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Entry tags:
- blue exorcist: yukio okumura,
- coco: héctor rivera,
- critical role: beauregard,
- critical role: mollymauk tealeaf,
- critical role: yasha nydoorin,
- final fantasy ix: zidane tribal,
- final fantasy xiv: castor westmoore,
- final fantasy xv: ardyn izunia,
- hollow knight: the knight,
- hyper light drifter: the drifter,
- marble hornets: tim wright,
- marvel: bucky barnes,
- mass effect: legion,
- mushi-shi: ginko,
- original: mira delacroix,
- pokemon sun & moon: guzma,
- red vs. blue: agent washington,
- red vs. blue: leonard church (alpha),
- tales of vesperia: alexei dinoia,
- the good place: michael,
- the league: jules dagger samari,
- undertale: asgore dreemurr,
- voltron: keith kogane,
- voltron: takashi shirogane,
- ✖ critical role: jester lavorre,
- ✖ guilty gear: faust,
- ✖ kamen rider: kiriya kujo,
- ✖ kamen rider: sakuya tachibana,
- ✖ kamen rider: sayoko fukazawa,
- ✖ my hero academia: izuku midoriya,
- ✖ okami: amaterasu,
- ✖ original: foster van denend,
- ✖ original: nari reno,
- ✖ red vs. blue: agent maine,
- ✖ red vs. blue: agent texas,
- ✖ resident evil: jack krauser,
- ✖ rwby: penny polendina,
- ✖ rwby: pyrrha nikos,
- ✖ tales of vesperia: yeager,
- ✖ the umbrella academy: number five,
- ✖ undertale: muffet,
- ✖ undertale: toriel,
- ✖ voltron: lance,
- ✖ yu-gi-oh: ryou bakura
April Intro: Better Get to Digging
INTRO LOG: APRIL
Who: New arrivals, and you!
What: New souls arrive to the archipelago of LifeAftr
When: April 4th and onward
Where: Cahypdo
Warnings: Mark as needed!
What: New souls arrive to the archipelago of LifeAftr
When: April 4th and onward
Where: Cahypdo
Warnings: Mark as needed!
Waking up to the gentle proddings of what appears to be very curious, sentient trees isn't the worst wake up call LifeAftr has to offer. For our newest arrivals, however, it may be a tad…odd.
Situated in the valley between two mountains, Elower is a scenic village filled with the friendly Roaka, tree-like beings that are rather peaceable and happy to assist those who have just arrived. I'’s a peaceful location for one to start their adventures - though, unfortunately, it doesn't stay peaceful for long.
Cahypdo: You'll Bury Me Low
Those who have explored the new island of Cahypdo in the last month will undoubtedly recall the series of quakes that shook the island throughout March. With the arrival of LifeAftr's newest adventurers comes Cahypdo's largest tremor to date, striking without warning and more than enough force to throw even the steadiest and sturdiest of your number to the ground. With a low rumble, the mountains heaped on either side of the island will start to shed an abundance of slag and debris, pouring down their slopes. Anyone who's scaling those peaks risks being flung bodily off them when the outpouring of shale comes roaring down those mountains, and anyone at the mountain bases risks being crushed beneath.
As one might expect, unsuspecting newcomers aren't all that have been shaken up. Though protected by netting and retaining walls, the cliffs around and above the village of Elower can only take so much pressure before giving way - a threshold that has been crossed entirely. With a sound like thunder, rocks fall.
Everyone dies?
For those who become trapped inside any of those abodes, your options appear limited. Work to free yourself, or wait for help to arrive. Though, speaking of help, those outside may think to offer the Roaka a helping hand in getting their trapped people - and yours, at that - a few breaths of fresh air.
Before you suffocate.
Cahypdo: Stay Acting Brave
Such seismic activity will also stir up the local wildlife, of course. Those unfortunate enough to come across them will recognize the restless shark-dragon hybrids, hydrac, now prowling across the shorelines, while the wickedly fanged wabbits will also be far more frequent, traveling in larger numbers in the jungle and at the bases of the mountains. Taking care to avoid them would be wise - though another creature may make that venture much more difficult.
A lorby may be prone to flight rather than fight when encountered solo, but in groups, these feathery critters are far more hostile. A defensive lorby emits a piercing cry alone, but a group is an almost ear-piercing experience, capable of rendering the unfortunate unstable on their feet at best, and unconscious at worst. For the days that follow the severe earthquake that so rocked everyone's foundations, any hope for silence is lost in the infrequent bursts of almighty screeching by colonies of lorbies who have so rudely had their homes overturned and disturbed.
While the lorby is omnivorous, it may not think to take a bite at anything so much larger than them. That doesn't mean that conflict with these fluffy creatures won't attract something much more willing to take advantage of the fact that you may or may not have been reduced to a prone sack of meat. If something else does arrive, you best hope that it's a friendly face.
If you're interested in keeping a lorby for your own, bear LifeAftr's companion limit in mind - two per character, and no more. The lorby is omnivorous and can survive off of most odds and ends: insects, fruits, berries, critters it can dig up in the sand, and more. However, the process of trying to tame a lorby is not always successful. We recommend use of a d10, with the following guidelines:
Rolling a 10: Critical success! This lorby will love and adore you, and may even feel comfortable enough to drape itself along your neck like a beautiful, furry scarf, churring softly all the way.Bear in mind that these are only guidelines; you are free to predetermine successes or failures as you'd like, presuming your character can sustain the companion! Our discord channel has a room for dice-rolls, if you prefer.
