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Entry tags:
- dear evan hansen: connor murphy,
- fragile dreams: ren,
- hollow knight: the knight,
- hyper light drifter: the drifter,
- marble hornets: tim wright,
- mass effect: commander shepard,
- mushi-shi: ginko,
- original: chip abaroa,
- original: erika fisher,
- original: mira delacroix,
- pokemon sun & moon: guzma,
- pokemon sun & moon: luna,
- undertale: asgore dreemurr,
- undertale: chara dreemurr,
- voltron: keith kogane,
- ✖ captive prince: damianos,
- ✖ captive prince: laurent,
- ✖ cat-eyed boy: cat-eyed boy,
- ✖ disney: mickey mouse,
- ✖ ffxiv: tataru taru,
- ✖ ffxv: prompto argentum,
- ✖ juuni taisen: ushii,
- ✖ loveless: ritsuka aoyagi,
- ✖ marble hornets: brian thomas,
- ✖ marvel 616: wade wilson,
- ✖ next to normal: gabe goodman,
- ✖ odin sphere leifthrasir: ingway,
- ✖ off: the batter,
- ✖ okami: amaterasu,
- ✖ original: darja popova,
- ✖ original: isette of khia,
- ✖ original: kyouko kougami,
- ✖ original: sonje forstner,
- ✖ original: yuka ichijou,
- ✖ overwatch: jesse mccree,
- ✖ owlboy: otus,
- ✖ persona 5: akira kurusu,
- ✖ persona 5: goro akechi,
- ✖ pluto: epsilon,
- ✖ red vs. blue: franklin delano donut,
- ✖ shadowrun: gobbet,
- ✖ soul eater: maka albarn,
- ✖ star wars: rey,
- ✖ tales of the abyss: asch the bloody,
- ✖ the adventure zone: lydia,
- ✖ the adventure zone: magnus burnsides,
- ✖ the walking dead (game): clementine,
- ✖ undertale: muffet,
- ✖ yuki yuna is a hero: karin myoshi
January Intro: I Know the Winter's Getting Colder
INTRO LOG: JANUARY
Who: Everyone!
What: New souls arrive to the archipelago of LifeAftr
When: January 5th and onward
Where: Chol and surrounding waters
Warnings: Mark as needed!
What: New souls arrive to the archipelago of LifeAftr
When: January 5th and onward
Where: Chol and surrounding waters
Warnings: Mark as needed!
The Overview: New Lands
New arrivals will not be waking in the typical hub of activity; instead, they will find themselves coming to on the small island of Chol. While the island's fringes are little more than an unforgiving spread of craggy, canyon-like rock and coastal cliffs, the island dips down to form a fertile divot of edenic woodland in its center. The people living there will even be helpful and polite to you, should you inquire after them.
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!
Icebreaker: This is the Winter of Our Youth
Unless you're someone with a fondness for the cold, you'll undoubtedly be waking with more than a slight chill in your bones. The appearance of the island of Chol has signaled a coming event of great import in LifeAftr, and unfortunately, the signs of that event's approach have already been set in motion. The temperature has begun to drop as the sun's rays begin to die, faster and faster, leading to an impressive cold snap in the ocean waters - particularly those surrounding Chol.
It is for that reason that you won't be waking on Chol, per se. Instead, you'll be waking on a thick crust of ice that's mantled itself over the ocean waters, freezing solid enough to bear your weight...for the most part.
Mainland: When We Pick Over the Past
Should you make it to the land of Chol, braving the iced-over waters surrounding its craggy shores, you'll encounter something at least as startling - the people who have elected to set up a rudimentary encampment upon its lands. While a bit on the scalier side, the Jormun are nonetheless allied to you land-dwellers, and will welcome you to the island.
Those who might have braved the cold a little too fiercely will quickly be offered some rather rough blankets - perhaps more on par with burlap sacks in terms of texture - as well as a hot brew that the Jormun call brrkshavak. Heated to a boil just prior to being served, the drink will be more than adequate in warming your weary bones, though it bodes mentioning that it is both scalding hot and made with a fleshy kind of undersea herb that is akin to crushed chili pepper in taste.
It'll warm you up, all right.
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 )
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[ They didn't really expect to wake up at all, but life works in mysterious ways. They're small enough that even if they thrashed, they probably wouldn't cause much of a disruption on the ice.
As it is, they roll over and stare in bafflement at a clear sky. This is not Hallownest. This is not even underground.
They take stock of their surroundings and get to their feet; they heft their new knapsack onto their back and begin to trudge to shore.
People also waking up on the ice, or looking out to the frozen sea, may see a small, roughly squarish mass approaching. The size of their burdens far outstrips the Knight themselves. ]
B: oh geez don't fall in
[ If you're having trouble out on the ice, the Knight is here to help as best they can!
They can pull a surprising amount of weight for their small size, but it's more likely that they'll just try to hurry you along and pick up your burdens. There's only so much one bug can do. ]
C: Getting Warm
[ They're not much of a good conversationalist (or able to carry a conversation at all), but they can mime well enough and listen enough to figure things out. The Knight drifts close to other people's conversations to try and gain more understanding, a tiny monochrome figure in a more colourful world, and is easily noticeable.
