Come with me, to the sea

[50shadesofburaza]

Who: Karamatsu, Osomatsu, and YOU!
What: A day of fishing, thieving birds and some super weird turtles
When: August 19th
Where: The northern part of the beach- D3 and E3!
Warnings: Here be Matsus.

Osomatsu, grab my sparkly pants. (closed to Oso)

There's only so much rice, coconut and vegetables a NEET can be expected to survive on. It's desperation that drives the two of them to actually make the hike on their own, giving the pack of centipuppies who'd taken over the lower part of the beach a wide berth as they hike cautiously north, in search of pure, calm waters; an empty stretch of beach with their name on it...

...

"Haaah, fishing was so much easier back home!"



Getting crabby (OTA)

Eventually, a fishing spot is secured- after a bit of hiking and way more complaining. And then it's just like being at home; a line in the water, a brother by his side. Not a care in the world...

Aside from the heat. The moment the sun gets high enough in the sky, it's boiling. As NEETs are often wont to do, Karamatsu abandons his brother at the shoreline eventually, hiking a little closer to the jungle to collapse in a heap beneath a palm tree, just so he can...close his eyes. Just for a moment.

And that's precisely how he can be found. Positively covered in weird, half turtle, half crabs. They look pretty comfy, too.

It'd be a real shame, if someone disturbed them. Truly. Such a horrible fate.


Do it.



Just carrion... (OTA)

It's a full day wasted- or not, really. Useless as they are, if Osomatsu and Karamatsu can do one thing, it's gamble.

Uh. Fish.

He's gotten a good enough haul; as far as he can tell, all of them seem...normal. Which means they can eat them, right? Right. No fears! Some, small fears, that can be assuaged by serving each distinctly different type of watery food to someone he's not fond of. Small sacrifices must be made. It'll be fine.

Would be fine, except for the pterax.

The sky is clear and the sun going down in relative peace, for a while. He hikes along, humming quietly to himself. He can see it now. His triumphant return, fish slung over his shoulder. And there she is, turning with wide eyes as he strides into the ruins. Has she ever met a man quite like him? A provider, a lover? No...

"Heh." He fixes his glasses with his free hand, smile broad. Worth it; all the toil, all the hardship. The sun is barely peeking from behind the mountain now, and still, he can feel the sweat crawling up his back.

Crawling...up.... his-

"What the fuck?!" Fish go flying towards the ground, mixed in with a writhing pile of ugly bird- lizard. Things. Not even remotely put off, the still living mutant dinosaurs rip into their meal, only flinching slightly at the loud screeches of protest coming from their unwilling benefactor. "Oi! Those are mine, you flying shitters!"

THIS WILL NOT STAND!!!

Comments

wow kara you already got crabs

[hyperlit]

Ichimatsu has helpfully pointed out that the colors of their jackets are the best at pinpointing to which of the brothers they are speaking. They've already encountered the red and the purple, meaning the blue is unfamiliar to them. But Ichimatsu mentioned him by name, didn't he?

The Drifter crouches there, leaning forward until the blue stripe of their face is mere inches away from Karamatsu's.

Don't...open your eyes just now. They're just studying you very intently, Kara. Nothing to worry about.

I blame Wade

[50shadesofburaza]

You know when someone is looking at you and you just- have the feeling that they are? A creeping sensation, like crabs crawling all over your body...

Heh. What a good allusion that is. Karamatsu's brow furrows, awareness slowly coming back to him as he registers that creeping sensation- that awareness of another close by. A friend? Or...an enemy?

Either way, friends and foes alike are not usually Right There when he opens his eyes. Karamatsu makes a choked off sound, jerking violently across the sand-

And attempts to peg a compass at the Drifter's head.

"Take Osomatsu instead!" HE'S FATTER.

same tbh

[hyperlit]

The Drifter jerks back, abruptly sitting back on their heels, dark eyes glittering with quiet shock. Swiftly, they raise both hands in what they hope serves as an adequately peaceable gesture. The bright line of text spills out across the HUD as it hovers there.

know you?

Did his brothers not tell him about them? It would not be their fault if they did not; befriending a drifter with cobalt skin is nothing to be proud of.

good because it's all him.

