Call of Niverei -- Multifandom -- o/a

[State Alchemist]

[Trying out writing the French accent for the first time, sorry if it's a little shabby.]

Remy LeBeau [Gambit] | Male | X-Men | Tags; Ann
Remy looked up when he was addressed, a little shocked. He had not noticed the teenage girl approaching him for he had been too caught up in his own thoughts. "Ah, so you read de note, I'm assumin' " he replied, standing up and loosely folding his arms. He did find her attire odd, although he couldn't say much considering what he was wearing. In fact, it actually reminded him a little of the outfits the X-Men wore.

He glanced over at the other bed before looking back at the stranger. He sure hoped that she wouldn't mind his strange eyes, he knew a lot of people from his world would not be so thrilled to find a mutant talking to them. "Well, I'm not sure dat person is wakin' up soon, and it's probably a good idea to wait for dem to wake up before we do anythin', no? So we should introduce ourselves. My name is Remy LeBeau, though some people call me Gambit." He offered his hand for the girl to shake. "And you are?"

[Siki]

→ Yubi → 12 → Nonbinary → Psychic → Tag: Sett

Yubi shook their heads while rolling their eyes unamused. ‘Hah so funny. "Furry man eats a kid" that’s something others wouldn’t hear every day from this world. But the chances of that happening here could be possible, if there are furry men like you.’ The kid said with a bored tone. As their roommate kicked the door open Yubi looked outside in awe seeing the flurries falling. ‘Earlier you said that people pay to watch you just to break skulls? Sounds boring. I’d rather watch a tree sapling grow for 40 years than you seeing you fight.’

Yubi walked out of the cottage their boots crunching over the snow. Their place rarely had snow Yubi only experienced it two times throughout their life. Winter doesn’t exist just only summer and spring, hot and cool days for many years. Picking up a small chunk of snow just wanting to remember how it feels, the snow felt nicer than back at home. The snow melted so quick and was hard. Maybe what that they experienced back at home probably something way different than the snow here.

Looking around they mentally gasped seeing so many trees and plant life covered by the snow. Yubi was stunned yet jealous at the same time. Why couldn’t their world look like this it's so beautiful. Yet there is evil out there somewhere lurking in the shadows. Putting their leaf stalk over their head like an umbrella protecting the flower on their head they went over to the trees, standing in front of it they went over and placed their hand at the bark of the tree. It felt nice and comforting. Yubi smiled to themselves then looked overseeing more trees very tempted to look for more plants they had never seen before.

The kid suddenly remembered that their partner was hungry so they needed something to beat up and eat. Yubi on the other hand just doesn’t eat much they only drink water at times they do drink cactus juice. ‘You sure you are hungry? Why not eat some leaves or something if you are that hungry.’ Yubi jokes.

[ʀᴏᴄᴋᴇʀ ɢɪʀʟ]

eiridi von ronchelle
female | fe 3h oc | feeling; annoyed, suspicious | tags; race & jaskier

a chill sent an iciness throughout eiridi's body as she curled tighter in her bed, eyes refusing to open. she didn't recall the night after her last training session to be this cold, even with the exhaustion that came with clashing blades, and the fact that she strained her muscles quite a bit with caspar certainly didn't help. but despite her fervent desire to stay in bed, a loud, piercing voice entered her ears, one that almost demanded her to wake up.
"will you be quiet?!" eiridi practically snarled as she opened her eyes, throwing her blanket to her side to face whoever dared wake her up. instantly, a blurry figure entered her sight, and her feathery ears pointed sideways in clear annoyance. but when her vision slowly cleared, the figure, a young man, was unfamiliar to eiridi. not just him, the surroundings were just as unfamiliar, causing her to blink in newfound shock. this wasn't the monastery, and it sure wasn't her dorm.
eiridi immediately stood up, but before she could find her voice, her foot hit something below her. when she glanced down, her killing edge greeted her, but on top of it, a piece of paper, a letter greeted her as well. eiridi's sharp eyesight allowed her to read it without picking up as she crouched to grab her blade. a dying world? of all people in the black eagles, why was she chosen?
her gaze then turned to the young man, and a slight sense of uneasiness crept upon eiridi as she took a slight step back. given the arrangement, it was safe to assume that this man was someone eiridi was going to have to work with. but based on first impressions and his rather annoying awakening, eiridi wasn't too sure if she and him were going to get along.