Just don't expect them to talk in response to any question you might have of them. It's not like they have a mouth to speak, after all.
Sometimes, if you look cold enough, they'll instead be silently offering a blanket or holding up a cup of whatever the Jormuns are serving. They seem very insistent that you take whatever they're holding, too. ]
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[She doesn't seem surprised to see such a small creature carrying the knapsack that indicates a castaway- if anything, it makes her feel a bit fond towards them, as they remind her of her smaller relatives. She smiles at them in greeting, the expression friendly and gentle despite the sharpness of her fangs.]
Hello, little one. I take it you've only just woken up here...?
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First, it's on an island...surrounded by water. There is so much water. It's beautiful-- but still really cold, and...his little friend is here. Otus remembers that tiny Friend shaped being as one who helped remove the thorns that ailed him...in whatever powerful dream he just had.
A harsh wind blows, and his cloak is pulled more around himself. Thick and dense, it acts as a good shield against the blowing wind. The feathers on his forehead billow in the direction of the gales that surround them. It's too windy to fly, and even fully clothed, it's way too brisk.
Being near his friend, for now, is okay, and he sort of stands awkwardly nearby, cloak pulled around his torso. Long time, no see, little frand. A soft whistle helps him announce that he's here, but he's not sure if he should expect to be remembered or not. It was a dream, after all. ]
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[All told, they look more like the beings of the Drifter's own world than most creatures here. The change is a welcome one. The Drifter adjusts the cloth mangle around the lower half of their face, shaking their head in polite refusal for the blanket. The companion sprite at their shoulder whizzes around to project a faint line of text, slightly blocky and tinted pink, but nonetheless readable:]
not cold
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Isette
[ Isette isn't exactly a stranger to waking up cold. She doesn't always have the luxury of firewood or coal, so some nights she just curls up under her cloak and a blanket and calls it a night. Waking up on literal ice, though, that's new.
It takes her a few moments to get her bearings. She's on... open water. Well, frozen open water. Nothing like where she was used to. Her pack was here, but... so was another one. With her name on it. Nice. And she wasn't with her usual set of companions. Not nice. ]
By the moon and stars, what's going on? [ She picks up what she's got. This is all very. Well. Something. But she'll figure it out once she's on actual land. Maybe she can make a fire, then start to wrap her head around this all. She begins moving, but also keeping an eye out for anybody else - or any unseen dangers. ]
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Noooo! [ Isette's cry isn't loud, more. Quiet and pathetic. She's picking herself up off of the ice, and her pack - the new one, the bigger one - is lying about five feet away. The pack is surrounded by cracks in the ice, a testament to its rough landing.
To anybody who had been paying attention nearby, the girl had tripped. And fallen. And flung her pack as she fell.
To those only paying attention now, this girl is searching through a second, smaller pack - desperate to find something she can use to pull the other pack back to her without having to tread on that cracked, cracking ice. ]
Useless - useless! All of this is useless...
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[ And on Chol itself! Isette didn't go very far inland - just to a spot where a rock outcropping blocked most of the wind. She's taken a seat on the ground and has her new pack open, its contents spread on the ground in front of her. She seems to have already sorted them.
In one pile; a canister, a coil of rope, a hatchet, and a toothbrush - sitting on top of the canister, she's not going to let it touch the ground. In the other pile; a jug that seems to be full of something, a mysterious pendant shaped like a tear drop, and bulb-shaped plant-bulb of unknown origin.
She's frowning at these items and muttering to herself under hear breath. ] Okay, now where did these all come from? What's the purpose of these ones...?
[ Character notes: Isette is a young adult, but very short and somewhat malnourished so she tends to get mistaken for a kid. She's dressed in a black robe, albeit one with a lot of patches sewn over holes, and blue and brown wool clothes underneath. They're definitely not modern make. But by material they should be a bit warmer than usual, though not winter gear. ]
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They put their own pack down - it won't be useful here - and give Isette's hand a reassuring pat. In their own way, they're trying to tell her that it's fine.
Then they run out over the cracked ice, which barely shifts under the little bug's miniscule weight, and begin to drag the knapsack off the danger zone. They wouldn't dare to lift it and carry it - more pressure could cause it to go right through - but they can certainly pull large weights without much trouble. ]
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[But needs must, and by now she's started to catch on to the suspiciously regular timing of their waves of new arrivals. Sure enough, heading over to Chol to speak with the Jormun some more reveals a number of new faces.]
[Seeing as she doubts most of them came prepared for this chill, she gathers up a few supplies and sets out to greet and guide who she can find, walking carefully over the ice. Among the supplies- and bless the Storyteller for their choice of gifts- is her jug of warm wassail. Anyone who wants a warm drink but isn't quite as fond of spicy food as the Jormun are is welcome to have some.]
