TDM 006: SPECTRAL SPECTACLE

[erkumods]

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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[erkumods]

[spacedisaster]

So, can they keep the little dragunz as pets? inquiring minds wan to know.

nyx ulric | ffxv

[warpspammer]

[ ARRIVAL ]

[ at first, waking up suspended in water, having to kick himself to the surface and spotting a long, sandy beach, cloudy skies overhead - well, he begins to think that somehow, when he died, he was returned back to galahd.

but it becomes clear, as he drags himself to the shore, body full of aches and pains, that this isn't galahd. the thick fog is unnatural, and the scent isn't the same. the sand, too, doesn't feel right when he digs his fingers into it. so, not galahd.

but if it isn't, and he's not in insomnia, where in the six is he? his daggers are gone, but the wounds from the luci have faded - where his uniform is ripped apart on his arm, he can spot faint, silvery scars that have otherwise closed up. and, most importantly, he can still feel the thrum of magic in his bones, not the same as he remembers it but still there.

and, indeed, when he pulls fire between his palms to begin to dry off, it comes to him easily. but the sun has clearly risen, behind these clouds, and he's not ash.

nyx squints up at the sky, fire a writhing ball between his palms, and stays that way for a long time on the sandy shore, until someone approaches him or he gets moving on his own. ]

[ DRAGON'S MATCHMAKING ]

[ eventually he's given a bracelet and an explanation. being whisked away to help restore an abandoned island from sex sounds like... honestly, it sounds like some kind of weird kinky folk tale from back home. but this is his reality now, so he claims a hut on the beach that first night.

he wakes up to the sound of something outside. wrapped up in his couerl fur are his daggers, and on top of that is what he thinks might be a pufferfish until wings unfurl and little feet become apparent. it's some kind of fat, rotund dragon, smaller than his daggers. this one is a dark gold, scales shimmering in the light, and it chirps something at him before it offers a puff of fire in his direction.

he smiles, a little bit, and holds out a hand, letting flame alight to his fingers. the dragon seems delighted by this.

he ends up letting it sit in the hood of his uniform as he begins to explore this new place. it occasionally launches itself out, little wings flapping hard, to land on the occasional passerby and bite down on the shoulder of their clothes, trying to tug them towards nyx.

of course, nyx is quick to follow afterwards. ]

What are you doing?

[ his tone is chiding as he reaches up to grab the dragon in both hands, trying to dislodge it. to the person who's the subject of the 'attack', he offers a wry look. ]

Sorry about this one.

[ COOKING ]

[ after familiarizing himself with the island and it's offerings, he ends up gathering a few things. first, he finds a decent looking pot in one of the abandoned houses. then, he spends some time hunting down a bird-like creature and gathering some vegetables and herbs; some from the wilds, others from the greenhouse he discovered.

back outside the hut he's claimed, using one of his kukris, he cleans and carves the meat off the bird, tossing it into the pot he's set over his fire, along with some onion, tomatoes and garlic. as it cooks he slowly adds the spices; the scent of turmeric, chiles, ginger and cumin are strongest as he carefully minds the pot, adding water from time to time.

does the scent of a hot curry draw your character in? if they do, he offers a smile when he spots them. ]

I've got plenty, if you're hungry.

[ RITUAL (18+) ]

[ considering he's lacking any form of money - the handful of crowns in his pocket count for less than nothing, apparently - he's quick to agree to explore the ruins. he's grown up on islands before, and he has his magic and his daggers back. he feels fairly confident in his ability to explore.

whether he's going it alone or with a partner, he knows to trust his senses and he follows the shadows off the path, until they find the raised platform. he holds a hand out if someone's with him to hold them back, going up the platform first.

which of course means he gets the full brunt of the voices and the visions. whether it's because he's from galahd or the magic of the kings, it hits particularly hard, making him gasp out loud and falling to his knees, fingers digging into his thighs as he feels an intense wave of lust wash over him. ]

Okay. Sex magic, got it loud and clear.

[ he says it out loud, a little dazed, cheeks flushed. ]

[ WILDCARD ]

[ i'm down for any of the prompts, or any of the locations in erku as well, if you'd like find him taking advantage of the bathhouse, for example! if you want to work something out, feel free to PM me. nyx's info and kink list can be found here, and for ease i'm going to request 18+ partners for now. ]

cooking!

[justiceobjects]

[Apollo's out for a walk, keeping an eye out for sea glass or any other useful things that might've washed up on shore, when he smells... curry? At first he thinks he might be imagining things, but after a short while of following his nose it's easy enough to see the source further up the beach.

It's becoming more obvious that this curry wasn't the watered down, Americanized version that he's used to encountering. That particular combination of spices triggers memories that he thought long buried; of Dhurke cooking in the old cabins they were hiding out in, food that was labeled 'adults only' because it was too spicy for Apollo and Nahyuta to handle at that age.]

Is that Dalle Khursani?

[Apollo asks as he approaches the man, his tone one of disbelief. He doubted those particular peppers grew here, but that was the dish that used them, if his memories weren't completely off the mark.]

Stephen Strange l MCU

[drnotmister]

1. The Dragons:

For his gruff and snarky nature, Stephen Strange loves animals of all kinds. He just was never able to have any due to his work and the long shifts he pulled at the hospital. Since becoming a Master of the Mystic Arts though he'd been able to make up for it, welcoming stray cats and a couple of talking snakes into the Sanctum.

So as soon as he spots a dragon, Stephen is kneeling down and holding out his hand completely unafraid. "Hello there," he calls out in a calm gentle voice, "aren't you lovely."

2. Ruins;

Stephen stares at the temple ruins heart aching. Faith of any kind is important and seeing what must have been such an important place falling to pieces hurts him deeply. As such when the hands start pressing on his back, Stephen moves forward without much hesitation curious about the history of the place. He should be a bit more worried then he is, but even he has his moments of bravery.

1

[chaosmagicks]

(Wanda walks softly out of the bushes, a small gaggle of dragons slipping over her feet and circling her. Even as she walks, they never get crushed. They call out to the dragon Stephen is coaxing.

She recognizes him. She can't remember why.)

You are the sorcerer.

Garrus Vakarian | Mass Effect

[dextroaminos]

arrival

[ Ugh... waking up here probably wasn't the worst way he's ever found himself, but it's close. It doesn't help that of all the skills in which he's highly trained, swimming is nowhere to be found. Doesn't really come up when you're busy traipsing across the galaxy. At least he's got the current to help him to sure, along with the flailing of spindly limbs; it's a bit of an embarrassing display, but at least there's no one around to witness it- he hopes.

Garrus emerges on the shore coughing and sputtering, besieged by robots he doesn't recognize. Worse still, as they assault him with towels and slap a bracelet on his arm, none of them pay any mind to the barrage of questions he directs their way. Great. Add to that that none of his comm systems seem to be working, and his rifle is nowhere to be seen, and he considers himself sufficiently screwed.

So be it. For the moment, Garrus decides to take care of the most basic of needs. He settles on the shore and strips his armor bit by bit, trying his best to shake sand and water from them. ]

You know, just once it'd be nice to have a warning before my life gets blown to hell.

dragons

[ Garrus has been the proud owner of one of these roly poly dragons for all of an hour, and he's well and truly over it. At first, he had been at least mildly curious about the alien life form, almost glad to find something that wasn't human. Any interest he had was short lived, between its incessant squeaking and the way it constantly bumped and nudged at his shoulders, he's about ready to take the thing out-- cuteness be damned. He swats at the thing with irritation, but each time it manages to get the better of him. Which makes it all the more annoying. ]

Look, I really don't care if you're cute. [ He scolds the little creature as it settles on the top of his head, the sad excuse for a dragon oblivious to any impending danger. So to does Garrus seem oblivious to anyone who might be around to witness. ] It's time to find someone else to harass.

ruins

[ Finally, something that Garrus doesn't feel completely out of place doing. Sure, a forest isn't exactly his terrain of choice, but now that he's gotten his rifle back, he feels as at home as it's going to get. It helps that every still sizzling corpse he hauls back nets him a paltry amount of credits from these otherwise unhelpful robots. A guy could make a decent living this way, and it's not too far off from what he was doing before. Just, you know, less galaxy saving and more general getting by. So still not terribly different.

He's back out in the woods now, stalking between trees with his rifle held across his chest. Movement attracts his attention and he is quick to raise his rifle, but lowers it when he sees it's just a person. Not a threat... probably. ]

You should be more careful. [ He approaches cautiously, still not writing off that this could be some dangerous thing in disguise. ] It's not exactly safe out here, you know.

wildcard

anything else you're interested in? go wild. garrus is a bird-like alien species known as a turian. 20+ for anything steamy.

Ruins

[bitterfrost]

[Zichen turns at the sound of footsteps resppnding after a few moments of silence as he stares at the strange figure in front of him.]

That's exactly why I'm here. [A pause, gaze still fixed on Garrus, fingers on the hilt of his sword, his expression neutral.]

