December Intro: Pressure Building

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INTRO LOG: DECEMBER

Who: New arrivals, and you!
What: New souls arrive to the archipelago of LifeAftr
When: December 4th and onward
Where: All over Ensō
Warnings: Mark as needed!

It begins on a mild autumn day, one where the breeze is gentle and the sky a deep, cloudless blue. Ensō is quiet as the adventurers that call it (if only temporarily) home begin to awaken and go about their daily business- for those who have been here long enough, this may consist of searching for those new arrivals, undoubtedly lost and likely confused. It is a normal day on Ensō. Then the water starts to rise.

Northern Beachfront: Let Me Get Off the Ground
For newcomers waking on the shoreline and those who have come to greet them, the rapid swelling of the ocean's surface will be immediately noticeable. Just a few, short miles from the shore, the water continues bulging upwards to terrifying heights, obscuring the sun and throwing warped shadows over the majority of Ensō's northern landscape. It towers there, wobbling, inexplicably retaining its shape even as it ripples, flowing, and sends great streams of saltwater streaming over the ocean's surface. Though the sun is barely capable of piercing the immense mass, those with a keen eye will see...something moving within, coiled far above sea level. Some dark mass, too distorted by the water and the lack of light to solidify into any easily recognizable shape, nonetheless makes its presence felt regardless. All nearby will find themselves stricken with a growing sense of being watched by a gaze that pierces flesh and bone…one that is none too appreciative of what it sees.

Retaliation to this apparent threat is both vicious and immediate. Bursting from the trees and whipping through the air within a tornado of motion, thousands, then tens of thousands of ink-stained pages whip out from Ensō's jungle and across open water like a flock of ferocious birds, striking at the liquid mountain with unceasing fervor.

Now may not be the best time to gawk, adventurers. With this attack, the raised water will begin to collapse - and the giant waves resulting from the sudden upset will bear no mercy for anyone swept off their feet in the churning swells.

Storyteller's Temple and the Rest of Ensō: I See Your Corruption
Those seeking shelter and answers will find them limited in supply, if not entirely absent. For, you see, the mana pools on Ensō have ceased functioning, leaving characters stranded wherever they may be at the time the assault begins.

No safety can be found within the temple walls this day, with more and more black pages erupting from every door and window. Attempts to approach and even push through won't be harmful, or at least not intentionally - rather, the pages will force back anyone who attempts to come between them and their current objective. Those who may not get the message the first time may just find themselves flying quite a ways away.

The above will quickly become the least of anyone’s worries. Those who remember the rebirth of the sun back in January will not doubt recall the creatures of the night faced during those darkest hours. As the waters around Ensō continue to churn in response to the offshore assault, large waves act as ferries for those precise beasts, clambering onto the shore in droves. Though the sun is obscured in many spaces, these shadowy creatures will always make for the treelines during daylight hours, seemingly sluggish at best under natural lighting.

Unfortunately, the Storyteller will be occupied for quite some time - and once night falls, those deadly beings will be on the hunt.

For the duration of the assault, the islets will remain relatively safe during daylight hours, so long as your character is capable of accessing a boat to travel there. Once night falls, however, they will be as dangerous as the mainland.

Both the shadowy creatures and the risen water will retreat on the morning of December 10th, leaving Ensō silent once more. The hovering pages, however, will continue circling the coastline for some time like great papery seabirds.

The doors to the Storyteller’s temple shall remain closed.

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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.

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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!

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[antepone]

December 4, day

[ She's on Enso when it happens.

The water rises up, and it brings with it a sense of paranoia, foreboding. She isn't sure why she's so frightened, but she immediately books it to the mana pool. She intends to make it somewhere, anywhere, in an attempt to find other people. She can't fight, after all. She has only a glass dagger, but she's not even that good with it.

So... she wants to try and find someone else to group up with. Mira might not be able to fight well, but she can at least provide some kind of support... or calm someone's emotions in a pinch.

Unfortunately, the mana pools aren't working. Amazing. ]

December 4, night

[ And when night falls... there's a distinct, overwhelming sense of dread with it. Mira isn't certain why this feels so familiar, but it does, and she's terrified of what she might find. Still... she can't just stand around. When she sees a hunched-over shape, one that's crying out in what she assumes is distress, she walks over and touches it on the shoulder--

It immediately lashes out at her. Mira lets out a yell and manages to draw her dagger just in time; she holds it in front of her face, against the creature's hands and sharp claws. It's snapping at her with wicked teeth, and Mira grits her own to bite back a scream of terror. It doesn't work; she lets out a cry, and kicks at the thing. ]

G-get off!

December 7, night

[ A few days pass, and Mira hopes each night that the creatures disappear. Unfortunately, that doesn't happen at all. She's getting tired of the constant paranoia that plagues her, the fear of going out into the dark. She's just plain tired, because she hasn't been able to sleep well... if at all. There are too many things worrying her, too many people she's concerned about.

She manages to get a tiny fire going, somehow. Mira's sitting next to it, arms wrapped around herself as she tries to catch her breath and calm her racing mind. For someone with the ability to calm those around her, she's not good at that for herself. At all.

But it's not long before she has a bit of company. A tall gentleman, dressed like he's seen some shit, but he's charming and polite and Mira finds herself at ease around him. Hm. If someone approaches, they'll see her chatting away with the gentleman.

He doesn't seem too gentle, though. Does he? ]

december 4

[ladytakamaki]

Mira!

[ god, ann's so tired. she's physically worn out from earlier, but she can't give up now. mira needs her help, and ann is quick to act. there's a giant woman floating behind her, and ann's also wearing some kind of red cat mask. it's strange, but there's a reason for all of it. ]

Carmen! Now! [ she points at the beast, and carmen sends a giant fireball its way, dealing a pretty decent number of damage on it. ]

➝ lance

[antepone]

[ She realizes that she shouldn't have left the safety and warmth of Denny. And yet... she'd wanted to see if there were any other people out there, needing help. In hindsight, it's an incredibly stupid idea. She doesn't have fire, she can't fight.

But experience comes from mistakes, right? So... big mistake, here. She doesn't notice the thing until it's upon her. It hurts, burning where it reaches, and it starts to pull her in. The pain is insane, and she only has time to let out a yell before the panic stifles her voice completely. ]

7th :)

[postictal]

[Here's something he remembers.]

