Event & TDM 003

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I AM THE WILD

WAKE UP

You open your eyes.

It feels like you’ve been here before, like you’re finally home. Today, the sun shines brightly, brilliantly, on the open forest clearing making up Aldric’s Grove. Vines wrap around old buildings, overgrowth covers ruins of what once were homes and shops, and weeds poke up through the cracks of foundations. Before you stands an inn, a well, and one hundred beautiful flowers peppered throughout the clearing. Be not fooled by their beauty, wanderer; should you stray too close, the flowers are happy to bite.

Fret not, however; should you seek escape from the carnivorous foliage, the inn is plenty safe from attacks. Perhaps you ought to get acquainted with others like you, lounging in the lobby with nowhere to go. Perhaps you should find yourself a room, a place to stay. After all, room and board is completely free of charge! Should you dig through the bedside table of your new room, you’ll find only one thing within: A Polaroid photograph of yourself from years ago. You were younger, then — or, if age doesn’t define you, you were different. Still, you remember posing for this photograph… don’t you?

If the photo is too much for you, a trip to the river might offer respite. The oppressive fog wrapping around the grove and obscuring much of the distant forest some miles out won’t let you wander too far. Luckily, there’s a stretch of river perfect for a round of fishing, playing in, or simply relaxing by. Mushrooms grow along the banks and on the trees, but remember to say “thank you” to the forest if you take them. You wouldn’t like the consequences otherwise.

HEY

cw: madness, hallucinations

You might have had luck avoiding the gnashing fangs of the flowers thus far, but they begin to get restless and aggressive the longer they go without feeding. They can’t quite uproot themselves and chase you down, but they will stretch their stalks as far as they can, unfurl their petals and try to wrap sharp leaves around your legs and anything else within reach. If you aren’t careful, their fangs will pierce your flesh, and they will drink from you until they drain you dry. Shout for help if they latch on. Surely someone will come to your aid.

…just try not to look at them much. The flowers take passive abilities of anyone they feed from, and that means they possess powers of their own. Stare for a moment too long, and you’ll begin to see your nightmares brought to life, feel a crawling down your back like one million insect feet, a grappling at your ankles as something tries to drag you under the metaphorical tides. Black tendrils sweep over your eyes, they grip the facades of buildings, they tear your friends to shreds and eat them whole. Focus. Focus on that voice telling you to snap out of it, on the people around you waving their hands in front of your eyes. It isn’t real. Blink, shake your head, and clear your thoughts.

Or don’t. “Give in,” a sultry voice murmurs, “Let me consume you.”

IT'S ALRIGHT

cw: auditory hallucinations, animal butchery

From the fenced-off, locked-up manor to the northwest of the Grove, a spill of magic begins to leak out from boarded-up windows. It’s gradual at first before it suddenly bursts, and that’s when everything starts to go haywire. The Manor’s heart aches, friend. Something in that house is oh-so-miserable with no way out… and it intends to make you feel its pain.

Every regret you’ve ever had — every word left unspoken, every lie you’ve told, everything you believe you’ve done wrong — those feelings are brought to the surface and magnified. No matter where you look, what you do, or how much you try to distract yourself, those emotions will always bubble to the surface.

You might think wandering into the forest will help you flee from yourself for a time, but as soon as you cross the threshold, the path back to the clearing closes behind you in a rustle of leaves. The only way out is forward, it seems, but the forest won’t play fair. The path will shift unexpectedly, blocking your route, forcing you to backtrack, but never quite allowing escape. All the while, voices fill your mind, chasing after you no matter where you go. They are the murmurs of those you have wronged, the murmurs of a conscience slighted.

Seeking out a companion in the labyrinth will quell them, for a time. Should your heart weigh too heavy, confessing to your labyrinth-partner what you’re grappling with will absolve you of your guilt and leave you feeling clear-headed enough to escape. At that point, the forest, too, seems content to let you solve the maze without interference.

Should you escape fairly, without harming the labyrinth, you’ll be rewarded: A freshly-hunted game animal from your homeland is dropped at your feet just as you step back into the clearing. Enjoy it, for you will not have the opportunity to get another. The forest only allows one round per person.

I'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU

The residents of Aldric’s Grove have had a rough time here, but not everything has to be bad. On the night of the new moon, the Shopkeeper leaves his store for the night, and alongside the Trader — who normally sits outside the inn by her stall and her giant turtle — he constructs a bonfire some distance from the carnivorous plants. Nearby to it are tables with a feast set upon them, free for everyone to enjoy. There’s music playing from… somewhere. Don’t think about it too hard. The wispy, sentient shadows that comprise the Shopkeeper and Trader are happy to dance with you, too, if you ask.

Enjoy your night, friends. You’ve made it to the end of the month, and you deserve a break.

SPARK NOTES

CLICK TO EXPAND!

WAKE UP

Welcome to Aldric's Grove! Watch out for the carnivorous flowers. There's a photograph of you in the inn, by the way. Don't worry about it.

HEY

The carnivorous flowers are now causing visual hallucinations and madness. Try not to look at them too long. Maybe buddy up for the time being, to make sure that the forest's whispering voice doesn't drag you too far down.

IT'S ALRIGHT

A flood of magic hits the Grove. Characters will be subject to reliving and re-experiencing all of their regrets, and should they wander into the forest to escape, they'll be made to play in the forest's maze game. The forest won't play fair, but seems to relent when you confess to a companion what's on your mind. And hey, that makes your heart weigh less heavy, too. At the end of the line, you'll get a reward of fresh meat as long as you didn't try to cheat!

I'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU

The Shopkeeper and Trader are throwing a lighthearted bonfire party. Dance the night away and eat your heart out!

OOC

Welcome to the third TDM & Event Log of Sticks and Bones! This log is game canon. The prompts are meant for all players, current and future, so have fun! Our applications operate on a rolling basis, so applications are open with no end date unless we suddenly cap players. If there are any questions, please direct them to the "questions" header below.

UPDATES

❖ For those who enter the inn in the morning, a breakfast spread of scrambled eggs, bacon, smoked fish, roasted tomatoes on the vine and assorted fruits wait for you.
❖ Several patches of the murderous flowers seem to have been electrocuted, lit on fire or cut.

TDM TOPLEVELS!

TDMS

❖ Shalem (Arknights)
❖ Toge Inumaki (Jujutsu Kaisen)
❖ Jade Leech (Twisted Wonderland)
❖ BB (Fate/ Grand Order
❖ Akki (Original)
❖ Nikaidou Eisuke (Tsurune)
❖ Arthur Pendragon (Saber) (Fate/ Grand Order)

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QUESTIONS

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Re: QUESTIONS

[lostpsalm]

roughly how many times can one flee into the woods to escape their feelings before it becomes comedically over the top, you think

INVESTIGATIONS

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Please use the following form for investigations:

<b>Character(s):</b> <b>Location:</b> <b>Action:</b> What are they looking for? What are they doing?

INVESTIGATIONS

[devilishkouhai]

Character(s): Just BB for now if you dont mind.
Location: Somewhere in the Grove, talking to some flowers.
Action:

They want to understand the flowers! And maybe, just maybe... Treat them to some food.

NPC CONTACT

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Shopkeeper.

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A large man made of shadows who runs the general store. He seems tired, but not unkind.

shalem | arknights | new (crau)

[prozaic]

wake up

Ah... Are you wondering about my bouquet? [perhaps you are, perhaps you are not. but shalem deems it a good enough conversation starter-- after all, there are plants that turn their faces towards people to bear their teeth, and the serpent is carrying a small bouquet of dried lavenders in the coils of his tail, wrapped up in parchment as if he's ready to give it up to someone.

no, he is not. this bouquet of little flowers is his, and he's not willing to give it up or throw it away... but he'll allow people to take a peek.]

Worry not, it's nothing like the inhospitable plants outside. In fact, they're not living, not any longer. Here, come closer and have a look if you like. They're just lavenders. [he beckons to his companion, taking the dried flowers into the crook of his arm and letting his tail fall down onto the floor of the inn. he acts awfully trusting of people despite being a stranger to this new world, but he has a sabre hanging from his hip, and a slew of skills to use to protect himself if he must-- shalem just hopes he doesn't need to. he doesn't want to have to fight anyone.]

it's not all right (warning: this prompt has the potential for discussions about bad things happening to kids, murder, the current desire for murder, and more. for more cw, please see his permissions post.)

[shalem's made a good deal of mistakes lately, and it seems like the streak will continue. he realizes this when the path he took into the forest closes up before his very eyes, and he finds he has a sinking feeling about all of this. a sinking, and very familiar feeling. a feeling that reminds him of a certain time-and-space-bending castle he had to journey through far too many times in his lifetime. this makes the fear set it much, much faster.

at first, shalem runs, but when he hears footsteps behind him, his tail and one arm whip out as if to strike whoever is there-- only his reflexes stop his limbs from hitting the person, body swaying enough that the little bouquet of dried lavenders tucked into his jacket nearly falls out.]

Oh-- I'm sorry. For a moment, I thought... [he shakes his head.] No, nevermind. I apologize, I'm being a fool. [though, even if he drops his arm and tail and smooths his expression over, he had the look of one so panicked just moments before. he's a little ashamed to admit it, but he's not doing well right now.

actually no, he won't admit it at all, even if someone were to ask.]

i'll take care of you

[even with the feast before him, shalem remains cautious-- though not suspicious. even if the two townspeople here are entirely made of shadows, they are, at least, yet to harm anybody. in fact, the shadows here seem safer than solid beings. for now. even if he fears the dark and the shadows creeping about every source of light, he also feels inexplicably comforted by them as well.

not to mention, shalem is focused on something else entirely to be completely cautious.]

