Tenkai
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Hey ho! Let's get straight to the point! I'm really interested in magic, fantasy, mythological creatures, world-building, mxm and just good plots overall! I really like to get into a story with twists and turns and overall a nice storyline hehe.
I also have several ideas and plots I wish to explore with someone listed below:
*I am usually okay with playing either character!
Also very open to new ideas and RPs! Some preferences:
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Offerings to a Demon God
"My eyes have only ever seen Death..."
Background:
Once upon a time, there existed a local god of a small village who was dearly loved by his people. However, a giant storm came to plague the town for seven days. During which, the people begged for help, and prayed for their sufferings to end. But there was nothing anyone could do.
Afterwards, the people scorned their God. The God who had abandoned them and merely stood by, watching and helpless. What use had they, for a God that could not save them? Hurt, the God unleashed a curse on the village. Rain would not fall, and crops would not grow. Locusts devoured existing resources, and animals became infertile.
But... When he saw the anguish of his people, inside of his enclosed heart, he wept for what he had become. So he withdrew his curse, and the backlash ensured that the only thing he could ever see again was death. Any living being that he met eyes with would cease to live. Resigned to the Demon he had become, he left the town, left the destroyed shrines, and holed himself up in the middle of a lake in the outskirts of the village. The waters, though clear, became deadly and poisonous. All semblance of life vanished, and any ripples were stilled. Then, for years, there was peace.
Plot:
Years later, a drought once again assaulted the town's people. Fearing that this was the return of the curse, the villagers hastily made an offering to the Demon in the lake, by drowning their sacrifice in the waters. Said sacrifice, resigned to die, was instead rescued by the cruel Demon and taken in to live together, for his previous living conditions were worse than a dog's.
Until one fine day, when the Demon, so used to living alone, was a smite too late in blindfolding himself, and met eye to eye with his sacrifice. To his surprise, the boy didn't drop dead. The aged wounds and lacerations over his guest were terrible, truly, but he was alive and breathing.
"Why..?"
And the answer was simple. Because the boy had long since been blind.
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It Started With A Cup Of Coffee
Background:
It started with a nondescript coffee shop sitting by the side of the road. It doubled up as a floral boutique, serving cakes and beverages among the aroma of fresh flowers. It wasn't the most noticeable of places, despite its calming ambience, but it had enough customers to live on.
The owner, X, was one of the few staff members working at the shop, and he was a decent man that matched the place to a tee. He had a smile that felt like he really understood you and honestly listened to what you had to say, without judgement. He was a good person.
It wasn't really a surprise when Y dropped by for a cup of coffee and ended up visiting the place a second time because the coffee was just how he liked it, and a third time because he liked the man's smile. He visited it a fourth time, and X listened to him speak about his frustrations with work, then he visited a fifth with a box of chocolates and a sheepish apology for his outburst. Then it became almost a habit to stop by that little coffee shop whenever he was down or whenever he was free, then every day.
Plot:
It wasn't until Y went on a business trip, and the longing for his usual seat at the coffee shop near the window nearly crippled him with a stomachache, that he realized something. He missed the place. Moreso than any other.
But his love wouldn't benefit any one. He had his obligations, and society definitely wouldn't approve of him loving another male. But it was tempting. So very tempting. The thoughts wouldn't leave him alone, and it was a weakness that he couldn't overcome.
Not until his distractions cost him his job, and everything else with it. Then he was found in an alley just shy of the coffee shop, drenched in the rain and lying against the walls like a ragdoll. And Y heard words that stirred his desire, spoken with a voice that he hadn't seen for weeks, that reminded him of a warm, steaming cup of coffee.
"Would you like to come in and have a seat?"
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Lumière Online
Background:
Lumière Online. A MMORPG that has gained popularity all over the world, played by almost one-third of the world's population. Made with the latest technology and advancements in virtual reality, it has been known to give its players a second chance at life. With a realism setting at 99%, almost everything except pain is recreated, from the texture of fabrics to the taste of the wind. It was a place that allowed people to reveal their hidden selves, to fight and indulge in a fantasy realm of monsters and mages. Set up like a typical RPG, it is enjoyed by netizens old and young.
Plot:
A and B are a well-known tag team in Lumière Online, ranked amongst the top 20 players in their server and probably one of the best teams around. They get along with each other splendidly, but are probably the only party in the top ranks who have never seen each other face to face. Both of them have no desire to meet each other irl either, until a world-wide tournament to decide the best players are announced.
