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Entry tags:
- blue exorcist: yukio okumura,
- coco: héctor rivera,
- critical role: beauregard,
- critical role: kiri,
- critical role: mollymauk tealeaf,
- final fantasy ix: zidane tribal,
- final fantasy xv: ardyn izunia,
- final fantasy xv: ignis scientia,
- fragile dreams: ren,
- hyper light drifter: the drifter,
- marvel: bucky barnes,
- mass effect: legion,
- mushi-shi: ginko,
- original: chip abaroa,
- original: erika fisher,
- osomatsu-san: jyushimatsu matsuno,
- pokemon sun & moon: guzma,
- red vs. blue: agent washington,
- red vs. blue: leonard church (alpha),
- tales of vesperia: alexei dinoia,
- the adventure zone: kravitz,
- the league: jules dagger samari,
- undertale: asgore dreemurr,
- voltron: keith kogane,
- ✖ guilty gear: faust,
- ✖ pluto: epsilon,
- ✖ rwby: yang xiao long,
- ✖ steam powered giraffe: rabbit
November Undercurrent: And We Give Thanks
NOVEMBER UNDERCURRENT
Who: Everyone!
What: Have you told someone you loved them yet?
When: November 3rd to November 20th
Where: Everywhere!
Warnings: Nothing of note; please mark if anything comes up!
What: Have you told someone you loved them yet?
When: November 3rd to November 20th
Where: Everywhere!
Warnings: Nothing of note; please mark if anything comes up!
Take Me Back to the Reasons Why
The Water wishes to demonstrate their power to you, as well as just what they mean, when they suggest that they require your cooperation. They are going to bring back the harvest island of Nuidan, a generally fondly remembered island that explorers have encountered in the past. What's more, they're going to require your help to do it.
Starting November 3rd, characters will discover a simple strip of dark leather among their belongings, meant to be worn around the neck or wrist. They can disregard it, of course, but if they attempt to discard or destroy it, it will always find its way back to them, no matter how improbable this might seem. How strange...
Perhaps even stranger is the sudden appearance of a smooth slab of stone, half-submerged in the waters just off of Ensō's coast. It's an altar, and around its edges are a series of deep notches, as though something is meant to be inserted into them. In its center is a pool of water, though it curiously doesn't seem to reflect anything.
The purpose of this will only really become obvious once the month goes on. Characters will find themselves to compelled to be honest with the people around them as to why they care, why they appreciate them as people, or what they like most about them. This compulsion can vary wildly and at the player's discretion, from a gentle mental pressure to an unstoppable force, and anything in between!
The bottom line is that every time one admits to some feeling of gratitude, no matter how small or big, their little plait of leather will receive a crystal from the interaction. All crystals will be roughly the same shape, but they may vary in color, pattern, and texture. Some might be simple sticks of quartz, while others might be comprised of myriad, ever-changing swirls of color. Again, the only limit here is your imagination.
But, ultimately, the state in which Nuidan returns to you is up to you...and how far you're willing to go to express a little gratitude. Don't worry if you don't know anyone, either - this marks a great opportunity to start doing nice things for people, even if you don't know them! You've got most of the month to get to know each other, after all.
Don't think you can get away with heaping compliments on your closest friends and companions, however; variety is the name of the game here. While you can collect all sorts of crystals for personal use from repeat interactions, you can only feed one crystal to the altar per person. That is to say, Character A can be as grateful to Character B as they like, but only one crystal from each character can be delivered to the altar. If they want to procure more for the altar's purposes, Character A will have to have a positive interaction with Character C, and so on.
Take Me Back to That Big Sky
Of course, there's a lot going on in the background as well. You're free to use this log as a catch-all for the duration of November's Undercurrent Event, as well as the other minor events listed on our Monthly Rundown post. You are very, very free to let your dreams about creepers and baby lorbies become reality, and you are always free to create your own individual logs and posts as needed.
If you have any questions, please feel free to ask them over on our Monthly Rundown post!
Of course, there's a lot going on in the background as well. You're free to use this log as a catch-all for the duration of November's Undercurrent Event, as well as the other minor events listed on our Monthly Rundown post. You are very, very free to let your dreams about creepers and baby lorbies become reality, and you are always free to create your own individual logs and posts as needed.
