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Entry tags:
- final fantasy xv: ardyn izunia,
- final fantasy xv: ignis scientia,
- fragile dreams: ren,
- marble hornets: tim wright,
- mass effect: commander shepard,
- mushi-shi: ginko,
- npc: the storyteller,
- 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,
- ✖ 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,
- ✖ ffxv: noctis lucis caelum,
- ✖ 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: lys skovgaard,
- ✖ osomatsu-san: karamatsu matsuno,
- ✖ overwatch: fareeha "pharah" amari,
- ✖ overwatch: jesse mccree,
- ✖ overwatch: mercy,
- ✖ pacific rim: newton geiszler,
- ✖ pyre: oralech,
- ✖ rwby: jaune arc,
- ✖ shadowrun: gobbet,
- ✖ skyrim: the dragonborn,
- ✖ the adventure zone: lup,
- ✖ the order of the stick: roy greenhilt,
- ✖ undertale: asriel dreemurr,
- ✖ undertale: frisk,
- ✖ undertale: muffet,
- ✖ yuki yuna is a hero: karin myoshi
October Intro: Aftermath Mingle
Who: All!
What: Now that you've all committed monkey genocide, it's time to clean up and go home.
When: Evening of the intro log- and onwards!
Where: The Monkey Compound, Islets, etc.
Warnings: Mark as you go!
Congratulations on effectively reversing the tables, adventurers. As the hunted become the hunters, the remaining simians begin to retreat into the jungle, disappearing from sight as the drumming dies down, before extinguishing entirely.
It appears that you have won.
Now it's time to clean up.
Those still in the Monkey Compound may wish to begin scavenging what they can, from multiple coconut guns to rudimentary spears. There's a flock of Bludroc happy to be herded to a new home, several stashes of fresh fruit to be found... and a rather large iron pot, for the particularly bold.
Others may be more concerned with returning to the islets and securing the personal belongings that were left behind. There are new people to settle in, as well; and undoubtedly, a few injuries yet to be healed.
Reunite, rejoice, recover. And perhaps, should you see the Storyteller about- ask a few questions.
What: Now that you've all committed monkey genocide, it's time to clean up and go home.
When: Evening of the intro log- and onwards!
Where: The Monkey Compound, Islets, etc.
Warnings: Mark as you go!
Congratulations on effectively reversing the tables, adventurers. As the hunted become the hunters, the remaining simians begin to retreat into the jungle, disappearing from sight as the drumming dies down, before extinguishing entirely.
It appears that you have won.
Now it's time to clean up.
Those still in the Monkey Compound may wish to begin scavenging what they can, from multiple coconut guns to rudimentary spears. There's a flock of Bludroc happy to be herded to a new home, several stashes of fresh fruit to be found... and a rather large iron pot, for the particularly bold.
Others may be more concerned with returning to the islets and securing the personal belongings that were left behind. There are new people to settle in, as well; and undoubtedly, a few injuries yet to be healed.
Reunite, rejoice, recover. And perhaps, should you see the Storyteller about- ask a few questions.
Terra | OTA
In the chaos and madness of everything, Terra wasn't particularly careful about her usage of magic. It tired her out quite a bit, and as much as she used, she really just wanted to go back to her not-so-cozy-leaky-but-its-hers home. But she would be foolish to pass up on checking around for anything usable, - she couldn't use spears or guns, knew nothing about raising animals - but fresh fruit was more than welcome. So she nabbed some of the fruit, why not?
As she made her way through the compound though, she kept glancing around, pausing briefly when her gaze fell on the pot. Mmmm.... yeah they need one but ... she wasn't sure Mercy would want to use that one. Considering.... what it was going to be used for anyway. So she instead carried on wearily and warily until she left the formerly hostile territory which was now a site of lots and lots of monkey murderin'. Hopefully the monkeys learned their lesson and didn't all just run off to lick their wounds and plan Revenge the Revengening.
In any case, she was scanning her surroundings for new and old faces, curiously, while being wary for potential straggler monkeys. She has some fruit though! Who's hungry, come and give her big eyes and she'll share the fruit.
B) ack on the Islets!
She was fairly tired after making her way back from the monkey compound to the mana pool, so after a short rest there, she finally reached her own shack. After checking around inside to make sure nothing was missing (it was a short check. She didn't have much.) she dropped her swiped fruit off inside and made her way out to sit outside the shack, half dozing, and half..watching. Feel free to stop by and pay her a visit now that the craziness has passed!