Raihan | Pokemon

[draude_sandstorm]

I heard you like Dragons so I brought Dragons for your Dragons

[It's been a day or so since he washed up, and it was... well, pretty confusing and wild. He couldn't get any calls out, and those robots were pretty clear that this place needed help. So while he was already ready to get home he can't really look away either.

At least some things are constant about ending up in a new region: new pokemon. Which is how Raihan now has like three or four of the cherub dragons with him- who are mostly playing with some much larger dragons(?), each about the size of a grown human man. He occasionally poses with one of the little dragons, the familiar 'click' sound of a camera going off as a phone(?) hovers in the air, moving around to get better angles.]

I'm thinking... probably fire and dragon type? Clever Clogs is going to lose her mind when she finds out I discovered a new pokemon!

[Though the little dragons can occasionally get away from the trainer to start nosing people over since he doesn't seem to need help in any other regard right now]

Ruins/Ritual (nsfw, possible exhibitionism )

[So pokemon are GREAT for clearing debris, especially a Steel-type like Duraludon. So Raihan could be found working hard, eventually stripping off his hoodie due to the heat- he's so busy he doesn't realize at first that he's been lured away... but when that urge rises up he quickly returns Duraludon to his Pokeball... his ace doesn't need to see this.

Of course, he never considers turning off his RotomPhone though. This wouldn't be the worst thing the phone has seen. It follows him, taking pics of the ruins even as Raihan lazily squeezes himself through his spandex athletic shorts]

Bloody hell... too bad none of the ruins back home do this, huh?

[His Rotom beeps in disapproval- neither noticing any company]

Ruins- Shut up, I have to

[mortidinally]

[Nor should they notice. Jasper may not be a ragabash but he can slip silently through the chambers, especially with so many spirits eager to be heard, to be answered. They're practically begging for help and he can smell the arousal on the other man.

Perfect.]

Maybe you just never noticed.

[Soft, smug, the glow of a cigarette blooming in the darkness ahead of them, just barely shedding enough light to show a bit of the long haired man's features, to cover for the near predatory gleam in rich green eyes.]

You should see this.

[And then he slips quietly around a corner into a much more well lit hall, moving with purpose, clearly he's been through here before, knows the way somehow.]

Hanzo Shimada | Overwatch

[yakiniku]

I. Arrival
[When Hanzo wakes up he feels hot and sticky. His eyes sting a bit, but when he tries to open them they burn even more, watering from the salt and sand sticking to his waterline and lashes. His hair has escaped from the tie formerly holding it in place and it too is littered with sand.

It takes him a while to push himself up, stand, and brush himself off. At some point he realizes it would make more sense to do away with his shirt instead of attempting to brush it free of wet sand. He removes it in favor of one of the towels being handed out by the machines.]

What is this place? [Yes, he's talking to you. Whoever you are. Whether you know the answer to his question or not doesn't matter because he's going to question the first person he finds with a pulse.]

II. Dragon Matchmaking

[These aren't the dragons Hanzo is familiar with. They are, however, very persistent. He's not sure what exactly they want from him, but it seems too ridiculous that they would mean any harm, so he goes along with it. Even if these aren't the dragons tied to his family's bloodline, they are still dragons and therefore should be respected.

If he were more like his brother he may try to pocket one of them to take home with him. Well, assuming he could get home any time soon. It's quite unlikely, but he's not terribly put out by having to stay here temporarily since his life these days has been moving from place to place and remaining on the run from assassins. Maybe this place isn't so bad.

Caught up in his thoughts he almost doesn't move aside fast enough to not hit the person being pushed right toward him by other little round dragons.]

Mind your step.

III. Wildcard
(Didn't like the other options? Hit me with a different scenario. I'm fine with anything. Hanzo takes some time to warm up to people, but that's part of the fun. Hit me up if you have questions or want to plot something. )

II.

[wingsofhonor]

How about you mind yours?

[Angeal grumbles a second after hearing the catty remark. To be fair, it's not entirely his fault that this happened. No, the blame lies with the little round blue dragon constantly nipping at his boot. While he prides himself in being something of a monster hunter as of late, Angeal doesn't recall seeing these little critters around until now.]

Call off your pets.

Relena Peacecraft | Gundam Wings

[sanc]

Arrival.

[ Well, washing up on a beach isn't the worst situation she's woken up in. This beats being drugged by a 12 year old at the very. Very. Least.

Relena's got her cravat and her hair bow in her breast pocket, looking fairly waterlogged as she walks with her shoes hanging off her curled fingers. She has been... kindly?... offered towel around her shoulders, trying to take in her situation.

Don't panic. Get your footing. Getting excited won't solve anything.

She'll have a good cry later once she has all her ducks in a row and she can let the stress out.

She pushes her bangs out of her face with her free hand and opts to march herself through the sand and toward the dilapidated buildings ahead of her. She just hopes she's not all on her own again. She's a little sick of it. ]

Dragon Matchmaking

[ At some point in her exploratory trek through the remnants of civilization, her ribbon had fallen out of her pocket and a clumsy little cherub had grabbed it, tried to give it to her, sneezed on it and half-burnt it.

It seemed pretty disappointed in itself even as it haphazardly snuffed the flame out on its own and placed it in her hands, so Relena, who is just a little soft for cute animals, can't help but take it into her arms as a temporary companion to show her forgiveness. She could use the company so hey, win-win.

It seems happy to go along with her, chirping and fluttering its little wings until it opts to flap off and encircle someone nearby. It's almost as if it's trying to herd the person.

Relena hurries over to the little dragon's target, trying to retrieve it. ]

Sorry, it got all wound up suddenly! I'll get it, just... give me a second. To catch it!

Ruins

[ Well... looks like volunteer duty. Relena's pretty sheltered, but she's long grown out of flinching over little things like dirt or blood. She's not exactly built for hauling or fighting things, but she can pull weeds! For some preliminary credits, she'll happily take some cuts on her hands and mud under her nails. She's got no where special to wear this suit any time soon, anyway.

She's right in the zone, hair pulled up into a bun with her half-burnt ribbon and her sleeves rolled up until she feels an icy hand press to the back of her neck. She sits upright quickly with a yelp and looks around quickly. More creatures? Or a person? She looks towards the person nearest to her, shifting on her knees. She doesn't want to accuse, so instead she asks: ]

Did someone come by just now...?

Ruins

[chamilia]

[Ilia has completed a couple of her squares, but she has avoided using them. She'd much rather collect credits from the robots by doing manual labor or helping when it's requested. So she's right there pulling things and using rope she brought from her apartment to tie up and lift some of the heavier stones and fallen trees. She doesn't have super strength, but she knows how to use leverage.

The girl pulling weeds nearby though looks like she's distracted. Ilia looks around.]

...No one is nearby? Maybe it was one of those dragons flying through.

ilsa • granblue fantasy

[demonsgt]

I. Dragons:
[ Despite her resistance in complying with any of this, Ilsa can’t find it in herself to be needlessly cruel to the cute creature following her. She’s watched with interest as other creatures matchmake around her. This is hardly the time for things as frivolous as dating, but she does have to smile a little whenever there’s an apparent successful match. Her cherub dragon has been fairly passive all this time, satisfied with merely tailing her as she explores what little there is to see around the city.

Until she’s being pushed towards a stranger with more strength than she thought a little thing like that could possess. ]

I don't have time for this crap! [ Annoyed sigh. ] But you are persistent, I'll give you that much.

[ Now faced with no choice but to address the stranger, she turns to them, initially looking very annoyed. Her little dragon begins to chirp and sing, and Ilsa’s expression begins to soften. It’s not this poor person’s fault. ]

This creature believes us to be a good match, despite knowing nothing about us.

[ It is definitely the little song getting to her that makes her more amenable to the idea, but she’s always been a hopeless romantic deep down, anyway. This stranger is rather attractive. Wait, why is she thinking about that? She doesn't care about appearances in a partner! ]


II. Ruins:
[ With the worry of her cadets back home wandering around leaderless, Ilsa throws herself into labor to make herself useful and temporarily push away some of those worries. She hacks away at a fallen tree with a provided axe. She’s always been the type of person to throw herself into her work, anyway. This isn’t the type of work she’s used to, but keeping herself busy comes naturally anyway.

As she finishes chopping up a batch, she spots someone looking a little too idle for her tastes. ]

Are you getting in the way on purpose, or are you doing your best impression of a tree?! Take this lumber back up to the temple ruins, before I chop you down next!

[ She unceremoniously dumps a pile of chopped up wood into your arms. Sorry, old drill sergeant habits die hard. She’s a little tense and may be getting carried away. ]


III. Ritual:
[ Ilsa explores the ruins cautiously, keeping Nybeth close to her as she approaches the platform. The visions make her step falter, her heart beating faster in her chest and her lips tighten, but she remains calm nonetheless. This island had never tried to hide its reliance on Eros energy.

Once she feels a shiver down her own spine, however, she stops moving. ]

So it's this powerful... [ She can’t decide if it’s better or worse that she doesn’t have backup. Her skin flushes pink and she comes to a stop.

