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Entry tags:
- final fantasy xv: ardyn izunia,
- final fantasy xv: ignis scientia,
- hyper light drifter: the drifter,
- marble hornets: tim wright,
- mass effect: commander shepard,
- mushi-shi: ginko,
- original: chip abaroa,
- original: mira delacroix,
- pokemon sun & moon: guzma,
- ✖ captive prince: laurent,
- ✖ castlevania: soma cruz,
- ✖ dangan ronpa: hinata hajime,
- ✖ dangan ronpa: komaeda nagito,
- ✖ disney: mickey mouse,
- ✖ fatal frame: ouse kurosawa,
- ✖ ffxv: noctis lucis caelum,
- ✖ ffxv: prompto argentum,
- ✖ marble hornets: brian thomas,
- ✖ overwatch: jesse mccree,
- ✖ persona 5: goro akechi,
- ✖ shadowrun: gobbet,
- ✖ skyrim: the dragonborn,
- ✖ soul eater: maka albarn,
- ✖ tales of the abyss: asch the bloody,
- ✖ the order of the stick: roy greenhilt,
- ✖ undertale: asriel dreemurr,
- ✖ undertale: muffet,
- ✖ world of warcraft: maridian,
- ✖ world of warcraft: thereth,
- ✖ yuki yuna is a hero: karin myoshi
November Adventure: The Good, The Bad, And The Dirty
NEW ISLAND: MONSUN
Who: Everyone!
What: Monsun appears, and a new adventure begins.
When: November 24th
Where: Across the islands!
Warnings: Tag as you go!
What: Monsun appears, and a new adventure begins.
When: November 24th
Where: Across the islands!
Warnings: Tag as you go!
I've Never Been Better- Or Worse
As per the Storyteller's advice, the morning of the 24th will find characters waking to the sight of land in the far distance; Monsun is now accessible for one-way travel. Your mission, should you choose to volunteer for it? Traverse to this new land, and locate the mana pool. All characters will be reminded on departure that they may not be capable of returning until they have, so pack wisely.
The land of Monsun, even from a distance, may strike travelers as a peculiar one. One half appears to be made up of lush, deciduous woodland entirely at odds with the coastal, tropical aesthetic that Ensō so boasts. The other half appears to be dry and bare, full of cracking cliffs and sandy wastelands. Indeed, once characters set foot on this new land, they will discover that this is precisely the case: the island is divided by a dark ribbon of water, an east side rich with life and a west side stark and rife with danger.
And yet, it isn't that simple.
Feeling prepared? Now is the time to make arrangements and collect what you'll need for the journey. Find companions, say goodbye to loved ones- and of course, take your first step forwards into new lands. Best of luck, adventurers.
You may need it.
Welcome to the new island of Monsun! As the island is now accessible, feel free to begin preparations and explorations in this log- or create new ones of your own! For further information in regards to the island, or plotting, the following links may prove handy:
( CODED BY BOOTYCALL )
[literally every ffxv spoiler]
[Time was something Ardyn Izunia had long since lost the ability to keep accurate track of. Days, weeks, even months passed so quickly as to go utterly unnoticed more often than not.]
[When one measured time in centuries, a matter of hours was nothing. So he couldn't really say how long he'd been on the island, much like he couldn't say he noticed anything altogether unusual about himself. Sure, he was more annoyed and bitter about the situation at hand, but that was just par for the course when the Storyteller was involved.]
[He'd managed to be convinced it was nothing right up until several hours had passed and something very dark and cold began to claw its way to the surface from where it slept ever fitfully. His skin turned the pallid ashen of a corpse, thin black markings spreading along his neck--he felt the familiar sense of something building up behind his eyes, turning gold irises sickly yellow framed by a black miasma that ran incessantly down his face.]
[...This, Ardyn realized as he pressed a hand to his eyes, was a problem. Why was his true face coming out now, why couldn't he stop it, why...why was the usual screaming fury beneath his skin amplifying itself as if it refused to let anything else be heard?]
[Not once in two thousand years had this ever been completely beyond his control. But now...what was going to happen if it didn't stop?]
[11/25; C1; you are at your lowest, I am rising higher]
[A day had passed, but Ardyn had long since ceased to be aware of it.]
[He had even ceased to be Ardyn some hours ago.]
[What stood in a human-shaped body was unquestionably inhuman. The miasma that stained his skin flowed from him like black-purple trails of thin smoke from a flame, dissipating in the air and vanishing from where it radiated off his body and upon the ground he walked.]
[Gone were the elegantly dramatic motions of the Chancellor of Niflheim; he moved in the jerking and erratic manner of a marionette on the strings of an unskilled puppeteer. Whatever animated the shambling corpse of Ardyn Lucis Caelum simply didn't have the higher thought to put forth an image--the only immediate goal seemed to be get out of the sunlight.]
[Whatever the thing was, he sought out and hid in whatever shade could be found. Anytime he was in direct light those erratic motions started to recoil in what appeared to be pain...and if he opened his mouth as if to speak, only a horrendous and dissonant snarling could be heard in the voice of some terrible and unknowable legion.]
[11/26; B2; only scars remain of who I was]
[Daemons did not generally wander so much as they manifested in a given location. Ardyn--or whatever looked like him--having no ability to simply vanish into miasma, did more of the former. Staggering from one place to another, seeking out cover of darkness and anything living to act as target for an immortal rage and bloodlust.]
[But he did wander with no direction or comprehension of where he was going, and eventually the Accursed shambled its way a short distance to the island's other side.]
