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Thisavrou Head Mods ([personal profile] savmods) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2018-01-10 10:47 pm

January World Travel

Who: Anyone and everyone
When: Jan. 10 and onward
Where: Allcoran
What: New save file

Once again, the faint lights that can occasionally be found floating through the halls of Avagi coalesce around the Ingress shrines, opening the door to a new world. This time, there is no fixed connection between the portals and particular locations on the new world. Stepping through any portal will deposit the visitor anywhere on Allcoran — how random.

The world is a colorful and hospitable one that resembles Earth in a few ways — it has a bright sun, green plants, and humanoid residents. But as the travelers explore, they'll discover some oddities as they learn their way around.

The Town




The only settlement is deceptively large for the number of locals that can be encountered on the streets, which are wide and laid out in a basic grid pattern. The level of technology is vaguely medieval — no computers or cars here! A happy tune can be heard in the distance, although the musician who must be playing it always seems to be a block or two away. The town itself is referred to as just that, with no apparent name. Notable locations include:

  • The Inn: Need a break? No problem. Guests won't get their own hotel room, though; the inn has three beds next to each other upstairs, and that's it. But lack of privacy shouldn't be a concern. The moment a person gets into one of the beds, they immediately fall into a deep sleep, only to wake up feeling like no time has passed at all.

  • The Market: Need a sword? There are no background checks or weapons laws here! Need something to eat? The selection isn't wide, but a single large, colorful fruit or glowing green liquid in a vial (maybe it's an energy drink?) will instantly leave one sated. Sadly, the shops only accept gemstones as payment.

  • The Empty Houses: Stealing is wrong. But leaving jewels underneath common household objects is foolish. And many of the town's houses are unlocked and empty.

  • The Backyard Farm: Don't bother the chickens. Mass-pecking is a terrible way to die.

The Allcorans like their routines. During their waking hours, Allcorans can generally be found in the same areas, seeing to the same tasks, or just standing around people-watching. If approached, most are happy to engage in friendly conversation with the visitors, but their areas of interest are narrow. Some will talk about the town, their own lives or hobbies, or the fact that "Tribute Day" is coming soon. If the topic is changed, they'll inevitably bring it back to what they want to talk about. But it might be possible to get them to open up more by agreeing to do them a favor (fairly exchanged for a reward, of course), which will inevitably take travelers to...


The Wild

Immediately outside the town's boundaries is a lively, colorful landscape, where plenty of trees and other greenery can be found. As travelers venture farther, they'll discover surprisingly diverse environments, including a jungle, a waterlogged region and an area where everything is just...big. They may also find remnants of a lost society in the form of castles and dungeons littered about the land, most of which have become home to dangerous creatures.

From bears to turtles to unrecognizable creatures, the fauna can be strangely hostile. Stranger still are the ledges float in mid-air, occasionally moving, and the way that, inexplicably, people may find that they can only move forward or backward, not left or right—and sometimes they're forced to do so. Laws of physics? What are those? Those caught in a desperate situation might risk touching one of the glowing plants or animals occasionally found in the Wild. They grant great power at the cost of altering one's body to partially fuse with that of an animal.



If you've had enough and want to head back to town or to Avagi? Better hope you didn't agree to do someone a favor. Words have power on Allcoran, and many will find themselves unable to break their word and abandon the task. If a person considers abandoning their task, they will feel a strong sense of reluctance and guilt at the prospect. If they push past the feeling and attempt to walk away, they'll find the landscape itself seeming to twist itself around until they're once more facing the way they didn't want to go. Even if a volunteer should die, they'll find themselves alive and whole back at the last conversation they had, or the last area they walked into. No signs will remain of the failed attempt.

Simply put, a sidequest accepted must be a sidequest completed. Good thing the ACEs still work—try phoning a friend for help.



The Arena


The miles-wide arena is the most violent place in the world, a training ground for those who would be tributes to The Ones From Above. Dropped in parachutes from a floating platform, dozens find themselves in a space that contains guns, knives and derelict buildings, along with just enough rubble to use as cover, competitors kill each other to prove their worth—again and again and again.

