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Deer Country Mod ([personal profile] reddosmod) wrote in [community profile] countryclub2022-08-25 10:45 pm
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August Test Drive Meme!

AUGUST 2022 TDM
Another month, another test drive meme! Our test drive memes are open to anyone interested - regardless of whether or not you join our game!

All Test Drive Memes are game canon. Players can choose to keep their TDM threads canon or not. TDM threads can be used for AC and can be used as your writing sample for your application.

Our TDMs serve as a way to build into the actual lore and worldbuilding of Deer Country and we strongly encourage everyone to enjoy and participate! Current players are always welcome to pull prompts from the TDM to reference on the Network or bring into logs as well as tag out to new characters top-leveling on the TDM itself.

Characters will always be able to actively die during TDMs as this is an extremely dangerous world. You can still have this be game canon! Check out how character death in Deer Country works here.

If you have any questions about the TDM, please ask down below!

IMAGE DESCRIPTORS IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE

Prompt One
[Image One: Hands making a fish net]
[Image Two: A Skyrim Mudcrab staring menacingly]

Prompt Two
[Image One: Dingy, empty and creepy old backroom]
[Image Two: Cryptic, Creepy words scribbled on yellow wallpaper]

Prompt Three
[Image One: Skull on top of book]
[Image Two: Book with pages shaped like a whirlpool]

STANDARD ARRIVAL
WHEN: First Week of September
WHERE: The Farther Shores/The Boardwalk
CONTENT WARNINGS: Monstrous Crabs, Environmental Threat


Normally, the people of Trench would say that September is a fortunate time for sleepers to arrive at it's shores. However, the aftermath of the violent and inconsistent storms in the last month continue to batter the city. The waters are choppy, though they are beginning to calm. The swim is difficult and unsafe, waves threatening to crash unwitting squids into the rocks. It is unlikely to be fatal, but many arrive battered and bruised, gasping as they awaken from their squid form.

Hopefully, you've found something to wear, either in your Welcoming Bag or otherwise, and can start familiarizing yourself with your surroundings. Maybe you help some other squids out on the beach. Waking up sucks! You feel for the little guys. And hey, maybe you're hoping one of those squids is a good friend...Stranger things have happened.

SEASONAL DETAILS ON THE BOARDWALK

With theme music!
The weather is awful, and so the mood of the beach is a bit more subdued than on other occasions. Food is hearty and dry, easily packaged in oilcloth, and containing mostly hard tack, mushrooms and dried, cured fish. Bottles of water are included with the food, enough to ensure that the sleepers are well fed, and enough packets are offered for a few days in case they need them, but they are certainly not the most flavorful or exotic, reflecting much more the day to day food of Trench.

The people leading the waking are gathered and huddled around makeshift structures and lean-tos to deal with the awful weather along the coast during this period. Sleepers are brought here, to fires to warm. Among those who are present are the fishermen and women who work at the docks. They, along with several of the Architects from in town, have set up booths. Though they do not demand it of anyone, they politely hint that in the season of change, it is good to learn new trades and to find a place in this strange world the sleepers have been brought to. As part of this, they are willing to offer a chance for the sleepers to help craft fishing nets and other gear for those who will brave the waters to bring back food in the season.

The task is arduous and taxing, but it is not without reward. To those who choose to participate, one of the fishermen will approach them and wordlessly drop a waterlogged box into their lap. It looks dilapidated and in poor condition, but they will say nothing more, staring off into the sea from which it was dredged. When the sleeper opens it, they will find that there is one additional item within the box, which might have been included in their welcome bag normally. If pressed, the fisherman will only say that they found it dredged up along the shores in the midst of their work.

For those who brave the coasts or the waters, there is an increased threat of monstrous presence, though nothing compared to the prior month. Poisonous crabs lurk along the edges of the waterways. Much larger versions of small crabs known to live in caves along the shore, these beastly adult versions stand about three feet tall, and have particularly strong pincers which secrete a hallucinogenic venom. Victims of it are prone to paranoid delusions of danger around every corner, and known for mistaking those around them as threats. The crabs are themselves carnivorous to boot, so they are certainly a threat on their own, though they are very much killable, and supposedly very good eating. Bring in some crab meat, and it should be good to trade for additional food and supplies this month, if you dare! As with their lesser cousins, the venom of these crabs is particularly dangerous to the psychically sensitive, Palebloods and Darkbloods.

LOST BETWEEN STEPS
WHEN: August 31st-September 29, January 2, February 4, March 6, April 8, June 10, July 12, October 20, November 1, December 24
WHERE: Somewhere, you're not certain where
CONTENT WARNINGS: Labyrinth, Liminal Horror, Severe Disorientation, Autophobia, Monster Horror, Fear of Falling


You just took one step back. That's all. A step backwards while you weren't paying attention, and the sensation of falling assailed you. With a grunt, you found yourelf landing hard, but not hard enough to actually break or turn anything. Around you is a carpeted space. There are old, stained wallpaper walls on every side, set up in variable sized cubicle spaces that look like they should be occupied by an office of some sort. Everything smells like mold, stale and sharp. The carpet is a little bit moist and the wallpapers all seem to be hiding hints of mildew. It feels familiar, but even if you have been in this "place" before it is not quite the same. The wallpaper shades are not exactly right. It always feels like you should know it, but you cannot quite place it.

You are not alone in this place. Another seems to have fallen in this place, thank god because the muffled sounds of these halls are already getting oppressive. The electric hum of fluorescent are buzzing in your ears like a plague of locusts and you can practically feel the migraine coming from the unremitting light, but you dare not take shelter to let your eyes rest in the gaps in the lighting. It feels like there is something there. You should probably be leaving, though that's where the problem really begins. No method seems to clearly work. There are no identifiable features to pick out. After several turns, you might find yourself facing impossibly thin hallways or a dead end. Attempts to keep track of your passage with writing, torn wallpaper and balls of twine fail, as it becomes increasingly and inconsistently disorientating, inevitably causing the lead to be lost, or worse? It might seem to be going the wrong direction. Did someone move it? Magic compasses, even those given by the Pthumerians do not work in this "place" This should not be possible, but it is true.