Rolling 7-9: This lorby will prove high-strung and timid, even if safely befriended, and will take several weeks to warm up to you. But once it does, it's yours!
Rolling 2-6: Failure. The lorby enters a state of distress and starts screaming. Hope you brought earplugs, or you'll be snoozing for several long hours for your efforts.
Rolling a 1: Critical failure. Not only does the lorby start screaming, but its panic attracts a colony of its friends, and they all start screaming too.
All new arrivals will awake with knapsacks, their names stitched to the front. The contents of said knapsacks can all be found in your acceptance notices!
As a final note to those who participated in the Test Drive Meme, bear in mind that those threads, if all parties involved would like, can be game canon in the form of dream-like memories involving a place very much like this one, though the layout is considerably different.
Feeling a tad adrift? Make sure to check the Locations Page, which has details regarding the starting areas and a handy map for those who feel better with a bird's eye view!
( CODED BY BOOTYCALL )
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[Well. That was a really weird set of dreams. That almost had to be a dream, right? They'd been talking to the survivors, the one's who'd escaped, and something had gone wrong with the phones- and then she'd been dreaming? It had felt vaguely like her returning memories during their time on the space station, only oddly more surreal in the aftermath. Pyrrha Nikos had been there? But so had numerous other people she didn't know. The studio being defeated, everyone going free- that felt too good to be true, now.]
[And now she was here, being woken up by some. Walking plant people she hadn't seen before. Someplace she'd never been. With a backpack and. A walking flowerpot with a face? She carried it protectively. It was shaped like a friend, she needed to keep it safe.]
Akira? Zombina? Max?
[Something had obviously gone wrong with whatever Miss Skullqueen had been trying. The simulation had been reset. The Champions who'd been there longer had said it had happened a few times before. Maybe this was meant as some kind of punishment for contacting the outside, trying to expose the studio? Regardless, the first thing she needs to do is find everyone else. Anyone else.]
»Bury Me Low«
HOLD ON.
[Or there could be a rockslide. That was a thing that could happen.]
[Penny is currently clambering over a pile of rubble blocking up one of the Roaka homes, dislodging boulders as carefully as she can. Maybe the Roaka that inhabit this place are just simulations, data in a computer without actual life, like the wildlife that had filled the previous simulation, but. Empathy game too strong. There are people or people-like things in danger, she has to help. Nevermind the possibility that some of her friends might be trapped inside.]
[Bianca the Walking Hotpot is hopping excitedly up and down on top of the pile of rubble nearby, occasionally kicking off a small pebble or piece of debris. She's helping.]
»Wildcard«
[Come at me.]
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Excuse me--did you just arrive?
[ But it's better to ask than assume. ]
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Rockslide
Probably a good thing, given that there are people in need of saving.
Admittedly, Penny may or may not find herself a bit distracted by the fact that they are very obviously a robot, not even trying to hide what they are with a Human form or anything.)
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Bury Me Low
He was not expecting to find anyone on top of the rubble, however. It gives him a moment of pause.
A rare moment during which she has the opportunity to get the first word in.
Or like... punch this thing in the face.
Whichever.]
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Agent Texas ★ OTA ★ Will match style
Tex awakens, immediately alert, but not a bit alarmed to realize she's been awakened by a walking tree. After inquiring of the roaka who had awakened her, she learns of the recent earthquakes. She finds the knapsack with her name on it and other associated effects, and begins carrying them. Unlike many of the new arrivals here, Tex had recently been in another world similar to this, traveling on a spaceship called the Moira. She doesn't realize she's been ported to yet another universe—she thinks this is just another planet the Moira is passing by. Though she doesn't know why she awoke on the planet and not in the ship. Nor why she's in her armor, as she hadn't been wearing it when she fell asleep.
When Tex encounters people who weren't on the ship, that will probably pique her understanding of what has happened. Meanwhile, she's keeping a sharp eye out. People who are familiar with current and former Freelancer residents of LifeAftr will probably recognize her armor, and register the fact that black is a brand-new color around these parts.
Bury Me Low—
Tex is protected when the rocks begin to fall, her armor being a sturdy shell in her defense. In addition, when they begin falling she's able to start running on their tops, leaping from rock to rock and even making her way up the slope to get out of the reach of the most danger. Eventually the rumbling stops, and the rock slide comes to a halt. Tex is tired—this human body she was given when she arrived on the Moira is recovering from a recent injury, and she tires more easily than she would like. But she's strong enough to press on and run into the village, calling out to those who are trapped in the houses.
"Anyone in there?" she shouts at a roof line or dormer window. "Everyone okay?"
Wildcard—
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bury me low
Breathe in, slow, and try not to think of the Invention going down on Sidewinder. Glass blown in over the infirmary, red emergency lighting everything in an infernal glow. His heart, galloping in his ribs. The certainty in his lack of certainty, his mind spinning off from its fragile cables.
This isn't then. This is now.
Wash shakes his head to try to clear it. Tries to place himself, and in placing himself, places the voice calling out to him.
Is that -
"Texas?"
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Yukio Okumura | OTA
[Yukio doesn't have to open his eyes anymore, not since the implant in his forehead and the extra eyes scattered across his skin. He does wake up though, main eyes opening and focus coming back to his vision through the others, tongue flicking out and catching.... very different scents than he was expecting, and Yukio rolls to his knees, summoning his throwing knife to his hand.