[It was no more than a spark at first, setting in over the course of hours; a light slowly catching like a candle in a blackout. A gradual awareness of things, a realization that there was something alive in this terrible and endless darkness. And as the day wore on longer, that candle flame caught into a bright and harsh realization: this isn't me. This wasn't who he was, it wasn't who he should have been, the hatred clawed at every inch of his mind and tore apart something that should have been human.]
[For the first time, he was beginning to feel aware of the cold emptiness that ran through his whole body, fueled by malice and plague, and for the first time in two thousand years he felt something not unlike a sense of horror at it.]
[Was this what Ardyn Lucis Caelum had wanted?]
[It hurt. It hurt, all the fury and anguish and rage screaming and coiling beneath his skin as the deadly poison it was, and the more that spark of humanity brought him back to awareness the more painful it felt--until finally something snapped, Ardyn doubling over with a scream that was layers of monstrous snarling laid over a very human sound of frustration and pain.]
[11/27; B2; what I find in ashes, you lose in the fire]
[Once he'd recovered, Ardyn had recovered handily-- the blackened markings and pallid color was gone from his face. Yellow eyes bright with a look that was sharply different from anything he'd worn since arriving on the island, he spoke to anyone that approached with gentle tones and an honest smile.]
Is there something I can help you with? If you're injured, I may be able to assist with that.
[...To say he was a sharp contrast from usual would have been a massive understatement.]
11/24 in the right spot at the right time
But that's fine. That's okay. It's not like he's got much going for him, anyways, and the longer he spends stumbling through the trees the more certain he is that it's for the best if he doesn't go back. What could he do there, anyways? Lose more of himself? Have more people he's known disappear? This whole situation is bullshit but at least here there's nobody but himself.
Except, of course, he runs into somebody else not even a day after setting foot on the island.
The fact there's something wrong about Ardyn is immediately apparent. McCree might not be very bright - but he's observant. It's how he made it out of Deadlock, how he was able to climb the ranks in Blackwatch. Looking for and seeing danger and piecing together how to deal with it is what made him who he is, but even without all of that it would have been obvious. No man looks like a corpse leaking blackness and is okay. Nothing and nobody looks like something from a nightmare without there being a hellish reason behind it.
But whether that's because of who the man is or something the island has done isn't so obvious.]
Well, hey there, partner. Wasn't expectin' to see anyone else in this neck of the woods.
[His voice is even and casual, but there's a calculating look on McCree's face. Keeping his stance loose and relaxed is tantamount, but there's a paranoia that keeps him keenly aware of the gun holstered to his thigh.]
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[11/27 STORM CHASERS or storm chased w/e take your pick]
-> He's made very little concession to the heat, relatively speaking. The arm covers that usually cover him from palm to biceps are gone, revealing loose black sleeves that hang to his wrists, and the tunic under his tabard is undone at the neck and hangs open. In spite of the color, it's a relatively light fabric.
-> He's damn near smiling, and upon seeing Ardyn, straight up waves.
A sharp contrast, indeed. The question gets a gets a brief headshake and - yeah, that's definitely a smile now.]
No, but thanks.
[Still with that bit of a smile, he looks Ardyn over, and it slips a bit.]
I feel as though I should ask 'how the hell do you not have heat stroke' but I probably don't want the answer. Isn't that wool?
[Oh no. The who-can-be-more-concerned-about-the-other contest begins.]
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[11/26; B2; only scars remain of who I was]
He sighs as he lets water freshly scooped from the river slip through his cupped hands and over the witch hazel plants he harvested before moving north from his arrival point. Ignis has no idea if he will be able to keep them alive in the bit of dirt he put in the repurposed condensed milk jug he cut in half, but the plants are too valuable not to try and bring along. Especially since he has no idea if he will end up back that way again.
Plants sufficiently watered, he settles them and himself against a rock. The moving water cools the air a little at least, though he knows there is only so much it can do against the heat of a desert.
Oh, but that brings him back to thinking about the island itself. This set up can't be natural. All the resources on one side of the island that brings out the negative in people and a wasteland on the side that brings out the best. Ignis' isn't really sure how else to explain what he has experienced happening over the last few days, though he knows this explanation is still missing something. However, it will have to be close enough for now. He won't linger and search for perfection when his ener-
His thoughts come to a screeching halt when the most terrible sound he's ever heard reaches his ears. It reminds him of a daemon and perhaps it wouldn't be as unsettling if it was only that, but there is a human element as well and that is what makes it so terrifying. Had whatever the islands had that were like daemons finally found him? Had they found others?
Ignis isn't even on his feet before his daggers are in his hands. He makes his way toward the sound as quickly and quietly as he can. He's uncertain of what he will find but knows he needs to take care of it before anyone else comes along.]
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11/26
[She moves quickly and cautiously towards the source of the sound, tensed in wariness, only to barely hold back a gasp of shock at seeing someone she knew clearly in terrible pain. He looks so out of his mind with hurt that she's not sure if he's even noticed she's here.]
[Not seeing any other dangers in the area, nothing that looks like it could have caused this, she steps forward and calls out to him, her voice full of concern:]
Ardyn? Can you hear me?
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11/27
Even without anything of substance to offer, he dragged himself back up to his feet, clapping his hands on his pants to dust them off before turning around. A shocked expression crossed his face. Moreso when Ardyn was the first one to offer help.
Ardyn looked better than usual. Not because of how great he was doing out here. Surely they were all probably struggling a bit, and the weather wasn't exactly great for their clothes or anything. Just something about his expression. It was different.
"You look good." The words slipped out of his mouth before he had any time to think of them, bluntly admitting to what he was thinking.
How little did he know how true those words were.
