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Entry tags:
- coco: héctor rivera,
- critical role: beauregard,
- critical role: mollymauk tealeaf,
- critical role: yasha nydoorin,
- final fantasy xiv: castor westmoore,
- final fantasy xv: ardyn izunia,
- final fantasy xv: ignis scientia,
- fragile dreams: ren,
- hollow knight: the knight,
- hyper light drifter: the drifter,
- marble hornets: tim wright,
- mass effect: commander shepard,
- mass effect: legion,
- mushi-shi: ginko,
- original: chip abaroa,
- original: erika fisher,
- original: mira delacroix,
- pokemon sun & moon: guzma,
- red vs. blue: agent washington,
- the adventure zone: kravitz,
- undertale: asgore dreemurr,
- voltron: keith kogane,
- voltron: takashi shirogane,
- ✖ captive prince: laurent,
- ✖ ffxv: gladiolus amicitia,
- ✖ ffxv: prompto argentum,
- ✖ fullmetal alchemist: edward elric,
- ✖ guilty gear: faust,
- ✖ homestuck: dirk strider,
- ✖ homestuck: karako pierot,
- ✖ hyper light drifter: the guardian,
- ✖ no.6: shion,
- ✖ original: eska,
- ✖ original: foster van denend,
- ✖ rwby: pyrrha nikos,
- ✖ undertale: muffet,
- ✖ violet evergarden: violet evergarden,
- ✖ voltron: alfor,
- ✖ voltron: lance,
- ✖ voltron: princess allura
February Event: To Dye For
FEBRUARY EVENT: TO DYE FOR
Who: Anyone and everyone!
What: A simple paint job
When: February 18th - 23rd
Where: Primarily Ensō
Warnings: Mark your content as necessary!
What: A simple paint job
When: February 18th - 23rd
Where: Primarily Ensō
Warnings: Mark your content as necessary!
That's What the Water Gave Us
Most information can be found on the OOC plotting post! In the meantime, feel free to use this log as a catch-all for your efforts to paint the town; whether you do it in teams or solo, or if you're just going to be a curmudgeon who ends up getting doused with neon glitter through no fault of your own.
Some useful links, for reference:
Most information can be found on the OOC plotting post! In the meantime, feel free to use this log as a catch-all for your efforts to paint the town; whether you do it in teams or solo, or if you're just going to be a curmudgeon who ends up getting doused with neon glitter through no fault of your own.
Some useful links, for reference:
[ ♆ ] OOC Event Post...let us know if your character, for any reason, happens to die during this event. Hopefully this won't be necessary, unless someone here is fatally allergic to ink. Hence, death penalties will not be reduced, because anyone who perishes from a simple inking probably has it coming.
[ ♆ ] Team Sign-Ups, if you're interested in trying to douse Ensō in any particular color with friends
[ ♆ ] Team Rewards, if your team coats a significant part of Ensō in your chosen color and wants a reward for their efforts
Event Timeline
[ ♆ ] February 18th: The mana pools gain a function that allows them to double as pools of ink, facilitating their use in painting the island over.
[ ♆ ] February 20th: The monthly Storytelling occurs.
[ ♆ ] February 23rd: The mana pools lose their inkpot function, leaving behind only whatever ink you might have saved.
( CODED BY BOOTYCALL )
ren | ota
[The hidden dangers of this ink fiesta are the competitive urges that come out of even the most docile people and boy it took all of [2] seconds for her to compare this to a round of baseball and now-
She's ready to go. Armed with just her terrible hands, she's a silent threat in the jungles. Day or night, She's There, but it's probably not hard to tell she's nearby by the glowing, sparkling dark lavender paint that decorates the area.
But if your character happens to turn around in her presence, she absolutely takes the opportunity throw a fistful of gaudy ink right at their back. No mercy. If she hits though, it'll be easy to take revenge, because her arms come flying up in celebration from wherever she's hiding.]
Now you're purple!
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[Or if you've somehow avoided her chaotic attack around the jungle, she can be found in the later days with her two cats near the temple, decorating their feet with the same sparkly purple paint she had been using around the jungle. They seem surprisingly okay with her antics?? Probably because they're used to it. That's fine. They've given up. Plus, she's painting her own feet too and-
She sure does walk across the ground, making a big ole purple foot circle, and coercing both cats to follow her with a long blade of grass, which they do. Is she trying to do some kind of ritual?? A mystery. Don't question it.]
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[And guess who decides, somewhere along the way, that she can just be a human paint roller? It's Ren. Ren, rolling down a hill, covered from head to toe with the purple paint, so that even her silver hair is hard to discern under that sparkly, glowy mess. It's fine. Showers are for losers. Purple is forever.
The thing is she's not really looking where she's rolling, so try not to get hit. She's too focused on being a human bowling ball to worry about what kind of equally living pins she might target. It's time to Nyoooooom.]
A!
He takes a handful of sparkly glitter ink to the face.
He lands on his feet and stumbles forward, honking in confusion and distress--thankfully he managed to close his eyes in time, but his mouth is full of it, pigment and sparkle tinting his teeth and coating his tongue. And his face paint?
Ruined.
He doesn't need to look at a reflection to know that.
Well, fine. Two can play at that game.
His own paint brushes (of course he has two) are already heavy with purple ink of their own--
He charges in with a loud honk, fully ready to pain Ren up and down with the colour of his people.*]
Honk!! HONK!!
[*Almost.]
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gently....pokes me head in here..... (B)
gasps a beautiful nessabean
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Chip Abaroa | Team Red | OTA
[Finally, something FUN to do!]
