TEST DRIVE MEME: JULY / AUGUST

[ryslighelpers]

TDM: JULY / AUGUST

Welcome to the Ryslig Test Drive Meme! Below are a few prompts to get you started, but you may make up any prompt you desire! Please take a look at the navigation page for rules, setting information, and links to reserves and apps. Have fun!

SCENARIO ONE

You wake up on the beach thoroughly drenched, with your mouth full of sand. The salt water is making all the cuts and scrapes on your skin sting and the sand isn't helping. The air is slightly humid, ruining any feeling of refreshment you might have gotten from your dip in the ocean.

There are lights in the distance, but the unfriendly scent of gunpowder fills the air. If you're lucky, you're alone. If not - you might find yourself staring up into a pair of monstrous eyes or down the barrel of a local's shotgun.

SCENARIO TWO

So you've just arrived, and already some of the natives are trying to get on your good side with offers of food, shelter and other luxuries in return for hoping you don't eat them. They even have some helpful pamphlets to share with you. "How To Deal With Changes", "Alternatives to Human Flesh", "What to Expect When You're Expecting (to turn into a monster)" are all on the more informative end of the scale. There's even some detailing certain monsters, and the changes they go through. Some of these seem to have been passed down from one monster to the next.

Among these however, are some... not so helpful ones. "Bunnyipyips And You", "Axe Thief Axehounds," and "So you're becoming a Fur Bearing Trout" among others. Sometimes they have marks on them from previous readers saying they're lies, or pointing out good "jokes."

Then there are the people who aren't happy to see you at all. Glares and silent, judging stares if you're lucky, torches and pitchforks attempting to drive you out of the town if you're not. You may need a friend to help you.

SCENARIO THREE

"Seek us out," the voice whispers in your head, and before you have time to question it you've found yourself in someplace entirely alien.

Maybe it's the Fog God's ghostly town of Dyster, where exultant followers dance around bonfires and sing their praises to the skies above. Maybe it's the Fourth God's arcade, with small robots wheeling about amidst the lights and colors of old pinball machines.

Only one thing is certain: you are not alone, in this sacred place.

SCENARIO FOUR

The time has come and you've found yourself becoming a monster. Is the change instant, or gradual? Are you familiar enough with monsters to know what's happening, or is it a complete shock? Feel free to pick any monster type for this prompt, but note that you may not get the same one in game.

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Eleanor Hume | Tales of Berseria

[exorciseddiscretion]

A New Path

[Eleanor... well, this wasn't particularly the first time Eleanor had woken up on a beach like this, though any time in the past was definitely far more pleasant than this. She's quick to pull herself out of the water and wring out the ruffles of her skirt. What happened? The last she knew, she was traveling with Aifread's crew and now...? Now she was somewhere different, and it was surprising and unsettling. Aifread's crew would never mess up like that. There weren't even any signs of them, anyway.

She doesn't linger long, so it's very likely that you'll see a red-haired girl in a frilly dress heading towards the lights in the distance with a purpose. Though... if she sees another person (or monster, she's traveled with enough daemons to not be too fussed), she'll call out to them:]

Hello! Would I be able to ask you a few things?

Sacrifice

[While Eleanor is absolutely certain that some sacrifice has gone down in Dyster, considering what the ghostly figures are doing now... no, she has some other plans. She's sacrificing her neutrality to join the Fog God, though if anyone asked why she'd struggle to lie to them. Her reasons for it aren't because she believes in the Fog God, or approves of what she does. No, she wants to use it as a chance to get closer, and to find weaknesses to exploit and take down the god.

But still, she's here, in Dyster, watching the celebrations of the ghostly figures with an expression of curiosity and concern.]

Is this what the Fog God truly wants from her followers...?

A New Path

[yugowhere]

“Hah?”

[ Yugo had spotted a figure in the distance and had been ready to rush up to them to ask them wherever the hell he ended up. The figure -- a woman? -- had beaten him to the punch though, surprising him for a split second.

He makes a quick recovery and heads the rest of the way over to her. Even when he's fairly scraped, scratched, and disheveled from his own beach-bound awakening, Yugo has a curious glint in his eyes. ]

"Yeah? What's up?" [ There's a pause as he minutely tilts his head to one side, adding, ] "Hey, y' got any clue on where we are?" [ Because that question was definitely burning on his mind at the moment. ]

Jonathan Sims | The Magnus Archives

[eyebehold]

Scenario 1:

[Jon’s mind refused to get with the program that he should be getting up now and checking to see what had happened to him. Because clearly something had. He was covered in sand, even his eyes to the point where he couldn’t just rub the sand away and see where he was.

He didn’t register the man above him either. Not until he was coughing up seawater.] If you could- [Three words and he was coughing. A ragged thing that made him aware of the fog around him, the damp cold clinging to his clothes and mouth. Was he in the Lonely? No, there was another person here. Another normal person, probably.] If you could tell me where I am. I would be grateful.


Scenario 2:

[It was ludicrous. Jon had decided this the moment he left the worst of the fog behind him for the city streets. He asked over and over deliberately in his mind the questions that had settled there, but still there was no answer.

Jon could not Know. Whether that ability was lost to him or whether it was merely blocked didn't matter. He couldn't do it all the same.

Neither could he compel others for answers like he had almost seriously thought to do to that man on the beach, even though nothing actually happened. He couldn’t bring himself to answer whether or not he had wanted to.

It boggled his mind. How? For what purpose did this serve? Even if it’s only temporary for reasons unknown to him, this should be a cause for celebration! But it took only that single thought to realize he didn’t have anyone with him to celebrate with. He hadn’t seen Martin anywhere and despite willing to believe almost anything at this point, it seemed unlikely that anyone else had followed him in his spontaneous trip to someplace that may or may not actually exist.

With how much his mind was twisting in on itself to make sense of what was going on and where he was, he was sure he’d see a yellow door pop up out of literal nowhere in a place a door should not be, but no such door appeared.

Jon stopped by a lady on a street corner to chance asking for directions to the nearest shelter or kitchen still open at this hour. She had something like pamphlets in her arms. Little books of information that may help or do the opposite, if he read them.

And just like that he was handed three, no four. Five? A number of the things he didn't pause to count as he abandoned the notion of social interaction immediately after she was done. He thinks he stuttered out a goodbye, maybe an apology, before making down the sidewalk again.

What on Earth?

Okay. Okay, time to find somewhere he could sit down and process this all again. He needed to rest and sit down because his leg was protesting viciously for going on this long. And before he bothered himself with reading anything that woman had handed him. Tourism or rubbish or not, he might as well know what it is he would be later throwing into a bin.]


Scenario 4:
cw: gore, body horror (?)
[Jon was scared. Everywhere he had been hurt before arriving in Vandare was now a gaping wound. All of the deep burrowing circular or oval shaped holes boring into him with no sign of healing over, even if they didn’t bleed. Where the burn on his hand had been the skin there was now cracked and dry and discolored as if infected and inflamed. The cut on his neck was now wide open and red as if it had only just stopped bleeding. Where he had been stabbed in the shoulder was in a similar state. With all of this, well, it’s not hard to imagine he’d forget to keep track of what happened to a rib. Which is to say it’s missing and the only place he knew of where it would be was his flat, and yet he’d searched up and down the whole place and came up with nothing.

He found a shop that was willing to sell him a cane, despite the state of his face, neck and hand. Jon wouldn't have blamed him if he'd been refused service, looking the way he did. Skeletal even more than usual from forgetting to keep up with consistent meals, deep dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep and stress. He knew with the cane he looked older than he already did, but it helped the limp that had only grown worse. He knew he looked unwell, diseased, but there was nothing he knew of that could stop this. No defense that he had against what he was beginning to think was a collaboration effort between the Hunt and the Flesh.

His only course of action was to find a monster, talk to them and ask his questions and hope they had answers. Hope his Asking worked at all. Lot of good avoiding interaction had been before this. The laptop he had to communicate remotely only worked so long as he believed those on the other end weren't lying or placating him for their own gain, and he didn't quite trust the monsters here. They operated on rules unknown to him despite the similarities to what he knew.

But if he was becoming a monster again? One who followed their rules for how to survive? It didn't matter anymore that he didn't trust them or what he wanted, then. Did it?]

Scenario 1

[primordialerebus]

[ Coraline’s trying to make her way to the source of the lights (hopefully a city???) when she comes across another stranger who is clearly just waking up. She approaches slowly, making a conscious effort not to stealth because… you know. Don’t wanna freak out a dude. Apparently she did a good job with that because he’s now talking to her and ]

Oh man uh… wish I could? Also like, woke up randomly though. But like, further back.

[ She says tentatively, pointing towards the direction she came from before automatically moving to push her not there sunglasses up (they’re on the top of her head now). The sopping wet face mask is in her jacket pocket because fuck that. Gross.

Anyways. ]

We might wanna get moving though? There's definitely been like, gunshots and idk how long luck's gonna hold out here…

ashley j. williams | the evil dead (and evil dead ii, and army of darkness...)

[deadbydawn]

i. dude, where's my corpse?

---

[Fact #1: Not all monsters consume flesh. In fact, some monsters feed off souls or energy.

Fact #2: Some monsters are inconsiderate and don't bother cleaning up after themselves.

Fact #3: Ashley J. Williams is shit at following directions.

Ash had somehow ended up in a derelict part of South Vandare while searching for the bus stop. At first, he had been too stubborn to ask people for directions, but the sun had set, and he wasn't exactly looking forward to trying to find his way around an unfamiliar town filled with people with shotguns and other unpleasant weapons. The dark, barely lit streets all ended up looking the same to him.

