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Entry tags:
- final fantasy xv: ardyn izunia,
- hyper light drifter: the drifter,
- marble hornets: tim wright,
- mushi-shi: ginko,
- npc: balance,
- original: chip abaroa,
- original: mira delacroix,
- pokemon sun & moon: guzma,
- undertale: chara dreemurr,
- voltron: keith kogane,
- ✖ captive prince: damianos,
- ✖ captive prince: laurent,
- ✖ detective conan: conan edogawa,
- ✖ disney: mickey mouse,
- ✖ ffxv: noctis lucis caelum,
- ✖ fire emblem fates: elise,
- ✖ fullmetal alchemist: edward elric,
- ✖ kingdom hearts: xion,
- ✖ next to normal: gabe goodman,
- ✖ off: the batter,
- ✖ off: zacharie,
- ✖ original: kyouko kougami,
- ✖ original: yuka ichijou,
- ✖ overwatch: gabriel reyes,
- ✖ overwatch: jesse mccree,
- ✖ persona 5: akira kurusu,
- ✖ persona 5: goro akechi,
- ✖ shadowrun: gobbet,
- ✖ skyrim: the dragonborn,
- ✖ tales of the abyss: asch the bloody,
- ✖ the long dark: chris baer,
- ✖ the order of the stick: roy greenhilt,
- ✖ undertale: asriel dreemurr,
- ✖ undertale: frisk,
- ✖ undertale: muffet
December Intro: Don't Come Home for Christmas
INTRO LOG: DECEMBER
Who: Everyone!
What: New souls arrive to the archipelago of LifeAftr
When: December 3rd and onward
Where: Monsun
Warnings: Mark as needed!
What: New souls arrive to the archipelago of LifeAftr
When: December 3rd and onward
Where: Monsun
Warnings: Mark as needed!
The Overview: Uncharted Waters
Stay alert, new adventurers; instead of the white-sand beaches of Enso, you will instead be coming to on one of two sides of the relatively uncharted lands of Monsun. Most of the information regarding this peculiar land can be found in the informational post linked, but as a quick-and-dirty rundown: Monsun's western side is a hot wasteland of a desert prone of disasters and mishaps, but will affect your character's emotional and psychological state in a positive sense, while its eastern side is a verdant forest filled with endless resources...as well as a tendency to bring out the absolute worst of your character.
To start with, all new arrivals will be showing up in one of two squares that characters uncovered last month! We are leaving it up to player discretion as to which side of the island your character arrives on, but bear in mind the psychological repercussions!
All new arrivals will additionally awake with knapsacks, their names stitched to the front. The contents of said knapsacks can all be found in your acceptance notices!
Monsun, C4: These Are Your Good Years
You wake to the hot sun steaming overhead, rapidly drying your clothes and belongings, waterlogged from washing upon this desolate shore. The heatwaves shimmer at your vision, distorting your view of the horizon. But if you really squint, it looks like there might be something dark green fringing that pipecleaner skyline, like a lush woodland awaits you on the other side of this desert nightmare. A mirage, maybe?
Whatever it is, you don't get very long to contemplate it. Beneath your feet, the ground has begun to shake as a many-headed horror erupts from the earth. Great streams of pale sand slough from its dry, scaly hide as multiple horned heads unfurl in a hissing inflorescence. The creature's eyes are all pale as grubs; it is quite blind. But that does not mean it cannot smell you.
Assuming your character lasts that long, remember: as physically destructive as Monsun's west may be, your character's most admirable traits will be amplified to their fullest potential by the twenty-four hour mark.
Monsun, D3: Before You Bury Yourself Alive
Those waking on the eastern side of the island, on the other hand, will face a far more pleasing tableau. The temperature is perfect, the sun shines modestly through the canopy of deciduous greenery above your head, and the air is thick and sweet with the smell of fresh fruit.
That's right - within minutes of their arrival, your character will discover several plants laden with fresh wild blackberries.
For that is, after all, the catch: as physically soothing as Monsun's east may be, your character's most hateful traits will be amplified to their fullest potential by the twenty-four hour mark.
