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(last updated: 1/21/19)

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[The area surrounding you is dark whichever way you turn, the way you entered now gone. Simply standing there won't get you far, so you eventually take a step forward. As soon as your foot hits the floor, an area ahead of you lights up the darkness so fast that you have to shield your eyes.

It takes a few moments and blinks to clear your vision. When you do, in front of you is a stark white platform stage surrounded by the same bare walls. In the middle on the stage is a small pedestal, though you can't make out anything placed on it just yet. As it's the only clear path to take, you make your way towards the stage. A few more steps in, and the are white walls are now behind you as well, and the stairs to the stage are closer. Up you go, right? Might as well.

In the middle of the pedestal lays a simple bracelet.]

[You hesitantly reach out to touch it. Opposite the pedestal, a hologram appears. Kaname's in her stage costume, and she smiles gently at you.]

Don't worry. [About what? You're not certain anymore.] Try it again, you'll get more this time.

[The bracelet sits there, a soft blue glow inviting you to do exactly as she suggests. Or do you try to ask her a question?]

The room resembles the bridge of a starship with electronic panels of flashing lights and buttons facing a vast clear window. Outside of that window, however, is not space but a tumultuous ocean view with waves crashing against imposing, rocky cliffs that rise to the sky on either side. There is a blazing white-hot sun gleaming over the sparkling water and into the room but it feels cold in here. Cold like metal.

There are no visible doors within the room. No matter how you entered, it seems you can't exit the same way. Apart from the panels at its centre, the room is decorated with many weapons attached to the walls - some look old and worn, not technologically advanced like the bridge is. Long, heavy swords; basic but powerful rifles; dangerous hunting knives. But there are also a collection of lightsaber hilts and blasters, a particularly large and impressive one prominently displayed. It is labeled: The Annihilator.

Overall it is a ship prepared for any battle.

But weaponry is not all that is on display. In the back corners stand two grand stone statues. They look very alien, like some combination of human form with lethal claws and a face hidden by a mask that looks like the skull of a different alien creature. What can be seen beyond this mask are pointed ears, piercing reptilian eyes and long tusks. They look fierce, holding more weapons - one a rifle and the other a sword.

Between the pair of statues there is something very odd. It's like a void; a blackness as if deep space or a black hole was intruding within the ship itself. It's sprinkled with spots of light, like twinkling stars. Anyone drawn to it will be find they can't actually reach it, physically repelled by a seemingly unseen barrier of energy. It may invoke feelings of rage and despair. There's also the overwhelming feeling that something is very wrong but what exactly is impossible to pinpoint; the thoughts elusively slip away when attempted to be grasped.

Touching other areas will bring up brief flashes of sensations or memories, expanded upon on a case by case basis:

The electronic panels and buttons - spaceships fighting; echoes of voices: Grievous giving orders to 'fire!' and rapid droid replies of 'roger, roger'. There's a business-like air to it; of doing a job, even if that job is strategic war.

The window - the world beyond it cannot be accessed but there is a sense of deep longing and loss; yet also fondness and feeling of home and family.

Older weapons - battle scenes with the masked aliens fighting giant mantis-like creatures. Triumph yet terror.

Modern weapons - an army of droids fighting an army of clones; Jedi clashing lightsabers with Grievous. Strangely all emotions here are muted, other than a sense of vengeance and rage.

The statues - visions of a stepped pyramid-like structure surrounded by tropical forest. Vague tales can be heard of heroic battles and grand feats of the Kaleesh. The bustle of voices of a proud but struggling alien species. This also brings up feelings of pride even as there is an undercurrent of mourning.

Potential triggers: War, violence, hatred toward certain groups, death, depression, dismemberment, trauma.

( “vivaldi recomposed” by max richter )

[ Welcome to the bifrost observatory. It is a large expansive space with whorls of gold in spiral designs upon the walls. It makes you feel small, with how vast and large the space is. After all, it was meant to transport great numbers at a time. But this one is slightly different from the one that used to be on Asgard. This place is full of light. It’s almost searing but also inviting in the way the particles dance and move across the room, like tiny stars. There are blue cracks that run all over the observatory, not deep enough to cause a fissure but ever-present throughout the area. They all seem to lead to the middle of the observatory where the Bifrost Sword used to reside. Instead, in the center, sits Mjolnir, the runes clear to anyone who wishes to read them.

