prismaticrap | ▶ TDM .019

Entry tags:

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.

▶ What’s Behind Door #1?
09/08 | Crystal Beach, Lunatia | Submitted by:

machizumo | top

The recent torrential rains and showdown with the Viergian Queen Tempeste have shifted the sands of Crystal Beach and dredged up seaweed and flotsam from below. The slight mess coupled with the seasonal transition into fall makes for a quieter beach and a more open space, if you pick the right time of the day.

Kazuma Kuwabara (

machizumo), one of Lunatia's Moonblessed, has done his best to pick the right moment. He's saved up his energy -his Chroma- as best as he’s been able to, and he's decided that he's going to give busting out of Prismatica a shot. He's not sure how good his odds are, but there are odds. While Kuwabara is only but a human fighter who won't really be able to stack up against the demons that he normally keeps in his company, he does have one thing that nobody else he's heard of has... the ability to slice through dimensions!

It's not easy to summon, but he manages it, reflecting on his home and how to best reach it, how to potentially help others reach theirs. It's just past dawn when a large, clean tear in reality rises up along the atmosphere just above the mostly deserted beach, as though the scenery were made of fabric being met with sharp scissors. Beyond the tear is a swirling vortex of color and more.

What more means, Kuwabara doesn't personally get to discover. His energy is expended almost instantaneously, and he grows solidly crystallized before he hits the ground. The rest of it... that's for Prismatica and the Moonblessed around to discover.

B The dimensional tear gives way to several more multicolored tears all across the planet. These strange rips have a strong gravitational pull that is near impossible to outrun. Find yourself close to one, and you may be pulled inside before you can even think to escape.

What’s on the other end? Inside, you find a scene of Prismatica ten years into the future, and the world is significantly more advanced. It is a time of great prosperity. The planet has been completely restored, flourishing with new life. Ten years' worth of memories flood your mind, and you have settled so deep into the culture and the world that you now think of yourself as a true-blue Prismatican. Maybe you have a good job. Maybe you have a spouse and three kids. Maybe you still think about home from time to time. Maybe you wouldn’t mind staying here with your loved ones. Hey, a lot can happen in ten years.

▶ Fire and Brimstone
09/08 | Dimensional Tears | top

Not every dimensional tear leads to paradise. Some may pull you deep into the flames of a dying world, during the Calamity centuries ago. The first to greet you is King Majestas, his visage sitting on top of a throne built over a mound of crystallized bones. He fondly strokes his beautiful satyr lover, Lunae, as he encourages you to explore the vast wasteland. Attacking him is useless as he will disappear with Lunae after saying his piece.

C All Chroma has evaporated, and everything is covered in an endless diamond sheen. In the distance, you hear the screams of people dying and the constant sounds of crystals being ground up.

Eventually, shadows appear before your eyes. Possessing crystal horns and a crystal tail, these devil shadows are consumed by your worst sin and will not hesitate to hurt you and those around you. The slothful can put others to sleep and soon ravage them in their slumber, the lustful can awaken the darkest taboo desires in you, and so on. No matter what your worst sin is, the shadows will thoroughly enjoy committing vile acts until you submit yourself to them.

▶ Closing the Gap
09/09 - 09/10 | top

A day or two after the dimensional tears start appearing, Lunar Scientia announces that they have finished analyzing the mysterious rifts and will proceed to seal them after rescuing the missing Moonblessed. They will be calling for the Moon Knights and any remaining Moonblessed volunteers to grab some dimension sealing equipment. Yes, you read that right. The tears will be sealed shut in nearly the same way one would vacuum seal food for extra freshness.

D These dimension sealers are not just any ordinary vacuums. They require an excessive amount of Chroma to power. Just hugging one person alone won’t cut it. Prolonged awkward and uncomfortable hugs with at least two or three different Moonblessed will do the trick.

The Lunar Scientia will suggest setting up camp with your chosen partners and dimension sealers near a dimensional tear. Spooning is naturally the most optimal of positions. The longer you moonlace and the more people you engage in contact with, the higher the effectiveness of the dimension sealers. A meter on the device will indicate when it’s ready to be activated, but beware of the sinful shadows from Prompt C trying to stop you from sealing the rifts.

Once the holes are sealed and everyone is rescued, the Lunatian government and mainstream media stations will start issuing friendly PSAs on all the public access networks about the dangers of cutting holes through the fabric of their universe.

▶ Questions

If you have any questions regarding this test drive meme, please ask them in the Questions thread below.

WHO CAN POST? ▶ Test drive memes are for new characters only. Existing players may not post starter threads in the test drime meme. However, current players are more than welcome to use these prompts for their own posts in the IC communities, personal inboxes, catch-all posts, etc.!

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.

DO I HAVE TO PARTICIPATE? ▶ As always, all content is optional. You do not have to be affected by any of the prompts if you wish to opt out.

NOTICE: We had a typo error on the log! Lunae is meant to be a satyr, not centaur. All typos have been fixed.

Threaded | Flat

A. Welcome to the Jungle

[ Things... could be weirder than studying for a college entrance exam and finding herself in a bunch of crystals, that was for sure. On the bright side, it wasn't a brutal Japanese summer in Tokyo. Kokoro herself was trying to get used to this change of events, but for the most part she's still a little lost.

And, you know, without enough chroma to get herself even a riceball. So. That's not great. At 180cm, Kokoro's a tall girl with an appetite. Maybe the neighbors have something she can borrow and payback when she can figure out this whole "moonlacing" thing.]

Hey, I'm just down the hall from you, and I'm super new. Is it OK if I borrow some rice from you? Er, if you have it, anyhow.

B. What's Behind Door Number Nope?

[10 years later, Kokoro has a ton of memories that are and aren't hers. At least, they don't feel that way. She hasn't aged much (read: at all) in the last 10 years. But don't worry, yuki-onna are just like that, and maybe you're OK with it. And she knows she's told someone. Several someones, breaking up and making up with people she hasn't even met yet.

Some people found out in ways she didn't mean. So, she stands there, face in her hands as she tries to sort through everything.]

Oh my God, this is so much. I know you, right? Kinda? Maybe?

WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE!

[ She's hype. Alright, it sucks because she was in the middle of something, but this is pretty interesting! If this isn't some wild dream then it means there are people from all over, gathered in one place! Which means more people to spread Matsuda Jiu-jitsu to! It's just an opportunity disguised as as misfortune -- or so she hopes.

