paradise | multifandom rp | o&a

[guar]

𝙹 𝙰 𝚅 𝙸 𝙴 𝚁
| male | tagged; max |

”Aw, come on, I’m sure your David is better than mine.” He chuckled, shaking his head. However, the relatively cheerful demeanour that Javier had began to falter when he was asked if he was still in contact with the family. He shifted his feet awkwardly and cast his glance elsewhere, ”Er...no. I’m, uh...It’s not possible to be in contact with most of them now.” He replied, a frown forming on his lips as he sighed softly. He decided against mentioning the deaths for now without any reason to, he didn’t want to start putting a dampener on the conversation, after all, and there was no reason so far to mention what had happened to them unless Max asked why he wasn’t in contact with them anymore. The baseball player dismissed the thoughts of lost family and instead focused his attention on what the boy was saying. His opinion on camps was incredibly different that what Javier was expecting.

The Richmond leader remained silent to allow Max to have his rant about camps, it was bizarre to think somebody could think so negatively of them. To Javier, you were lucky if you were in a camp with other people and you were given food and a safe place to stay. The mention of parents confused him, though, but he decided against pondering on that point for too long. The activities sounded like they wouldn’t be so bad, either, if it managed to keep people occupied rather than worrying. Although, of course, Javier was thinking of this as a leader of a settlement, not a kid who was sent to one. He supposed differing opinions were to be expected, it could become pretty boring for a kid after all. He knew for sure that Gabe and Mari were easily bored when they were either stuck in one place or stuck in the van when they were travelling; this experience with the two helped Javier somewhat sympathise with Max’s complaints regarding camps, it made sense why activities and bad food would spoil somebody’s perspective on a place, although he also took the state of the world into consideration. Anywhere with walls and food was good enough for Javier.

”Hey, look on the bright side, huh? At least you got food and a place to stay, right? Listen, Max, I know plenty of people nowadays who would kill for something like that. The activities help you ignore it all, yeah? And the food is always a plus, even if it tastes terrible.” He smiled, shrugging his shoulders as he tried to think of the positives of staying in a camp, although he, admittedly, never had to experience one before in his youth. ”Stealing a car, huh? That’s pretty useful, knowing how to do that.” Javier commented before he shook his head, ”It’s not that easy alone. I mean, I’ve never had to deal with it before, but I’ve met people who have.” His thoughts instantly shifted over to Clementine. She must have been the toughest kid he had ever met, that was for sure. He couldn’t imagine what it was like for her when she was alone with nobody but AJ.

”You’re ten?” Javier repeated incredulously, eyes widening before he shook his head and convinced himself to focus on what else was said, besides, he roughly estimated the boy to be a pre-teen. ”Smart is good. Keeps you and other people alive. It’s not hard to outsmart the muertos, though. It’s the people that cause the problems.” His tone was light-hearted but that didn’t make his statement untrue. It wasn’t hard to deal with muertos if they were in small numbers, the biggest threat had to be other survivors. Finally, Max seemed to be finished with explaining the camp he was staying in, and Javier realised it was probably best that he return the favour and explain Richmond. Sure, it wasn’t a camp, but it was close enough, right? ”I’m not from a stupid camp, no.” He shook his head, ”I’m a leader of the New Frontier. Mainly based in Richmond, though. Er, it’s not that similar to a camp but I guess the basics are. It’s a place to stay. We got food, water, medicine, walls. Enough to keep the muertos out, at least. There were leaders before me but it’s just me now.” Javier explained, neglecting to mention the fact that he was responsible for the deaths and disappearances of most of the former leaders.

[Ghostarriver]

ℚ𝕣𝕠𝕨
RWBY♠️Huntsman♠️40s♠️Tags: Lygad
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”Is it now?” Qrow inquired, wondering what exactly Lygad meant by 'welsh', it wasn't an identity he was aware of. Something to do with a country most likely, but not one he was aware existed in Remnant, and Qrow had pretty much been everywhere in Remnant. Including places he wasn't supposed to have gone.
”Well, the Branwen tribe has men and women in it so, it's a fifty fifty chance of it working out for you I guess... besides, I managed to rock a skirt back in the day, I could pass off as a woman if I wanted.” Though he still hated Tai for lying to him about the uniform, it turned out people had still appreciated his legs anyway, so it hadn't been a total loss.