[A pleasant conversation between friends. The man with the too-bony shoulders. The man who laughed and sounded like the whisper of enormous spider legs scuttling across bare eggshell. It's a cat. Not a snack.]

[Hatred is molten heat swimming up the back of his throat like bile. It's droplets of arsenic spidering into his veins. It's staring at the thing as it sits there, whispering, and remembering with a bitter ache in his guts that there was a time, last year, when he had someone he once called a friend, whose company he nearly discarded over - this.]

[Here's something else he remembers.]

[How to make an entire world burn.]

[He doesn't say a word. He doesn't offer any warning but the wet squelch of his sneakers over the waterlogged mud.]

[Then he raises one of his flare guns, aims it squarely for the center of Mr. Skittles' chest, and fires.]

dec 4th; day

[complementing]

[Mira is a familiar face, even if their conversation had been brief in that odd dream world, and so when Minako feels that sense of danger and sees the other woman run off, she's hot on her heels, a tiny black dragon flying just above her head.]

How do we get away from here?!

[promiselisting]

In Case of Emergency (Dec 4, day)

[ Her head feels like a mess when she wakes up, about as bad as after getting her Persona and... all that had involved. A mixed-up jumble of memories and dreams, all of them way too vivid to be just that. What this... Storyteller had said. What Ann had said. A dozen other half-remembered moments with... other people? Ugh. Not to mention what had been happening before.

Honestly? She wants to keep laying facedown in the sand for a while, but it's too noisy Like if she accidentally left her window open during a storm, and the sound her posters would make as the wind whipped through them all, tearing them from the walls.

And so she pushes herself up to actually look at what's going on and- Well. The pages were freakout-worthy enough, but the water is what's got her pulse spiking. She hasn't grown up in Japan for nothing. Earthquake and Tsunami drills were. Kind of a staple. At the same time though she knew, if you were close enough to see it? You were too close.

Aaaaand she couldn't swim. Because of course.

Still, it's stupider to do nothing so she grabs the knapsack - probably has all her noob gear or whatever this place saw fit to give her - and bolts for inland, bare feet kicking up sand as she goes. She gets halfway up an embankment near the edge of the sand flats when the first big wave hits, slamming her into the wall and knocking the breath out of her with a sharp cry. Knocks a lot of her senses for a loop really, so all she's able to cling onto the edge.

There are more waves coming, though. ]

What are you Waiting For? (Dec 4, day, Closed to ladytakamaki)

[ Things aren't much better further away from the waves, honestly. Because now there's monsters everywhere, actual monsters. And this isn't the Metaverse. She doesn't have her Phantom Thief outfit which means there's no point trying to summon.

This.... sucks. It really sucks. She's not a good runner, she already has a stitch in her side. She has. No idea where she's going honestly. She's just looking for. Somebody. Ann, honestly. Because that dream she saw had to mean something.

Pausing half a second to try to catch her breath turns out to be a very bad idea, though. She pauses, one hand braced against a tree trunk, when there's suddenly things all around her, wrapping around her arms her torso her legs, her hair. For a moment she's wildly reminded of when she'd first awoken Necronomicon. But the sensation were too different to make that mistake for more than a split second. Even as the Gahar starts to try to haul her up. ]

No! Let go of me-!

[ She doesn't care if it's dangerous. She doesn't care if it it could end in a fall. She kicks and flails, reaching out towards the tree to try to get some kind of purchase. It certainly slows her ascent, at least, and the Gahar seems reluctant to go too high, lest it emerge into the light proper. ]

Down But not Out (some nebulous time afterwards)

[ Futaba... can't fight like this. Can't fight much at all, really. Even with the revelation that she does indeed have her Persona here. She never was offense. So she spends most of her time at the points where it was suggested they dig in. So... Denny (good lord). And the lighthouse. And sets herself up in an area that seems to have a little more space. It might seem like she's trying to isolate herself a bit and honestly that isn't entirely wrong?

Honestly part of her wants to keep this a secret, like back home. There's a security in that. In keeping as much hidden as she can. But the alternative is to just sit here being useless, because she's no good with like... cooking. Or looking after clothes or supplies. None of that like... survival-type stuff. Pretty much the epitome of the "born and raised city girl" stereotype.

So. In that space, at times there's something else in the small area she's settled herself in, hovering a couple inches or so above the ground. It's Futaba's sort of self-assigned sentry duty, something people are free to notice, considering she'll probably pass along status reports to people passing by - quiet, voice quivering a little, but still speaking. It's annoying, because even her powers here are like trying to look through a glass blurred by rain. She can't get a read on most of the people here.

Still, she can at least sense the monsters outside to some extent, and that's better than nothing. The exhaustion and pacing herself takes some getting used to though, so at other times, in that same space, instead of a strange ufo thing there's a bespectacled red-haired girl who's just. Half asleep.

It's also worth noting that her feet are a mess. And bare. ]

Wildcard

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[ladytakamaki]

[ ann really has no idea what's going on, but all she knows is that she needs to help. shiho, her tigerlily, is at her side, lunging and clawing at anything that dares to attack her owner. it's a huge help. all she has is a dull knife to defend herself with. it's not a good time. she regrets not asking the storyteller for her whip. she wishes carmen were here.

but all she needs to do is run. ann needs to find the others and get help, because in situations like these, nobody should be alone, herself included. and for the first time in a long while, she's scared. at least in the metaverse, she had the phantom thieves. now...there's nobody--just her and her poor baby tigerlily.

and then she hears a voice. ann's eyes widen, and she veers course towards it. she knows that voice so, so well. ]

Futaba! Futaba, I'm coming! [ she yells as loud as she can and picks up her pace. she hates that futaba's here, that she was brought into that dream for a reason. but that can wait until later. right now, her friend needs help.

when she spots the gahar lifting futaba up, ann stops in her tracks. shiho stops beside her. ]

No! Don't you DARE!

[ futaba has to be real. this isn't like the time she'd seen shiho suzui's apparition. futaba will die if ann doesn't do something now. she feels desperation and strong desire to fight start to fill her heart. ]

Carmen...Carmen, please--I need you!

[ladytakamaki]

[ there's a flash of light, one that hopefully draws the gahars' attention. when it disappears, ann's wearing her panther mask, and lo and behold--carmen is there behind her. ann smirks. shiho growls beside her. ]

Good to have you back, Carmen! Let's go!