The weapons are real and so are the competitors, but every body that falls disappears within one minute, only to reappear elsewhere in the arena. The same will happen to any visitor who is unfortunate enough to fall. The deaths are very real, but they will rise again without the intervention that the dead experience on Avagi. Is this endless death and life a gift or a curse?

Those lucky enough to survive will experience one particularly strange effect in the arena: although others can see them, if they look down at their bodies, they will find that from their perspective, everything but their arms have become invisible.

Each round in the arena lasts one hour. Racking up a large number of kills may be unpleasant, but it does come with compensation beyond being deemed worthy as a Tribute. The participant with the top kill count each day receives a plain chest that could contain anything from a weapon to jewels to a particularly snazzy shirt.



Extra Notes


  • While Allcoran might lack normal laws of physics, that doesn't mean it doesn't have its own constraints—or consequences for breaking them. Visitors who move too quickly may find themselves not merely rebounding, but clipping through some of the surfaces they hit. Individuals who fly straight up may continue indefinitely without seeming to gain distance... or, find themselves trapped above invisible barriers in the air. And whatever you do, don't step too close or too sideways to your conversation partners. You may not appreciate the view (cw: game render body horror).

  • Although food and drink are available, while on Allcoran, no one ever feels truly hungry or thirsty, and there are no bathrooms because no one ever, er, goes. However, food and beverages will restore energy and vitality to people who are tired or injured.

  • Occasionally, upon achieving a minorly notable feat, a person will hear a thunk as an appropriately labeled trophy drops to the ground nearby. Strange rain they have here.

  • Any visitor who removes enough articles of clothing will find that their naughty bits appear to be...pixelated. Must be a trick of the light.



[[Check out the OOC post for sidequests, questions, and more information!]]
magneticfields: (marvel v capcom)

Today mutantkind assumes its rightful place in the world. (OTA)

[personal profile] magneticfields 2018-01-11 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
Nothing shall stop me from my dreams. (Town)

[ After the last month being cooped up on the station with his apparent children, fighting with Charles, fighting with Clara, and his room getting flooded, Erik needs the fresh air a new planet. The odds and ends on offer in the market are interesting. Nothing as interesting as the food on Kaittos, of course, but some items he is interested in. Unfortunately, after several frustratingly limited conversations, he has determined the state of the gem-based economy. Along with the total lack of security or, apparently, locks on this planet.

As crimes go this is relatively harmless. A handful of gems taken from various places and recirculated back into the local economy. The important thing is that nobody sees him do it. But old habits come in handy, and he's in and out of at least four houses before he encounters anybody. He pauses and lifts an eyebrow. ]


I suppose you have something to say about this.

Where I lead our people, you are not worthy to follow! (The Wild)

[ Outside the town, the landscape is unlike anything Erik has ever encountered. He finds himself drawn to the floating platforms, and easily vaults up onto them.

But once he's there, he can't fly the way he usually does. He can only sort of... bounce. It's extremely disconcerting, and difficult to gauge.

After one particularly difficult leap he finds himself dangling off the edge, digging his fingers into the squishy top of the platform, trying to pull himself up onto it despite having nothing below for his feet to get purchase on. He glances up at the other person on the platform. ]


Little help?

The time of Homo Superior has come! (The Arena)

[ The Trial of Life was such an enjoyable experience that Erik does not hesitate to enter the Arena. Not that he expects a repeat of everything he did during the trial. For one thing, a turn in the arena only lasts an hour, not five days. It leaves very little time for seduction.

But plenty of time for the sort of mayhem he finds invigorating.

His pulse is already pounding in his ears as they drop into the arena. Immediately, he realizes something is wrong. His shield gives him enough time to get the lay of the land. And also confound his opponents. He wants to tell them to stop wasting their ammunition but all that comes out is: ]


What did you hope to accomplish, whelp?