As he squints down a nearby street, he spots a slumped-over figure sitting on a bench. Ash grins, waving to them.]

Yo! Uh, mind telling a lost man where to find the local bus stop? Or, y'know, maybe an inn or something?

[No response. Ash frowns, approaching the figure. Maybe they're asleep?]

Hey! [He calls out, approaching the bench and crouching down to gently shake the person.] Are you even listening to me?

[The person's head lolls backwards to reveal a glassy, vacant stare. A dark, wet substance stains his jacket and coats Ash's hands--blood. Only after a few seconds does it finally register in Ash's brain that this man is one hundred percent dead. A feeling of dread creeps into his chest. The body is still warm, which means whoever offed this guy is still probably around.]

Oh, shit--

[A loud noise at the end of the street causes Ash to jump, still holding the corpse in his arms. He sees a silhouette illuminated by the street light and becomes all too aware of his precarious situation. A monster, or a human? Either way, this is bad for him.]

I swear, this isn't what it looks like! [Ash holds his arms up in a panic, causing the corpse to flop down onto the ground like a sack of flour. His shirt and (singular) hand are covered in blood--quite literally caught red-handed.

Great. If he survives this, it's going to take ages for this shit to get washed out of his clothes.]

ii. an incompetent demon slayer walks into a bar....

---

[It doesn't take long for Ash to figure out that the locals here are a bunch of superstitious freaks who'll believe anything that they're told about the monsters. Between the falsified pamphlets, talking to other monsters, and the wary, pitying looks given towards him, Ash figures he has the perfect set-up to distract him from the horrors of Ryslig. Sure, people gave him that whole spiel about turning into a monster, but why worry about that? According to the monsters he's spoken to, he's got a month--all the more reason to sleep around before he begins to change.

This is how Ash ends up in a bar in downtown Bavan, scoping out the local beauties. The sign out front calls it "The Thirsty Skrat", but it's clear that Ash isn't just seeking to quench his desire for alcohol. Right now, he's chatting up an attractive blonde who looks as though she'd rather be anywhere else than here.]

You know, I've killed more than a few monsters, myself. [He leans against the counter, resting his chin on his hand and smirking.] Stick with me, babe, and I'll make sure all your assets are taken care off.

[He winks. The woman gives Ash a sharp look, raising her glass to her mouth and taking a few large gulps. She smacks her lips, a pointed, ironic grin on her face.]

My husband got eaten by a monster yesterday.

[Ash pauses, scrambling to come up with a response.]

Well, at least you don't have to worry about him getting jealous.

[The woman lets out a scoff, finishing her drink and getting up from her seat. Ash watches helplessly as she leaves, then turns to face the person sitting next to him.]

Tough crowd tonight, huh?

iii. wildcard

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[I'll match format, regardless of what you reply to! Got a different idea? HMU @ wolfnoir!]

ii

[liveandletdye]

[Life in exile can do strange things to you and spending the later part of your life as the perpetual object of suspicion and contempt can make you desperate for conversation, for any kind of company.

However, desperation has its limits and Garak has been doing his level best to ignore the loud, boorish man next to him and enjoy his drink in relative peace. A goal that is rendered completely impossible when the man suddenly decides to address him directly.]

I couldn't agree more. For a moment there, I was sure she wouldn't have been able to resist your advances. You must be very disappointed.

[He straightens up a little, stiffly turning towards Ash and offering him a tight smile. His face is gaunt and his complexion is sickly and pallid. Even in the bar's low light, he gives off the appearance of someone who has one foot in the grave.]

Well, I suppose there's no accounting for taste.

[With that, he turns back to his drink.]

[puddlesoverdios]

Scenario One:

[Erina stayed very still for several minutes, trying to acertain where she was. The seawater soaked into the black crepe fabric of her widow's weeds, and her blonde hair had slipped from its chignon, and her loose locks ebbed and flowed in the small waves that made it this far up the shoreline.

What had she been doing before this? Erina knit her brows together to try and understand what had happened; hadn't she just been pressing her lips to her baby's soft little head? Why, then, was she on a beach? She'd avoided the seashore religiously since...

...Well, she wasn't going to pay that sort of negativity any mind. Jonathan surely would have chided her for such thoughts. Discreetly spitting the remaining seawater and sand from her lips, Erina stood up shakily. Her widow's weeds were sopping and left shallow trails of water and turned up sand as she walked slowly down the shore. That her clothing was heavy was obvious, and though the weight at least told her she did not dream it was also uncomfortable.

She should have been more careful, and paid better attention to her surroundings; there was the scent of gunpowder - acrid and sharp - on the air, after all. But, she wasn't, and stopped short of a man leveling his rifle at her when she finally did pay mind to her path.]

Oh! Sir, I am very sorry for my poor appearance, but I seem to have been... well, I cannot say how I arrived here, but if you could ---

[Erina found herself cut off by the tell-tale click of the rifle as he prepared to fire.]

Goodness! Right then, I... will just simply find another to help?

[The man did not move, but she did notice the distinct fear in his eyes. Well, that made two of them.]

Scenario Two:

[That was a fair amount of pamphlets they'd foisted upon her. Erina had managed to obtain a bath, and been able to clean her mourning clothes - though the crepe itself had seen significantly better days, Erina refused to wear something else. She was in mourning, and by God, she would stay in mourning until she could move to half-mourning, no matter how ugly this fabric was.]

"So You've Become a Slime" [She reads aloud, drawing her brows together in a fit of confusion.] Well, that's just madness. Let's see here... "Monster Diets: What to Eat, Where to Eat It." Disturbing. Carrying on... "How to Deal with Changes."

[With a deep sigh, she neatly arranges them in a pile and puts them to one side on the bench she (and her bustle) are taking up. She removes her black gloves and pinches her nose with one hand. All of this is beginning to give her a headache, nevermind that she isn't sure where George is. Worry is starting to eat at her, and she knows that if she doesn't stop pinching her nose, that worry is going to overtake her.]

I wish this made more sense than it does.

One

[arrivedercibaby]

[This was a typical day in his life, he was certain. Bruno was simply walking along the beach, no complete concerns until he ran into the scene of a poor woman having a gun pointed at her by a paranoid local. She looked fearful, but so did he. Bruno cleared his throat -- succeeding in now having the gun pointed at him, instead.]

Pardon me, sir, but if you could put the gun down, that would perhaps be better for everyone.

[He spoke calmly as he began to approach, the man shaking a bit as he slowly did so, raising his arms to show he was no harm.]

Now, I'm not saying your fears are unjustified, but what I am saying is that that woman for all intents and purposes seems confused and lost, and that is a stain on your conscience which you can't come back from.

[Slow. Steps. Closer.]

So, you should perhaps put the gun down...

[He takes the rifle from the man's shaking arms, tosses it aside, and with only a minor pause, nods....and then suckerpunches him in the stomach, knocking him out.]

Apologies for that...horrible welcoming committee, Miss.

Adrian Cinnabar | OC

[toaflame]

ONE

[It's not washing up on a beach that bothers Adrian. It wouldn't be the first time he's woke up in an unfamiliar place, having to mentally retrace his steps to figure out what the hell he got himself into the night before to end up where he was now.

It's the water.

Water, these days, has the capability to kill him if he's in it for too long.

He jerks away from the waves rolling in fast enough to give himself whiplash, heaving on a breath caught in his throat as he pulls himself a safe distance away. The sand is a non-issue- he's been living in a damn desert for the better part of the last decade- but what is more pressing is the fact that he's by water at all. Water isn't really something you find easily in the desert.

It's when Adrian turns to look over his shoulder at the water that he catches sight of himself. Or, rather, parts of himself that are now visibly missing. His wings are gone, and when he shucks a trembling hand through his hair, his antennae are gone too. It causes a broken, gruff laugh to escape him.]

What the hell...there's no way.

TWO

[Being suddenly approached by everyone and their mom is reminding Adrian of yet another reason why he hated the kingdom so much. Too many strangers trying to get your attention, or be "kind" when really they just have pity on you for being poor, or an orphan, or- in the case of this place- a monster.

Honestly, the people who glare at Adrian are far more familiar and welcome. At least he knows how to deal with them, glaring right back until they finally get uncomfortable and walk off.

But some don't walk off. Some- like the man who just ran into Adrian's shoulder trying to move past- are constantly on edge. So when the local starts to raise his voice, Adrian immediately grabs him by his own shoulder and pushes him back at arm's length.]

I'm pretty sure you're the one who ran into me, pal. You can call me whatever the fuck you want, I've heard it all before. I'm already a monster as far as most of you care, so why don't you just run along now before I get actually mad.

FOUR | Demon

[The day Adrian grew a brand new pair of leathery bat wings, he laughed. He laughed, because of course it was too good to be true. How could he ever think that he'd be human again and actually get to stay that way? Once cursed, always cursed. At least this time he's not growing more arms.

The hooved feet are...new, but somehow less hideous than the ones he had before so, fine. It's fine. Fire magic? He was pyrokinetic before, it's just giving him back something he actually wanted. It could be a lot worse than it is.

He decides to take the new hardware out for a spin. A night on the town. Bavan is similar and not to Perovskia in a lot of ways. Perov was always so...busy and bustling, seemingly perfect and pristine with it's hoity-toity citizens. Bavan, though...is more Adrian's speed. It feels more like home. Bavan is no Iseasha- no Badlands- but it's better than the kingdom. The forest surrounding the town reminded him of Idai, too...it's why he'd started living there, constructing his own ramshackle home in the trees. Like old times, maybe.

