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Entry tags:
- coco: héctor rivera,
- critical role: beauregard,
- critical role: mollymauk tealeaf,
- critical role: yasha nydoorin,
- fragile dreams: ren,
- hollow knight: the knight,
- hyper light drifter: the drifter,
- marble hornets: tim wright,
- mass effect: legion,
- mushi-shi: ginko,
- original: chip abaroa,
- original: erika fisher,
- original: mira delacroix,
- osomatsu-san: ichimatsu matsuno,
- pokemon sun & moon: guzma,
- red vs. blue: agent washington,
- undertale: asgore dreemurr,
- undertale: chara dreemurr,
- voltron: keith kogane,
- voltron: takashi shirogane,
- ✖ critical role: nott,
- ✖ detention: fang ray shin,
- ✖ ffxv: prompto argentum,
- ✖ hollow knight: the hollow knight,
- ✖ hyper light drifter: the guardian,
- ✖ no.6: shion,
- ✖ okami: amaterasu,
- ✖ persona 5: ann takamaki,
- ✖ red vs. blue: agent carolina,
- ✖ red vs. blue: dylan andrews,
- ✖ rwby: pyrrha nikos,
- ✖ the lion guard: dogo,
- ✖ the property of hate: hero,
- ✖ undertale: frisk,
- ✖ undertale: muffet
October Intro: I Think We Should Run
INTRO LOG: OCTOBER
Who: New arrivals, and you!
What: New souls arrive to the archipelago of LifeAftr
When: October 4th and onward
Where: Primarily Nuidan, though Ensō is also likely
Warnings: Mark as needed!
What: New souls arrive to the archipelago of LifeAftr
When: October 4th and onward
Where: Primarily Nuidan, though Ensō is also likely
Warnings: Mark as needed!
Nuidan: Checking that the Coast is Clear
This time around, newest arrivals to the archipelago of LifeAftr will open their eyes to the skies overlooking the relatively recent island of Nuidan. Namely, they'll be waking in the northern quadrant of said island, the region perpetually locked in the season of spring. This means rich fields of gold and green and buff-colored grass and skies swollen with unshed rainclouds. The scent of turned soil and petrichor mingles with the faint, earthy scent of manure.
It's not an unpleasant way to wake. There are doubtless worse places to rouse yourself. But the cloud of dust clotting up the horizon soon suggests that there might be a bit more to the circumstances of your arrival than some nice weather.
And, unfortunately, that's exactly the case. There's a herd of something charging directly for you, and nothing short of a natural disaster is going to sway them from their course.
Quadrupedal, herbivorous, and scaly, aptonoths resemble dinosaurs in appearance more than they do so in their generally placid nature. They are far more akin to cows in temperament, even if their skin is a good deal more leathery. Even the broad spikes at the ends of their tail or the heavy horns atop their heads aren't terribly dangerous unless the entire herd feels threatened. While aptonoths are typically easily tamed, in this case they are far from amenable to conceding to anyone's interference.
It's probably best to try and get out of their way. Fast.
Ensō: 'Cause They're Already Ghosts
Things are quieter on LifeAftr's mainland. They might seem a little...eerily so, in fact. Today officially marks the day that the Storyteller makes their departure, and seeks out new islands for you intrepid explorers to uncover. The difference that their absence creates is small, at first, and most prominently felt on Ensō itself.
The temple is the most obvious thing. It simply looks...defeated and empty, as hollow and unoccupied as it currently is. That aura of proud mystery is absent, though the Chamber of Glyphs at least remains as it was. But anyone who comes looking for the Storyteller themself at this time will find no one waiting for them. No flower-touched animal, no old, dusty tome. You're currently on your own.
Or...maybe not? The Storyteller was courteous enough to issue a warning last month about the nature of the dream-island of Mu. The effects of that island will start to make themselves evident in small, simple ways: namely, in the way you're going to start seeing things.
The source of these odd quirks in the fabric of reality is easily explained by the presence of clockroaches, one of Mu's wily dream-creatures. You'd be hard-pressed to catch a glimpse of any of them directly; they specialize in the ethereal and the ephemeral, and seldom reveal themselves to anyone if they can help it. But you might, if you're very attentive or very lucky, see some indistinct, silver-misted blur disappearing behind the trunk of a tree in a blink-swift ghost of motion.
