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TDM 006: SPECTRAL SPECTACLE

TDM 006: SPECTRAL SPECTACLE



00. Arrival





This time, you come out of the water, the Nameless Island's own inherent energy drawing people in. It's like being suspended between realities and abruptly pushed from behind through a rift in dimensions. It may make you sick, or that might be the motion of the ocean, lifting you to the surface and carrying you to shore.

Waterlogged and covered in sand, new arrivals will be greeted by robots who welcome them with towels and bracelet devices. The A5 card is already loaded up. Feel free to explore the Island, though there isn’t much to see. Most of the buildings are abandoned and in dire need of repair, and beyond the city lingers a thick fog that obscures much of the wilderness from view. Wander too far into this fog, and you will find yourself mysteriously looping back to where you began, your memories of what you were doing and how you got there erased.

With that in mind, it may be wise to stake your claim on a rundown apartment, a tent on the beach, or a bed in the “comfortable” new barracks. Your inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each person's makeshift home.



I. The Dragon's Matchmaking





Welcome to the Island, cherub dragons! The auspicious actions of your fellow Islanders have foreseen the reintroduction of dragons to the world. Unlike the hulking, possessive creatures of ancient lore (and recent hot springs), these well-meaning little critters love to help. Their small size and roly-poly frames make them unsuited to laborious tasks, but they will be the perfect companion to any residents who endeavor to pick up a small item, wish for their lunch to be delivered to an absolute stranger, or need a fire started from a tiny, flaming sneeze in their drafty homes. If a cherub dragon sees an Islander they perceive in need of their assistance, they will zip right in and refuse to scram until they’ve done the job!

No visible struggles? No problem! The little dragons also love to play matchmaker. Persistent dragons will gleefully nudge together Islanders they believe will have chemistry, and sometimes they aren’t wrong! Of course, even if sparks fail to fly, the dragons’ trilling songs are known to kindle romantic feelings between strangers and long-time lovers alike.



II. Ruins





While the Islanders have been enjoying their autumn relaxation, the ‘bots of Erku have been hard at work clearing the surrounding forests of dangers for their guests’ safe habitation. If you are of deft hand with monster slaying, forestry, or even just hauling debris and weed picking, the robots will gladly exchange credits for help with reconstructing the recently unearthed mountain temple grounds from the rubble that remains there. Just follow the path of gently glowing mushrooms to the site of the temple ruins. Beware of lurking creatures, grabby plants, and falling rocks!




The temple ruins are tall and breathtaking, despite the eerie chill of the fog that lingers just beyond. Or is it the fog that sends a shiver up your spine? After all, this place was very spiritually important to the original inhabitants of the Island, the robots say to anyone curious enough to ask. Although their own programming does not include religious worship, the Augur believes the restoration of this place to be vital to the continued augmentation of Eros energy.

When questioned about the strange shadows that seem to slip from tree to tree, or the unsettling feeling of ghostly hands that seem to nudge volunteers deeper into the grounds, the robots respond with nothing but bafflement. Their sensors detect no unknown organic presence afoot.




III. Ritual





Islanders who chase those mysterious shadows may find themselves particularly drawn to a structure that lay deeper within the ruins, beyond where the robots have made the most progress. Three sets of crumbling, moss-covered stairs join to form a central platform, which - despite the overcast skies - seems to emit a soft glow. Those who step onto the platform may begin to hear a quiet, compelling voice, which urges them to be free of their inhibitions and to offer their energy to the spirits to be multiplied hundredfold. Visions of naked bodies in the throes of carnal worship dance before the eyes. Those who are especially spiritually sensitive - or perhaps, just lucky - may feel as if possessed by a consciousness that is not their own, and that consciousness is filled with a burning sexual desire.

Leaving the platform is an option if alone, but the intense and overwhelming urge to seek companionship will persist until an Auspicious Act is completed. Those who are fortunate to be joined by company within the temple will feel compelled to worship right then and there, no matter the risk of being seen. Within the walls of the temple, Eros energy is enhanced such that any erotic act - big or small - will be enough to break the spell.




N A V I G A T I O N



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Samata Mahto | Original | ota

[personal profile] les_magique 2020-10-19 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[Samata is a grad student from a fantasy universe where D&D Sorcerers site their genetic talent for magic as a sign of their divine right to rule and so form aristocratic families that rule the land. During her grad project to develop a functional prosthetic arm (she lost her left arm from a magical accident at a party), discovered a way by which someone who isn't a sorcerer can use magic and became the world's first Wizard. She is very passionate, clever, and brave, but also short tempered, arrogant, and lacking in foresight.]

-1: rust-

It was not long after Samata washed up on the beach, and she had had a chat with the robots about what was up and that was a lot of hot nonsense, but there were some thing that could NOT wait. She hadn't even dried herself off yet.

Samata had found a table somewhere, and had laid out her prosthetic arm on it so she could wash the salt off of every single goddamn piece before it started to rust. With how run down everything looked here she HIGHLY doubted she was going to be able to do proper repairs later, so that meant doing proper maintenance now. She was quietly grumbling under her breath the whole while about everything from existential worries to itchy clothes.

-2: Tentacles!-

Samata WAS curious in the ancient ruins. Most of her life she had heard of such things only as setting for far off stories of adventure and romance. So of course she had to investigate them. On her way, however, she got cornered by a tentacle plant.

She'd tried to create a shield, or to teleport herself away, but the plant had gotten her hands first, so she couldn't do the necessary gestures to cast any spells. Now she was just kind of hanging by her wrists while vines wound their way slowly under her clothes. One of the tentacles had a bite mark on it and was hanging back, which is why nothing was stopping her from letting loose a truly impressive stream of cursing. "-with the fleas of a thousand camels you hear me!? Your mother ate raw garlic and onions for dinner! If your neighbor's sheep got the pox, you would be the first person he accused! You'd make a buzzard puke! I hope birds shit on all your flowers! I hope-"

And so on and so on and so on. Maybe someone help her out before she loses her voice entirely?

-3: Worship?-

Eventually, she made it to the ruins. She was slightly uncomfortable with the whole temple, which had nothing to do with the churches of Istavan she had grown up with. The god of magic and law and order certainly wouldn't have frescos in his places of worship that looked like that.

But...she was also powerfully curious. Recent events at home had started to leave her questioning her faith, which had never been particularly strong in the first place. She climbed the stairs to get a closer look at what she was looking at, and with each step, new visions of writhing bodies and moans of ecstasy filled her mind...

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Maybe all those stories about pagan devils that just want to tempt you into the ocean and drown you were true. But...she was already here, and she wasn't anywhere near the ocean right now. There wasn't even a pond! What's the worst that could happen?

Maybe she should find someone else to help her find out...
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[The string of colorful curses he hears is what brings Giyu on the scene. His blade is drawn for this very reason. To take care of the dangers found around the ancient ruins. He wouldn't hesitate to strike down this strange plant monster. Not a demon, it was something else entirely but his finely honed sword skills would cut the vines freeing the woman from their grasp. Hopefully she would be quick to realize she had been released and can land on her feet.

He isn't focused on her but rather on finish up the job. It's might be mobile and have a far reach but in the end it is still a plant that can be hacked away at and he does a fine job at it. It's quickly over but it should dawn on her that he won't be offering her his hand if she had fallen to the ground. She wasn't hurt after all.]


Stay alert.

[And he is going to begin walking expecting her to follow.]

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expedience: ᴋʏᴏᴜᴋᴀᴛᴀʙɪʀᴀ @ ʟᴊ (♕ CONFIDENCE)

Schneizel el Britannia | Code Geass | OTA

[personal profile] expedience 2020-10-20 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
🐉 Dragon's Matchmaking;

[ 1) So, while Schneizel isn't exactly one for doing menial tasks or labor the little dragon he's found himself in the company of is. So he'll definitely put the little beast to work by asking it to pick up some food for himself or whoever he might be rooming with.

