A World's Dawn - Multifandom Sandbox (O&A)

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💎 ── 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 ！
❝ 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚅𝙸𝙸 ❞ female • human • the walking dead • tags: zagreus

"Heh, well, you sure know how to cheer a girl up." The young woman teased at Zagreus' reassurance that her survival had been more than just the product of random chance. He seemed to understand, or at the very least be able to process, the various rambling thoughts she fired off at him, which was a plus. There was obviously some sort of disconnect between them, with her having not even known there was actually an Underworld or gods (not just one, but apparently a number of them) and him acting almost like such was common knowledge, but they were communicating well enough, so maybe he knew at least a bit about her so-called 'surface world' after all. Either that, or he was just humoring her, but even then he was at least trying to be conscientious. Wait a minute, did he mention 'Ares'? Wasn't Ares the name of an ancient Greek or Roman god or something? Were the 'gods' he was referring to a pantheon like that? That was an interesting twist on this whole situation - imagine finding out those were all real beings after years and years of human history had come and gone! Of course, the thought had passed through Princess' head that Zagreus was just some random guy who'd gone completely off his rocker, decorated himself with skulls, and decided to run around telling people he was the prince of the Underworld. After nearly a year of being alone, she'd started calling herself 'Princess', so maybe all it took was a little more isolation to start getting into 'I'm-an-immortal-god-from-the-Underworld' territory. A point in his favor, though, were the little scorch marks he seemed to leave behind when he walked - that was either a supernatural effect or a really seamless magic trick. Either one was at least a little bit impressive. Considering she'd just minutes ago apparently walked through a portal into an inter-dimensional space, it wasn't too much effort to suspend a little more disbelief for Zagreus' sake. The man seemed happy to have at least gotten out of the Underworld, but Princess could imagine how a place like that could get a little stifling after a while. There were at least a few good things on the surface...there were cute clothes, hair dye...and nobody around to tell you you needed to pay money for them anymore.

Though, despite not having likable odds and ends to collect, Princess was cautiously optimistic about this new place - unless its calming exterior was meant to be a trap, or an illusion of some sort, something to lure people in from the other sides of the portals and trap them here for an unknown purpose. That wasn't a comforting thought - and all the more reason for them to investigate. Princess smiled, feeling a touch of something like excitement as Zagreus offered to let her lead the way. She re-adjusted the strap that kept her gun slung over her shoulder (though as of yet there seemed to be no reason she'd have to use it) and standing up to her full height to walk past him so that she could lead the way. "Well, 'trespassers' is a bit of an unpleasant word for it - we're explorers, or pioneers." She suggested. She had, after all, assumed Zagreus presided over this place when she'd first seen him, but how did one even quantify owning what appeared to be more or less a whole dimension? If there was a lord of the Underworld, she supposed it was possible...so maybe they were trespassers. Well, at least they would be telling the truth when they said they didn't know anyone was in charge of this weird...forest...dimension...whatever it was. "I haven't seen any signs of anything dangerous, but it's still probably a good idea to keep our eyes peeled. I mean, if there's more portals out there, who knows what could end up coming through them?" Princess suggested, narrowing her eyes to keep a keen view of the horizon. There was still nothing stirring, though, so she took a few cautious steps forward, assuming Zagreus would follow.

☠ ── 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐀𝐍 ！
❝ 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚅𝙸𝙸 ❞ male • synthetic human • death stranding • tags: reza, pechebelle

Reza seemed confused, but wasn't quite rejecting his idea. She didn't understand what he was describing. Where she was from, games were different, perhaps more primitive. The hybrid then turned to analyzing Pechebelle, using some sort of sensory ability Deadman had never seen before. He would've loved to ask about it, but that was not the subject at hand; as strange a creature as Reza was, Pechebelle was an even stranger being. Reza's behaviors seemed normal, seemed human, despite the fact that she was obviously not one. The hybrid also seemed quite certain, through whatever form of perception this was, that Pechebelle was not an automaton - though, without knowing how she was making that determination, he couldn't be entirely sure she would recognize a sophisticated android. But, defaulting to assuming that she was right, then how could that have come about? How could a naturally-occurring creature, even in the infinite realm of possibilities wrought on by an interconnected multiverse, end up understanding its world in this way? "Unless, maybe..." Murmured Deadman, mired deeply in his own thoughts. "It is so receptive to its environment - absorbing and internalizing everything, like a child - that if it were exposed to these kinds of terms in the context of a simulation, it might come to assume it has such statistics and abilities too." Yet again, it relied a lot on assumption, but having so little to work with he was grasping for any glimmer of hope that Pechebelle was her own, natural being, or at the very least independent. Had he not been so viscerally aware of the things synthetic life lacked, either by virtue or additional circumstances, he would perhaps not have been so disappointed - and perhaps even somewhat saddened - by the thought she was unnatural. It was simply an unfortunate fate for any being, at least one as obviously aware of itself as Pechebelle was. "That would, after all, give it a very simplistic, logical way of thinking about itself, without any need for philosophy." He rationalized, at least as well as he could given his already-spurious train of thought.