[Reiji]

sᴇᴛᴛ ● ᴍᴀʟᴇ ● ᴍɪᴅ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛɪᴇs ● ʟᴇᴀɢᴜᴇ ᴏꜰ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅs ● ᴛᴀɢs; ʏᴜʙɪ​​​​​
Sett was getting more annoyed with Yubi. He's good at keeping his anger in check but not when some small brat is being loud inside his head while his stomach is empty. "Shut it kid or I will actually eat you." Sett said, shooting a glare at the child he could be using as a leg rest. There were other cottages around them but Sett wasn't sure about opening any of them or meeting anyone else- is there was another psychic child throwing beds around he's not going to be very happy. "If I want to start eating plants, I'll eat that flower on top of your head." Sett would grab Yubi but somehow they were already skipping about checking out the outside world. Has he never seen snow before? It doesn't really snow in Ionia either but he doesn't really care about it in the first place.

A breeze covered Sett's eyes with his own hair, making him growl quietly. The snow that was falling and pelting his skin isn't something he very much liked anyway. Combing his hair back with his hand, Sett went off to a direction to see if there were anything of interest for him to discover. "You want to check this place out? Let's go before something else eats you." Sett said to Yubi and went ahead further into the pine forest. Sett didn't feel the cold spiking into his body, it was present but not freezing despite the winter wonderland that was before him. Guess the collar works. Unfortunately. Wearing it makes him look like a pet of some sort- not a very welcome image for him to imagine himself in.

ᴀᴘʜᴇʟɪᴏs ● ᴍᴀʟᴇ ● ᴍɪᴅ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛɪᴇs ● ʟᴇᴀɢᴜᴇ ᴏꜰ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅs ● ᴛᴀɢs; ᴋɪʙᴏ
Wake up, Phel. A soft, far-away whisper made Aphelios' eyes open. He didn't feel comfort, he didn't feel warmth- he felt nothing. The poison made him numb but it's still running in his veins overnight. He could still hear Alune but the strange, foreign environment quickly made him roll off the furniture he had fallen asleep on. The blanket that was wrapped around him was thrown away and with lighting fast reflexes, Aphelios reached for his weapon and pointed the barrel to the first figure that his eyes laid upon. They were approaching the bed, which he mentally thanked Alune for waking him up. Calibrum was in his hands, ready to be fired as the sights were targeted to what he now sees as an very pale humanoid with a strange, metallic sheen. Are you okay, Aphelios? Alune's concern wasn't acknowledged as the Lunari warrior were focused on the potential enemy that was in front of him. He didn't understand what was going on but he knew not to trust anyone. You are not in danger or hurt, Phel. He does not seem to be attacking you. Wait. Aphelios lowered his weapon slightly, staring at the strange new person. "Gh..." A tiny grunt escaped his throat, the pain that wraps around his muscles was something he was used to but he would never talk and push it.

Aphelios tilted his head to the side while he still stared with a cold expression. He was only wearing his undershirt, his large coat nowhere to be seen. He blinked once and let out a deep breath, his expression softening. The gun was still in his hands and while it wasn't directly pointing at the other awakened person in the room, Aphelios kept it drawn in their direction.

[Zaperrex]

K1-B0 | DANGANRONPA V3 | ROBOT | TAGGED: APHELIOS
Kiibo barely understands what happened—the man who ejects himself out of bed is lightning fast, practically a blur. With a strange weapon now pointed at his face, he instinctively shrieks and throws his hands up to shield himself. His eyeballs briefly flash '>' '<' symbols representing tightly shut eyes much like an emoticon.

"P-please wait!" This man does not seem congruous with the setting at all! Has he been mistaken about the nature of the intended story? Well, it did say something about different worlds—oh, distract him with the letter! Maybe he shouldn't have crumpled it... no, there's another one over there! He jabs a finger towards it. "Look at the letter!" 'And don't shoot me with your absurd looking gun' is the unspoken plea. At least Kiibo thinks it's a gun. It's design is so foreign that he can't even tell if it should be classified as sci-fi. Science fiction or not, he dislikes it for being, hm, not pointed at his face any longer, but still aimed in his general direction.

