paradise | multifandom rp | o&a

[guar]

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

At the mention of a video game called walking dead, Javier frowned and tilted his head. Why would there be a video game named walking dead? Nobody could have predicted the apocalypse nor the idea of dead people walking. He was incredibly confused by that. But the main thing that confused him was how Max apparently didn’t see any of the walking dead before. How didn’t he after all these years of the apocalypse? Even if he was in a camp, Javier was sure that he would have at least seen one or heard about them at the start of the apocalypse. ”You’ve never seen a muerto?” While the answer was obvious, the baseball player still wanted to make sure, ”Consider yourself lucky, kid.” He continued, frowning and shaking his head when Mac began to talk about seeing ghosts. While ghosts sounded impossible to Javier, he had to consider he was the one talking about people walking around after death. ”I’ve never met a ghost before.” He explained and shook his head again, ”Just the muertos. But I imagine a ghost would be nicer company, they wouldn't try eating you.”

The mention of food made Javier suddenly realise how hungry he actually was. Looking around at their surroundings, he frowned thoughtfully before he turned to look at Max once again, ”Well, don’t think we’re gonna get any five-star meal out here.” He commented, ”Hey, did you learn how to hunt at this camp of yours? There’s bound to be animals around here, right?” It had been a while since Javier tried hunting for food, most of the time he had managed to scavenge to food, after all, and there was the fact that there were barely any animals left - most of them were killed by the walking dead. He still figured that it wouldn’t be too hard, though. Reaching behind his back, Javier took out a handgun, he briefly checked how much ammo there was before he returned it to its place. ”I’m guessing people at your camp wouldn’t have given you a weapon, huh?” That was going to be an issue if it was only Javier with the weapons, one of which was only a baseball bat so it wasn’t the most useful when it came to hunting. Heaving a sigh, Javier rested his hands on his hips and looked around again, ”Alright Max, guess it’s time to go hunting, huh?”

[B0N3D4D1]

xxxxx Calibri
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14 | Male | UT | Tagged: Izuku

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As the skeleton got closer the easier it was to make out the smaller details of the other, mainly his outfit. It was a little weird, maybe some type of armor like Pap's? Though his brother's taste was much more refined he couldn't deny the outfit was kind of cool looking. Then looking at their face Cali was even more confused, he didn't have a muzzle or visible bones like other monsters maybe he was a new species? Would it be rude of him to ask? He snapped out of his thoughts when the other spoke, he didn't speak in font so definitely not some weird skeleton hybrid monster. Either way he seemed just as confused as Calibri was, well at least he wasn't alone in his confusion but this also didn't help their situation at all. "Yeah, I'm clueless on our whereabouts as well..." he stated before crossing his arms, the drenched jacket wringing out some of the water it still had trapped inside.

Sighing he removed the hoodie and started trying to wring out any remain water, he couldn't get sick from wearing the damp clothing but it was highly uncomfortable. Leaving him in a chartreuse colored T-shirt that was equally drenched. "You don't happen to have a towel on you by chance?" he asked looking over to the other once again, he knew he'd have to wring out his shirt and pants eventually but now wasn't the time; anyway that warm yellow thing in the sky would help in drying his clothes. After he wrung out most of the water from his jacket he tied it around his waist, wringing out the end of his shirt next showing off hints of his spinal cord.

[nuffquaa]

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

All this talk about muertos was confusing Max to the core. Apparently Javier had lots of experience with "dead people," if that was even what the strange-sounding creatures were. Max decided it was best not to worry about it, though. Dead people didn't faze him, especially because he had seen way worse. Maybe even Javier was a "meurto" himself. Max decided not to question it though. If Javier didn't mention it, there was no reason to bring it up. He did say that he'd never met a ghost before though, and that confused Max once again. Weren't meurtos dead people, and dead people were ghosts? Max pulled on his hair, the confusion bombarding him. He decided to move on and not question it anymore, though. Besides, they had more important things to focus on at the moment, such as retrieving food.

As Javier agreed to hunt down some food, Max grinned, looking up at the taller man with excitement. However, when Javier asked if he knew how to hunt, his shoulders sagged a bit. "I mean, no, there wasn't exactly a 'hunting camp' in our camp." The comment of hunting made Max's mind shift back to one of his friends, Nikki. His friend was really good at hunting, even with her own bare hands, and she would always bring back some kind of creature to the camp when supper time came around. Max was busy thinking about his friend until he immediately shook his thoughts away when Javier reached his arm behind him and pulled out a gun. Max's eyes widened and a huge grin washed across his face. "Woah, now we're getting to the good stuff!" He reached his arms out to Javier, his eyes sparkling with innocence. "I'm great when it comes to guns!" It wasn't a complete lie, but Max hoped that maybe he could trick the older man into giving him the weapon. Nobody could ever trust Max with a gun; he was only ten years old, after all. In fact, he couldn't be trusted with any weapons. One time David had to even confiscate everything sharp that Max owned and keep it away from him. But Javier didn't need to know that.

