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Entry tags:
- final fantasy ix: zidane tribal,
- final fantasy xiv: castor westmoore,
- final fantasy xv: ignis scientia,
- fragile dreams: ren,
- hyper light drifter: the drifter,
- marble hornets: tim wright,
- marvel: bucky barnes,
- mass effect: commander shepard,
- original: chip abaroa,
- original: erika fisher,
- pokemon sun & moon: guzma,
- red vs. blue: agent washington,
- red vs. blue: leonard church (alpha),
- tales of vesperia: alexei dinoia,
- the good place: michael,
- undertale: asgore dreemurr,
- voltron: keith kogane,
- ✖ blue exorcist: rin okumura,
- ✖ critical role: jester lavorre,
- ✖ ffxiv: alisaie leveilleur,
- ✖ fullmetal alchemist: edward elric,
- ✖ good omens: aziraphale,
- ✖ good omens: crowley,
- ✖ macross delta: mikumo guynemer,
- ✖ nier automata: 2b,
- ✖ okami: amaterasu,
- ✖ primordia: horatio nullbuilt,
- ✖ red vs. blue: agent carolina,
- ✖ red vs. blue: agent texas,
- ✖ tangled: varian,
- ✖ the umbrella academy: klaus hargreeves
August Intro: These Days Are Feeling Dark
INTRO LOG: AUGUST
Who: New arrivals, and you!
What: New souls arrive to the archipelago of LifeAftr
When: August 4th and onward
Where: Primarily Nastrandir
Warnings: Mark as needed!
What: New souls arrive to the archipelago of LifeAftr
When: August 4th and onward
Where: Primarily Nastrandir
Warnings: Mark as needed!
Our lucky new adventurers join the archipelago on a new chapter of our journey, with the new island of Nastrandir playing host to their arrival. With the events of last month leaving many questions in those more settled in LifeAftr, all will find they soon have…other things to think about.
New arrivals may awake at either of the locations listed below. Or they may wander!
A4: Show Me Distraction
In comparison to the warm welcome characters experienced on Io, the land of Nastrindir is not at all promising. The strip of coast hosting the mana pool is a scoop of rock and cliff, and rather unforgiving. To the east, however, it looks as though nearby wetlands leave the horizon lost in a foggy haze. The mana pool is generally a comforting, reliable constant on any island...generally. There looks to be something wrong with this one. The rocks surrounding it are blackened, various spots across their surface almost glass-like under the summer sun. After a brief inspection, most will probably gather that the pool has been set on fire in times past.
More annoying still is the tampering that's occured within the pool. The pool is partially obstructed, due to a blockage of tumbled rocks and boulders that seem to have fallen from the surrounding rocky landscape and toppled into the raised plinth. The choking of the mana water will make return trips to Ensō…inconvenient, to say the least. The rocks are an annoyance that will need to be removed before anyone will be travelling anywhere.
It might feel, to the particularly wary or those prone to paranoia, like these statues are watching you. Like they're representative of something else that might have its eye on you, even now.
Or they might not! It could be all in your head. What's way more important is the local flora in the vicinity. The parts of the land that have soil are currently host to some delightful plants that are known, colloquially, as candyplants. And, yes - they're exactly what they sound like.
While candyplants are somewhat less sugary than their real candy equivalents, it's still not recommended that you gorge on them overmuch. They're probably pretty bad for your teeth, if you have any. Candyplants do keep for quite some time, though - particularly if dried, packed in jars, or otherwise preserved.
Candyplants grow in temperate areas near quantities of fresh water - which Nastrandir has in abundance. Most of them grow in shaded, open areas along the ground, like melons; plants that bear smaller candyfruits may instead behave like grapes and other climbing vines, especially when they would be otherwise crowded out by other ground plants. The plants and fruits are quite harmless, though the sweet, sugary smell that tends to linger around areas of rampant growth during hot weather can cause one hell of migraine.
B4: Snakes Are Biting at My Heels
Those who arrive a little ways away from the mana pool or find themselves daring enough to start exploring will end up on the B4 square, which is closer to the swampy environment more characteristic of Nastrandir's inland. The further east one progresses, the wetter and softer the ground underfoot will get, until you're slogging thigh-deep in freshwater algae and muck. It's pretty dirty work, but it's probably more advisable that you go roaming into the wetlands rather than sticking around in the rockier regions. - especially because those regions happen to be occupied.
That feeling of paranoia that may or may not have settled on the back of your neck on A4 will turn out to be justified. Flickers of motion in the corner of your eye, the sensation of something watching you, the clattering of pebbles and rocks sliding down the sloping inclines on Nastrandir's craggy landscape - all signs indicative that something else frequents this region.
And something does. Something large, scaly, and very hungry.