An hour in, because it always takes longer than that, or does it? Time can be hard to keep track of and omnis don't tell time properly here. Whatever, an hour in, and the need to get out of this place will be getting to those trapped within. They do not belong here, and must escape. The harder you run, the more that the dank odor gets under the skin, worsening even if you should not be able to smell it. Occasional items can be found, but all are useless. If you are fortunate, perhaps you will eventually find a hole in the floor. But, looking down it, you cannot see the bottom. Do you dare leap down, not knowing the end? If you do, the passage seems to go far too long to be healthy. The rush of air and the feel of fraying wallpaper comes until you find yourself deposited on the ground of Trench, in front of the statue of the Tower, or in front of the gates of Gaze.

The less fortunate may finally find writing on the walls. Someone else has been in this place. But, as the cryptic words proclaim the need to S̵̨̡̟̗̰̝͚̲̦̗͔̥̞̈͂̆̿̐́̅̓͐͝T̸̠̥̰̭͎͙̮̬͋̀͛̓̽̚Ā̷̧̮̣̪̤̠̫̤͔̩̥̾̊̍̊̀̇͋̍̚͜͝͝Y̶͓̟̍̆̍ ̴̭̲̀͘͝S̵̨͖̩̻̰͇͎̠̻͚͓̱͇̭͖͒̋͆̀͐͋̾̆͝͝T̴̮̹̫̞̘̈́̏̐̒̋̎͛̂̽̅Ĩ̵͙̖̟̥̤̲̆̈́́͘ͅͅL̵͖̣̫̙̹̊͜L̷̫̠̒̽͌͘͠. A ghastly sound erupts from behind you, complete with unnatural, horrid breathing. Steps come towards you unnaturally fast. If you move, look to turn, there is a vision of something black moving into your field of vision, just before a bone-crushing force claims life and in the next moment you wake, screaming at the feet of the gates to Gaze, or the Tower's statue. Remain absolutely still, and the puff of a breath, the smell of cow hair and breath grazes over the shoulder before eventually storming away behind, until the sound is gone, and the unlucky are left to continue searching until they find a hole leading out.


NOTES:
1. Any step backwards can cause someone to end up between places, participating in this event. Exiting requires either falling through one of the holes in the floor or being killed by the unnamed creatures residing between spaces.
2. If a character dies in this event, they do not undergo normal death effects. They awaken in one of the locations indicated, gasping for breath. While harrowing, and possibly a source of nightmares for the next few days, not to mention chills for an hour or two, there is no further apparent harm.
3. It is possible to encounter this prompt throughout the year. At one random, unpredictable day each month (listed above), the space between spaces is accessible. A person could theoretically fall in on that day, following the rules as above.
4. Mapping the space between spaces is difficult, but not impossible. Perhaps there are other locations within the labyrinthian mass, but for now at least they are not findable.
5. If the natives are asked about this place, they will make a warding sign and refuse to speak of them. At most, they will say something about the "veins of the tower."

ABSOLUTE IMMERSION
WHEN: Last Week of August through all of September
WHERE: Gaze, and somewhere else
CONTENT WARNINGS: Possible Life-threatening experiences, Distorted Realities, Fourth Walling, Content Depending upon the Canon Referenced


As the month of September approaches, and Mariana shows signs of having cooled in her wrath, the people of Trench begin to relax once again. Hoping to keep level heads and to promote learning, the Arcane Scholars of Gaze have opened the private stores of more rare texts from the Archaic Archives. Trundling carts of books are being brought out by roped and masked individuals who kindly offer one to anyone who wishes to partake. They limit each guest to three, though they seem happy to trade a book for a book, so it's always possible to get more. They ask only that the books be returned by the end of the month for cleaning and maintenance. Whispers among the Disciples still with ruffled feathers at Mariana's wrath are that this is Never Mind's way of reasserting himself after strange magical books have been found around town. No Arcane Scholar will acknowledge such gossip, however.

The books seem harmless enough. What is wrong with a little light reading? The fiction within is quite enthralling, though after a page or two, a creepy familiarity to the book's contents comes to whoever reads. There is a sense of deja vu, and only when it is too late do they realize that it feels like they are reading the memories and recollections of someone else, perhaps someone that they know! In that moment, they will feel an inexorable pull as the book seems to literally suck them into it, along with anyone unlucky enough to be next to them!

Those who read these magical books will find themselves trapped in an event within another canon reality. The intent, of course, is to broaden their horizons and experiences, to teach moral lessons through new memories, but as always Never Mind seems not to understand the possible perils. The scenario that they find themselves in, which may be of any canon, is always one of immediate and very real peril, a time in which the character's life is put into immediate and very real peril. They have to prevail or flee successfully to escape the chapter and end the book, though for their troubles it is quite possible that they might bring something back with them. Hopefully it's nothing dangerous!

NOTES:
1. Any Canon may be used, including canons not present in the game. Players are encouraged to use their imaginations, though it is worth being aware that the entirety of the Cthuluh Mythos may be found among these collections, should one wish to utilize these books.
2. There is an actual physical threat that is present in whatever scene is viewed. If it is necessary, a threat is fabricated from the fringes of the memory, even if this changes the canonical scene. It is a real threat and can cause death or harm. However, these threats are killable through all normal fashions, and can be escaped by clever captives. Once escaped or defeated, the sleeper is deposited out of the book.
3. The books are absolutely indestructible, and even if the sleeper does not return them, ravens will break into their home (ruining a window and making a mess) to retrieve all books by the end of September. Multiple books can be enjoyed throughout the month.
4. Items retrieved may be anything from any canon which does not count as a significant power acquisition. Weapons can be brought, though they will be mundane once they emerge in Trench. Players are limited to retrieving one item from another canon per character during the month.

CODING
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jinx — arcane.

[personal profile] opheliac 2022-08-26 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
i. arrival... again. — ❝these burning flames, these crashing waves. wash over me like a hurricane.

I summoned you, please come to me
Don't bury thoughts that you really want
I fill you up, drink from my cup
Within me lies what you really want.