The tree-people seem friendly, and not too startled to see Yukio despite his lack of glamour. But this isn't the Summerlands, and he should be in the Summerlands right now. He's displaced, unsettled, and while he seems to have all of his things he can't smell anyone familiar.
There's a few minutes of exploration, of cautiously moving around the small village and quietly looking for signs of familiar faces. If Rin was here he'd be yelling, if Shura was here she'd be lounging somewhere obvious. West would be loud or causing a scene, Carly would be blatantly obvious, Reira would be quietly sitting and watching, Yukio knows the habits of Carnival members right now, knows where he should expect to find people and what they should be doing.
And then his attempt at figuring out what the heck is going on is interrupted by a rumble that grows into a steady roar, and Yukio runs towards the nearest shelter.]
Get inside! [He yells, if it looks like you need some encouragement. If you're not moving quickly enough, you might find your arm being grabbed firmly (and maybe not quite carefully enough) by a clawed hand as Yukio pulls you towards at least temporary safety.]
????????
[No, seriously, ??????
Yukio is trying to figure out what the hell this creature is. Or, he was, at first, but now it's just kind of devolved into a staring competition with a furby.
Yukio has too many eyes to lose this one.]
Wildcard
[The third option.]
??????
.... I don't think those things can blink.
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Michael | OTA
[So. There was an earthquake. And now Michael's trapped in a tree-person house that's been entombed in the earth.
All in all, Michael is fairly calm about this!
He paces around to investigate all the potentially-weakest spots, looking more annoyed at the inconvenience than anything. As far as he knows, it's not like he can suffocate or anything; he just doesn't wanna be stuck in this dumb house.]
Okay. This is fine. Someone's going to come get us out eventually. Just gotta chill out until then. [what's a normal thing to do in this circumstance...] Anybody got a deck of cards?
b: this is the bad place
[After extricating himself (or, more likely, being extricated) from the house he was buried in, Michael brushes himself off and goes to walk around the island some more. Maybe some of his friends ended up here too. Failing that, maybe he can help dig some other people out of the earth or something.
Instead of either of those, he encounters the greatest thing he's ever seen.
His gasp at seeing the lone lorby could be taken as one of horror, except that he immediately crouches down to try to coax the thing over. This thing is already hanging out behind him, so it looks like we're just collecting an army of hellish followers here.]
Oh, look at you! You're horrendous! It's okay, come here...
[He doesn't have any food or anything. He's just waving a hand at it like a guy who's apparently so much as interacted with a cat in his life.]
c: wildcard
[come at me bro]
B
Careful. You never know if they might be potentially lethal.
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[Her first though upon waking up is: Oh. That was not a dream. She tries to remember what she dreamed about, but those memories are already escaping her, outside of a few key facts.
She's in another dimension, where time works differently.
Chara is alive.
And Frisk is here with them.
There's no time to waste, she thinks. She has to find out where they are. So she puts her knapsack on and starts trying to find them. One might see an old goat woman wandering through the village, going up to random people and asking:]
Have you seen two children? Their names are Frisk and Chara. They are about [She mimes their heights with her paw.] this tall. They are with a man called Tim?
Bury Me Low
[Fortunately, Toriel manages to avoid being crushed by the boulders. She instead tries to lend her aid, using her strength, to lifting the boulders off the houses and freeing whoever's trapped inside.
She says, to anyone buried under the rocks:] Do not fret! You will be free soon.
[She's pretty hardy, but the more she does it, the more tired she looks, until her forehead fur is drenched with sweat and she's struggling to even lift the smaller rocks. She could use a hand...]
Stay Acting Brave
[Once the rocks are freed and she's met people, she decides to explore the island a bit. She figures she might as well get the lay of the land, if she's going to be trapped here against her will.
When she does, she encounters a Lorby. She doesn't seem at all bothered by its... strange appearance. In fact, she reaches out for one gently and tries to coax it to her, like any other animal. The Lorby looks... unsure, but approaches her slowly.]
Very good. Come closer to me, will you not?
brave
Watch out, you don't know if they bite.
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[Well, the good news is Zidane managed to quickly dive inside a nearby house and be unharmed. The bad news is that he’s now trapped. Not giving up though, he immediately starts trying to pull the rubble out of the way. However, while he can deal with some of it, he’s not strong enough to pull move the bigger rocks.]
Ugh. C’mon! Move……
Dammit!
[And with frustration, he kicks a rock. Which he immediately discovers is a bad idea.]
Whoaaaaaaaah! Geez!
[As some more rocks start tumbling down in front of him and he just manages to dodge out of the way before they can collapse on him.
Maybe a certain person heard him?]
B - Everyone
[After being rescued, Zidane has no time to rest. He’s grateful to the person who rescued him (well, he owes Castor) but other people are trapped too. So he’s busy kneeling in front of houses, trying to get some of the rubble out. Maybe you’re the poor unfortunate person who’s been trapped.]
Hang on! I’m on it…….oh man…..all right, this might take a while but I’m right on it!
C – Everyone
[Okay what the hell is that creature. No seriously, what the hell is that? Zidane has no idea. But that scream almost knocked him off his feet.
Just as well, the lorby turned tail and slithered away as fast as it can. Zidane manages to get his balance back.]
Phew….man, what a shock. At least it doesn’t seem aggressive though? I think…..?
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It's usually not hard to hear Castor when she wants to be heard, but the thunderous sound of falling rock and sediment has drowned out most of her cries until now.
