Salvage Station: The Underworld (Escape from Club Apophis, 27)

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STORYLINE: They were trapped. Trapped in the pitch-black catacombs beneath the Forbidden Zone, with a creature that shouldn't exist. It had slipped through the sewer grate above, a thing of tattered cloth, scraping metal, and impossible, hungry light. The team had followed the Saja's rule, don't move, don't look. But it was too late. The Sister was in the tunnel with them, and it could smell their fear.

The swirling vortex of its face flared, searching the dark, hungry and close, vibrating the stone like a cracking bone.

Echo pressed her back to the tunnel wall, her breath hitching. Don’t look. Don’t look. She bit her lip. One sharp sting. One copper-scented drop. The air seemed to gasp in reply, as if the tunnel itself could smell it. The Nun’s head snapped toward her. It could smell the blood. It lunged.

Echo flinched. She looked up and screamed. 

The Nun's face spit open like a cursed flower. A burst of light shot out of it, locking onto Echo's eyes. It was going to feed.

“NO!”

Ghost moved, a black-clad blur. He lunged past Echo, knife flashing, a perfect, lethal thrust aimed at the creature’s center mass. The blade went through. Hit nothing. No body, no bone, just empty robes and a sudden, violent chill that flash-froze his glove. 

The Nun, a thing of cloth and hungry void, swatted him aside like a fly. 

Ghost slammed into the wall. The small hand-crank generator on his belt dug into his hip.

The generator.

The Nun loomed over Echo, its vortex spinning faster, drawing her in.

Ghost didn't have time. He ripped the generator free and, with a snarl, wound the handle once.

A loud, grinding GGRRIIIND shrieked through the tunnel, obscenely loud, vibrating with raw, stupid power.

The Nun reared back. It shrieked, a sound of conflict, torn between the smell of fresh blood and the taste of pure, crackling energy.

Ghost made the choice for it. He hurled the generator with all his strength down the opposite tunnel. "GO!" he signed in the air, a useless, frantic gesture in the dark. 

The generator clattered against stone, its tiny light flickering. 

The Nun forgot Echo. It forgot them all. With a final, ravenous howl, it chased the power, tattered cloth and shadow vanishing into the black. 

Silence collapsed around them, broken only by Echo’s hyperventilating sobs.

Hwan’s voice cut through, cold and urgent. 

"Get up. Form a chain. Hold on. Do not let go. And run."

They scrambled in total darkness, a chaos of limbs, boots, and breath.

“I can’t see!” Plague yelled.

“No one can!” Minjo shouted back.

Ghost ignored the chain. He scooped up the trembling Echo and took the rear, covering their escape.

They ran blind, a stumbling mess through the darkness.

Minjo's foot caught on a loose stone, and she went down hard, breaking the chain.

"Minjo!" Plague stopped short. “I got you!”

He fumbled in the black, reaching. His hand landed on....

"Minjo, I'm so sor—"

SMACK.

"Just get off me!" she hissed.

“Okay, okay!” He grabbed again, wrong again.

“Plague,” Minjo said, voice lethal. “That is not my arm.”

"FINE!" Plague dropped to all fours. "Piggyback. Now! Let's go!"

Minjo, swallowing her pride, scrambled onto his back.

“RUN!” Hwan’s voice echoed ahead.

They raced deeper, lower. Then, the air changed. Cold stone gave way to a warm, humid sweetness that clung to their tongues.

They burst into a cavern. And it wasn’t dark. It glowed.

A vast, impossible garden sprawled before them, phosphorescent fungi rising like pillars, glowing moss draped from stalactites like drowned willows, and long gelatinous tendrils hanging from the ceiling, pulsing faintly with internal light. A cracked bioreactor tank sat half-buried in the cavern floor. Its shattered glass leaked viscous cyan fluid that streamed into the soil, feeding the luminous vegetation. The entire chamber hummed softly, like the heartbeat of something enormous sleeping under the earth. The air shimmered with drifting spores, each one pulsing like a tiny glowing seed.

“Is this… the surface?” Echo whispered.

“No,” Hwan said. He stood by a rusted miner’s railway, his face pale. “Do not stop,” he ordered. “Do not touch anything. This is MasterGin’s garden. His… nursery.”