With thick, scaly hides, large jaws, and venomous teeth, the rocobra is deadly fast despite its significant bulk. Even at their smallest, the rocobra is often as thick as a tree trunk in girth, and can range from thirty to sixty feet in length. Rocobra specialize in draping themselves in a circle, concealing themselves among their surroundings, and waiting for unsuspecting prey to wander somewhere in their coils before drawing tight around them to constrict them into a slow and painful death, so they might be devoured.
The good news is that rocobra only ever hunt and live in solitude; it is highly unlikely you'll find more than one in any one area. Most cannot spit venom, but can deal a paralyzing strike with massive fangs that are just as likely to impale you as they are to poison you. The good news is that they do have a weakness, and that weakness is numbers - when there is more than one target for the rocobra to focus on, it can get hopelessly confused over who it should be striking first, and can be easily distracted and led along by a well-coordinated team or pair. It's advised that you strike it at the mouth, if possible, as those scales can be awfully hard to penetrate.
While the danger rocobra present is very real, that doesn't mean they're completely useless. Rocobra can potentially be harvested for venom, meat, or their tough, scaly hides.
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 )
crowley 🐍 ota
[Maybe Crowley's been here a little while, maybe he just arrived. There's a raft somewhere nearby, at least, and a knapsack by his side that he seems to have haphazardly gone through at some point, judging by the fact some of its contents haven't been returned to the bag. It's the rubbing alcohol that's still out. He's spent the last twenty minutes contemplating just how bad it might taste if he were to drink it.
Something feels deeply off, and of course his natural reaction to that is to drink about it. He should probably try to keep his wits about him, though.
He's laying on a rock at the moment, he's jacket off and folded under his head, as he speaks to the sky.]
If you're mad about the apocalypse thing, I would've taken another dive into some sulfur over this. At least that makes sense, you know? Old fashioned, classic, you're a big fan of classic, especially when it comes to smiting —
[This is a one sided conversation, and he's not expecting company.
He got the spiel from the Storyteller but also like — clearly this is God's doing, so he's just trying to have a word about it. Shame the Almighty never listens.]
ii. doesn't candy rot your teeth
[Eventually, at some point, he gives up on the whole lounging-about-the-mana-pool business, if only because when he breathes in real deep and focuses, he can feel angel somewhere nearby, and he has to go searching for it. If it's Gabriel and this really is some trick of Heaven, he's going to lose his fucking mind, but hopefully it's Aziraphale.
The plants draw his attention when he finds them. They're nothing he's seen before, and he thinks he may have seen every single plant over the course of his existence, none of them bear an array of fruit like this. He plucks something that's vaguely lemon shaped and pulls it apart with his hands, getting into the meat of it, leaving sticky residue on his hands. Almost cautiously, he licks some off his thumb, nose wrinkling at the over-sweetness of it.
Softly, but with feeling:] What the fuck.
iii. is it hot in here or is it just me?
[Here's the thing, Crowley felt something off, sure, and he's noticed that he couldn't just wish himself home the way he normally would, but he's so unused to the concept of a physical body with needs that it doesn't occur to him he has to look after it.
Also, he might be lost. He took a wrong turn somewhere, clearly, and things are getting worryingly swampy. He's never been a fan of swamps. Too damp.
This combination of factors leaves him irritable and hot and uncomfortable. It's made him sticky, a sensation he can't remember the last time he had to endure. His heart is beating too fast. He feels sort of hungover, too, which is unfair when he stopped drinking champagne only a few hours ago, and it hadn't been that much, anyway. Aziraphale had gotten into most of it.
The picture: a demon, jacket, waistcoat and tie shoved into his knapsack, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, red hair plastered to his forehead, face flushed. His sunglasses keep trying to slip off his nose and he has to keep pushing them back up. Overall, it's not great, his vanity balks at it, even if he doesn't have a mirror on hand to tell for certain how rubbish he must look right now. If everything weren't so off, he'd turn into the serpent and be done with it. But what if he changes and can't change back? What if he gets stuck like that, here, so far away from home?
Best not to contemplate it. Best to just have a sit down on a fallen tree, just for a few minutes. Or hours.
It's a waste of a miracle to summon himself a bottle of ice cold water but he does it anyway, pressing the cool metal of it to his face before he hastily drinks down the water inside. It helps, but he's still not ready to move. He lives here now. It's fine.]
iii.
For this reason she decides to keep an eye out for new arrivals who may need help. She sees Crowley from a distance, stumbling his way through the swampland, and she's just coming up to him when he stops to drink out of his...canteen? Did he have that a second ago? Ah well, no matter. She finishes her approach and stands next to him. ]
You doing all right?