(there's mix feelings about being a squid. on one hand, it's peaceful and one wouldn't need to care for many things in the world -- to simply wash away the suffering. but on the other side of it... wait. does this seem familiar somehow? has she swam through these waters before? no, she is just overthinking this. the current is helping her along, however -- gradually getting closer to the shore which is rather curious. it's something different than the big ocean of nothingness and maybe it'll give her some new excite... no, no!! she recognizes all of this. and unlike the previous time, the waters are violent and it's difficult for this squid to swim (it's horrid at it in the first place)

this squid is being tossed around; bumping between boulder to boulder. can a squid squeak and wince in pain? because this one definitely is while it's getting all bruised up underneath the sea. even with the waters being so wild, she tries to remember herself. the squid seems to recall that she needed to do that but maybe she did this a little too quickly as she violently shifts to her human form. long blue hair spread wide under the waters, pinks widen before shutting tightly as she accidentally swallows the ocean. it fills her lungs so drastically and she panics; thrashing in hope to reach the surface or air. and by each second, jinx is weakening and her mind fades to a slow silence as she begins to fall in unconsciousness.)


(the waters push her on the shore -- she made it a bit bruised but isn't moving. jinx lies still in her full form; bare with her long locks lay out along the sand. is this how she dies? she had always wondered when will be her final day and how it would be like. huh, she had imagined she would die alone, sad and predictable.)
━━


ii. lost between steps — ❝my mind's like a deadly disease.

I pace around for hours on empty
I jump at the slightest of sound.
And I couldn't stand the person inside me
I turned all the mirrors around.


(there's beauty when it comes to falling. it's similar to flying except it's backwards instead of forward. and she wonders if this fall is how "powder" felt when she fell down that deep well. To have the world you knew to be out of reach each by each. the fall is fast but to jinx, it's steady and quiet, too. and it's then she sees a doll rabbit hovering just above her -- it seems to be falling, too. where did this doll come form? she...doesn't recall having it on her person or holding it. however it got here, jinx extends out a hand to reach for it. there's a lot of difference between to two so she knows it's down right impossible to touch but she couldn't help but to try anyway.

'when i was a kid, some guy took my favorite toy and threw it up there.'

her expression softens as she lowers her arm; shutting her eyes as she accepts this fall -- a fall that could be the end of everything for her.

'i used to come out here at night and stare at it. hoping maybe the wind or a bird might knock it down. we've all had bad days, but we learn. and we stick together.')


A. ( the fall itself wasn't that slow and neither was this said bunny anywhere in sight. it's just jinx's mind being cross-wired again; disorientating which is real or fiction. but she lands roughly on the said ground -- maybe on top of you if you like. but even if she didn't land on you, jinx is rather close by as she grunts out a "OOF!" once her back meets the ground. she doesn't stay on the floor for long before she climbs back on her feet then readjusting her clothes. her gaze it up from where she fell and then around. this place seems horribly familiar but not quite, either. it's then jinx finally notices you, face showing some suspicion at the fact someone else is here with her.)

... Got a marker on ya?
━━

B. (jinx has lost track of time and funny enough, she is also slowly losing her mind. she could had sworn she went down this path already -- is she really just going around in circles? a hiss hits her sharply in her ear as she spins back to it sharply.)

Shut up! — I'm tryin' to think!! Keep your mouth shut. I'm not in the mood for your input!

(she has to get out of here but maybe she can try a different method? they say you can find your way out of things like this if one would hug the wall. exhaling out a breath, jinx makes to the wall -- carefully to place her palm over it and away from the mildew as she tries again.)
━━


C. (out. out. out. out. she needs to get out. she's been having difficultly breathing and keep her voice leveled. her mind is scatter with so many voices overlapping one another. subconsciously, she listens to the ones that are crystal clear to her. 'this is your fault. you should had watched where you were going. you're going to die here. and it's YOUR fault. Jinx, Jinx, jinxed up again.'

whimpering, her hands is press hard over her head -- fingers curling tightly on her locks as her attempt to get them all to stop speaking. she even goes as far to hit herself over the head repeatedly with her lower palm. she is becoming overwhelmed again and it finally breaks her to drop on the floor. desperately, she pulls her legs up to her knees to a hold against her frame. steadily, she rocks back and forth with her head buries within her knees. they will go away in time, right? the voices? the monsters? this... place? someone please come out of the shadows and tell her it was all just a joke already.)

━━




iii. absolute immserion — ❝and you never see the lesson when it's right in front of your eyes.

Write this shit in your notebook, baby
Since you never wrote love letters to me
Don't forget all the things I taught you
You'll need it for someone who isn't me.


A. (quirking an eyebrow, jinx slowly takes the book away from the stranger's hand. she observes the stranger slowly and carefully. despite being once here already briefly, jinx still doesn't necessarily trust the people or her surrounds, yet. regardless though, she extends her arm out with the book in hand -- her head tilts from side to side to spot any title of said book or illustrator/writer on the cover. but sadly, there is none and casually, she cracks open the book to read the first page.)

B. (skipping along (when she's got no business to. there's monstrous things out here for goodness sake!) she is a little annoyed she is without any weaponry. but perhaps they got washed up on the shore, too. fishbones is a fish after all. jinx can only hope whoever is in charge of lost belongings will handle her things with care.

with your character now flipping a page in the book, she approaches with a wild grin on her face:)


Hey, hey! Whatcha readin'?


━━


vi. wildcard — ❝let me know what you want. your dark desires in your thoughts.

Run, run, run
I'm waiting.
Come, come, come
take it


( idk make some shit up and i will go with it. if you need to contact me for any reason, please PM this journal or private plurk [plurk.com profile] buttlet)
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The Demifiend | SMT III: Nocturne | Darkblood

[personal profile] withfocus 2022-08-26 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
Arrival

There's a pale, slightly glowing squid lying on the sand. There are faint blue spots that move along its skin in chaotic patterns. They slowly converge into lines and then the squid dissolves into a young man. There are black markings outline in glowing blue all over his body and a dark horn poking out from the back of his neck.

His arms flop a few times before he lifts his head up to look around and catch sight of the unfamiliar shoreline. There's something wrong. This isn't the world where he was supposed to wake up. There's a sky above him to his great relief, but he doesn't quite know why at first.

Then Naoki remembers. The Vortex World. The Reasons. The Earth that should have come back.

He makes a noise that's a mix between anger and grief and looks like he'd like to cry but there are no tears. The blue glow he casts on the sand is enough to tell him he's not back in his human body.

This time he's woken up in even less clothing than when he woke up in the vortex world. There's nothing, but Naoki is too distraught to notice.