If you have any questions, please feel free to ask them over on our Monthly Rundown post!
November TimelineLOGS ● OOC ● STORIES ●
MAIN NAVIGATION
[ ♆ ] November 3rd: "And We Give Thanks" begins and lasts until November 20th
[ ♆ ] November 4th: "Aw, Man" begins and lasts until November 12th
[ ♆ ] November 11th: "The Lorblings" begins and lasts until November 25th
[ ♆ ] November 20th: Nuidan returns to the archipelago
[ ♆ ] November 21st: "Return to Your Roots" begins and lasts until November 30th
( CODED BY BOOTYCALL )
ren | ota
And she can be found at other places during the month-Near the monkey nests, the Knight's old home, a seemingly random tree in the woods, by the beach, near the gardens, at the temple, holding a hand carved duck or beaded necklace, talking to the air, like she's speaking to the wind itself. Go ahead and interrupt her ass.]
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Whenever and wherever he finds her, he starts off by giving her the biggest hug before he even says hello. Take that!!]
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How can I help you, Miss?
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Heya R-r-rrrr-Ren!
[Just the slight of the younger girl leaves some warm affection bubbling in the automaton's boiler, a happiness that curls her copper faceplates into a crooked grin, bi-colored optics burning bright.]
S'real nice d-d-day out t'day, huh!
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[Someone is nearby.]
[They emerge with their head cocked to one side, querying.]
ren
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Ren in particular has always been easiest, if only because she is so present. It's impossible to avoid her even when he's just living, but truly, he wouldn't dream of trying. So it's no surprise when he's waking up, blearily collecting himself and trying to puzzle out what this strip of leather is that seems to be in his bed.
He turns his head out towards camp, blinking the sleep out of his eyes.]
Ren, did you... is this a gift? Was this yours?
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[They poke her shoulder with a stick.]
Hey!
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Ardyn Lucis Caelum | ota
[Ardyn was no stranger to compulsions from forces not entirely himself. He felt them fairly often, usually to the tune of daemonic homicidal urges. In that respect, the change was a welcome one...or it would have been, had he stopped to regard it as strange. In fact, he chose not to question it at all; with nothing like flowers growing in places they didn't belong and no other imminent danger he could find, Ardyn chose to consider it another odd eccentricity of the islands and let it carry on as it would.]
[He spent a bit of time investigating the altar off the coats, wondering if it would somehow make sense of the peculiar bit of leather he couldn't seem to be rid of. Though he new better to expect answers--and indeed found none--for once that didn't seem much of a problem. As usual he was mostly out at night, but instead of the usual aimless wandering bordering on sulking...he actually seemed to be in a fairly decent mood. And, less unusual, as though he were up to something.]
[b; is i have no other proof i even exist; 11/21ish]
[For once, the fact that he mostly left the house only after dark was a slight advantage. Because Ardyn was sick to death of that godsdamned noise. A little sidetracking and some harvesting work was a small price to pay to be rid of that horrendous chiming driving him (more) insane.]
[Admittedly, it was slightly less 'harvesting' and more 'yanking it out wherever he found it on Enso.' Anything for some quiet, right?]
[c; this rotten heart, these filthy lies; wildcard]
[anything else throughout the month!]
[a; the reason i want to spit out these sentiments; 11/3ish]
With the sound of the wind and the waves filling his ears, his mind drifts off, jumping from person to person he knows, thinking of how much he would like to cook some little thing to thank them for the things they have done for him, especially while he's been laid up. It's the island's influence only partly as Ignis had spent a lot of his time while recovering thinking about these things on and off. Now that he can move around better, he can finally put those thoughts into action.
When a familiar voice breaks into his thoughts, he turns his head back toward the cottage.]
Out here, beloved!
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Zidane Tribal | OTA
For some reason, he has the strange desire to tell everyone he comes across exactly how he feels about them. Exactly. In great detail.
It's not as if Zidane doesn't know he has to be more honest with people about how himself and how he feels about things. Because he does. And he wants to but he also wanted to do it to people he knows well enough first. Voluntarily. Especially after what happened in August and September. And yet he wasn't the only one who had been affected by what had happened. And he felt it would be unfair to dump any baggage he had on them when they were suffering. So until then, he thought he'd wait until a more appropriate moment. Like maybe drop a hint and see how said friend would react.