Seeing Lygad start to go turn pale all of a sudden, Qrow raised a brow and the lack of answer to his voiced concern.
"Are you feeling okay? Do you have a fever or something?” Qrow reiterated his worries, frowning slightly. He really hoped it wasn't his fault if Lygad had ended up with some kind of virus or something. Perhaps would be better if he just ended the conversation here and went off on his own again, so he wasn't causing the boy any more trouble. Then again, it'd be quite inconsiderate of him to just abandon the boy, it could be a while before either of them found someone else to talk to and Qrow may have been a little worried for what could be lurking in the shadows that could cause Lygad some serious harm.
The title of 'uncle' really did seem appropriate sometimes.

"I have no clue,” Qrow confessed, with a shrug. "One minute I'm dreaming of a really nice place, for once, and the next, I'm telling a kid I want to stay and waking up here. It's like Salem's got a hold of this place or something... you haven't seen any Grimm around have you?”

[grey matter]

sebastian debeste - 20s - male - ace attorney - tags: open

Sebastian had no clue what just happened.
This wasn't Japanifornia.
He stumbled around the island he had wandered in awe in his dream, somehow in the clothes he normally wore during the day.
He looked to see if there were any locals. Perhaps someone else would know what's going on.

[Ploegy]

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16 | Male | Splatoon | Tagged: Beatrice

Humming softly to himself as he moved along, Blue couldn't help but feel bothered by the silence. It was strange given how much time he actually spent alone during his missions. The only time he truly had contact was when Agents 1 and 2 decided to talk to him via the radio but that was it. Those times out in the line of combat were some of the quietest moments he had ever been put through and yet he supposed that was the reason he was bothered by it all. It reminded him of all those times and the many dangers he had been put through in order to save the Great Zapfish. Many of those memories weren't pleasant to him yet he had to keep quiet about them more times than not. It was hard to keep such anxiety in check on his own yet nobody ever seemed to notice how bad it actually was even those close to him were far too distracted by his joyful demeanor to notice how his agent duties had truly effected him. The only one he could truly confide in was Agent 4 given that she too had suffered through similar trials as he did albeit her personality and way of coping with such things was far different than his was. Actually, he could hardly stand talking with her given their differences. She always blamed things on him anyways and ended up making him feel much worse than he needed thus he rarely let her on to his feelings either.

Thinking of this fellow agents made him think that maybe he should test the radio system. It might be possible for him to communicate with them even though he was in Inkopolis or Octo Canyon. Reaching for the squid phone that was tucked away in a pouch on his belt, Blue pulled it out and began tapping at the screen. Little did he know at that moment he was being watched though. He paid very little mind to his surroundings as he attempted to set up the connection. To his dismay all he got in return was white noise. The sound was far too irritating for him to listen to for very long. Actually it caused his nose to wrinkle in annoyance. "You've got to be squidding me," he mumbled under his breath. It was at this moment Beatrice's voice cut through the sound and caught his attention. Freezing in place, the inkling perked up and quickly looked around. How could he be so careless not to notice someone approaching him? If this were Octo Canyon he could have easily been taken down for such a careless mistake. Maybe he really was slipping from his top form. It was something Agent 4 had told him before. Maybe he should believe her.

Tapping the screen of his phone a couple of times he ended the radio signal and slipped the device away into its pouch. Turning his head to look in Bea's direction, Blue was taken back by what he saw. He actually wasn't sure what he was looking at. She clearly wasn't an inkling like himself nor was she an octoling either. Actually, she didn't looked like any creature he had ever seen before. In some ways she had a similar appearance to himself, but there were plenty of clear differences that he could pick out upon first glance. It made him wonder what exactly she was. Looking past her appearance though he noticed the stick in her hands. He assumed it was a weapon of sorts and he reached for the gun at his hip out of habit. Even if it was a simple weapon, he didn't want to take any risks. Actually, he rather be safe than sorry. The last thing he wanted was to be on the receiving end of a stab wound. Wrapping his fingers around the handle of his hero shot, he didn't pull it out quite yet. Instead he decided he would speak first given that she didn't sound hostile at all.

