lifeaftr | 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!

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!

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[Home...y?? She decides not to ask.]

Caught? What, like a thrall? Or is this more of a "stick a wolf in a cage" kind of... you know what? Never mind.

[Too much of a language barrier here. The point is that it's not as simple as Conjuration, and a bound familiar can't be transferred over to someone else. No giant bipedal bug for her, alas and alack.]

Didn't you just finish telling me there are no wild Pokemon in this land, two-tone? I'm no Storyteller; words with no practical application don't benefit me much at all. Still, I'd be lying if I pretended I wasn't even a little bit curious about your world, your folk, your utterly baffling dialect.

[Studying up on how all this garbage works will go a long way in understanding what in the two moons Guzma's even talking about half the time. There's some use in information, if it means that she's never clueless about what's being discussed. Honestly, she might be willing to be persuaded to accept just that. She likes Guzma. Likes knowing about his weird, buggy, spidery kin.

But she's also greedy, after all. You don't negotiate by settling for the very first offer you're given. You reach for more. She shrugs one shoulder, ruffling her plumage in a casual projection of aloofness.]

Tell you what. I give you my soul gems, AND do the enchanting for you. Four enchantments total, and for hatchlings in a hostile, very watery environment, the promises of both protection AND absolute safety beneath the waves is an incredible boon. Could be the difference between life and death, even. I do this for them - I do this for you.

In return, you share that info somewhere down the line, let me have a few drops of your spider's venom for my arrows, and promise me you'll be willing to use up one of your Storyteller favours on soul gems for me if it turns out I need them in the future.

Think about it. Some easily-harvested juice and an I.O.U. That's all you have to pay. I wouldn't trust just anyone to offer promises instead of payment, you know, let alone for such an utter steal. You're lucky I feel like spoiling my boy, two-tone.

[Good thing Severs decided to change the subject, because Guzma's brows knit together tightly, and his lips curl over his clenched teeth when she makes the correlation that his partners are in any way caged wolves. He's getting terribly sick of having to explain this to people - people who assume that being a trainer means he's some sort of sideshow host and his pokemon are the freaks.

He breathes a little evenly, just a little, once she goes on. Thankfully, she didn't rile him up too much, and it's easy to come down from just a twitch of irritation not full blown anger. But oh, she's playing him now, and he raises a brow at her sales pitch. It's good, making it out like he really, truly, honestly needs this. Like he has no other options, like it's benefiting him, like he's the one making out with a good deal.

Lips curling up into a wicked grin, he chuckles softly.]

Dang...you're good. Not good 'nuff, sweetheart, but good. Could definitely cheat anyone who don't do no cheating themselves, yeah. [Guzma hums thoughtfully to himself, and makes his own counter offer.] What sorta enchantments you gonna magic up? Cuz I don't need nothing...I can swim, and so can Golisopod here. I can teach them brats to swim, too. You saving me time, yeah, and that there breathing underwater is sick as, oh yeah, but who's to say it'll even work right, mm?

That there info's a given - already made it a part'a the deal, and I needa tell others 'bout mine, too, and a bit'a ol Ariados' poison I can throw in, too. S'not a big deal gettin' it from 'er. [The 'but' hangs pretty heavily in the air, and he stares her straight on, stone-faced.] But I ain't giving away nothin' else 'til I know this stuff works. I like y'all too, Charmeleon, but no so much as to heap a load'a goodies on your lap, yeah. Though I 'preciate them nice words.

Anyway, y'all gimme that water breathing thinga-ma-jig for the info and my girl's poison, and if it works...you get one'a my favors. Just one. [Gotta make that clear.]

November Intro: Red Sun Rises Like an Early Warning

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