"I saw ye dive in, just yell if you're alive!"
One of the larger rocks may or may not be shifting ever so slightly, as though there was someone on the other side pushing against it and winning.
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agent maine | ota — new arrival!
[ Agent Maine is not a particularly imaginative person. Not when he's awake, and not when he's asleep. So when he dreams of a giant fucking rabbit called The Storyteller, he's pretty sure that it's the fault of painkillers or a fever — though he doesn't remember getting hurt or sick. In any case, it's entirely out of the norm, which is why he's so disoriented when he opens his eyes…
Then he sees trees prodding him, and Maine immediately jumps to two conclusions. The first: he's either been drugged, or he's losing his mind. The second: this hallucination needs to back the fuck off. Now.
The Freelancer snarls, low and barely human-sounding, and shoves himself to his feet. Fully armored, he stands at 7'4" and is almost of a height with the curious Roaka. The tree-creature begins to back off; Maine reaches over his shoulder for the weapon at his back, though whether he intends to use it or just wants it in hand is anyone's guess. ]
ii. bury me low
[ There's not a whole lot that can knock someone as solid as Maine off his feet. The earthquake does the job. He staggers and hits the ground hard. Waits until the shaking ceases before attempting to stand.
Maine's been thrown to the ground a few too many times recently. Advanced as his armor is, that shit still leaves bruises.
Once he's moving again, Maine gravitates toward the fallen rocks more out of curiosity than a desire to save the day. But if he happens to hear the voice of someone trapped, he'll start dragging boulders out of the way with what seems to be frightening ease. ]
iii. repairs
[ Once the chaos from the quakes has calmed, Maine can be found trying to fix his armor's heads-up display. He's removed his helmet and is holding it in his hands, exposing a shaved head and a mildly annoyed expression on his usually stoic face.
It's not that he doesn't know how to maintain his armor. He knows it like the back of his hand, or maybe even better. He just can't figure out what the problem is. ]
iv. wildcard
(( ooc: go nuts! preference for present tense, will match brackets or prose. please read maine's info & permissions before tagging, since he comes with some warnings. if you'd like to plot something specific, check here for ways to contact me. ))
iii
They're enough of a child that any superficial similarities draw their attention. So, Maine will easily feel like he's being watched while he contemplates his helmet; the Knight isn't making much of an attempt to hide themselves from view.
They just...peek out from behind a nearby tree, and stare. They're not even blinking (mostly because they're, uh, incapable of it in the first place). It might be a little unsettling. ]
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Kiriya Kujo | OTA | will match format
There's noise from under some of that rubble. Weird noise. Some sort of strange nonsensical yelling. " GASHAT! Let's Game! Metcha Game! Mutcha Game! What's your name?! I'M A KAMEN RIDER." There are also a few faint electric guitar riffs.
A weird chibi armored guy the same size as a grown man bursts forth from the rubble and gives a low whistle. "Man, they build their houses pretty sturdy around here!" And then he's running off...and making video game kind of sound effects as he runs...looking for rubble to clear away.
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It's easier, and perhaps a little lazier, to go rolling through Cahypdo as a bike following all that seismic activity. He needs the practice off-roading, and being a motorcycle will let Kiriya respond quickly to any cries of help or anything like that. This is totally a responsible superhero patrol kind of thing and not a farting around joyriding kind of thing, so Kiriya claims.
He hadn't expected to come across a weird snake-owl-thing in his travels, and it might have been better if the thing hadn't been crossing the path he was trying to cross. "Hey! Watch it!" And there's an accompanying honk of his horn in an attempt to get the critter to move on.
Big mistake.
The startled lorby, presented with the horror that is a talking honking neon motorcycle, immediately begins screaming its head off, which summons more lorbies, which also scream their heads off, which creates a hideous vortex of screaming lorby doom that Kiriya is not quite quick enough to outrun. The force of the screaming lorbies is enough to stun the intrepid motorcycle, knocking him out, and also knocking him out of his transformation. Judging by the tire tracks suddenly skidding off into an unconscious guy just lying there with a weird bulky neon belt around his waist, it really looks like he's had a motorcycle accident and the motorcycle's gone missing. He's just going to lie there unconscious, surrounded my madly screeching lorbies, until the lorbies move on, at which point he'll continue lying there unconscious for a little while longer.
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In complete disregard of all common sense and survival instinct, they've started to run towards screaming than away from it as fast as possible, in case someone's in need of help.
And in this case, it's someone they recognise, even. After the lorbies have slithered onward (still screaming in alarm), they cautiously come out of hiding to, uh...
Sit there and wait for him to regain consciousness, mostly. After a few minutes of waiting, they take advantage of what's available to them (namely, naturally cold hands) and pat gently at his face in an attempt to wake him up.
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the knight | ota | there is only one prompt and it is lorby
They stand out significantly more than usual, however, because somehow, for some reason known only to themselves, they've managed to tame or befriend or possibly bribe one of the snakelike, fuzzy, shrieking creatures to the point that it's letting them ride on its head.
The lorby slithers along, apparently confident that its new friend will protect it from the usual run of predators. The Knight sits between its ears, atop its head, and only occasionally sees fit to direct its path. Otherwise, they're content to let the lorby go where it feels it wants to go.
The only question that might jump to mind upon seeing such a majestic sight is...
Why. ]
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Number Five | OTA
He's finally done it, hasn't he. The stress of facing the apocalypse a second time, realizing he'd failed at the last second, wrenching open another hole in the tapestry of time and taking all his siblings along - he's finally snapped. That's the only viable explanation for what Five is waking up to.