The sound of footsteps make her ears twitch. She quickly draws her gun and points it in the direction of the sound. ] Who's there? Show yourself! [ Perhaps she does have backup to help her after all. Just not the type she’d envisioned. ]

(( or hit me with a wildcard! shippy/smutty stuff is OTA ))

ii.

[hashira]

[His eyes are trained on something far away, and intangible darkness. As he peers further into the shadows cast by the trees that line the area he hears the voice of a woman all too close. He had noted her presence earlier but he had not imagined she would invade his personal space and much less drop of batch lumber into his arms. It was a strange situation to say the least and for a moment he seems lost.

Didn't she know? He wasn't here for this purpose. His task was completely different but still he held on to it, not once had he faltered or shown a sign of weakness with no having to carry this load. It takes him a moment to speak up and correct her.]

I was not in your way. This is not the task I was assigned to.

Seteth | FE3H | VW post-game

[garreg_much]

Arrival:
[He's always loved the sea. The crisp salt-laden breeze, the reassuring rush of the waves, the way the water sparkles under the sunlight, the warm memories of happiness and home..... One way or another, he always seems to find his way back to it, the better to find his way back to himself.

Even so, he can't say he's entirely pleased to find himself underwater without so much as a by-your-leave. By the time Seteth flounders his way to shore, every scrap of dignity he's accustomed to has been washed away, leaving behind litle more than a muddy, drowned green rat. Ugh. He's too distracted scrubbing sand from his face to even question the new jewelry slipped onto his wrist--and by the time he can see, too busy staring at the robots in flat bewilderment to give it any real thought. They're not golems, obviously, and they're clearly not trying to murder him--not yet, at any rate. So what--? Why--?

Well, this may as well be happening. Why not? It isn't as though his life has seen enough upheaval as of late.]

I take it this is..... a common occurence here?


Dragon's Matchmaking:
Not taking no for an answer, are we?

[A tiny blue dragonling has latched onto Seteth's dust rag, wings buzzing as it attempts to steal it in the most one-sided tug-of-war he's ever seen. He had been hard at work helping to clean up this ramshackle apartment building; now he's just giving his new self-proclaimed assistant a bemused look, growing increasingly skeptical the longer it pulls. This thing is smaller than the rag itself, after all, what could it possibly manage to even do with it? Still, such a work ethic is commendable, he supposes. It at least deserves the chance to try.]

Oh, very well. If you insist on helping, you may as well work on what I can't reach. Understood?

[He lets the cloth go as the dragonling chirps in triumph--and promptly hurtles backwards as its momentum goes unchecked, on a collision course straight for someone's face. Are you just passing by on your way home? Here to help him clean? Either way, you may want to duck.]


Runs:
[As fussy about cleanliness and order as he tends to be, it's clear he's needed out here far more. Out where monsters prowl that should give even metal men pause, and tangled (and tangling) undergrowth clutches the tumbled ruins of temple walls. Of course, even those seem to pale in comparison to the cold, unsettled feelings that linger, when the shadows seem to fall in ways they shouldn't.]

Perhaps I'm misinformed, but our hosts no longer worship the gods this place was dedicated to, correct? Leaving aside the matter of physical restoration, do records of how to reconsecrate it even remain?

[Focus on the practical matters at hand. Think about what needs to come next. After all, he can't stab a spirit or shadow, can he?]


Ritual:
[While his domain is the earthly needs of the Church, Seteth is still a devout man. He knows quite well that higher powers exist, that spirits can linger. They can yearn, they can suffer--and perhaps they can be soothed and guided, given a sensitive enough audience and delicate handling. Isn't that the whole reason so much work is being poured into this restoration project, after all? To heal the scars that have been left behind, to rededicate this place to whatever god it once paid homage to?

Although he's guided deeper into the ruins readily enough, he's still wary, gripping his spear tightly and hesitating at the foot of the stairs upon sight of the platform's gentle glow. That sort of light typically means active magic of some sort, doesn't it? Why isn't there an altar here, if it's such a clearly significant space? He's not a magical scholar on par with Hanneman, not gifted enough to determine what it is at a glance--but he's not entirely sure he wants to get close enough to study it, either. Who knows what disrupting that sort of energy could cause?]

Has this enchantment been active the entire time? For a spell to be powerful enough to persist for centuries.....


Wildcard:
[You know the drill, this is here for different angles on the prompts or miscellaneous stuff the prompts don't cover. Hit me with your ideas, we'll figure something out. And this time, I'll attempt to remember that apps are a Thing.]

dergons!!

[reorienting]

[To see a cherubic dragon hurtling towards his face, Glenn's first instinct is not to duck, but to carefully catch it before it can collide into his face. Holding onto the little creature, a very faint, bemused smile curls his lips, and once he's sure it's ready to fly again, he lets it go.]

Be mindful, little one. Not all have reflexes like mine.

[His gaze slides up to Seteth's, the color of his irises flickering from the coloration of the dragon's scales to the color of Seteth's eyes, for a moment.]

Beg pardon. I did not intend to intrude.

[As if the dragon hurtling towards his face was his fault.

[That said, Seteth may notice that the stranger's clothing is more like a skintight one-piece of something, the material pitch black and glossy, and leaving very little to the imagination. With boots with thick treads and gloves that seem to have additional padding at the fingertips.]

hypnos | hades

[chthonicfatigue]

I. dragon tales

[Or: the free delivery of one (1) sleep god Hypnos to you, lucky winner, courtesy of a pair of cherub dragons. It's definitely a ridiculous sight: Hypnos in his big comfy cape blanket, floating(!) along like he's just lounging there, while two cherub dragons have the corners of his cape by the teeth and are pulling him along looking for someone to match with.

He was asleep when this mysterious dragon ride began, see. It probably made more sense to these little guys to haul him around like a floating mail-order dingus when he was still asleep, but he is awake now! Enough to wave at anyone who might look at this display long enough, particularly if you happen to be who the dragons drop him off in front of. He's still hovering in the air, though, don't worry about that.

Hello. This is happening. The dragons might even do a little loop around whoever they find, for flair. Hypnos sees absolutely nothing wrong with this.]

Oh, hey! You're new! [he is also new, but details] So funny story, maybe you can help me with this, I woke up just now, you know, not too sure where I am, and these guys were pulling me around back there, isn't that weird? And I thought, maybe this is a prank someone's trying to pull on me, but I couldn't figure out why anyone would send me all the way out here to do that, which, by the way, is this place bright, or what? Anyway—

[It is at this point that the dragons finally stop doing loops and deposit him in front of you, lucky stranger. He's just been talking. Anyway!!!]

Are these little guys yours? Thanks! Where are we?

II. spirit zone

[Hypnos stands out in this dreary ruin, if nothing else, being as very bright red as his entire getup is. Consider him a beacon for the lost and weary and specifically spirit-y, because that's what he's doing, even though, well... Well, he really does not have to do this here, anymore.

Old habits, and so on. The point is: he's floating just up the path, quill in hand, very clearly magic scroll floating in front of him, gesturing meaningfully every time he catches a glimpse of one of those shadows or feels the nudge of a spirit hand for said spirit to come here, please, thank you.]

Are you guys getting in line yet? Nobody goes further than this until I make sure everybody's accounted for!

[And oh look, an alive person!!!]

Oh! Hey! You can get in line, too, I might as well process everybody! I mean, technically no one's asking me to do this, you know, make sure everyone's information is recorded? But I'm supposed to be working on my working, haha! So let's get your details down so you can go up there and see that real eerie ruin, huh?

[what is your social security number]

III. an advice prompt for the modern era

[Or: It's another spirit one, but instead of making lists this time, Hypnos is just chilling out here looking at some ruins. He doesn't really get what the big deal is... like, wow, some people died? Probably? And??

Regardless, he is just out here having a boring time, maybe just close enough to dozing off before someone (it's you) gets spirit-pushed into this little area where he's loitering. That makes him startle awake, sputtering something and looking around hastily— oh!!]

Wow, did you just get tossed in here? You look like you've got somewhere else you'd rather be! Have you tried, like, not wandering around in mysterious ruins?

IV. etc

[u know....that wild life]

2!

[marmoron]

[ Look, man. It's bad enough that there are spirits around being creepy, Keith doesn't need this kind of questioning in his life, too. ]

The hell do you need that information for? Place is messed up enough as it is, it doesn't need you to be the IRS.

Ganymede | Olimpos

[trojan]

Arrival (1)

[ Drowning isn't really an option for Ganymede (not a permanent one anyway) so he's not concerned about that so much, it's the fact that he was in the water in the first place that has him knocked off balance. By the time he washes up on shore, he's not only confused and lost, but pretty much fuming. Especially with all the sand in places he doesn't want to talk about. ]

Ugh. Disgusting!

[ No offense, Poseidon. But some offense. Ganymede shakes his arms a little, trying to get some sand and seaweed off, coughing a bit before he looks up at his surroundings. ]

What is it this time? Apollo, take me back!

[ There is no Apollo though, just robots offering him the bracelet and the towel. Ganymede lashes out at them too. ]

I don't want that, take it away! [ Though, after a brief reconsideration and a glance down at the thin white material he's wearing.. ] ... Fine, hand me that.