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The swamp is disgustingly sticky. But Michael is used to wearing a full business suit in the flames of Hell, not to mention the humidity of Florida. Once he learned about hydrating his dumb body, he got right back to normal there. He's more than alert enough to notice the feeling of another demon in the area, once he's gone far enough. It's funny to feel it again, after so long around none of his own kind. Also, you know, terrifying.
What should he do? It's not the death sentence it once would've been; presumably the other demon's powers have also been reduced. If they want to torment and murder the local mortals, at least they'll have to put some effort into it. But Michael can't let that happen. This is his kind, and his responsibility. He needs to intervene before anyone gets hurt.
So he goes deeper into the swamp, following the signs only he can see. He doesn't bother trying to move silently. Most likely, whoever this is already knows that they're not alone.]
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i.
It's true that she may have mellowed out a little in her short-lived retirement before coming here, twice, apparently, not that she actually recalled leaving the first time. But something new means something to explore and keeps her mind, and her body, busy. Like usual, she is in that light blue armour, mindful that this is, so far, apparently an unexplored place.
His voice does carry, and it's curiosity mixed with the fact that she had been heading in that direction anyway that has Carolina moving forward. Is he talking to himself? In this place, one never knows...]
If you're trying to get the Storyteller's attention, you're going to be out here for a long time.
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Growing up during the Depression meant that Bucky never really gained a sweet tooth. The sweets around these days are just too gross for him, even the coffee when he was living in Romania was much too sweet.
It's why he's avoided the candyplants, because as tempting as they are... the idea just sounds a little too gross.]
Does it taste as strange as it sounds?
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It's the mumbling that catches Jester's attention, an unfamiliar voice. She follows the sound of it, and catches the tail end of it.
She looks over the (apparent) human and his surroundings, hands clasped behind her back neatly.]
Did you piss off your god?
[I mean, it seems obvious enough. Talking to the Traveler is mostly what she's doing when she's talking into the air like that, and like, gods generally only do smiting and such when they're really really mad.]
SHE'S HERE
will smith pose
someone should follow her around 24/7 to do that
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She stands next to his little rock, taking note of the sack and the raft. She eyes the rubbing alcohol for a moment but decides, for now, not to say anything about it.]
I don't think they can hear us, here. The only gods I have spoken with are the ones who are native to this world.
[She lets out a small sigh.]
Doesn't stop me from hoping that somehow they'll hear though.
[She has absolutely no idea if he's talking about the same God she is, but the sentiment remains the same.]
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[Normal ways to announce your presence to strangers.
Erika strides up to take a closer look at those fruits; she's encountered a couple of these as she's been wandering around the island, but not this specific kind. Not that she expects them to be much difference from any of the others.]
Can't fuckin' wait for all the kids here to start usin' these technically being fruit as an excuse to get sick off 'em.
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saunters in like a week late for ii
It's part of why Crowley's indignation is so, so relateable, and without even paying real attention to who he's talking to, he responds.]
Well that is certainly a mood if I've ever heard one.
["softly, but with feeling: what the fuck" could be the title of his autobiography, truly.]
its him...... kravtiz adventurezone
its him..... crowley gomens
excuse you he has a first name he picked it himself
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aziraphale 😇 ota
walks into a barshows up in a new plane of existence, and —[The only thing keeping Aziraphale from unbridled panic is the fact that a rather adorable, large rabbit kindly took the time to explain to him what, exactly, is (supposedly) happening. That it made no sense to the angel is neither here nor there, because, you see, he is also quite drunk.
Astonishingly drunk, even. He can't remember ever feeling this sloshed. It seems to have intensified upon his arrival here, wherever this is, which is strange. In fact, a lot feels strange.
Aziraphale finds himself seated heavily on one of the rocks near what he assumes must be one of those "mana pools" the rabbit had spoken of, but rather than examine the pool, or the rocks, or anything about his surroundings, he's staring at his hand. His fingers are tingling in a way that suggests they've fallen asleep; he frowns, tries to snap himself a miracle. Nothing happens.
That's a worry.
Fuzzily, he looks up. Blinks. Thinks: Right. Thinks: Focus. New place. New world, potentially, however the Hell that happened. Maybe it was God. Maybe it was Adam. Maybe a combination of the two forces. Could be, couldn't it? After the past week, anything seems possible.
Aziraphale tilts his head back to examine the sky, to regard the clouds as if studying them, and —
Falls backwards instead.
And decides, wisely, to stay where he is until he sobers up some.
He's nearly asleep by the time he hears footsteps approaching, at which point he makes a quiet gurgling sound, and stirs, and realizes he doesn't feel much better than he did when he unceremoniously laid down. That, too, is a worry. He shields his face from the sun, realizing his cheeks feel strangely hot, and says:] 'Scuse me — a moment of your time, if you will, good... [He squints against the glare of light from above, unable to make out the shape of the nearby figure.] Sir or madam or... creature...?
b. stupid is as stupid does
[Somehow, at some point, Aziraphale finds himself alone again.