[ and she leaps upwards, prepping a roundhouse kick to the gahar's face. carmen, in the meantime, sends a cluster of small fireballs at all of the enemies surrounding futaba.

the damage isn't much. (i rolled a 3.) but it's something. and the gahar puts futaba down as the beasts turn their attention on ann. ]

Down But Not Out

[flower_of_innocence]

[It's been a day and a half since Lillie arrived at the Denny, and Futaba has not gone unnoticed in that time. The UFO type thing is unlike anything Lillie has ever seen, after all. She also notices Futaba's bare feet, and knows that can't be comfortable or safe out here. So while she sits in her corner, instead of sulking and feeling sorry for herself, she brainstorms to keep herself busy.

The sun is just starting to set when Lillie finally finds the solution. She approaches Futaba with a strange creature in her arms, a little cosmic-colored cloud, and clears her throat. Her voice is small and soft.]

Um...Are you alright? [Dumb question. She closes her eyes and breathes in.] I mean, I know none of us really are right now, but...I think I have an idea that could make walking a little easier for you, if you'd like.

[want_to_belong]

December 4
[After initially being excited to potentially meet his best friend again, things had rapidly turned sour. Enso was a big enough island that he couldn't casually stroll the whole thing in a day looking for everyone. Instead, he headed for Denny's as ordered.

But more importantly, he started a fire. A fire pit in the middle of the little 'town', or whatever people would call it, to send smoke rising up into the air. For warmth. For light. For protection, and for people to be able to find the spot. He couldn't possibly go around hunting down however many people by himself. He had to hope they would make it here.

He was there to try and keep things organized and protect those who might come. And hopefully he wouldn't be the only one because his bullets were highly limited. For now, he would tend to the fire and start putting together makeshift torches, because if the going got tough fire might be the solution.]

[ladytakamaki]

[ ann walks over to the denny and sees a familiar face. given that she was living with laurent and damen up until now, she recognizes the boy as a familiar face. she clears her throat to make her presence known, just in case he doesn't see her approach. she walks to the fire. ]

Hey. Let me know if you need someone to keep the fire going. I can help.

[thermalwind]

December 4, day

[It's like a nightmare. The water rises up and his sharp half-human sight catches the sight of something in the water. His reaction is immediate, he tears down the beach like an arrow let loose.] Hey, get up and run! Don't question it. Just follow me away from the water.

[His hand slaps over the top of the lantern strapped to his waist. He twists it as the liquid inside sloshes about. Light bursts forth and he frees his knife. The glowing symbol on the hilt flares as the blade morphs into a sword.

Whatever it is coming after them, he was going to get as many out of the way as he could. He calls out again, ordering people to retreat just as ink splattered pages burst out the jungle like a fleet heading to war. He stops to stare then shakes his head and continues to comb the area for newcomers.]

December 4, night

[He's parked himself at the Denny's tonight. Him and his lantern that shines like a beacon as he ghosts along the outside. He tends to any fires that have been set out while he's on this guard duty that also serves as a silent vigil.

The world has turned crystal clear and sharp like it's all transparent. He's at his best when he's fighting and defending others. A massive blue wolf, Kosmo paces at his side. Compared to recent weeks he feels more like himself. This is something he knows and he's familiar with the threats.

They just have to hold out and defend themselves. He shifts from foot to foot when he stands still, his long black blade with its glowing violet markings ready to be swung. Deep down he'll admit he needed this. Keith swings his sword away from anyone nearby, warming up his wrist.]

December 6th, night

[He'd been out a little too long. Piercing coals that serve as eyes light up the night. Keith back steps slowly, putting a few trees to his back. They'll have to work to come at him. Claws scratch at the dirt but that's not as bad as the gurgling sounds he hasn't heard in such numbers since the siege.

They brave the light and he wishes to himself that they hadn't. They look like dogs. The proportions are wrong in ways that turn his stomach. Limbs look swollen or so wasted away it's a wonder they're even moving. They surge towards him as one living tide. He dashes to his right and slashes left to right. He catches one on the shoulder. It's not enough to disrupt the pack.

They're quick and he's without his armor since it should have been a quick in and out for supplies. He can feel the cuts opened up on his arm and side. Keith activates his bayard and slashes with one blade then the other, driving them back long enough to catch his breath.]

Great. Just great.

Wild card

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[galrarm]

[ In the early hours before things go pear-shaped, Shiro is already up. There's been a lot on his mind lately. After the party, he hadn't remembered a whole lot. Not specifics, at least; but he remembers other things. The touch of Keith's hand in his hair. The warm smile on his lips. Keith's hand on his chest. Shiro remembers all of this and more.

His own hand in Keith's hair. His heart beating out a rapid rhythm against the palm of Keith's hand. How much he'd wanted to kiss him.

Oof.

When Keith wakes, Shiro raises a hand in greeting. ]

Morning.

[warpstriking]

December 4, daytime;

[Noctis is woken up by the rush of pages coming out of the trees. He jolts awake, immediately seeing the water and going stock still for a few precious moments. He'd seen waves like that before, and immediately he's transported back to Altissia. Something nags at him in the back of his head that he needs to move and to do it quickly. It's pure instinct that he grabs the knapsack and disappears in a stream of blue sparks of light for the very trees that are shooting their pages. He needs to go. Farther inland. As fast as he can.

His memories are vague, but.... it's not the Crystal. This must be Enso- like the others told him about. He shakes it off once he makes it to the treeline, resting his back against the trunk before reaching out to something within him and feeling for his weapons... Only three, including the one currently on his right hand. Super. Just great.

He's made it through worse with just one of them. He managed before, he'll manage again. One more second for a breath, and he takes off further inland, every once in a while disappearing in sparks and reappearing a second later just a little farther when a page almost hits him. Yet he'll stop if he sees someone else is struggling and detour slightly.]

You okay? [He asks, holding out a hand. Light glimmers faintly from the clear crystal shard encased in black metal as he does.]

December 4, evening;
[He'll help others, even help fend off some of the creatures, but he gave his word and he will be heading to Denny. Blade in one hand, the other held up almost as if to defend despite there only being a leather armguard to ward off any attacks. By the time he nears it, he's almost out of mana.]

Well, 'least there's no crow mascot. [He mutters under his breath. That thing will give him nightmares yet, he just knows it. He looks around for a certain sharpshooter. He did tell Gladio he'd meet him there. Even so, if he sees someone who needs a helping hand or is wounded, he'll approach them and offer an intricate glass vial.] Here. This'll help.