[ He's a peach really. ]

Dragons! (2)

[ Ganymede can barely dress himself honestly, so the dragons probably pick him out as someone needing help right away. But they also seem to pick him as the consequence of helping someone else. For example, they have brought him someone else's lunch more than once, but he doesn't even really need to eat, so he sighs loudly. ]

Not again. This isn't mine! [ The little dragons stare at him with their big cute eyes, but he's not swayed. They should really help him though, he clearly needs a friend! Which is why the lunch is forgotten about, and he's nudged and coaxed all the way until he nearly runs into another person. ]

Would you cut it out!? I don't want to go anywhere! [ He glances at whom they've introduced him to. And narrows his eyes. ] Or meet anyone.

[ But the dragons stay. ]

Ritual (3)

[ And with no skills in fighting save for wielding a fancy dagger around, he's not much use for the major projects in the ruins, but he does show up. Because it really seems like this might not be a trick. That there might be more to this land than meets the eye.

There might be an ending.

How he ends up at the platform doesn't really matter, but he's here. These ruins don't look like Troy, but there's a certain familiarity to them at least. It's a familiarity that both sickens him and fills him with longing. He doesn't know how that works either. But it happens. Luckily (or not), the feelings are replaced with more of a carnal longing. This is a feeling he's not all that familiar with (despite what history says about him and Zeus). It's strange, he doesn't know if he likes it.

But when he goes to leave the platform, he finds that he can't quite step off of it all the way. Something calls to him, tells him to stay and that if he does, it will be rewarding...

Soon enough he's not even alone anymore, though he feels like he can barely register the other being with him through his hazy eyes and spinning thoughts, or the way his pulse pounds as it's not done so in eons. ]

I.... I I..... feel strange. It's hard to breathe. [ The voice urges him to be free— free of what? He's not listening to the rest. Just ... free. And he doesn't know the meaning of that word anymore. ]

Wildcard

[ Hit me up! Smut OTA. He is 18 physically (technically around 4000 something). He might be crau from tanagura, but I have not decided yet! So if you wanna work with that that's fine too. ]

3;

[zutsuki]

[The draw of the platform is strange, even after Tanjiro has forced himself off it once, and when Ganymede winds up up there and Struggling, Tanjiro doesn't think twice about taking the steps two at a time to get to him.]

[He's immediately very warm, and he hates that kind of a lot, but he reaches out for the blonde's shoulders.]

Hey-- hey, you're okay, there's something weird about this... Uh, about this platform.

thanatos | hades

[expiry]

i. here there be dragons (ft some draconic marvin gaye playing in the bg, maybe)

[Well, credit where credit is due: these dragonlings sure are persistent! Persistently annoying, that is. They seem drawn to Thanatos, dour as he is; one is always fluttering about his head as he explores this city, or perching atop the stupid scythe he's lugging about, and while he looks none too pleased, he's doing his best to pay them no mind. Really. He has practice ignoring, ah, particularly annoying individuals, you see, so if he just keeps pretending they're not here...

Except that dragons, as Thanatos is finding out, are not so easily deterred.]

a. [Having snagged the hem of Thanatos' chiton, this pesky dragonling is now doing its absolute best to drag Thanatos closer to... whomstever happens to be nearby. Enjoying some solitude? Well, too bad! This dragon (and its scowling prisoner) is zipping toward you, anyway, tiny wings beating furiously—and when it reaches you, why, it's so exhausted that it perches right atop your shoulder, or falls right into your waiting arms. Nap time... all while its claw still holds fast to the fabric draped around this scowling man.]

I... apologize. I'll take this creature off your hands.

[Is the dragon cracking open an eye? Watching this interaction before a single glance from Thanatos sends its eye slamming shut once more, all as it pitifully (re: dramatically) flops against this person already supporting it? O, woe is this poor dragon... so tired... please protect it...]

b. [Or maybe this dragonling is zipping toward you sans a god in tow? All so it can drop a small stuffed buddy into your hands before flying away. Cute! Less cute is the fact that, as you turn this rat over in your hands, there's a sudden flash of green-ish light—and Thanatos poofs into existence before you, eyeing you with evident displeasure before shifting his attention down to that aforementioned rat. Like appearing out of thin air is totally normal! Spoiler alert: it is.]

That doesn't belong to you. Why do you have Mort?

[Mort!]

ii. the ruins have eyes

[The sky is cloudy, yes, but it's still too bright for Thanatos' liking. He has his hood pulled as far down as it will go, so, you know. A tall, hooded figure carrying a giant scythe, moving so quietly through this forest it's as though he's floating just above the ground (because he very much is)—there's nothing spooky about that, right? Nothing worrying about that at all? It doesn't help that he keeps his distance from both people and robots, sticking to the shadows as he moves from here to there. Cool, cool, cool...

But if Thanatos spies someone a) wandering off the path and b) dealing with ghostly hands attempting to shove them back on it, he'll break his self-imposed exile to approach them. It's probably a bad idea to, like, poof right beside them, even if it would be more efficient; it's why he approaches slowly, instead. Carefully, all while those ghostly presences fall back, seemingly eager to avoid him. Hmm!]

Shades, [he explains, watching as yet another shadow in the distance ducks behind a tree.] With no one to guide them, I suppose they've... lost their way.

[He looks almost troubled by that, for a moment—but then he frowns, a quiet tsch escaping him as he glances back at this person he's helped? Scared half to death? Both.]

Inefficient.

[Anyway, bud, you good...]

iii. wildcard

[i am, as ever, open to anything... if these don't work for you/you really want to bone the surly god of death in these spooky ruins (ota 21+), just throw something my way or hit me up at tuchanka !]

it's durgons

[takeroot]

[Constantin is out and about minding his own business, you know, for once, but what he really wants is to catch one of these little butterball dragons. Look at them! Adorable! He wants five of them in his plant hell apartment at all times, which naturally means they only seem to want to zip over to him, drop trinkets on him and leave, so it is... going so poorly... woe is him.

At least until this very special butterball zooms up and flops uselessly into his arms, a very delightful stroke of luck. He doesn't really care that it's brought a big surly man along with it until he realizes, a few seconds late, that it is attached to him, which is... hmm. Funny?

Yes, kind of. Actually for sure, it's funny. He holds the very clever dragon against his chest and kind of turns away a little, like no, this is his now, actually.]

Whatever for? Has he done something wrong?

[lol... like rip somebody's weird outfit....]

giyu tomioka | kimetsu no yaiba

[hashira]

ARRIVAL

[The corps uniform was meant to resist water but it wasn’t completely impervious to it and having been completely soaked within the sea meant that Tomioka Giyu would find himself upon this mysterious shore a soggy mess. As he sat himself up sand would be brushed away with a hand before he feels for his sword. The sword no longer at his side, he had to confirm but he wouldn’t be alone for long before something came upon him.

Something that he makes sure to keep at a distance and he regards with wary and suspicious eyes. Not long there is another and while those things seemed keen on treating him as a guest, welcoming him, attempting to offer him a towel and something else he does his best to dismiss them even pushing one aside but he wouldn’t be left to his own devices until he finally accepted their offering and it’s only their persistence that got him to take everything offered. Then he was left to wonder. It didn’t take much exploring before he had his first encounter with the fog. Only two attempts were made to get through it before he made the very clever choice to move on.

Giyu doesn’t initially take to the idea of making any claims here although he saw the value in a temporary place of operations. So it was a matter of finding any unoccupied apartment, tent or whatever. And with small soft steps he would let himself right in.]

THE DRAGON'S MATCHMAKING

[He held the creature in his hands tightly, almost squeezing the poor thing as he looked unsure of what to do with it. It was persistent in wanting to remain near him. Nudged him at times to get closer to people and exchange a few words which for the moment he thoroughly refused to do so. One thing he was certain this was no demon, it was completely harmless even if he caught sight of a few being able to manifest small flames. And here he stood lost not knowing what his next move was or what to do with the thing he held in his hand but finally Giyu let it go.

It fluttered about until it set off to nudge him in the direction of someone nearby and then began the strange noise that he had finally understood it to be some kind of song. And the first thing he does in this moment of supposed romance is to pick up the small dragon and offer it to the stranger.]

Take it.

RUINS

His forte would come in slaying monsters as he can apply his skills from the corps in this situation. He hadn’t exactly come looking for credits but to give his help, and perhaps come to understand this land a little better but so far Giyu had no such luck. The purpose of clearing the forest was not known to him and in the end he couldn’t say no to receiving payment. It could become useful to him later.

And as he progresses through his work he ends up catching sight of the strange path. It’s tempting to follow, but ever cautious he is able to avoid the dangers to be found here. It’s only when he catches sight of the temple that he begins to comprehend the world done here.

And yet the more he progressed the more shadows that moved about and the presence of some unknown force seemed to reach out to him. While he can dispatch anything physical these others things he has no way to truly fight against so it was best he steeled. He would plant his feet firmly where he stood and spotting someone else trudging forward he would reach out for them with the lightest of touch to stop them and get their attention.]