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[It's not like she's never meet strange beings, or even spider people. But they'd been residents of the Dream World--the waking world only had humans. And this clearly isn't the Dream World...
But this isn't the first physical nonhuman she's met here, so she's only mildly surprised. At least the spider woman seems friendly? And honestly the cold that causes her breath to mist and her hands to clutch her arms is a greater concern. It isn't as bad as it could be--she's wearing a fake leather jacket with "I'm a mindreader" lettered on it and underneath it a long sleeved shirt. But it's too thin for the cold--it's more early spring wear than winter wear.]
Hello there, do you know where this is?
[She's wearing the knapsack she got while lugging her red 'leather' handbag. Thank goodness she's reasonably fit.]
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FREE SCARVES
Of course though, by midafternoon, she finds out that new arrivals are here, and the more pressing need takes over.
She can be found near the mana pool later in the day, waving and calling out to passers-by.]
Hello everyone, I've got scarves! Please, feel free to take one, I've got plenty.
[She steps towards anybody nearby, trying to make eye contact. It's an old salesman's trick - if they make eye contact, they've acknowledged you, and you're that much harder to ignore or refuse.]
I can make anything else you might need, too!
[[ooc; everyone gets a free scarf. EVERYONE. E V E R Y O N E. Note that they're undyed, and mostly made of cotton, wool, or coconut fibers.]]
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'Tis a gracious gesture. And an easy way to drum up commissions.
[no judgement, he knows how it is]
Are you capable of shirts, and what kind of barter would you be interested in?
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dont b nice to him he doesnt deserve it
wrong character to be saying that kind of stuff to
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THANKS TINYMUM
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ox | juuni taisen
[ Ox breathes out hard as he awakes, feeling the bite of the cold first. His eyes open as he looks around confused at his surroundings. This isn't what he had expected, but it also is not unexpected. Lying on his side, he can pick up the sound of something beneath the cold ground and realizes that he's actually on ice. ]
Well. [ The first thing to do is to pick up the knapsack that has his name on it. It would appear this is of some importance. He takes a peek inside to see what is present: nuts, hammer, tin pots, rubbing alcohol, some sort of jug filled with an unknown liquid and a pendant that has some unnatural glow to it. His lips press together in thought before he slings it over his shoulder. ]
First, it is best to reach land. [ He is bewildered; he is dumbfounded, but standing around will not get him anywhere. The sound of water just beneath the ice indicates that it could very well break -- so leaving is for the best. But he stops as he notice someone having issues.
Stepping forward, he holds his hand out: ] It is very dangerous to stay here. Please allow me to escort you to land. Are you too frozen, perhaps? [ The implication being that even if he, too, feels the cold that he would still be willing to carry them to shore. ]
B: SHARE A DRINK
It is surprisingly cold. I had not expected snow. [ The dry tone which he speaks almost makes it sounds like he expected to arrive in this place at all. Again, that is hardly the case, but he cannot do anything about the tone of his voice. Ox feels the chill down to his bones, bringing an ache to his fingers.
He's grateful for the rough blankets offered. In return, he feels a debt owed and intends to fight in the siege mentioned. But that will be some time -- and it is best to tend to one's body before the battle begins. Digging through the sack, he locates the jug of unknown liquid. He's surprised that it still feels warm, and somehow, he's a little more inclined to try it over what the Jormun is offering.
Not because he does not trust the Jormun, but because what is being offered appears to be scalding hot and meant to be eaten at that burning temperature. No, thank you. He decides instead to locate a glass to pour some of the unknown liquid into. A pause as he holds up the jug. ]
I cannot say that this is safe or not, but I intend to take all responsibility if it turns out to be poison. Either way, it appears a lot less burning than what is being offered. So, I'll offer what I have to you, too.
C: WILDCARD
[ These don't work? Throw anything you like at me. ]
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[All right, so maybe not a bad association. But it's not a pleasant one, to be certain. He doesn't think fondly of horned people, because his only experience with them boils down to "Ozuma isn't the most competent god this side of the cosmos," no matter how well-meaning he might've been.]
[So Ox's horns get a brief, narrowed-eye look before Tim allows his more typical chary uncertainty to take precedence. He nods in the direction of the jug]
...it's kinda like cider. Always hot, refills once a day. Everyone got one.
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Otus | Owlboy
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[It's not light at all, really: it's just a very speedy Drifter, chaining their dashes with enough cautious timing to ensure the ice does not crack beneath their feather-light steps. When they skid to a halt, however, the thick crust groans at the slight impact as it kicks up a spray of frosted white snowflakes.]
[They don't waste time with words, just yet, but simply point to the shore. We need to move, and quickly.]
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A. is for A Good Dog Meets A Good Owl
B is for BEST DOG
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fam ;A; <3
clementine | 5th | closed + open
Re: clementine | 5th | closed + open
He'd almost lost hope when he realized he was starting to forget the details of her face.
