their existence. Some humans accept them for what they are, and the dolls of these societies are integral to daily life. They call each other friends, family, and the odd few settlements have legalized marriage between a doll and a human. However, other communities shun them, despise them, call them demons or monsters. Unnatural. The dolls of these societies are often even killed. Shattered. Burned. The dolls are forced to hide, unable to leave for fear of persecution. Other societies use them as machines in favor of profit, leaving the dolls to suffer such abuse.

Now, everyone knows that dolls do not create themselves!
These dolls are no different - they too have an origin.



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Once upon a time, there was a lonely man - a dollmaker he was, and back then, dolls were simply lifeless things that took on a human form. They were beautiful, precious creations, but merely a child's plaything. However, he was the maker of those dolls, and he made each of them with the utmost care. One day, this man all but disappeared. He drew into himself first, and then into his home. He refused to speak to anyone, and no one saw him for many years to come. The people were not even sure he was still living. Now, the real events that occurred is hazed in the mists of time gone by, but there are many stories regarding them. Some say that a sort of madness came over this man, and he became obsessed with something that did not exist... and perhaps, these people have the truth closest at hand. One day, laughter was heard from the house, and he emerged from his house with a smile too bright to be of this world. Beside him was a timid child, with features fair and clothes fit for the most priceless of any doll.

Fitting... for that was what the child was. The clothes could hide the wooden joints, but not the hardness of his skin, nor the glass surface of his eyes. That boy was a doll, one moving but not alive, one who spoke but did not live... one who 'lived' but would not die. He was the first of many to come.

Now, countless years have past, countless turns of the hourglass, countless turns of the sun... and dolls now populate the world. They live amongst the human settlements as it was the will of their creator. This man of legend from eras past - people now call him the Dollmaster. Yet, strangely still, dolls continue to appear, to live on, as if they were humans themselves. The Dollmaster should have died long before, so who keeps making these dolls, so life-like that they now can laugh and cry as humans can?

Over the years, they become more and more like humans, with socket joints replaced with smoother curves, and wooden flesh replaced with softer clay. The old and the new both live on, never aging, never dying, yet still slowly growing more human. The human heart already exists - it is the body that will not follow, for after all, the dolls move not from food and drink...

... but simply the turn of a key.



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Now, to put it simply, our story revolves around these keys.

Although societies differ from town to town, most regions make use of the key-keeper or winder system, where the dolls entrust their precious keys to a human they collectively deem trustworthy. When the time comes for them to be winded, they stop by the key-keeper's shop, often located between several villages or towns, and leave once rewound. It is at one of these shops that our story begins.

You are a doll. It doesn't matter how long you've lived, how much you remember, or how much you've seen - all that matters is that you entrusted your key to one of these shops, and as the time limit approaches, you had come to be rewound. That's all that matters... because when you returned to the shop that day, the store-keeper was gone... as were all the keys entrusted to him. For the first time, you have reason to fear death. Injuries can be repaired, and most humans aren't hostile to dolls, so there was no reason to fear such a thing... until now. The store is deserted, with everything of value gone - almost everything of value. Left behind is an abandoned letter, half burnt away, but important because it leaves you two clues.

These two clues are enough to inspire a small group of dolls to fight against their impending 'death', and leave on a search for their keys on their own. However, they'll find that there is much they do not know to the nature of their keys, life, death, and themselves.

Unlike some other roleplays, in here, the roleplayers will learn several things along with the characters - after all, who exactly has taken the keys? What do they want to accomplish? Why do they need the keys? Is every doll and human you meet... really who it seems?

What will happen?

You will find out as your character does, and hopefully experience similar emotions along the way and get the most out of the roleplay experience. There are many directions to go... you could aim for the elusive 'master key'... or you could chase after these strange few who have taken the keys for reasons yet unknown...

This roleplay starts at the key-keeper's abandoned shop. Someone has just discovered and pieced together the remains of this strange and cryptic letter. The only ones left to see the message are the ones who had not yet lost hope. The other dolls visiting that day left in despair. Some would have been crying if they could. Most did not truly understand the severity of the problem. However, those are the ones who left. The ones remaining, they are the ones who would unearth not only the circumstances of their existence, but the changing world around them.

As they journey, people come and go, both companions and enemies. However, exactly how many of them are trustworthy in a society that is slowly corroding away?

PLEASE NOTE: THE PLACES TAB WILL BE USED. FOR THE SAKE OF PLOT AND KEEPING THINGS COHERENT, WE INSIST THAT YOU POST IN THE PROPER PLACES.




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This is the realm, the world that this story takes place – it has neither true name nor form. Rarely have people ventured beyond the natural borders of their land, and so no one knows the true shape of the world. It may very well be flat... but such things do not matter.

This tale focuses on a small portion of this world, with blue expanses to the north and west and mountainous terrain to the east. As stated before, there are no kingdoms or nations, for every city is their own. Each city with its own laws and beliefs, its own unique culture, these settlements are scattered throughout the world. Yet still, they are connected through the delicate means of the people - trade, information, entertainment... they unite this world in all its diversity.

Our story starts in a simple town in the north, or perhaps more accurately, a village. With no firm political standing or economic benefits, this village called Terota acts as a rest stop or cross roads of sorts for several major city-states. All of use that can be found here is a small inn for the weary, a diner for the starved, a general shop for the wanderers... and a now abandoned key-keeper shop.

As for the rest of the world? Well, there are so many settlements so different from the other that it would take ten years to describe them all. For now, it can be said that in this region of the world, electricity is scarce, or rather, has not been harnessed for the purposes of civilization. Perhaps as the characters of this tale move forth, there will be more time and reason to explain.

For now, there are only three other names one ought to know:

Belerise - a city famous for its prosperity and wealth

Sagen - a port town where wayfarers may set for open sea

Eidings - the only all-doll settlement known in these parts



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The Dolls
The life of a doll is not as simple as it may seem. There are many kinds, many forms that they take, with the most common distinction being this: ball-jointed or not.

Jointed - The dolls of old, the Dollmaster's first creations are easily identified by their smaller statures and visible joints. Their eyes of glass catch the sun as they move and speak, although more haltingly than their successors. However, for their less human-qualities, they are granted a different benefit... that of a longer 'life'. One winding can last one of these older-generation dolls at least twice as long as it does these newer humanesque figures.

Jointless - Now all this title means is that the doll does not have visible ball and socket joints. Instead, like humans, they have skin that covers their skeletal frame. Over the years, the Dollmaster has learned, and the newest generation is so very close to human. Their movements are fluid, their speech well-rehearsed, and they are in all appearance, like any living boy or girl. However, these advancements come with a price, for the jointless generation have a shorter 'life', needing windings far more frequently from their predecessors.

Of course there are those from times between who carry traits from both generations, for the Dollmaster is slow to change his ways. However, even still, there is not only the hatred between the dolls and the humans - the dolls discriminate as well. The newer generations scorn their olden counterparts, calling them obsolete. The older claim themselves the originals, and also the Dollmaster's favorites.

What will happen to these dolls?
Well, who knows?

That story has not yet been told.



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The Dollmaster[GM]

The Protagonists (Dolls)
Raine Alba - RPed by Nivosity
Rey Sargs - RPed by spudjohnson
Viyo Marie - RPed by jigokunoshinzo
Jaina Cassandra - RPed by xKyrie
Orchid Ross - RPed by BubbleYum
Dove Oneira - RPed by BurgundyMStone
Devon (Von) Anderson - RPed by Lolkatlove


The Companions (Humans):
Jacen Lark - RPed by wickedwonders



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Oho, the more details the better. That ought to be a given. Your GMs reserve the right to reject any applications that don't match their standards - but will be PMing you their wanted edits. However, since they, too, have a limit to their patience, only two chances will be given. Follow our coding, please - the BBC code will make it look pretty.

Doll Application:

Code: Select all
[left][size=200]FULL NAME HERE(please let's avoid, fantasy, science-fiction, and oriental-heavy names... while also avoiding overly plain ones. Pronounceable and suited to the setting is what we're looking for here.)[/size]
[IMG]Picture here of your character - preferably anime, but a very detailed written description is will do as well.[/IMG][/left]

[b]Apparent Age:[/b]
[size=90]They tend to appear young with a range from about children to young adults (10-25).[/size]

[b]Physical Description[/b]
[size=90]Detailed description about appearance - please don't forget to indicate where your keyhole is located on your back.[/size]

[b]Key Description[/b]
[size=90]Detailed description about the key, as it is a unique representation of who you are... and was stolen.[/size]

[b]Personality[/b]
[size=90]Be Creative! Who exactly is this character of yours?[/size]

[b]Skill(s)/Abilities[/b]
[size=90]Abilities that your character possesses.[/size]

[b]Likes[/b]
[size=90]At least four, but five preferably.[/size]

[b]Dislikes[/b]
[size=90]At least four, but five preferably.[/size]

[b]Fears[/b]
[size=90]At least two, but no more than five.[/size]

[b]History[/b]
[size=90]Be creative! What events in their past influenced them, where they ended up after being created, etc.[/size]
   
[b]How many days did they have left when they went for the winding?[/b]
[size=90]This is pretty important plot-wise, but don't give yourself extra time for lenience! Take your character's personality in mind. If they're a procrastinator... er... tough luck.[/size]

[b]Other[/b]
[size=90]Anything else? [/size]



Human Application:

Code: Select all
[left][size=200]FULL NAME HERE(please let's avoid, fantasy, science-fiction, and oriental-heavy names... while also avoiding overly plain ones. Pronounceable and suited to the setting is what we're looking for here.)[/size]
[IMG]Picture here of your character - preferably anime, but a very detailed written description is will do as well.[/IMG][/left]

[b]Apparent Age:[/b]
[size=90]They tend to appear young with a range from about children to young adults (10-25).[/size]

[b]Physical Description[/b]
[size=90]Detailed description about appearance.[/size]

[b]Personality[/b]
[size=90]Be Creative! Who exactly is this character of yours?[/size]

[b]Skill(s)/Abilities[/b]
[size=90]Abilities that your character possesses.[/size]

[b]Likes[/b]
[size=90]At least four, but five preferably.[/size]

[b]Dislikes[/b]
[size=90]At least four, but five preferably.[/size]

[b]Fears[/b]
[size=90]At least two, but no more than five.[/size]

[b]History[/b]
[size=90]Be creative! What events in their past influenced them, where they ended up after being created, etc.[/size]
   
[b]What does your character feel about dolls?[/b]
[size=90]Love them, hate them, somewhere in between?[/size]

[b]Other[/b]
[size=90]Anything else? [/size]

Toggle Rules

1. Follow all the standard rules of RolePlayGateway - this should be obvious...

2. Our posting requirements are as follows: it must be sufficiently detailed, original, and interactive. Each post should move the plot of the roleplay forward by some small extent. This is pretty critical in this roleplay since your characters are slowly unwinding their way towards their deaths... If your posts seem weak compared to the rest of the writers, your GMs (Nivosity and Cienpher) will be sure to alert you ^^

3. We understand that not everyone is the best when it comes to grammar. All that we ask is that we see a visible effort. No blazing malapropisms, no obvious spelling or punctuation errors, and no internet/text jargon is sufficient. It is not at all that difficult to run your post through a word processing program for spell and grammar checks. Please do so, or your GMs will be forced to ask you to leave.

