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You awaken amidst the darkness with only a faint light to greet you. Your body is hemmed in by shards of crystals, gently sparkling and possibly pricking your skin. The surrounding landscape is dyed in the pinks and purples of the dusk filled with crystals protruding from the ground, some as large as a skyscraper. After an hour or two of wandering through the crystal wilderness, a group of people find you worse for wear. They are the gallant Moon Knights from the planet of Prismatica. Because of the strange phenomena during the past months when scientists observed the sudden appearance of rainbow crystals in the sky, the government has been feverishly combing through the moon for more Moonblessed to be rescued. You’ll eventually be brought into Iris’s moon government center.

You all may have your usual inquiries — Where are we? Who are you? What's going on? — and the Prismals are almost too eager to answer. They tell you about their world and about the first appearance of the Moonblessed as the medical staff give you an examination to make sure you’re not carrying any viruses or biological hazards. If you react violently, you may be restrained and nerfed with a specialized neurotransmitting gun that releases a numbing agent through the top of your spine. Once the examinations are over, you’re informed that you will be provided accommodations on their planet during your stay. You will then be escorted to the docks, and led onto a large transport vessel that makes frequent trips back and forth between the Iris moon and the planet. Faces onboard vary from both old and new Moonblessed as well as the local Prismals.

The next destination: Prismatica.

▶ Welcome to the Jungle
Iris Moon, Government Center (Arrival) and Planet Prismatica, City of Lunatia | top

Welcome to Prismatica’s hub, Lunatia, the city of your dreams! A bustling metropolis lush with bright lights, vibrant colors, luxuriant plant life, and all the conveniences of technology absent from your own world… It seems like paradise to all the uninitiated. After a quick tour of the city, new arrivals can find themselves getting cozy in their new homes.

 A  Settle in your new home at Level 2 to find new roommates and say hello to your neighbors! City officials will give you directions to the designated districts across Level 2 and instruct you to pick out a unit. Each apartment complex has a different aesthetic, some may look cozy, some stylish, and some bizarre. The free accommodations have a basic living space that can only fit two or three people at most in one unit.

Starter Chromaspace furnishings are provided which can be controlled with the touch of a built-in panel. Examples are color-changing curtains, transforming sofa beds, cabinets turning into tables, etc. Customizing your apartment or moving out will have to wait until you earn more chroma. Until then, why don’t you check out your new neighborhood or explore the city levels? Maybe your new roommates or neighbors can give you a “hand” with allowance for dinner.

▶ Let’s Do the Time Warp Now
Lunatia | top

Time is relative, but the days do seem shorter — or longer — than usual. A minute passes like an hour. An hour passes like a minute. Everything appears to be moving along as normal, but the numbers and hands on clocks flicker and spin with an unusual and worrying slowness or quickness. Eventually you notice that the darkness of the night barely lasts long enough for you to fall asleep while the sun seems to glare down upon you for an eternity. The temporal shifts disorient your body, which now grows lethargic from being overworked and underslept. Soon, the temporal abnormalities reach a critical point…

 B  Due to the temporal distortions, Prismals and Moonblessed new and old feel their bodies sporadically transform in the strangest of ways. Your joints ache like they’ve carried a lifetime’s weight of misfortune and regret. Your voice turns high-pitched like a certain pair has yet to drop. You turn into a confused infant in one moment and the seasoned fighter you always wanted to be in the next. Your memories also shuffle around along with your apparent age, leaving you confused and unsettled. The transformations can occur and last for as long as the 11th, when everything turns back to normal without incident. That time your baby self peed in your pants? Never happened. Until then, moonlacing seems to stabilize the weird abnormalities.

▶ Starlight, Star Bright, First Star I See Tonight
Lunatia | top

The city’s landscape is not spared by the erratic flow of time. Buildings and streets continuously flicker between the beautiful and vibrant paradise it has become to the ruins of glory days long past. Your eyes may struggle to adjust as you try and convince yourself of what is real and what is not. High rise towers one moment will become wreckage the next, filled with technological debris and the echoing cries of the terrified, and the mighty wingspan of an unknown creature continues to hovers in the distance. The illusion will only last but a minute before you’re back in the present, going about your daily business. However, your trip from the future and back is far from over.

Soon, breaking news reports will inform the city about the sudden vanishing of certain celestial bodies in the sky. Though the moons remain where they should, the nights grow longer and darker as the stars in the sky start disappearing one by one until only the sun remains, eclipsed by some mysterious force. Lunar Scientia has already sent capable teams to investigate the abnormalities, so they ask the public to be patient as they wait for the reports. Until then, they have issued safety guidelines and measures to effectively light the city. The Caelus Tower appears to burn brighter than ever.

 C  For these dark hours, Lunar Scientia releases their latest Chroma-powered technology for Moonblessed use: star lanterns. When a star lantern is held by two Moonblessed, it absorbs newly generated Chroma from them, enabling it to light up the missing stars in the sky as you travel from place to place. The light’s color and intensity will depend on you and your partner’s bond, the spectrum ranging from a violet of hatred to a red full of love. Indifference, however, will not light the lantern at all. It also comes with a float function so that it can be released into the atmosphere without needing to carry it everywhere. Since the technology is limited in stock, Moonblessed may only have one star lantern in their possession.

One of the issued guidelines is to never walk through dark alleys alone even with the lanterns, as the crime rate has increased lately due to those taking advantage of the chaos. This is especially rampant in Level 3, at the mouth of the Lightless.

▶ Oh, They Just Can’t Wait to be King
Outside Lunatia, Port Sylvel | top

On the ides of the third month, an emergency broadcast appears from Captain Natela:

Captain Natela

Greetings, Prismals and Moonblessed.

It is with a heavy heart that I announce that Port Sylvel has been completely crystallized. The Moon Knights are currently recruiting willing explorers and scientists to investigate the cause. Investigations are still pending, but the outlook is grim. The only survivors were among the few we carried out of the city last month. The rest perished from the crystallization.

Our heart goes out to those affected by this plight. There is no cause for panic. There is no sign that the crystallization is spreading beyond Port Sylvel. We Moon Knights stand with the people of Prismatica, as we have done for centuries. We are not mere defenders of a city but protectors of a planet. We endeavor to find the cause of this tragedy and bring peace and justice to the lives it claimed. Until then, we ask for your cooperation. Stay calm and press onward.

Those who volunteer to participate in the expedition will be rewarded for their efforts. They will be assisted by experts from the Lunar Scientia as well as the bear Prismal and Moon Knight Fahrouk, who looks worse for wear after hearing the news.

Officer Fahrouk

Oh, Moonblessed. It's you. Yeah, Hala is doing good. Won the spelling bee! I think she might make the nationals. ... I… I don't think I ever told you. Port Sylvel was our hometown. My wife is buried there. We’d go there every spring. Hala loved picking the flowers there. Did you know that different flowers grow in Port Sylvel compared to Lunatia? Haaaah...

Moonblessed! I know you think I'm not cool enough to hang out with you, and all I do is ask for your help, but please let me go with you! Please… This is something I have to do as a soldier, a husband, and a father.

… What? You always thought I was cool?

Finding strength and resolve after the participants tell him he's supposed to assist them on their mission anyway, Fahrouk distributes LIFE suits to the participants as he briefs them on what they're about to do. He and the participating Moonblessed will then be transported via a large transport vessel.

Port Sylvel is hardly recognizable. What was once an idyllic coastal town is now a site of tragic beauty — crystal formations encase buildings and Prismals like jagged glass coffins, as if preserving life in its final moments. Readings from life detectors tell you that everyone in the crystal has passed on, but you and your fellow Moonblessed think you can still hear their cries of distress carried along by the wind, warning you about the Prideful King.

 D  Gigantic crystal lions flank the passage of the port city, their wings spread open and blue flames pouring forth from their mouths. You hear rumbling guttural noises, and if you approach them, their roars will escalate to warn you about proceeding any further. Beware: a single bite from these lions can easily tear through the LIFE suit and cause your body to crystallize quickly unless someone rushes in to moonlace with you to halt the effect. These lions are unlike the beasts you’ve fought before: their otherworldly strength is overwhelming, and nothing seems to wear them down. Destroying them seems pointless, as they quickly regenerate the minute they are obliterated.

Eventually, transmissions from the LIFE suits announce an order for escape. Buildings collapse and shatter in your wake, and the ground quakes violently as something awakens in the far distance...


▶ questions

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IS THIS CANON? ▶ As our test drive memes are game canon, feel free to keep any threads that happen here as canon for your character should they be accepted.

ANNIVERSARY ▶ Happy first anniversary, Prismatica! Thank you to all of you who have been with us since the beginning. We appreciate it immensely! Remember that we always welcome input and suggestions from players. This event is a little out of the ordinary because of our anniversary celebration.

OPT IN AND OUT ▶ For current players, please do not be alarmed! As always, you do not have to be affected as there are safe areas across Lunatia that remain as is.

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kara ▶ detroit: become human

[chores]

▶ a — ARRIVAL.

❪ it's not the first that kara has awoken in a strange place with no memory of how she got there.

it's how she began her life in detroit and then her life in duplicity. duplicity, god, that feels like a lifetime of memories ago. faded, barely there images now coming back almost faster than she can process it. people, places, events. it leaves her oddly still for a long, long moment until she finally brings herself to sit up and look around. this isn't the sort of welcoming kara was expecting and it's clear on her features. there are no doctors, no scientists and everything is wild compared to the sterile welcoming center of duplicity.

that is until they reach the government center and suddenly, understandably, everything is a little familiar. she likes the people here better, she decides and can be found smiling pleasantly throughout the explanations given. still, it worries her to have once again been snatched from home. were these two worlds somehow related? and, if so, had anyone else made this trip? kara hopes, selfishly, so she is not alone in this new, colorful but just as wild world.

although kara is quick to gather her little bit of belongings, intent on heading out, she does pause if she spies someone that might be taking the news as well as she is. ❫

Are you okay? ❪ she asks quietly, softly but noticeably like a mother might. ❫

▶ b — WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE.

❪ it's not the first time that kara has had a space to herself. her apartment back in duplicity's up had been lavish, nicely decorated and certainly beyond her normal means. this space is much smaller, quaint and kara finds herself loving it more than she had her previous space although (just like then) there is something missing. although given the state of this world, she doubts that her daughter might have made the trip but she cannot bring herself to just wait and see. not when there is a chance, no matter how small that chance just might be.

and so, she can be found around the level approaching anyone that passes to pleasantly ask: ❫

Sorry, excuse me. I'm hoping you can help me. My name is Kara and I'm looking for a little girl, my daughter; her name is Alice.

▶ c — STAR LIGHT, STAR BRIGHT.

❪ for being a state-of-the-art android, kara is stumped. although there isn't much to the lantern there is just no getting it to work. even scans of it show nothing that could be of use to her in getting the thing to work properly. this place, it seems, just like duplicity was serious when it came to there tricks to couple people together in new and sometimes questionable ways. it's why kara finds herself ultimately sighing and looking to whomever might linger near, offering the lantern with the smallest of smiles in the darkness. ❫

Shall we then? They say you need two people to make it work.