His further extrapolations were abruptly derailed when Pechebelle sought to answer Reza's next string of questions. Her response was more interesting than any before it, namely because she was doing what Deadman had wondered whether or not she could do - putting words together in formats she hadn't heard before. Using words, trying to form sentences that described her thoughts. She was breaking down what she had heard and extracting the meanings she wanted, rearranging them to suit her needs. In time she could perhaps learn to speak very naturally - and, based on her displayed level of intelligence, it was indeed likely she could find her way to near-fluent English given enough time. However welcome this new revelation was, the subject of her statements was another thing entirely. She seemed to clearly dismiss all of the ideas Reza presented to her, as though she had known absolutely nothing before this place - yet she still seemed to identify with the idea of coming through a portal, the same way he and Reza had. If that was the case, then what was on the other side of her portal? If not others like her, if not a home, then what? "Do you remember where you came from?" Deadman tentatively tried to ask. The way Reza had re-phrased her questions to contain new words she could use in her response seemed like a smart idea, but it was hard to decide what the most useful words would be when there was such a broad spectrum of possibility regarding where she had come from. "Do you remember anything at all other than us and this place? Being somewhere else? Other things...plants, animals, people?" Broad concepts - the mere idea of living things or locations wasn't a lot more to work with than she'd had before, meaning she still likely didn't have the capacity yet to verbally describe what she had seen even if she could recall it, despite her obviously increasing ability to use the words she had heard. If she did indeed have no recollection of anything else, that meant there were many things Reza and Deadman might never be able to really know. Had she simply sprung into existence mere moments before going through the portal, or was she somehow isolated from her own memory while she was here? Such a thing seemed impossible, unless she had been disconnected from some sort of telepathic hive mind, wherein all but perhaps the basest of knowledge and memory was a part of the collective (or harbored by one powerful being, the 'queen bee' of the hive mind) and unable to be retained by individuals if they were to be suddenly severed from the rest - but even then, that wouldn't answer all their questions, and was, perhaps more than ever, a lot to assume at once.

♞ ── 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐍 ！
❝ 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙸 ❞ male • vampire • d&d oc • tags: --

The burning hit him before anything else did - not sight, not sound, not scent, but searing pain. The man growled in the back of his throat and yanked his cloak up over his head, shielding his skin from the sun - albeit only temporarily. Somehow, of all the things he had been prepared for, that accursed orb's influence wasn't one of them. Perhaps it was because he'd been sure - so, so sure - that this was an alternate portal to the Abyss that he hadn't even bothered to properly address the possibility that it wasn't - and yet, here he was. The man scrambled to take shelter under the boughs of the largest tree he in his line of sight; being out of direct sunlight would keep him relatively safe, but he could still feel the lingering sting of the sun on his face for several more seconds. Even when it died down, it left a more subtle but still uncomfortable pricking feeling in its place, like what it felt like when a numb limb was waking up. Not to mention the fact that even with his eyes narrowed and his hood up he was still half-blind in this level of light. He needed to find a cave, or at the very least some sort of scrape underneath a ledge - and do so quickly. But it felt prudent to determine where he was before he It did look somewhat like Wy, but it definitely wasn't the Shadowfell (that blasted sun), and didn't seem to have any of the distinguishing traits of the Feywild. It seemed more likely it was one of the outer planes, and the environment would more closely match what he had heard of The Beastlands or Arborea. But there weren't any animals, which was distinctly uncharacteristic of the Beastlands, and in fact it didn't seem all too celestial at all. If neither was the case, then this had to be some random demiplane...great. Marbas had nothing to say but murmurs; his body wasn't here, and his remaining spirit had no connection to this plane, so despite how eager he had been to get through the portal he was now as sour towards this place as he was everything else. Solomon agreed that this place was quite repulsive, not as handsome as the arid, windswept depths of Tartarus, but he was curious about it in a way the demon lord wasn't even capable of being.

Even without animals, this open wilderness reminded him of Atla. It seemed like the kind of place she would have enjoyed being alone with her thoughts, tending the plants as if they were animals. Solomon was suddenly flooded with memories of her, almost prophetic in how vivid they were. Perhaps it had just been so long since he'd been in an unclouded wilderness like this that he'd very seldom had a chance to remember what it was his lady had liked so much about the wild world. He could almost picture her striding among these trees, half the height of some of them, ducking to keep her headdress from raking the boughs as she lumbered barefoot through the valley. It seemed unlikely, but not impossible...could she be here? If this were some celestial glade, it would certainly be possible. Atla would long for no afterlife other than an eternity in an unfettered wilderness. Perhaps she had even summoned him, created that portal herself or pled to some higher being to allow Solomon access. The thought was enough to stall him from going right back through that useless portal; if she was here, if any of this speculation could possibly be true, Solomon had to find her. Marbas wailed from his prison within the ring at this very thought; Atla was not important to him, never had been, and now that he was faced with the idea of Solomon reuniting with her he was angry and indignant. Of course, he had no connection to her, no reason to want Atla to be here or anywhere. This place, like all places, was destined for ruin at his hand, and if Atla did not want that, she was an obstacle. Solomon promised to him that he would find a way to devastate this place if he looked around enough, that maybe he could find new allies to corrupt here, and maybe some of them could even be the help he needed for Marbas' becoming. The demon lord had no interest in exploring, no need for investigation outside of a very narrow scope, and this place was useless to him. But the promise of destruction, deception, corruption, pleased him. Dual motives it was, then. But before either Atla or ruination, Solomon needed shelter, and a better one than the shade of a tree. Hopefully there was such a thing as nightfall on this plane.