Hoping the situation has been defused, he backs up slowly to sit down on the bed he woke up in, still watching the frightening man like he's a bomb waiting to go off. His hands clasp together nervously. He silently longs for the support of his friends, his creator—actually, his creator likely does not exist... so just his friends. But come to think of it, it's him and not any of his friends, who is armed with a laser cannon. With some exasperation, he realizes that he had completely forgotten about this fact in the heat of the moment. He'd still rather not fight this guy, of course, but he no longer feels so vulnerable.

His expression smooths out into something more neutral and his gaze becomes more evaluating than wary. Although he's hardly pleased at having been threatened, in this circumstance, Kiibo finds it easy to forgive. The fact that the man didn't shoot also suggests that he can be reasoned with. However, Kiibo isn't sure where to go from here, so he waits for the man to say something.

[guar]

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----------------borderlands - siren - tag; remy, ann
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The days had been dragging on and were quite slow for the Siren as she went about her business. One could only kill so many bandits before it became boring. There wasn’t much else for her to do, though. On occasion she would wander the halls of the Sanctuary III and see if there was any work to be done, any requests being made, any people that needed to be killed. There wasn’t much, though. It was incredibly disappointing, to say the least. Most recently, though, Amara found herself back on Pandora. At least that planet was entirely unforgiving of mistakes - but it wasn’t like Amara made any mistakes, of course. Everything from aggressive fauna to unpredictable climate to sources of deadly mutations on the planet were specifically designed to attract, challenge, and at the same time repel conquerors, researchers and adventurers of all sorts. You knew it had to be good if even the planet wanted to put up a fight. Not to mention the endless supply of bandits to fight, skags to kill and basically every single thing wanting to kill everything else. Long story short? It was Amara’s kind of planet. She enjoyed challenges and fights and anybody with half a brain cell to bounce around their skull would turn and run rather than fight the famous Tiger of Partali. Luckily, there didn’t seem to be even a smidgen of a brain cell between the entire bandit population on Pandora. They would recklessly charge into fights with her, even with her status as a Siren being clearly on show, from the glowing blue tattoos to the extraordinary feats she could perform with the multiple arms she gained from her phasetrance. It would allow her to manifest transparent parts of the human form to use in her fights. Sometimes six arms would emanate from the Siren herself, or a large fist, or series of fists, erupting from the ground, or astral projection - a wide variety for her to choose from to make her battles all the more interesting; although the six arms were a favourite of hers.

Gradually beginning to stir, Amara didn’t take long to realise the sudden change of her surroundings, purely from how comfortable the bed she woke up in was. Pandora’s beds would purely be rags if anything. As she rolled onto her back and stifled a tired groan, she cracked her eyes open to study the ceiling above her. She remained still for some moments after that, not wanting to make it obvious that he had woken up so if this was some kind of strange “move them somewhere else and wait until they wake up to attack them” maneuver, she could be completely prepared for a fight, ready and raring to go. Once she was satisfied with the time taken to prepare, the muscular woman pushed herself up into a seated position in the bed, carelessly tossing the blankets to the side of the bed and onto the floor, a soft thump following the impact. In the few seconds she took to study the room before addressing her companions, it became clear that this wasn’t any planet that she had been on before. Pandora was basically a wasteland, there was no way such a neat room would exist, it’d most definitely at least be looted, have bullet holes or other signs of battle, or be falling apart; typically all of the above. While Eden-6 was far better kept, the swampland left much to be desired and, similar to Pandora, much of the interiors suffered from bandits and looting and in the room she found herself in, there weren’t any signs of looting. The only planet that had the slightest chance of being where she was was Promethea as it was largely a metropolitan world, having many futuristic buildings. But this room wasn’t nearly as futuristic enough for that being a mere log cabin. It didn’t appear to belong to a monastery, so that eliminated the chances of it being on Athenas, and it most definitely wouldn’t be Nekrotafeyo due to the planet basically being uninhabited other than the creatures, it was basically the stuff of myths and legends, after all. It wasn’t her home planet, Partali, either, she would recognise that instantly but instead this was completely and utterly new to her. New was usually exciting, but in this situation it was concerning. She had no idea what to expect, although she had confidence in her abilities as a Siren, she could take on anybody that tried to cause problems for her.