He certainly did not want to reveal stuff by being made to randomly say exactly how he felt about someone. Who knows how that could end and it could get very, very, very awkard. So his initial plan was to go exploring for a while with Blank and hope it wore off soon.
As it happened, he was busy packing. The window to his cottage happened to be open. And suddenly, there is a confused and slightly annoyed voice.]
Again?! Geez, I swear I already threw that thing out. [And because Zidane is a messy teenager and isn't really thinking properly, a piece of leather suddenly comes flying out of the window and smacks the poor passer-by (as in you) RIGHT in the face!]
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Go fuck yourself!
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VERY late oops
No worries I've been slow with work and sick!
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Héctor | OTA
These wonderful islanders. Things would be so much worse on Enso. These are the best people to be stranded with, fantastic people helping each other along, all the support you could need... It's so much like home. Not so different from his countless primos and tíos. What would he have been without them, what would he be now? He doesn't need much in the way of encouragement or compulsion, he's not resisting. He's here and he's not going to hold back!]
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So, Zidane has no choice but to go out and look for him. He has gone around, calling the lorby's name but to no avail.
And while he is searching, a particular person causes him to stop right in his tracks.....]
Héctor?!
[And before he knows it, Zidane finds himself saying:]
Hey, uh......there's something I need to talk to you about.
[.....Shit shit shit shit.]
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Jyushimatsu | OTA
ii; the longest abomination
iii; ear-bleeding malevolence
iv; wildcard
i; so very wholesome
Hope he's paying attention, because she sure isn't, and is about to crash into him.]
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the drifter | ota | i'll match your format!
[They're not a very wordy sort of person, by nature. But that does not mean that they cannot still express gratitude. Someone taught them to weave together flowers into crowns, once. Perhaps they ought to thank her?]
[But first, they have an awful lot of other flower crowns to make. If you don't find them wandering around Ensō to pick flowers, or outside the abode that they have begun to care for in the Knight's absence, you'll find them sat down under a tree or on the coast somewhere, studiously twining their accrued flowers together into one of many simple floral circlets that they seem to be accumulating at a fast rate.]
[They intend to give as many of them away as possible, of course. But you're more likely to find them in the process of putting together their gifts.]
[There's a strange, greenish shape drifting nearer to the Storyteller's temple. Its face appears frozen in a perpetual grimace, and it brings with it the faint but unmistakable scent of sulfur.]
[About one hundred meters back, the Drifter carefully raises their rifle and waits for the creature to wander into their proverbial crosshairs. They have limited ammunition. They need to make every shot count.]
[So immense is their concentration that they do not take note of the near-silent sound of another creeper drawing steadily near. The Drifter makes such a vibrant, obvious target...]
[i am of course wide open to do anything else that wasn't mentioned above, such as nirnroot and lorbling shenanigans. let me know if you want me to write you up a closed starter, or plot anything in particular! you can tap me over at
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Legion's headflaps lift and they let out a long stream of chatter, immediately turning from the direction they were heading and heading for the Drifter instead.)
Drifter.
(Their head tilts to the side. What is the Drifter making?)
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yukio | ota
Specifically, he's focusing on hunting creepers. Yukio's magitech bow is perfect for the job, until it runs out of ammo. Then he's limited to his throwing knife. It's not really limiting, not with how obsessively he's been practicing. Taking down creepers is satisfying, especially if they're coming up behind someone or about to blow up a house or garden.
And speaking of gardening, there's obviously something up with these glowing plants sprouting everywhere. Yukio can be found carefully pulling one, and making some notes in his notebook about its characteristics.
[ooc:or, you know. wildcard it up.]]
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Instead, a little bird girl is the only thing tromping through the woods in the immediate area.
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Nov. 3 / WILD CARD
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Legion | ota
As for their sudden desire to voice their appreciation, it's hard to tell whether they even register it as out of the ordinary. They've been wanting to test their new blade of plenty, and they've decided now is an exellent time to do so. They're hanging out at the Denny, or possibly another area where traffic is frequent, with a pile of junk. Occasionally, they pick up a piece and examine it curiously befor slicing or stabbing it to reveal ...cake?