C) ould you want a different prompt? Hit me up!
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... But, boy, her stomach was growling quite a bit, and the fruit looked so tempting... but she still lingered a little distance away, looking more than sort of lost.
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Chip Araboa | OTA
[But how are they going to get home?]
[Keeping a tight grip on the straps to their backpack, Chip wanders around the camp in a fog of confusion, not quite willing to get close to anyone but also not really wanting to wander off into the forest on their own. A backpack full of school supplies and a bag lunch isn't going to help them survive out in the wilderness, let alone whatever else the fae might cook up.]
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Asriel's feeling pretty worn out from all the magic he used just getting away from the monkeys. The people he has met have all been nice, though. He's sure he can find his way. He's sure he'll get by.
But there are still a lot of people hanging out at the compound. Not ready to brave the wilderness, or hoping to scavenge some more useful things. Maybe... maybe it won't be so bad to just... prepare a bit. See if he can be useful to someone who's just as scared and lost as he is.
He adjusts the unfamiliar weight of his backpack, slipping back into the compound as quietly as he can.]
Oh!
[And he's definitely not alone. There's - there's a kid here! Like Clementine and him! How many children has this place taken? The surface... it can be a really cruel, scary place. To just be yanked from their homes and dropped off in the middle of this... for someone who has a home to belong to, that must be awfully intimidating.
So he shuffles his feet, calls out. Raises a hand shyly.]
You've escaped too, haven't you?
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Tataru | OTA, all islet-based
[Once she reaches the islets, it isn't long before she flops dramatically against the nearest tree. It has been quite the stressful day, and not the kind of stress she's used to. Not to mention this spot gives her a decent vantage point for anybody else coming out of the mana pool.]
Thank goodness, it's finally over. [And if anybody happens to glance over...] Just catching my breath a moment.
B. Lay of the Land
[She is actually pretty tired, but knows better than to give into the desire to rest just yet. She'd had a whirlwind introduction here, but it really hadn't given her much time to fully learn about where she was. Not in the detail she wanted.
So you might notice her poking around the houses. And if you don't find that curious enough to approach her, she'll be happy to approach you, as soon as she notices.]
Excuse me. Are there any sort of amenities here, besides the houses?
[It may seem like a spoiled sort of question, to expect anything in the way of nice things here, but it's actually quite calculated. The more she learns about this place, the more she undertands what it has and what it needs, the easier she'll be able to adapt. And make sure she's in a place to fill those needs. If nothing else, she doesn't want to be at a total disadvantage here.]
C. Preparation
[Once she's gotten a more decent picture of what's available, she finds a nice visible spot to park herself - ideally somewhere with some kind of light source - before setting her new pack down and beginning to dig through it. Before long she has much of her supplies spread around her, while she checks to see how they fared against the day's adventures.
What's interesting to note is among her supplies, there's a great variety of raw textiles around her - spools of yarn and thread of at least three varieties, a hoop and needle made of an odd almost teal metal, a small pile of purple and green shards (who can sense magic might realize they're not ordinary minerals), even a mahogany spinning wheel that's small enough to suit Tataru perfectly.
She's definitely keeping an eye out on passers by, and if anybody ends up taking more than a passing interest, she'll wave them over cheerfully enough.]
Good evening. Just checking to make sure everything's in order. I only just got here today.
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In that case, you're handlin' it really well!
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B. Lay of the Land (Or: Tataru Discoveres a Sleepy Iggy)
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Severs | OTA | will match formats!
Seems things have cooled down a bit. Monkeys, it turns out, aren't that known for their organized and effective military formations. Bunch of ragtag captives seem to have driven them off! (...For now? Probably only for now.)
With that in mind... Severs loops back around to the compound. She doubts there's a fletcher in town around here, after all, so it'll pay to see if any of her arrows can be recovered and reused. Might as well check if there's anything else she can shamelessly loot, too. Maybe investigate those treehouses. Constructing with mud and wood was common practice back home in Black Marsh, but it's been a long time since she's seen anything like that.
She doesn't really go out of her way to disguise her intentions in the least, either. If you're scoping the compound out, you might catch her popping her head out of one of the many arboreal nests there and yelling down to you.