“Nursery?” Plague panted, legs burning under Minjo’s weight.

“For parasites,” Hwan said. “We saved a man from here once. When we pulled him out...," his breath caught, “…he looked like a jellyfish shaped like a man.” He swallowed. “He was still screaming.”

SPLASH.

The surface of the leakage pool broke.

Something rose from the neon sludge. It was translucent, dripping, and pulsing with soft, sickly light. It looked like a man, but the skin was a clear membrane, revealing organs that floated in gel and bones that had softened into cartilage.

It had no face, only a vibrating film where a mouth should be.

“Oh god,” Plague choked out.

The Jellyfish Man shrieked, a wet, gurgling sound and lunged. A whip-fast tentacle of dissolving flesh lashed out toward Minjo.

“Move!”

Hwan stepped in front of them. He didn't raise a shield. He raised the hammer. Vanilla. The worn mallet he'd carried as the Ice Cream Man.

But as he swung, the air warped.

The metal underneath groaned and expanded, thickening into a massive, rough-hewn block of pale granite. The handle twisted, wood becoming thick, rusted rebar wrapped in leather.

It wasn't a tool anymore. It was a boulder on a stick. An ancient weapon of the earth.

CRACK-BOOM.

Hwan slammed the massive stone club into the creature’s chest.

The impact was seismic. The Jellyfish Man didn't just fly backward, it became a projectile. It slammed into the cavern wall with such force that the rock face splintered. Dust rained down. The entire cavern shook.

Hwan hefted the stone hammer onto his shoulder. It had to weigh three hundred pounds, but he held it like a toy. He looked back at the students, his eyes burning with feral amber light. But that was not the only shocking thing, Hwan appeared to have transformed too.

“What are you staring at?” Hwan growled. “Run!”

They wasted no time plunging back into darkness, up the long winding staircase carved into rock—endless, spiraling, scraping the breath from their lungs toward whatever they prayed was an exit.

They hit a wall. A dead end: a smooth stone chamber with no outlets. The sound of their breathless pants felt loud in the small space.

“Hwan, where...?”

SWISH. THUD.

A heavy stone door slid shut behind them, sealing the stairs.

"We're trapped!" Plague yelled, pounding on the stone.

“No,” Hwan said. His voice no longer echoed; it was unnervingly close.

He stood in the dim light at center of the chamber, leaning on the massive stone hammer.

“You’re trapped,” Hwan corrected.

He lifted the hammer one last time, and swung upward, driving the stone head into the ceiling with a deafening, rhythmic clang.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

And then, ...light exploded, and he was gone in a burst of gold.

They were alone, ears ringing, in the dark, betrayed.

“Of course he teleported!” Plague roared, kicking the wall. “The snake! The shady Saja! We’re dead! We are so, so dead!”

"No," Echo rubbed her arms as she shivered. ”I don't think he's a Saja.”

SCRRRAPE.

A noise from above. A slice of light cut down as a metal hatch squealed open, painfully bright. A silhouette leaned over the edge.

“Well, well, well. Looks like the Nerd Rescue Party needed rescuing. What I wouldn’t give to take a picture of your faces right now.”

“Lisa?” Echo whispered, shielding her eyes against the glare.

Another voice joined, bright and incredulous. “Are you guys okay?”

… Kyra.

Then a final shadow stepped into view. Kyle Baek tossed a rope ladder down; the rungs hit the stone floor with a clatter. His voice was deep, bitter, hollow.

“Welcome, fellow livestock,” he said. “To the Pen.”

On him, Hwan:

Tattoo clothes: Nefekalum - Salvaged Armor - Rusted 07 [BOM](Salvage Station)(199L)
Skin: Fallen Gods - Radioactive [xy]+FGInc.+ Uranium [BOM](Salvage Station)(743L)

Hammer: Arts&Gear - *AG* (PBR)StoneHammer [mesh](Salvage Station)(200L)

Sleeves: REBIS - Junkyard Sleeves . LegacyM, yellow [mesh](Salvage Station)(250L)
Boots: Web Dew - WD Boots Daniel - Legacy Athletic, yellow [mesh](Salvage Station)(275L)

