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Entry tags:
- dear evan hansen: connor murphy,
- 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,
- pokemon sun & moon: guzma,
- pokemon sun & moon: luna,
- undertale: chara dreemurr,
- ✖ captive prince: laurent,
- ✖ castlevania: soma cruz,
- ✖ corpse party: sachiko shinozaki,
- ✖ 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: noctis lucis caelum,
- ✖ fire emblem fates: keaton,
- ✖ fragile dreams: crow,
- ✖ fullmetal alchemist: edward elric,
- ✖ marble hornets: brian thomas,
- ✖ marvel 616: wade wilson,
- ✖ off: the batter,
- ✖ okami: amaterasu,
- ✖ overwatch: jesse mccree,
- ✖ overwatch: mercy,
- ✖ persona 5: goro akechi,
- ✖ rwby: jaune arc,
- ✖ shadowrun: gobbet,
- ✖ skyrim: the dragonborn,
- ✖ soul eater: maka albarn,
- ✖ tales of the abyss: asch the bloody,
- ✖ the order of the stick: roy greenhilt,
- ✖ undertale: muffet,
- ✖ world of warcraft: maridian,
- ✖ world of warcraft: thereth,
- ✖ yuki yuna is a hero: karin myoshi
November Intro: Red Sun Rises Like an Early Warning
INTRO LOG: NOVEMBER
Who: Everyone!
What: New souls arrive to the archipelago of LifeAftr
When: November 3rd and beyond
Where: Ensō
Warnings: Mark as needed!
What: New souls arrive to the archipelago of LifeAftr
When: November 3rd and beyond
Where: Ensō
Warnings: Mark as needed!
The New Arrivals: Hold My Hand
When you wake, it will be to the lapping of waves, frothed with foam...pulling at your hair, your skin, your clothing. The sand is soft and wet beneath you, but it's several inches submerged. And the longer you stay here, the more obvious it will be that the water level of the ocean ringing this strip of island has begun to to rise, and not merely because the tide has started to come in.
And what's more? You can tell that something else about this entire situation is horribly, horribly wrong.
Perhaps you've lost some special power. Perhaps some piece of your memory is freshly and disconcertingly blank. Perhaps you've just discovered that one of your senses is missing, or that you've been rendered unable to speak, or you've been struck by a debilitating fatigue. Not only are you stranded in some unfamiliar place, stuck on a rapidly flooding beach, but you aren't even doing it in full possession of all your faculties.
For those who agreed to put themselves at a disadvantage for a stranger, these are your consequences. If you're unclear as to the handicap your character has been assigned, if any, please check your initial acceptance notice!
All new arrivals will additionally awake with knapsacks, their names stitched to the front. The contents of said knapsacks can also be found in your acceptance notices!
For All: It's a Long Way Down
The water isn't a problem for the newest arrivals, either. It seems that the waters all over Ensō have started to rise, slowly at first, and then with a steadily increasing rate. At first, you might be forgiven for assuming the tide must simply be unusually high, or maybe that the island's begun to sink. But the longer it endures, the more obvious it becomes that neither is the case.
The water has begun to rise. Something is wrong with the island itself, or the being living on it, and now there is nothing preventing the water's inexorable approach as it steadily washes over and over the mainland. In fact, if you listen closely, you might even be able to hear a peculiar sound tearing over the cold rush of the coastal wind; something akin to a desolate wailing.
Either get to high ground - and quickly - or find out what's causing this. But either way, we suggest you hurry...because there are a great deal of newly arrived, very disoriented folk on the beach that could really, really use your help.
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.
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 )
goro akechi | persona 5 | december spoils ahoy
hold my hand
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Um.... hello?
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One more worry to have when he's already tired and willing to put his face down against the ground and not think. Hinata pushes his way through the trees, axe propped up on one shoulder when he stumbles across a stranger with a gun.
He halts in place, too tired to feel anything more than resigned. He holds up his left hand.]
New?
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... And is ignored. Huh. Weird. Didn't this guy hear him? He tries again, scooting out further along the branch - still nothing. What's with this guy? He scoots further -
and that's when the branch breaks, and down he goes, falling in a spot right in front of Akechi.
The dude's seen a walking/talking cat, so a mouse with the same deal should be fine, right?]
Oof!
