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Fourth Wall Meme

It's the return of the Fourth Wall Meme, and we're opening it for the next full week!

paradisa does not allow non-members to post or comment in our main community, so we're offering this as a place to roleplay with our cast. Both character journals and personal journals are welcome, as well as doubles, original characters, AUs, whatever. Not all can be applied to the main game, but they're certainly welcome here.

Premise:
You wake up in a giant, magical castle. Everything is beautiful and the castle grants material wishes. It also provides a magic journal to every resident that allows everyone to communicate with each other like a two-way radio.

Format:
[Actions] Dialogue.

IE:
[Mickey Mouse enters the room, and sits down at the kitchen table.]

Gosh, guys, is this place ever swell!

What are you gonna do?

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[Allen was heading to train. It was part of his routine here after so many years. Train with his sword and powers, eat, head to the clinic for work. Keeping busy was the best way he could find to cope with everything. He's seen so many residents with idle hands fall into despair here. He didn't want to become like that. ]

[But when he comes into the area, he sees that oh so familiar figure and he stops short. He didn't even have to question who it was- he knew. His breath caught and his chest ached at the sight of her, he knew who it was. ]

Te-

[He cuts himself off. What if it was an illusion by the castle? Or even more likely- she was a new resident that didn't remember? That's what always happened. People didn't come back for Allen. He was left behind, forgotten. That was the simple fact of it. Friends who would once look at him with affection and care, only to return to look at him with neutral expressions- as one would look on at a stranger. There was no point in even trying to explain things that they once forgot, it's never the same. That was one of the things he simply had to accept about this world.]

[Even so, it still felt like a knife in his chest when he spoke, when he tried his best to pretend there was nothing in the past]

...Hello?

[She had been looking down at her gloved hands again, examining them, flexing the fingers. It was the easiest thing to do at this point.

She hears Allen before he speaks--her senses haven't been dulled a bit, no matter how much time has passed in this place. Of course he'd still be here. The boy that had filled in so many of the holes in Teresa's heart. No matter how old he got, he'd always be a little boy to her, one she'd do anything for.

But she had left him. Just like Clare.]

Hello, Allen.

[Teresa stays where she is, but opens her arms. Things are blurry, but she remembers affection, at least.]

[He stops short when he hears her say his name. Even if he had hoped for it, he hadn't expected it. No one remembered him after all, that's how this place always was.]

[From where he stands, he hesitates. Part of him feels like he should exert caution. That maybe it was like that ship, when he saw all sorts of people he loved and missed, but they were only hallucinations. Only lies to try to drive him to madness. ]

[But they were still at the castle, and if she really was here. If she really did remember]

T- Teresa...

[He moves to close the distance between them, throwing his trained caution into the wind. Closer, it looks like he's a bit taller- though still an inch or two shorter than Teresa. His hair has grown a bit long, tied back into a ponytail. And on his back is strapped the sword, the one she had left behind for him. ]

[Though none of that really matters to him at the moment when he falls into that embrace. Just for a moment, he wants to forget that he's supposed to be an adult, and fall into his mother's warm arms and try not to cry]

[She never once minded his crying. That hasn't changed. She hasn't changed.]

I'm here. Don't worry.

[It takes her a moment to remember what to do, but she wraps her arms around him and holds him tightly, securely. She wonders who did this in her absence, and how long it's been.]

I missed you.

[You can't really miss anyone while dead, at least not where she was, but he was the first person to come to mind when she realized she was in Paradisa again.]

[The feeling of her embrace are real. Allen doesn't have the greatest memory, but he remembers the feeling of those arms. The warmth. It's just like how he still remembered how it felt to hug Mana. One simply doesn't forget]

[There's a little sniffling, but he tries to keep it together. Tries to ignore that he's shaking a little]

I've...I've missed you too. I didn't think I'd...[he swallows] see you again.

Shh, shh. [She rests a hand on the back of his head, gently.]

You've been alright, hmm?

[She had felt tired, in Paradisa, especially after Riful--but she had never wanted to leave.]

[Alright? Well that's a...but he'll give a small smile]

Mm...I've been living with Crowley and Ino and a few other people in the city. We've been looking after each other.

[...When Crowley's not dressing up in Ino's clothes and laying on the porch for the neighbors to see anyway]

Good. [He needed looking after, even if he was growing up. Teresa pulls back, keeping a hand on his shoulder, and reaches for his chin so her silver eyes can get a good look at his face.

She smiles, in that genuine way she only did around a select few.]

[He'll hold still for her, letting her examine him. He looks a bit older in the eyes, but other than that? It's still very much the face of a sixteen year old.]

[He meanwhile just keeps going, words just falling out of his mouth because holy crap he actually gets to talk to Teresa and not just air like he was prone to do]

Mm, it's full of animals mostly because of Crowley- but it's nice! And I still have my job at the clinic- well I got fired for a bit, but I was rehired not long afterwards!

[Teresa's never minded chatter, even if she's not much of a talker herself. She brushes her thumb over his cheek as he talks.]

I suppose that counts as you staying out of trouble.

[And he just beams at the sign of affection, soaking up all the affection and attention he's been lacking these years]

Mm!

Well, I suppose there was one time I became wanted in a place called Wonderland- but that's just because I punched the king.

... it's a good thing I remember you being so strange.

[And she flicks his forehead :') ]

[A small "ow" sound!]

I'm not that strange!

But you agree that you are somewhat strange?

[...]

Perhaps...sometimes.

It's a strangeness I've missed.

[He gets a kiss on the forehead, where she just flicked him. Mama's missed her baby boy.]

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