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- final fantasy xv: ardyn izunia,
- final fantasy xv: ignis scientia,
- fragile dreams: ren,
- hyper light drifter: the drifter,
- marble hornets: tim wright,
- mass effect: commander shepard,
- mushi-shi: ginko,
- original: chip abaroa,
- original: mira delacroix,
- osomatsu-san: ichimatsu matsuno,
- pokemon sun & moon: guzma,
- pokemon sun & moon: luna,
- undertale: chara dreemurr,
- ✖ bastion: the kid,
- ✖ billions: jack foley,
- ✖ camp camp: max,
- ✖ captive prince: laurent,
- ✖ castlevania: soma cruz,
- ✖ dangan ronpa: hinata hajime,
- ✖ dangan ronpa: komaeda nagito,
- ✖ disney: mickey mouse,
- ✖ dragon age inquisition: cole,
- ✖ fatal frame: ouse kurosawa,
- ✖ ffvi: terra branford,
- ✖ ffxiv: tataru taru,
- ✖ ffxv: lunafreya nox fleuret,
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- ✖ fragile dreams: crow,
- ✖ homestuck: kanaya maryam,
- ✖ lady trent: isabella camherst,
- ✖ legend of zelda: medli,
- ✖ marble hornets: brian thomas,
- ✖ marvel 616: wade wilson,
- ✖ off: the batter,
- ✖ okami: amaterasu,
- ✖ original: finley,
- ✖ original: lys skovgaard,
- ✖ osomatsu-san: karamatsu matsuno,
- ✖ osomatsu-san: osomatsu matsuno,
- ✖ overwatch: fareeha "pharah" amari,
- ✖ overwatch: jesse mccree,
- ✖ overwatch: mercy,
- ✖ pacific rim: newton geiszler,
- ✖ pyre: oralech,
- ✖ rwby: jaune arc,
- ✖ rwby: weiss schnee,
- ✖ shadowrun: gobbet,
- ✖ skyrim: the dragonborn,
- ✖ sonic the comic: espio the chameleon,
- ✖ the adventure zone: lup,
- ✖ the adventure zone: taako,
- ✖ the order of the stick: roy greenhilt,
- ✖ the walking dead (game): clementine,
- ✖ undertale: asriel dreemurr,
- ✖ undertale: frisk,
- ✖ undertale: muffet,
- ✖ undertale: sans the skeleton,
- ✖ world of warcraft: maridian,
- ✖ yuki yuna is a hero: karin myoshi
October Intro: Louder than Sirens, Louder than Bells
INTRO LOG: OCTOBER
Who: Everyone!
What: New souls arrive to the archipelago of LifeAftr
When: October 3rd
Where: Ensō
Warnings: Mark as needed!
What: New souls arrive to the archipelago of LifeAftr
When: October 3rd
Where: Ensō
Warnings: Mark as needed!
The Beach: For All the Rest
The shores of Ensō are far from the tranquil, almost idyllic tropical backdrop that they should be. And so it is that while you fish, or perhaps as you go about your daily business on the islets, the first thing you will note is the persistent sound hammering at the back of your skull.
A drumming.
And it's growing louder.
The source of the drumming will, like it or not, soon become apparent. At the fringes of the trees, wielding slings and hollow, wooden pistols, is a group of large and very displeased simians who have every intent of claiming this spot of beach - yes, traveler, this spot of beach you're standing on right now! - for their own, and by any means necessary.
And they certainly don't look interested in diplomacy.
If you came armed, you might be in luck, because this conflict will require your steady hand in its resolution. If you did not...well, you may be better suited to run, or risk capture at the hands of warriors skilled, cunning, and incredibly vicious. Laugh at their monkey business all you like; they are ingenious fighters and, what's more, they're just as good at killing as they are at capture.
For the uninitiated, this particular brand of chaos doesn't usually sweep across the entire island the way it has. But those who have been here for some time will recognize the monkeys in question, and might even recognize this for what it is: revenge.
Group I: The Squeakquel
Looks like your monkeying around last month has landed you and everyone else in a spot of trouble. The monkeys in question certainly weren't happy to be confronted with others on their lands, nor are they willing to share their territory. While you may have triumphed last time you confronted them, the apes have been planning their revenge in the meantime.
Some of you were unlucky enough to become targets. Overnight, a great deal of them silently invaded the islets. Their blow-dart guns are equipped with a fairly powerful sedative that is more than capable of knocking most living creatures out - and those that were immune were simply snatched up, gagged, and bundled away.
However, it seems that some of their prisoners didn't suit their purposes, for one way or another, and thus weren't retrieved with the intention of long-term capture. Which is why a number of you will awaken in regions of the island that you've already explored.
...the really, really dangerous ones.