But once the tasks are done...well the matchmaking commences?!

2) Should you be in the general vicinity of the prince he'll be unceremoniously shoved into your person with a mild noise of surprise. But it's short-lived as Schneizel bows. He's also like 6'7" so his tall lanky ass will definitely apologize for almost crushing you. ]
My apologies. It would appear this little one wants us to meet. May I ask your name?

[ He will offer a hand, an apologetic smile on his lips. And that little golden dragon behind him will let out a happy little chirp as Schneizel's smile remains ever present. ]

🏛️ Ruin;

[ He'll be found wandering the ruins with curiosity and intrigue. Given what remains unknown in this place there's a lot to be explored here, isn't there? The sudden nudge of those ghostly hands and the flickering vision of a shadowy figure in the trees have him turning on a heel, facing you, or whoever might be in a similar predicament. ] Did you by any chance see or feel that?

[ He might look up towards the trees momentarily before refocusing his efforts on the path ahead. ] It seems it wants us to continue further in. But curiosity has been known to kill. [ Schneizel??? ]

But without risk, there is no reward, hm? Shall we continue further in? [ He don't even give a fuck. ]

🔥 Ritual;

[ Being drawn to the central platform is not beyond Schneizel either. Dealing with ruins of this nature is not something he's entirely familiar with but he knows the power that they might hold within them. While not Geass this feeling is a bit more...carnal in its nature. The desire and need for sex are certainly there and driven by the temple's powers only make it more so. So if you're on that platform or moving to leave Schneizel might catch you by the arm or wrist and drag you into a slow and consuming kiss. This is not his first time around so he's definitely experienced in the act. ] Would mind...indulging me?

[ He might have a firm grip but if you say no he's more than obliged to let you go. ]

Wildcard;

[ ooc; If nothing suits your fancy make up a prompt or hit me up via PM or on plurk at [plurk.com profile] pathogenic!! ))
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ritual

[personal profile] hashira 2020-10-20 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
[They always maintained distant, always out of reach and no matter how many steps forward he took or how fast it seemed he would never reach those shadows but he was cautious enough not to be easily led stray or too far into the ruins. Perhaps it was the state of the place that made him deem with steps unsafe. It didn't seem the same consideration was taken by others. He had taken it upon himself to try to warn anyone who went to far. There ahead it seemed he had missed someone. He follows and his hand extended to reach out to stop the man only it is taken a hold off. His eyes widened in surprise at the sudden contact finding it uncomfortable but he didn't consider the possibility of what was to come next.

Even as the man's face drew closer to his own, as his eyebrows knit close together, slowly turning away only finding it mildly odd as he pulled back at his arm. Then their lips would touch and it's then he reacts. A hard shove is given against the blond's chest and he takes a step back. He is free from his grip and the question that now is presented is ignored.

He is tense, his stance a bit off balance as he is unsure of how to processes what happened seconds ago. That's not something he is prepared for. He takes a few soft breaths calming himself before he addresses the stranger.]


This place isn't right. Follow me. [The irrational behavior he takes it not to be the norm but maybe he doesn't really know. But if there is danger he won't allow this very odd man to fall to it.]

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ritual;

[personal profile] calcitrants 2020-10-20 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ ignis is not immune to this sudden, intense feeling of carnal desire roiling deep in his chest, unbidden and unexpected -- his first instinct had been to leave, immediately, before he does something he'll likely regret.

images of lovers twined in mutual pleasure are seared behind his eyelids, rousing uncomfortable instincts and desires, but plans for his quick departure are pleasantly thwarted when he's caught by the arm and pulled into a kiss by a 6'7ft handsome blond man who very clearly knows what he's doing. ]


Ah --

[ the kiss is unexpectedly sensuous, searching, eroding the last dregs of his self-control and good sense as his own similarly carnal desires direct him to respond, parting his mouth to slide his tongue against the stranger's, an arm sliding up to loop over his shoulder. ]

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knightmaking: (still not caring~)

ruins

[personal profile] knightmaking 2020-10-20 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
I told you once before already, archaeology isn't my strong suit.

[ A familiar reply from a familiar voice, what are the odds of that? About the same as running into your old boss, Lloyd supposes, and he can't be sure if this is luck or an incredibly bad idea, considering where everything fell at the end.

Still, Schneizel isn't wrong. No risk, no reward, was it? And so rather than keeping his distance, Lloyd finishes cleaning fog off his glasses as he turns to answer him. He sets the pair back on his nose and offers that typical irreverent smile of his when presented with something that isn't, you know, a robot.
]

Is the reward for trekking into a pile of rubble with you worth it this time?

[ Last time they lost a whole knightmare! ]
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zenryokubatankyu: meanwhile im going to stay up all night and color my dick with markers (I believe I believe I believe I believe)

ritual (if you don't have too many for this already ^^;;)

[personal profile] zenryokubatankyu 2020-10-20 01:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Of course he'd gotten to the central platform. There'd been steps up to a big platform and those usually spelled treasure, and Osomatsu was greedy by nature. He climbed up the steps, stepped onto the platform--and immediately his mind was filled with oops, can't show that in a can't-show-that-in-a-potentially-holy-place-of-worship-maybe! images.

By which it was meant dick-sucking, grinding, fucking someone, getting fucked...he had a pretty crass mind as is, so this platform was just making things worse. He swallowed to a dry throat, and he grimaced as he tried to leave. Okay. Maybe go home, handle this problem, it's really hot but he can make it back to his apartment, he thinks--

And that's when he notices someone there he didn't before. A blonde, really attractive looking guy who gets him by the wrist, and his face is already heating up--]


H-Hey, y'probly shouldn'--mmm...

[The guy drew him into a kiss. Oh. Oh. His entire body tensed up, but he was immediately receptive. Trying really hard to not be too receptive. He didn't expect anything here, but--when their lips part, that question comes out.

And all he can manage at first is a wheeze. Because hello, this guy is a flat-out 10?! A 100, even?! And he's, like, a 4? At best? That kiss felt pretty real, but he's not discounting the possibility that his lewd mind decided to conjure up a guy today to be the subject of all this. Experiment a little while he's this level of horny. But he manages an answer after that wheeze.]


...Not at all if you want me to, sir...

['Sir'. Well, he had no idea who this hot blonde guy was, but literally everything about him showed that he was weak at the knees.]

Just tell me what you want me to do?

there is never too many >:3

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Matchmaking 2!

[personal profile] mcvillain 2020-10-20 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[He was beautiful.

Entrancingly so, as it wasn't often he had to look up at anyone. But he looks up now, eyes sharp, noting those impeccable manners and that smooth smile. It was almost like staring into a mirror and it bothers him a bit, though not enough to ignore the man outright. Quite the opposite, he feels a strange infatuation, brought on by the cheeky dragon.]


McGillis Fareed.

[McGillis takes that hand, shakes it firmly. Clad in his military uniform, the assumption of rank was obvious.]

It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

[And he tips his head, curious, anticipating their name in return.]

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[personal profile] pussy_whip 2020-10-21 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
Ichigo, cut it out!

[ Ann can't help but sigh dramatically as the strawberry pink dragon behind her pushes her along, tiny wings buzzing with the effort of keeping its rotund body airborne. It chirps as it gives her a surprisingly firm shove--right into another person!

A somewhat terrifyingly tall person, in fact!

She opens her mouth to apologize, but Schneizel beats her to the punch with a sweeping bow. ]


Oh! Uh... it's fine, really! My dragon is just as much at fault, so I'm sorry, too.