**Would love if they are actually enemies or people from just different walks of life who would have never met in real life otherwise.
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Life Debts
Background:
A is a gangster. Whether high up or low-ranking, whether by choice or by force, he is a gangster. And as a gangster, it is, of course, his duty to collect the dues from people who owe them money. Whether said people have money or not, though, is a different matter.
B is one of those poor souls. Stuck deep in debt not of his own making, he hates A just because of his status as a gangster. A, however, for some reason, whether it be because he felt some sort of connection, or maybe B's helplessness struck a chord within him, felt the need to give B a chance. And so the two came to a tentative truce, maybe even a small friendship, and B was given a momentary reprieve. B managed to start up his own business and started to earn money. Enough money to make a difference.
On the other hand, while this side of his life improved, A disappeared from his life. He stopped visiting, and in his stead, came meaner and crueler thugs, who took B's hard-earned savings by force and razed his fledgling business to the ground. As B watched his hard work disappearing to ashes, he spotted A in a corner watching. Hatred blossomed. The two never spoke to each other ever again.
Plot:
A year or so later, A finds himself homeless on the streets, one of the lowest of the low. For showing compassion and a human side by refusing to take money from B and giving him a chance, he had been scorned by his gang. His blood family lies dead from a scuffle between gangs, and he has nothing left. No pride, no dignity. Only hatred for B, for having dragged him down to the gutter.
And when B comes across his wretched body lying by a gutter on the streets, and decides to bring him home, A decides that he hates this man, because while his life has fallen to pieces, B is now a millionaire.
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Make A Wish
Background:
Everyone has heard about genies. A genie is a djinn who lived in a lamp, and grants you three Wishes per person.. Or something like that.
Not anymore, though. Times have changed. Minor gods refused to be shut inside lamps anymore. Therefore, demons have taken up this role. To be granted a Wish, one must first answer the request of the Djinn -former demon- within. The request could be anything, whether reasonable or unreasonable, it didn't matter. As long as both parties agreed to it, the Wish would be carried out.
At first, it was reasonable. After all, equivalent trade, right? But the requests soon got harder and harder, and eventually, lives were lost as a result of the demon's greed and malicious humor. The demons were cursed, and they left the lamps to be fitted into dolls instead, but no one would ever agree to a contract with proven evils. And so, genies were forgotten, and many faded away.
Plot:
One day, an exquisite doll found it's way to the King. It was a beautiful doll, extremely similar to a human, except for the fact that it had horns and slit eyes. The King liked this doll, and stroked its hair gently. It almost felt real.
That night, in his dreams, he met his doll face to face, only it wasn't a small doll any longer but a man. A djinn. And the djinn's lips curled up into a smirk, and he asked,
"Make a contract with me. Make a Wish - and I shall grant it, if you will grant mine,"
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For The Memory Of Sacrifice
Background:
Angels are the beings who care for the souls of the dead. When humans die, their souls are escorted to Heaven, where they are judged and purified. Demons are the evil who tempt and corrupt souls. Whispering promises to coerce a contract, and then consuming the soul and condemning it to eternal misery. That's the way it had always been.
Until one day, a lone Demon made his way to Heaven. A place where no Demon had ever set foot upon before. This Demon went to the Hall of Souls, and knelt down before God to make a heartfelt plea to save his contractor's life. His words were sincere like no other Demons were, and his eyes shed tears unbecoming of evil.
God was touched by the selfless Demon. The poor soul that had been cursed never to find salvation, only to tempt and deceive others, had found within itself the ability to love another, but was unable to save it. The Demon was willingly cleansed, and he bore the splintering and rebirth of his soul with a smile on his face at the thought that his contracted would be saved, even as his body was scorched to ashes.
"Please, God... My contracted is dying because of a fatal illness that ravages his body. Please, don't take his life away... He still has so much more to live for... I beg of you, if I could give my life for him to have another chance... I'd give it... I'd give anything..."
Plot:
After the incident, God became aware of this Human, the one who could change a Demon from its base nature. When the human awoke from his coma, he would remember nothing, and his illness would be cured. Nonetheless, God sent one of his Angels down to Earth to watch over this Human. Partly to honor the Demon's sacrifice, and partly out of curiosity.
"Tell me... Just what kind of person are you, to be able to change a Demon so?"