Shorts: [LOB] OKLAND SHORT - BLACK [mesh]
Briefs: UKYAH - Lalotex Briefs (Legacy Athletic) [mesh]
Hair: Ginko Hair - #97 Hair - Rigged(Male/L) [mesh]
Hair: Air Kazura A01_Tail white [mesh](200L)
Hands: {Aii} Demonic Touch - bom/all parts, Legacy M [mesh](800L)

Tattoo: LeLUTKA - Freckles.004 [BOM]
Tattoo: HISS - PATTERNS BODY 2 - FADING TINT [BOM]
Eyes: {Rue} - Eyes/Grimalkin: Saffron [BOM]
Head: BeSpoke - Oni Jube [mesh]

Body: TheShops - [BODY] Athletic Meshbody (Legacy)(m) (1.7.1) [mesh](5000L)

Setting:

Railway tunnel: Red Shadow - RS-Decadent Road [mesh](Salvage Station)

Jellyfish: {anc} - Abyssal Jellyfish 2Li (allcolor) [mesh](Salvage Station)(239L)

Wall, pose: Arts&Gear - *AG* Stone Cracked Wall [mesh](Salvage Station)(210L)

Mushrooms: Dysfunctionality - [DDD] Giant Mushrooms [mesh]

Mushrooms: CONSTRUCT - Glitter Mushroom [mesh]

Glow worms: LOVE - CAVE GLOW WORM [mesh]

Set: Fanatik - Architecture: Lake Chamber [mesh](500L)

On Him, The JellyFish Man:

Skeleton: [ jintaiya ] - High-Performance Deluxe Skeleton AvatarSkeleton [mesh](1800L)

Glitter: E.V.E - Rapunzel Suit Glitter [BELLEZA-M] V.3.3 [mesh]

BONUS IMAGES: inworld raw shot, hi-res, midday sky.  JellyFish Man at midnight.

 

Camp Syndicate: The Parasitic Barrier (Escape from Club Apophis, 25)

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STORYLINE: ...10 MINUTES EARLIER

The forest at the edge of the Forbidden Zone wasn’t quiet; it was rejected. No insects chirped. No wind stirred the pines. Only the cold, high-voltage hum of hungry silence remained.

Echo crouched in the dirt, breath misting. Her purple-striped sleeves brushed a carpet of dead needles. Behind her, the clearing glowed feverish green under the team’s work lights—drones, signal poles, and weapon packs scattered around the steel crate that held the Black Snakeskin Box. They looked less like students and more like a cult preparing to storm hell.

Ghost didn’t speak; he just acted.

“Comms test, G-3,” he signed with his Halo-gloves, hefting an insulated pole topped with a transmitter. He eased it forward until it breached the shimmering boundary of the Forbidden Zone.

The transmitter’s green light died the instant it crossed the perimeter.

Plague gave a low whistle. “Physics just quit. Another billion credits gone. Stellar start.”

Echo’s jaw tightened. She despised failure. Order bending into nonsense set her on edge.

She brushed past Ghost, pulling items from her pack.

“Experiment E-1.” She tossed a high-powered flashlight. It died mid-air. Then her phone—its screen went black before it hit the ground.

Last, she produced a small pink plastic ’80s Swatch, wound it, and tossed it into the Zone like a sacrifice.

It landed among the dead leaves, still ticking. Smug old tech. Alive.

“It’s selective,” Echo murmured. “Not an EMP, not a jammer. It’s eating everything with a current.”

Plague snorted, gesturing to the pile of dead gear. “Great. And we brought a picnic.”

“No,” Minjo corrected. Her eyes shifted from her dead console to the steel crate. “It eats human power.”
The glint in her gaze sharpened as she focused on the Black Snakeskin Box. “So, let’s feed it something else.”

She unlatched the crate. Inside, the sinister box pulsed with a faint, oily light. This wasn't tech, at least nothing Minjo could understand. It was a core of impossible energy, a spark that could power quantum entanglement from a container the size of a heart.

“I’ve failed to interface with it,” she admitted, rare defeat roughening her tone. “It has no code. It... resists analysis.”

Echo stared at the exposed core. It seemed to throb in time with their movements.

“Wait,” she whispered. “I think it’s been watching us. Laughing each time we fail.”

“A trolling multidimensional power source. Perfect.” Plague flipped a bird at the core, which flashed in response.