[It's just a potion. No need to worry about it.]

Wildcard!
[Think of something or want to run into Noctis and neither seems to fit? Hit me up! :D]

[want_to_belong]

December 4 evening

[All he wanted was his friend. Was that so much to ask? Prompto had hurriedly put together a fire as soon as he possibly could. Nearby, he'd been grabbing up large, still moist sticks and wrapping around large clumps of dry forest debris to the end. It was the best he could do on short notice and hopefully would be good enough should someone need to grab one in a pinch. They were lined up near the fire, ready to be dipped in when needed.

Beyond that he'd been anxiously looking around, waiting for anyone to arrive. And, soon as he saw someone familiar, he didn't hesitate to dart over to him and wrap his arms around him.]

You're here.

[He said it as if he was completely unsure that Noct would really be there.]

[diplomacycheck]

December 4, daytime;

[Allura awakens with a start. After such a vivid series of dreams, she almost imagined waking up in a hospital on Earth. Yet all she could see as she calms her breath is sand and the...

Water...

...

Okay, she may be unfamiliar with a lot of things in regards to Earth and similar planets, but she highly doubts that particular wave formation is natural. This thought process is confirmed when she can almost swear she sees something. She barely notices the bag beside her with her name emblazoned on it. She puts her arms through the straps and grabs her bayard before rising to her feet; immediately it transforms into the whip.

That's when the pages begin to erupt from the trees almost as though they were a fleet firing its cannons at an enemy target. Well, that surely isn't going to anger whatever is hidden within the waves.

Out of one battle, into another. Such is her life that she combs the beach for anyone else who is still on its shores.]

We need to move inland! Now!

[Her tone echoes with a distinctive quality that only comes with experience. It's common sense, really; sometimes even ancient Alteans have it. If they need a hand, she can easily toss them toward the treeline or carry them if need be. Yet she won't falter from ensuring they too are safe as she makes her way into the jungle.]

December 4, night;
[At first, she stops at the mana pool in order to catch her breath. Allura learned quickly how draining her own strength seems to be of late, yet she cannot help but stop in case others needed a lift. Her bayard remains in her lap, just in case. To a more perceptive passerby, it's obvious from how she is sitting that she could very quickly be on her feet at a moment's notice.

It isn't until later in the evening that she makes her way to Denny's. Yet she doesn't go inside right away. Instead, she lingers outside, keeping an eye out for any danger and ensuring any fire that begins to dim is fed with more wood. It had been the smoke that had queued her in on where to go (if one of her teammates or another good samaritan hadn't found her in the meantime).]

December 5th, midnight; (closed to galrarm)
[It's likely close to midnight by the time Allura actually enters Denny for a moment's reprieve. Someone had once given her advice that she needed to rest and not push herself beyond her limits. Advice, she'll admit, was not exactly something she kept very well. Yet she would do no good if she didn't at least rest for a few minutes.

She sits at an empty table, placing her deactivated bayard on the flat surface before leaning back against the seat as much as her propriety allows for. It's when she lifts her hands to remove her helmet when she notices a familiar figure moving to join her.]

Ah, hello, Shiro. [Allura smiles politely, placing her helmet beside the blue bayard. For a moment, she wonders if he remembers the same 'dream'...]

Wildcard!
[Think of something or want to run into Allura and neither seems to fit? Hit me up! :D]

4th, night

[ladytakamaki]

[ ann has noticed that the fire's been going out. unfortunately she doesn't have enough energy to keep on lighting it up with agidyne. she needs to recharge...even if she doesn't want to go to sleep, out of fear that they'll be attacked again and she'll need to be ready to go immediately.

but she sees it start to brighten again. someone must be taking care of it--prompto? no, it's... ]

...Allura?

[flower_of_innocence]

December 4th: Day

[Lillie stirs, the memory of being carried by Guzma still fresh in her mind. She has to get home. Well, for whatever measure of "home" that little shack on the beach counts as. Although that thought grows distant and seems impossible to focus on - there's a roaring in her ears and then the whipping of...paper? One eye opens to survey her surroundings. Both eyes open wide as she spots the impending tidal wave.

Lillie is on her feet in seconds, scrambling for purchase in the soft sand. Her knapsack feels like the heaviest thing in the world, slowing her down and holding her back. It's a small mercy that her bloodied dress is long gone, replaced with a starry t-shirt, jeans, and a pair of sneakers. This allows her more freedom as she scrambles towards the jungle. Towards the temple. In her bag, she can feel Nebby shaking and hear its quiet cries of distress.

Please don't use your powers, please don't...

Lillie cannot afford to be warped away right now. She's weaving through paper and leaves and her knapsack keeps getting snagged on branches until finally, finally she reaches the temple. And it's closed. Of all the times to shut your doors, Storyteller...Breathless and shaken, shse sinks to the ground and cries. Because what else can she do? Where else can she go?]

December 4th: Night

[It takes just a shade too long for Lillie to think of the Denny. She's only been once or twice, and once was on her way back from the mountain before she figured out the mana pools really were safe. She uses what little she remembers of that day to navigate the terrain, but halfway there the sun sets, and she screams.

The effect of the waning daylight is almost immediate. Although only one badly misshapen dog-like creature lumbers before her, she can feel dozens of eyes piercing through her. Sizing her up. Deeming her a decent meal. The smell of wet dog fur is overwhelming. She presses her back to a tree and tries to brace herself for pain as the grimlings emerge from the shadows. She's never been in this kind of danger before. What do you do when you're eleven years old and staring death in the face? Do you run? But her limbs won't obey. Her throat closes so that she can't scream. Inside her bag, Nebby's shaking worsens. Lillie recognizes the sosund it makes. It's going to warp her the minute the creatures make a move.

So try not to be alarmed when you are accosted by a bright flash of light and a child collapses in front of you, materializing out of thin air.]

December 8th: Night

[Lillie claws her way through hell and high water, perhaps with help and perhaps without, and winds up at last at the Denny. You can find her here, huddled in a corner and covered in scratches and bruises - be it from creatures that will haunt her for the rest of her days or just the dangers of running through a jungle. In her lap is a cloud-like puff all the colors of a nebula. Neither of them seem okay. Tears stain the child's cheeks and the creature is still shaking from its endeavors.

You can find her here every night for the rest of this whole debacle.]

Wildcard

[Lillie will be warping around once a day from the night of the 4th to the morning of the 8th, so find her literally anywhere during that time. After that, catch her at the Denny, though she may be a little worse for wear. Hit me up at azazelbunny for plotting or a closed prompt!]