[When the Storyteller made their little quest known, Chip took off immediately for one of the mana pools. With a bucket and giant inkbrush in hand they take off up and down the coast to start painting in possibly the most haphazard method possible. Bright red ink is splattered across the sand in wide strokes that still leave bits of the white grains visible in the sun, and up by the treeline Chip is furiously trying to speedrun the LifeAftr Splatoon Challenge.]
[They can only reach so high with that brush, though, and the trees are...rather big! So they start jumping to get their ink-line higher, and then...jump again? They're shrieking with laughter each time the pauldron they wear flashes with light and spiritual wings carry them that extra bit higher, and ink is, frankly, just going everywhere. Maybe they could use a bit more direction with this?]
B: You're a kid now, you're a squid now
[Once the competition is really in gear, Chip switches out from an inkbrush to the biggest Super Inker they can carry. They're not the sneakiest kid ever, with leaves and branches still rustling in their wake, but they're also fast enough to keep from being snuck up on...usually.]
[They're also a bit trigger happy, so whether it's that you reacted to something else you heard or have actually cottoned on to this baby trying to get the drop on you, Chip pops up out of the bushes with a war cry to start spraying you and your entire area with ink.]
b o i n g
You're doing amazing!
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Eska | open
[Listen. Ink is a valuable resource here. It's double-valuable when you've got a shell that's slowly but surely gaining more and more tattoos. Eska has a little supply of their own for the ceremonial tattoos that adorn their back, but it seems like a really good idea to stock up while the opportunity presents itself.
So: they're camped out at a mana pool edge with a stack of hollowed-out coconut halves. As the pool shifts colours whenever someone stops by for a refill, they'll dip a coconut half in, trying to save up a little bit of that color. They're gonna have to work out some kind of a lid, or maybe find a way to barter with someone for bottles, but for now? Working with what they've got. Each visitor will be greeted with a wave (and the timid hope that works as an invitation to a brief ceasefire), but they seem pretty content to just lie there inside their shell for the most part.]
Oh, hi, please don't paint me! Do you want to take a bowl of this color with you?
[B - it's a canvas not a can'tvas]
[Speaking of lying around in their shell... if you catch them while they're taking a break from coating the realm in pretty colors, they'll probably be sprawled on their tummy, taking in some sun. They might be dozing a little. This is a primo sunbeam, after all.
Several of the plates on their shell are already filled in with tattooed designs, but there are plenty of blank ones. If this surplus of ink has inspired the artist in you, then this big ol' shell is a prime canvas if ever there was one.]
A.
My, how thoughtful of you. As it happens, I've brought some containers of my own- but I do appreciate the consideration.
[She pats her bag slightly by way of indication, the empty wooden bottles inside jostling against one another. They're small containers, she doesn't want to take too much advantage of the Storyteller's thoughtfulness, but she's hoping to get a few shades by way of careful experimentation.]
[Just in case.]
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mira | ota
[ Oh, this is something she can get into. She chooses a bucket first, since the idea of paintball doesn't even occur to her, and she fills it up with blue paint. Then, she's off... and she tosses the bucket into an open space. Anything to help, honestly.
And if someone gets caught in the crossfire (since she does this several times) she gives them a sheepish smile. ]
Sorry!
B
[ But, well, soon enough she realizes that people are taking the opportunity to turn this into a competition. Why not? She can let off a little steam this way, and help out while doing it. Win-win situation, as far as she can tell. But she hasn't really handled guns, like, ever. Not even paintball guns. She figures she can learn on the fly, though! Besides, she wants to--no one (probably) will get hurt playing paintball.
Maybe.
Hopefully.
... Either way, she is down for this. She just needs to pick out her weapon of choice. When she does, she's off, using the same blue she used earlier. It's a good thing she's fast, but then again, she can't avoid every shot. ]
Hey! [ she yelps, but it's hard to take her seriously when she's grinning like that. ]
C
[ Eventually, she finds a hiding spot. She's teamed up with Lance, and he was nice enough to teach her how to snipe. Surely this will be fine. She has decent aim, but it could use some work--regardless, she does manage to land a hit here and there.
Where did that come from?? Mysterious. Surely not from that nearby tree. ]
wildcard
[ Toss a starter here or contact me at
B
[There is amusement in that familiar voice and when Mira turns, she will find that the person responsible for tagging her with magenta so bright and sparkly it almost glows is none other than her former neighbor. No blind man should be so accurate with his shots, but then again Ignis is no normal blind man.]
Tag. You're it.
[He laughs, and then, before she can respond, is dashing off in the direction he remembers the nearest bit of cover to be in. Here's hoping his mental map is still accurate after all that's gone on recently.]
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Muffet | OTA
[At first, Muffet is fairly calm about spreading the ink around the island.]
[Oh, she's working hard at it, certainly. She's never one to leave a job half-done. But she's merely enjoying a pleasant, relaxed day, a leisurely if colorful walk around the islets.]
[The fact that she's very patiently painting a fluffy chicken is admittedly a little odd.]
Just one more spot, dearie, do hold still.
[The chicken seems unconvinced.]
II. paint the town red
[But then... someone had to go and make this a competition.]
[Guess who has six thumbs and a bit of a competitive streak? Hint: it's this spider.]
[Alliances are made, deals are struck, and now Muffet is on Team Red, playing to win. Her usual outfit has been carefully folded up and put away in her house, to avoid getting it messy- even if the ink won't last, she'd prefer not to risk it. She's carefully picked out a sundress and ballet flats in deep, bloody red, and is wielding an ink to match.]