[ He runs across the battlefield, deflecting bullets from some into others, twisting their weapons back on themselves, and looking for cover because what is happening? Finally, he sees a familiar face and tries to call for help. But again, the words he actually wants to say are nowhere and instead he just shouts: ]

They call me the Master of Magnetism. That moniker describes but a fraction of my capabilities.

You've learned a valuable lesson today. I am powerful and you are nothing. (Wildcard)

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Edited 2018-01-11 17:44 (UTC)
forgeabettertomorrow: (this Lance guy sounds alright)

[TOWN]

[personal profile] forgeabettertomorrow 2018-01-11 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[To be honest, Darin was elated. This humble little burg reminded him so much of Kenmore, the quaint port-side town where he grew up, that he couldn't resist looking around. He was soon deflated, however, when the size of the town didn't seem to match its population. He was hoping for a more bustling place, a place more akin to his home. Not to mention the fact that he'd packed up a ton of his weapons and armor that he'd painstakingly forged back on Thisavrou and had hoped to peddle on a world that didn't seem so reliant on laser guns and particle barriers.]

[So we have Darin wandering around with a literal stall's worth of goods strapped to his back (the size and weight of which should completely crush a normal man) when he happens to see someone coming out of what seemed to be an abandoned house.]

[Darin's own eyebrow arches up.]


...Something to say? No, where I come from it's totally normal to come and go out of an empty, yet fully furnished house that may or may not belong to you.

[The sarcasm, can you hear it?]
notmarieanymore: (gloves off)

wildcard. cw likely.

[personal profile] notmarieanymore 2018-01-11 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[Rogue had gone to the Arena not to participate, but to spectate. She wanted to be there to cheer for Erik against the onslaught in a Danger Room session driven to the extreme. And she'd done just that.

Until she saw his powers in action for the very first time.

She remembers the metallic noise, the way it seemed to hum in the air, the ease of which he manipulates the metal like it's dough- Erik- Erik- how many times had the Professor called him that while she was near? She knew his name, she knew Magneto's name, because she had his memories. How she hadn't seen it before- he mentioned being Charles' colleague, knowing Mystique...

Below her gloves, Rogue's knuckles are white as she watches him all but confirm what she already knew was true. No- she knew what she had to do. She had to 100% be correct about this, because if she wasn't- then she was ruining one of the best things about this place.

Pushing away from the ledge, Rogue walks away from the arena, off to find the entrance to the challengers' area.

The hour seems to drag by, and every time the door swings open and someone leaves, she's on the balls of her feet, almost ready to pounce. Erik is one of the last to leave, it feels like, and the moment she sees him, Rogue strides over, ripping off her leather glove and reaching out to slap him- palm against skin. But she doesn't follow through. She leaves her hand there, Erik's skin so soft against her own.

The memories come almost immediately, and by the time she wrenches her hand, she can taste the iron around her. Pulling her hand back, she looks at the man in front of her, her green eyes steely though her voice trembles.]


Fuck you.
forgeabettertomorrow: (eyyyyyy this guuuuuy)

Darin Altway | OTA

[personal profile] forgeabettertomorrow 2018-01-13 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
It's Dangerous To Go Alone - Town

[Upon reaching the town for the first time, Darin's eyes lit up. For the briefest of moments, this place seemed incredibly reminiscent of his hometown of Kenmore. Granted, it wasn't on a bay, but everything from the houses, to the inn, to the marketplace made happy memories come flooding back. Even the wares in the marketplace felt familiar! Swords! Shields! Armor! And not ridiculous power armor or particle barriers or laser swords. No these were honest to goodness steel and iron. And while Darin has learned a lot when it came to new technology, there was something inherently satisfying about dealing in a medium that was like second nature to him.]

[Which is why Darin has set up a stall in the Marketplace bursting with his Masterclass wares that he'd been storing since they left Thisavrou. After clearing out a spot and unloading his stall from his Pac disc, Darin stands in front of the stall brandishing his wares to the passersby. Expertly forged swords and shields, polished armor that shines like a mirror in the sun, he has it all.]