▶ d — WILDCARD.

❪ kara is a cr!au from duplicity! that said, she realizes she is in a completely different world and isn't likely to actively seek anyone out or randomly mention "hey! i know you!" but that said, please use the wildcard option for anything not mentioned above! kara is generally pretty curious and like exploring so feel free to run into her anywhere around. if you'd like to set something up then please feel free to hmu through a pm to this account or shoot me a message on plurk at kaldwin. ❫

c

[burstmodes]

[ the darkness isn't quite so weird, but the silence is. even back home, however long that's been now, there had always been something crying in the shadows. it's a strange thing to get used to, and yet, once the light dies, once the stars are gone, the quiet follows and makes it much too surreal.

prompto has his own lantern, but he's mostly using the flashlight attached to the front of his shirt like he's back in some dungeon crawling around in the dirt and grime. it's not a good trade for the sun or even the moons. still, he makes the best of it, trying to help people navigate their own way so they're safe, and at first, he feels like it's a trick that he sees kara's face ahead of him. he takes one step and falters, almost tripping over his own feet as he stares, blinks and then shakes his head. then squints. it's not until she speaks that he realizes he's squeezing his fingers incredibly tight, pulse racing as he tries to find something to say. ]

— Kara?

[ he feels like he's going crazy or he's close to passing out. how could she be here after all this time? ]

kirigakure shura | blue exorcist

[exaomori]

1 welcome
[Naturally, getting yanked from the comfort of your home world sucks majorly, but hey, at least whatever bureaucratic nonsense system in charge of this place is willing to provide free housing to the poor lost souls that end up here. Mind, Shura's really not a poor lost soul, but whatever, not the point.

If housing is free, than Shura will be happy to take it, not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. She knows the value of four walls and a roof over her head. The trick is finding said a set of walls and a roof just for herself, because screw having to deal with the drama of roommates if she doesn't have to. It might not be an option, but a girl's got to try. It all leads to one of the two following scenarios:

A. Shura, having knocked on a door and not hearing a quick answer, assumes that the place is clearly empty and is up for grabs and just strolls right on in. Unfortunately for her, there's aready someone inside? Awkward.]

Oh, sorry~

[Based on her tone and the flippant way she waves her hand indicates that she is clearly not sorry.

Or the alternative, B. Shura lucks out and finds an empty apartment. Except the lock doesn't work, and it's not hard at all to walk right on in like a champ. It takes a second, but as soon as she realizes that someone's coming in, Shura will emerge from one of the bedrooms to confront the intruder.]

Hey, this place is occupied.

[wanna fight, let's go!! Except let's not, that's too much trouble.]

1.2 bungle in the jungle
[Alternatively, she'll find a new potential friend in some establishment that serves alcohol, sidling up right next to them and giving her best smile.]

Is this seat taken~?

[don't trust her it's a trap. Or trust her and risk having to buy her a drink, whatever.]

2 time warp
[Dang, that sandwich you just bought looks real good. Smells good too. And if you take your attention off of it for like a second, a filthy kid will more more than willing to snatch that from right under your nose. Or maybe she grabbed something a bit more valuable.

Tailing her isn't too hard, though it'll take quick runner or some bad luck on Shura's end to catch her. Either way, she's definitely not happy to be caught, spitting and hissing like some sort of stray cat.]

Get away!

3 wildcard
[find her getting into trouble or something else. she is taken from shortly before the manga starts, so she will have the long hair and tattoo, some icons are a lie. pm me if you want to figure something out!]

1.2 but backwards

[lightningruins]

[Shura's chatting up some Prismal when Lightning walks in, and freezes for a second as he confirms that yes, that's exactly who he thinks it is.]

Oh wow, there you are! [Sorry, Shura, there's a hobo in your personal space.

At least he... doesn't stink?? Apparently he's bathed recently.]

Took you long enough!

itachi uchiha | naruto

[anbu]

time warp

a. [In the broad glare of daylight, there is a young teenager standing on the street, posed apart from the flow of pedestrian traffic. His posture is unnaturally still and straight. He appears to be doing nothing, though after a few moments he crosses the street and heads under the shelter of an awning, the shop it belongs to closed down for the day.

The day, whatever day it is, has dragged on far too long, endless and hot, sun cycling into the sky at uncountable intervals. Exhaustion sets itself heavy upon his shoulders. Itachi feels as though he's been awake three days straight; not unusual in itself, but he can't recall the last thing he ate, and as he's had Sharingan activated for so long... His mind won't calm. Constant is the worry of what occurs back home without him.

At last Itachi collapses gracelessly against the wall beneath that awning and buckles down, crouched, head bent toward his knees.]

b. [Itachi has veered toward the source of troubling reports in level three. He is not certain what he's expecting to find, as none of the bulletin descriptions promise anything more than average criminality — no murders or assassinations, no grand political plots, no spies in hiding. Yet still he goes to find the source of unrest in this seeming utopia. The disorienting hiccups in time have left him discontent, restless, hunting for a way to occupy himself in the only way he knows how. And without an animal mask, he's substituted for a dark-colored scarf wrapped around the lower half of his face.

Perhaps you see him first, perched at the edge of a low one-story building, bright red eyes boring into you from the comfort of shadow.]

c. [Or, perhaps you don't see him, and go about your business... until you're stopped. Itachi drops down directly into the path of the narrow alley.]

You're being followed.

[Not by him. Probably.]

starlight

[He's turned the concept of chroma and moonlacing over and over in his mind for the better part of the day.

In his hands, Itachi is holding the lantern provided him by city officials. It's a simple metallic container, well-crafted to five points in the shape of a star, sleek and smooth beneath his fingertips. He's not certain how long he's carried it, but he's made no move to initiate physical contact with another person on the street regardless of whether they have a matching lantern. And he has no real intention to do so.

The next another Moonblessed crosses his path, Itachi approaches, lantern extended out on offer.] I will not require this.

[Just passing off his problems, thanks...]

port sylvel

[Arriving in the port, Itachi devotes himself to the action as someone born and bred for it, falling to a focus he hasn't felt since he'd woken in this strange and alien place. The crystals take his attention first — rather than rush in, he moves with caution, circling around the overtaken buildings with a calm demeanor of concentration. If joined by someone, he will turn his head in their direction:] Is this a recent circumstance?

[Some time later, Itachi confronts the overlarge lions posted like vigilant guardians over the ruinous port. He does not move in their direction. It is difficult to tell what controls them, or how they work, so his intention now is simply to observe their behavior and gather evidence.

If he notices anyone else nearby, he says,] I would suggest keeping a distance.

wildcard

[Hit me with something else! In the time warp prompt, Itachi is from early Anbu canon, so about 12-13 years old (and high key #stressed).]

port sylvel

[downswing]

[ Coat of crystal, an absconded city-port, the fury of the prideful king. Before: planes of reality trapped between fatigue of blinks, the drum of milling crowds one heartbeat, dying into shroud of silence the next.

For the first time in weeks, Wangji's head aches again, eyes, ears and tactile sense resplendent with overstimulation. He has come, on invitation, to visit a corner of the world governed by grief unlike what he has walked before, even in cities traipsed by plague before him — a complete, sullen, inert absence of life, spared even the stench of rot and the hunt of starved-out ravens.

Beyond fingertips, the thin stretch of the suit's strange silks deny him the naive pleasure of anchoring his reality again, despite the time warp: he feels the strength and solidity of the crystal bed before him, touch sweet on the shell of crystal that's claimed an outpost household — all muted, reduced, shadow of itself.

Cold. Always cold in this crystal world, and here he is, son of a winter city. The boy beside him whispers his question before Lan Wangji can usurp the comfort of their silence first. A disciple perhaps. A courier.

Redux, Wangji's eyes in their tepid blinks, wisps of sound, the distant strength of foreign sorcery. He does not turn to the boy to answer him. ]

Recent. Not the first onslaught.

Vanessa Shephard ( oc )

[brownstoned]

welcome to the jungle

a:

Vanessa had those hopes about knights in shining armor sweeping her off her feet. Thoughts every parochial school Gen X girl filled with her trapper keeper with back in the day. So yeah, she was a little miffed her childhood fantasy found her plucked out of her barely stitched back together life at forty-one by a bunch of bestial, too friendly Magic Cops calling themselves the Moon Knights. The too little too late irony was deafening

What really got to her was now she was standing in an apartment that wouldn't be out of place on SoHo with all its cramped nothingness, and her jeans were torn. These were her good pair.

"Shit, these were from Barney's..." She wanted to stamp her foot but resisted the urge to be completely childish. Instead, rummaging through her Kate Spade purse - the one thing she seemed to be able to keep track of since her arrival - when she heard the door start to unlatch. She needed a breath mint or at least some lip stain before dealing with this.

"Look, I'm sure our generous overlords made us roomies out of the goodness of their unfathomable hearts, but I'm not a campus freshman."

starlight, starbright

c:

Vanessa was holding a moon lantern. She had taken one with the resigned awkwardness of someone feeling roped into some kind of mandated company trust-building exercise. Only because her device blowing up about celestial bodies skipping out of the cosmos like a cheap date would get her out of her apartment. Regardless, she holds the lantern close and gazed up at the sky with a laid bare look of wonderment she hadn't had for a very long time.

She turns to no one in particular without looking away and says, "So this is weird."

( ooc: her history is locked cause I'm writing it still but Vanessa is an OC who is a zeitgeist of every wine-soaked fictional thriller your mom reads on the beach so she comes with the caveats of being an alcoholic who abuses prescription drugs and is just, in general, an upper-middle-class white lady from manhattan )

starlight

[uncredentialed]

That comment gets a surprised laugh out of Virginia, because it might be the understatement of the century.

"Ah, yeah, that about sums it up," she responds, turning her attention from the sky to the stranger. "I think I've had dreams like this, after reading too many comics with my son."

Striga | Castlevania

[strongestsister]

▶ THE HUNTED

[This was not exactly Striga's idea of a 'good time', plucked from her beloved's side as sunlight threatened to breach castle walls, shielding themselves in a shroud of darkness hidden away from the rest of the waking world. Nightfall loomed over this strange fucking place far longer than it should though was met with no complaints from the vampire warrior, seizing the opportunity to explore the city limits, learning all that she could about her would be captors. The city seemed in a state of disarray, forces of the land seemingly stretched thin as crime ran rampant through the streets.

Caring little for the appointed station provided here, doorways so fucking small she nearly bashed her forehead off, Striga took to the streets on this fateful night roaming the expanse of the third level. It was darker and far more dreary than its counterparts, suiting Striga just fine as she scoured the slums gathering information. Doing what she does best, strategizing her next move in this oddity of a world, buildings of grandeur rivaling that of Styria's castle though pale in comparison to its majestic beauty.

