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Entry tags:
- !event,
- digital devil saga: serph,
- downton abbey: edward courtenay,
- fallout: knight maximus,
- fallout: lucy maclean,
- fallout: paladin danse,
- fear & hunger 2: levi,
- hazbin hotel: alastor,
- hazbin hotel: vox,
- persona 5: goro akechi,
- rise of the tmnt: donatello,
- rise of the tmnt: leonardo,
- summer sons: andrew blur,
- the raven cycle: joseph kavinsky,
- tmnt 2012: raphael,
- twd: negan smith,
- werewolf by night: jack russell
FEBRUARY EVENT
The route back down to the flat lands is easier, now that the storm has subsided. Through the trees and the rocks Nirvana lurks on the horizon, trying to beckon the Convoy on. But as the slope becomes less steep and the trees thin out, a new feature arrives to take their place.
01: CRYSTALS
Tree and hand sized clusters of crystals grow up from the ground, and glow with myriad colors. Coming into contact with the crystals has a variety of effects; either prompting changes in the Drifters, or in the environment. Usually their color is a clue:
Purple: Summons lightning from the sky or arcing from crystal to flesh. Can also instill feelings of agitation and restlessness.
Red: Ignites fire in the air, shoots wildfire along the ground, or in the worst case sets flesh ablaze. It can also cause aggression, fury, and reckless action.
Green: Calls wind in either gusts or razor blades of air. It can also force feelings of claustrophobia if shut inside cars or the Convoy, and a need for open spaces.
Blue: Causes flooding or spikes of ice and frostbite. Drifters may feel their emotions growing cold and reserved.
White: Heal injuries or reverse a single transformation. Also the rarest color.
Black: Results in in a transformation and furthering of monster traits.
It is possible to harvest the crystals. But the process needs to be done with extreme care. Otherwise the crystals shatter into a surge of elemental power. Harvested crystals can be stored for power. Or for an emergency attack, as either a shattering explosion, or channeling magic through it for an elemental attack.
Purple: Summons lightning from the sky or arcing from crystal to flesh. Can also instill feelings of agitation and restlessness.
Red: Ignites fire in the air, shoots wildfire along the ground, or in the worst case sets flesh ablaze. It can also cause aggression, fury, and reckless action.
Green: Calls wind in either gusts or razor blades of air. It can also force feelings of claustrophobia if shut inside cars or the Convoy, and a need for open spaces.
Blue: Causes flooding or spikes of ice and frostbite. Drifters may feel their emotions growing cold and reserved.
White: Heal injuries or reverse a single transformation. Also the rarest color.
Black: Results in in a transformation and furthering of monster traits.
It is possible to harvest the crystals. But the process needs to be done with extreme care. Otherwise the crystals shatter into a surge of elemental power. Harvested crystals can be stored for power. Or for an emergency attack, as either a shattering explosion, or channeling magic through it for an elemental attack.
02: MONSTER SHIFT, FAE
The crystals often hide moon shards in their clusters… And these moon shards try to emit changes onto passing Drifters. With the crystals and foliage around, they also try to force a specific form to match the surroundings. Fae traits are the transformation of the month, and the following:
+Fairy Ring: Crystals and plants will form around Fae Drifters into a ring. Entering this ring will impart more Fae traits… Though also revitalize Drifters!
+Metal Repulsion: Contact with iron or even steel can hurt the Fae, from burn blisters to open wounds when making contact with the stuff.
+Flighty Demeanor: Whether resembling a fairy or rabbit, Fae become jumpy and prone to leaping and flying into the air at the first sign of trouble or scares.
+Flickering Presence: Gains the ability to become intangible and/or invisible. But control slips up when under stress, making fae shift in and out of states.
+Bespelled: Fae gain an affinity for crystals: pulling the visions they desire, or getting the perfect balance of elements from colored crystals.
+Rivalry: Fae gain a particular snappishness towards Cu Sith monsters, seeing them as rivals. The feeling is mutual from the Cu Sith, who will gladly target Fae.
+Rock Candy: Fae can also drain energy off of elemental crystals, and rather than use that for magic, use it for healing and sustenance instead.
+Fairy Ring: Crystals and plants will form around Fae Drifters into a ring. Entering this ring will impart more Fae traits… Though also revitalize Drifters!
+Metal Repulsion: Contact with iron or even steel can hurt the Fae, from burn blisters to open wounds when making contact with the stuff.
+Flighty Demeanor: Whether resembling a fairy or rabbit, Fae become jumpy and prone to leaping and flying into the air at the first sign of trouble or scares.
+Flickering Presence: Gains the ability to become intangible and/or invisible. But control slips up when under stress, making fae shift in and out of states.
+Bespelled: Fae gain an affinity for crystals: pulling the visions they desire, or getting the perfect balance of elements from colored crystals.
+Rivalry: Fae gain a particular snappishness towards Cu Sith monsters, seeing them as rivals. The feeling is mutual from the Cu Sith, who will gladly target Fae.
+Rock Candy: Fae can also drain energy off of elemental crystals, and rather than use that for magic, use it for healing and sustenance instead.
03: VISIONS OF CRYSTAL
The crystals lining the passage can also reflect things back on Drifters… Both memories, and fears. And potential monster forms. At sundown the crystals seem particularly fond of reflecting different monster possibilities and how they might shape someone’s form.
At other times the crystals try to reflect things from a Drifter’s thoughts; memories of home, fears and regrets.
And sometimes on the fringes is a vision of a broken moon, bleeding tar and corruption. Along with a sudden swarm of emotions: urgency, desperation, regret and fear, but mingled with a sense of compassion and sorrow. And it all extends to a blinding expanse, like it’s a feeling for the entire world.
The visions exact a price, however; gaze at them too long and they start bleeding into the world, trying to become real. The network of crystals tries to reshape itself to vaguely reflect visions of home, or project the visions across multiple surfaces so it feels real. While the crystals cannot replicate living creatures from the visions, they try to make up for this short coming by making Drifters hallucinate those people or monsters onto other Drifters.
At other times the crystals try to reflect things from a Drifter’s thoughts; memories of home, fears and regrets.
And sometimes on the fringes is a vision of a broken moon, bleeding tar and corruption. Along with a sudden swarm of emotions: urgency, desperation, regret and fear, but mingled with a sense of compassion and sorrow. And it all extends to a blinding expanse, like it’s a feeling for the entire world.
The visions exact a price, however; gaze at them too long and they start bleeding into the world, trying to become real. The network of crystals tries to reshape itself to vaguely reflect visions of home, or project the visions across multiple surfaces so it feels real. While the crystals cannot replicate living creatures from the visions, they try to make up for this short coming by making Drifters hallucinate those people or monsters onto other Drifters.
04: LIGHT RACE
Gradually the road splits off and forks, trailing over formations of rocks and crystal. On the fork roads is a bobbing globe of light and fire; a will-o-wisp that seems to be beckoning the vehicles of the Convoy, darting back and forth and whispering in a faint silvery voice audible through the vehicle speakers.
“Come follow. Come follow if you are quick, if you are sturdy. Come follow.”
Those who approach will find a path of road and crystal snaking through the wilds, and the wisp sinks into the ground to light a path. From there, it’s a race over precarious pathways slanted at odd angles or almost crumbling apart, trying to outrace the path of light that illuminates the race course. Fast cars have an advantage with being nimble and staying ahead, while Tough cars can handle the more rugged terrain of the race course, pushing and pulling other vehicles as needed or blazing the trail.