So, this is probably not the way to do it, she's up to knocking on doors. If you happen to chance to answer to her little melody, she'll look bright and maybe a little too enthusiastic for someone who hasn't even said a single word to you yet! ]

Hello! Are you looking for a roommate? Because I'd be a great one!

CLOSING THE GAP!

[ This'll be a piece of cake. Pie. Both. If all she has to do is hug someone to help out around here, she's down for it! It's not nearly as fun as a fight, but she gives a good, hearty hug. Bear hugs only, arms around arms and maybe even a lift into the air if you're lucky!

Her approach for this is to lightly nudge at your arm with her knuckles -- almost knocking -- then holding her hand upright. ]

Hey, you wanna make some Chroma!

[ It's pretty easy to confuse this for being a different kind of proposition, especially since she makes no effort to explain the situation further. ]

NETWORK TEXT (WILDCARD)!

hello, everyone! i'm laura! meet me at the beach at 6pm for a fight!

i'll fight anyone, especially if you're really strong! it'll be fun, i promise!! 😘

▶welcome to the jungle

[Maybe you've seen her around already before heading to Prismatica, as the rather inquisitive one that asks all the questions to the point where she's almost held up and missing the flight.

After all...

... she is the Witch of Greed. She just can't help it! She never thought that she'd be able to leave her tomb, much less have a physical form once again.

Which is why you might find her asking those three questions, and much more. It's a bit much - and while to many it might seem overwhelming, it is a delight for her.

The answers don't entirely sate all of her curiosities, although she eventually grows bored and tired of the Prismal's enthusiasm - enough that she decides to check out Lunatia for herself.

And - wow, this certainly is a place. She can't help but take in the sights. But she has to choose a unit to stay in? That's going to prove to be quite difficult. Not because she's opposed to any of the places, or even staying with other people, but because she's distracted...

With you - a fellow Moonblessed.]

[Dark eyes light up as she smiles, a natural curiosity in the entirety of her expression in spite of her demeanor practically screaming danger. Even if her voice is polite.]

[There is not a hint of there being a joke in any of the words that she says. She's completely, utterly, seriously earnest.]

▶ what's behind door #1

[As a witch that has been dead for over four hundred years, ten years isn't a long time at all.

Although -

The issue with Echidna is the fact that after that amount of time...

... love always fades.

And she finds herself rather bored, in fact, frowning deeply.]

[She's aware that these memories are only one single 'potential.' for this world.

Which is what only clues her in on her interests, too. But people will notice, regardless of whether they know her or not that she hasn't physically aged in the slightest bit.

Turning on her heel as she approaches the nearest Moonblessed, a question on her lips:]

▶ fire and brimstone

[So.

Three guesses as to what sin Echidna has and the first three don't count. Of course, she can't help but laugh at the devil shadows trying to consume her worst sin.

Because the problem with this is...

She's the Witch of Greed, and her authority is of Greed. To the point where she's already consumed with the idea.]

[Echidna, that sounds wrong.

But since the devil shadows don't really do much for her, given her sin, she decides to just allow them to do as they wish, observing what they might do to others.]

▶ wildcard

[Want to play something else? I'm open to most things. As a heads up, I am playing Echidna from the light novels, specifically after chapter one of volume 13, which has not been animated yet! While I will not be giving away any spoilers for arc 4 and beyond, if you'd like to opt out of those spoilers, feel free to let me know here!

Also: in spite of her appearance, Echidna is 19, physically in her mid-20s, and has been 'existing' as a concept for 400 years in her world. I'm open to smut scenarios for the TDM. Feel free to also plot with me on

tsundereban as well, too.]

Edited 2020-09-08 04:53 (UTC)

[In case you need a visual as to what Laguna actually looks like in comparison to his current icons: here you go!]

[A]
[So here's the thing about (accidentally) becoming the leader of an entire technologically advanced country: very little surprises you in the sense of large swaths of color and light or tall buildings jutting up into the sky.]

[This would be the case for anyone who isn't as easily excitable as one (1) Laguna Loire.]

[Sure, he's worried about getting back home. There's business to attend to, family bonds that need mending (or to even start in the first place), and a world that's been flipped upside down that needs leadership to come together and get stuff done. But based on what he's been told, and how the welcome package clearly screams he's for the long haul, there's not really much he can do right now and, therefore, no reason to panic.]

[Laguna goes with his gut and resigns himself to what he does best: go with the flow until a chance to fix things comes up. Like it always does. No need to sweat it.]

[Except, maybe he should be sweating it? Buckets of it, even? What is "it", anyway???]

[...Maybe going with the flow isn't the play to make here...]

[Lost in thought, it's entirely understandable that he's not looking at where he's going, or judging how his walking pace is rapidly starting to pick up.]

[Just as it's entirely understandable that Mr. President of Esthar, Laguna Loire, slams face first into a low overhang. The sound echoes through the area, almost as loudly as his shout.]

OW!!! Who put that thing there?!

[B]
[It's overwhelming to go from having no memories of a place to suddenly absorbing nearly ten years' worth. He's stunned the moment he's pulled into a rift (kicking and screaming) and thrown out the other side.]

[Laguna is sitting at a table, pen and paper in hand--he's always liked that tactile feel of manual writing when compared to typing--as he faces... you guessed it, your character!]

[There's a voice recorder on the tabletop, but it's not turned on just yet. Instead, he's greeting your character with a big smile that makes the soft lines under his eyes deepen just a bit.]

Okay, so before we start the interview, I wanted to make sure you're cool with me recording your voice. It's okay if you're not! It's just sometimes I miss stuff when writing, and it makes writing memoirs easier when I can get back to the emotions in your voice.

[WILDCARD - NETWORK POST]

Testing, testing!

One, two, three, four...

Hello world, it's ya boy Laguna!

That's how that goes, right?

Can you guys even see this??? Let me know! The secret password is MOOMBA.

[WILDCARD - DEALER'S CHOICE]

[Want to do something different than what I have here? Go for it! If you want to plan out a little beforehand, you can get in touch with me at

scrappedsweater!

( i'm just tdming for fun, so if anyone else wants to tdm/reserve norton, go right ahead. 👍 )

01 ▊welcome to the jungle.

