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.

[erkumods]

The dragons have minds of their own and they are very difficult to housebreak or keep indoors without losing walls or windows, but they may grow attached to certain islanders!

[spacedisaster]

Gotcha, thank you for the clarification!

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. ]

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.

Dragunnnz

[spacedisaster]

From all the people Peter expected to see around the planet, Dr. Strange wasn't one of them. They didn't know each other well, they had mostly argued when they first met, but the trauma of fighting Thanos was also a bonding experience of a sort.

Peter has spotted the red cape first, and now that he's walking over the Wizard, he notices that Stephen is talking to one of the dragonets that showed up recently. He can't help but smile at the scene, who would have known that the serious man was soft for adorable flying lizards?

"Careful. They like to help but they also breathe fire. One of them sneezed near me and I almost lost my eyebrows."

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.]

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.

time for bonding

[warpspammer]

[ he's poking at the dish with one of the frayed wooden spoons he managed to find when he hears feet. he looks up to offer a greeting, but the young man asking about the dish - and getting the name right - turns the mild look into one of surprise, that melts into a wide grin. ]

It is - or the closest I could make it, here.

[ some things might have been missing, given the limited number of spices available. the chiles definitely weren't the right kind, for one. but it was close enough, the major pieces available to them.

the wave of his hand is more fond when he indicates apollo should sit down next to him. ]

You've had it before?

Re: Dragunnnz

[drnotmister]

Stephen looks up at the familiar voice and nods. He seems oddly weighted down with emotions as he does so. "Don't worry Quill," he replies, "a little fire never hurt me." Plus his relic wouldn't let any harm come to him. In fact, he can feel it snaking around his legs trying to get one to pounce on him. "How long have you been here," he asks.

Re: 1

[drnotmister]

Stephen looks up and nods. "I am," he replies quietly as if the title is weighing him down in a way he doesn't particularly like. He can't remember the woman's name given he'd only seen her in passing on a battlefield and then again at a funeral and that last part is something he doesn't want to remember. He stands as the dragon he'd been calling starts bouncing around his feet as if the human is doing something clever. Or it could be he's playing with Stephen's cloak, which is moving around despite the lack of a breeze. He extends a hand.

"Stephen," he says, "please call me Stephen."

[chaosmagicks]

Wanda takes his hand and shakes gently, pulling her hand back a little quickly. "I once heard a whisper about you, when I worked with the Avengers. And then saw you... during... well..." she looks down at her boots, and the dragons. She smiles and nods, "Wanda."

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]

[drnotmister]

Stephen smiles a little. "I was aware Hydra didn't like me, but I had other concerns at the time," he replied quietly, "so I was content to stay on the edges of the superhero community." Until Thor and Loki had come stomping around New York and Stephen had felt the need to remind them both they were being watched. "I'm pleased to officially meet you Wanda."

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.]

[justiceobjects]

[Apollo gives him a brief smile in return as he takes a seat nearby in the sand.]

My... father used to eat it pretty often. I don't think I've ever tried this one in particular.

[It's the first time in a long while that he's referred to Dhurke as his father, but Apollo was more comfortable with that now. Returning to his home country and seeing him for the last time had put his entire childhood into perspective, and Apollo's had another few months on top of that to think about it.]

Any chance you're making enough for two? [Apollo asks, hopefully.] I can trade you something for it later. I have a lot of hair gel! And other stuff I've scrounged up.

[warpspammer]

[ he recognizes that tone - he's talking about someone that's been gone a while, if they're not dead. nyx can sympathize, but he doesn't outright offer any sympathy for the moment.

his sympathy is in the quiet, allowing apollo another moment to mull it over. when he asks if he's making enough for two, nyx grins again.

he almost tells apollo he doesn't need to trade a favor for it - but he does have nothing, to his name, here. against his better nature, he nods. ]

I don't have much need for hair gel, but sure, we can trade a favor. I've definitely got enough for two in there - caught a whole monster bird earlier for it.

[ he didn't recognize it, but it had feathers and white and dark meat; it was some kind of bird and that was good enough. ]

Were the two of you from Galahd?

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.

[chaosmagicks]

"I understand." She understood loneliness now. And what it meant to keep other safe from you. "The dragons... they are --they are adorable!" Wanda let her accent come back, finding it comforting in a time like they were in.

[yakiniku]

Excuse me?

[Hanzo doesn't appreciate that tone, and he's not going to be shy about showing it. Whatever possessed the dragon cherubs to push them together is going to have to work hard to keep them that way because Hanzo is already considering shoving the stranger from his path to continue on his way.]

These are not my pets. If I summon my dragons you will not be long for this world, so I would suggest you watch your mouth as you mind your step.

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...?

Wildcard

[justiceobjects]

[While Hanzo is getting his bearings on the island, he might realize that someone is staring. In fact, Apollo is staring at him practically hard enough to burn a hole through him, and not in a flattering way. He's sitting on a park bench with a beat-up metal lunch box, having completely forgotten about the salad he was eating after spotting the newcomer.

He's staring because those are yakuza tattoos and he knows it, the implication of someone landing on the island with a bad criminal background nearly putting Apollo off of his lunch entirely. It's not Apollo's first run-in with Japanese gangsters - after all, he'd defended Wocky Kitaki in his second-ever court case, who came from a family of yakuza that had migrated to Los Angeles. The difference was that Wocky hadn't actually done anything wrong, and the Kitakis had retired from the criminal world right after that case.

But what about this guy? Was he just being too judgmental? Should he warn Mr. Wright and Klavier about-

Then the guy turns far enough to make eye contact, and Apollo jumps, nearly knocking his food out of his lap and having to scramble to catch the container before his salad went everywhere.]