Whether they know you particularly well or not, the moment they see you they're gonna offer you some.)
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I don't suppose you have any idea how that knife does what it does, do you?
[Because he's done a lot of baking over the years and this is not how it works, Legion!]
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tim wright | ota | i'll match your formatting
[He has a strip of leather in his pocket hat he's certain wasn't there before. But his memory is so shit most days - who's to say it's not there for a reason? Can't remember what that reason would be, but when does he ever?]
[There's not much to do besides the typical, everyday sort of behavior, so Tim settles down somewhere at random - under a tree, on a rock, on the shore - and starts working at a block of wood with the leather plait laid out on the ground beside him. Maybe someone else can tell him why he's got it.]
[Tim seldom if ever had time for video games - definitely not growing up, and only nominally in college. The point of this is that he's never seen creepers before in basically any context, so he's got no clue what the greenish thing moving toward him is. Doesn't like the look of its face, though.]
[He reaches for the Honeycomb Sledgehammer he's been keeping strapped to his back ever since Nastrandir's scurrying hostiles made their way onto Ensō last month. Manages to grab hold of the handle, heft it up, and when he glances back up at the creeper, it's barely a foot or so away from him, swelling like a boil about to pop with a high, menacing hssssss.]
[It gives him enough time to lurch away with a frantic curse:] Shit!
[If you're close enough, you'll probably hear it - a creeper going off with a telltale BOOM.]
[Now that he knows what creepers are and what they can do - and now that he has the burn scars to prove it - Tim has a new goal in mind, and that goal is to keep these things the fuck away from all the buildings.]
[You'll probably spot him circling Denny, as well as the library and the carpentry and the monkey compound and basically anyplace with structures that might get damaged by having something green just up and explode somewhere vital.]
[He's yet to really master any efficient way to deal with them; he doesn't want to shoot them with his flare gun, in case that just makes them explode faster. So instead he does his best to kite them away from anything important, baiting them out with a few vicious swings of his sledgehammer and then backing away furiously before they can light up right in his face.]
[Doesn't really have a plan that extends past just getting them away from the buildings, though. He's not sure how many hits it takes to kill these things, after all.]
[lmk if you want a closed starter or a prompt that has to do with anything else going on this month, like nirnroots or lorbies. you can always hit me up over at
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What are you making?
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Erika Fisher | OTA
Erika is not usually all that prone to the whole feelings thing - which isn't to say that she doesn't have them, just that talking about them tends to seem like sort of a pain in the ass.
The fact is, though, there are some pretty cool people here, and suddenly that fact seems more noticeable than ever - and she’s not actually sure whether to chalk that up to an unusually good mood or some kind of Bullshit. Maybe even bullshit related to the new structure off Enso, or the bit of leather that she keeps finding nearby, even after dumping it with her scrap materials.
She doesn’t trust the thing for shit, so putting it on is out of the question - but, after a while, she’s resigned herself to keeping it stuffed in her pocket. At least then she knows where the hell she’s gonna find it next.
For the most part, she keeps to her usual schedule, sometimes hanging around Chip to keep an eye on them, sometimes settling in the Denny to work with the pieces of wing she took off Ahidalga’s body. The main difference is that she’ll be quicker than usual to wave people over to talk, whether she knows them or not.
b - night of November 12 - Enso
The thing about full moons is that they don’t make Erika more aggressive, exactly. Sure, it can seem that way, depending on when and how one runs across her - lowered inhibitions in someone with Erika’s temper can make things go south fast. But it really is just that: Lower inhibitions, meaning that whatever she happens to be feeling at the moment is going to be even less tempered than usual by things like reasoning, and the consideration that she might be acting fucking weird.
A full-moon-affected werewolf doesn’t give a single shit if she’s acting fucking weird. Everyone here is very interesting and very exciting, and she has got to make sure they know it.
Bursting from the foliage or charging down the beach to bounce around people like an oversized puppy, trying to paw at them with her enormous awful dog-hands, might not do much to provide more crystals for the altar, but it… well, it might be fun for those she zeroes in on. Assuming it doesn’t just come of as threatening, particularly to those who don’t actually know her.