Those who reach the end of the race will find a cache of pure white crystals waiting for them as a prize, along with the fading laughter of the wisp.
“Come follow. Come follow if you are quick, if you are sturdy. Come follow.”
Those who approach will find a path of road and crystal snaking through the wilds, and the wisp sinks into the ground to light a path. From there, it’s a race over precarious pathways slanted at odd angles or almost crumbling apart, trying to outrace the path of light that illuminates the race course. Fast cars have an advantage with being nimble and staying ahead, while Tough cars can handle the more rugged terrain of the race course, pushing and pulling other vehicles as needed or blazing the trail.
Those who reach the end of the race will find a cache of pure white crystals waiting for them as a prize, along with the fading laughter of the wisp.
05: MATERIA GUARDIAN
Sometimes, Drifters catch a glimpse of spider like legs moving through the crystals; they seem to flicker in number. Static electricity builds near the Convoy, jumping from crystal to metal; the contact is mildly painful, akin to a light zap. It finally builds to a thunderclap as a set of multilegged monsters lunge from the crystals. They view vehicles and Drifters as rivals and intruders, and focuses on those who are carrying crystals.
Claw Strike: The materia guardians favor sharp claws to puncture the Convoy and slice Drifters to ribbons. If they face stern resistance they try to climb the crystals to get out of melee range, and spit poison from their maws and tails.
Trine: After taking enough damage, the monsters again try to get distance, this time breaking apart crystals and infusing them with lightning magic. More sparks jump off the monsters as they grow more agitated, culminating in a massive electric storm attack.
Death Throes: The materia guardians spit both venom and lightning, trying to paralyze Drifters so they can be crushed in thrashing claws and bulk… But it’s a last desperate attack before the monster succumb to their injuries.
Claw Strike: The materia guardians favor sharp claws to puncture the Convoy and slice Drifters to ribbons. If they face stern resistance they try to climb the crystals to get out of melee range, and spit poison from their maws and tails.
Trine: After taking enough damage, the monsters again try to get distance, this time breaking apart crystals and infusing them with lightning magic. More sparks jump off the monsters as they grow more agitated, culminating in a massive electric storm attack.
Death Throes: The materia guardians spit both venom and lightning, trying to paralyze Drifters so they can be crushed in thrashing claws and bulk… But it’s a last desperate attack before the monster succumb to their injuries.
MICRO ENCOUNTERS:
PLEASE NOTE! These are small bits of set dressing for players to include in threads if they wish, rather than full fledged prompts or events. You may handwave your exploration of these areas, or thread them out.
Flowers: Glimmering flowers grow between the crystals, giving off a sweet and almost mesmerizing smell. If plucked, they can give off a calming scent.
Stream: The melted snow runs in a glimmering stream down the crystal path, crashing off of shards and forming sprays of rainbow. It’s mostly safe to drink, though may change a Drifter’s color for a day as a side effect.
Beware The Mushrooms: Ruby colored mushrooms also grow just off the path, with a slight gemlike sheen. They taste vaguely sweet when eaten… But also can force Fae traits onto the consumer.
Light Show: At night the crystals grow with an inner light and can project an aurora onto the sky; sleeping underneath it can prompt strange dreams about a field of crystals that once grew in a more orderly fashion, before multiplying out of control as the moon broke.
Edward Courtenay | Downton Abbey | Drider OR Ice Wolf
While Edward is glad enough to be out of the snow (in his human and spider form, at least, the wolf is depressed about being away from the cold), he doesn't like these crystals. He isn't able to tell what colours they are, but he can sense there's something odd about them.
What better way to investigate than turning into a spider and crawling all over them? Surely no harm will come from that! There's also an odd compulsion to string webs up between them, so some of the larger crystals soon look like they covered in garlands of spider webs. Edward can be found up on top of the crystals, spidering around, sometimes wrapping up a fresh catch. If anyone is hungry, he's usually happy to share his prey.
V: Materia Guardian
The static is unnerving. It runs through the crystals, leaping from one to one, and it gets Edward to descend off of them. He's crouched next to a crystal, still in his spider body, three hands touching the ground and the other on the crystal's surface.
"I don't like this. It feels like something is gathering."
Which something certainly is, and waiting to attack. Edward is a spider now, but the sense of danger is making him itchy, wanting to shift into the wolf, although he couldn't explain why.
Micro: Stream
When he's not making webs or otherwise occupied, Edward is down near the stream. He's in his human form, with his pant leg rolled up and his foot in the stream's water. He has a small pile of books sitting on the ground next to him; if anyone looks closely, the books have their titles printed on them, but they also have raised bumps along the front.
Edward has a book open on his lap, and there aren't any words printed on the pages, just more of those bumps. He's running his fingertips over them, with a pleased, almost blissful look across his face. He is reading again for the first time in over a year, and loving every second of it.
Stream
When Serph sees Edward with a book on his lap, he remembers quite vividly how Edward had wanted him to read from the books to him, being unable to read them himself. Has something changed? He approaches out of curiosity, feet rapping a quiet thumping as he draws near.
Immediately, he can see there is no ink or print upon the pages. "What are these?"
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"Something's here..." he murmurs, remaining on the ground, crouched on all fours as his eyes dart about, trying to track the movement he'd seen. His tail lashes, restless.
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With new fae transformations, Deacon looks rather pixie-ish in this form. The feminine body isn't exactly petite- height was never something surgically altered, but with the short buzzcut of ginger hair and softer features alongside the new wings, the look is really sold.
When this body was more grounded in reality, the code name 'Deacon' hadn't been picked yet. John Doe or Johnny D became Jane Doe just as easily. Right now, it feels safer to be Jane; she moves carefully through the crystals, wings fluttering every so often at every new sound, still getting used to the way they make her hover above the ground when she does. Enough to make her feel sick, if it happens too often.
Edward is at least spotted long before she moves into sight, and she stares curiously up at him from a distance, wondering if he can feel her presence.
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"Where'd you find those?"
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"Its kind of pretty, in a weird way."
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Stream
He sees Edward, who seems to be reading. That's a surprise, or would be, if Leo felt that sort of thing.
Observation shows that he's reading Braille. Ah, that explains it. Not that Leo was wondering.
"You should be careful out here at night," he says, tone dry. Then he's already turning to leave.
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Vox 📺 Hazbin Hotel 📺 Yokai: Kitsune
"Hold on... let me try something!" Was the middle of an attack situation really the time? Yes. Of COURSE it was.
It's a complicated project of his, but one he was finally prepared to perform the first field tests on: All those bits and pieces from the strange monsters he'd been hunting- primarily for their livers, but that's none of your business- seemed impeccably sturdy, imparting some strange lingering power to whatever they could be applied to. After he discovered that his cold-weather gear had him going about his ways on the mountain as if it were a spring day, he wondered if maybe he could have a little extra fun with it with some sort of weaponry.
The power of his support in Hell still seemed to linger in him, loaning to a slightly bulkier, sturdier body. It was key to the way he swung the finished blade and shattered the first crystalline creature that hissed and scrambled to take a bite out of him. Another got a shield bash to the face, crumbling its front half to dust. Note to self: Collect that dust and pieces later to take a peek.
But now game the technical portion of the field test: Bringing the shield and sword together, making use of the blade's shape to hook everything into place. The third creature rounded a corner and approached, leaping neatly over puddles of spilled venom, body crackling with electricity. It lunged jaws first, wide in a tinny scream.