**** I am not opposed to the Demon and Angel being the same person, although it could be separate as well
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Better Off Together
Background:
Cue a typical RPG setting during the medieval ages, with Kings and Queens and magical beasts running rampant. In this world, people are separated into Mages and Fighters. Most travel in pairs, for compatible Mages can share their powers with Fighters in exchange for protection and companionship. Taverns and bars post up party requests along with job requests on the message board to help facilitate things.
In this world, there exists a prestigious Academia, the only one of its kind. It is a neutral ground where Mages and Fighters are trained, given the opportunity to pair up, then sent out into the world. Though many are given the opportunity to enter the Academy, almost none manage to graduate. Those who do are widely hailed as Masters.
Plot:
A is a mage studying in the Academia, and is widely known among his peers. He has rejected every attempt to form a bond with a Fighter, and yet is still one of the strongest mages around. He is part of the special class, expected to be able to graduate within the year or so, as long as he completes a series of requests given by the headmaster.
While in the middle of one of the requests, A gets lost in a forest that happens to dampen his powers, and finds himself useless for the first time in a long while. So it really is just convenience that he meets B, a Beastial Fighter living in these forests, who agrees to guide him out.
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Duende
*A duende is a fairy or goblin-like mythological creature from Iberian, Latin American and Filipino folklore.
*The mysterious power a work of art has to deeply move a person (spanish).
Background:
X is an artist. Since childhood, he pours his soul into his artworks, into paintings and stories. In life, he appreciates his solitude, and his works are his children and legacy. His name might spread all over the world, his art admired by millions. But he does not step out of the shadows, and he does not find comradeship. There is nothing more important, after all, than breathing and creating life in his world.
Plot:
One day, X was offered the chance to be featured solely in a private gallery. He agreed, and his works were spread out, and his space was created. At peace, he called the gallery his home. That night, he was awoken by a soft glow. His eyes slid open, and lo' behold, his art was all around him. Another person -or was it really?- was standing next to him to greet him, and the words he spoke heralded the beginning of something he never expected.
"Why do you look so surprised? After all, you were the one who created us, Father,"
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Scintilla Academy
Background:
'Scintilla'. A spark. That was how everything began. The Arts could move people in ways nothing else could. It had always been treated as just entertainment, a passing moment of fancy... But to some, it was so much more. It was an obsession that could consume a soul and leave others breathless in awe. It was fiery and blazing. It was passion.
That was the basis on which Scintilla Academia was set up. A soon-to-be world-renowned School of The Arts. It had been garnering attention from many world players, the first school that was focused on creating producers and artists. It was the place that sparked new meetings, a place that stroked the flames of talent in hopes of giving birth to something wondrous. It was the spark to something new.
Plot:
It has been decided that there will be an upcoming play to be performed, one hosted specially by the school, with producers and scouts from all around the world invited. It was one of numerous opportunities to showcase their talents, and this opportunity had been given to the Drama Club.
Ecstatic, the club decided to do something new. Something that fused different Arts together to create something inspiring. It wasn't just a Theatre Play. It was something more.
Y is part of the Dance Club. The Dance Club had been tasked with collaborating with the Drama Club for this project. But Y has never liked the Drama Club. The reason for it was simple. He hated liars. Drama was full of acting, a stage of pretend and make-believe. What need was there for such falsities? All the flouncing and prancing on stage in exaggeration was something unneeded. All he needed was movement. A deep pounding music and the use of his body to create a picture with every movement. That was Dance.
On the other hand, X is part of the Drama Club. He loves the intricacies and the comfort of the stage. The many-faceted personalities of the characters on stage, all the instances, and how they all bind together to tell a story. But he has never understood the appeal of dancing. Dancing to him was barely qualified to be art. It was mindlessly moving along to music, making elaborate movements in order to look pretty on the stage. There was no deeper meaning to it. It was more of a sport, unworthy of being deemed as art.
The two meet each other to learn from each other, so that they can perform on the same stage. But their personalities clash, their ways clashed, and they couldn't understand each other. How could they, when each belittled the other's passion?
"Passion?" The spark gleaming in his eyes were devastatingly alluring, "I'll show you true passion,"
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I also have several ideas and plots I wish to explore with someone listed below:
*I am usually okay with playing either character!
Also very open to new ideas and RPs! Some preferences:
ROLEPLAY PREFERENCES
✔ I am really open to trying out different genres, though I prefer fantasy, angst and MxM :")
✔ I am okay with rated scenes and most kinks (but no promises for quality!)