( it has been far too overwhelming, the past hour. the noise, the information overload, the loud colors — norton campbell isn't used to any of it. there's an uncomfortable feeling tingling up his skin, and he's sure if anyone were to say anything else to him, he'd just- not register any of it, at all.

a break. just, ten minutes. twenty. it's all he needs, to collect and compose his thoughts, to make sense of his place so vastly different from the haunting manor he has come to known far better than one would ever wish. pick an apartment, they had told him, and something else that he failed to truly register as he made his way through the hallway. any door would be fine, as long as he could have a moment of peace and quiet.

of course, unfortunately, it just so happens the door he picked lead to an already occupied unit. it'll take him a little to realize his mistake, what with the way he's squeezing his eyes trying to refocus his attention... unless you wish to speak to him first? )

02 ▊what's behind door #2?

( it had been entirely accidental, the way he had been caught by one of the tears, pulled into it far too easily. maybe he had foolishly thought this was a way home, 'home', as much as the manor could be called such. but what's on the other end is a soul-crushing headache, and a much brighter version of a world that is already far too bright for him.

ten years can indeed do far too much to a person. ten years of freedom, norton campbell finds he is happy. he has memories of himself laughing, enjoying the presence of faces he recognizes and faces he doesn't know at all. he works, it seems, at a job that is nothing like what a prospector would do; and he's pleased with it. he has become someone who he has never thought he would be able to achieve, not with the crushing guilt that haunts him far too often.

the memories are heavy and plentiful, and he finds himself leaning against the nearest surface. ten years in this place? is that what his future would be like, or is it only an illusion? does he even deserve all this nonchalant happiness, so carefree and fulfilling? )

03 ▊closing the gap.

( awkward and uncomfortable is pretty much what hugging a socially anxious man would be like. the idea, when suggested to him, rescued from his own tear, makes that overly bright city sound almost comforting. unfortunately, it doesn't take much convincing that he doesn't need to do it for long, just two or three people is enough. just a hug would be fine! (except he was never told it's a long, severely awkward hug.)

and so, the prospector is guided to where he should be awaiting the arrival of his potential partners. it'd be random, they've told him, and they'll try to find people who look like would suit him — whatever that meant, really. people who also look like they'd rather walk on lava than be subjected to this? then by all means, they'll get along just fine.

whether or not the moon knights are actually kind on his poor soul is, unfortunately, up for debate. whoever walks in, chosen to be one of his few partners, will find norton fidgeting in place, mindlessly fussing with a magnet ring. he's trying his best not to think too much about it, and maybe if he dissociates a little, this all will be over in a flash... right? )

04 ▊wildcard.

( throw anything at me. network tags are a-ok since after the dimensional rift ordeals, he'll probably have learned how to use one by osmosis lol. )

Welcome to the Jungle: Multiple Options

A: Transport

[Someone had lost their minds and it was not him; what kind of acid trip was this? Did he drink too much last night and now he is in some kind of blackout hallucination? He is literally living a movie or some crazy ass shit like that.

No way this is real. Except those god damn Moon Knights, acting like he needed saving, sure felt real and sure pissed him off. Then the damn examination, fuck they get right up in there don't they. Bastards.

He's irritated, confused, and otherwise great company go ahead and take a seat next to the scowling Yakuza who is about to light a smoke unless someone stops him. ]

B: Apartments: Touring Samatoki style

[What the hell does he need to tour apartments for, he'll take the first one he finds and well if someone is in there they can fuck on-off and find another one.

He is not particularly in a negotiating mood so when he opens the door and walks in whoever thinks they are getting a roommate is met with a scowl and a jerk of his hand with his thumb out to point at the door.]

Go on, I don't need a damn roommate.

[Go peacefully or don't, he don't give two shits. Kidnapped by some crazy shit that should not exist, told he's supposed to help some world that doesn't have shit to do with him and he can't find his sister or his crew, come at him, bro. Or get bent, he gives not one fuck.]

C: You got me twisted

[So he had been on transport, then he had taken an apartment because he had no patience for any of this at this point and no reason to consider being anything but the biggest ass he could.

Now, he needs more smokes and he has not done one thing since arriving that would get him chroma. That means some unfortunate merchant just had the job of telling Samatoki that he needed to go moonlace if he intended to get a pack of cigarettes.

Excuse the fuck out of you? He needs to do what?]

Hah? Don't tell me what to do. [He could pull out his mic, go for a battle but Nah, fuck this dude and his face, Samatoki is going to be in the motion of reaching across and snatching him by his shirt for good old fashion knuckles to the face fuck you up.

Someone want to stop him?]

D: WILDCARD: COME AT HIM BRO!

Edited 2020-09-08 05:50 (UTC)

a. apartment

[ Being a heron, Reyson is no stranger to magic, but isn't it too much to be pulled into this?

By the time he finds his apartment, his mood is far from boisterous. As someone who was born and raised in a forest, it isn't that he requires expensive accommodations, but he's unhappy that they expect him to have physical contact with strangers in order to live comfortably. The joke is on them: he can find fruits and berries anywhere.

While he stands in the hall, surveying the rooms that pass as housing, his wings relax a bit too much, blocking more of the space than he intends. Reyson belongs in a forest. While he's lived in a castle for a while now, the halls were much larger than those in this building. Should someone need to pass, he doesn't even notice. ]

b. fire and brimstone

[ Large, white wings carry Reyson out of reach as the beasts jump and claw at him, desperate to reach the heron. With no ability to fight on his own, he forces his body further away, barely staying ahead of their attacks. ]

Vile beasts!

[ Wrath, the need for revenge, and hatred; Reyson once allowed himself to be ruled by his desire to avenge his people. Ike and the others have sense helped him find peace and see that not all of them are horrible, but it's that need to have people punish that drive the beasts now. ]

I won't allow you to claim victory.

[ But he can't stop them, either. He's willing to try, but the heron aren't made for battle. ]

c. fire and brimestone - support

[ While the heron were never meant to be warriors, they aren't useless in battle. Reyson, with his voice, is proud of what he can manage, and once he deals with his own personal demons, it's time to explore this world.

That's when he sees another Moonblessed. They look tired, perhaps to the point of exhaustion. Whereas once he wasn't quite so quick to help, his adventures have changed him and taught him the importance of working with strangers to achieve a common goal.