Tattered cloak is pulled upward, covering lower half of her face to shield herself from any passerby who just might recognize her for what she is, ever the cautious one out of all the sisters. Turning down a narrow street the tight corridor left little light save a small lantern flickering above someone's doorstep. It is there Striga comes to a halt, a pungent smell wafting in her nostrils, stench of boorish men enclosing from depths of the shadows. Three to be exact, honed senses narrowing on her attackers as one stepped into the light holding what appeared to be a steel dagger. A small grin forms at the tips of Striga's lips, utterly unamused by the situation at large before a soft bout of laughter erupts out.]

I do not have time for this shit...Get on with it.

[As if they needed further provoking, Striga's gaze flickers back and forth to each miscreant as they try best to surround her. A flash of red shines in the darkness, fangs bared with an audible hiss as the warrior strikes forward. In the blink of an eye she is on the first, seizing them by the throat, feet raising from the air with ease before tossing him through a nearby window pane. Two came at once now from each side, one to her rear surging forward with sharpened steel. Quick to dash away, Striga stands behind them now, grin widening in amusement now as she kicks their leg out, shattering bone and rending flesh, assailant falling immediately to the ground crying out in agonizing torment. Vision narrows on the third and final sub doer, trembling in his boots at the sight of his companion broken and bloodied. Dropping his weapon to the ground with a loud thud, would be thief screaming at the top of his lungs and running in fear, leaving his so called 'friends' behind.

Crossing her arms with a satisfied smirk plastered over her features, Striga chuckles modestly to herself as a hand moves to her forehead, shaking head furiously before stepping over the wobbling mortal near her feet. How easy it would be to tear his throat out with one fell bite but dead bodies would draw unsuspecting attention, no doubt others nearby overhearing the bellowing shrieks of this crippled yet otherwise alive vagrant.]

Dishonorable fucks.

▶ STALKING LIVESTOCK

[After the run-in with those foolish miscreants who thought to best her in combat last eve, Striga found herself growing restless, famished from her efforts. True she could survive off the blood of animals but the woman much preferred the hunt, watching and waiting for the opportune moment to strike.

That being said however Striga knew better than to leave piles of corpses in her wake here, a world bound by its own rules and regulations no doubt and wished to keep a low profile despite nefarious affairs the night prior. A lack of better judgement on her part no doubt but she had been royally pissed off already, thieving rats pushing her to the brink. Perched on the rooftop of a two floor building basked in moonlight the vampire's gaze honed on one unsuspecting individual. They were alone, waltzing through the darkness seemingly without cause for worry, little did they know what kinds of creatures lurk in the abyss.

Smirking pridefully, Striga thrust herself from the rooftop, cloak flapping in the gust of wind graciously floating to the ground some distance behind her mark as to not draw attention.]

Little good a lantern will do you in such a state of affairs skulking through the darkness.

[Stepping out from the shadows to be absorbed in moonlight, arms crossed as the vampire approached the negligent being from the rear ever cautiously.]

▶ WILDCARD

[Have something else in mind that you would find interesting? I'm totally game! Feel free to contact me on Plurk if you have any questions over at Jareman]

STALKING LIVESTOCK because that seemed kind of hilarious

[reposing]

[Usually, Alucard is able to pick up on people who are following him. It wasn't until this woman threw herself off of the roof that he had noticed her. She's good, but he's keeping himself on guard.]

The lantern is not for traditional lighting.

[He pauses, looking her over.

Another vampire.]

Looking for something?

Inuyasha | Inuyasha (not re-apping, just harassing old pals...feel free to ignore)

[barkonthetree]

A) THE BOYS ARE BACK IN TOWN

[What he remembers last is something idle. Lounging in a tree maybe, or sniffing out the strange wares in the big indoor market. It's lost on him which. The point is that when he first stirs, he suspects nothing is amiss. There was no holy arrow shot his way before he slept, no suspicious character lurking around, no enchantments uttered. Nothing.]

FUCK!

[Which is why he is cursing a blue streak as he snaps the shards off his body, snarling and rolling to the side as he finally cracks that last fucker loose. Panting, he comes to his hands and knees and looks to the sky. Lo and behold, there it is. That big old bastard marble, home to perverts and stinking cities and the tainted magic of its stupid fucking moons.

His face drops into despair.]

Not this shit again...


B) KNOCK THREE TIMES ON THE CEILING IF YOU WAAAANT MEEEE

[To say that he's thrilled to return would be an outright lie. Getting back on solid ground is no comfort. Worse still, the scents have changed.

The first place he checks is Kagome's apartment. Gone. Replaced by someone new, and all traces of her swept away. His heart clatters in his chest and he tries not to imagine the worst. Next he tries Matthias. That apartment is evacuated. Rosetta's too.

Most people, actually. They've vanished. Maybe this place stunk to high hell and back, maybe some of the muck and fumes are masking trails, but he just plain can't find them.

Against his better judgment he finds himself in the forest with one last glimmer of hope, but there's no trace of Sesshomaru either. He's not sure how to feel about that. Definitely not concerned. Not in the slightest.

He throws a fist into the nearest tree and grits his teeth, ears flat and brows knotted.]

Where is everyone? [He looks around, helpless.] How long was I gone?


C) SWEET CHILD O' MINE

[You've come home, it's been a day. All you want is some easy grub and maybe a beer (if you're legal that is, if not maybe there's some of that sweet Sunny D kicking around). The thing is, you can't quite put your finger on it but something's not right.

Are those scratches on your fridge door? The look like wee little claws. The inside of it looks okay but you definitely had an extra chicken breast in there. It's gone now, and the window is open. You're sure you left it closed.

You hear something shift. Was it underneath your couch? Behind the counter? If you chance to look underneath, you'll find two wide gold eyes gleaming back at you from the darkness.

That's when it makes a break for it. A blur of red and silver dashes for the window like its life depends on it. Only then do you realize that you're being robbed by an actual baby. Sucks to suck?]


D) STAR BABY, FLASHY LITTLE SHINY TWO-TIMIN' MAMA

I don't get it. Aren't they just supposed to be more suns, but really far away? [Inuyasha holds the lantern out in confusion. He's taking it from the science men, it's supposed to be important for whatever reason, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have questions.] Kagome said—

["I don't know who that is, just...just take it, you're holding up the line!" The man pushes the lantern back to him and hails the next Moonblessed to come forward. "Next!"]

Hey! I'm talking to you! Answer me! [Inuyasha will not be dismissed so easily! The nerve of this guy... He wedges back in at once with a fist slamming to the table.] How are these dumb lights going to work magic on some big fire too far away to reach? What are you playing at!

[We might need an intervention...]


E) SATURDAY NIGHT'S ALRIGHT FOR FIGHTING

[Even if he loathes these stupid clothes, all swaddled up like a damn baby and wearing a shitty glass bubble over your head, he's ready for a chance to do something meaningful for once. He never made it out this far on his last stay in this realm, so he has no vision of glory or life to supplant this crystal hell.

All seems quiet. The lions stand tall and proud at their gates, but as he draws closer his ears prick underneath the glass.]

Oi. Did you hear that? [He turns to the other traveler, eyes narrowed in suspicion.] Listen...

[If they pause, it can be heard plain. An animalistic rumble, low and faint.

A warning.]


F) WILDCARD!!

((I'm literally just here for shits and giggles so I'm game for pretty much anything, hmu with a surprise if you want anything different or pm this journal to hash stuff out!))

B

[sheisthewind]

[Inuyasha isn't exactly quiet in the best of times, and when one can pick up sounds on the wind, that's only magnified. They managed to be on better terms by the time that he left. Not necessarily friends, but on semi-civil terms.

It's when she hears him ask how long he was gone that she decides to make an appearance. If he remembers this place, then he'll remember that much. A small contained cyclone about twenty feet from him announces her arrival.]

Yo.

[One difference Inuyasha might notice immediately is at her hip - there are a pair of swords sheathed there.]

Kagome vanished not too long after you did. Sesshoumaru was here until very recently.

sesshomaru | inuyasha

[fashionicon]

timewarp
a. [ It is impossible to tell that Sesshomaru is much younger than before. Being a youkai has the unfortunate side-effect of even hundreds of years ago, he doesn't look all that different. His eyes are significantly colder and his tone is much harsher, but that is the only indication that something is different about him.

Time has warped him to when his father still lives, so he leaves the humans mostly alone. It is his father's will that kills them from being cut down by his hand, but he has little to no love for them. He has no humans that are his people, and finds the Prismals to be barely a step up from the humans. ]

Worthless beasts. Must they be no better than pests?

b. Good grief.

[ Time has warped to turn him to an older version of himself. Significantly older, even if he only looks in his early forties. Most noticeable would be that while he still wears his red-and-white kimono that his hair is black and there is no markings on his face. It isn't that he's become human after so many years, but rather that he's learned how to mask his youkai appearance to appear as one. ]

This doesn't even smell like Earth. [ What an odd thing to say. He turns to the person to his side as he quips out: ] What's happened?

[ Sure, it has been a few thousand years, he's mellowed out considerably but he still has a bit of a sharp tongue. On the positive, he's gotten a little more chill being around humans and no longer considers all humans to be a plague upon the earth. He only thinks that of some of them -- progress! ]

star lantern - this little light of mine.

[ To help light the way, the city has given lanterns. However, Sesshomaru is more than used to walking (not stalking, thank you) through the dark. So he says to himself, but he knows the flaw in his pride. It takes chroma to use his abilities and he'll soon drain himself dry if he uses his natural abilities to help him.

But then comes the second issue... his lips curl into a grimace as he would rather die than ask for help. So, while he's aware that he needs to use the lantern so he doesn't waste his own chroma needlessly, he refuses to request anyone's assistance in the matter.

Which leaves him to just walking around with the lantern being rolled in his hands and his chin tilted up in annoyance. ]

wildcard

[ Wanna do something else? Hit me with it. ]

Star Lantern

[tricksterheart]

You look like you'd rather crush something to a pulp than have someone help you light that lantern.

[His opinion hasn't been asked for. However, there's something about this person which has caught his interest. There's a certain power to him which is drawing him in. It makes him want to know more about what it is, what it means. Not to claim for himself or even control but because it bothers him to not know.]

Or perhaps you've lived long enough without having to ask for help that you're not used to it and the benefits it provides.

Okita Sougo | Gintama

[firstsaderesponder]

▶ (1) consider yourself at home

[Another planet, huh. Sougo had several questions as to why he got here, but he chalked it up to "weird Amanto shit" and moved on. Aliens and a sudden burst of new technology? That wasn't too different from home. Besides, a change of pace could be interesting instead of the usual boring day of patrols and paperwork. His one concern was how Kondou-san would be able to handle the Shinsengumi without him...but it's best not to focus on that now. Time to find a nice apartment. It would be interesting to live somewhere else than Shinsengumi headquarters (which is basically Edo's frat house, let's face it). Ah, but Sougo will miss messing with the rest of those guys. He has to start over, but that could prove to be a lot of fun too. His neighbors won't know what hit 'em.