4. Please, we beg of you - no godmodding. This includes, but is not limited to, controlling the actions of a character that is not yours, using knowledge obtained as a roleplayer as your character, overpowering your character, and refusing to let anything negative happen to your character. Please have your character react accordingly to their circumstances.

5. That being said, please make your character original! No one enjoys a cookie-cutter personality... take the time to give your creation life. Make it so that you would be able to pluck them out, set them down, and see them make it off into the world. If an insufficient character profile is submitted, your GMs will give you two chances to bring it up to our standards. Two is our final word.

6. All complaints of any sort, be it of the plot or another roleplayer, are to be directed to one of the GMs. They will deal with the situation accordingly. There will be a strict GM-Player privacy arrangement, and all relaying of suggestions will be done anonymously.

7. Please, no swearing or graphic language unless there are very, very severe circumstances in the roleplay to allow it. Remember, these words are better emphasized when used sparingly.

8. Please, please, please read and participate in the OOC. A quiet OOC thread is boring... but also, there is often vital information that could be discussed there. By joining, you are expected to read the OOC thread, please ^^"

9. Anything else that is common sense but we might have forgotten in the process of making this. Use your head and judge your own actions, please.

10. This is an addition from previous infractions of rule number 9 - Please do not take our plot ideas or rules to use without asking first XD


Notes:

A large thank you to randomness, as that is what gave birth to this wonderful RP! More thank you's to the artists of the pictures we have used, but we apologize for not being able to quote your names! One last thank you to those who read all of this and feel interested enough to join!

Also, please do realize that your character has a high probability of completely unwinding, especially in the later phase of this roleplay. Please try your best to not have this occur or they become a body... hopefully your character has enough personal ties with the others so their body doesn't get ditched. XD

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Character Portrait: Devon Anderson - Von Character Portrait: Jaina Cassandra Character Portrait: Raine Alba Character Portrait: Orchid Ross Character Portrait: Viyo Marie Character Portrait: Raven Sinclair Character Portrait: Dove Oneira Character Portrait: Rey Sargs
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Perhaps it was simply the evening approached, but the charming buildings of Terota that day seemed... just a little sad. There was something lingering in the air, something unsettling, and it made all the citizens of the small town ill at ease. Within this town, a crossroads for several major settlements, was the beginning of a strange journey for several stranger individuals.

This is where our story begins.

Of different cities, different lives, the characters of this tale gathered for one reason alone - to continue to live. However, it was obvious at first glance that this would not be fulfilled. It had always been a quaint little thing, as most key-keeper shops are. However, that day, it was different. The dolls gathered could barely recognize the tired, dilapidated building. The windows, once inviting, had been boarded shut, so hastily that the nails hung ajar. The door had been locked at first, but one reckless individual had broken it down.

The inside was worse. Far worse.

There was scarcely a centimeter that remained untouched - the ground was littered with debris and the walls scorched and torn. With every step, glass or ash was crushed into the floorboards underfoot. The scraps of the paper once draped on the walls were scattered, burned, and destroyed, the printed roses almost wilted in a literal sense. The skin peeled back, the building now stood, a mere wooden skeleton of its former, kinder self.

The brittle beams struggled against the pull of the earth, and on the far side of the room, a table lay crippled by the bared walls. Its legs were snapped, its surface smeared with dark powder. However, despite the wreckage strewn about, it was obvious that once upon a time, this was indeed the shop of a keykeeper. Both sides of the room were lined by the small locked drawers that had contained the beautiful keys of dolls... but they were smashed open, displaying their hollow interior for all to see.

The tiny cats that adorned the drawer-tops lay shattered on the floor. The vase of flowers once beside it had met the same end. The water seeped along the cracks of the floorboards, drowning the remnants of fragrant blooms along with a slip of paper, half-dyed red.

Further papers, destroyed to the point of being unreadable, were crammed into the flickering hearth to the left. A wooden chair, legs licked by the flames, lay beside a pair of broken glasses - its silver wire frame was twisted beyond repair. However, rather than the hearth, the remains of a bonfire lined the pit of a gaping hole in the center of the room. Inside it was an inch of cinder along with the remnants of a half-eaten meal.

Other than the crackling of the fire, the house was quiet... unnaturally so. However, even stranger still were two objects mysteriously intact. The first, tacked to the door leading into the keykeeper's private quarters, was a singed fold of paper. Although the ink was blurred, two significant clues remained:

'Have patience - the keys unlock the gates to immortality'

... and...

'Eternal is the Master Key'...

The other object, seeming misplaced amongst the ruins, was a strange silver amulet. Engraved into the disc was what resembled a serpent devouring its own tail. Hanging from a nail upon the wall, it seemed almost deliberately placed.

So normal it seemed from the outside... and humans rarely frequented the shop meant for dolls. The people of Terota might not have known if it weren't for the dolls that fateful day.

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Character Portrait: Dove Oneira
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While the keywinder's shop gaped in horrid, ashen disrepair, a small child named Dove stepped from a Brougham, bagless and with no chaperone. She did not need one, of course, for she was far older than her cherubic looks may lead one to believe, and as jointed Doll, she needed no thing and no one to survive... save someone willing to wind her key.

Tapping softly on the cobbled walkway into the town proper, well-worn wooden chopines gave the brown-skinned doll a fuller height than her diminutive frame lent otherwise. Modestly beaded and slipper-style, they protected delicate, hose-encased feet. Brilliant eyes, glimmering rainbows in and of themselves, peered out from drowsy lids, taking in the familiar city with an austere gaze. Truly, Dove cut a remarkable figure; not because she was tall, nor was she excessively bejeweled, whimsical or delicate. No, if anyone took particular notice of her, it was because she was so small, and yet she moved with an unwavering purpose. Clad in boy's cathedral garb, the fleece-crowned Doll moved through the winding streets, inexhaustible as she sought the small, cozy shop towards the center of town. There were a great many blocks to go.

Of course, there was no hardness to her step as she went, for her joints did not allow for such. Rather, she moved as if God himself were up in the clouds, pulling her strings with inherent grace. She was but a toy in a puppetshow, and the script was already planned.

Sectioned digits clasped behind her back above the split in her coattails, the little Lamb came steadily closer to her destination, an adorable curl to the corners of her pouty apricot lips. People. Doll and Human alike. They infatuated her. Some smiled at her, enamored with her 'adorable' looks, and she returned the gesture. With her expression made unassuming and guileless by the droop of her snowy lashes and her innocent face, she watched them as they moved about. Some so stern and upset over some issue that they barely noticed where they were going. Such haste. The vexation would be forgotten in a week, and yet they were neglectful enough to bump into someone. Lo, how the discontent is spread. Ah, there, a Doll that has purposefully modified his face as to appear viscerally scarred, seeking the ruggedness one assumes of a human with the same affliction. Bless him.

Dove did not scoff. Nor, in her thoughts, did she judge. At length, she rounded the corner and ended up on the gently sloping street that led to the keykeeper. There was no need to check her watch, she was quite sure that she was well on time, as always, and as always things had gone according to plan. She rather enjoyed being punctual, and really, the only reason she was here earlier than she absolutely needed to be was because it was terribly important to her that she should have time set aside to help those in need, should they be placed in her path.

Tok, tok, tok.

Her chopines clopped hollowly, her smoky curls bounced upon velvet-clad shoulders. Would that she was able to smell the remains of smoke; she would have already known fear. It was not until her vitrail eyes settled upon the blackness at the end of the street that the strange, unfamiliar emotion known as terror would flash within her chest. For a moment, her mind was slow, taking its time in understanding what it saw, and nearly refusing the answer. For once, her eyes were wide open.

...Worn wooden shoes crunched over gritty, charred wood as she pushed past the jarred, open door, and a sound cracked in the Doll's throat. Her angelic mouth fell open. 'This... this simply cannot be.' She thought. Her mind felt like a void as she stepped further inside, filling itself with twisted images of what had been and what now was; everything broken, charred, desecrated. With a morbid slowness, Dove felt herself drawn further within, seeking an answer, a reason, a name for what had happened. She paused at the black maw of an old fire in the floor and looked into the hearth at the crumbled remnants of paper. Letters? Records? Glinting dully in the sooty space, her vision moved left with a near-silent grind from her neck, and her lagging body followed. The paper pinned to the wall was the most whole, and the most clean, and it drew her focus; a focus only diverted by a splash of red. No, it was not the roses now singed in the wallpaper, or the bruised flowers that lay in their water on the sodden floorboards. Instead, it was a bit of paper. Hesitant, for some part of her always avoided stain, Dove reached out, plucking the thing up with jointed fingers and looking it over.

No matter the undesirability of the situation, she did not frown and her brows did not knit. No. There was time. Reminding herself of the virtue of always thinking ahead, the Doll, folded up the scarlet paper in her tiny digits and moved to the cryptic message, reading the blurred scrawl well enough, even at a distance.

Surely, thought the lamb, this must be a test.

In the eerie stillness, she felt something against her chest. It was her pendant.

Tik. Tik. Tik.

