Event Log: May, An Inauspicious Arrival

[faileas]

Event Log: May, An Inauspicious Arrival

I. Boaltinn (1st - 3rd) Boaltinn comes around again. A handful of Mirrorbound will remember the holiday from last year, but for others, it will be brand new. In both Residential Districts, bonfires burn in central locations through the night, frequented by the residents celebrating another summer come to Aefenglom. Curiously, while last year the bonfires seemed quite segregated by human or Monster, this year, there is more of a noticeable mix at each, and Mirrorbound are invited to join the games and festivities quite happily. Characters are invited to try and jump through the bonfire's flames to burn away any poor relationship experiences, be it romantic or platonic, past or present; to aid them in this, those at the Eastern Bonfire will give those participating rune-etched accessories to protect them from the fire. The city has quite a bit to offer for this holiday: shared rose baths at public bathhouses and pleasure establishments that increase feelings of friendliness and talkativeness, poles draped in ribbons meant to be danced around, wrapping a ribbon around the pole to bring good luck for the summer, food stalls whose offerings are meant to be shared, and fortune-telling set up by Divination students of the Coven, who can tell your day is going to go. To see last year's Boaltinn prompts, you can take a glance right here! Much of it, including the bonfires, baths, and entertainments will be similar this year, so feel free to use those in your top levels.

II. An Unusual Arrival (3rd on) A full year from the arrival of the first group of Mirrorbound, the 1st passes quietly, with no one showing up in the mirror-lined halls of the Looking-Glass House. Dates and times are important in most kinds of magic, and this is strange enough that some Witches of the Coven get together on the night of the 3rd to try a probing ritual, attempting to gather some kind of clues that could be useful in prying out the cottage's secrets. Boaltinn is the best time for such things, when the boundaries are thinner, and magic is stronger. Those who are awake that night at 3 am might notice a pulse of harmless silvery light that spreads like ripples on water throughout the whole city, originating at the Looking-Glass House, but nothing further happens, and the Coven receives no answers. Well, nothing happens in the Looking-Glass House. Before long, the reports start coming in: people are emerging from mirrors, regular old mundane mirrors, all over the city. Anything with a particularly reflective surface could be an entry point for someone from another world! Inhabited homes, businesses closed and locked for the night, pools of still water in fountains or the river, these unorthodox Mirrorbound pop up anywhere and everywhere, causing chaos for the City Guard (folks aren't happy to find strangers in their bathrooms at 3 in the morning) and the Coven both. Out of nowhere, a glint of light catches your eye; your heart thunders in your ears as your body moves on its own, your mind consumed with inspecting the source. Your reflection stares back at you, just as curious from the surface - a mirror, a pool of water, your most trusted sword, something fleeting that your mind can barely remember - then ripples at your touch. If you are one of these unfortunate arrivals, it's likely a rude awakening for you, to find yourself somewhere inconvenient, somewhere other than where you've been. It only makes sense to be confused. Hopefully someone finds you and explains to you what's happened to you. Resident Mirrorbound will hear a message from Miss Nessie shortly after it begins, a call to arms: "Dears, I'm quite sorry to disturb you, but it seems your fellows are arriving elsewhere than the Looking-Glass House this month! We're trying to track them all down for the usual welcome, but we could use a hand or several! If you could just bring them by the Coven, the usual spot, that would be lovely." She'll give her usual orientation and pass out Watches, but no doubt the Mirrorbound will be more helpful in this regard, with so many arriving.