Minjo and Echo exchanged a glance.

“Alright,” Minjo said, slipping from analysis to command. “Echo, you’re the empath. Try luring it into the containment unit.”

Echo swallowed. The task felt right—like it had chosen her. The Core was less a device than a feral animal.

She pulled her retro datapad from her pack—a lavender relic with a green phosphor screen. Laying a palm on the Box, she ignored the feel of cold, scaled skin and linked the pad.

The screen flared—not with static, but with alien glyphs that writhed like serpents under glass. The Box was speaking: a language of pure, hungry curiosity.

Then the glyphs resolved. Two lines appeared on either side of the screen, and a single pixel bounced between them.

A small smile touched Echo's lips. “You guys aren’t going to believe this. I think it’s trying to play PONG.”

A ball of light bounced off one edge of the screen and headed for her side. She returned it, and the glyphs blinked in what looked like a smile.

“We can play, but first we need to get you into your new home. Easy now,” she murmured, guiding the datapad. The Core, trusting her now, followed the pad’s pull like a charmed snake. It levitated, humming, and slid into the brass-and-crystal housing Minjo had built.

“I have it,” Echo breathed, a surge of triumph cutting through the dread. “It’s contained. The unit is sealed.”

The moment the seal clicked shut, the serpentine glyphs swirled and bounced the digital ball to her again. She laughed in delight.

Then suddenly, the ball froze mid-play. The glyphs scattered, racing in panic, then coiled into tight, defensive knots, -- as if bracing for an unseen strike.

The air changed, as if the world itself were holding its breath.

Echo felt it before she saw it: the sense of being watched. The scent of rust and something sickeningly sweet, like burnt sugar.

A new awareness crawled up her spine, different from the Zone’s vague hunger. This wasn’t a diffuse threat. This was focused, predatory attention.

Reflected in the dark glass of her datapad, a new reflection joined her own.

It was pale. It was smiling.

Her breath caught.

She looked up, -- just as the Ice Cream Man brought the hammer down.

He didn’t strike her.

The heavy, worn hammer crushed the containment unit. The Core fractured.

It didn’t explode. It unleashed.

A giant shadow-serpent, a thing of pure, lightless rage, tore itself free from the broken housing. It shrieked, a psychic howl that rattled Echo’s teeth. A tornado of darkness ripped through the clearing as hundreds of smaller shadows were sucked from the trees, swirling around the serpent as it grew, raging in a vortex of dust, leaves, and smoke.

Then, as fast as it had appeared, the serpent shot past them, a black comet streaking deep into the Forbidden Zone.

Silence fell.

Ghost had already moved, placing himself between the students and the intruder, hand on his sidearm.

The Ice Cream Man didn’t move. He simply pointed his hammer in the direction the serpent had gone. His voice was muffled and hollow behind the porcelain mask.

“It returns to its master,” he said. “Your cursed friend, Yoon Jihoon, is that direction.”

The words hit them like a physical blow.

“What?” Minjo whispered, her scientific certainty shattering. “Who… who are you?”

The Ice Cream Man lifted his free hand to his face. With a soft click, he unhooked the mask and let it fall.

He wasn’t human. His face was sharp and pale, a smile that was too wide, with teeth that looked like they could crack bone, and his eyes burned with a feral amber light.

“I am Hwan, Guardian of the Barrier,” he said, voice now clear and cold, like gravel and frost. “And you’re not going anywhere, not without a real guide.”

On Her, Echo:

Top, shorts, leg warmers, shoes: Web Dew - Nicole set, LaraX [mesh](Camp Syndicate)(3500L)

Hair: Sintiklia - Lillith head 1 Fitted, colors ombres [mesh](Camp Syndicate)(350L)

Thigh belt: PSYCHO:Byts - Final Thigh Belts [mesh](Camp Syndicate)(450L)

Eyes: Mana - Plague Eye [BOM, Applier](Camp Syndicate)(300L)

Glasses: VORTECH - Teachers Specs PBR V1.1 [mesh](249L)

Headphone: L&B - Female Swear Gift Headphones [mesh]

Datapad: kosmii & mizu - Industrial DataPad [mesh]

Pins: LindenLabs LDPW - Paleoquest Badges - Dino love // small [mesh]