[Ghostarriver]

𝔅𝔬𝔴
She-Ra reboot❤Archer❤17❤Tags: Chiaki
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Bow was starting to get a little worried the other person hadn't heard him; that worry was redirected when he realised she was just staring at him, as if analysing him. What for, he didn't know, but it lead him to take an instinctive step backwards, like he was expecting some kind of attack to follow.
Was this another Horde soldier? He really hoped not, because, usually, where there was one, there would be a lot more, which was probably the point of the whole 'horde’ thing. The archer really did not want to end up on another trip back to the Fright Zone, it hadn't been any fun the first time around, but at least this time, he was pretty sure no-one else was going to end up getting hurt if that did happen. Though it wasn't much solace, it'd just be unbearable to lose another like they'd lost Entrapta; Bow still had trouble accepting that she was gone.

When he finally heard a reply, he let out a relieved breath he didn't realise he'd been holding, and the soft kind voice the other person possessed soothed his nerves a little, allowing him to smile and step a little closer, arms folded behind his back.
“You got me,” Bow nodded, when she inquired if he too was lost.
So both of them were lost on this mysterious island. At least he was certain it was an island now, so it'd probably be easy to traverse and explore, build a mental map at the very least and see if there were answers hidden around. Maybe there was First One's tech lying around, but he doubted he'd be able to get anything useful out of it, seeing as he probably knew the least about it all, and he didn't even have his tracker pad on him, so it was unlikely the young man would be finding anything soon. Made him wish more than ever that he had someone he knew with him, to either help him out or be confused with him. Heck, even Horsey… uh, Swift Wind would be great to have, even if he was a hard core horse freedom fighter… a horse humanitarian… an equitarian?

Back to the main point: he and this other person were lost. And that was weird. Maybe there were other people in the same position. If that was the case, why were they all here on this island? How did they get here? And how did they get off?

“I’m Bow,” the archer grinned, pointing to himself with his thumb, “And who would you be?”

ℚ𝕣𝕠𝕨
RWBY♠️Huntsman♠️40s♠️Tags: Lygad
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”Regularly huh? Is your semblance temperature based?” No point in asking whether or not Lygad did have a semblance, when it was quite clear he did. Either it was the temperature thing or maybe he was some kind of empath, judging by the feeling that seemed to intensify based on his mood, perhaps it was something similar to Ren's ability to mask emotions.

Sitting on the tree branch had begun to lose its appeal, and Qrow believed it was time he got a move on, see if he could find some way of getting out of this god-forsaken place and going back to his original god-forsaken world, so he could make it less god-forsaken.
Pulling out his overly large weapon, currently in its sword form, he dropped it onto the ground, so that it landed standing up and swung his leg over so that the were both on the same side.
”Time to get going, see if someone around here knows how to get us back home. Do you care to join?” Qrow asked, before pushing himself off the branch, landing on the hilt of Harbinger, balancing for a second, before reaching the ground and waiting a few seconds to see if the kid decided to go with him.

[Ghostarriver]

ℚ𝕣𝕠𝕨
RWBY♠️Huntsman♠️40s♠️Tags: Lygad
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”Semblances can be a pain like that.” Semblances like Qrow's, which left him powerless to decide who got dealt the terrible hand in life, who got to be at a disadvantage. The Hunstman had years of training and experience to give him the upper hand most of the time, but not only did most other people lack those particular qualities, sometimes they were not enough to give him the edge he needed. After all, he'd still ended up losing enough fights, poisoned, even at one point. He was surprised he'd lived through that particular incident, given his bad luck, but perhaps it was even worse that he'd survived. After all, being alive seemed to be giving him a lot more trouble than he'd asked for.

Slinging Harbinger over his shoulder, Qrow sighed as he looked at the distance he'd have to cover on foot. While it wasn't too much of a problem, he hoped he wouldn't retrace steps he'd already taken.
Things really did look quite different on the ground.

As much as he preferred to avoid people, in this situation, it seemed that it would be a bit more beneficial to see if they could run into someone else, anybody who might have some idea just what the heck was going on. Even better, if there was someone around who could get him back to Argus so he could get his original mission over with as quickly as possible.