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 )
D3 - Morning
This is both said thoughtfully and concernedly to himself as he gathers up his things. His little rucksack contains a lucky roll of the dice, and he intends to use it furtively. He’s a little bit here, there, and everywhere, avoiding uninhabited planes as he monkey-see-monkey-do’s the locals. He’s already pissed off the Batter to other places, and now he’s left with his own thoughts.
“Absolutely no script.”
By now, he’s pacing.
“I can just speak without being prompted to. What on Earth does that mean for my personality?”
A pause, and he shrugs. “I certainly don’t feel any different. Just… less rigid. I feel like I could swear something that’s not ‘hell’ or ‘damn’. Hmmm… ‘fuck’. Allowed to say it! Really makes you feel like you can grow as a man.”
He’s wandering around the place with a winged sword in hand, prodding at the unknown berry that most people considered normal, or so he thinks. Toto, we’re not in Africa anymore. He marveled at the sense of choice earlier, but right now it’s overwhelming. But not totally so. He still… knew… rules. Ones that might not apply to real life, but he had better give a vested try.
“Hello, passerby! I’m going to keep things short, this is my first time on this plane of reality and I’m going to need some serious advice on how to deal with it! For instance, I have never eaten a single thing. Never needed to! It wasn’t— necessary.” (He corrects himself quickly.) “Care to assist? I’ll give a useful item in return.”
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But whatever. Like the merchant was always where he just so happened to be needed, the Batter seemed to have taken that "hobby" up. Also, possibly luckily for Zacharie, the purifier catches him when he's pacing rather then out in the woods and with a sword he knew wasn't a Thing back home.
"You're here." It's probably obvious but to the surprise of no one, the Batter doesn't care.
So, um...hi?
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Someone with a mask and a propensity for inane chatter, apparently. Gabe draws to a bewildered halt upon being accosted with his pack hanging off one shoulder, staring with creased brow at the guy's entire...well, everything. His apparel, his mask, just his whole general air.
It's not normal. It's not even remotely near normal. He knows what off-kilter looks like; he's been that. But this? This doesn't fall even remotely within the parameters of what someone can consider something they expect to see, even on a semi-deserted island.
But something about his words draws its way across the contours of his mind like a razor blade hissing over uncut grass. He's never eaten a single thing, because he's never needed to?
Is this what this is? Has he finally - passed on?
Gabe stares for several long, silent moments before finally speaking aloud.
"Are you dead?"
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Muffet, C4
Over here, dearie- grab on!
[If you look for the source of the voice, you'll end up following the line to the person who cast it- a neatly-dressed spider lady standing on the top of a tall dune nearby.]
[Assuming you're not more creeped out by spiders than the hydra, you might consider letting her pull you to safety...]
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That's her first impression, but her brain shifts gears quickly. Of the two monsters, Muffet is offering to help, can apparently talk, and is cuter. Also, her super strength burned out a while ago, so her chances with the hydra aren't looking great.
Yuka dives to grab the thread, quietly hoping that she isn't throwing herself out of the frying pan and into the fire.]
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Keith, C3 | ota
There had been a dream and then the sweltering heat of a desert wasteland slams down with enough force to rip him out of any daze. Keith grits his teeth and rolls onto his feet. He draws his blade on a force of habit. This is the second time he's been taken somewhere else? Or had it really been just a dream? The ground trembles under his feet and he shift, cursing under his breath as he engages his mask to shield his face from flying sand.
A vast shape rises up before him rippling in serpentine motions that are just visible due to the sand sliding off of a thick scaled hide. He breathes in slowly, his blade transforming into a sword.
A - Yeaaaah, I got the aggro!
[He'd had a decision to make. Keith edges backward as slowly as he dares. The beast will have none of it. It slams the sand with four of its heads and front feet, unbalancing Keith. He's forced to leap back as it sniffs the air hunting for his scent.]
Damn it, I knew something was going to happen!