[50shadesofburaza]

The compass- misses it's mark completely, sailing away off into the distance. He doesn't pay much mind to where it lands- more important is his sudden awareness of the freaky crustaceans that have been snuggling up to him, leading to a frantic dance as he shoves them all off.

So it takes a moment before he notices the message at all, slumping back onto the sand with a groan. He's not meant for this place; his heart belongs to the city, to his concrete throne.

"...Know me what?"

[hyperlit]

osomatsu
ichimatsu
your brothers

The colors of the jackets did prove helpful in the end after all, though Karamatsu's reaction more or less seals the deal in their understanding that this is, indeed, the final brother of the trio they've not yet encountered. At least he did not see fit to attack them - though that may simply be because he lacks the means to do so.

That bodes poorly, if he intends to survive here.

i'm not touching those

[relieable]

Osomatsu usually wouldn't be out searching, but after what happened to Ichimatsu who went off on his own, he doesn't feel like he can leave his brothers to their own devices. Osomatsu has decided to accompany Karamatsu in hopes of keeping him safe, but if things turn ugly, there is no guarantee that it won't be every NEET for themselves. But for now, things are relatively peaceful.

He sighs, staring out at the sand stretching ahead of him. His pants and shirt are rolled up, but he's still pretty warm. "Of course it was. We went to a place that was designed for fishing." An actual man-made fishing hole. There was nothing like that around here...

but it'll be an ~adventure~

[50shadesofburaza]

Oh...niichan. All this time- and he'd assumed you only came along so you could steal his fish.

Even so, it's nice, isn't it? Two brothers; a stretch of beach, going on as far as the eye can see... these are the experiences that compose true companionship; a brotherhood that expands across space and time, money and women. It's times like these that shift Osomatsu from his brother to his buraza...

"Ah, true." His own pants have been rolled up- but the leather jacket is still on, leaving Karamatsu slightly redder in the face. "You think anyone around here could make something like that?"

[relieable]

"I think they could," Osomatsu shrugs. "But the trick is actually getting them to. People don't work for free, Karamatsu." He gives his brother a slightly bothered look. Why is Karamatsu wearing that hot leather jacket out here? What's wrong with him, does he think he looks cool?

Man, what he wouldn't give for a cold beer right now! As they come across more sand, Osomatsu grimaces, and contemplates ditching Karamatsu to go for a swim.

[50shadesofburaza]

Don't be stupid, Osomatsu.

Of course he thinks he looks cool. As they walk, he fixes his glasses almost obsessively- still glancing furtively around, as if anyone else is going to be up at this stupid time of the morning, hiking across the beach.

"Then we tell them about the benefits. Easier access to delicious fish- a renewable resource." It actually sounds kind of intelligent, right?

[relieable]

Osomatsu grins a bit at Karamatsu and pushes back his bangs that are falling into his eyes. It's too hot! "Someone's gonna have to catch those fish an' put 'em in the fishing hole, you know! Goin' through all that extra work for other people... I don't think anyone's that generous."

Getting Crabby

[prettypurpleparlor]

[...well, he looks a lot calmer than she's seen him before, especially under the circumstances. Although...]

[Muffet frowns thoughtfully. Running into Ichimatsu while out on a foraging expedition isn't too surprising, but there's something oddly different about him that she just can't put her finger on- which is impressive, considering how many fingers she has.]

[She settles for greeting him with a quiet:]

Hello?

Oh dear

[50shadesofburaza]

[Karamatsu has some expectations as to what to expect from today. He expects the heat. He expects fish- he also expects, at some point, that Osomatsu will either ditch or cheat him out of his hard earned fish. Both, most like.

What he doesn't expect is a soft, feminine voice, stealing a smile from him as he immediately envisions- yes. This...this must be his island sweetheart, come to him at last. His mouth is running before he even opens his eyes, tone like velvet-]

I was wondering when you would find me, my KarammmGHHAHA?!

[Lady you're a fucking spider.]

Re: Oh dear

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Hey, she's still way prettier than you. ...Actually, so are most regular spiders. Muffet gives him an amused look- she's guessing this isn't the person she's met before.]

I've met someone who looked rather a lot like you, but I'm guessing you're meeting me for the first time. Do you have a relative by the name of Ichimatsu, by chance?

[50shadesofburaza]

[It's true, alas. The fact that she doesn't seem to be intent on eating him goes a long way to ensuring that Karamatsu takes stock of...the important things first, rather than continue freaking out.