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Karin's... doing her best today, let's say. There's not a whole lot she can do to fight the ocean (not that she hasn't considered trying) so she figures the best way for her to help is to get as many of these newcomers off the island as possible before someone ends up drowning like an idiot. ]
Hey-- hey!
[ She's loud but it's probably still a good job that she goes darting in front of him, hands held up to keep him from going any further ]
Hold up, just-- you're new, right?
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Still, she supposes she should help. It's only polite, right? The people had helped her when she first arrived, so it was only right to return the favor.
It's on her way to do just this that she runs into Akechi--not literally, but possibly close, and she stops short with a look of alarm. She probably looks like she stepped out of some kind of period drama or something, though the headdress and veil are missing this time around.]
Ah... [She looks behind him, noting he's come from the direction of the beach and he's got the knapsack] Are you... a new arrival?
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near but not ON the beach, probably
And he's easy to see, with that bright red hair - you'd have to spend a truly ridiculous amount of money on dye to get it that color and length, wouldn't you?
Still, for all that the new arrival is only about the same age, Asch keeps a hand on the sword at his side - there's a second one, identical, hung in the straps of his knapsack. A little suspicion never hurt anyone...
Especially not when that person looks concerningly like a younger Jade Curtiss, aside from the outfit. Not that Asch can clearly remember who that is, but the combination of red eyes and that brown hair puts him on guard for some reason.]
Need something?
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He finds himself near people, his path leading him to them without thinking.
Except...
Except something feels different.
No, that's not right, they're all different, no one here seems really right. But more different. He has to listen carefully to understand the problem and that's how he finds himself suddenly right near Akechi, staring right at him.
And then suddenly he realizes what's off.]
There's... more than one of you.
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cw: literally this is suicidal thoughts central
oh woah we're /squints at smudged writing on hand lemming on a stair
[Tim is saying it now: island living does not agree with him. It very steadfastly does not fucking agree with him, and the fact that there are dark blots of new arrivals peppering the beaches of the mainland means that island living is about to not agree with any of them either. The waves are pulling far too closely against the sands. There's a low ululation that he can't or won't put a name to - that he doesn't want to think about just now.]
[Hitching the strap of his knapsack a little more securely over his shoulder, Tim pauses only to yank his shoes and socks off and cram both into one of the thing's many pockets. His belongings are gonna stink like hell, but that's a problem for a future him with fewer worries. Cuffing his jeans before plunging into the drag of water across the sand means that he shivers as he half-skids down the incline of rock that leads him to the beach, hissing in between his teeth when the chill of the water laps against his shins. He sloshes through it regardless, picking his way to the first dark stripe of a body lying across the sands, long hair a salt-matted tangle fanning out in the slowly rising tide.]
[Asleep, maybe? Unconscious? Already dead?]
[He kneels swiftly, ignoring the way the water dampens the edges of his shirt and jeans and leaves them clinging to his skin, and nudges the guy cautiously with the tip of one foot.]
Hey. Hey, you awake in there?
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woah, lemon and a pear
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[It may take a bit longer on the islets, but it still does break eventually what's going on. And... actually in some ways, it's beginning to feel familiar. It was always something back with the Scions too. And the situation isn't quite as dire as it felt back in the caves.
In fact, Tataru seems to have something quite in mind, calling out to those who seem to be heading to the mana pools.]
I know there's probably plenty of you rushing out to go help those on Ensō, but for those of you staying behind, we should be thinking about when they get here, especially the newcomers.
I have some fabric that can probably be used as blankets, but if we can have fires going, and hot food as well, along with help for any who are hurt, that would go a long way, I'm sure.
[It's not like she's helped several hundred refugees get settled into a new home or something... oh wait. True their supplies aren't quite as prolific as they were at Revenant's Toll, but neither are the displaced people likely to be as numerous as the Domans.]
B. A Better Welcome
[By the time some people - new or old or anywhere in between - start making it back to the islets, they'll at least have fires near each of the mana pools.
It might take a little time, but if you're looking particularly unfamiliar, sodden, miserable, or any combination of the above, you'll probably end up approached by a a child-sized... not human with a square of undyed fabric draped over one arm like a towel.]
Looks like you've had a rough time of it. Did you just arrive?
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Those are good ideas, pal. I guess at this point if we haven't found a way to make people stop comin', they'll just keep comin' anyway.
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b at last, b at last
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sachiko shinozaki / corpse party
[ This child on the beach doesn’t seem to be moving, even after most people have gotten up.
