If someone who can breathe underwater enters the lake before sundown do they still need to be saved? If they choose to stay in the water will it have any lasting consequences and is there anything of interest underwater?
You can play this out how you like; either their body will still cry for air, or the water won't agree with their body because of its strange nature, or seaweed will wrap itself around their throat, etc.
Have fun with it, but if they can breathe underwater, something along those lines will happen eventually.
Nice! I like it! Is it just the lake or does all water act the same? Are there other bodies of water around the area or is Sheliak doomed to lose his favorite napping place yet again?
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( Toji understands people; he has to in his line of work, but to feel a true connection with people is something else entirely. Something he isn't used to. Something he doesn't like. Something he never envisioned for himself.
So he's posted up near a building with a broken window and someone's guts on the ground. It might look like he did it himself; his hands are in it too.
He doesn't look the most approachable; he's swaying a bit where he sits, thoughts on loop. )
... A life for a mile. A life for a mile. ...
( He's repeating himself and unaware, eyes turned unseeing on someone's disembodied heart. )
This shit's coded the fuck up for people trying to trace it.
Who put this together.
03. )WILDCARD
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( open to wildcards for the third prompt or anything else; he'll resist the shadow terror and probably forcibly punt someone into the lake if they get too irritating. )
( His eyes are reddened over and wide in terror. With the displacement and the fear of the shadows and the strange sky, the overwhelm takes him over.
Panting, stumbling, he crashes hard against the side of a building; his legs fight to keep him upright, but they ultimately buckle. )
Hhaaah ... St-stay away, the ...
( He glances upward towards the person approaching him, and he is torn in a million directions at once: calm/coven/broken/nature. Hands in his hair at either side of his head, a ragged sort of scream works out of him. Anguished, nearly primal, it rolls into peals of laughter. )
I understand we're supposed to take care of this place. Carcosa, is it? We seem to have company outside of those linked, but I can't seem to pin one enough to talk.
If anyone else has had more luck than I have, let me know your findings.
( Rikyo isn't the type to deal with anyone with kid gloves, really, but the covenmate in front of him seems to be the first. He doesn't know how to handle this, and this becomes a welling-up of frustration. A frustration he typically doesn't feel, and certainly doesn't act out on.
He takes a deep breath.
He can't tell them it's alright, that he has them, that they're safe. )
{ garbled speech falls from his tongue heavy with dripping ink, the tips of his claws tangled with red strands. He gasps, sputtering a few more times and looks up. }
Sorrysorrysorry wanna go home sorry
{ if he had any semblance of who he was he’d guess not but at the present that was a hard question to answer. Still, for the first time in what feels like years he follows instruction as it’s given and sucks in a breath. }
[ Atsuhide's anger snaps through the air of Carcosa like a whip. He has too much to do, to accomplish back home. He can't be here, he can't be here, he needs Ko, he needs deva, he needs to avenge Yumeno.
His fist comes hard against the ground, breathing rapid and shallow.
Eyes red, when he looks up. ]
WHAT'S THE PLAN OF ATTACK?
( UN: drift )
I need company. Wandered too far. I'm making my way back to town, but I'd like to be around someone else.
I. The Arrival (cw: description of dying, allusions to being buried alive, sensory deprivation)
[It all happened so fast. One minute Rasta was fine, then the sound of a gunshot shattered the calm and she found herself on the floor, a piercing pain blossoming from her chest. It took everything she had not to steal the life energy of her friends around her whose panicked voices she couldn't hear over the shock. So this was what death was like. Her green eyes shone with a golden glow as she shifted her consciousness to the invisible magical aura around her to escape the pain but that wouldn't save her. In fact the weightless feel of her magic only made her feel more a ghost and she quickly closed her eyes and grounded herself back inside her dying body so she could cling on to her humanity for a little longer. Dying was terrifying and she wished that she was anywhere else but here.
She never expected that her wish would be granted, nor in such a haunting way. Rising from the ground as if she was buried alive so soon after dying was too much. A hint of Rastaban's true identity could be seen through the crack that formed in Rasta's persona as he didn't bother to hide his slightly deeper voice as he desperately pulled himself out of the ground as quickly as he could. His eyes glowed with a fierce golden glow as his magic resonated with his out of control emotions. He was too terrified to focus on a memory of being human so the world around him faded into a numb haze as if he was seeing it from a distance.
