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Entry tags:
- dear evan hansen: connor murphy,
- final fantasy xv: ardyn izunia,
- final fantasy xv: ignis scientia,
- fragile dreams: ren,
- hollow knight: the knight,
- hyper light drifter: the drifter,
- marble hornets: tim wright,
- mass effect: commander shepard,
- mushi-shi: ginko,
- original: mira delacroix,
- osomatsu-san: ichimatsu matsuno,
- the league: jules dagger samari,
- undertale: chara dreemurr,
- ✖ captive prince: damianos,
- ✖ captive prince: laurent,
- ✖ dear evan hansen: evan hansen,
- ✖ disney: mickey mouse,
- ✖ ensemble stars: eichi tenshouin,
- ✖ ensemble stars: kanata shinkai,
- ✖ ffvi: terra branford,
- ✖ ffxiv: tataru taru,
- ✖ ffxv: prompto argentum,
- ✖ fragile dreams: crow,
- ✖ fragile dreams: seto,
- ✖ fullmetal alchemist: edward elric,
- ✖ kingdom hearts: xion,
- ✖ little witch academia: atsuko kagari,
- ✖ next to normal: gabe goodman,
- ✖ no.6: shion,
- ✖ off: the batter,
- ✖ original: yuka ichijou,
- ✖ shadowrun: gobbet,
- ✖ tales of the abyss: asch the bloody,
- ✖ the adventure zone: lup,
- ✖ the adventure zone: taako,
- ✖ the idolm@ster: takane shijou,
- ✖ undertale: frisk,
- ✖ undertale: muffet
February Event: Just One Mist-ake
FEBRUARY EVENT: JUST ONE MIST-AKE
Who: Everyone who ends up on the floating islands
What: February's event
When: February 15th to February 20th
Where: The floating islands above Ensō
Warnings: Mark as needed!
What: February's event
When: February 15th to February 20th
Where: The floating islands above Ensō
Warnings: Mark as needed!
Sky High
Those curious floating landmasses far above Ensō have only grown more prominent in the coming days. Whether you've chosen to explore the islands purposefully or have ended up there via a mana pool malfunction, you'll doubtless discover their unique properties soon enough. You might even take advantage of their impressionable nature to mold them to your own desires, shaping pieces of the places you once knew, or maybe a place you wish you could be.
Either way, the repercussions to using the floating islands as your modeling clay will be evident by the time midnight rolls around, each night, and the islands impose a regular reset cycle to wipe away whatever changes have taken place, including that peculiar, almost volcanic texture that seems to affect the lands sculpted by your mentality. Just make sure you're not caught outside the depressions in the shape of mana pools centered on each island, lest you bear some unpleasant consequences for a day.
If you haven't signed up for a Reset Penalty and wish to, you can still do so here!
Those curious floating landmasses far above Ensō have only grown more prominent in the coming days. Whether you've chosen to explore the islands purposefully or have ended up there via a mana pool malfunction, you'll doubtless discover their unique properties soon enough. You might even take advantage of their impressionable nature to mold them to your own desires, shaping pieces of the places you once knew, or maybe a place you wish you could be.
Either way, the repercussions to using the floating islands as your modeling clay will be evident by the time midnight rolls around, each night, and the islands impose a regular reset cycle to wipe away whatever changes have taken place, including that peculiar, almost volcanic texture that seems to affect the lands sculpted by your mentality. Just make sure you're not caught outside the depressions in the shape of mana pools centered on each island, lest you bear some unpleasant consequences for a day.
If you haven't signed up for a Reset Penalty and wish to, you can still do so here!
Check Your Wishlist
But of course, it's not all doom and gloom. It's quite the opposite, in fact. If there's something you've been wanting, simple or complex, something that has been making its way into the texture of your thoughts with a frequency that's almost noteworthy, the islands will attempt to see to it that this wish of yours, this yearning, is satisfied in some way or another. Some of the effects will be temporary. Some won't.
Regardless, at some point during the event, if your character visits the islands, the possibility is there.
If you're interested in a Wish Request, let us know here! Remember that filling out this form is required if you want to take advantage of the islands' "giving" nature.
But of course, it's not all doom and gloom. It's quite the opposite, in fact. If there's something you've been wanting, simple or complex, something that has been making its way into the texture of your thoughts with a frequency that's almost noteworthy, the islands will attempt to see to it that this wish of yours, this yearning, is satisfied in some way or another. Some of the effects will be temporary. Some won't.
Regardless, at some point during the event, if your character visits the islands, the possibility is there.
If you're interested in a Wish Request, let us know here! Remember that filling out this form is required if you want to take advantage of the islands' "giving" nature.
Event Timeline
[ ♆ ] February 15th: The floating islands appear
[ ♆ ] February 16th: The mana pools begin malfunctioning, and characters begin ending up on the floating islands
[ ♆ ] February 20th: Monthly Storytelling occurs, along with a vote as to the next land adventurers will brave. Upon waking, the Storyteller returns everyone to Ensō, and shrouds the islands in cloud once more
( CODED BY BOOTYCALL )
Gobbet | OTA | Will match formats!
[It starts innocently enough with the intention to visit the Storyteller's temple. She has a nice new lighter in her pocket and she wanted to thank the Storyteller for granting her request, like she always does when they help her out. But this time she does not find herself among the stone and overgrowth of the temple. No, she finds herself with a dizzying sense of being very high up, standing in a shallow crater that looks suspiciously like a dried up mana pool.]
[Gobbet's first instinct is to explore, of course. New land, new resources, maybe even new people. But the island is small and barren and she grows bored rather quickly. Until she finds it.]
[A Mahjong tile. Then another one, a few feet away.]
[If Kindly Cheng has made her way into the islands, Gobbet will eat her own dilapidated shack, for lack of a hat. But she has to know, has to find out if the old hag is really up here in the clouds. Even if only to push her off the damn edge. So she follows the trail of tiles, taking note of the way the sounds and smells of Heoi start creeping into her senses the further along she goes.]
[Unfortunately she's not looking where she's going and she's been alone for a while so she doesn't see (or expect to see) anyone in her way.]
Feb. 18th: Video Games Don't Make You Violent, Lag Does CW: Slight body horror/gore-ish
[It was a mistake. She can tell immediately that it was a terrible mistake. To curl up on a sun-baked rock in the evening, after spending the day exploring. She really hadn't meant to fall asleep outside of the indent where the mana pool should be. She isn't sure how she knows, but Gobbet is positive that she can only leave through the place she showed up in. And since most dramatic changes happened at night while everyone was asleep, she thought that maybe sleeping there would be her ticket home.]
[But she fell asleep elsewhere, of course, and now she was stuck here another day.]
[The first hint that something is well and truly fucked is when she rises to her feet and pushes herself off the rock. Her hands, both of them, stay firmly planted on the rock as the rest of her slides to the ground. Gobbet spends a solid minute staring at the exposed flesh and bone at her wrists. They aren't bleeding. They aren't painful. But they're there. And her hands are not.]
Well, shit.
[Don't suppose you could give her a hand with this?]
Feb. 18th, Evening: Waking Nightmares
[As the sun starts to set, Gobbet starts noticing little...blips. Little patches of ground turned dry, cracked, and red. Rocks split in two - more accurately, spliced apart, half floating three feet in the air while the other half flickers in and out of existence.]
[Really it's all gone to shit remarkably fast.]
[Even as the landscape warps to show docks, or Crafty's shop, or parts of the Bolthole sort of jutting out of the ground like a fragment of a shipwreck, the earth seems to split and darken wherever she walks. Eventually she makes her way to the top of a stable-looking rock, her lower legs still on the ground as she curls against herself and tries to ignore the terrifying implications of it all.]
[She could really use company at the moment.]
Feb. 19th: Oodles of Noodles
[She made it to the safe zone this time, thank God.]
[This time she seems to be in one piece. So she sets out to see how the landscape has changed overnight.]
[It looks a lot like her room back on the Bolthole. The posters are blurs of color, as if someone set the graphics of the world to "low", but there are piles of clothes everywhere and a hammock in the corner, and a pot of soup on the small electric burner in the middle of everything. The scene looks to be set in a shadowbox, almost, with the edges smudged into rippling air.]
[It can't be real.]
[But the noodles smell and look amazing - her actual favorite dish. Nearby is a set of small bowls and chopsticks. And what's the harm in a little bite? Just one.]