[Closer inspection will reveal that the ink in her weapons matches the dye of her outfit because they are the same paint. Apparently she'd just dodged the issue of not having anything in the right color by taking something from the clothing pile and dipping it into the pools.]
[Her hair is done up in a bun to keep it out of her eyes, with... yes, those are a pair of long-handled paintbrushes stuck through it like a pair of decorative hair sticks, apparently as both accessories and backup weapons.]
[Someone should probably tell her that she really, really doesn't need backup weapons.]
[Partially because this is a friendly competition please find your chill. But mostly because she's already taking ruthless advantage of her extra hands to wield six small plastic ink pistols at once. Thus turning herself into basically a walking blast radius of paint.]
[Once the competition begins in earnest, she takes to the trees, nimbly moving from branch to branch to coat the forest, and anyone who stands in her way.]
[Here is your opponent, Enso: she's swift, she's cunning, and above all she will not stop until you are the same shade as some kind of red velvet Valentine's catastrophe.]
[Game on.]
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[And on top of being armed with a water-gun (an ink-gun?) and an intention to coat as many things purple as possible, the Drifter's aim is very, very good. Besides, Muffet likes purple, doesn't she?]
[They aim carefully, and fire a prolonged burst of purple ink aiming for her back.]
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Ardyn Izunia | ota
[...Pay no attention to the light glinting off of a sniper scope. Or the vague cheerful humming of a man who gives not a single fuck, if you're close enough to hear that.]
[Which you might very well not be, because unfortunately for everyone he's a fairly good shot. If you're not careful you're liable to get tagged in the arm or leg, and if you're really unlucky he'll shoot you right in the back with that very same signature glowing magenta. Better stay on your toes and watch out, or just avoid the suspiciously placed chocobo.]
[...Or just go investigate the sitting duck if you want, I'm narration, not a cop.]
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Guns? Check.
Fun? Check.
Get to shoot people in the butt and run away like an idiot? Check.
Everything Prompto could ever want was there, so it was no great shock that he had a gun fully loaded and ready to go. Everyone was fair game.
Except girls. And Iggy.
And Fressy. He wouldn't shoot poor, sweet innocent Fressy. But he would pet her. Shooting people and petting chocobos? Best. Day. Ever. He had already started jogging towards Fressy when he noticed something. The tip of a squirtgun, so subtly hidden behind those feathers. His marksmanship and photography skills came in just enough to notice and act instantly. He quickly dropped into a roll and ran for the nearest cover.]
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lance | ota
[Initially, he's not on board with this whole - what, chore? He doesn't see why he needs to be involved in this mess.
And then he sees that there are guns involved, and there's a competition. He's not going to let himself be bested by someone, so he grabs a gun, fills it up, and he's off. He wastes no time covering as much ground as possible, and he's absolutely ruthless.
He's also a very, very, very good shot.]
b;
[Eventually, he moves from covering as much ground as possible to being as methodical as possible - and being a bit more of a nuisance. Between his jetpack and his pauldron he manages to get to higher ground, and that's where he waits.
And waits.
And waits.
Until some poor, unsuspecting person wanders by, just to get hit by a stream of pale blue ink interspersed with rainbow glitter.]
Hah! Got you!
[Score one for Lance, baby.]
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[No gun has infinite ammo, and eventually Lance has to go to the mana pool to restock. That's where he is now, and he freezes as soon as he sees another person.]
Truce?
[He shifts the bucket he's holding, debates offering a hand to shake, but decides to just be prepared to retaliate.]
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I've never seen you shoot before, I don't think. You're really good.
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Legion | OTA
(It’s too bad no one has seen Legion play videogames, before.
Then they might know that in competitions like this, they tend to be a jerk.
Case in point: camping mana pools.
They’ll change which pool they’re camping throughout the event, to ensure that others don’t grow accustomed to their tactics. Since they require neither food nor rest, going at night to avoid them is not an option.
They wait, silent save for the occasional whirr whirr of machinery, nearly inaudible.
Then, as soon as you come in range, they fire.)
B)
(Unfortunately, camping the mana pools isn’t the only rude tactic that they know of.
Those who walk through well traveled areas or visit certain buildings might get a bucketful of glowing white blue ink dumped on them from above.)
C) (Closed to Ren)
(Though the ink is primarily intended for painting the island, Legion has found another use for it.
The first time they learn of it, they decide to paint over the N7 logo and stripe on their broken shoulder.
When the ink fades, they return to the pool, and try again.
Again.
And again.
When Ren finds them, they are making yet another try, splashing whatever color they find in the pool onto their shoulder with little rhyme or reason save avoiding covering their sigil from the storyteller as well.
It’s obsessive: even though the symbols are long buried in ink they still continue to add more on top of it.
It has faded.Their programs argue against every suggestion that they stop.It has faded.)
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Only fair.
But don't they say all's fair in love and war?]
The fu-?!
[Dude! He has to feed the animals! And now that there's a big old splatter of near white all over his bare shoulder he's looking around bewildered cause who the hell!?]
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[It vanishes after 24 hours and Tory has asked for help covering the isles. So this here is Gladio, with the wheelbarrow he uses for work filled with shimmery magenta that glows faintly. The ink is a little thinner than paint and he has no problems being covered in hot pink so he's got a couple paint rollers he's made of scraps of bamboo and Moofah wool. At this point he's up to his elbows in paint, slathering it thick and sloppy over every surface he can find, letting it slosh out of the wheelbarrow all over the ground as he goes from building to building on the Farming Islet.]