Shore

Naoki arrived with nothing, but he now has a pair of pants and his cloak and a bag. His glowing markings draw the attention of a large predatory crab and Naoki spends a few moments in a drawn out stare down with it.

"Hello."

Except there's no answer, not even the roaring or gibberish of more bestial demons. Instead all he gets in response is a swipe of its claws and Naoki avoids it efficiently but not gracefully. In response he brings his fist down on the hard body of the crab with a bit too much force.

He doesn't so much cave in the crab's body as obliterate it.

Lost Between Steps

There are so many people. Humans. Time was strange in the Vortex World but it feels like forever since he's been around humans. There's an itch in that unnamed sense of his that he gained when he awoke as a demon. It makes Naoki a little cautious and nervous. He's too busy trying to pay attention to everything and nearly walks into someone.

At the last moment he takes a step back and he's falling. And then he lands on carpeted floor, and he hears someone land nearby.

Absolute Immersion

Naoki has always been a good student with a fond for fiction and especially strange or occult stories. That interest hasn't dimmed at all even after his own encounter with demons.

It's a nice break from constantly fighting for his life and for the fate of his entire world.
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robby keene ; cobra kai ; warmblood+cloverfield

[personal profile] strongroots 2022-08-26 09:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ Quick info: 17 year old normal human kid who knows karate, will get defensive if he feels threatened, but will otherwise be willing to listen to others if they seem alright. Has a foggy memory on first day (sept 2) but will know his own name and regain memories in time. I have a little more info here under basics, but be warned for light Cobra Kai spoilers!

new to deer so apologise if i'm being too vague. ;; ]


1. arrival, farther shore - sept 2 ( cw: arrival nudity, battering )
It's not smooth sailing, but this squid finds that more familiar than the serene: to have some goal, a want ahead, but needing to struggle to get even close to obtaining it. The lashing of the waves throw him like the rest, and he worries about them; but what builds stronger is the fear of losing, of being pulled away from that Being promised.

(This seems familiar, too, how too easily is it to lose everything, despite never having in the first place.)

He turns out to be one of the lucky ones. But the struggle doesn't stop, isn't over; and he can be found still a squid, needing help to change.

Or he can be found changed, a body bruised, and having difficulty getting the use of his feet. Who he is, he remembers a name - but his memories are on the slower side to return, and with them his mobility.

2. boardwalk, food - sept 2
He's watching everything, without making it too obvious. A kid that knows to keep his head down, don't make a scene, you know how to hide-- at least there's other Sleepers than just him trying to get their bearings, understand where it is they are despite their desire to be here. Though, they might have better clothes than the welcoming robes. Someone didn't find any personal belongings.

He does have one of the oilcloths of food on his lap when he settles, though. Everything from the wrapping, to the food - there's a furrow to Robby's brow, confused about what he's looking at, none of it familiar initially. You might catch him with this look, get some humour from it or see it as disapproval.

But if he isn't interrupted (or even if he is), he does try it. Dry foods, that he knows about, and the dried tack is recognisable on his tongue. The smell of the fish makes him realise what that is too, and he can down it, even if its salty in his mouth.

Those mushrooms, though-

"Want it?"

He'll offer them up on the cloth to a person next to him. ... Or you can catch his real look of disgust trying to eat one.

( He's definitely going to spit it out into his hand. )

3. around trench ??? location unknown, wandering - sept 2, probably onward
He doesn't stick around. He doesn't ask the questions he probably should, the ones in his head (where should I go, where can I go, what do I do next) and goes out to find them for himself.

Or, so he hopes he would. But none of these streets, the businesses or the people give bring him any comfort of him figuring out where to go, or what it is he's supposed to be doing. Lost, Robby knows what it's like to be lost, but even he knows he's missing something, like an understanding of how this place works.

He's probably not so out of place to draw attention to himself, but he's recognisable enough as a new Sleeper in his robe, his bare feet, and the lost look he can't really hide well anymore. Businesses are what draw his eyes longer, just to see what there is, a browser than a potential customer. Has he ended up at your store, your booth? If there's anywhere with what resembles clothes that aren't flowing skirts, he'll definitely be circling back there.

( While being very aware he's got no money, and less aware of the bartering system that actually exists. )

b. later

What Robby does get, is lost. Even more lost than a guy who didn't know where he was, wandering, ending up through Cellar Door, Prufrock - maybe beyond. It gets late, and he's getting antsy, suspicious, his footsteps hurrying wherever it, there, this is. Searching for a somewhere, and cursing himself for how dark it's gotten, if there'll be anyone there.

It could be a simple bump-in, Robby not watching where he's going; and he stops and gives a sharp, taunting, "What?" without clearly seeing who he's speaking to. Or the same could be if someone thinks to touch him, a step skipped back, a defensive hold in his shoulders.

( ooc: kind of vague prompts but i'd love to get to know what businesses are around, the training schools Robby can stumble on. i'd also be up for him landing in some trouble he can be helped with once it's get last with beasts, etc! or just someone helping a very lost kid out. )

4. boardwalk; fishing nets - sept 3 (and onwards??)
Whatever he goes through his first day, Robby ends up back on the boardwalk, to where the fishing gear is being made, sorted, readied for making catches to supply people for the season. He'd heard about it the other day but hadn't joined in, too disjointed from the tasks to think he had any place with it.

But it's something. A job his hands aren't used to, but Robby's willing, and it's the first thing he's had to focus on since he's been here. Threading the fishing needle is the easier part, and it's what he's given first to do. Then he needs to pass them onto the people doing the threading, which he'll look for, watching the job to try and digest the process. Or so he'll want to, but maybe it's your character he's watching, and they're not keen on him doing so. But he at least tries to not be weird about it, asking, "Mind?" with a nod to their establishing net.

Mind if I watch?

From some point after, he'll have to help with the crafting more intimately, taking all day. He has troubles at the start, but once he gets the hang of it, Robby is determined, quiet in job - proud looking when it manages his first net, and then another after (which are still hours apart).