[She is, of course, kidding herself.]
[The pot is huge, the taste is fantastic, and the whole thing - sitting in her room, her rats eagerly sharing the noodles provided to them, basking in the sun with a good bowl of soup in front of her...if she never makes it off these floating hellspawn islands, she'll have died happy with the ideal last meal.]
[And you know what? If someone were to come along right now, she'd even fucking share. She'd share! She's in THAT good of a mood!]
19th
Oh, uh, hi there, Gobbet!
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19th LET'S DO A NICE PLEASANT THREAD
HELL YEAH
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18th!
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18th; Evening
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evening of the 18th i crave suffering and death
big mood
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Mickey Mouse | OTA
[So, what home-memories is the island reconstructing? Mickey's never cared much about where he stays, so long as there's a roof over his head. But with the role of muskteer suddenly thrust upon him, he's been to a place very few have gone - the royal castle, complete with its elaborate hedge maze and rose garden. He smiles as he runs his hands along the walls, and then tries to pluck a rose - ouch.]
Yikes! ... Fake place, but real thorns, huh? Sheesh, someone's get a silly sense of humor.
Off With Your Head
[Mickey didn't make it in time to reach the mana pool, but hey, no biggie right? Mickey doesn't even feel his "punishment" take place or notice it happening... at first. As he resumes his exploration of the island, he does notice his hat keeps falling off. He puts it back on, but it falls off. After the fourth time his happens, he tries to slap it on with both hands - and that's when he realizes one of his ears is missing.]
... AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
[No need to worry about gore, though - there's no sign of damage, the body part is just... not there. like a video game glitch.
If you'd like, you can come across Mickey and notice him missing something else altogether - did he fall down due to missing a leg? How is his head staying up without a neck? Or wow, he looks really creepy without a nose, huh? Feel free to choose what he will lose.]
These palace walls
It was because he was distracted, frightened and scared that he had spoke without thinking. But he blinked a moment later when he realised he wasn't alone anymore and he had answered someone, spoken to someone. A... a giant mouse? Luckily not much shocks Shion anymore and he smiles in greeting a moment later.]
Oh hello! Sorry I... [He gestures around. This ever changing landscape was distracting.]
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off with your head
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Takane Shijou | OTA (のワの)
[Takane just wanted to go down to Enso.
However, it seems that the mana pool had other ideas and instead sent her in the opposite direction, to the mysterious morphing islands above. Easily accepting the situation she was in and finding there was no way back down, there was little else to do but explore.
At this particular moment, she stood alone, her vacant gaze turned upward towards something above and in front of her The structure she was preoccupied with staring at was a large disembodied window floating in the air; the numbers “765” formed with yellow post-it notes on the glass. Based on the height of its elevation, the window would have been part of the second floor of a small building.
Though her expression remained unreadable, more observant people would notice the hands she held clasped in front of her were beginning to tighten their grip on each other.]
Yes… I must continue to endure and survive, until the day I am able to return...
B. FEBRUARY 17 - Gacha Fever
[Getting caught by the resetting land, temporarily blipping out of existence… Takane thought it would hurt at first, but it turned out not to be so bad. Actually, upon waking up, she felt pretty great!
Well, not completely great. At that moment, being all by her lonesome, she couldn’t pinpoint what was amiss. All she knew was that she carried a great need within her like some aching void, and she wouldn’t be able to fulfill it if she just stayed in one place.
In random points of time throughout this day, regardless of what they were doing, anyone trapped on the floating islands may suddenly hear a dainty voice behind them:]
A good day to you, my dearest. Long had I been searching for you, and it truly pleases me to see that you are well.
[Turning around would reveal a silver-haired girl; standing poised and smiling serenely, as if there is absolutely nothing wrong with these floating islands. It’s pretty certain that she wasn’t there a few seconds ago, but that’s nothing new when these glitchy islands keep warping people place to place.
Whether or not that makes it any less unsettling, that’s up to you.☆]
((ooc: Takane has been given a Level 3 Reset Penalty that causes her to have an incredible need to “catch” any person she sees, because everyone is soooo wonderful and unique and would make for a lovely collection. The only issue is that in her temporarily warped perspective, “catching” and “killing” are the same thing. Knowing this, if you don’t like yandere-related tropes, best stay away from the Feb 17th prompt! Other than that, please enjoy the gacha and twitter jokes. のワの ))
Feb 17
[Lost in his own world, Eichi doesn't pick up on the eerie way Takane is acting. She's always been mysterious in her own way, and he's too ecstatic to finally see someone he knows. Stuck here since the day prior, it makes sense that she'd have been looking for him, right? He's been a little afraid to leave this island, like maybe it would take away what he was so kindly given, but now, he can share it—!
He stretches out his arms wide with a little spin.]
Shijou-san, there must be some sort of miracle in the air here, or I'm the middle of some sort of recovery. I feel healthier than I ever have before! The weight on my chest that's been there so permanently has been lifted, and it's easy to breathe again. I can take deep breaths without even an ounce of pain. In, out~ ♪
[He takes one now, as if to demonstrate.] Compared to those dreams I've had before, this is even better... I feel as if I could run for miles! I bet I could carry Shijou-san while doing something like that, to make up for the first time we met, you know.
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Eichi Tenshouin | OTA!
[Eichi doesn't know how he got here, but that so quickly becomes a non-issue. In the short time that he's been on this mysterious island, his whole body has quickly relaxed into something so comfortable he can't even compare it to dreams. Rather than feeling like he's floating in a pain free space, it's that he's solid, he's awake, he's alive and he's healthy. He could lift anything, he could run a mile, he could dance and sing all day and all night long! His heart is beating so fast at the idea and it doesn't feel out of place at all. None of the beats are skipped, nothing hurts and he doesn't know if he feels like laughing or crying.
Neither ends up coming out, right now. Instead, he takes to walking around, looking out for others and humming one of fine's songs as he does.
Then, the islands begin to shift, and slowly he picks up on how. After all, the wish deep inside of his heart had come true so early, since it was so powerful, and now he has so much room to focus on where he wants to be. At first, just daydreaming of the others has him nearly stumbling into a wall of a building of Yumenosaki Academy. Hours later, he's carefully working to construct the garden terrace from the same academy.
Anyone can catch him in the act, since he does it with such flourish. A wave of his hand brings a few plants to fill in what he's constructed so far, but it's still so clearly separate from what it should be. The moment Eichi hears someone else approaching, he tosses a smile at them from over his shoulder.]
Have you seen this? It's as if I'm God, sculpting the land to my choosing, bringing objects and creations before myself for my own amusement. Fufu, it's so exciting that I have the chills...
[He doesn't seem to have any clue that it might be odd for a high schooler of any age to speak like this, too ecstatic from his health and the sudden gift it seems he's been given. He's trying his best to bring the academy he loves to life, unaware of the glitches that are bound to come.]
Is there something you'd like to see, perhaps? I've been here for hours, and though I've only worked with memories, I'm beginning to wonder if I can create something on my own, by now, as well. Allow me to grant your every desire. ♪
Wildcard
[But aside from getting a lil weird with land sculpting, he's also around being VERY HAPPY at being healthy! He could drag someone into a dance (ballroom dancing is his specialty), pull them to jog with him, or come interrupt whatever anyone is up to!]
Playing God
...?
[ Okay she had to admit it did look neat to see him doing that, and she was content to watch in silence for a while, startling a little when he spoke up. ]
... how are you doing that?
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Wildcard - dated on the 18th!! (のワの)
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wildcard; sometime during the 18th??
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Tataru | OTA
[Well this ah... this was quite the pickle. This was not where she'd expected to end up after taking that mana pool, not at all. And what's worse there's... no real way back. She didn't have much in the way of food or water on her either? This ah... well, actually it was a bit concerning. Not in the immediate way that would make her cower and panic but. Definitely one that required some action.
And so she edges her way out to the furthest edge of the island she's on and calls out, very loudly.]
Helloooo? Anyone else out there?
[Someone please tell her she's not alone up here.]
B. February 17th-20th - Time for some Scenery Porn
[As time passes, if you happen to end up on her island in some way or another, either from carefully from hopping from island to island, or perhaps a mana pool mishap of your own, you'll find that this island has been adapting well to her thoughts and memories.
And what fantastic memories they are. (ooc; heads up that all of these links lead to videos with music playing)
Tataru herself is scrounging among the bits and pieces of her world that are turning up, looking for anything interesting or useful. There's not much but, well... there's not much. If she hears someone else though, she'll turn looking half-frightened until she sees who it is.]