Sougo tries to examine each room. Does the bed have bedposts for bondage? Could the room fit a cross in there? But most importantly, he wants to tests how comfy the beds are. He'll lay down on the bed, put on his signature red sleeping mask, put his arms behind behind his head, and pretend to nap. He may actually doze off in your room if the bed is just that comfortable...]

▶ (2) with a bit of a mind flip you're into the time slip
[ooc: both will have replies from yakidsobapan]

a.

[If you're nearby a park, you may find this brat. While a few other kids are playing around, little Sougo is in a corner of a sandbox alone. He draws in the sand using a stick, creating all sorts of creatures from monsters to dogs and gorillas. If you come closer, you may notice that his eyes are red and he's sniffling a lot. His tears well up once in a while, and he hastily, roughly wipes them with his kimono sleeve.

At this point, he's wandered around and he can't find Aneue or Kondou-san...he's accepted the futility of his situation: he's not home. He doesn't like talking to others, so he won't dare ask someone, and not a sketchy adult, no less. If any weird stranger approaches him, he can always fight back!]

b.

[As the sun sets, Sougo's tummy is grumbling again. He's so hungry with no way to get food. Usually the adults in his life would take care of that. But now he must fend for himself. It shouldn't be too hard, right? He wanders around to finally find a couple of restaurants. He puts his face up to the window, looking at the food on display...and then quickly draws back as his stomach protests once again. He clutches his stomach with his small hands.]

Shut up...

▶ (3) keeping watch in the night

[One second he sees the glistening city, the next second it's in ruins. This coupled with along those giant wings and each star disappearing one by one...it's enough to put him on edge. At home in Edo, this normally would be a situation for the Shinsengumi to look into. But without Kondou-san, what did he owe this place?

Regardless, he's keeping an eye out for anything suspicious. This entire situation makes him nervous, but anyone approaching him sees only his usual neutral expression. So it is as he walks down the street, star lantern floating by his head, trusty sword at his belt, both hands in his pockets. There are a bunch of other Moonblessed around, so might as well get this lantern lit. But how does he approach someone? He isn't one of those freaks who board an airplane and then talk to the stranger next to them. But then Sougo remembers that the type of bond used to light the lantern doesn't matter. He stifles a smirk as he calls to the next Moonblessed who passes him by with an unlit lantern.]

Oi, wanna light this lantern?

[Tread carefully.]

▶ (4) so enemies beware

[Finally, the expedition offers more a chance to get some adrenaline running. Sougo was itching to get back into battle and he wanted to see what a good fight would be like on this new planet. However, he didn't anticipate it being this difficult.

Another crystal lion ducks to try and take a bite out of a group of volunteer fighters. Sougo runs towards it, swiftly shifting to the side at the last second while slicing through the lion's neck. A clean cut. But it's useless. Sougo jumps back, panting. His brow furrows as he sees the crystals rebuild the lion's frame.]

How annoying. It's been a while but they don't stop, do they? They don't even bleed.

▶ (5) wildcard

[ooc: Feel free to come up with something completely different. My Plurk is at vonreuenthal.]

(2)b.

[mayoninofukucho]

[He's out looking for a supermarket (a man needs to get his mayonnaise somewhere) when he passes by the kid. It takes a few seconds, then he feels that mental record scratch and twirls around.]

Sougo?!

[He hastily makes his way back to the little boy and crouches down next to him.]

How the hell did you end up like this?!

[After his awakening on Iris he had first been reunited with his subordinate at the moon base, where they quickly confirmed that neither of them had any idea how they had gotten there, then they had taken the same transport ship to Lunatia, where Sougo took off to "make sure I get a good apartment"... and now he's a child?!]

Renfri | The Witcher | Spoilers for the first ep (if that still needs to be warned for)

[lovelylintar]

Arrival/Time Warp:

[ To say Renfri had reacted violently to the medical examination would be an understatement. She had no intention to let anyone touch her body to "check for viruses or biological hazards"... Not when she wasn't sure they didn't work for Stregobor. It had taken more than one dose of the sedative to take her down, having injured a few of those who'd tried to restrain her in the process.

By the time she leaves the facility, it's dark - Renfri assuming at least a few hours if not days had passed while she'd been unconscious. The explanations simmer beneath the surface as she walks around the city. And then night turns into day in what felt like only an hour - adding to her confusion.

Eventually, after settling in her chosen unit and stripping off her armor - she sets out in search of a bathhouse. Only, when she leaves the building, she's no longer her current self. She's shorter, hair longer, her clothes baggy and awkwardly draped as she runs through the streets. Enjoying a freedom from her stepmother's ever-present watch as she explores a new land -- free of the emotional burdens that face her future. Not paying attention to where she's going, the Princess collides with someone - apologies rolling off her tongue instead of acid. ]

I sincerely apologize!

[ She returns to her adult form a short time after, the weight returning to her shoulders as a scowl dances on her lips - replacing the smile that had once been there. She braces a hand against a nearby wall, getting her wits back. If she feels eyes on her, her head snaps over her shoulder, offering a scowl. ]

What?

Starlight, Star Bright, First Ass I Kick Tonight:

[ The wash of darkness and further distortion to her vision wasn't pleasant, but fighting was at least something she could handle. When rumors start circulating that dangers were lurking in the darkness and others were trying to take advantage, Renfri makes her way to Level 3. She'd love to say it was for a noble purpose, but it wasn't. It was a way to vent her frustrations with the situation and her anger on someone else that she could say deserved it. How fitting that someone born under a Black Sun was gravitating towards the mouth of the Lightless.

She had an advantage the criminals didn't know about -- unless they were fighting with silver, they didn't stand a chance. Besides, what's the worst that could happen to someone who has nothing left to lose? It might be a little unnerving to have someone jump in to help someone in need only to watch them go a little too far and eventually if someone physically tries to intervene... She'll stop. Leaving the original assailant alive. Barely. Wiping at her face with the back of her hand, she rises to her feet, muttering a quick 'fuck' under her breath before looking at whoever's next to her. She felt more exhausted than she normally did after a fight... Maybe not fully understanding how her Chroma worked. ]

Are you alright?

Drink Up, Darling:

[ After visiting a bathhouse on Level 2, Renfri had eventually hit a point where she needed a drink. Standing at the bar dressed simply in a now clean and blood-free tunic and leggings, she drains her first drink before quickly setting the glass back down on the bar top for a refill. And then maybe she could find a way to refill her Chroma before she burned herself out completely.

Instead of asking someone about it, she just picks up her now refilled cup - drinking it much slower than before as she looks around the bar. Finally taking in her surroundings and the people also with her. It was strange, it was all strange, but at least the idea of Moonlacing sounded like a unique way to discuss fucking. In various forms. She wasn't much for hand-holding, but she had nothing but time apparently. She should be dead, but she isn't and that's still... unsettling. Unsettling enough that the restraint she'd been showing with her second drink goes out the window as she drains it again.

Fingers dance over the scar on her throat. Everyone she'd asked, or rather screamed at when was being looked over before she was sedated had no explanations. She was just alive again. It was a second chance and she didn't deserve it.

Keeping her expression mostly schooled, she quietly stands at the bar - hands braced against it as she waits for her third drink in the span of about 5 minutes. It's fine. She's fine. Don't mind the heavy sigh that escapes her lips as her head dips - still damp brown waves obscuring her face from view for a moment. ]

Wildcard:

[ #yolo or I guess #yolt in her case. feel free to find her wherever or pm me for a custom starter. ]

Starlight, Star Bright

[fanoperator]

[As much as Huaisang loved his job as a host at the Sunset Club, it did have certain drawbacks. Level 3 could be a disreputable place in the late evening, and Huaisang looked like a target in every possible way. Small-built and expensively dressed, with long hair and long robes, he looked every inch the idle, pretty playboy, though it would be understandable if someone mistook him for a girl.

His evening had already gone poorly. Courtesan though he was, his job only involved drinks and conversation, and perhaps some light cuddling and kisses if both he and the customer were in agreement. A new customer had gotten too handsy, to the point that Huaisang had signaled for help and had him thrown out, and the experience had rattled Huaisang badly. Still, he hadn't expected that the same customer would wait for him, lurking a block away between the club and the elevators to the upper levels.

It was possible, had he not been rescued, that Huaisang might have needed to test the razor's edge of the war fan that he kept hidden up his sleeve. But rescue had come while he had still been trying to talk--or yelp, as the case may be--his way out of the situation.

Rescue, it seems, is feeling violent.

Huaisang watches quietly as his rescuer vents her rage against his would-be assailant. He keeps his fan up and ready, a delicately crafted silk fan covered in dark red-purple lace which looks black in the dim light. Experienced with the use of it, he is careful to keep the edge tilted toward him, making sure that even someone knowledgeable about the use of war fans might have a hard time identifying it for the weapon that it is. He flutters it very lightly as he spectates the ruthless beating being dispensed.

He will not interfere, either physically or verbally, until the assailant has been still for the span of several vicious kicks and does not show any sign of moving anytime soon. Perhaps he's dead. Huaisang isn't too worried about the possibility. Do the locals undergo crystallization and revival the same way as foreigners? Huaisang hasn’t bothered to find out. But he doesn’t much want his rescuer to be punished for murder if such things can be avoided, so now would be the time to intervene.]

Is he… is he dead?

[His voice quavers a little. Wide eyes search his rescuer’s face as he swallows. Timidity and fear is written all over him, and his shoulders rise defensively as her attention turns toward him. He lifts the fan, hiding behind it and only just peeking over the edge.]

I'm unharmed. Thanks to you.

Caster Cu | Fate: Grand Order

[lancernexttime]

Welcome to the Jungle

[A new place? Something that happened somewhat often, working with the Master of Chaldea. He went where they summoned, but he hadn't expected to end up in a place like this. Finding himself through the introduction process, Caster went to the living quarters, taking a moment to familiarize himself with the area along the way.

Whoever finds this room as theirs will find the Irish druid sitting on a now blue couch practicing some glowing runes in the air. He glanced at the newcomer.]

Oh, hey~ You must be my roommate.

Let's Do the Time Warp

[At one point, he feels normal, at another, he feels older than his actual hundreds of years as a Servant. But now, he feels young, like when he was serving as a hound while under a different name.

Someone will find a young boy standing and looking at one of the signs, looking a bit lost, before looking over at them.]

Can you help me?

They Just Can't Wait

[Well well well, just the thing that this Servant needed. A battle. And from the looks of it, a good one too. Standing a bit away in his LIFE suit (Did a servant need one? He wasn't sure, but the authorities weren't letting him get by without one.) he stared down at some of the lions.

Leaning his staff on his shoulder, he taps on the face plate of this helmet.]

So, how do you think we should do this? I can hit from range, if I have enough chroma.

Wildcard

[Hit me with yo best shot.]