[ There's a second of hesitation before she sets her hand in his, but the guy seems nice enough, right? ]

I'm Ann. It's nice to meet you.

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wildcard

[personal profile] arosetowar 2020-10-23 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
[She doesn't make a habit of watching the new arrivals breach the ocean, but this time she's already by the beach when they start appearing and it becomes impossible for her to look away when one of the faces rising above the water immediately strikes her as being familiar.

Her heart and her stomach drop to the bottom of the ocean like stones, as if he had dragged them down himself to rise out of the water, but she holds firm where she stands waiting by the edge of the beach where sand meets grass. She'll continue to stand there while he orients himself, watching while the robots greet him. If he approaches her afterwards, then she will not budge until he's right in front of her; otherwise, she'll take the initiative and make her way over to him. Regardless, once she has his attention, she simply says:]


Elder brother.

[Yep, that's the whole greeting. That's all he gets. Someone's feeling a wee bit extra guarded around him. Golly gee, I wonder why.]

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Troy Dantes | Original

[personal profile] lakan 2020-10-20 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
Dragon's Matchmaking:
[ Troy took his awakening here in stride. Despite coming here straight from his first vacation coming back to his hometown on Earth, Troy would be lying if he said he wasn't a little excited by this surprise and new adventure. He arrived with no weapons other than the enchanted escrima sticks that was granted to him by a new friend he had made in his return home, and he didn't even get the chance to give it back to her.

Seeing the dragons being cute and helpful has distracted Troy of his thoughts of home, though. Flocking to him, Troy laughs and humors them with their errands. Acting like a big brother babysitting a bunch of kids, Troy happily goes around town with little dragons around him, delivering lunch and other goods to apartments. But Troy is doing his job efficiently; knock on the door, give the stuff, and leave. You know, like a normal person. So the dragons thought of something to spice things up...

Whether it's a knock on the door or a clearing of his throat, Troy would appear, shirtless and carrying whatever it was the dragons were meant to deliver to you! ]


Let's face it, a half-naked delivery guy is probably not the weirdest thing you've seen in this island.

[ He nods and says casually, leaning against something like it's no big deal, chuckling at his predicament ]

Wildcard:
[ I was gonna make one for the Ruins scenario, but I got lazy and didn't want to overdo it. But hey, I'm open to whatever scenario you want. Info and prefs in his journal, and I'm open to plotting! I can be reached @ [plurk.com profile] Oksy ]
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[personal profile] hashira 2020-10-20 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
Why would anyone want to be the weirdest thing here? You're strange. Get dressed.

[He barely blinked since he opened the door and his eyes are no longer on the shirtless man but rather on the packed lunch he has been handed. Clearly that's more relevant to his needs than a half-naked delivery guy spouting out nonsense.]

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dergins

[personal profile] arosetowar 2020-10-23 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
[Certainly, she's not expecting a half-naked delivery guy. Hell, she wasn't even expecting anyone to come knocking. So it's with a healthy blend of wariness and weariness that opens the door to said delivery guy and his fire-breathing fan club.

She'll take the package he's holding out, but she never focuses away from him, trying but failing to get a read on him and his not-so-normal circumstances. Frowning, she responds with:]


That depends on why you're not wearing a shirt.

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It's not, but I'll take it.

[Akane was undisguisedly delighted.]

So do they send shirtless guys to deliver lunches all the time? Because if so I'm gonna have to start ordering out more often. Do you want to come in? Have a drink?

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Lloyd Asplund // Code Geass

[personal profile] knightmaking 2020-10-21 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
i. dragon glass... making?

No, no, no, these are all wrong. I told you! Thin rims, clear glass, lenses about this size, see? Like this!

[ Lloyd is... having a time, still seated down on the beach and surrounded by several of the rotund little dragons.

He's miming out the shape of his glasses to them with his hands, trying to get them to understand what he actually wants. This has been a difficult task in part to the dragons not really getting he wants only one thing and not the ever-growing pile of other items growing on the sand around him. It also doesn't help that he's just no good at dealing with small creatures like these. As far as he's concerned, they're a nuisance at this point!
]

Glasses! My glasses! Not... these! [ He stops gesturing out the shape of glasses and picks up a pair of heart-shaped sunglasses. He waves them in the nearest dragon's face. ] These won't help me see at all! Do you get it yet? No? Oh, why do I even bother...

[ Yeah, those other items around him? Various attempts to fetch Lloyd a pair of glasses. There's sunglasses, novelty glasses, some actual pairs but most are lacking lenses or broken in one way or another. He must have misplaced his real ones after the whole washing up on the shore of a mysterious island ordeal. ]

ii. archaeology still isn't his thing aka ruins

[ It's less in the interest of helping the robots — who won't let him take a look at how they work, where's the justice in that! — and more out of idle boredom that inevitably had Lloyd wandering up the trail to the ruins. He makes quiet verbal notes to himself along the way, stuff such as, ]

...increased movement in the shadows suggests the ruins may have some sort of gas leak. [ He will not accept 'haunted' or 'ghosts' as an explanation, thanks. ] They shouldn't be sending anyone up this way at all if that's how it is. Those poor tin cans [ they aren't his and they won't let him work on them, so yes, he's being rude ] must have a faulty logic— GAHH!

[ But he never quite finishes insulting their programming. He squawks and leaps away, spinning around sharply in a whirl of white fabric from his lab coat. ]

Did... did you just grab me?!

[ It was a ghostly hand goosing him but whoever's unlucky enough to be close enough behind him is about to take that blame. ]

iii. wildcard

[ or pick your own poison, I can try and roll with anything. gen for all but only 18+ and m/m for anything leaning romantic or frisky in any of the prompts. ]
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glasses 🤓

[personal profile] 711 2020-10-21 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Buried in a mound of sand on the beach is a vaguely familiar pair of glasses. Suzaku plucks the pair out of the sand and dusts them off, turning them this way and that in an effort to jog his memory. He feels like he's seen these before. He feels like he's punched them right off a very, very familiar face before, but whose?]

...Lloyd?

[Nearby, a man is squawking at a small squadron of chubby dragons. Ah. So they do belong to Lloyd. Suzaku wanders over to him and offers his long-suffering engineer the glasses he's in desperate need of.]

Did you drop these, or were they taken from you?

[These dragons are awfully helpful by nature, but a few of them are... well. Troublesome and inclined to play pranks.]

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Satoru Mashita | Death Mark

[personal profile] markbearer 2020-10-21 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
Dragon's Matchmaking

[Well... after dealing with spirits and seeing robots here, it shouldn't be surprising that dragons are apparently real now too? And at least they're not as bad as ghosts, or debatably robots who wants strangers to bone down in this place, so at least Mashita seems to be regarding the little dragons with some amount of interest.

... Namely, this one that has breathed out a few sparks of fire out a moment ago, but is now being stubborn as Mashita tries to get it to do so again. Is it in bad taste to try to get a dragon to light a cigarette for you because your lighter was ruined from being dropped in the ocean earlier that day? Probably, but that sure seems to be a thing Mashita can be caught doing here... at least, until the dragon starts trying to matchmake him or some shit. But what's the likelihood of that happening?]


Ruins

[A "spiritually important place" you say... well, Mashita isn't particularly happy about coming to a place like this. But when you've lately taken up a living having to make sure your spirit sympathizing friend partner associate isn't getting killed by a ghost, it's probably a good idea to investigate this place anyway just in case, even if it turns out there aren't any ghosts around.

And at first, that does at least seem to be the case, mostly just tentacle plants trying to grab at him that he bats away with some annoyance, but the second things start getting sketch in the form of monsters, or ghostly hands, Mashita is drawing his gun as he gestures for whoever is close by to move away from wherever the threat is being sensed.]


Unless you wanna potentially end up dead, you should probably get the hell away from this place.