➶ ── 𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐋 ！
❝ 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙸 ❞ female • human • hannibal • tags: --

On the surface, had just looked like a door she'd never seen in the hospital. She hated that place, but she'd grown familiar with it - familiar enough to recognize when a door hadn't been there before. That was a weird enough occurrence in and of itself, but what lay on the other side of the door was way, way weirder. It was outdoors, but not at all the hospital courtyard; rather, it was a massive expanse of loose woods, some sort of sweeping valley with a bright sun shining overhead. Was this supposed to be Narnia or something? The girl didn't want to admit it, but she was riddled with fear at the prospect of what lay out there in this strange and silent wilderness. Maybe she should go get someone else, tell one of the nurses or something? No, if they didn't see what she saw...if this portal somehow disappeared, then they'd think she'd gone off the deep end. Even Hannibal would probably think she was nuts, and it was too much of a risk to go all the way to him to try and explain...whatever the hell this was. So...what then? Should she just...go out there? Taking a few cautious steps forward, Abigail nervously fiddled with the scarf shrouding her scarred neck and called out, "Hello...?" - though nobody answered. Perhaps just as well; who knows who or what would have answered. Abigail felt her shoes sink a little into the loamy earth as she peered around a tree, looking silently into the distance for any sign of movement. This kind of environment felt familiar, yet simultaneously very alien. She'd been in the wilderness many times, most often on hunting trips with her Dad, but this kind of wilderness was...different somehow, and she couldn't put her finger on it right away. Then, it hit her: there weren't any animals here. She couldn't hear or see a single bird, a single deer, even a mouse or a cicada or anything at all. It was completely, unnaturally empty. The revelation sent a chill racing down Abigail's spine - if there were no animals, where had they all gone? What had caused them to so wholly evaporate? She immediately turned back to look at the doorway she'd come through. Several deep, slightly trembling breaths followed as she attempted to calm herself down.

This was scary - the unknown was scary - but still Abigail felt a deep compulsion to figure out more. Even though there was a chance this was all some feverish hallucination, there was a gravity about it all she couldn't deny. Why had it been her to walk through this gateway, and not someone else? Had this place sought her out somehow, or was it just pure chance? Would another person come walking through that door at any moment, or was she the only one who could cross? There had to be something here that would give her an answer - or even a fragment of one. Curiosity was still tugging persistently at her sleeve, telling her there was something she needed to find out. Again, the idea of trying to tell someone still felt like it would only end with her leading someone back to an empty closet and ultimately getting thrown in the Baltimore State Hospital or something. Sighing and running her fingers through her hair, Abigail kept on slowly, hugging the trunks of trees and frequently stalling to look around. The mild sun and the ambient smell of pine in the air were almost nice, but the lack of living things outside of plants was easily unsettling enough to counteract this. "Is there anyone here?" Abigail asked the seemingly empty woods. Did she really want someone to be here? If this was something as crazy as an alternate dimension, it could've gotten both weird and dangerous in a heartbeat. Not to mention the fact there must've been a reason there were no animals here, after all; what if something had just destroyed them? Some all-powerful cosmic being or wave of disruption or catastrophic all-consuming plague or any other number of equally horrifying things could've been the culprit, and whatever it was would probably spare her no extra mercy. Maybe it was just nicer to imagine that this was some fresh untamed location so remote no animals existed in this world just yet, or they were still living in an ocean somewhere waiting to evolve to walk on land or something. That seemed...all-in-all less likely than everything in this world having been wiped out or this all being a horrifically vivid dream, but it was still possible...right?

[InfectedHau]

Reza of the Fin Clade||MtG||Tagged: Deadman, Pechebelle

Pechebelle's answer only raised more questions. She had no siblings, no creator she was aware of, no memory of her home. Her life experience seemed to begin at the moment she emerged from the portal, but how could that be? Reza was a biomancer, a master of shaping and manipulating life, she knew the intricacies of evolution better than almost anyone. Life didn't just appear, it was a slow, arduous process, taking centuries, if not millennia, of slow, subtle changes. Magic could speed the process along, force certain species together, but it could never create life where none existed before. With enough mana, the rules of the world could be bent, but never broken. Even beyond the simple mechanics of it, it was abundantly clear that Pechebelle was intelligent. Not simply mimicking, as a bird or primate might, but self-aware, capable of independent and high-level thought. The finest minds in the Simic Combine had yet to create a truly intelligent being, even the Guardian Project required a sentient being beforehand. In an infinite multiverse, all things were statistically possible, but the odds of a unique, intelligent individual being spontaneously generated at the exact moment as the portal opening were astronomically high.

Unless...

"I don't think she knows where she came from," Reza said. "Doesn't know... because she never saw it." The hybrid began to pace around the small area of forest, claws clicking as she worked through her theory. "In my universe, the portal that led here appeared only a few hours ago. I'm not sure how long your portal was open before you entered it, but I'd hazard a guess that it was a fairly recent development. We're looking at Pechebelle and assuming that her case was the same as ours, she entered her portal within a few moments of it opening, but what if that wasn't the case? I have no way of determining this world's age, but forests like this don't spring up overnight, not by themselves anyway. What if her portal was open for far longer than either of ours? What if she was made specifically to go through it?" Ideas were bouncing around Reza's head like sparks in an Izzet engine, too many to put into words all at once. Visual aids would be necessary. Blue-green energy swirled around the biomancer's hands, flowing into the bark of the tree she placed her hand on. Immediately, branches began to sprout and grow, reaching out from the bark even as the wood itself began to change composition, becoming harder, sturdier, almost metal-like in texture. As the branches grew, they began to slope together, weaving and connecting themselves until they formed a honeycomb cage, the openings filled with a smooth, flexible membrane. Not her finest work, but architecture was more the domain of the Gyre Clade. "Where I come from," she said, "we use growth chambers, similar to this one, as cradles for our experiments. Krasis, we call them, guided mutations of existing fauna designed to serve a specific purpose. I do not mean to brag when I say that our skill at shaping life is second to none, yet not a one of us has discovered how to engender true intelligence. Problem solving, yes, critical thinking, perhaps, but no one has ever been able to carry on a conversation with a Krasis as we have with Pechebelle. This initially led me to discount the idea that she was an engendered life form, but what if she was? What if, wherever she comes from, there exists a clade of biomancers even more adept than my own? Could they not have then been able to create a truly sentient being? And, upon discovering a portal that leads to another, unknown plane, would it not make the most sense to send in a proxy, something that would both not be a major loss if the plane turned out to be hostile, and be capable enough to explore, perhaps even colonize? That would explain why she knows nothing of the world she came from, why she has the ability to transcend language barriers and facilitate communication so easily. I'd wager she was injected straight into this world, to avoid any contamination from her previous one. She was meant to come here a completely blank slate,to imprint on this world and take that imprint back." It would certainly explain the irregularities in her essence. Even among biomancers of her home plane, the style and methods of life-shaping varied greatly, it stood to reason biomancy from another plane would be different still. What she wouldn't give to take Pechebelle back to Ravnica and study her, the secrets locked inside her soft pink frame would catapult Reza's art forward centuries.