With wings beat, Reyon hovers nearby and begins to sing. As the words flow over the tired warrior, they find themselves regaining strength and energy, their body rejuvenated. ]

Now, finish it off.

(ooc | Wild card options are also available. Feel free to jump in. )

≫ WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE

[She makes it to the units far quicker than she had previously anticipated. One would think a soul plucked right from the era of Japan's budding Taisho period would have a more difficult time navigating through such sleek streets and buildings, but at the moment Shinobu is all but gliding through the hallways— peering into empty units, striking up conversations here and there. One solid conclusion comes to mind as she eventually takes in the glimmering scenery all around her:

This is far too fanciful to be a hallucination.

So she isn't particularly bothered right now, but she certainly has a few questions. When she spots you not too far off she decides not to waste anytime. She's at your side in an instant, her hands pressed together as she begins in a kind tone:] Good evening to you, neighbor!

Have you decided which building you'll be staying in? [With an almost fae-like finesse she continues:] Do you know if you'll be rooming with anyone yet? If not, would you be so kind as to answer a few questions for me?

[She lifts one finger.] Are you allergic to pollen, or any other kind of household residue? [And another.] Do you have experience handling potentially lethal substances or materials with all the safety precautions one might expect? [And another—] Are you stringent when it comes to personal belongings and privacy? And lastly:

... Do you like goldfish?

[She may or may not have changed the last question at the very last second... ]

≫ WHAT'S BEHIND DOOR #1?

[Roommates and apartments aside, it isn't too long until she finds herself gravitating toward what seems to be the center of quite a bit of commotion. At the time her interest was piqued, but not nearly enough for her to attempt to help any other hapless Moonblessed that may have been sucked into one of the multicolored vortexes.

It was unfortunate, but it was also not something she was immediately concerned with.

Until it happened to her, obviously.

Lithe and swift as she is, she's still precariously pulled into a tear that unceremoniously drops her into a scene unlike anything she's ever witnessed. In her mind she sees it: a scene involving herself. And not just herself, but a vision of herself ten years into the future. She's smiling, laughing, looking as though she hasn't a single burden of responsibility upon her shoulders—

—and sitting beside her is, without a doubt, an demon.

... Hm.

A very obvious demon, giggling beside her. There are other demons casually approaching, lackadaisical in their gestures, greeting her as though she were a friend—

Shinobu finally takes notice of you. She gives you a beatific smile.] Some things are just too ridiculous for words, don't you think?

Say... would you like to fight me for a bit?

[GUESS whose feeling kind of super pissed!!]

≫ WILDCARD

[Shinobu will be on the look out for roommates in general, or you can offer to lend her a hand with all this dimensional tearing nonsense. Feel free to come up with a prompt for me to roll with as well! Feel free to message me for any ideas or comments!]

Edited 2020-09-08 07:11 (UTC)

WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE

[ As any good neighbor would do, Mitsuba wanted to make sure to leave a good impression on others. So with what she could work with, she decided to go door to door around the apartments to anyone who might be home with a plate of rice balls. Knock Knock! ]

Wild Card!

A.)

[ Were you expecting to have a relatively normal day heading out to work, or maybe you were deciding to go out shopping! Either way, there was going to be a big problem in the way for those who notice anyway.

There was a young woman lying on the ground, almost curled up in her pose. maybe she just fell asleep there? Upon further investigation though, there seems to be red liquid oozing out from under her trailing into a big puddle beside her. (Don't worry it's not blood) ]

B.)

[ At one of the nearby diners, Mitsuba decided to take in the local food. She sat alone in a booth very visible to the whole diner, giving off such a pleasant aura around her.

She ordered a bunch of little items that seemed to cover the table. As the waitress leaves, she gives a gentle smile to anyone who makes eye contact with her before grabbing for a container of hot spices, dumping the whole thing into one of her dishes.

O-Oh no but that just wasn't enough. She excused herself from her table to go search for a few more, maybe even coming across your table.

C.) If you had any other ideas, please feel free to lay em on me! The weirder the better! ]

a. apartment

[ To be honest, Ayase doesn't understand anything that's happening. This isn't Tokyo or even Japan or even Earth? He doesn't think. While he did try to ask some questions, it was a bit hard for him to be too insistent. Finally, he accepts the situation as much as he can accept the situation, and looks for his apartment.

He must have the wrong room. It's much too nice to be something that's given to him for free. Ayase checks his information and looks back at the door. The information matches, but...

What should he do? As the internal struggle begins, Ayase hears someone else coming down the hall. He doesn't want to be a bother, but he also doesn't want to walk into someone's apartment.

It took a few seconds, but finally: ]

Ummm...Excuse me?

b. shopping

[ The markets really are nice here. Ayase has made saving money, or chroma, a skill, so he's being careful with the produce, taking the time to look for any deals, or rejecting some things that might look delicious but is out of his price range. It isn't very hard to miss the way he dejectedly looks at a certain fruit before returning it to its spot once he sees the price. It's fine. If he can find some seeds, maybe he can grow something...

During his trip, he sees someone who seems to be doing the same. Ayase can't know if they're only being picky or lack chroma, but after a moment, he places something back and approaches. Normally, he's not very good at approaching people, but it's easier if they seem to need help.

Ah. A bag of apples, is it? While he hasn't purchased an entire bag himself, Ayase has already bought a few. Reaching into his bag, he offers the fruit to the stranger. ]

I'm sorry that it isn't more, but if you'd like one, I have an extra.

c. network post

a

a

[ Next comes an image of a hand covering the lenses. Why are these things so difficult?

Panicking, Ayase tries to erase what he's sent, but it's not working. It isn't that his world is so far behind technology so much as he's so far behind the technology.

Flushing, there's only one decision to be made: push forward. ]

I'm very sorry. I can't delete it.

[ Someone help him. ]

I was told that this is how everyone speaks here.

[ Which Ayase hoped would make it easier than doing it in person. It would be a small step at a time, but now it's going south. ]

So I wanted to ask about your hobbies, but I've sent a picture by mistake.

(ooc | Wild card options are also available. Feel free to jump in. He won't be in the fighting since it's like attacking someone with a marshmallow. )

Welcome to the Jungle;

[ What up Lunatia. There's some smug royal looking bastard wandering the corridors of the apartment complex with a decidedly happy smile on his face. Despite not having the royal digs he'd normally be used to, he'll have to settle for this...type of dwelling for now, he supposed. His eyes and features though are pretty intense as he holds himself with the air of a king, no emperor. Regardless he'll be idly watching people come and go until he happens upon you. ] Excuse me. But may I have a moment of your time? I'm looking for a residence but I'm not quite sure where to start. What would you suggest?