At least the numbing haze around his senses meant that he wouldn't feel his chest tighten with pain as he collapsed on the ground and cleared the rest of the dirt out of his lungs with a violent cough. He weakly pushed himself off the ground and shakily attempted to clear his long black hair of dirt. With so many unknowns he found himself shifting back to Rasta's comforting persona and he pulled the right sleeve of her off the shoulder sweater that had been pulled down from his mad struggle back up. The sweater complimented the large rose tattoo she had over the back of her left shoulder. His voice shifted to a softer, feminine voice.]
W-where in the goddess's name am I?
II. What's the plan of Attack
[Rasta didn't seem to be as affected by the paranoia as everyone else but that didn't mean she wanted to be alone. She was still shaken by her arrival and her eyes occasionally flickered with a golden glow despite how calm she pretended to be. The soothing connection to everyone around her was also a dangerous temptation for someone like her who could steal life energy. She chose a house that was away from everyone else but close enough that she could still feel the comforting presence of others. Out of habit, he left the door partly open so people could visit if they chose to.
Once Rasta was inside, he switched back to Rastaban with a tired sigh. Being around people was exhausting. He found a familiar change of clothes inside as well as a few other personal items, the Aesen family ring with the insignia of a rose, some medicine, and a chess set. The items were suspicious but they were the only things that were familiar in this world so he kept them. Once he changed out of Rasta's clothes and into the black long sleeved turtle neck that completely hid Rasta's tattoo, he sat on the couch and skimmed the network as he braided his hair into one long braid. It disguised Rasta's long hair more than if he just pulled it back.]
Hmm, should I use Rasta for this?
[On the other hand Rasta already had more freedom than he did and no one would know he was weak on the network.]
Network / UN: rosaceae
Did anyone else receive a strange message repeating the phrase wish us back? Any thoughts?
III. Down in the Low (cw: addiction, energy vampirism)
[Whatever force kept the fear at bay when Rastaban arrived didn't last. His fragile body that had plagued him for years felt heavier as the paranoia got worse and it became harder to ignore the life energy around him. The few plants that he had gathered to satisfy his cravings were nothing but withered husks now. It wasn't enough. He was still weak and he needed more.
Switching to Rasta didn't even occur to him as he left the safety of the house to hunt, his eyes glowing with golden light as he let his magic take over. It was easier to escape the guilt when he didn't feel human. He didn't let himself get completely lost though and he had his memory of the first and last person he would ever kill with his power ready in case he went too far.
He chose someone who was alone for his target. The best outcome would be if he could weaken his prey and leave without any one noticing what happened. People got tired all the time for various reasons, none of which needed to lead back to him. The addicting warmth of life energy told him someone was around the corner but he still pretended to be surprised that he ran into someone.]
It's dangerous to be alone in a place like this.
IV. Wildcard
[I'm always open to wildcards! Feel free to plot with me on plurk Nicholaj, Discord@Nicholaj#7374 or PM, whichever is easier for you. Or just dive and make your own prompt! Rasta will be less affected by the paranoia for the first few days due to arriving by wish.]
No arguments there. If a simple wish was all it took then none of us would still be here. Also the wording is strange. Why is it wish us back instead of I wish to go back?
[ Atsuhide starts a bit at the sudden proximity, takes a step back. He's pulled between fear — needing to be alone because of the shadow people — and the need for that proximity.
It's not comfortable.
He takes a few moments to gather his thoughts — they feel slow and sluggish. ]
... Yeah, you're right. You gonna keep me company?
[Rastaban's glowing eyes flickered brighter before dimming slightly in response. He felt conflicted by Atsuhide's answer. He should be glad that Atsuhide wasn't waiting for anyone but his trust stung. His relief turned bitter and he quickly hid the shadow that crossed over his expression behind a small smile.]
[Sheliak didn’t know how he got here. One minute he thought he was falling and the next he found himself in this blood soaked hellscape. It seemed once again everything he cared for had been stolen from him. The thought should fill him with rage but his mind felt strangely numb instead. Some of his anger managed to make it past the confusing haze that clouded his mind and he stubbornly denied the strange connection he felt with the people here.
He wandered around aimlessly, unsure what he was looking for. However even in his addled state, he could tell he was being watched. His blue eyes that seemed to ripple like water glowed in response to the invisible threat and air around his hand shimmered like a mirage before forming what should have been a sword made of water if the form didn’t break half way through. Sheliak’s eyes subtly narrowed as the water slid harmlessly off his hand. He clenched his hand into a fist and hid his pathetic display behind a confident command.]