“Whosoever holds this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor”

There’s also a red cloak draped near the pedestal, much like Thor’s.

To the north-east, there seems to be a stack of books, haphazardly thrown onto a table.

To the north-west, a single blue Tesseract is placed on a pedestal

Behind you, on the sides of the doorway now closed are some tapestries, hanging quietly.

There seems to be a single doorway that leads to a broken bridge, jagged at the edges and rainbow-coloured. There, Loki stands, teetering on the edge, looking down. Below, the V̵̙͓̦͆͗̋ͩ̒o͓͓̹͎̪ͪ͂ͧ̓ͨ̋͞i̭͎̹͍ͤ͊̆d͏͓͔̭̜͚ waits. ]

Edited 2019-01-21 03:58 (UTC)

(ooc: possible warnings include blood/violence, suicide, death and amputation. Feel free to PM or PP me @

ltmutiny to ask questions.)

[The room you find yourself in is, in fact, the command center for what appears to be a spaceship. It's completely empty, although there are documents and objects strewn around that make it look like people were going about their job here. At some point. Lights blink on and off on various consoles. Many of the console screens appear to have some sort of radar display on them, with green lines lazily sweeping across an eternally empty field. The exception to this is one of the four screens which hang over the central table...and one screen set at a personnel station nearby.

There are two hatches on either end of the room to allow access outside, although only one of them is open. If you're going to find a way out, that seems like the place to go. Or, stay and investigate this setting. It's definitely grander than any of the bridges on the Fleet ships, right?]

[ Not only does he feel small in this observatory, he feels insignificant. It's honestly the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, swirling colors of space outside the ornate window. Looking around the expansive room, there are several things that stand out, but Mjolnir sitting in the middle draws his attention the most. Curiosity gets the better of him, and he reaches a hand out to touch the metallic surface. ]

[You find you have entered a traditional Japanese room. There are tatami mats under your feet which seem warm from the sunlight coming into the room from the open doors you stand in. There isn't much to note in the room aside from a shelf with some items sitting upon it.

In the center of the room sits Kogarasumaru. He is wearing his Citadel attire and has some tea and snacks in front of him. He smiles when you enter the room and even gives a polite bow from where he's sitting. With a hand, he beckons you to come closer to have a seat on a cushion across from him.]

This is the room I was given at the Citadel. It was very kind of them to let me see this here.

[Yes. Apparently he's aware.]

Would you care to sit before we begin?

[you find yourself standing in a deli - no, formerly a deli. The only thing that remains is the deli counter, but everything else you'd expect to find in a deli is gone. It looks almost modern, and even has a ticket dispenser sitting on top, a ticket sticking out, almost tempting you to take it. Behind you is the entrance to this place, a glass door with words written on the front, though backwards to you for now. To the left of the door a rather comfortable chair has been set up at the big window. You can't see out the windows, but you can hear the everyday sounds of a city outside, people and traffic and the odd bits of construction all filtering in.

As you look around you find that you're actually standing in the middle of what has been set up as a waiting area, like that of an office. To your right are a a couple of second-hand couches and a coffee table that match the modern feel of the deli counter, but sat a top of the table are a couple of incredibly thin, futuristic tablets. One of them blinks at you, indicating a low battery. The screens for both tablets flickers with newspaper headlines; an election coming up, crime being at an all-time low, and the clean-up going on at the coasts. That last headline blinks by a few times, the words changing here and there but the subject remaining the same.

Across from that and on the left side of the room is a couple of bookshelves. The shelves aren't bare, per say, but it looks as though whoever decorated them only threw on enough things to make it look as though it wasn't as empty; random knick-knacks, a few, actual books, some fake plants. Hung up between the bookshelves is a large, very flat television - which, if you approach, will discover is more hologram than physical. It's turned to Detroit's local news station, but the sound is on mute for now. Hanging below it is a thin, black box that seems to control the television itself.

Ahead of you is the deli counter, which stretches from one side of the room to the other and acts as the separation between waiting area and the office part of this place. Through the glass of the counter you'll find more things placed as decoration, though these appear to hold more purpose; old swat gear, defunct weapons - a gun, a taser, something that looks like a grenade but may or may not actually be a grenade. Scattered through the case are also other items that don't seem to fit, but have obviously been placed there for a reason. Again, the ticket dispenser tempts you to take a ticket. To the right is an opening to get behind the counter.