But not quite.
He sees scales, and his first thought is a relieved one: Ah. Crowley. Come to save him again, just as it should be. Except —
Except the colors of the thing are all wrong, not to mention its size, and its eyes, and oh, he thinks, okay. This is bad, actually. This is very bad. He stares at the snake, and the snake stares back, and Aziraphale manages a terrified, wavering smile, with one hand held out in an easy now sort of gesture.]
H-hello, d...ear... let's — let's just take a moment, shall we, and I'll excuse myself, so sorry to have bothered you —
[The snake darts at him.
In a panic, Aziraphale teleports out of its way. He lands some fifty feet away — far enough, in his estimation, to allow himself time for a breath, but —
But the snake is terrifyingly quick, and Aziraphale has to take off running.]
Shit shit shit shit shit shit — !
a
His steps slow, but don't quite stop. Thinking about it, he guesses he doesn't exactly hate angels. He hates their system, he hates their stupid council and their committees, and he thinks most of them must be, at best, complacent and hypocritical. But on an individual level? One lone angel probably isn't a threat. It's not like they're demons.
Whatever his beef with their organization, he doesn't really have any moral grounds for leaving one lying on...well, the ground. Especially when the angel actually calls out. Michael approaches cautiously, and is wary enough to stand over the fallen angel rather than kneel beside him. He expects they can both tell what the other is, so who knows how this will go?]
It's "sir". [SIR TO YOU. Ah, he shouldn't burn the new guy. Not without provocation.] What is it?
y E S
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[In the whole of Chip's time on Enso (or their life back home, honestly), they've not yet met an out-and-out angel. Oh, they've met plenty of white-aligned creatures, made friends with a few, but all of them were mixed with at least a bit of something else. They've never seen anyone so blindingly, powerfully angelic before, and all they can think of is all the stories they heard in church about the hands of God smiting down the sinful and unholy.]
[A part-demon little thing like them is probably just an afternoon snack.]
[Wait, did the angel say something?]
I-I'm sorry.
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w e l p
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omG
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saunters in like two weeks late for b!
fingerguns!
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Zidane Tribal | OTA
[Well, someone is trying to do something about those rocks blocking the mana pool. Zidane thought the first thing to do before he does any exploring is to clear some out of the way. Those statues are kind of creepy and a part of him is on guard in case they do actually come alive. So far, they are doing nothing, touch wood.
In the meantime, you might want to help him clear the rocks. Or not if you are a selfish jerk who just wants to stand there chilling out.]
Candyfruits
[Wait, is that candy grown on plants? Zidane tries to pull the grape candy thing off and, as it turns out, he pulls it off just like he’d pull off a normal grape. Strange.
And a little suspicious too. It could be poisonous. And that is why he cuts a tiny piece off and tastes it before you can. Which might not be a smart thing to do but he’d rather be the guinea pig to test it out than let someone else get violently ill in his placed.]
Huh…..just tastes like plain old grape candy. [But he doesn’t feel sick……at least not yet, anyway.]
Kinda too sugary for my tastes, either way. It seems pretty harmless so far, though? [Or at least he hopes so.]
Rockabra
[Are you exploring the mountains? Have you found out that seemingly harmless-looking bunch of rocks actually isn’t a bunch of rocks at all and actually a bunch of rocks and in reality a giant sixty feet fucking snake thing? And is said snake thing about to lunge at you?
Well, never fear, someone is here to help. In fact, Zidane jumps in and pushes you right out of the way as the rockabra tries to bite you, just avoiding the bite himself.
A couple of seconds later, Zidane pushes himself up.] Man, that was close! You all right?
[Those who have a few CR encounters with Zidane already and have not too negative CR (ask if you’re not sure) might see him suddenly glowing pink. As he turns to face the monster, he is suddenly engulfed in a light before reappearing and glowing completely pink and covered in fur.
And he’s ready to unleash some powers because nobody messes with his friends.]
Mana pools
Let’s focus on one side then the other. It will go faster. [Even his voice has something flat to it. He sighs, and calls over his shoulder. The massive blue furred shape of his wolf joins them and dips his muzzle into the waters to lift out smaller rocks.]
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Alexei | OTA
[...Well.
Alexei can't say he's expecting to be here, but he's still kind of in the general mindset of being pleasantly surprised to be anywhere; that said, he has the dubious honor of this being the second time that he's shown up here - maybe not this island specifically, but he recognizes enough of the setup (the weird dreams, the general dampness, the sword nearby, the...godforsaken embroidered bag) to know exactly where he's ended up.]
So it's this again...