Speaking of people, Amara finally took the time to study the two of her companions who seemed to have woken up long before her. They didn’t seem to be preparing to fight her which, although disappointing, helped settle the Siren slightly, allowing her to relax her tense figure as she climbed out of the bed. The blonde was oddly clothed in a skintight suit and the man similarly had a strange fashion choice. She supposed she wasn’t one to talk, though, given her own rugged attire which she happened to wake up wearing. Fixing her cropped skag-leather jacket, she ensured everything was in its place, where it should be. “Hm. Not everyday I wake up in a room with strangers.” Amara commented nonchalantly, making herself known, just in case her movement prior to her speaking had gone unnoticed. As she spoke, her gaze shifted away from the strangers and towards a small pile beside her bed, tilting her head curiously as she noticed her ECHO device placed on the top. Instantly, Amara’s hand flung back to where her ECHO was typically stored, finding that it was indeed not there. It was relieving that it was provided to her, then, otherwise she would have no method of accessing her weaponry. Grabbing the ECHO device, she switched it on and began going through the menus before selecting her preferred weapon, the Refined Starkiller, an elemental pistol made by Maliwan. Despite her recent scuffles with Maliwan troops (even an executive of Maliwan, Katagawa Jr, who was the son of two higher-ups in the company) she had to admire their work and she admittedly used their guns more than the other manufacturers. Once she selected the desired elemental pistol, she returned the ECHO to its place located on her hip before there was a glow of blue light ans her chosen weapon digistructed in her hands.

Once she finished with her weapon, Amara snorted softly and shook her head when she noticed a slip of paper that was neatly folded and placed nearby. Narrowing her eyes suspiciously, she stepped closer to the small item, grumbling under her breath when she scanned over the contents. Why would they even leave a note anyway? ECHO logs were far more efficient, she believed, so why not provide that? They at least provided her with her own ECHO, so surely whoever was responsible would know what the device was. Right? Clearly not if their preferred method of communication was written word. The note was written like it was to be mass-produced and provided to all people there, so it seemed the only people she would encounter would be innocents who were subjected to the same fate that she was. What she could understand was the fact they were asking for help to save their planet and she could respect that, if it came to Partali at risk she was definitely going to do everything in her power to save it. “I take it the two of you already saw this, huh?” She turned back to the other two in the room, lifting the note slightly as she referred to it, “Never heard of a place called Niverei, gotta admit. Wonder how they got us here.” Shrugging as she spoke, she tilted her head curiously as she studied her companions once more, “So, what are the two of you bringing to the table, huh? Note says everything is useful, strength, magic, brain power, that kinda stuff.” The muscular woman inquired, holstering her weapons and resting her hands on her hips, a friendly smile eventually finding its way onto her face.

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-----------------the witcher - bard - tag; racetrack, eiridi
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Hunting down dragons wasn’t a particularly common pastime of the bard, in fact, he was very much against helping with the issue after he learned of a certain sorceress’ participation in the search. However, it was Geralt’s choice much to Jaskier’s dismay, and Jaskier was fully prepared to follow the Witcher whatever may come or whatever may happen. Even if it did mean having to have an insufferable travel companion. It was ironic, really. You’d assume that such a hopeless romantic wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to travel with a beautiful woman which the description most certainly applied to Yennefer of Vengerberg. The lady of Vengerberg was famous for her beauty, even though she was nearly a century old and she even managed to win over the heart of the famous Geralt of Rivia despite the fact that it was common knowledge that Witchers were apparently emotionless. It was exhausting for Jaskier when he saw Geralt’s behaviour around Yennefer, although perhaps that was because he was blissfully unaware of how bothersome he was around anybody that he showed interest in and they returned the gesture. However, no matter how terribly Jaskier was expecting the entire “hunt down a dragon that originally he didn’t think existed anymore but he's been proven otherwise” endeavour to go, he wasn’t exactly prepared for the events that followed. He was used to being yelled at, of course, that was quite a common occurrence even before he began to travel with the rather grumpy Geralt of Rivia, people would find some reason to yell at him be it for his singing or his actions. But he hadn’t been prepared to become a scapegoat of sorts, being blamed for all the misfortunes that faced the duo including, but not limited to, the djinn and the child surprise that Geralt seemed eager to avoid.