It was met with a roar from the demon as he swung what was now a giant axe, the shield acting as the head as it clashed into the crystalline body. Teeth were shattered as the head pressed on, and for a moment it was a battle of strength: Vox pushed to make that last pass through the head, while the creature tried to chew, testing the make of the weapon and perhaps have itself the soft flesh of the wielder.
Vox grimaced, eyes burning a brighter red in frustration. "...It's supposed to spin... fuckin'-- god damn it... fine!"
Well, so much for the coolest feature he had cooked up in his head. But the cables arose from his back, plug ends lashing out to wrap around so many limbs of the creature, bind tight.
"I've got this one handled! Make sure it's got no other friends coming!"
[II. Mushrooms!]
He'd had a deal: Bring ingredients, and in exchange he'd have himself a meal. It was simpler to rely on his brand new senses as a yokai to forage than something laughable like learning to cook. So when he heard rumors of some rather pretty, shiny-ish mushrooms, he went looking for some himself.
What? He wasn't going to touch a mushroom he couldn't identify. He wasn't a moron. So when others seemed to eat them and, y'know, not die, he dubbed it safe enough to give them a go.
They were... sweet. Like fruit. He wasn't sure what use they'd be, but food was food. Maybe a sauté with neutral ingredients would make a nice treat.
Of course, once night fell and so many others were gathering into the Convoy to gun for a 'safety in numbers' approach or otherwise turn in for the evening, Vox came back looking more like flowering shrub than the tv-headed being that he was: Sputtering, grumbling under his breath, he was swatting off blooms of countless colors and sizes from his form, but only more of the flowers would sprout from his clothes and around his monitor, unfurling and giving off a rather pleasant, candy-like scent.
"...Don't ask."
[III. The Risky Sip]
There's always a need for fresh water, too! The streams were aesthetically pleasing, the mist catching the light in myriad colors. After filling his canteen, he took a moment to enjoy just an extra drink. Why not? He was parched.
...So, of course, after parking his corvette and proceeding to the Convoy one night, Vox was a sight: His usual blues and bits of red were slowly shifting through various colors.
"...Don't. Ask."
[IV. Stowaway (Closed)]
It was late. Another movie was run, and everybody was tucking away for the night. Vox helped himself to one more drink, enjoying the quiet in the truck's cab before he decided he'd spend another night in the confines of his car. He gathered his things, the liquor lingering on his tongue and adding a pleasant little buzz in his blood, and went on that lone walk across this particular stretch of these weird woods to where he recalled he'd parked his little blue corvette.
His claws wrapped the handle as he blinked out of sync, ready for a little sleep, and he tugged the door open to unceremoniously flop onto the leather seats.
...Except he stopped himself, catching the back and base of the driver's seat to halt his descent. Adrenaline shot his heart into his throat in surprise.
He wasn't alone.
4
No points for guessing correctly who this bright red lump of fur and tails is - the fox curled up in the driver's seat and basking in the warmth of the car since his damn van is still fucked up by the Wardens is none other than Alastor.
His ears turned at hearing the door yanked open, but he didn't pull out of the tight ball he'd curled into - he'd just gotten comfy, using his tails as an extra blanket for his paws and his muzzle!
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"Stop that, you beasts." Edward stoops and manages to pick up two of them. The other three run to the other side of Vox. "Leave him alone, he doesn't need your help!"
Although perhaps he needs Edward's. The flowers constantly blooming are very pretty in the vibrations, but Edward assumes they're not much fun to have popping out of your body.
"If I help you get those off, Vox, may I take them off your hands? My birds seem to like them as a food source."
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Deacon | Fallout 4 | Fae
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He would be slightly ashamed to admit that he's definitely favouring Pontius over Danse or Arcade. Brothers aren't supposed to do that; they're supposed to treat all superior officers equally--and whether they like it or not, all three men have been firmly categorised as 'superior officers' in Max's mind--but he just likes Pontius more than the other two. He isn't entirely aware of it, but in many ways, Pontius reminds him of his long-dead father, or at least, he stirs up the feelings Max wishes he could recall about his own dad.
The Ghoul has not been granted superior officer status. The Ghoul is simply The Ghoul.
So when they enter the crystal field for the first time, Max is trailing along behind Pontius. He's armed himself now, with a basic rifle that has an irritating tendency to sight just a fraction to the left, and he's fussing with it when Pontius enters a ring of crystals and suddenly cries out. Max lifts his head just in time to watch him disappear.
"Sir!" Max is shocked by what he's seen, and hustles into the centre of the ring, where Pontius had just been. "Sir, where..."
His boot catches something and Max goes sprawling. By the time he's scrambled back to his feet, Pontius is flickering in and out of view, like a Pip-Boy screen on the fritz, and Max drops back to his knees next to him.
"It's okay, sir, I've got you." What, exactly, Max is going to do with him remains unknown, as thorns and wings rip free from Pontius's back. One of the thorns catches Max's hand and scratches it open, but Max is too distracted to notice how the scratch heals itself almost instantly, with a flicker of white light. Once it looks like things are done poking out of his back, Max puts a tentative arm around Pontius's shoulders, holding his elbow with his other hand.
"Just breathe. I don't have a cigarette, but we can go find you one."
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Serph | Digital Devil Saga | Celestial / Fae
Serph is always an easy man to spot when not under the effects of an environmental transformation; with six huge, white feathered wings banded with orange and glowing hair and eyes, he's a beacon in any sort of darkness. Though amongst glowing crystals, his own glow doesn't seem so far out of place.
With Nirvana on the horizon, Serph's thoughts are occupied with what that may mean for him. He has been to a Nirvana of his own, where the reality of that sun-blasted world hardly matched his vision of a blue sky and a beach with rolling waves. It feels like walking into yet another trap and yet he can't stop himself from this journey.
If you choose to walk with him through the tunnels of crystals, they reflect his shifting thoughts across their mirrored surface.
Perhaps you see a land of endless rain falling from the darkened heavens, a wasteland of bullet-pocked concrete with dim lights winking in the distance, emanating from buildings in semi-disrepair.
Or perhaps you see a land bathed in harsh yellow, a black sun hanging from a sickly sky. Apartments and cars line the empty streets, statues of humans posed in mimicry of bustling life, mockingly still.
Or perhaps you see a beach, a clear blue sky and gentle waves lapping at the sand, perfectly picturesque at passing glance.
Or perhaps the broken moon calls to you, a vision of things to come...?
04: Light race
Once again, contact with something in this new environment has forced a new transformation upon him (sometimes he wonders why his form changes so often). This time he's kept his feathered wings but instead he's traded the feathers on the rest of his body for fur, black that shimmers silver. Rabbit-like ears have sprouted from his head, so long they brush the ceiling of his vehicle. He's forced to forgo shoes this time as his feet are replaced with large, furry paws.
He watches the bouncing light before him, arms folded. Is it a trap? For all the strangeness of this world, echoes of voices have never been particularly dangerous. Sometimes they have spoken in mysterious riddles to his uncomprehending ear.
Serph currently isn't driving his pickup truck at the moment so he's deliberating on whether to follow on foot or not. When someone else appears with their vehicle, he flags them down with a wave of his arm.
"Are you willing to follow this light? I'll ride with you."
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That is... if this is Serph. She is admittedly making a bit of a guess. But he had said he normally looks like a biblical angel, and well. Certainly the man she spots on the path looks that part. He looks a bit lost in thought though, and for a moment, she wonders if he might not rather be alone.
But then, maybe he needs a listening ear?
"Serph? Is that you?"