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Raine Alba


Commuting was such a tedious process. There was nothing to do, nothing to see. Raine, a ball-jointed doll, rested her crafted head against the frosted glass that made up the window, without sparing a glance for the untamed wilderness outside. One of her small hands rested demurely in her lap, while the other tapped on the soft seat impatiently. Every so often, the carriage would lurch up into the air when hitting a stray stone, and Raine’s face became more thunderous with each jolt. The soft clipping sounds of the horses’ hooves made a dreadful monotony, and Raine watched through unblinking eyes the process of moving her body from one place to the next.

Her destination was like always, Terota, for her semiannual winding. While some dolls arrived in discrete manners, usually by foot unless possessing some particular economic benefits, this was a ceremony to Raine’s doll-like characteristics. What other human could even hope to possess that smooth skin, that shining hair, and more importantly, the thought of being blessed with it for an eternity and beyond? While infrequent, she was always certain to travel with the most comfort and pomp that she could afford at the time. Her destination was a charming, quaint village, at least it would be without the dratted people that populated it. Those humans and their mindless shadows of dolls. But even then, it was nothing compared to the beautiful port city of Sagen. Her city. That city she presided over as one of the oldest and most beautiful dolls. Raine, personally, missed the comfort of civilization…

A glance out of the window later, the slightly morphed buildings seen out of the window seemed familiar. The carriage jostled up and down on the cobblestones. All this made Raine come to the conclusion that they were almost there. Turning her eerie golden glass eyes of hers towards the external sights, she jerkily moved one hand towards the overly ornate handle to the door. Raine could not, personally, believe that the keykeeper would have decided to reside in such a little area… but he was human, so his ignorant behavior was just to be expected. Without notice, her hand tightened on the latch, and without notice, pushed.

The door swung open gracefully, with the carriage still rolling forward. With almost careless balance, Raine kept one hand on the open door, and used it as leverage to stretch herself up to her full height, showing off her appearance and clothing. She coughed, not to clear her throat, but to persuade her servant to pay more attention to her mistress. As a result of that, the carriage slowed and stopped, gliding to a stop in the middle of the street.

Raine allowed one of her clean and impeccable white slippers to touch the far more grimy surface of the street, before with her head held high like an aristocrat, and her movements almost curiously doll-like compared to the plethora of newer Jointless dolls. Walking down the street, she kept her golden eyes forward - the common masses were not worthy of her attention. But even then, her eyes were caught on those dolls that disturbed her. Those vain mockeries of humans, throwing away their own delightful characteristics - those dolls with skin. Raine would like to think that she drew the jealous glances of those others, but refrained from searching their more expression faces for such evidence.

There was one doll that made her skin crawl, that is, if she had any. A face that was rugged and covered with scars, Raine mentally shuddered with disgust and wounded pride. Her ‘father’ would not have created him in such a way, which meant that it was a new ‘addition.’ Being a doll was the gift of everlasting youth, and to imagine such a present from their ‘father’ taken away for the sole sake of appearing like a human. It was those dolls that she hated the most. Those dolls that flaunted their human characteristics; it almost made her think as though they were embarrassed of being a doll.

The dollkeeper’s place was abnormal today, but Raine paid it no mind before throwing open the door and striding inside. There was another doll - jointed, young. She didn’t pay the other any attention, before her eyes were drawn towards the shattered glass and splintered wood that covered the floor. She paused in the doorway, unwilling to scratch her possessions on such a mess. Turning her attention towards the only ‘living’ being, whom she assumed was a worker, started to speak - speech slow and halting, like that of a child. Her matter-of-fact tone made it clear that she was not expecting to be argued with. “Where is he?” Raine asked brusquely. “I need to get wound up. And mind you, this mess is unpleasant. I would highly suggest you do something about that.” Her black hair tumbled down her back, seemingly neat despite her long journey. Both arms hung down her sides stiffly, not in use. She paused, before continuing again. “The keykeeper will be back, rig-.”

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She had just then caught the sight of the mindless destruction that pervaded the entire shop. The top drawer, on the right, where her key used to be. Looking with almost unbelieving eyes, Raine saw the gaping hole and without care for her shoes, stepped across the room towards the cabinets. Her key was gone - that beautiful object that the dollmaster had made for her. She turned with appalled anger towards the doll. “Is this your doing?”

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While a fine and decorated carriage paraded singly through the winding streets of the city, no doubt drawn by fine and decorated horses, a doll child stood in the desecrated memory of the keykeeper's shop. For a time, it had stood beneath the strange memo as if in a trance. After all, there was nowhere to be but here, and that appointment was obviously delayed. Nothing spurred her from that spot while she thought and pondered this situation, for her curvy and slightly bowed legs would not tire, and neither would her back. Internally, she was in a space of pensive puzzlement. After all, there were many options for an explanation as to what had happened, and yet none of them seemed to make sense. Luckily, confusion was not quite so discombobulating to most dolls, and Dove was no exception. In fact, she was a fine example.

Slow, light steps brought the child back across the sodden, ashen floor, chopines crushing and grinding bits of charred wood beneath the solid soles. It was the toppled furniture that drew her attention now, the table with broken legs and a top covered in black powder. With a neat, perfunctory manner, Dove tucked the folded bit of reddened paper into her velvet coat and surveyed the faint staining on her little fingers. Were she but porcelain, that never would have happened. But chamois took a bit more work to keep clean. Another smooth, eerily slow reach had her reaching into a different pocket and seeking a small kerchief, but she paused before buffing her hand clean. The powder. She bent sideways with a quiet twang from an internal wire, and dragged two ruddy fingertips through the stuff, bringing them under her full-spectrum gaze for inspection. There was something familiar about it, and yet it defied naming in her mind. With a thoughtful frown, she cleaned her hand, rubbing the thin, soft hide clean, and tucked the stained part of kerchief into itself before putting it away. Were it the way of Dolls, she would have sighed as she clasped her small hands behind her back, resting them above the split of her coattails. She waited patiently for the rumbling of the conveyance to cease and wondered, shortly, who may be entering.

It was in this still position, with her back turned and her head of grey curls facing the door, that Raine would find the lamb. It did not move at the sound of her accusatory voice, it did not turn to eye her resplendent dress and immaculate porcelain. Away from the other Doll's golden gaze, Dove just smiled while she went on in clear frustration. What a haughty thing, and so impatient. Though the raven-haired figure's voice was stilted, so too was Dove's slowed, and so she did not truly have time to interject for any of the answers demanded of her, given her penchant for thinking before speaking.

Only when Raine moved quickly and stiffly to the expansive chest-of-drawers that kept the many keys that belonged to the numerous Dolls of the land did Dove's head turn; further to the right than a human's ever could, and with a low, quiet hiss of the socket. Those resplendent eyes were owl-like and hooded, and rest upon the opened drawer Raine stared into, aghast. Anger was tossed at the child doll, but it did not respond immediately, save the lifting of a shushing hand. The palm faced her, the fingers curled, though the index and middle raised higher than the others, as if reminding her of divine providence. Dove's eyes glided in her still, cherubic face, moving quickly over the pristine Doll before it with little attention paid to te ruffles of that fine dress, or the beauty in the sculpted parts. She was not concerned in the least. Her lovely, upturned purse of a mouth curled faintly at the corners, as she was made, and there was little drastic enough to wipe the smile from it. In fact, it widened ever so as she felt a twinge of pity for this pretty thing, and she spoke. "It is not." Her voice was lower than one would expect from a child, doll or human, and had a feathery huskiness to it. Considering her 'age' and appearance, it did not help one decide whether the curly-headed doll was male or female in intention.

Turning her diminutive body in direction of her face, Dove reached out and pointed to the far wall upon which hung an ouroboros and a note. "Look there." Her arm stayed stiffly raised, and one corner of her mouth tugged in a gentle, chiding smile. "Mind your dress, love." Her voice was faint in this empty stillness, hanging strangely in the air with its unaffected tone. With that velvet sleeved arm still raised, the little one looked down at her rosary, and it was only when she decided to reach for it that her hand was lowered. She cradled the clock in her palm, and the beads rattled quietly. With her eyes set fondly on the antique locket, Dove raised her brows piteously in concern.

"I hope you have some time, early one." -The term here related to Raine obviously being jointed, and there for senior to the jointless, whom she called 'new ones'.

"...not quite sure what has happened." With that, the genderless Doll raised 'her' face to Raine, that peaceful smile indelible.

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The city of Terota watched in awe as a doll-like figure roamed the streets. Surely, it has been a long while since she stepped foot into these lands that was dwelt by living or to her liking the humans. She fears these creatures and towards her they bring forth many unpleasant memories although their faces vary most of them have the wicked glances upon their faces especially those of this generation. Her worn-coal colored boots made contact with the walkway. Orchid's face held a serious expression, she was not here to yet ponder and play.


As she walked more passing a few jointed dolls of herself and a couple joint-less dolls, who snickered at her. She shrug, obviously they thought they were better and prettier than the older and more wiser jointed dolls. Orchids pushed her blonde hair back and kept walking as the sun shined over her head. After taking a carriage over to this town she had decided to walk to lessen traffic and annoying people, she was wearing a rather long dress filled with numerous ruffles and beads that aline on the chest area, the fabric was made out of cotton and was patterned with flowers of different colors and sizes. Her blonde hair was left free dangling on her shoulder, a thick hair band resembled the pattern of her dress and bestowed on it was a small fragile flower.

She merely reached her destination when the smell of smoke was suddenly noticeable, her nostrils filled with that familiar scent as she walked into the used to be warm and inviting place but now a destroyed palace of burnings. As her eyes scanned the small store she met eyes with two other jointed dolls, she was puzzled. What had happened here? Better question where was the key-keeper.. time was running out you know. She bit her lower lip before moving closer to the strangers. " Hello." She stated her voice soft but commanding. There was two of them one rather childish looking much younger than herself who was merely 14, this one had grey-curls and looked rather stunning and devious. Jealously uprised She obtained the hair of an animal, not straight but not yet curly a fragment which the hair dresser calls as wavy. The other looking 15 years of age had dark long brown hair an angry face pasted upon her head. She decided there must be a conflict brewing. A breeze blew in and her dress floated to once side and so did her rather unpleasant hair. Orchid stared at the jointed dolls and nibbled on her lower lip, something she did when she was rather upset or nervous.