Tonight, he's going to pick up some things for his new home. He might not pay for all of them, though...why bother when he doesn't have the cash yet? He'll just make sure he isn't caught.]

dos

[fromfirsttolast]

[Okay, so maybe she shouldn't get involved. Like, this guy clearly has it handled, and he doesn't need her help, and she really should just walk away. But she's been turned down by the last three places she's tried to get food, and she's hungry. Like, super hungry. And also? Super, super tired of all these weirdly phobic people.

Which might explain why Adrian suddenly has a loud blonde peanut gallery chiming in over his right shoulder.]

Yeah! And what do you have against monsters, anyway? Maybe if you weren't such jerks to them there wouldn't be any problems! Have you even tried to just talk to them?? I bet you haven't! I bet you've just been really rude! Like with this guy!! I'm sure he's great! He'd probably buy me lunch if I asked him to! Right?

[Right??]

Coraline Li | Original

[primordialerebus]

I.

[ Coraline notices two things simultaneously. One, she’s can’t See. Two… a whole lot of shit if she’s being honest, to the point where she’s mildly overwhelmed for a good minute. Because it’s been so long since she’s been able to truly feel anything, and even then, she’s pretty sure it’s never been this strong. This visceral.

Unfortunately, not all of it is pleasant now that she’s had a moment to sort through what she’s feeling: pain, moistness, and what she’s pretty sure is sand in her mouth are definitely some big Ews. Sitting up, she pulls down her mask to spit out what she can as she just, takes in the sound of waves and the smell of saltwater (god she’s missing missed it). Now she just needs to… open her eyes.

Deep breath. Here we go… ]

Holy shit…

[ It comes out in a whisper. God… it’s really been so long. She powers through the initial pain, taking in her surroundings with an expression of what can only be described as wonder.

Wonder that doesn’t last very long as she finally realizes she isn’t alone. She whirls around and shifts into a crouch, automatically grasping for the shadows around her, only to slam into a metaphorical wall. What the fuck. Makes sense considering how she’s kind of Blind but… what the fuck? Wait. Stranger first. That should probably take priority. Her eyes flicker up, clearly unsettled and so unused to not noticing. ]

Wha… who…

[ Oh god Coraline. Spit it out and don’t cough. That’s like, the opposite of intimidating. ]

Who are you?

II.

[ She’s sitting on the ground a bit away from the crowd, hidden by some bushes as she sifts the plethora of pamphlets she’s gathered. At a closer glance, one can see that they’ve been vaguely sorted into 2 piles, mentally labeled “useful” and “bullshit”. She’s clearly guessing though, as one titled “Everything You Need to Know about Tanukis” heads towards the “useful” pile (not that there’s a real difference between the two).

Please help her.

Or make it worse. ]

III. Shade

[ The universe really just wanted to play The Biggest Joke on her huh. What other reason would there be for her to turn into a fucking shade. What is the point? Might as well have just yanked her over wholesale if they were going to be this fucking redundant about it. It almost hurts with how close she is to being what she should be was, not this… discount dollar store knock off that’s worse in every single way.

And she’s getting hungry.

Coraline stares longingly at the humans scuttling through the night, wondering if death (her own of course) would just… reset her hunger maybe? That’d be like, totally worth it. ]

II

[fireclock]

[Coraline may be hidden well enough, but the way the bushes rustle as she sorts her pamphlets gives her away.

So as she's pondering over the Tanuki pamphlet, she'll hear loud, heavy hoofsteps approaching her before a strikingly dressed creature with a moss green complexion comes into view. It's about seven feet tall and comically muscular, and its overlarge blue eyes are located right by its temples.]

What---There's someone in there! Lurking in the bushes!

[It plants its hooves apart, dramatically throwing its head back as it draws a sword and brandishes it at the foliage.]

Look. I don't know who you are, but if you have any valour then come out of there and face me!

Adora | She-Ra

[fromfirsttolast]

[one]

[A wave slapping her in the face is the thing that finally drags Adora back to consciousness, leaving her sputtering as she sits bolt upright, eyes squeezed shut.]

Ugh! Mermista, what--

[Wait. Mermista? And that smell, it's definitely an ocean, not the recycled air of the ship. What...

One eye opens, then the other. Where...is she? Did they crash somewhere? Did Entrapta finally kill them all?? Maybe she's having a really weird dream. That's it. Gotta be a dream.]

Ooooohkay. All right, Adora, it's fine, you got this, it's just a dream. Just a dream, you've had dreams before, it's a piece of cake!

[Except. It's....not a dream, is it? There's sand in her underwear, she can feel it as she stands, and she can smell blood and the faint, acrid smell of smoke, and there--that's a scream, isn't it? She doesn't even think before she starts running towards the sound, snatching a piece of driftwood off the ground as she comes pounding towards the sound, seeing two men with guns about to shoot someone she can't see. With a yell, she launches herself at them bodily, swinging the driftwood like it's something much more impressive.]

For the honor of Grayskull!!

[Gonna help out, or just gonna watch the crazy girl with seaweed in her hair go to work? Either option is valid.]

[two]

[Okay, look. Adora has two speeds and they're 'lump' and 'vibrate out of the space-time continuum.' She doesn't know how to be anywhere in between, and while she's been working on it, it's hard.

So maybe she can be excused for having a bit of a hair-trigger temper, especially when she sees a group of men harassing someone who clearly isn't human anymore--if they were to begin with. Regardless of the size of the monster or their ability to fend for themselves, and regardless of her currently-sword-and-superpower-less self, she's definitely not gonna let that stand.

It doesn't take much to get them to scatter. After all, she knows how to be scary, even without being a nine-foot-tall glowing warrior, and when they're making tracks she stays, expression softening as she kneels to help pick up what looks like a bag of groceries that's been ripped and scattered on the ground.]

Are you okay?

[three (lager woods)]

[Okay, so there's a voice in her head. It's fine, probably, and definitely not the first time it's happened. Which....sounds worse than it is, really. The thing is, that voice doesn't sound at all like She-Ra. In fact, she hasn't even felt the faintest touch of She-Ra since she got here, which would worry her more if...well, if she hadn't already basically just accepted she was just Adora forever again.

But see, the thing is, the voice in her head doesn't usually come with teleportation. That part is super new, and when the fog around her clears, Adora realizes she's in a forest. A very, very creepy forest, faintly reminiscent of the Whispering Woods. Only these woods are actually whispering....]

Hello? Who's there? Um--you were calling me, so....? Here I am....I guess...? Wherever here is, I guess...

[A cracking twig behind her makes her spin suddenly, unease prickling the hairs on the back of her neck.]

Come on! If you want me, I'm here, so....come out!

[Answer? Take pity? Prank her? Yolo.]

[wildcard]

[Taking Adora from the early eps of s5, but I've finished the show. Feel free to come at me with your own options! Also lmk if I should avoid spoilers!]

1

[eyebehold]

[Wow, Jon must be really out of it or too distracted to notice a second person, or that they're about to fire. His ears aren't so clogged full of sand though that he can't hear the battle cry nor the thump of someone getting body slammed.]

Oh good lord!

[Trying to speak only rewarded him with more coughing so he resolves not to do that for a minute. Not until things calm down at least. As he scrambles to his feet, unsteady and breathing through the aches and pain, he takes a step back and holds his palms up in front of him. Not above. Not in surrender. Placating and hoping that no one takes advantage of the fact he can't see right now and has no way to Know what's going on around him regardless.]

Joseph Wilson / Jericho | DC rebirth

[tellessultan]

SCENARIO ONE

[Joey doesn't scare easy. When your dad's the world's deadliest assassin and your mom is the certified badass who trained him, your perspective on what qualifies as scary gets pretty skewed.]

[That said, getting dragged through the ocean and tossed onto a beach without having the slightest idea how he got into the water in the first place should probably concern Joey way more than it actually does. After all, waking up somewhere entirely unfamiliar without any memory of how you came to be in that place is usually a very bad sign.]

[But for a guy like Joey who has some pretty serious asphyxiation-related trauma, the very real possibility that he's been kidnapped or caught up in a sudden natural disaster is far less terrifying than the throat-full of saltwater he gets when he starts awake just as the tide comes crashing over him.]

[Instinct tells him to swallow but he forces himself to cough instead, quickly rolling onto his front so he can choke and heave until the sand and sea spills out of his mouth. He doesn't make for a very dignified picture, kneeling there, doubled over on himself and thumping hard on his chest with a closed fist, eyes screwed shut against the burn of the saltwater soaking his lashes.]

[All other considerations - his dignity, getting further out of the water, wiping the grit out of his eyes so he can actually see where he is and what the hell is going on - come second to coughing until his mouth runs dry.]

[For most other people, these priorities would seem wildly out of order, but unlike most other people Joey doesn't have the luxury of a fully functional larynx, and he would really rather not flood his windpipe with seawater if he can help it.]


SCENARIO TWO

[The pamphlets are...well, they sure are something, alright. Joey finds himself reading half way through one of them, setting it down incredulously, then picking it back up a minute later and continuing to read with a pinched expression. He wants to ask if this is all some sort of elaborate joke, but none of the people flooding him with advice and well wishes and infodumps can understand a single thing he's trying to sign. Which, y'know, story of his life.]

[Still, he keeps trying on the off-chance someone out there knows ASL - he very much doubts he'll have any such luck because he's pretty sure this isn't even America - but still. He's gotta try.]

[He turns to the next person to pass by him and waves, hoping to catch their attention. He lifts his hand to spell the word, but quickly thinks better of it and decides he'll probably have more luck with the sign.]

[He lays one hand flat, palm open, then brings his pointer finger and thumb together on his opposite hand, as though holding a pen. He touches his fingers to his lips then drops them down, swiping them over his flat palm.]