4th, Night

[lightlessfuture]

[ The flash of light is familiar, and so is the figure that falls to the ground in front of them - though they weren't sure if they would ever see her again.

Thankfully, that flash of teleportation isn't the only source of light. The Knight holds their lantern high - its light bright enough to make the monsters lurking in the dark wary - and approaches, gently shaking her and urging her to get to her feet.

They don't know where she's going, but since the temple is inaccessible, she'll have to lead the way. They can defend her in the meantime. ]

Muffet | OTA

[prettypurpleparlor]

I. December 4th, Islets, early in the day

[This is the trouble with preparation: no matter how much you see coming, there's always going to be something you didn't plan for.]

[Muffet's been preparing for another batch of new arrivals for a little while now- she keeps careful track of the calendar, and it was getting to be around the usual time for them.]

[She's been preparing for the possibility of being cut off from the mainland since the islets first became available to them- carefully making certain that they had their own, sustainable sources of food and clean water, building up stockpiles of supplies, making proper shelter- just in case it ever occurred. Better to have it and not need it, after all.]

[What hadn't occurred to her, and she's now kicking herself for not considering, was the prospect of both situations happening at the same time.]

[Waving the nearest person over in an attempt to politely catch their attention, she asks:]

Pardon me, but... is the mana pool working for you?

[Deep in her soul, she already knows the answer. She knew from the second the glowing surface flared and failed to work when she tried it.]

[They're cut off.]

[But still, she has to explore all options, just to be on the safe side.]

[When it becomes clear that it's definitely not just her, she'll be roaming the islets with a very clear purpose in mind: find a boat and someone who knows how to sail it. She's not leaving these people to cope with whatever new trouble's come for them on their own.]


II. Ensō, December 4th, later in the day

[By boat or by luck or by sheer personal stubbornness, somehow, Muffet has made it to the mainland.]

[However she got there, she's now patrolling the island with a bag of supplies and a clear focus in mind: find anyone in need of help and do what she can for them.]

[To find her, you just have to look up.]

[Remembering the flooding from the last time the ocean surged, she's chosen to forgo walking on the ground entirely, in favor of traversing the beaches by stringing her lines of purple magic from tree to tree above the rising waters and running along them.]

[Maybe the glow of the purple magic catches your attention... or maybe you're caught in a tough spot and hear a call of:]

Hold on, dearie, I'll be right there!


III. Anywhere, December 4th through December 10th, night

[What goes bump in the night? Be careful, there's monsters out there.]

[Of course, that's not always a bad thing.]

[Muffet was there for the revival of the sun, and she knows these creatures aren't nearly so friendly as her own kind. Once it becomes clear they've returned to trouble the islands, she's out patrolling the nights, making certain that the islets and more commonly inhabited areas of the mainland are safe, and guiding anyone lost in the dark out of danger.]

[Granted, a spider lady may not be the most reassuring sight on a dark night, if you aren't used to her.]

[But a moment's thought should make it clear she's not on the side of these creatures: the coil of glowing purple light she carries in one upraised hand does wonders at warding them off, hissing and growling as they go. She's not afraid to lash it at them if they hang around, either, driving off the nastier enemies with a whip of magic and light.]

[Lots of things go bump in the night. Sometimes, they're on your side.]

ii (cw injuries/pain/etc etc)

[vagabone]

[That he isn't having the best day is one hell of an understatement.

He doesn't stand a chance against the wall of water when it hits him, sweeping him off his feet and carrying him inland. Drowning is no issue, ending up scattered across the whole island is. It's all he can do to stay in one piece, clinging to every piece of himself with whatever force keeps him together, as the currents tug him this way and that.

That's a mistake. He's too weak, too fragile to stand the pressure of the water or the debris that he's slammed into. Bones snap. Might have broken anyway, if he'd let himself be pulled apart. He might be screaming, underwater where no one can hear him. Eventually, the water recedes. And there he is, left to put himself back together as best he can.

He's held on to his backpack too, miraculously. All that effort was exhausting, but he can't just stand around. There might be more waves coming--somehow he has to get to the temple. All the broken bones are detached and stuffed into the pack, stupid useless things. It's only the legs that matter anyway, so he swaps out a humerus for a femur, the other one for his tibia and fibula. It makes him look ridiculous as he starts to walk, but who gives a damn? (He already looked pretty pathetic as it was.)

He's shambling along like the hot mess he is, when Muffet finally arrives. Hooray, the heroine. Pain stabs through him every time a broken edge of bone brushes against anything, jostling around in the backpack, and he's so fatigued he can hardly remember what his goal is here. Don't hold it against him if he's a little slow to catch on.]

...Muffet? Why are you in a tree?

tim wright | ota | i'll match your formatting

[postictal]

around ensō ; night

[World's ending again.]

[Pages streak out over the island, and slam into the wobbling, jellylike tower of water that hasn't swept over them, yet, but if Tim's honest with himself he suspects it's simply a matter of time.]

[When the first creatures start to claw their way out from the depths, his response is deft and immediate. The spear strapped to his knapsack comes in handy for keeping the grimlings at arm's length, and those that get too close end up with a knife planted behind the skull, ripped out again until they bleed sluggish black.]

[Mostly he stays near the center of the mainland, around the H5 region to protect the buildings there. But if you raise enough of a ruckus, he might show up to help. As long as you don't mind that he's not the most elegant sort of fighter; he just kind of whacks stuff until it goes down. Or he sets it on fire.]

[Mostly he sets it on fire.]

denny ; night

[In case you didn't hear Tim's announcement, he's going to take some more direct measures. Once a night, you'll see an explosion of blue smoke above the H5 square - alerting everyone to the presence of the Denny via one of Tim's many flare guns.]

[With that done, he moves inside. He keeps the windows barricaded, and he has weapons if you end up needing them - a slingshot, a coconut gun, and still a few flare guns left. His instinct for comfort isn't the best, but if you look like you need it, he'll pause in keeping the Denny safely reinforced, and venture a tentative:]

You good?

[jelliclerats]

[ Their introduction went so well the first time, hadn't it? Nezumi's no longer a stranger to the island, and he's come just in time to see the water kill them all. Life is a joy. ]

Better than anybody else who has to be on the other side of those guns.