B Shield gonna Shield
[For the actual fight itself Gladio isn't really aiming to spread chaos so much as defend his space. So he's claimed a wall by Tory's temple, the entire thing hot pink and a wide half circle arcing out from the wall. The paint on the ground is thick and pools in places with splattered paw prints all around it. The wheelbarrow is set to one side for more supplies and extra cover. Sure he has a gun but he also has a bucket and he's mostly just flinging bucketfuls in arcs at anyone that comes near before ducking behind his shield.
Pressing in further will have three hundred pounds of tigerlily splattered with paint and rushing through wet puddles charging at NEW FRIENDS!! Leo just wants to glomp people and rub on them it's fiiiiiine.]
C. R&R
[Eventually even Gladio has to refill and when he does he stops back in at the Chococottage for a break, Leo flopped out on the ground nearby, basking after a busy morning. Tiana, her dark purple highlighted with magenta, cooing happily and hovering nearby in case Dad decides to share his lunch. Gladio himself has a big bag of smoked fish and cariborn jerky, resting in one of the chairs near the firepit outside the house. Anyone that goes by will get a wave and an offer of some refueling.]
Yo! You eaten?
C.
Once he made his way around he rolled out from behind the wall, took aim, and shooting straight into the open back of the chair to paint Gladio's back a healthy shade of magenta.
And then he finally allowed himself to hum some spy music.]
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ASGORE | OTA
Dum-dee-dum...
[Asgore, when he hears what the Storyteller would like them to do, is completely willing to help! He starts with the mana pool nearest his home, collects some golden ink from the pool, and calmly begins to paint his surroundings with a very large roller brush. There's no real energy or competitive spirit behind it; just an old man calmly enjoying an afternoon of painting.
This can never last.]
B: we could think about war
[So some things have happened, Asgore has been apprised of the real mood of this event, and he is now on the Red Team!
He's wearing a random red T-shirt, hastily plucked from the clothing museum when he didn't have anything in quite the right shade, and his paint roller has been replaced with an enormous paint bazooka.]
Watch out!
[He's still calling warnings to other players before he shoots, though. The object is still to paint the most of the surrounding area, right, and not each other? There's no reason to make a mess of anyone, no matter how temporary. By the same token, he's not initially making much effort to hide or dodge, so he'll be easy to hit.
Still. That paint gun packs some real power, and he is utterly implacable. No paint assault shall stop him!]
C: like something I used to do
[When the action winds down, Asgore happens across some large rocks. Some large, very blank surfaces. Some other team must have claimed them already - maybe even it was his own - but any ink on them has faded, and now they're just sort of...there.
He used to spend a lot of time painting, in Beacon. It wasn't a hobby he'd previously thought to pick up, but it had been a relaxing sort of escape, there. It had been a way to remember people half-forgotten, people who were gone...people who turned out to be both.
Chara will never see the portrait he did of them. Perhaps that's for the best.
He doesn't try to paint any people today. He sticks to safer subjects: echo flowers, like the ones he'd drawn on the wall for Rin, stars...perhaps one weird eyeball out there with them. Okay, maybe he's painting some simpler-shaped people after all.
...he wonders if Pyrrha ever feels like this.]
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Hope you're prepared for a bomb Asgore cause once Gladio gets close enough there's a legit bucket of glowy magenta paint sailing up from behind the shield and arcing toward him. Just enough upward momentum for it to stay contained until it starts tumbling down, end over end, a full gallon of pink splattering messily all over the area.]
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Pyrrha | OTA
[After months of dealing with one catastrophe to the next, finally, they were given something interesting to do. And this seemed fun, too.
Pyrrha always did have an appreciation for the arts. And now, faced with the task before her, she's... a bit stuck. Not literally, but she is crouched at the mana pool, staring intently at the flower in her hands and the pool before her.]
...I suppose I could use red, but what about pink? Maybe violet. [gasp] Or gold.
B: Painting the town
[Okay, a color has been chosen, and now it's time for the competition to begin!
...But first, a detour. Right back to her cottage, Pyrrha goes. Hurrying back there mainly because she'll need a different outfit; there's no way that she's getting out of this paint-free, she's made peace with that already.
And it gives her a head start on painting her cottage. Mostly, she sticks to a normal paint roller, but she's also opting to use the brush of her broomsaber to make sure there's an even spread on the walls.
It's... calming. She's humming and bobbing to a beat as she works. Yuuri slumbers nearby, the Tigerlily not nearly as interested in all this as her owner. If Nari could see this... well, Pyrrha hopes the choice of color is acceptable.]
C: letting colors run
[Pyrrha's disappeared. The real competition has begun, and it's time for her skills as a Huntress to come into effect.
You might be coming down a jungle path, and happen upon a small portion of it already painted. Going through it, or trying to add a bit of your own color, and you'll find a blast of paint firing at you from... somewhere in the underbrush.
And a voice, practically giggling already.]
So sorry to say, but you've stepped into my trap!
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He can't entirely stifle a smile.]
Those are all appealing choices. Maybe you should diversify. No sense limiting yourself.
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Alfor | ota
[The pools are certainly colorful. By now Alfor has fully signed onto this assignment, especially when the idea of teams and competition was brought into it. Let it never be said that the good king of Altea doesn't have a competitive streak in him.
That said, as he's filling his bucket with the color that his teammates have settled on, if anyone approaches they'll be met with his best and brightest and most charming smile,] ...this should count as neutral ground, shouldn't it?
[The pool. Or well, the ammunition station, as it were?]