Where do you suppose the music is coming from... Colour me curious. [he's still standing and is mostly still, though his black-scaled tail sways with the melody on the wind.] Though... it would be foolish to wander off just to look for the source, wouldn't it?

[shalem chuckles a little, a sheepish expression on his face.]

Why don't we speculate about it instead?

wildcard
[ bring your own prompt! feel free to send me a pm first if you want to plot something out. as a note, shalem is a crau from a private game, but he will attempt to not mention a lot about it because that's just how he rolls. ]

i'll take care of you

[succiduous]

[Gnosis thinks — if he really, truly digs through the trenches of his memory — that he's seen Shalem before at the landship, during one of the rare times when he's actually bothered to leave the lab. That flash of lavender-coloured hair is familiar enough. Though he does not necessarily enjoy the company of others, in this place, there's nothing better to do than to socialize, so socialize he will.

The question makes him shake his head, tsking lowly.]

Where and why does anything in this place occur? [The mysteries of the Grove remain mysteries. Gnosis does not expect a newcomer to completely grasp it.] The music is the least concerning thing I've heard all month.

Toge Inumaki | Jujutsu Kaisen | TDM

[cursedwords]

I. Wake Up

[Toge Inumaki opens his eyes and finds himself...where is he exactly? It’s not entirely clear where he is, or how he got there, frankly, he’s just leaning against a tree asleep. Hmph. Asleep no less. Who has time to sleep?

He gets to his feet, still looking around more than anything. He slides his right hand in his pocket. His left sleeve is empty and fluttering in the wind. The flowers seem strange and out of place, but leaning over to look at one, wondering if this is some kind of domain, when it snaps he pulls his hand away quickly. He’s only got one of those, he needs to keep it.

It’s the inn where he ends up, pushing open the door and peering around it to see who’s in the lobby. Not because he’s looking for someone in particular, but rather, he’s looking for anyone he recognizes. Yuta maybe? Maybe not.

He steps inside, feeling a little self-conscious. Toge probably looks small, both because he is and hiding behind the high collar of his uniform jacket doesn’t really help paint a picture of confidence, no matter how he feels in this moment.]

II. Hey

[Those tendrils are brutal and while Toge can jump around, avoiding them, he can only do so for so long.

Whomp. The tendril gets a good hold of his ankle and he faceplants on the ground. His arm is outstretched, digging into the dirt as he tries to drag himself away, calling for attention, from anyone.]

Tuna! Tuna! [It might not be the most compelling cry for help. If he gets really desperate, he’ll cry for help proper.]

[Desperate, muddied fingers pull down his school collar so he can reveal his face, there’s what looks like some kind of seal on either side of his mouth and when he screams, anyone close enough can see there’s another on his tongue.]

Help me! [That should do it, but with the volume he needs to use, there’s already blood trickling down his chin.]

((ooc: please note if your character hears ‘help me’ this is cursed speech and they will be compelled to do so, unable to resist his order for a minute or two. They are free to call him on this, they are also free not to engage with that part of the prompt and find him at his first cries.))

III. It’s Alright.

[Toge is shaking. Why he’s feeling so strongly about his failure, even though it wasn’t his fault, why he feels so strongly about his biggest cardinal sin being that he exists at all...he doesn’t know. It’s amplified.

He really, really should be in bed. He’s looking pale, trembling and walking on in unsteady, uneven steps. A walk will help him clear his head.

It’s too late. The forest is closing around him. Fuck.

He raises his fist and slams it on the leaves. Anything? Nothing?

No give. Great. A labyrinth. Just what he wanted to do.

Toge really, really should’ve stayed in bed. Instead he’s out there, facing his demons and the whispers. “Why didn’t you save us? Everything was supposed to be okay...”

He has little else to do but walk forward, keeping his head down with his arm wrapped around himself. ]

IV. Bonfire & Feast

[By this time, Toge has been through the ringer. He feels alone and abandoned, which isn’t that weird but he’s been spoiled going to high school.

He grabs a seat without grabbing a plate and drapes his arm on the table and drops his chin upon it.

He’s just not hungry. He doesn’t know what to make of this strange forest, but one thing is for sure, he feels like he’s trapped. Unfortunate, that. He isn’t sure what he should do next. ]

((ooc: Toge understands people just fine, but he talks in a cipher due to his cursed speech. It can't be helped, but he does have his phone on him.))

II

[simplicitas]

[Compelled or not, Elsword would, in fact, rush to help at the sound of a cry like that. So maybe the compulsion hits him a little bit, who cares, he doesn't! Either way, there's a man sprinting through the clearing with his sword drawn to hack at the vines, a clean cut that will free Toge easily. For now, anyway.]

Are you alright?

Mizuki | Arknights

[mooninthewater]

I. The Fallout

[ Well this sure is a predicament, isn't it? It's probably the first time since showing up here that Mizuki rids his smile for a scowl at these flowers. Standing just outside their reach, and with the harpoon tip of his umbrella jamming part of a vine that had previously caught his leg into the ground. ]

Gluttony will get you nowhere. Asking for more, more, more- do you intend to keep taking?

[ It's not as though he expects an answer, but he's still going to continue to talk to the flowers as if they can understand him. Still, he holds up one the black, sludgey, severed tentacles up in the air like he had before. ]

I'm willing to feed you, but only as long as you don't go taking bites out of the good people around here. They don't deserve it. If you can't agree to that much, then you'll just have to share nutrients with me - not the other way around.

II. The Foreboding

[ You find a piece of paper on the wall of the inn. The handwriting on it is very neat and curly, and there's a lot of cutesy jellyfish doodled along the edges. It's adorable. The contents of the actual words? ]

If someone knows how to make antidotes, let me know, please! - Mizuki

[ ...

It's probably fine. ]

III. The Frenzy

[ It's not as though hearing voice is anything new for Mizuki. Ironically enough, he has never truly known what "silence" was anymore. A muddling of thoughts swirled around in his head. While Mizuki knows on a conscious level they weren't all his own thoughts, if you ever sat him down and asked if he could tell a difference, he would have to honestly answer "no".

Adding more to the mix is just cruel, though. Especially when it meant there are now two absolute horrors fighting for dominance in his mind. He might've even found the humor in two abominations doing the equivalence of puffing out their chest and speaking louder to sound smarter and be more heard, but... Mizuki isn't laughing. It's hard to, when he can't even tell how's supposed to be feeling right now beyond the intense pain of a headache.

Noisy, noisy, noisy... ]

a. [ So you'll find him curled up somewhere with his hands over his ears as if that's somehow supposed to block it all out, muttering various broken things to himself. Most of it incoherent, or at the very least nonsensical.

Well, except the occasional "so loud"s thrown in occasionally. ]

b. [ Or, perhaps you'll find him with his phone out, using it as a music player since it's not exactly good for anything else anymore. Just playing anything loud and distracting and upbeat (and definitely odd if one isn't so inclined to know Mizuki happens to be a gamer and a weeb) so he doesn't have to make any conscious effort to think. He'll stare blankly at the ceiling and just mouth out the words or humming along. ]

IV. The Friendly

You don't intend on going out by yourself, do you?

[ Yes, you! The person definitely also looking a little distracted! There's a lot happening, he understands, but also... ]

You shouldn't go alone, I can come with you.

V. The Feral (Wildcard)
hmu @ Discord or PM me if you wanna plot something else? Or just slap me with a reply tbh.

III b

[succiduous]

[What the fuck is that goddamn cacophony outside his room he's going to commit homici—

Oh. Mizuki. Slumped over, half-dead in the hallway. Or, rather, he looks half-dead, but a quick visual assessment says he's simply dealing with something. Gnosis supposes the noise would be overwhelming for anybody, and Gnosis Edelweiss has no regrets at all, absolutely none, so it's not like he can relate to this haHa he's Fine.]

Headphones?

[why are you being a bitch gnosis]

Jade Leech | Twisted Wonderland | TDM

[myceelium]

wake up.

a. [ Why does he feel like he's home, when he full well knows he doesn't belong on land? Quite the predicament, indeed. Still, as he stows away the Polaroid, Jade steps out of his newly picked room and back out into the lobby of the inn. He doesn't look too perturbed at face value, but he's definitely confused about being here. ]

b. [ Not one for staying inside when there's a whole manner of curiosities to discover, Jade makes his way along the riverbank. Naturally, his first instinct is to study the various mushrooms that are growing along it! He's not picking any yet, just to be on the safe side. ]

it's alright.

...Ah.

[ Well... He's in quite the dilly of a pickle, isn't he? He steps into the forest, only to find himself in quite the maze of nightmares. He definitely prefers Heartslabyul's mazes to this.

Jade is powering through the cacophony of voices ringing in his mind, doing his best to remain as calm as he can. It almost seems like too much until he comes across another person in the maze, and he breathes a sigh of relief through his nose. The voices have finally died down. For now. ]

Hello. I was beginning to think I wouldn't find anyone else here. Are you alright?

[ The answer is probably 'no', but it doesn't hurt to ask. ]

i'll take care of you.

[ Where there is food, there is Jade, happily piling on quite the large amount for a tall beanpole of an eel. Don't be fooled- he can eat more than you think. Perhaps you're moving about the food table when he catches your eye with a smile. ]

Quite the spread, isn't it? I'm tempted to sample it all.

wildcard.

[ Have any particular plot or interaction idea you want to throw at me? Go for it! You can find me at sillygourd on plurk! ]

it's alright～

[jamiel]

[No, is Jamil’s first thought. I am absolutely not okay. But it’s probably better not to say this. Better not to admit how unraveled this place has him.