[He really doesn't know how to say I need a pen any more clearly than that, so hopefully someone around here is good at charades.]


SCENARIO FOUR

[No. No no no, no. Nope. This is bullshit. Whoever thought it was a good idea to make the guy with curly blond hair a werewolf has a sick sense of humor and Joey is just not having it. If they wanted to turn him into a monster, they should have chosen literally anything else, because things currently stand he's not going to be terrifying anybody.]

[Joey stares down at his clawed hands, at the curly gold fur that trails up his arms and puffs out his shirtsleeves, and huffs a deep, deep sigh.]

[He looks like a goddamn labradoodle.]

1 ( rng says joey gets to meet dear old dad's smiling face congrats )

[ikonsuit]

( A joke, of course, since Slade and smile rarely belong in the same sentence. What Joey get instead is a familiar, hard look from the figure towering over him. Slade never needed the armor of Deathstroke to be imposing - his height, scowl, and the grim set line of his mouth does wonders for that. What's significantly less imposing is the halo hovering above his snowy hair. It looks out of place, doubly so for anyone that knows him. It could just be a trick of the light - that's what Slade had thought it was for days now, but it grows brighter with Slade's recognition.

The wings... they don't need to talk about the four folded wings pressed against his back right now. )

...

What the hell are you doing here?

( As far as greetings go, it could have been harsher. That's not for a lack of trying, more like his own surprise, and that doesn't happen often. The recovery is quick, and the glow to his halo is already dimming once the initial shock passes him by. After the events of last month's dreamscape, he has to wonder if this is really his son, or if he's been tossed into another dreamworld where all of his failures are put on display.

He'll play it safe by offering a hand to get the boy to his feet. )

Your sub-vocal transmitter, did it get damaged?

( It's been a while since they've needed to, but Slade hasn't forgotten how to sign. )

xiao xingchen | the untamed

[daozhangs]

█ scenario one

( one would assume (perhaps naively) that the first breath after death is refreshing - like breaking the surface of a sea you never quite realized you were drowning in, gasping in blessed air - but it's not. oh, there's gasping as xiao xingchen jolts upright in the sand, but it sounds as raw and ragged as it feels, one shaky hand flying up to cup at the side of his throat as if that might somehow stop the burn of it. fingertips feel sand around the edges of the glaring red mark down the side of his throat - is it a wound still, or a scar? he doesn't dare touch it directly and find out. the fact that he's alive to recognize its existence is more than enough for him right now.

with an equally raw sort of throat-whimper, his forehead presses sharply to his bent knee, and for a long couple of minutes he dedicates every ounce of effort within him to steadying his breathing and his heart rate, to collecting the contents of his mind - his death, what came before it, all that he now knows of himself and of the life he has led for years. he bundles it all up in a pouch in the back of his thoughts, tying the drawstring as tightly as he can manage.

it won't last, but it will do for now.

xingchen stands now, mildly unsteady, just in time to hear a faint rustle off to his right. his head darts in that direction, bewildered. he should have sensed another person's presence. it occurs to him now that he can't sense anything, his qi sense blocked or deadened as surely as if someone had covered his ears to block sound. but sound is all he has left now, it seems.

he realizes, in a moment of self-awareness, what a sight he must be - white robes, bloodied at the shoulder from whatever remains of a wound on his throat. white eye-bandaging the same, perhaps even a few drips of it down his cheek. drenched on top of all of that. his demeanor is startled, or at least it was when he realized that he wasn't alone... but now his shoulders visibly relax, and he offers a slight smile. ) I apologize - I think that I've gotten a bit lost. If you'd direct me to the nearest town or city, I'd be grateful.

█ scenario two

( the residents of the town in which he's arrived (they told him the name, but despite his best efforts, his mind at current is a bit like a sieve) have done very well in keeping him occupied, plying him with foods and a hot bath and various other luxuries in hopes that he doesn't - eat them, is that what they've said? it is, but that doesn't make sense. ) My friends, why would I ever try to eat you? ( the words are friendly, with a wavering note of something like perplexed humor. does he seem the people-eating type?

they foist pamphlets upon him then, and though he was more than capable of reading many a book or scroll back home (hand-inked, and thus often well-textured for reading by touch), these are smooth as silk and entirely beyond his comprehension.

but he's a bit overwhelmed by their attention, so rather than ask, he thanks them for the assistance and excuses himself for a breath of fresh air, fingertips following surfaces to guide him along the way. upon stepping outside, he hears someone nearby and holds out a hand just slightly. ) Excuse me, if you have a moment - ( and if they seem to stop for him (many don't, for a blind man), he offers a grateful smile and steps close enough to hold out the pamphlets. ) Would you mind telling me what these say? ( if they hold the answers to why the residents think that he'll eat them, it's important that he find out as soon as possible. )

2

[eyebehold]

[The only thing that, rudely, makes its way to process in his head is that this person is blind. Very rude of him, but there is immediately a question he's being asked.]

Yes. Yes of course. I was just about to read the ones I had been given, myself.

[Although he has not been through the same kind-due-to-fear treatment. He is getting tired of meeting all these different people, tired of not thinking about the things that will likely give him new nightmares should he dwell on them, and at this point, didn't have it in him to refuse.]

That one says, "How to to deal with changes" although the sort that's depicted here imply- imply changes to species. That one says "Alternatives to Humans" and...oh. Well. I do suppose they, ah, either have cannibals living openly amongst them or they believe we will eat them.

Kaito Momota | Danganronpa V3 | Does include spoilers

[makeitpossible]

Scenario one

[While coughing sand wasn't the most pleasant thing ever it sure was better than coughing blood. Kaito crawls out of the water as he gets the last bits of sand out of his mouth. Everything felt very unpleasant - the humidity and the wet clothes against his skin. The stinging cuts... where did he even get all these scratches?

The smell of gunpowder in air alerts him and he looks up and is met with a barrel right towards his face.]

Uuhh.... heeey? I'm unarmed and not dangerous? Could you please not... point that at me?

[Why is it that being kidnapped always leads to his life being threatened one way or another?]


Scenario two

[After the unfriendly run-in with locals, Kaito is surprised when some of them are so helpful...? At least he's got a place to stay for the night and a promise of food (which he could have refused but they insisted on them so it was hard to say no).

What isn't quite as useful is the pamphlets, in his personal opinion. He squints at them with a skeptical look. They were kind of disturbing, to say the least. Alternatives to Human Flesh? He liked his skin, thank you very much. He didn't even read them.]

Would be more useful if they gave us a map and some info about what we can do around here, am I right?


Scenario three

[Kaito ends up at the arcade. It looks relatively normal, aside from the small robots. But he's gotten used to those too, considering the Monokubs - well, they didn't exactly have wheels. Also Astronaut training has some robots too so there's that.]

So.... what's this place, then? Other than an arcade I mean.

two; the v3 spoilers continue

[diffidentive]

[Shuichi, on the other hand, is very focused on his pamphlets, eyes zooming back and forth across the page as he reads through "How to Deal with Changes" in silence. He's so focused, actually, that he doesn't immediately process the fact that Kaito is talking to him.]

Huh? O-oh, um... [Did...did Kaito even read any of the pamphlets? He didn't, did he. Shuichi sighs internally, though in a fond way. As dumb as his best friend sometimes is...he's glad to have him back. Even if this world they've somehow found themselves sounds kind of horrible and kind of sounds like they would have both been better off remaining dead...it's nice to see him again. To be able to talk to him.] M-Momota-kun, you really should try reading some of these... They may not make for very pleasant reading, but some of the information is undoubtedly going to be useful, if we really are going to be stuck here for a while.

[Yes, a map and a guide to things to do would be more fun, but is that information actually that useful? Shuichi thinks not.]

Yuya Sakaki | Yu-Gi-Oh! ARC V

[pendulumentertainment]

1. Washing up on the shore

[The first thing he hears upon waking is the gentle sound of water lapping at the shore. The second is a voice telling him to move, followed by something cold and metallic pressed against his face.]

[He groans, moving his hands so he can help himself up. His body aches and stings, he’s acutely aware of cuts along his arms and legs, though nothing deep it’s enough to catch the boy off guard. He lets out a few coughs, the sand tickling his throat and making him feel dry and- in all honesty a little gross. When he's able to get into a sitting position, he opens his eyes. The salt stings, and makes them water but he keeps them open so he can see whoever else was there.]

[He didn’t recognize this person. In fact, he didn’t recognize where he was either. Though that might have been due to it being well into the night.]

“Where am I, ugh…”

[He groans, his legs were stiff. He must have been out cold for a while. But at least he’s able to stand. Then a more creeping dread fills him. He doesn’t know this place. The buildings on the horizon look nothing like the buildings he’s come to know in Maiami.]

“W-where’s Yuzu?”

[he adds amidst his panic.]



2. Cold Reception

[When he enters the town he's met with glares, glares that remind him of when he was bullied for being a ‘coward's son’. It made his heart ache, Guess he wasn’t fully over that.]

“Um-”

[He starts, but people seem keen to avoid him, pretending he wasn’t speaking. It was a huge blow to his self esteem, and without even thinking, he found himself grabbing for his goggles. But there was a huge crack in the lense. Nowhere to hide, he can’t act strong.

He removes his goggles but holds them close, they’re too important to let go. And he starts searching for a less populated part of town… He just wants to get away.

He isn’t aware of the person or thing following him.]


3. Arcade Lights

“Wow!”