You can approach him, or if you've been another working on them as he has, Robby might venture to be sociable, ask, "Getting the hang of it?"
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Kagari "Akko" Atsuko | Little Witch Academia | Paleblood

[personal profile] thatsmymagic 2022-08-26 10:05 am (UTC)(link)
i. Deja Vu (arrival for the second time) // sept. 1st
[ Even as a squid being actively tossed against rocks and stuck in the churning waves, Akko feels like she's done this before. Tentacles flail for purchase against the slick rocks on the shore, but she fails to grasp anything meaningful and winds up back in the surf. This process repeats two or three times before she realizes it's not viable. It would help, she thinks, if she WASN'T a squid right now. She's wrong, of course. Just the thought alone is enough to make her start changing into a human form again, and as it turns out, it's way harder to be human-shaped in the ocean. There's a lot of sputtering and thrashing before she is fully formed and breaks through the surface, is slammed bodily into a rock, rolled over by a wave, and deposited on the beach. Bruised ribs aside, it could have been worse.

This time, she knows what to do, though. Akko stands up slowly, determined not to vomit like she did the first time she arrived on these shores. She blinks the seawater from her vision, wobbles on unsteady legs towards the nearest welcome pack in the sand. A brief check confirms it must be hers, because it's got her wand in it, and thankfully there's a nice robe inside to placate her need for basic modesty. It's a bit of a struggle to get all the limbs to remember how to put on a robe, but she's impatient and chomping at the bit to try her hand at Trench again. She knows more. Feels like she can do it better this time. Hopefully her favorite house is still empty.

As soon as she's clothed, she starts with a lurching step towards the boardwalk. It's too much, too fast, and she's clearly struggling to move. Her knees keep locking, her hands keep contorting and clenching/unclenching. Even holding her head up straight is a bit of a task. Plus the increasingly sharp ache in her ribcage hints at damage from the rocks. But Akko ignores all that in favor of focusing really hard on not falling over. You'd be forgiven for thinking she's possessed, but if you aren't giving her a wide berth maybe getting her to slow down and take a minute would be good. ]



ii. two steps forward, one step back (lost between steps) // sept. 3rd
[ It's an innocent step backwards, to do a double take at something or get out of someone's way, she doesn't even remember what or why because she is hurled downwards by an unseen force and that seems way more pressing than any other thought. Akko screams in surprise as she falls, but the instant she hits the ground, all the air is knocked from her lungs. Coughing and sputtering, she grips her ribs, still sore from her arrival ordeal just a couple days prior. ]

Ow! Hey, what gives?!

[ This place...is wrong. Akko's nose scrunches up in distaste. She can feel the damp air sticking to her skin and filling her lungs and she instantly hates it. Instantly wants to be anywhere else - hell, she'll go back to the ocean if it means not being here. The more she looks around, the more she starts to get scared. Genuinely scared, not just her normal nerves. The fluorescent lights are too impersonal and buzz too loudly. The air is too wet. The walls are too decayed and faded. Mercifully, as she tries to figure out which way to go, someone else lands in the room behind her.

Expect Akko to rush over and kneel beside you with tears prickling in her eyes. ]


Oh, thank gosh, I thought I'd have to do this all alone. Hey are you okay, can you walk?


iii. aftermath (+ wildcard) // sept. 4th onwards
[ After her ordeal in the space between spaces, Akko is unusually subdued this month. It's the first time Trench as a place has treated her unkindly. It's the first time in a long time she's been scared and felt genuinely at the mercy of the world around her. A new sense of dread plagues her, knowing that things like that exist here. But she also seems determined to prepare - she spends time making her home a safe and comfortable space to return to, explores the town, wanders the beach looking for newcomers. Just generally tries to make Trench feel like her new home. You can run into her in a lot of places as she explores, and she's prone to asking what people are doing to boot.

And in between it all, she practices her magic. It's finicky and doesn't work half the time, but she spends a lot of time in Crenshaw at night, practicing channeling her will and her blood powers through her wand. In the dark, you might see a sputtering blue light appear and disappear. It might be worth investigating.

((Otherwise, hit me up via pm or on plurk @ [plurk.com profile] runebranded to plot! Or just go wild tbh.)) ]

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2c!

[personal profile] thatsmymagic 2022-08-26 10:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ In truth, Akko has been wandering for a while now. She's getting progressively more paranoid as she turns each corner, starting to feel panic well up in her chest. There's got to be a way out - there was a way in so there HAS to be a way out. But it's reached a sort of critical mass as she runs down this hallway, breathing in heavy gasps, and only barely skids to a halt before she trips over Jinx. ]

Oh! Oh, I'm not alone! Thank everything I'm not alone. [ She tries to steady her breathing, noticing that something is...wrong here. This person is not okay. Immediately, her concerns become cheering this person up, making them feel better. ] Hey, are you alright, can you hear me?
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Lost Between Steps

[personal profile] martyrofduty 2022-08-26 01:19 pm (UTC)(link)
It begins with a step to turn around. Duty lands hard but turns it into a roll and quickly recovers his feet. One hand reaches toward his waist for a weapon, but he halts taking in the sight before him. Carpet, wallpaper, mold and mildew. It's somewhere new and not entirely familiar. Nothing immediately assaults him or the other person who appears here, so he relaxes a notch.

He takes in the glowing marks, apparent young age, and unfamiliarity. Sleepers are many but not so many all things considered. Trench's natives are far greater in number, a single city though they still are. This person looks new.

Duty gives a small nod toward the boy. "Hello," he says.
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3. Around Trench CW: Another boy hugging Robby's dad.

[personal profile] strikefirster 2022-08-26 02:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[At one point Robby will come across a building that has very large abandoned warehouse vibes. Except there's a large sign that used to say "Cobra Kai." except that there's large red paint over it at the moment that reads "Rebranding!" The building obviously isn't actually abandoned as there are a few Trenchie's coming and going from the building, some in black gi's. There's also a black 2009 challenger that he's probably seen once or twice off to the side. The cobra kai logo still on it's hood.

The front door to the dojo opens up and Johnny steps out with another boy around Robby's age. the two exchange a few words that Robby wont be able to make out before they share a smile and hug. It only lasts for a second before they part ways. Johnny doesn't even see Robby in the distance and walks off toward the challenger.

Clearly. This is Father of Year Material.]
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Judith Deuteros | The Locked Tomb | Coldblood

[personal profile] asyetunheard 2022-08-26 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
A

[She hadn't braved the shoreline.