✔ I prefer replies with a minimum of 3 or more paragraphs, although if the situation calls for a response, I do not mind shorter!
✔ Good intense plots yes yesyes
✔ I greatly love sass and wit
✔ Character sheets are very helpful
✔ I am really open to trying out different genres, though I prefer fantasy, angst and MxM :")
✔ I am okay with rated scenes and most kinks (but no promises for quality!)
✔ I prefer replies with a minimum of 3 or more paragraphs, although if the situation calls for a response, I do not mind shorter!
✔ Good intense plots yes yesyes
✔ I greatly love sass and wit
✔ Character sheets are very helpful
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Offerings to a Demon God
"My eyes have only ever seen Death..."
Background:
Once upon a time, there existed a local god of a small village who was dearly loved by his people. However, a giant storm came to plague the town for seven days. During which, the people begged for help, and prayed for their sufferings to end. But there was nothing anyone could do.
Afterwards, the people scorned their God. The God who had abandoned them and merely stood by, watching and helpless. What use had they, for a God that could not save them? Hurt, the God unleashed a curse on the village. Rain would not fall, and crops would not grow. Locusts devoured existing resources, and animals became infertile.
But... When he saw the anguish of his people, inside of his enclosed heart, he wept for what he had become. So he withdrew his curse, and the backlash ensured that the only thing he could ever see again was death. Any living being that he met eyes with would cease to live. Resigned to the Demon he had become, he left the town, left the destroyed shrines, and holed himself up in the middle of a lake in the outskirts of the village. The waters, though clear, became deadly and poisonous. All semblance of life vanished, and any ripples were stilled. Then, for years, there was peace.
Plot:
Years later, a drought once again assaulted the town's people. Fearing that this was the return of the curse, the villagers hastily made an offering to the Demon in the lake, by drowning their sacrifice in the waters. Said sacrifice, resigned to die, was instead rescued by the cruel Demon and taken in to live together, for his previous living conditions were worse than a dog's.
Until one fine day, when the Demon, so used to living alone, was a smite too late in blindfolding himself, and met eye to eye with his sacrifice. To his surprise, the boy didn't drop dead. The aged wounds and lacerations over his guest were terrible, truly, but he was alive and breathing.
"Why..?"
And the answer was simple. Because the boy had long since been blind.
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It Started With A Cup Of Coffee
Background:
It started with a nondescript coffee shop sitting by the side of the road. It doubled up as a floral boutique, serving cakes and beverages among the aroma of fresh flowers. It wasn't the most noticeable of places, despite its calming ambience, but it had enough customers to live on.
The owner, X, was one of the few staff members working at the shop, and he was a decent man that matched the place to a tee. He had a smile that felt like he really understood you and honestly listened to what you had to say, without judgement. He was a good person.
It wasn't really a surprise when Y dropped by for a cup of coffee and ended up visiting the place a second time because the coffee was just how he liked it, and a third time because he liked the man's smile. He visited it a fourth time, and X listened to him speak about his frustrations with work, then he visited a fifth with a box of chocolates and a sheepish apology for his outburst. Then it became almost a habit to stop by that little coffee shop whenever he was down or whenever he was free, then every day.
Plot:
It wasn't until Y went on a business trip, and the longing for his usual seat at the coffee shop near the window nearly crippled him with a stomachache, that he realized something. He missed the place. Moreso than any other.
But his love wouldn't benefit any one. He had his obligations, and society definitely wouldn't approve of him loving another male. But it was tempting. So very tempting. The thoughts wouldn't leave him alone, and it was a weakness that he couldn't overcome.
Not until his distractions cost him his job, and everything else with it. Then he was found in an alley just shy of the coffee shop, drenched in the rain and lying against the walls like a ragdoll. And Y heard words that stirred his desire, spoken with a voice that he hadn't seen for weeks, that reminded him of a warm, steaming cup of coffee.
"Would you like to come in and have a seat?"
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Lumière Online
Background:
Lumière Online. A MMORPG that has gained popularity all over the world, played by almost one-third of the world's population. Made with the latest technology and advancements in virtual reality, it has been known to give its players a second chance at life. With a realism setting at 99%, almost everything except pain is recreated, from the texture of fabrics to the taste of the wind. It was a place that allowed people to reveal their hidden selves, to fight and indulge in a fantasy realm of monsters and mages. Set up like a typical RPG, it is enjoyed by netizens old and young.