Ah, hello! So good to see someone else up here.
[[ooc; if you want to see more concept art of environments that might turn up on Tataru's island, here are some image galleries for Thanalan, Ul'dah, Revenant's Toll/Mor Dhona, Ishgard, and Coerthas. Occasionally there might also be less frequent bits from Gridania, Limsa Lominsa, and Idyllshire.]]
17th
[Crossing the island had worked out in his favor, though, and now he's marveling at the gorgeous scenery. This is like a place that he could never imagine to be— or he never could have before, when he wasn't so healthy. Now, he brings his hands to touch the side of a fort wall in Coerthas, his foot nudging at snow with a happy chuckle.]
How beautiful... Is this somewhere that you recall?
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17th; gimme Ishgard
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Atsuko "Akko" Kagari | Little Witch Academia | OTA
[Akko knows people have been disappearing lately. Stepping through the mana pools and not coming back. But she can't stay on the islets forever - food is running short, there's no other options. So she stands at the edge of the islet mana pool, trembling slightly with equal parts anticipation and anxiety. Where would she end up if she just tossed the flower in with nowhere in mind? Would she disappear like the others? Maybe she could find the others and help them get back. Her hand tightens around her broom handle (in case she has to bring someone back with her, they can ride on the broom).]
[Yes, that's what she'll do. She has to help them, there has to be a way to come back.]
[But the floating islands is not where she expects to be. She'd seen them, and wondered about them, but not expected to ever explore them.]
[Her island is very small, but it seems to mold to her will almost instantly. Fresh grass crawls across the ground rapidly, sprouting flowers and heather, carrying intoxicating scents of nature and fresh air. It's the yard of Luna Nova. She can tell by the statue, even blasted apart as if caught mid explosion, pieces hovering in the air in awkwardly smooth and whole chunks. Some of them flicker. It's obvious this is not home, no matter how much it may look it.]
[But Akko takes her time wandering around none the less, looking for signs of people or ways back to the islets. Or maybe home. Maybe this morphing landscape was a clue that the way home was in the clouds. She even ventures to the edge to see the island from above, and puzzles over the buildings submerged below the waves.]
[But the longer she stays, the more the land begins to crack and warp, dark and sinister like a nightmare clawing its way into a pleasant dream. While she does her best to avoid these areas, the island is small and there are only so many places she can go.]
[If she does come across someone on her island (or the nearby ones that look close enough to jump to), she's running towards them, waving to flag them down.]
Hey! Are you alright?
Feb. 19th
[She falls asleep leaning against the statue's base.]
[She wakes up floating in the air with the distinct sense that she is in water and if she does not tread, she will drown.]
[The good news is that this makes it easy to "swim" between nearby islands. The bad news is that she can't seem to touch the ground. Like, at all.]
[Do not be alarmed by the girl swimming through the air towards you. She is friend shaped.]
[Wildcard!]
[Hit me up on plurk at
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Twelve preserve, what are you doing?
[Please come over here to Tataru's island where she can be less terrified at the idea of you falling to your death.]
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Seto | OTA | Will match formats
[Seto had by this point gotten the lowdown on how the mana pools worked. It was a neat thing, something that could transport him to other places. It reminded Seto of the pictures of cars and trains he'd seen in books before and the rundown vehicles he's slept in once or twice. The first few times were dizzying but he's getting used to it for the most part.
That is, until the mana pool decides to take Seto on an adventure. Once the light faded and his eyes adjusted, Seto found himself on a new island, somewhere high in the sky. Looking down made Seto feel extremely dizzy so he looks up at the sky instead. He feels like he's close enough to touch the sun.]
This is so cool...
[But once Seto is done staring at everything, he's going to get down to business. Meaning mapping everything. Old habits were hard to break.
All he has is the back of some of his older maps and a very stubby pencil, but Seto is actually pretty good at map drawing.
Although given the nature of this place it may be harder then he thinks.]
18th - Farewell To The Moon
[The world twists to bring to life memories of their worlds and Seto is not an exception.
For him it seems to have generated a large observatory. It looks like it's been abandoned for a very long time and has seen better days, but it's intact for the most part - or at least it won't fall apart while you're in it.
The inside seems a bit more well-cared for. The dome is opened up so light can shine through, but strangely enough it seems to be nighttime regardless of what time it actually is when someone enters.
It was nighttime when Seto left this place, after all.
The second floor and the back room are available to explore as well and Seto himself can be found in the back room, looking over one of the many books there. Seto had been surprised when the observatory had first appeared but kept going once he realized what was happening. Maybe he missed that place more then he admitted to himself.
This had been his home and where he lived with his Grandpa.]
17th
[So squeaks a voice that's trying to peer over Seto's shoulder.]
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The Batter | OTA | will match formats
[There were only two times in the Batter's life he can recall being this high up.
The first was the battle with Japhet, something that allowed him to experience the sensation of being too high up and falling at great speeds. Pro tip for anyone fighting large birds: cripple their wings first or you'll end up eating concrete more then once.
The second time was when he jumped down the smoke stack in Zone 3. It wasn't as high as being on this island but the sense of vertigo when he looked down was about the same.
Still. It's...interesting. That sounds right. There's something peaceful about being this high up. So once he's done exploring, the Batter will take a seat near the edge of the island and watch the clouds below.
It's a nice view, for a nice day.]
17th: Wood rots, and into the ground
[This place bends and twists to the conscious and unconscious whims of those on it. And it will continue to bend and twist to the whims of anyone.
Consciously. Unconsciously. "I'm here."
Patches of the ground seem to have been tuned a stark, pristine white. Stepping on these patches are not harmful but those who do will find their ears assaulted by noise. It may sound like gibberish but for those of you with exceptional hearing - or are just plain lucky - might be able to pick up what's being said. It's really nice, isn't it?
All of this white seems to be spilling out of a Room. A room that is a deep crimson before suddenly becoming a pure white hallway. And at the end of that long hallway is a small room. Within it is a switch currently set to ON.
And the Batter is here as well, a hand resting on the switch. He hasn't pulled it yet. And while the Add-Ons are still by his side, the Batter himself is unarmed.
There's something wrong here. And it's not just this place for once.]
17th
It reminds them of the strange dream of the palace, alive with murderous sound. They've torn themselves to pieces a thousand times in dreams; this place, if it wounds, might leave more permanent marks.
But the strange person who fought with them once is here, so perhaps it can't be all bad. Perhaps this is a bad memory of some kind. So without hesitation, they walk forward into the room with the switch.
The Batter receives a gentle tap on the hand, and the Knight looking up at him curiously, as if wondering what he's doing here. ]
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Asch | OTA | screenshot spam ahead
[Being as prone to travelling as he is means that Asch is one of the first to vanish off into the skies as the mana pools fluctuate. At first he's just annoyed, because hey Storyteller, a little warning first, but then he comes nearer to the edge of the island he's on and...
There's Enso, far below. Really, really far below, and for a moment the world seems almost to tilt, and an unpleasant purplish mist starts to rise around him, a memory pulled from the last time he stood at the edge of a world and looked below. Those unused to the potentially toxic miasma of Auldrant's past are likely to choke on it, though it doesn't persist for long enough to provide anyone with lasting harm, even though with health already compromised.
Though it eventually retreats, the miasma is prone to returning whenever Asch considers the edge of the island for too long - which is remarkably frequently, given that he jumps between whatever islands are close enough together with... Not quite no fear, but more determination than anything.
Otherwise, the island around him tends to form into a hodgepodge of city and cathedral, sometimes with a bit of wilderness thrown in for flavor.]
18th
[Eventually, he settles on one island large enough for it to form somewhere distinct around him. The manor house and courtyard gardens are... not precisely what he would have chosen on a conscious level, but it doesn't seem to entirely negatively impact his mood. It's with an expression in a strange combination of wistful and relaxed that Asch wanders the familiar halls of Fabre Manor.
Sometimes, he comes to a stop for a moment in the halls, listening to voices that can't be something from his memories. Anyone else who listens closely will hear tell of victory at Eldrant, the replica Hod, the rebuilding and peace with Malkuth... The search parties sent out for Luke, and how they've found nothing these last two months. The memorial in the back garden.