[He spots a pack nearby with his name on it and bursts into motion, blade held low as he snaps his arm out to seize hold of the pack strap. Time to counter-attack or get out.]
B - Take it back! TAKE IT BACK!
[Somehow, by some grace, he's escaped. The heat drives in past his armor. It feels like baking alive and yet he continues on. His blade had returned to a knife, but he now holds a hatchet in his other hand. He could always hurl it at the next nasty thing he sees. If approached without warning he whips around, blade and hatchet moving fast. He halts the moment he sees a face.]
Who are you and what do you know about this place?
[If the approach is made obvious, the intruder is greeted with him slowing to a stop and staring their way, his mask with its purple circles for eyes and the center purple circle the only form of a face on it.]
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I-I'm Yuka Ichijou, and I don't know anything about this place! When I woke up, I was washed up on the shore, and...
[...It was a dream, right? Jumbled images of crystalline monsters and softly glowing caves. His voice, and that armor...
No, don't doubt it. The Imaginaerium is a dream too, right? That didn't make it any less real. When dealing with situations that make no sense, throw sense out the window and go with your intuition.]
...Sorry if this doesn't make any sense, but have we met somewhere before...?
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B
She shifts her coat around until she's able to lift a hand and wave, cautiously. She's choosing to believe, perhaps optimistically, that this might be a person stuck here too. Or at least someone that might be helpful.]
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[Man, that's just asking for an attack of opportunity...]
Hey! HEY! [His cry is both to let the other man know he's there, and to draw the hydra's attention, as he charges down the hill with his greatsword at the ready.]
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B
My name is Kidwun, and this island is called Monsun. I'm sure I could tell you more, if you'd be more specific.
[A somewhat apologetic shrug.]
I might not give you anything useful, otherwise.
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D3 | OTA prompt
[While not all resources by far have been affected, there are quite a few that have the lingering magical taint of corruption. Some blackberries in particular hold a nasty little surprise for any that might dine upon them--a magical poison, one meant to linger and rot from the inside out...though Chip was a bit, uh. Overambitious. While these berries will have unpleasant side effects, they are hardly of mortal peril--]
[Unless, of course, having a horrible case of the runs is deathly embarrassing for you.]
(( ooc: Not actually going to be replying here, just offering a bit of fun for everyone. Enjoy your gastrointestinal nightmare! ))
goro akechi: c4, b4, b3
He soldiers on, though, useless gun at his side. It's fine, though. Curiously, he doesn't have any inclination to draw it. It might be hot, but there's a sense of determination. Akechi works methodically to the west. Eventually he makes his way around, before ending up where he started.
Certainly he's looking for something... but all he finds is murderous jellyfish and hydras. Along the way, though, he offers a smile to anyone he comes across. ]
Would you like a hand? It's hot, and two heads are better than one.
c4?
[ He watches the sand carefully, as though expecting one of those hydra things to leap out of it but he should be relatively safe on this rock. He takes a deep breath and slowly gets to his feet to get a good look around. He'll need someway to get away from here without getting in the sand but his options seem a little limited. ]
[ He startles at the sudden sound of someone's voice and spins around to face them, looking them over carefully-where had this person come from? Should he trust him? The look of suspicion melt off his face to be replaced with something more fitting the child he appears to be. ]
Um... maybe... [ He starts in the sugary but uncertain childlike tones. ] Can you get me away from here?
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i don't even care he's like circling Asch's camp in C3 without entering it because he a shit
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gabe goodman | d3 | will match format!
night; smash that like button if you think being haunted is kinda hot
morning!
(Like hell he would, it's way too useful to just lob at any old passerby.)
Now seems like a good time to alert the stranger to his presence. If only because an unusual irritation is prickling at the back of his neck the longer he watches. Clearly this is someone who has been starving. Doesn't he know that eating too much too fast will do more harm than good?
Idiot...sigh, someone should probably stop him. Might as well be Chris.
"You're going to get sick." He growls suddenly, taking several confident strides towards the bushes. He rips a handful free and holds it out for the man to see. "Start with something small, in small amounts."