III. The Goblin Market (All Month) Life goes on in Aefenglom, despite the addition of so many new residents. With the City Guard decidedly busy dealing with the sudden flood of break-ins (or, more accurately, break-outs?), the vendors of the Goblin Market find opportunity to set up their stalls more openly than they have since the crack-downs some months ago. They pop up all over the city, but clustered more often in the Residential Districts and the Harbor District, where there are even fewer law enforcement agents out and about to run them off. These sellers, while not as devoid of morals as those major players of the Black Market, still have very few compunctions when it comes to lying, cheating, fencing stolen goods, and misrepresenting their wares to unsuspecting buyers. It's also the place to find those things that are- not quite legal, shall we say. They won't say a word if you don't. If confronted, they are quick to pack up their things and slip away, however; they know this city and its hiding places a lot better than you do. With a brand new batch of what the natives assume are Mirrorbound, many undergoing rapid transformations into their Monster forms, many of the wares on display are potions: supposed cure-alls for aches and itches, calming draughts for the full moon restlessness, some even claim their brews can halt changes entirely! Some concoctions are meant to increase a Witch's magical ability, or decrease it, or provide them a finer control. They offer potions that they say will eliminate the need for a Bond, or temporary Bonding potions of their own that they claim are more pure, stronger, than the ones offered by the Coven. Claims are only claims, though. A few remedies for the pain of changing or some regular temporary Bonding potions can be found here and there, but for every potion that works, there are twenty more that have less than pleasant side effects. A brew that will cause everything you touch to turn to solid gold for up to an hour; a potion that will invert your sense of direction - trying to turn right will make you turn left, trying to go forward will cause you to walk backward; a potion that will remove all traction from your feet, causing you to slide around as if cobblestone are the slickest ice. Worse, some shadier vendors sell things more sinister, including a potion that gives you the appearance of being moderately to heavily infected by the Cwyld. Even if you don't drink any, the vendors are not at all careful where they're sloshing those bottles around, trying to show them off, and they all activate on skin contact.

IV. A Wilde Hunt (7th - 22nd) All Mirrorbound, temporary or not, are likely to feel it. Monsters are always affected by the full moons, but this month, it is more. Stronger. Instincts rise to the surface as the Sisters emerge full and visible in the night sky, and for many Mirrorbound, they are undergoing rapid transformations into whatever type of Monster they are meant to be. Curiously, the natives get along like they usually do, noticing nothing out of the norm, other than the increased agitation and restlessness from Mirrorbound Monsters. Monsters' aggression fades when the Sisters start to wane, but as the new moons approach on the 22nd, Mirrorbound Witches will notice their magical reserves overfilling, and will find themselves stricken with the overwhelming urge to use it, until casting spells, pushing one's magical limits, is almost a compulsion. Those who are not in proper Witch-Monster Bonds will feel it even stronger, with no stabilizing magic to consume (for Monsters) or avenues to expend magic (for Witches) other than casting spells. (For those who are interested, the Coven does offer temporary Bonding potions which can be used to help alleviate the effects somewhat.) The Coven Witches notice the signs, and they take decisive action on the morning of the 6th, the day before the full moons. So many Mirrorbound, likely to be so heavily affected by the lunar cycle this month, many of them coming into new features and abilities at a breakneck pace, only spells danger for the city. They barricade off a massive chunk of Wilde outside Aefenglom, largely free of Cwyld and totally bereft of farms, homes, and Wilder outposts. They invite anyone who feels the effects of the moons too strongly to control to come out for a Hunt. The hunting grounds will be open nightly to anyone who needs to work off restless energy or overflowing magic; all participants will be warned that their safety cannot be guaranteed from others, but they won't be able to harm bystanders out here. The woods are thick, with the river cutting through them, and full of wildlife. There is room to run and chase prey, or room to play with your developing magic. Play cat and mouse with your friends or Bondmates, or stalk a stranger. If playing games isn't your thing, there is something else to hunt out here as well. With the deep Wilde entering into Winter, this patch of land so close to the city is much warmer, and fearsome Shades have emerged to search for prey. These were once living beings, Monsters, Witches, or animals, who have been overtaken by Cwyld infection long ago, leaving them dead but for the infection, white-eyed and seeking out sources of magic to consume and infect. Anything could become a Shade, but the most common out right now are the ferocious remains of bears, wolves, and nomadic Arachne and Turnskins. If not killed, these Shades threaten the people of the Outer City, when they inevitably escape the barricade. Careful to limit your contact, though; anyone infected upon their return to the gates will be escorted straight to the infirmary.