It is this last that breaks Asch from his peaceful wanderings, and he runs for the memorial in question with all speed, the confusing pathways of the manor doing nothing to slow him even after seven years away. And there, he comes to a stop...
...In front of a tall memorial gravestone that bears only the name Luke fon Fabre in carved fonic letters.]
...You've got to be kidding me.
[His tone is one of disbelief, edging into despair... He'll be here a while, staring blankly ahead, almost - almost - not seeing the memorial itself.]
19th-20th
[After that - after that - he wants nothing to do with the manor, the memories of Baticul, or even of Daath. Instead, the islands around him take on the shape of strange ruins, filled with odd machinery that hums in faintly musical ways, much of it larger than is entirely reasonable. Though the actual setting shifts (from the core of a volcano to the center of an ice mountain and then some, that low, magical humming is a constant.
Asch, at least, seems to find it in some strange way comforting, and can often be found sitting with his back to some piece of machinery, elbows propped on tented knees, listening in silence to a melody that can only be heard if you stop near him to listen.]
19th
But this place was not his memory. He had never seen anything like this in his life and it was fascinating. He wandered staring at all the machines, even if he didn't quite understand them as machines at first, so different from anything he knew from his world. Or from the tower.
The humming is different as well. Strange but not necessarily in a bad way. Shion's seen lots of rediculous impossible things and this is just strange, but not terrifying or awful.
He blinks when he sees Asch sat by a machine. He goes over and sits down near him, there is music, Shion has no idea where it is coming from but this seems to be Asch's place, a memory of his.]
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way to make a got damn terrible first impression
idol satan strikes again
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a much more welcome face
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19th/20th Sometime
i don't have any of my HOLY SHIT icons rn
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18th [ANGRILY FORCES WAY THROUGH WRITER'S BLOCK]
[SMASHES IT FOR U]
[REACHES THROUGH AND GRABS YOUR HAND]
19th
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don't everyone pile on me at once c:
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connor | ota | will match
with the taste of dust in your mouth all day [18th]
like sadness, you just sail away [19th]
19th
She certainly sees him, perched on the edge of the island as she is. She waits to actually call out to him until she's able to get to his island, though. Falling would... falling would be bad. Once she's there though she heads over to the base of his tree.]
Looking for a way down, too?
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Shion | OTA | Will match formats!
[Shion had been getting braver with his explorations. More willing to leave Xion's side to go and collect supplies for their shack. They were getting better at trial and error and he had been venturing further out, exploring their new home.
Until it all went wrong of course because instead of back to the islets Shion found himself on a floating island. It wasn't incredibly big, small enough that Shion knew straight away that something had gone incredibly wrong. Because he was high up in the sky and islands shouldn't float. It is not the first time Shion has seen floating islands but that doesn't make it better because those first floating islands? They weren't real. They were illusion and science.
This was a huge tally in the part of his mind that was finding reasons to disbelieve the reality of this place. Breathing. If they weren't real... if they were once again trapped souls outside of their bodies... Then they could deal with that. But he would rather know. Even if the knowledge hurt.
Breathing, calm. He was able to move. Even if he couldn't see any feasible way off this rock. He moved closer to the edge and looked down. Heights didn't scare Shion, the view was quite breathtaking. He noted the underwater buildings, wondering if anyone knew what they were.
Something to ask Xion. That thought made him worried. Was she okay? Had she ended up on one of these islands? Because he could see others, in the sky around him.
The first time he saw something familiar he thought it was his imagination, a curve of a stone fountain. But it continued as he wandered, a doorway, narrow steps. Parts of No.6 that brought an ache to his heart.
But that was not all. A spiral staircase, a half formed tiny glacier, a cave wall covered in crystals. The walls of No.6, merging into a different wall with a bloody handprint on it. The more Shion looked the more things seemed to warp around him. It reminded him heavily of floor one hundred in the tower. Except those had been holograms, this was different, the island forming itself into things from Shion's mind.
He closed his eyes, this wasn't real. It was just using his mind against him. Whatever it was. A partially formed gravestone Re. That wasn't real, hadn't even been real there and was even less real now.] Stop it. [He spoke to the sky, to the island, to the rock itself] Get out of my head.
[Searching far and wide, 16/17th]
[He hated this, hated that something, or someone was reaching into his head and using his memories. It was too much like what Ruana had done, using their past against them. Except... this was just pure memory, half formed and sometimes a bit odd, one thing merging with another. But it was not horrific.
Well... that was not true, sometimes part of the rock would look like his world as he had seen it last, dead and devoid of life. Sometimes he would find himself surrounded by the walls of a labyrinth or mountains with eyes that were always watching you. But... it was no more horrific than it had been in reality. There were no added tricks and he found he could shape it almost. If he concentrated, if awful things formed and he wanted them to change they could.
But then it changed. It was small at first a dark corrupted spot of ground, a dark crack in a wall. He didn't even think it strange at first to see remnants of volcano, there had been a volcano in the tower, it was part of his memory. But soon he realised this was something more something more... natural wasn't the correct word but native to this world. To this rock.
He tried to wipe it away but that made it worse. It was fascinating, in a terrible way, how the corruption spread. He could be found crouching near a patch of corrupted earth, studying it intently.]
What are you?
[To catch them is my real test, Reset Penalty: 18th warnings for violence and possessiveness]
[The first night he had mostly gotten lucky it seemed, he had been in the center indent when the reset happened and had been asleep waking up to find the rock looking like itself again. The second night he was not. Sleep was a difficult thing for Shion at the best of times and even more so when he was stuck up on a rock in the sky with no way down, rock forming images out of his memories around him.
So he was wandering and he saw the rippling. Saw the rock flattening and going back to how it had been when Shion had first arrived. He figured that getting caught in that rippling would not be good, when was anything like this good? But he was not quick enough to get to safety, had no idea where safety would be and the rippling effect passed over him.
Nothing changed immediately. But there was a feeling in him, a desire he had. People, he wanted people. For them to be his, for they were all rare and precious the people here. He had his knife, that the storyteller had given him, that he had been using to cut vines before ending up on this island in the sky. It was a good collecting tool.
[Every challenge along the way, with courage I will face, 19th]
[Shion had made certain to be in the safe area that night and the feeling had faded. He could mostly be found the next day curled up in the centre indent of the island.
This place... Using his memory, warping his mind, making him hurt others. Whoever, whatever was behind this was like the administrators in the tower. Shion was no stranger to having his mind and body do strange things, want to hurt people, collect people, mutate people. It did not surprise him that whoever had brought him to these islands had such power and would use it to hurt them.
It terrified him, but he had to keep going. He forced himself to sit up, to stand, to move. He couldn't give up and couldn't stop fighting. He was going to get off this floating rock, he was going to help everyone escape from these islands. He was going to find whoever was behind all this and stop them. Stop them like they had stopped Ruana, make it so no one could be hurt again. Help Xion and everyone else he had met here, Akko, Seto, Tim, Asch, Ignis, Prompto, Ceej. All of them. They would get home. He would get home and he and Rat would rescue Safu. This was going to stop, his friends being hurt. Him being forced to hurt people. Everything.]
[It's you and me, I know it's my destiny, 19th Warnings for experimentation, death, extreme anger and No.6 spoilers]
[It was a dream. Another real dream. Like when he had first arrived with the rabbit. Something that was real but was not all at the same time. Except there was no rabbit this time. Instead he could see a room, a machine in a room. A huge machine. In front of it stood Safu.
She was speaking. "No.6 has longed for Elyurias ever since they learned of her existance. They wanted to make use of her overwhelming power."
Shion had no idea who Elyurias was. But he had heard that name before. In the mirror futures.
"To remake the land that they would destroy and rebuild again. So they used their scientists research as a base and they repeatedly perform experiments on many people."
Shion went cold, experiments. No.6 was experimenting on it's own people. Was that the truth that Rat had never told him?
"She became angry. That is why she purposefully allowed the capture of an idea sample and made the experiment a success."
A sample? Safu?
"Shion." That was Rat's voice, but Shion couldn't turn, couldn't see him and he had a feeling it wasn't him that he was talking to. Shion was seeing something... A future but much clearer than all the futures he had seen in the mirror.
"Don't you understand by looking at her? She herself is Elyurius."
And Shion wouldn't have understood. The naive, innocent child that Shion had been wouldn't have understood what he was even seeing here. But Shion, looking at the machine and Safu. It wasn't her. Yes it was her body and her voice. But it wasn't her. Part of her maybe, part of her soul remained but it was something else that lived in that form.