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Night because what a better time
Ohhhh god
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Chris Baer | The Long Dark | Will Match Formats
[The sounds of howling winter winds and the sting of snow on his cheeks faded until there was only silence and a sensation that was less "numb" and more "void of all feeling". The cold stone of the cliffside against his back gave way to nothingness, accompanied by a feeling of falling. The darkest blackness he'd ever seen crept into his vision, blotting out even the spots of white and red he normally saw when he squeezed his eyes shut against the blinding white snow. This, Chris was quite certain, was death.]
[So when he hears the gentle trilling of birdsong and feels the warmth of morning sun on his face, he knows something is wrong. Feeling floods back into his limbs, tells him he's still clutching his hatchet, leaning up against something rough and cylindrical. Most likely a tree, from what he can feel through all these layers. The ground beneath him is a plush carpet of grass. This is not Timberwolf Mountain. This is not where he was mere moments ago.]
[Alive.]
[A little overdressed and too warm because of it, but most definitely alive. Chris opens his eyes, scans his surroundings. Yeah, this was a forest. A verdant forest full of life and warmth and perhaps he had died and this was the afterlife. But he wouldn't need his hatchet in the afterlife. Or this many layers of clothing.]
[...and he certainly wouldn't feel this goddamn hungry.]
[Luckily for him, not two feet in front of him is a mess of blackberry bushes. Tempering urgency with caution, he reaches out and shakes a few loose into his rabbitskin-mittened palm and pops them into his mouth. Sweet, ripe. They explode under the slightest pressure from his teeth in a brilliant flash of flavor, almost colorful in its vibrancy. He takes enough to sate his immediate need before leaning back against the tree (which he still hasn't moved from - he should probably find someplace sheltered soon) and sighing heavily in relief.]
[He takes a moment to paw through the knapsack beside him. It isn't his, but it has his name on it, and some useful supplies are tucked away within. He's not about to argue with a gift like this. Setting his hatchet down briefly, he flexes his fingers just to feel them move without being frostbitten and sore. While he's at it, Chris sheds his coat, mittens, toque, and scarf. Too hot for all that. It's strange feeling hot after so long in the cold.]
[It's strange being alive when he knows he just died.]
afternoon on E3; think back to what it was like to be young
He hasn't had to travel far to reach the shores of a beautiful, crystal-clear lake. Chris stares at his reflection in the water for a long moment. The face he sees is thinner and tanner than he remembers it being. Three months in the snowy wilderness will do that to a man. But it's an excellent opportunity to rinse the blackberry juices from his hands, splash some cool water on his face, and get ready to scout out a good location for home base. Honestly the lake's shore is looking like a pretty good spot, despite being hard to defend and devoid of natural shelter. That's what lean-tos are for, though.
The only thing more interesting than a source of water is the multitude of rabbits he's seen so far. Before he even starts to gather wood for shelter and fire, he makes a rudimentary noose snare from deadwood and the rope in his knapsack. Chris sets it down outside of one of the rabbit holes and starts the next task: foraging for wood.
Perhaps you've run into him in the forest? Or have you found his snare? Either way, the hatchet-wielding man doesn't seem happy to see you.
evening on E3; toss your regrets into the flames one by one :cw: gutting a rabbit?
[The day has been long, but it has been productive. With his coat acting as a makeshift bedroll, a small fire crackling happily away in a rock-ringed pit, and a clear, starry sky overhead, Chris is content. For the first time in a while, he is comfortable and well-fed. He pauses his work on the rabbit flayed out in front of him to breathe in the night air. A smile works its way over his lips. Despite it all, here he is. Surviving and borderline thriving.]
[Already, some of the meat is sitting near the fire on a flat rock, browning at the edges while he works to add more to the pile. The smell is sure to attract predators - be it humans or animals - so he's made sure his hatchet is well within reach. At every sign of movement in the darkness he reaches for it, holds it up threateningly, cranes his neck to see what might be there.]