[ He leans against the wall, weight casually leaning back. As always, though, he keeps a hand near his knife. ]

How many of those can you possibly have left?

Karako Pierot | OTA | Whatever formatting is chill

[hurricane_clown]

December 4 Day

[There was really no hope for him.

Like any smart Troll, Karako has given the coastline wide berth in his five-plus sweeps of life, because nothing good happens along the water's edge, and no one you want to tangle with lives underneath the surface.

Karako is 4'??", has horns over a third of his height, and can't motherfucking swim.

Friends, he cannot even motherfucking float.

The water knocks him off his feet and he goes under in an instant, horns over sit bumpers, bare feet sticking up out of the water for a single comedic second before he's swept along in the rush, barely getting a gasp of air before another swell hits and there he goes, under again as the water continues forward--

The gasp sounds a litle bit like someone feebly tried to honk a bicycle horn.]

December 4 Night- Closed to The Knight lol

[So Karako can't swim. What he can do is fight.

He's knee-deep in water, and the shadow-creatures he faces are as fierce and as strong as any random beast on Alternia--well, maybe not as strong, but strength is a spectrum, and Karako has sixteen knives and a readiness for blood.

The cliche of the warrior fighting tirelessly is about as old as storytelling itself, but Karako isn't a warrior, he's a clown, and he really isn't tiring. Bodies, both humanoid and canine, literally circle him at this point--they are actually piling up here, a knife or two still sticking out of a couple, and both knives and clown are spattered with the blood of the hungry dark.

And they just... don't stop.

They don't stop, and the bloodlust is starting to fade from Karako's eyes, and the water--well, it's not getting higher, but new creatures are rising from it, tall and multilimbed...]

Wildcards - December Days and Nights

[Karako can be found in the woods around Enso during the day, foraging and exploring the extremely tame landscape, which he remembers from his dreams.

At night he returns to the Denny, but instead of sheltering there, he has taken to downing an entire Faygo and throwing himself into whatever beasts dare approach it out of the darkness, honking bloody murder and dishing it out just as spectacularly, a knife in each clutchpod.

'Clutchpod' is a Troll word for 'Hand.']

closed prompt

[lightlessfuture]

[ At this point, they've more or less strapped their lantern to their back. It leaves their hands free for combat, which they're seeing plenty of.

They spot a mass of shadows, piled bodies and gleaming weapons and more rising out of the tide and a small stranger in the middle of it, and without thought or hesitation they launch themselves into the face of the biggest target and slam their nail through its face. No time for finesse; the world has once again been transformed into something reminiscent of Deepnest, the domain of beasts and hunters.

They kick away from their falling enemy and land with a splash in the knee-high water, which to them is more like neck height. And they grab Karako's hand, attempting to tug him away from the water and to a place where he can run.

The light is making the creatures wary. They'll take advantage of that. ]

Legion | OTA

[forwearemany]

4th, Day

(It is time for new arrivals to appear on the island. Legion has learned that strange, dangerous, and/or troublesome events tend to occur at this time, and thus they have brought their pack with them, filled with potentially useful supplies.

...None of it could have prepared them for this, however.

They do not need to breathe (though getting submerged or pulled into the ocean would be far from ideal), and so they do not immediately flee, instead running along the beach searching for anyone in need of aid.)

4th, Night

(They have exerted themselves considerably.

Though they dislike being in such a vulnerable state, they must recharge.

They can be found by the Mana pool, though those approaching will not get the friendliest of welcomes. They leap to their feet at the sound of movement and fire up their omniblade in preparation for battle)

8th, Night

(It was bound to happen.)

(Legion's luck has run thoroughly out: they have taken an injury that has effectively made them useless in battle, and are gushing blood at an alarming rate.

Though they have escaped whatever was trying to kill them, the islands are filled with creatures with similar intentions, and the chance of making it to safety in their currently condition is low. Unless you were to help them, that is.)

Wildcard

(If you have other ideas, I am open to them.)

Day!

[littlemhigan]

[Today's been bad enough, Castor thinks. She's not where she fell asleep, theres some gods damned thing in the water and--!

She actually yells in surprise when she sees Legion, and almost immediately hunkers down into a defensive stance; low centre of gravity, fists covering her face.]

Aye? An' what the hell're you? Ye come with the rest of the beasts?

[She has maybe never seen anything like Legion before and it's been a BAD DAY.]

[semistableman]

December 4, day
[Bucky doesn't remember falling asleep. Sure, he has his fair share of memory problems, but these days he remembers everything that happens. Waking up, from the strangest dream he's ever had, to... waking up on another island is surreal.

He pats himself don, making sure he's uninjured-- the soaked clothing hide his left arm, and doesn't even look around to see if there are other people nearby, only pausing when he finds a bag with his name on it, opening it to see... a strange assortment of items that look completely random.

Still, there's nothing he can do about it right now, grabbing the bag, because maybe it'll give him some information on whoever grabbed him without noticing-- only for him to turn around to survey the water and to see what is almost certainly a tsunami.]

W-what the hell?

December 4, night
[It's not as though serum affected his eyesight, exactly. It's still that of a normal human's, but the hearing he's been given means that Bucky feels fairly comfortable keeping a look-out from the small camp he's set up, underneath a canopy of trees, a small fire to keep him warn, considering he's not about to sleep tonight. He still doesn't know where he is, and he the only weapon he has with him is his left arm, something he's not sure he wants to let anyone here see.

It takes him a while to notice the... thing that seems to be moving along the outside of the trees, apparently avoiding getting directly near the fire, but there, just outside of Bucky's sight such that he can can't make out what it is, just that there's something there.

The whrrr of his arm roaring to life cuts through the silence of the darkness, even as he picks up a fallen branch with his right hand, dipping it into the fire, giving him a temporary weapon.]

Wildcard
[Want to do something specific? Ask me at kamex]

night

[counterblows]

[The sound of gunfire probably won't be doing anything to soothe his nerves - unfortunate, given that Wash has just opened fire on the shambling mass of a wendel, riddling it full of bullet holes. He's moving toward the light out of instinct more than any expectation that he'll actually find anyone there. The muzzle flashes light up the gold paint on his shoulders, gilding his helmet.]

[He sees something vaguely humanoid, and he points his weapon at it out of reflex. Or, rather - at him.]

...you're real?

[It's a question that actually makes sense, he promises you.]

I'll match your tense!