The haunted voices in the manor were loud, leering, but the forest is downright cacophonous. After a while all the voices started blending together, and now it’s all more headache-inducing than guilting. Sure, Jamil has hurt and failed most of the people in his life one way or another. Doesn’t matter much if all he can hear is a shrill, insistent ringing. And it’s not as if he’d simply forgotten even before all of this.

There is Jade’s voice now, though. Clearer than all the rest. And if he’s some phantom conjured by this place too, then... well, Jamil will just have to deal with that, won’t he? But something tells him that Jade is different.]

Are you all right? Are you hurt?

[Not that Jamil really cares, but if Jade is injured or otherwise distressed, that’ll make getting out of here more difficult. And he has many, many questions. Most of which he doesn’t expect Jade to be able to answer, but maybe together they can start to put some of the pieces together.]

Elsword (Genesis Route) | Elsword | Oldbie

[simplicitas]

I. It's Alright
[Elsword knows everything in the Grove is his fault this month. He's the one who broke into the Manor (granted, Felicity helped, but she never went inside). He's the reason that fence is up. He's the reason Rusty is so damn depressed. So when that burst of magic slams the Grove like a meteor, Elsword thinks to himself, Maybe I deserve this, emotionally self-flagellating as he can be when things get tilted. No one else deserves this, but if the consequences were just on his back, he'd be fine with it.

He keeps his head down as he leaves his house, pretty and recently-built among all the rubble and carnivorous plants, a stark contrast against the fog on the horizon and the bone-filled river it sits by. Today, Elsword makes his way to it, wanting to sort out the fact that he's actually feeling emotions alone. Naturally... that means wandering into the woods, and all he can do as the forest locks him in is sigh.

He thinks... he might be tired of this place.]

A. The "You Find Elsword" Option

[You stumble upon Elsword — whose expression can be described as "normally vacant" — looking distracted and vaguely upset, if you squint long enough. The forest can spark memories where there ordinarily aren't any, it seems. It reminds him of everyone he failed to save, weighing on his consciousness. The world is on Elsword's shoulders, and he fails and fails and fails.

If he had only managed to save Yuno years ago. If only he could have stopped Ain from becoming what he did. If only he could have saved Audrey by breaking into the Manor a couple days sooner than he did. If only he didn't tell Add "goodnight" that night he disappeared, if only he didn't leave the inn room to let Add suffer with that fever, why did he ever let Add out of his sight? If only, if only, if only.

"You'll always fail to save people," the forest says to him, and Elsword responds aloud, certainly loud enough for you to hear:]

I know, so can you just shut up?

B. The "Elsword Finds You" Option

[...or, instead of Elsword talking to the voice in his ear and you hearing him, he'll hear you first, whether you're talking to yourself or simply trying to get out of the maze in one sane piece. When he's quiet and there's room to think, he can hear the foliage rustling and the sound of footsteps, and he'll make his way to you as best he can. Whether or not a part of the maze cuts him off as he gets there? To be determined.]

Hey! Hey, we should team up so we can get out of here!

II. I'll Take Care of You
A.

[The bonfire is nice. Probably the nicest thing they've had in a while, all things considered. Elsword is not necessarily an awkward person — he's extroverted, and he'll try to make conversation — but if you're new here, you might notice that he's staring at you a little uncomfortably. He doesn't mean to; he has severe magical amnesia and is trying to commit your face to memory, that's all. He'll say sorry if you tell him to knock it off.

That, or he'll come up and say hi and offer you food he's picked up from the very clearly marked Free Food Table. He's just trying to make friends.

If you're not new here? Well, he's bringing you food anyway. Are you already eating something? Have more of it! There's food! Food is meant to be shared with friends. :)]

B.

[As the party winds down, Elsword sneaks off by himself to the edge of the grove. He's still watching the party take place, concerned about there being a potential attack or a carnivorous plant taking a bite out of someone, but he's sitting by himself for now on a fallen log. From his pocket he pulls out a roll of gauze and, after checking over his right arm, begins to bandage it up.

Hm.]

III. Wildcard

[hello... please feel free to hit me up or poke wolfchan for to plot, ty]

this ain't build a bitch but it IS find a fel

[amethystic]

( she hates this forest. she hates it so much, how it toys with and taunts her- she hates hearing grandfather's voice and seeing the blood on her hands again, like she's thirteen and just stumbled out of his room with the axe again.


she hates the creeping voices wriggling their way through her thoughts, asking if she's really accepted what she is and what she's done.

who is the real you? the one who did something horrible, or the one who regrets it?




regardless, if the woods had it's way, no, one would not be allowed to forgive the other. so she wanders, ducking and hiding when she thinks she hears something approach- up until elsword's voice cuts through everything.

felicity stares for a moment as he runs over, and as soon as he's close she simply...





flops against him. when she speaks, her voice is muffled. )

Okay.

BB ⧸ Fate GO

[devilishkouhai]

▰ ▰⎇ ００１. WAKE UP A
Ah, how cute.

[ So says the highly functional Ai, from upon the bed. ]

It isn't every day, BB-chan is caught by surprise.

[ Slowly, ebbs in a tentacle curling along her frame. Escaping from the shadows it crept out of, and drawing in her body. It lifts her, delicately while her arms folded across her rather ridiculously large chest (honestly). BB seems to look as if she is lost deep thought, deep consideration of her circumstances, so far lost in these thoughts that the tentacles maneuvering around her. Are all of what seems to have conscious of the world before her.

Eyes possess a profound, vibrant, and volatile shade of dark red. Eyebrows sternly, furrowing downward as if she was looking down upon an insignificant bug. From her belongings, a photograph slithers out, each movement demonstrated seemingly in her apparent control. Diamondback tentacles continue to encircle the room, adhering to walls, fixtures, every surface. They suction themselves, exploring and tasting, as if driven by an unseen force. ]

Ne, ne - Why is there so many BB-chans in this photo?

[ She crushes it - burns it even in her hands. Watching as the remains of the photograph, churn into a black ooze and drip onto the lowered limbs.

That is suddenly when - the door opens, and with such impermanence... As if the imagery here had never existed in the first place, and time itself resumed as it was meant to. BB-chan can be found throwing herself wildly into whoever's arms opened the door, with a brilliant scream! ]

KYAA!! WHERE AM I!!!!!

[ You almost entered her reality marble! SCARY!!!! ]

▰ ▰ ⎇ ００１. WAKE UP B
Well, I think introductions are in order!! Hello, its nice to meet all of you.

[ She is tame, for now. Play the part of a good girl, you can't just be yourself in front of people you dont know can you? ]

You can call me, BB - in fact cute nicknames are my favorite feel free to have fun~♡!

[ Let the chaos begin! ]

▰ ▰ ⎇ ００２. HEY

“Give in,” a sultry voice murmurs, “Let me consume you.”

[ Leaning forward, she whispers softly. ]

Oh? I think if you consumed me, you would get a tummy ache... But, BB-chan understands exactly how you feel.

[ BB is not afraid of these flowers, but if you are struggling and in need of help - she may help you. Or maybe, watch and make it worse. ]

▰ ▰ ⎇ ００３. IT'S ALRIGHT
tw: pele!bb inc, BB as pele!BB is someone most affiliated with Dark Sakura. A sinister person who in every way, will make your life miserable if she can. Torment you, or torture you. Her hatred towards humanity, comes out here the most.

[ To BB's surprise, she finds herself in an unfamiliar place - yes, yet strangely at home, as if it mirrors her essence or the twistedness of her own heart. As a servant however, even she is effected by mana, and the course of magic that leaks into the world is a feast for a being like her. Yet all the same, it would be boring if she was inherently all powerful - and although in this circumstance. As she is someone who even the concept of cosmic horrors did not effect or change - but merely allowed her to be her most truest self.

BB is... Her most truest self, without meaning to be. The agonies and despair of humans - of which she consumed long ago. Becomes a volatile force within her heart. The Labyrinth, like minded they are. Calls for her, and she is starved to bully a soul into bearing themselves to her. ]

Oh no, good.

[ She sighs deeply, as if she were the one suffering. ]

If BB-chan keeps this up, the gig will be up before I even started~✩!

[ As in, so much for trying to hide her cute devilish side! Not that she could ever, being a dumbass and all. ]

▰ ▰ ⎇ ００４. I'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU
[ BB is stuffing her face with food!! Although as a servant in a magically thriving place, BB does not have to worry about keeping herself existing. It is important to get a well balanced, and full meal! ]

OOO~!! This is so tasty...

[ She is casually dressed, and maybe bouncing around to the music as if she is trying out for some idol group. ]

▰ ▰ ⎇ ００５. other
witchcess feel free to plot with me! or just hit me with something random.

▰ ▰ ⎇ ００３. IT'S ALRIGHT

[amhran]

[ Im not rping with myself, but i wanna canonize BB being a fat bitch to Caoimhe and bullying her. Kek.

- probably told caoimhe off for being an idiot and letting people die under her watch and care. Akin to 'Had you actually be responsible in the first place, you would have realized the idea you had was bad - hundreds of innocent people would not have died. Your right you are at fault tehe!'
- just generally made caoimhe feel like ita all her fault her world is going to die.]

Felicity Morais | Original | Oldbie

[amethystic]

hey

( she should have known those flowers would get worse, with how adamantly rusty was digging them up up until he just... stopped, when grief claimed the poor dog. should have just rotted them all from the start, when the first leaf curled around her hand and drew blood.

now she can feel her own magic all around her, reflecting back like a floral carnival mirror, and she hates it. the flowers watch her. the roots and vines try and trip her, grab at her as she walks and tear at what they can with glee. but she manages. she always does.

you, however, may not be so lucky. as a pack seems to reach out and trip and grab, she snaps her fingers with a flourish and pink lightning seems to burst forth, singing the folliage and driving it away. ... for now. )

Hey, you good? It didn't get you, did it?

it's alright
potential content warnings include child abandonment, homelessness, child soldiers, abuse, torture, murder.