Head, eyes: LeLUTKA lel EvoX LILLY 3.1 [mesh](3990L)

Body: Maitreya Mesh Body Lara [mesh](2750L)

Setting:

Monster: AxisMundi - StarGorgon [animesh](Camp Syndicate)(750L)

Skull Plant: Blue Blood - Ficus Mori - Cluster - Vivid Green [mesh](Camp Syndicate)(199L)

Contiment Unit: VORTECH - Alien Containment Units [mesh](349L)

Datapad: StudioOne - Datapad [mesh]

Ground: LOVE - EVERCHANGE PATHWAY [mesh]

Trees: Landscaping by Felix1 - Mesh Pine Season [mesh]

Suitcase: LINKRAVE Wormhole Suitcase - Aged Black [mesh] (685L)

BONUS IMAGES: inworld raw shot, hi-res, midday sky. 

Androgyny Event: Order vs Chaos (Escape from Club Apophis, 14)

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STORYLINE: Deep in the Neu Seoul headquarters of Monstrum, MasterGin lounged with the poise of a cat who had clawed open a birdcage only to find the prize dull. The sanctum’s grand mirrors, polished obsidian reflecting a glitchy, fragmented reality, caught him in splintered fragments—silver skin, silky cuffs, a grin rehearsed for an audience not yet assembled. The air, heavy with the scent of synthetic of oriental spice and overclocked servers, held a faint electric hum. And a neon pink glow from the bioluminescent cave garden outside pulsed erratically, casting lurid shadows that danced like phantoms across the mirrored walls.

The Ruler’s presence announced itself long before he appeared. He did not enter; he descended. A vibration crawled through the chandelier’s crystal bones, a hum that made the very air hold its breath, a digital sigh. His form materialized from a swirling vortex of shadow and shimmering code, a storm with no need for thunder. Even in tailored modern attire, the ghost of a Pharaoh clung stubbornly to him: broad shoulders draped in shadow, long golden dreadlocks arranged across one side like a polished nemes. His eyes were molten ore, terrible in their patience, with a faint, low-res static flickering deep within them.

Gin, ever the performer, adjusted his hair in one sweep and arranged himself into his most provocative silhouette, defiant mischief lacquered onto every angle.

“You disappoint me, Lucien.”

He did not raise his voice, yet the velvet syllables dragged centuries of command behind them, a resonant echo that vibrated deep in Gin's bones.

“Your unauthorized indulgence risks exposing us. Scandal won’t lull human curiosity, -- it will sharpen it.”

Gin flicked invisible dust from his shoulder with a hand too languid, too deliberate. The pout that followed was operatic, designed for drama, but for a split second, the performance dropped. The muscles in his jaw tightened, a flash of something hard and bitter crossing his features before it vanished.

“You could have ordered him into obedience,” the Ruler said at last, his shadow lengthening until it coiled like a leash. “Instead, you left him raw. Exposed.”

“One doesn’t break a spirited horse, Darling. Let it choose the bridle of its own volition. I’m an artist, not a butcher.”

The Ruler’s silence stretched. It pressed against the room, against Gin’s skin, as if a blade hovered just above the vein. The air grew perceptibly colder, the electric hum from the walls dipping to a near-silent thrum.

Gin’s grin faltered, then reassembled itself in defiance. He met the Ruler’s gaze.

“You will apologize.” The Ruler’s words dropped like iron, and his breath, when it came, felt hot and arid as a desert wind.

Gin blinked, his lashes fluttering. “To Jihoon? He should apologize to me for refusing my devotion. I gave him—”

“No.” The Ruler’s lips curved, cruel and amused. “To the President of the United States.”

For one heartbeat, even Gin had no script. His perfect posture broke, his back arching slightly in shock. Then he let out a sound halfway between a laugh and a cough. “Oh. …ah… that little… misunderstanding.”

“You threatened to melt his face off. On live satellite stream.”

“Darling!” Gin gasped, spreading his hands like a martyr. “It was metaphor. Performance art. Americans are so literal.”

The Ruler did not blink. “You will apologize.”

Gin collapsed backward into the velvet couch with mock despair, the bio-fibers of the couch shifting to accommodate his weight. He draped an arm across his eyes. “What a ghastly punishment. To abase myself before that decrepit man. Very well—if I must. But I’ll do it on my terms. A gala. Lights, cameras, an audience worth my humiliation. My apology will be spectacular.”