"Hey, dryskin! Lemme know if you find any arrows in any corpses down there! I'm certain I'm three short!"
[B - Wilderness]
[My dudes, it's a bit of a hike to a mana pool. Especially if you don't actually know where in Oblivion you actually are. She's chowing down on a piece of fruit she'd looted from one of the treehouses as she hoofs it - more like someone's watch-duty snack stash than a proper larder, but better than starving. Every now and then, though, she'll stop to look around at her surroundings, looking more and more uncertain.
She's downright relieved, then, when she stumbles onto another living soul out here.]
You there! You heading to a, uh... to one of those fancy pools? To wherever everyone's crashing? I'm thinking I'm a bit off-course here.
[C - wildcard]
[Any excuse to chill with Crime Lizard goes here!]
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But, maybe if she helps the monster, it won't eat her? ]
I'm actually a little bit off-track myself, I think. Normally Rito have a great sense of direction, but something threw it off when I woke up. Maybe it's because, well I haven't actually... left Dragon Roost before. Sorry.
Give me a moment, let me think...
[ Medli concentrates. The wind is coming from the east, which means... more ocean that way, she thinks. She'd been told that the mana pool, whatever that was, was at the center of the island by the "temple ruins". What kind of temple, she wondered... Never mind that! If the ocean was in the east, then... ]
West of here! Which is... [ She points accordingly. ] that way! I'm pretty sure of it!
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Mercy | OTA + Closed
[The war, it seemed, was finally over. Mercy sat beside the mana pool in the Storyteller's ruins with her open apothecary chest and staff, focusing intently on a book. She was trying to make sure that everything she had with her would be enough to heal the wounded. Antiseptic? Check. Bandages? Check-ish. Painkiller? Check.]
[Whether she's called you over to treat obvious wounds or you've come to her for aide, Mercy is on call today.]
Welcome to the Jungle - Closed to Pharah
[After making sure she's tended to as much as she can, Mercy heads back to the islets. It's been a long day and she wants to rest, but there's still something that needs to be resolved: Fareeha Amari and Jesse McCree. She never expected to find anyone she knew way out here. Hell, she never expected to find herself here either. This island seemed to exist outside of time and space - or perhaps in its own unique space. It's own dangerous, under-supplied, space with talking rabbits and teleportation water.]
[Passing through the mana pool to islet 5, Mercy runs into Pharah standing by the water's edge. She's so grown up now...the last time the spoke, Pharah was still a kid. Now she carried herself like a soldier. Like her mother. She offers a tired smile to her friend.]
Fareeha. We didn't get a chance to talk much earlier. How are you doing? Are you wounded?
Holla Holla
But be that as it may, she follows instructions to a T--and finds herself on Islet 5. It's there that she wait for her companions, taking a rest next to the pool. When Mercy arrives, Pharah is inspecting the sigil that had been mysteriously engraved in her suit, helmet resting on the ground beside her. She returns Mercy's smile with a warm one of her own.]
I'm well. They make these suits to withstand Omnics. A couple of monkeys aren't going to put a dent in them. [Her attention fixes a little more noticeably on Mercy, though.] How about you, Angela? You look tired.
Michi Dolla?
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Gobbet | OTA | Will Match Formats
Ramshackle stone huts were not Gobbet's style. Which was saying something, considering most of her life had been spent on rafts made of booby-trapped shipping containers and abandoned ships parked in Heoi. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate the Storyteller's attempt to give them a little coverage, it was just that she didn't want to sleep on a dirt floor surrounded by strangers on an island where the only escape route was a rickety ass bridge and a pool of magical water.
So instead, she takes to the monkey's previous compound. The tree nests are in pretty gnarly shape, but they look really cool and offer both isolation and basic protection from the elements. Gobbet will be spending the next couple of weeks returning to the compound every day to tighten up the weave on one of the nests, build a fence around the base of the tree, and reinforce everything with salvaged rope. She works through the heat, wind, and rain, stopping only to eat and return to the islets where she's made her temporary home.
Whether you're busy scavenging for your own purposes, want to offer your assitance, or are trying to take some of that precious rope she needs for her work, Gobbet wouldn't mind some company.
B - Break Time! - 10/03-10/17
[The mana pool was quite a hike from the compound, but it was a necessary evil. Gobbet had been practicing her spells at night, getting used to how weak they felt and learning her new limits, and that meant recharging every morning in the ruins on her way to work.]
