▬ ❝ this sorrowful life // multifandom, o&a

[Blumenkranz]

Ann Takamaki//Person 5//Tags: Open
"Argh...This is just great..." Ann mumbled to herself as she walked down the trial, pulling her hood up to protect her hair and face from the rain. The fog up ahead was dense, making it difficult for her to see exactly what was up ahead, but she thought she could see the shapes of cabins up ahead. Having no where else to go, she continued forward.

She couldn't remember how she got here, nor could she remember what she was doing before. It was unnerving. When she woke up she had her whip with her, so she could defend herself if need be. She wasn't sure if she could summon her Persona here, and she hasn't yet tried. Right now, her goal was to get some shelter from the rain. The rain was mild, but she didn't like getting wet. As she neared the cabins, she saw a few people here and there. She wondered briefly if any of her friends were here too, or if it was just her. She didn't want her friends to be trapped like she was, but seeing a familiar face would help calm her nerves. She wondered how the people currently living here would react to a newcomer like her, and she hoped they were friendly. Choosing a cabin at random, she stepped onto the porch and pulled down the hood of her jacket, happy to be out of the rain. Though unfortunately for her, it didn't seem like the rain would be stopping anytime soon.

[InfectedHau]

Foo Fighters||JJBA||Female||Tagged: Arthur

"I'm Foo Fighters," F.F. said, "but you can just call me F.F. People find it easier to say." As she spoke, she noted the gun at his hip. It looked real, but then so did the ones in the movies. It probably wasn't though, people didn't dress like that in real life, and even if it was it wasn't like it could hurt her. There was enough water around to keep her from dehydrating, so she didn't have to worry about getting shot. "Your costume's really well-done," she observed, "better than the stuff on TV even. Are you an actor or something?"

[potatoscones]

hammie - female - kyuranger - tags;; --

Faced with the unknown, there always was a quiet sense of adventure. That sense came a feeling skepticism - all she had ever seen from the unknown was horror and sadness. Of course, that hardly seemed to swing her mood in any way. In fact, the rainy forest seemed to be exciting to Hammie. Not knowing where she was, and with a gap in her memory her first thought was that she'd crash landed here. Her thoughts were so cluttered the list of possible places where she could be seemed out of reach. But that was fine. Her role was to protect and fight, not study. Still, it was a little disheartening to be so lost.
Regardless, she cheerfully trekked through the bleak-looking area. She had no idea how long it had even been, time seemed to pass oddly when everything looked the same. After a while, however, she pinpointed something in the distance. Getting closer, she noted that they seemed to be cabins. There seemed to be other figures in the area around them, but she slowed her pace and quieted her steps. Even though she had a feeling it was alright, better safe than sorry in such circumstances.

[Organ]

Arthur Morgan - RDR2 - Male - 43 - Tags: FooFighters

He gave her a weird look. " what's TV?" Since he was born in the late 1860s, he had no idea what technology was. "What year is it?" He was really confused now. Nice costume? What world was this girl in? He let out a cough and replied "I'm not some stage freak." He continued with his journal. He wondered if his horse was okay, or if someone stole the thing, where ever that horse was, it wouldve stayed where it was, with his gang's horses. This person, was interesting, she seemed to have know a lot about the future, or atleast her time period. What kind of technology did she know? Or what they transport in? He had a lot of questions

[InfectedHau]

Foo Fighters||JJBA||Female||Tagged: Arthur

"It's 2001," Foo Fighters said, a bit confused. "What, are you some sort of time traveler or something?" The fingers of her left hand stiffened a bit, forming a rough gun shape. If he had the ability to jump through time, it was entirely possible he was another stand user. He could be working for the one who controlled this place. Usually they fought when they met other stand users, there wasn't much to say this would be different. "TV's a little box that lets you see stuff from far away. It turns incoming radio transmissions into visual signals, displayed on a screen. Sometimes it has cowboys on it, but I never really watched them too closely."