[It’s odd, Yuya knows he’s never once been here. But the lights from the arcade that vary in color, that are shaped like stars and other objects. Well, it’s the most at home he’s felt so far. It makes him think about his dad, his family and his monsters, Hip Hippo, Whip Snake, Odd eyes…

Odd eyes, His ace, Zarc’s ace… He suddenly has mixed feelings, but he doesn’t move, he just looks incredibly guilty. He doesn’t even know the significance of this place, now he just wants to leave… And on his search he accidentally bumps into someone.]

“Oh sorry, didn’t see you there.”

[That was all he was going to say, until he realized this person might know the way around.]

“You wouldn’t happen to know how to get out of this place, would you?”

2

[eyebehold]

[It was a curiosity, seeing a kid be as new here as he was with how he stood out like a sore thumb. It was curiosity that drove him to follow Yuya, not that he Knew anything about him. He was getting glares though when he walked by where Jon had sat himself down, out of it, not knowing where he was like Jon had.

He really hadn't meant to be walking behind the kid, strange green and red dyed hair, for so long but to be fair he wasn't far and he was doing his best to match the glares so they would stop. That is until they hit a less populated area and, well. Maybe now would be a good time to speak up?]

Hey.

[How long had they walked? It seemed pretty far. Far enough for complaints to come in from his legs about doing so for much longer.]

Chihiro Fujisaki | Danganronpa

[careware]

((do I need to warn for DR1 spoilers?? because here they are))

Scenario Two

[ Arrival had not been easy for Chihiro, especially since it should not have been possible in the first place. On top of that, he was drenched to the bone, full of sand, and he's pretty sure he'll be tasting sea water for a week. All the hostility did nothing for his nerves, but he feels a little more relaxed now that he and other arrivals are in a city.

For the most part, locals aren't really concerned with this small boy in a puffy skirt eating them for dinner. He's timid as a mouse as he wanders the street, trying to politely deal with as many offers of housing and pamphlets and whatever else as he can. He's clearly overwhelmed, though determined to keep going apparently. At least until he can find a moment to stand and read some of the pamphlets. ]

Huh? Bunnyipyips... Axehounds....[ he shuffles to the next one, which is quite worn and used. Passed around a lot apparently. ] ... A-alternatives to human flesh?! [ Ack! He drops the pamphlets in his surprise. Because wow why would someone give him this!! This is like a weird sci-fi zombie game but in pamphlet form which makes no sense. ]

This... this isn't funny.

Scenario Four

[ Chihiro finds himself in the Fourth God's arcade. He's not playing any games though (not yet anyway). Rather, he seems to be chasing some of the (smaller) robots around. For the most part they're not acquiescing to his requests. ]

Ah, wait! I just want to see— [ He's more energetic than when he first arrived, and more excited than timid. Shocking! ] Can you talk? What kind of AI are you using?

[ Even asking the questions without getting them to stop does not seem to be getting him any answers, but he's pretty determined to chase them around. Look, the pinball machines appear to be quite old, so he's curious about the robotech! ]

Wildcard

[ Make something up, follow your dreams ]

two

[slieght]

[Kokichi had been hanging around after hearing that new people were showing up, looking to take advantage of their lack of knowledge for some entertainment, and someone so mousey looking standing all alone, reading through those dumb pamphlets? That just screams target to him.

He creeps up behind Chihiro, quiet as a fox, and just peers over his shoulder at the pamphlets on the ground.]

What, really? I thought those things were hilarious.

Yugo | Yu-Gi-Oh! ARC V

[yugowhere]

Scenario 1

[[ Contains major spoilers for Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc V. ]]

[ Everything burns.

Yugo’s consciousness weakly flutters back into action. He groans -- or at least, he tries to -- and immediately regrets it as grit and salt sets his throat aflame. Yugo sputters and curses, draws a ragged breath, and blearily forces his eyes open.

He registers the sand beneath him, and the seawater hissing over and around him. His body burns and aches everywhere. It’s a familiar feeling after all the crap that he went through, but it still sucks. Feeling drenched, gross and in pain -- and now way too awake to stay lying down as he was -- Yugo grumbles and decisively drags himself up to sit. He brings a dirty palm up to brush a few water-drenched strands off his face, and he blinks against the sting within his eyes. There’s a rasp to his voice that he ignores as he goes, ]

The hell’s this place?

[ Yugo squints. Wherever he was, he was definitely not in Synchro City, nevermind Academia, or wherever the hell he was when he -- and Zarc. (Or as Zarc?) -- started wrecking shit. No -- he definitely cannot place whatever those lights were in the distance. The sulfury scent that hits him like a truck doesn’t help. Yugo’s mouth sets to a hard line. Goosebumps crawl along his skin as he sweeps his gaze over his surroundings, clawing for any other clues against a growing sense of danger.

Nothing gives away much, up until he spots something. It’s a figure out in the distance. There’s no telling whether that someone would actually help him or not -- or hell if they were even safe to talk to -- but sitting around definitely wasn’t going to give him answers.

Yugo pushes himself up to his feet -- everything still burns, and moving didn’t help, but he needed to get answers. He sets off towards the figure -- whether human or something drastically not human at all, it didn’t matter -- and waves a hand towards them. ]

Heeey! You! Where the hell is this?!

---

Scenario 2 [A]

[ Things like food, clothes and shelter were hard to come around where Yugo was from. The most he’s ever gotten with these things was when he was taking part of the Friendship Cup back in Synchro City; as long as he gave dueling his all and won ever match, he would be met with great food and a comfortable place to sleep, even if it was only for a few days.

So it is pretty surprising when Yugo tried talking to the townsfolk for directions -- for anything in the way on where the heck he is -- and is immediately bombarded with all of that and more.

Eager locals with wild looks in their eyes pour out from the woodwork to mob him. They stuff food and new clothes into his arms without hesitation, barely leaving Yugo to shout a word edgewise. They chatter about services and temporary lodgings and he better remember them and their kindness when the time came around! And pamphlets, for some reason. These people seem especially happy to shove generous amounts of those into his hands before scrambling away. Yugo’s shouts at them to ] Get back here! Hey!! [ fall on deaf ears, to his annoyance.

That’s how Yugo finds himself hobbling down one street, arms wound around a sizeable disparity of food and goods, “reading” an upside-down pamphlet clutched gingerly between his fingers that he tries to make sense of… and rams into something.

Whatever items don’t end up falling on the ground in one piece gets crushed or damaged -- mostly by Yugo and his dramatic flailing and shrieking as he goes down. There’s a beat where Yugo groans, dazed on the ground. ]

Ugh… What’n the…

---

Scenario 2 [B]

“Can’t you monsters take a hint and leave us alone?! Go away already!"

Hah?! What's that supposed to mean?!

[ Yugo's luck with the weird locals in this town was running out -- not that it was all that great in the first place. Upon wandering into this place to get some directions, a few of the locals had been generous enough to give him more snacks and clothes that he was ever used to getting... well, if doing so with terror in their eyes counted as generosity. Yugo’d take his blessings where he could get them, even if the locals’ behavior weirded him out.

Whoever didn’t go up to him to throw things at him lingered on the sidelines creepily, glaring daggers at him. They were definitely not going to help him any time soon, and Yugo knew better than to go to them for anything. Then there was this guy.

If this jerk was anything to go by, many people were more than happy to shoot down all of his questions about things. The worst of them, like this person, even got physical if he just so happened to be near them at any point. Said asshole gave Yugo a rough shove at the boy's chest, sending him toppling backward, before taking off like their life depended on it. By the time Yugo was able to sit back up, ready to fight the bastard, they were out of sight. ]

Hey! What the hell!!

[ Yugo looks this close to tearing himself off the ground and hounding down the jerk. He freezes as he catches sight of the things he dropped from his fall. Most of the pamphlets and clothes he got were fine, but anything in the way of snacks and food weren't. Yugo rapidly glances between the direction that the bully went down and the ruined items around him. After a beat, he grunts and starts to gather whatever is salvageable, though there's an enraged shudder to his movements.

It looks like he could use a hand, whether in getting his stuff back together or to give that bastard hell. Or someone to vent to. Or none of the above, in case one felt the urge to make Yugo's day worse. ]

---

Wildcard

[[ Want to have your character and Yugo into a different sort of situation? Hell yeah gamer! Definitely consider PM'ing me and we can bounce ideas before diving into a new and fun twist to things!
This Yugo is from Episode 140 and has not experienced episodes after that point, though I've watched all of Arc V. ]]

Uno! Wrong Game

[eyebehold]

[That figure that Yugo is seeing is a man, covered head to toe in a layer of sand, stumbling along the beach haphazardly. As if he couldn't see, one might assume, or as if he were drunk, which he was very much not.]

Hell if I know!

[Jon thinks the voice shouting sounded young but he wasn't in any position to assume. Seeing as he actually couldn't see for the sand that still covered his eyes. The person, people, he thinks there were two, had eventually decided he was more likely to throw himself back into the ocean than hurt anyone in his state, and had dragged him upright and left.

His voice probably sounded horrible right now. His cough right afterward even worse, but that's bound to happen when you've had seawater in there for who knew how long.]

Daichi Izayoi | OC: Vampire: the Masquerade 5e

[lullabile]

[VANDARE BEACH: THE USUAL SUSPECTS]

[Another man is unceremoniously sloughed onto the shore of a beach used to carrying bodies. Like many, his clothes are tattered; his helmet and leather jacket are soaked through every thread. He is covered in sand, and his hair is rough from the sea salt clinging to it. He is unconscious at first, even the chilly ocean waters failing to rouse him from sleep for a time. Some might believe him to be dead at first, and indeed his pulse is certainly slow enough to give off the illusion of such. He is hardly breathing.