[ Ah, yes, he's just dripping with formality and charm as he gives another smile. ] I'd be in your debt, of course, and I suppose repaying it would be in your favor as well. [ Schneizel please stop...he's already on his bullshit and it hasn't even been a week since he's arrived here. ]

Fire and Brimstone; nsfw likely!

[ If it wasn't clear enough...Schneizel's sin is definitely Pride and so if you run into him he'll just give a sharp, dark, smile as he grabs whoever a bit roughly. ] Would you mind entertaining me for awhile?

[ And almost like the draconic voice of exalted Sanguis you seem compelled to acquiesce to his requests. That shadow demon floats behind him ever so menacingly as its crystal horns and tail shimmer in the dim light. It lends itself to a rather intense and unsettling picture, Schneizel himself fully unaware of the shadow devil at all. ]

Wildcard; network text un: schneizel

A moment of your time, if you would.

But what sorts of establishments would people wish to see here. Mundane or extravagant, no answer is really wrong. I'd simply like to gauge what manners of things are needed here.

(( ooc; If you wanna do something else hit me up on plurk @

pathogenic for plotting! Or just PM me and we can hash out a thing. ))

Edited 2020-09-08 06:36 (UTC)

[ WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE ]

[Post saving the Crimson Village, Kazuma has learned to just expect weird things from his life. So being transported to another world again isn't what he expected, but at this point he's like 'Alright. Adult life is already so goddamn weird.' So that's a thing. At least nothing has tried to kill him yet. Yet. He's not counting his blessings. So he's been given free reign to get an apartment, and he walks into one that isn't occupied. He can change the color, so naturally, he goes for a nice green shade.]

...Not bad.

[He smiles to himself. But then he feels a presence behind him, looking at him.]

Um. Hiya! Can I help you?

[ TEN YEARS LATER ]

[So this kind of hit him all at once. Kazuma clutches his head, groaning - he's pretty sure he has a migraine, but he's remembering things - things that might exist, things that might not exist...he's not sure which is which. There's a person he loves. There's a person he loves a lot, and he's thinking that it's probably his exact type - older lady, inexperienced, wealthy...but his memories disagree with him. It's not his type at all, but he can't make out their face. It's a feeling that has him swearing to himself in frustration.

Okay, what else does he have? He's...he's a guard? He's pretty sure he's a guard. He perfected his skills with the sword and bow, and somehow he still has Chunchunmaru, because the blade with the dumbest name is also apparently the blade that refuses to break. He has friends. He has a lot of friends that he wants to protect, and it's an unfamiliar feeling to someone who isn't used to a particularly loving atmosphere. He lets out a little hiss inbetween his teeth.

Alright. Breathe.He begins walking forward--and promptly runs into someone.]

Shit, I'm sorry--

[Wait. He squints. He knows this person.]

...I'm sorry, do I know you?

[ WILDCARD ]
[OOC: I'm open to suggestions if you've got any for this loser! Shoot me a message and I'm up for plotting. Thanks! <3]

1. Welcome to the Jungle

Hmmm.

[ Despite having only had her room a small number of hours, it's already a mess of strewn technological paraphanalia. She's managed to get cables, wires, circuit boards and various manner of glowing lights. ]

Would you be looking for a bed by any chance? I'd like to get a work bench in but it's currently taking too much space.

[ She gestures to the bed, which is wholly undecorated with no sheets or pillows. Please convince her that she needs a bed in her apartment, and that an apartment is to sleep in - not a work place. ]

2. Fire and Brimstone (Mild spoilers for 5.0!)

[ The ruins of a broken city, the collapse of civilization and the impending death of a star. This all seems familiar. She's seen the memories of the people who got to see this, or something like this first hand. She wonders if this is another reflection, a shard that falls to calamity. Part of her is almost expecting that sneering voice to filter in and narrate her way out. Savia closes her eyes briefly, takes off her glasses and finally opens her eyes. She staggers, blinded by the whiteness of what she's seeing. ]

Nothing, it's all gone... like the life has been sucked out of it.

[ She puts her glasses back on and takes out her gunblade. ]

I don't want stay here. Let's go back.

[ And with that, she'll start racing forward. ]

3. Closing the Gap

Hug me.

[ It's less of a request and more of a demand. ]

I have observations to make but I don't have enough Chroma nonsense to power it.

[ Savia is holding one of the vacuum devices in her hand, the meter on it showing that it was indeed, only at a fraction of its power. ]

Well, I want to close the hole too but I want to see the technology first hand.

[ That's secondary obviously to the observation of phenomena at work. ]

[ ooc: feel free to contact me at feendrache @ plurk for anything, there is info in the journal as well! ]

Edited 2020-09-08 07:42 (UTC)

( cw for talk of eating humans. )

I. welcome to the jungle

[ when it comes to the furnishings of her new intergalactic space-home, shuten is a creature of simple yet elegant taste. after her leisurely self-guided tour through the mismatched apartments, she's finally settled at the highest floor. the fittings of the furniture and decor are secondary (she can change them, so she's told), because of the rooms available, this one has the best view – naturally – of the moons in the sky above and the glittering city below.

she's already made her home on the bed, poised for company before a set up of sake and fruit. ]

wait

[ the delicate silk of her voice is a hell of a veil for what she just said, but the bright red horns on her head can perhaps assure that you heard right. ]

II. fire and brimstone

[ to think that through multiple spacetime rifts (count them – from the throne to chaldea to prismatica to here now), the weight of her crimes would still attempt to catch her like the razor edge of doujigiri.

the shadows shift and warp until they take the tell-tale shape of club-bearing demons, cruder imitations of the already crude, lesser henchmen that served ibaraki and herself back on ooeyama. to humans, an oni's very existence is viewed as a terrible moral plague, the stuff of nightmares when they bare their fangs and brandish their claws. this time, it's shuten, and any near her, on the receiving end of that hunger. ]

[ a long sigh. a sword the length of her body manifests into her hand. ]

III. closing the gap

[ chroma, demichroma, moonlacing — for a creature that subsists off every self-indulgent pleasure life has to offer her, it all makes far too much sense. but, spooning? hugging? oh, that's far too boring. soft-touched intimacy has its place as all things do, but she can think of a number of activities that would last far longer, effectiveness guaranteed, than a mere embrace. ]

pumping

[ from fighting all those awful, awful shadows, you see. ]

IV. wildcard

( hit me with anything. ♥ feel free to PM me or leave a message here if you want to plot something out! )

WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE

[ Checking into the free housing seemed like a good idea, you know, just in case. Just in case. But Yasuho didn't have any plans to just accept living somewhere completely different, but as it stood now calling out Paisley Park didn't seem possible and that proved to be a major disadvantage in an unfamiliar area.