( for the life she's lived, felicity may come off as well-adjusted. she may come off as assured and comfortable and at peace. and for the most part, she is. but eighteen years are not enough to make up for it all when she's lived most of those years in suffering, and only two of them free. doubts linger, and regrets hold on like a vice grip no matter how much she says there's nothing she can do to change it all but move on and do better.

she hadn't meant to go into the forest. not after it fucking blinded her last time.

and now she's there, skulking soundlessly through the foliage, eyes sharp- you think she's hunted? no, never. she is the hunter. she always has been. running from her master has done nothing to dull her teeth yet. the question is, do you make the mistake of startling her? or do you at least announce your presence first? )

i'll take care of you

( felicity isn't the sort who parties, so to speak. she likes to sit down with a cozy drink and good food and simply watch the festivities- and this is no different, but the lingering weariness of the labyrinth doesn't hurt any, either. if she spots you looking uneasy, be it the recent happenings or the shadowy hosts, she speaks up softly: )

... The Shopkeeper and Trader do right by us. The food's good. It's gonna be alright.

wildcard

( none of these work? shoot your shot! available in pms or at amity_rose! )

it's alright

[amhran]

[ Chooses violence - I mean. Caoimhe seems to stumble forward, and bump into the other. Completely caught unawares, and horrified at her lack of direction within this labyrinth of a forest. ]

I-I'm so sorry - -

[ She manages to blurt out. ]

Caoimhe | DND 5e Homebrew

[amhran]

tw: emetophobia mention in 002
０００ ❝ Become as Gods ❞

[ Sometime before the magic bursts, you see Caoimhe setting up what seems to be a shrine within the inn. It is not, elaborately decorated. There seems to be furs of the many things they have eaten these past weeks upon the table. Cleaned with a skill only someone learned could afford - but not so perfect that it was her specialty. Simply something anyone of her people should be able to do, especially as a woman. There too were feathers, cleaned, decorated, and turned into beautiful offerings.

All along the shrine and to it, would be found Shimenawa. Item like ropes tied in intricately beautiful fashions. In her culture this was representative of the Serpent, a God that dwelled within the ocean and brought up lands for them to live on. There also were rocks she had brought from the river. Cleaned, polished and beautiful. She made sure to make this area cleanly, and often could be found quietly praying to it... Who she is praying to - well that would be 9S the God himself!!!!

Anyway you can find her sitting there meditative, playing music on her harp. ]

００１ ❝ HEY ❞
[ It would be dangerous if she... Let herself be gripped by these vines. If they took from her a succor and means of charming others by simply singing songs to them. It would be...

Unfortunate. ]

...

[ Caoimhe stands there, the soft fade of light streaming through the branches of the trees before her. There is a soft wind - where it comes from none could know. Though it elicits a pause from her, as if the same winds were that of the lands she came from. Caoimhe knows of their smell, knows of their weight. It is all to familiar and she is caught unawares of the hallucination that grips her.

Her lips are small, and her eyes gently wander around seeing nothing but the branches swaying from the embrace of kind winds. Her hair picks up and drifts along with it, the basket in her hand bounces against her knee as she ceases her movements. Within are flowers and all sorts of herbs she had found in her daily scavenging. It is full, so full and evident of the hard work she puts into finding what she can for everyone within the grove.

In this moment, her attention is caught by something. Looking directly into a bush of flowers in front of her.

It seems she spaces out, as the sound of something haunts her mind. She is listening intently to what it is. With such intensity, the vines take advantage of this moment and begin to unfurl over her, under her - toward her figure.

What you see, is static in comparison. There is no warm wind, no swaying of branches, just the dead silence of the afternoon day and dark vines moving all around her. ]

００２ ❝ IT'S ALRIGHT ❞

[ Caoimhe can hear the screams of orcs that haunted her from that day, the children crying out to their mothers. The elderly broken and unable to move. How the people screamed in horror and terror after having been held tightly by limbs much like tentacles. This was a scene that happened several months ago for her, and she had thought herself moved on Caoimhe had spent... 3 full days without rest, mourning what had happened, mourning the mistakes of her misjudgment.

At first she cowers in a corner tightly holding her knees to her chest. Hands over her ears, but the sounds do not stop.

She remembers.

She remembers for the first time.

Murdering someone in cold blood.

What that felt like to want to kill someone. ]


BLEU -

[ She vomits. The same way she did that day too. After running behind a tent, while people around her scattered about this way and that. When no one had come for her, to help ground her or see if she was okay. Caoimhe had fumbled to a place out of view of the bodies and blood. Throwing up all that was within, just as she back then. Now Here. Within the plants. ]

Im... Sorry...

[ She manages, to whisper between her broken sobs. To them.

The heated exchange from herself and the man who called himself Tobin echo in her mind once more.

'Who is him?' Caoimhe insisted then, to know who it was this man spoke of.
'The beast?' Tobin was a scholar once, had been a blunt and taut man,'Yes, I have prostrated myself before him.'
'And what does the beast meant to do with this world.' She needed to know, needed to understand the methodology behind this madness.
'Make it better stronger, free of the shackles that bind us.' So Tobin believed then.
'No, I want what he intends to do. Not what you believe he intends.' Caoimhe knew, that this man only understood what he was fed.
'He will bring all worlds, and all their boons and benefits, and make them one.' Strange, such a promise seemed unharmful to any ears who could not fully understand the intent. It had almost even taken the interest of the orcs, of who demanded a trial for this reason. This trial that had been enacted publicly so they could hear what this foul man had to say.
'What will that do to all the people here.' Caoimhe wanted him to clarify the truth, let the orcs see for themselves that this man did not have their best intentions in mind.
'I don't know.' Of course Tobin did not.
'So you too have been tricked then, by him?' Such an issue was present in every enemy they met.
'He does not need deceit.' Tobin had joined out of his own interest.
'And yet you were fooled all the same.'

She tenses, ]

Please, stop!

[ 'Do you not know anything? Anything of worth?!' Caoimhe had clamored back then with a ferocity that she did not know she had. This was too much even for her to keep acting as if she could remain calm with this lack of instrumentation before her.
'I know that.... Nobody, would ever wish to take Sylas's Place.' Such wickedness. Such cruelty - how ugly and devoid of humanity he was. Caoimhe did not know, did not know Sylas was enduring such sufferings.
'If there are no objections, we should cut off his head.' Cormacs disdain of his old friend, of someone who was his family. Echoes into her mind again - and just like that.

A battle.

Just like that.

Tentacles erupted from the ground, gripping so many innocent lives. They had been so close to dying that day, and Caoimhe had almost needed to stand before the Paladin. Protecting him with her whole body so as to not let the enemy slay him. Yet it was by the notch of another enemy - someone who acted the part of friend among them. Who had shot an arrow, and fell the man onto the floor. Deep into the crevices of a pit, that had been created by Tobins demonstration of great power.

When the group had began their congregation around this hole, this crater. People screaming in the background... The one named Thoryien, the acting friend. Ran to grip this Tobin, and hold him up with questions thrown at them. Cormac followed suit and stood at the edge of the creator. The Monk, Sumeragi questioning the validity of keeping this person alive.

Caoimhe at that moment, stood there. Frozen. Quiet. Shell shocked.

The screams she that hears now in her head, were muted back then. As if she were deaf and could hear nothing but the sound of her rising heart rate. There is a feeling she recalls now, that she had never felt before. It had began to buoy from stomach to her chest.

They were contemplating keeping This Man Alive. In front of her.

This Man, THIS MAN, ThiS MaN ?????????!?!?!?!?.

Not the spider who begged to them for freedom, and said to they. That she would not fight them, so long as they made a pact with her. She would give them information, let them know what she knew. Wished for her own freedom, Megdrona had even told them them. That she had pacted with the Beast out of fear long ago. Letting them know she could not go fully against him and join them as comrades in the ebbing war... This SPIDER - THE FIRST SPIDER, she has only lived knowing what fear of men was like. That they had hunted her, and hated her always since their creation by the Gods. That her joining with the Beast, had been for power to protect herself and make lands - a home for her and her kind.

OF WHICH THEY, fooled her there after. Killed her. And thought in respect of her existence, they made decisions she had lived her time, and slayed her with their own understanding of 'remorse.' Caoimhe remembers the tears of Cormac when he had fooled this spider, broke the immediate pact and sent Megdrona into a blind rage. Caoimhe remembers feeling -

Not Megdrona, they would save. But this man?

This disgusting man, who cynically laughed and in his wicked transgressions mercilessly killed hundreds of innocent people simply because they were in his way and to make a demonstration. A people whose clan they had JUST JOINED. THIS WAS THEIR PEOPLE AS MUCH AS IT WERE THE ORCS.

❝I hate all of you.❞
She drew her bow.
A notched arrow flies into the air, and hits its mark.
Tobin dies.

Cormac nodded in agreement.
Thoryien berated her.
The Paladin did not care.
The Monk, was torn.

It is all your fault, you weren't strong enough to stop any of this. You were not able to save any one of them. You could not even make them understand the wrongs of their actions. You. Have, no voice. No Power. No Strength. No purpose. ]

Please... No more...

[ Caoimhe is a stumbling mess, and when her stomach is empty she is gagging beneath the bushes. Gripping onto whatever she can hold, trying to find a sense of stability and remember the kindness in words offered to her when moments like this are too much - but nothing can be heard. Just the screams of people dying. The blame being inflicted. Godwyyn's scoffing laugh at her. The Paladin shutting her down. Thoryiens cries when they mutilated him. The realization that they were as much monsters as the Beast they faced.