After the clear display of anger towards him, Jaskier took it upon himself to depart and make his own way, finding the others to get the details. It wasn’t like the Witcher was ever willing to provide much information; it always relied on Jaskier and what he saw or what other people saw. Though, it wasn’t like he had an issue with filling in the details to make it all sound more interesting and easier to write about. After taking his lead, the bard had to admit that the harsh words hurt more than the usual insults or rudeness he would face either from Geralt or other people, but he dismissed that for now as he returned to his usual ways, travelling from tavern to tavern and performing with the occasional woman on his arm. At least nowadays people were less likely to boo his performances, in fact, most of the songs he sang were well known at this point and people were happy to sing along with him. That was always going to be a pleasant change from the previous overbearingly negative reactions he would receive during his performances. You’d think people would treat a noble with respect! Although, honestly, Jaskier would never make that fact known, so he supposed some of it was his fault as well. Not that he would admit to that, though.

It had been a few days since Jaskier had parted from his Witcher companion, and he had finally began sleeping well since the short argument [if you could even call it that] and had enough coin to afford quite well-furnished inn rooms. When he slowly began to stir, though, he found himself longing to force himself back to sleep just to remain in the bed for a little longer. The comfort was overpowering, yet in a good way, and the fabric of the sheets were far better than what the bard remembered falling asleep beneath. He probably would have managed to lull himself back to sleep if it weren’t for two factors that alarmed him. Firstly, he noticed that his lute was somewhere out of his reach as it apparently was not beside him in the bed. Secondly, he doubted that anybody could ever fall back to sleep with such god-forsaken yelling and banging. In fact, it was the yells and knocking on the wall which woke the bard up, startling him awake. The accent was something he struggled to recognise, let alone make sense of. Perhaps his struggle to understand was down to his grogginess but he was sure that the unfamiliar accent was also a large factor in it. Before he could react to the yelling, though, there was another voice that he heard, one that was also unknown to him. The voice which sounded female demanded quiet from whoever was yelling and, honestly, Jaskier could most definitely second that request. “I wouldn’t mind some peace and bloody quiet, either.” The Redanian snapped irritably as he finally pushed the blankets off of his person; while he had no idea who he was talking to, the rude awakening was bad enough to earn a poor first impression, “And it wouldn’t kill you to learn how to pronounce words before barking orders.”

Now that he was sitting up in bed, though, Jaskier finally clocked on about the sudden scenery change which explained the bed’s quality being significantly higher than what he was used to. He found himself seated in what appeared to be a log cabin which wasn’t the most alarming thing to see, the real concern was the two other beds in the room and the scarceness of other furniture in the cabin. The bard took a few moments to study the strangers in the room, the clothing choice of the boy left much to be desired, the girl having a far better sense of fashion at least in Jaskier’s eyes. The odd detail about her, though, were the fluffy ears on her head where typically one would expect human ears to be. Fear briefly fluttered in Jaskier’s chest as he considered the possibilities of her being some kind of cruel monster that was far more up Geralt’s profession rather than the bard’s but after realising she wasn’t trying to attack him in his sleep he decided that she probably wasn’t some kind of bloodthirsty monster. The boy, on the other hand, appeared to have no interesting things to note about him, except perhaps the cigar he had, but that wasn’t particularly uncommon to see. Having made his opinions clear already, Jaskier decided against focusing on the strangers for the time being, instead glancing down at the elven lute beside the bed with the note attached to the top of it. Interest piqued [mainly by his lute, but the note seemed pretty important too] he quickly climbed from the bed, snatching up the musical instrument with a relieved sigh, closing his eyes for a few seconds as he held it close to his chest before he removed the note and swung the lute over his shoulder, strapped to his back.