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Goro Akechi | Persona 5 Royal | Chimera/Nekomata
[By now, Akechi knows better than to merely grab at the nearest shiny object. When given the chance, he takes his smartphone out to photograph the crystals, to first create a visual catalog.
He keeps a safe distance, observing the shifts in the environment. When a red crystal ignites the ground, he responds by launching blasts of water to quell the flames.]
...Perhaps there's an elemental component, then.
[But that's not satisfying, and when he spots other Drifters either interacting with or harvesting crystals, his own curiosity compels him.]
What have you observed thus far? I'd like to take some samples, but understanding is key.
[He'll need tools, certainly. Tongs? Thicker gloves than what he usually wears, perhaps utilizing his nekomata form for more subtle dexterity.]
B. Visions of Crystal
[This is hardly the first time Akechi's memories and emotions have appeared on reflective surfaces. Whether it's his own mirror image with a sickening smirk pointing a gun at him, the oppressive atmosphere of a politician's office, or the sight of Ren, battered and bruised, at a table in a dark interrogation room, it's all... to be expected, at this point.
He tries to ignore it. Tries keeping his eyes ahead.
But his own memories are one thing. Easily filed a way and disregarded after all this time. The same cannot be said of the moon, which to this day captivates him. In his quest to uncover more answers, he finds himself drawn to one particular image, lurking in the corner of his eye.
The moon, bleeding, a tidal wave of emotions beating down upon him. He grits his teeth, snout wrinkled at the sight. Fear. Regret. His heart rate accelerates. His legs tremble.]
So... this is how it began...
[The vision spreads from surface to surface, the emotions intensifying. He should look away. He should run...
But what if there's something vital here?]
C. Light Race
[Restlessness grips Akechi even more after the vision. When the will-o-wisp calls, he hops on his motorcycle, desperate to channel the pent up feelings somehow.
Others who dare compete will find a highly competitive Akechi revving the engines of his bike and barreling ahead, even when the terrain grows more treacherous and uncanny. Both both speed and durability, he's determined to see it through...
But those observing him may notice the tension in his grip and posture, to say nothing of his ruffled feathers.]
D. Stream
[The stream provides a brief reprieve, and Akechi settles there, drinking the water and catching his breath.
Annoyingly, as a result of drinking the water, his colors have changed. His once iridescent black feathers are now white with rainbow tips. Even the tiger stripes of his legs and feet have multiple hues, with the only saving grace being that his slacks conceal the worst of it. In fact, he almost looks like some fantastical creature that you'd see on garish folder artwork.
Suffice it to say, this leaves him snarling at his own reflection.]
Of all the insufferable changes this world could thrust upon me...
E. Materia Guardian
[Ridiculous colors or not, Akechi hardly intends to hide when the Convoy comes under attack. Once he notices the electric-based attacks, he shifts into his nekomata form. ...Regrettably, it's also been beset with obnoxiously tacky colors.
Not that it matters. He has a job to do, and he starts by summoning Hereward to weaken the nearest Materia Guardian with Debilitate.
Once he's made his move, he calls to those around him.]
If you're weak to electric attacks, stay back! I can heal you, but it would make our lives far simpler if you didn't thrust yourself into the line of fire.
F. Wild Card
[Wanna do something else? Hit me up! DMs are open, or you can contact me on plurk at
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I barely touched the thing and I almost got fried.
[He flexes his fingers slowly, letting out a breath. Then he lowers his goggles, looking at the crystals.]
I don't know if they just react upon contact, but there does seem to be some elemental connections to some of them, if the aura I'm seeing is anything to go by.
Hrmmm....
[He holds his hand out, forming... Well, it's hard to guess when it's of his own design, although thinking it looks like some high-tech electric knife, one wouldn't be far off. With its entirety glowing that neon purple as is the trademark of his mystic-tech, it's a bit hard to differentiate the laser-blade for what it is.
NOW. Is it a good idea to be applying energy to a questionably powered crystal? Only one way to find out!]
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Leo | Undead | OTA
By now, Leo should really know not to touch anything. But sometimes things like crystals are useful - and really, there's so many of them here that avoiding them was going to be difficult anyway.
And it was such a pretty blue; can you blame him?
Now he's back at the convoy, patrolling around the edges of the shield in the last hours before dawn. He's often seen out here at this time, doing what he can to keep the convoy safe before he has to retreat from the sun.
Though he's definitely different from usual; normally he would smile and wave, but now he just passes, with nothing more than a stoic nod.
...Hey, what's that little swirly horn that's growing out the top of his head?
B: Feelin' Blue Part 2 (Turtle Tank)
[[OOC: open to other turtles or anyone who knows the turtles well enough to come into the Tank uninvited!]]
When the sun comes out, Leo can only drive his motorcycle with the sun shield up or retreat to the Turtle Tank. After being up all night, he decides to go back to the Tank.
He sleeps for a bit on his mattress, then by the afternoon he's up again, sitting on one of the seats and polishing his katana or idly flipping through the radio channels. He stays there even after the convoy stops for the evening, which is odd behavior. Usually he goes to the dining hall just to hang out with others; but right now, he's thinking that if he doesn't eat, there's no reason to.
He also doesn't seem to be talking... at all. Hm.
C: Fork in the Road (light race)
Leo's on his Shellhog, stopped at the fork where the will-o-wisp beckons them to the side road. It looks like the harder, but more interesting path. Still, knowing this place, there could be a reward at the end... or a horrible fate.
"This is probably a trap," he announces to whoever is nearby, his voice flat.
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Still, he makes it a point to come down, as much as he'd love to stay longer. But he wants to check in with his brothers. Purposely the Tank's parked closer to the fringes of the Convoy and its shield, and it's just outside of it that the harpy-turtle drops off some green-furred thing. ....does eating dog-fae creatures count as cannibalism..? He certainly hadn't been thinking about that earlier when he'd seen it, and the thought still doesn't occur to him now. At least for the moment it's still in one piece, somewhat alive, even!
"Anyone home?" His claws and talons click against the metal as he enters the Tank on all fours, tucking his wings behind him. His eyes still have a bit of that fever-brightness, that feral edge that always lingers after he takes such excursions, but at least he still remembers words. He grins a sharp, fangy grin as he sees Leo's in, happily padding over.
"Have you eaten? I caught something," he says.
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lol he can't help himself
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Andrew Blur | Summer Sons | Infernal: Cerberus
I. Restless Agitation - purple crystals
[The crystals were new. And so far, they seemed a lot better than raging winds and endless snow, so Andrew would take them. Not literally, of course; he wasn't sure he wanted to get that close to them. So far, he'd been eyeing the small and large clusters from a safe distance, idly scratching under his oil slick black horns.
But despite himself, there was only so long he could hold back from getting a little closer, so he could take a better look. And, of course, looking closer eventually led him to reaching out to poke one of the crystals. The very second that he did, the second his fingertip make contact, a bolt of lightning streaked down out of the sky and struck the tree closest to him.
Andrew's reaction was very understandable, all things considered; he screamed and backpedaled from both the tree and the crystal. If he didn't keel over in the next five seconds, he was probably going to survive the fright. His heart hammered in his chest and he was not, in fact, feeling any calmer as time went on. In fact, he continued to feel restless and like he might bolt at any second.]
Jesus Christ.
[He exhaled the words more than said them, one clawed hand pressed against his chest like that could slow his pulse back down to normal.]
II. Crystal Visions - new Cerberus trait activation depending on the character(s) who reply - also cw for the potential for mentions of a dead animal
[These crystals were different, looked different, different location--but that didn't mean Andrew was getting too close to these. He still remembered what had happened with the purple crystals and he wasn't in a hurry to repeat something like that.