The machine, a girl experimented on until she became more. Infused with power.
"They used Safu as a medium to revive Elyurius."
No.6 had done this. They were no better than those that had created the tower. The first tower, those that had made Ruana what she was. No.6 experimented... They had resurrected a great power of some kind. A god... There were no gods in Shion's world but it was the closest example he could think of. They had used Safu as a vessel for that power like she was not even a real person. Like Shion's first friend was nothing.
Anger rose in him, anger that was all encompassing.
"I wanted to see you again, she granted me that wish." Safu was still speaking, she touched her heart. "I love you Shion."
The dream got confusing after that. A wordless scream of pain, Rat's hand, a device. Safu's tearful face before the world exploded in fire. A song. Rat's song... No Elyurias' song Shion understood now. The song that was his last memory of his world before he had been stolen from it, a golden light that overwhelmed everything.
And he was back on the island in the sky. An island that had helpfully formed itself into parts of No.6. The walls, the curve of the moondrop. The park where Shion had worked.
A perfect city. A city that experimented on it's people. A city who had destroyed his friend. A city so corrupt, a city beyond redemption. They had killed Safu. Killed others before her. But Safu was dead. Had been dead a while. Shion understood now. The song. That was Elyurias, whoever Elyurias was calling them. Calling Rat. Safu had been dead since they had first heard that song, before Shion had found her coat.
Rescuing her had never been possible. They had been too late. A wordless scream of rage left Shion's mouth. He had worked so hard to control his anger, to work on his emotions and focus. But he forgot all his training now. It was all useless. Everything. What was the point Safu was dead. He had fought so hard to survive, to get stronger, to help restore the worlds. To get home and rescue her. He had ended up here but not even that mattered. Because even if he had gotten home it was too late they had already destroyed her.
Shion started attacking the rock, the shapes that were No.6. Kicking, punching. Hurling himself against them. Nothing worked, the most that happened was it shifted into a different part of the city. The only hurt he was doing was to himself, tearing up his hands but he didn't care. He was going to destroy No.6.]
[You teach me and I'll teach you]
[ooc: If you have a different idea of how you would like to meet Shion just let me know!
As a note in the penalty prompt he will be trying to catch (and by this we mean stab) characters. He is trained in fighting but is also very weak and it will be very easy to stop him.
Characters are not in any particular danger from him in the final berserking prompt though he might lash out if they try to physically stop him]
You and Me
Then the dreams had come, sharp, vivid dreams where she saw Reno and Elena and Yu and Zelda and a good number of the others. And she'd known, known this was their world, that they remembered the Tower, that they were home and safe. So of course she'd wanted to find Shion even more now, to tell them that they'd succeeded, that most everyone had gotten home. She could live with being the unlucky one, she always kind of had been.
But all those thoughts are driven from her mind when she actually sees him. She'd heard about these rages before - the blind, uncontrollable rages where he no longer had the capability to think or act rationally, where he'd try to attack the source with no regard at all for his own well-being. He'd tried to take on Ganondorf, someone Xion herself and even Reno couldn't handle. And now she's seeing it herself for the first time.
It's terrifying. But what's most terrifying about it is that he isn't hurting someone else or even the environment that's the target of his attacks; he's only hurting himself. And he doesn't even care.
She runs forward, coming up behind him and wrapping her arms around him in a hug. Both to try to restrain him, and to maybe calm him. If he lashes out at her at all, that's fine. She even understands - memories sharp in her own mind of beating and shoving against the Aqua from Hinoto-Ri as the woman had held her, letting her work her way through the fears of a hopeful future that hurt to believe in.]
Shion! Shion, stop! You're only hurting yourself!
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searching far and wide 16th!
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[To catch them is my real test, Reset Penalty: 18th]
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damianos | ota | will match
but how are you gonna spend the rest of this day? [19th]
maybe press refresh and start again
19th
Damen?
[He doesn’t seem aware of it, but rising up behind Laurent as he approaches are the pillars and white stone of the Kingsmeet. Everything seems hazy, indistinct. As if ploughed from distant memory, which yeah.]
I thought you might have been eaten by some giant predatory bird.
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Jules Dagger Samari - The League
Of course something went wrong for him. He shouldn't have expected anything else. He'd heard how the mana pools worked and had only just decided to try them. Winding up here was definitely not where he'd been trying to go.
"I'm never using those minsid pools again."
That was enough to piss him off, but the island only made it worse. There was something about it that gave him an uneasy feeling. The landscape didn't make sense. There was desert over this way. A massive rainforest the other. A random skyscraper and palace in the next. A blaster was in his hand without him needing to think about it. This place set his nerves on edge that badly.
The Spaceship Pet Hate
Having not found any way back down, Jullien had been up on the floating island all day. For the last twenty minutes he's been standing dead still, gaping at a large space craft with the words Pet Hate stenciled on the hull.
"Not possible."
He couldn't process the fact that his ship was here. And yet... it wasn't his ship. He couldn't sync with it. Not at all. That had never been a problem before. He could control that entire ship with his mind alone and make it act like a part of his body. There was no way this was really the Pet Hate if he couldn't even enter the mainframe. But it was identical...
Midnight and After
Jullien saw the odd sweep start on the farthest edges of his vision. It made his entire body start screaming "run" before he even realized it was moving closer to him. Whatever that was, Jules would bet it would not bode well for him. He had to get out of here. So far he hadn't found any way to get off the island, so he did what his body was telling him and ran.
As the reset kept coming on, Jullien began to realize running wasn't going to save him. He was going to have to risk something that had a good chance of killing him itself. Teleporting off the island. It was a long way back, and he didn't usually attempt anything that far. Unless he wanted to find out what the sweep did to Andarions, he was going to have to try regardless of the consequences. He fixed a spot near the shore in his mind and triggered his Trisani abilities.
He wound up on the shore of Enso, in one piece. That was good. The blood pouring from his nose was not so good. The headache nearly breaking his head in half was so intense that he couldn't remember why bleeding from the nose was so bad besides the obvious. Unable to stay standing, he dropped to one knee and had to force himself to not collapse completely. Unconsciousness could kill him faster than the pain. If there was one thing Jullien has learned in his life it was that he couldn't ever be defenseless.
The Spaceship Pet Hate
"... Does it refer to the hatred of pets, or hatred that is a pet?" she lets the inquiry slip out in a rather absent tone.
This is a very important and most useful question.
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the drifter | ota | i'll match your format!
[Despite the strangeness, the air itself is quite peaceful, almost pleasant.]
[And at the center of it stands the Drifter.]
[To say that something of a shift has occurred in them would be an understatement. They stand easily, chin raised, their posture unbowed by any great, terrible weight clenching around their chest and their lungs. They move without delay and without any of the pained rasp that occasionally cuts the cadence of their breath.]
[They are free. From the illness wracking their body, from the looming specter of their own mortality.]
[And, above all, they seem content - moving at a leisurely pace, stopping, on occasion, to settle at the foot of the strange statues that swell out from the cracked, overgrown stone. Not out of exhaustion, or because they can no longer walk so many steps, as would be typical, but simply because they feel like it. Simply because they can.]
[Perhaps it will not last.]
[In the case that it does not, they aim to enjoy it for as long as they can.]
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The Knight is a little dot of monochrome in such a lively world, splashing in the water (and swimming, too, if it's deep enough). When they spot their friend in this vibrant place, they splash over quite happily to greet them.
They don't seem to feel the need to communicate through words; they simply cling onto the Drifter's hand as a greeting. ]
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Kanata shinkai • Ensemble Stars! • OTA
[ It's of very great importance, Kanata has learned, to use the mana pools. They're his guaranteed way to get to reach the sea whenever he starts to yearn for it, and that's exactly where he's headed when it redirects him to the floating island instead.
Much like many others, once he's realized there's no immediate way of leaving, the space he's settled down in begins to shift. It starts as a simple three walls and ceiling that block out the natural light, leaving everything within- a low sitting table, a small sofa, the tiled floor- muddled in darkness until a single, tall cylindrical tank phases into existence and casts a soft blue glow across the space.