Now she does recall what was said before about moonlacing and chroma, and forgive her for finding the idea more than a little sketch because whoa. Looking down into that new device as she was walking she was a little more than distracted, thinking about what she could do about this, any of this.

Eventually though it had to happen, Yasuho finding herself walking right into someone and falling back with a thud. ]

A-ah... I'm sorry, I'm... new...?

WHAT'S BEHIND DOOR #1?

[ Ten years is a lot of time, and a lot of information to take in all at once. So it goes without saying that this leaves Yasuho feeling a touch of mood whiplash, but more than that...

Now there are one of two options, one must confront:

Is she now your significant other?

Or

Your trusty companion?

One, two, three, go! ]

FIRE AND BRIMSTONE

[ Out of the frying pan and into the fire, amirite? It's not really quite as whimsical as that. No, because what's actually happening is that Yasuho is putting those running shoes to work as she's being chased by several demons. ]

Okay! No! Nobody ever said I was going to be chased by-by... WHATEVER THESE ARE!

[ It seemed like this would be her last hurrah as far as her chroma goes because despite running so low Paisley Park was doing what she could in helping her find the best direction to outrun these demons. ]

... I don't think we're gonna make it...

CLOSING THE GAP

[ Against all odds, here she is. Yasuho finds herself holding this very sci-fi looking device. Though looking down at the meter she (unsurprisingly) doesn't have nearly enough chroma to power it.

Approaching the nearest person she finds herself pushing her hair back, and trying not to look at them directly as she proposes this. ]

Listen... I'm not really... I mean, I haven't been living here, and I don't have enough of that chroma stuff...

So maybe, the both of us could... Maybe like hug or something...?

WILDCARD

[ None of these prompts vibing with you but still interested in doing something? Feel free to toss anything at me, I'm pretty open to almost everything. If you'd prefer to run something by me first, feel free to PM this account or shoot a message over at itachuu /itachuu#2454 @ discord ]

Edited 2020-09-08 09:44 (UTC)

Welcome to the jungle.
[It's only a surface level observation of her situation, but Nobunaga finds things haven't changed all that much...that, or she just didn't really care enough to take note of it. Life as a heroic spirit is a fairly transient experience, so despite the lengthy amount of time she'd spent here previously, it didn't have quite the lasting effect on her as it might on somebody else.

What she will take note of, however, is that her apartment is back to square one. Sure, it's customizable, but--]

Aghhh, this is all wrong! Who the hell wants to have to redo this crap anyway?! Can you honestly tell me you'd want to go to the trouble of recreating your custom character after an hour of messing with sliders, only for the system to crash without having saved?! Of course you wouldn't!

[She drops onto the couch and huffs.]

Go get me a drink.

[Yes, you, possibly a (total) stranger.]

fire and brimstone.
[There's no merit to a world like this, is what Nobunaga thinks. It all comes down to the fact her aspirations always had meaning behind them, so she can't see any value in a world thrown into total and utter chaos despite her reputation.]

What a waste. [She doesn't seem horrified or angry. Just fed up.] If you're going to go this far, you may as well just save everyone the trouble and off yourself first...

[She's musing to herself out loud, so don't worry about being within earshot. It's not towards you.

But there isn't much time to consider it anyway, as the devil shadows make their appearance. They've taken on the form of a particular woman, but their actual figures remain crude imitations. To anyone else, they would simply be a collection of women without many identifying features, but there's recognition in Nobunaga's expression as she turns to face them.]

You got some nerve, when I'm standing right here in front of you. Am I not good enough or something? [She draws her sword at her waist, calling out to anyone nearby.] Don't just stand there. I don't put in any extra effort for slackers.

[As for their effect on your mind...it could be just about any of the seven sins. The demon king of the sixth heaven would use any temptation to lure others away from enlightenment, so it's likely reflected in these creatures as is appropriate. Given the lack of focus however, maybe the effects won't be as strong (but given the volume, maybe it'll all add up on your mind regardless...)(]

Edited 2020-09-08 11:19 (UTC)

Arrival

( A ) Transport Vessel

[The start of this journey has been a rather interesting one. Gou has definitely been good, not causing any trouble for the staff. All she actually wanted to was to go back home to her friends and family.

Yet here she was! Being transported to some planet from some moon she has never heard about. How did she end up in space? What would her brother say when she found out? How about her mom? All her friends? They had practice to plan!

She sits on the vessel, sighing to herself. She's wearing her full uniform still, and doesn't have any change of clothes. What was she going to do? The idea of moonlacing sounded so surreal.

Maybe she could use someone to talk with? There's definitely a seat next to her open.]

Welcome to the Jungle

( B ) Find an apartment

[Gou feels rather lost in this weird neon city. She was told to find a place to live in. Just like that? She's never lived alone so even that was a scary thought.

Cautiously, she peeks in any apartment that has an open door and if she sees someone inside she tries to back out quickly without a sound. If caught, however, she quickly puts her hands in front of her.]

Sorry, I didn't meant to intrude! I was just looking for a place to stay in!

( C ) Around

[The number one thing to distract Gou from her current situation is to see muscles. Some good, well trained muscles. She has decided to go see if she could help out at a gym or a pool either way, so that kind of comes as a bonus.

... in which asking if she could help is kind of forgotten because she's admiring someone's (yours?) muscles with sparkles in her eyes and hands over her face like she's trying to stop a nosebleed (which she does not have).

She can be easily snapped out of it by just reaching out to her, however.]

----

[ooc: I'm opting out of interacting with the two other prompts, but feel free to toss another scenario involving a normal situation in Lunatia. Feel free to message me through DM or

sasageyo

Note that I have no seen Season 3 but I don't mind spoilers at all. Gou is from the end of Eternal Summer.]