[His body language is clear whether he's cleaning his kill or threatening every ghost in the dark: Fuck. Off.]
damen, d3. will match format, ota.
and see that maybe you need me
you need me, dipshit. | later in the day
His absolute first instinct, honestly, is that Damen is so much fucking trouble. You sacrifice yourself for a guy and he still has the audacity to fuckup into more trouble. But Laurent's missed him, just as honestly; no Arles-forest can overwrite a year of being without him. But at the same time-
(damen- no, no-why are you here-)
Don't mind Laurent just stopping short where he is, staring, the dim awareness of his incongruous look at the back of his mind. His clothes are too-modern and his hair is too long. He’s a little older than he should be too, already twenty-one. He wonders if Damen won't recognise him- Oh he must look like such a sight- but that's just the paranoia talking. Those are the same wide, blue eyes that looked upon the Akielon in horror at Ios.]
Damen?
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Xion | Starting in D3
[So the dream hadn't been a dream after all. It'd felt just like one, in so many ways, and yet. Here she was, in a place that wasn't Twilight Town. Wasn't back on the world she'd fought so hard to return to.
Had the whole thing been a trick after all? Had Zo failed? Had someone intercepted her on the way home? Come to think of it, there was probably more than one person who had powers like that, across the universe.
That didn't make the situation any less frustrating. Didn't calm the frustration that tied her stomach into knots and hummed in her bones.
She's looking for someone, anyone. Because she has questions to ask.]
Are you trapped here too?
[The question is frantic, brusque, even harsh if it's late enough. Her keyblade is drawn, nonetheless. She trusts absolutely none of this supposed paradise.]
C3 - Limits
[She does cross the river when she gets there. The opposing landscape may look desolate, but if anything, she trusts the obvious desolation rather than the deceptively idyllic landscape of the western half of the island. Not to mention it reminds her a lot of the flat hellscape that surrounded the Tower, the one time they'd been outside it. Or even the destroyed worlds they'd traveled through, looking for their friends. She thought she'd accepted that how and why she felt the Tower was more like her home than anywhere else she'd been, and yet right now she wasn't sure if she wanted to laugh and cry, the idea that she felt more comfortable with that world's desolation.
No. No, if she were honest with herself, she wanted to go back. If she wasn't home, if she wasn't able to fight, it was easier there. Easier than whatever was happening here.
It's only after she hits the shore on the other side that - soaking wet and exhausted - that the feeling of frustrated hopelessness lifts. That the knot loosens. And it's there on that shore that she curls up into a ball and bursts into tears. Of sorrow or relief, she doesn't know. All she knows is that she's pretty sure that, for good or ill, this place really isn't all that different from the one she left.
Eventually though, her exhaustion wins out and she rolls over, turning her face up to the sky to stare at it. This isn't the best place to sleep, but oh she wants to.
At whatever point you run across her, you can approach.]
C3 area - Wildcard
[Xion will probably be sticking to the Eastern half of the island once she gets there, helping out those who might need it as much as she's able. If you have any ideas for then or any other point, let me know!]
C3
[A squeaky voice begins getting closer as Xion lays there. And when she doesn't get up...
... He sticks his head above hers, blinking down at her.]
You okay there, miss?
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c3 obvs considering HIS CAMPING SQUARE... just before she falls asleep right there tbh
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C3
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c3
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Yuka, C4 | OTA
Yuka scrambled to her feet, her sense of danger overtaking her usual morning lethargy. So, some kind of desert island, huh.
She couldn't begin to guess what any of this means, but whatever it was, it would probably be better to face it transformed. Clutching her Shard, Yuka was surrounded by dazzling light for a moment, and emerged close to a foot shorter and much more elaborately dressed.
She felt a bit more at easy in this form, but almost instantly it occurred to her that she didn't check if anyone else was around first. Nobody saw her transform, right...?
-2-
Sand hydras! Honestly, that sounds fine. When it came to fight monsters, Yuka is in her element.
Got a hydra headed your way? Don't worry about it, Reflector Shine is on the case. It stops just short of its prey as she grabs it by thet tail, jaws snapping at empty air. Then, with a yell, she flips it into the air, slamming it down on its back behind her in a cloud of dust and sand.