“Where in the world is Niverei.” He questioned in a quiet grumbling under his breath as he briefly scanned over the note’s contents, “And why are we the ones responsible for it?” Speaking slightly louder now, Jaskier rolled his eyes and scoffed, tossing the note to the side and putting his hands on his hips as his attention turned back to his company. “Who’re you two supposed to be, then?”

[Reiji]

ᴀᴘʜᴇʟɪᴏs ● ᴍᴀʟᴇ ● ᴍɪᴅ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛɪᴇs ● ʟᴇᴀɢᴜᴇ ᴏꜰ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅs ● ᴛᴀɢs; ᴋɪʙᴏ
Aphelios stared curiously as the stranger pointed towards the table and mentioned about a letter, keeping an eye of them out of mistrust, he walked to it and began reading the letter. 'I'm still here with you but I am not in the same world. More barriers than the celestial veil. Please be careful, brother.' Alune's voice echoed inside his head. Aphelios frowned at the letter. How could he be fighting someone else's fight when he could barely make his own? If he didn't want to do anything with this, could he still return home? He didn't want this. Aphelios had completely forgotten about the other presence in the room, which he stared at with a far more forgiving expression now. The gun in his hand disappeared into thin air with a deep whistling sound. He bowed and had his right hand on his chest. While he may be raised as a killer, he did not lack manners. From what he is able to understand, it would be better to play nice with those around him if they aren't out to kill him. That's just elementary.

The letter mentioned an accessory to help with the cold but it's been far too long since Aphelios had felt the bitter cold. A tear was running down his cheek and yet he wasn't noticing it. It was being followed up with a few more drops. He was again, separated from Alune- it was his body's natural reaction. A muscle memory. He was expressionless otherwise. Alune was silent as she watched her brother's tears descend. She was saddened that she couldn't assure him that he will be fine. Aphelios only wiped it away when his vision became blurry but only his eyes as his cheeks were still wet. He slid the dull bracelet into his left arm, not wanting it to clack with his beaded bracelet. Just then, he realized the unfortunate circumstances of his inability to speak. Tangible words, at least. The other could talk so this was, to say the least, unfortunate. Aphelios took a deep breath and found his coat in a dresser, along with a convenient notepad. It wasn't his, he didn't need to speak in his missions or even with others. When the poison wears off, he can make a few words but now, the pain was numbing. He wore his coat and was completely silent, unsure. 'You should be using your resources. Play nice, Phel.' He took the notepad and pen and wrote a single word in pretty handwriting. Who? The written word on the notepad asked the stranger as Aphelios handed it over.

[Zaperrex]

K1-B0 | DANGANRONPA V3 | ROBOT | TAGGED: APHELIOS
Kiibo waits patiently as the man reads through the letter. Noticing the suspicion melting away from his gaze, Kiibo begins to relax. He tenses again as the weapon somehow vanishes, but he's immediately distracted by the man's bow. Automatically, he stands up and bows back. When he looks up, he realizes the man is crying. Wh-why is he crying? Kiibo is baffled. He has insufficient data, but tries to work with what he knows. Tears occur in moments of great emotion—most often, great sadness. However, Kiibo is unable to assign any emotion to the man's expression, and even after he wipes at his face, the man offers no explanation. Kiibo knows that some consider it unacceptable to cry in public, especially men; if Kaito were here, Kiibo wonders if he would have something to say about it. To his disappointment, he still isn't sure what prompted this emotional response, but he thus decides it would be rude to point it out or ask questions. Even if it wasn't, his discomfort overrides his curiosity by a great margin.

He's surprised to see the man put on the bracelet without hesitation. When nothing noticeably terrible happens, Kiibo is tempted to follow suit, but stops himself. It's always easier to listen, to allow others to decide what he should do. He will not give in so easily to Team Danganronpa's whims. He reminds himself of the wording on that letter to keep his anger alive. Their 'last hope'. How dare they. He had told them, hadn't he? It's one of the last things he remembers saying before his memory data becomes corrupted: they could do what they wanted with their 'hope' and 'despair'; he wants no part in it.