Welcome to the Jungle

( A )

[Makoto has always had a good intuition. Something was telling her that she wasn't alone in this place and that good things would come if she waited for a little while. That's what she did. She remained calm and did what had been suggested to her.

Of course she was worried about the others and the state of matters back in their world, but nothing good came from panicking and she knew that. Besides her last memory...

She holds a hand to her chest as she looks for an apartment to stay in. She looks for any signs of names on the doors before finding one that seems empty and walks in there.]

Needs a little work... but I can manage.

( B ) After a few days of settling in

[Makoto is shopping for both groceries and decorations for her new home. Mainly: flowers. She can be found sniffing some of the flowers and smiling down at plants she likes.]

Fire and Brimstone

( C )

[Sailor Jupiter's sin would most likely be Pride. As a Sailor Guardian, however, she doesn't succumb to such feeling and instead fights the demons head on.]

Supreme... THUNDER!

[Her mission is to help anyone escape the place and keep them safe. Of course she needed to watch her own chroma levels, but so far, she was doing alright (Thanks to Usagi's endless hugging, no doubt).]

Quickly, move back. Try to find a safe place.

----

[ooc: Feel free to message me through DM or

sasageyo ]

arrival (closed to

satanslash)

[There's a text. Unexpected. The username is Okumura]

yu idiot!!!

[It had taken Yukio far too long to figure out Rin's contact information, but he's... he's sure he's got it right.]

ten years later

[Yukio has only been in this world for a few days-- no, that isn't right, he's been here for years. Except... it's all hitting him at once, a rush of memories and a few extra centimeters of height. There's such a difference between who he was (a rash, impulsive, desperate teenager with a death wish) and who he is now that he's thrown off for a moment, one hand pressed against the wall of a building to steady himself.

But he isn't the only person who looks dazed, and he takes a breath, smiles, and goes to help.]

Are you all right? [He asks someone who looks as thrown off as he feels.

Yukio is tall, polite, dressed neatly. A doctor, actually (maybe you've met him before?) but he always carries his guns with him, just in case (maybe that's why you've met before). He's got a nice face and a nicer smile.]

This world never gives us a break.

mind the gap (mild manga spoilers)

[Battling these things is hard enough, even outside of their own dimension, as other moonblessed do... something with physical contact and chroma generation that Yukio isn't going to get involved with.

But Yukio has never done things by halves, and that includes all the twisted, broken parts of his personality. The shadowy, crystallized forms of these demons pick out the worst pieces and magnify them right back, not just in their own actions but in the affects they have on the minds of those around them.

Pride, because you're better than everyone else, you worked for this, you've earned this, you know what you're doing, no one else is smart enough to keep up, no one else worked this hard, no one else can do what you're doing so they should just get out of your way or fall in line behind you.

Envy, crawling up inside you because look at everyone else, look at their powers and their weapons and their perfect lives, those should be yours, it's not fair, why don't you just take it from them and if you can't take it, why don't you just destroy it instead so they can't have what you can't have.

and Wrath, because everything about this just makes you furious, you hate this situation, hate this world, hate that you're standing here trying to protect it. Hate yourself, most of all.]

Watch out! [Comes a voice from behind you, accompanied by a burst of... something like fire, but black and empty, that shoots from one of the gleaming red guns in Yukio's hands. The black flames burn through three of the demons in an instant.]

If you're not going to fight, get out of the way. [Yukio's not smiling right now, he's intensely focused, bordering on furious.]

[[ooc: hit me up at

hydok if there's anything in particular you want. Yukio is sixteen at this canonpoint.]

▶ WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE

[ City of dreams, huh?

Maybe that's what it looks like on the outside, with all the bright lights and even brighter colors; in contrast, his slim black suit seems to stick out as much as it draws attention, or maybe it's the fact that he's whistling some off-key tune of relative carelessness as he makes his way up the stairs of the exotic apartment building like he's been through it a thousand times before. It doesn't really look like a dream to him, mostly because it's still just a row of neatly numbered doors and not, say, some lush penthouse suite or a huge sprawling beach house in the middle of the summer sun, but it'll do, and it's not like he has any other option, right?

So he looks, from door plate to door plate, eyes narrowed like he'll see one that he likes in particular: in reality, he just goes for one at random, tapping against it neatly with the head of his mag rod like he's being polite, but if--or when--the door doesn't open, well, he's broken into enough places to know how to get his way past a locked door. ]

Well hello there, roommates! Mind gettin' the hell out of here so I can have the place to myself?

[ It doesn't really matter to him if this is the place he's supposed to be staying or not--but maybe someone will be kind enough to accomodate him, or direct him, or even just attempt to kick him out as he comes strolling into the place. ]

▶ CLOSING THE GAP

[ Always gotta be doing his part for the Planet, huh? Or something like that.

In reality, he's not really big on whatever this sealing thing is, but if it keeps all hell from breaking loose, well, it's worth a shot. Anyway, it's not like he doesn't have his fair share of mistakes to try making up for, or at least trying to level whatever break of his karma has gotten him stuck here in the first place. He doesn't really care who his gaze finds--just that it finds someone, and that lucky person is the victim for the moonlacing he's supposed to get done in order to power up the sealing device. ]

Hey, you. Yeah, yeah, come on. Let's get this done already, huh? Don't need any of those fuckin' shadows popping up again.

[ His grip is surprisingly firm, closing in over the arm of his new companion--and he jerks them in closer, lips split into a grin that pulls wide amusement into his features. ]

You okay with little spoon? 'Cause I'm not willing to bargain.

▶ NETWORK (WILDCARD)

yo, anyone know the deets on the hair dye situation in this place??
help a guy out and he'll make it worth your while

✿ Welcome to the Jungle: Paper

[ On a busy market street on Level 2, full of glittering light and advertisements that phase from blinking cans of carbonated happiness to beauty products that apply themselves, the odd man's most distinctive trait is his general shabbiness.

