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ou blink and that's all it takes. At first, the picture doesn't come in clear, like you're waiting for a screen to fully load -- more aptly, it's like you're waiting for a camera to focus so you can find image clarity. Before you happened to rapidly close your eyes and open them, your life was normal...well, normal for you, anyway. Fighting an alien, making a quesadilla, dying. And then that blurry picture suddenly takes over. There's a lot to take in here -- you feel weird, your surroundings are weird. Everything is just weird. For starters, there's that new piece of jewelery inserted in the space above your chest. That certainly wasn't there before you opened your eyes.
B ▢ The recent surge of rain has caused a few marshy areas, be it in the forest or a hilly landscape. Some swampy ground is more aggravating than treacherous, but the opposite is also true. Your character is strolling along, trying to find their way and all of a sudden SCHLUMP! Their leg is sunk into the ground up to their nether regions. Struggle, and the rest of them might fall in too...! C ▢ While your character is trying to figure out where the fuck they are, they may come across something scuttling about through the forest. Don't panic -- it's simply a scanner pod doing its due diligence and scouting for resources...oh! And it just happened upon something interesting: your character! This scanner robot is curious to investigate and record your data. Is your character going to trust them to do their job, or will they be suspicious of this looming machine? |
Here's the part where they finally locate something of use: the base camp. The murky, weathered location is a little distressed, and resource gathering is making coven members sparse. However, that doesn't mean helpful answers aren't only a step away.
E ▢ Speaking of Qri's caravan, the floating "vehicle" currently has its trap door, hammerspace portal open. It's quite large and inviting, honestly. Want to get closer to Qri? Or maybe just take shelter from the few sprinkles that are still falling from the sky? Crawl on in! Just be warned: the door will close right behind your character, and that thing gets claustrophobic after a while. F ▢ Finally, since Brie is aware that a new world is approaching, she's gotten a little more weapon-obsessed. There are an assortment of weapons just laying all over the place, from swords to spears, from slingshots to...god, what even is that thing your character has never seen before. Whether they're curious about something and like to touch things that don't belong to them or Brie is trying to outfit them with a weapon that works for them, your character is now weaponized. What do??? G ▢ Wildcard prompt. Go nuts and utilize your own creativity within the setting. This can mean striking out on your own or utilizing a certain location in a different way. The world is your oyster! |
nisaka yusuke | koi to uso
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the upside? the trapdoor he'd fallen through had been an abandoned one, so whoohoo, no oversized spiders to be found there.
the downside? now he'll be stopping anyone and everyone who happens to pass by the general vicinity, meaning he'll actually walk right up to you, yes you, and look you right in the eye. ]
Hey. Are you busy?
[ feel free to notice that the young boy currently addressing you isn't entirely corporeal... ]
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eventually, he snaps: ]
If you're going to hang around so much, can't you at least be entertaining?
[ too bad he forgot to look around before saying something. it might look like he's speaking to you... ]
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hope you don't mind the impromptu concert in your mind, folks: ]
Even though clear blue winds
Beat on the door of my heart,
You just smile, looking straight at me
Too involved in yearning for
Something to hold on
The innocent eyes still know nothing of fate yet.
[ hey it might even sound familiar. ]
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He places a hand over his heart and bows solemnly. ]
I apologize for my silence. I had to ascertain the drone's intentions, but it appears that I have been disrespectful in my manner. I should have spoken to you sooner...
[ Yeah. He was stalking him. BUT IT WAS FOR A GOOD CAUSE!!!!! ]
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he blinks a few times, processing this. ]
I wasn't— That was...
[ hm. ]
Are you a stalker?
[ should he be screaming for help right about now... why'd he say it in such a deadpan voice though. ]
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[But he? Was stalking?? Anyway, he doesn't want to make anyone uncomfortable. That is simply not what a knight must do.]
Perhaps we should quell your worries with introduction. I am Gawain, son of Lot. Knight of the Round Table.
[That makes him sound super credible, right? Revealing true names in this place should be fine. Anyway, he doesn't see the boy as a threat. He is someone who must be protected.
SPARKLES.]