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11/27 listen buddy we're both here to get fucking sad and you know it
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11/27
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GORO AKECHI, IGNIS SCIENTIA, MARIDIAN - D5 | Ɏ VEGETABLES/ROOTS
At the furthest, most western edge of this square, a strip of clear river can be seen flowing peacefully along. Their experiences may not remain terribly peaceful for very long, however, as all three of them will soon endure the effects of Monsun's peculiarities, and start to feel their worst qualities manifest.
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And he looks at his companions. ]
Ah, hello.
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MICKEY MOUSE, ROY GREENHILT - B4 | Ⴄ PREDATORS
Poisonous and dangerous, Nihilego track prey by heat signals and latch onto the heads of enemies to immediately inject them with a neurotoxin that heightens their sense of excitement and lowers their inhibitions. Victims go from completely fine to violent, instantaneously. Being possessed by this creature for longer than a few minutes wears away at the mind with amazing speed- it can become hard to differentiate between what is the host's decision, and what the poison is forcing them to do. Being jellyfish-like in nature, attacks will do it harm, but it can regrow limbs. In a pinch, Nihilego will simply teleport away from danger, but cannot process the level of danger it heads into until confrontations have been made.
Good thing the two of them will soon bear witness to the manifestations of their best qualities, as they may very well need to work together to keep this threat from adding to LifeAftr's body count.
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Then, with a grunt, he sat up, clambering to his feet and dusting sand off of his armor.
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COMMANDER SHEPARD, GOBBET, KARIN MIYOSHI - C3 | Ɏ VEGETABLES/ROOTS
But who would want to go over there, huh? Especially since the three of them will find a great deal of sweet-smelling green reeds clustered around the river's edge, identifiable as sugarcane for anyone who might fancy themself a botanist. The plant has a variety of uses, including production of cane sugar, as well as paper.
A pity that the very worst of the three explorers will start to come to light - slowly, at first, then with greater speed and intensity until, by the time they've hit twenty-four hours, they'll be at their worst possible.
If any of their group should venture to the other side of the water, they may find that their attitude, as well as the environment, will drastically shift...
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[It's a little jarring, the sudden change in temperature and surroundings, but it doesn't hurt or make you feel as though you just hurtled through space and time to get where you're going. At least, that's how it is for Gobbet as she arrives on the shores of Monsun's dividing river.]
[The first thing she falls in love with is the verdant forest. It seems more lush and temperate than Enso's jungles. Even the air seems fresher here. Crisp and full of life. The river waters are the clearest she's ever seen, even if she's only glimpsed them through the thick reeds that cluster around the edge. In fact, she recognizes those plants. Sugar cane. She used to buy that at one of the market boats and chew on it.]
[Gobbet's pretty busy looking around and being amazed. Too busy to notice her companions. Or perhaps she simply doesn't care that they're there? Either way, somebody stop her from eating all the sugar cane. She's already broken a piece off and is peeling the outer layer with her tusks.]
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MIRA, OUSE KUROSAWA, THE DRIFTER - B1 | ⊗ CATASTROPHE
The electrical storm that comes tearing through the region will leave the adventurers drenched, battered, windswept, and at incredibly high risk for injury or death by lightning strike. We sincerely hope you didn't bring anything metal with you! The fact that B1 borders the ocean does not help, either, as it places both Mira and the Drifter at an incredibly high risk for flash flooding. Better make way inland or find some other way to wait the storm out, lest you perish.
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She wipes at her forehead and reconsiders her desire to explore and see more of the world as the heat bears down on them.]
Are we looking for anything in particular? [She figures in general it's just 'explore and see what they can find,' but she'd like to make sure if her current companions are looking for something specific]
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HINATA HAJIME, TIM WRIGHT - D3 | ◆ FRUIT
After all, as they are on Monsun's eastern half, the negative effects of the island will begin to make themselves evident soon enough...
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Body.
Hinata quickly whirls around and crouches by the other person calling out in a quiet voice. There's no telling what is around.] Hey...we're in a safe space for now. Can you stand or do you need help?
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Muffet | Desert side
My, it seems I'm still not used to that...
[Muffet brushes off her clothes and looks around curiously. In the distance, off to the east is a temptingly forested area, while around her and all the way she can see looking west is a rather harsh-looking desert.]
[Well, at least that explains how the Storyteller's helpful teleportation ended with her covered in sand.]
[Managing to shake the last of the sand off her clothing, she considers the eastern half for a moment, before sighing and turning to head westward. As pleasant as the forest looks, her primary goals here are finding the island's Avatar and keeping people alive, and that means heading into the place that looks the most dangerous.]
[Because angels know that if there's any danger around, someone is going to find it, and it's better if there's someone who can heal there when they do.]
[25th, western half, OTA] picking up slack:
Good day, dearie. How are you?
['Good morning' would have been her typical greeting, but between the teleportation and the new environment, Muffet isn't sure what time it is beyond 'probably not night'. Still, that's no reason to let politeness slide, and if you happen to run into each other she'll greet you as warmly as ever, ready to lend a hand if you look like you need any help at all.]
[Over a day with the positive effects of western Monsun on top of already being from a species literally made of magic and good feelings has Muffet in pretty good spirits, although in the absence of any particularly unusual behavior on her own part, she's just attributing it to having avoided any serious injury up until now. The heat and sun aren't bothering her, and she still has plenty of water and food.]
[You're probably going to get offered some of those provisions, too- the urge to look after and fuss over anyone who stands still long enough is getting stronger by the minute. We may be hitting critical levels of Mom Friend.]