”So, your body changing temperature suddenly, that the only trick you got up your sleeve?” he asked the blonde, as the went on their way.

[starseeker+sunchaser]

Catra
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ฯ15 ฯFemale ฯShe-ra ฯForest ฯTags; open

A soft groan came from the girl as she began to awaken on the ground, grass running at her arms. 'What was that dream...some princess using magic on me...? Huh..'. Finally, she noticed the grass that she could feel beneath her. She immediately jumped awake, springing to her feet. Catra quickly looked around at her surroundings, suspicion growing more and more. "What? This...This isn't the Fright Zone! Did I get lost on a mission? Captured? Another one of Shadow Weaver's trick- no, I broke her connection to the Black Garnet.." She shook her head, sighing with annoyance. "Ok, first, let's find someone....see if I can get out of here fast."

Carta looked over at some of the trees, deciding she could search faster, and better, from above than below. She jumped up and grabbed the bark with her claws, climbing up the tree. She perched on of it's branches, scanning the area below her. Dang it...there's no one near me..I can keep going.

As she jumped through the trees, a shocking realization came upon her rather suddenly. This is the island I dreamed of! But it's darker...It's definitely real..What's going on?!

Entrapta
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ฯ15 ฯFemale ฯShe-ra ฯBeach ฯTags;Genji

The girl laid on the sand, peac she had was calming, entrancing in a sense. It was almost paradise to her, the waves splashing upon the shore, as she wanted to stay in such a peaceful, beautiful place.

Entrapta's wonderful dream was interrupted by feeling of water splashing on her hair. She rather jumped awake, opening her eyes only to be met with glaring sunlight. She covered her eyes with her hair as she sat up, slowly adjusting to her surroundings slowly, realizing that this was the island from her dreams yet....it wasn't the same. How was she here? The girl didn't question it too much after all the weird events that had happened recently. Entrapta decided not to ponder on it for now, as her mind jumped to the fact: where was her tape recorder? Thankfully her question was answered quickly as she noticed it nearby.

Entrapta stood up and grabbed it with her hair, turning it on to speak. "Hour 58, wait..never mind....I've woken up on a strange island?" She turned off the tape recorder for the time being as she noticed a figure laying on the ground nearby. They weren't like something she had seen before, as curiosity took over her and she approached them. As she did, she noticed they seemed a bit robotic, sparking her interest more. Entrapta nudged them a bit with her hair, looking over them.

[Ghostarriver]

ℚ𝕣𝕠𝕨
RWBY♠️Huntsman♠️40s♠️Tags: Lygad
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An impressed frown was Qrow's response to the flower that seemed to be so rejuvinated upon being in Lygad's hair.
”Pretty neat trick, I'll give you that.” The Huntsman commented, reaching a hand forward to touch the flower, simply out of habit to ascertain whether or not the rose had actually returned to a healthier state. Of course, as soon as his finger came to brush one of the delicate petals, it slipped onto one of the thorns, inevitably leading to a small cut on the tip of his index.
Huffing under his breath, Qrow grimaced at his apparent carelessness, though he was quite sure this was not as a result of him being clumsy, rather it was his consistently unfortunate circumstances. Pressing his thumb and index together, Qrow decided to ignore the minor inconvenience, instead deciding to ponder the kid's multiple abilities.
The one the huntsman had just witnessed was quite similar to a capability possessed by the sping maiden, perhaps Lygad had something of a similar origin? Or some other magical source. Perhaps it was just the presence of multiple semblances, but that was not something that had ever happened... until now it seemed...

”Where you from?” Qrow inquired. Perhaps it would give him a better contaxt to understand the nature of the blond's powers.

[guar]

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

It was certainly pretty disappointing to learn that Max did not have any experience with hunting. While that was not helpful in the slightest, at least that meant that Javier could potentially help the boy learn something useful. ”Alright. No hunting experience? No problem! We can both figure it out together, it’s been a while since I’ve hunted too.” He smiled at the boy and he shrugged his shoulders, ”How hard can it be, huh? We just need to figure out what kind of animals we can find around here.” Hopefully it would be easy enough to find some animals around here that would be edible. While this place was not as serene and welcoming as he saw before in his dream, there surely had to be wildlife around as well. While Javier wasn’t the best at figuring out what was the best kind of plant life was suitable for consumption, he at least knew how to kill things and get a fire going if anything needed cooking.