[Organ]

Arthur Morgan - RDR2 - Male - 43 - Tags: FooFighters

"It can't be, where are the horses?" He looked outside to see no horses. Arthur got up to go look outside. But then he noticed there were no use of fires, lanterns, or any fire light. "What the hell?" He looked back at F.F. confused How did they get around without any horses? "I was just in my camp, on 1906 But i'm not a time traveler. My gang and I were about to rob a train and then I blacked out" He coughed and got up, and he looked outside. "Maybe there's some wild horses around" He mumbled to himself as he checked on his lasso so make sure it was still intact.

[Ploegy]

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18 | Female | Seven Deadly Sins | Tagged: Open

Ever since she had arrived, Jericho had spent most of her time brooding in the cabin she had been assigned to trying to think of some plan to leave this place but every time she came to the same conclusion; there was no way she could escape on her own. It was a predicament that she was unable to solve. The information they had been provided wasn't much to go off of and she couldn't help but feel uncertain about testing her luck going off into the unknown by herself. She was beyond worried that she would quickly forget herself and truly have no reason to go home. To even think she would lose those memories pained her. Sure not all of them were pleasant, but there were good ones too especially the time she had spent after being freed from the grasps of the demons. No way did she wanted to forget that. Even those bad times held a place to her. The Sins were people she knew that she did not want to forget. They were the ones that were constantly protecting the people even if they had been deemed traitors of the Kingdom at one point. Shaking her head, the knight apprentice ran her fingers through her messy lavender hair before letting a soft sigh escape her lips. She couldn't stay sitting around like this. She needed to get out even if the outside world would provide little comfort to her.

Rising to her feet, Jericho brushed her hair back quickly with her fingers and tied it up into the short ponytail she usually kept it in. Glancing at the sword that rested next to her bed, she decided to leave it behind for now. There was no reason to lug it around if she was in no apparent danger. This area was supposed to be safe or so she assumed. Striding across her room, she opened her door and was met by nothing but silence. It seemed that everyone else she was supposed housed with was either gone or incredibly quiet. It really drove her nuts but she had been no better. Her silence had been no better. Now she was being a hypocrite. Just great. Grimacing, the young woman hurried towards the cabin's exit with little care of how much noise she made. If they were bothered by her they could take it up with her later on. She was far too focused on getting some fresh air. Throwing the front door open, Jericho stepped out to meet the gloomy scene before her. The misty air didn't comfort her any more than the cabin had. This place truly was horrid. Nothing here made her happy. All she wanted to do was scream, but she refused to let herself to fall into such despair so quickly.

"Keep it together Jericho," she muttered to herself as she stepped off the cabin porch and onto the soft, soggy ground. It was a good thing she wore boots otherwise this would be even more unpleasant than it already was. Shaking the thought off, she quickly looked around in attempt to figure out where she should go. Among the fog she could make out a few figures roaming about, but she was hesitant to approach them. From what she knew, there was nobody from Britannia here with her. It made her feel much lonelier than she was used to feeling. It was pathetic to say the least. Biting down on her lip, she continued away from her cabin and moved towards the main building. Maybe there she would find someone of interest to speak to and maybe make a plan with.

[InfectedHau]

Foo Fighters||JJBA||Female||Tagged: Arthur

"Nobody uses horses anymore," F.F. said. "Everyone has cars now. I've never been in one, but apparently they're pretty nice." A few moments later, the Stand's eyes widened as the full implication of Arthur's statement set in. "Wait," she said, "so you're a real cowboy? Like, you ride horses and shoot people and fight Indians?" She wasn't sure why everyone was down on this place, so far it had been great. There was plenty of water, and new people with all sorts of experiences she could learn about, what else did they need?