The Ruler stepped closer, and the air chilled. His gold eyes burned like twin suns sinking into an eclipse. “Don’t mistake indulgence for mercy. Your leash is mine. Pull once more against it, and you will choke.”

Gin’s smile remained, but the set of his jaw revealed steel beneath the glamour. He rose slowly, sweeping his silver locks from his shoulders in a practiced cascade.

The Ruler’s voice followed, low and commanding, his voice a disembodied whisper as if from a thousand miles away: “Get your equipment. You are keeping your appointment and apologizing if I have to drag you by the hair myself.”

“As you command,” Gin murmured, bowing low.

The Ruler’s hand rested briefly on Gin’s shoulder. It felt cold and unyielding as stone, yet the weight of it was strangely familiar, a chilling point of contact that felt less like a touch and more like a brand. It was the same touch that had once pulled Gin from mortality and into a new life of eternal servitude and shared dominion. For a moment, a memory flickered between them—of a promise made in blood and a bond forged in centuries of shared secrets. The Ruler gestured toward the doors. Together, they left the sanctum, a storm of elegance and menace, bound for a world unready for their theatrics.



This image was inspired by the Lanneah dress, Marilyn Monroes's "Happy Birthday Mr President" and details from this week's chapter in the ongoing Apophis series. It was a very challenging chapter and image concept. The setting was built from scratch, even the Washington Monument! But enough about the behind the scenes, here are some details of the cool items shown....

Over at Sabbath is the another luxurious sexywear outfit by YUEBIN for men and women, with panty options. The deep scoop neckline is very cool, and there is scoop in the back too! Double the cool.   (BONUS Scoop: There is wonderful PBR limited edition gift version of this outfit in the Enchantment Nevermore Hunt. Hunt the YUEBIN store for the raven to find the gift.) ...Over at Androgyny Event ending soon, are Cult's must have pair for boots for fashionably daring men, the Lanneah boots. It includes fits for female avatars too of course.   ...From Trap is the adorable Doll Collectable. You just pick the hair style you want with the outfit you want, and buy it. You can buy additional eyes. And there is a free developer pack to make your own textures too. Its mod, so I added  to the little fellow a little shine effect and a Jihoon's trademark teal shirt. The doll comes with 6 doll poses, a hud to change the eye art, and they each trigger an avatar hold pose for the doll. Very fun!   ...From Yummy is great glam goth jewelry set for men! I used the Gianni fit for Legacy Male with no trouble. I love this exists, now I want a PBR version.   ...The stole I picked up on the last weekend sale at Dernier, perfect timing.   ...The  nylon bodysuit by Bas de Laura Store looks simple, but close up its very detailed with texture and well placed steams like nylons. Love it.  ... I am forever searching for the perfect Sakura. In this post are some of the best yet, the LOVE Cherry trees and the very detailed TC Wild Gnarly Sakura.  The detailed one has a large land impact, so use as a statement piece instead of landscape.   ...The Tame hair by BonBon has a bit of a modern update to the Marilyn style hair.   ...I looked for the perfect bar stool and found a nice one by Dogma that was also mod! So could change it up with PBR textures that suit the scene.   ....The sidewalks come from the Make a Mark Japanese Sakura River site model2, and I added the led lights to cyberpunk it up, and created the Washington Monument with simple prims.

On Him MasterGin:

Boots: CULT Lanneah, Legacy Male [mesh](Androgyny Event)(369L)

Dress: YUEBIN Luminara dress and panty, Legacy male, white [mesh](Sabbath)(350L)

Jihoon Doll: Trap Doll collectable [mesh](Androgyny Event)(199L)

Jewelry: Yummy Blood & Prayer Set - Linked Earrings, Necklace, male (395L)

Hair: bonbon tame hair, naturals[mesh][mesh](439L)

Fur: Dernier Endrit Fur Stole, White [mesh]

Bodysuit: Bas de Laura Store Laura's White Sheer Bodystocking with Long Sleeves [BOM](150L)

Makeup: DeeTaleZ Glitter Eyes, and cheeks, Silver, EvoX [BOM](gift)