Plot:
A and B are a well-known tag team in Lumière Online, ranked amongst the top 20 players in their server and probably one of the best teams around. They get along with each other splendidly, but are probably the only party in the top ranks who have never seen each other face to face. Both of them have no desire to meet each other irl either, until a world-wide tournament to decide the best players are announced.
**Would love if they are actually enemies or people from just different walks of life who would have never met in real life otherwise.
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Life Debts
Background:
A is a gangster. Whether high up or low-ranking, whether by choice or by force, he is a gangster. And as a gangster, it is, of course, his duty to collect the dues from people who owe them money. Whether said people have money or not, though, is a different matter.
B is one of those poor souls. Stuck deep in debt not of his own making, he hates A just because of his status as a gangster. A, however, for some reason, whether it be because he felt some sort of connection, or maybe B's helplessness struck a chord within him, felt the need to give B a chance. And so the two came to a tentative truce, maybe even a small friendship, and B was given a momentary reprieve. B managed to start up his own business and started to earn money. Enough money to make a difference.
On the other hand, while this side of his life improved, A disappeared from his life. He stopped visiting, and in his stead, came meaner and crueler thugs, who took B's hard-earned savings by force and razed his fledgling business to the ground. As B watched his hard work disappearing to ashes, he spotted A in a corner watching. Hatred blossomed. The two never spoke to each other ever again.
Plot:
A year or so later, A finds himself homeless on the streets, one of the lowest of the low. For showing compassion and a human side by refusing to take money from B and giving him a chance, he had been scorned by his gang. His blood family lies dead from a scuffle between gangs, and he has nothing left. No pride, no dignity. Only hatred for B, for having dragged him down to the gutter.
And when B comes across his wretched body lying by a gutter on the streets, and decides to bring him home, A decides that he hates this man, because while his life has fallen to pieces, B is now a millionaire.
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Make A Wish
Background:
Everyone has heard about genies. A genie is a djinn who lived in a lamp, and grants you three Wishes per person.. Or something like that.
Not anymore, though. Times have changed. Minor gods refused to be shut inside lamps anymore. Therefore, demons have taken up this role. To be granted a Wish, one must first answer the request of the Djinn -former demon- within. The request could be anything, whether reasonable or unreasonable, it didn't matter. As long as both parties agreed to it, the Wish would be carried out.
At first, it was reasonable. After all, equivalent trade, right? But the requests soon got harder and harder, and eventually, lives were lost as a result of the demon's greed and malicious humor. The demons were cursed, and they left the lamps to be fitted into dolls instead, but no one would ever agree to a contract with proven evils. And so, genies were forgotten, and many faded away.
Plot:
One day, an exquisite doll found it's way to the King. It was a beautiful doll, extremely similar to a human, except for the fact that it had horns and slit eyes. The King liked this doll, and stroked its hair gently. It almost felt real.
That night, in his dreams, he met his doll face to face, only it wasn't a small doll any longer but a man. A djinn. And the djinn's lips curled up into a smirk, and he asked,
"Make a contract with me. Make a Wish - and I shall grant it, if you will grant mine,"
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For The Memory Of Sacrifice
Background:
Angels are the beings who care for the souls of the dead. When humans die, their souls are escorted to Heaven, where they are judged and purified. Demons are the evil who tempt and corrupt souls. Whispering promises to coerce a contract, and then consuming the soul and condemning it to eternal misery. That's the way it had always been.
Until one day, a lone Demon made his way to Heaven. A place where no Demon had ever set foot upon before. This Demon went to the Hall of Souls, and knelt down before God to make a heartfelt plea to save his contractor's life. His words were sincere like no other Demons were, and his eyes shed tears unbecoming of evil.
God was touched by the selfless Demon. The poor soul that had been cursed never to find salvation, only to tempt and deceive others, had found within itself the ability to love another, but was unable to save it. The Demon was willingly cleansed, and he bore the splintering and rebirth of his soul with a smile on his face at the thought that his contracted would be saved, even as his body was scorched to ashes.
"Please, God... My contracted is dying because of a fatal illness that ravages his body. Please, don't take his life away... He still has so much more to live for... I beg of you, if I could give my life for him to have another chance... I'd give it... I'd give anything..."