Her dress is a mottled red and white, and with each roll of the tide, it takes shades of red and orange away, as if the red, rot-smelling ‘dye’ is nonpermanent. Sachiko has had everything taken from her; the numerous puppet strings which control Tenjin Academy, the thing that held her together. At the very least, she feels her power beneath this skin— ugh, skin. She’s not alive, but she isn’t dead either. She can tell by the way her heart doesn’t beat, and if she forces a gasp of air, her lungs feel like brittle paper bags.
She has to make a plan, quickly. Attack or disguise. Disguise is the smartest, she still looks like a seven year old despite behaving more like a brat. Putting on the cute act that let her vanish when she was last corporeal will help her through this.
Trying to teleport just sends a small buzz down her spine. Looking up her arm, she’s a clammy, dead gray, but not necrotic. One less thing to worry about. She’ll have to examine the rest of herself later.
Sachiko lost her mind while she was a child spirit, so she’s still about one mentally, if just extremely versed in the cruel and as knowledgable as what she picked up around Tenjin. So almost like throwing a tantrum, she closes her eyes and waits to see if anyone notices her limp form before struggling to get up. ]
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She's absolutely tiny. A miracle they spotted her at all, in this weather. It'll be a further miracle if she's even alive, though her pallor isn't particularly promising. Chara can't even contemplate looting her corpse- standards just slightly higher than coldly rooting through a dead child's belongings.
So then, how to approach this? Staring down at her, they suppose the first thing is confirming her condition. Sighing to themself, they crouch, a few less than pleased words escaping their mouth as a wave sprays water over them, and hold their hand just shy of her mouth and nose. If she's breathing, they'll drag her a little further up, until some adult who gives a damn takes her.
If she isn't, good for her.]
cw: eye squick, emeto (not being able to keep saltwater down)
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cw: eye squick, emeto (not being able to keep saltwater down)
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cw: can't hold down her seawater
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1/2
2/3 actually omf
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cw: emeto 1/2
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[Even after he wakes to the sound of water lapping over him, Keaton doesn't move far. He remains sat in the sand, water coming in close as he squints out at the ocean. This place looks nothing like any location in Nohr, or what he knows of Hoshido. And last he checked? Mount Garou didn't have a beach... But that's an interesting thought.
Keaton rarely has moments of deep thought, though he might argue otherwise. Though true enough in this moment he's stuck on something. Why was Mount Garou important again? It nags at him, like it's an answer to a question he 100% knows the answer to. His ears flick up and down as he tries organising his thoughts... Only for a particularly strong wave to come into shore, splashing his face with water that stings his eyes and tickles his nose.]
Gah! Yeah, okay, just soak the guy while he's thinking why don't you...
[He scrambles to his feet and glares at the water, as though that wave was intentionally aimed at him so he would move. Not that he moves far. Once he's out of the water Keaton sits himself back down further up the shore, sand sticking to his clothes and his tail which lazily wags behind him. In frustration he voices his thoughts out loud to himself, as though that might help an answer come to him.]
Ugh, the only thing I can think of is kitsune. But that's wrong, saying that is wrong. No way am I one of those...
[They're far too neat and tidy. Unlike him, a proud and strong... Whatever he is.]
*hops in here* :>
[ Terra had risen early for a change - or perhaps it's because of that wailing sound over the wind that unsettled her enough to wake her up. The important thing here, is that she was awake, on edge and slowly approaching the beach, a bit hesitantly, her gaze repeatedly going to the water - until she spots a person anyway. A person with a tail, but still a person. ]
Hello? Are you all right...?
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sorry guy we have a no touching policy here
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Terra / FF VI / OTA
Terra certainly is one of those who initially thought the tide was just particularly high - when she emerged from her little half finished home. The idea of the island sinking ...well that never once entered her head. But she was increasingly worrieda bout the way the water continued to rise, and for a moment, she wondered if it was from destroying the sigils.
But no, that... couldn't be the reason, right? She watched the water uneasily, before turning and hurrying into her house to retrieve her sword and buckle it on. She didn't know what was making that wailing noise - was it just the wind, or something else separate from the wind? Time to find out! Although she was going to make a quick sweep of the beach to see if anyone had popped up along the way. And she certainly wouldn't turn away the option of going in a group to investigate that howling noise...