Behind the counter is the "office", which . . . is less of an office and more just a desk, carefully positioned so that whoever sits behind it can see as much of the room as possible. There's a couple more of those strange, thin tablets placed on the edge of the desk, as well as another thin, holographic screen popping up from projector on the desk, and a keyboard sits in front of that. Scattered across the desk, however, are random bits and pieces that appear to be from a computer, screws and knobs and short wires and usbs. All small enough that if you scooped them up, you could fit them into your hand. There are also a couple of strange, white boxes with connectors on the end on the desk as well, also as small as the palm of your hand. There is a maybe familiar leather jacket draped on the back of the desk chair.

Across from the desk and still behind the counter is a dog bed, where a german shepherd is happily snoozing away. You can just peek at her through the glass if you don't approach the deli counter right away.

Finally, past all of that is a hallway leading to the back of the office; on the left, a metal door that must lead to what was once the freezer, on the right another door, and finally at the back one last, heavy-looking door that leads to a set of stairs.

You can look around, investigate some of the things in this room, or head behind the counter to the doors past the deli counter . . . and past the sleeping dog.

(triggers: war-related violence & PTSD-related mental illness are two big, reoccuring themes in this calibration, but I will warn for any and all as they crop up! Feel free to PM this journal or hit me up on plurk at

sociologize if you have any questions ♥)

[Welcome to the headquarters of the Blade of Marmora. Blades stand on either side of you as you walk forward and you see the symbol of the Blades above your head. Everyone is standing still, no movement at all. And at the head? You will find Kolivan just as stoic as ever.

Once you reach the front, he speaks.]

If you wish to pass you must face the Trials. Only those who pass will complete this chamber.

[Even with his mask on, it's clear he's looking directly at you as he speaks.]

Will you take the Trails?

[The first room any visitors find themselves in is a simple but lived-in kitchen, clean but obviously one that sees constant use, the wear and tear showing in the appliances and decor. Chipped and mismatched dishware, multi-coloured cabinets that have been repainted or repaired over the years, a long table with seven chairs, all different sizes and styles as if personally chosen for the user rather than a set. The air smells faintly of sweets. One wall has a window to the outside, displaying a sea of stars passing by, indistinguishable from each other but indicating that the ship is obviously traveling through space, much like the fleet during a drift. On another wall is a chalkboard with a list of names: Cap'nport, Lucy, Burnsides, Bluejeans, Lup, Taako, and "fuckin Highchurch". Beside each name is a set of tally marks, and not a one has less than 5. The last name has almost 60. Lup has 15. Above the board is its title- "DEATH COUNT". It's whimsically decorated despite the subject matter.

A handful of items stand out among the rest, as if drawing the eye (or hand) to them:
-a cookie jar
-a red robe draped over a chair
-a model ship in a bottle
-a small bag of gold with a vial of blue liquid atop a parchment paper
-a bottle of alcohol with the label "Grey Goose"
-a set of sheet music

Towards the back of the room, a doorway is blocked by a curtain of faded beads, and behind them veils of deep black silk. If approached, it gives off a strange, dark vibe- implying that more lies beyond, but it won't be as cheery.

Lup is working at the counter, mixing something together. She's humming a song under her breath, something soft and peppy, and she doesn't acknowledge the arrival of anyone, but you can try to talk to her if you like.

You can also go straight for the back room. Approaching it will make that dark vibe grow stronger, but there are no barriers preventing entry.]

(( ooc: more details on all of Lup's options found here if you want to know what you're getting into! ))

[The room makes more sense when Kaname appears. Even if she is a hologram, he smiles.]

Get more what? [he wonders, and touches the bracelet.]

[ Mjolnir. It feels imposing, like thunderclouds above your head. Everything feels narrowed to you and this singular object, this force of nature. You are caught in its vortex and an overwhelming need to prove yourself. Can you lift it? Dare you try? ]

[As soon as his fingertips skim the metallic surface, a holographic window pops up.]