[ 2. Aim..? ]
[Now that Alfor is armed
and dangerous, he's taking this quite seriously...ish.He may have found himself a rather pleasantly blank wall. Is this your house? It might be your house. But that isn't stopping Alfor from, well, tagging it. It's a fairly intricate design anyway. He's a bit caught up in it too.
It's fine. Surely no one will sneak up on him or take retribution.]
[ 3. Fire ]
[After the art projects, and actually spending some time painting things as they were likely meant to be painted, well, the time for being more targeted in his approach has arrived. While firearms aren't usually his preferred weapon, he's a decent shot. Or at least, he's telling himself this.
Alfor has himself tucked up in the branches of a tree, a little sniper's nest of sorts. And he waits. The paint is a lovely teal, strung through with glitter. Go Team Alien. Whatever that means. Either way, the color is lovely. He's a fan of it, so why not help brighten the day of anyone who walks within sight?
Painting people still counts, right? Right. A direct hit will be followed with a terribly pleased,] It's really a lovely color on you!
[ 4. Wildcard ]
(( feel free to hit me with anything else that's not here. Alfor has it coming whatever it might be, I'm sure. ))
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Or, someone can take shots at her. She's not even mad. The paint hits her head, and she brings a hand to the back of it to see whose color it is. Huh. It's pretty close to hers and Lance's, actually.
It's not hard to figure out who it belongs to, when he talks. She laughs. ]
Come down here, and I'm sure I could say the same about you!
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Héctor | OTA
[For a while, he's good. He behaves. Back and forth he goes with buckets and a large paintbrush, inking the trees in various bright colors. Just another weird day--he can only imagine telling someone he once was asked to paint trees. There's no way he can make that sound anything but ridiculous.
He'll paint swirls all over his own house later, and sort of miss it when they fade. Pity he doesn't have a mirror, or he'd freshen up the markings on his face for a day or so.]
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[The power's clearly gone to his head. He's got two squirtguns, and two more in his backpack so he doesn't need to go back as often for refills. He's on a team all his own, a silly gangly wildcard who might work with someone one minute and then turn on them the next, or hide in the bushes by a pathway and wait. Pure immature evil, you can find it right here.
Oddly enough, he's got good aim. Time for you to get shot. Time for everyone to get shot. Hey, it's only ink.]
You're out!
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[At some point, running around blasting other painters gets to be tiring, unfortunately, and so he's sitting by the mana pool for a bit with buckets of black and white. Warpaint! For everyone!]
Want to become a skeleton?
[You do, you know you do. Embrace the bony life.]
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[ Hello, have a tiefling just throwing himself at you, Héctor. Molly is high on adrenaline and probably other things, and painting his face like a skull sounds amazing. ]
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tim wright | team red | ota
[He's been getting a hell of a lot of mileage out of the pauldron he earned from his Trial, using the boost of an additional jump to get himself settled on the uppermost branches of some of the taller trees of the island. From there, he's able to soak plenty of the island in red.]
[Or, if you're not on red team, he'll nail you with a sharp spray of red from above, whether in the form of a streamlined spurt of ink or just an outright dousing from a bucket of the stuff.]
[But, hey. You can't prove that it was him.]
[If you are on red team, on the other hand, he's likely to be more directly helpful - offering to carry buckets of refills, or even rigging up the odd bucket-trap with a beam of wood laid high above, between two trees, and a string to pull when someone gets too close.]
Violet | team red | ota
[ It takes Violet a little bit to get into the spirit of things. This is a harmless sort of game, nothing for her to get worried about, all the weapons are brightly coloured toys and the level of organization here is basically non-existent. But something about all this chaos leaves her stomach feeling funny and fragile, in a way she's not really used to.
So, for a little bit, Violet's content to settle herself by a mana pool while her arms charge up, watching everyone come and go. The flurry of activity's much busier than anything she's seen thus far on the islands, and if she spots someone during a moment of quiet, you might get asked a question – ]
Have things been enjoyable, so far?
b – basically all over the island
[ Assured that everyone is strictly here for fun (or at least, fun-adjacent competing), Violet finally decides she'll join in as well. She's got a horribly neon red ink-filled watergun and a paintbrush soaked in the same and she's leaving a trail of crimson red in her wake with... brutal efficiency. Seriously, it's almost a little scary how quickly she's moving and how easily she seems to be handling both of those weapons of ink destruction. Someone should tell her to calm the hell down – or perhaps engage her in ink combat to see if you can knock some chill into her that way. ]
c - look out below
[ Now this looks suspicious. It's a section of the island that's thoroughly splattered with red ink, all the way up the trunks of trees and across the floor, the grass... it's pretty much drenched with the stuff. But it doesn't look like there's anyone from Team Red around, making their mark.
If you decide to come closer to investigate, then that's on you – because you'll find out where all that ink's coming from the hard way. A whole bucketful of red comes splattering down from on high and if you turn to see just where the hell it came from, you'll see Violet, perched on high in one of the trees, drenched in ink and looking as though she just might be enjoying herself. ]
My apologies.
[ ... of course, it's hard to take an apology like that to heart when she's smiling as she says it. ]
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[Asgore is here to refill his enormous paint gun. He doesn't really seem as excited about the game as some others, but he's certainly participating.]
I had only planned on painting normally, but it's very nice that everyone has decided to make a game of it.