"My name is Blue," he responded. Although his body showed that he was clearly tense, the inkling wore a cheesy grin on his face in attempt to show he meant no harm. Hopefully his expression would speak stronger than his grip around his weapon would, but he refused to move his hand away until he knew he wasn't in harms way. It was just a force of habit given how much he had been through with the octarians. Feeling that kind of pain was something he didn't want to be put through again. Even at times competing with others was hard because of his experience yet he couldn't let his team down. "And who might you be? You aren't a native of this place, are you?"

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17 | Female | DR2 | Tagged: Bow

Even five minutes without a video game in hand made her feel completely deprived. It pained her to have nothing to entertain herself with as she moved along. She supposed she could try to nap instead. This searching was tiring her out and making her rather sleepy even though she had only just woken up. Letting a yawn escape her lips, she stretched her arms up into the air before rubbing tiredly at her eyes. Chiaki wasn't sure how she was going to make it in this place at this rate. Without video games or her classmates around to keep her entertained and awake, she was sure she would find herself dozing off more often than she usually did. It wouldn't be too hard to do such right now. She could even stand up and nod off if she really wanted to though if someone came by she was sure that might creep them out. That wouldn't be all bad and it didn't bother her if anyone else found her to be weird to begin with. Such things rarely got to her. She supposed that was just how she had been programmed though. Some emotions were harder for her to express than others though for a human that was entirely created to exist in a program she felt that she did decently well. The others didn't suspect her of being any different than they were. They simply though some aspects about her were rather odd. That was to be expected. Nevertheless, she knew they had grown to accept her as one of their own.

Now she had found something to distract herself with. Her own thoughts caused her to lose all focus on the world around here even though she continued moving forward. Such a thing wasn't all too unusual for the gamer though. She was great at zoning in on one particular thing if she really wanted to though more times than not that said something was whatever game she was playing at the time. This time around it was her own thoughts which was a rarity. Usually she didn't lose herself in her own mind. There was a first time for everything she supposed. However, her train of thought was snapped as a voice caught her attention. Giving a small shake of her head to bring her back to reality, her eyes settled upon the boy that stood not too far away from her. Even though he had asked her a question, she stood in silence as she studied him. He definitely didn't look like one of the ultimates unless his talent was tied to the weapon he had with him but his outfit didn't match with such. Then again were ultimates truly supposed to look like what they specialized in? She could scratch that thought given that very few of her own friends actually could easily be picked out as the ultimate they had. That still didn't make his outfit settle any better with her. It almost appeared as if he was a soldier of some sort which was something she knew was uncommon to see.

Realizing she had been staring to an uncomfortable amount of time, Chiaki let a soft sigh escape her lips. It was time that she answered the question that had been posed to her. "Hello," she greeted in a rather soft voice. "I am not sure what this place is other than an island, I think. Where exactly this island is, I have little clue. I guess that means you are lost too, huh?" Cocking her head at her own question, the gamer found it most peculiar that both of them would be lost. What were the odds of such a thing happening? Actually, it was almost exactly how things had begun in the Neo World albeit things had turned south when Monokuma showed up and forced them into a killing game. She could only hope that wasn't going to be the cause here. If it was then she was already had a disadvantage being with someone who had a weapon while she had nothing to defend herself with besides her own wits. Surely that wouldn't be enough in a fight though.

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15 | Male | BNHA | Tagged: Calibri

It felt like he had been walking forever and he could feel himself slipping deep into his thoughts. He was beginning to doubt there was any other humanoid life in this place. It was a horrible thought to have. There was no time for him to be thinking so negatively. He had to continue his search until he knew he had search every part of the island and then if he found nobody he could start to panic. The problem with that was how long it would take. Surely it would take days maybe even weeks to travel the island even if he activated full cowl and picked up his speed for awhile. The thought of being away for that long made him feel sick to his stomach. He couldn't afford to not be with the others. Not only would he fall behind in his training, but something could happen. Something bad at that and he would feel awful if he wasn't there to help. What would the other even think of his disappearance? Izuku didn't want them worrying too much about him nor did he want them to be searching all over for him either. That would only be a waste of time. To even think that his friends might be going through such was awful. It upset him greatly and only made him want to get home more. No matter what he was going to find a way home as soon as possible. He had to keep telling himself that otherwise he knew he would lose his way.