[When he gets up he's quick to check the inside of the bag like he's expecting something that isn't supplies in there (not that he's complaining about the supplies, but...) before standing up and resheathing his fuckoff sword at his side.
The fuckoff sword is thankfully not broken and debatably thankfully still has an Entelexeia's soul in it, as is evidenced by the fact that it works at all. Small favors.
Anyway, he's dressed like an escapee from Ren Faire and he isn't hesitating in approaching people.]
How long have we been here? Or is this one of those places we're all experiencing for the first time?
[ii.]
[Today is a really awkward day at best right now. His idiot subordinate isn't anywhere that Alexei can find him, his other idiot subordinate hasn't even had the decorum to show up in a vision or something to make things awkward, he hasn't located the kid he'd had the weird dream about, and he doesn't even know where his incompetent pile of feathers and fur that likes to call itself a snake is.
Again, awkward day.
But then there's movement, and there's quite a lot of it and it's rather large and it's not his snake but it sure is a snake, and as he draws his sword the phrase "oh, come on" has never been so obvious in one that isn't directly saying it.
What he does say is decidedly more aggressive, when he settles on something to say.]
Apocalypse Toll!
[It barely leaves him before he's making the questionable life choice of jumping at this thing to launch a handful of crimson flame at the snake's face; he's no sooner landed than he is immediately retreating, and if you're there... ]
I would suggest moving, that creature won't be happy when that explodes-
ii
The feather snake headed right for them isn't something he wants to stick around to see it get even more pissed off.]
Sounds like the reunion's gotta wait.
[Bucky is absolutely not sticking around.]
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alisaie leveilleur | ota
[Her awakening had been jarring and yet in comparison to the last time she awoke in a new world it had been much more tame. For one she still had her clothes on so already things were looking up. A good thing for that too as she appears to have been dropped in the middle of some wilderness rather than in a room.
After wandering for a bit dragging this heavy knapsack with her name on it, observing the mana pool—what is it, anyway?—and getting a bit creeped out by the statue she stumbles upon the candyplants. In particular a vine of what appear to be grapes but... they're different colors. Bright pinks, blues, purples and greens all line the vine that winds up the side of this tree. They’re an unusual sight so they catch Alisaie’s attention right away.
The sweet smell is irresistible and makes her intensely curious. She’s well known among her friends and family for her sweet tooth so this seems perfect… although maybe eating off of strange plants is a bad idea.
She sees you near by and catches your attention with a question,]
Do you know what these plants are?
ii. snake
[Near the outskirts of the swamps on the eastern end one can find quite a sight. Although there are still thick trees here towering over the landscape they are spread out enough that one can easily move between them. What will draw your attention, should you be coming this way, is the rather large and rather dead serpent coiled along the ground. Comparatively it's one of the smaller rocobras but it's certainly no easy feat to fell one.
Beside it is a girl of small stature who manages to look even smaller compared to this monster. She's dubbed over with her hands on her knees, clearly winded and trying to catch her breath. A rapier lays at her feet as if it was hastily dropped in her need to recover. Signs of the fight are obvious to the observant--she's a bit roughed up with some minor cuts and bruises and the grass and dirt around the scene have been tossed about. There's even a tree or two bearing damage on its trunk--notable burn damage as if lightning struck it.]
Seven hells... [she grumbles out loud,] Where have I been dragged to this time?
iii. ruins
[Should you be exploring the ruins you will find Alisaie here.
There’s a small structure that looks like it was once a building of some sort. Impressively it remains more intact than most of the stones around including a nearly complete roof. This tiny elezen girl is perched on said roof, tittering dangerously close to the edge to peer out at the horizon. She wants to see what she can from here. Just how big is this place? The building looks terribly unstable though.
In fact there’s a noise of some kind at the base of the structure, like a crack of something snapping in two. You’ll hear it since you’re near by but it doesn’t appear that she does...]
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But no, this really is Alisaie in her grasp, though in clothes that Castor doesn't quite recognize, and it's not until they're both away from the edge that had crumbled away barely a second later does Castor set her down, settling big hands on her small shoulders ].
Lass, How many times've I told ye te keep away from the edges of things?!
[ There's a distinctly Gyr Abanian drawl to her words, and her face betrays a war of concern and relief at seeing a familiar face. ]
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tim wright | ota | i'll match your formatting
[If he's not doing that, then he's wordlessly shoving large sticks into the pool, underneath the tumble of rocks that have fallen into it, and using it to slowly lever each stone out from the liquid.]
[If no one's gonna clean this place up, then Tim will do it himself.]
[Once the pool's squared away, Tim starts fanning out. He's not unarmed, at least; he's got a spear in one hand and there's an axe strapped to his pack and a mess of knives in his pockets besides. Still, he's not necessarily the best guy to have on your side in a fight. Tim only has two strategies and the first involves stabbing someone while crying while the second is more or less just him setting things on fire.]