Like the fact that she is, by all accounts, still an attractive young woman.

Run, Muffet.]

A-ah, my younger brother.

[Slowly, he smooths himself out. Pulls his sweater down, fixes his glasses. She has his attention to the point where he doesn't even notice all the snaplings milling about the place.]

I'm Karamatsu.

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Eh, he's just lucky Muffet finds flirting amusing... and is also totally confident in her ability to stick him to the nearest tree with webbing and walk away if he goes too far.]

Ah, that explains the resemblance. Lovely to meet you, dearie, my name is Muffet.

[She's a bit less distracted than he is, and blinks curiously at the small creatures.]

You appear to have found some of the local wildlife...

[Ooh, maybe they're edible?]

we meet again, crabbymatsu boi

[souldeterminant]

[Oh, that's kind of... cute.]

[The crab-turtles, that is. Not so much the man covered in them. Though it's nice to see someone who can stay that relaxed, Frisk can't help but wonder if it's intentional, or if the man is... unwell.]

[Setting their knapsack on the jungle floor, Frisk circles Karamatsu in a slow, wide arc, leaning to one side with their head tilted curiously. It's hard to tell under all the snaplings, but it looks to them like he's breathing. They don't see any blood pooling around him, either. Is he really -- just asleep? They can't think of anyone other than a certain skeleton who's that dedicated of a sleeper.]

[They'd give anything for a functional stick right about now to poke him awake with, but it looks like they'll have to make do. Frisk stops circling him, straightens, strides closer and begins inspecting him carefully for an area free of snaplings. As soon as they locate it -- a fairly innocuous spot right on his forearm -- Frisk lifts their heel and prods him with it, gently at first.]

[Then with increasing forcefulness until they find whatever amount necessary to wake him up.]

oh shit its frisk underjohn

[50shadesofburaza]

[He's a little hot, but that can't be helped. His signature jacket has finally been cast off, hoodie sleeves rolled up to the elbows- even then, it's not doing much to escape the heat. Worse than the deepest of winter chills is the summertime... a time when NEETs like him are better off inside, languishing close to the fan.

Whilst he may not quite be as determined as some people when it comes to sleep, Karamatsu definitely gives it his all. The first few nudges get Frisk nothing past a loud snore- further, increasing pressures another, even louder than the first. Typically, this is about the point where people get the hint, and leave him well enough alone.

They're practically kicking him before he comes to accept the fact that they're not going to give up.]

Why the fffffirst face I see upon waking, how sweet. [A quick save, but what the hell, it's another kid. How many kids did this island have? Save harder.] Did my mysterious air make you too curious, little adventurer?

[souldeterminant]

[Oh, he's awake. Frisk quickly backs off a step, grinding their heel lightly into the jungle grass as though it needs to be wiped off. Their head tilts again, and their answer is a little delayed as they take in his physical state.]

You're not dead.

[Or even hurt, it seems. Are they relieved? Mildly disappointed? Their deadpan exceeds even that of a certain other Matsuno, so it may be difficult to tell. In any case, one of Frisk's eyebrows raise in a faintly bemused look. Some of the snaplings had fallen away and scattered thanks to Frisk's kicking, but there's still plenty of them scuttling about. They don't want to tell him how to live his life or anything, but...]

[Helpfully, they mime sweeping a great deal of something off of their sleeves and the front of their shirt.]

[You've got a little something right... right there, mister.]

[50shadesofburaza]

[What kind of kid assumes someones dead? He stares blankly at them, waiting for some kind of explanation as to why they would even assume- and their face really gives nothing away.

Did the genre change, again? Is he in some kind of horror movie, complete with eerier ghost children who lead you to your doom? There's no television in this place, but he can almost see it. This kid, clambering their way out of the screen with their face just as blank, just as emotionless...

If they even are a child.

The kid (IF THAT'S WHAT THEY REALLY ARE) begins to mime, and that's when he's certain. There is great evil afoot on these islands- and it will undoubtedly involve mimes. Instinctively, Karamatsu glances down-]

Shit!

[Forgive him, Frisk. He'll get back to you after doing a very frantic rendition of the macarena.]

[souldeterminant]

[There is finally a flicker of something on the child's face once Karamatsu begins cursing -- and it is wholly unimpressed.]