Lion King intensifies

[battlefrenzy]

[That sure was a different version of him. Must have been another Chaldea thing. He isn't even surprised there's a Caster version of him. Runes and all baby.]

So if I give you a quick chroma boost I can count on you to back me up while I fight those things up close, eh?

Shin | Angels of Death Episode.0 | Antumbra CRAU

[twoasone]

Oh, god. Not the Time Warp again!

[ First, he was trapped in a realm of eternal night. Then he was stuck in an unnatural realm of eternal twilight. Now, in this new world, it looks like he's about to get sucked into a realm of eternal daylight and he does not like the implications one bit.

Of course, he isn't going to glare at the sun, but maybe that phone-looking thing the Prismals gave him when he first got here might help... Yet, when he unlocks the screen, the time on the screen seems to be going haywire. ]

What?! [ He glares daggers at the screen as the numbers abruptly slow to a halt, seconds and all. He glances around for a clock... Well, this person passing by will have to do. ]

Excuse me, do you have any way to check what time it is?

The sun goes down, the stars go out
[ Nevermind how the stars are going out like this when it's scientifically impossible, Shin's taking this mess as a bad sign. Someone or something is messing with the day and night around here...

Unless day and night happens to work differently around here, but past experiences are lingering in his thoughts as he's walking down the street. He's oddly more alert than usual, keeping an eye on the disoriented crowd milling about and looking for strange shadows lurking in the darkness. Yes, he knows it would be ridiculous for him to run into any blue eyed Voids here, but what if they followed him--

The sound of screams interrupt his thoughts. All at once, he finds himself standing amidst ruins of buildings and panicking crowds. From out the corner of his eye, he spots a massive pair of wings spreading across the horizon... ]

AAAAAAAHHHHH!!! [ Shin stumbles backwards in fear and bumps into a pedestrian. The next thing he knows, the scene changes back to normal as if nothing ever happened. ]

Ah... Excuse me. [ He dusts himself off as he slinks away in shame. Maybe he needs to go home and rest before he loses his mind. ]

When the hitman comes, he knows damn well he has been cheated (CW: Thoughts of murder and tampering with dead bodies.)
[ Crime's gone up recently, hasn't it?

That makes for a grand show from the window of his apartment, does it not? Sure, it's a little dark for someone to be watching the outside, but Shin's gotten a little used to trying to see things in the dark. He can make out pairs of people passing through with lamps, people scurrying past with or without any source of light... People harassing others for money, people running off with other people's wallets...

Nothing too dangerous. Yet. But Shin's hoping to see someone get killed... No, what he truly wants is to resume working with his favorite medium, and for that to happen he needs to be sure about what happens when a murder is committed here. Yes, this world has a police force, but in times like these...

For now, he contents himself with watching those passing through beneath him. He might have to settle with fetching a body from a dumpster this time... ]

Wildcard
[ Do what ya want. You may want to look at Shin's permissions post, though. ]

time warp

[firstsaderesponder]

[For once, he's not a small child (not that he would remember), but unfortunately, being his usual self means he's stuck wearing all black during endless sunlight. While walking around, he tries not to let it show to anyone that he's actually dying in his uniform. Face deadpan as always.

He wasn't expecting any randos to talk to him while he was exploring, but he supposes he can answer a simple question. Sougo takes out the communication bracelet only to find that the time display keeps shifting wildly.]

Huh. Mine's being stupid as hell too.

[Speaking of being stupid as hell: time to solve this problem with some good ol' violence. Sougo takes the device and hits it against the nearest lamppost.]

Zhuzhi Lang | Scum Villains Self-Saving System

[snakebaby]

[WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE]

Zhuzhi Lang was unsure of what to make of the city he found himself in. It was loud and busy and bright, it made trying to navigate it disorientating and uncomfortable. Especially since he was alone. He had not been alone for a long long time....

Of course, the first thing he had done was try and find Tianlang Jun first thing, but could not locate him anywhere. He could not detect his lord's demon presence in any direction. It left him at a huge loss. Because of this, he had wandered the streets aimlessly, before thinking to follow the instructions given to him.

"It is sensible to have a roof over one's head," he spoke softly to himself, but when looking at the different apartments he did not like them. They were strange and felt alien. He didn't really need to live inside anyway. He only cared about such things because his lord should not be exposed to the elements, but he had no need for such comforts. If it was just him, alone... the forest was good enough.

LET’S DO THE TIME WARP NOW

He had been surprised that his human body had been restored in such a way, especially with Tianlang Jun was nowhere to be found, however it was a short-lived appreciation as he found himself unable to hold a human body, being returned to the ugly snake creature he was born as. Ashamed he hid in dark corners curling up out of the way as much as possible.

He was such a frightening thing it wouldn't be surprising for people to want to hunt him as a terrible monster.

[BONUS TIME WARP!]

There was a large snake the size of a bus thrashing around, bright golden eyes practically glowing. The aura of his heavenly demon blood strong. He wasn't really attacking, but he was afraid and did not know what to do. One moment he had been watching over Master Shen while in the Royal Tomb and the next he was in such a strange and frightening place! Of course, the only choice he had was to defend himself from whatever spell had caused his transportation!

[Wildcard]

Have an idea you want to play out? Go ahead!

time warp

[peerlesscucumber]

[ Life is greatly ironic, or at least rather prone to fucking up, but for once, Zhuzhi Lang's horrible return to his less than appealing not snake, not human form is not a terrible thing.

Because frankly, Shen Qingqiu wouldn't have realise who, or what, he was if he wasn't. Encountering the demon who'd managed to sway his heart enough to not want him to die, so strenuous had been his fight to get the the fucking island in the middle of that lake... well.

The point is, Shen Qingqiu is presently looking like himself and utterly stunned when one of the many dark corners he tends to walk by produces a form he definitely fucking remembers. Months old, yes, and his memory is shitty, but Zhuzhi Lang's particulars tend to stick out in memory enough that Shen Qingqiu blinks, startled, and stops.

In all his months here, with the few people he's seen from back home... who the fuck is this guy?! What kind of fate do they all have together to have him show up? He doesn't have an answer, but he's not as on guard as he should be when he calls out to the still unfortunate formed demon: ]

... [ What the hell is he going to call him?! Demon?!?! No, that... is true but somewhat lacking, since he hardly calls out to humans as "human." Uh.

Fine. He's going the Old Man route. ] Excuse me, young man... do you remember me?

[ When you're asking snake demons if they remember you, you are perhaps too used to talking with demons at this point.

Maybe a little.

Or a lot.

Or you talked down a dog lord from murdering trains, but you know what, that's life. ]

Doctor Aphra | Star Wars

[docdisaster]

Welcome to the Jungle (We've got fun and games)

[Say hello to the worst neighbor you could ever imagine. Not that you'd know it by looking at her, since other than the big fuckoff gun strapped to her hip, Aphra doesn't really seem like a whole heap of trouble. Slim, with a jacket, a nice, clean shirt, and an easy smile, she's quick to wave down anyone passing by her door.]

Hey there. You look like someone who knows your way around this town. Think you can help me out?


It's Just a Step to the Right

[Okay. Okay. So things had been going relatively well for the last few days, but then everything started going crazy. She'd figured she'd go out for a quick drink at a night club, maybe get in a dance, see about making some contacts. Alas, that wasn't happening. Not when things started to spin and shift like they did.

Aphra staggered, feet unsteadily wobbling as she caught herself on the bar, barely managing to also grip her drink.]

Hells...what...

[She squeaks, her voice coming out high and soft, much less rough than it otherwise might've been. She trailed off, unfocused as her body seemed to grow taller, her posture more confident. Aside from the somewhat rough clothes, she went from vagabond to elegant in the span of moments as her facial features shifted around and her eyes regained their gleam. One hand slides up to her temple, rubbing it unsteadily.]

...What happened?

[ooc: for this prompt, Aphra is going to wind up shifted into a What If where she isn't a foul-mouthed wastrel, and instead gained real notoriety as an academic.]


Starlight, Star Bright.

[The whole ordeal at the bar aside, Aphra didn't mind the dark hours brought on by the lack of stars. Yeah it was eerie, but it was also a fascinating phenomenon. So were the Lanterns. She had grabbed one, of course, and sidled on up to the nearest interesting looking person. Or...just the nearest offworld looking person, anyway.]

Hey. Try this thing out with me. We need two people to make it work.


Wildcard

[Nothing tickles your fancy? Or you want to do something else? Hit me up at intercession and let's plot!]

It's Just a Step to the Right

[trenchdoting]

[A scruffy-looking detective was sitting nearby at the bar, just here for a simple beer, when he was bewildered to witness the odd transformation occurring near him! He gapes for a moment, setting down his mug.]

N-now that's a good question! I sure wish I had an answer, pal! [Then, he shouts to the bartender:] I won't have what she's having!

draco malfoy. ( harry potter )

[occulmency]

let's do the timewarp again.
[ there is already enough that draco regrets, he doesn't care to admit it of course. perfection is as perfection does and mistakes are not something he likes to admit being capable of. that being said, there is a rather comfortable-looking bench and draco's knees are feeling particularly run down, his joints painful to the point of nearly being on fire. the twinge is white-hot behind his eyes as he slouches forward, elbows on his thighs, rubbing his knuckles slowly.

the word "deserved" rolls itself around the forefront of his brain. does he deserve this? quite possibly. there's a feeling of lowly failure that swims itself in circles around his consciousness as he watches the passersby, moving on with their lives. it's easy for them, isn't it? moving on? he almost wants to sneer in jealousy, because that's what it is, jealousy. he wishes he could find some sort of relief for what keeps his shoulders bowed so low, but there's too much to unpack. it's too much for a park bench.

if someone sits down he immediately looks over, raises a brow. ] Can I help you? [ as if he most certainly cannot and does not want to help.

but it's also been a while since he's spoken to someone in a way that wasn't just some sort of 'yes, sir' 'no, sir' or 'i am most certainly a two-faced bastard but far be it from me to admit it.' to be completely truthful, here on this bench, he's not sure where he stands in a universe that doesn't involve his father or an incessant, burning itch on his forearm where the dark mark sits, faded but a firm memory under his sleeve all the same. ] I have nothing to offer you, especially not any of this Moonlacing business so if that's what you're looking for, you're out of luck.

starlight, star bright, first star i see tonight.
[ there are warnings around and about that talk about how one shouldn't go walking through alleyways even with these lanterns. not that draco's is doing much as it hangs by his side from his belt. fear, draco decides, is just a bunch of chemicals in his brain telling him what to do and to be quite honest he's tired of it. granted, he's having a bit of a difficult time adjusting to the fact that he is wandless and in a strange place where danger is running the streets without any sort of hesitance.

it figures he would land in this place. he deserves it.

and he probably doubly deserves what happens next for his stubbornness, someone lashing out to grab him, to drag him into one of those aforementioned warned against dark alleys. what wouldn't he give to have a wand here, his mind is racing too hard to conjure up a spell without a conduit, so he does the first thing that comes to mind, that hits his impulse. he grabs the lantern and tries to backhand whoever is trying to drag him further into the alley with a loud shout. ]

Get [ thwack ] your [ thwack ] bloody hands [ thwack ] off of me!