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izumi tachibana / a3! / witch / ota

[currysseur]

— an unusual arrival;

[ Izumi doesn't get a dignified entrance, because why would she? Her life has been hectic since the day she agreed to direct the Mankai Company and this is no different.

No. Izumi doesn't get to simply step out of a mirror and arrive in a new world. She rises, spluttering and coughing, out of a pool of water in the middle of the city, having been distracted by her reflection in a puddle in the courtyard of the dorms.

She shivers in the cold night air, soaked through to the bone, and carefully steps onto dry land, narrowly avoiding catching her foot on the lip of the pool edge. ]

( What on earth...?! )

[ If you're one of the few people out at this hour, familiar face or not, she'll try to flag you down, dripping water with each wave of her hand. ]

Excuse me! Excuse me!

— the goblin market;

[ The market is a beautiful, busy thing, reminding her of festivals back home and giving Izumi a nice distraction from the head-spinning strangeness of arriving in a new city and being told she is now capable of magic. She passes some of the stranger stalls, the ones offering oddly coloured potions that have her frowning sceptically at the claims even as a little voice in her head reminds her that this isn't any stranger than arriving here in the first place.

It's the seller offering a sparkly necklace — something which looks almost antique by Izumi's standards — and talking about how it repels evil that finally gets her to stop, watching the way it glimmers in the light. ]

It's pretty! [ If Yuki was here, he'd likely have a whole field of criticisms for her, but he's not, so Izumi can imagine how she might look with it on. Or— ] Can I try it on?

[ Izumi, darling, that's probably not a good idea. ]

— wildcard;

[ Hit me with something else, or message me at isanghae / isanghae#8071 and we can chat about closed starters! ]

arrival

[sneaksweet]

[Juza's not out late very often, but he has a little bag of pastries he was planning on bringing home. He gets completely distracted when he hears his director's voice calling out to him and veers off course to greet her.]

Uh... [She looks kind of cold? He shrugs off his jacket and gives it to her.] You should dry off.

Katarina Claes | My Next Life as a Villainness

[doomflagdestined]

[Reincarnated into Another World...Again?]

[When Katarina falls out of the mirror, there are several things that run through her mind. First, she can smell food, and she's hungry. Second, she assumes that she's died yet again, and been reincarnated yet again into another world. Third, the food smells really close and she's hungry.]

[She appears to be in a bathroom, of some sort, and when she exits, she realizes that she's in a restaurant. She sits down, and immediately starts eating...before realizing that she doesn't have any money on her. Whoops.]

[Katarina turns towards the person next to her, a smile on her face. If she makes puppy dog eyes, maybe this will work, right?]

Hey, you wouldn't happen to have any money on you, would you?

[Villainess in the Marketplace!]

[Being a noble, Katarina doesn't get the chance to go to the markets often. The Golbin Market is a rare chance for her to go out shopping, and she's enjoying every second of it.]

[The idea that the goods here might not be legal doesn't even cross her mind. Nothing really crosses her mind, except that there's a lot here that she doesn't recognize. She hops excitedly from stall to stall, checking each one to see what it has.]

Oh! What's this?

[Magic in the Woods]

[She's a witch! A real-life witch! And now that she has this opportunity, she's going to go into the forest to practice her magic.]

[Katarina finds an area to sequester herself off, and sets off to practicing. There's many manners of magic in this world, and she's lost all of her magic power from back home, but that doesn't stop her from being single-minded and stubborn. Katarina flings out her arm, concentrating.]

Come to me, dirt bump!

[A small mound of earth rises up, about three feet in height. Katarina looks like she just won the lottery.]

Did you see that!? That's the biggest one I've ever made.