Ritual (Potentially NSFW if someone can get him onto the platform)

[Oh great, the ghosts/shadows/what the fuck ever here are horny too. That's exactly what Mashita needed today.

Thankfully, he didn't step on the platform, at least not yet, but given the amount of uh... noises coming from that direction the closer you are to it, it's easy to guess what's happening. Which is why if he sees someone starting heading towards the platform, he's quick to throw out an arm to stop them.]


I wouldn't go that way if I were you. The top of the stairs seems to be messing with people a fair bit.

[And despite the ghostly hands still trying to nudge him into going up there too, so far he's... still doing his best to ignore them, but who knows how much longer that will last given that they've already gotten him to come this far at least. He's never had a resistance to spiritual influence as strong as say, Yashiki or some of the other Mark Bearers that had visited the mansion...]

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Ritual

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[ Who are you going to call? Someone else! But unfortunately, Yashiki is the one to hears talk of spirits causing trouble so of course, he is quickly heading toward all the commotion in order to find out exactly what is going on.

It doesn't really surprise him when Mashita throws his arm out to stop him, but he still lets out a sigh. Like the man is being unreasonable. ]


All the more reason to go, don't you think?

[ He recalls how Hiroo acted when she was possessed. To leave people in that state, he just can't do it. ]

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Rocket Raccoon | MCU | OTA

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Arrival:
That feeling of his insides stretching through a straw? Yeah, he'd felt it before. Planet hopping, Quantum Realm nonsense? Guess it prepared him for this.

What he wasn't prepared for was the invading flavor of seawater attacking his tongue and the grit of sand covering him. He coughed, staring down at the saturated beach below before he put effort into shoving himself out of the muck. Ugh. He felt like something he'd pull outta the ship's filters after they went diving through a swamp planet's atmosphere. Or something Groot would throw up. Either way, it wasn't pretty.

Rocket sat back, eyeing the robots holding shit out to him. He had a feeling that these tin cans weren't gonna be helpful on the info front. He swiped the towel and the bracelet, scrubbing himself down while he looked over the thing. "At this point? Sure. Not gonna bother asking you walking trash bins. I can figure it out."

The Dragon's Matchmaking:
Okay, so, plenty about this place was weird. He wasn't here to debate that. However, Rocket had to do a bit of a double take at the really persistent flying puffballs. Sure, he'd seen all kinds of things out in the universe, but most of it was either immediately annoying, deceptively beautiful, or something that needed a shiny new hole in its head. But these things? They were kinda cute with how awkward and stupid they looked.

He'd have been fine thinking that and leaving it be, but then the little thing kept smacking into him. Swatting at them proved, uh, ineffective. Kinda seemed like it was smacking him in a direction. Either he rigged up something to vaporize it... or he let the little thing push him towards whatever the hell it wanted. Ah, what the hell. Rocket sighed. "Alright, alright, you're gonna give yourself a concussion, you little freak. I'm going, I'm going." And go he did. Where? Who the flark knows.

Ruins:
Danger and compensation? How could Rocket say no? He'd leave the flower arranging and heavy lifting to someone who liked that kinda stuff. But, monster slaying? Oh yeah, Rocket could do monster slaying.

The raccoon scrambled up the bark of a tree right next to the edge of the ruins, stopping on a branch with a good viewpoint. He tested how limber the limb was with a few gentle shakes. Sturdy, good for a perch. Rocket whipped out his blaster, twisting its midsection to help it telescope out to its full size. Alright, ya nasty little vermin... Where are you?

Ritual (NSFW):
Fuckin' shit... Rocket's tail twitched erratically as he stumbled away from the altar. He'd been trying to catch up to that shadow thing, but now, he couldn't think straight. All those bodies all over each other... Normally, that stuff didn't bother Rocket, but, he couldn't get the image out of his head. And he wanted to be apart of the image.

Damn it, why were his pants so tight right now?

The raccoon steadied himself on a pillar, huffing out a tense breath as he tried to adjust himself. C'mon, Rocket, focus! You're a goddamn Guardian of the Galaxy, not a little, not a little slut... You wouldn't just whore yourself out to... to... fuck... His fingers kept working against himself and... Yeah, adjusting himself wasn't much of an option anymore. Rocket pressed his back to the stone and just let his hands do whatever they wanted. It wasn't enough. Fuck, what he wouldn't give for someone to show up right now...
zenryokubatankyu: as someone who receives the middle finger daily, i have the authority to state that using both hands is superfluous and absurd. doesn't help (But jealousy jealousy jealousy)

Draaaaaaaagons

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[Osomatsu, in sharp contrast, was bolting after a little red dragon.] Ryuuuuu~! Wait, wait! [Oh. Right. He'd decided he'd adopted that one. It was cute, it was friendly, and it wanted to take him...somewhere. He wasn't sure where, but as long as he had someone to stick around with, it was all fine. His desperate need for companionship had kicked in already.]

Jeez, you're way too fast!!! Wait up!!!

[That's about when he nearly ran into someone when 'Ryu' abruptly paused.] Who--hoaaaa. Sorry! Nearly ran into... [He looked down.] y....ou. [...Was that a badger? That was a badger, right? A badger walking on two legs all human style wearing human clothes. That's silly. He's vibing with it, totally.]

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barret wallace | final fantasy vii(r) | ota

[personal profile] ecocentric 2020-10-21 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
arrival
[Groggy and out of sorts, Barret braces himself on his good hand and stands, with some effort, trying and failing to wipe damp sand off his pants and top. He jolts a bit in angry surprise when one of the bots hovers near him, and almost snatches the dry towel offered to him. There's something tucked into the folds of it, a bracelet that falls into the wet sand under his feet, which he has to crouch down to retrieve.

He feels as nauseous and disoriented as he is genuinely confused, made moreso by what the bracelet reveals, and observes these surroundings with narrowed eyes.]


Shit. Where the hell am I? [a delay, then:] Hey!

[This is barked at the robot who had just handed him a towel. It turns to regard him blankly, and he motions widely: first to himself, then to the bracelet.] Well? You gonna explain anything?

[He is left with no answers that satisfy him, and seems to be getting increasingly frustrated.]


dragon matchmaking
[He's still wrapping his head around the bizarre absurdity of this place, trying to get used to the open sky over his head again instead of that goddamn pizza, when something else strange happens: one of those roly-poly little dragons takes a liking to him. He at first tries to shoo it off with his usual bluster, but he's not made of stone, and...

The thing's kind of cute. Reminds him a little of one of Marlene's stuffed animals, and while it isn't what he'd call helpful, per se: he doesn't really need the help it's offering, it causes him no trouble. At least, until it decides to grab ahold of his sunglasses and goes floating off with them, moving a lot faster than those little wings should allow it to.

It's singing too, some birdlike trill that makes him feel oddly off-balance. It's by the grace of it being so adorable that he hasn't lost his temper, and instead is calling to it in the way you did a stray cat. The whole pspspsps and everything. Does he look and sound ridiculous, this huge intimidating man trying to gently coax a small fat dragon back to him? Probably. But there's no one around, at least he thinks. His toughness cred is fully intact.

... Until it becomes apparent that the little dragon is leading him to someone, eventually dropping the glasses right between the two of them. Barret clears his throat, awkwardly, embarrassed at being caught at this but not wanting to make this evident.]


'Scuse me.

Those are mine.


ruins
[The fog gives everything an eerie, otherwordly cast, as if everything wasn't otherwordly enough in this place. The ruins, he thinks (hopes), affords some promise of discovery, if not security, but he's not the type to sit around idle and safe, waiting for things to happen. If the 'bots had no idea what the hell was going on out there, then chances were there was something to be found that they hadn't bothered getting around to.