Hey there, looking for some equipment that'll make you the envy of the local militia? A sword that can cut down a treant with just a glancing blow? How about a shield tempered and tested to withstand blast magic? Don't see something you're looking for? Then just ask! I'll forge you whatever you need personally with these two hands!

Eastmost Peninsula is the Secret - Wild

[So the town reminded Darin of home, but what about the overworld surrounding terrain? Well, this is where things start to seem a little strange for Darin. Venturing forth outside of the town, Darin finds himself in the jungle which, lets face it, isn't exactly hospitable. It's hot and sticky, there's giant bugs and weird fruit hanging in the air that does nothing to satisfy. Darin's taken off his jacket and tied it loosely around his waist as he hacks his way through the jungle with his dao. Every so often he plucks one of those hovering fruits from the sky and takes a bite, only to grimace and toss it away.]

Wasn't there supposed to be a dungeon out this way? Maybe we should double back...

It's a Secret To Everybody - Sidequest

[Having accepted a quest from an old man in town, Darin finds himself making his way to an apparently well known dungeon. The task seemed easy enough: slay a goblin and bring back his horn as proof. Goblins were nothing. Well, it just so happened that the dungeon in question was located deep in the wild...where the flora and fauna were all giant. Naturally, this trait lent itself not only to the dungeon, which was literally huge, but all of the monsters inside were scaled up as well. Darin stands before what can only be considered as the dungeon's 'maw' which is massive in scope and looks down the oversized stairs.]

...You know, you'd think that maybe I would have been given the option to hear what the quest was before I blindly accepted it? I'm a businessman. I really should know better.

[He heaves a sigh and jumps down the first enormous step.]

Well, at least it's a challenge. Let's go!

Wildcard

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patchricide: (Her Royal Poutiness)

let's all go to the wild

[personal profile] patchricide 2018-01-13 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Allura looks displeased.]

[On one hand, it's nice to have this bodyguard arrangement. Darin is doing a great job leading away and clearing the path, making this part of the expedition that much easier — since she's armed with a whip, Indiana Jones style, she would certainly have a hard time cutting through the overgrowth. But despite that...]


We might as well. Unless that dungeon is ruled by a great and terrible gardener, wandering aimlessly is my best shot at completing this quest.

[... her sass levels are through the roof today. All these dungeons to explore and puzzles to solve and monsters to fight... and she gets asked to pick roses.]

[And she can't even complain — wasn't she the one who was so interested in gathering flowers from the last planet? "Be careful what you wish for," huh?]


Otherwise, I could look for a higher vantage point, to see if I can spot your target.
forgeabettertomorrow: (I don't really get it but...)

[personal profile] forgeabettertomorrow 2018-01-13 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
Huh? No no, I can take on a goblin literally any day of the week in my sleep. Today is just about exploring. Seeing what this world has to offer.

[He hacks away at a particularly stubborn thicket.]

I've got news for you though, I don't think we're gonna find any roses in this jungle. Maybe you should head back? You look like you're miserable.
patchricide: (Well don't look at me)

[personal profile] patchricide 2018-01-13 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
I'm fine.

[She says in that tone that's just... the furthest thing from fine, ever.]

The jungle certainly doesn't pose any problem, at any rate. And with all the different foliage here, any kind of rare flower could be hiding somewhere in here.

It's not as though this is much of a normal jungle, anyway. [She says as she eyes more of those floating fruit. Watching as they slowly rotate in the air, because why wouldn't they?]
forgeabettertomorrow: (son of a...)

[personal profile] forgeabettertomorrow 2018-01-13 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah but...we're not getting anywhere.

Why keep going in this direction? Why not, I don't know, head back to town and try and get more info about the flowers?

Or are we just gonna stay the course until we loop around the planet?
patchricide: (Such a crick in the neck.)