"Do any of you know where the key-keeper went or why this store is in ruins?"she asked her voice like butter on toast.

They ignored her she tapped her foot and crossed her hands, obiviously they had heard her...

(Sorry very this post is bad indeed, I have writers block)

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Showing off a tall and imposing figure as she stepped out of the carriage, Cassandra spared no heed of the mixed questioning and awed looks darted at her way. Donned in a short scarlet-colored dress and a pair of butterfly-decorated, high-heeled black pumps, the amethyst-haired girl turned to the woman inside the carriage.

"I thank you for your company, Madame Lilian", she spoke impishly, eyeing the said woman from under her lashes. "You are truly a wonderful blessing my lady. I will forever will be in your debt." Her voice sultry and with an indulging smile in her face, she winked at Lilian Gaborne of Hastings. The portly woman can't help but redden slightly at the praise and coyly covered her face with the fan in her hands, just giggling in the process.

Cassandra then settled into a customary curtsy, holding the littlest trail of her dress into the side. "I will be taking my leave now. Please always take care Madame." She accompanied her words by placing her hand on a cheek of the golden-haired woman. She softly caressed her before murmuring, "I hope we meet sometime in the future." Staring at her directly, she smiled again before dropping her hand to her side and stepping away to leave. The said woman can't do anything but stare at her in muted shock, the enchantment and fascination is obviously etched in her face.

Cassandra took out her parasol and opened it with ease. Trudging in a steady pace towards the only key-keeper's shop in Terota, she walked ahead with purpose. It had been a long while since she last visited this place. Pretty much a quite long while actually.

Since she had possessed two keys instead of the usual number of one as what is normal for each doll, she did not see the need of coming back here. She took a key with her and left the other one with the key-keeper. Ever since then, she was able to live by with having just the silver key with her. Having another key gave her the privilege that those other dolls doesn't have. Though it might grow tiresome for a while, about needing to be winded after every two days, still she's happy with her situation. She definitely gets used into not settling into that rhythmic schedule of visiting this shop, miles away from her home, in Belerise. In fact, it might have been more than five years since she last stepped in Terota.

If it wasn't for her urgent current need, she would never have come back. Cassandra of the Everett House would have not been caught dead, or as dead as she could be, here if it wasn't because she truly needed to get her key from the shopkeeper.

Smirking inwardly at another gaping face that she had passed by, she then turned round the corner and found herself in front of the familiar shop.

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Or what should have been the case to Cassandra. Snapping her neck to see the surrounding establishments near this barely recognizable dilapidated building, she reflexively put a hand over her mouth. Noting the same shops and houses nearby, she is quite certain that she wasn't wrong when she walked towards this place. If her memory served her right, in this pitiful looking shabby shack is where the very same modestly designed key-keeper's shop should have stood. She shook her head and slightly lowered the skirt of her dress that had hiked up past her thighs from when she had walked before. She closed her parasol and lightly arranged the hat from its position in her head.

Stepping inside, she eyed the door hazardously left on the floor and cringed as she noted the dirt and accumulating dirt inside. She held a gloved hand in front of her chest, the other holding tightly into her parasol and purse. 'What had happened here?' She thought in confusion as she discovered how far destroyed the place had been as she entered inside. It was no doubt the same old key-keeper's shop that she left her key with, years prior, she concluded staring at the broken cabinets on the side.

"Do any of you know where the key-keeper went or why this store is in ruins?" Was the first thing she had heard, seeing a golden-haired jointed doll standing at the side.

Her nose crinkled, showing her simple distaste as she saw the two other jointed dolls. Honestly of all the strange things that could happen to her, this would have topped it all. Seeing the store which should have held the only literal key for her future- in shambles and being surrounded with a disturbing number of haughty looking jointed dolls in one room together with her does not absolutely bode her well.

She then planned and decided that it would be better if she just quietly observe them for the meantime. She may need to use one of them, if things come to worst. She may have to charm these dolls to encourage them to follow what she wanted them to do and tell her later on. Everything was still very confusing for the jointless doll. Knowing that she's not the first one to discover what had happened, she was forced to rely on them for information.

"I'd like to know that too", she spoke after the statement, the curiosity getting ahead of what she initially intended to, and that was supposedly to keep quiet for a while. She turned calculating eyes towards the other two doll, her face emotionless as usual, and inspected them from head to toe. One of these three dolls may or may not be her only way to solve what happened here.

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The paper was still wet, and hung limply as though lacking a spine. The highly diluted red solution still dripped ever so slowly, and the pool of water it had been resting on was stained a similar shade of red. If one looked closely at the damp fibers, there was still the faintest shadow of a past image that had been written on its surface, with the majority of the ink having been stolen away by the liquid. The most visible word was ‘agen’ in highly elaborate script, mere centimeters from the upper edge. Touching the limit of the remaining material was a large eclipse, encircling the word as well as a little of its surrounding area. A gently curving line led the from that shape to an almost perfect square, although slightly taller than wide, which was marked ‘Tero’. A cautionary ‘???’ marked the rest of the paper in a larger size, along with a multitude of illegible scratches.

There was a rip on the bottom of the paper, the jagged edges looking almost like bitten by some large beast. The fibers were soft there, and almost fragile. While the backside was also stained crimson, there was a little more to be seen there. On the top of the sheet, the word ‘Sage’ was written, before a grid of perfectly straight vertical and horizontal lines ran from side to side. There were words inscribed on each of these lines, but they were indecipherable from the mess. In the center, there was a break in the pattern, with a square taking up exactly the width and length of six of those lines. In this square, there was a barely legible word. Was it ‘Varel’ or ‘Novel’? There was nothing else of interest on the sheet, although an upwards pointed arrow neatly highlighted a capital N.

The substance that covered the desk was a dark grey on closer inspection, not the black that it had seemed before. It brought with it the faintest smell of lead, and left a streak of a lighter, but still shining silver to everything that it touched. This powder was hard to the touch, and a closer glance would reveal that it was made of pieces of varying sizes.




Raine Alba


The insolent child of a doll immediately pointed to a further wall where a note and strange object hung. While Raine had no intention of following her orders, the objects piqued her attention, and with stiff, puppet-like steps, she stepped daintily through the rubble. A shard of glass scratched over her porcelain skin leaving a, she was sure of it, visible mark. She sucked in the air from her teeth more out of irritation than the slight pain that came with that. The child continued to speak, with a soft, almost floaty voice. “I hope you have some time, early one.

Whilst Raine usually disliked those dolls who had the belief that by calling her old, they would actually escape her grasp unscathed by humiliated - this doll had much more polite language. Although, she couldn’t help but feel as though the child was somewhat belittling herself, Raine felt the lack of energy getting to her somewhat. Perhaps she shouldn’t have ended up deciding to cut her winding so close, but there was no choice. Her carriage had been getting repaired until this day. And but of course, she would not be seen in anything barring perfection.

Before she realized there was another arrival, there was a voice that seemed smooth like soap. “Do any of you know where the key-keeper went or why this store is in ruins?” came the almost-innocent question. A slight pause while Raine deliberated whether to put the female back in her proper place or to finish pushing onwards to the symbol, she continued onwards. Her steps coming on with a soft pat every time her slippers touched the filthy floor.

I’d like to know that too,” came yet another voice. Raine sighed, before stopping on her slow and almost tedious progress to the Ouroboros. It seemed as though there was a need to explain things - even though she personally had no idea as to the truth, even her guess would be more correct than the deductions of that child. From the sight of her, she was probably slightly younger, a younger sibling that was created by the Dollmaster.

Raine turned around, using her momentum to spin towards the new arrivals. While one was more tastefully dressed with blond hair, the other with the parasol was wearing quite revealing clothes. The one with the better apparel had curling blond hair and although pretty in her own right, Raine outshone her like a sun did the stars. The one without the joints had strangely colored hair - and was taller than herself. She couldn’t say that she liked the feeling of having to crane up her neck, but it just went to show her garish appearance. It just went as evidence that the newer dolls seemed to lack both taste and decency. The first new arrival were also much newer from the sight of her, not a newer sibling per se. The distance between their respective models was similar to that between generations.

With a scornful cough, Raine cleared her throat, as though daring others to interrupt her already slower speech. That in mind, she decided that even if one of the other dolls interjected, she would merely pitch her voice higher and speak above them. Their opinions did not have to be heard, after all. “Are you but spoiled brats?” she stated, with a hidden thorn in her voice, at the questions the new arrivals had thrown her way. “If I had to answer all of your questions, we would be here for the rest of my eternity. If you’ve realized that you’re clueless and useless in such a situation, would you please keep your little opinions to yourself? I’m sure that your imaginary friends would find great solace in knowing that there was someone as stupid as them. That is if you even have minds to use. Perhaps the Dollmaster forgot because he was petrified by the idea that you would become the cretins of society.

“Wait. I forgot. You already are.

“Now if you’ll do me a favor, you’ll listen to your superiors and obvious betters. As soon as I have finished looking at everything of interest, I am going to find that coward of a key keeper and take back my belongings. Whether or not you do too, I don’t see why I would care.”

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In dealing with humans over the past many decades, Dove had seen for herself that humans seemed to absorb the emotions of others like an illness. One blustering, angry soul could inspire a whole room of them to anger; one giggling fool could spread his smile through a crowded taproom. Dove was often thankful that Dolls did not behave just this way, however, as more porcelain bodies entered the blackened shop, the child Doll had some inkling of the panic being swapped around. Thankfully, she could refuse to take part.

The watch face in her hand ticked steadily within fetchingly tarnished silver. The hands, thin black twists of delicate metal, jerked with a clean neatness that always gave the little lamb pleasure as she watched them. Upon the round face the hours of the day were inscribed. It had only been an hour and twenty-six minutes since her arrival in Terota, and already things were going so utterly awry. Ah, well. At the bottom of the face lay a semi-circular cutaway, beneath which turned a disk with a bright day and starry night painted upon it. Of course, it being late morning, only the blue sky and gilt sun were visible. There was a quiet click as the watch closed like a clamshell in her palm.