[Stealthlock]

Pechebelle / Female / Hominid / Form / Tags: Deadman, Reza

“Like a child...” she repeated Dead-man’s phrase musingly. A child. A small, new, undercooked person. Vulnerable, curious. An interesting comparison. She’d have to ask about children later.

Pechebelle watched the hybrid being encourage growth out of the tree at will! She put her own hand on it to see if she could do that, but nothing happened. Reza explained that her people were good at growing life, musing that perhaps Pechebelle had been grown....

...at which point she discovered, with frustration, that she was being misinterpreted. Somehow, her words about having no fellow selves came to mean having no home—no memories. But that was not the case.

“Not, not, not, not, not, not, not...!!!”

She put her hands on her head and clenched her fists. Not enough words. Not enough words.

Although Reza’s following monologue was totally misguided, it supplied enough words to make her head spin. Maybe the right ones were in there somewhere.
”She was meant to come here a completely blank slate...”

Blank slate.

She grabbed their arms and tried again.

“Remember other things! I remember other things!” Difficult pronoun. “Remember plants! Remember...animals!”
She used the word tentatively, miming a spider crawling up her arm, then a bee buzzing through the air on her finger.

“Remember people, not. Home is a blank slate! Like here! Portal....from!”

From was a good word to work with.

“Pechebelle from other plain. Where I come from is a blank slate. Plain...with...”
Prepositions were hard.
“Plants! Animals! Not people! Then, portal.” She mimed it exploding into existence, with grand hand gestures and whooshing sounds. “Spring up overnight!
Portal....to unknown plain! To Dead-man and Reza!
Dead-man and Reza are intelligent. Unknown plain is home now. Other world, blank. This world....”

Among it all, she never really learned a word for good. She struggled to remember one. There had been one at the veeeeery beginning, when they’d first seen her.

“This world is extraordinary. This world is home now.”

Aside from portals everywhere and sentient beings milling about, her world of origin was hardly different from this one. Everything was different colors, and small insect life was the main populous....besides Pechebelle. She was all alone, until today.

Still, they were so curious about how she began to exist. Who was her creator? How was she alive? They weren’t the only ones seeking the answer to that question.

“Creator I remember not. Grown...? I remember not.”

[guar]

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Zagreus smiled at the teasing he received, laughing gently and shrugging his shoulders, “Thanks. I’m not used to having to cheer girls up, I’ll admit. Most of the ones I meet try to kill me anyway.” While his tone made it seem like he was making a joke, the weak chuckle that escaped him after the statement betrayed him. Although it wasn’t entirely true that most of the girls he knew tried to kill him - all of his cousins were friendly enough with him as they offered him boons to aid him in his escape attempts. Besides, they often paid compliments or at least praised the progress he was making. Artemis would make a comment on his style of fighting, even if he wasn’t as skilled as she was and even if their styles differed greatly. Aphrodite was unsurprisingly affectionate, although he had to admit it was somewhat patronising to be called a Godling each time she spoke to him. Athena was someone he admired as well and was the first of the gods and goddesses to offer their help. As of yet, those were the only goddesses he had spoken to thus far, but he had never met them, so he was sure that they probably didn’t count. When saying what he did, the girls in mind were the three furies that would try to block his way out of Tartarus in each escape attempt. Megaera, Alecto and Tisiphone. Now those three were intimidating. He supposed it made it even worse how he had some history with Megaera before she had to fight him to the death each time he tried to leave the Underworld. He was aware that by causing her to fail her job, it was further straining the relationship between them and probably ruining any chances he had to rekindle anything outside of being acquaintances. Nowadays, the first of the furies was just aloof and hostile towards the prince, particularly when he defeated her in battle, and thought his escape attempts are foolish and futile. At least she didn’t try killing him outside of those battles, though. He was sure her sisters wouldn’t be against murder attempts against him, even if he was minding his own business; it wouldn’t do much to harm him as he technically never died, but he supposed it was just for their own satisfaction if anything.

“Pioneers it is, then!” Zagreus concluded cheerfully when Princess made the suggestion to veer away from the term trespassers, “Certainly makes it all seem more exciting and, from the looks of it, nobody else has been in this place. There were no signs of other people, at least.” He remarked, perking up as Princess took the lead and walked ahead, the prince being quick to follow her, glancing about at the area around them to see if he could notice anything of interest outside of the general terrain. “If there is anything here at this hostile, I’m sure we can handle it easily enough.” He responded optimistically, “You have your weapons and I have mine.” He reasoned. At that thought, though, he was curious if he could even summon his weapons wherever it was they were, he was able to when he was outside of the Underworld, he knew that much after his many battled with his fathers on the surface, but he was unsure if that was just because he was close enough to the gates of the Underworld to utilise and feed off of its power. A thoughtful hum escaped him as he raised an arm slightly, to prepare to summon one of the many infernal arms available to him. Closing his eyes to ensure he was focused, it was somewhat of a reach to try and connect with the power of his room, but once he did, there was a light shimmer in the air before Aegis, the Shield of Chaos, materialised on his arm. The boss of the large shield resembled that of a snake’s skull, the insides of the eye sockets being a bright red as well as three spear heads being on the rim of the shield, arranged in the shape of a triangle. The most noticeable feature, though, perhaps was the red laurel on the bottom of the shield beneath the skull boss, reminiscent of the laurel atop of the prince’s head. Satisfied with the chosen weapon, he turned his gaze away from the shield and to Princess, “I can protect us with this if it comes to a fight.” He explained, “Although I have other options if required.”