She hadn't braved anything besides attempting to survive. This much, after spending the the last several months wounded and held prisoner by people who saw her as a horrific threat at worst and a tool to use and destroy at best, was enough for Captain Judith Deuteros. Sitting on the edge of the boardwalk, her feet dangling while she gathered her bearings, she looked up and scowled at the little crab that had wandered up towards the boardwalk. It scuttled around like a curious puppy, picking at the dropped bits of food and detritus underneath the boardwalk before it drew closer. It's glassy, beady black little eyes shined with apparent interest as started grasping it's brilliantly colored and powerful claws at the crutches sitting by her side. It was only small compared to the crabs she had heard from others who did trek out along the shorelines-- being the size of a small dog rather than the much larger ones she had watched being hauled in.

Sipping at the mercifully hot coffee she held in her chilled hands, Judith watched the crab warily-- until it grew bold and started to pick up the crutch in it's entirety to take... somewhere.

She didn't want to even think about where.

Setting her coffee down, she grabbed the other end of the crutch and tugged-- to no avail. The blasted crab held fast, even as Judith swore and made to swing--

Which. Did nothing.

A year ago, she was a top athlete in her category of Necromancers within the Cohort. Being able to run a ten minute kilometer was no simple feat for a 'wizard' whose 'magic' habitually degraded their physical bodies, eating away at both flesh and stamina until they resembled more of a skeletal bird than a living person. Now, after being cuffed, wheeled around in chairs and gurneys, enduring surgery after surgery to put her insides back together after a string of poor decisions on her part that resulted in her partner being killed and left her own self on the brink of death?

She could hardly make the crab budge.

After several embarrassing moments of trying, Judith finally looked up at the nearest passerby. Catching their gaze, and asked in the wearied, tired tones of someone who was at the limits of what they could tolerate:]


A little help, here?

B

[She wanted a drink.

Normally she didn't believe in getting inebriated while on duty, but the Cohort was actual lightyears away and Judith just didn't care anymore. She had struggled to follow her orders and maintain protocol even while she hadn't been able to digest her meals without the basic mechanisms being outsourced to machines. Her stomach, removed at one point and replaced with plex devices-- along with part of her esophagus and intestinal tract-- had since been restored at the hands of a traitor to the Empire, and Judith was keen to take advantage of her newfound freedoms by indulging in an ordinary human vice.

However, moving with crutches while the rest of her body recovered wasn't easy. It was slow going, and the remaining surreality of feeling as if her limbs were not her due to her recent Squidhood didn't help matters. One misstep sent her tumbling--

And she had no idea where she was.

Annoyed, she heaved a long suffering sigh.]


I take it this isn't the place for a soldier to get a drink.

Wildcard!

[Don't like a prompt? Make one up! HMU at [plurk.com profile] woodrift if you want to plot.]
Edited 2022-08-26 15:57 (UTC)
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where's paul, robby just wants to talk

[personal profile] strongroots 2022-08-26 02:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Robby almost misses the name, the warehouse walls like no others, and a sign or branding doesn't always seem to mean much in this side of town. But it's a glance that makes his feet stop, and a lingering read stirring up a few different feelings. Kreese, Silver, and Kenny, the methods he doesn't want to go back to. Tory, and that's a conversation he needs to have - but did he ever have it? Is he forgetting anything? --This isn't what he was expecting to walk into.

He doesn't have time to acknowledge anything else around before a far more familiar sight is coming out. Blond hair, worn, even from this distance; confusion creeps with some worry about what his dad's gotten himself into, until he spots the one he's left the building with.

It's out of habit that he takes a step back, finding the fence to take some cover by. Watching, knowing he's been here before - his dad with other guys, comfortable, happy. And he knows too that there's an answer in the form of his dad about this place, heading now for the car, and that other guy-- whatever, he doesn't matter.

Something like pettiness makes him turn back, and he'll keep his head down, and has him decide to avoid this part of town like the plague. He'll get his shit together first, and then deal with his dad.

(Because one hug doesn't change everything over night.) ]
Edited 2022-08-26 14:53 (UTC)
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CW: Drinking and driving???????

[personal profile] strikefirster 2022-08-26 03:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Johnny doesn't realize who just witnessed that and what it could unleash. He's had a good thing going in Trench since he got here. There are kids he cares about. People that he doesn't want to let down. People that he wants to be better for.

He sits down in the Challenger and cracks open a can of Coors Banquet. Today was a good day and he felt like his students were really shaping up to be something. He takes his time nursing the drink celebration before he starts up the car.

He pulls out of the dojo and takes to the street for a little joy ride. As he finishes up the can he'll open up the window and toss it out before speeding off into the town.

The can lands at Robby's feet and Johnny doesn't even catch him in his rearview mirror.]
cryptograms: + ᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴠᴇ (ɪᴛ's a happy land)

( 3b )

[personal profile] cryptograms 2022-08-26 03:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Ford is an easy person to bump into, mostly because he's not paying attention to where he's going. He hurries down the side streets and alleyways of Prufrock, gaze focused not on the road itself but instead on the trail of a particularly interesting critter he spotted earlier.

A trail he is, unfortunately, pretty sure he's already lost. But that just means he'll need to redouble his efforts to find it! So of course, he rounds the next corner fast enough and carelessly enough to bump right into Robby. He stumbles back a few steps, too startled to catch the unpleasantness of Robby's tone. Ford looks up and, seeing that it's just a teenager he's bumped into, gives him a bright if distracted smile.

"Sorry about that. Didn't see you there."

Obviously, but Ford has already forgotten about the apology. He has a much more pressing question to ask.

"Did you see a shark with legs run past here, by any chance?"
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i.

[personal profile] faceblocks 2022-08-26 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[vi's morning walks are less brisk - she's become more careful in her searching - and the (predictable if you know what to look for) sparkler she carries is not lit.

she's had more business with this beach than the usual walks, the usual spars. she's screamed at the ocean on three occasions - once to take something back, another to do just the opposite - and a final, desperate plea for an even trade. just a squid for a squid, an eye for an eye, if you will.

it hadn't seemed to listen to either outburst, but it's hard to tell with the ocean. with mariana? same thing - both the easiest and the hardest of the pthumerians for her to understand. she's not sure if mariana ever listens - or if she's even capable of choosing to. (and if she could choose, would she? even bother?)

vi had circled that beach and the small cluster of rocks, sat in that pool, slept above it as her omen patiently watched, fang waiting and wandering as well while her sleeper slept - and continued the search once violet had been convinced to go home, even for just a little while.

it wasn't giving up if fang was still out there - and the omen had agreed, comforted her with words very close to the same, nudged her with a surprisingly gentle nose, and let vi cry into her fur.

the ocean doesn't hear me and jinx can't either.

she wonders now if she's wrong about that the moment she happens upon this (upon her) puddle of pale flesh and blue tendrils. stopped her in her tracks, she stands still only for a moment before she sprints, screaming her sister's name (both of them) and shoving past anything or anyone else that she finds in her way.