With the air of a sleepy grandmother watching a child play before a warming hearth, Dove gazed upon Raine as she moved towards the apocryphal note and symbol. Her snowy lashes blinked with a soft click of her lids as she watched a shattered piece of spun glass carve across the other Doll's pale, flawless arm. She supposed she'd be alright. Porcelain of that making was rather resilient. As the questions mounted, that curly head turned towards the door. For a moment, Dove let the voices bounce off of her ears as if she had not heard them, taking time instead to glance over the fearful creatures that had entered. Immediately she saw Jaina as sad and lost, for clearly she had little respect for the perfection it was to be a Doll if she dressed so scandalously. Truly it was always a sorry sight to come upon a Doll that tried so hard to emulate the licentious flaws of a human. Perhaps she could not help it.. perhaps these Jointless dolls felt urged to do so, in looking so much like them. It would be finer, of course, to use the nearness in appearance to make an example out of oneself; to be better, purer, more lovely in every way. But Dove just smiled softly, and snapped her eyes a degree to the left, appreciating the softer look of the plaintive blonde.

“Do any of you know where the key-keeper went or why this store is in ruins?”

Dove's voice fell from her, as velvety as her coat, and twice as dry. It was the neuter voice of a child, with a strange timbre to it. Perhaps the depth just came with age, for after all, this Jointed doll was very old, and human rules did not apply. "If I knew, dear, I would not be here."

But soon after, Raine returned to the center of the room as if it was her place, and Dove did not interrupt. She also did not appear to pay full attention, for while the raven-haired Doll spoke, she gratingly released her locket, which rattled as it settled to her belly, clacking once against one of the neat jet buttons on her well-tailored habit. Jointed fingers crawled into that pocket, and withdrew the damp bit of soft, fibrous paper, and she eyed it once again. There was plenty of time to think while this bitter little angel in a white dress established herself over the other two. There was an acidic ring to that slow and otherwise charming voice that made Dove smile in the strangest way. Considering that the doll of questionable morals and the one with the floral dress did not seem quite capable of making decisions for themselves very well, the lamb only bowed mildly to them in a curt obeisance before turning to Raine at the end of her little tirade and stepping a bit closer on her curvy little legs, her chopines tapping hollowly on the marred floor.

In her hand she held the scarlet fragment, and her upturned face was naturally sweet and harmless. For Raine's golden eyes, Dove had turned it so the "Look here, sweetling- ah, do not touch it, for your dress and skin are so fine- ...Don't you think, perhaps, Sagen may be of some interest?" She did not further explain that this appeared to be some sort of map; whether of a physical location or a causal flow, she was not sure. Furthermore, she much preferred silence, and was used to speaking mostly when asked. Where she more loquacious, she may have pointed out the arrow and what appeared to be the washed-out, truncated name of this Town, but the taller doll seemed smart enough, or at least should be, if she found it her place to be so cruel.

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Viyo was walking the streets where the children laughed and the elders bickered. It was truly a wonderful day. The beautiful jointless doll smiled and dipped her head gracefully, respectfully to those who greeted her. The humans were so kind and the doll ached for the bonds that they shared with one another. If only she could be like them... Viyo shook the thoughts away, gently scolding herself. Viyo, you are a doll. They are humans. You're even going to get winded!

Still, she couldn't help but be wistful and tucked a strand of pure white hair behind her ear. She had felt the lovely bond once. That was before she knew better. They had died. Something that she was incapable of... unless she did not go to her winding. However, Viyo was sensible and knew that suicide would be cowardly. This was the way she was and there was no use pretending otherwise. She smoothed down her ice blue dress with pale dainty hands. It was slightly frilly at the bottom and ended right above her knees. It made her look like some kind of angel and the citizens appeared ot agree as well, complimenting her appearance. Viyo just took them graciously, knowing she should be thankful to the maker who had created her in such a way. She had no control over what she looked like and Viyo knew it was nothing to be proud about.

A dog seemed to get loose from its owner and darted around her. Reacting quickly, Viyo gently grabbed the mutt's collar and held it as the young owner rushed up. The little boy apologized and the doll smiled, feeling the animal's soft, silky fur. It was nothing. Any decent person would have done it also.

"Have a nice day," Viyo waved cheerfully at the boy who bowed, flustered and happy, at her with one hand holding the dog's collar tightly. She started walking again. Oh, she was in such a good mood. Interacting with others always helped cheer her up. She just liked being around others... maybe even too much.

Well, now she had to go to her winding and Viyo walked with a slight spring in her step. After her winding, she would go to the library. They had sent a notice that a few books she had reserved were now in.

Then Viyo spotted the shop and hurried over to it. Through the tinted windows, her ice blue eyes could vaguely make out a few forms. Were some other dolls there as well? She grasped the handle and stepped inside. as soon as she did, Viyo gasped, her eyes widening. What had happened? The last time she was here, it was so neat and orderly...

She almost asked the other dolls what had happened. However, common sense told her that they did not know either.

"Hello, I'm guessing that something's happened to the doll maker..." Viyo paused, hesitating. "Have you found anything that may lead us to the information on what happened here?

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After her wrath had been completely expelled on the sorry excuses for dolls, Raine found that she had a smile resting on her porcelain face. Ah, it always was a slight hobby of hers to put people where they should belong - especially if they were so forward with their faults that she really couldn’t help but seeing it. Hearing a clacking sound, she turned towards the child, who - to her greatest delight, was much shorter than she was, and less perfect as well.

In her hand, she held a red, dripping rag of paper, and Raine nearly turned away with a haughty sniff. There was no way that such a piece of trash would be useful in finding the keykeeper. He had just gotten scared of his heavy responsibility and ran. Well, it was just up to her to fetch him back again, giving him a short lesson while she was at it. “Look here, sweetling - ah, do not touch it, for your dress and skin are so fine-” The doll with the luxuriously brushed black tresses looked more closely at the piece of what she just realized was paper, as her glass eyes caught many of the details that had been inscribed.

The child amused her greatly, and there was a inkling of like for the language used. As the… Raine just noticed that despite all that she knew about the doll - she really couldn’t tell what gender the doll was… Maybe her overly sweet honorifics grated on her ears slightly, as it made her feel younger, when she was obviously younger, but she was much better than the rest of the companions she had been saddled with. “...Don’t you think, perhaps, Sagen may be of some interest?

Without looking at the faded texts, she could have told the doll that much already. Sagen was her home, and therefore, it was obvious that it would become important. But as Raine really found within her a kernel of burning dislike for the cowardly keykeeper, she forced herself to focus more intently on it. Yes, there was the ‘Sage’ and scanning it quickly, she noticed something alarming. Despite the fact that the system of straight lines appeared to be a map, Sagen was not organized in such a manner. Instead of a grid-like system, it was arranged in a wheel - so there must be something wrong with it. Neither did she recognize the plaza in the center.

She was just about to speak when yet another doll arrived. This one was jointless, yes, but pale like a blank canvas. Without a startling use of color, the newcomer was nothing more than a doll who was waiting to be finished. Raine blinked her golden eyes in sheer arrogance - waiting for the doll to draw her attention to her exquisitely-formed appearance. The doll herself wasn’t that badly made, but once again, she could only say that she was far more brilliant than she was. The glistening form of snow in no way could attempt to touch the light produced by the sun. “Hello, I’m guessing that something’s happened to the doll maker… Have you found anything that may lead us to the information on what happened here?

Raine was planning on ignoring her, but she couldn’t help but reach out with a statement, delivered with spite. “Well, I would tell you, but you’re jointless. I have found that throughout my entire existence, none of your generation are worth my time. If you would remain in the corner there, I would be very much obliged. I, personally, do not need anyone to get in my way. If you can prove that you have been gifted with a mind, be my guest.”

Then, turning back towards the child, she spoke in a slightly softer tone, although the volume of it was still loud enough to be heard… “So he has decided to run to Sagen in fear, is it? How impolite of him. I had spent so much time and effort commuting here for him, and now he decides to make my previous efforts useless.” The porcelain fingertips on her hands clacked together as she pressed them together in thought. “We’ll have to find him quickly - so there is no time to be wasting here.” Then, with a turn towards the doorway, she called back over her shoulder at the younger doll. “If you’d bring that and any other points of interests, we might as well make our way to the beautiful port city of Sagen.”

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Sagen. The town of worthless people who do nothing but the same routine day after day. Sleep, eat, work, shop, sell, buy, repeat. The only good thing about a repetitive life is the trips to the pubs after work. The bars are full of drunken men and delightful women who all come for the same thing: happy hour and of course a few other things. A man sat a the bar counter, his head resting on the cold slab.

"Hey...Lark! Buddy, it's time you go home." the bar tender said to the drunken man.
"Shuddap Stan!" the man yelled. "I'm fine!"

Stan put his hand on Jacen's shoulder pratically covering it. "Seriously Jacen. Go home. I can get someone to help you there."
Jacen laughed bitterly. "No thanks, I'll walk by myself." he said as he picked up his jacket and stumbled out of the bar. A few other men in the bar whistled and laughed at Jacen's misfortune. It was the only time they could when he was wasted. Compaired to the other men in Sagen, Jacen's build is pratically one of a ladys. His small waist and pale skin are feminine compaired to the brawn, tan bodies of the port men.

Jacen would've said something sarcastic back at them, but his mind was too jumbled to even remember what day it was. I guess I went too far today... he thought as he looked up in the night sky. The stars were shining brightly on this warm night and the streets were unusually bare. What time is it? The streets always have at least two people wandering about...

Jacen's vision started to blur as he continued to walk down the street. He tried to read the street signs to find his way back to his appartment, but it was no use. Soon he didn't even know where he was going or if he was even on the sidewalk. Maybe I should've gotten some help... Jacen thought was he kept wondering around the night. Without any clue of direction, Jacen started stumbling down an alley way. I need to sit down for a while. Just a few minutes wouldn't hurt. Jacen slid down the brick wall and closed his eyes. Just a...few...min...

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Throughout their whole exchange, Cassandra had opted to listen closely at the conversation, all the while looking around the destroyed shop. Not that they were actually saying something important or worth taking note off, but for the amethyst-haired jointless doll it would be a great advantage to study the personalities of these beings.

It was because of these studies that she had learned to triumph any situation/problem she encountered.

Secretly scoffing at the obvious insults thrown towards the others and also advertently to her, Cassandra just let the “older” girl take control of the situation and dish out statements word after word.