It didn't matter if he kept his distance from them or not though, because as the sun started to set, and he lingered around the crystals, looking at them and everything else around him, the crystals started to show things that weren't actually there.
They showed the house in Tennessee, the old Craftsman that had never been able to become Andrew's home, not really, lawn and plants withered in the summer heat. The crystal images didn't linger there for long though, before moving on. There was a glimpse of Riley, a wiry young man, glasses, an undercut, a scar across his nose. Then things shifted again.
Next was Sam, a man a few years older than Andrew, a little taller, with broader shoulders and more muscle, stubble on his jaw and puppy dog brown eyes. The same brown eyes as Riley, if the flicker of him hadn't gone by so fast. Same dimples, too. Sam's hair was buzzed short under his snap-back, a grin on his handsome face.
Things shifted, blurred slightly, then Sam's voice, Southern accent heavier than Andrew's had ever been, would ever be, “Hey, princess, you here?”
Andrew thought he should look away, probably. He'd learned not to trust most things here. And yet, he kept looking all the same. And things shifted again, night in the woods, muted moonlight illuminating the dark lines of ink on Sam's pale back, all spiny, feathery patterns, stretching up over the tops of his shoulders while the lower brambles disappeared under the waistband of his shorts. And between those lines were a scattered bunch of thin white scars.
He remembered that night, and his face flushed. That had been the night he'd gone to sleep (again) and woken up in Revan. Good thing the crystals didn't show him, the mess he'd been, the bruises all over his face and hands and other places, the gore on his clothes. But Sam, with his phone held aloft while he used the flashlight feature, was fortunately the only thing shown.]
III. Light Race
[This was probably a bad idea. There were so many reasons this was probably a bad idea. And yet Andrew did it anyway. It'd been so long since he'd had any kind of race, and even if it was chasing after a wisp of light, speeding over ground that kept breaking away far too close, this was still a race. He handled it well, better than he had the last real race he'd had back in Tennessee, though there had been extenuating circumstances that led to his abysmal loss. Namely the revenant.
But there was no revenant here. There was just Andrew and the Hellcat and the wisp. He made it to the end, adrenaline pumping, heart racing, and for a moment he didn't get out of his car, just sat there and breathed. Until he could pry his hands off the steering wheel and open the door. Sliding out, he looked around at where he was. The wisp was gone, but he could hear the fading sound of its laughter.
This time, he was hesitant to approach the white crystals, after everything crystals had done before. Why would white ones be better? But maybe someone else had also managed to make it through the race, and they could offer insight as to whether or not the crystals were dangerous.]
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*so when he's doing a sweep of the area and one goes off, he's both on guard and jumpy enough to want to get the hell away from them - but there's another dude who literally looked like the thing fried him into being a jittery mess*
*light footed for being a ninja, Raph makes sure to make some actual footfall noise so not to spook the dude more*
You alright? That was a close one.
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Joseph Kavinsky | The Raven Cycle | Elemental: Fire Genasi
I. Fire and Flames - red crystals - new elemental traits activation
[The weather starting to warm up again was a welcome change. It made it easier for Kavinsky to wander away from the convoy a little to explore the new landscape without worrying too much about his cuccos, left back with his car (with a scattering of corn to keep them occupied and happy for a bit). He also didn't have to worry about becoming a Popsicle while he looked around, and that was always nice.
What also seemed nice were the crystals that were growing up out of the ground. They seemed to be everywhere, and in a variety of colors. Naturally, Kavinsky was curious, and he wasn't afraid of crystals, so he went right up to one of the taller red ones, leaning in to get a better look, admiring its reflective surface. In hindsight, reaching out to touch it probably wasn't his best idea--but it wasn't his worst, either.
The moment his hand, semi-translucent and flickering with the shapes of flames all the way to halfway up to his elbows, made contact with the crystal, it shot flames up into the air. He didn't flinch, didn't even move, actually just kept his hand on the crystal while his eyes flicked upwards to track the fire. They were more than close enough for him to feel the heat of them, and yet when the crystal shot out more flames, directly at him this time, it didn't even hurt. He thought it should have, for a second, but then that thought was gone.
Stepping back from the crystal, he snagged the flames it'd spewed at him in his control, turning his hands palm up as the flames darted around over his arms, like they'd wanted to hurt him and were now upset they hadn't managed that. Without a second thought, he didn't extinguish the fire; he absorbed it, pulled it into himself, into his skin. It disappeared in an instant, and then the rush hit him, his adrenaline soaring, and he started laughing.
He touched the crystal again; again it shot out flames, but he was ready for it this time. He caught the flames midair, pulling them into him, and then again, keeping these flames spiraling around him in the air. He was maybe more than a bit of a concerning sight, should anyone come across him, laughing next to a crystal sparking flames, with flames all around him, in danger of scorching the nearby trees.]
II. Crystal Visions - cw: mention of drugs and underage drinking
[Kavinsky had zero percent more restraint with these crystals than he did with the first ones. Sure, the first ones, the red crystals, would've been really bad...for someone not him. And sure, there could be a variety of other terrible effects waiting to happen from messing around with the crystals or even just getting too close to them. 'Caution' wasn't really in his dictionary, though 'reckless' definitely was.
He didn't have to do anything reckless this time for something to happen. He just walked, keeping an eye on the crystals out of the corner of his eye to make sure they didn't do anything fishy. At first, he thought the movement he saw was just the setting sun reflecting off the crystals, but then he saw movement again. It wasn't the sun.
Turning to face the nearest crystals, he stepped closer. There was Ronan, shirtless in the summer heat, stretched out along the hood of Kavinsky's car, the perspective of the view implying Kavinsky was sitting next to him on the hood, leaning against the windshield. Ronan's tattoo, stark against his pale skin, was a complex, intricate thing, spreading from shoulders to hips.
Then, as he looked, the crystal images shifted, like they were shuffling through his thoughts--and they were. It was different moments of Ronan at first, roughly the same age as Kavinsky, hair buzzed short, handsome whether he was grinning or scowling, eyes a cold blue. Images cycled by, Ronan behind the wheel of his BMW, flipping Kavinsky off, Ronan at school in his Aglionby uniform, his tie a mess, Ronan showing up at one of Kavinsky's parties, his face illuminated by the light of a bonfire.
When things shifted again, other teen boys were shown in the crystals instead. One tall, hair also buzzed but a lighter color, shoulders uneven, laughing with a beer bottle in one hand. Another, tall and broad shouldered, blonde hair, ice blue eyes, who looked either like a high school football player or like he was thinking about the fastest way to crack someone in half. The next two came together, leaning against each other as they laughed hysterically at something unknown, both dark haired, one a few inches taller than the other, both looking like they genuinely needed the support.
Kavinsky watched, quiet, and there was something wistful in his expression. Longing. Different than the way he'd watched the images of Ronan. He missed Ronan too, but these were his friends; he missed them more.]
III. Micro: Calming Flowers - cw: vague drug/alcohol mention
[You know what Kavinsky struggled with a good chunk of the time, and why he resorted to chemical assistance more often than not? Feeling calm and settled, relaxed. Like the weight of the world wasn't on his shoulders and threatening to drag him down and crush him.
He'd gone over to the flowers first out of curiosity, because they were pretty, and he wasn't the kind of person to just ignore a pretty flower--even if maybe ignoring some things in this place might be a good idea. The flowers smelled good, too, and then he crouched down to gently pick one, well. That sealed the deal.