Show yourself!
II. Plan of attack
Network | Un: Lyra
Merely wishing to go back is pointless.
[After a very long pause Sheliak managed to hold on to a semblance of though long enough to finish his message.]
Tell me everything you know about this place, no matter how trivial it may seem.
III. Down in the Low
A.) Before Sundown (cw: asphyxiation
[Sheliak didn’t wait for anyone to throw him into the lake. He dived in himself. Water had always been calming. As he sank deeper, he closed his eyes and tried to let go of his worries with a long sigh. No air bubbles escaped his lips as he did so. Instead of needing to breathe it was more like he had become one with the water and he was breathing the water itself. He stubbornly ignored how the water felt different. He knew he couldn’t run away forever but for now he clung to his underwater sanctuary, the only thing that still made sense here. Water had never hurt him and he cautiously leaned into its soothing embrace.
Just as he was about to fall asleep, ropes of seaweed wrapped around his throat, making it difficult to breathe. His eyes shot open with and the bright glow of his eyes shone through the water as he instinctively switched his consciousness to his magical side. The terrifying tightness around his throat faded under the weightless protection of his magic. He was still being strangled even if he couldn’t feel it and he tore at the weeds strangling him. His movements felt sluggish as his body grew weaker. In his desperation, the water around him swirled into a violent whirlpool. He wasn’t sure if he was trying to rip apart the weeds trying to kill him, or bring attention to his struggle.]
B.) (single thread or multithread option with Rastaban)
[Sheliak had completely lost himself to his magic. His glowing eyes were almost blinding as the world around him faded into the background. They were gone. He couldn’t remember what was stolen from him. All he had was this agonizing feeling of loss and a sinking certainty they were lost forever, not even happy memories to soften the pain. It was too cruel and the air around him shimmered like a mirage before a giant sea serpent, with a fox like face, made of water exploded into being around him. It silently growled with his desperate scream.]
GIVE THEM BACK!
[The serpent’s lashing tail turned into a wave of rose petals that mercilessly swept away anything or anyone in its path.]
IV. Snake Troubles (for a lighthearted multithread option with Rastaban)
[Sheliak used too much magic during his embarrassing rampage earlier. Luckily Rastaban was here so he could transform in peace. His magic shrunk his soul down to that of a small animal so he could recover his magic faster. The small watersnake looked like a smaller version of the giant sea serpent of water from his rampage. It could have easily been mistaken as a snake if not for the crest of blue fur down its back and the fox like face. His white scales had a faint wave like pattern that gave the illusion of ripples when he moved.
At first the watersnake was content staying inside with Rastaban but the tub full of water wasn’t the real thing and he escaped to the lake when his poor roommate wasn’t looking. The watersnake glared suspiciously at the water. In the back of his mind he knew it was dangerous but he was too stubborn to listen and he slithered into the shallows. He flinched when some seaweed brushed against him.]
Wildcard
[I'm always open to wildcards. Surprise me! Or you can plot with me on plurk Nicholaj, Discord@Nicholaj#7374, or pm, whichever is easier for you. Sheliak was stolen so he's wandering around aimlessly and getting more lost than usual. Have fun!]
((OOC: Rastaban's multithread options will start as replies to Sheliak's toplevel from Rastaban. I'm fairly new to multithread and I'm experimenting with how best to do them. Please let me know if you have any advice, thanks!))
[Rastaban own eyes brightly glowed as his magic resonated with the devastating loss both mages shared. Althiya was gone and they had been separated from the only people who understood that loss. They had all promised to protect each other and Rastaban clenched his hand into a fist as he called out to his friend.]
I’m still here Sheliak!
[Sheliak hesitated for a second before his inhuman glowing eyes narrowed and the serpent snapped at his new enemy. Rastaban quickly channeled some of his life energy into a barrier of light in the shape of a tree. The serpent’s form broke as his barrier of light successfully pushed it back. The attack took all of the life energy he used and Rastaban fell to one knee. He couldn’t’ keep this up with just his life energy. He had never been a match for Sheliak. Luckily he wasn’t alone and he decided to take advantage of the frustrating connection everyone shared here. He locked eyes with the first person he saw.]
Please help me calm him down! I just need a distraction.
[Stealing Sheliak’s life energy in the middle of a fight was risky, not to mention he would expose himself as an energy vampire in doing so but it was Sheliak. He didn’t have a choice.]