✩ Music is Life! ✩
Kaname Buccaneer

Calibrations by Atroma

	1. Koi! Halation the War Walküre		5:09
	2. Absolute 5 Walküre		4:28
	3. Giraffe Blues Kaname Buccaneer		5:25
	4. Namidame Bakuhatsuon Walküre		4:15
	5. Axia ~Daisuki de Daikirai~ Walküre		5:35
	6. Bokura no Senjou Walküre		4:26
	7. Change!!!! Walküre		4:30
	8. Walküre ga Tomaranai Walküre		5:24
	~Bonus~ Giraffe Blues (Reprise) Walküre		5:15
	~Bonus~ Namidame Bakuhatsuon (With Claire) Walküre		4:15

'spotify' design by mistojen

[Kaname's form stays silent, though her smile's still in place. Why not select a track?]

Edited 2019-01-21 05:07 (UTC)

[ The desire to pick it up is overwhelming, and for a moment, Carl hesitates. He knows there's no way he could lift it- he's only human after all. Still, he wraps his hands around it to at least try. How could he not? It's Mjolnir. ]

[The Blades on either side as Tim approaches feel like giant stone statues from his perspective but his chin is up and his shoulders are straight as he approaches. He appears equipped with what he is missing on the actual fleet. Perhaps this is how he views himself in his dreams]

I will take the Trails if you permit it.

[Tim will smile and bow to Koga as he enters the room. He will kneel where it's been indicated to do so]

Thank you for your hospitality Kogarasumaru-san.

It is a very nice room. I don't know what the Citadel is though?

[This room is sparsely decorated and vast, like an opening in a cave system, lit up by carved patterns and runes throughout the surface that glow periodically with an ethereal blue, the light trickling through the lines like tiny, bioluminescent rivers. Sections of the cavern curve out like furniture- a long couch, a set of concave bumps resembling a table and stool, engraved statuettes covered in the ancient tongue. Despite being a cavern, the area is lit with a flicker of an invisible campfire, and is pleasantly warm and cozy.

Mikleo is sitting by the bed, cross-legged, flipping through an old notebook. A beautiful feathered staff rests against the wall nearby. Visitors to his calibration room from a prior year, if they remember, might notice a change: where once his items had been on a table in front of him, instead they're arranged in a more organized fashion on a set of shelves lining one of the walls, carefully compartmentalized like items in a museum exhibit. Remembered, but... distant, now. Glass doors hide them, but they're not locked, so visitors will find easy access. Within the glass are a set of objects:

-a daisy chain of dried flowers
-an old, weathered smoking pipe
-a golden circlet with an emerald center, spattered with dried blood
-a huge, gnarled and snapped-off dragon’s horn
-a feather earring
-an orange feather tied up in leather cord

Friends, but not strangers, might also be drawn to a particular ancient book on the shelf, hidden amongst a set of other, less noteworthy titles.

Mikleo looks up when visitors get close enough, lips pursing- not displeased, but mostly unsure.]

Oh, it's you.

(( ooc: more details on all of Mikleo's options found here if you want to know what you're getting into! ))

[ Mjolnir doesn't seem to budge. The lights around you dim, leaving nothing else but the dark and stars all around you. They sing to you, the song of the universe, but you can only hear it in your soul. your fingers strain but it will not budge.

In fact, you seem to be sinking a little. Your every insecurity is screaming at you in your head, you can't do it, you can't lift it, no one can lift it, you're not worthy ]

[ Welcome to the Colseit Branch Research & Development division's atelier!

The door closes gently behind you as you enter. One good look around tells you plenty about what goes on in here on a daily basis: the shelves are lined with tons of reference books, and even more reference books lie open on tables or on the small couch near the door. There's a huge cauldron at the back, filled to the brim with... some sort of simmering liquid - it's impossible to tell what's going on from where you currently stand.

Tending to that cauldron is Escha, stirring the contents with a long wooden spoon and looking rather... harried. Her hair is a little bit of a mess and there are soot stains on her hands, sleeves, and even her cheeks! But she seems to have a pretty good attitude about it, at least - she even smiles when she sees you! ]

Oh! Oh my gosh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were here! Things have been really busy like, all day... I'm trying to keep up, but requests just keep coming in -- Aah!

[ The cauldron begins to smoke a little bit, but with a few more heavy stirs, it settles down! She sighs, relieved, then flashes you an apologetic smile. ]

Do you think you could help me out? I have all of the recipe cards I need for today spread out on the bench over there. [ She points. ] If you could pick a card, then hand me all of the ingredients on it, I can get through all of these orders a lot faster!