She takes a moment to catch her breath, and spares a glance away from the thrashing hydra. "Can you fight? I think I only stunned it."
-3-
Unfortunately, Yuka's monster hunting can't keep going that well forever. Half an hour later, when she's in the middle of trying to wrestle one of the things into submission, her power suddenly and abruptly shorts out. Caught off guard by the sudden change, the hydra's next flail of a neck sends her flying. She rolls to a stop and stands up again, but the confidence in her eyes is gone, and her legs are shaking as the fatigue starts to catch up with her.
"What just..." She doesn't fall back immediately, but she knows she can't beat one of these things alone in this stat. "...Sorry, but we might want to run away after all."
2
They draw their blade in a hum of cyan light and streak for the hydra's scaly hide, swiping several times in swift succession at its flank.
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snatches your 1??
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C4
tansunburn[ it'd been... spring time in Tokyo. Pleasantly warm, when he'd left the city, not overly warm and humid like in the Summer time.
This was not pleasantly warm - this was burning, scorching and unpleasant. Enough that Akira can almost feel the water weighing down his clothes hissing and evaporating in real time, and see it burst up in puffs of steam. With a heavy, sweltered sigh, he drops himself down in a spot with as much shade as he can possibly find, to start digging through the things he's now got in his possession, seemingly out of nowhere. ]
Nice of whoever to put my name on it.
[ Not that that's... disturbing or anything. That some stranger was able to find his name out and carefully patch it onto a bag of random goodies. ]
b. get up on the hydra's back
[ It doesn't take long for him to feel a rumbling underground. It's what he's attuned to - sensing and anticipating threats. It feels like it's coming from right underneath him, and that's enough to get him running... but only until he can feel the rumbling as close to the surface as he thinks it's going to get, deep and vibrating in his bones.
He can't outrun it, so he turns on his heel and sprints back the way he came and it's a good thing he's quick, because not a second later there's a volcano of sand and ground and a monster explodes into the open, jaws snapping at where Akira had been not a moment before.
As it is, he finds himself tumbling down a thick, sturdy hide until he finds stable enough footing to land in a crouch on the back of the creature. Not ideal, no, but at least he's not having to keep an eye out for anything exploding out of the ground here. ]
Hi there. [ he exhales, maybe a little shakily. his weapons aren't even weapons right now - they're just the fancy fakes they carried into the Metaverse. There's no cognition here to turn them sharp and capable of piercing this hide and doing actual damage. Time to get creative. ] Sorry, but I have no interest in being eaten tody. I'm sure you understand.
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But now? Now, this is very real, and Akechi's blindsided by his appearance. Of course, he's far less angry than he would usually be, considering the nature of this side of the island. Rather, he's relieved to see him here. Akira is a valuable ally, and facing down a monster of this size is not something he wants to do alone. ]
Robin! Megido!
[ The attack connects, long enough to give Akira an opening. ]
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Mostly C4 with a side of D3
[Elise opens her eyes slowly, blinking in the bright sun.]
What happened to the bunny...?
[Still half asleep over here. But after a couple of lazy blinks she gasps and scrambles to her feet.]
Huh? Wha- where am I? Wasn't that... a dream?
[Looking around she notices the knapsack. With her name on it. Maybe... that wasn't a dream...]
C4- after monster
[There is really only one appropriate response to a multi headed monster rising up from the ground in front of you.]
EEEEEEKK!!!
[Elise starts stumbling backward, holding up her staff in front of her protectively. One hand starts fumb,ling for her bag. She has to get to her tome before she's worm food!]
D3- Greener on the other side?
[Now that she's found the river, the other side of the island is a welcome sight. So much better than hot and dusty and full of monsters! Lush and green and are those berries?]
Oh wow! They look so good!
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Mira feels more than a twinge of sympathy, and she makes her way over to kneel down. ]
Hello. Here, [ she says, pulling out a container of water. ] It's very hot here, and I wouldn't want you to dehydrate and pass out.