[That little snake! Rastaban quickly checked all the usual subjects: the tub, glasses of water, puddles around the house, the sink, and anywhere else he could think of with water. Why did Sheliak’s snake have to have the ability to turn into water? At least the reflection of the watersnake’s fox like face gave him away. When he didn’t find him, Rastaban quickly left the house. The lake was his next best guess and sure enough, the little menace was there. Rastban stopped at the water’s edge and bent over as he struggled to catch his breath. He looked at the watersnake with an exasperated sigh.]
Sheliak get out of the water. It’s dangerous.
[The watersnake startled when he was spotted and he stubbornly sunk further into the water until only the top of his fox like head was visible. No.]
01. arrival [How does a man of steel steel his nerves? For Tetsutetsu it's as easy as turning into steel. A hardened body, mind, and focus, can do wonders for calming down in the face of uncertainty. Nothing can stop you or get past you with such a shield (and sword) at your side. But what do you do when even the man of steel cannot steel himself? Well... Such is the dilemma Tetsu is faced with.
The comfort of hardened steel no longer comes easily to Tetsu. Not since the fall. Was it a fall? It must have been a fall. Every attempt at transformation is halted in it's tracks with an unstoppable shiver. He's tried everything to shake this quiver. Clenched fists that feel as if his hands will break. Hard swallows that can't go down. Blinking back the sting in his eye that grows irritable by the minute. Everything and still his body refuses to cease trembling.
It almost seems as if his body knows what terror surrounds him before his mind can make sense of anything. He ambles along, trying to find a moment to push past the suffocating dread. His brain feels like it is sweating in a bog of confusion. Shadows dance in his vision, taunting him.]
H-Hey!
02. down in the low [The days feel endlessly long thanks to the dreariness of Carcosa. It's made more apparent by the madness and hysteria popping up around Tetsutetsu. He sees what's happening and, despite his own dread filling up inside, resolves to help those that have become inconsolable. A comforting hand on one's shoulder or a gentle shove towards the lake. Sometimes even lifting one up to carry them.]
C'mon man... we're almost there. You got this! Ok?
[He offers words of comfort, knowing that it's all lost to them anyways. A part of him still hopes they can hear his words. Yet another smaller part will never admit that the words were more for him than they were for the person he's trying to help.]
Just a little bit longer...
03. what's the plan of attack WISH WHO BACK? US? WE GOTTA DO SOMETHING A LITTLE MORE PROACTIVE THAN JUST WISHING!
04. freespace [anything you desire or wish to discuss!]
( Samatoki isn't faring too much better by the time he comes across Tetsutetsu. Still, he's in such a state that proximity to another covenmate is desired, needed. He reaches out to steady him, shaking his head hard, as though to dislodge his own fog. )
Hey, you're okay.
( ... Ish. )
You wanna sit with me? Might be better to not be alone.
[Samatoki is a welcomed sight for Tetsutetsu. Even if he can barely process the small measure of relief that the other's presence brings, at least he knows he's not alone. And Samatoki is real too, as evident by the fact that he's speaking.]
Huh? [[It takes a while for him to comprehend what was just said after hearing nothing but terse whispers and shadowy screams for so long.]
Yeah. I don't think we're getting anywhere. Uh- [ He squints to focus on their surroundings, looking for a place to sit. He gestures to a small leaning.] Right there?
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Have fun with it, but if they can breathe underwater, something along those lines will happen eventually.
Nothing to note besides some rocks and algae.
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TOJI FUSHIGURO. ⛓ JUJUTSU KAISEN. ⛓ STOLEN.
01. ) ARRIVAL
//////////////////////////////// TOWN // CW: GORE/BLOOD ////02. ) WHAT'S THE PLAN OF ATTACK
//////////////////////////////// NETWORK // UN: archez ////03. ) WILDCARD
//////////////////////////////// ???? ////02. | UN: snowdrift.
If you can't trace it, I'm not sure anyone else would be able to.
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RIKYO MIYOSHI. 💫 HANDEAD ANTHEM. 💫 STOLEN.
01. ) THE ARRIVAL
//////////////////////////////// TOWN ////02. ) WHAT'S THE PLAN OF ATTACK
//////////////////////////////// NETWORK // UN: r.miyoshi ////03. ) DOWN IN THE LOW
//////////////////////////////// CASTLE GROUNDS ////03. ) DOWN IN THE LOW
Sorrysorrysorry wanna go home sorry
{ if he had any semblance of who he was he’d guess not but at the present that was a hard question to answer. Still, for the first time in what feels like years he follows instruction as it’s given and sucks in a breath. }
W-work?