[personal profile] patchricide 2018-01-13 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
[She sighs, as she absent-mindedly tries to spin the floating fruit faster, like a globe.]

They're rare, for one thing. And difficult to find, despite the fact that they can emit an ear-splitting shriek, which should give their location away...

Somehow, I can't expect there will be any experts on the plant waiting to give directions.

[... but she did say that her best bet is wandering aimlessly, so. Despite her doubts, she turns around and starts heading back towards town. Or where she thinks town is. It was this way, wasn't it?]
forgeabettertomorrow: (Ehehehe well...)

[personal profile] forgeabettertomorrow 2018-01-13 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
Wait, you're heading back? Do you want me to come with you?

[Darin heelturns to follow after her.]

You're in a pretty bad mood, aren't you.
magneticfields: (relax)

[personal profile] magneticfields 2018-01-13 09:30 am (UTC)(link)
It is also apparently totally normal to carry all of one's worldly possessions on one's back, so I can see how that convention may have arisen.

[ He looks over what Darin's carrying a little closer. ]

Are you finding buyers for any of that? I haven't been able to get anything in motion with the merchants, hence my redistribution of wealth project.
magneticfields: (cry)

CW strangling, suffocation, paralysis

[personal profile] magneticfields 2018-01-13 09:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ Erik manages to acquit himself well in the Arena, though not as well as he would have if he weren't convinced he was having a stroke the entire time. Afterward, in the locker room, he finally startsto regain the ability to speak normally. Unfortunately, he still isn't entirely recovered when Rogue confronts him.

Her expression is odd, but he assumes it is simply concern. ]
Ah, Rogue. [ He greets her with a smile which quickly disappears when she touches him.

The effect is immediate. The strength drains from his extremities, his hands and feet going numb first. His pulse pounds in his ears as he struggles to breathe. He can't get enough air. His chest feels tight, his heart thudding against his ribs as it tries to push blood through his tightening veins. The pain where her palm touches his face is like a vacuum sealed on his skin. ]


The time for reckoning is at hand!

[ He gasps as he collapses to his knees.

When she lets go he can breathe again. He sucks in greedy lungfuls of air as his vision clears and the pain in his chest recedes. ]


What?
ascendit: (telegraphing all my moves‚ huh?)

Nathan Drake | OTA

[personal profile] ascendit 2018-01-13 11:17 am (UTC)(link)
i. walk in the park · side quest
[Within a castle with remarkably intact carpeting and stained glass windows but a distinct lack of furniture, Nate's cheerful as he hops down from a mid-air platform, his gunblade in hand and an oversized key clinking gently against his junction device on his lanyard.]

Clear the blob monsters out of the safe, bring back the family vase. It's just like a Garden mission!

[Also, the smithing family who had asked him to do this had taken a look at his gunblade and promised him a better one once he returned with the vase, which is pretty exciting.]

Although we could definitely move around more on those missions...

ii. what do we have here? · wildcard
[I'll roll with anything except the arena; else feel free to hit me up at [plurk.com profile] pohutukaryl or on my contact post if you want to plot.]
Edited 2018-01-13 11:33 (UTC)
petridish: (this won't end well for her)

Nova Barnett | OTA

[personal profile] petridish 2018-01-13 11:32 am (UTC)(link)
i. a lucky streak · the wild
[If one follows the shriek of mingled disgust and dismay, a human sized cuckoo bird bearing Nova's face and Ploiatos scarring on her left wing can be found frantically touching a glowing plant.]

What is this?! Turn me back - turn me back!

[She hadn't even meant to touch the bright spiky leaves. She'd brushed against it as she was sneaking up on a nearby bear, which looks faintly disgusted by the racket she's making.

[Looks like it might be about to make a countermove on her, but Nova's too panicked to notice.]


ii. life gives its shape · wildcard
[I'll roll with anything; else feel free to hit me up at [plurk.com profile] pohutukaryl or on my contact post if you want to plot.]
forgeabettertomorrow: (sure whatever you say)

[personal profile] forgeabettertomorrow 2018-01-13 02:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Excuse you, it's absolutely normal when you have a living to make. It also happens to be a great work out.