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Guzma | OTA
[Now, Guzma is usually a sour, surly, scowling smartass, but the morning after the announcement that they are free to tag literally every inch of the island however they want, he's up early and whoops like a child at Christmas to see he's been given not only a hecking super soaker but a few cans of spraypaint. Lillie may hear the maddening cackle of a hobgoblin ready to take flight, hefting the soaker into his arms and shoving the spray cans into the two pockets of his shorts. He's dressed down, knowing full well he's not going to avoid getting messed up by the more able snipers around here, but that's not the point. The point is to absolutely destroy this island in paint and ink, and leave his mark over everything.
And oh, how he does, splattering a messy background with his gun before going over with a dose frm the spray cans. It's easy to tell where Guzma's been - he's leaving the emblem of Team Skull pretty much everywhere - on walls, houses, trees, rocks, any flat surface that will hold it. Of course, he does also paint other things, and it's easy to see Guzma actually does art pretty well, varying his style to fit various 'grungy' art. He's allowing certain areas to dry and coating them nicely - evenly - while others he just lets run and splatter. He's getting pretty messy himself, but the grin on his face doesn't seem to mean he's not enjoying it. This is his medium, and once he's done with all this, he's coming for people next.
Or, you know, anyone who thinks about dirtying his art pieces. He'll spray you in the fucking eyes at point blank range, shitheel, fucking TRY IT.]
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B. INKoming - Think Fast!
[You may think you're safe, frolicking and romping about to your heart's content, painting things all over, but those that have their back's turned or don't show that they see him hiding from various places are getting a stream of colorful, purple ink shot at them. Backs, arms, no area is safe. He's on a Team with his friends (mostly) and damn if he's not going to with this game of paintball. It's been too long that he's had fun like this, in a chaotic sort of way, so he's going all out.
Guzma even gets....creative after a while, setting up small traps to catch unsuspecting passersby on the most trafficked areas of Enso and dump paint all over them. Tripwires set up to loose a tarp filled with ink up in high areas mostly near the mana pools, where he knows people will be going to get a refill of ink, so think fast and be on your guard! A menace is prowling about... Though he does give himself away with a snort and a cackle if he does mage to hit anyone, racing by at high speeds so as not to get hit himself. Mother of Mew, this is the best day of his life.]
GET GOOD, PUNKS!!
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C. Wildcard!
[Nothing here to your liking? Let me know or post your own comment and I'll respond in turn or work out something for you.]
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[Muffet pauses, fascinated by Guzma's colorful painting of a Scizor. She was about to ambush him with six guns' worth of red paint, but she certainly doesn't want to ruin his efforts here.]
What's this lovely work of art, is that something else from your world?
[She looks genuinely delighted. From an insectoid perspective, a Steel-typed tough-looking bug Pokemon is to her what a colorfully-armored cartoon superhero would be to a human- and for all her maturity, even Muffet isn't immune to the lure of cool shit.]
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Molly | OTA
[ Whatever the fuck this is, it's definitely Molly's thing. Anything that isn't traumatizing is a damn big plus in his book, and if it's a completely messy competition it's right up his alley. Who knew this place could actually be decent for once?
Team purple all the way (because of course purple is the best), he has thrown off his coat and jacket, because he's already a colorful mess while running around mostly covered in all kinds of ink.
He's dual-wielding paint brushes out of palm tree leaves, and he's coming for you. ]
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[ After fully exhausting himself by running around like an ink-splattered maniac, he eventually flops down in the sand near the beach and just has a quick break. He's still pretty much an ink blob and the sand around him is soon a lovely glittery dark lavender, but fuck it.
Stretching to pop about every bone in his body, he might take a nap right here.
...he's a really good target like this, though. ]
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[ Sometimes you had to be responsible. It's horrible, he knows. Why anyone ever expected him to be is really irresponsible of them, honestly. He can't be blamed for any sudden shenanigans without supervision, can he?
Still, here he is, more carefully painting everything he can see that isn't covered in some kind of ink, because despite the absolute chaos he thrives in, he also wants people to be safe. Well, safer.
If he happens to drag his ink over some other color? Well, there's that unsupervised shenanigans. ]
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The perfect target. Quietly, he crouched down behind a brush and took aim. The paint from the squirt guns didn't travel nearly as far or straight as a bullet, so he would need to shift it up a little higher before shooting aaaand...
He let out a spurt of paint aimed straight for Molly's ass.]
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Faust | Team Red | OTA and some Closed
One would be forgiven for thinking that the timing of this event would be an inconvenience for the good doctor, particularly considering the current renovations the clinic is going under and subsequent need for manpower.
But as it turns out, he's actually secretly grateful for the change of pace. Anybody currently under his 'employ' at the time has been respectfully dismissed and, if necessary, ordered to go and enjoy the various inktivities that have presented themselves.
As for Faust himself? You can find him in front of the clinic building as usual, armed with a large pile of spray cans and gently dousing the walls in the mists of fine paint. It appears he's drawing a forest of some description, the trees and foliage suspiciously like those nearby. As it so happens, he has yet to notice your presence, so if you're here to 'encourage' him to participate in the paint battles...he's probably going to regret not paying better attention to his surroundings.
2. Spray And Pray (Closed to Non-Team Red Members)
But, much like literally most of the island's population, the call to arms is impossible to resist. Within mere hours of tranquil painting, Faust has taken to the frontlines using his preferred method of transportation: Pogo-stick. Or pogo-scalpel. Or...something. The blade of his large weapon is embedded in the soil, the man himself clinging to the very top of it like a koala. It's not entirely clear how he's able to make the entire thing hop forward, but that's certainly what he's doing.