Michael | OTA
[Michael doesn't tend to keep terribly close tabs on his pet lorby, Florida. Florida was a wild animal when he found him, after all, and an adult one besides. If he goes off to forage in the woods on his own half the time, that's no problem as long as he comes home at some point.
Maybe this was a mistake.]
Florida! [He's stumbled upon a good handful of the little lorblings thus far, all in the general vicinity of his home. They scream as he holds them up in exasperation, though he's careful enough to not let any of them actually drop.] Did you do this? Why on earth?
ii. thanks I hate it; denny
[Michael's figured out the purpose of these weird leather bracelets by now, but he's still peering discontentedly at his as he leans against the bar.]
I have to say, I don't find this very fair.
[He's gotten better at expressing both emotions and vulnerability, he thinks. But it's not very fun to feel forced.]
ii!
Hey, it could be worse!
[ she grins. ] Not really good at handing out compliments?
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i. noodle noodle noodle; enso
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Ginko | OTA
The strip of leather ends up tucked into Ginko’s knapsack among his other belongings (since he can’t seem to get rid of it, anyway) as he moves around Enso, more determined than ever to focus on whatever work he can pour his attention into, whether in the clinic or out among the trees. Better to think of that than his own state of mind, and, now, the pressure buzzing in his head, gentle but persistent.
Those two factors in his head, as it turns out, don’t play nice. Try as he might, staying focused gets harder and harder, and he finds himself lost more frequently - not lost in thought, exactly, since that would imply that he is consciously thinking about anything. He simply seems to stall out.
Fortunately, it doesn’t seem to be happening when he’s doing any particularly heavy lifting… but it still might be inconvenient for there to be a troll periodically losing track of himself, staring absently at some bit of his surroundings as he stands in a path through the woods or some distance away from a public building.
b - evening/night of Nov. 18 - Enso mountains - cw for potential suicidal ideation
Ginko doesn’t really mind letting people know they’re appreciated; in and of itself, that’s not a problem at all. But, as the days pass, the close calls start building up - comments that might seem slightly too familiar, offhand thoughts that don’t need to be voiced but almost slip out all the same. Appreciation is fine, but he can’t let himself start talking as if he expects his words to really mean something. There may be people here who like him, who might even be glad to hear the occasional compliment - but there’s bound to be a line somewhere, one that he, as always, won’t be able to see until he’s crossed it. He doesn’t want that. Not here, not with these people, not when simply leaving isn’t an option.
Finally, something in him, worn away by days of fighting back his own treacherous words and weeks of pouring all the energy he has into whatever goal he can pick to ensure that he’s never left both adrift and able to act, simply crumples.
Maybe it’s his instincts as a troll that lead him toward the rocky mountainside, or his pre-existing comfort with mountainous terrain. He doesn’t think much about why that’s the direction he picks; just that, with any luck, it may be less populated than some other parts of the archipelago. The last thing anyone here needs is to have to deal with him like this - Ginko’s chest feels tight the whole time he’s making his way over the rocky terrain, his head spinning as if he were under the full force of the afternoon light.
In fact, as much as he wills himself to keep moving (because what else can he do, it’s all he’s got), he can only get so far at a time before whatever was keeping him moving gives out, leaving ragged breath and shaking limbs - and that only makes the twisting in his chest worse, trollish anger clawing at his lungs every time he has to slow down or stop or kneel down in a seemingly futile effort to catch his breath.
But frustration can’t actually get him moving again. So he’ll tuck himself into whatever crevice or under whatever outcropping he can find, staring in silence at the ground as he tries to will his breathing to slow.
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He's not able to keep the concern out of his voice. "Ginko? You there?"
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Re: a - Nov. 3
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ASGORE | ota
[Nothing in Asgore's home is made of stone! Indeed, most of it is plants! The lantern flowers have formed an arch of vines over his doorway by now, and the verdant garden in the back has crept around to the sides as well. It's all so flammable. So the presence of a creeper nearby is, quite frankly, a disaster in the making.
At the very least, he did notice the creature's approach well before it could blow up. Unfortunately, this has resulted in him trying gingerly to herd a hissing creeper less than half his size in the opposite direction, flapping his cape at it as though it were a large blanket.]
Come on, now...you can just go back into the forest. That is where you live, is it not?