At least, he lets himself indulge in that thought for about three seconds. If he was ever gonna seriously believe that he's lost his marbles, he'd have shot himself thirty years ago. Doubting his own mind feels a lot like placing an electric fan next to an intricate house of cards, so he doesn't. These tree things better have a really well stocked liquor cabinet.
"Get off me or I'm going to snap you all like twigs!" he hisses and gets to his feet, waving away the creatures' concerned?? curious?? prodding. And stomps off, already taking mental stock of what the fuck just happened. Pros: reasonably sure he's not dead, despite the brief appearance of a white rabbit claiming to be god and a splitting headache from the truly ridiculous effort of jumping here, seems to have acquired a backpack with supplies and his name on it. The wood saw is pretty sharp, too. Cons: no idea where or when he is, and he's completely lost track of his siblings. So it's a day ending in Y, then.
It's the last point that gnaws at him and he begins to call out for them in earnest soon enough. "Vanya! Klaus! Anyone!" They'd just been with him. The jump was messy, sure, equations and a destination hastily compiled, but he can't have lost them on the way. He can't have screwed up that bad. Even if he had no idea if he could take people with him at all. Shit, shit, shit.
Five wanders along the valley, alternating between calling for his siblings and muttering equations to himself, trying to figure out where he went wrong.
B; And They Could Never Tear Us Apart
And then an earthquake ruins the rest of his day. The initial tremor knocks him on his ass, but the real kicker is the rockslide. Five manages to stay on top of it by teleporting out of the way of the largest boulders in space-warping flashes of energy, leaping from one shifting foothold to the next until, finally, the cliffside stills. By then, he is completely wiped, hair matted with sweat and breathing heavily from exhaustion, but alive.
Which is more than can be said of anyone trapped under the rubble. Like, say, his family.
His eyes skitter over the debris, his throat raw with dirt and dust and he staggers forward on the shifting gravel as his hands start to dig seemingly of their own accord. For a moment, he sees a hand sticking out between the rocks, stiff and dead and Five claws at the boulders more frantically, though it's gone the next moment and he ignores it, he feels like throwing up and ignores it, he can't breathe and he ignores that too.
"No, no, no..."
Somebody stop this boy before he digs himself to death.
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Thankfully, though, Jester's out of the way of the rockslide, but she sees a figure in the distance beneath the rocks and gasps in horror and starts running over, trying to keep her footing even as the earthquake is still finishing itself off. Aftershocks kick in and send her tripping over her feet, but she keeps getting back up. She knows she likely won't get there in time, but at least if they get hurt she can do something, probably. She's getting more used to which of her magic works and which doesn't these days.
As she catches up, though, it seems like they got away unscathed, but maybe... someone else didn't? Oh shit, it's that magic kid! Seeing him freaking out and frantically digging through the rubble has her start to sympathy-panic in response.
"Ahh! I'll get them out! It's okay!"
DID SHE PREPARE POLYMORPH TODAY??? Uh, no. Shit. Okay. Wait, she's got something else that can work!
She digs into her bright pink leather haversack and pulls out... a fancy paint set. She starts frantically drawing a big, black circle in the rubble.
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Tachibana | Freshly updated! | 3 of 4 are OTA
While there hadn't been much sign of Tachibana around for the month, the man keeping himself busy with taking care of the house he and Sayoko had claimed as their own and just simply enjoying the odd vacation with her-- there is a period of a few days where there's just simply no sign of him.
Until there was again.
There's definitely something different about his appearance, even if it might be a little hard to put a finger on. He looks a bit older. A bit less worn out around the edge. ... and there's a small armored creature sitting on his shoulders much like a small child, looking around with timid, startled confusion.
Tachibana himself looks utterly disoriented and distracted a moment as his memories return, and it's only Garren's small worried sound that pulls him back out of it, looking up slightly before reaching out to put a hand on the child-like Pogemon's back.
"It looks like we're in a different world again," he explained. "Not a jaunt world, but something different."
[B : Closed to Sayoko]
It doesn't take too long before a second realization kicks in, and Tachibana is running at top speed to the home he and Sayoko had been building, a seeming lifetime ago.
"Sayoko!" The door all but crashes open as he rushes in, eyes wide with worry.
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Garren is a very curious Pogemon. Somewhat emboldened by all the different worlds he and his Slammer have been to, he's now (very cautiously) investigating this one. He's only a foot and a half tall, and slightly clumsy as he moves, but he's determined not to be afraid and learn more about where they are now.
Anyone going about their business may spot the armored creature as he explores, as his silver and dark red suit do stick out a bit. That and he has a bit of a habit of just staring at things that have caught his interest. While his helmet and mask don't show his expression, his posture more than makes up for it, gloved hands up on the mouth of his mask in timid wonder at whomever he's spotted this time.
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When the rockslide starts, Tachibana's first reflex is to protect Garren, physically sheltering the small Pog from the falling debris. As much as the impact hurts, he knows that he can take it. He's immortal. He'll heal. Garren, on the other hand...
Once the rocks finally stop, he concentrates, shifting to Galen's form -- the well muscled Greek centaur's body the most natural for the situation and with the advantage of strength and the sudden increase of mass, the rubble is pushed away.
Minutes later, with Garren clinging to his back, he's looking around for anyone in need of rescue, pushing aside fallen debris as he listens intently for any sounds of distress or yelling for help.