He traverses the battlefield with terrifying speed, bouncing around and laughing maniacally as ink gradually begins to stain his coat and trousers alike. But wait, it gets even worse! He has spotted you, and recognised you as an individual not adorning the Team Red emblem - even though Team Red doesn't even have an emblem - and now the rapid-fire hops and deranged cackling is on a direct collision course with you!
"GREEENAAADEEE!!!"
Reaching into his coat pocket, he produces a spray can and hurls it forth! Be it behind your cover, or directly in the direction of your retreat, it lands harmlessly on the ground with a small clink. For a moment, it's almost as if he simply overshot with a projectile.
Until a tiny, thin jet of strange energy can be seen visibly bursting out of the nozzle...and the can begins to produce a sound like a boiling kettle as it starts to violently rattle on the spot. Careful, that thing's hot!
3. Pillbox (Closed to Team Red Members)
It appears you have acquired a new friend for battle - literally dripping from head-to-toe in fresh ink, Doctor Faust has joined you behind cover, breathing heavily and giggling to himself. He seems to be thoroughly enjoying this entire situation. He does notice you after a few seconds, and airily waves in greeting.
"Lovely day for it! How many have you hit? How many times have you been hit? Oh, wait! Do you need a resupply? Here, take some of my spares!"
He motormouths almost incoherently before digging both of his hands into his coat, reaching in and starting to haphazardly drop spray cans onto the floor in front of you. Even though, from this angle, it's painfully apparent there's literally no space within his coat to store them. The cans do not care for their blatant violation of physics, though, and in merely a few seconds he has produced six cans worth of ink for your personal usage.
"Be careful, they're not stable! If you accidentally knock one against a hard surface, run like hell!"
And of course he punctuates that vaguely ominous warning with further laughter. The cans themselves do appear to be quite mundane, but perhaps if you've seen him in combat already, you'll know these ones have a habit of detonating in a huge shower of wet paint after being thrown. Feel like upping your arsenal?
4. Let's Get Crazy (Wild Card, OTA)
With all the chaos happening across the isles, literally anything could happen! Do as the heart desires!
agent washington | ota
[Unarmored and unhelmeted, this is probably a good deal more obvious to the external observer. Probably more so when he blinks, slides back to reality, and realizes that he's painted something achingly familiar without even meaning to. A collection of Greek symbols that probably isn't meaningful to anyone else but him.]
[But maybe you'll catch the brief flicker of dark shock before he just as swiftly paints over it, smearing it into nothing.]
[Wash isn't on any particular team, as far as he knows. As far as he knows. So he's doing this his way, and by his way he means that he's picking a cobalt blue color and running with it. He's a member of the Blue Team, if only nominally at this point, so he might as well fly the team colors.]
[He's also got devastatingly good aim. The best aim on his squad, before and after Freelancer.]
[He moves through Ensō at a brisk clip in full armor, pausing here and there to actually paint and pour ink over particular areas that look as though they haven't been covered yet. But mostly he's focusing on the silhouette of whoever ends up in his metaphorical crosshairs.]
[Then lining up a shot.]
[Aaaaand...firing.]
[Think fast when you hear the soft hiss of a stream of ink cutting through the air, or that's gonna be a direct hit.]
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That is, until she sees the brief flicker in his gaze before she reaches him.]
Hm, you know... I was thinking more of a cyan color. Perhaps a little glitter. [She clasps her hands in front of her. No threat of suddenly getting inked.] ...Are you alright? You seemed distracted for a tick, there.
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But he's not alone. A small doll is with him--or a small creature, hiding in a doll? Maybe the creature isn't even small. It has a long, elasticated... something, a limb made of congealed shadow, not unlike the monsters that preyed upon the islands not that long ago. It emerges from underneath the bright yellow fabric covering its body, and ends in a broad, taloned hand, which it's dipping into the buckets of ink and using to smear colour over the rocky outcroppings and everywhere else it can possibly reach.
Foster is also dipping his paws into the ink, and applying it everywhere in similar fashion.
Literally, these two are spattered and smeared with so much bloody-coloured paint. It's like they've been painting each other in between attacking the landscape, and if an interloper arrives at just the right time, they might even catch them at it.
The weird doll dissolves into Foster's shadow, mostly, save for its head and that frighteningly amorphous limb, before reaching up and planting a paint-coated hand on Foster's human back with a sticky splap. As he stiffens in surprise, it produces a sound almost like speech.]
Mimik--yuu!
[And before he sees the intruder, Foster waits one half-second, then whirls, diving to catch the creature, which disappears into his shadow entirely so that he slams both paws palm-down onto the stony ledge, splattering paint into his own face in the attempt.
The majority of the apparent 'head' emerges from behind him:]
Mimik--yuu!!
Mimik! Mimik--yuu!!
[This time, though, its clawed hand shoots past Foster and lunges for whoever's watching, as Foster's head snaps up and his expression flattens.
Busted.]
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[Edward jumps back out of the way of Mimikyu's lunge and flap-scrambles up the nearest tree to get out of range of--whatever the fuck that is. He glares down at the pair of them and his tail thrashes angrily (well out of Mimikyu's reach, thank you).]
The fuck, I didn't even do anything!
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the drifter | team purple | ota
[They're intent on painting this entire island the same color of purple that the rest of their team boasts. At first, the Drifter is hyper-focused on this singular, immediate end. They will spray over your color too, if they so choose. They'll spray over every color, until everything here is a glimmering neon lavender.]
[And with dual spray-cans at their command, there's not a person here that can stop them.]
[In the end, this sort of contest is liable to bring out their competitive streak, and bring it out it does, in complete earnest. Eventually, the Drifter is subject to enough potshots to take up one of those water guns and charge out into the fray themself.]