[Organ]

Arthur Morgan - RDR2 - Male - 43 - Tags: FooFighters

He looked up from his lasso and replied " Cars? and yes, I'm a cowboy, if that's what you call it. But my gang and I dont fight Indians, we actually helped a tribe once. Some people tried to take their land for oil. We helped them by defending their land. lots of blood spill. One of them actually saved my life. with his life. He was brave." He opened his satchel and took out a old picture of his gang and the tribe. He handed her the picture. " i'm going to go look for a deer or something to eat. Wanna come along?" He asked He pulled out the shotgun that was on his back. He loaded it with bullets. He also shrapened his knife so he could skin the animal.

[sniper tf2]

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【 don't starve || 34 || human || tags; open||● 】

[wip, I already took really long with quynn, I just want to get it up ^^]

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【 dungeons & dragons || 28 || half-elf || tags; anyone in the area ||●】

well this was truly an odd situation to be in.
sure, hes seen some odd things, he did grow up in the woods after all, everyone who ever lived in Faerûn had their fair share of odd events. stumbling upon the cave of a dragon, making a deal with a demon, speaking with gods, being pranked by fae.
but nothing he had ever seen was like this, at least when those things happened he was still in Faerûn!
how did he get here anyways? he didn't have any magic that could take him between planes, nor had he angered an entity to get this as a punishment, what was he even doing before he got to the grove? he could just faintly recollect the night before...
it was his usual performance at a local tavern, it was a new town, but with some simple tunes and storytelling, he managed to get everyone to treat him as if he was their best friend. he got invited to a couple of drinks, maybe he got a bit too out of control with the ale... and all he could remember afterwards was him running away into a graveyard holding a stab wound he got on his side.
he sat down against nearby tree, noticing how oddly dark and foggy it had gotten, how far had he wandered off...?
and then... he supposed that he blanked out, as his newest memory was waking up in this strange, rainy place.

Maybe this was all just... a quest! A quest given to him by Milil himself! It was his turn to have his own adventure, no? all travelers seemed to have a time in their life where they went on an adventure full of wonders, he was 28! he was a full grown adult! he was wondering when a magical destiny would bind him to a heroic tale, and now, he was here! it may not be the best things he could've gotten, but man would it make a good story to tell once he got home!
with this confidence, and with the looking around he had been doing of the area, the half-elf was confident. sure the whole forgetting about your life and descending into madness sounded bad, but, it just made the ending of his story even more exciting.

Quynn walked down the path of the gloomy opening between the trees, he had gotten a slight look at the cabins nearby, but he hadn't really approached to speak to the locals, maybe they had more information on where this place was all about.
but... yikes, just walking down the trail he could feel the growing feeling of unease, this place had horribly bad vibes... and one glance at the people around, he realized how tense the air seemed to be. no music, or lively markets, or even people interacting! it was simply gloomy and sad to watch, he wasn't going to sit back and let this place be so stiff!
he scanned the area for anything he could use for his advantage, not finding a stage or a crate to jump onto, but there was a decently sized rock at the near center of the area, close enough to the cabins, and thus near the people. he sprinted over to it, hopping onto it in an enthusiastic way to get the high ground, a goofy grin on his face. he moved his mandolin from his back, along with it, a shiny yelowish pick. he began to gently pluck at the strings, barely minding the gentle drizzle. "greetings and well wishes to all!" the half elf chirped to get everyone attention, his strumming picking up pace and volume. "the name is quynn solei! im a traveling bard from the high forest, master of magic and charm!" he continued enthusiastically quickly casting Prestidigitation with a chord of his guitar, making simple but pretty sparks appear in his surrounding area, most of what he just said were lies, of course he didn't come from the high forest, not in his wildest dreams, and he barely knew any powerful incantations to be considered a master of magic, but, that was just for the show, who would be impressed if he just said he was another one of those mediocre bards? "are there any requests from the crowd?" he hummed confidently, looking at each individual person that was nearby. "or must I tell you a familiar take to ease the tension?" he smiled even more as he kept speaking, the plucking of the strings just becoming a steady, basic melody.