At the sound of a voice, Izuku was drawn from his own thought and he perked up instantly. A voice! He wasn't alone. Relief quickly began to wash over the freckled faced boy as he turned his head to look in the direction it had come from. He definitely wasn't expecting what his gaze would land on though. A talking skeleton wasn't the strangest of things he had seen though. Actually it was seemingly normal albeit still weird nevertheless. Perhaps it was someone's quirk. Could he even bank on others having quirks in this place though? It was something he would have to wait and find out. If this was a quirk, then it was one even he hadn't seen before. If only he had his journal to jot down notes about it. It would help his studies on heroes and allow him to grow as one as well. Sadly, that would all have to wait though. For now he needed to focus on getting out of here. From the sounds of it though Calibri wasn't going to have the answers he was looking for though. The question he posed only made Izuku realize that he had no idea where they were either. It was odd. Was someone kidnapping people and putting them here? Perhaps they were using a dream quirk to do such. It was an odd thought, but he was sure it was entirely possible. It was something he would have to try figuring out while searching for his way home.

"Oh, uh, no," he began as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I have absolutely no idea where we are or what is even going on. I just woke up here." Could it be possible that the other boy had experienced the same thing? It would make his theory seem more sound and have more evidence behind it. If everything was the same then he supposed that had their culprit as well. Giving his head a small shake, Izuku decided not to think too deeply about the whole thing. Until they were given answers he knew he shouldn't be chasing after some theory even if he was rather smart and realistic when it came to such things. "I'm guessing you don't have a clue where we are either, do you?"

[Fortune's Fool]

-- Ryoji Mochizuki
---- 16 :: Male :: Persona 3 :: Tagged- Sebastian
The was a lot to like about the island in his dream, really. He'd rather enjoyed simply wandering beneath the cheery blossoms for what seemed like forever, or maybe he simply had a fondness for cherry blossoms. Honestly a possibility. Still, it had been a nice dream, even if the ending had taken a turn for the unusual. As dreams tended to do, after all. It wasn't until the strange child's giggles faded and he drifted back into wakefulness that Ryoji really, truly realized something was off. He was definitely sure his dorm didn't usually have a breeze, not even having his window open would have caused this much of one. He was also on the ground, he could tell that without opening his eyes. He could tell he was fully dressed though, so there was that.

Note to self; don't trust randomly appearing small children, dream or otherwise. Clearly they couldn't be trusted.

He did eventually open his eyes, staring up at the cherry blossom tress above him with an expression somewhere between awe and confusion. How did something like this even happen, really? It was odd that this place felt more off now than it had in his dream though, maybe because it wasn't exactly the same? Kinda made him a bit nervous actually. Or maybe that was just the concept of waking up outside after he was entirely certain he'd gone to bed in his dorm room. He had absolutely no point of reference for this. He sighed, sitting up finally and brushing a few petals from himself. "Well, might as well take a look around," he was already talking to himself, great! "maybe I'll find some sort of clue to what's going on." He readjusted his scarf slightly as he fully stood, glancing around him before picking an entirely random direction and starting to walk.

It didn't actually take long for him to find someone, to his immense surprise. He practically bounded up to the man, seemingly not registering that he appeared just as confused as Ryoji felt - "Hello! Do you know where we are?"

[nuffquaa]

𝕄𝕒𝕩𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝
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➳ 10 ➳ male ➳ camp camp ➳ tagged;; javier

Javier didn't seem too quick to explain his family life. But to Max, it was totally understandable. If Javier's life was anything like his own, there was no doubt that he wouldn't be quick to brag about them. Maybe Javier's parents were neglectful, too. Maybe his family was just as crazy as Max's. If that were the truth, then he surely felt bad for the older man. But he didn't say any further about his family, so Max decided to push it behind him. Besides, this guy didn't look like he needed a family. He seemed pretty old, or at least to Max.