[The worse news is that Tim's already prone to paranoia. Something in the corner of his eyes. Something behind him. It's usually easy enough to shove those feelings down precisely because he knows that they're not real, not really, they're just him doing his damnedest to adjust and failing, but this time it isn't working.]
[A quiet trickle of gravel runs down one of the rocky slopes, and Tim tenses. Turns slowly. The rocobra blends in well with the rock - he can't pick it out from the scenery.]
[But he can tell something's there. Call it a reflex, refined after too many years paying close attention to when something was or was not behind him.]
If someone's there, you'd better come out. [His grip on his spear is slipping, and he adjusts it with a grimace.] Seriously, come out.
[The rocobra, of course, doesn't have a response.]
[It's waiting for him to turn around.]
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Geez, what a mess. Gotta wonder how long it's been like this.
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[closed] for catpiper
Fortunately he already had a project in mind, and one doesn't have to wander too deep into the wetlands to start finding plenty of plants like the book had described. Here in the outer regions his old clothes and heavy boots, and a good sturdy stick to jab into the ground every so often, should be protection enough from any surprises in the terrain, and so he gets right to work.
This is where he can be found: a slightly ragged figure dressed in brown and faded green, kneeling every so often to peer out from under his hood, examining various bits of grass and other old growth between his fingers. It's all still so strange...but fortunately he was able to take some notes before coming out here. He'll figure this out. Probably.
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Well, she's on her guard, is the thing. Ready to run back towards the mana pool at the slightest prompt and taking cover in whatever underbrush she can on her way to find more plants. Her bag is stuffed with so candy flavored fruits that it's making a lot of noise. Which isn't great. She actually hates that, but she can't abandon her bag and while this is a little problem in the grand scheme of things, it's what causes her to stand up from her hiding place.
And she can see a figure in the marsh. One she doesn't recognize from behind, so she watches them quietly, noting the way he's eyeing the grass and helpfully says-"You can't eat that kind. That grass doesn't taste like candy."
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Mikumo Guynemer ♫ OTA
[The rocky, unforgiving coastline that the mana pool sits next to is as different from the soft white sand beaches of Ragna as Mikumo is from someone like Bogue Con-Vaart of Windermere. It reminds her a bit of being on... Voldor, what with all the plant life around her. She reaches up to make sure she doesn't have cat ears on her head or the stripes on her face that she wore on that planet.
When she can't find them, she puts her hand in front of her face and speaks directly into her nails.]
Delta Flight, are you there? Major Johnson? [No response is coming in and the long-haired woman frowns.] Kaname? Is anyone around?
[Annoyed, Mikumo gives up and tries to activate the holographic projections of her battle outfit. Walking around with nude colored clothes isn't exactly her idea of a good time, but she's still covered. Not... that that bothers her either. She's walked around Ragna (where she's rather well-known) in the buff, and her current clothes cover everything just fine. Except, the thing doesn't power up any more than her tech nails. Or her microphone.
Nothing is working and she can't reach her group or any part of Xaos. This is bad. This is really bad. Where the hell is she that none of her tech is responding? It's the best tech in the damn system. She hasn't noticed the pack with her name on it yet.
Looking around, she sees the statues, the pool, the rocks and the swamp ahead, and none of it is familiar. None. Of. It.]
Have I been kidnapped again? I'd rather this not become a pattern.
2. Statues
[Because Mikumo is a grown up, she goes and stands in front of the creepy statues everywhere and stares down at them with a scowl.]
What are you looking at? I normally charge for that, you know.
[She doesn't, but it's something she's heard Makina say before and it seems appropriate.]
3. Candyplants
[After she's tired of playing chicken with the statues everywhere, Mikumo sighs heavily. Her stomach has started growling loudly and she can't really remember the last time she had anything to eat.]
Before I was captured?
[Her voice is a bit of a bitter mutter as she moves towards the patches of flora away from the coast. The bright colors of the flowers remind her of...jackfruit?]
Please be edible!
[She's not wasting time as she pulls the plants up and starts chomping on it like she hasn't eaten in ages. Don't judge her.]
4. Wildcard
[Wanna fight the giant snake? Wanna have the idol help you do something? I'm down. Hit me up on plurk at
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But watching them never gets old.
And watch she does, from her little section in the candyflower grove, as she pulls different looking 'fruits' from the vine to shove straight into her bag. All it took was a single bite of this weird stuff for her to just decide, yes, she's going to hoard it. As much as she can. ]
It tastes very good-it's okay. You can eat it.
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varian 🜛 ota
[So Varian's got the basic gist here. Or, well, what that rabbit told him anyhow. The Storyteller. Heck of a title, if you ask him. So he has his basic explanation down. He knows what these Mana Pools are for.