[You can find her munching on fruit, lazily sprawled out beside the mana pool and watching the comings and goings of the ruins. Will you approach her?]
C - Wildcard - Anytime, Anywhere
[Want another prompt? PM me! Have your own idea? Reply here!]
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Hello! Everythin' okay over here? We've, uh... had kind of a big day on our hands.
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Ardyn Izunia | ota | will match formats
[Exhaustion was nothing new to Ardyn, but this was annoyingly different. He'd hardly done more than a couple Fire spells and some use of the one thing he could find in the Armiger, and yet he felt dead on his feet. (More than usual.)]
[The sword he held vanished into thin air in a scattering of white crystal shards that flickered and disappeared like a trick of the light, Ardyn himself sighing and brushing some dust and ash off his black coat. At least the sun wasn't as much of an annoyance now; a small mercy at the end of a very trying day.]
[Well, enough of that. Time to start making his way back while the others did whatever they would around here. It wasn't about to be his problem if the enemy returned with reinforcements.]
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[Later on, Ardyn could be found in a half-livable shack on islet four that had been cleaned up and repaired to the bare minimum of something that could be called 'shelter'. It didn't seem like he needed much, sitting on the ground just inside with his back to a wall and a slightly large speckled egg beside him in in what looked oddly like a nest.]
[Annoyingly, he found he was very much awake despite how tired he felt. So if anyone passed by, they might take note of the small flickering of a tiny flame inside made with what little energy he had left, either to guard against the dark or present the appearance of doing so.]
this is going to be just fine
She doesn't feel anything like the Shinju-sama here and she knows for a fact this man is entirely too old to have been chosen by the Taisha. But still. It's familiar enough that she can't stop herself approaching anyway. ]
Um-- excuse me? [ so many strangers today. she's a bit out of her depth but she's doing her best to sound at least a little sure of herself. ] That sword, how'd you...?
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Ouse | OTA | will match formatting and all
[You know what sucks? Walking this fucking much. Oh it's not like Ouse isn't used to such things--she lived on a mountain, after all, and hiking up and down and all around it was nothing new. She had the strength and the stamina for it all.
The problem was still the lack of shoes which, eventually meant there is a path of quite bloody footprints that follow after her.
For her part, there's no registration of pain on Ouse's face, or of what can be seen of it around her hood. She's stoically bearing it but uh, maybe you should stop that.]
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[At some point, at least, Ouse's gone and gotten changed into the only spare clothing she has with her, her hair pulled up out of her face. The headdress and veil are tucked into the knapsack still and she's moving around much easier and quicker now, but still with that same unconscious grace as before.
She moves around looking--Well, lost. She's clearly new and is just looking at the various shelters with open confusion and uncertainty.]
This is... What happened to this place, I wonder? [There were clearly the remains of some kind of civilization and she supposes these areas are supposed to be their shelter, limiting though they may be. And it isn't as though sharing a space was new to her, nor would cramped spaces although that was for less-than-nice reasons.
She purses her lips, looking faintly sardonic at her own in-joke, and then resumes looking around, not sure if there's a place she's supposed to go or if she's just to pick a spot and hope for the best. She can probably be found poking her head curiously into cottages or shacks to see if they're occupied or not]
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[ Medli is similarly perusing the run-down shelters, and looks up at Ouse with curiousity. ]
It doesn't look like anyone's lived here until recently, don't you think?
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Lunafreya Nox Fleuret | OTA | Will match format
[Lunafreya is tired.
It's been a long, long, long long day even before materializing in the middle of a monkey battle. Though she hasn't used her healing magic on that many people, she feels worn through, and she's been on her feet for far too long. Her dress is still a stained, ragged mess, bloodied at the side, and her unshod soles are scratched and dirty.
The fighting is done now, though. She can rest.
She takes a seat on the ground just outside the temple's entrance, so that people might still find her if they seek aid--or if they seek her. Sighing, she leans back against the wall and lets the aches of the day sink in. Her trident's propped up beside her, none the worse for wear, as it has been for centuries and always will be.]
I do wish Umbra and Pryna were here...
[Isl... Nope, She's Still at the Temple]
[Lunafreya Nox Fleuret, former princess of Tenebrae, blood of the Oracle, guide to the Chosen King and calmer of gods, has fallen the fuck asleep against the temple wall, breathing softly and defenseless.