But they are, in essence, harmless. At least...for the moment.
As of October 4th, the Storyteller will be unavailable for both IC Contact threads and Item Requests. If you need anything vital backdated, just let us know!
All new arrivals will awake with knapsacks, their names stitched to the front. The contents of said knapsacks can all be found in your acceptance notices!
As a final note to those who participated in the Test Drive Meme, bear in mind that those threads, if all parties involved would like, can be game canon in the form of dream-like memories involving a place very much like this one, though the layout is considerably different.
Feeling a tad adrift? Make sure to check the Locations Page, which has details regarding the starting areas and a handy map for those who feel better with a bird's eye view!
( CODED BY BOOTYCALL )
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[ Shiro wakes on the island, bayard in hand. He's disoriented, but more importantly, as he gets to his feet, he's worried. Wherever he is, he shouldn't be here; the team needs him back home. He needs to be there for them, to form Voltron so they can defeat Zarkon once and for all. If he's not there, what will happen to the universe? More importantly, what will happen to his team?
Keith, Pidge, Lance, Hunk... Allura and Coran, too.
Of course, he's not giving much of a respite before he hears, unmistakably, the sound of a stampede. Shiro looks around desperately, and he sees... another person? ]
Come on, we have to get out of here!
[ He's ready to throw them over his shoulder if he has to. ]
second step
[ Eventually, he makes his way to Enso. He breathes in the scent of the ocean, the wind through the trees, the solid ground under his feet. He loves space--really, he does--but this is something else. It's been a while, after all, and it's so easy to lose himself in everything he's hearing, feeling, smelling.
So much so that he doesn't notice if he has a visitor. ]
first light
Hey, are you-
[ then she hears it, too. the sound of a stampede. and boy oh boy does she know what running away from danger feels like. she doesn't hesitate to get a head start, grabbing onto shiro's wrist instinctually. she's not leaving him behind. ]
C'mon!
[ where are they running to? she has no idea, but she's going to veer off to the side, hoping to get out of the path of the stampede. ]
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He’d tracked what he’d planned to be dinner when something spooks it. He surges forward with a shrill whistle to Ember but they both know it’s too late.
The bird sweeps through with a frustrated cry and he doesn’t hear it. He’d looked up and found a familiar face. He’d went with the Marmora armor for the sake of stealth. It feels a bit like deja-vu as he takes a step forward.] Shiro? When did you get here?
...And how much do you know about where we are.
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A shame she's going to drop an entire handful when she's faced with... a new face, one that looks desperate and confused. Something she's seen time and time again now.]
W-what? Excuse me, but what are-
[But then she begins to feel it, a disturbance in the ground beneath her feet. Not an earthquake, but it's definitely making things move. And it was coming this way.]
...Oh no. [Now she's firmly looking at this man.] You're right, we have to go!
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[This guy - he swears he's seen him before. Can't say where. On the islands before, maybe, but more overpowering is the memory of Keith asking him to keep an eye out for him. They must've reconnected by then, right? Unless there's something else going on - ]
[Don't go throwing this space marine over your shoulder, Shiro. Wash is too busy jamming his rifle up against his shoulder in preparation to fire if these things get too close.]
Move! I'll cover you!
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Prompto was up in the tree picking off what he could and tossing them down into the sand, not paying too much attention to where he was throwing them and just counting how many he should have.
Down by the bottom of the tree was a net crudely woven together to form a sack, not too noticable until one looked closely.]
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[If Shion learned anything from the stampede on Ziziphus it's that running directly away is bad, you have to get out of the path which is why he is trying to vere off to the left. He's running as fast as he can, he can only hope that the months of building up strength and stamina have been successful. Aster really would be furious with him if he died again.
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[There's a very tiny jackal, attempting to get Shiro's attention.]
Can you hear me?
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Second Step
With a muzzle stained a blue-purple fron her afternoon snack of blackberries and blueberries, the wolf licks her lips and saunter right up onto a rock high above the surf - she doesn't like to get wet, and even the seaspray makes her fur feel gross - and circles around under the curls up on the warm stone.