[27th, A1, closed to Roy and Keaton] fast, thorough, and sharp as a tack:
[Muffet's search for the island's patron deity had been of limited success so far, but she'd been lucky enough to meet up with other people searching the same area. Hopefully, three heads would be better than one...?]
[Wild Card]
[Add your own prompt as ideas strike you.]
she's changing her name from Muffet to Martha?
You know, I'm still not sure if you have actual levels in anything or if what you do is all purely racial talent.
[He's in a good enough mood to make actual conversation that isn't bitter or cynical, so that should say a lot.]
Short skirts and long jackets are probably a bad idea in the desert, though.
Muffet is nonetheless welcome to wear them...
Maybe someday they'll get new clothes here instead of wearing the same outfit forever.
Maybe someday I'll update Roy's icons
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Prompto | C2 - B2
Volunteering to explore a new island was a daunting task when they barely even had living establishments on the first one. However, with resources low and safety not guaranteed even on the islets, what did they really have to lose? The new island looked like it'd have the food they desperately needed.
When he arrived Prompto started out doing exactly what would be expected: he searched out any food sources he could find to gather them. He looked for his buddies at the same time. He even took some pics! Why not? The scenery was beautiful, and he needed to keep his spirits up and not wonder if some sort of horrible plague awaited them.
It came slowly throughout the day. At first he just thought it was because he was missing his companions, but as time rolled on familiars feelings kept pricking at him. Maybe the reason he hadn't found them yet was because they didn't want him to. Maybe he was just getting in the way. After all, what good was he for anything? He wasn't the smart one, or the strong one, and his skill wasn't even as useful as Ignis' ability to cook or Noctis' ability to fish. It seemed like so many people on the island could do amazing things and he... couldn't. He hadn't even seen Weiss in a while. Was she avoiding him on purpose? Maybe she was tired of him.
He wasn't good for anything. His fingers lightly touched at his bracelet as he dully gazed ahead. Could he even be considered human? What was he? Just some useless vessel meant to be shoved into some armor as army fodder. And he wasn't even good for that. That crazy scientist - his 'father', loathe as he was to even think it - said so himself. He was a failure.
Hell, even his parents had never wanted to be around him. He was sure the reason they were always gone was because he was a nuisance. They weren't even there so he could show him his Crownsguard uniform. They probably didn't think he earned it, anyway. He just got in because he was friends with Noct.
Was he friends with Noct? Or did Noct just feel sorry for him? He could see it now - the three of them letting him tag along because they pitied him.
Thoughts ate away at his mind and weighed down his body the longer he went on. He craved praise. Affection. Anything to show that someone wanted him. He would do whatever it took. His cheery demeanor became quiet, gloomy and depressed as he moved inattentively.
Fortunately, before he became sedentary, he was drawn to the other side of the island. Maybe it was a person. Maybe it was a thing. Maybe it just looked like where he belonged. One way or another, he ended up there.
[11/25 onward - The Light Side - B2]
Though they had come on strong, the feelings that plagued him on the other side of the island were hardly new. Inside it was like the tingling in a muscle that was just waking up after going to sleep. Brighter feelings crept in, with the desire to please someone lingering in the background. Such lifetime fears didn't fade easily.
The change started with little things. At least he'd found a couple things to eat on the other side! That would help out while he tried to find some way to survive.
Ignis had done well in the caves (as far as he knew), so surely he'd be okay out here, too? Ignis was smart. He'd find a way.
Of course Noct was his friend. Noct wouldn't waste time on someone if he didn't want to. So they had to be friends.
He did become a Crownsguard because of Noct, but he did all the training and made it through himself. He earned that uniform.
More and more his fears evaporated and faded away like he was climbing out of a thick, noxious fog. Even the desolate scenery began to catch his eye. Not all art was of beautiful forests - dead trees clawing at the sky with pointed fingers could make for a striking picture, too. He could be found at times kneeling down to snap a picture.
He spent his time on the Western half looking to help people, but the joy he felt from it was less from desperately needing to make someone happy and more the satisfaction that helping someone brought. He readily jogged up to whoever he found to ask if they were okay and if they needed anything, offering what little he'd gathered to try and help with little thought to conservation.
By the next day he was practically oozing affection. Everyone he cared for, he appreciated them so much. A "Beware of Sappiness" sign needed to be hung on him. Did they know how much he cared about them?
Well, they were going to find out.
[OOC: Feel free to make up something.]
11/25
[Muffet had caught sight of the sunlight glinting off of blond hair, and had been pleased to discover a friendly face in the area.]
[She greets him with a cheerful smile, curious and hoping that he's been doing well. The paler humans are usually the ones who have more trouble with sunburns, aren't they? She's fairly sure she remembers hearing that, and Prompto is very pale...]
[The western side clearly didn't consider her tendency to fuss over other people to be a negative trait.]
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let's call it 11/27? 28? something
Works for me
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11/28-B2, Near the River
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laurent | openish | some cp spoilers
((ooc: muses from both sides welcome! hit me up if you want a thread (discord/pm/etc.), so we can hash things out and avoid murder :P Also note that because I’m hiatusing soon I may not be able to take more than a few threads out of this!))
[Laurent's watching the river.
He's crossed it once unthinkingly- then, a few times more just to be sure he wasn’t hallucinating- and the effect had been undeniable, terrifying. Relief. A voice through the fog of paranoia that’s been steeping in his bones, I know you can do better than this, and he can’t remember if it sounded like Damen or Auguste.
