Along the shores, remarkably in one piece, is a squid. He's a very ...unusual looking purple squid with big billowing fins and particularly long tentacles that seem to just go on and on. The squid is inching forward in a way that could be described as panicked and distressed squeaking in terror and confusion. His long tentacles are in fact very tangled up. The horror, the squidmanity...
He seems to be slowly inching his way towards a bit of drift wood to seek shelter and could probably use a hand. However, if you get too close too quickly he will shriek and probably start crying.
Have you ever heard a squid cry? Now you have. Good luck.
Boardwalk: Prompt A
Miraculously, Mayoi has gotten onto the boardwalk, in all his humanish glory. He looks no less distressed. In fact, he looks on the verge of having a panic attack. He's pale and fidgety, and vacillates between darting his eyes around in worry and then aggressively looking down to avoid any and all eye-contact with the people around him.
He has his welcome bag clutched tightly to him, and the hood of his robes are up and over his face the best he can manage, but beneath it is still a very terrified teenager who does not know what to do in his current circumstances.
"Ah... there are s-so many people..." He mumbles to himself. "I-I think I'm going to be sick. What should I do, what should I doooooo...?"
Boardwalk: Prompt B
It's happened. It was only going to be a matter of time, with how busy the boardwalk is and with how stressed out he was already. He gets shoved around in a particularly busy part of the shops. Despite his desperate attempt to escape, he's trapped and before he's able to push his way out, he feels his legs go out from under him.
Mayoi's eyes roll back and he hits the ground with a solid thud. That causes enough of a disturbance that the crowd parts some to not trample him. As soon as he hits the ground though, a bit of dark smoke bursts forth, forming his omen.
She is a tiny mouse and she is squeaking to get someone's attention for help.
Raccoon Room: Shadowy Stage.
Ah... he'd found his way here, somehow. He didn't know where to go at first, but some asking around pointed him in the direction of a place with music and, when everything else is foreign and terrifying, that was the first think he thought to find. It's much later in the evening now and it doesn't seem particularly busy. It's not like being in the audience for a Live, of which he's only able to handle for short periods anyway, this is much smaller.
He lurks there in a quiet corner for a very long time, just watching. There's a lot to take in about everything that's happened today and really, he just wants to block it out and just enjoy the performances that are going up on stage. If you can spot him in the shadows, he'll be easy enough to talk to, though he's very good at making himself disappear in plain sight, so no one would blame you for missing him most of the night.
At the very end of the night when the building is nearly empty, he will shyly make his way up to the stage. Is it open mic night? He doesn't care, he gently climbs on stage and takes up a microphone and starts to sing. Not to the rest of the bar. He directs his voice up, as if singing to the ceiling, or maybe to something much higher.
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Mayoi Ayase | Ensemble Stars | Paleblood
Along the shores, remarkably in one piece, is a squid. He's a very ...unusual looking purple squid with big billowing fins and particularly long tentacles that seem to just go on and on. The squid is inching forward in a way that could be described as panicked and distressed squeaking in terror and confusion. His long tentacles are in fact very tangled up. The horror, the squidmanity...
He seems to be slowly inching his way towards a bit of drift wood to seek shelter and could probably use a hand. However, if you get too close too quickly he will shriek and probably start crying.
Have you ever heard a squid cry? Now you have. Good luck.
Boardwalk: Prompt A
Miraculously, Mayoi has gotten onto the boardwalk, in all his humanish glory. He looks no less distressed. In fact, he looks on the verge of having a panic attack. He's pale and fidgety, and vacillates between darting his eyes around in worry and then aggressively looking down to avoid any and all eye-contact with the people around him.
He has his welcome bag clutched tightly to him, and the hood of his robes are up and over his face the best he can manage, but beneath it is still a very terrified teenager who does not know what to do in his current circumstances.
"Ah... there are s-so many people..." He mumbles to himself. "I-I think I'm going to be sick. What should I do, what should I doooooo...?"
Boardwalk: Prompt B
It's happened. It was only going to be a matter of time, with how busy the boardwalk is and with how stressed out he was already. He gets shoved around in a particularly busy part of the shops. Despite his desperate attempt to escape, he's trapped and before he's able to push his way out, he feels his legs go out from under him.
Mayoi's eyes roll back and he hits the ground with a solid thud. That causes enough of a disturbance that the crowd parts some to not trample him. As soon as he hits the ground though, a bit of dark smoke bursts forth, forming his omen.
She is a tiny mouse and she is squeaking to get someone's attention for help.
Raccoon Room: Shadowy Stage.
Ah... he'd found his way here, somehow. He didn't know where to go at first, but some asking around pointed him in the direction of a place with music and, when everything else is foreign and terrifying, that was the first think he thought to find. It's much later in the evening now and it doesn't seem particularly busy. It's not like being in the audience for a Live, of which he's only able to handle for short periods anyway, this is much smaller.
He lurks there in a quiet corner for a very long time, just watching. There's a lot to take in about everything that's happened today and really, he just wants to block it out and just enjoy the performances that are going up on stage. If you can spot him in the shadows, he'll be easy enough to talk to, though he's very good at making himself disappear in plain sight, so no one would blame you for missing him most of the night.
At the very end of the night when the building is nearly empty, he will shyly make his way up to the stage. Is it open mic night? He doesn't care, he gently climbs on stage and takes up a microphone and starts to sing. Not to the rest of the bar. He directs his voice up, as if singing to the ceiling, or maybe to something much higher.
"At the sudden sound of beating wings
I noticed the world had started changing
Such strong, free wings
We’re so small compared to them -♪"
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