That doesn't mean his curiosity is at all sated. Really, is it ever? So! He's at the edge of the pool, peering into it. A chubby raccoon on his shoulder, also looking curious.]
I mean, obviously not normal water, that's clear. But the composition... Is it normal water that's been changed or a completely different substance from the start? [Varian hops away, moving over to the toppled over statue and leaning onto it.] Don't suppose you've got any ideas, huh, big guy?
ii. candygram
[It's Ruddiger, his raccoon pet, that finds the candyplants first. He's a hungry little critter, so of course he's getting to foraging right away. In fact, he's just pulled off a fruit from the vine, inches away from biting it, before Varian snatches it away.]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, okay. Maybe let's not eat anything we don't know anything about. We don't know if these are poison. [Though he carefully brings the fruit up to his face, taking a wary sniff.] Very... very sweet smelling poison, woo, what's in this stuff?
[Ruddiger just squeaks unhappily. He was gonna eat that!]
iii. snake in the rocks
[The problem isn't that Varian isn't paying attention. He is.
The problem is he's paying too much attention. Missing the forest for the bark of one of the trees. That is to say, he's definitely noticed something's off about the environment. Currently, he's inspecting what appears to be a strange rock formation.]
Is it... changing?
[It's shifting. Moving, rather. That'd be the Rocobra getting started on coiling around this new prey.]
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She rides on Guzma's shoulder, hanging on easily, almost like a grotesque backpack, and she's the one who notices the, uh...fly caught in a rocky web. Yikes. Clicking her fangs and tugging on her Trainer's jacket with one o her back legs to get his attention, she points to the idiot boy.]
Wha--...oh, for the love of-- [Guzma rubs his face, frowning and grumbling something under his breath about "stupid newbies" before he bites his lower lip and tries to think of what he should do. Yelling will tip off the obvious predator - some kind of...worm? Maybe?? He can't tell from his position. Still, i he shouts, or tries to get idiot boy's attention, the whatever-it-is might just strike then and there. He hums thoughtfully, looking between Varian, the cliffside, and Ariados. He does a few mental calculations, clicking his tongue as he goes, and turns to her.]
THink you can pull the numskull over? Can y'reach? [She does the same, squinting her eyes, then droops a bit.] Dang... Welp, nothing to it but to do it.
HEY, STUPID!!
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2B || OTA (spoilers for the first prompt my dudes!)
[The virus is gone.
She's run diagnostics several times over, and the result remains the same. Functionality at 100%. Nil internal damage. Nil external damage. Nil damage. How that's even possible... the answer eludes her. She should be offline. She was offline- dead, for definitions of the word.
There's no time to sit and ponder the matter. Once she's conscious, 2B is up. Climbing across the rocky ground close by the manapool, she's hindered only by the weapons in her hands- a shorter blade with a haphazardly crafted sheith of cloth tying it to her waist, and a much... larger sword and axe, dragging across the ground behind her.]
9S! Pod!
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...A2?
[Also no response. Even with her eyes obscured by the blindfold neatly tied over them, 2B still exhibits one very strong sense of frustration.
One that is eventually carried over to curt attempts at conversation, to whoever gets close enough to talk to.]
You. Where are we?
ii. B4 || don't you dare close your eyes
[Most of the functions of her visor are gone, but she's thankful for what remains- her Map HUB is still intact, providing at least a basic outline of the area as she ventures further inland. She won't become lost anytime soon, regardless of how unfamiliar the landscape may be- a small blessing, but one she'll take full advantage of.
The second HUD still working is for sound waves. It's never been the most useful- most enemies are seen well before 2B has ever required reliance on other senses, but this world is different in many ways.
Relying on sight isn't what stops her from walking straight into the path of one large, beastly serpent, the erratic shifting of the wavelengths her only indication to step back before it launches at her.
It misses her by scant inches. The two swords she's been lugging around go down with a clatter, the small, seemingly ill-dressed woman hefting up an axe that's nearly her superior in height.
Running? Perish the thought. As the snake coils on itself, head-turning to hiss at her, 2B is-- running straight at it. A smart move, well thought out, and clearly the wisest option.
Yep. No problems here.]
B4
As the snake hisses and she charges, he throws his knife aiming for just behind the head. The knife transforms in mid-flight into a sword with its speed intact.
Keith draws his Bayard letting it become a sword as he waits. Whether the sword gets its target or not. He charges in from the side, blade low to let him build up speed. At least help hadn’t been far away.]
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HECK WHY NOT
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oh Ed please.
gotta meet his shithead quota for the day!!!
probably better not to do it with a lady who's got a giant axe, maybe???