And just like that, he recognizes this instantly and breathes out a small sound of surprise. Save for the missing wall, this is a skeleton of the Marine Biology Club room he's so lovingly built up across his third year at Yumenosaki. The collections of tanks and their contents are missing, but for each detail Kanata recalls, they just as easily seems to come into existence. It doesn't take long to realize he's very much in control of setting things as they ought to be, the way he knows they are in his memory. ]
Hmm.. Turtle-san.. no, Kamegorou's tank was "beside" Pufferfish-san's..
[ He mumbles quietly, giving a little shake of his head as he gently lifts a hand, rearranging the tanks. By now, he's spent a good deal of time reconstructing the space, complete with even the hum of the aquarium filters despite the lack of fish, and has yet to notice the way the glass of some tanks across the room begin to blip out of existence. Instead of spilling, however, the water merely floats through the air, unaffected by physics and unknown to Kanata. ]
(19th) limited HP.
[ With no way to tell the time, Kanata doesn't realize the hours passing through the night when the island resets itself, all signs of change deteriorating in an inward rush that he's completely unaware of while he's curled up against what was once a recreation of a fountain. When he wakes, the fountain is gone, but a set of six red hearts linger over his person, fixed in place.
He has absolutely no idea what this means, but it may be more apparent to any bystanders that watch him lose his balance after a quick shift of the terrain he's standing on that they're indicative of his health, one of the hearts blinking out of existence the moment he hits the ground. ]
wildcard.
[ Any personalized prompts go here! Let me know if you wanna work out any details beforehand. ]
17th
What is this place?
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wildcard?? later on the 17th
smh girl hitter
now look here
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Ginko | OTA
Much of this little island seems to be covered in snow, the landscape shaped into rocky mounds like the edges of mountains that didn’t have quite enough room to form properly. One patch of it, though, looks… a little out of place, vibrant and thriving in the midst of the snowy land around it.
And then there’s Ginko, sitting just at the edge of this patch of life, his tail swishing gently in the snow. He’s staring into the oasis, but shows no indication of planning to go in.
Actually, he looks a little bit distressed. Evidently, he’s not a huge fan of… this. But here it is, all the same.
B
This place is a little less jarring - not so extreme in either direction. Gray boulders dot the gently rolling hills, creating brief interruptions in the nearly knee-length grass.
On one of the hills sits the facade of an old, but well-kept house, white paper screens filtering the gentle light that shines onto polished wood porches. Further investigation, though, will find that the building simply stops there - no proper rooms, no further architecture beyond that front and a half-formed wood floor.
Ginko, in fact, seems to have discovered that; he circles out from behind the facade, having been looking over where it started and ended. He keeps his hands tucked into his pockets, like he’s tempted to touch it but carefully avoiding doing so. When he does happen to look up, to notice anyone else nearby, his ears flick upward under his wide-brimmed hat.
“--Oh. Hey.”
C - Wildcard
(( OOC: Let me know if you want to do something else! HMU for plotting here or at
ichimatsu | ota
Ah...
[These islands are starting to piss him off.]
[It's not enough being ten thousand feet in the sky or whatever, it's like the floating rock is trying to speak to him. At the very least, get on his good side. He doesn't know how else he'd explain the seemingly spontaneous way things seem to form into the terrain around him -- things wildly out of place. Wooden fences hewing themselves together, strips of concrete stained with garbage that's obviously never touched these lands... but it's no alley of his. Mainly because there's no cats. Unmoved, Ichimatsu ignores all familiarity and plods on.]
[And then there's these damned seeds.]
More? Seriously...
[He keeps finding them: in his pockets, in his knapsack, in his hood for god's sake. And he's not some freaking gardener. Even if he knew what these things grew into, he doesn't actually know how to grow them. Grudgingly, however, he picks yet another seed out of his pocket and deposits it into the glass jar he's been collecting them in. He's annoyed, but he's not stupid. He is so sick of fish and berries. And he's not about to look a free resource in the mouth. If this stuff grows into food, he'd really oughta at least try. But it's still sort of creepy how they're just showing up like this.]
[He shakes the jar of seeds, glowering at it, then tucks it into the front pouch of his hoodie. At least he'd left Pachinko home this time.]
[... he made it.]
[Or something. He doesn't know. His head is split with pain, like it's peeling open, and his blood is hot inside his veins -- like he cut it out and mixed it with battery acid and siphoned it all back inside, and fuck, what's going on? He blinks slowly at the gray sky and tries to focus his eyes. The world, the island, some sort of... blank ether. Like a soundwave, a ring of liquid, stretching towards him and swallowing him whole. Did he even try to get away? Jesus, he doesn't remember. Not like it matters; he already knows that this place doesn't give him a choice like that either way. Clearly, he's alive.]
[What a fucking disappointment.]
[Ice and heat and barbed wire tumble inside him as he sits up slowly, feeling himself list heavily to the side, and he's surprised when he has to catch himself on his arm. Bewildered, he stares down at himself. His hand lifts and presses against the numb side of his stomach. A rib gives like soft pudding under his touch. He laughs, a sharp, high-pitched noise, and pitches forward, hands flying up to his mouth to stop the dribble of blood from splattering all the way down his front.]
[Haha... wow. He got totally messed up.]
[His hands fly down from his mouth as he barks out another laugh. Blood sprays from between his teeth like a spritz bottle. Ichimatsu drags himself clumsily to his feet, feeling himself list again, like he's some low-budget zombie. He feels himself trembling, the whole of him enveloped in a red fog of pain. The only parts of him that don't hurt are the ones he can't feel.]
[He bends over and coughs, spitting thick, viscous red into the dirt. Red... red. Desperately, his mind grasps for something familiar. Who else is he supposed to think of?]
Heh... hh... Osomatsu-niisan... d-did... something fucked up like this h-happen to...
[He can't finish the thought. His hand shoots up to clutch the heavy feeling in his chest. It doesn't even matter to him when his fingers sink completely to the knuckles, like wet dough, and he just clenches his fingers to make sure it hurts the same. Thank god they're not here, he thinks. Maybe this just happens when you die here. Maybe the Storyteller was full of shit, and you just end up alone, and you turn into some horrible freak.]
[God. He hopes not. Those two... his brothers... don't deserve something like that.]
[Ichimatsu does.]
[He drops back down on his butt, feeling his insides shift like jellied meat, and draws his knees up. His forehead tucks down and he wraps his arms around his legs, waiting.]
[Doesn't matter. It was always gonna end in him wasting away, one way or another. Whether it's literal or not doesn't change anything.]
[He is so officially done with this disaster rock.]
[Ichimatsu has noticed for a while now that the islands are moving. At a pretty leisurely pace, granted, but leisurely fits him just fine. It gives him time to observe. And since he just spent a whole day recently as a horrible dying zombie man, he doesn't really feel like doing anything else drastic for a while. Nearly the entire day after first recovering, Ichimatsu stays curled up in his safe zone, watching the hazy silhouettes drift nearer and farther, like enormous, misshapen blimps. Near evening, he's begun watching a few more closely than the others.]
[The next day -- morning, in fact, because he'll sooner fly over the edge than go through another island reset -- Ichimatsu makes his way to the edge of the island, where dirt and stone cut off into a sheer drop. Mere feet of atmosphere hang between the cliff at his feet, and one in front of him, stretching out into the vast expense of another entire island.
Hands shoved into his pockets, Ichimatsu crouches down, then makes the leap across, hands emerging just in time for him to land on all fours. He stands, glancing impassively over his shoulder at the hunk of rock he's just ejected himself from.]
[Then he wheels all the way around, hissing and stomping his foot repeatedly as he waves a middle finger.]
You piece of shit floating rock! Die, asshole! I hope your island ass-hairs catch on fire!
[bITCH]
(>>wildcard! hit me up at
ii body horror yay
Living most of his life in a hospital and surrounded by death made him used to many things, but he can't say this is one of them. Still, he has to keep on a strong face. This isn't like the monsters he saw down below just after arriving— this was a person who was speaking words just a moment ago. Words about his brother...?]
Excuse me—
[This is even more difficult to go about than the other times he's run into a stranger up here, and so his steps are cautious, not sure if he'll cause anger merely in trying to approach.] That looks... incredibly painful. Are you able to move? Do you need help?
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Ignis Scientia | Final Fantasy XV | OTA (Spoilers for Episode Ignis)
[For once, the Astrals--or perhaps the Storyteller--are favoring Ignis because it's not until the morning of the 17th that his trip from the islets to Ensō through the mana pool takes an unexpected detour. It's force of habit for him to close his right eye during the brief moment of travel from one place to another, just as it is habit for that eye to fly open the moment he realizes he's not where he thinks he should be--a vain attempt to bring in as much information about his unexpected destination as possible. As soon as his eye opens, though, Ignis realizes there is a lot more going on than just the fact he's been hijacked from his intended end point.