Head: LeLUTKA CAMDEN 4.0 [mesh](3990L)

Body: TheShops [BODY] Athletic Meshbody (Legacy)(m) (1.7.1) [mesh](5000L)

Pose: *{( konpeitou )}* mermaid  (slight pose edit)

Setting:

Sakura: Tsunami Creations Ultimate Japanese Wild Gnarly Sakura Tree w. animations [mesh](200L)

Sakura: LOVE Cherry Blossom Tree pack [mesh](499L)

Stool: Dogma Letona Bar Stool Black [mesh](90L)

Sidewalk: MAke a MArk Japanese Sakura River site (model 02) [mesh](249L)

Water: MBC Realistic PBR Water [mesh](250L)

BONUS IMAGES: inworld raw shots, hi-res, midday sky 

 

Beware of the Kitsunes

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STORYLINE: With a wave a leaf, the little fox changed to his human form, Shirokami. "You're wasting time looking for the chosen one." His twin Kurokami suddenly appeared, making him jump. He hated when she did that. "Why search, when we can bring the strongest man in the village to us?" She grinned and showed him the Hammer Game she created. "Anyone who hits the target hard enough to make the fireball shoot up and spark the fireworks on top gets a prize."  "Oooo," he cooed. It tickled his ears, this plan. "Yes, yes! Surely the strong one will be reveled. Let us make a lot of noise to attract attention!" He banged the drum, she rattled her rattles, and they both called in unison, "Come prove your strength, win a fabulous prize!"

On Him, Shirokami:
Shoes: Air Izumo_3G*sango red, gacha [mesh](Japonica)(60L)
Outfit: Sakka's Studio Tono Yukata Kumadori black&red [mesh](Japonica)(300L)
Drum: {iD} x +HILU+ / DruM DRAGON** [RARE] 1 [mesh](Japonica)(60L)
Drumsticks: {iD} x +HILU+ / DruM SticK Red** [mesh](Japonica)(60L)
Blindfold: Silvery K Blindfold Red [mesh](150L)
Hair: .Shi Introvert Unisex Mono (edit tint) [mesh](285L)
Necklace: Empyrean Forge EF: Yang Pendant - SILVER [mesh](400L)
Ring, bracelet: Mandala LUSTFUL-Jewelry-set male [mesh](437L)
Pet: Love {L} Nightmare Kitsune; Shirokami, gacha [mesh](75L)
Tail: Aii Kitsune Silver Bell Tail, gacha [mesh]
Ears: Paws Big ear [mesh](free)
Ring: CerberusXing Skull Ring Silver [mesh](175L)
Claws, feet: CerberusXing Talon Nails Slink Flat Silver [mesh](199L)
Applier hand, feet: CerberusXing Wraps (350L)
Nail Polish: By Snow Fashionable Black applier for Slink hands (1L)
Hands: Slink Avatar Enhancement Hands [mesh](450L)
Toe claws: Slink Claw Toenails Male Flat [mesh] (675L)
Body, hands, feet applier: Tableau Vivant Slink body Horror (400L)
Skin: Tableau Vivant Lucis Skin - Horror edition 01 A (no longer available)
Feet: Slink Male Feet Flat [mesh] (650L)
Body: Slink Physique MALE Mesh Body V2.9[mesh](1,250L)
Pose: yzk mens pose 4 hero7 (10L)

On Her, Kurokami:
Guest Appearance: Aarya Phantomhive of the Dark Phantom blog
For a complete stylecard and more of this storyline, visit the Dark Phantom blog Kitsune's Bells.
Dress: W-Zero -00-KimonoDress-Black [mesh](Japonica)(350L)
Wrist cuff: GUARAN-DOU Handlet String Gacha [mesh](Japonica)(20L)

Setting:
Festival game: ::.who what.:: [Japanesque] -Hammer game- [mesh](Japonica)(380L)
Walkway: xin. ishidatami 3, gacha [mesh](80L)
Stairs: xin. ishi kaidan, gacha [mesh](80L)
Location: Shiro Hasu Village

The Castle of the Marquis d'Auvergne, 2

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STORYLINE: The heavy wooden doors groaned open as the Rockstar bursted into the castle's main hall. His boots left dark footprints on the dusty stone surface. "I love it! I must have it! All of it. Don't change a thing!" He ran like a giddy child and flopped down on a cobweb covered Louis XVI couch. A cloud of dust flew up making the old man cough. "It's perfect for my next video," he licked his lips. "Wine, roses, and an orgy of flesh." The old man shuddered as if a cold wind had just blow down the dark stone hall. The rockstar's pleasant demeanor suddenly dropped, "You think me a monster, Monsieur Gustave? It's simple, I like what I like, and I will have it. No tale of a curse will dissuade me."