There was nothing kind or beautiful about her.

The labyrinth keeps her lost, laughing all the while. ]

００３ ❝ I'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU ❞

[ She has not slept in days. She is muted, in a corner. Minding herself. She seems to stay way from the group, and looks contemplative. ]

００４ ❝ wildcard ❞
Hit me w anything or plot with me ! witchcess

At some point within the Labyrinth while she is with Toge Inumaki

[amhran]

[ Casting Sending!!!! ]
Rennuid, I am lost in a labyrinth with another... The forest is playing games again, do you know how to escape from here?

Gnosis | Arknights | Oldbie

[succiduous]

I.

[The mysteriously-appearing photo in his bedside table is troubling enough. Gnosis does not care for it; it's creepy and odd, to have a photo of himself from over twenty years ago in his hands, from before his head-feathers properly grew in. He is aware that similar photographs exist of others, based on chatter he's heard around the inn, and that only lends to the creep-factor.

He has no explanation for it. Gnosis is not a private investigator, but he'll make a solid attempt at piecing all of this together if he can, first by collecting other photographs that people may not want and will entrust to him. He thinks, if he can see similarities in the background, in structures around them, he can formulate something of a history of this place.

It's a long shot. But he approaches you anyway, because he does not shy away from the impossible. Not really.]

Excuse me. Did you also receive a strange photograph recently? Could I have a look, if you don't mind?

II.

[Gnosis Edelweiss does not harbour regrets and, more importantly, does not linger on them. He does not. The forest insists he does ("Monch, don't you remember Monch? What you did to Monch? How you betrayed her trust, how she left you?") but it seems, compared to everyone else, he has comparatively few things to linger on.

("Aren't you tired of running away? Of leaving people behind?")

Still, the yammering of the voices in his ear aren't entirely conducive to getting out of this maze. They're providing ample distraction, which aligns perfectly with the forest's goals so far — to mess with everyone here, he's ascertained — and why he thought it was a good idea to leave the Grove in the first place is beyond him. (It was the carnivorous plants and the constant search for answers. That's what it was. Scientific curiosity; damn his scientific curiosity.)

He rounds a corner in the maze and almost walks into you, so distracted is he. Whoops.]

Apologies. [...] Would you be interested in a team-up?

III. wildcard

[hello pls hit me up! or poke me @ wolfchan]

II.

[devilishkouhai]

For a an actual cross over event only yearned by the very souls of our fans!!!!

[ BB Mocks, having not looked approachable but seeing as the man overlooked the meaning watch she fed him, and pushed to speak to her. She humor'd him. ]

Ab-so-lut-LEY~✰!!!! What do you need from little ol' Me?

akki / oc

[kyokai]

i. wakes up
[ Akki opens his eyes. Blinks once— twice— and when that doesn't clear up the green-blue blur of his vision, he bolts upright, reaches up to his face to find his nose wet with blood and his glasses not askew, but rather, missing altogether.

...aha... A trembling laugh escapes his lips, more resigned than anything else, but despite being blinded and disoriented (also nauseous, and his head hurts, and he feels gross covered in a mix of old sweat and dirt), he doesn't appear altogether worried as he pushes himself to his feet, swaying and then steadying himself. Not yet. Because this is the typical experience for a respawn point where a player wakes up not knowing what's going on, and has to locate their initial inventory before setting off to gather information from the locals. He'll be fine.

This is what he says to himself as he sets off on this new... """adventure"""... a fool groping through the trees of the forest with his arms partially outstretched much like a zombie, complete with the shuffling gait and vacant stare of the unseeing, deathly pale, blood dripping from nose to chin. ]


ii. okay, ready to go back to sleep again
[ Assuming he doesn't get shot on the spot, he might begin to wish for it, because maybe he's better off starting over at the spawn point instead of wandering around lost in a forest for hours. It feels like it's been that long, although as time stretches on, he'd been doing less wandering and more hiding himself away in the midst of a dense thicket or the hollow of a tree, eyes squeezed shut tight, hands clamped over his ears, neither doing much to stop the voices that rage like a storm in his mind.

But again, nothing new. These are all things he's heard before, both to his face and from his own mouth. And he'll deal with it the same way he's always has, aka armadillo himself in a corner somewhere and hope nobody sneaks up on him because he WILL scream. ]


iii. be strong, akki, do it for rusty
[ He's going to do it! he's going to stay alive! at least long enough to make his way back to town and see that the dog is doing okay. If he's managed to survive the forest, surely he can manage a flower field... right...

Except, while the idea of spraying the flowers with his own blood to appease them like one would throw a bone to a dog to keep them occupied and away, it's an idea that backfires when 1) the crowding flowers make him sneeze, and 2) his nose had been recently(?) broken by a mechanical(??) moose(???).

The field's going to eat well tonight. ]

ii. okay, ready to go back to sleep again

[devilishkouhai]

[ Somewhere. There's a laptop. In the corner he is armadilloing in.

Aki at some point sees it. The screen lights up. A distinct message appears. ]

i c u

Nikaidou Eisuke | Tsurune

[shamen]

WAKE UP
[He wasn't sure how the hell he ended up in a forest when he was just on a bus, but given there was no wreckage in sight, he chalks this up to either a nightmare or some strange kidnapping. The familiarity of the forest irks him, the biting foliage creeps him out, but most importantly-- the picture in the drawer of an inn he's certain he's never been to has his skin crawling. He ends up pocketing it, digging through the room for any evidence of who used it, before he finally comes back out to find his answers elsewhere.

So either one finds him talking to the owner of the place and asking questions with an irritated expression, or he walks up to you instead with a slightly more pleasant expression.]

Hold on a moment. Can I have a bit of your time?


HEY
[For any passerby who just happens to be in the area, they might hear the sound of loud cursing coming from the direction of the foliage. One young man can be found struggling, an arrow in hand and stabbing at the vines as he tries to pull his leg away from it. The bite of sharp leaves cut holes into his hakama, and Eisuke is none too pleased. He looks angry, but maybe that's just from a distance.]

Let go of me! Shit--!!


IT'S ALRIGHT
[For anyone going through the labyrinth, they might find a young man crouching on the ground, digging into the dirt as he mutters to himself. It's hard to see his face when his hood is pulled up, hiding his expression. However, when one comes close, they'll see that rather than digging, it seemed more like he was trying to make a very visible 'X' in the soil, trying to mark the spot. It was bigger than necessary, deeper too, but the tension in his arm probably gives away the reason for it.

If you're coming closer, he'll look up sharply and stare at you from under the hood, at least for a moment. Immediately, he'll break out a smile and chipper tone, even as he pushes himself to his feet.]

Oh, I didn't expect to see someone else here. Hey, are you also lost?


WILDCARD
[Feel free to make up your own prompt.]

wake up

[amethystic]

( felicity blinks, because... well. this is a lot of new people and it's a little jarring, actually? or rather, immensely concerning. the forest is already hell and it's getting worse- new people don't need to be dragged into this mess too... )

Yeah, what's up?

Arthur Pendragon (Saber) | Fate / GO

[englisch]

００１ ❝ HEY ❞

[ This isn't a Grail War, nor does Saber sense any resemblance to a summoning ritual. He even attempts to rationalize singularity, if present, but felt if this was the case it would stand out distinctly. As Arthur away from the bed, the clattering of metal from his armor fill into the hallowed room. Examining what he can, he looks at the image with disbelief.

Does not even recognize the boy with blonde hair is himself, and simply thinks it is a family of people who he knows nothing of.

Saber does take note of the thick presence of mana here, and for a moment finds himself mistaken that perhaps he had ended up within the far side realm. Maybe even jested that he ended up finally within Avalon itself. It was clear, neither of his thoughts had been correct, and looking once more at the image within his 'apparent' belongings. Gave him no inkling of an answer of which he sought to confer.

When moving into the Inn, his emerald eyes would take in every detail. The sword at his side had been long dismissed, easily summonable if someone wished to admonish their own weapons against him. He remains even mannered, and curious to understand what is going on.

Upon catching sight of anyone passing by, he breathes calmly - ]

Pardon.

００２ ❝ HEY ❞

[ He had wandered into the forest, and undeterred by the eerie feeling of its presence. Saber not find himself weary of his wanderings. It wasn't until he manages to find himself quite a ways from the grove, nearly into the thick of fog. That he need draw caution to the wind. Stalks of flowers tenderly reached out for him, a bit of a hubris on his part to his response. Saber remained unfazed by their presence until he sensed them entwine around his ankles.

They had gripped him, and this stirs the instincts of a warrior in him to act fast. Quickly, he hails back his sword into his hand, and it's silver wrapped up by winds moves swiftly. He admonishes it and with a whirling wind strike, swipes across the flowers that had moved to take him.

The flowers break, and it is in that realization that he had began to see what was all around him. Immediately, Saber moves to cut back every single branch that has reached out towards him - acknowledging that this may ultimately bite him in the ass later down the road. Saber is careful not to bite off more then he can chew, of course. Looking around quickly to find an opening. When his eyes catch sight of one, he positions himself for a retreat. As opposed to having a stand off - however, when he moves towards it. Saber sees more or less a hallucination -

One moment, it looks like a beautiful young girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. Omnipotent in every way. Saber immediately grips his sword, steeling his nerves with such a menacing look. Ready to strike down who was before him - but then, a blink of his eyes. The image of her was gone, and instead he sees somebody else completely. Not sure what is going on, he stands there still with his invisible sword at the ready - as if Saber were about to strike and fight you. ]

００３ ❝ IT'S ALRIGHT ❞

[ This is similar in how alters must exist, or become a manifestation from the Grail? The Saber thinks, gripping his head and finding himself weaving in and out of thoughts that do not wholly grip him. With his high aptitude of Magic Resistance, he is able to find his footing. Saber is stirred none-the-less by the magnitude of magic that bursts out from within the center of the Grove.