At the mention of a "bright side," Max shook his head. "Hah, no. There really is no bright side, to anything in life actually. I'm just a kid trying to survive this cruel world." As Javier explained more and more, Max's negatively just kept on bombarding. "Yeah, but what if the food were to kill you? That'd probably actually be better than staying there anyways." He paused for a second, wondering if anyone actually would kill to be at a camp like that. Impossible. When Javier mentioned it was pretty cool to steal a car, Max grinned, waving a limp arm. "Yeah, it's nothing." He held out his hand and examined his fingers, grinning. "Anyone knows how to do that. Oh and, being alone is easy. In fact, when I returned from camp, I was just gonna run away." That caused Max to freeze in his spot. Why did he say that? That was something he was supposed to keep to himself. He shoved his hands back in his pockets and sighed. "Anyways.. let's just move on from this."

"Yup, I'm ten," Max confirmed with a grin on his face. "Are you surprised?" Before he got an answer, Javier started talking about something called a muertos, which greatly confused Max. "The hell is a muerto?" he questioned. "People that cause problems? Like what kind of people? Everyone? Cause pretty much everyone sucks, and/or cause problems." The confusion was even more unbearable now. That was when Javier started talking about his past. The leader of the New Frontier? What was that? In Richmond, and they had food, water, ext? That sounded like a pretty great place to live in. "Wow, what a surprise. A guy like you from a great place like that." There was sarcasm hinting in his voice. He wasn't exactly the nicest person out there, so his attitude didn't faze him at all. "Seriously, though. Do you lead like a cult or something?"

[carnivorous.]

nagito komaeda
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17/male/form/tags: open

The sound of seabirds singing with sudden vigor made weary, hazy eyes slowly crack open, only to be bombarded with sunlight. Nagito rolled over onto his side, trying to drown out the noise, only then realizing that he was not where he fell asleep. Inhaling slowly, he sat up, still half asleep and began to take note of his surroundings.

As soon as his eyes adjusted to the harsh lighting, he noticed that he was on a beach, close to the waves. Reminiscing over the dream he had, he remembered how peaceful and calming it was, the sweet atmosphere and the little girl who was brimming with hope.

Snapping back to the present moment, he had realized that this was most certainly not Jabberwock island, but it did bare resemblance to the one in his dream, but now clouded with an aura of despair. The seabird's calls had drowned out now, and the sudden onset of eerie silence made him shiver.
Where were his classmates? More importantly, was this just an extension of the killing game?

Of course, it would be incredibly unlucky if he got himself trapped in another killing game, on another island, with potentially talentless people. Letting out a sigh at the despair-inducing possibilities, he stood up slowly and strolled down the beach, searching for another of his classmates or anyone.

[guar]

𝙱 𝙴 𝙰 𝚃 𝚁 𝙸 𝙲 𝙴
| female | form | tagged; blue |

The skinwalker watched the Inkling closely when he took an object out from his belt, from where she was standing, though, it was difficult to make out exactly what it was that he took out which was unfortunate. However, it didn’t exactly look like a weapon or anything that could cause harm to Beatrice - well, throwing things could probably hurt but that could really apply to anything so she didn’t bother considering that way it was able to be a weapon. In fact, it looked like the other person was just tapping on it so it must’ve been something with a touchscreen so Beatrice dismissed it as something like a phone, that was what made the most sense, after all. You’ve got to be squidding me. She frowned when she heard that, but she simply dismissed it as mishearing them - there wasn’t a reason why somebody would replace kidding with squidding, right? Once Blue noticed Beatrice, her grip on the stick she had tightened in case he ended up being hostile.