[Wildcard]

[Want something else? Hit me up!]

[magic in the woods]

[npc_admin]

Truly a magnificent pile of dirt.

[ Materializing next to her, it is an AI. Well, to be more precise, he is now a witch, too. Yet the AI still considers himself an AI rather than now of flesh and blood. ]

I don't think I'll praise you anymore than that, as I can only hope that the next pile you make will be even higher, and hopefully filled with your enemies. [ HA-HA-HA. ]

Elie MacDowell | Trails From Zero | OTA

[politicsss]

( An Unusual Arrival )

[The chaos invoked by the sudden arrival of new Mirrorbound in all manners of locations is felt just as much by those summoned as it is by the people of Aefenglom. Peering into the mirror, her intention had been to continue on as she would have any other day. But this was not any other day. The mirror she's been dropped out of is that of a dressing room.

That would be fine if it hadn't already been occupied by an innocent turnskin trying on clothing.

For both parties it was a moment of panic. For several reasons. The noise was-- well, few in the stores would have missed the pair of girlish screams.

But for Elie her instinct was to reach for her gun.

Only to be promptly tossed out of the store by other monsters.

She can't help it. In the middle of the sidewalk she sits for a moment, dumbstruck by everything that's just happened.]

Did... did I imagine all that just now?

[Finding out she was actually still in bed would probably be the most logical discovery she could ask for. She's... not sure she's expecting that though.]

( The Goblin Market )

[Perhaps it's none of her business. This isn't her city-- she isn't considered a part of the law enforcement here and there are a lot of things she still doesn't know. However... seeing such a shady operation taking place-- she can't help it.

It's fine. She won't do anything. She's just... observing.

However, there are people being affected by their little schemes here. Reckless vendors sloshing around potions and hitting people with them by "accident". At the sight of someone getting hit, she is quick to act before thinking at all.]

Shouldn't you handle such dangerous items with a bit more care? You could hurt someone.

( wildcard )

[Anything else your heart desires. You can hit me up on plurk at cloudatlas if you want to plot! Otherwise, go wild!]

[guardianreaper]

[Randy just happens to be out on the street when Elie gets thrown out. If it was a good day, he'd probably be out shopping. But it's Randy, so he's probably wandering around for more mischievous reasons.]

[All of which leave his mind when he catches sight of a familiar face. He immediately jogs over, and beams her a wide smile.]

Elie! I was wonderin' when you were gonna show up.

Sakyo Furuichi | A3! | Witch | OTA

[sakyo]

An Unusual Arrival

[The mirror in his bedroom being weird was bad enough. The weird headache from his mirror being weird was bad enough.

But arriving in some weird-ass fever dream by stepping out into some poor woman's dressing room?

Sakyo ducks as she chases him out, throwing a stool at his head that very nearly gets him. Ducking does cause his glasses to go flying, so now he gets to fumble around looking for those and praying no one steps on them.]

The hell is going on...?

Wilde Hunt

[Sakyo's still not sure he believes anything he's heard since arriving here, but it's hard to deny the weird wired feeling he's been dealing with the last few days or the fact that he can, apparently, use magic.

And he thought the weird-ass door at the dorms was bad.

So, when offered a place to go test this out and to safely work off that energy, Sakyo goes. It seems safe enough, and honestly he needs to do something before he rattles out of his skin.

Sakyo can be found more or less off by himself in this blocked off area of the Wilde, experimenting with his magic.]

Wildcard

[He's going to be wandering around all month and judging everyone who trusts the obvious black market so very harshly so hit me up!]

wilde

[pastregrets]

[Sakyo may think he's alone to practice his magic, but there's a presence nearby... In the trees behind him, something rustles... Eventually, the bushes under the tree sway as something rather large follows leaps out at a high rate of speed.