(it's a hallucination. a joke. a trick.

a hope.)

but that's soon replaced by rising dread. again. because yes, she's right - there's no mistaking this - that's powder, that's jinx - not a squid, but a girl - and she's so still where she'd always been in perpetual motion - fidgeting - or even the storm of her features shifting with her mood.]


Jinx? Jinx??!

[a beat - no, half a beat - there's no time for this, as she turns her sister over (which sister? is she the same? will she remember anything? or will she just leave again because you can't hold on to anything even with your big fat hands) and brushes the hair away from her face, an angry cry as she tries to remember what to do.

i know this. i can do this.

there's no time for her to clean her hands (and fuck it, they are from the undercity - what's a little dirt, a little blood as long as it isn't poison), so she opens her sister's mouth with those fingers once she's sure jinx is as flat on the sand as she can be - and impatiently checks for breath - she almost doesn't because it's fucking obvious to her there's no breath - but she can't let herself do this wrong - even if it is a test - even if it never matters - she isn't going to skip a step, because that's not what she was taught, and she's only a fumbling student at this.

yeah, no heartbeat. no heartbeat. no, no, no.]


No. Okay, come on. We're not doing this. Not like this.

[there's a fine line here - and there are days she doesn't know her own strength - days the blood is up and days its down - but those have evened out into enough of a baseline that she's confident she can make these compressions just forceful enough without breaking anything - and she counts them out as she goes, a determined count to thirty, staring down into that stilled face, its features looking ...peaceful. that hurts her heart - but she presses, counts, presses, no breaks - but she can't promise no bruising. clasped hands and her own breath caught, and still the girl is still

two breaths, it's easy.

tilting jinx's head back, pinching her nose shut and covering her mouth with her own, violet breathes once, watches for any rising of the chest - and failing that, she tilts just a fraction more before she breathes again.]


Jinx?

Pow-pow?
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[personal profile] strongroots 2022-08-26 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)
He's got eyes on the man, the tension in the line of his shoulders not easing, caution in how to read this old man's apology and friendliness. There's nothing outwardly off about him - actually, he looks like he could be someone's eccentric granddad - but Robby knows that doesn't always mean much.

But if Robby was worried about something being off about him, it's not what he does hear that he was suspecting. His brows raise, crinkle.

"Are you high?"

If he is high, sticking around is never a good idea, but that question, those words. What. What?
cryptograms: = ɴᴇᴜᴛʀᴀʟ (ʜᴇ's got a watch with a minute hand)

[personal profile] cryptograms 2022-08-26 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Robby's question gets a blink from Ford, but after a moment he simply waves a dismissive (six-fingered) hand at the question.

"No, no, I know they're usually seasonal but I'm certain I saw one."

He's not clued in enough to realize Robby might be asking for reasons other than seasonal inconsistencies. Instead he reaches into an inner coat pocket and withdraws a thick, leather bound journal. He's certain he's got a specimen sketch in here somewhere...

"The smell is unmistakable, for one." And pause, and then: "Though I suppose that means I've probably lost the trail already..."
opheliac: (っ °Д °;)っ (Look out for yourself)

[personal profile] opheliac 2022-08-26 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)
(what would happen if she makes her way towards the light? is there a such thing as an afterlife? will vander and everyone else be there? maybe one day, she can meet vi there, too. and maybe...things will be back the way they use to. is there a certain ideal of what people believe the afterlife would look like? or maybe everyone gets their own little personal version of it.

'i almost drown in these waters...'

will he be there waiting for her? no. he was alive in this place and she was a fool for running off when he spoke to her. and now she regrets that day. it was her only shot to be with him again and wasted it. just like a curse that she is. maybe she deserves this. but whether someone is waiting by that light or what is beyond it, that discovery will not be today. in a flash, jinx begins to cough up water violently while gasping a large amount of air. she instantly curls up while trying to get all of her bearings down; her long slick hair mushed all over her face.)


(she senses someone with her but she isn't sure who just yet. but whoever this person is, jinx will immediately scoot to them and cling as she tries to get her breathing down. it's so damn cold out here for her and her body trembles in desperate for this person to give her warmth.)
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[personal profile] faceblocks 2022-08-26 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[vi knows that look. sure, the dried mushrooms aren't her favorite, but she's had worse, and she's also had: nothing. so it's hard not to laugh just a little at the face the new sleeper makes before he spits it into his hand.]

I'll trade you the rest of my dried fish for that.

[yes, she nods at what he's just spit into his hand. and she'll totally part with the fish, because she's holding a moderate sized container of cooked crabmeat in the other hand. it might smell delicious. angry, giant venomous crabs are fucking tasty.]
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ruby | disco elysium | paleblood

[personal profile] theinstigator 2022-08-26 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
i. arrival. cw: hallucinations, paranoia
[ The migraine is to be expected. Even though she didn't get caught in the paraboloid's blast radius directly, that kind of proximity to any entroponetic tissue, no matter how compressed, is never good. Plus, the headphones she had with her were cheap pieces of shit. Her good pair is back in her lorry.

She must have passed out on the coast, off of Land's End. From the shock. Ruby tells herself it's shock, because shock is predictable, safe. Well-studied. You don't lose yourself to shock. That's the kind of thing you come back from.

Ruby lies against the rocks, curled up tight, the waves beating against her body. Her skin is cut, oozing an iridescent substance that must be Pale, if Pale could ooze. (She doesn't know how right she is.)

She listens to the white noise. It's the closest you can get to sounding like nothing. It sounds like

YOUR SLURRED, CROAKING VOICE REACHES FOR SOMETHING FUNDAMENTAL FOR CONNECTION WITH YOUR FELLOW MAN YOU RECITE THE BEAUTIFUL WORDS TO THE WEARY TRAVELER AND YOU HOPE THAT BY VIRTUE OF HIM FINDING MEANING IN THEM YOU WILL LEARN WHO YOU ARE

the fog rolling in.