Going in deep enough and he's started to get the creeps, however. He's not jumpy, not really, certainly nobody's coward, but the third time he sees an uncannily human-shaped shadow dip in and out of sight, its accompanied by something wrapping around his ankle.]


What the hell—

[He realizes what it is before real panic sets in: a vine that winds a playful path up his calf. Unsettled, he yanks his leg away and stomps down on it until its crushed completely underfoot.

Then a nudge: gentle against his back, makes him whip around, his gun-arm drawn and pointed at...

Nothing. He doesn't see shit.]


That's enough, now! This shit ain't funny! [His voice is booming, deathly serious.] Come on out, or I'm gonna make you come out!


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[anything not listed above is game. ota for gen, anything nsfw, my preference is characters 20+. very basic kinklist + prefs in journal, if you're unsure about anything feel free to ask. any questions, suggestions, comments, etc. can be PMed to this account.]
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arrival, oh no!

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[Rude lives nearby. That's the only reason he's even passing by the beach at the moment. Sometimes he'll see people wash up on shore and offer them water or food--no explanations though. Some become violent when they don't get the ones they want.

He sees someone and considers approaching, but he gets a strange feeling like that lump of human looks familiar before he gets up, and as fate would have it: The leader of a small sect of Avalanche and him with nothing but a fishing pole. Maybe he has grown to complacent here lately.

Rude wants to slink back into the sand path he stepped out from but with the way the sun is shining and likely reflecting off his head, it's impossible to pretend he hadn't seen him. At the very least, there's only one of him, and he's a bit confident he can manage the big guy on his own.]


Want to come with me? I have to catch dinner, but I can explain more to you about this place if you don't shoot me.

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jaylah — star trek aos

[personal profile] thebeats 2020-10-21 06:30 am (UTC)(link)
i. fresh off the boat, only someone forgot to bring the boat

[ For someone struggling with a nausea that challenges that the feeling which had once come on when she was hurling towards a planet in a questionably repaired spaceship, Jaylah leaves the water seeming relatively sure footed. When the robot approaches, she holds a hand out for the towel as if it were expected, scrubbing the damp from her face and eyes, before wringing out her long ponytail into it.

She licks her lips of what remains and finds the water salty, and files the thought for later that this likely isn't useable as drinking water. Even after being freed of the planet Altamid, she can't shake the urge to view the world with the eyes of a solo scavenger. It feels like she might need to make use of those skills yet again, completely uncertain of how she got here besides that it was by sea, and she takes a moment to scan her surroundings. Since it had been given to her, she figures the bracelet valuable enough to hold onto now and investigate later, and pockets it.

Without looking back, neck still craned to see what she can beyond the stretch of beach, Jaylah holds out the damp towel for the robot that had so generously provided it in the first place. ]


I require another of these.

[ When it's not taken from her, she turns to find that the robot left her not so long after delivering that small welcome package, and she's holding a towel out to someone completely foreign to her. Her sharp eyes focus on the stranger, shrewd and critical. ]

You are not the electronic man who just helped me.


ii. small and insistent tiny creatures, who may or may not be edible

[ When one of these clumsy creatures had initially bumped into Jaylah from behind, they’d found themselves at the wrong end of her weapon. It’s instinctive for her to reach for it, but she does not act once she sees the cowering ball of scales and goodwill that she’s spooked. For a long moment, she holds the modified quarterstaff exactly there, making sure it doesn't change it's mind and attack, before replacing it onto her back. ]

Well. What do you want?

[ It doesn’t prove capable of speech or do much else to prove it was intelligent enough to have understood her, though it does begin to nudge her again once it gets past the initial scare she’d given it. Curious of this small beings intentions, Jaylah permits it to guide her. She walks slowly despite its insistent nudges, and stops just on the inside edge of what can be considered polite personal space of whomever the dragon had been directing her to. Once she's found her place there, she stands with her hands on her hips and does not move even when she's bumped again and again by her new little friend. ]

This...

[ She looks down behind her and, nope, no matter how much she stares at the creature in question, she does not have a word for its name. ]

Thing, I do not know why it acts this way. Is it yours?


iii. on my way to ruin your day, and other fun words that rhyme

[ Exploring the forest comes more naturally to Jaylah than the unfamiliar city, and she puts her chances in uncovering what she can in such a place. There, she's quick footed and sure of herself, near silent amidst the trees when she wants to be. By the time she discovers the line of glowing mushrooms, she's already come across a few things that have tried to give her a hard time, and only one which succeeded in barely doing so. It had been quick enough to get past her guard, leaving her with thin line of bright blue blood across her cheek that she left to dry as she dealt with it. The cut was not so deep, and she'd forgotten about after the fight that followed.

A ways down the mushroom guided path, a robot unexpectedly pays her for services rendered in killing the beasts as she had, and Jaylah cracks a bright grin at the news. She hasn't had need for currency in years, but she knows of it and has come to understand that it has value here, so she sees monster-slaying as a valuable opportunity.

Still, going about this alone has been a little too reminiscent of her life before the Enterprise came crashing down all around, but that feels an easy fix. So, hello, to the very next person she sees, you're up to bat. ]


You there. [ Jaylah approaches confidently, coming to stand with her head cocked and arms crossed, her own blood on her face, and that of the monsters speckling her hands and arms. ] We should fight together.

[ It's actually not intended as a threat. But it kinda sounds like one. ]


iv: ruins part two, sexy boogaloo

[ There are strange forces that lead her here. Of that, Jaylah is sure, having been aware of the shadows at the edge of her vision since the first one had come around. They're curious things, but certainly posing no threat, and Jaylah was compelled to follow them forward into the ruins. It's an interesting place, worth exploring even without phantom hands encouraging her towards it, all the way up the steps and onto a platform that seems important.

It's a nice place to be, reminds her a little bit of the chair in her ship-turned-house — the captains chair, she'd later learned, with it's clear view out the window and into the sky beyond.

Centred between the sets of stairs, Jaylah takes a seat where her foot can dangle over the edge of the platform, another planted on it with her arm curled around her knee, looking for all the world like she owns the space she's put herself in. Ghostly nudes celebrate their bodies around her, the visions of them flashing in and out of sight, whispers on the edge of her notice telling her that she was right to have come here, that she belongs as a part of this, that she should let her guard down and join in.

So she listens, gets up to shuck the entirety of her clothes into the middle of this grand platform, feeling that's somehow the place for them. She's never been in a place to know shame before, and Jaylah certainly isn't about to start feeling it now, so she repositions herself at the edge of the platform, sprawling out comfortably with knees spread wide.

Whomever walks in is due for a hell of a view. ]



ooc: so this is a definite voicetest without guarantee it'll stick. Sorry I've not go a permissions up yet, this journal is still on its baby legs, but OTA for gen, OTA for minor violence, OTA 18+ for smut.
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theriomorphism: (Casual lean - Waiting 1)

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[personal profile] theriomorphism 2020-10-21 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
[For his part, Lucas has been mostly ignoring the little bobbling dragons, if one can even call them that. He thinks of the dragons of lore from his home and wonders what they'd think of one of these little things. It was like the chihuahua version of a dog. When they got a bit too persistent with him or seemed to want to take something he was using, he gave a rumbling growl that ended in a hiss until they backed off. They were persistent, but he was a cat, and cats did what they chose, not what others wanted.

At this particular moment, Lucas was lounging on the edge of a crumbled wall, watching the dragons bounce around and harry new and oldcomers alike. The new faces stood out to him, their scents lifting up to tickle his nose as he sorted through the varieties. Human. Alien. Something with fur. Female. Male. Neither, or was that both? Metal. Scales. Skin. The flash of white caught his eye, and he looked to see one of those flying scaled balls seeming to be bossily harassing someone around. Someone new. The white stripes on her face reminded him of something primal. Zebras. Tigers. Snakes. Her coloring was striking, and she seemed to be being pushed nearer. He heard a trill from behind him, and another of the dragons seemed to be chattering to the one directing her.