This must be where the Mana pools from - and why a servant like him can exist without a master. Simply drawing from the atmosphere alone, had been sustaining him. ]

Are you... Are you unwell?

[ He poses a question, to one he finds perhaps faltering from the change of atmosphere. Uncertain still to the mystery of this place - perhaps a singularity for all he understands. ]


００４ ❝ I'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU ❞

[ Saber does not need to eat, he is sustained enough by the groves thick atmosphere of mana for now. So he will abstain from any food given at this part, further rather then part take in it. He takes the mantel Knight, as any chivalrous man does. Watching from the outer edges of where they all dined and listened in for any dangers that may come. He keeps to himself, is quiet and seemingly vexed by the conditions he is currently put in.

He notes... BB is here, and is mindful to tell anyone who listens to keep an eye on that one. That, she may mean well but her trickery is often heinous and that you should not let yourself be caught unawares by her. ]

０００ ❝ wildcard ❞
Hit me with anything, witchcess

001

[shamen]

[His mind is still reeling at the idea of being kidnapped by faeries or youkai or whatever twisted creature dragged him off without warning. Dealing with plants trying to suck his soul and creepy voices and the whole shebang of seriously what the fu-- was exhausting Nikaidou's limited patience.

So he whirls around, ready to snap back at the guy (undeserved, but he was cranky and he couldn't keep the cheerful mask on) when he sees the full armour like he just stepped into an Arthurian Legend or something.

Seriously, what the hell is wrong with this place?]

What the hell...?

[Sorry, he got distracted.]

Hanasaki Kensuke || Trickster || TDM

[thrilldriven]

I. WAKE UP
     [Eyes glazed over the polaroid. He was just a kid... Where would they have gotten this? Despite his highly publicized father, Hanasaki's face was not something you could simply find on the internet without some digging, especially as a kid. Moreover, there was a weird feeling about this photo... He didn't remember posing for it, but yet it looked familiar. Like a word on the tip of his tongue that he just can't grasp.

     The whole situation of being stuck here as well left his head... fuzzy.
                    Like things were not real.
                              Like he was too calm.

     Why was he so calm? His head leaned back against the wall outside the inn as he slide down to the dirt below. His fingers traced on the metal shield-shaped necklace of his. It was basically a smart computer, but it lacked wifi and his team was not close enough to even try walkie-talkie mode. For now, it was simply a glorified camera with an expensive holo-projected screen.

     What even was this place? He couldn't make heads or tails of things at face value. But his body felt mechanical, he couldn't quite get the fuel to investigate. If only he could have a jumpstart, maybe he could finally put to work the detective skills he worked so hard to build.]

II. It's Alright (Just a Casualty)

     [He had come in to explore, already knowing ahead of time that the path would close behind him when he did so. Still, it was surprising to see it happen. To feel as his world was in constant shift and fluid change. Hanasaki couldn't help but feel disorientated like he spun on a chair and stood up. Still, this was nothing. The feeling of being a little lost actually got him a little excited. He could feel a little anxiety creep up in his chest, but he actually liked it. He knew this would be easy.

     After wandering for a bit, things felt.... heavy. Breath hitched. Chest twisted as every bad idea, every wrong turn, came back to work linger on his back. As if it mocked him. He winced with almost physical pain. His misplaced anger on his friends, so many moments he couldn't help but ask why. Why did he do that?

     'You damn monster.' Why did he say that back then?

     He took a deep breath and kneeled, clenching his chest. He counted to ten, breathing with each number as single tears formed in his eyes. He tried so hard to hide it, but it felt like he was always going to be a crybaby.

     Just like now, he felt a presence upon him. So with one big, sharp breath, he stood up again. The droplets still in his eyes, he smiled and looked around.]

III. You're Alright (Found You)

     [It wasn't long after entering that Hanasaki found someone ahead. Maybe it was the forest, taunting them by letting them see each other vulnerable. Maybe it was from pity, probably not. He was just about to get excited about the new surroundings when he found them. Now worry slightly crept onto him as he found the other. Like something was wrong.

     With a boyish smile, and an overly friendly attitude, Hanasaki gently put a hand on their shoulder. He decided to deflect the heavy atmosphere, and pretend nothing was wrong.]

     Hey! Do you think trees feeling like they move counts as odd weather?...


IV. I'll Take Care of You

     [Eyes glanced around the displays. The bonfire particularly caught his eye. He loved how fires danced and sparked, as if threatening to get closer and closer to you. A smile crept onto his face and he sat near it, leaning in. He chuckled just a little too loud to himself as he talked to no one in particular.]

     "It's too bad we don't have smores. I feel like after being here for a bit, we could all use something sweet!"

[ WILDCARD ]
I'm Mark. If you wanna do something different, go ahead! My plurk is OCTOLORD

IV!

[simplicitas]

[Thoughtful hum...]

Yeah, that would've been nice. The Shopkeeper usually has stuff he can sell us, but he's dancing right now.

[Elsword's eyes are glued to the shadowy figures of the aforementioned Shopkeeper and Trader, twirling each other about in a dance to the music that's coming from fucking nowhere. He doesn't know how to unpack that. Just throw the whole suitcase out.]

This is the first bonfire we've ever had, though. Maybe next time...

Irene || Arknights

[cleavethetides]

Wake Up

[ The feeling of waking up somewhere new is dizzying. It feels so familiar, and yet the panic sets in immediately all the same. There's no motion, no soft buzzing of her computer, no soft murmur of other operators outside. Her first and only instinct is survival, which is why she's so quick to draw her rapier and point it at the first person she sees. Only if you look vaguely familiar to her as a Rhodes Island operator will she lower her weapon and speak a little more calmly, but says all the same: ]

You there. [ Her Iberian accent is plenty thick, and very accusatory. ] Where is this? And is this some kind of joke? [ She waves the photograph in the air. ] It feels like I was at headquarters mere seconds ago, how did I get here??

It's Alright

What do you want me to say, huh? [ She's not speaking to anyone in particular, just talking to the air, mostly. She is almost yelling, but perhaps that makes her feel better? ] That you're right? You're not. And if you think I survived going through that hellish ship to succumb to your petty whines, you've clearly never had a taste of Iberia's resilience!

Wake Up

[mooninthewater]

[ … Isn't that the girl who hangs around the Abyssal Hunters? Kal'tsit advised him against interacting with them, but… she's technically not one of them, right? So, it's… fine? It's not like he can't not say anything here, anyway. She's literally going to lose her mind if Mizuki just walks away here, so… ]

I'm still not entirely sure how we get here, but… no, it's not a joke, and… you're "home".

Natsuno Yuuki | Shiki + Come Sail Away CRAU | TDM

[neverleave]

Wake up
[When you spend a year and a half trapped in a pocket dimension run by a capricious djinn, there's only one thing you can think upon waking up at a creepy new location: Ugh, now what. Is this an unannounced excursion, or did someone break reality again?

Natsuno wastes no time checking his surroundings and soon realizes something is off. The foliage looks real, there's actual fish in the water and he doesn't know anyone here. He spends some time staring at the residents suspiciously before he approaches someone. Natsuno's expression is stoic, his voice calm and businesslike.]

What do you know about this place? Important stuff, short version first.

[Yeah, he doesn't even bother with "hello" or "excuse me."]

Hey
[He figured quickly that he shouldn't get close to the flowers, but couldn't help but look at them. It's been so long since he'd seen living nature and surely there's no harm in looking from a safe distance, right?

The dark tendrils strike without warning. They cover his eyes, snake around his ankles, forcing their way into his mouth and nose and ears, until all that's left is the feeling of a thousand crawling legs and the voice.

Let me consume you.]

Like hell, [He manages, because Natsuno Yuuki will mouth off even when it feels like death is at his feet. He can't break out of it, though, can't even move. He stands there, pulling frantically at invisible tendrils - and completely unaware of the very real vines reaching out from behind him. Vampire blood, must be delicious...]

I'll take care of you
[Natsuno stares at the flames glumly. Another prison, with new horrors and new mysteries to be discovered from scratch. More losses to mourn knowing he'll probably never see them again.

No point in skipping a meal because of bad mood, though. Natsuno waits until others have eaten and grabs what's left once he confirms people don't drop dead or start hallucinating.]

This is how it goes around here? Bad things, then a consolation prize?

I'll take care of you (SHAKES REVI EXCITEDLY—)

[mooninthewater]

[ Much like Natsuno, Mizuki is generally the last to eat, but mostly because he just eats so much so he's usually late to these sorts of gatherings so he can pull a bunch of fish from the river. He hadn't even realized there were more new people here! New faces! Definitely not someone he knows (sorry, Natsuno-).

But it's not like Mizuki is unfriendly. Far from, as he takes a seat next to the new resident and holds out a warm cup of hot chocolate out to him with his usual smile. ]

The bad things come and go as far as I'm aware! This is less of a "consolation prize" and more of just trying to find some normalcy. Miss Trader and Mister Shopkeeper are really nice and they don't like the stuff that happens around here, I think they're just trying to keep up morale…

Kaedehara Kazuha // Genshin Impact

[whitherwander]

WAKE UP (option A)
[Kazuha doesn't enter any of the buildings at first, instead carefully examining his surroundings, the slightest of frowns pinched between his eyebrows. He pays particular attention to the flowers, being by far the most striking feature of the natural landscape. It's disquieting, the way they smell faintly of blood, though at least they seem tethered in place. Whopperflowers are, objectively speaking, more significant threats--so why do these unsettle him more?