‘This one is such a cranky old doll’, she can’t help thinking as she noticed her getting irritated even of the littlest things. The golden-eyed doll spoke as if she was someone of higher status—like what is normal for the jointed dolls, even if she had in many words plainly declared to all of them that she had no clue on what has happened in here. ‘And she dared to call us clueless and useless?’ She briefly made a face at the back of the speaker before arranging her expression into an innocent one- well, as innocent and weak she can be-.

Her head lowered as if in shame, and her hand clutched the parasol to her chest. Looking every inch helpless and inferior, she tried hard not to catch the black-haired doll’s eyes; bowing down and staring at the dirty ground.

‘If weak and inferior she think of us, then that is what she will get’, were Cassandra’s thoughts as she played the character to the fullest of her ability. Settling on this new approach (personality change), she waited expectantly to what the other dolls reaction will be.

It was natural for beings like them to be arrogant and proud. No doubt they had every reason to be. Not only were they beautiful and striking in appearance, the limitless time- their immortality, the grander skills and talents of dolls and sometimes the envy and bitterness of human themselves proved as a confirmation for the superiority of dolls overall the living creatures. It would assuredly be a surprise for them to see such a spineless doll.
In all truth though, getting back at the one-sided dialogue in front of her, she had been most tempted to leave as soon as the black-haired golden-eyed girl had stated about finishing the search for anything that could give clue to the key keeper’s whereabouts. If it was up to her she would not endure any longer the company of these unbearable presences. However once she had underwent an undeniably heavy weighing down of the positives and negatives and after regarding the other girls, she decided to stick around a little longer.

Though she was probably as vain and haughty as they are, Jaina Cassandra was more inclined with pursuing every means about a particular goal rather than getting sensitive and offended with the several insults directed at her. For the brown-eyed girl, though they were unknowing this moment, surely later on these jointed ones might find some clue about the location of the key-keeper.

From what she had gathered, it is duly confirmed that the-key keeper wasn’t here, though he was supposed to be. Not that the broken things hadn’t helped to serve as enough clue to what has happened, it still didn’t hurt her to be more certain. After all, it had been years, a time far too long since she last visited. Who knew what had changed since then?

Biting her tongue to control herself from retorting and speaking out loud in their presence, she waited until the first doll- the superior acting one, addressed them and uttered the possibility of travelling towards another place.

Ah, Sagen! One place she can deem to call a town of sin and pleasure . She had been to the place once, and that was a few years back. Her master had longed to see the port during that time. Finally after a lot of planning and effort, few weeks later they were given the permission to go and visit it.

Without a doubt, she could definitely say that she have enjoyed the trip. The most memorable vacation she ever had!

It wasn’t because of the location though- more so because of her companion. She could still clearly remember the moment that both of them were gazing at the sea, standing at the edge of the harbor. It had been such a warming and pleasant experience.

Comfortable silence had permeated over them, as they contented their selves with listening to the sounds of the waves crashing and the birds flapping their wings. No words were needed and even if they had only stayed there for such a short time, to her, it was one of the most treasured minutes she had experienced ‘til forever.

Too bad she couldn’t do that same thing now.

Instead, it seemed to her that she will be accompanied with uptight and stuck-up dolls on her second visit. ‘Jolly!’ She can’t help but do an inner monologue, hiding the scowl that was sure to grace her beautiful features.

With the right amount of shyness and awkwardness injected in her voice, she then questioned--stuttering while doing so, “I’m sorry if I might sound foolish… but, h-how do you plan on traveling to Sagen? I have never been to that... place and I heard that it’s a town that also serves as a port. What if there were pirates? Or drunkards?”

She then looked around, gripping tightly the parasol in her hands. She had performed her best, looking authentically weak and pathetic to everyone who’ll see her.

This acting was a game she had perfectly mastered. Especially when the duchess had ordered her to be imprisoned in a room away from the young heir-- this activity had grown to be a past time. There were only few who have seen through her act, and even then, she made it certain to not intentionally reveal her bluff until the very end… or if not, until she gets bored.

((I'm willing to edit anything you guys might find wrong in this post. :> Sorry for the grammar inconsistencies. []__[]

Edit: I forgot to change the place!! >.< Sorry! ))

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Raine took a brief glance around the building for one final time. Overcome with shock from the pigsty inside and her missing key, she had previously not been able to look around herself. There was really nothing of interest beyond those two pieces of paper that the genderless child had already shown her - but there was no way that Raine would idly follow someone else’s opinion. She was going to have to take a look herself. Paying no real attention to the ground, she walked towards the chair that lay on its side. Peering at the ruined brown wood carefully, she ran one hand against it - although she could literally feel nothing. One more fearless step later, she let out her breath with a harsh sound as her flawless feet stepped on something hard and pointy. The black-haired doll carefully stepped backwards before picking up a twisted silver glasses frame.

A face flashed in front of her face - that of the keykeeper himself. Watery brown eyes obscured by glasses along with cropped dark hair. His features were the same as any other human, and at least to Raine, there was no way that one would be able to recognize him in a crowd. He was unremarkable in every way… But that wasn’t important. At the very least, she would recognize her key anywhere. The jointed doll twisted the glasses between her hands before tossing it into the fire without sparing it a backwards glance.

It was then that she was distracted by her mindless meandering through the area by a sound. So, someone was speaking, were they? The … jointless one. She looked extremely demure, which, while pleasing Raine greatly, seemed to be at odds with her slightly revealing clothing. Still, it seemed as though the jointless one realized exactly the gap between the two beings. “I’m sorry if I might sound foolish…” she spoke in a similarly timid voice, while Raine’s glass eyes flashed with amusement. Watching those inferior to her making fools out of their foolish selves was ever so funny. “but, h-how do you plan on traveling to Sagen? I have never been to that … place and I heard that it’s a town that also serves as a port. What if there were pirates? Or drunkards?

Listening to the idiot insult her precious home had Raine momentarily clenching her fists. But she quickly relaxed. Such a human display of emotion was beneath her, being a doll and all, so instead she faced the jointless doll with a patronizing smile. “Now, now, you. I don’t recall inviting you in any way. I wouldn’t want your jointless self to contaminate my belongings, you see. It’s nothing personal - just a complaint about how completely marred you are. Your imperfect might mar myself, jointless.” But maybe she would need a porter. Raine was ever so conscious of the ticking clock inside herself as she slowly unravelled. She only had two days left to chase down that cowardly keykeeper, and well - having some extra hands would be helpful.

“Don’t speak of Sagen that way,” she admonished the younger being. “It’s absolutely safe. I had thought that was common sense even amongst those who knew nothing, such as yourself.” She coughed gently for emphasis before continuing. Once again, Raine was not going to stop talking even if anyone dared interrupt. Her voice was loud enough to carry even should someone speak. “The more … unsavory members you have mentioned stick to their own districts - there is nothing to fear. If you’re going to come as well, you may as well walk there; it’ll take you perhaps two days if you have the willpower to continue. That is, unless you have something to offer me?...Can you carry heavy loads? Wash clothing? Do you have a way to pay for your passage? I don’t usually take on extra weight, but I’ll make you an exception - coin will do if you can’t do anything else.”

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“The more … unsavory members you have mentioned stick to their own districts - there is nothing to fear. If you’re going to come as well, you may as well walk there; it’ll take you perhaps two days if you have the willpower to continue. That is, unless you have something to offer me? ...Can you carry heavy loads? Wash clothing? Do you have a way to pay for your passage? I don’t usually take on extra weight, but I’ll make you an exception - coin will do if you can’t do anything else.”


Her face soured the moment that she heard the older doll's haughty and patronizing tone. It was a good thing she had opted to lower her head else she might unintentionally show them her true feelings. They had really taken her for a spineless and lowly jointless. After all the superior acting doll, while it was degrading even, had actually considered bringing her along the trip. If she was another doll in this scenario with the way the golden-eyed one insulted them, she might have flipped and took great offense.

The black-haired and golden eyed doll was very arrogant in all ways possible. More arrogant than Cassandra herself, she could definitely say. From the moment that they had entered this dilapidated ruin and discovered the owner of the shop gone, she had mouthed nothing contemptuousness and disdain: for all of them. Not used with such treatment, Cassandra was more than tempted to deck her or push her into the nearby fireplace, laughing as she watched her archaic body being eaten by the flames. 'It would be a delight to witness that!' She sneered in the back of her mind, duly checking if she still looked powerless in her stance with the way her thoughts about this situation runs.

Thinking deeply about this, the amethyst-haired girl felt relieved that they hadn't suspected anything (which meant that her acting was once again as flawless as it could ever be). Mentally shaking her head in amusement, it was understandably natural for the dolls to be one-sided, and for that she felt victorious with their current treatment of her. It would be easier for her to play this game after all.

Eyeing the black-haired doll for a moment as she slightly raised her head, she then weakly uttered. "Coins...?" She tilted her head to the sides as if desperately searching for something, and looked at her superior once again. "I do not know any form of labor...", she spoke in a wistful and disappointed tone. As if she was truly sorry that she couldn't do any of the tasks the older doll had suggested. She took a coin bag out of her purse and meekly lifted it for others to see. "T-this is all that I have. Will this be enough?"

She fully raised her head and stared at the other doll inquisitively, "I don't know if this is going to be enough but I truly hoped it would. I need to find the key-keeper and I will be honored if you'd let me come." She let out a forced small smile before continuing as she tightly gripped the bag in one hand, "I-I won't get in your way! You won't even feel I'm there... and this might sound that I'm begging so much but if going into Sagen will stand a better chance to meet the key-keeper then I'll do all I can to get there."

Cringing as she totally gave out her best with the acting (-how else can she explain being able to stomach delivering that disgusting speech?!), she inwardly contradicted every word that she uttered in front of them. She certainly sounded pathetic and she knew if this wouldn't work, nothing else with regards to appearing spineless and shy would. Not that she was downplaying her skills, but honestly, that was the worst acting experience she had to endure. And she had to do it to the ones she had always thought of the lowest, the jointed dolls--next to other humans that is.

Who knew that acting inferior in front of these old and cranky dolls would be this exasperating? ‘This better be worth it!’ She thought brattily, sneaking a calculating glance towards them. She wasn't used to being totally dependent to the other’s mercy. While her drama might have been perfect, there is still though very much miniscule, a chance that someone will notice her façade.