And then, there she was, looking up at him expectantly from where he sat a few feet from the ground. A tip of his head at her, a long slow blink as he considered, then a smile as he shook his head.]


Can't say any of them belong to anyone. They just showed up recently, but that seems to be happening a lot. Giant chickens, geese, cats... and now these little buggers. I presume they have an agenda, but as I don't speak dragon or lizard or whatever they are, one can only guess.

[Though, considering what everything in the city seemed to be directing them towards, he had a pretty solid guess in mind.]

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ragna the bloodedge — blazblue

[personal profile] aramasa 2020-10-21 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
ARRIVAL

God damn it!

[Behold: a grown man throwing a shit fit on the beach. He wobbles upright like a newborn fawn and immediately tumbles face first into the sand, his legs tangled up in seaweed.

The loud cursing and general grousing continues as the man flings his red jacket onto the sandy stretch and shakes the grit from his shirt. No matter how many times he shakes it, more sand continues to spill out of it.]


A beach? Great. Just great.

[Clearly this man is having the time of his life. Still tangled up in seaweed and lying in the sand like a beached whale, he eyes the first passing stranger he sees and demands their attention.]

Hey, you! Help a guy out!

THE DRAGON'S MATCHMAKING

[How many times had Ragna insisted to the dragons that he didn’t need help? How many dozens upon dozens of times did he (politely) tell them to fuck off?

Apparently, Erku’s friendly little helper dragons can’t take just bring me some water and scram for an answer. Oh no, apparently, they’re of the belief that the permanent glower on Ragna’s face is something they can fix.

They can’t. In fact, the awful man in question keeps giving the dragons that waddle up to him a push in the opposing direction, because frankly? He doesn’t want to be bothered. The moment a passably friendly-looking stranger happens by Ragna’s stretch of the beach, he’ll pick up a half dozen of the chubby things and attempt to deposit them in the unsuspecting stranger’s arms. What a jerk.]


These yours? Take ‘em. It’s past their bedtime.

[...it’s midday.]

RUINS

[Ragna is easily suckered into the robot's menial tasks. He fells aging trees with his blade and plucks stubborn weeds from the soil, but what he doesn’t do is approach the once-hidden temple that lies at the end of the path.

Ominous fog? Fuck that. Eerily glowing mushrooms? Fuck those too. The plants that make a grab for Ragna’s ankles are all easily dodged, but it’s clear to any curious onlookers that this man is terrified of something. It’s written all over his face, and the minute a hand alights on his shoulder, he lets out a horrified squeal before swiveling around, and... ah. It’s not a ghost. God damn it, now he’s blushing up to the tips of his ears.]


You scared the shit out of me! [Ragna’s voice remains several octaves higher than it should be.] Would it’ve killed you to, y’know, say something before grabbing my shoulder?! I thought you were a gh- a gho—

[Goodness, is the big scary anime man afraid of ghosts? Yes, yes he is.]

WILDCARD

( hit me! ragna's a sourpuss but he'll cut the bullshit for cute blond girls who look like his little sister and cats, of course. ota for shippy/smutty shenans.]
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[personal profile] pussy_whip 2020-10-21 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The passably friendly-looking stranger happens to be one Ann Takamaki, and she already got her arms full, man. A strawberry-pink dragon sits perched on top of her head, trilling like a songbird while she carries another caramel-colored one in her arms. ]

Oh, no. The ones I have are enough, thanks.

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rey. — star wars ( ota )

[personal profile] perhaps 2020-10-22 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
arrival.
( never before has a new arrival pulled out of the ocean looked quite so much like a drowned rat, weighted by the soaked drapes of her usually flowy clothes, now pinned to her body. the sand isn't new but the waterlogged ears are, so as the robots give her the basic rundown of the situation, the conversation on her end is mainly filled with rey going huh? and what? and say that again.

eventually, and with enough shouting, she gets the basic gist of it, though even parted from the robots, she looks far from satisfied. find a sand coated jedi digging through the beachy shores of the ocean, apparently on the hunt of something pretty important, by the looks of it.
)

the dragon's matchmaking.
( unruly little critters are not unknown to rey, who seems resigned to let a particularly fat dragon sit on her shoulder, working a pretty annoying crick into her neck — every time she tries to shoo it away, though, it just plants its big butt back on her, and she's stuck in a perpetual loop of insistent dragon activity. by the time someone crosses her path, rey's been worked into Quite The Mood, relieved in part that the dragon finally lets up and gets off her.

only so far to nudge her into the nearby person, though. with a shove and a surprised yelp, rey goes colliding into them.
)

Ah! Sorry. ( apologetically, she gets up to leave — except the dragon pushes her again, back towards the stranger. ) What's your problem? Leave me alone.

( again, she'll try to leave, and get pushed again. you can see how rey keeps getting stuck in these cycles. )

wildcard.
( byop. feel free to message me if you have any questions! )
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Arrival

[personal profile] theriomorphism 2020-10-22 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Lucas liked the beach on his own, but once he found there were new arrivals, he was drawn there to see both if there was a familiar face for him to see or what faces there were to see. He considered himself grateful that when he'd arrived, it had been in the hospital with the Augur's little robotic helpers instead of waking up underwater. Hands in the pockets of his cargo shorts, he strolled along the beach as he watched the newcomers straggle in and get handed towels and given those half-assed explanations by the very unhelpful helper bots. Scents were noted and filed away, but it was the digging in the sand that drew his attention to one particular person.

Female. Young. Determined. All picked up by nose and the fact that she had a certain look on her face as she dug through the sand as if looking for something specific. Coming closer, he stopped about ten feet away, making sure the sun wasn't behind him as he spoke, because really, curiosity was just in his bloody nature.]


Lose something?

[A question, nothing more, nothing less. Survival instincts told him that one does not stand between a female with that look on her face and whatever she wanted. Not if one wanted to live or keep one's male parts in one piece.]

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Allen Walker | D.Gray-man

[personal profile] likethelight 2020-10-23 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
⛧ Arrival ★

[ Being no stranger to strange things, strange places, trauma, and bizarrely unfortunate luck, Allen had actually been taking the whole thing in stride rather well.

Being shoved off the boat into the Atlantic by persons unknown only to find himself suddenly not anywhere in the Atlantic? Disturbing but not that far out of the realm of Weird Shit he's lived through. Greeted by robots? Horror, and he may have gotten more than a few bad flashbacks, but accepting that with incredible skepticism and wariness, sure.

Eyes starting to glaze over as they went over the situation with him in cheerful monotone while handing him a towel? Well yes, who wouldn't. Although interjections of "excuse me, what?" and "ah— pardon?" only become a bit more feeble the more they get into detail. Just because... haha, what? Are you serious? No way, he must be drowning. Gross, why would his dying brain come up with something like this.

It was fiddling with the bracelet they gave him and stumbling upon the app. That was the final straw, really. Or at least the moment when it became clear enough to be just a bit too much bullshit in one day for him.

That's why someone might find themselves very nearly being clocked (accidentally) in the head with bracelet that's been flung to Points Not Cared About with just a bit more force than is necessary. If they look to see where it came from they'll just see a sopping wet boy in a long black cloak, who seems to be muttering under his breath and stomping off rather aggressively. ]



⛧ First night / Dragonses ★

[ Anyone who knows Allen Walker would not be surprised to find him accompanied by a small, round little friend with wings.

That would not be this little friend, however. Discovered (or that discovered him) while he was poking around some of the buildings in a mix of curiosity and dejection, there is a small—ball? of seemingly a golden dragon who has been tailing after him for a while now while serenading him with trills and the occasional squeak. It even brought him a pebble at one point, as proud as hunting dog retrieving the finest trophy.