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something else happens to turn the whole thing to hell - as he's sure will happen eventually - he watches Garren wandering around.
So far the little being hasn't noticed him yet, but Jules figures its only a matter of time. He's a hulking Andarian over 7 feet tall with glowing red eyes that stand out even in the daylight. He's certainly far from subtle, no matter who silently he can move.
Flickers of color and images of things nearby flicker through Jules' mind. He hadn't been thinking about that particular plant or the way it's leaves waved and fluttered in the light breeze when the image danced across his mind, which means it isn't his thought. Whatever this creature is, it's sentient, and that automatically puts Jules on guard.
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Bakura | New arrival! | OTA
Waking up in a new place with no idea how he'd gotten there was honestly so normal for Bakura that he almost didn't notice that he had actually been asleep this time.
What he did notice, however, much to his delight, was the sentient trees that had woken him. His entire face lit up, grin so large his face almost couldn't contain it as his eyes all but sparkeled.
"Aaaaa! So cool!" Scrambling to his feet, he looked up, a small, amazed sound escaping as he took in the full height and majesty of the Roaka in front of him.
Wherever this place was? Was awesome.
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Fanboying over
Treebeard and friendsthe Roaka over, Bakura was going through his bookbag and checking out how water damaged the contents are. With a bit of concern, he pulled out one of his notebooks, carefully removing the band holding it closed before opening the pages."Just the edges... thank goodness!" he sighed, shoulders going slack. "Just a little sunlight and it should be fine!" he beamed, shifting to carefully set it out next to him before going to the next one. "Glad I didn't write in these in pen!" he laughed, shaking his head.
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The first step of any adventure when there wasn't a starting town tavern-- Mapping! Notebooks properly dried and pencil sharpened, he's carefully filling in the graph paper squares as he walks, face a mask of concentration as he balances the hard backed book in the hook of his arm.
Complicating this setup is the
duelbag set up; the usual newbie knapsack hanging off one shoulder while his blue "Jaunt supply kit" backpack hangs off the other.It's not the best balancing act, but so far, he's managing it. For the moment.
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"Your first time here? Or...your first time here?" On the island or in this multidimensional fuckscape.
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tim wright | ota
[Maybe they should think of settling some place a little more stable, he catches himself thinking grumpily. It's not as if Cahypdo seems to be terribly stable by nature, and these people probably aren't sailors. There's a reason they chose to settle here, probably - he just doesn't know what it is yet.]
[In the meantime, he spends most of his time trying to help with sifting the rubble away to get at anyone who might be trapped in the buildings, or just generally trying to move the debris somewhere it won't keep the houses crushed to kindling.]
[You might catch him muttering under his breath as he goes:]
Goddamnit. Again. Again. Would it kill them to invest in some earthquake-proofing?
[Sooner or later, almost everyone hears about Denny.]
[After the initial rush of new arrivals, Tim settles down to keep the place running smoothly. There's not much in the way of food aside from what you'd consider typical for a reworked, repaired, former mess hall: cooked meat, eggs, coconut cookies, milk of a bluish but ultimately edible quality...and liquor.]
[Blackberry whiskey, to be exact.]
[Tim can and will bartend to ensure that you don't drink yourself into an absolute stupor. He doesn't drink himself - can't - so that's not a risk for him, see.]
[He doesn't have a bouncer, but he is pals with a very persuasive spider lady who makes most of the food. So don't, like, make too much trouble.]
[hmu over at
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[Muffet, like Tim, is working steadily to help anyone hurt or closed in by the rocks.]
[Also, like Tim, she's slightly exasperated about having to do this again so soon. She can't really blame the Roaka, they're working with the hand they were dealt, she's just less than thrilled about the timing. At least she doesn't seem to be having too much trouble moving rocks- if anything, her greater-than-human strength is of far more use here in this type of situation than it would be in an actual fight.]
[After all, rocks don't usually have any cruel intent.]
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Faust | OTA
The news of the giant landslide reaches the infirmary within the hour, leaving one Doctor Faust practically falling over himself trying to get to Elower as soon as possible, receiving directions via Stone of Farspeech in one hand and clutching his doctors bag in the other. His mind runs a mile a minute, wearing the guise of the calm and collected to conceal the anxious jitters threatening to jeopardise the entire operation before it has even begun. Granted, he was nearly killed the last time he was on-site for a disaster, but that's really no excuse here.
Once he's arrived at the scene proper and bombarded the locals with far more questions than is necessary, he switches straight into emergency mode and starts making rounds across the village, pulling people out of the wreckage and attending to their injuries as best as he can with his limited resources. If you've been recently pulled out of the rocks, he'll skid to a halt seemingly out of nowhere next to you, rummaging through his doctors bag as he speaks:
"Hey! What's your name?"
He's just making sure you're not in shock, don't worry. He's a real doctor, honest.
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Wretched shrieking can be heard from one of the piles of boulders, shortly followed by the good doctor stumbling away from the offending rocks, clutching his paper bag like he's been hit over the head with a sledgehammer. It takes him a few seconds of almost drunken staggering before he regains enough of his senses to realise what had just attacked him. And subsequently also realise just how horrifying it was.
"...good grief, what in the world is that thing?!"
The offending monster sticks its head out from beneath the blockage, making wholly unsolicited eye contact with Faust and showing no signs of abandoning its newfound bunker of stone and dirt. Which, considering there may very well be oxygen-deprived people trapped within the nearby buildings, is going to be a bit of a problem. Would any volunteers be so kind as to escort this horrifying abomination from the premises?