The silver and russet-colored thing moves too quickly to see at first, but when it settles with its back to Sakyo, it's obvious that this is a Monster, and no regular animal. His clawed hands rest down by his sides as he slowly rounds on Sakyo, crouching back to spring again. There's a somewhat feral grin on his face as he digs his claws into the soil to steady himself. It's so obvious that he's not accustomed to this form.

Then, a flash of recognition, and the wolf creature drops its head low.]

Holy... Sorry, Sakyo-san.

[It's a familiar voice, and now even the fur-trimmed face ought to make sense. Omi's tail wags fiercely, and he settles back into a strange crouch. It's hard to function on those back legs still.]

kirei kotomine | fate/heaven's feel | chimera

[livingimpaired]

a. an unusual arrival -- how rude

[ Kirei Kotomine has set into motion the plan to slowly corrupt Sakura Matou's heart. He gave a choice to Shirou Emiya knowing that there was no choice at all -- it was just choosing which way that he wanted to damn himself.

His smile curls as he felt something akin to self-satisfaction. He knew what was going on with Zouken and it would be a matter of time before he dealt with that disgusting worm. But for the moment, he settles in the feeling of "a job well-done." Soon his answer would be within his grasp. He could finally see if everything has been worth it.

He walks close to one of the windows of the cathedral. His gaze settles upon his transparent reflection in the glass. There is a smudge on the window pane and he walks over to carefully clean it off -- as his hand touches the smooth surface, he feels himself falling forward.

What is...?

His question stays incomplete as he suddenly appears within another cathedral. He doesn't fall through the window as he steps through it, and lands carefully on the unfamiliar floor. A Reality Marble? No, it is something else. Even a novice mage like himself could tell that much.

He pauses as he leaves the cathedral in slow, steady steps. Kirei pauses to take in the sight of the city; he breathes in the chill of the night air and hums to himself. His gaze settles on few people that are wandering around like he is -- their expressions are filled with confusion, maybe even panic.

A moment of joy comes at seeing their wretched faces, but it is met with disgust, as always. My answers are not here, but a priest like myself can still offer some guidance.

So, he steps forward and calls out: ]

Are you also lost?

b. the goblin market -- hoh?

A potion that assists with the pain of transformation, huh?

[ Alchemy? Well, it isn't like he is certain he can compare anything to his world. However, what little funds that he has in this world, he uses to acquire one of the potions in questions.

Kirei holds the bottle up to the light, he watches the liquid as it sloshes from side-to-side, then tucks it away in his pocket. Does he intend on using it? No. Does he intend on holding onto it just because? Yes. It may come in handy sometime in the future to someone else, as a priest should he not try to hold onto anything that may save someone from pain?

He chuckles to himself. ]

But really... I can't help but feel as though I'm surrounded by trash.

c. wildcard

[ Want something else? Hit me up. I'll roll with it. Go wild. He's here to dance around and leave. ]

b

[ua_duibhne]

I wouldn't trust a lot of what they're selling, no.

[Diarmuid stands a little way from him, head tilted curiously to the side as he surveys the man in front of him. At a glance, he's a waking contradiction; taller and broader than most humans and towering over the goblins, he has the build of a fighter, not a man of the cloth. Ultimately, unusual it may be but it's more a curiosity than anything to be concerned about.

And so, the witch's smile is easy, his voice congenial and warmed by the lilt of his accent. Gripped in one hand is a parcel wrapped in brown paper- nothing exciting, merely a collection of interesting potion ingredients- leaving the other free to brush back his curl as he nods at the potion.]

... but... you can find some interesting deals if you know where to look. [And then, acutely aware of the merchant's reproachful glare over Kirei's shoulder, he adds with a small laugh-] Likely, that's one of them.

nitocris | fate/grand order | witch

[rivering]

i. goblin market

[Nitocris tumbles out of a mirror in the back of a stall in the Goblin Market, a dusty little thing that, by all accounts, shouldn't have been big enough to spit her out in the first place. Picking herself up, she turns to look at it and huffs. It's tiny and dusty and scratched and ugly. On the other side it was her own mirror, a dark and gorgeous thing. What a poor trade.]