When he put the device away back into his belt and looked around before finally turning to look at her, Beatrice took the chance to get a proper look of him and quickly concluded that he wasn’t anything like she had seen before. Of course, she was no expert on supernatural creatures despite being one herself so there was the possibility that maybe she just never learned about what this person was; she couldn’t help but doubt that, though. She was so busy trying to think of what he was or at least think of things that looked similar to him that she almost didn’t notice when he moved his hand to his hip and was holding onto something. She studied it closely for a few moments before she concluding it must have been some kind of weapon which was a reaction she could understand, after all, she did have a stick which had to make do for some kind of a weapon for now. It seemed pretty unfair to her that he had an actual weapon and Beatrice only had a relatively sharp stick to protect herself but she didn’t bother voicing that opinion. At least he wasn’t taking it out just yet, though, that was always a positive. And if it was a weapon she was sure she hadn’t seen it before. Maybe it wasn’t so bad, anyway? Besides, what were the chances that this stranger would have anything that was potentially harmful to Beatrice? They were pretty slim which helped the skinwalker relax somewhat.

When he grinned at her and introduced himself as Blue, Beatrice rose an eyebrow and looked him up and down again. It wasn’t a surprise that he was named Blue considering the blue eyes and what she assumed was blue hair, at first she assumed it was some kind of a joke but he seemed pretty serious about it and didn't correct it. Maybe it was normal for whatever he was to be named after colours? Considering she hadn’t the faintest clue what he was, it was definitely a possibility.

”Native? No, I’ve only just woken up here after I had a dream about it.” Beatrice mentioned the dream because she doubted that it was simply pure coincidence that she dreamt of somewhere and then woke up there. ”I’m guessing you’re not a native here either then.” The skinwalker sighed before she began to move closer to Blue, still holding the stick in case he was only acting nice for now. He was being friendly enough but she didn’t want to risk anything especially since she knew nothing about him nor what he was, maybe there was something important about whatever he was which she didn’t know about? ”I’m called Beatrice.” She introduced herself with a brief, polite nod but didn’t return the grin, ”Sorry, but what are you? You’re obviously not human, that’s a given, I’ve just never seen anything like you before.”

𝙹 𝙰 𝚅 𝙸 𝙴 𝚁
| male | form | tagged; max |

It became clear that Max was not going to be convinced anytime soon that camps weren’t all too bad, that was evident from the amount of interruptions and negative comments that he received from the boy. It made Javier wonder what exactly went on in this “Camp Campbell” he said he went to, clearly it was like hell on earth for Max which rose the question of how could it be so bad? Of course, Javier knew that some groups were hellish to be part of, for example, the New Frontier were seen negatively by most people before the baseball player took control and began to lead the group. Perhaps that was why Max hated the camp so much? While the man thought his points about shelter and food were fair enough to put up with the camp, he forgot to consider that maybe the people there were the problem; after all, Max did mention crazy counsellors and a quartermaster.

At least the boy’s mood somewhat improved after Javier made the comment on stealing cars but a look of confusion crossed his face when Max explained he was going to run away once he got home. Why would he run away? How would he even get home? David came to mind when Javier thought of home, since his brother seemed hellbent on returning home despite Javier explaining that home wasn’t an option due to the state of where they used to live after the apocalypse - Kate and Javier had scavenged everything that place had to offer, picked it dry of anything useful. He cleared the thought of his brother away. There was no need to ponder on him. David made it clear that he and Javier weren’t going to be able to be good brothers like they promised their father they would be, David got that point across when he attempted to kill Javier after finding out about him and Kate. If it wasn’t for Clementine then Javier probably wouldn’t have lived to tell the tale.

The hell is a muerto? This question successfully yanked Javier away from his thoughts and made him frown confusedly. How wouldn’t Max know about them? Then the man reminded himself that not everybody would call the dead muertos, perhaps, like Clementine, Max knew them by something else. ”Do you know them as walkers?” He tilted his head, ”They’re...you know, the walking dead? Even if you’re from a camp you should have seen one by now, right? Everyone becomes one when they die.” Javier continued, crossing his arms, ”The New Frontier isn’t a cult, it’s a safe place to stay and I haven’t been there for very long. I’ve been on the road for the past few years, but I’m not gonna turn my nose up at a place with walls and food. That’s better than sleeping in a van with barely anything.” He didn’t bother mentioning what the New Frontier (or rather, one of the leaders, Joan) did before Javier came into control, that wasn’t important anymore because Javier was not going to be taking shortcuts like them. They were the kind of people who caused problems, mindless killing and stealing of supplies from people you were supposed to be helping.