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Kyouko Kougami | OC | C4
So, then, the next obvious conclusion has to be dreamworld. She’s never seen a part of the Imaginaerium like this, but that doesn’t nesscecarily mean it didn’t exist. But as she looks around and takes in the expanse of searing white around her, Kyouko finds that line of thought doesn’t check out either. The Imaginaerium was warm and bright, yes, but she’d never known it to be this aggressively overheated or this devoid of life. It was lush with flowers, crystals and this whole load of nothing was about as unlike the Imaginaerium as she could have possibly imagined.
So. Two possibilities shot down. With that, Kyouko realizes that she knows exactly what this place is: super weird.
Puffing out her cheeks, she lets out a sigh and carefully scoops up the knapsack at her feet. She’ll root through it in a moment but right now she needs to get moving. She needs to find some kind of shelter from this awful sunlight. At a plodding pace, Kyouko sets off across the sand, calling out periodically into the dry air only half-heartedly, like she doesn’t expect any response. ]
Heeeyyyy! Hello! Anybody out here?
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[ Thank God. Yuka had been wandering the desert for a while now, and had almost given up on finding any familiar sights. But Kyouko was there in the dream, so she kept looking.
Already transformed, Yuka runs towards Kyouko, overwhelmed with relief. As soon as she reaches Kyouko, she pulls her into a tight hug. ]
I was starting to think I was on my own out here!
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Re: Kyouko Kougami | OC | C4
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Chara | OTA
I don't want to fight you. [The child speaks very clearly at the large snake that's reared it's head out of the ground- one of the greatest gifts experience could give, they feel, is the art of dodging. Move, when you feel something is wrong. And something was wrong.
Yet, Chara doesn't seem inclined to run. Their expression is one of thoughtful concern, rather than aggression- their smile isn't there at all, but somehow, the more neutral cast to their face appears far more honest.
The Sand Hydra, by contrast, doesn't appear to be much for talking. It hisses as it dives for them, lightning fast. And again Chara doesn't wait, throwing themself to the side and tucking into a roll as the creature slams into the loose soil, submerging itself in short order.
Nobody is happy with this.
Still, there has to be a resolution. Some manner in which the FIGHT can be ended without bloodshed- without taking yet another life. If there is, Chara will find it. They just have to be patient.
Alternatively, they could also be dragged off before they get killed. That works too.]
C3 | The gifts you're receiving from me will be
C3, in contrast to what can be found to the south, seems... relatively safer. Chara spends a short amount of time exploring along the shoreline, before deciding that this is about as good as it gets. Setting their pack down, they pull out some items that probably seem a little... useless, for an exploration endeavor. A trowel and hand rake accompany a very dirty sweater- dirty as in, filled with dirt.
Inside said dirt is a bunch of very carefully carried flowers- a little tossed about in their most recent fight, but... they should be okay. The root systems look fine, and there's plenty of seeds besides- enough, hopefully, to allow a small patch of golden flowers to take root in Monsun's less than accommodating soil, even if they cast a few longing glances across the river towards the clearly more fertile land.
All in all? Chara looks happy.
C4
[She calls out to them, still warily scanning the area to try and see where the creature is going to come up again.]
Over here, dearie- I think it's best to outrun these things.
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Chip Abaroa | C4 | OTA
But their wanderings do take them toward the river, and it's at a narrower section that they see the sand hydra erupt out of the ground. It's...beautiful. Horrible, powerful.
They have to destroy it.
In their mind, it's probably very impressive the way they come charging out of the bushes looking like Lord of the Flies Lite, leaping out into the water and landing with a huge splash, but in reality it's mostly a lot of hollering and waving arms and falling face first into the river. Chip starts swimming as hard as they can, not thinking about anything but ripping those scaly bodies apart--
--until they do. About halfway across the river clarity hits them like a cold slap in the face, right before the river slaps them as well and leaves them floundering and sputtering.