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(Hit me with whatever you've got!)
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[Lance was, you know, kind of hoping for peace and quiet. Just do some friendly training, introduce some trees to the wonders of cow milk and cheese, and be done with it.
But then the rumbles start, and the rocks start tumbling, and Lance finds himself trapped in a house.]
Oh, come on! Why is everything always trying to kill us?
[He kicks at the sealed over door, grumbling.]
This is ridiculous.
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[Lance's hope for peace and quiet is further dashed by the emergence of the lorbies.
Lance, not really expecting them to be dangerous, goes quiet when he spots one.]
Okay, it's official. [He puts his hands on his hips.] Things have gone too far!
[He squints at the lorby, which looks back at him. It looks like it's gearing up to flee, or at least start screeching.]
You better not start going on about alternate realities or I swear-
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She hopes that's a trend that'll continue, when she comes upon Lance and the lorby. ]
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Legion | OTA
(They arrive on Cahypdo early, certain as to when but uncertain as to where the new arrivals will appear.
Steadily, they search places they deem likely, coming closer and closer to Elower.
Perhaps they will run into you on the way?)
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(They are strong, well protected, and quick to take shelter when the rockslide occurs.
As expected, it buries the structure while they are inside. Fortunately, they have no requirement for air, food, or water.
They begin to dig.
Eventually, they make a hole big enough to poke their head through. It's probably an odd sight; a boulder tumbles down, and then a large robotic looking tube with a flashlight on the end pokes out. They glance around, then promptly focus on the first uninjured, unoccupied lifeform they see.)
Assistance requested!
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(Having been helped, they are now returning the favor.
Need a large, powerful, tireless machine to come help you out of the rubble?)
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[Neat! A robot! Michael's not sure why it asked him specifically for help - he knows that his human body does not look strong at all. But he is, so he saunters over anyhow.]
How's the structure looking in there? Not gonna cause anything to cave in if I shift these?
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Héctor | ota
[The tree people are good and friendly, so naturally he goes back. That was a mistake. His luck is almost always bad and now it's gotten him buried 'alive' in one of their homes, with a deck of cards to entertain himself and his slightly magical knife for a light source. Ah, well. He's not going to ask for his sorry bones to be made a priority, not when others might actually be in danger or injured, though he has his stone of farspeech and he's going to use it. Lonely down here.
He'll be grateful to whoever digs him out! Or touched if anyone notices he's missing, honestly.]
oh no it's cute
[Later on, once he's free, he decides to hang around a bit. Long enough for something sinuous and fuzzy to find him. Héctor, meet Lorby.
It's actually... adorable, in it's own way. He's seen much weirder alebrijes, ones with teeth and no soft fur or big sweet eyes. Seriously, what is everyone freaking out about?! Too bad he doesn't have any food with him...]
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But the rubble in this spot looked to be mostly smaller stones. He could totally take care of that!
It takes some time for him to push aside the rubble, tossing the smaller stones a few feet away while just simply shoving the larger ones to the side. He just needed to uncover a door or a window or something like that, after all!
Finally, all his hard work is rewarded as he gets enough of an opening cleared to poke his head inside.]]
Is anyone--
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...I think I might have been a little too late...
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[Until today he hasn't used the jetpack. It only gives him a little speed but that is better than nothing. The few precious seconds it gives him he is able to shove one of the Roaka into their house and keep going. He can't out run the fall of rocks.
Kosmo races at his side a massive furry beast easily able to run ahead if he chose to. He sinks his fingers into his fur and they both vanish. They appear five feet further down and do it again. He can't hear himself think over the roar but he doesn't need to. A door opens in a building ahead of him. He dives inside with a murmur of thanks a whips about to reach for anyone rushing by.] Get in here! Hurry!
[Later as the dust is settled, a black blade with glowing purple lines slashes at rocks, moving with the precision of a trained fighter's hand. Or a glass-like knife carves through stone. You might see a pair of armored boots edged in bright red, or the black cornea set with a yellow iris of a blue wolf.]
Hey. Are you hurt? Let me know while I make this hole.
Home is not where Slav is.
[His first thought when he runs into the strange snake like creature winding around in circles is why. The second is to wonder why they never saw any other aliens like Slav. Is he the last of his kind?
Are they all just as obsessed with the possibilities of death and doom if he isn't? On second thought it's better never to voice that thought. Everyone has enough on their mind on a good day.
And Shiro doesn't need that kind of nightmare.
Keith kneels down and stares at it. The creature wanders around but doesn't seem to want to leave. It's timid and pretty high-strung but that's as far as that goes. Whenever anyone finds Keith he's still watching it with a wary eye as he has himself a bit of lunch. He tosses a bit of meat to it and the thing...eats it. Neither really has a desire to befriend the other. They're just hanging out. For now.]
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home is not where slav is, and aren't we all glad
Shiro's understandably wary of the things. At least they hadn't started freaking out on him, thank goodness. But he really doesn't want to see any more. Too bad the islands see it fit to have him run into another one; two for two, seems like. He's distinctly uncomfortable, and when he happens upon Keith, he can at least relax a little.
The lorby that's watching him, however, is not relaxed. It's making a sound like a deflating balloon. ]
... I really don't think these guys like me.
we're so glad
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Alexei | OTA
[...Okay, so you know what, nope. Once he verifies that the actual situation with the rocks is taken care of and people are being assisted, he's just going to...very calmly leave the area and find somewhere to not think for a while, because that situation is just kind of hitting him wrong for a lot of reasons in a lot of ways, so he's just going to find something else useful to do with himself.