And deep in that fog, Ruby doesn't notice the little crab scuttling up towards her ankles. ]


ii. lost between steps.
[ Ruby's current running theory is that there's something in the air here, some kind of weird, fucked-up pollution, that's making her see shit. And hear things. (And remember, but that's a strong word, one that she doesn't like to use.)

So this carpet, this hallway -- it's another vision, right? It's Evrart's office except it isn't. She's probably processing what Titus did to her, or something. It doesn't really matter. Ruby just needs to find an exit, or wake herself up, or do something that'll get her out of here.

The only thing she can do, at first, is wander. The deeper she goes, the smellier the place becomes, the damp underneath her feet making the nastiest of sounds.

Seeing another person isn't much of a comfort. What if they're a part of this place? Ruby stops several feet away from you, eyes narrowed and assessing, her right hand on her gun. ]


...What are you doing here?


iii. absolute immersion. cw: disco elysium spoilers
[ You probably shouldn't have picked up that book.

At first, it seems to be a fairly standard amateur radio magazine. But then you turn the page, and everything goes white.

It feels like you're caught in the middle of a wind turbine, except there's no wind. Your head is pounding, ringing with white noise. It's all nothing, all the way down, and the nothingness exerts pressure, like being trapped deep underwater. It becomes difficult to breathe, much less speak. Distantly, you hear the crackle of static, music interspersed with some advertisement about a device that keeps your balcony twenty degrees cooler mixed with another, steadier voice reading out a long chain of numbers.

Through it all, however, one voice comes through crystal clear: ]


I know you're feeling pretty uncomfortable right now.


iv. wildcard
( ooc: throw me another prompt, if you like! feel free to pm this journal for additional plotting. )
opheliac: ✖ malagraphic (You thought you could keep me)

[personal profile] opheliac 2022-08-26 03:59 pm (UTC)(link)
(there are way too many voices for her to comprehend anything but there's a sound of a girl that seems to dominate throughout all of them. a voice that's looming over them and her. her eyes widen suddenly and she quickly turns -- autopiloting to reach for her pistol except... she doesn't have it. oh.

but although she is lacking a pistol, it doesn't stop jinx from abruptly standing straight and peer at the stranger with a hard look. a solider reaction and immediate ready for combat if need be. in seconds though, jinx loosens her muscles and relaxes a bit though still looking guarded.)


... Who are you?
strongroots: (cash)

[personal profile] strongroots 2022-08-26 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)
He's heard something about crabs and beasts since coming here (the first? food; the other? probably dogs), but walking sharks - yeah, there's something off about this guy.

Yet, he seems harmless. Seems. Going on more like a guy interested in whatever fantasies are in his head than someone about to jump him in some delusion, and so Robby's tone softens, if not entirely believing (or at all).

"You sound like you got turned around somewhere. Sorry," his hands raise, "but I don't know where anything is here. You should look for your family, or someone."
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[personal profile] thatsmymagic 2022-08-26 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Akko breathes a sigh of relief when her new best friend (anyone she finds here that isn't a monster is going to be her new best friend) leaps to her feet. It's a good sign that she can run and react, and it looks like she can fight, too, based on the wild gleam in her eyes. This person also looks tense, to say the least, so Akko puts her hands on her hips and smiles to try and lighten the mood. Thankfully, an unarmed 16 year old girl of Akko's caliber is about as non-threatening as you can get. ]

I'm Akko! I fell in here...uh...a while ago, I guess. I've been looking for a way out. [ She extends a hand for Jinx to shake if she wants. Never mind that her palms are sweaty from the panic that she's stuffing down. ] Do you want...could we maybe look for a way out together?
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2c

[personal profile] theinstigator 2022-08-26 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ For better or for worse, the young, curled-up woman is the closest, tangible thing to Ruby's home she's seen in a while.

Okay, yeah, maybe it's for worse.

She approaches slowly, obviously telegraphing her movements. Not silent, but not too loud either. She remembers the Pale repeater stations, and what they do to people. (What they did to her -- but Ruby can't go there, not right now.)

Ruby sits a few feet away, not close enough to reach out and touch her. Hopefully, it's what the girl thinks is a safe distance. Gently: ]


Hey. I'm -- [ a pause. names are too difficult right now, so: ] -- here to help. It's okay.
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[personal profile] cryptograms 2022-08-26 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Finally, finally, Ford realizes that there's a bit more behind the incredulity in Robby's tone. He blinks and flips his journal closed again, and all of his focus is finally properly on Robby. Some things that definitely should have registered a moment ago, like the fact that the Sleeper robes are in fact Sleeper robes and not some interesting fashion choice, finally click into place.

"Wait - you've only just arrived here?"

That's not really a problem, exactly, but for him to be so new that he's baffled by the idea of sharks with legs is a little concerning.
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[personal profile] opheliac 2022-08-26 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
(jinx exchange glances between her and her hand but nothing much else after that. instead, she just turns on her heel -- long braids following after and walks on. she isn't going to say "no" but if she wants tag along, she can.)

From the looks of it, everything's circling around. I tried usin' the walls and marking my way but it's just the same shit.

(...)

The name's Jinx.

(and that will be all this girl will get out of her.)
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a

[personal profile] cainabeth 2022-08-26 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Why, Jody, all you had to do was ask.

[ Not even that. Coronabeth did the asking, and even that meant nothing. When she unsheathes her knife and thrusts it between two plates of the crab's hard shell, it's not for the Empire, or for a necromancer, or for a friend. It's to demonstrate she can.

Also, the squelching sound that the dying crab makes isn't entirely unappealing. It's a little funny, actually. ]


There you go. A dying living thing. Quick, you better gulp up all its energy before someone else takes it. You're going to need it.
strongroots: (SMASH)

[personal profile] strongroots 2022-08-26 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Luckily, he isn't offering the remnants of chewed mushroom in the trade, but her offer - that would get a surprised brow (clearly, one is worth more than the other), if it wasn't for the other food on her. It 'might' smell delicious - it does, but he'll hold out the clothed mushrooms to the other, give an actual appreciative: ]

Thanks. [ Eyes flicker onto the container, then back to her. ] They handing that out somewhere?

[ Because she probably didn't go out and get some herself, right. ]

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