Crouching went to sitting, as he smelled the flower. Eventually, sitting became sprawling on the ground. His sunglasses came out of his pocket, dark lenses and white frames, and he slid them on. Yeah. This was nice. And he'd still be there, just like that, if anyone else happened to wander by.]
Hey, man. Have you stopped and smelled the flowers lately?
[He sounded either a little drunk or high when he asked, though he was neither, and he was grinning like he'd just told an excellent joke.]
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He'd been a little.... Well, that was thing thing, really. Donnie wasn't sure what it was about Leo's behavior that was bothering him. But it was bothering him, even though his brother had said he wasn't mad at him or anything. It had to be something though, and he couldn't figure out what.
Kavinsky's greeting was a strange one, receiving an odd look as the turtle-harpy arched a brow. Not that he had much experience with drunk or high people, so at best, all he could register was that Kavinsky seemed a bit off, himself. Just...not the way Leo was.]
What sort of flowers are they?
[Flowers, plants. At least those were always something Donnie was interested in. Or at least back home he was. He'd learned to be cautious about plants here, but at least not all of them were out to eat them or something, and the flower Kavinsky held looked innocuous enough. And then he caught a whiff of the perfumey scent, wandering closer.
He'd been so drawn in by the shiny crystals he'd completely missed that there were flowers. What was it about that smell?]
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R0-GR | Star Wars
[Roger returned to Revan exactly the way he left it, in a half-spider body, the Swarm sigil still in bright yellow over his chest. However, it was not the form Revan had in mind for him on his second go.
All he notices at first is that the new machinery of his body is starting to fail as spontaneously as it appeared. Primarily the auxiliary engine in his arachnid abdomen, which has been supplying the power necessary to move his now much larger body, is suddenly failing. When he's attached to his drider lower half, he is sluggish and exhausted. The Swarm logo on his chest has conspicuously begun rusting over.
So one will often find him having set up an impromptu workbench right outside of his van, completely separated from his lower have, using his four hands to crawl around and grab the tools he needs. His robotic thorax sits propped on a stool, its casing unbolted, leaving the mechanical innards, distorted by the Moon Warps so that the droid himself cannot understand the technology, plainly visible. Usually, he has one of the crystals the Convoy has come across in a set of tongs, held in a hand with an oven mitt, trying to haphazardly jam one into some kind of socket.
On some rare occassions, while taking a short break during his "repairs" on his body, he'll be using some kind of brush to scrub off one specific part of his chest that the unnatural rust is overtaking, seemingly an unintended casualty of the disappearance of his Swarm sigil: the Trade Federation emblem on his chest, a faint gray imprint much smaller than the bright, centered Swarm sigil.]
STAGE 2: THE COCOON
(Open only to one drifter)
[Just over a week after Roger has returned to the Convoy, he disappears again. This time, however, he has not simply vanished from Revan. Instead, spurred on by some primal, uncontrollable instinct, he has run off.
About another week later, one drifter might happen upon the Cocoon. An imperfectly spherical structure made of thick walls of spider web, about ten meters in diameter, tucked into some nook in a cavern just ahead of the Convoy. From within the cocoon, one will hear what sounds like the whirring of power tools, accompanied by the faint flashes of light that are able to make their way through the walls of the cocoon.
Yet, if the Drifter approaches the chrysalis, the whirring and signs of life from within the pupa will cease, and a few seconds later, a clawed robotic hand will puncture through its wall.]
STAGE 3: THE BUTTERFLY
[Once he has emerged from the cocoon, there is a brief time where Roger feels normal again. His eyes are different now, and he still has his mandibles along with new clawed hands, but his shape is now solidly humanoid. A new sigil has appeared, now on his hip. It's the same foreboding symbol of a skull that Jayce had. But Roger decides not to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Even better, an encounter with a moon shard briefly gives him a Geonosian's wings and the ability to fly. It is a change he takes with jubilant, often soaring around the Convoy simply because he can. Occasionally, as he pays more attention to the rush of flying than he does to his surroundings, his metal form will occasionally brush up against a drifter at high speed. Noticing the collision, he will turn around and land, rushing to the drifter he's just grazed.]
Eeegh. Sorry! Uh, are you all right?
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She just watches for a bit, from a respectable distance, fascinated by the sight unfolding. He (She? It? How does one gender a robot?) seems to have everything under control, but still, if he is here, he must be part of the convoy too. Just like she is. And convoy members get helped. Because if there is one thing Lucy is good at, it's being a valued community member.]
Hi. Do you need any assistance?
[She might not be familiar with a robot like him, but she had gone through her fair share of pre-war tech manuals. And at the very least, she could use her pip-boy's flashlight function.]
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Lucy Maclean | Fallout | Fae (Pooka)
Lucy is still pretty fresh off the moon warp, and she is currently dedicated to one mission in particular: Meet Everybody In The Convoy.
After all, everybody is meant to travel to Nirvana together. And wouldn't that be done most easily if there is a certain level of trust and cooperation between everybody? Maybe they don't all need to be friends -- except Lucy also desperately wants to befriend everybody -- but surely a certain baseline of knowledge about everybody else would be most helpful. That's the way things work in the Vault and Lucy has always strived to be a valued member of any community she is a part of.
So, whether out on the crystal-lined paths outside or around the convoy itself, if Lucy happens to spot a new face -- well, new to her, at least --, she will be making her way over, a bright smile on her face, a pep in her step and a hand extended in greeting. She has the energy of a social butterfly on the prowl, an extrovert on the hunt for an introvert to adopt, and if she's got you in her V.A.T.S, you are not getting away.
"Hi, my name is Lucy Maclean."
[ii. Mushrooms]
So. Eating strange mushrooms you just found in the forest is probably not a good idea.
But. They just look so tasty.
Honestly, Lucy wouldn’t be able to tell you what compelled her to pluck one of the ruby-red mushrooms. Ever since the Convoy entered the crystal forest, her body has been subject to all manner of strange sensations. There is an energy that buzzes just underneath her skin that compels her to leave her vehicle whenever she can and just walk. Most of the time, she doesn’t even have a direction in mind, but she just needs to be out here, among the crystals and trees. Even here, she still feels a little restless, like there are subtle currents arcing along her nerves, but its better than inside.
So plucking and eating the weird mushroom? Just another strange thing in her strange life right now.
She bites into the slightly spongy texture without really thinking about it. The taste is… not bad, honestly. Slightly sweet, even! So it's not the taste that suddenly has her stiffening and dropping the mushroom. Instead, a sudden burning sensation spreads along the shells of her ears, painful enough that Lucy ends up clapping her hands over the affected skin. Underneath her fingers, her ears start to stretch and stretch and stretch, moving upwards. Soon, fine fur starts sprouting along the newly elongated skin in a shade that closely resembles the colour of her hair. And before too long, there stands Lucy Maclean, a pair of rabbit ears sticking out from between her hair, twitching and flicking slightly in the breeze.
"...Oh fudge."
[iii. Visions] (cw: descriptions of fallout ghouls)
Lucy already had already seen how the surface of the crystals could reflect things that weren’t there. So when her own reflection starts to waver and shift, she isn’t entirely surprised. She is, honestly, a bit curious. The crystals had shown Serph visions of his world. Could they do the same for her? Even if it’s just a reflection in a crystal, she wouldn’t mind seeing her little brother’s face. Or even just her Vault itself, with its protective metal ceilings and comforting walls.