Whether it's a Center of Gravity, a parade of centipuppies, a contingent of Lungblossoms, a Fustercluck, or something else entirely, one thing is certain: the monkeys wanted you out of their way.
So get ready to fight for your life.
Group II: Ape Escape
If you're not one of the slightly luckier newcomers that materializes on the shore, then you're one of the unlucky ones that's managed to materialize square in the middle of the jungle. Or rather, in the middle of one of the denser, more populated parts of the jungle. The abodes woven into the canopy are crude, built of mud and sticks, but they're nonetheless sturdy.
And, as an important note - they are also swarming with monkeys. Snarling, baying, armed monkeys. Perhaps they'd be more hostile toward an interloper...if you weren't already in a cage, along with several others.
Fortunately for the newbies, they've all got something the monkeys didn't anticipate, aside from the element of surprise. Most prisoners don't arrive with knapsacks full of newly-acquired gear, and it's a good thing, too - you may very well need it, and the help of the new arrivals, to escape this place. You could always wait for the cavalry to come, but are you really willing to take that risk?
Group III: Pot Luck
As for you, you terribly fortunate third group?
You'll find yourselves suspended in wooden cages as well, though this time, to the hot curtain of whitish steam clouding your vision. It smells an awful lot like smoke down there. An awful lot like something...burning? Unlike your fellows over in the second group, these cages aren't simply a means of containing you, no. These cages are currently hanging over what might be the largest cast iron cauldron you've ever seen. All of this is, of course, for one simple reason:
Some species of monkeys are carnivores.
As a final note to those who participated in the Test Drive Meme, bear in mind that those threads, if all parties involved would like, can be game canon in the form of dream-like memories involving a place very much like this one, though the layout is considerably different.
All new arrivals will awake with knapsacks with their names stitched to the front. The contents of said knapsacks can be found below!
Feeling a tad adrift? Make sure to check the Locations Page, which has details regarding the starting areas and a handy map for those who feel better with a bird's eye view!
( CODED BY BOOTYCALL )
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[There's no judgement, because who the fuck is she to judge any of that. She also supposes Chara means there's been fights on this island before, they just hadn't joined in until now, but that's a less interesting line of questioning right now.
Chara's suggestion makes her hesitate and look a tad--Sheepish? Her hand smooths against the kimono.] ...It will sound foolish of me to refuse, but this kimono... A wedding kimono like this is a woman's pride. It was very expensive to make and the only one I will likely ever own. [Not that it matters much she's never getting married at this rate.]
It is foolish, I know, but is there perhaps and alternative?
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[And when it didn't. Whenever it suited them. Because they could.
And because they could, they had to. Chara purses their lips at her response, thinking it over. This would have been easier if they still had the bandages they'd requested last month- but both rolls had already been used...
...Which didn't mean they didn't have bandages on them, of course.]
There may be. Would you do me a favor and turn around, however? I would prefer no one were privy to this.
[Don't worry, Ouse. They aren't about to wrap your feet with undergarments.
But the bandages they do have on them are still in use.]
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She blinks, eyebrows raising in a sort of amusement. Probably she shouldn't be turning her back on anyone here, but she'd died and felt hundreds of deaths before-- What would one more be if it turned into that?
So Ouse bows her head lightly and turns around, hands folded neatly in front of her]
Should I assume it magic? [Pulling something from thin air? It'd be probably the least crazy explanation and thing she'd seen since coming here]
cw: implied self-harm
It's experience that makes quick work of the action, unwinding the material and keeping it secure in one hand as they pull out their knife with the other, plucking at their tights and cutting holes into the fabric, squares of black material from atop their knees.]
Thank you for your patience. These bandages are used... if you would hold this fabric against your foot, that is the best I can do for cleanliness.
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[Like look, she'll take them, the used part doesn't bother her overly much so much as the idea their use for them wasn't over.]
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[They can make do, until they can request more. If there were any real urgency, they still had one story in their pocket. Chara crouches down, gesturing for her to take a seat.]
It will take but a moment.
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I do not have much to offer right now, but I will find a way to repay you, I promise that. [Another pause and she asks curiously] May I have your name?
cw: child deaths, suicide
[And one they will be sure to keep track of it. Holding out one of the black scraps of fabric, they lean forward, hair no longer long enough to hide their face entirely, curling over their cheek.]
My name is-
[Their fingers brush her heel.
Psst, Ch-
I don't like this plan anymore.
Twin echoes of confusion and fear as magic rains down, striking at a glowing heart that cracks and crumbles under the pressure. Two. A tall monster standing over them in front of a door, a fraction of a second to parse the horrified expression on her face before she burns them alive. Twelve.
A spear rams through their chest. It feels like eternity. Twenty-seven.