[Somebody please tell him to just kill it.]
b. enso, throughout november
[The leather band Asgore received is rather larger, big enough to fit easily around one of his wrists. Although he is not typically one for jewelry, he wears it on his left hand, and lets the winged charm he received for his death in the Trials dangle from its ties. Neither of them will leave him be, so they may as well stick together. At least this one is less of a taunt about his failings? Probably. Who knows.
He can be found going about his normal business; bringing crops from his garden to Denny for the common use, tending his plants, going for the occasional walk about the island. He still strikes a lopsided figure, with his broken horn, but he's gotten rather used to it by now. Mostly, he's just trying to keep his head down and get through the days.]
c. enso, november 21
[In Asgore's opinion, the sudden arrival of the nirnroot plants is quite interesting! But, you know...they also are a little annoying. So he's been helping to comb the island for new growths. Between the noise and the glowing, they're extremely easy to locate. Asgore already has a decent-sized pile of the plants, carefully pulled up from the earth so that their root structures are still intact.
He can see the sense in removing an invasive species, of course. They'll only harm the plants and animals that are supposed to be here. But at the same time, it's not as though they're invaders. They aren't doing anything wrong.]
It does seem a shame to have to remove them. It is not their fault that they ended up here.
B.
...Well. He's been avoidant either way.
Even so, the leather strap is around his wrist, under his gauntlets (he is never going to get the memo that he can wear other things and it will probably not kill anyone, outside of perhaps at shock from seeing it at this point), and seeing Asgore is...welcome even though it's on one of those walks around the island in which there doesn't seem to be a particular goal, at least on Alexei's part, and- ]
Asgore. I've been looking for you.
[Okay, you know what, maybe one day he'll stop with the general lying but it's a well-established habit by now and at least this one is harmless.]
I trust you've been well enough?
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Epsilon | OTA
Besides, there's a pretty finite number of people around, and even fewer that Epsilon knows.
However.
There are
A LOT
Of plants.
So many, in fact, that at any given moment, Epsilon can assuredly be found speaking to one or another--a strawberry plant in Ginko's garden blooming with delicate white flowers (adorable!); a tree so weathered
and battered, drowned, and recently burntthat it should surely be dead, yet is nevertheless persevering to put out new leaves (strong and brave!); the actual grass on Enso (which, in full fairness, has probably had it harder than any plant on any of the islands, but which is apparently comprised of some truly breathtaking shades of green.)As it's a bit difficult to run out of flora, Epsilon's compulsion is such a uniquely massive and endless undertaking that pretty much any time one encounters him, he's talking to a new and apparently equally wonderful plant.
Someone, help this nymph. Or at least distract him. Please.
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But also, he's really forgiving of weird today. Or lately. This is fine! Weird is the norm so who is he to complaint, right!
Church looks around a little and then awkwardly goes up to a nearby also burnt out tree. Sure looks like it's had a rough time. He pats it. "Good job, buddy." That's how this works, right???
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Mollymauk Tealeaf • OTA
Yet here he is, suddenly really loose-tongued when it came to the truth and awfully frustrated about it. If he couldn't spin tales and stuff his small truths full of fluff and lies, then who even was he??
Still, he has the leather strip around his wrist as he's stubbornly day-drinking outside the M9 hut on Enso. Come talk to him? ]
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Guzma | OTA
Maybe a new pair of shoes, too, if he gets especially lucky. Hell knows he needs it.
The rest of the day is spent doing the usual - gathering food, fishing/diving with Golisopod for a meal as well as scouring the beach during low tide for some tasty shellfish like scallops, clams, mussels, and even a snapling if he gets lucky enough to find out before it scurries away. He's not quite at the level of actually butchering a Bludroc quite yet, though at some point, someone may have to teach him... Ater his meals, he's mostly on the beach training with his Pokemon. Whether it be battling Ariados and Golisopod against each other to test their moves and improve their strengths (as well as give them some excitement as well), or training physically on the beach.
He hasn't exactly found out what the bracelets do, considering Guzma tends to...go about on his own, really, but if approached, he'll chat anyone up and maybe be compelled to be a little more open than he normally would be. Who knows?]
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Now when the hell did she get there.]