"I am fervently wishing that you'd allow me." She turned to give the brown bag filled with a generous amount of coins to her with the same small hopeful smile playing in her lips and waited until the older doll reached for it. If she'd take it, Cassandra would take it as a sign of her affirmation. The bag didn’t have just a handful of money after all. It was pretty plentiful and she knew it would be approximately suitable enough for a six-person’s trip to Sagen or more. She didn't know if the doll would fall into her bluff, but she most confidently dare to assume that the jointed doll would.

'Move faster you slowpoke', she longed to say while observing the slower reflexes the black-haired doll had, obviously aware that their precious time is ticking faster than she would have liked. Being stuck in a place such as this with no human to turn her key, would certainly be disastrous especially at the nearing hours for her winding. They had already wasted minutes -or was it an hour?- than needed and it is apparently time for them to move on.

“Oh! You can address me as Cassandra by the way. I’ve just noticed how impolite I was, talking to you without even introducing myself. Please forgive me for my insolence.” She curtsied towards them, bowing low as she held her short dress up with her free hand.

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Raine's lips curled up in a taunting smile as she watched the lesser doll weakly continue onwards. Oh, it was such pleasure to watch someone clearly inferior achieve their perfect state of subordination. "Coins," the younger jointless uttered, with a truly useless look on her face. She bit back a laugh. "I do not know any form of labor..." she continued. Well, that explained the blank and disappointed look of this being. The doll appeared to be meek and spineless - the true personality of one of the newer generation. At least one of them understood their proper position in society, underneath the foot of those better than them. "[b]T-this is all that I have. Will this be enough? I don't know if this is going to be enough, but I truly hoped it would. I need to find the key-keeper, and I would be honored if you'd let me come." After lifting up a small bag, presumably containing coins, she gave a smile...

The perfect kind of smile for such a jointless.

"I-won't get in your way! You won't even feel I'm there.. and this might sound that I'm begging so much but if going into Sagen will stand a better chance to meet the key-keeper then I'll do all I can to get there." Raine almost found it strange that a doll of the like would lack the pride that others of the deathless kind possessed, but threw away that notion into the furthest recesses of her brain. It was obvious that due to her stunning beauty, the younger doll had no choice but to admit to her inferiority. "I am fervently wishing that you'd allow me."

The other doll lifted the brown bag in her hand towards Raine, and she lifted one absolutely delicate hand to take it. Looking inside, she paused momentarily. There was no way that such a doll would end up with such a sizable sum of money. The golden-eyed doll was expecting a small handful of coins at the most, but this... This was something completely surprising. Where did she get this money in the first place? "Oh! You can address me as Cassandra by the way. I've just noticed how impolite I was, talking to you without even introducing myself. Please forgive me for my insolence." This speech did not make it into the slower receptors of Raine's senses - or even if they had been heard, the jointed doll would have ignored it.

“Oh! You can address me as Cassandra by the way. I’ve just noticed how impolite I was, talking to you without even introducing myself. Please forgive me for my insolence.” She curtsied towards them, bowing low as she held her short dress up with her free hand.

It must have been stolen.

Someone who dressed like that would have no other way of obtaining this money. Plus, she had admitted herself that she did not have any talents whatsoever. There was no way that Raine would soil her hands with these coins, given their probable origin. They had probably come from the lowest of the lowest - humans that spent their entire living time in these places that served alcohol in their everlasting quest to not need sleep. Even the thought of that almost made Raine's porcelain body crawl with disgust.

With a frown, Raine dropped the coins on the ground, before mustering up the coldest tone she could. "So, doll, where did you get this money? I am honor-bound to report you to any and all authorities and persons whom you might have wronged. Tell me, and tell me the truth. This money was not earned by any proper practice was it? What did you do to get it? Have you found that purse-cutting is a suitable alternative for learning a trade? Do not fear. It is the duty of those better than you to bring you on the right path. So tell me. doll, where did you obtain this?

"I am not one of your unscrupulous peers who spare no thought to the origin of this money. The world is mine, doll, and I intend to keep everything that I may come in contact with sparkling clean. And that includes legal. If you return your spoils, you may just as well escape punishment. I believe that will be the best path for you... so hurry up and do it. You shall feel a great lightening of conscience afterwards." Here, she offered a small lightening of her voice, before continuing. "It is for the best that you obey me."

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Watching the black-haired doll's reaction as patiently as she could, Cassandra held out the small bag of coins in her hand. While she looked every inch inferior compared to the one in front, the amethyst-haired doll was actually inwardly throwing her every swear words that she acquired from her mistress' uncouth mouth. She had remembered once thinking of cursing as very idiotic and unladylike. After all, she had observed from the matrons of the society on how they complained for a person's very vocal... speech. It was considered a shameful move but now as she waited for the stupid doll's hand, she found herself not caring a bit about it.

Very much tempted to push the coins on the superior-acting doll's ugly face, she then settled on discreetly fisting her purse with her left hand on the sides. Despite her initial judgment and disgust for the surroundings, she was forced to temporarily place her parasol at the nearby barely standing counter. She didn’t know how many more moments this stupid doll would waste to get the money but she would rather not want to look like an idiot cramming all of her belongings in her free hand—the other currently holding out the small bag.

Surreptitiously eyeing the jointed being, she could not stop shaking her head mentally. Noting on how pitiful-looking the slower doll was. She considered dolls of her generation cursed and deprived—the undoubtedly superior acting one’s that was. They had looked disgusting with or without the many layers of clothes covering their body and they looked so creepily very much still doll-like to the very core that Cassandra sometimes felt sorry for them. They moved slower, process information even way slower—than she could obviously and they are such old-age believers that she couldn’t stop shuddering whenever she had to have a prolonged stay with one of them, like now… for starters. They were truly such weak creatures that are destined to die way too easier compared to her kind.

Noticing her still outstretched hand, she almost groaned once she noted that it hadn't been more than a moment yet when she had last showed the other doll the coins. “I am really proud of my skills”, she randomly thought, studying the bag of coins. It had come from Madame Lilian, one of the many matrons she had successfully won over. Her latest victim actually. Recalling how she was able to deceive the older fat woman into doing all of her bidding, Cassandra lowered her head and smirked in secret.

The woman was such a stupid fool: easily swayed by a bit of charming words and praises complimented on her way. Cassandra had stayed with her for some few moons and it was only when they had visited Terota (due to her innocent request) that she decided to ditch the woman’s not-so-companionable presence. The woman had totally fallen under her traps when the amethyst-haired doll had deceitfully commented in passing on how she needed provisions in order to travel for her conquest to find her beloved prince. Lilian Gaborne had wasted no time in giving her lots of the said provisions worth more than just a thousand coins. Garments, foods, and even the escorts, the wealthy wife of a Duke gave her everything that she needed and wished for. 'Urgh! I can gag now!' She thought haughtily as she vanished away the remnants of the mistress of Hastings away from her mind.

Finally, after a seemingly long period of waiting, the archaic doll had reached for the money and took it into her jointed hands. Sighing quietly in relief, she gently massaged her hands and unconsciously waited with bated breath for her next action.

Perhaps, she wouldn’t dare not let me get off the journey now? 'That wasn’t a petty amount of monetary value after all! 'Unable to stop the small smirk from spreading on her lovely features, Cassandra’s eyes greatly widened when the jointed doll dropped the coin bag unceremoniously on the ground. Hearing the sounds of the coins knocking over each other as it abruptly fell, she almost missed the cold voice speaking. Feeling as if she was a jointed doll herself, instead of her prided jointless structure, she slowly comprehended the statements.

"So, doll, where did you get this money? I am honor-bound to report you to any and all authorities and persons whom you might have wronged. Tell me, and tell me the truth. This money was not earned by any proper practice was it? What did you do to get it? Have you found that purse-cutting is a suitable alternative for learning a trade? Do not fear. It is the duty of those better than you to bring you on the right path. So tell me. doll, where did you obtain this?



The black-haired being had spoken without waiting for her response and it was only because of Cassandra’s intellectual prowess that helped her understand the words even in a stunned state.

Almost growling but thankfully regaining her composure, she stared directly to the golden-eyed doll and spoke in the most detached tone she can master (despite her grave rage): “Those coins had come from a friend. Madame Lilian Gaborne of Hastings in case you wanted to know.” Cassandra decided to be truthful—since the money did came from the portly woman. And no matter how angry she was for this doll’s insolence, she was reminded to stick to her act even till the last moments. Though unintentionally leaving out the stutters as she then added “I would have appreciated it greatly if you asked me about it before you had so much cold-heartedly dropped my well-earned possessions without second thoughts…” Cassandra trailed off, snapping back into her meek persona when she was able to calm down for a bit.

“I can assure you that these coins didn’t come from illegal means. I could not dare imagine that dolls of your stature could be this… uncivilized and mean. I came here with clean conscience and with the hope finding my key. Remember that I am very sorry to say this and I meant no offense, but I feel that it is my duty to state this else you continue your wicked attitude. You, Madam are the worst kind of jointed doll that I have ever had the displeasure of knowing.

Gagging mentally at the respectful tone she had used, she continued cursing the damned doll in the confines of her mind. Cassandra curtsied stiffly, before gracefully lowering to collect the coins. With a grimace, she carefully took the gold back into the bag and once done, she wordlessly stood up.

Retrieving the rest of her belongings, she then turned to walk away. Not sparing the others another single glance when she reached the exit, she stopped momentously not caring to look back before she uttered: “Though I am obviously weaker than you are, I will not subject myself to the torture of the likes of you. Please look forward for my complaints to the local authority, because not only did you step over my humble being… you also intentionally shamed Madame Lilian’s name. Good day.”

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Expecting for the other doll to immediately drop down on her knees begging for forgiveness, Raine was momentarily shocked by the reply. “Those coins had come from a friend. Madame Lilian Gaborne of Hastings in case you wanted to know.” Sticking to her story until the very end… the older doll felt a sticky disgust deep inside her heart. This madame, whoever she was, was no doubt either an illusion created by this liar in order to give her story credence.”I would have appreciated it greatly if you asked me about it before you had so much cold-heartedly dropped my well-earned possessions without second thoughts.