[Still, Frisk is patient as the strange man frantically de-crabs himself, stepping back to give him some space. The few snaplings that come flying their way are expertly dodged -- well, closer to leaned out of the way from, because a grown adult tossing crab-turtles in all directions is funny but it's definitely no bullet hell.]

[At the very least, they wait until he's gotten rid of most of them, and the ones left are quickly shuffling back off towards the beach.]

They weren't going to hurt you.

[Well, Frisk doesn't think so, and their tone is very mildly condescending because of it. Did you really have to be so rough with the poor things?]

Carrion fire

[hellawrath]

It's been a long day of boiling entire schools of fish alive with Fireballs, and Lup's basket is heavy with sweet sweet ocean loot. That's pretty much the only upside to all this grinding, getting to dump her spoils in Taako's lap for him to do his magic and non-magic with. Still mostly sucks though, especially how used up she feels having done almost shit-all magicwise. So she pauses for a moment to set the basket down and watch the sunset. It never really gets old, how different they look in each plane, sometimes a riot of blues and purples, sometimes splashes of pink and orange, bright evening stars or moons like white eyes. One sun, two suns.

And... screaming? Lup's ears snap back as she pinpoints the source of the horrible racket, some dude up ahead and... a couple of those ugly birds super distracted by whatever on the ground. Oh hell yes. With a wolfish grin, she jogs over and starts sniping the things with Fire Bolts out of both hands as soon as she's within range, taking out one, two, and blasting a third out of the sky as the others scatter. "And these are mine!" She proclaims triumphantly. The corpses are a little on fire. She's a little out of breath. But overall, this is a win.

it's the burn of love....

[50shadesofburaza]

He hears a whistling noise, coming ever closer as he continues to yell at the ugly thugs intent on stealing his hard earned goods. It gets louder, but remains ignored as he throws out an arm at one of the horrible beasts, sending it leaping into the air with a disgruntled squawk.

One that turns into a panicked screech as it bursts into fucking flames, dropping like a stone to finish it's impromptu barbecue on the ground. The pterax wisely scatter, leaving him to fall back on his ass as he stares across the way, to an angel bathed in the setting sun. A fiery goddess who yells out in pride, face flush with success.



Holy fuck, he loves this island.

"Yeah, yeah they are!" You get those ugly ass birds, goddess! You get them good!

[hellawrath]

Lup's pretty used to stares of awe and wonder, and also way more focused on claiming her prize than on the guy who just fell on his ass waving at some birds. She stomps out the smoldering heaps, grinning ear to pointy ear with the excitement of a short but fun hunt, grabs the things by their feet and dusts them off a little. "Crafty fuckers, but good in soup!" she explains her attack.

Aaand only then does she notice the fish strewn on the ground, that she maybe kinda stepped on too, a bit. Her eyes wander to the guy in the dirt and she at least has the decency to look a tiny bit sheepish. "Uh, you... good?" Does he like need a hand with this mess, or.

[50shadesofburaza]

"Who, me?" She noticed him. Truly, today has just become one of the most blessed in his life. He starts laughing- high-pitched and a little fake, because really...he uh, he did want that fish. But in the face of an angel getting her way, it's nothing! Nothing!!! "Ha ha, I'm fine! Really!"

He gets off the ground, not even dusting himself off. All his focus is on adjusting his glasses and striking (what he thinks) a valiant pose.

"The fires of your creation have swept in and touched my heart. There could be no sadness, in this moment. No suffering..."

Unless she punches him in the face.

Please, go ahead.

[hellawrath]

Well that's a reaction to having your dinner accidentally ruined, for sure. Maybe he hit his head on the way down. But he says he's fine so that's really good enough for her, she hasn't got infinite empathy at the best of times, let alone on survival island.

She at least waits for him to get to his feet and check himself over or something, but instead he just... strikes a pose? google earth, always watching And then does some kind of poetic pirouette off the verbal handle and she just. stares. and stares? And then... bursts into laughter. Oh shit, what the fuck. Has he been licking the bright orange spikey fish that are probably venomous? Oh man.

"Alright, my dude," she snickers once she can breathe again. "I am pretty rad, yeah. Fire's great, love it. Nice shades, by the way. Anyway if there's no uh, suffering, I'm just gonna go get my haul back to base."