It is not to say that his robes are without color or that his hefty wooden pack is not beautifully elaborate, but both have seen better days. The delicate stitches in purple and blue and red has frayed quite badly, coming apart to give brief flashers to layers of sandy and crimson cloth underneath. The pack - or is it a box? With heavy straps and stacks of tight drawers - is badly scuffed on its lower corners, to say nothing of the generous crack that has found its way onto the broadest of the drawer doors, bisecting the golden filigree that shapes an ornate eye. The man himself is at least clean and well put-together, for all that his hair is unruly and long beneath its wrap of purple cloth. He is not so destitute as to be unable to afford a few cosmetics for himself, judging by the red lines across his eyes and the bridge of his nose, and the delicate touch of lipstick and he seems--

At ease.

Comfortable, perched atop the beaten box more than sturdy enough to take his weight.

Certainly friendly, because the moment someone passes just close enough, he speaks - ]

Have you given thought

to your fate?

[ And offers out a paper toy in his hand.

It seems he is, at the moment, a fortune teller.

Close inspection will show a little silver and neon sign next to him that reads: Fee, 5 Demichroma. ]

ⓧ WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE | Housing

[ Scott wouldn't call himself picky. He's lived on all sorts of places before coming to Xavier's School, and not the orphanage nor Jack Winter's home where one would call welcoming. The only thing he's looking for in an apartment is for it to be cozy and with thick walls -- not only to avoid the noise but as extra protection if something happens with his powers. It wouldn't be the first time Scott blew up a wall or a ceiling, he doesn't want to cause an accident.

The apartment he finds himself in is....something else. He's a fan of space and has traveled the galaxy before but the number of moon-inspired furniture and designs are bordering on bizarre. Just looking at the bathroom gave him a headache and he doesn't think he would be able to catch any sleep with that thing on the ceiling staring down at him.

Scott walks back to the living room and gives a nearby moonblessed, who seems to be apartment hunting like him, a polite smile. ]

Well this sure is...an aesthetic. I think I'll keep looking, you can have this one if it suits you.

ⓧ CLOSING THE GAP

[ Dealing with tears between realities and time-traveling issues isn't new to Scott. He's just glad that this time demons aren't pouring out of the tears in droves, unlike that time when Hank accidentally opened a portal to hell in their living room. The situation still isn't ideal and people are getting hurt. He wants to help, that's what the very purpose of being an X-man, but Scott is not so familiar with is Lunatia's way of solving problems by having people grope each other on the regular. ]

Oh, come on... [ Scott is trying without much success to operate the dimension sealer machine, looking at the meter with a frown. The stored chroma isn't getting any higher no matter how much he stares down at it. Admitting defeat, Scott turns to the nearest person he can see and offers them the device. ] Do you want to give it a try? I don't seem to be able to figure out how to make it work properly.

ⓧ WILDCARD | Chose your own adventure

[ Scott is exploring the different cities, so feel free to pester him. If you'd like to do anything specific, please feel free to send me a PM, contact me on

Lylith, or hit me up with a starter of your own. ]

A) Welcome to the Jungle

[Asuna was going through one too many emotions right now. Last thing she remembered before suddenly passing out was arguing with some stupid boy over how her swordmanship was wasteful on the enemies she was fighting. If she passed out and in another area, then she most likely died, right? This is heaven?

It certainly seemed like it. Or at least an idealized version of it, to be sure. She let out a small sigh as she headed for the building she was told to choose a room from.

Everything just seemed so silly now. Rooms? In heaven? She knocked on random door to make sure it wasn't occupied.]

Hello? Anyone here?

Fire and Brimstone

[Well, if she considered Sword Art Online to be hell and Lunatia to be heaven, Asuna might want to reconsider things. This... this was a real hellish landscape she got sucked into. Even worse, there were those strange crystal-horned demons swarming her. Thankfully, she still has her rapiers with her and she went to slash at one, trying to keep it at bay.]

Wh-what the hell are these things?! There's something wrong with them... o-or maybe me!

[She could feel them grappling with something within her... rage? Rage at what? Probably her situation. Could you blame her? She's stuck in two worlds now and the last thing she did in the last one was yell at someone!]

Leave me alone! You don't know anything about me!

D) Closing the Gap

[Finally something she can do to solve this problem - sealing the gaps. She now had a device to use to fix all of this. Of course, there was one problem - she kinda missed the part where they told her how this worked.]

C'moooon... [She shook and slapped the device in annoyance, trying to get it to work properly.] ...ah, I think mine's busted. It's not working at all!

?) Wildcard)

(OoC: Got another idea? Feel free to hit me up. Either PM me or contact me on Plurk at

AshBlaze)

welcome to the jungle

[ the princess was significantly overwhelmed by the time she ended up in Prismatica, having been numbed for most of it. her erratic behavior was not welcomed with open arms, having already been distressed from her time alone with the crystals. the economy of chroma was barely a thought when her mind was riddled with the bright lights of an unfamiliar city and the concept of inter-dimensional space travel, although she was already feeling the dull ache of expended energy, heavy fatigue consuming her.

by the time she makes it to an appropriate complex to suit her liking, she slumps in front of an empty door and presses her forehead against it to take a breath. in Azula's left hand she's tightly gripping the Kemurikage mask she had adorned before her arrival, as if letting go would lessen her hold on reality. she's yet to decide if she wants to take what was given to her or put up more of a fight, although thankfully for everyone around her she doesn't have much fight in her for now.

at least she's learned quickly how draining her aggression can be, flames and sparks having flown and proving useless to her current predicament.

a. Azula's break on the floor will be prolonged, but she doesn't look dead-- just very irritated. although she won't be shooting fire at you, her prickly words can be just as harsh. be careful!

b. or you can find the fire princess trying to avoid picking an apartment and exploring, although this will be slow and tedious since she is low on chroma. ]

network; video post.

[ Azula has her dark hair pulled back into a messy bun, hair haphazardly falling over her forehead and golden eyes. Well, eye. Her left hand is covering her right eye as she peers forward into the little camera. ]

Quick-- guess who I am!

[ It's real hard not to laugh. ]

whatever else

[ please feel free to tag me with whatever you want (if you want specifics you can hit me up via

goblin)!! i'm open to everything and i'll match your writing style if brackets isn't your thing. i didn't pick any rifts to top-level for but that doesn't mean we can't explore them! ps. azula is 18 from after the smoke and shadow comics. ]

Edited 2020-09-08 19:00 (UTC)

Threaded | Flat

Page 1 of 3

QUESTIONS

Kokoro Amamiya | OC

laura matsuda | street fighter v | probably sanguis!

echidna | re:zero -starting life from another world- ( cordis )