‘[i]I thought that this doll did not have any helpful skills,[i]’ she thought dismissively. There would be no way that she - whatever her name was - would have been able to earn any sum of money, even in the disgusting ways that were likely, given her clothing.

I can assure you that…” blah blah blah. Whatever nonsense she was going to spew out, Raine had lost all interest in continuing with their conversation. She was not going to soil her beauty by consorting with such types. Raine turned away from the still-talking jointless before a single phrase caught her attention. “You, Madam, are the worst kind of jointed doll that I have ever had the displeasure of knowing.

So not only was she going to be disgraceful to the name of dolls throughout the area, the rude, unsavory individual was going to insult the best that the world had to offer. Without question, Raine was furious. Her hands balled up into fists, and her breathing came louder and faster than usual. She tossed her head and her black straight hair fluttered gently, before falling back into place, although slightly disheveled.

She ignored the doll for the rest of the time, even though she was aware of the mindless words that still spilt out of her ungrateful lips. Reminding herself that such a human display of emotion was beneath her, Raine merely froze in place as her face composed itself, always a slow, agonizing process. Watching the other prance off into Terota, Raine waited a few minutes before stepping daintily through the rubble.

Her carriage was just around the corner, and she waved her hand imperiously in its direction. The driver snapped the reins to the horses, and it rumbled slowly in her direction. Maybe it was the recent encounter that had left her more upset than usual, but she hardly spared him a glance before entering her means of conveyance.

“Sagen,” she ordered loudly, before settling her porcelain body down on one of the soft cushioned seats. “And make it snappy. I’ve already spent more time in this hovel than I had ever wanted. I must get back my belongings, and for the Dollmaster’s sake, I dreadfully hope that I don’t meet up with that disgusting cretin from the countryside again.”

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I have no use for such material things.. Why? Because I have knowledge that I treasure more.

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Character Portrait: The Dollmaster
Character Portrait: Raine Alba
Character Portrait: Rey Sargs
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Character Portrait: Devon Anderson - Von
Character Portrait: Jaina Cassandra
Character Portrait: Orchid Ross
Character Portrait: Jacen Lark
Character Portrait: Jack Tinkertoy

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Character Portrait: Jack Tinkertoy
Jack Tinkertoy

Tick tock goes the clock... Ding Dong ends your song.

Character Portrait: Jacen Lark
Jacen Lark

"They are nothing but hollow ghosts..."

Character Portrait: Orchid Ross
Orchid Ross

"You say my words are hard and mean but I say they're poetic justice"

Character Portrait: Jaina Cassandra
Jaina Cassandra

...I will be perfect, just for him

Character Portrait: Dove Oneira
Dove Oneira

"Time rules flesh, and that causes impetuosity, short-sidedness, and greed. Be still, and know good."

Character Portrait: Rey Sargs
Rey Sargs

Old Man Leo would've wanted me to continue.

Character Portrait: Raine Alba
Raine Alba

"The Jointless are mere reflections of what beauty a true Jointed doll is able to possess."

Character Portrait: The Dollmaster
The Dollmaster

[GM operated] Do not use this as a foundation for your own character. Profiles as bad and empty as this one will not be accepted.

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Character Portrait: Dove Oneira
Dove Oneira

"Time rules flesh, and that causes impetuosity, short-sidedness, and greed. Be still, and know good."

Character Portrait: The Dollmaster
The Dollmaster

[GM operated] Do not use this as a foundation for your own character. Profiles as bad and empty as this one will not be accepted.

Character Portrait: Orchid Ross
Orchid Ross

"You say my words are hard and mean but I say they're poetic justice"

Character Portrait: Jack Tinkertoy
Jack Tinkertoy

Tick tock goes the clock... Ding Dong ends your song.

Character Portrait: Jaina Cassandra
Jaina Cassandra

...I will be perfect, just for him

Character Portrait: Rey Sargs
Rey Sargs

Old Man Leo would've wanted me to continue.

Character Portrait: Raine Alba
Raine Alba

"The Jointless are mere reflections of what beauty a true Jointed doll is able to possess."

Character Portrait: Jacen Lark
Jacen Lark

"They are nothing but hollow ghosts..."

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Character Portrait: Orchid Ross
Orchid Ross

"You say my words are hard and mean but I say they're poetic justice"

Character Portrait: The Dollmaster
The Dollmaster

[GM operated] Do not use this as a foundation for your own character. Profiles as bad and empty as this one will not be accepted.

Character Portrait: Jacen Lark
Jacen Lark

"They are nothing but hollow ghosts..."

Character Portrait: Jaina Cassandra
Jaina Cassandra

...I will be perfect, just for him

Character Portrait: Rey Sargs
Rey Sargs

Old Man Leo would've wanted me to continue.

Character Portrait: Raine Alba
Raine Alba

"The Jointless are mere reflections of what beauty a true Jointed doll is able to possess."

Character Portrait: Dove Oneira
Dove Oneira

"Time rules flesh, and that causes impetuosity, short-sidedness, and greed. Be still, and know good."

Character Portrait: Jack Tinkertoy
Jack Tinkertoy

Tick tock goes the clock... Ding Dong ends your song.


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Terota

Terota by RolePlayGateway

Terota - A simple village in the north, with no firm political standing or economic benefits.

Belerise

Belerise by RolePlayGateway

Belerise - a city famous for its prosperity and wealth

Sagen

Sagen by RolePlayGateway

Sagen - a port town where wayfarers may set for open sea

Eidings

Eidings by RolePlayGateway

Eidings - the only all-doll settlement known in these parts

The World

The World by Cienpher

The World - A disconnected world of scattered cities and strange little towns.

The World

The World - A disconnected world of scattered cities and strange little towns.

Terota

The World Terota Owner: RolePlayGateway

Terota - A simple village in the north, with no firm political standing or economic benefits.

Sagen

The World Sagen Owner: RolePlayGateway

Sagen - a port town where wayfarers may set for open sea

Eidings

The World Eidings Owner: RolePlayGateway

Eidings - the only all-doll settlement known in these parts

Belerise

The World Belerise Owner: RolePlayGateway

Belerise - a city famous for its prosperity and wealth

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Re: The Dollmaster's Key

:) I see. Though I don't know whether I should feel comforted or sad with that detail.. I hope we get roleplayers soon! >.<

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Post something, Cien. I don't know... >.< ... Just... do something. XD

And if it's a GM post, I ... think you should think more about what you're trying to accomplish because I have very few thoughts at the moment. ^^"




It's fine, xKyrie. ;D Everyone poofed for a while...


I'll post soon... maybe. >.>

Re: The Dollmaster's Key

It's ok. :) I'm sorry I kinda disappeared too >.<

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Yes, I am! I'm sorry for disappearing >...<

Re: The Dollmaster's Key

Hey Cien! You're back! :D

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Wait, wait, what? Post what?! D:

(I'll continue this addiction argument later...)

Er, if it's a GM post, what am I meant to accomplish with it?

Re: The Dollmaster's Key

Idiot Cienpher. >.> My memory isn't that bad.

I'm in a summer program too... so I'm addicted. Actually, I'm only supposed to be on the computer for half an hour, but I've snuck by for an hour. *crosses fingers*

And wait, Cici... the last two characters' people have quit... due to business. Now go on and post. NOOOW.

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Doubleposting, but Niv - you are in no way more addicted than me D:
I just got forced into something over the summer that I utterly despise and had to get under control before I returned to my addiction.

Anyway, I again apologize for my irresponsible disappearance, but I am ready to assume full responsibilities as co-GM once more and get this roleplay moving forward. Niv, I'll be on MSN sparingly, but check for it once you're back in the right timezone. For now, emails are probably best ^^"

It's great to see new characters! If you were accepted, I trust Niv's judgement, and it's great to have a human companion already! (Complicates things for a certain upcoming event, but complications are half the fun! Niv, do you know what I'm referring to?)

With my return, GM posts will become more frequent, and I hope that'll bring this whole roleplay up to speed as well.

... I'm sorry if I sound arrogant after disappearing for over a month >...<

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Hi.

I was, uh... I have no excuse. I'll be, uh, catching up and trying to fix stuff that my disappearance might have ruined.
To you especially, Niv, I'm so sorry, but you know this through email ^^"

... Yeah, I'll just be catching up and feeling guilty and then I'll be back to comment on... stuff...

Re: The Dollmaster's Key

Ahahaha, it's ok. It was still nicely done. ~
And.. yay! Are we getting a new character? Which reminds me... I have to reply don't I? I'm sorry for the delay. TT_TT I'll try to post something up as soon as I can!:D

EDIT: I forgot but.... I posted at the wrong place again!! >__< Gah.

Re: The Dollmaster's Key

You... can join. We're always open. ^^

Nice to meet you. And thanks for the compliments.

Re: The Dollmaster's Key

I'm sure I'm much too late to join, but the set-up is brilliant. This is a fantastically designed RP, and I wish the best of luck.

Re: The Dollmaster's Key

YAY! Thanks. >.>

Although I borrowed Cienpher's ... format. XD

Re: The Dollmaster's Key

Ahaha, I did! I like what you wrote at the Roleplayers Wanted section! :D

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^^ Yeah, me too. AND. YOU SAW THAT? *happy happy happy face*

Re: The Dollmaster's Key

Ok, I surely will. It's quite an unfortunate timing though.. since I just recently seen the thread you posted at the Roleplayers wanted section as the one featured for this week. >.< I hope we get roleplayers soon! >__<

Re: The Dollmaster's Key

^^ Alright, that seems easiest. I'll see you around soon - but start if Cici comes back.

Re: The Dollmaster's Key

@Nivosity, I feel for you. >.< I know it will be hard to update without internet. I think it'll be better to wait until you guys come back. We are currently lacking roleplayers...

Re: The Dollmaster's Key

Awww, alright. ^^ Maybe we'll see you again in the future then.

Re: The Dollmaster's Key

Hey guys, been trying to post something when something came up in real life. So I am going to have to regrettably resign from this RP. Things have been going rough for me and I need to focus on other things. Sorry for suspending any of the story if I have. I wont be back to this site till next winter vacation, although I may check in from time to time to read some stuff. Anyways sorry I had to go right when I got my character in.