Who: Everyone! Open to All
What: Adventure classic mingle logs
When: Any time. Most probably fantasy middle ages.
Where: Cities, castles, caves, towns, dungeons, forests, temples, lairs, camps... Your classic fantasy setting.

Some of you might be familiar with these dreams. Castles set upon hills watching over towns and kingdoms, dragons soaring the skies; and you, of course, as an adventurer armed with sword, spellbook, or cape, and exploring all of these places. There are towns to save, hills and forests to explore, bands of orcs and goblins to stop, and evil to be fought.

With all of these adventures? There is treasure. There is always treasure.

Caution goes to the the unwary adventurer that wanders around the woods, or the one that dwells deep within the caves and dungeons of kings and tyrants still sleeping. In these caverns and palaces left long gone for centuries lies gold, just as well as beasts and monsters that will guard these places, and don't think for a moment these places will not be filled with traps or undead just as well.

(ooc: This is a post to keep threads together for the Adventure Classic theme. Separate posts are also fine, and this one is optional. Feel free to have your characters retain their role, or assume new ones, for the adventures you will toss them at.)

Souji leaned on the balcony overlooking the nightclub, listening to the rhythmic bass thrum of the music, as deep and regular as the sound of a train. When he looked under the edge of his glasses, he could see the dry-ice fog swirling on the dance floor, but all the patrons of the club had a pair of their own, handed out by the mascot-suited bouncer at the door, so everything was okay. Even if the strobing lights sometimes made their eyes look yellow, he knew everything was going smoothly -- the DJ kept looking up from his booth to flash a smile and a thumbs-up, as if he could hear Souji's thoughts beamed directly into his headphones.

The waitress was busy, consulting her big black album of drink recipes to advise the patrons on what to order, and behind her the bartender continuously mixed and re-mixed drink ingredients, producing a multicolored array of cocktails, each in their own specially shaped glass.

Souji looked down, realizing that he was turning a chopstick in his hand, marked red on one end. He gave it a smile.

He was King of the Club... and it was good to be the King.

It's the middle of night, and it's dark. There's a chill in the air. Stars, moonlight, articifial lighting, all of it seems to be conspicuously absent.

So where is that patch of even deeper darkness coming from, like a shadow of a shadow? It slips through the air, sensed more by its motion than by sight, creeping closer...

(ooc: for pun theme, a member of shadow galactica as a literal shadow! also, trying out potential for a waking dream; feel free for characters to think they've woken up to find the shadow in their room/wherever they're sleeping - set any scene desired.)

Kanda woke up with a start, it was another nightmare. At least, that's what he thought it was.

Rain was pounding on the panels of their compartment as the train rolled on to their new missions destination. He sat there for a few minutes looking at the darkness outside when he heard a groan beside his ears and felt something grab his arm. The responses made him cringe as he turned his head to the red head that had so conveniently started using his shoulder as a pillow. He wasn't surprised to see his hair had, yet again, been braided.

"Tch."

The exorcist brought a hand up and started pushing the guys face off him. Lavi didn't stir, he gave another groan and mumbled something or other from all of those; more than likely, dirty dreams he was possibly having and simply followed Kanda's lead. He managed to get him off and he started undoing the braid in his long hair before exiting the compartment.

He needed some fresh air but because of the rain he doubted anyone would let him outside. He just didn't want to be around anyone right now, his head was still swimming with the memories of the nightmare and it always took him a while to get his groove again. He made his way through the train until he got to the end of the carts, he looked out the circular window at the darkness. It was dark and the rain wasn't helping with visibility, they would have another days journey before they got to where they were heading. He started walking back finding his comfort in the dinner cart and ordering whatever beverage with alcohol they had.

Maybe that would get the edge out.

The expression used for a situation getting worse is that it snowballs. To snowball, a problem would need to start out minor, then increase in such intensity that it only gets bigger and bigger until it's truly destructive. But once the damage is done, things tend to settle back down. The ruins are left behind you, and all you can do is walk forward.

Can you?

Or are you always looking over your shoulder, back at the havoc you wrought?

The Lombax stumbles amidst a snowy field, struggling to find his footing, with a large, gaping wound in his chest. He's not sure of where the wound even came from, or why, but any time he thought of it, The Praetorian Omniwrench would appear in his hands, caked with dried blood and...

His own fur.

Upon his back, there's a small silver robot, entirely still, and optics completely black. The robot no longer functioned, and if he didn't move forward quickly... well, neither would he.

On his knees now, sluggishly dragging through the wind and the ice, he can only mournfully glance back at a pitiful attempt at a grave marker, adorned by a few scarce flowers that were seconds away from being taken into the storm.

Talwyn Apogee

Researcher, adventurer, and friend

"How long will you be there?" Usagi's voice seemed to lack its usual enthusiasm. Her steps continue forward reluctantly along the large window pane near the boarding area of an airport. She's there with a handsome young man, who turns to her, smiling reassuringly.

"Just one year," with a small pause, "Though I may extend it."

"A whole year..." she cringes, thinking about it, "I know I should be happier for you... you're going to Harvard! They picked you for the study... you worked so hard for everything..." As she looks up again, there are tears in her eyes, ones that she's trying her best to hold back. "I'm sorry... I wanted to see you off with a smile..."

"Usako..." Just as quickly as he says it, he embraces her. "I'll write to you. We'll call either, too." He pulls away, still holding her by the shoulders. "Promise you'll write, also."

"I promise," she doesn't hesitate, "And I'll call you lots too..." Usagi steps forward again, resting her head on his chest. "Come home every now and then..."

"I will. Usako... I have to go..." he pulls away from her again, and reaches into his pocket, producing a small gift wrapped box. "This is for you."

As she takes it, and opens it -- there's a ring inside with a heart-shaped gem. "Ma... Mamo-chan! This is for me? It's beautiful... Thank you! Can you -- put it on me?" the smile she's wearing is a genuine one, now. It grows brighter as he places the jewel on her ring finger.

"I love you -- " And he leans down to meet his lips with hers for a moment -- "Usako -- when I return -- "

A sparkle in the distance. A flash growing brighter and brigher until --

Before Usagi can even react, the young man is surrounded by light, his body disintegrating into ash as he stares blankly forward, falling away into nothing. All that remains in his place -- is a shining crystal. She's frozen in place, her legs turned to lead. She can't even find a voice to scream as a hand reaches forward, taking that brilliant crystal for its own.

A female warrior clad in gold. An icy stare directed towards the Moon Princess as she stands there, making her presence known... before disappearing just as quickly as she came.

As her knees finally buckle, Usagi's eyes roll back as she falls to the ground, fainting.

The desert is hot, a dry heat begging for relief, at least a drink. The world is turned to sand and dust, broken only by the dim, hazy horizon. Dust even coats the objects carefully uncovered and laid out, almost as quickly as they're brushed off. Even this deep pit, dug too well to be natural, provides scant shelter.

Lethe's scarves and veils keep her from breathing dust, even if they result in the eerie impression of a shroud. She works carefully at one corner of the dig, where she's patiently unearthing a small object. When it's free, she meticulously brushes away the dust and dirt.

"Come closer," she invites, "And see something from a place that was lost."

(ooc: not quite evented, though bad luck may show as things go wrong at the dig. feel free to find artifacts not just from her world, but from the other character's world as well.)