This morning was more or less the same-- Wade picking his way through the more verdant region of the island, his knapsack full of supplies on his back. His overactive metabolism means he's largely unaffected by the cold, but that doesn't necessarily mean he doesn't notice it. The terrain seems to be getting more and more frost-rimmed every day, and the sun has grown an unnerving shade of red-orange. If Munin and her people are to be believed, it will only be a matter of time before...
The walkie-talkie in his pocket suddenly comes alive with a quiet bark of static, loud enough to make Wade jump and place his hand on the holster at his belt before he realizes what has made that noise. Damn thing must be malfunctioning. Figures a dog deity would give me a walkie-talkie that doesn't even work--
A soft and decidedly young voice puts an end to his inner monologue, and Wade feels a chill creep into his bones that has nothing to do with the environment. That voice... It couldn't be. He's just finally going crazy, that's all. His mind's playing tricks on him. It wouldn't be the first time he'd had auditory hallucinations, after all.
And yet... He finds himself digging the walkie out of one of the pouches at his belt, pressing the talk button, and hesitantly giving an answer.]
...Hello?
[He's just imagining things, clearly. Jumping at ghosts. It's not like anyone would actually answer.]
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GOOD HELLO
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[Strictly speaking, Asgore has not been Underground for several months now. But the laboratories of Aperture Science are still not quite the surface, and he lies still on the ice for a moment just looking up at the stars.
The chill reaches through his fur rather quickly, though, and without fully thinking about it, he clambers to his feet. Only after, at the sound his claws make on the ice, does he realize this may have been a hasty move.]
...ah.
[That looks rather thin, doesn't it? Certainly for someone of his size, it isn't safe at all.
He takes a second longer to look around, down at the ice, and then up towards the nearby island. Walking on this is a bad idea, but there really does seem to be nothing for it. His magic is still with him, unlike in the hospital, but none of it can particularly help him with this. So, very very gingerly, he starts to inch his way towards shore.]
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[After reaching shore, Asgore's quick to gravitate towards what small crowds there are. At first he spends a little while walking around scanning faces, as if he's looking for someone. There's no reason to really expect that any of his friends were brought here as well, even though he was just with them - that is not, he has learned, generally how this sort of thing works. And yet, and yet...
When he finally gives up, he moves alone to a larger unoccupied area, flat and clear of plant life. After conferring with the Jormun, of course, because it would be terribly rude to startle their hosts with this sort of thing, he flicks a paw at his chosen spot, causing a fairly large fire to roar to life, and settles down to warm himself. There's no wood or any obvious source of fuel, but it keeps on burning, and Asgore is quick to beckon anybody who passes by.]
Please, sit and warm yourself if you like. I promise it is quite safe.
[...at some point, he also starts unbuckling his armor, setting the pieces aside. Once that's done, leaving him in only the thinner clothes he wears underneath, he unclasps his cape just long enough to pull a bright pink sweater over his head. It says MR. DAD GUY on the front. Once it's on, he replaces the regal-looking cape over top of it. So, that's a thing that is happening.]
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Then he starts a fire and they skitter back some distance, because anything that can magic up lights and fires doesn't fill them full of confidence, to put it lightly.
He doesn't seem to talk like that dream of sunlight, though. He seems more intelligent than that. So they slowly creep back into the radius of the fire, a little ghost with a bone-white mask, to look at Asgore from across the flames.
They seem to be studying him intently, radiating curiosity. ]
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tim wright | ota | mostly on chol mainland with fREE FLARE GUNS FOR ALL
[They're probably not, but it pays to make sure.]
[Tim is, as usual, smoking, perched atop a barrel of something or another with several flare guns piled at his feet. He's also scraped together a rudimentary fire pit and lit up a small but healthy blaze, in case you just need a place to warm up by the fire. Just, you know, ask about his flare gun discount. There is no discount. They're free. Please take them off his hands.]
[ooc: if you want a flare gun, just let me know! We can thread it out if you want, but if you wanna handwave obtaining one, feel free!]
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Except it can't be that amazing because she's staring at his face with panicked expression. There's...smoke?? By his mouth? An ember that's attached to a weird stick that's getting too close to his face. Does he not see that? Should she say anything? She wonders how much he was exposed to in the hospital he grew up in. Maybe it's like her-where he had to learn things on the fly? He might not understand that fire and smoke shouldn't be that close to you and-
Did smoke come out of his mouth?? Does he know there's a fire in his mouth?]
I'll get you water. I'll find some-you'll feel better if you drink that.
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Sonje was awake, and kind of confused. The dream of the Storyteller gave her SOME context, at least. More immediately pressing was that she was lying on ice and fully armed and armored in half-plate. She was already a big girl, so moving around too much with this much weight on her felt ill advised. She didn't have a lot of experience with moving around on ice. She didn't have a good idea on how much weight it could carry.
Sonje started carefully taking her armor off, one piece at a time, with increasingly cold fingers. Each time she took off a piece, she slid it landwards, lowering her weight slightly. She didn't want to actually try standing until she wasn't weighed down so much.