He crouches a short distance from one cluster, a wary curiosity on his face. He'll look up if approached, a slight tension to his limbs, suggesting he's ready to move if necessary--but he won't get up just yet.]

Excuse me. I don't mean to trouble you, but I seem to have stumbled into this place by accident, and I find myself unable to leave. Are you by chance in a similar predicament?

WAKE UP (option B)
[Kazuha is never one to turn down shelter, and he'll gravitate toward a room a little bit out of the way of the rest, if there is one. Perhaps at the end of a hallway; any option that might muffle some of the noise from downstairs. Kazuha has nothing against any of his newfound companions so far, but some of them seem as though they could be a bit... loud.

The photo doesn't startle him as much as it might have; he's seen a kamera before. Still, he's quite sure his family never owned one. This image of him as a small child, brandishing a bamboo practice sword, face alight with simultaneous pride and bashfulness--it cannot be real, however much his mind would like him to think he remembers it.

Apart from its existence, though, there is nothing about the photo that feels ominous; if it's meant to be some kind of veiled threat, it's veiled a little too well. He slips it into a pocket, and resolves to think no more of the issue for now. Then he opens a window, gathers the winds beneath his feet, and vaults himself out and up onto the roof.

As he thought, the higher vantage point offers him a better view of small village and its inhabitants. He sits by the edge, one leg dangled over, elbow resting on his other knee. He's not trying to eavesdrop, exactly... but it is incredible how often people fail to look up when going about their business. He might learn something this way, if his past experience is anything to go by.

Or maybe someone will simply yell at him to get down, which happens just as often.]

IT'S ALRIGHT
[His breathing is shallow, shaky. There is an outside influence at work here, he's sure of it; these are thoughts he has long since put behind him. He shouldn't be thinking them still. They shouldn't be affecting him this way. The past is no gentle anchor, but a sinking stone, and he will not allow himself to be tied to it. He cannot.

The way he clutches his right arm is entirely unconscious. It's trembling with the intensity of the memories running through his mind. It has long been his habit to keep his sword hand wrapped, a common way of avoiding stress injuries, but such methods were futile when it came to blocking a strike from a god. He can still feel the electricity shooting up and down his arms: it had felt like trying to hold a bolt of lightning in one's hand, to prevent it from meeting its destiny in the ground below.

Kazuha is no hero, of this he is more than aware. His body simply moved on its own. His actions had, in the days following, prompted everything from accolades to jeers; he wanted none of it, but the accolades were almost worse. If anything, his decisive action at that time merely incriminates his lack of it before. If he and his friend had never separated, if he had chosen to fight at his side rather than run, could he have endured the lightning's glow then too? Could the two of them have done together what neither could alone?

These thoughts are meaningless. He will never know the answer.

The gods, one's fate... these are things that might be escaped, perhaps, but never openly defied. So he had thought. And so he fled, from everything: his family's dying legacy, his friend's reckless courage, his homeland's strife. All he does is flee. And sometimes double back, too late.

His grip on his right arm tightens as he continues walking blindly forward, no longer really looking for escape, whole body shaking with grief and fury. Kazuha is very difficult to startle under normal circumstances, but he has lost all awareness of anything around himself now. Those who approach will elicit no reaction at first, until suddenly he turns on his heel, a sword materializing from nowhere into his hand.]

wake up B

[simplicitas]

[Count Elsword as "people who look up at things". One second he's underneath the awning avoiding the carnivorous flowers; the next, a set of six wings unfurls from seemingly nowhere and he's up, perching on the roof and sitting next to Kazuha.]

Hi.

[Just. Flatly. Emotionlessly. Hi, hello.]

Are you new? [Please don't tell him you've been here the whole time and he just forgot—]

Claude von Riegan ➵ Fire Emblem ➵ TDM (new!)

[pineneedle]

➵ Wake Up.

Entering the inn is strange in and of itself. Odd torches, unique plants... and while the young man considers taking a few samples to study, he decides it's safer to investigate where he's ended up instead. He's already dug through the room empty room he found--only to be met with an even more unexpected twist.

The picture burns a hole through the front of his coat from where it's tucked into his sash. He'd never seen a Polaroid before, but it still feels so... familiar. It leaves a foul taste on his tongue.

Yet his expression is pleasant when he returns to the lobby. Even though he feels he might stand out more to the residents there than he intends thanks to his fairly 'outdated' clothing. His smile doesn't reach his green eyes, but he looks easy-going enough when he greets whoever's closet with a wave of a gloved hand.

"Hey there. Mind answering a few questions?"

➵ It's Alright.

"Are you alright?" Brows raise in slight concern when he happens upon someone. The various leaves and twigs scattering across the ground being committed to memory to the best of his ability--with no walls to follow and such thick trees, it's difficult to get a complete gauge of where he's ended up.

"Want to stick together? Two minds are better than one!" He doesn't mean that really, but it's still a nice thing to say, right? He's still open to ideas.

➵ I'll Take Care of You.

Normally, the Duke didn't mind a party. While he often found himself overdoing himself on the side of blending in, it felt better to stand on the outside to watch. People are different when they feel they should be celebrating...

Which, in nothing but the light of the bonfire, he feels relatively unsure of. He'd survived a few days, but was that truly a reason to celebrate when he had no idea where he'd be going or how to get back to a very pressing war that should be the height of his attention at the moment? A Sovereign Duke going missing would likely make the rest of his deerlings a touch jumpy. Yet as he holds a glass, he doesn't sip from it. Cautiously swirling it so he doesn't look too overly avoidant of it as he admires a carnivorous plant.

And to the first that will listen; "Do they throw these kinds of parties often?"

[ ooc: Prose preferred but not required! Tag in however you're comfortable and I will gladly match. Feel free to shoot a DM if you'd like to plot something specific! ]

Wake Up

[succiduous]

Oh, another new person. Claude may think his fashion is outdated, but Gnosis doesn't think much of it; where he's from, outdated is sort of in fashion. They can both be oddly dressed — the weather is perfectly fine, and he's out here in a full winter coat like he just descended from a mountain peak.

"You must be new," he says, "how can I assist?"

Astarion | Baldur’s Gate 3 | TDM

[daystalker]

Wake Up

The door to an inn room was standing wide open, anyone able to see the pale elf sitting on the edge of the bed and the photograph held almost reverently in his hand. There’s what might be an expression of wonder in the edge of his expression that’s visible, his free hand tracing fingertips over the line of his nose.

He turns though, at the sound of whomever is there and the expression is gone. Replaced by a grin as he holds the photo up beside his face.

“I think they captured my best side, don’t you think?”

It’s Alright

(Potential for Spoilers, TW: Murder, Violence, Torture, Consent Issues potential discussion of slavery, body horror, please tell me what to avoid if asking him to share!)

Astarion had seen people returning with fresh game, and while he knew he couldn’t actually starve without a drink it didn’t stop the gnawing thirst from twisting through him.

For a man who lied like breathing he was fairly adept at forcing himself to ignore the whisper of a thousand souls and the bile of a thousand more horrors he’d survived. At least for now.

The chance to sink his teeth in to something besides fish was more alluring than the discomfort of the magic. So he’d stepped in to the woods, blade at his hip and footsteps a whisper. A Hunter in the cool gloom of the labyrinth of leaves. If someone didn’t know better they might feel like he’s hunting them…

Take Care Of You

A bonfire, a feast, it’s all so very familiar. If he closes his eyes, Astarion can pretend it’s camp after some victory or another. Tieflings or Harpers, the others of their ragtag group of weirdos. He’d never admit to missing them, no but… it had gotten familiar.

Astarion hangs back a bit, comfortable on the edge of the little party with a cup in hand. Observing the lot of them with a keen interest.

He’ll smile if he catches anyone’s eye, tilting his head in invitation. “Come here often, darling?” It’s a joke, of course, none of them seem to be from here.

Wildcard?

Wake Up

[amhran]

[ OOC: kicks the door opEn - i know nothing about him but feel free to spoil me i will eat it all up and its ok!! ]

Caoimhe is light on her feet, with an expertise in stealth making her quite the silent approach. She passes by with unguided intentions, her hands are clasped around sheets from her bed within the innroom. She hoists them to her side and begins to walk down the hall minding her attention before her at none in particular. The wood elf means to take them outside for a wash. Prestidigitation, could remove the grime and muk from any sheet, but it would not fully clean its worth. Nor offer the sweet gentleness of a flowery scent with it.

She walks past at first, but out of her peripheral the target of white hair, pale skin, and pointed ears causes her to almost trip forward. There is a strange sound, like a scuffle of sorts before she comes back suddenly. Steps quickened one after the other, as the bare of her feet clattered on the wood floor. Caoimhe's whole figure pops out of the door frame, and immediately her exasperated face changes into that of embarrassment. Once again thinking she saw a ghost of her past, "AH..."

Eyes veer away, their blue colors fluttering down the hall and then back to the new person again, "Oh.. Yes... I think so...? Um.... Are you new?"

Voice is quiet and uncertain, but she clutches hold of the blankets in her hand and tries to make normal conversation. However, she seems to waft over his image and jump right into the circumstances they were in, "Are you - - Are you - I-I hope the photo does not frighten you...?"

Lancelot du Lac | Fandom Fate OC

[alligatus]

[ idk im bored ]

𝖎. WAKE UP

The moment he wakes up, dawn in his ebony-clad armor. The Knight rises without so much as skipping a beat. He gets up, moves along the bed with metals crackling together and immediately stands to. The image of the inn goes uncared for, unsolicited it is an item that the Knight could honestly care less for it. The air of familiarity, puts him off but it does not stoke the flames of concern away from him, and his desire to ground himself immediately less he grows mad with madness becomes urgent.