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A4 / slams in a thousand years late
Closed to Church - C3 Exploration on 8/7
Now, he rather wishes he had not been quite so eager to head out. Mud baths might be all the rage for skin care, but he's fairly certain this is not the kind of mud they would be using. Leo seems to be having fun at least, but Ignis can only wince at the thought of how long it will take to clean up the tigerlily before he can be allowed back inside.
Astrals, he can't even imagine how long it will take to clean himself up before he will be allowed back inside. Ardyn is going to laugh so hard at him. He's definitely going to have to drag the redhead out here next.
In the meantime, he turns an apologetic look in his current companion's direction.]
Nothing like a mud bath to start the day. How are you fairing?
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Honestly, I'm a little shocked I don't have to carry him, but whatever makes him happy.
Youuuuuuu want me to carry you?
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ASGORE | OTA
[As usual, Asgore immediately begins checking out the native flora as soon as he finds himself on a new island.
These are exciting! It's like no bushes he's ever seen before, and the fruits are very unusual. Of course, they could be poisonous, but Asgore has long since given up any pretense of avoiding poisonous plants. Only one way to find out, right? He'd just come back to life anyway.
Popping a candy into his mouth, his lip curls a little in surprise.]
Oh, my. That is very sweet.
ii. uggggggGGGGGHHH
[Asgore usually tolerates the tropical heat well enough, but it is very sticky out here! He might not sweat like a human, but his fur is certainly starting to frizz in a weird, cloudy way. He sorta hates it?
He only made it a little way into the swamp before finding a rock to sit on while he drinks a little water. Boy, this place is gross.]
iii. catastrophe (for tim)
[When they started out from the mana pool, they seemed to be following the line of the island's mountains. That worked well enough for Asgore; he enjoys forests, himself, but he's quite familiar with mountains. It makes sense for somebody who knows them well to explore them first.
Tim - well, he doesn't really know about Tim's feelings. He actually thinks that Tim must be relieved when the rocky terrain gives way to something more even, and they find themselves entering a wooded area.]
I suppose this is a bit of a valley. It looks as though there is another mountain that way.
[He nods towards it. Maybe that could be a decent goal.]
LET'S SUFFER LET'S DO IT
[Woodland. Fucking great. He's less on edge than he used to be, thanks to living off the coast of Ensō for two years now. Having to make his way through jungles and forests and god knows what else just to get by has been a necessity, but it still doesn't make this terrain his fucking favorite to deal with.]
[He doesn't look happy about it. But Tim never looks happy.]
[Still, he feels for something in his pack, and withdraws a hatchet, just to be safe. That'll do.]
Let's move for that, yeah. Better than this.
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Closed to Carolina
She starts noticing the swampiness of the ground before she notices any of the creatures that might be lurking within. It's soft muck here, and she doesn't enjoy the fact that the mud is getting all over her armor as she persists in stepping along and making her way through the place. It's coating the boots in thick globs and various flecks have splashed on other parts. Tex is not the most vain person about her armor, but she does like to keep it in tip-top shape. This makes it hard.
Besides, it's not like she can easily get a replacement.
She notices a shape moving nearby long before she registers what kind of creature it is. She turns, immediately in a defensive posture, ready to fight. Soon enough she realizes this is definitely not enough and, considering the proximity of the animal, she pulls out her knife rather than selecting her pistol. ]
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It would need work, this place, as she had noted the state of the pool as well before setting out. She'd met a few people along the way, aided as needed before ducking out, so to speak. She would never receive a miss congeniality award, and she's more than fine with that fact.
It is a fairly broad area, that much has become clear, and Carolina does debate that. Yet today she had just planned for a quick recon, or as quick as it can be, before deciding what to do next. No doubt the others would be exploring, or some of them anyway. Maine may well be working on his gym.
There is something that does put her on edge, but that is also a typical state of being with her. Relaxing is hard pressed to be in her vocabulary, and even retirement had been a struggle for her. It is a commotion that does finally catch her attention, drawing Carolina closer towards it.]
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Closed to Ardyn - A2 Exploration on 8/9
[Though he can't see the large ships that are apparently wrecked along this stretch of the coast, Ignis still looks in their direction as he waits for Ardyn's reply. Things have been found in wreckage before, but by the sound of it, these have been here long enough that the waves have likely washed away anything of use.]
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[Ardyn frowned slightly; that wasn't even interesting, how disappointing.]
I'd say carrying on is the better option.
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Chip Abaroa | OTA
[However, it seems the paranoia that pervades the area has gotten to them as well, and from time to time they stop and look around almost fearfully, sometimes looking hard among the denser areas of brush and others staring up at those ominous broken statues.]
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You're going to get sick if you eat all this. Go catch some fish or dig for clams or something, would you?
[he hasn't seemed to have noticed Chip and their phoenix, yet, and the Pokémon is too busy stuffing her face]
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