[seeraph]

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ｈｅ／ｈｉｍ ─ １００＋ ─ ｈｎｋ ─ ｔａｇｓ； ｏｐｅｎ ── ✦

xxxxxHe didn't experience dreams often. None of the gems did. Yet, it was beautiful, so much more peaceful than the island he lived on. No Lunarians, no fears except falling and breaking-- but that wouldn't happen if he was careful. Diamond thought that the only downside really was loneliness. It was so empty, as if he was the only one on the island. Then, a child appeared (not that Diamond knew what a child was), and he couldn't help but feel grateful of the companionship. The person was odd in appearance-- nothing like Diamond was, but when asked to stay, he couldn't help but say-- "Yes."

xxxxxDiamond woke up slowly. He registered his face was against the sand, and sat up, brushing off his uniform and listening to waves lap at the shore. With a quick glance of his surroundings, it dawned that he was, indeed, not home. He rose to stand onto his long legs, the sword that was attached to his belt by long strips of cloth tapping his legs. At least that was still there, if Lunarians showed up-- he didn't know what he would do if he was caught alone with a horde of Lunarians. Diamond gave a stretch and a sigh, thinking back to his dream. It was pleasant, and in fact... this island looked just like it. Oh, dear.

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ｈｅ／ｈｉｍ ─ ３１ ─ ｂｎｈａ ─ ｔａｇｓ； ｏｐｅｎ ──✶

xxxxxSunlight hit his eyelids, and he grunted before sitting up. He wasn't home, nor was he at U.A. Shouta blinked his dry eyes, groaning before digging in his belt, bringing out his case of eye drops. He squeezed some into his eyes, blinking rapidly before taking in his surroundings. He was in a field, or at least a clearing-- surrounded by forest. His dream was vague (it had been a long while since he had had a dream other than being crushed by a Nomu, or being bound and threatened with his own knife), but one thing stuck: that child. It was unnerving. Perhaps it was their quirk? Oh, well. If anything was for sure, he needed to find (or make) a secure shelter. He wasn't exactly sure that if this was the place from his dream, but if it was, he remembered there being villages somewhere.

xxxxxHe stood up with a sigh, slipping a hand into his capture weapon. Just in case, he told himself.

[nuffquaa]

𝕄𝕒𝕩𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝
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➳ 10 ➳ male ➳ camp camp ➳ tagged;; javier

Max was thankful Javier didn't ask many more questions, especially regarding his family. In fact, now he was answering Max's question: what was a muerto? As Javier explained that they were basically the walking dead, Max rubbed his chin. "The only walking dead I know of is the video game, but do you mean dead people?" The description Javier gave just sounded like he was talking about the deceased. Ghosts, poltergeists, ext. "If so, I actually have seen a ghost before." His mind flooded back to when he had visited Spooky Island with his friends, only to find a young boy who apparently, as they found out later, had died about ten years earlier. The thought gave Max an uneasy feeling. He didn't really believe in ghosts, but apparently Javier had seen his fair share of them, and so had Max. "His name was Jasper," Max ventured. "Maybe you know him; horrible fasion sense, light up shoes?"

Once Javier explained what exactly he was the leader of, Max frowned. He was a bit taken aback as Javier stated he was on the road for the past few years. Why would someone leave a place that brought shelter and food? If Max had a choice to stay somewhere safe and with food, he would be down. But everyone had their own life decisions, he guessed. Some people just made poor ones. "Well, anyways.." Max was quick to change the topic. Besides, all this "get to know each other" stuff was boring him, and he wanted to explore this place a bit more. "Can, like, we go look for food or something? I'm starving." His tone was rather blunt, and for a second, he was surprised he actually used the term "we." Usually, Max worked alone. But this guy was big and muscular, and probably could be his personal bodyguard or something. Max smirked. "Any ideas on where we could get food, big guy?" His eyes sparkled innocently at Javier.