Max’s excitement when Javier took out the gun slightly bothered him, he wasn’t sure why he would be so happy about it but he supposed there was no need to question it. Maybe it was just reassuring to know that they had protection? Javier, honestly, really doubted the latter. ”It’s all well and good we have a gun between us, but if there’s nowhere to get ammo around here we could be in trouble.” The survivor stated, frowning and shaking his head and raising a brow when he noticed that Max was holding his arms out to him and claimed that he was great when it came to guns. He couldn’t help but doubt that statement but then again, he had been wrong about people before. ”Alright, Max,” He frowned, taking the handgun out once again, frowning at the boy before holding the weapon out, ”Just don’t use it ‘till I say so, alright? Unless you think it’s necessary.” He instructed, a surprisingly serious tone to his voice, ”I don’t want to be responsible for you getting hurt.”

𝙶 𝙴 𝙽 𝙹 𝙸
| male | form | tagged; entrapta|

The pure tranquility and serenity of the dream reminded the ninja of his omnic master, Zenyatta. It was a peaceful island. There were cherry blossom dancing through the air, led by the gentle ocean breeze and coming from the cherry blossom trees that were surrounding him. The small child surprised the ninja, he hadn’t thought that he would dream of a paradise and also a child. The offer to stay was certainly tempting. And, of course, it was only a dream, so how bad would it be if he did say that he wanted to remain in the paradise? He naturally said yes but then he found himself returning to consciousness. That was certainly disappointing to say the least. The tranquility of his dream reminded the ninja of his master, the omnic who pursued a path to spiritual enlightenment and often spoke of freeing one’s mind and to also follow the same path. Not a day went by that Genji was not thankful for all that the wandering monk did for him: teaching the man to accept his new body and to realise he was still a man...in all honesty, he was still a victim of self-loathing and would always feel an outcast wherever he may go. No matter how many lessons Zenyatta could teach Genji, the cyborg would never shake the negative thoughts - not permanently, at least.

There was a soft mechanical whirring which came from the cyborg while his mechanical parts began to power up and he began to move his arm, trying to push away whatever was touching him, he didn’t even consider the fact that something should not have been touching him. He yawned and used his arms to push himself up into a sitting position, the green rings around his body and his visor lighting up a bright green before they dimmed slightly. Finally, he noticed the girl beside him, prompting to gasp and quickly stand up, stumbling backwards and unsheathing some of his shurikens. ”Who are you?” He demanded coldly, ”Where am I? What is this place?”

[starseeker+sunchaser]

Entrapta
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ฯ15 ฯFemale ฯShe-ra ฯBeach ฯTags;Genji

Entrapta jumped back a bit, her hair going into the air, shaped as hands, as well as her hands. "Woah! I'm Entrapta and I have no idea where we are or what this place is...and woah...what are those things?" She pointed to the green rings that were glowing. She seemed considerably curious about them, poking one with her hair without thinking. She started to walk in circles around him, observing him in a sense.

Entrapta stopped after about 3 full circles around the cyborg, smiling a bit at him rather innocently. "Is this armor? If it is, how does it work? Why do they glow? Is it powered by first ones tech?" She was acting like a child on Christmas with presents, extremely excited, although she wasn't the best with understanding the severity of the situation. She also wasn't too aware of the fact that she could have been making him uncomfortable.

[guar]

Genji Shimada • Male • Tag; Entrapta

Genji’s head tilted to the side slightly as he observed the girl’s hair, unsure exactly what to make of its bizarre movements and how it formed the shape of two hands. He couldn’t think of anybody who could control their hair like that, after all, and it was certainly a strange sight regardless of what the ninja had seen in his time; a hamster from space with a talking mechanical suit was probably the strangest thing so far, but the almost sentient seeming hair was certainly a close second. When she introduced herself, the Shimada gave a small grunt to acknowledge the introduction before she continues to speak. Genji was remaining stiff the entire time she circled around him and observed him, albeit he was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. Entrapta’s mannerisms somewhat reminded him of Moira, the previous Blackwatch medic, she too would circle things and inspect them closely if she was curious. She often made the ninja uncomfortable when the team would be out on missions.

”I would not be the best person to talk about this with.” He pointed out, frowning (although it wasn’t visible beneath the face-plate) and staring at the purple haired woman, ”I did not create this body.” He explained, elaborating on his previous point somewhat bluntly. ”You speak of this first one as if I know who they are. This was created by Overwatch. And it is partially armour and partially my body.” It was strange to be questioned about his body by a stranger, he assumed the priority would be to find where they were unless, perhaps, they were a native. Hopeful now, he returned the shurikens back into his forearm and wove a dismissive hand, ”May we discuss where we are? Do you know this place, are you a native?” Genji inquired.