Aah...this is nice.]
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He seems... a bit lost, which may or may not be the case. It could well be his typical state of being for all Carolina knows, but that aqua armor does pause, helmeted head tilting ever so.]
... lost?
[Feel free to say no and Carolina will happily return to scouting around.]
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nott the brave ( ota )
[There's dust on the horizon, the rumbling of stampeding animals in the air, and thin whimpering coming from a large nearby stone embedded in the grass.
On the other side of the stone, cowering from the incoming danger, is a tiny green person, a goblin for those familiar, shaking like the earth beneath many rampaging feet and gripping her knapsack close to her chest.
She doesn't know where Caleb or anyone else is. She doesn't know what to do without them. She wants to look for them, to ensure they're safe, but the fear that grips her heart stops her.
With a tremulous hand, she reaches into her cloak and pulls out a shiny, solid platinum flask, engraved with a dainty floral design on the edges. She unscrews the cap with some difficulty and takes a large chug of its contents. First priority: get drunk. Second priority: get the hell out of here. One step at a time.
One step at a time.]
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[Now on Ensō, and now having realized she is on an island of all things and won't be off it any time soon, Nott has taken to broodily glaring at the ocean from the rocky side of the beach, hood pulled low over her head and porcelain doll mask with the red painted lips firmly in place over the lower half of her face. She knows there are several other people stuck here with her, now, and she knows that here is a place surrounded, endlessly, by water.
Whoever invented water only to let Nott get trapped by it is going to pay for it sooner or later. She doesn't care if it was one or more of the gods. Whoever's behind its design would have to be incredibly twisted.
She twists the Ring of Water Walking on her finger in agitation, the only ring she saved from those she'd collected with Jester. At least between this thing and her infinite flask, she's set for a while, but one cannot live on water repellent and endless booze alone.
She'd really like it if Caleb were here. He'd know what to do. He always knows what to do.
She spies something out of the corner of her eye, something shooting towards her, and instinctively she flinches bodily, pulling out her clockwork crossbow to point at it... and sees nothing. The... air looks out of place, like there had to be something in it just moments ago, but there is plainly nothing there.
Experimentally, she waves an arm out to try to feel whatever may be lurking invisibly around her. Nothing. She sighs, and then she hears footsteps nearby, and this time she's certain of it when she points the Tinkertop Bolt Blaster 1000 at a real, living being, eyes wild over her mask.]
three.
[wildcard option! plot with me at
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Then she points something at them and they stop short. Thankfully, months of living here have made them far less likely to go for their nail and get their self-defense in first. Even if they don't know the word for 'crossbow', they certainly understand the motions of a weapon when it's pointed at them.
They stare at her and raise their hand to...wave. Very cautiously.
Hello? ]
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And somehow, Ren finds herself at the end of a weapon yet again, her hands flying up and palms opening to show that she's got nothing. She's terrified actually, of this half masked individual who probably thought she was a ghost sneaking around, so-
Some shaky words manage to make their way out as she tries to Deescalate This. Please don't shoot her.]
I'm not scary.
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The glint of a metal object catches his attention, and a glance around finds something familiar. Someone familiar.
Fuck.
It's like the glaive in his chest again, seeing Nott out there. Here. Whatever the hell this was. Was she...?
No, fuck that. He didn't have time for this. ]
Nott!
[ Molly hollers, trying to get her attention before she was too shitfaced. ]
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[The pass just over Nott's hiding place in a violet blur, their after-image imprinted in the empty air for mere seconds before their dash takes them several paces past, and then - they skid abruptly to a halt, jerking around to stare at the shape huddled in the grass.]
[And just to be safe, their ignite their hard-light blade in a cyan blaze.]
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The Knight | OTA
[ For most people, perhaps it would be wise to stay away from a stampeding herd of much larger creatures.
Not so the Knight, who is particularly reckless in their choice of adventure today - though to be fair, it's something they can quickly turn into helping other people. They're light and agile enough to hitch a ride, and even in their much taller form, the aptonoth serving as their steed is concentrating on running rather than trying to throw their impulsive rider.