Anyone she didn't recognize, she hesitantly approached, whereas more familiar faces -- well she hesitantly approached them too, but at least she knew their names.
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"Are you all right? Have you seen the water rising?"
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Having shed it back in his home, Roy scrambled out of the mana pool and onto the slowly-sinking island at full speed. "This place," he said to himself, then didn't finish the sentiment, because it involved a lot more profanity than he was entirely comfortable with.
"The islets aren't sinking!" he bellowed at at the top of his lungs. "Get there quick! If anyone is missing, let someone know!"
He was strong. He could swim. At the very least, he couldn't just take shelter and try to ride this out. Roy took off along the beach, looking for anyone he could find.
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Following the Wind and Cry
[Maridian grabs onto the saddle of his blood charger, then hefts himself up, with an absent pat to the beast's neck. He still isn't much of a horseman, in that taking care of a horse has been a perpetual struggle for him, and this whole thing would be so much easier if his charger would just pop in and out of existence through magic like it was SUPPOSED to...]
[But riding into battle? He's a champion.]
[With a nudge to the horse's sides, he sets them on a course into the wind, keen elven ears on full alert as he tries to hone in on the sounds he believes to be the source of all this.]
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H-Hey, what's going on?
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Ren | OTA
[Honestly, Ren already has 99 problems and a creeping ocean taking away all her good hiding spots is just one more to add to her ever-growing list. Monkeys, crystals and no hiding spots-it's been a rough month. Absolutely tragic, but that's par the course and she's able to accept that the water's rising easily enough. It doesn’t look like it’s going to stop where it normally does and she’s been steadily moving her treasure hunting adventures back. This was supposed to be a relaxing afternoon hunting for seashells, but she’s adaptable and all garbage is good garbage. It doesn't matter what area she has to stay in.
But while she noticed the tide was coming in, she failed to account for how it was speeding up and given that she moved only a few feet away from it at a time with the thought it would eventually stop, well.
At some point her bag was swept by the water, bobbing fairly close by, and if she could swim it could be easily wrangled back to her. In fact, it’s close enough to grab if she could muster enough courage to walk into the water, but the fear of waves knocking her down and dragging her out is-
Yeah, she's not into that.
She’s easy to spot, stick in hand and ankle deep in the water, trying to shove the branch end through the loop of her knapsack.
Help her?? Let her die??]
B
[Guess who doesn’t understand concepts like ‘home invasion’ and 'breaking and entering'? This girl. The Storyteller may need to invest in an islet alarm system soon because Ren, in all her earthly wisdom, has decided to spend the remainder of her day wandering into any open house. It doesn’t matter if she’s been there before or not. Because she’s there now. And with Enso effectively underwater for the time being, she doesn’t have anything else to do except explore.
If someone’s inside, she’ll admire the contents of their lovely islet house/shack by the door. If no one’s inside yet, she’s going to pick through some of the items. Look, she’s not stealing this time. It’s fine. She’s checking things out, shiny items in particular, and shoving them right back where they belong. There's even a cat by her feet, so that's kind of like a gift to the homeowner. Who doesn't want cat hair on all their stuff?
Stop her? ]
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[Ed watches Ren for a minute or so with a very tired expression before he sighs and strides forward, his tail reaching out past her to grab the bag and pull it closer so she can grab it.]
Now isn't the time to be fooling around, kid.
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A. because I can't not toss both characters at you.
hit me with all your beautiful characters
/smooches instead uwu
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B | it's horse time
all my dreams are coming true
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[A]!!!!
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Asch the Bloody | Tales of the Alias [ota newb]
[Oh no. It seems that this newcomer - whoever he is - is terribly injured! At least, the bright red surrounded his head, tossed by the waves, certainly looks like blood...
...Or not. After a few minutes, he sits up almost suddenly, pressing a hand to his face, and the red moves with him, revealing itself to be long, seawater-soaked hair. There's a bit of a confused expression on his face, and at least once he stops and presses a hand to his chest, looking surprised by it somehow.
Someone lend him a hand?]
Anywhere else
[Someone's headed for higher ground, but also trying to get the lay of the land and exploring. If you want to grab him anywhere else, hit me up!]
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Hello..? Are you alright?