Something is wrong.

WILDCARD

[Got any other ideas, I'll welcome just about anything, throw it at me.]

matchmaking;

[zutsuki]

[Or... not-stranger, as the case may be. Tanjiro would recognize that split-pattern haori anywhere, and he's approaching all on his own when Giyu's dragon catches wind of him. In the end the pillar extends the dragon to him as Tanjiro comes up on him from behind, and the straightforward near-demand from the dark-haired man has the younger slayer laughing.]

[He of course, reaches out to claim the creature anyway, scooping it under his arm as he's done with his own, who blessedly appears to be sleeping.]

They're a bit of a handful, aren't they? Have you been here long, Giyu-san?

Aphrodite | Hades

[paramounts]

A. Arrival
[Well, it's not the first time Aphrodite has come from the sea. What's jarring is that she doesn't remember how she got here in the first place. It's not by her power, as far as she can tell.

There's no better way to get some answers than to just get to it. If you have an unsecured tent, or room, you might find yourself with one (1) naked goddess poking around your belongings. Her long pink hair keeps her from being entirely immodest, but she certainly doesn't seem to have many scruples about just doing what she wants. When she hears a noise behind her, she turns and rises to meet them.]

Oh, you must be the owner of this lovely little hovel. [Said sweetly, without a note of disdain. It IS a lovely hovel.] It's so cute, I just could not resist looking around when I saw it!


B. Dragon Helpers 1
No, for the last time, Dearest, I do not have need of need that.

[It doesn't take long for her to claim a spot on the beach for her own. Made up of a tent, some pillows, and what is now a growing pile of clothes. (None of which are on her body, to be certain. She might be among the mortals now but she wasn't yet ready to start walking around like a human.)

The tiny rotund dragon makes a pleased squeaking noise before it drops it's offering – a sock, this time. Pilfered from someone else's goods, most likely. With a sigh, she offers the creature a brief scritch on the top of it's head, then watches as the dragon skitters off – in search of it's next offering, no doubt. At least it's cute.]

You there! [She calls out to the nearest passerby. She holds the sock up between thumb and forefinger,] Do you have need of a... fabric tube? I would keep it for myself, but it is quite potent.

[A boon. Of sorts.]


C. Dragon Helpers... 2
[Or perhaps you come upon the goddess later, when she has finally acquiesced to the little dragonling's wishes and put on some clothes. Perhaps it's a comically oversized t-shirt, or a tunic, or a single piece of armor (and only that), but whatever it is, it certainly looks like something that belongs to you. And when she catches you staring, she flutters her eyes, tucking fingers under her chin coquettishly. Unaware that she's wearing stolen clothes.]

Yes? Can I help you, Dearest?


D. Wildcard
[Anything is fine! I'm largely voice testing so I'm keeping it light/more shenanigans focused buuut she probably will flirt with anyone so if someone is particularly dtf a random goddess that could happen.]

B.

[marmoron]

[ Keith is walking around the beach keeping an eye out for any familiar faces when he's interrupted by a very naked lady. From the way he startles back a step, you'd think he hasn't actually seen a few of those before. ]

Okay, woah--

[ His eyes dart from her face, down her ches-- no, the sock, before finally deciding the safest place to look is the pile of clothes she's apparently collecting. ]

I can't help you with that. [ A beat. ] Is something wrong with all of those clothes?

zagreus (hades)

[emancipating]

i. make me a match

[ so like it's not always doom and gloom in the underworld? sure, there's a whole variety of monsters and stuff: numbskulls, witches, bone hydras, snakes... whatever you can think of, it's there. aesthetically, they're mostly hit or miss? zagreus wouldn't ever consider most of the gorgons cute aside from dusa, but whatever misgivings he's had about his father's wretched forces and this place are temporarily forgotten in the wake of seeing one of these little cherub dragons. ]

Hello, there. [ it's a tiny green thing, fat and round and chirpy, and zagreus is completely enamored as it flits around his shoulders and head. when it gets a little too close to the laurels on his head, he reaches up to catch it just in time, holding it in his palms. ] Hey, careful. Don't want you to burn yourself. I don't suppose you have an owner, do you? Are you lost, then? I guess that makes two of us.

[ eventually, the dragon decides it has zagreus hook, line, and sinker and takes off, flying a short distance in front before turning around and making sure that he follows, only to lead him straight to— ]

Whoa— [ you. zagreus manages to stop himself in time, skidding to a halt before colliding with whoever was in front of him as the little dragon chirps almost smugly, landing on your shoulder and looking at zagreus expectantly. ] Sorry, this little one wouldn't happen to be yours, would it?

[ he seems chill enough?? just like, ignore the dog skull pauldron on his shoulder and the weird, skull motif he's got going on. also do you smell something burning? don't worry that's just his feet. yes, they're on fire. yes, he's barefoot. ]

ii. ruin time

[ yeah, sure, he can slay some monsters for some credits? not that he really knows what credits are, but he's assuming they're some form of currency, like charon's coins or gems the shades are always collecting. so yes, he's an old hand at killing things and he'll be running around with his sword hacking his way through, sometimes with his pet dog backing him up. occasionally, he'll run into the wretches he's familiar with and sometimes things he's never seen before. like the sahagins? or those grimm things? wild.

either way, eventually he'll be found sitting off to the side of the path just outside the ruins for a break, leaning back against cerberus' side. the boons the gods had given him back home have spoiled him, but there's something nice about having a challenge again. more importantly, don't mind this ten foot tall guard dog looking at you suspiciously when you draw close enough, two of its heads swiveled toward you as the third remains on the ground next to zagreus. ]

Oh, hey, don't mind him. [ zagreus reaches up to scratch beneath cerberus' chin and the dog softens with a pleased whine. ] He's a good boy, aren't you?

[ now's your chance to slip inside while he's distracted. ]

iii. wildcard.

[ u know what to do. hmu if u wanna plot anything out or just throw something at me and i'll roll with it! ]

II

[mortidinally]

[Cerberus might be a little more on edge when, not far from where they've settled, a piercing howl rings out through the forest. A steadily rising call to arms, the threat of battle. But none answer the call and it is only a few moments later that a large dark wolf, nearly the size of Cerberus himself comes trotting down the path, splattered with blood and panting, seemingly quite pleased with himself. Before he stops short and just cocks his head at the other beast, his left ear pure white and drooping in a decidedly more domesticated way than any self respecting wolf would have.

Well. That's a big fucking Fianna.]

Mercedes von Martritz | Fire Emblem: Three Houses

[pathihavechosen]

[Arrival]

[The shock of waking up in water was enough to get Mercedes to kick to the surface. Her dress didn't make it easy, but she managed to make it, then used the waves to push her into the shore. It was much easier than trying to swim in all the layers.

Hitting the shore, she stands, gripping her skirts to wring out some of the water to make it a bit easier to walk. But then there's some sort of metal creation holding a towel and a bracelet, and she takes both, glad to have a way to dry off, at least somewhat.

Well, that's at least something. So she's going to wander until she finds a tent she can claim temporarily. Come say hello, Mercedes is a sweetheart (except to Lorenz.)]

[Ruins]

[She wasn't the strongest fighter, but she could help with healing, and some burning of debris if needed with her fire magic. So, she headed out towards where the robots were working to uncover the ruins.

When she does get out there, she finds out that there are some monsters and some injured people out there. Something she can definitely help with. Walking up to someone, she holds out a hand, willing to close up a wound on their arm.]

Here. Let me see your arm.

Wildcard

[Feel free to hit me up with something from the other prompts! Or something totally different! I'm just getting tired and brain not wording well.]

Arrival

[vegalthon]

[Once Oran is alerted to the fact that new people are arriving from the ocean, he can't help but rubberneck a little bit. He's been hoping to find someone he knows, but... well, he can't help but want to help those who look bedraggled and exhausted.

Mercedes is one such, so as she's tramping over the sand, he gives a wave.]

You look like you've been through the robots... would you like me to grab you a few more towels?

nam seonho | my country: the new age

[eolja]

A; (1) dragon friend

[the concept of anyone trying to Help Seonho do anything is such a rarity that it takes him like... a Minute or two to realize what these lizards(?) are doing, wow. He’s still somewhere on the beach, sodden and covered head to toe in sand, when the first dragon flies off in what he thinks is an attempt to lead him to a shelter. Maybe a lake where he can wash off all this sand??? Maybe to his death like he deserves…

Anyway onward he goes, peeling off his wet coat and shaking out the topknot in his hair, trusting in these dragons.

Only to end up staring at that same coat now thrown over the topmost branches of this extremely TALL tree where the dragons have lovingly left it to dry. Y’know, since seonho asked….]

That is... absolutely not what I meant by ‘the best way to get dry’.

[anyway now he’s just topless and staring at a coat that he’s sure will take him all day to get with roly poly dragons floating above him. is this sex island or just ‘make seonho’s life difficult’ island]

B; blocked, y'all are full of sin

[seonho is the least spiritual person he knows (even if he does go to the temple every year and do ancestral offerings but whatever…. God Isn’t Real and he knows that for a FACT(ish)) but there’s something about this mossy platform that’s just… like… giving off weird vibes.