[KyokoKirigiri]

Dark Bakura~ I had no luck finding duelists. I came across a person(Toro). I wondered where Lady Neith was, she hadn’t come through that portal with me.

Minako~ I wondered if elemental hero Burstinatrix my bonded duel spirit had a clue where I was. “Hey elemental hero Burstinatrix any ideas on where the heck we are.” I asked her telepathically. “Nope no clue I am not sensing Ami, I do sense your mother Calixte and your Aunt Minka.” Elemental hero Burstinatrix replied to me telepathically. I decided to look around.

[AcetheKidd]

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Male• 20 years old • yu-gi-oh oc • Tags: Minka

Tai stopped walking, glancing carefully at the girl who approached him. Eww, he didn't like how happy she was..he wasn't use to happy people. Well, he use to be..a long time ago. Tai was once a happy person in the past, but now he was just a big ol grump. "Y-Yeah, i have a deck..why do you wanna know?" was she looking for a duel? like..dueling for fun? oh no, no,no Tai didn't duel for fun anymore, he dueled for war. There was no such thing as dueling for fun in the world he came form, well not anymore. Every time some one wanted to duel, it was a deceleration of war." Are you fighting for that evil man? if so, i-imma stop you right now!." Silly Tai forgot he was in another world. This girl wasn't looking to start something with him, but of course he was so use to. Fighting for his life, his friends, the Innocent..he had lost all sight what dueling was really all about. However, for now..he was serious, he was prepare to destroy his opponent if that meant saving his skin." I-i won't let you hurt anyone!."

[Ploegy]

⇀Ｃａｉｔｌｙｎ Ｅｉｓｏｌｄ !!
xxxxfemale • seventeen years old • persona 5 oc • tagged: kiyotaka
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Giving a small nod at his assumption, Caitlyn was not surprised that he had guessed she was no from this place. Her gear made her stand out like a sore thumb to begin with. If she had been from a place like this there was no way she would have been wandering about in brightly colored hockey gear like she was. If anything she would have worn something more casual. That would lead to far less questions in the appearance front. However, Kiyotaka didn't seem focused on that at the moment. His questions had gone in a completely different direction though they were understandable ones. Perhaps odd outfits like hers were completely normal in his home. As much as she was curious, she knew that was not the primary focus here. She couldn't let herself get distracted that would only be her demise especially when she was off on her own. She still wasn't sure if this other was dangerous or if there was any kind of danger that lurked in this place. It was entirely possible that she had nothing to worry about, but still she couldn't help feeling on edge. Even so she lowered her hockey stick from its defensive position and allowed its blade to rest on the ground beside her while both hands rested on its knob. Allowing herself to take a relaxed stance, she decided that she might as well try to answer all the questions that were being thrown at her. There was quite a bit for her to take in, but she did not mind. Sure she was usually a bit more hesitant and resistant to cooperate with strangers, but given the situation she might as well play nice.

"I did come through a portal. I found one in my house back home which was quite strange," she told him as a faint frown crossed her lips. She wasn't necessarily sure where the portal he had come was located, but being inside someone's home was concerning to her. It was as if her family were the only ones that were meant to find it if they could even see it. For all she knew it could have only been for her eyes only or something that only those that had been in the Metaverse could see. The latter seemed unlikely though. As possible as it was that Kiyotaka could have visited the Metaverse, she felt it unlikely. Then again there was the slim possibility that he was a shadow as well and was well disguised. For now she needed to think positively on the matter though. As much as she wished not to trust anyone or anything, she needed to give at least a small portion of her trust to him. Pushing the thought aside, her mind moved on to the next question that he had asked her; the time of day. Unlike him she hadn't come in the middle of the night, but rather in the afternoon. "For me, it was afternoon. I had just returned from school for the day. So, no. It was not the same for me." Pausing for a moment, Caitlyn pondered how to approach his final question. Was it safe to tell him where she was from? She could always take the question quite literally and say she was from Canada rather than giving away her current home. It wasn't lying although it wasn't telling the exact truth. Letting a soft sigh escape her lips, she knew there probably was no reason for her to not give a legitimate answer. "As for where I am from, I current live in Japan. Shibuya to be exact. What about yourself?"