If you happen to be waking up or just in the way of the herd, you might see an odd sight; a horned, tall bug in a cloak riding one of the stampeding dinosaurs. Catching their attention is a good way to get yourself scooped out of the chaos and into relative safety.
Or perhaps they've already spotted you, and they're offering their hand, drawing close so they can haul you up and save you from being immediately trampled. ]
b. who's there?
[ The Knight has only experienced hallucinations without meaning once in their life, and that was here on Enso; they're not eager to repeat the experience. Odd distortions in the landscape, strange flickers of silver creatures that seem to be there one minute and gone the next...they don't like it.
It's not safe, they don't think. So you might come across a small bug, barely two feet tall, standing or crouching in complete stillness. Watching what appears to be nothing at all with laser-focused intent, nail in hand.
What are they looking for? Who knows. But they're on the hunt. ]
c. ???
[ Wildcard! Do whatever your heart desires. ]
b
Did you see anything?
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The Guardian | OTA
[From death, to a dream with those old and new, to another dream with a storytelling God and then waking. It is difficult to keep up when one fully expected everything to end after closing their eyes for the last time.
Evidently not.
The Guardian is normally not one to wake slowly but the fog setting over the drifter's mind makes it difficult to move quickly. They have suffered head injuries before, helmet or no, but this was not quite it. No, it is likely the disorientation that came from...
Well, the Guardian is unsure if they are awake or still dreaming. But it is something they will have to decide on later. The sound of hooves pounding on the ground catches their attention and the sight of the charging pack of aptonoth is enough to get them up and moving. But rather then getting out of the way immediately, the Guardian is going to stay behind to rouse those who are not yet awake or help anyone who needs it.]
We need to go.
B - Ghosts
[What they recorded on their map in the first dream was gone along with the entire map of Buried Time. The Guardian's sprite otherwise still worked (suggesting that whatever erased the map knew exactly what they were doing) and so they set out to map this place out again.
The Storyteller's temple was their first stop, wandering through the ruins in an effort to see if they can find the location of the second dream. The Storyteller was not the first God to come to the Guardian in a vision or dream but it was a first to learn so much information at once and they wished to speak to the God again if possible.
But sadly they appear to be gone for the moment. The Guardian stops for now in the Chamber of Glyphs to update their map and can be found there for a while, tapping away at the screen their sprite is projecting.
The Guardian soon moves on once the temple has been mapped as much as possible. Night was soon falling and they assumed the God did not want people sleeping in their temple. The Guardian yet did not want to sleep but they do know they will have to find a place to rest eventually.
But as they are travelling the Guardian soon catches something moving out of the corner of their eye. It is purely a reflexive action to draw their blade, spinning around on their heel to catch whatever moved.
Or whoever, as it may be the case.]
b.
[A familiar silhouette - not Judgment, not the jackal. Something they parsed once, in a dream.]
[Tall. Half-horned. A hard light blade sprung to life.]
[The Drifter starts to cough as they grope for their own, hazarding the apparition as exactly that - some intangible, too-brief thing because surely they cannot be real. Not after a dream was the closest the Drifter was willing to accept they would ever get.]
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Mollymauk Tealeaf • OTA
[ It really wasn't a bad way to wake up, especially if you didn't expect to wake up at all. That dream has been weird, and made little sense in the context of what he last remembered.
Spitting in that bastard's face. A few snowflakes on his skin. Darkness.
This was definitely different. Not what he had expected at all - it should have been more serenity and moonlight, as far as he had gathered - but nice enough.
Molly brushes sand off his coat, sighs at the destruction of his incense and disguise kit, and is then ready to look through this weird knapsack with his name on it (his name, he's still Molly). That's when the rumble reaches him, the dust at the horizon which far too quickly turn into some kind of creatures running wild.
Immediately, he's trying to dash for cover, because this was the worst welcome committee he had ever seen. Molly's not going to be able to hide in his colorful outfit, looking like he tumbled through a craft store - but at least it makes him easy to spot just in case someone would be kind enough to give the disaster tiefling a hand before he gets trampled.