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Grumbling, and shoving his sunglasses into an inner pocket of his hoodie, Guzma takes a running leap into the water and swims out to get the child. Much like Chip, the effects of the dessert area strike him as well, but it's not as new for him. He grinds his teeth together, hissing out a stream of bubbles - Arceus he hates that forest, but hunger forced him back in - and takes a hold of the kid.]
I got you, kid, hold onto me. [Thank goodness the current isn't too strong, otherwise this'd be a whole lot harder. He's also got Golisopod tucked in his ball if things really get dicey, but that shouldn't be necessary...hopefully.]
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A1: The Great Raft Adventure [closed]
[Lash together walking cacti with hydra sinew, set off across the deep ominous lake on the resulting raft, and hope that strength, ingenuity, willpower, and whatever tricks they could bring to the table are enough to see it across.]
[...okay, it's not MUCH of a plan, but it's better than 'throw Muffet', damn it, so this is the plan he's sticking to.]
[So Roy kneels not far from the edge of the lake, scraping the flawless edge of his greatsword over a cactus trunk and seriously hoping that these creatures really are plant and not animal, for a wide variety of reasons. Several more sat next to him, long tendons tied tight around them in twos and threes to the best of his ability.]
[And despite everything, Roy is practically humming. It's good to have a plan.]
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[Instead she's putting her knowledge of weaving to good use by tying the tendons on and around the cacti with as much care and precision as possible.]
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Crossing the Lake, Entering the Domain of God
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C3 (SHIT SIDE).
C3 (GOOD (?) SIDE).
(WILDCARD).
C4!!!!
But he's here now. He can't remember how he got here - hell, he can't remember much after his run in with that white-haired asshole. That's. Probably something he should be worried about, but if there's anything long-term...he can always just get it fixed. Maybe if he gets fucked up enough the Storyteller will just make him a full on omnic.
Then he wouldn't have to be worried about being cooked alive out here in the desert.
Still, if there's one thing McCree knows about the desert and this...fucked up place in general, finding shelter should be his first priority. It is his only priority at the moment, up until he runs into someone who's made quick work of one of those nasty hydras. It's an impressive feat on it's own, but - it's Gabe. Commander Reyes. There's a twist in his gut, but more importantly there's - a hope.
If Gabe's here, it'll be fine. They'll be able to work it all out.]
Ain't you a sight for sore eyes.
[Just give him a moment to scramble across the sand, alright? These boots were not made for walking.]
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C4...whose woods these are, i think i know
SLIDES IN HERE sorry for the late reply
eyy no worries!
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Ginko | D3 | cw for inevitable violence
At first, the forest’s effects on Ginko were far from dangerous - to those around him, at least. If this had happened a few years ago, when he was as human as he had ever been, it probably would have stayed that way. He’d have been a miserable, antisocial wreck, certainly, but he wouldn’t have been dangerous.
Unfortunately, monster instincts will do a hell of a number on someone’s psychology.
The thing roaming the woods at this point was probably more troll than human, his mind roiling with endless, directionless frustration and suspicion and rage. After so long, any ability Ginko may have had left to tolerate the presence of others is well and truly gone - and anyone he encounters will get only a brief warning in the form of a low, clicking growl before he charges.
December 10 - closed to Ed
That’s another monster.
The barely-a-thought that passes through Ginko’s head doesn’t actually contain any words so much as a vague concept - the recognition that the being he’s come across most recently is, in some ways, like him.
And that is absolutely unacceptable.
(( OOC: So Ginko is at this point basically in an ongoing form of the berserker state outlined in his info post; simply put, he’s running on pure aggression and not thinking about anything other than completely destroying any living thing he comes across. FUN TIMES. So basically tag this if you want your character to be attacked by a very strong angry monster man who doesn’t actually know how to fight but is sure as hell going to try to bite you a lot.
If your character couldn’t/wouldn’t flee and you don’t want them to get trollmurdered (and honestly no fatalities on either side works JUST FINE FOR ME) then hit me up on discord or
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There isn't much time for reactions--as soon as Ginko is spotted Ed lets out a challenging roar and charges straight at him, wings folded tight as he rears back for a full-power punch.
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