It was a little perplexing.

But endearing, and honestly the most welcome kind of companionship when seemingly stranded on a island where everything else seems hung up on unspeakable things. Especially for a lonely boy used to always having a small, curious sort of constant companion.

It's why he can be found with, yes, a dragon on his head and sitting atop a large rock outcrop near the beach as the sun starts to set, having apparently not decided on another place for the night and just seeming to be lost in some somber thought as he watches the sun set with his new companion. It seems caught between mirroring its newfound friend's attention on the glowing orb... and chewing mindlessly on the tips of his hair. At least until it overbalances, and tumbles into his lap with a squeak. ]


? [ You know, that actually gets a smile from him. The first he's managed to conjure up all day. A maybe it'll be okay kind of smile as he picks the little thing up. It gives a wriggle, seemingly overjoyed with the reaction. Love!! joy!! companionship!! It did a good!! It hiccups a small burst of flame and smoke in its excitement; it's quite cute.

The cuteness is also entirely lost on Allen, as he stares down in some dumbfound horror with his now-singed bangs. ]



⛧ Ruins / Forest ★

[ Paid menial labor is still paid, and nothing he isn't (very unfortunately) used to. It's also both a productive distraction and seems as good a way as any to find out more about the situation and how to get out of it. And so he (and occasionally his scaly new friend, who gets distracted and seems to come and go at random) can be found clearing debris or moving whatever heavy objects the robots direct him to.

His coat's been left draped over by some rocks. If he had sleeves they'd be rolled up but since he only has a sleeveless undershirt, but since he does not they aren't. It shows the rather strangely red left arm he has, with intricate and almost tribal markings on his shoulder starting at the bicep, but it could just be a very strange sort of solid tattoo, and would seem to be partially covered by the white gloves he's insisting on wearing anyway despite the work.

Although whoever has been tasked with clearing the area with him might notice how he stops rather suddenly, seeming to stare off into the misty forest. ]


Did you hear something?


⛧ Ritual ★

[ There is a very good explanation for what is about to happen.

Namely, he had no idea anybody else was already here. Also, he had no idea what here even was. Why, do you ask, did he miss the telltale signs that something was wrong and ended up smack-dab in the middle of a situation he would normally have avoided like the plague anyway?

It's because he fell in from the roof, obviously.

No, seriously. Whoever might have come in the normal way and found themselves near the altar, and who was probably ready to leave if they had any sense to them, might hear a scrabbling sound high overhead, and see some dust and pebbles begin to fall as they're knocked loose. Which wouldn't be that unusual; there's holes in the ceiling where light streams in, anyway.

What is unusual is when several of those stones give way suddenly, with a piercing... yelp? No, that comes from the boy now plummeting towards the ground, off-balance and seeming to about to land very poorly.

But there's a flash of light. Quick, eclipsing him in white-gold, and making it hard to look at for a moment. Streams of light shoot upwards towards the ceiling and seem to... tether? to the stone? But the light fades, and reveals instead a white-haired boy who seems to be wrapped up in an equally white, giant cloak that still glows faintly, feathers of light falling slowly around the altar that seem to come from its fluffy cowl.

And who is hanging suspended from the ceiling by what seem to be ribbons from the cloak that have wrapped around him. Tangling him up but having caught him just before he hit the ground, and that cradle and almost seem to brandish his splayed left arm; the hand of which would seem to be a wickedly large, but also delicate-seeming claw that gleams with the same sort of warm light.

It's a strangely beautiful as much as it's a little unsettling. Oddly, and in an ethereal kind of way. And under other circumstances, could almost be a breathtaking sort of thing.

The actuality is far less flattering. ]


Ehe... [ Have a very sheepish, upside-down smile. Give him a moment, the effects of the chamber are lost to him at the moment due to, you know, superseding importance of a near death experience. ]

Hello?


⛧ Other / Wildcard ★

[ Hit me with anything, I'm down! PM, SleightsOfHand#7916 on Discord, or [plurk.com profile] SleightsOfHand for plotting/etc.

For anything spicy, Allen is 16 and a willful, stubborn prude. And currently 10000% likely to (hilariously) throw the brakes on literally anything that tries to go anywhere. For the forest prompt, any encounter with any of the possible things is golden.

This boy is dumb but painfully well-meaning. Please be friends with him or troll him mercilessly. :') ]
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[The island was very mysterious. Nike could not help find herself transfixed by its natural and spiritual beauty. It reminded her greatly of her childhood home. Fog included. What was the only difference? Her family was not responsible for it. There were no echos of music transversing throughout the island.

The only echoes she could feel were those beckoning her to travel further into the island. To ignore the ocean and obvious pleasures in favor of following the trail of glowing mushrooms. The ruins were just the next step, the shadows were showing the way, and the feel of ghostly chill hands to go deeper. The tug she has been feeling ever since her arrival was relentless. Whatever, or whoever, was leading her to the moss-filled stairs and platform was desperate for attention.

It was one she was willing to offer. Willing to listen, willing to feel, and willing to understand. What can she do to help? How can they be purified?

As she wondered, it will not be long until she overhears a hypnotic voice asking her to be freer, it was the only way to offer her energy more naturally, to allow it to multiply to greater heights. Was this what the spirits needed? Energy? Did it need to be purified? Just as she links her hands together in prayer, breathing deeply, allowing the voices to grow louder by lowering her own defenses, and as she was about to sing her rain song -- she was struck with a sudden array of images!

At first, it was difficult to make distinctions because it was all a blur, but she could overhear.....strange moans. It isn't until a sharp one was heard behind her that she was finally able to see through: a bare woman was suddenly straightening her back, moaning loudly, and simply put was covered in sweat and seemed to shine. A soft glow will be over her body. A man was under her, hands on her hips, supporting her. Another moan will be heard elsewhere with another woman using the wall for support. Bare as the first figure, the skirt was lifted further over her hips as another man was moving in unison to her. Another moan will be heard, except it was male. The moans, the glowing images, and the heat of the situation will leave Nike at a loss for words.

More like her face was now in the brightest shade of red while her eyes open wide, cutting the connection of whatever she had seen with an unexpected feeling of...irritation, anger. Was there smoke flowing from her head?

NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE!! SHE IS OUT! THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR HER! A TRUE PROFESSIONAL IS NEEDED TO HELP PURIFY THIS PLACE! SHE AIN'T ONE! JUST A TRAINEE AT BEST! IF ANYTHING IT FEELS SHE WAS BEING TURNED INTO A FOOL! NOPE NOPE NOPE!!

Nike could not help grumble everything as she attempts to make a run for it. The pull was still present. Her lips felt dry while her mouth felt....like it was watering, arms crossed to shield her chest and rapidly beating heart, and the warmth was felt most in her cheeks but elsewhere too. What the hell did she just see!? IT WAS EMBARRASSING! SO SHAMEFUL! SO...SO...

A piece of pebble will land on her head. Ow. Nike will head away from wherever she was because it was not just a pebble that was falling on her but dust as well. An odd sound soon followed which was more than enough indication something was wrong! Nike will run further away from the platform, looking up after overhearing a new noise: a yelp! The sudden flash of light will catch her attention the most. What was happening? It reminded her a little of the glimmering light of those she had seen in her vision. She will swallow a bit especially when it reveals a boy all in white majestically falling from the sky. Something bewitching has just appeared before her, it left her dumbfounded enough to not make an attempt to summon the wind to help blanket the fall. Instead, she will watch as the white....cloak had suddenly grown long enough ribbons to stop its own fall. Her green eyes could not tear away, not when....it was so....]


B-Beautiful...