So graceful.]
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Ginko | OTA, at the compound
He’s tucked himself into a corner of the compound, taking advantage of what shade he can get, to do whatever he can about his injuries. He’s not too bad off, but he’s definitely picked up a few bites and bruises. He swears under his breath as he tears a strip of fabric from his already-tattered pants, and sets about tying the makeshift bandage around a nastier bite on his forearm.
(( hmu over pm, on discord, or at
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Tim hunkers down across Ginko without much invitation, his jug of rubbing alcohol sloshing thickly as he unstoppers it, indicating the cuts and scrapes with a nod of his chin.
"This should clean 'em off."
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Cole | OTA
( a - compound )
[It seems a lot of people are staying here to scavenge, to gather what might still be of use to them. None of it interests Cole directly, but indirectly is a different story. But even that much can wait.
Rather than worry about taking anything himself, he'll suddenly appear behind anyone else currently working on... anything, really. Trying to gather supplies, carry things out of here, whatever.]
Can I help?
( b - wherever )
[Be it still at the compound, or later at the islets, odds are people will start getting hungry. Are you? Maybe it's obvious by looking at you that you are. Maybe it's possible for a mindreader to tell, if your mind isn't closed off from that.
Whatever the case, if you don't have any food, prepare to have this boy next to you, holding some fruit out to you.]
( c - islets )
[Have you met Cole? Maybe you have, maybe you haven't. But you'll spot him easily enough. The hat stands out a lot. The fact that he's keeping to himself, not standing by anyone, yet trying to still be close enough to people? That's also rather noticeable.
And if you're noticing him, perhaps approaching him, he'll suddenly turn to look at you and suddenly back away very nervously.
Odd to be so startled by... really, nothing at all. But Cole definitely seems perturbed by something.]
You... saw me.
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He'd forgotten a lot of things, ha ha.
He looks up in alarm at the adult approaching him, ready to scrabble backwards and make a run for it. Instead of stern words or weapons, though, this stranger... has fruit. Asriel looks at it clear, wide-eyed surprise, stuck in bewildered silence for a moment.]
Um... is that for me?
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Asriel | OTA | will match formats
It took a while to get here, but now that he's arrived, he...
...Doesn't know what to do. Doesn't have any idea where to go. The last time he went to a human settlement, it... well, it was pretty clear that he was an unwelcome intruder. Now, he feels just as out of place. What is he supposed to do now? Just barge into these roofless, broken-down houses on the small off-chance one of them isn't already claimed?
His backpack feels heavy. His eyes are red and achy from all the crying he did. All the magic he used getting away from the monkeys has him feeling positively exhausted. If he takes the axe out, though, maybe the bag will make an okay pillow. Maybe he can just find a place that's sort of near a mana pool, but out of everyone else's way, and just... rest for a bit. Until he figures out what to do next.
It's better than just standing here, anyway. Doesn't he have anything better to do?
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[Or just toss out any other scenario you'd prefer!]
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But he's not so tired that he won't recognize the kid standing in front of him. He'd recognize him anywhere. Call it a side effect - a little remnant of what happens when you get a good long look at someone else's soul and realize that you are so far beyond the realm of beginning to comprehend everything their world is and will be.
Tim stops dead. Maybe he's not the kind of person Asriel wants to be attracting attention from, but he has it, like it or not. Smoke-stained skin, red-streaked clothes, battered and bruised and unshaven with an axe dangling limply from one hand, the human blinks at the boss monster for a long moment, wholly uncomprehending.
"Holy sh - " Goddamn. Not in front of a kid. "Asriel?"
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Max | OTA
[Everyone having a nice day? Calming down from all the monkey business, settling in? Because right over here is someone who is... not really a ray of sunshine.
Because this sucks. Camp sucked, yeah, but you know what, at least it was a kind of suckiness he'd gotten used to. And for fuck's sake, there he at least had Neil and Nikki to have his back. So maybe he feels a little bit lost.
Maybe.
You can't prove a goddamned thing.
In any case, he's sitting on the ground. His resting expression right now a pissed off glare. And he's idly using a stick to draw in the dirt? What's he drawing? One drawing seems to be some sketchy looking platypus. And the other... Hm. It looks like... uh... whatever the hell this is supposed to be? It sure is a... shape.]