Anyone considering messing with the pile of armor bits lying over there on the beach would be advised to remember that the woman sliding them over was almost six feet tall and had a sword. She looked determined.
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Sonje sat, safely on land and surrounded by busy fishmen. She had a rough blanket over her shoulders, and two backpacks sitting next to her, one of which had a neatly tied up bundle of armor hung from it. She also had a mug of brrkshavak, which she was slowly sipping from. She winced at the spiciness with every sip, but didn't stop. Warmth was worth her tongue being on fire.
When she noticed someone was watching her (you) she tensed up, but didn't say anything immediately. What could she say right now? She was lost and adrift and didn't know what was going on other than that apparently some kind of battle was coming. This stranger might take whatever she said as a horrible offense! But what if they thought silence was ALSO offensive!? Why was talking to people so hard!?
Eventually, without actually making eye contact, Sonje mumbled "...Hello."
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[He supposed he should be grateful- he was alive, and the dreams had explained some of his current predicament. But if he was being honest it was difficult to not just lay on the cold ground and wait for death. It was certainly what he deserved after everything.
But once he hears the ice cracking he's up in a flash, survival instincts kicking in.
He was, after all, shockingly hard to kill. As much as he hated living, he was very very good at doing so. Anyone near by only has a few moments to take in the man dressed more for blazing desert heat then the snow, what with his bare chest and loose pants, before that man is gone.
The ice was brittle, and while he was lighter then some men, he didn't want to risk it. So with a small bit of magic the man morphs down into a rabbit-like creature, about two thirds his earlier height, and with much sturdier feet. And he's off in a flash, having a much easier time on the slick ice with his built in snow shoe paws.
Anyone curious about the trick might find him on the shore a small bit later, still in said form, pawing through the knapsack he woke with, mumbling to himself]
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[Ingway isn't a pooka for long though, and can be found huddled with other arrivals in his new rough blanket and a scarf, sipping at the brrkshavak.]
Heh, I've had pure Haneberisto juice that had less of a punch.
[He doesn't sound displeased by this though. If anything he's drinking QUITE a bit of the hot liquid.... and the heated drink he found in his knapsack. Together.]
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[Is it possible to wake up only to find yourself inside another dream? Well, Ritsuka wouldn't be surprised by it at this point.
The icy wind and coldness radiating from the ice and water around him both feel real but they possibly couldn't be? The only thing keeping him from panicking is the strong confusion of the situation. His legs feel numb but it might as well be because of the cold. He might be lucky to be wearing his winter coat but even it doesn't protect from everything -- sitting on ice has made his pants around the knees wet.]
Sou-- [He starts, feeling a little startled by seeing his own breath white. This is getting really spooky.] Soubi! [He calls out after a moment of hesitation.] Soubi! Anyone?!
[He cries out couple more times before silencing his voice, deciding to save his energy. His knees shake a little but he eventually gets up and he takes a better look at around, trying to scout out for other possible people but so far he can only see arctic around him. The ice which he's standing on doesn't feel secure and Ritsuka starts to take careful steps towards the shore, hoping that there's stronger ground ahead of him. Dream or no dream he needs to get out of here.]
[It's cold outside]
[After some struggle he's managed to make it to the solid ground from the ice. With his arms wrapped around his slim figure, one hand pulling the newly found knapsack behind him, he's wading through the snow. Oh how he wishes he had some gloves with him. He eventually stops to sit on the rock that's clear from any snow. The weather isn't unbearable but still chilly enough to cause discomfort and he can feel a nasty sweat running down his back. Walking in this kind of terrain is surprisingly tough.
His ears droop down and tail curls down next to his leg. And while he takes break from exploring his current surrounding he starts going through his belongings. The first thing he digs out from his satchel is a cellphone -- only to find it unresponsive. Maybe it's the cold that's affecting to it? It's frustrating and in fact kind of scaring but he can't linger on such thoughts for long. After that he opens the mysterious knapsack with his name on it.
To his disappointment there doesn't seem to be anything useful in the bag. Wood saw is a little alarming but not something that could help him right now. But just as his eyes land on the jugs inside bag he realizes just how much he's starving. He's really starting to lose his energy or so he thinks. The wassail looks suspicious so he pulls out the one containing the milk, removes the lid and starts to drink. For once it doesn't bother him that it's condensed, he is that thirsty.
He actually has to hold himself back not to drink it all in one go and once he pulls it away from lips he let's out a loud sneeze.]
Achoo! Oh, crap. [He growls quietly to himself and wipes his nose on his sleeve.]
[But first let me take a selfie]
[Unfortunately, the disappointments didn't stop to the malfunctioning phone. As it turns out the digital camera he carries to pretty much everywhere refuses to work.]
You gotta be kidding me! [He cries out in the frustration as he keeps trying to turn it on. His brows are knitted in a frown and his biting down on his lower lip, expression shifting between anxious to anger. Finding his camera not working might as well be the last drop for him. The things back at home had been stressful and he was just about to find out answers to his questions about the mystery behind Seimei.. He had no proper food or clothing on him. He was alone since no one else seemed to have their ears left. He can't take contact to Soubi or anyone else with his phone.. And now this.] There was lot of important memories there.