Painfully more.
Light and color assault him, tongues of flame that burn his eye harshly enough that he drops to his knees from the pain and covers his face with his hands, knapsack falling into the dirt next to him. Ignis' breath comes in harsh gasps as he tries to figure out what is going on.
He could see. For one blissful--painful--moment, he could see. As much as he may have wished things had gone differently in Altissia, he'd never thought that hard about changing this. It was the price he paid. The cost of power. And it could have been so much more.
Why would the cost be refunded? The price returned? Shakily, his fingers move over the skin around his left eye. The scars are still there, so no, not everything has been fixed but...
Ignis lets his hands fall away and then slowly opens his right eye. Everything is so harsh, so bright, so beautiful. A soft--almost tentative--laugh slips from his mouth when he realizes that his left eye has opened as well--only a crack, the scarring prevents more--but still, he can see from it too.
He can see.]
Feb 18th to the 20th-Islands Open: The World’s A Beast Of A Burden
[By the 18th, the light and colors no longer seem so harsh. Ignis is surprised at how quickly he adjusts to having vision again. Of course, Altissia had just happened when he was brought back, but before that he spent months in the darkness and he's spent weeks in the darkness since returning. He still feels sick off and on, though he's not sure if that is caused by dizziness or the landscape that forms around him whenever he stays in one place too long. Destroyed buildings, broken statues, fallen bridges. Altissia follows him in all its ruined glory. What's worse is that each glimpse of the ruined city makes the small object in his jacket pocket weigh more and more.
The Ring of the Lucii.
Ignis knows it wasn't there when he originally arrived, but at some point in the last day that little weight showed up in a formerly empty pocket. When he pulled it out to see what it was, he actually dropped it, phantom sensations of fire burning through his body once more despite the fact that the ring's metal had been cold to the touch. Cold, as if it had lay on the ground in the rain. Cold, as the chill that had lived in his bones since the moment the power granted to him by the Kings of Old faded from him.
He'll never admit to anyone that he is very careful to prevent his skin from actually touching the ring again as he picks it up and deposits it back in his pocket. What is it doing here? Noctis has his version of the ring and the ring had left Ignis' possession long before he returned to the island.
Why it is here? Why is it with him?
And why does thinking about it too hard make him feel even sicker than looking at the ruins of Altissia does?]
(OOC Note: Second prompt can also be used as a Wild Card if you so desire! Will match formatting...until I'm a dork and forget. Oops.)
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[Around him--either ignored or unnoticed--the scenery seemed to flicker into another city entirely, built in a way at once advanced and yet unknowably ancient.]
Hm. Whatever nonsense has the Storyteller gotten us into now?
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Yes! Temporary cure pals! \o/
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Taako | OTA
The advent of the new sky islands do not go unnoticed by Taako. This is an elf who spends entirely enough time cloud gazing his way through tasks--flopped down in a fishing vantage point, draped luxuriously by a cooking fire and stirring with Mage Hand, however he can disguise industriousness as indolence and make it look good. It would be hard for him not to notice, and unusually for him, he's actually kinda into the idea of exploring something new?
Exploring is for suckers, unless it's exploring that only Taako can do. It's like being determined to break the boundaries in a videogame, and probably fling yourself into terrifyingly infinite unspace, but in real life. What is magic but an extended debate with physics that you sometimes actually win? He's got some new (old) tricks back in his stylish sleeves, and it's been awhile since he solved a problem by turning into a bird.
"I can't tell if this is the kind of thing, if we're supposed to get up there? Which I don't love, but I do still wanna get there first," he says, unusually animated by the dilemma, "Or what if we're not supposed to?" Clearly this idea fills him with a terrible glee. "Maybe there's cool shit. I'll livestone it, show you how a professional does things."
A) Feb 15 but later, continuing into the 16th: Gay Bird Yells At Clouds
Taako flew all the way here from Enso, and boy are his arms tired. Eh? No? Oh well. Anyway, he didn't turn into this striking and colorful dove (which is indistinguishable from a garbage-eating city pigeon actually) just to be able to make that joke. He can't make it anyway, because he's a bird, and birds, with notable exceptions, don't say shit.
Though, here in a couple minutes, it looks a lot like this bird might want to say shit, and some other choice swears as well. Just a real fancy and kinda freaked out bird, because the spell burning a hole in his metaphorical pocket, that he was so psyched to put to an actual, useful purpose? Backfired in just the worst way. Guess this is just his life for now? Exploring this weird sky island, to the extent of his featherbrained abilities. Being an early adopter means there probably aren't many people around yet, so he'd be pretty glad to run into just about anybody, though he's not gonna say that. Because, bird.
Meanwhile his surroundings are doing some vague things. A dome here, a hot spring that's about to be sued for spa copyright infringement there, is that a fucking stove? It's a mess. Look, cha boy moved once a year for a century, lived a fairly nomadic life before that, and ran a traveling show after, followed by a strenuous run of adventuring. What's a magic island going to do with that? Have fun. What's home, to this asshole? As time goes on, the kitcheny bits will start to overtake the other detritus of an itinerant life, but even that's bound to give the island a workout, or would if he would stay still.
B) Later the 16th, and on: Taako is a Mistake and So Can You
'Over it' is Taako's rating for this adventure. The glitches and encroaching, what, some kind of hellscape? Some ancient elemental fire planar bullshit? This looks like a party he's glad he wasn't invited to, and he'd love to skip the recap, too. The way it seems like the islands are almost remembering something has him kinda ruffled.
Literally, because he spent a night outside the magic circle, though in his defense, he was even dumber than usual at the time. Not to say that this isn't some kind of Look—wings with vibrant undersides, like a fashionably lined cloak, brightly contrasting feathery ruff, these are great additions to Taako's wardrobe. The scaly bird feet, though, not so much. Probably not something judicious application of a pumice stone is gonna fix.
Anyway, seems like these islands aren't the greatest place to chill. Taako may be no scrub, having his own ride home, but not everyone is so blessed, and he guesses maybe he can help. If someone is looking as done with these islands as Taako feels, then he may have an offer they absolutely can and probably should refuse.* “Hey, scale of one to ten, how bad do you want to get off this wild ride?”
*The polymorph spell now comes with a 25% chance crit fail consequence—24 hours stuck in whatever shape. Feel free to roll/rng this, or just decide for dramatic purposes!
C) Wildcard--Feel free to hmu @
earlier the 16th-- good job, bird brain
This kind of sucks? They're not remotely prepared for this adventure, lacking everything but the knives almost constantly secured to their person. From what they've inspected thus far, there's no food to be found- no animals, nothing. It's pretty, but useless.
And now that their curiosity has been sated, they can't get down. Woe. Have one ever heard such a miserable tale?
...Or seen such a miserable bird?
"Aren't you flying a little too high, for a pigeon?" Regardless of whether Chara is like, the last person he'd hope to find up here, they seem... different, than what he'd usually expect from them. Expression one of open curiosity, lax as they remain seated at the island's edge.
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Ren | ota
[Look, Ren is always doing her best. The problem is that sometimes her best attempt is a normal person's worst and that rings true now. Being warped into the sky is scary and feeble attempts to shut her eyes and wish this bizarre nightmare away yield nothing. It's bare. It's weird. There's nothing here. No soft meows to guide her to a safe area, no purple clad cat whistling, no elves standing tall and surveying the area because they aren't afraid of anything and, worst of all, there's no Seto.
She really wants to hide. Because the unknown is something she can't deal with and all her usual comforts are, more than likely, still plastered on the ground below her. Below this island. Horrible. But she keeps trying to shut her eyes and will this away. If only she had a place to hide, maybe-
It doesn't take long for the island to shift. Buildings and pillars that resemble glitches from the way they're toppled and broken apart start to appear, fractured pieces of cement begin to cover the ground, pools of standing water with lotus flowers and rusted cars at their center start to form.
And, hey, you might find her trying to amble up one of the broken pillars. For someone all about Being Safe, that sure seems dumb. But she seems happy-content enough to hum a little melody while she hobbles around this all too familiar terrain. You might even catch her singing about pretty flowers or round white moons or spicy warm eggs.]