And that, apparently, means heading away from one source of screaming to find out what the other source of goddamn screaming is.
It's nothing that he's going to get too close to, especially when he finds out that it's being caused by very displaced and very distressed groups of owlsnakes that are deciding to display their displeasure by becoming the new and improved Chorus of the Damned. He's never heard anything quite like it, and honestly, he sort of imagines that this is what the inside of Yeager's brain sounds like on a regular basis; that said, he'll certainly back off coming any closer when he starts feeling lightheaded, finding a place a decent distance away that will get them to stop fucking yelling at him so he can just...be on the ground for a while and observe.
...And that is more or less how he's ended up kneeling on the ground, sitting back on his heels with Dein Nomos lying across his lap; it's almost a shame to use such a pointlessly powerful sword for such a mundane purpose, but shame or not, he sure is cutting fruit across the business end of it, slicing stuff like those weirdass kiwis into quarters and setting bits of it down a short ways away.
The reason why will likely become apparent as one of the less-wary but still-jumpy lorbies comes slithering out from under a bush for the sake of "stealing' what he's putting down; he's patient enough to take time in luring it closer, though god only knows why - usually he's one of the first to start killing the monsters we run across in new areas, so feeding them is a new one on everyone, him included.]
Well. Come here if you're going to, you pointless animal.
[More fruit, closer this time. Odd chirruping noise from the lorby.]
Yes, yes, I'm certain it's very difficult being you. Having food given to you for nothing and all.
[...It's hard to tell if he likes this thing or not. Seeing as he's feeding it, most signs probably point to yes? Who knows with him.]
[II. Okay, Maybe Not Only About Lorbies.]
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[Beat.]
...Frankly, I almost adore it.
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Bucky Barnes | OTA
[He hasn’t been the adventurous type in a long time, but Bucky can’t help being a little excited about it just the same. A plant sheep by his side, he manages to look faintly ridiculous.]
What do you think?
[Whether or not the sheep can understand him is up for debate, but it does bleat at him like it does. Or maybe it’s just responding to his voice. Either way, the sheep is good enough at following him that it probably doesn’t matter too much.
The sheep is the one who notices the tremble first, letting out an alarmed bellow as it runs off, Bucky following it close by.]
Where are you going?!
[The pile of rubble that lands no more than a yard behind him a moment later is the only answer he gets, staring at it in alarm.]
Shit, that was close.
[Anyone nearby him will get approached soon after.]
You okay?
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[Striking out on his own might not be the best thing in the world for him to do, considering he has his fist and nothing else. Sure, he probably could find some sort of weapon, as actively using the arm as anything but an arm does make him faintly uncomfortable.
Still, he’s been here before. Last time, all he found was some strange fruit, which is why he’s at one of the plants, picking a few of the fruit curiously, checking for ripeness with his left hand, and looking satisfied with what he feels, placing some of them in a crudely fashioned bag.
He hears the rustling almost as soon as it starts, ever-so-slightly too low for someone without enhanced hearing to notice, jumping into a fighting stance just as a… furry snake… falls from one of the branches, rearing up like a cobra.]
Easy… easy…
[By the unholy shriek it sounds in response, it’s not exactly keen on listening to him.
Help?]
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stay acting brave
He's out here on a mission to attempt to befriend them and he has sliced fruit prepared for that very task, so running into Bucky (and more importantly, a fursnake) is definitely a good thing.]
Ah, good afternoon! Are you having fun?
[..."fun" is probably not the word most people would use to describe this situation...]
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[It seems as though they only just finished recovering from the first earthquake, and now there is a second, much worse one.
Everything was not even fully repaired. But here's Asgore in the Roaka village again, lifting rocks and working to unearth homes and the people in them. His magic is not a lot of help here, except where healing might be necessary, but he's big and strong. It's good enough.]
Try to remain calm. I will get you out soon.
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[But his strength wanes faster on the islands, or else he has grown softer over the years. Regardless, eventually Asgore does wear himself out.
It's not as though he's the only person around capable of doing the heavy lifting. He's just one person among many here. Still, he feels guilty about sitting down while the rescue efforts are ongoing, so he takes a quick trip to his home and returns with a bowl of lightly roasted fruit slices, which he'll offer to anyone looking too run down - and who can eat, since not everyone does.]
Would you like a bite to eat? I have treated them with magic, so it will make you feel better.
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Need some help?
[Some of the bigger rocks are too much for Bucky, but he's still able to pick up one that's much heavier than a man his size would normally be able to pick up on his own.]
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closed to the Nein Hut
Yeah, the sun's just about finished yawning by the time she's already heading back home. Everyone missed this, surely.
However, it's not Jester's beautiful, charming, extremely attractive voice that heralds her arrival.
No. It's the scream of a lorby. A shriek like a siren. A call like a fax tone. A cry like a bass-boosted lynx.
Jester's shoved a bunch of leaves in her ears.]
HEY! GUESS WHAT I FOUND EVERYBODY!
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Yasha wakes with a start, accidentally elbowing Molly in the small of his back in her haste to get up. It sounds like something is being murdered, and apparently Jester is bringing that right into their home; the high-pitched shriek reaches a crescendo as she makes it out into the common area, her sword drawn.)
What?? What is it?
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