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So when they come across a shivering, much larger person, they take stock of the situation quickly - and then hold up a hand. They'll be back!
Then they run off.
And when they do come back, they've wrapped a blanket around themselves and have a bowl of something steaming hot held in both hands, to prevent spillage. They offer the bowl insistently; they don't seem to want to take refusal as an option. ]
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Erika Fisher | Original | OTA
This… cannot be good.
Erika sits up a little more quickly than might be entirely advisable, looking over her surroundings with a look of horrified bewilderment, one hand already going to the holster under her jacket.
She can’t have been caught, she would have noticed anyone coming up on her first. If they were human, at least, which-- shit. Goddammit is this a fae thing? She’s pretty sure she hasn’t done anything to piss them off, but then that probably means jack-all to those confusing assholes.
On the other hand, she’s not sure how much of the Other Place would be this… frigid. But there’s probably some, right?
Considering her situation, however, isn’t getting her anywhere. So it’s not long before she’s trudging over the ice, her suddenly-insufficient jacket zipped up tight and the mysterious knapsack (which she’s pretty sure is some kind of a trap, but if she’s screwed already she might as well go all the way with it) hanging from one shoulder.
When she catches sight of someone else, she speeds up. “Hey! You know what’s going on here?”
B - Chol
“I don’t want any of your shit! Back off.”
Evidently, not everyone appreciates the Jormuns’ hospitality as much as they maybe should. Erika, for one, looks downright suspicious, her teeth bared and her shoulders tense as she takes a pointed step back from one of the fish-people.
“Listen, I took the damn pack, and I’m sure that was some kind of a trap, but you’re seriously kidding yourself if you think I’m drinking anything you guys give me.”
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(( OOC: Want to do something outside of these prompts? Go for it! Feel free to message me here or at
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"Hey, lady." She butts in, storming forwards to stand by the Jormun's side. "You just show up today?"
She must look quite out of place next to the scaly sea dweller. Tusks, dreadlocks, and two beady sets of eyes peering out from the folds of her clothing at either hip. Curious.
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[Cat-Eyed Boy hisses to himself when he wakes up and uncurls slowly, looking around with a great deal of confusion.]
What the hell-? [He gropes around before recognizing the knapsack next to him, with his name on it. He grabs it suspiciously, staring down at it before reaching in to root around. After a bit, he starts out across the ice slowly, his own bindle stick still slung over his shoulder and the bolt of cloth wrapped around his own neck like a crude scarf. He does his best to give other people a wide berth, but if they call out to him he might stop for a chat.]
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[It's mainly the presence of other nonhumans that gets Cat-Eyed Boy to accept the hospitality of the people here. Even so, he stays curled up in one corner, sucking slowly on a bit of the rock candy he got. He's mostly watching everyone passing by, eyes narrowed for any sign of hostility towards nonhumans.]
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[Damen is decidedly human, even if his boyfriend is less so, but he's attempting to chat with as many of the new arrivals as possible in between running around for the Jormun and you know. Make sure they're not going to die before the sun does.]
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It's.... cold.
This isn't surprising, obviously. What's surprising is how much he's feeling it. As a robot, he was aware of temperatures but he didn't 'feel' them in such a... physical way. It's not like a meter inside his processors, it's not a surface-level sensor. It's... penetrating, he feels it beneath the bark and in the pulp of his wood.
It's actually pretty miserable, bordering on--no, this would probably be considered painful, he's sure.
So, that's.... bad.
And so is the fact that his roots are determined to absorb the water they're treading on. Because as he walks, they come into contact with the ice with each step, and with each step, he feels the ice freeze to that moisture, and each time he lifts his foot--
It's like a thousand needles in his bark, threatening to strip another layer. His bark is designed to shed, but not like this.
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Even more of that moisture freezes, this time deep into the root.
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Inland.
He's avoiding encampments, with their burning campfires and wooden structures. The people are friendly enough, but he isn't feeling well enough to watch the broken bodies of his closer kin turn to ash. Away from that, though, while there's still no sun, he does find rich, sandy soil and healthy trees. Trees who tell him it's not always like this. That the sun comes out, and this cold is unusual.
He lays his clawed hands on their bark, listening to their confident memories of warmer, better weather. He may be listening a bit too closely, for soon Epsilon appears to have all but merged with the tree itself--a brightly coloured (un)natural extension of the natural flora of the island, his vines wrapped in circles around the trees' trunks and entangled with their branches and leaves, his roots buried in the earth.
He doesn't react or look especially cognisant of anyone's approach, but if they walk upon the ground, he and the trees around him certainly are.
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[Surprise me!]
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But it's... well, it's a lot of people. And, sooner or later, it was kind of inevitable that his desire for quiet - and to explore - would get the better of him. He was aware, of course, of the likelihood that he would run into someone else out here, and that was fine with him.
He was not expecting to catch sight of a tall, multicolored, familiar form among the trees ahead of him.