And then night comes closer, and his body finally relents and jolts awake. He is predictably sputtering up seawater and grains of sand, but his entire body is overcome with a numbing pain of pins and needles. His lungs and stomach ache terribly, and his veins burn as if filled with fire. The world is soft and dizzy around him.

Daichi Izayoi had been dead for nine months, and it is on this night that he takes his first breath, reborn.

It's a breath that he might just need some help taking.]


[VANDARE, INNER-CITY: OLD HABITS]

[There are some very important questions one must ask themselves when waking up in Ryslig. Where will you live? How will you make a living? What necessities do you need? Daichi, in his anxious scramble to make sense of things, elects to ignore these questions at present.

What he has noticed are the tables being set up along the beach and trickling further into Vandare, pamphlets and medical supplies being passed out by some charming old ladies with "Liewen Labs" equipment. After a moment of consideration, he approaches to offer some help in tending to other "arrivals" who may have wandered this far without getting any emergency help. It won't do much to help him make up his mind on some things, but it's at least something to distract him. It's close enough to his EMT work that he finds some comfort in doing so.

Did you also wash up in less than stellar condition? Or maybe you're passing through town after a hunt or a scuffle? Perhaps it's you that Daichi comes across in the street.]

Excuse me! You look unwell; did you come from the beach? Are you hurt?



[WILDCARD: Got another idea? Feel free to message me at halcyonesselion or just throw something my way! You can ask any questions here or elsewhere as well!]

Steve Harrington | Stranger Things

[smoothsailor]

SCENARIO ONE

[Right on the line between North and South Vandare, a crowd is amassing. It consists of three armed men who have a lot to say, several uninvolved bystanders who've stopped to listen to them, and a single hog-tied individual in a silly yet thematically on-point outfit for a fresh arrival, still a little damp from the ocean.]

Hey, hey, hey, no! C'mon, man-! You don't have to do this!

[At the back of his skull, Steve feels the imprint of what's definitely the barrel of some kind of firearm and that sets his mouth running a mile a minute, despite the ongoing monologue about rotten outsiders something-something teach them a lesson something-something that his captors are trying to deliver.]

I'll skip town! I'll hop on a boat right now. I mean, look at me, I'm already dressed for—

[He manages to get out a surprising amount of words before his face is smashed back into the ground by a boot. Begging didn't work on evil russians, and it's obviously not going to work on these guys, but he had to give it a shot.]

SCENARIO FOUR (LICH)

[All said and done, Steve misses Starcourt Mall. Sure, it turned out that a bunch of mad scientists were summoning monsters in the basement, but before that entire mess everyone from Hawkins High had gravitated there, all in one place again as if the last bell had never rung on his senior year.

Now, he rarely sees another soul on the clock. Ever since he began working the graveyard shift, he has to wonder if the real reason his heart stopped beating was just for the irony, though, his newest gig came with at least one bright side: he's had ample time to himself to plan out how to play this whole being undead thing off cooly.]

Hey there, welcome to Romero's Grab-and-Go. [His head is manning the register all by itself when a customer walks in, cleanly severed neck resting right on top of the counter. The grin it shoots is pretty animated for something that seriously looks like it should be suffering from rigor mortis.] The rest of me will be right with you.

[A moment later the door behind him and to the left swings open, and out comes Steve Harrington the gas station attendant's shuffling, decapitated body as promised, carting an unopened box of candy bars to restock a nearby shelf with.

It takes two steps and trips over a brochure display.]

one!!

[piglatins]

( Robin is doing a wonderful job of not panicking. She's still scooping sand out of her ears and very much Not Processing everything that is currently going on. It's working fantastically for her, at least right until she hears a horribly familiar voice calling out from a crowd nearby.

It's somehow the best and worst thing to hear, all at once.

The matching outfit probably doesn't help her cause as she comes elbowing carefully through the people gathered, and by the time Robin actually sees Steve on the floor she's already copping quite a few glares of her own. Still, she's doing a rescue mission here (perhaps poorly, but that's neither here nor there) so she laughs nervously, and gestures at the hogtied guy on the floor. )

Guys, listen, listen. ( more nervous laughter ) I hate to break up a good thing, but– that's actually my idiot. So if you don't mind I really need to just...uh...take him. If you wouldn't mind not stomping on his face. Please.

( Judging by the looks on just about everyone's faces, her efforts aren't going so well. )

Ro'liath Frostbane | Original Character

[corpsesandchrysanthemums]

→ Scenario 2

[At first, it was a bit jarring. Ro'liath woke up in an unfamiliar place, which wasn't a first for him, but this particular feeling was all too familiar.

It felt like when the Wraith King was killed, and his mind control subsequently ended.

The worst part of waking up in this unfamiliar place, was that for the first time in a long time, he felt... pain. His entire body ached as if it had been banged around in a blender; and he was breathing again.

Yet, he didn't have time to process just what had happened to him before he'd been swarmed by strangers who seemed overwhelmingly sympathetic to him. He had even given him pamphlets about monsters? Which was very, very strange.

Ro'liath found his way to a park bench, and sat himself down. He needed a moment to process just what the hell was happening, and why he was suddenly alive again.

He idly touched at the stitches in the left side of his neck, and felt that the flesh there had healed, leaving those iron stitches as a simple aesthetic to his skin. This was weird.

But it didn't seem he had time to process everything, as just as soon as he'd found a resting spot, he noticed an angry mob approaching from the corner of his eye. Well, it wasn't the first time for that either, now was it?

Better to leave quickly, Ro'liath resolved. He stood to his full, staggering height, and started making his way out of the park. Even without his enhancements, he'd be fine against a mob that big... right?

Still, maybe he could find a place he could hide... for the time being.]

→ Scenario 3

"Seek us out..."

[After waking up in a foreign land, the intrusive thought bombarded him relentlessly. Forcing visions of a weird room, one he'd never seen before, and meeting someone there.

Perhaps this vision would give him insight on why he was suddenly alive again? He had forgotten the sensation of breathing, and it felt weird, and labored. He was acutely aware of how his heart beat within his barreled chest, and how the humidity was slicking his skin with sweat.

Everything was uncomfortable, but... pleasant, in it's own way. Besides the uneasiness of whatever the hell was going on, he was happy to be alive. He hoped this wasn't a dream. What would Sisina say when he came home and they could have more children again!

The scenarios played in his head, with that ominous phrase echoing behind it, and before he knew it he was... somewhere. Ruins maybe? Or a dilapidated old chapel of some sort? He couldn't tell, but it reminded him of Hope's Vantage.

He stepped into the old building, and looked around, before cupping his hands around his mouth.]

Helloooo? Anyone home?

scene 3! (i'm running with the building being a chapel if that's ok!!)

[lullabile]

[The decrepit building isn't so empty as its walls would have it seem, for between the pews stands a tall man in a leather jacket. He's gazing up at the stained windows rendered colourless by the dust coating every inch of the chapel, attempting to read their prophecies nevertheless. His arms are crossed behind his back respectfully.

And then he jumps and turns at the sound of an unfamiliar voice. Despite his surprise, his face is still kind. And it is human.]

Oh, I didn't know someone else was here. [Daichi offers a smile in case this person should have ill intent. He had come here after following someone else's whim, but he's still wary to trust a complete stranger who would come all this way. He doesn't trust any place on this peninsula, even places he's visiting.] I don't suppose you were coaxed here too?

Harley Quinn | DCEU

[fantabulousandwich]

Scenario One

[One minute, Harley's driving off into the sunset with the (thoroughly cleaned) diamond and the car and the kid- who might be her Ward now? Is that how that works?- and the next she's facedown and there's water washing over her, cold and shocking and stinging in a hundred places. Harley yelps, gets a mouthful of sand, and pushes herself up and away by instinct. Her arms are trembling, like she's overdone it recently, and she barely manages a staggering crawl for a few feet before collapsing back on the sand.

She hurts. Even her hair hurts. And yeah, she's blacked out before, but she's never gone from Cold Stone sober to the morning after. Did she fall into the river? Did Sionis's little bits and pieces rise up out of the water to drag her down too?

Her head isn't on sand, anymore; Harley nuzzles at the surface experimentally. Shoes. A person. Blinking blearily, she follows the shoes to legs, to knees, all the way up to the face looking down at her.]

'S this Bludhaven? [It's a croak, more than a question.]

Scenario Two

[Harley's doing what she always does to cope with uncertainty. She's drinking.

Some spare change scraped together and the helpful direction of a passing local had led Harley to the nearest bar. The bartender stared blankly when she ordered a fishbowl margarita, so Harley's contenting herself with a Sidecar- which is strangely endearing, if she lets herself think about it. Downing half of it in one swallow, she looks for the first time at the brochure in her hand. Accomodations? Tourist spots? Advertisement for an anonymous support group? No. Instead the cover proclaims:

It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Fishmen

With a drawing underneath of a man staring earnestly in a mirror, and what Harley assumes is a Fish Man staring back at him.

Her abrupt bark of laughter draws a few looks.]

Scenario Four: Pooka

[Where pigtails once perched on either side of her head, lop ears now hang; the fur a pale white that blends in with her skin, trailing down her neck under the hem of her shirt. That was weird enough but almost tolerable; she's even thought about dyeing the tips a faint pink and blue, for old times sake. It was the teeth that were getting to her; the teeth, the way she was driving straight past Hermione Granger and into Beaver Lady, and they way they itch, constantly, right at the roots. That didn't even cover the weird, twitchy energy that had her wanting to run out under an open sky and- what? What? It's driving her crazy trying to figure it out. She's thirsty, but no matter how much she drinks it doesn't seem to be enough.