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by the end of it, there is a faint, amused quirk to the corner of his lip. ]
So you're... a real knight. [ maybe he shouldn't sound so dubious, considering all that's happened to him in the span of a day, but. come on. come on. ]
Were you trying to save me from this thing? [ this "thing" being the scanner pod, which he gestures to, which then glances between the two of them curiously. ]
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Hmn.
[ A non-committal answer, as he looks down at the soul with an even gaze. ]
[ ooc; mikoto is a CRAU from a Noragami-verse. He's the titular holder of the god of the sun, Ra. ]
ooc; good to know!
for all of four seconds, before his eyes squint faintly, and the image itself flickers and blurs around the edges. ]
...Is that a yes?
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[ Not that he ever really did them before. ]
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God? [ he echoes. and while his voice isn't exactly faint, there is a strange hollow quality to it that makes it sound less there, just like his slightly blurry image.
after a moment, the boy's lips twist wryly. ]
I think you're mistaken. I'm not looking for a god. I'm just looking for a hand.
[ he glances down at the man's pointedly. ]
Gods still have those, right?
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Hey, uh...you know you're transmitting, right?
[He's misfired enough times during his tenure in this coven-thing that it bears asking. Surely he can't be the only one]
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but a part of him has to wonder who else would be up quite so late at night. enough so to hear the quiet song of a restless boy. ]
These things don't really have an "off" button, do they?
[ things being the amulet, that is. ]
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[He knows it's a pain, having lived with it for months now. It feels to him that he's struggled with it more than most, sharing thoughts he doesn't intend to.
But he's a Scanner, his focus being easily diverted is all part of his design]
People say it's this kind of intuitive thing, but in my experience you just have to get used to it.
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So just grin and bear it, huh? [ he almost laughs. ] At least I'm a pro at that.
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After all, there must be a reason one is following the other. And the longer he observes the further the mystery deepens. Having nothing better to do, he's content to be a second — or third, let's be accurate — shadow in this procession.
That is, until the guy seems to acknowledge his presence]
Doesn't that depend on what you consider entertaining?
[Says the lad passing his time by following another one around]
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though his shock is only evident in the hasty way he spins on his heel, the flashing of wide eyes that all too quickly calm again at the sight of the origin of that voice.
not that... the figure before him makes for a very comforting sight... ]
Sneaking up on me definitely isn't, [ he manages to say after a moment, bravado carrying him through his own wariness and confusion. ]
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Sneaking...?
[He echoes the word in his usual flat tone, tipping his head curiously. Though the memories are not his own, he does remember having to sneak around before, but there's a difference here]
I wasn't trying. You were just so focused on that gadget.
[Raising a gloved hand, he points out the pod. He doesn't quite know what to call it, but it reminds him of one of Add's creations]
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You were literally in the shadows, [ he thinks to point out. ]
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Ooh, poetry! Is that supposed to be romantic, or is more like a mournful what-if about all the missed chances in your life? A little something for your descendants to recite at your funeral, maybe?
[what kind of Japanese death poem is THAT, HUH. whatisanime.gif]
I'm not sold on the tune though. It would sound much better if recited slowly and solemnly. You know, to match the occasion!
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[ .......what the hell. ]
It's just a song from back home. Everyone knows it.
It's so overused, I don't even know if it has any meaning anymore.
okuni WITH BIG OLE INNOCENT EYES ICON!!!
But you must be fond of it, or are you in the habit of thinking about songs you don't like?
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I don't hate it, I guess. But haven't you ever just had a random song stuck in your head before?
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[He's sitting cross-legged on a ledge, regarding the specter with nothing short of amusement, like a child watching a puppet show for the first time.]
I'm unoccupied at the moment. Could I be of assistance?
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There's someone stuck in that hole over there.
[ he jerks a thumb over his shoulder, indicating a small ditch not too far away. ]
Think you could get him out?
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Most likely: no.]
Perhaps.
[He hops down from his perch, sparing a moment to straighten out his slacks. It doesn't even occur to him that this could be a trap. If someone were going to these lengths to bait him into a trap, their motives would be of interest anyway.
And so he slowly moves forward, to the indicated area, lowering unwisely into a squat.]
Was there always an aperture here?
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Do you have rope powers or something? Ladder abilities, maybe...
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