Something swallows them whole. Thirty-three. A bomb goes off, too fast for them to dodge. Forty. A king thrusts his weapon forwards, skewering them on his trident. Forty-five.
A nightmarish thing of plant and flesh and machinary howls with laughter, so large they can't even see it all, with their eyes fixed forward. forty-seven, forty-eight, forty-nine--
A dizzying rainbow of colors, shooting stars and lightning bolts. You try to move your body. Nothing happens. Fifty-three. You try again to move your body.
I'll keep you here, even if I have to kill you 100,000,000 times!
Kidwun, ma'am.
[Holding the fabric in place, they wrap the bandage over the palm of her foot and up her ankle, keeping the bulk of it lower down. It's not the most efficient cover- but it would at least stop her from being injured further.]
Would I be able to request your name, in turn?
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She's been careless here, since it seemed this place had stripped her of most of her abilities anyhow, she hadn't thought to keep a reign on it. But then, she hadn't thought she'd be meeting people who had also died, nor had she thought to meet one who had died so many times.
The flashes of memories are nothing new, the pain is excruciating but manageable; she dies every death like she was there. Burning. Poison. The stuff of nightmares.
Her hands dart out, sudden and swift, to take Chara's face in them, gentle despite her urgency and despite the slight tremor in her palms. Her eyes flash red a moment, her vision swimming as she tries to focus past the linger pain to the child in front of her.
There's a protocol, usually, for this kind of thing. It's not something she would normally be doing without the formal sets of rituals and phrases that are involved, yet it had happened all the same. Belatedly, she murmurs:] I am Kurosawa Ouse, and I have glanced into your soul.
[Her eyelids lower into a soften expression and she takes a breath to steady herself as the pain ebbs away, her voice low.] That is a lot of death for one so small.
1/2
As she looks into their SOUL.]
Do not. [Her hands are slapped away with no small amount of force, child putting distance between them immediately. And for a moment, there is nothing polite in their expression. An unbridled fury burns, carving itself into the wrinkles on the bridge of their nose, the baring of their teeth.
How many times can people rifle through their SOUL like trash before they get the message?]
You are not welcome there.
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Pray tell, Ouse. What did you see?
What did you hear?
[Speaking quickly is the difference between breathing easy, and taking a knife to the chest.]
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It isn't often my power is used on the still living. Forgive me, it was not my intention to pry. [In the face of Chara's cold anger, Ouse is calm as ever eve if their rage reminds her of a certain man. A man and his knife and his fire and the mad slaughter of her sisters, simply because he didn't want his secrets known to anyone.
She folds her hands in her lap.]
I felt every death I saw. The first, you poisoned yourself. [There's something almost--approving? Accepting? Ouse has a strange relationship with suicide.] Another you were set on fire. Eaten. Stabbed. A strange, large monster, both plant and not. If I heard anything, it was your dying sounds. [Alright it's not entirely true, but what she did hear meant little to her.
Ouse tilts her head and then bows it slightly as if in obedience to them.] My role is simply to see and take the pain of death. The rest of it matters little to me.
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That much is a conclusion easy to reach, between both the abilities she has proven to have, and the nature of her form. The brief shift between white adorned maiden, and something darker, yet darker. Still, they stand above her- looking down at her with sharp eyes and a sharper tongue.
And sharper than both of those, their knives.
Their first death. Ha ha.
They can't allow that to distract them now. She speaks of them as a singular entity, from first death described to the last. Perhaps, then, she is unaware...in which case, they'll ensure she never touches Frisk.]
And names?
Did you hear any names?
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And since it wasn't a full name anyhow, she shakes her head.]
I did not.
[She continues to watch Chara calmly; there's no fear, mostly because... Well, she already died, what's once more? Maybe she'll die for good and move on this time. She can remain optimistic.]
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The sounds of a fight echo- not in the distance, but close by. Behind her, another islander runs towards one of the rampaging apes, ready for battle.
It would be so much easier. But there are far too many potential witnesses.]
Make no mistake, ma'am. Should I discover that you were lying, I will ensure you live long enough to regret it.
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She doesn't know Chara or their world, after all. Who would she tell?]
What reason would I even have to lie, I wonder...? There's nothing I need nor want from you where withholding information or trying to blackmail you would get me anything.
[She bows her head in submission again] I exist only to take the pain of death from someone. I have no desire to do anything with what I may see or hear, because to me it does not matter. It's not my place to judge or use the information. Of that you can be sure of, if nothing else.
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[Information is powerful. Information (and the want to keep it private) even more so. It is a bargaining chip to her advantage; something that would ensure their obedience.
It's infuriating.]
Once you have finished bandaging your feet, you are on your own, ma'am. I would suggest you hurry.