[Her arms will tighten around herself as she felt another spark of energy surround her. Something was wrong. It almost felt as though there was a bizarre presence inside of her. Similar to the one in the Sun Kingdom. It was gripping onto her consciousness. Tearing her open with tremendous force, it was extremely difficult to remain aware. Was she dreaming this....? Ah, she needs to move, check on them especially when they just greeted her. It was more than enough to sway her heart.

Green eyes will begin to lose little focus as the voices were now beginning to feel and sound more enticing. Taking a few steps towards the sudden beauty before her, she'll realize that....]


Y-Y-You almost scared the dress off me! [The once holy dress that reached to cover beyond her knees has now shrunk to a short dress barely reaching it.] I almost thought you were going to die! What would you have done if you had!? How will you make it up to me, huh? How would you have taken responsibility for leaving this world without giving me a name!? You know how traumatizing it'd had been if someone so beautiful would've just died without giving me a chance to admire and become friends with them!

[As she yelled out her annoyance, her dress will continue to shrink at an alarming rate, as though it was being devoured by invisible forces. It was clear she was far into the lecturing to notice anything.]

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[personal profile] hare_faster 2020-10-23 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
00: Arriving on Scene
[Emerging from the waves, Harriet slicked back the hair that been forced flat by the water getting it out of her face as she shook her head. Her uniform was soaked, so as a robot approached she went ahead and pulled off her fast knuckles as well as the top and wrung it out before accepting the towel. Flicking the bracelet a bit she gives it a look, some kind of modified scroll?

Might as well see what this place had to offer. As soon as she finished toweling off. She didn't recall what the mission was, but she wasn't going to be doing anyone any good if she was weighed down with a soaked uniform and chafed thighs.

Heading for one of the tents she was at least thankful that it probably wouldn't take that long for the uniform to dry if she laid it out.]

02: Ruins
[Of deft hand with monster slaying, Harriet wasn't one of the top operatives for the Atlas military because she was a slouch. And after waking up wet, she needed to burn off a little energy, so what better way getting a work out in and taking care of some monsters. Stretching a little she checked her gear before getting ready to head out.]

Sure you're up for this, I can go solo if it's too much for you.
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[ An Atlas uniform was the last thing Qrow was expecting to come across on the shores of Erku, and to see that again after all these months put the cold dread right back into the pit of his stomach. The thing wasn't big enough to belong to James, and Clover was already here, which meant this one belonged to a soldier he wasn't necessarily on good terms with.

On closer inspection, he could peg it as an Ace Ops uniform. The small size and custom design had to mean the latest from Remnant to wash up on the beach was...

What was her name, Heidi? Henrietta?

Qrow looked from the rock the damp uniform had been laid out across, to the nearest occupied tent. Time to be The Better Person, maybe. ]


Knock knock.

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Taiyang Xaio Long | RWBY

[personal profile] better_goodbyes 2020-10-24 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Arrival: Beach Front


[Washing up on shore Tai found himself coughing up water as he crawled out of the waves and just laid out on the beach. His head was swimming, trying to recall just what he was doing, and why the heck he would have been at the coast. Even if Patch was a pretty small island, he'd been on a mission hadn't he? Sitting up he rested his elbows on his knees, caught off guard when the robot came drifting over with a towel. Atlas tech, but they'd pretty much recalled everything hadn't they?]

Thanks.

[Taking the towel he stood up and went back to the edge of the water to wash off a bit of the sand. Getting most of it he started drying off as they offered him the bracelet.]

Dragons: LoveDaddy on Lonely Huntsmen

[So of course Tai would take to the dragons, more than happy to have a few of the little guys around. He'd been following one along that seemed rather insistent, drifting along behind him and headbutting in the back each time he stopped.]

Alright, alright, just where are you trying to take me?

[Drifting around it let out a little trill before stealing the armband around his arm. This was starting to be as bad as dealing with the girls when they were younger.]

Give it back.

Ruins: Working up a sweat

[Tai had been glad to help out, he'd need to earn a little extra to help get settled in. So he could be found helping to move some of the rocks out of the way, as well as clear some of the vegetation. In a way, it wasn't much different than trying to work in the garden, well except it was more clearing the way for a garden than tending to one. Of course, it helped that he was able to help deal with the monsters and plants that tried attacking along the way as well. Reaching the ruins he wiped a bit of sweat from his brow as he glanced over at the person that had joined him.]

Not a bad workout, but I could something to drink.

Ritual: 18+

[The shadows had caught Tai's attention, and there was no way he was going to leave the area unsecured, so he followed them. It seemed that they were just a little faster, but he managed to keep up for the most part. However, they managed to lose him when he stumbled upon the stairs.]

If we're playing a game of hide-and-seek, you usually let the other person know.

[Walking down the upper set of stairs he paused when he reached the platform looking around. At first, he ignored the whispers, just a bit of paranoia right? But after a moment there were the visions, things that reminded him of nights from long ago.]

Things are starting to heat up more than I expected.
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Arrival

[personal profile] waswrongtoo 2020-10-24 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's time for new people to be showing up on the island, so of course Summer's here doing her best to help. It's bad enough to suddenly show up in a new place out of nowhere, but when you're just immediately greeted by robots shoving towels and bracelets at you with little to no explanation...

Well, the new people need as much help as they can get.

But of course there's another reason she's down here. A little mixture of hope and fear, that always lingers over her as the newcomers make their way onto the beach. And when she sees a familiar mop of blond hair, her eyes widen and she turns to him. Is it...

A beaming smile appears on her face as she gets a good look, and with a cheer she runs over.
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Tai!

[And it's time for a full-on, all-powerful Rose hug. Like mother, like daughter, after all.]

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kate fuller | from dusk till dawn

[personal profile] crucifixes 2020-10-26 10:32 am (UTC)(link)
𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈.

( kate doesn't actually know how much time has passed since her arrival here, but she hasn't made it very far. the voices of the robots still echoing blankly in her ear as she sinks into a clear spot on the sand, bracelet and towel clenched in either hand. her clothes are still soaked, strands of damp hair clinging to her cheeks and, while the water has gone a long way towards making her appearance a bit less gruesome, there's still a very large and very obvious bloodstain, stark against the white material of her shirt, surrounding what some might recognize as a bullet hole.

under (almost) any other circumstance, the appearance of these brightly colored...dragons? would thrill her. but her brain is still too jumbled to even attempt to deal with them.

so while they keep nudging her with their scaly little heads, forcing her to her feet out of sheer persistence, she finds herself turning to whoever happens to be nearby. voice thin: )
I don't suppose there's an easy way to call them off, is there?

𝑹𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍.

( there's something both unsettling and enchanting about the temple, and if asked, kate would be hard pressed to tell why she wandered inside it. a gentle push as if of phantom hands? or just an innate curiosity? her faith may be on shaky ground these days, but she's still the preacher's daughter.

cautiously she approaches the steps and, heart fast in her ears, calls out to you: )
Have you been up there?

𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒅.

( i'm good with absolutely anything, even if it's not already up there, so feel free to throw something at me. )
heavenlyflame: (022)

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[personal profile] heavenlyflame 2020-10-27 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ karen looks just as bedraggled, her usual curls tagged down by gravity and seawater and the sleeveless black dress on her figure starting to crust over with salt. not a great look, all things considered, but she seems in good enough cheer (at least outwardly) as she crouches down to hold out one hand to the cluster of dragons surrounding them. ]

Mm, maybe if we find something to distract them with? They're almost like little children...

[ overly enthusiastic, single-minded in their determination... she peers up at her companion, some of her smile fading. ]

Were you in a fight before you arrived here?

[ with a gesture to the, well, splotchy bloodstain on her shirt. sorry, but it's just very concerning, she has to ask. ]

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