She probably looks genuinely insane, on the corner near the store in the middle of the night; ripping the bag open to get at what she just bought. A large, whole carrot comes out; several others roll away on the ground, but Harley doesn't care. She snaps forward, biting off the end with one good crunch, and chewing frantically. It tastes- it tastes like a carrot.

This isn't nearly as satisfying as she'd hoped it would be.]

Wildcard

[Got another idea? Hit me with it!]

One! (I love Harls, hope ya don't mind me hoppin' in~)

[mememechronic]

[So he's wandering along the beach shoreline when he sees a woman. He sees a woman, a pretty blonde, stumbling around in the nearby sand like she'd just hit the worst hangover ever. Well. This is a troubling sight he's not sure he can leave alone.

He steps a bit closer when she eventually nuzzles one of his feet. And then she slowly looks up, and she asks if this is Bludhaven. Todomatsu raises a brow slowly, then speaks, his big pointy teeth visible as he does so.]

Uhm...no, no it's not. Not at all. You okay there, miss?

Bloody Mary | The Wolf Among Us

[catoptromantic]

a cw; violence

[She's used to being brazen and, what would appear on the outside, careless. She wasn't a Mundy — they're fragile and weak...getting shot was the least of her worries. Of course, she doesn't know she's a lot more like them now than she thinks. It's easy enough to wait until the man holding her up at gunpoint is the slightest bit distracted. That's all she needs. She does briefly take note that wresting the shotgun from the man's grasp took a little more oomph than she's used to, but she'll chalk that up to exhaustion from whatever it is she went through that ended up with her washed up on a beach. Last thing she remembered before that, of course, was her little dance with the big bad mutt.

But that doesn't matter right now.

Several shots fired in the scuffle, barrel of the gun waving around in the air as Mary wrestled the weapon from him, the end result is a dead man with a beaten in and bloody skull. There's smatterings of blood on her clothes and her face as she holds the shotgun, checking it over.]

Tsk, tsk. [She shakes her head.] Not a single shot left. [Her gaze falls on the body as she lowers the gun to her side, tapping it lightly against her leg.] You were lucky, friend. Oh so lucky.

b

[See, first Mary was...let's say "okay", because — hey, she's alive, that bastard runt of a mutt didn't actually kill her — but now she's starting to notice things. Things like, her being unable to copy herself, a serious lack of stupid Mundies calling to her through their mirrors.

It's pissing her off.

And now they're shoving pamphlets at her, trying to offer her food and clothes, places to stay.

As if swatting a fly, her hand comes up to smack a pamphlet being pushed at her into the air.]

Word of advice, [her tone is absolutely calm considering the darkness casting over her features, into her eyes, the look of someone who isn't so much on the verge of losing it so much as it's already lost.] Don't do that again.

c

[She has no idea how she got here.

Standing in the middle of the arcade, posture straightened and tight, ready for...something, her eyes narrow and scan the small robots. Obviously that voice had something to do with this — "seek us out", it so creepily demanded.

No one demands anything of her. That's her job. And yet, here she is.]

Very. Clever. [She looks around, knowing it's too much to hope for the source of the voice to make itself known.] Wanna come out so we can have a little chat, then?

[She doesn't hide the tone in her voice at all, that faux sweetness that pours over her words like a thick poison, pairing rather well with her high pitched voice, yet completely at odds with everything else.

She clearly doesn't want to just talk.]

b

[deadbydawn]

[Ash is just about lost as a man can be when he notes a commotion happening further down the street. There's an attractive woman out on the streets being harassed by those eager to 'help' the newcomers. That won't do, will it? Clearly, she needs his help to stand her ground--which is exactly what Ashley J. Williams plans on doing.

He strolls up, shoving himself between the woman and the people brandishing pamphlets, a stern look on his face.]

Hey, lay off the lady, alright? Give her some space!

[The people begin to slowly shuffle away, occasionally giving him a dirty look. He lets out a tsk-ing noise, shaking his head and glancing towards the woman.]

Sorry about that. The locals can get a bit...enthusiastic at the new arrivals, y'know.

[He speaks as if he's not also a new arrival, but, hey, anything to establish himself as someone worth knowing, right? His gaze lingers a bit too long on her as a practiced, coy grin spreads across his face. Perhaps if he were more perceptive, he'd notice the venomous gaze held by the woman before him. Alas, Ash was never the sharpest tool in the shed--he was only ever a tool.]

So...what's a fine lady like you doing out and about all on her lonesome? Seems kind of dangerous with all these monsters roaming about.

Larry Lovage | Leisure Suit Larry

[lights_camera_asshole]

SCENARIO 1

[Of course he's washed up on a spooky deserted beach! It's all part of the script, you see, to the new smash-hit that Larry himself happened to get roped into starring in; MAST AWAY, a thrilling new survival-erotica about landing on a deserted island and the trials that follow. There's thrills, there's chills, there's an uncomfortable amount of scenes where he fucks the volleyball. Did we mention the mast is his penis?]

hork-- pt-CHOO! Blegh!! Are we sure fake sand is supposed to taste this much like asbestos? Not that I know what-- ugh. [He squints into the darkness of the far distance.] Hey Steve, this lighting sucks. Can we get a few more lamps on, or did we run out of funding for bulbs again?

[He swings his head around and finds himself alone, though he doesn't know how lucky he is to find that.]

...Steve? Or, like, anyone? Camera guy? Other camera guy? Fluffer? Where'd everyone go?

[He rolls over so he's on his back, staring out into the ocean.]

And more importantly, where'd the edge of the set go? [Pause] And most importantly, where'd my co-star go?!

[It takes a little scrambling around in the sand, but he finds his co-star just a meter away; a volleyball with a red footprint on the front that looks vaguely like a human face. He holds it triumphantly aloft before hugging it to his chest.]

Williams! WILLIAMS!! Thank God, I don't know how I'd finish the sexy island mud wrestling scene without you!


SCENARIO 2

[Okay, so he's starting to figure out that he's not on the set of the upcoming genius blockbuster film MAST AWAY anymore. What's obviously happened is that he blacked out while he was doing his own stunts for that drowning scene, and now he's wandered onto a horror-comedy flick being filmed elsewhere on the lot. Except both the horror and the comedy parts suck, because these pamphlets are stupid and he's not particularly scared.]

[Lovage is currently sitting around in a shifty little bar, feet up on the table like a real asshole, while he leafs through some reading material on what to expect when his limbs start to rot off in the process of Lich-ening.]

Hah! Yeah, I'd like to see the prosthetics guy do that. [He pats Williams on what's probably his head] Man, I'm really in the wrong outfit for this set. I don't think this tropical print really fits the theme...but I dunno if I can get to that spooky orange one with all the pleather and straps from here.

[A gorgeous young barmaid sets a drink on his table that he didn't order, and several parts of him spring to rapt attention.]

Ohoohooooo baby! You don't have to ply me with alcohol, y'know. I'm always ready for a good time with a looker like you!

...But, uh, the plying is welcome anyway! Give us a sec. [He brings the volleyball threateningly close to his face and shakes it a little for emphasis.] And don't you get in my way you washed up pseudo-starlet. I found this one.

[A fine try, Lovage, but the server points to the person who actually paid for his drink; a geriatric man with one bad eye, one worse eye, and a body that the aging process beat with a stick. He smiles (thereby proving that he doesn't know what a dentist is) and twiddles his fingers, looking at him as if trying to convince the lion on the other side of the bar not to jump across and eat him.]

...A-hem. Yuh-huh. Yeah. Well, I still found this one and you can eat my whole ass before you take that from me, Williams.

1

[terribibble]

[Fiddleford is by now a staple at these new arrival 'parties'. He goes around handing out bandages and business cards, directs people to the more monster-friendly city of Bavan, and in general tries to speed up the process of people finding their feet. It's the least he can do. It's disorienting, the arrival process.

For some more than others. He approaches Lovage at first at a quick clip but the closer he gets and the more he hears the slower his snake body moves across the sand. Huh. This one's taking it really hard.]

You, uh. You need a moment?

cornelius hickey — the terror

[gulled]

» 001. THE SEA, THE SEA, THE OPEN SEA

[ There's some familiarity in this place for a man like him. He's long grown used to the smell of gunpowder, but there's something sweeter here, the scent of decay, that piques his interest. He wakes up face-first and stinging on the shoreline, but alert as ever even as he's spitting the sand out of his mouth. He can hear the ebb and flow of a tide behind him and something lurches in his stomach — opportunity and a strange sense of disappointment.

But this is no sea he's ever seen before, he understands as he pulls himself to his feet and looks out at the water ahead. He'd not call himself an expert on all seas, but he knows the Arctic Ocean as well as he'd know a lover and this isn't it. Too warm, entirely too warm.

He cuts a strange figure, in nineteenth century winter gear and a lieutenant's coat too big for him, but there's no reason for him to keep his head down as he watches the tide. He's perhaps too confident for a new arrival, but he's seen enough by this point that the world, any world, ceases to surprise him. ]

People always like to say it's beautiful, [ he tells whoever might be nearby. ] I don't see it myself.

» 002. WHAT DO WE DO WITH A DRUNKEN SAILOR

[ A pub. It's years since he's been on dry land and out of the earshot of rationing, so it feels only right. He's hungry, hungrier than he remembers being last he was awake; an empty pit for a stomach, but he knows not to gorge himself too fast. Hunger is a familiar friend to him. For now he just claps his hands together and rubs them like he's trying to generate heat. ]

Right then! [ he asks, quite cheerily. ] What d'you recommend? I've not heard of half the drinks on this list.