Does it matter, though? He thinks he knows what the island does. This side reminds him of the constant threats of Arles, though he hasn't seen anything remotely threatening (yet.) The other side, hot and barren and likely dangerous, promises to undo all that. The breeze blowing in from the other side is sweet. The sweetness hides the aridity, the heat within it. He thinks he knows what the island does.
All that is yours will be returned to you, nephew, if you’ll only come stand trial in Ios.
The other side is a baited deathtrap, is all. Did this miserable landform stoop so low just for them, or was it always this pathetic?
Either way, This place is just Arles; he's survived six years with it being a viper’s nest. a month or more here is nothing. The blonde head turns away from the water.
Approach?]
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The idea led him straight back to the river where he saw Laurent on the other side. A familiar face! It was good to see he was alive and well. With a large smile plastered on his face, Prompto waved widely at him before shouting across.]
Laurent! Are you okay?
[Don't mind him if he's taking out his camera to get a good shot.]
im so sorry prompto
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Guzma || C4 - D4 (Closed to Jaune and McCree)
I really am gonna stew that rabbit...
[Of all the people to crash-land on a new, uncharted island with, it had to be this asshole. The dry, arid heat reminds Guzma of the time he spent hiking up that goddamn mountain back on Enso, but at least there they had inlets in the mountain face, shady areas out of the direct path of the merciless sun. Here? The land is flat, open, and without a single tall structure in sight. Guzma pulls his sunglasses over his eyes, shielding them from the glare of the sun and the flecks of sand that get kicked up with a rare breeze.... Or, really, a puff of hot air like from a furnace.
Already he's begging to feel beads of sweat prickle on the back of his neck and Guzma snarls, hoping to hell he brought enough supplies - water especially - for a journey across this dessert. He can see greenery in the distance, but it looks far off, and...well, one can't really trust their eyes in a place like this, can they? He knows how mirages work, and the desert in Alola, where Tapu Bulu makes his home is topsy-turvy. One can easily lose their way therein, and wander aimlessly until the Mandibuzz pick them off.
The worst thing, though, has got to be the company. Guzma would have rather anyone, anyone else. Is this the Storyteller playing some prank on him? What the hell did he do to piss off the rabbit, anyway? Hell, he never really did anything other than get mad at them for stupid things they said or did, that surely shouldn't warrant this sort of torture. I mean, really, anyone else. ANYONE.
A Bob would be preferable, even if Guzma had to carry that fucker on his back the whole way.
Well, here's just hoping Jaune keels over from heat stroke or some other nonsense, because Guzma's not going to babysit his sorry rear end, that's for damn sure.]
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[The next day is...trying. Guzma's not entirely at his best even as he treks into the forest and meets with someone totally new. As always, he's a might standoffish, but agrees to travel together with the oddly dressed man. Perhaps it's still the inklings of the alteration to his personality - amplifying his good traits - that linger still. That, or maybe the previous day's events have him a little on edge. Who knows what new things he can run into? The forest looks and feels calm and visually appealing, but he knows better now.
As the duo travel, Guzma's taking in the sights and sounds, trying to make sure they're not being followed, stalked, or hunted. His eyes scan the trees overhead and the brush below, before he...begins to simply stop. His careful, measured stride slows as well, to a lurching sort of prowl, and his expression seems to darken somewhat as well. Any small talk or banter between himself and his companion has dulled to grunts and snorts from his side, until he doesn't even look at McCree after a while, pressing onward into the lush greenery.
Something's nagging at the back of his mind. Guzma's been so focused on it that he's barely realized where he's even headed, or what direction. He's unfocused and distracted, and it irritates him more and more that he can't figure out why - what it is that's bugging him so much and digging under his skin. His breathing is labored, but not because he's tired, but because his pulse is starting to race with adrenaline.
Why? Why does he feel like this? It's annoying as hell, and he wants to beat it out of himself. Guzma even clenches his fists and shoves them into his pockets, to keep himself from doing just that. What the hell is wrong is wrong with him? I mean, he knows there's a lot of things wrong with him, that's no shock, but this is...it's weird. It's annoying.
It's infuriating.]
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Doesn't mean that Guzma is making for good company, though. Granted, McCree himself has been feeling out of sorts but a part of him feels like maybe it's all in his mind. Maybe it's nothing worth worrying about. There's - there's nothing wrong with this place, it's all green and lush and it seems like there's plenty that could be brought back to the islets to help patch their home together, but there's a wary sort of paranoia that's sinking into his skin.
He keeps an eye on his travelling partner, up until they make it to what seems to be a camp that's been long since abandoned. It reminds McCree of the civilization that was found in the caves, and that has the paranoia spiking even as he stops to get a good look as he slows to a stop. He's not going to look over at Guzma, but he will address him as he leans down to inspect a net.]
Y'gonna take a look at any'a this, or are you just gonna keep workin' yourself into a tizzy?
[Which, well, you're welcome to do that, Guzma, even though it ain't very helpful.]
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CHIP ABAROA, MAKA ALBARN, SEVERS-THE-THREADS - E3 | ѱ PREY, ₪ MANA POOL
And that's not all, either; the rich, deciduous woodland gives way to a small lake with crystalline, mirrorlike waters. A single sandy spit of land rests in the middle of the lake, unoccupied. All told, the scene is quite peaceful. And should the explorers find a means of crossing over, the round stone construct mounted on the island will indeed be recognizable as Monsun's mana pool.
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So Tweedledee and Tweedledinky really shouldn't be grating on her nerves this badly. She should be relieved to have the utter luck to find others in this utter wilderness. She should love the chance to keep a protective wing over them. Instead... she eyes them with the sort of baleful, uninterested disdain that clearly states what a bunch of dead weight she already finds both Chip and Maka.]