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[Some people probably scavenged food themselves. Others might have asked others for help. Those people are what Max calls suckers. You know what's way easier?
Finding the food supplies of other people and taking what you need from there.
Either you're catching him in the act, stuffing a piece of fruit recently taken from the compound into his knapsack, or maybe you're seeing him juuuust afterwards, very deliberately keeping his knapsack out of sight as you're watching him. Or definitely not keeping anything stuffed into his hoodie's pockets.]
What? The hell are you looking at?
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[or hit me up with whatever my dude it's all cool]
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[He squints at the scribbles in the dirt. He's not as bad off as he was, and he's at least put the axe away, but there might be something unsettling in just how bedraggled and soot-stained he is.]
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ichimatsu matsuno // ota
ii. islets
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The moment she spots a familiar purple clad cat, she's glad she opted to wander away from her protectors. Although it troubles her to see his disheveled appearance and that he's in this compound to begin with, she takes solace in the fact he's alive. Cats really are the best and his continued presence here means the area is safer than she initially thought. If it were dangerous, he would be gone, right?]
There's Murasaki. There's a good boy. I found you.
[He's even playing with a toy. Look at him, batting that weird thing back and forth. A+ technique. ]
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Luna | OTA | Will match formats! C:
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[Not everyone's had such a good day, and Mickey's been trying to find all of his friends and make sure they're all right. So he slows down as he sees her and Lycanroc, relieved.]
Luna, are you two okay?
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The Storyteller (NPC) | OTA
[But, at the moment, it is not their focus. There are other matters. People matters. Triumphant as their beneficiaries have been, they have not escaped this trial unscathed. It was their first, but it will not be their last. Such are how stories begin and end.]
[Among the carnage and spilled blood, there is one final ape. Snow-white, clutching a weathered tome in their broad, gray hand as they lope across the landscape, with naught but a pair of antlers jutting like twigs from their crown to separate them from what appears to be their fallen ilk. The Storyteller can be found anywhere, everywhere, at any time -- within the compound, moving like a snow-drift through the jungle trees, a smear of cloudlike white across the bright blue backdrop of sky that warms the islets.]
[In one's dreams, if it is the only place they dare to feel safe.]
[Perhaps they have no intention to stop, and will do so only if hailed. Perhaps they are the one to snap their gaze to you, with bright, round eyes set like red berries in their pinkish face. When you have their attention, they will sit, and their tome will rest on their gleaming-white legs.]
[If you give them that chance, of course.]
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[It wasn't the first time he'd seen a god take a different form, and he could venture a damn good guess as to who this was. Spending time in the company of the divine tended to at least give one a good idea of how they carried themselves.]
[Ardyn glanced from the tome to the Storyteller themselves, eyes sharp and the faint smile ever present on his face.]
If it's input you seek, then I find your precious island in need of renovation.
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Kanaya | ota
[Hey. Kanaya's not above a little looting. It's not like the monkeys are going to be using this stuff any time soon, and besides -- they were going to eat her, given the chance. She's due for some compensation, she'd say.
Food is a priority. She also snags herself one of the spears. After all this, she'd feel a lot better with a weapon of some kind in her hands. She has no experience with riflekind specibuses, let alone those of a coconut persuasion, though she does pick one up and look down its sights out of curiosity. Just how does this thing fire, anyway?
She looks out over the remains of the compound, leaning heavily on her spear, with a bag of fruit slung over her shoulders. This is nice, but...]
I don't suppose you've seen anything that looks remotely like a sewing kit around, have you?
[It would be nice to have something productive to do.]
Returning to the Islets
[Well. She's here now, whatever "here" is supposed to be.
Kanaya stares out over the small islands, taking in the little cottages and homes. While this isn't her first time getting abruptly whisked away to a new world, it's her first being whisked away to a place without any of her friends from home. No Karkat to holler and fuss over her, no Dave to rap at her, no Rose to talk to her... it's too quiet.
With a tired sigh, she wanders into an empty shack and tentatively sets her things down. Nobody's come out and yelled at her for intruding, so she guesses this is hers now? Maybe?? Time to tidy this place up and make it official.
Come greet the new neighbor?]
Mana Pool
[After finding a place to settle, she figures it's probably time to check out these mana pools the Storyteller told her about. She'd hate to need to feed on anyone here.