Instead, she is soon faced with the reflection of a young woman. Much like Lucy herself, the woman is dressed in a blue jumpsuit, her hair curling and dancing around her shoulders. There is something soft along the edges of the vision of the woman in the crystal — as if she’s lit from behind by a bright light. Her arms open wide, inviting.
Closer.
Come closer.
It’s okay. Just come closer.
Lucy’s fingers tremble slightly as she reaches for the vision, but the moment her fingertips brush against the smooth surface, the reflection of the woman breaks, leaving only a withered husk of a person behind. Her hair, now brittle, clings to a skull that is as much exposed bone as it is scarred flesh, jaws snapping mindlessly at empty air. A twisted facsimile of life.
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Apart from Rose Maclean, other visions flit across the surface of the crystals too.
Sometimes it’s visions of a massive crater in the middle of the ruins of a city (ruins that might be familiar to some). The remains of old cars, sat at the very edge of the crater, give a sense of the sheer size of it. Something very destructive happened here.
Other times, it’s Lucy’s own reflection, but rather than the blue vault suit she usually wears, in these reflections, she is wearing a bloodstained wedding dress.
[iv. Playtime]
And at yet other times, Lucy can be found with a small ball of light darting along her fingers and hand, very clearly trying to coax her along the path and towards the race. And gosh, her face betrays that she very much would love to play with these little things. Is that a good idea, just following fae sprites to god knows where? Probably not! But Lucy will still do it.
There is just one thing stopping her.
"I’m sorry, I can’t play with you. I don’t have anything quick enough to race."
The vehicle she was given was cute and homey, but its neither tough nor fast. Perhaps you could give her a hand? Don’t you want to make her and the sprites happy? Surely nothing bad could happen here!
[ooc: if you’d rather not deal with the descriptions of Fallout ghouls, feel free to interrupt Lucy before she can touch the crystal! Also, I can match your style, so tag however you want.]
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And, of course, it's a remarkably unfortunate scene to step in on. But he'd feel worse for stepping back into the crystalline foliage without a word, so. He cautiously clears his throat, instead.
"Ah... Sorry. Someone you knew?"
Who turned into a ghoul. And not a well-kept one, either. The sympathetic grimace is audible in his tone.
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Negan Smith | The Walking Dead: Dead City | Wereleopard
[ The crystal growths of varying colors was new. Something that he did not trust. There were green crystals along the side of the road and he was trying to ignore the gusts of wind that seemed to rock his jeep. Something that has him stopping, to see if it was a fluke or not. The feelings that came with that gust of wind didn't help either.
Pulling over to the side of the road he narrows his eyes and slips out of the jeep, eyes on those crystals even as he keeps a firm hand on his jeep's door. ]
[ Light Race ]
[ Hearing those words has him narrowing his eyes. Of course, his jeep was pretty damn tough and could take on the terrain before them. Which meant that if there were those who had vehicles that couldn't handle it? Then he'd be able to help them along the way.
Leaning his head out the window slightly he looks behind him. ]
If you need help, tell me, and I'll get us through this shit.
[ Even if it was someone he wasn't fond of, which he hasn't found yet, he'd help them. ]
[ Along the Stream ]
[ It was nice to come along a glittering stream. Did he really trust it? No, not particularly. It seemed that the stream was crashing off those damn shards, a rainbow of colors coming off in sprays of water.
Eyes stare into the water for a moment before he looks toward whoever is close to him. ]
Have you drank any of the water yet?
[ Did a part of him want to? Yes. Was he going to? No. ]
[ Wildcard ]
[ See anything else you want go ahead and toss it at me. ]
Stream
Looking up, he used his other hand to push his white-framed sunglasses up to perch them in his hair.]
Nah. This is a little too literal of a way to taste the rainbow for me.
[He grinned.]
Unless you offer me a really good bet to drink some.
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Paladin Danse | Fallout 4 | Werewolf
II. Crystal Visions | How Can Anyone Have Confidence In Me Anymore?
III. Flowers | Strange How the Commonwealth Changes So Much At Night
IV. Wildcard
II
[That doesn't mean he's unaware of how they affect other people, though, and when he finds Danse in the middle of a field of crystals, staring at one with all his might, Edward can piece together what's happening. He approaches on Danse's side, and gently loops one of his arms through Danse's.]
Do you want to talk about what you're seeing?
[If not, they don't have to! Edward is happy to stand here and offer silent emotional support as well.]
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Levi | Fear & Hunger 2: Termina | Infernal
Levi has made a mistake. Despite refusing to acknowledge it, he does like turning into a dog and running through the woods sometimes. But that made him thirsty so he stopped to drink from a stream and that...was a mistake. Maybe he should have been more careful with all of the colored water. And he's not sure if turning back will make it better, worse or just be weird skin colors so he doesn't want to find out, so you can find the multicolored hellhound around the edges of the convoy until his fur fades back to black.
01/02
The crystals were kind of fascinating. Pretty and with weird effects that he should probably be careful of. But since he accidentally stepped into a circle of them and changed some he's been able to handle them a little easier. He hasn't exactly figured out how to use them, since sometimes they let off some sort of elemental blast and sometimes he seems to...absorb the energy? He can be found standing (in a half-formed fae circle that he hasn't noticed) examining a green one in his hands. He currently has a prehensile rat-tail that's holding a bundle of other colored crystals. If he's careful he can drain the element out and point it where he wants it...
03 CW: Child Abuse, Institutional Abuse, possibly torture
Funger2 is not a nice game
Reflective surfaces in this place could be dangerous. Levi remembers the water showing him memories he'd rather not dwell on, so its no surprise the crystals show the same. He'd avoid them if he could but there are just so many... As he passes by them images form and he does his very best to ignore them and not dwell on it.
Some are of a school yard with a gallows, complete with noose, in the center of it. Children play and hang out in it as this were normal. Others are of the school itself, children and nuns moving through it. One is of Levi in what appears to be a dungeon cell, curled in upon himself with one arm chained to the wall.
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Hit me up for anything else. Instead of his normal dog-boy Levi will be sporting the rat!pooka look most of the month.
Maggie Rhee | The Walking Dead: Dead City
[It's the flowers that spring up amongst the formations that draw Maggie in more than the crystals. The mushrooms too, to a lesser extent. They're certainly attractive enough between the pleasant smell of the flowers and the sheen on the mushrooms. She plucks one of the flowers and rolls it experimentally between her fingers, releasing the calming scent into the air. It somehow vaguely reminds her of home.
She's seemingly lost in thought when movement from one of the crystals catches her eye. A reflection, she thinks at first, probably signalling someone's approach, but no. As it catches her gaze, she realizes the image within is home. The farm that her family lived and worked for some hundred and fifty years before it fell. She leans back on her heels, elbows on her knees as she studies the reflection intently.]
2. Sky Lights
[It's pretty here at night, Maggie thinks, with the light from the crystals refracting into the sky. It's not lost on her, though, that doesn't necessarily mean it's safe. It's hard to remember the last time she felt truly safe. At least in a way that stuck for any length of time, instead of just brief reprieves from active danger while waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Her dreams take a strange turn under the lights. She dreams of home. Of Glenn, of Hershel, of family and friends long gone. The dreams she has come to expect over the years. Then of a field of crystals, a broken moon, and a rapid overgrowth. It's enough to jar her awake from where she was dozing in the cab of the truck. She peers out the windshield up at the night sky and lets out a sigh. A walk to clear her head, she decides, is probably not a bad thing.
She stretches as she clambers out of the truck, quietly closing the door behind her. She doesn't wander too far from the convoy, without sufficient motivation, she prefers not to stray too far from safety. She won't object to anyone who chooses to interrupt her.]