[ What would you like to do?
→ The bench in front of the couch has several recipe cards to look at and choose from.
→ There are two items on the couch: a closed silver pocket watch with an apple blossom on the cover, and a witch hat keychain.
→ A thin, illustrated children's book has just fallen off of the shelf and onto the floor! Looks like it landed open...
→ The view out of the single window looks a little... fuzzy...
→ Or, you could try talking to Escha again! ]

(( OoC: No major content warnings! Will adjust if that changes, but the odds of that changing in Escha's calibration are pretty dang slim let's be honest. Consider this a breather episode, maybe~? ♥ ))

Edited 2019-01-21 05:38 (UTC)

_{[ The room is familiar to Kirk, in more ways than one. This would be his third time making himself comfortable, though he had much longer acquaintance with the majority of the layout. It was home after all - the bridge of the U.S.S. Enterprise. Sleek and beautiful, perhaps cold to others, but warm to him. Out the front view window sat Planet Earth, that beautiful blue marble with her shimmering pearl.

The elevator doors to the right opened to let you in, and opened to let you out. Or so it seemed. It was a tube, so it didn't particularly go anywhere, at least not here. The difference between this dec and home was the space behind the chair, the oval carved out and expanded from what he knew. A holo table sat in the middle, a display from table to ceiling. Within it was a solar system, though rather unlike any existing system. It had a star at the center, of course, but there were one to many planets circling its orbit, some running along the same elliptical paths, or dancing right beside each other. It defied the laws of any universal structure, but then, it was a universe of the heart - and what laws did that obey?

Planets of every imaginable colored orbited the star - blues, greens, yellows, reds, violets, whites, orange - a myriad, and some of them multiple. They took up most of the space of the hologram, but there lived some pieces at the edges, floating in and out. An asteroid field, that somehow seemed to move in an eerie unison. A super nova, glowing bright, shadowed by a comet.

Everything within the space is accessible, touchable. Perhaps it triggers something. Perhaps not. Not all of them will be good. So choose wisely. Or go nuts. Kirk is proud to show off his home, after all, and he just has to hope it doesn't bare to much of his soul. ]}

_{[ ooc: Pretty much anything on the bridge can trigger a memory, but there's a better chance with the pieces of the hologram, and larger items on the deck such as his chair.

Potential Warnings: Possibilities of violence, death, swearing, depression, insomnia, trauma. Others will be noted as they come up ]}

[Holographic window. Fancy.

He scrolls through the list. Kaname has treated him to some of her songs, but not all of the titles are familiar, and he's not sure if there is a right or wrong choice here.]

Lucky seven it is.

[He taps on the seventh track.]

[All around him the white stage and walls vanish. He finds himself in an audience, one among tens of thousands-- likely many more. Everyone around him is holding a glowstick shaped like a capital W, and he instantly knows it's for Walküre. He also knows to look upwards.

Above him is a mass of floating cubes, turning and tilting and shooting off lights no matter which way they go. In the center stands the group. Thanks to a combination of holograms, screens, and whatever else is used, everyone present has a nice view of the following show in all its splendor.

When it concludes, he's back on the white stage, walls as barren as before. Kaname's figure still smiles at him, but this one is more pleased than before.]

[His jaw is still hanging open when he finds himself back at the start.]

Wow...

Wow! That was...

[He struggles for words. There were so many people! And the lights, and dancing, and the massive special effects, and, and...]

That was amazing! That's what you do? Like, is it like that all the time?

[Holy shit, his girlfriend is like, mega famous!]

[ loki isn't too surprised to find himself in a kitchen. he peeks through the window to see if he can recognize the stars. he watches them for a time, lulled by their solitary motion. once he was a ship in space, but all he did was fall. then he turns back to what's available.

loki reaches out to pluck the model ship in a bottle, holding it up to the light. ]

> accessing…
> ACCESS DENIED
> accessing…
> user override: RK800-313-248-317
> ACCESS GRANTED
> read only access permitted
> WARNING: software instability detected
> WARNING: hardware incompatibility detected
> proceed?
> > YES
> LOADING…
> boot up successful

[The text whips by almost too fast to see before you arrive. Where? Hard to say. It’s static, frozen, nothing but grey shapes and lines. It takes only a fraction of a second to realise you’re frozen too, held immobile somehow. There’s little chance to panic about this. The incomprehensible grey landscape in front of you flashes, the lines sweeping away into the distance and suddenly - there’s movement, colour. Life.