She finds herself a nice, secluded space under a nearby tree and pulls down the collar of her shirt and tries to get a look at the sigil the Storykeeper said they put on her back.
Could it be true? Will it really be able to suppress her need to feed on humans? She already feels quite refreshed just lounging by the pool, but she can't tell if that's from it's inherently magical nature or because she's not running for her life from a bunch of carnivorous animals.
Oh, well. For now it's time to rest up and give herself a moment to just breathe. It's been a long day.]
Compound
[As she weaves in and out of the nests, both ground level and tree-bound, she hears a variety of voices that she doesn't recognize. But Kanaya's stands out as familiar in a "heard-it-in-a-dream" kind of way. Vague memories of bug-dogs and multi-limbed women with wings. She sticks her head out of the nest she's climbed into curiously. Yeah, thats the one from her dream alright.]
Oh, hey. Long time, no see, huh?
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Will this work?
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mira | ota | will match format/tense! c:
[ First on her to-do list (which is very small, granted): find a mana pool. She's dead tired, and she runs the risk of passing out or worse if she uses any more magic. Here, especially, that's a dangerous position to be in. Mira isn't sure if every day is usually so exciting, but she is aware of the fact that she's experiencing an exhaustion she's never experienced before after using magic.
So. She sits at the edge of a mana pool and takes in a deep breath. It's also a very good place to collect her thoughts. ]
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[ Second and final: find a place to stay.
There are plenty of islets to choose from, but she looks a little unsure. She doesn't particularly want to live alone, considering she really doesn't like to be alone. But she's having a hard time deciding, which results in her just sort of wandering around. ]
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brian thomas | ota
[His leg is still totally messed up, and Brian alternates between limping and dragging his leg everywhere he goes. It's slow going, but he's learned better than to waste any possible resources. He'll be taking one of those gun and all the fruit he can carry in his knapsack, thank you very much. The black mask tugged down over his face and emblazoned with a big red sad face makes him a somewhat odd looking figure.]
[b. temple]
[He didn't realize just how incredibly thirsty he was until he arrived and spotted the spring. Brian can be found gulping handfuls of it down, and digging through his knapsack to see if there's anything he can use as a makeshift bottle. Maybe there's a pill bottle in the first aid kit?
Mere moments later, he can also be found sinking slowly down onto the stairs and tugging his mask up over his face, looking somewhat shaken.
Pill bottles. Fuck. He doesn't have any meds.]
Re: brian thomas | ota
And .. well Brian has kind of a weird appearance, with the mask, that has a -sad face- on it. What and WHY. So .. yeah he's gonna be stared at for a second, before Terra starts to approach. ]
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lys skovgaard | ota
C'mon, you guys! It's time to find you a better home. [Lys pauses to nibble on a piece of fruit swiped from one of the stashes, mulling over the taste and texture as she patiently herds a wayward Bludroc back into line.] With a fence and a roof and everything, so you can lay some eggs in peace. I bet they taste delicious, huh? Especially over toast, with butter and salt.
[To say nothing of poultry that's been plucked, seasoned and roasted over a slow flame. That's how she....how her family and neighbors used to prepare chickens back on the farmstead. But those aren't memories to dwell on, not even for a moment, so Lys keeps right on talking to her tiny flock.]
And your feathers are so pretty, too! Would you mind if I stuffed a few pillows with 'em?
RETURNING TO THE ISLETS
She's found shelter, if of a lackluster sort, and that was good. She has supplies too, however meager, plus some hope of finding even more. That was also good! And most importantly — Lys has her ring, something sharp, and the simple truth that she isn't the only castaway here.
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The next little while showcases Lys getting to work on building an incredibly patchwork excuse of a fence for her handful of Bludrocs. Like, even at a glance, there's no way it's going to keep anything out or in that's determined to go that way. The kindest thing you could say about the fuckin' thing is that it does a good job of declaring boundaries and marking territory.]
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scavenging
[Hm.]
[They'd wanted to leave, right away. Go straight back to their shack and try not to quantify their gains in EXP and LV. But they glance over and see one of the Bludrocs straying, and the fact that there's still a twist of fondness for the stranger and her new flock says a hell of a lot more than anything they'd be able to convince themself of.]
[Frisk abandons tying their hair back up into a bun in favor of hurrying after the Bludroc, scooping it briskly into their arms. It lets out an indignant squawk, and Frisk tries to mollify it by stroking its feathers as they bring it over to the girl.]