Guys, have you been to the winter round of ROMP? It's the most amazing round so far! It ends Thursday, 6pm. If you haven't blown your paycheck there yet, do not miss it. You don't miss the deals on all these fabulous items. From ROMP is wicked cool Masquerade Mask by Anachron. There is a Higwaymen mask too and both come in a variety of colors. Titzuki has two fun outfits for when theres a doctor in the house. I'm wearing the Brother Victim corset. I love this corset it fit perfectly on TMP male and also comes in default avatar size. It includes TMP and Omage appliers for stockings and underwear. The Sleeves are from the Brother Doctor outfit. The collar is a team effort by Contraption and CX. The collars are based on real antiques.  I'm holding the beautiful dragon sculpture for the men and its not just form, it had has scripts too, and comes in 4 varieties.  If you have ever worn a mask, you know it helps to wear some dark makeup around the eyes. Over at the new new round of Genre are some brilliant makeups for men based on RuPaul's drag race. I used the Sharon (she is the coolest). In the background are two beautiful sculptures by Culprit and also rubber chair is also by Culprit. The chair includes single, couple, and adults poses.  On the wall is Capturado set by Artisan Fantasy. I love wrought iron, so I am loving this elegant set.  From The Kawaii Project is the Romance tattoo by Love. Long cigarette by Nikotin. Nipple piercing by Haus of Darcy, Pants applier by Muse, and the awesome Thigh high spatz boots for men by Schadenfreude. The setting is the rare Paris Loft by Apple Fall.

On him, The Rockstar:
Mask: Anachron Dark Masquerade Mask Vamp - red [mesh](ROMP)(95L)
Tattoo: Love Romantic Tattoo Omega/TMP (Kawaii Project)(100L)
Collar: Contraption&[CX] Locke Collar - silver [mesh](ROMP)(250L)
Corset: Titzuki Victim Brother Corset [mesh](ROMP)(216L)
Armwarmers: Titzuki Brother Doctor Shirt [mesh](ROMP)(216L)
Sculpture: Constraint Dick Dragon - Blaze the Firestarter [mesh](ROMP)(280L)
Lip gloss: Aii InuDaiYoukai Makeup Pack - TMP (150L)
Eye makeup: La Boucherie Rugirls - Sharon TMP/Omega (Genre)(99L)
Smokes: NikotiN HOLDER_ Black V.4.0 [mesh](499L)
Nipple piercing: Haus of Darcy Lust MESH Nipples - Razor [mesh](150L)
Boots: Schadenfreude Leith Boot - male - pitch [mesh](200L)
Hair: Truth Hair Ryleigh [mesh](12 Days of Savings)(100L)
Pants applier: Muse Savage! Sexy Bodysuit with Gloves (189L)
Skin applier body: Clef de Peau Body Soft:T1 TMP Appliers (500L)
Applier Head: Tableau Vivant Tox Skin - Tone 03 Blonde (600L)
Hands: Slink Male Hands [mesh] (450L)
Head: TheMeshProject (BETA) Head(m) - Anime (Deluxe) [mesh](5000L)
Body, hands: TheMeshProject (BETA) Deluxe Body [mesh](5000L)
Pose: Del May DM - Bedsit male (50L)

Setting:
Cross: Artisan Fantasy Capturado set [mesh](ROMP)(1800L)
Sculpture Male: Culprit Invisible Bonds [mesh](ROMP)(300L)
Sculpture Female: Culprit Invisible Bonds [mesh](ROMP)(300L)
Chair: Culprit Rubber chair [mesh](ROMP)(499L)
Tub: Consignment & floorplan Bathtub - Pewter - A [mesh](pg, 450L, adult 900L)
Skybox: Apple Fall AF Paris Loft Skybox RARE, gacha [mesh](75L)