Mollymauk is definitely not impressed with this shitty excuse for an afterlife any more. ]
'Cause They're Already Ghosts
[ Stampede madness and other bullshit dealt with, there was another island to see. Molly kind of regrets it immediately, because it feels really empty and weird. Maybe he shouldn't stick around here on his own, but he wanted some more answers. Anything to explain more of this bullshit.
There's something strange going on, though, because the little flicks of weird just in the corner of his red eyes is making his tail swish agitatedly. Maybe this wasn't a good idea at all.
It's not so strange that the next time he hears something, the colorful tiefling puts a hand on a scimitar and turns around quickly to face whatever was following him. It's not what he expected, however.
Maybe it's even you. ]
ghosts
[The Drifter is ordinarily a good deal more alert than this - call their attention scattershot as a result of aforementioned shadows and shapes. Their pace slows, their attention diverted by a flicker of motion disappearing behind a tree, and when they turn there's something drawing a sword.]
[While they are not an easy creature to read by nature - the stripe of cobalt skin they keep visible is limited in expression to their dark-pit eyes - it's apparent that the Drifter is startled when their hand flies to their side. Their blade springs to life with a hum of hard-light energy, a blaze of cyan glowing at their side.]
[Little more than default, defensive instinct - you startled them.]
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coast >:-)
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the hollow knight ⦁ ota ⦁ hollow knight spoilers everywhere
ii. see-through
iii. wildcard
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(There was no reason for it to be the case. They wouldn't look for any more miracles.)
But the familiar sound of chains and slow footsteps rouses them from their contemplation, the rumble of distant danger, and they stop thinking and simply act because what else can they do?
The Hollow Knight may still think they're dreaming. A bug their match in height comes pelting over the grass, grabbing their remaining hand in both of theirs, insistently pulling-half-almost-carrying them away from danger.
If not for the different horns, the non-tattered cloak, the lack of scars -- so many little differences adding up -- they could almost be the Hollow Knight's reflection.
(Their shadow might be more accurate. Fallen, not chosen, left behind at the open door.
Sibling.) ]
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[Okay, Hero's seen The Lion King before. She knows the drill here.
Which is to say, there's a small child bolting across the fields away from the stampede. She's looking for a rock or tree, or something that could break the flow, but it's all just wheat and grass. She's not sure she can run fast enough to turn and get out of their way before they catch up, and anyway it's hard to tell from here just how wide the herd might be.
So. Yeah. Running.]
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[Hero's made her way to Enso, It sounds like that's the island where the most people live, and spending a little time off the stampede island sounds nice right now.
Without someone to direct her through this, she's a little lost. RGB always decided where to go and what to do before. He might not know any better than her if he were here - it's not like he's been here before either - but he would definitely pretend he did, and she wouldn't have minded letting him.
Now she's all on her own. She should find somewhere to sleep for tonight, and probably something to eat too. It isn't as scary and big a mission as it might've been before; she's used to being in strange places now. Things here change a little when she turns around, but none of them have attacked her, so it doesn't really matter. She just hopes the sun here works right. It's still high in the sky. That should mean she's got a while before nighttime.
For the moment, though, she's distracted by something in her peripheral vision, darting behind a rock. It was small and fast - was it a bug? Quietly, Hero creeps around the rock to try and catch a look.]
...where'd it go?
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Even in a much taller form, they're still able to cover long distances quickly; they've grown far more used to their new form in recent days.
They peer down at Hero as they catch up with her. It takes them a moment to recognise her (everyone looks a bit different when you're so tall) but when they do, they offer her a hand with a glance backwards at the rapidly-approaching herd.
Want a ride? ]
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[About an hour after seeing the first flicker out of the corner of his eye, Héctor decided enough is enough. It's unsettling, yes, indeed. Either he's been overdoing it and really does need more rest, or it's a new symptom of being forgotten and... he still needs more rest.
And so for the rest of the afternoon of the 4th, he'll be under a tree in the shade, straw hat covering his face and backpack stuffed with shirts serving as his pillow (as it usually does). A sleeping skeleton, how adorable. It's a good thing his face is covered up--he'd look like a completely dead skeleton, empty eyesockets and all, if it weren't for his ribs 'breathing' as he sleeps.]