[On top of which, she doesn't know where she is. It's the sort of thing she should take in stride, she knows, but the prickle of uncertainty turns to dread as it crawls up the back of her neck. Nothing to be done but handle the situation, though. She strides out of the stall with her shoulders squared, brows drawn into a stern line.]

[Within five minutes, she's had to chase away about ten vendors attempting to press their wares into her flinching hands. The set of her shoulders is still firm, but it's clear the insistent bustle of this place is wearing on her a bit. She keeps her cool until a vendor shoves a vial apparently intended to increase magical potency at her with what she considers to be an unacceptably cheeky wink that she . . . kind of blows up. And throws it back at him.]

I have no need for your dubious wares! For that matter, I wouldn't dare consume anything created by someone of your caliber! How dare you approach a Pharoah in such a familiar manner, without any consideration for even the commonest courtesy!

[A Pharoah is throwing a tantrum. Please help.]

ii. boaltinn

[The festivals are still overwhelming — and ubiquitous — but they're at least meant to be fun rather than just pushy and kind of dangerous. After settling in for the time being, she ventures out, ideally accompanied by someone she trusts at least a little bit. She's willing to brave the crowds alone once or twice, though.]

[The food stalls are an obvious hit. She's curious about trying everything that the city has to offer on these festival days and will, after trying something herself, offer it to her companion with a grave,] We have to share. [What she appears to like best is the bubbly milkshake-esque drink, which she shares a little more reluctantly than other things. But she does cave eventually. It's the rules of Boaltinn, after all.]

[Late in the evenings, she's easy to find at the bathhouses, slumped low in the warm water with her ears drooping in the water, a rose petal or two stuck to them, or to the tip of her nose. She's breathing, for sure, but is she awake? Debatable. Either way, she looks exhausted. Even if someone tries to get in quietly, she blinks sleepily at any disturbance of the water. Of course, you could be meaner and splash her in the face. If you were an asshole.]

iii. wildcard

[Hit me with any scenario, or PM me if you want to hash out a specific starter!]

[fulgency]

[One might look at this situation and see Nitocris as being in need of rescue. After all, she is relatively slight in stature and it took a great deal of pestering from these cretins before she finally raised her voice. It would be quite easy to assume that she is past her breaking point and that if her abrupt return of the snake oil potion was not enough to dissuade anyone from trying to swindle her, she would surely succumb to their slimy sales pitches.]

[But Ozymandias does not assess this situation in that way. Nitocris is, of course, far more meek and mild-mannered than the other pharaohs that reside within the halls of Chaldea, but she is still a pharaoh. And within her lies a great strength and power. While it does not rival his own (it could not given that he is the King of Kings), it is what ultimately makes her worthy to call herself Pharaoh.]

[As one might expect, Ozymandias' presence is announced by his laughter at her display. Not mocking her efforts, but delighted to see her take such a firm stand and hold her ground. That resolve is good. Exactly what he would expect from her.]

And who dares call themselves Pharaoh in my presence? I have little tolerance and the punishment for that is severe.

[Spoilers: There is no punishment. he just bulli]

raven branwen / rwby / witch / ota!

[raventhaw]

an unusual arrival

[ when raven had pressed her fingers to the blade of her sword, she hadn't expected to be pulled into an entirely different world completely. she's very, very unhappy with this, too, seeing as though she was right in front of the vault -- so close to the relic of knowledge. so close to what she'd needed.

she emerges from the window of what appears to be a closed clothing shop, judging by what's in the display window (and wow are those clothes very unusual). she scowls and keeps her hand on the hilt of her sword, stepping forward. her heels clack on the pavement, which will at least announce her presence to anyone who happens to be nearby.

and if you're one of the unfortunate ones to cross her path, she'll meet you with a glare, pulling out her sword just the tiniest bit -- a way of saying that she has a lethal weapon and she's not afraid to use it if she needs to. ]