[ please help him. ]

wildcard.
[ do what thou wilst! ]

time warps

[ketterdamn]

[ True to form, the city has been affected by some oddity. He's watched as some people have aged up or down while strolling down the street; earlier, he narrowly avoided tripping over someone who'd turned into a toddler right in front of him. After that interlude, he hasn't...become particularly religious, but he has been desperately hoping he doesn't have to suffer something so embarrassing. Nine year old him fresh in Ketterdam had been an embarrassment enough, he doesn't have any desire to relive that.

No, he's content as he is, even if there's a tug of curiosity that wonders what it would be like to look older. Years of bad sleeping habits and a grim countenance have given him an older appearance, but he knows he can still look a bit too young. He's done everything in his power to counteract the idea that young means he doesn't know what he's doing, but people will always assume. As much as it can be useful, it's annoying.

(There's also the part of him that doesn't think he'll live to see past thirty. If that. So maybe he could see that here).

Well, no matter how young he might appear in certain lights, his body still revolts as if it wants to give up. Specifically, how much his leg has been bothering him all night and day. He hasn't done anything to aggravate it and yet, here he is having to sit down after walking five blocks. Pathetic. ]

You can move the fuck over. [ Look man, all he wants is to have a seat. Already aggravated, he doesn't even try for niceties, the lean on his cane a little heavier than usual. ]

Konomi Haruna | Puella Magi Madoka Magica

[burstingflowergirl]

A

((OOC: Magia Record Spoilers))

[ One minute you’re rescuing your friends from magical girls who’ve lost their minds. The second… you’re suddenly in a new city. A city she’s never seen before. An overwhelming city! She really shouldn’t be here right now. She should be helping her friends with whoever the Wings of Magius are…

But dwelling on it too much isn’t really going to do her good, and at least the people here are being hospitable. Konomi glances around the apartment with large blue-green eyes. She’s never had her own place. It really could use some flowers-

Her thoughts are interrupted when the door opens suddenly. ]

Ah so sorry! This one’s taken!

[ Someone else new? An easy misunderstanding! ]

C

[ Her eyes are struggling so much to keep up with what’s happening around the city. It doesn’t even make sense to her, the way it jumps around. How is she supposed to get her footing in this place if she can’t keep up with it? ]

It’s like a Witch’s Labyrinth…

[ Konomi mostly says this to herself before she shakes her head. She smiles to a nearby person and holds out the lantern toward them. ]

It takes two right?

D

[ There’s no way a magical girl can ignore a call to action! And no she’s not going just because she wants to see the unique flowers. Don’t be silly!

Konomi transforms in private before jumping into the fray. The girl runs out with a giant pair of scissors to fight, using to to block an attack from one of the lions. She glances back to the person she just saved. ]

Hurry and run! I’ve got then!

[ Despite her size, she's definitely holding her own okay against the beast. Some help might be good though! ]

Wildcard

(( None of these prompts work? We can work something out! Just let me know! ))

A❤

[lovesopendoors]

[ Someone else who is new here indeed! Someone else, who plans to decorate her apartment with flowers and also someone, who is not used to having her own apartment-- she is used to having her own room and sharing a castle, sure, but this? All very much new to her!

At least Anna runs into a cute girl when she opens that door to a random apartment???]

Ooops, sorry! My bad -- not that you or this apartment look bad, I mean, I just mean isn't that what people usually say but also maybe I'll start actually knocking before I walk in. I can should go now [ ..one step back between all of those words but then she stops.] Hey, do you think flower decorations and flower everything everywhere fit this... moon theme that this whole place has going on?

[Quick poll!! Asking for a friend!]

Fray Myste | Final Fantasy XIV

[affrayed]

I. Welcome To The Jungle

[ Keeping his shit together was fucking paramount, right now. No doubt there were a few prismals left shaken and discomforted by their conversation with the knight, and frankly so might anyone else. Every word he'd said in that short, clipped, no frills conversation had sounded like the heavily armored man was on the very edge of total outrage, only the reminder that no one in this current room seemed to be to blame for this keeping him from laying hands on his weapon.

... Might not be so acquiescing for anyone else he happens to run into on the way to his unit though, depending on how well he's going to be received here. Find a place to stay first? Well fuck no. A decade plus change of paranoia isn't going to just pick itself up and see itself out just because he's in a new town. There's too many fucking questions here and he didn't even halfway get all the answers he wanted. There's a few deeply pressing ones.

One a little more pressing than the rest of them, as he listened to the sound of his heartbeat thumping in his ears. Amazing how loud that seemed now that it'd been officially reinstated.

Someone's going to get an unpleasant surprise though, because he still needs to test something out here, thoughtfully examining a hand as, for a short time, he'd linger under a street lamp. Woe be unto they who enter that light with him, shit's about to get fucky here.]

I have a question for you.

[And it doesn't sound like he's willing to entertain a refusal on an answer here.]

II. Starlight, Star Bright

[Darkness suited him just fine, of course. The threat of being attacked in a dark alleyway? Why would that dissuade him? The lantern would have just been abandoned in his unit, had he lacked the proper humility to lug it around regardless. Even if he couldn't find someone to help him light it (and he doubted he would, really), it might still do in a pinch to cave in some faces.

Not that there wouldn't be the occasional, cursory attempt to fiddle with the light, perhaps trying to get the thing to light up on his own. One might even find him rather calmly tinkering with the thing, as if bored, heedless of the supernatural darkness.]

Not as if I could get it going with a partner anyway.

[Muttered mostly to himself, rapping two metal clad knuckles against the lantern lightly]

III. Wildcard!

[Wanna do a thing that I didn't list? Go nuts!]

II.

[superultra]

[ as it so happens, banri had also been trying to tinker with his light to see if he could get it to work on his own, and was looking for something - anything, that could help. he manages to catch that mutter, turning to look at him brooding in the dark. ]

Why the long face, man? Having trouble making friends?

[ he assumes, of course. both the face thing and the friend thing. he can't see what he looks like but that line was just so depressing. ]

Banri Settsu | A3!

[superultra]

A. WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE.

[ honestly, this place wasn't as bad as people made it out to be. sure the initial shock lingers for awhile, but eventually you just gotta let yourself live; enjoy the good that comes with the bad. and as someone blessed with an incredible ability to adapt and master anything, it takes banri no time to make himself at home in his stylish unit. still, there's one thing missing, and it's important (to him): new clothes.

as he walks through the neighborhood admiring the different locations, he turns to the first person that doesn't seem to have dressed themselves in the dark and stops them with a cheeky, overly familiar wave. ]

Hey, know any good places where I can get new clothes?

B. STARLIGHT, STAR BRIGHT, FIRST STAR I SEE TONIGHT.

Listen, we can't walk through the dark without turning on this thing. I'm not happy about it either, alright?

[ offering the lantern to hold to the other person but like, not happy. ]

Put your hand on it. We gotta at least try.

b

[deadtective]

[speaking of not happy...well, Hazel's not happy about having to touch people at all just to earn a little money. and now that she has to walk around practically hand in hand with somebody just to add a little light to the city - a city that really hasn't been doing much for her despite its superficial friendliness, thank you very much - she can't help but be a little pissy about the whole situation. it's not you, Banri, it's her.]

I can see in the dark just fine, actually.

[crossing her arms and tucking those helpful hands very firmly beneath her pits. it was kind of suspicious for a 'human' to have perfect night vision, yes, but she's too busy being a cranky brat to really think about that sticky little detail.]

wataru hibiki ☆ ensemble stars!!

[regale]

001 - starlight, c.

[ his entrance into this new world was probably as flashy as he generally is. and as thrilling as it all is, he's still concerned about all of it—the consoling thing, to him, is that he's pretty sure most human beings would feel the same. of course, showing it is unacceptable and even unsightly; he's yet to find an exact way to relax that would mirror what he did at home, but he's kept an eye out for it.

but for now, he's perched atop a high spot, watching the looming sky—it's about as relaxing as it can get, which might not be very. the lantern he's been given is floating in front of him, and he's eyeing it like it's a toy he's fond of. ]

Hmmm... [ he's prodding it with a finger, watching it sway in the air. ] This is something out of a futuristic romantic movie, isn't it? How cute. You can't escape the truth of your feelings this way.

[ ...he's talking to himself, yes... or to whoever would listen. ]

002 - time warp, b.

[ he really didn't get long to establish himself as, well, himself in this place before he's abruptly being changed. the outside hasn't changed much, aside from the faded colour of his hair from a blue/green to a dark purple, and the basics to his personality are still there—

but there's a certain distance in his voice and expression. yesterday he might have greeted his neighbour (MAYBE YOU!!) cheerfully. today there's a touch of faintness in his voice, and he doesn't stop to chat for as long as he might have before.

(if you're really on point, he's also a little shorter.)

but that's not important! it's fine! he probably hasn't even noticed! what is important is that he's landing in front of (insert your character here) with a smile and is holding out a fanned array of envelopes. ]

Good morning...! Please, if you will indulge me—choose one to your liking!

wildcard.

( leave me a blank or feel free to hit me with anything! you can also talk to me via messages or gaelio. you can also assume cr for the time of the tdm, wataru is constantly doing weird shit so let your imagination run wild. he's a cryptid and has probably invaded your personal space, i'm so sorry. )

002

[spellspeak]

[As fate would have it Wataru happens to land right in front of a very familiar redhead who is on his way to work. Natsume startles at the other's sudden appearance, jumping just a little before a hint of red crosses his face at his own reaction, hands going to hips. Clearly someone is revving up for a scolding.]

You should be careful startling people like THAT, Wataru-niisan. While the locals are pretty accepting it's still possible that someone could mistake you for an attackER.

[But where most people might not notice the change in the idol Natsume has known him long enough to pick up on those subtle differences, at least a few of them. He tilts his head.]

... Is something WRONG?

Moritaka Inuzuka | Tokyo Afterschool Summoners

[filialpeony]

A - Tᴇᴄʜɴɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ Iɴᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ

[Technology is a thing.

When he first awoke in Tokyo all that time ago after being taken from his home it took time for him to adjust to technology then. He can manage smart phones and apps okay, but anything too crazy is a little too much for Moritaka. What can you expect when your home is basically an ongoing Japanese folktale?

There's a very flustered looking dog stood in the halls of one of the apartment complexes. Stray fur sticks out all over the place, his tail twitches behind him every now and then. If you happen to look his way then his ears lift and eyes light up as he claps his hands together and bows his head forward.]

Excuse me! Please, lend your assistance to this simple soul. I was trying to rearrange my apartment and... Ah, well.