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[... who the hell would die in a position like that? What, did the guy sleep himself to death? Show him the secret. His curiosity piqued, Ichimatsu trudges closer and drops down into a crouch next to the skeleton with his patchy eyebrows rising into his hairline. Huh... come to think of it, it's kinda weird that the clothes and gear are still in decent condition. He would've thought those would degrade way before the body did. Anyway, this guy obviously doesn't have any more use for his stuff, so...]
[Ichimatsu grabs for the strap of the backpack and gives it a hard tug, intending to pull it right out from under the skeleton's head. He definitely hasn't noticed Héctor's ribs moving at all.]
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[Well, if nothing else, it seems Ziziphus was good for something- it taught Muffet a great deal about animal wrangling.]
[She can't stop the entire stampede, or even most of it, but she's doing her best to steer parts of it in slightly safer directions, darting in and around the edges of the thundering herd to lasso a beast with purple magic and yank it one way or another.]
[Hopefully, her efforts are making things a little easier for you? Or maybe the addition of a spider lady to the whole mess has just made it that much more confusing...]
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[Muffet has been getting more and more suspicious all day, the little things adding up- bits of sound or light at the corner of her vision, odd things she can't quite get a proper look at- but it isn't until she catches a glimpse of the clockroaches and their distinctive silvery mist that her suspicion solidifies into certainty.]
Oh, for angels' sake- they haven't even been gone a full day and already there's this nonsense. I swear, this place picks the most inconvenient possible times...
[Yes, she is muttering out loud to herself while she continues her work. What, you thought something as tiny as the dream island leaking into reality was going to stop her from getting her usual jobs done?]
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Do-- is that just my imagination?
[ At least she can keep the hysteria bubbling up in her chest from slipping into her voice. ]
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02 if not you then who
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A silent, hooded figure, bone-white mask with seemingly empty sockets highlighted strikingly in the light of a glowing lantern they're holding in one hand, peers out curiously at Yasha from the darkness. If they weren't barely scraping two feet tall (and that's with their horns), it might be frightening.
They raise their free hand to wave, slowly, in her direction. Hello. ]
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[Dylan seriously wishes this were the weirdest situation she'd been in, but when you've just been dealing with an actual supervillain Doomsday Device, your bar goes up a lot.
That being said, she sure as hell wasn't expecting a stampede.
She starts running, forward and to the side, trying to get out of their path. When she sees another person, her message is abrupt and clear:]
Move!
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[Once Dylan reaches the mainland, she immediately starts to explore. She wanders around the Temple. She's never known it to be anything but what it is now, and has only the word of others to tell her otherwise. Still, it's worth looking at.
The Chamber of Glyphs gives her pause. It might not be her medium, but she knows a story when she sees one. Or when she sees what seems like an infinite amount. She turns around slowly, taking it all in.
She wonders if staring long enough will help her feel less confused.]
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She points at it, and simply shouts:)
There!
(And then changes her course abruptly, heading for it as fast as possible.)
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[The unfortunate thing about all this was Pyrrha's day had started out so nicely. She woke up on the right side of bed, ate a hearty breakfast, and prepared herself for yet another expedition into new lands. But now, here she was, caught with her hands full, and the rumblings of a stampede on the horizon. The sound was unmistakable, she learned these things in Huntress training.
Too bad about all the elderberries she found. Gonna need empty hands for this.
Pyrrha jumps to the initiative, scanning her immediate surroundings, searching for others that might be caught in the mess of... whatever is stampeding towards them. As soon as her eyes find someone, the redhead rushes towards them.]
You need to start moving, we need to get out of the way of what's coming.
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I'm very sorry about this!
[Aaaaand you're being scooped up in a pair of strong arms as Pyrrha begins to run.]
[B] yeah, there's nothing you can do
Who's there?
[Okay, she was positive she caught something out of the corner of her eye that time. More than the last three times, even.
But... she's alone, from the looks of things. As it seems. Blah, she thought coming back to Enso would be a calming idea, and now she's more wound up than ever.
The fourth time she almost notices something, she's turning and dashing after it. Sure, she ends up running around a tree a couple times... and it doesn't work. Now, she's confused, and dizzy.]
...No. No, it was... just here?
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I think I picked up on that. Move south?
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