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Y'all really can't sit still, huh? Durants in your pants or something? Tch.
[Turning around, once the hat is removed, Luna will be met with a familiar sight. Not necessarily the man right away, but a thick, golden chain with a skull-like pendant. It's Guzma, obviously, but he's wearing his Team Skull necklace again. Why? Well, the reason may present itself soon enough, given there's another part of a silver chain sticking out from his pocket.
He gives her a searching glance, then seats himself a few feet away given their, ah...previous conversation...and sighs when he spots the paleness of her bare legs and just how spotted they are with goosebumps. Idiot girl, she's been here for this long and never once asked for a change of clothes... He has one favor left, but he already has a plan for it. Maybe if he hits up that little elf lady - what was her name again? Tattoo? - he could have her stitch together some stockings to keep the poor kid's legs warm. It's not like he can just giv--...wait. Actually, he still have his team Skull hoodie, and that'd at least cover her up a little more than the flimsy thing she has on now. He has his newer, thicker, long-sleeved hooded jacket Ren gave him, and a vest to cover his chest. Luna can borrow the one he's not using. It'd be big enough to cover her up....ish.
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Even though he's, you know, about as bundled up as it's possible to be right now, in Ardyn's coat of all things.]
Tea drinker, but thanks.
[Save your coffee for someone who likes it Akechi? you're a bud though.]
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[Well, they do remember that dream. So maybe...?]
[In the meantime, they've settled near the Jormun's camp with a rough blanket wrapped around their shoulders and a schoolbook open in their lap. At least, it's printed like any modern schoolbook, but the contents are...less than normal.]
Feathers...fans...well I don't have any balloons, so that's not gonna help.
['Every mage's frame of reference is unique, but some objects can hold the same meanings for many people!' tops a page filled with several lists, all relating concepts to certain items. Salt for earth, coins for wealth, a burnt match for fire...what kind of school is teaching kids magic spells, anyway?]
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The cold isn't as bad for the white wolf as it is for many of the newcomers. The chill still does indeed make its way through her thick, dense fur, but she's much better equipped to deal with it than overs. Amaterasu's endurance is insane, and the fluffy undercoat traps her body heat, keeping the wolf warm and dry in the snow and ice. In fact, it's why she's been out on the ice so much - she is simply better built to traverse it - especially now, with her Blizzard brush skill returned to her by the Storyteller. Even ice that splinters and cracks under her can be solidified (for a few minutes, at least) to give her time to run upon it. There's also Lily Pad, to create at least some flotation device, but she really needs to save up her ink...
She's out in the cold, a ghost in the snow and wind, looking for anyone who may be in danger of freezing or falling through a patch of thin ice. Her ears are pointed up, out, and listening for sounds, dark eyes searching through the gale of snow, searching out anyone still stranded. Hopefully no one s at all afraid by a lone, white wolf padding slowly, carefully towards them. At least she seems friendly?]
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The sun is dying. She knew this from her first meeting with the Jormun, and expected the effects on herself as well, but it's still difficult. Amaterasu is inside now, very much without her divine form (if anyone is capable of seeing it), ink spent, and resting wearily by the fire. She is tired, more so than usual, and needs to regain her strength again. Idly, she wonders how she will fare once the sun has truly been extinguished, thinking back on her battle with Yami, back in Nippon - the Day of Darkness was just that, a day, and she was weakened so substantially. How in the world will she be able to drive back evil forces for a full week? Will she even survive?
No...no, that's not any way to think.
Her eyes open, gaze into the fire that warms her tired bones and chilled fur. How could she have forgotten? The power of her people, all working together...offering their prayers for a brighter, better future. Faith, and hope, is incredible. Willpower and determination, a need to do something. Something that matters, something that helps...she sees that power within these people around her. And that gives her peace. Her eyes squint shut with a smile on her face and a wag of her tail, slowly brushing the ground. It'll be fine...the sun indeed rises. And it's not just her, it's never been just her, everyone here is working toward the same goal. The Jormun, who remind her so of the Dragonian kingdom, the people...of all walks of life.
It's amazing, isn't it? The power of unity. She really shouldn't have anything to fear, and nor should she, of the darkness and lack of the giving Sun of this world. They have to have faith.
Power is prayer, and prayer is power.]