Don't move. Try not to make so much noise.
[Hissed impatiently, irritably. She nocks an arrow to her bow.]
I smell prey. Might be able to get some actual decent meat in me for once, if you don't scare it off with your endless dryskin bumbling.
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NOCTIS LUCIS CAELUM, THERETH - A3 | ⊗ CATASTROPHE
Of course, Noctis and Thereath may want to head that way after all. Or in any direction, really. Very, very quickly, as the blistering wind is not simply blown off the unwelcoming wastes, but a very large firestorm rapidly closing in from the south. Despite everything, the flames have no problem creeping across the stone- if the two of them aren't fast enough, they'll fall victim to the high temperatures... or the smoke.
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Except, of course, the warhorse doesn't come, because she can't summon things here. Right. Okay, she's a little more concerned now; she's not the fastest runner, especially not while she's in full plate armor. She starts to jog north, hoping to spot something that might help.
"Hello, dear," she says calmly to the young human(?) she spots after a minute or so of running. "You don't happen to have any sort of steed, do you?"
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ASRIEL DREEMURR, BRIAN THOMAS, KOMAEDA NAGITO - ѱ PREY
At least they won't be completely deprived of resources! At D1's shoreline, the adventurers will discover a very peculiar creature dabbling in the shallows...
Unless prodded, these cabbages are content to remain in whatever patch of sunlight they find. However, if disturbed or cast into shade, they'll quicky uproot themselves in search of more sun. They lack proper eyes, instead relying on photosensitive cells in their leaves, and are therefore prone to crashing into things willy-nilly. As their name indicates, they are usually found in groups, and can be herded with some effort.
The underside of the outer batch of leaves is covered in suckers in two rows - one on either side of the primary vein of the leaf. These suckers, along with the ball of roots at the base of the plant, enable the cabbages to climb surprisingly well. Seeking sunlight, they can often be found on top of anything that will support their weight, but are otherwise quite harmless.
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Well, the chance to all but disappear sounded like the best thing he could possibly do. With no way to contact Chara or Frisk, they could keep being happy together on Enso. Or... or go adventure somewhere else. They hadn't exactly kept him informed of their plans, ha ha. Either way... he'd be miles away from them, and they'd have a perfect excuse to not think about him anymore.
In practice, however, this already feels like it maybe isn't very "best thing he could possibly do" at all. He's in the middle of a forest, with tall pine trees all around him. It's... ha ha. It's like his one and only memory of what the Surface looked like. Maybe that's why he feels small and afraid and empty.]
Um... hello?
[He ventures, brushing pine needles and soil off his shirt with numb paws. The Storyteller said that they wouldn't be totally alone, after all. He's done a good job of avoiding meeting anyone else after his first Less Than Stellar encounter with a strange human, but somehow, that resolve doesn't comfort him very much now. In fact, he doesn't feel good about being stranded with strangers at all - especially not grown-up ones. Those are the ones that shout that you're a killer and swing their sticks and throw their rocks and grab their rifles. Those are the ones that hate monsters like him.]
Golly, is everyone okay? [Asriel asks, sounding a lot more chipper and welcoming than he feels.] That teleporting thing sure is a shock, huh? You must feel so lost right now!
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[LOTS OF PROMPTS]
[Even having prepared for it, the arrival is jarring - the switch from humid to dry is not one to be trifled with.
Asch wipes the sweat off his brow, losing his eyes briefly against the glare, before looking around to see who he's ended up with. They were coming in groups, weren't they...?]
11/28-29 - FOREST SIDE, near river - open
[The reason Asch crosses the river is, ultimately, simple curiosity, touched, perhaps, with a bit of recklessness. After all, with the overly cautious, suspicious parts of him held at bay by the desert sun...
Of course, on the far side, it's a different story. What does it matter what that maniac is afraid of, anyway? They might be similar, but that doesn't really matter in the grand scheme of things.
The main reason Asch doesn't turn back and head for the desert again immediately really just comes down to sheer stubbornness. Well, and lack of food. His supplies are really starting to run low and also his improved backpack stinks slightly of dried fish even after he's eaten through nearly all of it.
Score take anyone who tries to interfere with his quest for food and/or stupid idiot papyrus.]
11/30 - closed to Ignis
[And when he comes out of the forest...
Oh. Everything makes a great deal more sense, then. He hadn't really noticed the effects in the desert, not in the same way - the uplifting feeling, sure, but not what it was doing to his head. But once he has the contrast...
It's obvious and bad, that Ardyn is more scared of himself than any physical harm. As his better self settles in again, Asch worries.
Well. If he can't make Ardyn talk, then he'll just find the one person who seems to know anything about the man. ...If he's on this side of the island, at any rate.
Trying to get information out of anyone on the other side seems like it would end badly.]
12/1 on - C3 desert, closer to the C2 crossing - open
[Is this a camp?
It sure seems like a camp, tucked into the bend of the river where it just starts to get thick enough that crossing is difficult to impossible. There's what might be a fire pit, and the spot is one of the more defensible ones on the desert side, with the water behind it.
Also, Asch is here, pulling spikes out of the corpse of a walking cactus that looks like it's had better days, given that most of its limbs are chopped off and the torso seems to have been struck by a small bolt of lightning. Surely the sharp, giant needles can be useful for something...
Yeah, it's definitely a camp. Stay a while?]
11/24 - LETS DO THIS
Alas, she's failed to account for her worst enemy of all: lack of moisture. The sun shines down so intensely that she can hardly see at first, dazzled by the sudden lack of shady foliage and the glinting reflection of sunlight on pale sand.]