[He just wanted to turn the sofa-bed into a normal sofa. Somehow the curtains ended up electric green. Every surface is now a coffee table. There were other changes he wanted to make, but seeing as he lacks any Chroma... Yeah. They're not happening. Help?]

B - Is Fᴏʀ Bᴇɢ

[Guess who's hungry and has no Chroma for food? This guy. He's not quite bold enough to just approach someone to have them spot him for a meal, that's no way for anyone to act. So he's doing the next best thing.

Sitting on the floor outside a restaurant on Level 2. Hands held up like a dog would after being told to 'shake' by their owner. Moritaka keeps his head down, ears flattened out as he whines and mutters to himself.]

Please everyone forgive my poor behaviour. I'm bringing shame upon myself for even thinking of acting this way. But what else is a warrior to do?

[Maybe just ask to hold hands like a normal person?? Still this is what he's going with, so it's his own choice and humiliation to suffer it. Pity the poor dog and shake his hand?]

C - Sʜɪɴᴇ Bʀɪɢʜᴛ Tᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ

[Finally he's looking a little chipper, happy even. Moritaka has one of the lanterns and he's eager to get it running. Or maybe he's just excited to meet someone under better circumstances than begging for food or suffering with his apartment.]

Excuse me! Please, assist me. If we were to work together then we could help light up the sky with this. You can't have a night sky without stars, can you?

[Who wouldn't want to look at a starry sky? It's an inspiring sight, and he's sure many would agree with him. And can you really say no to someone so excited to give this all a try that their tail is wagging up a storm behind them? How could anyone possibly decline!]

D - Gᴜᴀʀᴅ Dᴏɢɢᴏ

[Hearing about the increased criminal activity, Moritaka can't help but want to lend a hand. He won't be rushing about fighting crime like some sort of hero or anything, but he will be wandering around Level 3 and offering a smile to anyone walking by themselves.]

If you're worried about continuing alone, please, take me with you. Allow me to escort you to where you need to go.

[A dog person in school uniform might not be the most reassuring sight. But he does have a good number of scars on show, along with a chunk of an ear missing. Plus he's carrying a sword bundle over his shoulder. Hopefully that shows he might actually be able to fight off any criminals and he knows his stuff.]

E - Wildcard

[You do you and I'll work with it! Or throw me a PM if you want a unique starter or anything else.]

( B )

[koket]

[ Oh! This is definitely surprising. Pina's never seen a beggar before. He sort of wonders if he should take a picture to commemorate the occasion, but that'd be rude, wouldn't it? Then again it's not like the dog will notice with his head bowed down it nearly could touch the floor. Hmm... what to do?

Approaching, he crouches down before the figure of the canine, quite a contrast to those roughed-up, rugged scarred features. Aside from his rather intimidating elongated horns he's all fluffy, pure white curls of sheep's wool, long lashes and soft features that make him almost look like a girl. ]

Maybe stop groveling and talking to yourself? I'd expect a so-called "warrior" to have more than enough pride to keep embarrassing themselves like this.

[ His lacking manners don't fit his looks though. He's a bit mean. Not that he intends to be, he just finds it odd for someone to sit around in public, begging when it's so darn easy to get by in this city. ]

aerith | ffvii

[vetrarosa]

exploring; second residential district
[ well, isn't this just something! ever since she's landed here most unceremoniously, the surprises haven't stopped coming. first with the crystals and the moon knights, and the fact that she's curiously wandering the streets near her new residence, taking in the sights, the people.

this isn't where she's supposed to be, but life pulses along these streets, so much less grimy than what she's used to, and she could do with a temporary detour, right? after all, they did say that they needed her help; maybe cloud and the others would figure out that something's wrong, and come to find her. who knows?

and so, her consternation tucked into the recesses of her mind, she moves darts ahead to a few of the quaint vendors selling their wares. she stops before a kindly old lady, bent over a humble array of clumsily made pottery.

she'll buy one, but ah, shoot --

-- but oh, right. she holds out her hand to the nearest person. sweetly, with a touch of mischief in jade-green eyes: ]

Spare some chroma for a girl?

[ take her hand, don't be shy. ]

time warp; little aerith
[ please take aerith somewhere safe.

the last words she remembers her mother saying, right there in that train station. she doesn't know where she is now, but aerith doesn't cry. she's seven this year, a big girl now, even if she's scared, out here in the wide wide world and a sky that seems to span forever.

she cuts a small, fragile figure, determined not to be afraid even if the whispers in the wind are different. she rubs at her eyes, pushing back the stinging behind her eyelids. what does she do now? where does she go? aerith stands for a moment, lost amidst people who're walking past, fear a tight knot in her chest until she reaches out to touch someone's hand.

the world is too big, and she's scared, but she steels herself even if her fingers tremble. where is she? where is safe? where did her mother go? ]

I lost my mom. Can you help me...?

port sylvel
[ did you know that different flowers grow in port sylvel compared to lunatia?

who turns away from that? who looks away from a cry for help? aerith, bold and reckless, who believes she can do some good, somehow, volunteers to go right to the heart of it. what she sees shocks and dismays her, but she's nothing if not stubbornly determined in the face of death and whispers --

-- but they have to go, and now, but when the order for escape comes, aerith turns the other way. there are people still stuck there, and she has to find them, quickly. her grip tightening on her staff, she scampers toward the crystals, toward death: ]

Hey! Hey -- we have to go, c'mon!

Exploring

[shotgunsalute]

[ After everything he's been through, he really shouldn't be surprised by the strange anymore. "Weird" became his normal and things that would be considered "slim chance" ended up with higher odds. He's been unsettled by it, struggled with how his whole life had been turned inside out, but at this point he's just too damn tired to care.

Well, for the most part. When he ends up in a strange city somewhere that definitely isn't even close to Midgar (or even on the same planet), he frowns through the whole introduction. And through most of his exploration of said city, trying to find anything that looks even remotely familiar.

No such luck, because of course not. When has he ever been lucky?

Naturally, that thought is right on the heels of hearing a very familiar voice nearby and Vincent turns his gaze to her so fast it's a bit frightening in intensity. The gaze softens at the edges as he flicks it to the pots and then back to Aerith's hand, something like amusement lighting up the lines of his mouth. ]

Something to put your flowers in? [ Hesitantly, he holds his hand out in return, allows her to decide if she wants to bridge that gap. ]

Winnifred Prismall | Original Character

[soulsrob]

[A. Arrival]

[Alright. WELL. That sure was a fucking thing that happened. Winnie can... Sort of understand what's happened but not... Not really. She understands all that they're saying, to a point, but she doesn't quite understand why. Like. Why her? She had things to do, dammit!

She stands to the side, hands folded in front of her. She's wearing a full Victorian-style dress, all prim and proper, and she watches. She watches the people milling about, the new arrivals and old hats alike, and looks perfectly pleasant and nice!

...Except, every once in a while, there's strange... flatness to her eyes. They grow dead and cold, their gaze more like some detached scientist watching the scurrying of insects they're studying. A vague sort of interest, but ultimately one could be crushed and she'd just be like, vaguely disappointed before moving on.

But then the light is back as quickly as it came. maybe you just imagined it?

Either way, Winnie begins to muse aloud, tapping at her chin thoughtfully. When she speaks, she has a clearly British accent]

You know, I dare say I've never had to deal with a situation quite like this, nor has it really been talked about in any of the stories I've read. I mean, sure, kidnappings, that's common! There's a protocol! But this seems a bit beyond just a normal kidnapping.

It seems a little late to start crying. Perhaps I should faint? That would be an appropriate response, no? [She looks down at the floor and then the surrounding area with a long, thoughtful "hmmm" noise, as if seriously considering it before looking up to whoever the poor soul is who's been overhearing her] I don't suppose you see a nice fainting couch around, do you? I don't particularly want to fall on the floor, you see. My dress might get dirty and I quite like this dress.

[Is she serious?? Who knows, but are YOU going to take that risk?]

[B. Welcome to the jungle]

Excuse me! Oh, excuse me? Hello!

[Despite having just arrived, nearly died out in the crystal wasteland, and been abducted back to a strange futuristic planet-slash-city, the young British woman seems downright chipper about it all. Also despite clearly being from a different time period, if the full-on gown and corset and all didn’t immediately pin her as somewhere “vaguely 1800s,” she doesn’t seem at all perturbed.

In fact, the second she’s aware she’s gotten the attention she’s wanted (yours’), her eyes light up with something like mischief as she looks around.]

Isn’t this all terribly exciting? It’s quite making my head spin, I haven’t the slightest idea where to begin here!

Where are you from? With so many different kinds of people here, isn’t it fun to try and get to know everyone? Oh! [She then immediately holds her hand out]

We can try that ‘moonlacing’ thing while we talk! I’ve been quite eager to try it out!

[C. Starlight Star Bright]

[Alright, Winnie isn’t impressed by this place anymore. She holds the star lantern in her hands, mouth turned down in a frown as she eyes it dispassionately. Despite some attempts to get it to light with various different people, it doesn’t seem to want to light up at all.

It’s not actually the lantern’s fault— Winnie, with her near-complete inability to feel emotion for, well, anything let alone anyone, the lantern just won’t light up.]

Perhaps mine is just...broken. [She suggests with a helpless smile and ‘what can you do!’ Shrug. But then she turns to another moonblessed and offers up the lantern to them instead]

Excuse me? Would you like a spare one? For a little chroma I’d be glad to give it to you! That sounds fair, right?

[D. Wildcard]

[obligatory other option, hit me up w/whatever!!]

B

[uncredentialed]

[ If Gini is "retro" in her late 1950's bob and pencil skirt, this young lady is downright antique with her corset and all. It's quite fascinating, in a way.

Is it strange that they both seem curious about this, rather than upset? Well, Gini is a little upset, but she has a great poker face. ]

I'm a bit overwhelmed myself, all things considered. I'm Virginia Johnson. From St Louis - that's in America. And I'm still a little confused on exactly what 'moonlacing' is, but if it involves shaking hands, that's all right by me.

[ And she shakes her hand. ]

Ryoko Asakura - Melancholy of Haruhi - Sanguis

[force_a_change]

A
[Now, living alone wasn't something Asakura wasn't used to. In fact it was something she knew too well, but getting to know neighbours? She never did that before but she felt perhaps it would be best to do so here.

So a blue-haired teenager in a Japanese school uniform may just be coming up to you randomly and...]

Hello, I'm a new neighbour of yours. Ryoko Asakura, it's a pleasure to meet you.

[She says this all while bowing politely.]

B
[Lost and confused, that's the state the... Child, what is a child doing wandering about unsupervised in Lunatia? Either way, the kid looks like she's doing her best to not cry as she wanders about.

Curse these temporal shenanigans.]

C
Aren't these lanterns adorable?

[She's holding one herself, as she says this to whoever she is with. Or whoever she's wrangled into hanging out with her.]

Although I find it surprising that they think this will fix the issue, don't you agree?

[Considering the situation, Asakura is certainly way to smile-y and joyful.]

c

[nojohnyouare]

[She looks the lantern over passively.] When you say "think..." You don't think so?