3. Cu Sith
[It's again the plants that have caught Maggie's attention when the creature attacks. For half a second, she thinks she can hear them, but it doesn't make sense. Plants don't make noise, but she could swear that's where indistinct sound is coming from. It's not the moment to spend much time thinking about it, though, as the dog takes flight towards her, ears flapping to keep it airborne. She dives out of the way to avoid being struck by the beast, and quickly pulls one of the knives from her belt to throw at it. The attempt goes wide, and it doesn't do much except provide a distraction, but it buys enough time for her to shift into her canine form. The Cu Sith attacks again, colliding with her as it charges through the air. Maggie lets out a howl as it manages to snap its jaws shut around her foreleg, and she snaps at one of its long ears in return.]
3. Cu Sith
Of course, where there's one there's normally another. Something that gets a low growl out of him and he doesn't hesitate to hit it with Lucille 2.0. Doesn't hesitate to hit that button to send electricity through its body.
He doesn't want to have to go full leopard, but he will if it comes down to it. ]
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Jack Russell | Werewolf By Night | Yokai
The crystal forest is pretty, in an abstract way. Also surprisingly quiet and almost safe-seeming, for most of it. Especially since for once, it appears to not be storming! Jack spends the whole month with thumbs. This is amazing, as far as he's concerned.
He does, however, experience other inconveniences.
At odd moments and usually unexpectedly, his loses all feeling in his body and becomes intangible. The one time he was driving at the time is harrowing. He also spends a whole evening trying to pick up needles and thread in his little tailor shop, making frustrated noises when his hands pass right through them.
And one memorable morning he steps out of the convoy from breakfast, aiming for his van, and he quite suddenly shrinks down to the size of a mouse. He spends a while running around trying squeakily to get people's attention so he's not left behind when the convoy leaves. Someone come find him and pick him up? Or almost step on him, that's fine, too. He's very good at dodging and then clinging to people's feet if he must.
II. Light Race
Jack's car is Tough. It also handles like a brick, so while he attempts the race, he spends more of it attached to other cars trying to pull them out of places than actually forging paths or leading the way.
"I've got chains, I can hook onto your car!" he calls to someone stuck in one of the crumbling sections.
III. Materia Guardians
Jack still isn't a fighter. He has, however, collected a lot of weird little skills around here. He lets the van drive itself-- it's still disturbingly sentient-like, these days-- while he climbs on top and catches those static charges himself, so they can't hurt anyone or damage any cars: living lightning rod. He doesn't do any damage to the monsters, but he hopefully makes it easier for other people to fight them.
Also, he winds up looking like he went through the drier without any static protection, with all the fur on his tails and all his hair standing on end. Feel free to take out some of the stress of a battle by laughing at him.
I /Tumbles in late with Starbucks
"Jack?"
...Thankfully, she recognizes him and stops short of actually hitting him- God knows how far a Slayer would kick the poor guy by accident.
"Holy crap, I 'bout launched you. The hell happened?"
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Maximus | Fallout | Celestial Angel
Beautiful things are in a very short supply in the Wasteland; Max thinks he can count on one hand the times he's come across something naturally beautiful and pristine in the desert. There's certainly nothing like these crystals, looming and towering like the rocks strewn around the Mojave, but glittering and lovely instead of dusty and wearing away to sand. Max wanders between them, awestruck by their colours and majesty.
He finds a green crystal, and for whatever reason, it draws his attention more than the others. Maybe it's that he simply hasn't seen very many green things in his life, and the colour is interesting for its uniqueness. Maybe it's something else entirely, some strange draw he can't explain. Either way, he approaches and lays a hand on it.
The crystal is smooth under his fingers, and he doesn't notice the way a sudden breeze picks up around him and ruffles his feathers.
III: Visions
Of course it was too good to be true. Of course things can't just be pretty and have that be good enough.
Max has a pocket full of green crystals by now, little shards he's carefully carved away from the larger ones, and in a search for deeper shades of green, he's wandered into a ring of crystals that start reflecting back at him. At first, he thinks it's just his own reflection, caught out of the corner of his eye. But then a crystal reflects another man, and Max stops dead in his tracks. He stares as the other man--smiling, laughing, living--flickers across the surface of the stone, and when the reflection jumps from one crystal to another, Max follows helplessly. Soon a woman joins the man; the two of them link hands and move deeper into the field of looming stones, with Max hot on their heels.
"Wait!"
They don't wait, and only lead him to another circle, this one with crystals so tall they lean inwards, blocking the sky. Then the couple disappear, and other things swim up from deep within the crystals: an enormous hole in the ground, deep and yawning, with a faded, tilted sign reading Shady Sands before it; a pink monstrosity lunging up from dark waters, its gaping mouth filled with tendrils that are actually human fingers, all that remain of what it used to be; a battlefield, soldiers in great metal suits running before a tattered banner, ruthlessly putting down the unarmoured people opposing them.
This, and so much more, bubbling away under the surface of the crystals. Max watches, helpless, and time passes. Eventually, a vision starts to repeat itself, the image rising again and again amongst the others: a small glass vial, containing what looks like a glowing piece of blue rice. It comes again and again, even in places where it makes no sense, until all the crystals reflect back the glowing diode.
The crystals in Max's pocket shift.
Without thinking, he puts his hand in his pocket to still them, and feels smooth, cold glass. Dread rises in his throat as he pulls it out of his pocket to investigate.
"Oh, no..."
V: Materia Guardian
An intelligent, sensible person would know well enough to leave the crystals alone, at this point. Max would not, however, describe himself as particularly intelligent or sensible, and when he sees the spidery beings flicker across the crystals, he moves back into the field of them. This time, though, he's brought his rifle.
He follows the light, ready for a battle. He's unaware that the sigil between his shoulder blades, which has entwined itself with the scar already there, has started glowing with white light, so bright it's visible through his jacket.
V - stakes a claim on more of your inbox
Before he can get too far though, she steps in, wrapping two firm hands on the front of his jacket to drag him in for a kiss. This is not one of the sweet and gentle kisses they normally share. This one is more firm and, if not lined with outright fear, then at least based in a good amount of concern; it's a 'don't you dare fucking die or get hurt' kiss if there ever was one. And unbeknownst to Lucy, she pouring more than just feeling into the kiss. Under the cover of her jumpsuit, the sigil on her thigh thrums, drawing any bit of bad luck in Max to her, exchanging their fortunes.
When she pulls back, she looks up at him, her eyes wide but firm, brooking no argument. Her long ears are flat, close to her skull. "For good luck. But if it becomes too much, we run, okay?"
Unless, of course, there is someone else in trouble, in which case they will both bravely and stupidly make a stand. Like the pair of good-hearted idiots they are.
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Leonardo | End of February/early march
He doesn't really get it, or why that happens. All he knows is, he's been kind of a jerk.
So their last few days in the crystals finds Leo giving sheepish grins to anyone who caught the brunt of his bad attitude over the last couple weeks.
"Uh... hey?"
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That's fine though, because he still has some things to finish up, and he's not sure how much he'd slacked on doing things after the flower incident, but he's making up for it now.
There'd been the sound of hammering at the forge earlier, a sure sign of Donnie at work. One last segment finished, and then he can put things together and call Andrew's staff done. At least by the time Leo comes across him, he's done with the noisy part, carefully assembling the pieces. He looks up, blinking over at Leo, hesitant.
"...hey..."
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curse my lack of a hugging icon!
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