[Darin huffs a bit in annoyance and crosses his arms at the follow up question though.]

No, unfortunately. You'd think people would be eager for reasonably priced, masterclass goods, but the only way I can sell any of this is if I go to another vendor. And even then, the prices they're offering are a joke. I mean, seriously! They're only offering three gems for what they classify as a "steel sword!" They won't even examine the craftwork behind it! You know how much time I spent forgot all of this stuff?!

And here I was excited to be in a town that reminded me so much of home.
notmarieanymore: (stand)

[personal profile] notmarieanymore 2018-01-13 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[She's braced herself for the memories, at least she thinks so. But this Magneto's memories are so much more recent, more... colorful. A man with a mustache, a silver coin, another blue mutant she couldn't recognize. She pushes them aside, trying to focus on now, not the barrage she's receiving.

Focusing on the man in front of her on his knees.

She shoves her hand back into her glove- a wave of her hand shutting the door behind them with a metallic clang.]


You heard me- Magneto.

[She nearly spits his name out.]

And you can go to hell.
seeingscarlet: (avenger; run; 187)

[personal profile] seeingscarlet 2018-01-14 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
Nova, what-?

[The shouting brings Wanda running, but she was expecting to see more of a threat, the kind of thing that would merit Nova's shouting. She knows what Nova can do. A bear shouldn't be an issue.

And a bear certainly couldn't do...that.

She keeps her eyes on it, wisps of scarlet twisting around her fingers. It's not the bear's fault it's frightened, not with all the noise Nova's making.]


Come on, we need to go.

[They can figure it out later, when there's not an angry bear staring them down.]
inconsequence: (❤ step 4 if hes blushing)

chara dreemurr | goat simulator remastered | i'll match your formatting

[personal profile] inconsequence 2018-01-14 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
i. all over ; i hope the roof flies off and i get blown into space
It's almost nostalgic.

That's the first word that comes to mind, when one is something of a dirty hacker - when one has learned to pry apart the edges of their own world, watch the ways in which FLOWEYTALE tore it all apart and pieced it back together by numbers, by threads, by strings, by sprites, and delve always and ever deeper into every individualized strip of code. When you end up getting a call by a real funny guy, who idly wants to know how it is you ended up with this particular ending when it shouldn't have showed up; when you've learned what it is to be confronted with endless messages proclaiming error! without any immediate means of discerning why; when you cannot completely fight away the slight chill that shivers at your spine at the memory of a child standing, forlorn and gray with static-shuttered eyes, at the end of a pier, begging you not to think about this anymore.

Needless to say, between the abuse of mechanics and the blatant dissociation, Chara fits right in. Call it a New Game+.

They're smiling in that wide, typical fashion of theirs - not necessarily dangerously, but certainly in a way that might be off-putting, given the fact that it seems unfortunately redolent of that of a cat confronted with a particularly juicy mouse - as they make their way downtown, walking fast, with an mess of very interesting trophies practically spilling out from their arms. Maybe they're striking up a conversation with someone who has very little to say besides a phrase that is just as ominous as it is inexplicable, when paired with the fact that the poor sap seems to be stuck swimming through the air. Maybe they've discovered a section of building that's particularly susceptible to their terrible whims, and are delighting in watching items rebound wildly off its corners with very little provocation.

All told, this might be the first world they've visited that Chara actually enjoys.


ii. also...all over ; if i can get my shit together i'm gonna run away and never see any of you again
[There's something approaching you at a rapid clip - with an emphasis on "clip." It appears to be little more than a green-and-yellow blur of uncoordinated limbs half-floating and half-speeding forward with little regard for the basic laws of physics, propelled by some uncontrollable momentum that is really better off not being inspected too closely.]