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[Have you ever wanted to deal with a raccoon sized Ren? Because now's your chance.
She thought it was safe, honestly. The way the island formed into what might be the only location in her world she can recall having fond memories for seemed to denote as much. It's why she napped in that area and it's why-
She's tiny and freaking out. It's 2' tall Ren versus the world and she couldn't handle it at her normal 5' 3'' self. It's not going well.
At varying points of the day, she can be seen attempting to shove herself into her normal sized bag, only to realize she doesn't quite fit with all the items inside. Horrible. Maybe you see her trying to slowly drag said bag to a Safe Place, because all her treasures are in there, and it's difficult to pull pounds of garbage around. Also horrible.
Stop her.]
B- Because clearly this is the best way to meet a Ren
[As he got closer he realised that this was not a child. She did not look like a child, just a very small person. She was probably closer to his own age.] Are you alright? [He crouches down, to be closer in height to her]
and this is clearly the best way to meet a Good Boy
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[If you thought that Crow would be Concerned about suddenly ending up on one of those new islands in the sky... well, you don't know Crow very well, do you? As such, he can be found running, jumping, just basically exploring every inch this island has to offer.
It doesn't take long however for the island to respond to his presence, shifting as buildings--or at least, attempts at buildings but have since fallen into disrepair, emerge and take shape, along with what looks like attractions you'd see at an abandoned amusement park: a broken down roller coaster, tea cups, swings, and merry-go-round. There's even a ferris wheel that stands the tallest over all the others.
Crow's ideas of exploring any further go completely out the window as he can only stare at the sad sign that greets him.
Welcome to Lunar Hill Fun Land. This is where Crow used to live before he showed up here.]
B. Where I Can Fly... ?
[It had not even occurred to him that there could be danger in being on this island for a night. After all, it was practically natural to him, spending nights sitting in abandoned and broken down places. It was home to him.
When he awakens from a rather abrupt need to go into sleep mode for a little while, he discovers that there's been some... interesting changes, to say the least, if the cat ears poking out from under his hat, and... bird wings on his back too? How does this even go together...
... He is going to try to use those wings though, against better judgement, so you might catch this dumb boy attempting to jump off of a high spot and... probably just glide downward or outright crash because the wings will probably have trouble carrying his weight.]
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He's not going to jump, is he?
... OH HE'S GOING TO JUMP-]
CROW, NOOOO!
[Not that Mickey can literally do anything about it, but he runs forward, arms out and hollering.]
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Chara | OTA | will match formatting!
[If there is one thing Chara has fully accepted, at this point in their life, it is that they will never return to the world from which they had originated.
It's impossible, first of all. One cannot simply come back from death, haha. Not in the way they had died. Not for as long as they had been laid to rest, body long since turned into nothing more than mulch beneath a patch of flowers, waiting to cushion the fall of another child who falls down. In part... they also have no intent to go back. Sol Raveh had been a war zone, and LifeAftr came with its own complications still, but in comparison, could they truly say they weren't better? That worlds like these were composed of more worthwhile individuals than their whole world ever had been?
No. They had no need to go back, ever. Their world was never a place they belonged- it had taught them that quite soundly.
...But they still...
Like parts of it.
Which is why they can be found, for the majority of those first few days, on a relatively small island, tending to flowers that don't really need it. The glowing blossoms whisper idle commentary of their own health as water quietly trickles along a river, falling off the edge and seemingly disappearing into nothing. It's not real, and it's not home.
But in the shallow cave near the center of the island is something else. A worn statue, unhindered by water, plays a ceaseless tune, quietly hummed under the child's breath.
And it's better than anything Chara's ever likely to have again.]
18th | Error.exe
Unfortunately, it's not all fun and games. It just takes an accident for them to be caught in the crumbling island at midnight, yelling out as they're consumed and--
unceremoniously dumped onto the island's inner circle, staying still as the world breaks down, and rebuilds around them. It takes most of the evening, until, of course, it's time to move. Quite suddenly, they aren't so inclined to stay on this island alone, anymore.
If only they could move.
Chara walks five steps forward. Scowling, they pause, foot raised in the air at they stay at the ground, then slowly...attempt to bring it down. Almost immediately, the world seems to glitch, and they're right back where they started.
The loud, unrestrained curses the child lets out is a great indication of how long this has been going on for.
[Got another idea? Feel free to wildcard me!]
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What he finds is far more interesting then just water. They're not lilies floating on a pond where a silver-haired girl sang a song about the moon, but pretty blue flowers that somehow could talk. Or repeat things...? He's not sure which it is. Either way it's pretty cool.
And if he's not stopped, Seto is going to wander this place, although he's careful not to step on the flowers.]
This is really pretty....
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Edward Elric | OTA
Grass covers the landscape, swaying gently in the breeze. A dirt road winds through a few rolling hills, a wooden fence partioning off one field that looks as though something would have been grazing there. On the far side of the island, near the edge, a burned husk of a tree stands near the crumbled remains of what was once a home. Ed hasn't bothered to wander over there--he knows what he'll find. Instead he sits at the top of one of the hills, arms resting on propped-up knees as he stares over the landscape with a distant, melancholy expression. His ears twitch toward anyone approaching, but it's not until they come close that he actually looks over with a raised eyebrow.
"Need a ride off?"
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Lup | OTA
It's taken only like a dozen nauseating mana pool jumps to finally make it up to these damn rocks in the sky. Probably wasn't a super dignified sight, Lup yelling increasingly gnarly threats at puddles while popping up all over Enso and the islets, but she knew they'd take her up there eventually, that's what they're for. God, she fucking hates mana pool travel.
And there's jack shit up here, turns out. The islands are about as serene as they looked from the ground, floating around aimlessly like pieces of like five different landscape puzzles. It might be pretty, if she wasn't highkey ruffled for just, so many reasons. Not like she slept a wink last night, and whose fucking fault is that.
First thing she does is try to get Taako on the Stone again, in case it had just been some weird distance problem, but no dice. The fact that there's no obvious threats around doesn't really make her feel better at all, because there's got to be some reason he isn't answering. It's not funny anymore, he's not just being a stubborn dick about it or something. She knows something's wrong and she's gonna tear up every one of these shifty ass islands until she's found him.
17th, The Starblaster, ota
Vaulting from island to island across the imposing distance down to the ground is pretty exhausting, apparently. Especially when every leap and landing makes you feel like you've torn half your stitches. But even now that she's found Taako and they've agreed to keep investigating the islands, Lup's still determined to keep moving. It's not lost on her, the way half-familiar shapes keep popping up around her while she's waiting for the next rock to come into reach; a grand stage, a sun-bleached bone pillar, an old ornate stove. It's like the islands are mindlessly cribbing off her memories without understanding them, dragging up snatches of her past, hollow and pointless. She's not into it and doesn't let it get out of hand.
But even Lup needs to sit her ass down once in a while, and finally she dozes off in the cool shade of a tree. And when she awakens, she feels a soft hum and buzz of engines in her bones that's so familiar, it's like a void has been filled that she hadn't even realized was there. She's leaning against a mast on a gleaming silver deck, white sails emblazoned with a colorful logo billowing in a faint breeze. It's the ship that's taken her to amazing places for a hundred years and she hurries to her feet, takes in the closed doors to the bridge, the slowly rotating shimmering ring of the Bond Drive hovering at the end of the deck and feels, almost, like she's home.
And it hurts, because she knows it's not real, but it's so good to see it anyway. Like she doesn't dream about this almost every night, the parties they've had up on this deck, the daring escapes, the terrifying view of the approaching Hunger, the breathtaking view of alien sunsets. She wanders across the deck like she's in a trance, expecting to hear Davenport's exasperated voice over at the helm, Magnus and Merle shooting the shit, the rhythmic scribble of Lucretia's writing, Barry nerding out about something, Taako calling everyone to dinner.
But it's all silent around her, and she grips the railing until her knuckles are white, looking out over the world she's stranded on with tears in her eyes.
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When she steps back, she's able to catch sight of some fabric with a word(??) she can barely make out, looks to the spooky ring and turns her gaze to the statue on the side, the figure that looks like-
Oh good so this place is safe and any qualms she had about exploring it are gone when recognition hits. And she's not sure her voice can carry that far up, over the machine's whirring, so from her position on the ground, she starts rapping her knuckles on the side of the ship to get Lup's attention. Look at her!! Before she starts throwing rocks!!
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