[littlemhigan]

December 4 /Day

This sea was strange. It was warmer than the Rhotano, smelled differently than the Ruby. The sand under her bare feet moved in unfamiliar ways as she waded up to her shins in the water, pants rolled up like she was going digging for clams. She’d spent her time since waking wandering up and down the shoreline, exploring this new place and committing it to her memory as she is ever wont to do.

Stranger than the feel, or the sound or the smell of the beach, was the swell of water. Stranger than that was what seemed to be inside. Castor stares, transfixed at the swirling mass inside the water. The hair on the back of her neck raises, and she feels gooseflesh work it’s way down her arms and back as she feels a gaze fall upon her. She can’t help but think of Leviathan and how the seas bucked and churned at his presence; at how small she and her companions were against him. She can still hear the water crashing against the shield of aether that had saved them all from drowning.

This is different, she thinks, even as she begins to back up and away. We need to move. She turns then, moving just as the island seems to come alive in retaliation. She runs for the treeline, trusting her ears when she hears the rush of water collapsing. She runs as fast as she can.


December 4 /Later day.

She’s stuck in a tree. “Only way te get out’ve the way’ve the water!” she yells back down at you. “Ye gonna help a lass or no?”


December 4 /Night.

If you think Castor is sleeping, think again. Like others on the big island, she’s holed up at Denny’s. She’s mantaining a vigil near the front entrance, close enough to an outside bonfire to feel it’s warmth. Beyond it’s light she can see...Whatever those things are. She’s cradling a bandaged arm against her torso, idly rubbing at it with her opposite hand.

“Ye should get some sleep,” she’ll mutter if she hears you get close. “I’ll raise hell if sommat happens.”


BYOP

Or hit me up with something else!

Dec 4th, later

[liveasmyself]

Ray had booked it out of the area without looking back when the water first began to swell. It was only much later in the day that she worked up the nerve to pick her way back, both to look for any injured (or... well, hopefully not bodies) or any fish and useful debris left by the water.

She was absorbed in her search when she heard the voice, and her head jerked up in the direction of the noise.

"Oh--! I'm sorry..." She hadn't thought to look up. "Uh, you need help getting down? I don't really think I can catch you..."

But maybe there was something else she could do, like find something to use as a stepping stool. She glanced around the area hastily.

agent washington | ota | i'll match your formatting!

[counterblows]

ensō ; daytime

[The flood traps him on Ensō, which wouldn't be a problem except that now he has no way of getting to the islets. At least he's not ill-equipped; with armor, weapons, and ammunition to spare, he's fully capable of keeping himself moving for a while yet.]

[He can fight just fine. That's not what catches him. What catches him is the sweeping, unstoppable force of nature that is the water that slams the northern beachfront with enough strength to knock him off balance.]

[His suit is technically watertight, but he doesn't manage to duck a wave fast enough.

[It slams him into a tree.]

ensō ; nighttime

[For once, for maybe the first time since he ended up here, Agent Washington is in his element.]

[He opens fire on the creatures clawing their way out from the depths with a calm, casual efficiency, the chatter of gunfire sparking the nighttime air with the spray of lead and cordite. He hasn't been justified in shooting anything in months, and now that he's in the middle of combat again - he knows, instinctively, what to do and how to do it. His breathing is steady. His bios are clear. His heartrate hasn't spiked. His aim is always good; he doesn't fire unless he knows what he's shooting at, and he takes out his target with a minimum of wasted shots.]

[This whole thing is just another war. And he always breathed better, slept better, felt better, when he could have something to point his anger at and let loose.]

[If you're on Ensō and you sound like you need some help, you might get a fully armored space marine barrelling onto the scene to help so he can put a couple bullets in the face of the thing that's menacing you. He's good at that.]

[savedbyasong]

[Shion should have known better than to stand and stare at towering water. But the feeling of being watched was overwhelming and he had stared back, terrified, towards the water. There was something there. Something in the water. Shion would be pleased that one of his many theories had truth to it, if he were not so terrified

No. 6 was no where near the sea but he knows the dangers of fast moving water. He knows what a tsunami is even if it is only something he has read about. He knows that if this wall moves, there is no where he can run, not fast enough. If this wall comes at them with the all the force of the sea he's dead and so is cobweb.

And so is the figure in the distance, someone Shion recognises from Story Telling and gatherings. That's what makes him move, to tear his eyes away from the water and begin running towards him, he's not sure what he can do... But he's not been trained to stand and let others die, nor to leave them whilst he ran for safety.

Just as he managed to tear his eyes away from the water the pages attacked. He looked back, seeing them attack the water.

He's closer to the figure when the water starts to hit. Not the unstoppable wall of death that he was expecting, but waves large enough to sweep him off his feet. He scrabbles to grab hold of Cobweb but is knocked off balance by a wave and crashed into the treeline.

For a moment all is confusion and water but eventually it subsides and he lies crumpled against a tree, coughing as his lungs remember how to breathe.

Everything hurts and a quick visual check shows blood on his arms, legs and his hand comes away red when he touches his head. But he can stand and he looks around for any sign of Cobweb or the man he had been running towards.] Are you hurt? Do you need help?

[He can't actually... see under all that power armour.]

[savedbyasong]

Dennys: Medical Help

Shion can fight. But he knows that in times like this he is more useful helping those that are injured. He will fight if Denny's needs defending or if elsewhere needs reinforcements but for the most part he has taken over a corner of Denny's as a place to help the injured.

He has no magic, no healing ability and his first aid kit is basic. But it's Lear he knows what he is doing. He's done it before.

He moves around the room as well, to help those who are too tired or hurt to move or those who are too stubborn or prideful to seek out help.

He makes a slightly frightful sight, his hair is stained with blood. It looks worse than it is- white hair and head wounds are a bad combination.

Any healers or people who know first air or just helpful people who can follow instructions are all welcome. Working together is the only way go get through situations like this after all.

[catpiper]

[Her main goal has been to stay out the way, knowing that anything she can offer is meaningless in the grand scheme of things. She tries to hold hands with those she knows and offers to tuck in the few that will allow it. Food, water-she'll gather it for those that need it from the limited supplies available to them.

Doing this again is painful in a way she didn't expect. Her family takes shifts going out in the darkness, Murasaki and Pachinko could be lost in the woods again, someone might be getting hurt, no one's seen the Storyteller since the start and-

She tries not to think about it and Shion offers that distraction when he walks by, his bloodstained hair catching her eye.]

Are you hurt? Are you bleeding?