⇀Ｒｅｎ Ａｍａｍｉｙａ!!
xxxxmale • seventeen years old • persona 5 • tagged: hana
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Those words she spoke hit home with Ren almost immediately. "Almost seems too good to be true." That was something he could relate to in many ways. Many of the palaces he entered appeared that way until the shadows came along and tried to kill them or he realized how bad some of the cognition was. It was disgusting how highly some adults thought of themselves and how twisted their hearts could actually be yet how beautiful their palaces could be at the same time. This place seemed no different compared to them yet it lacked the tie to a specific person like the rest had had. Was the beauty sincere then? It was hard for him to say at this point. He knew better than to trust it though. Averting his gaze away from Hana once again, he allowed himself to look around and take it all in once more. After spending most of his life in the city, it felt nice to be in a place like this; a place void of the crowds of people roaming the streets and making it difficult to maneuver from place to place. It was a better place to escape than the attic that he usually hid away in. Nevertheless, he couldn't worry himself with such thoughts. Pushing such things out of his mind, Ren finally gave a nod of his head at her words. "You're right," he agreed as his attention snapped back to the girl before him. "I have this gut feeling this place is too good to be true. Everywhere I've gone that's even been remotely nice has always had a twist to it. I assume this would be no different." Pausing for a moment, he realized where his train of thought was going. If he hadn't cut himself off he would have mentioned something about his outfit change. That alone would have given away that he was hiding something. If he would have mentioned that his thief getup usually only appeared when he was seen as a threat then that would have been enough to alarm anyone. He didn't wish to cause any chaos right now though. There was no reason for it. Besides, he didn't wish to give away his identity as a phantom thief. Doing such defeated the purpose anyways. There was still a possibility that she might be from the same world as his own anyways.

Focusing his mind once again, Ren listened as she continued on and questioned that he had come in through a train station. It was no surprise that it had been different for her. There was no telling how the portals appeared or anything like that. At her next question, he wondered if that was true. It would leave an opportunity for anyone and anything to go and leave as they pleased. By that question alone he was sure that the portal she must have come through had been in a public area then. Maybe he had been wrong to assume that it hadn't been in a train station like his own. Perhaps that was why she had questioned it. As he began to ponder over it, he heard he mention them being the first people here again. Again the thought came back and he couldn't help but wonder if it was true or not. As awkward of a thought as it was, it was a strong possibility. No matter how much he wanted to avoid mentioning the possibility, he knew he had to mention. Again he found his eyes straying away from Hana. If he was going to bring forth such a thing, he wasn't sure he wanted to see her reaction to it. There hadn't been enough time for him to get a grasp on her personality thus he had no clue how she would take it all especially given that he was nothing more than a stranger. Sucking in a deep breath, it felt odd to Ren that he was this nervous. The worst that could happen was that she tried to shoot him and that would be an extreme overreaction in his opinion. His thoughts were again interrupted as she continued on and stated that the portal she had come through hadn't been in a public location. He supposed that didn't matter with what he was about to say. "It is possible more people haven't come through yet and that there was many portals," he began as he fixated his gaze off into the distance. "Or maybe the portals are only meant to be seen by select people. Actually, it crossed my mind that we might be the only two here and for a specific reason."

Again he found himself pausing though this time it was accompanied by the reddening of his face as a blush made itself present. How embarrassing. The only saving grace was that his mask cover a majority of it. Despite his own embarrassment growing, he needed to finish what he had started. There was no turning back now. "Maybe this world is trying to rebuild itself hence why it would need a woman and a man. If you're catching my drift." He hoped he wouldn't have to explain it more than that. Surely she would be smart enough to know what he was implying. He could only imagine how much worse it could get if she didn't. Explaining something like this wasn't something he desired to do. If it came to that he could always give a hint in another fashion though he doubted flirting was the greatest option in the current moment. He knew he had been relatively vague on how he had explained the possibility, but it was to save himself from getting the worst possible outcome from the situation. However, Ren was sure she could still question him on why that had come to mind and at that point he would have dug his own grave. For once, the calm and confident thief was out of his comfort zone. He would have never thought it would be over something like this, but there was no changing that now. All he could do was keep himself together and hope for the best.

⇀Ｃｌａｕｄｅ ｖｏｎ Ｒｉｅｇａｎ!!
xxxxmale • twenty-three years old • fe3h • tagged: yuumi
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It was nice to get away and relax even if it was only for few moments. Usually Claude wasn't one to let himself rest. There was always something to be done no matter what was happening. With a war going on back in Fodlan and his position as a leader, there was no time for him to sit back. Ever since the passing of his grandfather, he had been hard at work to maintain the Alliance's neutrality in the war, but now they had gotten themselves a stronghold in the center of the continent and the aid of Byleth meaning they were inching closer and closer to entering the war for themselves in search of Rhea. To him, finding her wasn't a huge concern, but it was for Byleth thus he was willing to lend them his aid. He had much to be grateful for due to them. Besides, it was time that his people took a stand against the invading Empire. The Kingdom was already on the verge of collapse with very few territories left fighting against the oncoming threat. That meant soon enough his people would be in danger. He doubted Edelgard was willing to let them off easily given how abruptly she brought this war upon them five years ago. All of that was constantly on Claude's mind. The archer needed to be steps ahead of what was to come in order to keep his people safe. His tactics had gotten him this far already, he was sure they would continue to carry him despite the burden he had been carrying of late. Some might say he was due for a break given his work. Those were the people that thought he was overworking himself. Maybe he was, but this was war. Work had to be done. Even so, he felt himself not wanting to get up from his rest. His body had longed for even a few moments like this. He longed for the tranquility this place offered. Perhaps someday Fodlan could be like this. Only time would tell if that was true. As much as he wished for peace back home, he had his other dreams as well. They were yet another reason for him to finally put his foot into the war at hand. If he sought to bring fruition to breaking down the barriers between Fodlan and neighboring nations then he had to unite the land. The only way to do that was to end the war with the Alliance's victory. That was precisely why he needed to wake from this rest and get back to his work.