Well, xuth. Guess it only makes sense to go from flooding to... the complete opposite of floods, huh?
[Her eyes starting to adjust, she lowers the arm shielding them and blinks. She's not here alone, after all, though she's not in familiar company, either.]
At least it's good basking weather, I suppose.
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tim wright | ota | i'll match your formatting
11/27 - 11/28; C2; then my heart drowns out my thoughts, my head's about to explode
11/29 - 11/30; B2; cause i'm really freaking out, too scared of letting you go
11/28
[She's been on the West side for a good day and a half now and her mood is honestly at an all time high. So when she sees Tim wading through the river up ahead, she waves cheerfully, beckoning for him to come join her. Apparently she either doesn't notice or doesn't mind the readied weapons.]
[After all, there are cacti about.]
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Ignis Scientia | Final Fantasy XV | OTA (Moving North from D5, close to the river unless noted!)
(OOC: This prompt carries a chance for violence and injury, especially should Ignis be given any reason to think said person is a threat (real or imagined) to Noctis' survival. Please let me know if you wish to avoid this completely and just want to deal with cold, distant Iggy or if you are okay taking a walk on the wild side. LOL!)
[By the time Ignis separates from his 'team'--and oh, does he use that word lightly--his fingers are nearly twitching to hold a blade and lash out with it. The only thing stopping him is the knowledge that would be allowing his emotions sway over him, and he's had far enough of that lately, thank you very much. He's disgusted at how much he's allowed confused thoughts and emotion to cloud his vision. Far too much time and energy has been wasted so far. There is much to make up for and to secure, and Ignis has no excuse for anymore failure. Not with Noctis' survival both here and back home hanging in the balance.
Finally packing away the conflicting emotions that have plagued him the last few months allows Ignis to sharpen his focus and remaining senses in a way that has escaped him so far. Despite the unfamiliar terrain, he moves with confidence--if a little slower than a normal person. Sound replaces vision; the sound of the river, the wind through foliage, and small animals crawling through branches all paint the picture his missing sight cannot. Eventually, some of those small animals will meet their end with his blades, but for now he focuses on exploring and trusting in the supplies he has with him. It is more than helpful to have the river nearby for fresh water, after all. Food is secondary to exploration and inventory of their new resources. There's much to do and little time to do it.
The longer he remains on the Eastern side, the more distant and focused he becomes. Face impassive, he studies the area around him as much as he can--taking copious mental notes since they are all he can take--before moving on again. Is he stopping to eat? It's hard to say, though it's obvious he's not bothering to stop and tend to the minor cuts and scratches his explorations leave him with.
Time is survival and right now, only Noctis' survival matters.]
Periodically 11/24 & 11/25, Completely from 11/26 Forward: Western Side/Good Side-The Forgiving, The Selfless, The Kind:
[Ignis' explorations generally lead him north along the river, crossing it as he safely can so he can see what is on the other side. As he makes his crossings, though, he slowly begins to realize there's something occurring to him mentally he passes from one side to another. Laser-focused logic picks up emotional and mental changes that have no reason to be happening and emotional gut responses remind him he's no robot no matter how many rumors floating around the Citadel claim otherwise.
When logic and emotion agree, then it's imperative he listen to them.
As time passes, Ignis begins spending more and more time on the Western side of the river. As beneficial as his improved focus is on the other side, it is also extremely dangerous both to him and anyone around him. Noctis' survival is still paramount, but Ignis can't disregard everyone else's survival as well. His prince won't stand for it, for one, and for two, neither will he.
There are less resources on this side of the river, something that becomes obvious to Ignis almost immediately, and that combined with the harsh conditions makes it clear whoever--whatever--created or rules over this island apparently wants people to spend time on the side that brings out their worse traits.
Wonderful... Just what they all need right now--a creature like the Storyteller who thrives on negative emotions. Ignis can't help but hope someone else has a better theory than what he's worked out so far, because this one is certainly not helping his view of divine beings one bit.]
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It doesn't matter; she wouldn't be able to forgive herself if she doesn't offer him some. Mira makes her way over to Ignis and clears her throat. It's hot here, but somehow, she still manages to smile. ]
We keep running into each other. Here, [ she says, holding the container out for him. ] Take it, if you're thirsty.
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Gobbet | OTA | Will Match Formats
[As Gobbet slogs through the river to reach her little campsite, she can already feel the haze of apathy and suspicion lifting from her consciousness. She's long since figured out that there was something very, extremely wrong with the lush forest she's leaving behind. If it wasn't for the contrast of crossing between the sides she might not have noticed, honestly, but as it was she was keenly aware of what it did. It did something to her - to her mind, her perception of the world. Made her indolent. Drained her of her usual fun-loving energy and left behind the stale taste of a dry, nervous mouth.]
[It wasn't worth it.]
[Blessedly, nobody has stolen her left behind gear or the small pile of deadwood she's gathered to dry for a fire. Unhooking the cooking pot from her pack, she dips it into the river and sets it aside to work on coaxing a flame to life in the dug-out firepit. She's running low on fresh water. Dry mouth will do that to you.]
[As she brings the water to a boil, she reflects on this contrast. Despite the heat and the sheer dryness of the air, Gobbet's mood is steadily lifting. Anyone she sees gets the same offer:]
Yo, need water? I've got plenty.
12/01; C3; yeah the kind who fights the good fight
[The spear punctures the plant-like flesh of the cacti with ease. Adrenaline drives the spear deeper. With a whoop not unlike a battle cry from a victorious warrior, Gobbet wrenches the spear upwards and out of the beast. It falls to the ground, lifeless and oozing blood.]