[Chara has discovered ragdolling. And either they're going to crash into a building or into you, but regardless of which comes to pass, it's sure to be terribly entertaining.]


iii. sidequest ; you know i hate all my friends
It's not delivering a love letter to Alphys's lab in Hotland, but it'll do in a pinch. They can recognize a sidequest when it's issued to them, and the possibility that it might allow for additional information or some reward that isn't forced empathic abilities, issued unwillingly upon the participant, is too good a chance to pass up.

Besides - what is there to lose from chopping some vegetables, aside from a few fingers? Chara often contemplates the wisdom of severing a few fingers from their hand anyway, just for the sake of having a little less Chara in existence. Really, everyone would benefit from that. After three stilted conversations with the unnamed chef in question, it becomes swiftly clear that the only means of progressing this questline is to actually do the quest.

Fortunately, they've no shortage of knives on hand to do the chopping. The motions are even and mechanical, and they come quite naturally to someone as deft with knives as they. It's not a terrible time sink, all things considered.

Though they might occasionally disrupt their own chopping to wander around the chef's abode and pick up an item or two, and,
depending on its personal worth, stuff it into their pocket without much concern for being caught. The chef does not seem to mind;
he's been stirring the same pot of stew for the past several hours, caught in a continuous loop of stirring three or four times, lifting the lid to peek into its contents, and sniffing at the hot rush of steam in a perpetual rinse and repeat of the same exact actions. Maybe his idle animation's bugged.


iv. some doorway ; i became such a strange shape from trying to fit in
[Chara is stuck.]

[A doorway leading into an inn has been...particularly unresponsive to their efforts to cross through it. Arms folded, foot tapping, it seems they can move neither forward nor backward, as long as that dreaded symbol hovers a few inches above their head. Occasionally, it will flicker out, stuttering and stopping, and, relieved, the child takes a tiny step forward - ]

[Only to freeze in place when the symbol immediately reappears, forcing them to wait another long several minutes.]

[At this point, they can only barely contain their exasperation.]


Oh, very nice.


v. the wild ; woke up on the wrong side of paradise ; cw: body horror
So they made a stupid mistake. It's been known to, occasionally, happen, much as they'll pretend otherwise. They forgot what sort of world they were in, and they made the error of stooping to pick one of the flowers. They were never one to resist the pull of flowers - it was golden flowers, after all, that they so loved about the Surface, and the one thing they could say that they truly missed.

It is especially fitting that it is golden flowers that consume them now.

It was not a painful transformation, but it is discomfiting for reasons both easily discernible and otherwise. The flowers itch, and they've swarmed over the lower half of their face, either obscuring or otherwise - doing away with the use of a mouth. They cannot be quite sure as to what sort of power this might grant, but they're rather certain they don't want it.

Looking the way they do, it is easy to settle into the grass and close their eyes and forget the world while they wait for the effects to reverse. Just...don't be surprised, if a section of the ground coated in beautiful yellow blooms starts to shudder beneath you, or if it suddenly detaches itself from the moss carpeting the wilderness to trundle toward you. It may be alarming, but the blotches of pale skin and the slightly disheveled mat of brown hair will be a solemn indicator that there is someone underneath.

That is, if the red eyes don't give it away.


vi. arena ; i'll stop wearing black when they make a darker color ; cw: mentions of child death + blasé attitudes about death
[* About time.]

[Which is to say, Chara is very eager to be participating.]

[They're not the most skilled participant, to be certain, but their frequent sparring matches with Rinzler have enabled them to learn a thing or two. They know how to cut and thrust and, more importantly, they know how to take advantage of their diminutive size and employ the use of the occasional retreat and dodge instead of trusting that they'll be capable of tanking whatever hits might land on them.]