[Once they get to her, they hold it out wordlessly, with all the ceremony of a ring-bearer. A few rainbow-colored feathers have stuck themselves to the child's wet sleeves.]
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Kid | OTA
Kid's goal is mostly salvage. Everyone's been rescued already--Kid got there too late to do more than some clean-up with any monkeys who still wanted a fight. At this point, the last of the monkeys have fled. So now it's time to take whatever they've left behind.
He starts with the cages. It's more of a symbolic thing--he doesn't like the idea of people being caged, nor does he like the idea of leaving them for someone to use again. The wood is salvageable, so he starts pulling them apart and leaving the poles in good piles for him to carry away later. There's some assorted items in the cages, people's belongings mostly, probably left behind during a hurried escape. These he also moves into piles, hoping he can return everything to their rightful owners.
If anyone comes across him, he'll pause in his work to ask if they're alright. Then he'll point at the item pile.
"Any this stuff yers?"
II. Beach
There's still some junk and dead monkey bodies down in the sand from the battle earlier. Kid is exhausted by now, but he sets to work doing what he can, whether it's piling bodies for burning or tracking down any stray weapons, or anyone still injured. He's acquired a broken coconut gun at this point, hoping to fix it, or maybe modify it.
He stops and steps back after dragging one last monkey body onto a pile.
"...Prob'ly best t'just burn 'em, yeah? Wouldn' be right t'try eatin' em. They were sorta like people."
III. Islets
By the time Kid is back on the Islets, he feels more tired than he has in a real long time. But there's still so much work to do. There's supplies to be transferred to the Islets, but more importantly, there's a lot of people he wants to make sure are safe. So many people must have gotten injured. Kid has a small stash of clean strips of fabric he's been saving for bandages, so now he heads around toward anyone who looks like they might be a healer, or anyone who looks like they might be injured.
"Got spares. Y'need 'em?"
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Hinata Hajime | OTA
[Just like that, it's over. He'd heard it had been started with a battle. But the death and destruction... Hinata closes his eyes. Inside the cage he'd probably looked like a teenager. But standing amid the wreckage he looks like the adult he truly is.]
...is it always going to come down to that choice? Death or survival?
[Maybe he can find some answers here. It wouldn't be a good idea to stay too long but he can't go without uncovering something. He shakes his head and sets off to see if anything can tell him more about the monkeys that had captured them.]
At least...it would be good to understand what they were like. That's the least I can do.
II. Return to the islets
[Upon his return in the evening, the first thing Hinata does is walk around the side of his cottage and retrieve his hatchet. If there's any damage to the wreckage of a building he calls home, having the tool could help. The roof looks the same as he'd seen it last. He still does a parameter check.
Satisfied, he uses some of the rubbing alcohol in the jug he'd gotten when he arrived and wood to build a fire. His wounded hand aches by the time he's gotten it going. Holding a rock and striking it against another for a while didn't do it any favors. He glances up whenever someone approaches and motions to the other side of the fire.]
If you want to sit and get warm for a while. Go ahead. I'm going to be up for a little while.
Wild Card
[Toss whatever you would like at me. He's likely to wander by himself while he processes what happened.]
Compound, DR spoilers galore.
"And though it looks like there's a lot of potentially useful things, it doesn't really feel worth it, does it..." he paused a moment looking at Hinata carefully, deeply, like looking into him. "Kamakura Izuru?"
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Shepard | OTA!
[She's been scrounging around for awhile, collecting anything she can from the now abandoned battlefield, but she is definitely a bit injured. As great of a soldier she is, without the use of her armor she was still vulnerable to some attacks and while her injuries are not great, they still sting.
She ignores most of it however, grunting every now and then in pain as she gathers fruit and other materials that could help in making this island livable. Perhaps you want to help her out in her gathering or maybe you've got something that can help heal those pesky wounds. Either way she'll be happy for help.]
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[It's been a long day. Night? Time is honestly meaningless at this point. But she's managed to drag herself to what she considers "home" to make sure that her things are still in order. Of course, what little possessions she has seemed to have been thrown around in a fit of monkey rage and she rolls her eyes and gets to fixing them. When that's done she walks through the Islets, once more checking on people and making sure that everyone is ok. And that there are no monkey's hiding out waiting to cause trouble.]
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Here, I can carry some stuff too.
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