[This is her third kill today. Knowing she's equipped to handle the challenge, she's set out with the goal to thin the herd as much as possible.]
[Wiping the sweat from her brow with a dusty hand, Gobbet nods to passerby and offers a friendly warning.]
Hey, careful passing through. I'm not done weeding.
12/02; E3; not the kind you find fisti-fuckin'-cuffin' in the dirt
[Nobody told her.]
[Nobody told her about the crystalline lake full of rabbits and fresh water with a stone construct in the middle that was probably their ticket home. There were signs that others had been here - footprints, trampled grass, etc. They wanted to leave her behind. Good thing she'd seen the lake from the quarries the other day and decided to investigate.]
[Spear in hand, Gobbet creeps low among the tall grass by the lake's edge. She's watching, waiting. She needs to figure out how to get across. Needs to talk to the deity of this island if possible. So what if the stuff she brought with her gets a little wet? Blankets can dry.]
[Gobbet takes a tentative step into the water. Then another. Another, until she's up to her waist in cool, fresh water. It soothes the heat of paranoia clinging to her skin. Makes her want to lay back and float, just relax in the crystalline waters.]
[She's torn between doing just that and continuing her crossing. Ask her what she's doing standing several feet from the shore, waist deep in water and holding her pack above her head to keep it sort of dry?]
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[Roy's back testifies to his plans: he carries several deceased cacti there, wrapped up in some sort of rather disgusting sinew to form a bundle. He doesn't seem to notice the weight, and most of them have already been stripped of spines so they're not stabbing him relentlessly either.]
If you want to keep them, though, I totally understand.
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Hinata Hajime | OTA
Waking up had been awful and he'd messed everything up. It doesn't matter. He was going to screw up. It was an inevitable situation. Like the futile fight for existence every time the doors opened on another trial. Someone was going to die. That was just a fact. What had been the point?
He had wandered. It seemed better than letting himself pick a direction. He'd stumbled half blindly into the middle of a grove. Hinata had stared at first and sighed.
"So, how is this going to go to hell?"
A - We've fallen again (Closed to Komaeda)
[As futile as it's all going to be, he still combs the area for any kind of threat. There has to be one. Nothing will ever be an easy ride. Yet like the lush landscape, he'd woken up in, the grove of mangoes with the fruit hanging low enough to reach is harmless. He follows the sound of water to the shore and stares out at the water lapping gently just ahead of him.
Snap.
The snap of a twig charges his paranoia into overdrive. He whirls and catches sight of the intruder. Cold fury burns as he marches up the gentle incline to meet the approaching man head on.]
Komaeda! There you are. I've been looking for you!
B - There's nothing pleasant here.
[Another screw-up. Another day. He sits at the center of the grove as he counts the mango seeds he'd acquired for the tree and fruit farm. He should give up. But he can't. What did everyone die for if he isn't willing to keep fighting?]
To delay the inevitable.
[His scrubs his face and breaths in. He can't stop trying.]
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Did it even matter?
When he hears Hinata's call to him he stops, turns and looks at him, he's not surprised, instead he goes from a mildly disinterested expression to a narrow one, and then simply bored.]
Oh, it's you.
[As if Hinata's presence was nothing particularly noteworthy.]
Haa... I wonder if this is luck that brings us here today like this. It's mildly amusing. To run into each other near the sea. So many times near the sea. It's like a constant reminder that everything will eventually go wrong. The sound of waves....
Why would you want to look for me Hinata kun? You're better off not bothering.
Should never have bothered from the beginning. Being lost might have been better.
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It's fine. Probably. She can ignore it. For now, she's going to focus on exploring with Karin. ]
Ready for this, Karin?
[ If anything... she'll look out for Karin above all else. ]
Ginko | OTA
Well, that wasn’t… a great start to this expedition. After arriving, almost immediately being attacked by a giant rock monster (which feels to Ginko like a slightly cruel joke, honestly), and narrowly escaping, he’s found himself separated from Ed and Isabella.
So that is, again, not great.
It doesn’t bother him as much as it might - Ed is generally competent-ish, for the most part, and Isabella seems to know what she’s doing pretty well, so he’s hoping they should be fine. But hope isn’t enough to keep him from wanting to find them, so, as he makes his way through the desert, he’ll keep an eye out for his initial companions.
Along the way, though, it’s far from difficult for his attention to be caught by… basically anyone. Let’s face it, people kind of stick out here.
If he notices someone at night, he’ll make his way over to them, calling out before he gets there to make sure they get some warning. During the day… well, during the day, he’s pretty much trapped under a makeshift shelter made of the cloth he brought with him, hiding from the sun’s harsh light. But he’ll still lean forward a little, raising a hand to try to get their attention.
“--Hey, over here!”
B - Forest - December 2
It was hunger that originally drove him to the other side of the river; searching for Ed and Isabella would be harder among the trees, but he was pretty much out of packed food, and for all he knew they could have moved over there anyway.
By the time he reaches the opposite shore of the river, though, Ginko finds himself reconsidering if he needs to be looking for them at all. He kind of doubts there’s much he could do for them, anyway - or them for him. In the end, they’d all just be slowing each other down, wouldn’t they?
As the hours pass, the solitude offered by the woods seems more and more appealing, the idea of trying to deal with other people going from iffy to outright distasteful. Best case scenario, he’d screw it up, worst case, they’d screw him over. There was basically no winning, there.
In fact, after a while, anyone who he does run into is just going to get… kind of a look. Somewhere between suspicion and distaste.
“...Uh. Hey.”
He is absolutely not happy to see you.