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Bucky Barnes | OTA
The leather strap in Bucky’s belongs is, unsurprisingly, completely ignored. He’s too used to the general weirdness of the archipelago to bother with trying to throw it away, but he makes his way to the island just the same, with Petunia the flower sheep following close behind him, as always.
Anyone who passes nearby will immediately attract her attention, making a soft baaa noise, and Bucky approaching with a, “Sorry about that, she loves attention.”
Petunia, meanwhile, seems perfectly content mashing he face into your hand, regardless of whether or not you’ve said hello to her first.
II
The scales from the dragon have made for a much nicer roof, as far as Bucky is concerned, but that doesn’t mean that he isn’t constantly looking for insulation for the place. That’s how he’s found himself in the jungle, looking for anything particularly large that could be used as insulation indoors. Maybe the leaves?
His enhanced hearing is what makes him stand upright, a shuffling noise in the distance he doesn’t think could be made by a person, but just in case, he says “Hello?”, voice on the softer side.
III
As the months have gone on, Bucky still isn’t exactly a common sight in Denny, but he does show up from time to time, it’s where he’s headed now, with Petunia following behind, because he does always give her something special to eat when they go out this way, but a rustling from the overhead trees makes him stop and look up in time for—
Riiiii!
No less than three lorblings choose that exact moment to fall out of a tree, right onto Bucky’s head.
III
As usual, Leo his tigerlily, is at his side this day, helping Ignis navigate. Every so often he will nudge the advisor helping him avoid some obstacle in the path. Both are quite startled when they hear the lorblings crying out and the sound of something hitting something else ahead.
"Are you all right?"
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Aziraphale | OTA (extremely unfashionably late)
[ Gratitude! Thankfulness! Positive emotions, the acknowledgement of anything from favors, to good deeds, to knowing what you have. All wonderful, all good things. Probably could make due with that nowadays, after...everything. Having your entire world shoved a few degrees to the left does help you change your perspective and there's certainly a lot to be thankful for. But it's a little harder to see that when you've been knocked into a whole different world and have intrinsic parts of you entirely changed in ways and methods you don't quite understand.
So, the angel doesn't quite understand what's happening now. It's an adjustment period, and a couple of weeks are barely a blink to a creature this old. Although, somehow, they also feel like some of the longest weeks he's ever been through.
He's all around the islands during this time, getting accustomed to his new setting. Certainly spending a lot of time in the library, looking through whatever books are on there, learning what he can; in the Denny, of course, getting whatever food and drinks there are. He even visits the monkey compound and the library, trying to keep out of the way from the strange fuzzy wiggling screaming creatures and whatever keeps exploding out there in the jungle.
He's having a hard time, and any help will be highly appreciated. He has manners, after all. ]
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[ For Crowley; CLOSED]
[ The angel stares down at the mana pool.
They've seen it before, and he's been here since that first day, too. There's always a sense of calm and comfort when he's here, something invigorating about just being near the water. It even dulls out the overwhelming feeling emanating from the temple.
It makes him feel a little better. The discomfort and exhaustion has been dragging on for a couple of days, but he feels some weight lift off his shoulders now that he's here.
He takes a deep breath through his nose. ]
Apparently, [ He looks towards the flowers surrounding the pool.] we have use one of these flowers to be able to use it as a transportation method.
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How are we meant to do that, then? [And more importantly, where will it take them? Magic is one thing, but it isn't proper transportation without wheels, in Crowley's mind.]
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closed to yasha
All of this amounts to Beau trying to hang around with people who already know her bullshit. That seems safe, until she's doing her morning stretches and sees Yasha walk outside, and all of her mistakes are suddenly Here and death is coming, in fact.
And yet, she gives Yasha an acknowledging nod, a slight invitation to come over, and immediately wonders why the fuck she did that. But it's happened, so she might as well follow it up.]
Hey.
ye e ah boy
Beau is stretching outside of the house. Has she only just got up? Yasha's been out for a couple of hours; it's good to see her though, running through her familiar motions out on the sand. Yasha knows exactly where she's at in her routine. It's been that long, now.)
Hello.
(She's pretty pleased with her haul, so she's going to come and show Beau by slinging one of the straps of her tote-like bag off her shoulder so that she may peer inside. Her own leather wrap resides in her hair, twisted around a section of braid.) Look. I found so many different kinds.
YEEEEE BOIIIII
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