Gwen Stacy | Marvel Comics Earth-65

[gwensday]

A. Welcome to the Jungle

[ Okay, this was fine. Totally fine. No reason to panic. She’d world hopped before. Usually though, she chose to world hop and she could go home when she wanted...

She checked her wrist again. Nope, portal device still not working. ]

Stupid useless piece of teleporting garbage.

[ She was not panicking. No panic here. She was just going to find an apartment and then find someone who could get her home. There had a be a Reed Richards here, there was always a Reed Richards around. ]

Excuse me. Do you know if any of these apartments are free?

[ She spoke to the first person who happened to walk by her. The last thing she wanted was to walk into someone’s home and try to make herself comfortable. ]

Star Light Star Bright, First Star I see Tonight

[ So, no way home. That was going to take some getting used to. But this place wasn’t that bad. She was used to cities, and she could probably do some good here. There was always crime happening in cities, and she was excellent at stopping crimes, usually.

She had her costume and she could see in the dark so while most people were avoiding dark allies Gwen was haunting them trying to stop anyone doing anything illegal.

She had just stopped a mugging and was feeling pretty good about herself standing in the mouth of the ally watching. ]

Wildcard.

Wanna do something else? Feel free! Also feel free to hit me up if you want to discuss anything, courtings

just here for funsies

[samerica]

[If there's one person in the multiverse who's even more used to universe-hopping bullshit than Gwen, it's one Samantha Wilson. The same one who's here and, frankly, pretty pissed off about it. She only just got done punching through god knows how many universes, and now, here she is again, stranded away from home. Like Gwen, she's patrolling the dark alleys, her familiar shield slung over one arm, and she stops when she spots the familiar white hoodie.]

Shoulda known you'd be around here somewhere. You causing trouble or getting into it? [An arched eyebrow.] Or a little of both?

Matthias Mossflower | Original

[mossflowered]

[ OOC: He's actually part of the same world/setting that Setsura Yamaguchi chichichi is from! A basic info post is here, the long form is as the title says, a WIP simply because I'm still working on laying it all out. This thread is merely meant for practice in the meantime! ]

Arrival

[ Well, well. What a fine mess this was turning out to be. Matthias walked down the steps, dressed in a simple black shirt, a dark green well worn flannel over it, dark semi-ripped jeans and boots. He didn't feel the cold too much, although he was aware it was a bit chilly out. He yawned and ran a hand through his black hair, deep green eyes taking in the considerably brighter surroundings. ]

Hm...

[ He looked up at the moons that dotted the sky, not entirely sure what to make of them just yet. He reached up to play with one of his earrings, a clear quartz crystal wrapped in gold in the simple round shape. He would need to see if the moons can charge up the mineral and plants of this place in much the same manner.

Matthias' hand dropped and he heaved a heavy sigh as his shoulders drooped. ]

Decades learning the craft only to have to start all over. [ Was that a whine coming out of his mouth? Maybe. His voice was deep, but soft with a very slight accent that could be considered British but not. Strange. (Not really, he's just been around long enough that his dialect has changed over the hundreds of years) ] Man...

[ Welp. Time to find the nearest general store. A good way to start was seeing what was readily available. Oh... but wait. ]

Excuse me, so sorry, can you tell me where the nearest general store or market is?

Welcome to the Jungle - Residential Area

[ He had enough chroma to at least get a good start on things. And to his complete surprised, there were a lot of minerals and herbs that were the same, if not very similar, to those of Earth. He wasn't entirely sure how this was possible, but he even saw hot chocolate in the store. Matthias had been around long enough to watch science and magic both evolve, but it was all unique to Earth.

Still, he decided to not let that get to him and, instead, opted to do what he always did when moving to a new home.

Purify it.

Which is why the scent of burning sage could likely be smelled even down the hall. He had opened his windows and he wasn't burning too much. But who knows, some people had sensitive noses and it wasn't like it was going to be completely unscented. Even after the ritual was complete and the burnt leaves put out and ground to a powder, it was very likely the smell would linger for a bit. Nonetheless, it calmed him greatly and he breathed a small sigh of relief as he twisted the cap shut on the bottle of sage to be used at a later time. Next was to sort through the other assortment of things he managed to buy with his pitiful amount of money for now. ]

Aahh... guess I should have bought some food as well.

[ He didn't sound too concerned, however. There was always the option to change into his true form, the black cat, and simply hunt for some food. No, for now he decided to focus now on where exactly to start now that he'd purified his home. This was not the usual moving to another location with an all new identity scheme, and he hadn't even done that for some time since moving to Japan! Oh boy... ]

A fine mess, indeed.

Arrival

[chichichi]

[ It's a spiritual signature Setsura would recognize anywhere and the realization of its presence in the streets of Lunatia is enough to see her tear her eyes from a temporally affected individual presumably reverting to their proper age, but really, who could say in cases of unfamiliar people? Certainly not Setsura, who has turned her steps from the path she'd been set to walk in seeking that wisp of familiarity, of home in a dead sea of everything not. Her steps, her thoughts quicken, brow furrowed not because she questions her senses, but the timing, the demons at whose feet she lays the blame for the entirety of this inconvenient, insulting affair.

Kureno was deposited in this realm unaltered in power and ability and sent back in just under two months' time and she still feels pangs from the absence of his presence. That's to say nothing of what she feels when she considers hers, her home. Her heart names them in quick succession, faces behind her eyelids with each and every blink, and it's an ache that resonates throughout her very being and drives her steps. She's not quite running, but she is fast and precise as she weaves through the crowds, missing arms, legs, bodies by calculated fractions of a centimeter as she zeroes in on -- ]

Makkun!

[ That's all the warning he's going to get before there's two arms reaching to close around him and a face being buried in the fabric of his shirt with seeming calm belying a quiet sort of desperation. Don't mind those big, black, tufted cat ears not quite flattening against the sides of her black tresses or that matching tail waving slow and low behind her in this moment because it surely doesn't mean anything out of the ordinary as honest as those damned, antithetical traits Cordis curses her with tend to be. ]

Karma Akabane | Assassination Classroom

[comesaround]

A. -- Welcome to the Jungle --

[ To say he wasn’t expecting this would be an impressive understatement.

Having recently attended his middle school graduation, then suddenly having absolutely no memory waking up here in a place he had no memory of being in whatsoever? Well. That’s enough to put him on edge, and had Karma venturing out to see what else might be here but with no sign of life for almost two hours? It didn’t look promising.

Sure enough those Moon Knights had found him and he’d almost lashed out because hey. Who would take kindly to being kidnapped?! However, he wasn’t an idiot and stopped himself last second, mostly because he wanted to know what information they had and so he was well-behaved enough to get what information he needed before being sent off to explore what he supposed would be his home for a while.

No, he’s still not happy about any of this… but… whatever. He’d make do for now.

Eventually Karma found an unoccupied place and settled on the couch for a while. At least until he heard the door open and someone was coming in. Normal people would just greet them and be like ‘oh hey, you’re my roommate?’ but he was NOT normal and as such, people would only get a scant warning that consisted of one thing. ]

Heads up~!

[ Then there’s what appears to be a knife - he always had a pocket knife on him so that was a thing - being thrown at them so they better act fast. The action lacks malice and Karma’s just smiling as if he hasn’t done anything wrong. ]

If you still want to try and stay here after that, be my guest.


B. -- Time Warp --

1-A. Only in Body, not the Mind

[ One may note that this whole time-shifting stuff was already chaotic enough, but even moreso for one Karma Akabane. Mostly because now, someone will at some point find that if they’re around Level three, at Mond Mart? There’s a frustrated looking, red-headed child about six or seven trying in vain to reach something on a higher shelf and making annoyed noises. ]

Why’re these so far up?!

[ He makes a jump for it and his tiny hand grabs onto the shelf, but his legs aren’t on the floor anymore. Help? ]


1-B Just a Child

[ Maybe it’s already weird with all the shifts, but even moreso is if you find yourself in Level 3. Where a very frightened looking seven year old child is wandering around, looking a little bit close to tears. Especially where he ran into some sketchy looking guy in his thirties who rounded on him suddenly, getting in his space and grabbing his wrist, holding him up to where his small feet can’t even touch the ground. ]

Gimme back my wallet, you damn brat! I know it was you who took it!

[ Karma whimpered, trying to get his hand free and shaking his head. ]

I didn’t take it! Lemme go!!

[ The guy just shook him, starting to yell and seeming like he was seconds from getting violent. Very clearly drunk, too. ]


2. Years pass me by..

[ The first and VERY notable difference to him being not quite his normal self? Had to be that unlike Karma and how he was normally? There was now a well-dressed, taller red-head walking around who looked to be in his early twenties, hair parted to the side and a softness almost lingering in his orange hues.

It’s as he’s passing by someone struggling to buy something with Chroma that he just laughs and wraps an arm around their shoulder, leaning in close with a lazy, almost sensual looking smile on his face as he laughed. ]

If they can’t pay for it, why don’t you let me?

[ This world was so strange but he learned easily. Even if he was unhappy at being away from his home and his job. At least he was willing to help someone else out. ]

Better than causing a commotion, isn’t it?


C -- Starlight, Starbright.. --

[ In one hand, Karma held onto one of the lanterns but hadn’t quite gotten around to asking someone if they wanted to try one but hey that’s just how he was. The unusual darkness wasn’t anything new and he could find his way around things not horribly without the light being present, so it didn’t matter where exactly he ended up. All kinds of people were out at this time as he wandered down an almost empty street, and perhaps he looked a little too calm or at ease, as someone out there had decided he looked like an easy target.

He wasn’t an idiot. He could have fought them off as they pulled him aside and towards the alley, but allowed them to pull him aside.

At least long enough to where he realized he wasn’t alone here and there was at least another two guys. Karma slowly smiled as he shifted in a quick movement and released himself from the one man’s grip. ]

Oh. I’m just a helpless kid, aren’t I? Surely you all can take me down, yeah?

[ His tone is outright mocking and the guys? They don’t take that and come at him… which would be a death sentence if it wasn’t Karma they were dealing with. Which meant anyone nearby would be privy to coming across this… which ended up being one fifteen year old easily beating down three adult men.

All without looking like he’d broken so much as a sweat. Maybe even grinning as he did so. ]


D. -- Wildcard --

[ If nothing else worked for you, come up with something and i’ll roll with it~ ]

c

[immature]

[Osomatsu left work that night in a hurry. he wanted to get home as soon as possible to catch a television show, so he did not even bother changing out of his maid outfit. as he is running down the street, he hears a little commotion, and stumbles upon a frightening scene.

there is a boy with bright red hair, and he is standing over three fallen men. it doesn't take a genius to figure out what happened. these guys... might have been trying to take advantage of the darkened situation, and the boy must have defended himself. probably? Osomatsu's eyes are wide as he looks from the men up to the boy with gold eyes]

........

[a nice first meeting!]