As his mind continued to struggle between staying at rest and getting up, Yuumi's voice drew him from his internal conflict and caused his eyes to shoot open in shock. For someone who was always on alert and prepared for most things, he hadn't been prepared for this. Pushing himself up until he was on his knees, Claude fumbled with Failnaught for a moment until the bow was in hand once more. Holding it up defensively, he didn't yet draw its string with an arrow at the ready. Instead, his gaze was quick to scan his surroundings once more and to his surprise it settled upon what appeared to be a cat sitting upon a floating book. In his life he had seen his fair share of oddities, but this had to be up there on the strange list. A floating book wasn't all that odd given that he had seen mages levitate objects in the past, but a cat riding on it was something new and the fact that it seemed to have been the one speaking to him made it even more unusual. Never once had he heard an animal speak and Garreg Mach had its fair share of stray animals roaming its grounds. Most kept to themselves and bathed in the sun for hours. On occasion they would interact with the humans around or the humans would interact with them. Even so, he had never heard any of the cats do anything more than hiss, mew or purr. Sure, Marrianne stated she was able to speak with the animals and hear their voices, but never before had Claude been able to do such. It was off putting. Giving his head a small shake, he wondered if he was somehow going crazy. "A talking cat?" he breathed out as he lowered the heroes relic to his side. "That's something new." Looking around once again, he hoped to find something else that the voice could have belonged to, but it was to no avail. He and Yuumi were the only living beings in sight unless one of the nearby trees had decided to start talking. That was even crazier than a talking cat though. No matter how strange it was, Claude knew he ought to answer the feline's question and offer an introduction of his own.

Straightening his posture, he rested his free hand on his hip and allowed his other to rest at his side with Failnaught still in hand. "I am Claude von Riegan," he introduced as a smirk crossed his lips. "And I'm not sure if I can offer any help. I do not even know my way around this place so I doubt I could offer much assistance unless it was in some other manner." It was possible Yuumi was from here and seeking him out for an entirely different reason. It was hard to say. If she was from here, he'd love to know how she was surviving given the lack of wildlife for her to feed on to keep herself alive. That was a question for another time though.

[KyokoKirigiri]

Calixte~"Sorry about my sister she's always like this, my names Calixte Kaiba-Asuhara, she's more like our father than anything." I said to Tai. Jaden was near me.

Minka~ I glared at Calixte. "Its Minka Kaiba-Asuhara." I said to Tai.

Alexis~ "My names Alexis Rhodes, what about you." I said to Tai. I was curious about this Tai person. I know what Jaden is going to ask a duel. I know he will.

Jaden~ "Its Jaden Yuki." I said to Tai. I thought about asking this guy for a duel because why not. "Do you want to duel, its okay if you don't want to." I said to Tai.

Minaka~ I came across a person(Zuchi). "Hello there who are you." I said to Zuchi. I could tell this person(Zuchi) wasn't duelist.

[bigwig.]

💎 ── 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 ！
❝ 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚅𝙸𝙸𝙸 ❞ female • human • the walking dead • tags: zagreus

Princess chuckled back at Zagreus when he joked about all the girls he met trying to kill him. "A real ladies' man, huh?" She huffed, hoisting her goggles back up to keep her hair restrained. She was thankful he at least had a sense of humor; how awful would it be to get trapped alone in a place like this with somebody who couldn't even take a joke? Well...if that had been the case, it would've at least saved her getting flustered so easily when he was receptive to anything even mildly flirtatious. Staying quiet in an attempt to hide this, she left the comment hanging in the air and focused on what lay ahead. As Zagreus remarked on the absence of human influence on this realm, Princess agreed with, "Yeah...it seems like nobody's been here before at all. I mean, there's no buildings or anything." Not so much as a crude structure, in fact - no sign people had ever been here, even in the distant past. Though, it was possible that there were, in fact, people in the place, just not where Princess and Zagreus were. It was possible for them to survive without animals around, just living a strictly vegan lifestyle. "It's kinda neat, actually...but at the same time, y'know, I'm probably gonna end up sleeping in a pile of pine needles or something, so not that neat." The girl continued, pivoting rather quickly in the middle of her thought as it occurred to her that she lived here now. She didn't remember her way back to the portal she'd come through, and she wasn't about to go diving into one if she didn't know where it went. Plus, her old set-up kinda sucked, so she was pretty sure she'd still rather be here even if it meant sleeping in a cave. Unless, of course, things just took a sudden turn for the worse, in which case her having lost her way so quickly was a bit of a bigger deal. At least she still had her potential demigod friend here to help. Speaking of helping, he was apparently not as unarmed as he seemed, as he pulled from no visible source what initially appeared to be a shield - but the angular blades sticking off of it were a pretty good indicator that it could just as easily be used as a weapon if the need arose. "Okay, now you're just showing off." Princess scoffed, though she tried to keep it clear enough that her dismissal was still meant to be humorous. It figured he could conjure weapons out of thin air while she had to carry hers around the old-fashioned way.

She also found herself taking a moment to appreciate the fact that Zagreus thus far seemed like a pretty chill guy; even not knowing the full extent of his power, the ability to summon menacing-looking weapons like that one at will was plenty intimidating. And he'd invited her to go first! Was that his way of using her as a meat shield? Well...probably not, considering didn't need one - he had a real shield. Princess didn't refuse to keep leading the way, weaving relatively slowly through the trees so that she had time to hear or see anything that suddenly made itself known. She wasn't sure if the emptiness of this place was more soothing or unsettling; on one hand, it was a bit relaxing to be somewhere that didn't smell like death, with no ominous cawing of crows or growling of zombies. Rotters were one less thing to worry about, and they'd been her main worry back home. But, on the other hand, she had no idea what it was she was expecting to suddenly appear as they explored their surroundings, or even where she expected it to show up - behind a tree somewhere? In the branches? Swooping down from the sky? None of the above? As she was contemplating this, not paying as much attention to her surroundings as she probably should have been, a sound suddenly hit her ears. It was constant, low and distant, but it was something moving other than branches in the wind. "Wait - I hear something." Princess gasped to draw Zagreus' attention to it, half ready to fight and half excited by this development. The sound didn't change, didn't draw any closer, and after a second of listening she realized what it was. "Ohh, it's water - a stream or a waterfall or something." She announced. It wasn't anything amazing, of course, but it was different. Should she be disappointed, or relieved? All these conflicting feelings were getting tiring.