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Some part of him screams neither will be able. None will be able.
He plants his hands on either side of Deki's face, tilting him up to look into his eyes. )
Yes, work. We have to see to it that this place finds its caretakers again.
( Voice tight, a little clipped, a little distant. )
You don't want to be stuck here forever ... Do you? Come back to me, Deki.
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Atsuhide Eburi. Handead Anthem. Tricked.
THE ARRIVAL
Put me back... Put me back right the fuck now!!
[ Atsuhide's anger snaps through the air of Carcosa like a whip. He has too much to do, to accomplish back home. He can't be here, he can't be here, he needs Ko, he needs deva, he needs to avenge Yumeno.
His fist comes hard against the ground, breathing rapid and shallow.
Eyes red, when he looks up. ]
WHAT'S THE PLAN OF ATTACK?
I need company. Wandered too far.
I'm making my way back to town, but I'd like to be around someone else.
WILDCARD
[ Go nuts. ]
what's the plan of attack? | un: songstress.
Text + action.
I don't need anything else at the moment.
[ Off he goes; it takes longer to get to Uta than he would've liked, but he gets there all the same.
Only he's a little frazzled looking, a little dizzy. He sways. ]
Ah, hey. Mind if I sit with you?
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Rastaban Aesen | Original Character | Wished
[It all happened so fast. One minute Rasta was fine, then the sound of a gunshot shattered the calm and she found herself on the floor, a piercing pain blossoming from her chest. It took everything she had not to steal the life energy of her friends around her whose panicked voices she couldn't hear over the shock. So this was what death was like. Her green eyes shone with a golden glow as she shifted her consciousness to the invisible magical aura around her to escape the pain but that wouldn't save her. In fact the weightless feel of her magic only made her feel more a ghost and she quickly closed her eyes and grounded herself back inside her dying body so she could cling on to her humanity for a little longer. Dying was terrifying and she wished that she was anywhere else but here.
She never expected that her wish would be granted, nor in such a haunting way. Rising from the ground as if she was buried alive so soon after dying was too much. A hint of Rastaban's true identity could be seen through the crack that formed in Rasta's persona as he didn't bother to hide his slightly deeper voice as he desperately pulled himself out of the ground as quickly as he could. His eyes glowed with a fierce golden glow as his magic resonated with his out of control emotions. He was too terrified to focus on a memory of being human so the world around him faded into a numb haze as if he was seeing it from a distance.
At least the numbing haze around his senses meant that he wouldn't feel his chest tighten with pain as he collapsed on the ground and cleared the rest of the dirt out of his lungs with a violent cough. He weakly pushed himself off the ground and shakily attempted to clear his long black hair of dirt. With so many unknowns he found himself shifting back to Rasta's comforting persona and he pulled the right sleeve of her off the shoulder sweater that had been pulled down from his mad struggle back up. The sweater complimented the large rose tattoo she had over the back of her left shoulder. His voice shifted to a softer, feminine voice.]
W-where in the goddess's name am I?
II. What's the plan of Attack
[Rasta didn't seem to be as affected by the paranoia as everyone else but that didn't mean she wanted to be alone. She was still shaken by her arrival and her eyes occasionally flickered with a golden glow despite how calm she pretended to be. The soothing connection to everyone around her was also a dangerous temptation for someone like her who could steal life energy. She chose a house that was away from everyone else but close enough that she could still feel the comforting presence of others. Out of habit, he left the door partly open so people could visit if they chose to.
Once Rasta was inside, he switched back to Rastaban with a tired sigh. Being around people was exhausting. He found a familiar change of clothes inside as well as a few other personal items, the Aesen family ring with the insignia of a rose, some medicine, and a chess set. The items were suspicious but they were the only things that were familiar in this world so he kept them. Once he changed out of Rasta's clothes and into the black long sleeved turtle neck that completely hid Rasta's tattoo, he sat on the couch and skimmed the network as he braided his hair into one long braid. It disguised Rasta's long hair more than if he just pulled it back.]
Hmm, should I use Rasta for this?
[On the other hand Rasta already had more freedom than he did and no one would know he was weak on the network.]
Network / UN: rosaceae
Did anyone else receive a strange message repeating the phrase wish us back? Any thoughts?