[ She was willing to lend him a hand, sure - but new people still made her nervous. ]
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Beach (Can be as he's waking up or as he's trekking inland. Totally up to you!)
let's go with the second one I have a lot of waking up threads
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Maka Albarn | Soul Eater (anime) | CRAU (The Box)
B is for Beginning
A is for Awful, Very Bad, No Good
long. terribly longexistence.With all others, their approach has been quiet out of caution. For her, it's quiet to avoid distressing her further. Again, they're stuck in an element they have very little experience with; people crying...humans crying, it's not-
Haha.
It's not easy. But they approach, stopping a few feet away and slowly crouching down, saying something that maybe... isn't what she needs to hear. They don't know.]
Looks like I can teach you more sign language, after all.
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/be at disneyland /tag Mickey Mouse
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Gobbet | OTA | Will Match Formats
[Death had not been kind to Gobbet. As soon as she woke up, she had dragged every little thing she owned to a dilapidated shack on the islets and tried to sleep off the memories of the crystal fiasco. Defenseless without her magic and deeply unnerved by losing the game of life, she hasn't left her nest of blankets in three days.]
[But hunger - and a persistent, distant wailing - have driven her to the edge of the mana pool with a Narcissus flower in hand. The wailing will have to wait. Her stomach is growling with the need for food. The beach tends to have easy prey in the water, so she heads their first.]
[Imagine her surprise to find strangers in the water rather than fish.]
[While her first instinct is to pillage their packs before they wake up, she knows she's too tired and weak to deal with the potential retaliation for that. So instead, she toes anyone not moving and barks out a simple command.]
Get up, before you drown.
b: oh the dreadful wind, it howls to me
[That wailing. That awful wailing.]
[At first, Gobbet thinks it might be a side effect of death. The Storyteller had mentioned that consequences might follow her for a while. But no, it seems external. She worries first and foremost that it might be the Storyteller themself and heads towards the temple.]
[You can find her picking her way through the jungle or perhaps examining the ruins for a sign of the Storyteller's presence.]
B
What anyone being absent that long meant.
He bites his lip, just watching for now.]
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and the howling it will grow.
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Vivian | OTA
That's the thought that jolts the shadow into wakefulness. Ewwww, her hair and hat and gloves would be filthy and she'd smell terrible and no one would want to be around her anymore and
wait
This is a beach. This is just seawater. Still not great for the hair and hat, but at least it'll come out eventually.
Right. She remembered now. A white animal spoke to her of "recent events" leading to fatalities... she had offered to share someone's burden. That still didn't explain a whole lot else to her...
Picking up her hat and knapsack, she gets to higher ground without much trouble, but then she stops where she is, looking back at the vast ocean and how it rises.
She's kind of... frozen in place right now. ]
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Noctis Lucis Caelum | OTA
Noctis woke up wet.
Luckily, he wasn’t completely under when the rising waters hit him on the beach. He got up quickly and rubs the sleep from his eyes. What was going on? Last he remembered he had decided on a quick nap during fishing. He had been pretty far up the beach though, leaning against a tree, so for the tide to to come this far was strange.
It was up to his shins at this point.
“Damn.”
This wasn’t the tide. Was the island sinking? He looked upon the horizon, a bit shocked. Well, staying here was not an option. He needed to get to high ground and quickly. Then hopefully find his way back to the mana pool.
Unbeknowest to Noctis, however, it had been about two weeks since he had left to go fishing, and bedding down a quick cat nap.
[Jumping through hoops]
One of Noctis’s most immediate concerns was if this island was starting to flow over, then what about the islets that their shelters were built upon? This was seriously bad, and he wanted to get there as quickly as possible.
However, he also knew that there was a possibility there could e people on Enso that were also in danger from the rising waters. So even if he was getting there as quickly as possible, and using his WARP abilities to accomplish such a feet, he was also sharp on the lookout for anyone who needed help along the way.
*ipoof* Wakey Wakey~
"Noctis..! Are you all right..? Where have you been..?"
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luna | pokemans tsun and mun
[ water ]
distraction
What's going on? Are they okay?
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Commander Shepard | OTA!
[It's always something with this place. It hasn't been long since the last danger everyone was subjected to, not a lot of time to breathe (is there ever enough time to breathe?) but it's that time again. The beginning of the month always seems to bring
fresh meatnewcomers to this island so Shepard makes her way to the mainland to hopefully help them acclimate.After getting there, it's not long before she notices the water. It's rising. And it doesn't seem to be stopping any time soon. She pushes her way to the beach and if she sees someone she doesn't recognize from the island, she'll approach quickly.]