☠ ── 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐀𝐍 ！
❝ 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚅𝙸𝙸𝙸 ❞ male • synthetic human • death stranding • tags: reza, pechebelle

Deadman gave Reza his full attention as she continued to extrapolate; all things considered, the basis of it made sense - a creature made specifically to embark into the unknown and return with information in the stead of a being deemed more valuable by its creators. She was highly adaptable, able to learn through telepathy and communicate with anything it happened to find on the other side, and had very simplistic, non-threatening physical traits. Deadman was even more keen to listen when Reza once again showcased her extraordinary, previously-unseen abilities. Before their very eyes she grew and morphed the material of one of the living trees available to her, transforming it into a cage-like structure. "What an extraordinary ability!" Deadman exclaimed. The concept of manipulating life forms was far from alien to him, but seeing anyone alter something in such a way within such an incredibly short span of time was quite amazing. "This is a form of biomancy in action, then?" He remarked, approaching her model of the growth chamber with a curious eye. She had indeed altered the very constitution of the tree's tissues, not only rearranged its features. Hearing her talk, he was surprised he hadn't thought of gene splicing earlier. That would explain many of Reza's odd traits: she was hybridized with what was most likely a number of different organisms, perhaps to better adapt her to an aquatic or semi-aquatic lifestyle. He did not remark on the notion of growth chambers; he didn't remember his own and tried not to think about it. However, their apparent inability to create an intelligent being was interesting. Her people's ability to manipulate genes seemed greatly advanced - so much so that it had become all but innate for Reza herself, as she was able to command the fabric of a tree without any equipment - but the fact they had never been able to develop a free-thinking being would've put them, in at least one sense, behind his own world. "A sentient synthetic being is certainly not impossible - not where I'm from, at least, though I don't know if a genetically hybridized one has ever truly been attempted - which means it could very well be possible elsewhere." He offered, fairly casually, careful to only skirt the subject so as to keep himself from incidentally revealing anything about himself he didn't want revealed.

However, it seemed they may have made too many assumptions, as Pechebelle promptly and insistently countered her. "No, no, no - she does remember." Added Deadman, half marveling and half hushing Reza from her impassioned monologue, making sure she was also listening as intently as he. So, Pechebelle did remember something before this place - but, from the sound of it, the place she'd lived before wasn't too different from this one, aside from having some insects among the vast wealth of flora. Hearing her fragmented description, Deadman nodded and, trying to be at least slightly comforting, told her, "I understand." Living all her life in a place like this one - vast but empty, inhabited only by herself and what her gestures indicated were likely insects - seemed like a rather dreary fate for a being such as herself. Everything about her indicated she was a social creature, and social creatures weren't meant to be isolated - not only humans, but even supposedly simple creatures struggled when separated from their clan or colony. And Pechebelle was, for all intents and purposes, as emotionally intelligent as a human, but with no family, no friends, no connections. "There's nobody else where you're from, nothing for you to be attached to. Not much of a home, then - which is why you'd rather be here." He voiced this thought with a somber timbre to his voice, an attempt at empathy. Deadman could understand why she would rather be here, where she could sate her desire to learn and interact, rather than in a place that was even emptier. She had never even met another sentient being before passing through the portal - which explained why she hadn't known how to speak at all. That meant he and Reza were Pechebelle's only connections; before arriving here, she hadn't even known there was such a thing as a creature she could communicate with, another creature with the same capacity for complex thought and empathy as her. To him it felt like almost like a responsibility; they were her only stewards, and obviously she would rather be around them than anything familiar, which was quite a serious sentiment.

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»Zuchi was looking at the sky in thought for some time until they heard a voice that is a bit far away. Turning around they see another person. Huh who would've thought there was others? A shame there are other people here but then again if they were here completely by themselves then they might've lost their mind but the unnatural silence in the world. Placing a hand on their face in thought what to say to them, unfortunately for Zuchi this is a bit hard for them to socialize with others. They are not the best person to start a conversation at all during that time it was just an awkward silence between the two. Zuchi never felt so disappointed in themselves unable to answer a simple question. Come on! Say words! They are human too. Well are they human? Am I human? Oh no, here we go again with the crisis now is not the time here!

"U-uh.. I don't know. What am I-- I mean I guess I am human. Well in a way?" Zuchi stuttered nervously and quiet. The teen felt like they were going to explode with anxiety and just hide in a pile of leaves to never talk again to a single living being. "I a-am Zuchi. Erm wh-who are you?" The teen let out a deep sigh of relief. Thank goodness it didn't blow up on their face. Last time they talked to other people in their other world their psychic ability of emotion made things...weird. Looking at Minaka they could tell they aren't from their world or home instantly. If they were they'd be those creepy and suffocating people. Zuchi shudders remembering some of those people. That was not the best experience in their life.

The psychic teen then looked around their surroundings noticing something they didn't inspect at first. There wasn't really wildlife at all, how odd. So the world was just created as of yet and 'invited' new guests to be in it? Weird but why them. They don't mind this but it'd be nice to hear the birds singing here. They find it quite soothing knowing you aren't entirely alone. But seriously why them out of all people ending up here. The teen sighed shaking their heads, well whatever it isn't that important even though they did receive a precog coming here. Are the people in this world dangerous? Zuchi held their guard up, it could be the case that there are dangerous people here. Even looking innocent and weak it could be a trap. The teen learnt that the hard way.