III. Down in the Low (cw: addiction, energy vampirism)
((OOC: Energy vampirism opt in here!))
[Whatever force kept the fear at bay when Rastaban arrived didn't last. His fragile body that had plagued him for years felt heavier as the paranoia got worse and it became harder to ignore the life energy around him. The few plants that he had gathered to satisfy his cravings were nothing but withered husks now. It wasn't enough. He was still weak and he needed more.
Switching to Rasta didn't even occur to him as he left the safety of the house to hunt, his eyes glowing with golden light as he let his magic take over. It was easier to escape the guilt when he didn't feel human. He didn't let himself get completely lost though and he had his memory of the first and last person he would ever kill with his power ready in case he went too far.
He chose someone who was alone for his target. The best outcome would be if he could weaken his prey and leave without any one noticing what happened. People got tired all the time for various reasons, none of which needed to lead back to him. The addicting warmth of life energy told him someone was around the corner but he still pretended to be surprised that he ran into someone.]
It's dangerous to be alone in a place like this.
IV. Wildcard
[I'm always open to wildcards! Feel free to plot with me on plurk
text. | un: scream.
Got no clue
But why the fuck not
This place is already busted as shit
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If a simple wish was all it took then none of us would still be here.
Also the wording is strange. Why is it wish us back instead of I wish to go back?
iii.
[ Atsuhide starts a bit at the sudden proximity, takes a step back. He's pulled between fear — needing to be alone because of the shadow people — and the need for that proximity.
It's not comfortable.
He takes a few moments to gather his thoughts — they feel slow and sluggish. ]
... Yeah, you're right. You gonna keep me company?
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Sure I don't mind.
Sheliak Saarela | Original Character | Stolen
[Sheliak didn’t know how he got here. One minute he thought he was falling and the next he found himself in this blood soaked hellscape. It seemed once again everything he cared for had been stolen from him. The thought should fill him with rage but his mind felt strangely numb instead. Some of his anger managed to make it past the confusing haze that clouded his mind and he stubbornly denied the strange connection he felt with the people here.
He wandered around aimlessly, unsure what he was looking for. However even in his addled state, he could tell he was being watched. His blue eyes that seemed to ripple like water glowed in response to the invisible threat and air around his hand shimmered like a mirage before forming what should have been a sword made of water if the form didn’t break half way through. Sheliak’s eyes subtly narrowed as the water slid harmlessly off his hand. He clenched his hand into a fist and hid his pathetic display behind a confident command.]
Show yourself!
II. Plan of attack
Network | Un: Lyra
Merely wishing to go back is pointless.
[After a very long pause Sheliak managed to hold on to a semblance of though long enough to finish his message.]
Tell me everything you know about this place, no matter how trivial it may seem.
III. Down in the Low
A.) Before Sundown (cw: asphyxiation
[Sheliak didn’t wait for anyone to throw him into the lake. He dived in himself. Water had always been calming. As he sank deeper, he closed his eyes and tried to let go of his worries with a long sigh. No air bubbles escaped his lips as he did so. Instead of needing to breathe it was more like he had become one with the water and he was breathing the water itself. He stubbornly ignored how the water felt different. He knew he couldn’t run away forever but for now he clung to his underwater sanctuary, the only thing that still made sense here. Water had never hurt him and he cautiously leaned into its soothing embrace.
Just as he was about to fall asleep, ropes of seaweed wrapped around his throat, making it difficult to breathe. His eyes shot open with and the bright glow of his eyes shone through the water as he instinctively switched his consciousness to his magical side. The terrifying tightness around his throat faded under the weightless protection of his magic. He was still being strangled even if he couldn’t feel it and he tore at the weeds strangling him. His movements felt sluggish as his body grew weaker. In his desperation, the water around him swirled into a violent whirlpool. He wasn’t sure if he was trying to rip apart the weeds trying to kill him, or bring attention to his struggle.]
B.) (single thread or multithread option with Rastaban)
[Sheliak had completely lost himself to his magic. His glowing eyes were almost blinding as the world around him faded into the background. They were gone. He couldn’t remember what was stolen from him. All he had was this agonizing feeling of loss and a sinking certainty they were lost forever, not even happy memories to soften the pain. It was too cruel and the air around him shimmered like a mirage before a giant sea serpent, with a fox like face, made of water exploded into being around him. It silently growled with his desperate scream.]
GIVE THEM BACK!