Like sex vibes....... it takes him a moment to realize what exactly this central platform is for, and the expression on his face turns pale with something like pearl-clutching shock and also queasiness... because,]

Surely not -- here? [HERE?] Does it ever get... cleaned?

[everyone really be worshipping on this mossy stone platform? One of the roly-poly dragons (still tagging behind seonho because he’s a certifiable mess) starts flapping its little wings over the moss, intent on like getting whatever dust seonho has such a problem with out of all of those stone crevices.

Seonho presses a hand over his eyes like he’s waiting to wake up, then turns abruptly around in order to descend one of those staircases, hopefully... he doesn't smash (heh) into anyone,]

C; wildcard

[i WILL?? write a sinful starter because i am absolutely full of SIN (surejan.gif) so lmk.... i know it says 22 on his info post but he's 28 here from his current canonpoint!!]

i still don't (b)elieve you can sin

[lockedon]

[ Don't worry bud, even if some accidental smashing happens, your furry friend with a giant gun on his back's got you.

By which I mean—there's a pair of hands lifting to settle on Seonho's shoulders, steadying him in place lest they both trip and tumble down the steps to their untimely demise. ]

Watch where you're going.

[ The words are cool, but there's no particular bite behind them. They're simply meant as caution, and not a quick retorted insult. His eyes flick over Seonho's head and towards the dais, searching for anything that might have caused this man's sudden attempt at departure.

But....it's just empty. Weird. ]

Is something wrong?

[ Is Mothman back again....is he gonna have to cuddle yet another sad and suddenly lonely-feeling person.... ]

tanjiro kamado | demon slayer

[zutsuki]

[ooc; an important mention, Tanjiro is post-canon at the end of the manga, so there will be spoilers beyond what has been animated for this series! I will do my best to avoid specifics by request, but I don't wanna spoil anybody who's trying to avoid such things! Also, Tanjiro is seventeen due to his CRAU from Prismatica, so he is still under 18 but at least somewhat less baby, RIP.]

[ 00 . Arrival ]

[It's really a wonder at this point with all the times he's been tossed around in rooms and water and everywhere else that Tanjiro isn't prone to motion sickness. By the time he's washed up on the shore, covered in sand and drying saltwater, he's just kind of squinting at the sky, trying to orient himself without moving. Towels and bracelet device awarded, he manages to only cough up some saltwater and sit back down on the beach, still no less confused about where he was.]

[Should someone pass him by, however, he's reaching out to tap them, or tug their sleeve or some loose-hanging garment on their person to get their attention.]

Hi, um... Sorry, would you mind telling me where we are?

[ I. Dragon's Matchmaking ]

[He's laid claim to a tent on the beach, mostly because he's pretty firmly decided he doesn't like apartments, and a dark blue little dragon has taken to rolling its way in his business. He doesn't mind it, lets it hang around until it starts rolling into him, and eventually he winds up coaxed out of his tent and wandering along at the wiles of a tiny round reptile with wings that by no means are large enough to make it flight-capable.]

Really, little guy, I'm not sure where you're trying to take me.

[ II. Ruins ]

[He hadn't really tried wielding his sword since becoming a one-armed wonder. He's not sure of how useful he'll be, on that front, but he follows the path of mushrooms to the ruins anyway, being the naturally helpful thing that he is. He's not the most spiritual of guys himself, but he can appreciate a structure that was spiritually important to the original inhabitants of his new residency, so he's taking his time to appreciate the place as he goes. The first few times he's nudged along by the ghostly hands he thinks it's one of the robots ushering him because he's taking too long, so he scurries quicker, but then he starts to realize all the robots are ahead of him and leading, so he slows down further to trail behind and try and catch whatever it is that keeps touching him.]

[As someone else in the ruins moves past, he reaches out with his right arm to stop them, if permitted, or at least get their attention.]

...have you felt something pushing you?

[ III. Ritual ]

[He sort of wishes he could say this was a new concept to him. Carnal visions upon the center platform make him close his eyes and put his good hand over his ear, skittering off the platform and away, rattled. He's flustered, but not horribly so, and once off the platform he finds a place to sit in favor of warning anyone else who comes along.]

Careful-- um. There seems to be something messing with people's minds from that center platform.

i; i'm ready to be the weird uncle cr again

[occulti]

<sub>[ Another month, another.. weird instance where people are sloshing up on the beach. The second that Klaus gets word that people are appearing again, the second he's allowing himself to sober up from alcohol enough to not look like a complete disaster should the rest of his family decide to show up on weird kink island. The thought of Five having to deal with this place just makes him laugh, but he would like to see him, along with the rest.

The first person he ends up seeing looks, relatively young, but Klaus isn't too close to really tell. ]</sub>

Oh nooo. Ohhh, noooo.

_{[ He starts running in the sand, nearly tripping over himself. He's beauty, he's grace. Once he reaches Tanjiro, he squats down to his level, the remnants of alcohol making a distinct scent. It's specifically vodka. ]}

Hey, heeey. You're gonna be okay. I promise. It's just... oh my god.. you're young. You're young.

_{[ Then, to the sky: ]}

Why is it young people...!?

_{[ Sorry, this didn't answer Tanjiro's question at all. ]}

lio fotia / promare

[torching]

arrival

[ Crashing into a frozen lake and emerging from a body of warmer water doesn't seem to add up. Lio surveys his surroundings, fully expecting to be surrounded by trees -- instead he's washed up on a beach, soaking wet, and Galo Thymos is not in sight. And boy, he is not a happy camper.

He has a deep scowl on his face as he walks forward, only to be stopped by a...robot? A robot handing him a towel and a strange bracelet. He regards it for a brief moment before snatching the towel and walking off. He notably doesn't take the bracelet -- the robot has to forcibly slap it around his wrist, much to his chagrin, and he looks at it with disdain. He holds out his hand, and a small neon flame ignites in his palm, and he takes on a defensive stance, snarling at the robot. ]

Don't touch me.

[ Uh-oh. Someone's crabby. He might need some help chilling out?? ]

dragon's matchmaking

[ An island fueled by sex and intimacy is not Lio’s idea of a good time, but he understands that without a known way out, he has no choice but to adapt. While he has no interest in partaking in any physicality unless absolutely necessary, he will at least try to gather his bearings. … Which is proving to be difficult with one of those little dragons following him around, squeaking in his ear. It's distracting, but it's cute and seems harmless otherwise, so he won’t chase it away.

In fact, when the dragon starts fluttering off, Lio lets out a little “Hey-!” and follows suit. He feels responsible for looking after this little one, and when he sees it float around someone in the near distance, he lets out a sigh and approaches cautiously. ]

Sorry. I don’t know what it’s doing, but it’s with me. [ He does a little gesture towards it, motioning it to come back to him. ] Come here, let's not bother them.

[ Everything seems to be fine, if only a little awkward --but then the dragon decides not to listen and starts gently nudging the other person towards Lio. Oh. ]

ruins

[ Lio wasn’t expected to be needed for his combat capabilities, but he’s willing to do that for credits. Fighting’s his specialty and he’s prepared for whatever comes their way. The temple is large and quite fascinating, and he takes a moment to look up at it and all its vastness -- and then he catches a glimpse of something slithering around in between the trees. Lio turns his head towards it and can’t quite catch whatever that was, but he’ll turn to whoever’s nearby: ]

Did you see that?

[ Please tell him someone's seen it. He doesn’t trust the robots to tell him the truth. ]

wildcard

[ Voice testing, but if you really want to do smut (or romance for prompt 2) then m/m, 18+ only! I put Lio around 20-21. Hmu or wildcard me for anything else! ]

arrival;

[zutsuki]

[Tanjiro wasn't exactly pleased about being forcibly given a weird bracelet, either, but he doesn't exactly figure it's necessary to get violent with it. Though he will admit that Lio's not in the wrong for being angry about it being slapped around his wrist...]

[Still, he's a pacifist by nature, so he gets up from his own space seated in the sand and skedaddles on over, right hand raised placatingly as he tries to step between Lio and the robot.]

Now, now, I don't think violence is necessary... It's probably just doing its job.

Joshua "Jasper" Dyllen | World of Darkness: Werewolf the Apocalypse OC

[mortidinally]

0. Wolf v Bots

[Some people might be startled by the fact that what seems to be a perfectly normal dog comes bounding out of the water, shaking his thick coat and spraying others that had finally begun to dry themselves. The dog himself looks like some sort of large German Shepherd/Siberian Husky mix, eyes a strangely intelligent and vibrant shade of greenish gold, almost more feline than canine. But the most striking thing about him is the pure white spot covering his left ear, standing out brightly against his otherwise consistently dark coat.

Once he's mostly shaken out the salt water he will be very eager not to actually let anyone touch him but is furiously sniffing every robot he can get close to. And... oh, sorry were you coming over to get a towel from this particular bot? Because yeah that would definitely be the dog coming up behind it and lifting a a leg to piss on the robot's legs. Oops.