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Apparently Shiro had the same idea. She looks tired and if her eyes hadn't fluttered open just now, Ren would have thought she was asleep by this fire. Poor, sleepy doggo. To avoid startling her, she asks in a soft voice-]
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[ maybe you've been here a while and you're looking around the edges of the freezing ocean water now that it's becoming apparent there are new people showing up from the sea. or maybe you're new, and you're slowly struggling across the ice to reach land without taking a dip.
regardless of which you are, you may spot akira hanging around the water's edge. on the one hand, it's a good place to keep an eye out for any figures in the distance, but on the other... the ocean is icing over and he absolutely investigating it. From crawling tentatively out on his hands and knees, rapping the surface with his knuckles as he goes to test the thickness of the ice, to eventually sliding out onto it on two legs like he's just out for a casual ice skate at the local rink. he might even attempt a jump or two. whether he sticks the landing is entirely up to the whims of fate, and his own balancing skills. ]
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[ off the water, akira does actually appear to be doing something... useful. there's a lot of foliage - dry as he can find it - piled up in a just in front of a decently sized hill, or uneven part of a cliff face.
it's not going to take a genius to realise he's setting up some kind of shelter. at the very least, he's trying to make a decent sized fire to warm the area up a bit. sleeping isn't an issue - he's got his sleeping bag, and there are little nooks and crannies in the natural rock face people can tuck themselves into for shelter... but fire. fire is important.
there are bits of small stone, and flint scattered around the area, and some attempts at making a friction fire evident in the broken vine and twigs as well. currently, akira looks a little more... annoyed than usual, tapping his foot against the frozen ground and eyeing the flare gun in his right hand with a little too much intensity.
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[ ...well. This is a thing.
A whooooole lot of ice. And an island? Welp. He stands right there for a couple of seconds, just staring ahead at the rocks in the distance. He looks around both sides...and nothing.
Huh.
He cups his hands by his mouth. ]
Hellooooooo?
[ ...nothing.
He picks up the knapsack he doesn't remember bringing with him - he doesn't remember ending up here to begin with - and ruffled through the items. It's his name on the thing, but...
Another look around, still nothing.
Hepicks his shield off his back and swings the knapsack on one shoulder, starting to step his way towards the island.
He's keeping his eyes on the rocks and the trees, squinting his eyes to try and see literally anything living, any person, anything that might give him a clue. Did he really just wake up in a random sheet of ice? Is this another weird island dream? Maybe he went a little hard on the mead last ni-
Crackle. Snap.
He freezes.
Glancing down at his feet, he notices...little cracks. On the ice. Spider webbing out away from his loafers.
Crack...]
...welp.
[ Time to fucking diiiiiip.
Because a large, burly, heavily equipped man running through breaking ice is a good idea. ]
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B) Exploring
[ Hey! Climbing!
For now, he's trying to get the lay of the land. Axe in hand, shield in arm, he's trudging through the rocks, trying to find any sort of life.
Anyone.
Anything.
Anything at all.
Why is he here? How is he here? He's gonna need to axe some questions.
Haha.
No, seriously, what the fuck is this place?]
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C) These fish people are alright!
[ Hey, fish friends!
After a tense showdown where he thought he was about to cut down a couple of merdudes, turns out that these guys are pretty friendly! They even gave him a really fucking itchy blanket and something to eat!
His hole face is on fire and it's probably gonna hurt a lot more coming out.
He's heard mention of a battle, and their leader, and he's pretty much set on going around and figuring out what the fuck is happening. And probably fight something, by the sound of it!
Right now, he's still enjoying his free meal. ]
Holy shit, have you tried this?
[ Yes, complete stranger, he's talking to you. ]
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D) Go wild
[ Anything you wanna do, my man, go hogwild here. ]
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They strike the rock they're on with their sword - once, twice - to catch the person's attention - it rings out - and then raise a nubby hand in greeting. No reason not to be rude! This person looks new, and lost. ]
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[It's probably good that even in a fleshy body again that Lydia doesn't... weigh all that much, given elves are pretty lithe and ridiculous things. She's squeaking as she starts as her skin (skin, why is there actual skin) feels like it's going to completely be attached to the ice in front of her. Which is only when she idly realizes that something is... off. Unable to change to a more floaty form she's accustomed to and that she's absolutely freezing as this awful torn black cloak and basically rags and tattered leather shoes aren't doing a damn thing to help her.
Gingerly she's grabbing the knapsack nearest her with her name on it and darting to land, managing to just barely get to land before the ice totally cracks. Which merely ends in her dropping to her knees to take deep breaths and maybe warm her lungs up. This sucks, it really, really sucks and just ignore the harsh coughing as trying to catch your breath in the cold isn't... generally a good idea.]
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[Same verse same as the first, except things are going a little worse for her as when she's getting close to land the ice is cracking away beneath her and she's finding out that that water is freezing and is managing to keep her head above the water by clinging to a sturdier piece of ice.
Whatever she's yelling for help in is not English or common, but something of a more archaic elven. Either way, it should be loud enough to get some sort of attention, right?]
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What is immediately more obvious is that she needs help, and the Knight assesses the situation. Trying to pull her out is a little beyond their capabilities, even with their strength; besides, thrashing might just crack the ice more, and send her into the water again.
So instead they shed their pack, and jump into the water without fear. They can swim in acid and are temperature resistant, at least to cold.
Heat is another matter.Lydia will find that her little island is being shoved around; the knight kicks quite handily, occasionally sweeping their sword to break away ice that's too fragile for their discerning eye (?) until the chunk of ice meets more, solid ice that she can scrabble onto.
They hold it in place and gesture. They can steady it while she moves.
...They don't seem to be bothered by how cold it is. ]
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