Are you all right? Do you need help?
B. So go to the river where the water runs
It's the distant sound of wailing over the wind that clues her in that this isn't some odd natural phenomenon. Whatever this is has a cause. One that, potentially, can be stopped in a timely manner that could leave this island relatively intact for everyone to continue living. So when she's not helping people to the islets for safety or assisting people in moving around, she's roaming the island, looking for clues. But that's a dangerous endeavor, one she finds puts her into more trouble than she may have been expecting.
Still, she persists. If you're investigating too you could easily run into her as she makes her way through the island and pushes towards the mountain. It's the highest ground here and who knows- maybe a bird's eye view of the island could clue her into the source of the cry.
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Until, quite abruptly, it ceases.
It is certainly no coincidence. If she is alert, Shepard may spot the sleek, snow-colored pelt of a small mountain lion rippling down the mountainside, its unusually long tail wrapped around blank, crushed sheets of paper.
It does not appear inclined to stop and chat.
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Guzma || Pokemon Sun and Moon || OTA
Abnormal waters usually aren't a good sign for a native islander. Hell, the wailing sound nearly made Guzma throw up when he heard it the first time, thinking a tsunami was headed their way, but the water was rising, not receding. He's still jittery, and a bit pale as he wades through water about mid calf. Thank god for his height - were he any shorter, the water may be well up to his knees. It's probably worse for children, too...and he knows of a couple who are hilarious unprepared for something like this.
It's why he's followed closely behind by his pokemon, Golisopod. If the waters do continue to rise, or are deeper in specific places that are below sea level, the water-type insect can easily retrieve anyone or anything that may be in danger, and ferry those that can't swim to higher, stable ground. In fact, he's making the rounds now, grumbling as he sloshes through flooded fields where grass just barely breaks the surface now. It's a slew of sand and clear water, and he wrinkles his nose at the thought of disease traveling so easily if anything were to die and simply rot here. Their food supply is going to shorten up, too, so Guzma's also on the hunt to preserve as many edibles as he can. Anything salvageable gets wrapped up in either a palm frond or a sliver of a tigershark skin and shoved into his pack.
The source of the wailing isn't really on his agenda - let someone better suited for that handle it. The rabbit's got a lot of explaining to do, but he's plainly not the one to listen to anything they have to say right now. He's just here on the mainland to check up on a few people and make sure they're doing okay or need anything at all. He's not going to sit around on his ass this time. A little bit of water isn't doing much more to him than being a nuisance and weighing him down a little. But that's manageable.
For now, anyway.]
Re: Guzma || Pokemon Sun and Moon || OTA
Apparently losing their new home and risk of drowning wasn't enough, Jaune had to run into Guzma. He doesn't trust him even if he could throw him, sword already out and pointed at his back.]
I'm not sure if you caught the drift, but this island's about done. [There's nothing here. Leave. But being angry didn't take away his ability to pun. Dust, he just wanted the jerk to get the hell out. He had people to find be and protect. It didn't help that his boots were soaked and his pants starting to tear at the knees. Once Guzma turned around though, he'd probably notice the scar on his face, already healed but definitely there.]
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brian thomas | marble hornets | ota
[After leaving the caves, Brian kept very much to himself. He has his cottage, but he doesn't like staying in the same place all the time. Too predictable. Too easy to find. So he's been doing a little wandering- not to anywhere unexplored, mind. After that cave deal, he's hesitant to find out what else this island has on offer.
(The feeling of crystal being wrenched from his flesh is not one Brian will forget anytime soon. He won't forget Tim's face, either.)
Brian's wandering the treeline closest to the beach when he notices the unusually high tide. He always takes note of the water. Watches it. He ends up captivated, sitting in the shadow of the treeline and cataloguing the slow and steady crawl. Although, captivated may be the wrong word. Anyone who finds him might describe him as frozen, seemingly unable to tear his eyes away even if he wanted to.]
wins the race
[And then, quite suddenly, it doesn't seem slow to Brian at all. The wrongness of it- and of that sound echoing over the island- hits him in a rush, and he climbs dizzily to his feet. His instinct is to run, to escape.
But there are so many people milling on the beach, some looking lost and confused. He's broken, but he's not heartless. The two possible paths of action war with each other, and Brian huffs to himself and begins to stride across the sand.]