[The serpent’s lashing tail turned into a wave of rose petals that mercilessly swept away anything or anyone in its path.]
IV. Snake Troubles (for a lighthearted multithread option with Rastaban)
[Sheliak used too much magic during his embarrassing rampage earlier. Luckily Rastaban was here so he could transform in peace. His magic shrunk his soul down to that of a small animal so he could recover his magic faster. The small watersnake looked like a smaller version of the giant sea serpent of water from his rampage. It could have easily been mistaken as a snake if not for the crest of blue fur down its back and the fox like face. His white scales had a faint wave like pattern that gave the illusion of ripples when he moved.
At first the watersnake was content staying inside with Rastaban but the tub full of water wasn’t the real thing and he escaped to the lake when his poor roommate wasn’t looking. The watersnake glared suspiciously at the water. In the back of his mind he knew it was dangerous but he was too stubborn to listen and he slithered into the shallows. He flinched when some seaweed brushed against him.]
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((OOC: Rastaban's multithread options will start as replies to Sheliak's toplevel from Rastaban. I'm fairly new to multithread and I'm experimenting with how best to do them. Please let me know if you have any advice, thanks!))
Rastan multithread option for III. B
I’m still here Sheliak!
[Sheliak hesitated for a second before his inhuman glowing eyes narrowed and the serpent snapped at his new enemy. Rastaban quickly channeled some of his life energy into a barrier of light in the shape of a tree. The serpent’s form broke as his barrier of light successfully pushed it back. The attack took all of the life energy he used and Rastaban fell to one knee. He couldn’t’ keep this up with just his life energy. He had never been a match for Sheliak. Luckily he wasn’t alone and he decided to take advantage of the frustrating connection everyone shared here. He locked eyes with the first person he saw.]
Please help me calm him down! I just need a distraction.
[Stealing Sheliak’s life energy in the middle of a fight was risky, not to mention he would expose himself as an energy vampire in doing so but it was Sheliak. He didn’t have a choice.]
Rastaban Multithread Option for IV
Sheliak get out of the water. It’s dangerous.
[The watersnake startled when he was spotted and he stubbornly sunk further into the water until only the top of his fox like head was visible. No.]
Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu 👊 My Hero Academia 👊 Stolen
[How does a man of steel steel his nerves? For Tetsutetsu it's as easy as turning into steel. A hardened body, mind, and focus, can do wonders for calming down in the face of uncertainty. Nothing can stop you or get past you with such a shield (and sword) at your side. But what do you do when even the man of steel cannot steel himself? Well... Such is the dilemma Tetsu is faced with.
The comfort of hardened steel no longer comes easily to Tetsu. Not since the fall. Was it a fall? It must have been a fall. Every attempt at transformation is halted in it's tracks with an unstoppable shiver. He's tried everything to shake this quiver. Clenched fists that feel as if his hands will break. Hard swallows that can't go down. Blinking back the sting in his eye that grows irritable by the minute. Everything and still his body refuses to cease trembling.
It almost seems as if his body knows what terror surrounds him before his mind can make sense of anything. He ambles along, trying to find a moment to push past the suffocating dread. His brain feels like it is sweating in a bog of confusion. Shadows dance in his vision, taunting him.]
H-Hey!
02. down in the low
[The days feel endlessly long thanks to the dreariness of Carcosa. It's made more apparent by the madness and hysteria popping up around Tetsutetsu. He sees what's happening and, despite his own dread filling up inside, resolves to help those that have become inconsolable. A comforting hand on one's shoulder or a gentle shove towards the lake. Sometimes even lifting one up to carry them.]
C'mon man... we're almost there. You got this! Ok?
[He offers words of comfort, knowing that it's all lost to them anyways. A part of him still hopes they can hear his words. Yet another smaller part will never admit that the words were more for him than they were for the person he's trying to help.]
Just a little bit longer...
03. what's the plan of attack
WISH WHO BACK? US? WE GOTTA DO SOMETHING A LITTLE MORE PROACTIVE THAN JUST WISHING!
04. freespace
[anything you desire or wish to discuss!]
01.
Hey, you're okay.
( ... Ish. )
You wanna sit with me? Might be better to not be alone.
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Huh? [[It takes a while for him to comprehend what was just said after hearing nothing but terse whispers and shadowy screams for so long.]
Yeah. I don't think we're getting anywhere. Uh- [ He squints to focus on their surroundings, looking for a place to sit. He gestures to a small leaning.] Right there?
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