[They're a rather good shot, and they're also not opposed to taking cheap shots on anyone who might be preoccupied, turned away, or otherwise too engaged to notice a silent wanderer sneaking up behind them to spray them with a streamlined burst of purple.]
[As it happens, they're also especially prone to guerilla-like strikes - coming at their designated opponents with a flurry of ink sprays and then dashing away in a blaze of shadowed violet just as fast.]
[Catch them, if you can. Or set a trap for them. They're rather easily baited into action, as it happens.]
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Legion has been pretty good at staying out of sight and striking from the shadows, but they're really not expecting anyone else to show up just quite yet, their analysis indicates that most people don't come through this area until a bit later in the day.
They haven't noticed the Drifter's presence quite yet.
It'd be a good opportunity to attack, if the Drifter were so inclined.)
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Keith | Team Alien | OTA
[After the initial foray, Keith in a show of team solidary and also Paladin armor is easier to clean swaps to Paladin armor once more. His hair is a mess of colors because apparently, that's the best target. He can be found at the Mana pool with his gun in easy reach. Or coming out of the shadows of the trees like a ghost to help lay down fire.
He keeps up with the team as a good teammate should! He will make himself known in a rustle in the branches or movement on the ground. Or, and this is his favorite, the great blue wolf steps out into the open then slips back into the shadows.]
Mission Start
[Keith could be stealthy and sometimes he is. But when he's covering large sections of ground he's got a gun on his back and two buckets. He sets them down and unslings the gun, aims, and fires.
He's very methodical as he moves over a section of land. He unclips the paint roller on his belt to cover up any gaps. He leaves himself wide open without any reservations. Today is about fun as well as the job.
For once, he's very into the idea. If he sees anyone he grins.]
You can shoot me now or we can make this worth it. What do you say?
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[So maybe you got hit with bluish teal paint and you're a bit sparkly. It could have been a shot from the trees or the bushes. It could have come in a torrent from above. Before you can look around for a culprit the branches rustle or someone sprints out of the cover of the bushes with a massive blue wolf at his side.
Keith will on some occasions whip about with a smirk on his face and bring his gun up as his hip makes contact with the wolf. They vanish in glowing blue particles and appear five feet farther away. He aims for a second shot. Other times he ducks and weaves while tossing a grin over his shoulder.]
Are you just gonna take that? I'm right over here!
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[In the downtime, Keith sits at the edge of a mana pool with his eyes focused on the pool. It changes colors in slow swirls from purple to blue to green...it shifts through the colors and becomes more elaborate. Sparkles, glittery bits, little glowy stars...
He makes little lion faces once. He wants to know just how complex they can make the paint. Once it will be solid black. He adds colors to the black letting himself picture what he finds beautiful about space. The black gets seemingly deeper as he adds more colors one by one. Deep purple edging to a lighter purple. Red dusting the black like the dust of some planet.
If he's shot he looks up with a frown and holds up a hand.] Hang on. Let me get this right. Then I'll come shoot you.
[He pauses then beckons instead.] Actually, come here. See what you can imagine.
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So.
She takes aim, and fires... right at Keith's upper back. ]
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Erika Fisher | team red | OTA
The great thing about this whole thing is that it means that Erika can actually officially help by being extra as all hell - both in terms of helping the island get covered for practical reasons, and helping Chip out with this whole ink-coating competition thing, unofficial though it may be.
So, of course, she’s grabbed something resembling a water gun from the supplies, loaded it with bright red ink, and is shooting, just… everything, with little to no regard as to whether anyone else (on her team or not) is getting caught in the crossfire.
That is, of course, assuming that it’s an accident at all, and that she’s not just intentionally blasting people with red ink because it’s funny - which might be hard to believe, given the incredibly unapologetic grin she gives anyone who gets splattered. “Whoops, sorry!”
B - Wildcard
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Ginko | OTA
Ginko is glad people are having fun with this. Really, he is - everyone around here could probably use some fun, especially the kids.
He, however, feels like an exhausted old man at… what he guesses must be his late thirties by now, and isn’t sure he wants to deal with all that excitement. So he’s opted to stay out of the way of the commotion as well as he can. In fact, for now, he’s well out of the way of most of it; he’s climbed to the top of a tree with ink and brushes in tow, and has set about pouring and painting deep green ink over the branches, letting it spill down the trunk in the process. He’s getting some good coverage, at least, and it’s mostly quiet up here.
There is, however, the risk of the ink dripping from the branches onto passers-by. It’s probably fine.
B
It’s pretty unfortunate that Ginko can’t just stay up in a tree forever, which has more or less been his thought on trees and leaving them for most of his life. But, eventually, he runs out of ink, and has no choice but to go get more.
At these points, he can be found crouching by a deep green mana pool to refresh his supply of ink, and he’s not alone. The now-fully-grown tigerlily that’s been following him around since she was a cub seems determined to make a nuisance of herself, slapping at the surface of the pool, splashing ink everywhere, and also just… straight-up jumping on Ginko with her big ink-covered paws while he’s trying to scoop ink. “Hey-- okay, c’mon now, could I get a break here? Don’t-- hey, that’s my face, watch it!”
C - Wildcard
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Legion had almost given up on finding Ginko and was, in fact, camping this mana pool in the hopes of possibly acquiring other targets.
When he shows up, they almost reveal themselves by chattering in surprise.
The tigerlily is an excellent distraction as they ready their gun, aim, and fire.
...Hope you like glowing blue white, Ginko.)
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