» 003. NETWORK

< C.H. >

Why is it that some of you are so horrified by what you've become? Is it not an improvement?

3. <nightshade>

[primordialerebus]

NOT AT ALL. also the whole eating ppl thing is probs like, a big bummer for most ppl.

Sora | Kingdom Hearts

[oathkeeper]

[one]

[When he had closed is eyes Sora wasn’t expecting to be thrown into ocean water of all things only to be spit back out onto a beach somewhere. It is not the first time he’s been put through the wringer only to find himself somewhere else! Lost, confused and a little hungry! It’s not really anything new.

So, Sora groans and sits up to carefully shake the seawater from his brunette hair only to have to blink quickly at how bright it is in the sky.]

Huh? Where am I ...? Is this-?

[His very first thought is that this The Caribbean or even that strange airless place in between that he visited once before. His hand pats at his chest only to see he’s still in his normal clothing and not the usual pirate outfit he would don if he were in The Caribbean.

Click click.

Sora lifts his gaze only to suddenly find a barrel of a shotgun pointed right down his nose held by some sort of monstrous-looking person. He has thick gray skin and horns and doesn’t look pleased to see Sora whatsoever.]

Hey- Wait! Wait a minute! Don’t shoot!

[He likes his face!]

[two]

Uh. Why would I ever wanna eat human flesh?

[Sora finds himself stacked up with several brochures and books to read and he’s honestly not sure where he should even start. He certainly hopes he’s not going to be changing into a monster that craves human flesh. He’s been a monster once or two before in his life! He’s even been a vampire! But eating human flesh? Ew. Major ew.]

Are there other monsters around here that actually eat like that? Wouldn’t eating humans be really bony and gross?

[four: faerie]

[Eventually it’s time for Sora to really experience the sorts of monster changes that happen here and not the instant ones he’s used to having. In one particular moment Sora is minding his own business but the next moment he feels several sharp pains in his back. It feels like something is crawling under his skin and Sora cries out. He almost falls to his knees it hurts so much.

He quickly pulls at his shirt as searing heat and pain go up his spine and shoulder blades. He might need assistance because he’s crying out as four very dragonfly-like wings start to burst from the skin and muscles in his back. They shimmer with bright luminescent blue and would sparkle if they weren’t causing so much bleeding.]

Ahhhhghh!! It hurts-!

[And when Sora opens his eyes through the tears they seem to flicker a paler pastel blue instead of the sharp and deep ocean blue he usually has.]

four

[missingache]

[That pain. Roxas knows it. He'd gone through it himself over when his ears and tail came in. The burning, the tearing, and then the blood. So he's there for Sora. Reaching out to pat the brunettes hair with a sympathetic look on his face.]

It's not gonna hurt long, okay? Just keep breathing.

[If Sora needs to cling? Cling away.]

Klaus Hargreaves | The Umbrella Academy

[accidental_vet]

Scenario 1

Klaus wakes up with a mouthful of sand. Groaning, he spits it out, half-heartedly swiping a hand over his face to clear it of the shit covering it.

"Ooooohhhh shiiiit. What now? Five? Buddy? Where the hell are we?"

Struggling to his feet, he turns in a circle and realizes he's alone.

"Guys?"

Then he hears the unmistakable sound of a gun being cocked. He turns and sees the weapon being pointed at him... And laughs.

Scenario 3

Used to hearing strange voices in his head, Klaus is more annoyed than confused by these new ones. These are... Different, though. And he's trying to make sense of it all. The struggle is real.

He finds his way to some kind of weird hippi dance party. Now this he could understand. Grinning like a fool, he turns to the closest person, "What is this place?"

1

[scleras]

"Ah... that's not fair. He's new."

A slender vine with the leaves of a willow wraps around the gun and yanks it free of its owner's hands. Uta tosses the offending item into the ocean. He could have made his introduction by simply killing the man, but that doesn't leave the best of impressions on everyone.

A single unarmed human against even a partly transformed monster isn't a good match, and even this individual recognizes that as he's quick to retreat.

When he has, Uta holds one heavily tattooed hand out to the man.

Nathan Explosion | Metalocalypse | cw: blood.

[thats_brutal]

Scenario 1

Nathan is displeased. Everything's gone to fucking hell in a hand basket - and not in the good way - and now he's on some fucking stupid beach and there aren't even any topless chicks around.

Hard pass.

He sighs, the sound rumbling in his chest. Someone will find him eventually so he's not going to bother shouting or anything dumb like that. There is something he needs, though. A drink. And he's not going to find that here. So he starts walking.

Oh hey. There's a guy. He walks up to the guy and stares at him. "You. Douchebag. Where's the nearest bar?" The local raises his gun, eyes wide with fear. Nathan looks impassively at it before looking back at the guy. "That's not a bar. Uhhhh are you just not going to answer me? That's fucking rude." The guy does indeed not answer him. So he rolls his eyes and walks away. "Fine. I'll find it myself. Thanks for nothing, asshole."

Aaaand he's off to find someone else to ask.

Scenario 2

The food is nice. He's used to people giving him food and booze so he doesn't think anything of it. Then people start giving him papers.

"Uuuuhhh pass. No. You gotta pay for autographs. I don't... I said no, dipshit..." He growls, glaring down the poor person trying to give him a pamphlet. Some other unlucky soul approaches and tries to hand him something and he whirls around... And punches them straight in the face. They fly backwards, blood spurting from their broken nose.

Hey, where did those torches and pitchforks come from?

Scenario 2 but I'm hopping in before those pitchforks come out, if that's okay!

[lights_camera_asshole]

"Psst. Hey, buddy..."

Lovage leans over from the next table and grins up (and up, and up, such is life as a three-heads-tall cartoon) at Nathan with no small amount of smarm. "How much are you charging for autographs?" he asks, waving around a pamphlet he's holding about the perks of having arms instead of wings.

"I'm still not used to this part of the whole acting thing. Usually people have to pay me not to write on stuff." He uses his free hand to tap the pile of pamphlets laid out on the table in front of him. "I'm tellin' ya, I haven't had this much paper thrown at me since my last court appearance."

Uta | Tokyo Ghoul (returning character)

[scleras]

arrival?

[He knows this sky.

Uta sits up quickly and there's a moment of dizziness and need to reorient himself as memories clash together. He simultaneously recalls the memory of a painful hole in his midsection as well as one of root-like toes seeking to bury themselves in warm earth. Bright green eyes in dark green scleras take in the odd hue of his skin.

Why is he back here? When had he left?

Something winds itself around one of his arms and he catches sight of familiar leaves. That's right, these are his. He has vines here. They aren't as menacing looking as the extra ones he can grow in his own world, but they're useful enough in their own right. That doesn't mean he's happy to see them. In fact, he's rather displeased to be here at all. He'd just come to an understanding with someone important, and he'd like to get back to that.

He stands, making his way barefoot across the shore. If anyone should see fit to greet this already half-changed nymph, they may find themselves gripped in vines that look like weeping willow branches.]

a casual hunt.

[Eating humans is nothing out of the ordinary for a ghoul. It's what Uta has done his whole life and he's not ashamed of it. A human can decide they don't want to eat cows anymore. A ghoul can't make the same vegetarian choices.

A back alley in Bavan is actually more conspicuous than his hunting locations usually are, but part of him wants to see what the reaction is like here. Monsters are seemingly accepted by a fair number of the populace despite their eating habits, which is far different from the way ghouls are treated.

He sits on the edge of a closed dumpster, a quavering business man dangling upside-down from his vines in front of him. One has wrapped itself around his mouth to keep him mostly silent, though the occasional whimper escapes. He tilts his head, just watching his victim squirm. He has the man's wallet in his hands, and he flips through its contents, ignoring the money completely for now.]

Now who are you that you have such a nice suit, hm? A manager, or not even that?

[He tosses the wallet aside, leaning in so that he's nose to nose with the dangling man.]

Do you know how this goes? Have you seen it happen before? [He smiles to show his teeth and all of them are sharpened. That's something most ghouls didn't find necessary but his changes have made it possible here. He can't say he minds it.] Would you like me to start with something in particular?

[He reaches a hand toward one of the man's eyes. He's always had a fondness for them.]

wildcard.

[Anything else!]

Washing up on the shore

[renrefuge]

[Face scrunching up, Spinel begins to stir as the sun beams down on her, she attempts to open her eyes only to be met with the bright glaring light which just forces her eyes shut once again immediately. Reaching an arm up she uses it to shield her face and slowly sit up. The sound of gentle waves lapping at the shore finally hits, her eyes beginning to adjust and she realises she has no idea where she is. Before she can even evaluate where on earth (?) she might be, she catches a pair of bright red eyes staring at her from the water.]

“Well, well, now who might you be? Ya think you could help a gem out and point ‘er to the nearest warp pad? Kiiinnda gotta get back to-”

[Before she could finish her sentence the fish like creature lets out a loud hiss followed by a snarl]

“Hey! There’s no need to be rude, if ya didn’t know you coulda just used ya words. Sheesh some creatures.”

[Spinel tosses her eyes as she stood up, turning away from the beast and begins looking for any sign of the teleport that she assumes got her here in the first place. But this action only angered whatever was in the ocean, it made its way to the shore, gripping its web feet on the sand before it began to run right at her]

Tackles a fish creature for funsies

[pendulumentertainment]

"Watch out!"

[He yelled and then rushed in without even thinking, tackling the creatures' side to throw it off balance... But it didn't really work. It just staggered a bit and then glared daggers at him as well.

He froze, and turned his head slightly to whisper a quick]"Run." [Before taking off himself. He may be a duelist... But without his deck he was useless... He just hoped the strange pink girl was following him.]