Caught up in his thoughts, his eyes only leave the bracelet clutched within his hand when a notepad enters his vision. He takes it, glancing up curiously at the man before reading the single word written. 'Who?' After a brief moment of confusion, Kiibo pieces things together. This man must be... 'mute' is the term. He's never met someone who was mute. Or if he has, that memory is long gone. He must act respectfully and take care not to discriminate against them, he tells himself firmly.

"My name is K1-B0," he says. The Ultimate Robot—Hope Robot—no, those are lies. "You may call me Kiibo. May I know your name as well?" He hands the notepad back with a polite smile. "And I must ask—what do you think of that letter?"

[Reiji]

ᴀᴘʜᴇʟɪᴏs ● ᴍᴀʟᴇ ● ᴍɪᴅ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛɪᴇs ● ʟᴇᴀɢᴜᴇ ᴏꜰ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅs ● ᴛᴀɢs; ᴋɪʙᴏ
Aphelios blinked two times before processing what could he reply to this odd new character that introduced himself as K1-B0 before giving a better alternative to call him. Not that it mattered considering Aphelios' current state. He never learned any sort of sign language talks as he had always kept a mysterious vow of silence even before discovering the flowers. He heavily relies on his body language and if it was really important, written notes. Aphelios took a good look at the dresser that he had placed the letter back on when Kiibo asked about his opinions on it. To get his thoughts across, Aphelios reached out his hand into the air. Crescendum. Alune whispered. Aphelios pointed the scythe pistol that manifested into his hands at the dresser and sliced the air six times rapidly, a red air-blade cutting through the air. With his precise cuts, it only shred the paper into pieces- so tiny it was similar to snow. "Kh." Aphelios sounded a small notion of further scorn. He had his own fight back home, he needed to return as fast as possible. He then went back to the first question of what his own name was and wrote his name on the notebook and tore off the paper, handing it over to Kiibo before walking through the bedroom door without a sound.

The scythe gun disappeared from his hands as he 'dropped' it, not wanting to tire Alune with his use of weapons unnecessarily. His wish of having Alune be around had always been kept ever since her seer training made it impossible for them to meet often and he still hoped that she was still here, she would communicate way better than he ever can. She had her way with people. 'Phel, I can hear you.' Oh, right. Shared thoughts. Aphelios gave himself a side-eye view and a frown of disapproval. Walking over to the door, Aphelios opened it and stared, wondering if it was safe. Would he need Kiibo's assistance in this journey as well? Aphelios turned his head over to look for Kiibo, pointing at the door when he could find the strange new fellow.

[Siki]

→ Yubi → 12 → Nonbinary → Psychic → Tag: Sett

Yubi pinched the bridge of their nose. Blocking out Sett from their psychic ability. ‘Yeah yeah, old man. Stupid grumpy old man. I wish vine dragon was here she’d whipped you with her thorny tail for that.’ They patted the tree bark then looked over at the other pine trees before them. ‘If you did eat my flower on the head who knows if it is actually a poisonous flower type. As well I don’t think I’d taste great. Probably like dirt or mud, who knows?’ Yubi said to themselves. Curiosity filled the kid as they wanted to see more vegetation and plant life in this world, maybe more animals they’ve never seen before or perhaps more biomes? If they can get all three of those options Yubi would be the happiest gosh darn kid alive, kind of. Maybe get seed from a tree and take it back home? The place needs more diversity of trees and flowers no thanks to the extinction of most of the plant life that have been eradicated from those humans.

Walking in more deep of the pine forest they spotted a small wilting pine tree in the middle few feet away from the others. How weird. Looking around to see what could’ve caused this but they see nothing out of the ordinary but this wilted tree. Yubi got closer to the tree, kneeling down they put out their hand using their ability Nature’s Will. The wilted tree reacted with a glow then slowly started to become more healthy regaining its new self. It grew until it reached the same height as Yubi. ‘What a weird tree. It should’ve grown big as the others but it's somehow almost the same size as me.’ They said to themselves quietly in confusion. Yubi has an odd feeling about this but pushed away that thought, it's no big deal. Nothing to worry about.

Yubi wants to explore more and more of this place but they have a partner with them. Didn’t the note say stick with someone because of this whole ordeal from this world? It wouldn’t hurt to go deeper in the forest, would it? They do have their psychic abilities so they can get back to their cottage no problem.