Get Fucked, Augur.]

I. Dragons v Wolf

[For some reason it seems the cute little dragons have one person they're giving wide berth. It might be the vicious glare he keeps giving them but it certainly doesn't seem to deter them from others. Of course, there's just something about the man that is slightly unsettling. A kind of barely contained violence that is clear in his expressions and mannerisms, something that just feels off.

For people sensitive to that sort of thing he... almost seems to have a predatory aura around him, even curled up in an out of the way space with a sketchbook in hand, scribbling little doodles. There's just something... otherworldly and threatening about him. Clearly, approach with caution.]

III. Rituals? For Gaia.

[Anyone that sees Jasper slip into the ruins at all might find the precision with which he seeks out the ritual chamber a little unnerving. He seems to be a man on a mission, following the urging of shades that others can't make out, pausing now and then to cock his head, listening intently or... sniffing the air?

Once he steps into the chamber, however, his body language instantly changes. A stops short, green eyes flying wide and then promptly drifting out of focus. Prophetic dreams and visions gifted by Gaia herself are not new to him, though it has been quite some time. Stepping into this space, the shades and spirits lingering here eager to attempt to restore their world, it is only natural they reach out to him, just as he has had his sense open to them this entire time.

If one hadn't seen him slip into the dreamlike trance they might think it is merely how he is naturally, sitting on the center platform, calmly removing much of his clothing to reveal a body absolutely riddled with scars. Though many of the scars are expertly blended into beautiful elaborate tattoos. As soon as someone else steps foot into the chamber he is lifting a hand in their direction, though his words have the distant, hazy quality of one still in a dream.]

Come... The land is wounded... let us heal her, together.

Wolf v Bots

[devilstongue]

[ Of course that display immediately draws a snort from the purple demon-looking man(?) that's receiving said towel. At least he's quick enough on his feet to avoid getting any on himself.

Molly half-expects the robot to just absolutely destroy the dog - his recent encounter with a metal creature involved a lot more blades - but it seems like it just ignores it.

Huh.]

Good dog.

Angela Balzac | Expelled from Paradise

[digitaldeadline]

i. arrival

[It's jarring waking up in the sea without any recollection of how she got here, even weirder when she wasn't near any bed of water last she recalled. It was all dry and sand.

Angela emerges out of the water, coughing and sputtering, eyes burning from the salt and sand sticking to her skin and bodysuit and littered in her hair. Ugh, physical body is still difficult to get used to. But, just when she's about to get her bearings together, robots suddenly assaults her with towels and slap a bracelet on her, leaving the blond confused. When she finally finds her voice, she has questions in her mind, but the robots have already left her. All she could let out is a frustrated cry.]

You! [She points a finger towards the closest living being she could find.] Where am I?!

ii. dragon's matchmaking

Leave me alone already!

[A round blue dragon has latched itself onto Angela for hours, and she's annoyed with it. It was cute at first and she was curious about the alien lifeform, but it quickly proves to be a nuisance when it won't stop nudging and coaxing her until she nearly stumbles into someone. Which just frustrates her more.]

Shoo, go bother someone else. I got no time for you.

iii. ruins

[This is more her kind of territory, combat's her specialty and she really needed to let off some steam after everything since arriving to this island. She got her New Arhan back, a four meter tall exoskeleton suit, and she's more comfortable in here than having to physically walk through the wood.

She easily burns through the monsters with a plasma rifle, amassing credits from her kills. It's a step down from her work as DEVA's top agent, not that it matters since she's no longer one, but girl's got to make a living somehow. As she progresses through the woods, her eyes catch a figure and New Arhan's quick to raise its rifle. Only to then realize it's just a person. ]

Geez, I almost shot at you. [Angela's voice echoes from her suit and lowers the rifle] It's not safe out here.

iv. ritual

[Angela's out of her mech and onto the platform, exploring the ruins cautiously on foot, pistol gripping tightly in her hand. However, as she progresses deeper, her vision starts to get blurry, head spinning, and her skin flushes pink. What's more, there's a feeling burning in her chest. A feeling she's not entirely familiar with.]

Somethings... Something's strange. [She gasps and falls to her knees. She's not sure what's going on, but she's hoping someone is nearby.] Help...

v. wildcard

[Surprise me or hmu @ Sharkbyte. OTA for shippy/smutty, but do note that physically she'ssixteen. Mentally she's in her 50s but still very bratty.]

i.

[hashira]

[It's the departing robots that draw his attention and pushing away some foliage he steps into view to find the young woman. He stops in his tracks a moment as he briefly regards her, he won't be coming in any closer and from the slight movement he makes anyone that could read him well would know his intention was to step back with the intention to give her as he sees it some much needed privacy.

Her voice stops him and even when she points a finger at him and delivers her question he looks around as if someone else would materialize to answer her inquiry. He is avoiding looking at her directly now opting to focus on the strangeness of her footwear(?).]

Did your clothes get washed away?

Akane Kowata | Flying Witch | OTA

[jetsetwitch]

-1: arrival!-

Akane staggered out of the surf, soaking wet and shivering. The robots seemed to be busy with other people for the moment, so after looking around in confusion for a while, Akane decided that whatever the hell was going on, she could face it better while dry. She spent a minute or so sketching out a complicated sigil in the sand with her toe, then stood in the middle of it and stood still for a moment...

...And she was dry. That's much better, now maybe she should see about figuring out where she IS. She could just go back to Japan at any moment (or so she thought), but this seemed like it might make a good story later.

Akane strolled across the sand with her hands in her pockets towards someone else looking miserable and lost, and waved. "Hi! Any idea where we are?"

-2: dwagons!-

Akane found herself, somehow, in the middle of a swarm of dragons. Maybe they could smell the magic on her, maybe they just liked her style, but for whatever reason they couldn't get enough of her. There were two perched on her shoulders, one on top of her head, and two more flying in circles around her. Her lap was occupied by a Siamese cat, which looked VERY smug about how he was the one that got her lap despite all the dragons vying for her attention.

Two more dragons had just started herding you in her general direction, based on whatever strange qualities dragons judged people by. Akane nodded at you. She would have waved, but her hands were busy petting the cat and one of the shoulder dragons. "Cute little things, aren't they? I've never met a dragon so small before but they do seem to be the genuine article!"

-3: Ritual?-

Akane was impulsive and short sighted a lot of the time, and she had never finished school, but she did know a thing or two about magic. That was why she was hanging out around the edge of the altar but not actually getting ON the raised platform. This whole place felt full of weird curses that she didn't really need in her life right now.

Instead, she was brushing moss off of the carvings around the edge of the platform, apparently for her cat, which was peering at them. The carvings were of a theme with the rest of the place, and depicted men and women in various states of undress committing various obscene acts on each other. Some of them Akane had trouble believing were physically possible! She was talking quietly about them with the cat, who occasionally meowed in response. "Look at this one, she's taking three dicks at once! I'm just glad Makoto isn't around here. I think her poor head would explode!"

The cat meowed solemnly in agreement.

Hunched down as she was so she could see the low carvings, she was easy to overlook by someone who might be being slightly less cautious about things.

2! hopefully this is okay and you don't mind this format

[zenryokubatankyu]

[Osomatsu had never been more confused since getting to this weird island, but hey. It seemed to be turning out okay so far. Like, he was alone. He was upset if he thought on it too hard. So that was why he wasn't thinking. He was exploring to get his mind off of things. The place was pretty, at least! Beautiful, even!

He was walking along idly when he felt a tug on his hoodie. He raised a brow, only to see a little red dragon biting on it.]

...Hey there, little guy! You are adorable! Please don't nom my hoodie, though. It's not good for eatin'. Stronger men than you have tried.

[By which he meant he'd been in brawls with his brothers and sometimes Jyushimatsu tended to bite in the middle of those. It's just how he be. But he's not unfamiliar to the feeling of his hoodie being bitten. It's not hurting anything, at any rate. But the dragon seems insistent. It seems to be pushing him...with purpose. Huh. How 'bout that.

This dragon is quickly joined by another dragon, this one green. He wanted to pet it, but this one seemed just as intent on guiding him as the first, so...he followed it. The dragons led him to a swarm of dragons, which surprised him...and a pretty girl in the middle. And a cat!]

I've never met a dragon period before now, so this is beyond neat. Are you like, some sorta dragon queen?

[He peers down at the cat.] Or maybe this fella's the ruler. He's got an aura of authority to him, y'know?

Either way, they guided me here. I'm Matsuno Osomatsu, but you can just call me Osomatsu. Nice to meet you! All of you!

marianne von edmund | fire emblem three houses

[cresture]

A; we love.... Animals

[when you're magically summoned to a sex island but you find out that cherubic dragons exist.... do the benefits perhaps... outweigh the costs...?

well, in Marianne's opinion even if they don't outweigh the costs, they absolutely manage to distract her long enough to stop all of her handwringing and panic-fueled prayers. these dragons are cute... there's something comforting about them perching on her hands, on her shoulders, on the skirts of her dress, on........ basically everywhere.]