You find yourself in the midst of a zen garden, standing on the polished white path of an island set amidst a small moat. A tall, tree-like structure rises prominently from the middle of the island, one side covered with red roses growing upwards. The other half looks as though it used to have roses too, only they’ve been roughly torn down, some scattered vines and crushed petals on the floor the only clue that they once surrounded the tree. The emptied panels of the tree have other things in their place: a holographic screen glowing idly blue and a series of paper notes pinned to the side of it.

Another rose trellis nearby has been torn off its base and placed horizontally on some stones, creating a makeshift table. What looks to be file folders are stacked on top of it.

The peaceful air the area wants to attain is further marred by the rude placement of a beat-up old car right next to the tree, skid marks behind it as though someone just drove the thing right over the bridge and parked it where they wanted. Aesthetics be damned. The passenger-side door of the car is open.

There is a path off the island, a white stone bridge that passes gracefully over the water to the garden on the other side. The effect is ruined, however, by the glaring red holographic bars that bisect the bridge in the middle, extending as high as you can see and just as wide. It’s a barrier of some sort… though looking closer, you can see an opening through it on the bridge, ragged and sharp as shattered glass. What lies beyond isn’t visible from where you stand.

You have time enough to take this in before, without warning, Connor is standing there in front of you wearing the blue-accented android uniform he arrived to the Fleet in, staring at you with… consternation.]

Are you stable?

((Warnings for swearing, violence, death, crime scene imagery and investigations, physical abuse, and prejudice allegories. I’ll flag these as they come up and any others I may have forgotten.))

[The light of the kitchen shimmers across the glass, and that sensation grows and grows until a scene dissolves into view.

The ship is real, now, no longer in a bottle but all around. Six people stand in a circle on the deck - Lup, Taako, two human men and one woman, and a dwarf. A gnome steers at the helm, apart but close by. Stars fly by the ship as it sails and in the distance, huge and overwhelming but mercifully leaving the ship alone is an enormous mass of black scarred by countless streaks of colours, tendrils slamming down on the world they're abandoning. Everyone is quiet, the atmosphere solemn and grim as they watch the destruction below.

Lup is the one who breaks the silence, first with a flippant joke-]

Listen. That stuff I was saying down there — that wasn’t just, that wasn’t just talk. I believe that, one of these times, we’re gonna get it right. And we’re gonna find a way to defeat the Hunger and... save everybody inside of it. I— I have to believe that, to keep doing what we do. Because I have to believe... that I’m gonna get... those fifteen dollars back from Greg fucking Grimaldis!

[-to make them all laugh and then, more quietly, to encourage them all to do better, to be better.]

Seriously, though, it got— we got dark down there. I— I know this journey’s been hard, and it’s only going to get harder, but we can’t allow ourselves to— to get to that place again. To even think about destroying an entire world. We need to promise each other, right now, we— we won’t let one another get to that place. Never again.

[She stretches a hand out, holding it in the air towards the center of the circle, her expression firm and urgent. She won't tolerate a repeat of what happened, no matter what. Slowly, one by one, they all join their hands with hers, echoing the sentiment in their own ways, and she smiles at them all. She looks at Taako in particular and something shifts in her gaze, a look of understanding and forgiveness. He'd done something to earn her ire, but in the end he'd made it right again. She's glad, the relief in her expression plain as day. She hates feeling angry with him.

They all stand like that for a while as the ship flies further and further away, leaving the ruined plane behind them, and suddenly their bodies all dissolve into threads of light, carried off to separate corners of the ship. The cycle begins anew.

Here we go again.

And with one final flash of light, the memory is gone, and the kitchen is back.]

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dreams in digital

Kaname Buccaneer (Macross Delta)

Grievous

loki (mcu)

Felix Gaeta

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Kogarasumaru

Ben Douglass | OC

Kolivan

Lup

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Mikleo

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Escha Malier

James Tiberius Kirk

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Connor | Detroit: Become Human

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