Plot:
After the incident, God became aware of this Human, the one who could change a Demon from its base nature. When the human awoke from his coma, he would remember nothing, and his illness would be cured. Nonetheless, God sent one of his Angels down to Earth to watch over this Human. Partly to honor the Demon's sacrifice, and partly out of curiosity.
"Tell me... Just what kind of person are you, to be able to change a Demon so?"
**** I am not opposed to the Demon and Angel being the same person, although it could be separate as well
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Better Off Together
Background:
Cue a typical RPG setting during the medieval ages, with Kings and Queens and magical beasts running rampant. In this world, people are separated into Mages and Fighters. Most travel in pairs, for compatible Mages can share their powers with Fighters in exchange for protection and companionship. Taverns and bars post up party requests along with job requests on the message board to help facilitate things.
In this world, there exists a prestigious Academia, the only one of its kind. It is a neutral ground where Mages and Fighters are trained, given the opportunity to pair up, then sent out into the world. Though many are given the opportunity to enter the Academy, almost none manage to graduate. Those who do are widely hailed as Masters.
Plot:
A is a mage studying in the Academia, and is widely known among his peers. He has rejected every attempt to form a bond with a Fighter, and yet is still one of the strongest mages around. He is part of the special class, expected to be able to graduate within the year or so, as long as he completes a series of requests given by the headmaster.
While in the middle of one of the requests, A gets lost in a forest that happens to dampen his powers, and finds himself useless for the first time in a long while. So it really is just convenience that he meets B, a Beastial Fighter living in these forests, who agrees to guide him out.
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Duende
*A duende is a fairy or goblin-like mythological creature from Iberian, Latin American and Filipino folklore.
*The mysterious power a work of art has to deeply move a person (spanish).
Background:
X is an artist. Since childhood, he pours his soul into his artworks, into paintings and stories. In life, he appreciates his solitude, and his works are his children and legacy. His name might spread all over the world, his art admired by millions. But he does not step out of the shadows, and he does not find comradeship. There is nothing more important, after all, than breathing and creating life in his world.
Plot:
One day, X was offered the chance to be featured solely in a private gallery. He agreed, and his works were spread out, and his space was created. At peace, he called the gallery his home. That night, he was awoken by a soft glow. His eyes slid open, and lo' behold, his art was all around him. Another person -or was it really?- was standing next to him to greet him, and the words he spoke heralded the beginning of something he never expected.
"Why do you look so surprised? After all, you were the one who created us, Father,"
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Scintilla Academy
Background:
'Scintilla'. A spark. That was how everything began. The Arts could move people in ways nothing else could. It had always been treated as just entertainment, a passing moment of fancy... But to some, it was so much more. It was an obsession that could consume a soul and leave others breathless in awe. It was fiery and blazing. It was passion.
That was the basis on which Scintilla Academia was set up. A soon-to-be world-renowned School of The Arts. It had been garnering attention from many world players, the first school that was focused on creating producers and artists. It was the place that sparked new meetings, a place that stroked the flames of talent in hopes of giving birth to something wondrous. It was the spark to something new.
Plot:
It has been decided that there will be an upcoming play to be performed, one hosted specially by the school, with producers and scouts from all around the world invited. It was one of numerous opportunities to showcase their talents, and this opportunity had been given to the Drama Club.
Ecstatic, the club decided to do something new. Something that fused different Arts together to create something inspiring. It wasn't just a Theatre Play. It was something more.
Y is part of the Dance Club. The Dance Club had been tasked with collaborating with the Drama Club for this project. But Y has never liked the Drama Club. The reason for it was simple. He hated liars. Drama was full of acting, a stage of pretend and make-believe. What need was there for such falsities? All the flouncing and prancing on stage in exaggeration was something unneeded. All he needed was movement. A deep pounding music and the use of his body to create a picture with every movement. That was Dance.
On the other hand, X is part of the Drama Club. He loves the intricacies and the comfort of the stage. The many-faceted personalities of the characters on stage, all the instances, and how they all bind together to tell a story. But he has never understood the appeal of dancing. Dancing to him was barely qualified to be art. It was mindlessly moving along to music, making elaborate movements in order to look pretty on the stage. There was no deeper meaning to it. It was more of a sport, unworthy of being deemed as art.
The two meet each other to learn from each other, so that they can perform on the same stage. But their personalities clash, their ways clashed, and they couldn't understand each other. How could they, when each belittled the other's passion?
"Passion?" The spark gleaming in his eyes were devastatingly alluring, "I'll show you true passion,"
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