[However, ultimately, they're nothing more than a very stubborn child with a very inappropriate amount of knives. This may limit their time in each round significantly, but they at least intend to be quite the little irritant while they last, even if it means they only get to stick your ankles a handful of times before they're inevitably dispatched by someone who can handle one exceedingly 2edgy knife child.]


vii. wild card ; i know it's just a number but to me you're the eighth wonder
[If you want a closed starter in this Fucking Long Prompt Machine just let me know either by pming me or hitting me over at [plurk.com profile] arrpee]
brokeassgoing: (can i get a puff puff)

town

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2018-01-14 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
[The great thing about being in space and being suspicious of just about everything around you is how everything tends to change! Overnight! Without a crash landing or a warning! How is he sure the foods that are labeled goat testicles are indeed that and the things that aren't aren't just goat testicles in disguise?

When he spots Darin, his agonizing ceases.]


Are you trynna assimilate into this lot?
gainedlove: (* Watch)

todd howard personally came into my house and shat on the carpet

[personal profile] gainedlove 2018-01-14 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
Nostalgic is one way to put it.

It's strange how things can seem so different in retrospect. How you don't bother talking to someone more than once, until you've lost made another friend. How it doesn't matter which poff you start at, so long as you search the right amount of times. That funny little trick that happens if you turn around fast enough, how words can blur by in an instant when you're impatient enough. Why you go back, over and over and over, even though you've won, haven't you?

The eating out of the garbage is probably all on them, though.

Where Chara is all smiles, Frisk seems to have fallen into a deadpan stare, watching with little reaction as a cart goes flying past and though their head with seemingly no effect other than a single section of their hair flipping upward and just...kind of staying there. They turn to see where the cart lands, then bend down to pick up a piece of fruit on the ground, not seeming to notice how their hair stretches odd and flat from the frozen floating chunk.

"'S not made too well, is it?"
forgeabettertomorrow: (I don't really get it but...)

[personal profile] forgeabettertomorrow 2018-01-14 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Darin is in the process of polishing up a shield to display for sale when he looks up.]

I'm trying to make some money so that maybe we can trade for information around here.

This place really reminds me of my home. I think I could actually learn something about this place.
shiro2hero: (seriously no fuck my life sideways)

wild

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2018-01-14 07:36 am (UTC)(link)
[You know, since they're in a jungle and all, it's probably not all that weird to be paced by a lion. Albeit one who doesn't seem all that interested in... eating him. Or attacking him. At all. In fact, it looks really just put out by the whole situation.]

[An irritated expression on its face and everything.]

[... an irritated expression with a familiar scar. And, you know. A random fluff of white over its face.]

[And a metal leg.]

[One of its eyes may actually be twitching right now.]
brokeassgoing: (cutiest pie)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2018-01-14 07:53 am (UTC)(link)
Wish it was easy like trading information for information,

[he's wistful even as he pokes and prods at Darin's wares.]

Mmm, you look pretty cozy in your booth. These are pretty good...you had the chance to learn about guns, though?
patchricide: (126)

[personal profile] patchricide 2018-01-14 07:53 am (UTC)(link)
Hm? Of course, didn't you want to head back? [She turns her head, to make sure he's following after her.]

I can't help but find it frustrating. Imagine if you were the one asked to... let's say, find and gather vegetables. Nothing so challenging as your current quest or anyone else's, but rather a scavenger hunt.

[She watches his expression. Maybe he won't sympathize with that — it's not like he's kept away from danger as often as she is. If that's the case, is there some way to give an example that he can understand from his own experience?]
inconsequence: (❤ you wanna shove a butt plug)

[personal profile] inconsequence 2018-01-14 08:47 am (UTC)(link)
They're having a whale of a time, sure! Reality is easily broken down into numbers and letters and strings of words broken apart with parentheses and percentage signs - this is no different.

"It's no FLOWEYTALE, is it?" says Chara, watching some passerby come up against the cart and apparently not quite understand how to move through it. The collision leaves her bumping her shins against the splinters of wood without any undue reaction whatsoever, like a broken wind-up toy. "A pity. I think I'd enjoy getting a look at how it's all put together."

It takes a certain level of finesse to be capable of rewriting an entire Game's code.

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