Thank you, it's very kind of you all to keep me company... I do feel a little bit better now.

[She says, as one dragon starts attempting to help braid her hair back up. This would be great if like, the dragon had the dexterity to actually help, and not hopelessly tangle her hair into what's looking like a huge bushy mess...]

I'm sure it looks fine...! It -- doesn't feel strange...

[it's becoming some kind of MONSTROSITY that's what it is, but like... maybe it's fine. Marianne deserves this, probably.]

B; ruins

[helping clear the rubble from this area reminds Marianne of how they helped clean up the Church, it's nostalgic in a way that she doesn't mind, even if it does make her wish she was home.

She's elbow-deep in dirt by now though, hands methodically pulling out weeds and putting them aside. There's quite a large horse standing by her (though dorte's overly long ears, furry mane, and long tail might make it stand out from a Regular Horse), occasionally bending down to nip at some of the gathered weeds.]

Dorte, wait -- I have to show them first! [u can't eat the weeds she's gotta exchange them for CASH....] You can eat them after, maybe.

[she needs to check if they're SAFE weeds, anyway now that dorte's plan is foiled, he moseys on over to the next best thing.

which is probably going to be you, friend. He pushes his snout towards what he hopes are pockets that are holding perhaps... goodies? please feed the horse, friend]

C; wildcard

[she's post-timeskip even if her icons don't look it!!! also lmk if u want a starter i can for sure write one up for y'all]

a for aaaaaaaaat last... my love has come along...

[brothered]

[Dragons, man! What the fuck! Or: Felix is dealing with a draconic infestation of his own, although his involves, like, three dragons attempting to drag him through the streets. One latches onto his sleeve, tugging him along until he manages to (gently) swat it away; then another grabs onto his cape, continuing the job the other started. It's a fun time for all, really.

Anyway, the point is, while Marianne is playing Salon with her new dragon friends, Felix's new dragon friends are leading him right to her? The last few feet between them, actually, are closed thanks to a dragonling yanking at Felix's stupid ponytail. Hey! Listen! Turn around to see who's sitting on this bench! Which Felix does, because Felix has no choice, what with this beast tugging him around, and—ah.]

You.

[That weird, quiet girl from the Golden Deer. But pause that thought, actually, because ow. The little dragonling pulls Felix down via his hair, only releasing him when he's sitting right by Marianne's side. Well. This isn't awkward at all, especially not when Felix huffs, turning to shoot Marianne a Look.]

Why are you here? [Peacefully coexisting with these TERRORS!] They're making a mess of your hair.

[Says the boy with a combover, smh.]

Osomatsu Matsuno | Osomatsu-San

[zenryokubatankyu]

00>> ARRIVAL

[It was safe to say that Osomatsu had gone through a lot of strange incidents in his life. Well. That was an understatement, honestly, but who, really, was counting? Not him. He'd long since lost track. And washing up on a beach...well, he'd gotten stranded on an island once thanks to a plane crash, but washing up was a new one.

What made him annoyed is that he'd somehow fallen asleep, his mouth had opened with a snore, and he sucked in sand. Immediately, he started coughing, hitting at his chest. Ohhhh, he swallowed sand. Ohhhh, that's probably not good for him. Didn't go down easy, either. He grimaces, and that's when the robots come over and give him his bracelet and towel. He pats at his head with the towel, half-smiling in appreciation...

But he was pretty sure he missed all of that explanation. He hit the side of his head, and water came out one of his ears as he grimaced. Geh. Okay. Wipe the ear. Now the other one. Good.

And now he had no idea whatsoever what to do.

Ace moves, genius.]

01>> DRAGONS

[He wasn't even remotely aware dragons existed, but hey, they apparently did. And they were adorable! He'd always had a weakness for cute things, but this was a new level. And they were so eager to help!! He'd latched onto a red one in a hug.] Hi. You are my new best friend and I wanna keep you forever. I'm gonna call you...Ryu. That's badass. You're Ryu now.

['Ryu' didn't seem to object, but did end up trying to drag his companion towards...something. That was curious.] Mmm? Whassa matter, boy? Timmy's trapped down the well??? [He still has not let go of this dragon. He's cripplingly lonely and he needs this companionship, but at least the red dragon is making the best of it.

Such as when he guides him right towards a person, wriggles free, and sends his former captor-of-sorts nearly flying into someone. He barely catches himself - or is caught - at the last second before a true collision happens, and he peers at the person with a smile.]

Hi! Thanks. My new pet is a rascally one. He kiiinda accidentally sent me over here. Maybe to make friends? ...He's really helpful.

[Everything is fine.]

02>> RUINS

[So, he hears about these ruins. They're dangerous. They're being cleaned up. There's all sorts of monsters and weird stuff over there. But they exist and all that news is distracting enough.

And Osomatsu also lives life with one braincell and one braincell only.

This is what leads him to going down the path - luckily, not getting attacked along the way - and reaching the ruins.]

Whoaaa...

[He's kinda stunned.]

So cool!!!

[He fistpumps, and bolts towards them like it's some sort of playground. Someone should probably make sure he doesn't die. Just. Maybe.]

03>> RITUAL

[Osomatsu reaches the stairs leading to the central platform, and he hums, rubbing his chin.]

Hmmm. So, going on, like, genre-savviness...if I go up these steps and reach the top, something's gonna happen, right? I dunno what, but something. [He muses to himself.] Could be good, could be bad...the question is...am I a gambling man?

[He thinks back to his gigantic amount of losses at pachinko. His empty pockets. The frustration, sweat, tears...he's had such bad luck before.

He smirks.]

The answer is absolutely yes. There's gotta be treasure at the top, and I'm gonna snag it.

[He cackles quietly to himself, like he's about to do something incredibly malicious, and begins heading up the steps. He reaches the platform, and...his blinking slowly begins to turn dazed.]

Where's....wheressa treasure...?

[He asks softly, airly, looking around. There's some kind of voice in his head telling him to get rid of his inhibitions, but...]

Why'm I thinking of porn now? That's not....isnot...

[Then he realizes.
The true treasure were the dirty thoughts we had along the way.
This is wholly unsatisfying, and rather anticlimactic in a literal sense, even. He slowly crumbles to his knees on the platform, breathing heavily. He's not sure what to do. Is jerking off in a temple even a decent idea? He kind of wants to, but...

He hears someone coming in. Footsteps. So they walk in on him curled up on the platform, not quite meeting their gaze.]

If you're looking for treasure, you might wanna check somewhere else...or go somewhere else...real fast...unless...

[...Unless, you know. Unless you wanna help a little here. That'd be appreciated.]

04>> WILD CARD

[OTA for all shipping/smut! I dunno how many people will want my boy, but hey, I decided to give this a shot. If you've got any other scenarios, hit me, and I'll probably be down. Message me on this account or plurk osomatsuniisan to plot if you wanna. Thanks~]

arrival

[blindforlove]

[Robes fluttering with each step across the sand, Xiao Xingchen approaches the man who appears as though he's had an especially unfortunate entrance. He bends lower to the ground and holds out a hand.]

Sir, do you need any help? The Augur is quite careless with the people it takes in lately...

[Even if it claims to have no control over this kind of thing and the robots have helped a bit, Xiao Xingchen arrived much drier and tidier on a hospital bed.]

Mollymauk Tealeaf 🔮 Critical Role II

[devilstongue]

00. ARRIVAL

[ Molly's not having the best of days. First his people are kidnapped back home, and then he's suddenly pulling a Fjord - spitting up water and dragging himself out of the sea.

None of it makes any sense to him, but it's not like he's got any other choice than to listen to the strange automatons. It's almost impressive amounts of bullshit, and he has half a mind to just go back into the sea.

Have sex to restore a place? Okay, that sounds like it was from one of those smut novels Jester reads. (It could have been fun, but this place has the worst timing.)

The tiefling is trying to shake his ostentatious and colorful coat free from sand when he notices someone approach. ]

Oh, thank the gods, someone who isn't made of damn metal.

01. DRAGONS

[ He's not really a pet person, honestly, but these critters are kind of cute. Molly has a green round dragon nestled between his horns. It seems very persistent in combing his hair, gently nipping him every time he tries to remove it... and after that salt bath he honestly doesn't mind. ]

Just don't poop on my head.

[ Who knows what else it will do, after all. Like suddenly pull a lock of it to make him look in your direction? Whoops. ]

Ow, what the...

02. RUINS

[ Molly glares at the road to the ruins, trying to decide if earning gold (sorry, 'credits'!) is worth it. He doesn't have his weapons (yet) so it seems like a really stupid idea to risk it.

He's tempted, though. He wouldn't be a Nein if he wasn't. ]

What do you think?

2.

[halforc]

I'm down to fight ghosts, let's go.

[ Fjord strides ahead down the path with the confidence of someone who has little to lose and is glad not to currently be bothered with his sex bingo requirements, glancing over a shoulder at Molly. ]

You want to earn some money, don't you?