He steps and each step he takes is a march of diligence through the halls of the inn. Heavy, present, and authoritative in a manner of speaking. Almost as if he were a Knight within a castle, ready to make his way to his King. Except there is no King here, there is no Master, and he is mildly aware of his form having little to no connection to anything but himself. An eerie sort of feeling for one who is a Servant, and regards himself no less a familiar and weapons tool to his master.

Perhaps you see him marching, and leave him be perhaps not - you may stop him at that point or attempt to. He is helmed and no face is present within at this time, but he stands tall at six feet and 5 inches.

If you do not stop him and somehow come across his march, he will suddenly start opening every door in the inn room and looking within it. If the door is locked, he will knock on it. If it isn't he just opens it and walks in briefly to look who is inside.

No words, only ~ AGONY ~.

𝖎𝖎𝖎. HEY

Lancelot is good at cutting the roots of flowers, but he is weary of them. His eyes catch them and he hears voices bickering in his mind about his actions and existence - he is already a foil to himself. It is easy to get the Knight of Madness upset - easy to hold his heart and corrode it, but he is with his shield in his arm and attempts every time to look away. Yet sometimes, he lingers and thinks the voices are right. Thinks the things he sees are real and at some point - he will suddenly come upon you in the dead of night, or in the sudden dread of day, with a beautiful ebony lance that glimmers in silver and blues catching whatever light hits it - and nearly struck deep inside of you.

In his realization he will always - veer back but if it is in your instinct to attack back, then so be it! Let metals clash!

If you are unmoved he will draw his weapon away, and let it disperse in flickers of magic, "Forgive me."

Is his only statement, for his heinous actions.

𝖎𝖎𝖎. IT'S ALRIGHT
[ ooc: Potential for noncon mention & sexual abuse, infidelity bc he is lancelot and he fell in love with another mans wife, agonies of a knight who has outright killed people in his madness, shit like that. ]

Lancelot does not run he marches -

Disgust embeds itself deep within the pits of his stomach. The reason for Camelots downfall, you killed great men - many a man with your hands. You broke the heart of Gawain, and cost the final battle of Camlann greatly, because you struck him down. Guinevere even when you saved her could not stand to look at your face. Your existence is heeded as if it were false and fake, you are no real person and no less great than Charlemagne - you are

The Knight thought the forest a sanctuary - not for himself but for others away from him. Knowing his feelings were coursing unwell through him, he was likely to go mad by it. It is unfortunate that it is like this for him, his saint graph adhering to the horrors within his story. To such a strict and stalwart way. If he cannot calm himself - he will no sooner fall to ruin, and let his own feelings lay havoc on whatever is around him. Not by his design, but by the way he was interpreted and written. He comes to the forest to hide away and agonizes in silence the way these whispers eat away at him.

Lancelot is full of anger and annoyance, and with the smallest of sounds, he will turn to you. If you are unfortunate enough to be stuck by his countenance, he will veer his attention this way and call for you, "Show yourself."

Anger was deeply embedded in the sound of his voice.

or -

Maybe instead you are already at a point where he is Madden, and there is a dragon there before you. Angered and full of want for destruction, tearing trees apart, ripping away at the fog - get him out. Get him out!!

𝖎𝖛. I'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU

He will just stand there, like a suit of armor on display. Staring, watching, uneasy. Quiet.

[ witchcess makes hand motions i guess. oh right u can write however u want btw ]

𝖎. WAKE UP

[succiduous]

[crying

Gnosis apparently didn't lock his door today, must have forgotten after he raided the tea in the kitchen, because one second he's got his face down in a book and the next there's just a guy in his room. He looks up... looks exasperated. Sighs.]

Can I help you?

Brook | I'm the Grim Reaper

[reaperbunny]

[ Me, sobbing, realizing I totally forgot there was 1k comments on this TDM, but I'm COMMITTED, SO— ]

I. Soup cw: body horror (Wake Up a)

[ He does, in fact, wake up. There's the briefest moments of peace when he does. There's grass under his fingers. He can feel it. The grass, but also his fingers. He can feel the mask on his face, the one that is definitely there, and the ribbon tied around his head, the same head attached to his body, and everything is fine. He's here. All of him is here.

Instead of breathing a sigh of relief or having the very normal reaction of thinking "yeah, of course I'm all here", he freaks out. You're okay, you're okay, you're okay, he tells himself, but he can still feel being having all of his muscles and nerves shredded apart and the knife cutting into him by that crazy doctor. All of him, just… enough to fit in a cooking pot. All but his eye.

…

He decided he doesn't like soup, actually. He's just going to stay curled on the ground for a minute or two in silence. Don't mind him. ]

II. Fire (Wake Up b)

[ Brook isn't a fan of the photos, actually. Thank you. He doesn't want it. Instead, he stands by the fireplace of the inn and lights it, using the photo as nothing more than kindling and watching the face of a rather apathetic child burn in front of him.

He hates this place. Maybe not as much as he hated Purgatory, but it's still got time to surpass even that, he supposes. ]

III. Brook River (It's Alright)

[ There's probably something to be said about trying to figure out where he is, or, you know, talking to someone. The end of the night is drawing closer, but he feels like… if he "woke up" here, then this place is probably… not home? A bad dream? Something else entirely? He doesn't know. He thinks, maybe, if he's going to be sentenced to eternal damnation anyway, it might be better than whatever the fuck is going on here, anyway.

He doesn't stay by the campfire for very long. As much as he appreciates the calm and innocence of it, being around so many strangers with his thoughts swirling like they are, he just wants to be alone. He wants to stay close enough by to listen to the music, though, wherever it is coming from. So, he'll find the safest route to the nearby river and sit along the bank with his feet shoved into the water. Is there anything more calming than the sound of water mixed with the distant sound of music, after all? ]

I. Soup : im at soup

[alligatus]

[ Lancelot is eating something he found, dismissing his armor finding that there was no need for him to bear it on his body. Instead, he is wearing a white tunic, and high-waisted pants that snug tightly against his waist. You know the shit howl wears from howl's moving castle. His fingers are dark, as if he touched something fowl and the color of their edges is a brilliant blue. Though they are not clawed, they still look as if ink could drip from them. It seems to creep along the rest of his fingers til his knuckles and fade away. All this info does not matter unless you look at them but his hands are bare bc he is eating a sammach. ]

Hey.

[ He starts having almost stepped on him on his way back from mulling around the area. ]

You shouldn't stay there too long, the flowers will make their way to you and eat you.

GARA UKAI. 💀 HANDEAD ANTHEM.

[shurajodo]

01. ) HEY

//////////////////////////////// TOWN // CW: HALLUCINATIONS, UNREALITY, PSYCHOSIS ////

( In the short window of time between arrival in the meadow and coming across his picture, Gara might've called himself curious, if irritated. Then came that picture of him, Gen, Yuki, and that guy.

He has shows to get to and now he's here, feeling sour and miserable and fucking angry that that's what he was greeted with.

His heart aches, doesn't feel like it'll stop.

When the tendrils of darkness crawl in over his vision, obscuring the sights around him, he almost wants to let it. It'd be easy to give in, right? Easier, better? A fucking break from something he couldn't seem to claw out of him or scream out of him no matter how hard he tried?

But then he's seeing that guy again — yo, Gara! — and he's friendly now as he was back then, but only for a moment.

He tells Gara all about himself, about how evil he is, just a biohazard, an anomaly. It's something he's embraced over the years, sure. Leaned into, played up. This, though ... Hearing it from the man he loves like a father, misses more than anything ... It hurts. )

Kakeru?

( And he's laughing and walking away and the tendrils just explode over his vision, blinding him — )

KAKERU!!

02. ) I'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU

//////////////////////////////// BONFIRE ////

( He really does have a beautiful singing voice. Guys like Gara might not seem like the performing types, or maybe its that the quality of his singing is in contrast to his singing ... Still. He needs to perform. Lives for it.

He sings a little, some surprisingly somber songs ( one // two ) given his outlandish and cyberpunky appearance. )

02. ) I'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU

[amhran]

[ Caoimhe felt herself dejected by this point, especially from her encounter with BB. Truly her inability to remain useful to others made it a presented problem that came for her even in her original realm, following her here. She tried hard to keep her wits about her, but her heart faltered always.

It was the sounds of a voice, a charitable song that broke through her dazed state. Her head lifted gently, and she scoured around for the source of this beautiful voice. Finding it, she is not shy to walk towards them but she is quiet... Listening, and settled to sit on the floor with her legs tucked in between her arms. As she leans against them watching him quietly. ]

Yuki Minano. Handead Anthem.

[laststoryteller]

IT'S ALRIGHT

[ Felling the way he does now in the labyrinth is against everything Yuki writes and preaches. Despair and heartache and regret are natural, of course, and especially so with a Handead like him.

This, though, is another beast entirely.

He's no longer the serene, peaceful, happiness advocate he'd be anywhere else. He's once again that nervous child, fretting after Gara and Gen and Kakeru and, oh, Ko and Atsuhide, and Tenchan looks so lonely all the time, and— ]

N... No, I... I can't take this anymore...

I'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU

[ He's free! Free of the miserable fever dream of a maze. And there's music and dancing and food; what else could he ask for?

Turns out his very most precious people are here, too. He's practically beaming about it for much of the night, but at some point he breaks away to get a feeler for the others hanging around. Just observing, until he's not.

At the table, he perks up with someone approaching. ]

Oh, do you need another drink? I can grab it for you. This spread is so... homey!

I'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU

[alligatus]

[ He's already got fuck all in his hands - and he need more unfortunately. ]

Yeah, give me anything no one wants to eat.

[ Although covered in armor from neck to toe, his head is without its helm and he is eating quite a bit of food. ]