[scythegun]

November 4th: Day

[Waking up on a strange beach really isn't Yeager's idea of a good time. Coupled with the weird dreams and the fact that he really shouldn't be here, he's off to a bad start already.

And things just keep getting worse, given the massive wall of water behind him and the thing swimming around within. The way the water towers and blocks out the sun reminds him a bit of Zaude, and the monster within is fascinating... but he's got other things to worry about and it's probably better to get his bearings first, preferably before the waves come crashing down.

He doesn't get long to marvel at the sight (and he could definitely stand to be a bit more worried, but that's neither here nor there), suddenly the pages burst forth from the trees and that's about the point in time when Yeager decides moving is going to be his best option. He grabs the weapons he had with him and then the knapsack (it's not his, but hey, it's got his name on it) and he's quick to make for the trees. If that wave comes crashing down (which it now looks like it will with all those pages attacking), then he is not going to be here to deal with it.

If you're around, Yeager will raise his voice to get your attention.]

Hurry now, you wouldn't want to be caught up in all of that, ja?

[He's got a really thick German accent for some reason, just roll with it.]

November 4th: Night

[Yeager doesn't end up setting up camp, even once night has fallen and he's put some distance between himself and the shore. He has no idea what to expect from this place, but he's not risking trying to light a fire when that could draw the attention of monsters. It's something he wouldn't mind back home, because he's more than capable of handling any of the monsters there; they're familiar and they don't pose much of a threat, but here? He'd prefer to avoid drawing attention to himself right now, thanks.

Unfortunately, he was absolutely right to be worried about the monsters, and several of the dog-like Grimlings have located him. Despite the danger, Yeager seems even more laid-back than he was earlier.]

It just had to be dogs, didn't it...? Oh well. They don't look too dangerous!

[He's got that briefcase in hand, and he's quick to transform it into a sword, because apparently that's just what it does. He doesn't move to attack first, but he's clearly prepared for whenever they'll move. Care to join him?]

Wildcard

[Got something else in mind? I'm here to run with just about anything! You can reach me at pokerap!]

Night

[liveasmyself]

[Ray hadn't been in the archipelago to encounter the creatures last time, so she's unprepared for the danger they bring once the sky goes dark. She's racing in search of shelter or light when she sees the man--and the monsters advancing on him.

Her only weapon is an ax; from the desperate but hesitant way she clutches it in both hands, it would be clear to anyone with experience that she doesn't really know how to wield it. It occurs to her that she could keep running and hope that monsters in the area will be distracted by him; what makes her stop isn't so much altruism as the thought that, if he survives, he could rat her out as a coward who turned her back on someone. She's not sure how friendly their little community would be in that case, and the idea of losing the chance to establish a new home here is terrifying enough to make her stay.

Besides, she's faced (well, hid and run from) the lingered back home. All they really need to do is get away, right? She's done that before.]

E-excuse me! Are you all right there?

Nuidan Catchall

[cacoethes_mori]

[True to his word, Foster can be found patrolling Nuidan at a fairly steady pace during the day... and a faster one at night, when the darkness really comes alive. He's looking for anyone who might be stranded somewhere, or anyone who might have contacted him via the Stones for a rescue. It's not like him, really, but he's committed... and for now, at least, his devotion outweighs his disinterest.

But after sundown, or in the shadows of the orchard, he still runs (ha) into trouble. Foster has been in a few fights in his life, and most of them he started, but despite his somewhat frightening appearance (nine foot stature, four-inch ursine claws, long horse legs with solid hoof-toes, prehistoric predatory teeth), he can really count the number of them on one... er, paw. And one of them was just him sneaking up behind a vampire with a silver candlestick and beating it to death, so that hardly counts.

Regardless, that's what he's doing now--trampling grimlings underhoof, racing lufkins and oolicks, and in doing so alternating between intense focus and genuine, if wild, laughter.]

[hyperlit]

[They were on Nuidan when the mana pools ceased to function. This was not ideal. Still, there is no use in dwelling upon it. When the creatures from the deep start ooze onto dry land, the Drifter is there, navigating the spread of battle with whip-strike speed and ease. They do not have any torches or lights on hand, but they know from experience that all things fall with enough strikes from their blade.]

[They don't mean to encounter anyone else. But, eventually, they do, and Foster tends to stand out. They zero in on his position. They mark in their sprite's HUD that he is to be considered friendly green among a sea of hostile reds.]

[In the midst of the conflict, a Roly-Poly bomb hurtles out across the seething mass. There's a crackling hiss of an explosion, and it detonates in a relatively contained radius. The lufkin lumped close to it are blown to pieces, while others are merely thrown onto their backs.]

[Foster, conversely, will feel nothing but a sort of idle breeze.]

Ensō (cw: blood)

[devilstongue]

This place is fucked up. New randomly appearing tattoos are fucked up. The sea rising is fucked up. Fighting horrible nightmarish creatures? Normal, everyday things. For once, Molly's pretty good with 'normal'. It feels nice to.... contribute? He's been pretty useless on the survival and farming part, after all.

Either way, he'll be around to protect people, escort them or just fight for the hell of it. He has a lot of baggage to work through, and alcohol only helps so far. Carving open monsters is a new form of therapy that he's more than happy to take up.

The purple tiefling fights with two scimitars - one sparkly like carnival glass and the other golden. It goes well with his general ostentatious theme, but don't look like they've hold for much - that is, until he whips them back over his neck, dragging twin lines of blood across it. They both light up with magic and he's good to go, fighting anything that looks like it's about to hurt something else.

He might also yell terrifying demonic things to monsters. It seems to hurt them, too?

---

Otherwise he'll just be doing what he can to help, but leaning towards hanging out by 'his' home on the islands to meet up with his gang of misfits and make sure everyone's still okay.

They have no cleric, after all.

[lesbeau]

Wow, ain't that a goddamn mood. Weird hallucinations and death? Bad. Her first tattoo without her consent? Doesn't love it, but at least it's color coded. Beating the shit out of things with no morals? Now this is what she needs. Beau isn't exactly the save everyone type, but she knows she has a precise set of skills that a lot of people don't, and right now she's willing to accept payment in rolling heads.

She's also sticking by Molly. Just. A little. She thinks she's being subtle, but who's to say.

"On your left!" She yells, already pivoting towards him as she spin kicks a shadowed soldier right off their feet. "Come on, Molly, this is baby level! Pick it up!"