You there. [ her eyes narrow. ] Tell me where I am and how I got here. [ she steps closer and pulls just a little more of her blade out for you to see. ] Now.

the goblin market

[ the day after her arrival, raven ventures out to the market. she's not searching for anything in particular, merely seeing what her options are while she's here and what will help her accelerate her acclimation to magic while she's here. she needs to be capable of fending for herself while she's here. more than that, she needs to be capable of getting what she wants, should the opportunity to grab something particularly interesting arise.

you might be able to catch her taking a from her window shopping, sitting on a bench in a more secluded area of the harbor district, cleaning her sword. it's definitely taken a bit of a beating, what with all of the scratch marks on it. it's hard to tell if those marks are fresh or not, though.

later on, however, she returns back to the marketplace and she's waved over by one of the vendors selling potions. there are ones that are advertised as raising a witch's magical ability, which actually does intrigue her -- but the real seller here appears to be a potion that nullifies the need for a bond. that's what gets her talking. however, she is still new to aefenglom and is questioning the legitimacy of these potions. not to mention that she doesn't have any money to spend on them, either. damnit.

she walks away from the stall, and finds someone who looks like they may know what they're doing (you!). they've got their back towards her, though, so suddenly they'll be met with a very rude push of their shoulder to get them to turn around. ]

I have two questions for you, and I want answers. [ looks like she's not taking no for an answer. ] I want to know if these potions are legitimate. And if they do work... I want you to prove it.

[ WELL. GOOD LUCK. ]

wildcard

[ dusting off the muse here, but feel free to hit me up with anything! i can be contacted via pm or at amplitude for plotting. ]

arrival!

[bolstafir]

[Some days, Qrow is not completely convinced that his Semblance is deactivated. Days like today, when he was innocently walking through the street only to be confronted with his sister popping out of a store window and menacing a local. He'd gotten the message about the new Mirrorbound, of course, but somehow he hadn't expected Raven, of all people. Should he be grateful it's her and not someone like Cinder, or worse, Salem herself? He doesn't know, but right now he's feeling especially uncharitable toward the whims of fate.

He sighs to himself before he walks over there, putting himself between her and the local. He'd rather be anywhere else, but he can't just leave this poor sap to deal with Raven, who's dangerous on a good day. It really sucks to be an adult, sometimes!!!]

This place is called Aefenglom. The how is still a big, fun mystery. Welcome to the party, sis.

[His voice absolutely drips with sarcasm and bitterness.]

Tsolmon Avagnar | Final Fantasy XIV (WoL) | Witch

[xaela]

Closed to Rose ) Arrival

[It was as she was cleaning her daggers, within her room at the Pendants that she found herself oddly drawn towards the light reflecting off the blade. It was... strange, yet it was impossible to pull her eyes away from it. It's only too late when she notices how her reflection ripples, her surroundings changing in an instant.

Then she finds herself promptly deposited somewhere else, chucked from the mirror and crashing into the floor with a yelp and clanging of armor. The Xaela doesn't notice that she's actually arrived into someones bedroom, instead more preoccupied with righting herself as her head swims, detangling herself from where she landed.]

Fucking hells - ! [Good morning Rose, an angry lizard has fallen out of your mirror.]

A ) Goblin Market

[A sketchy market filled with vendors of even sketchier wares. It's almost like she's in Ul'dah again. Now that she's been briefed about what's going on, after that unfortunate arrival, and what has become of her (a Witch, when she has never dabbled in magic all her life), the Auri woman has taken to prowling the streets often. The vendors that call out to her are given a chilly look, lips slanting when she realizes they're offering potions to 'ease the pain of her eventual transformations' and to 'help her deal with the full moon'. They see her as a Monster, not too surprising given her appearance.

It's how they're waving those potions around that aggravate her the most though, having already witnessed how some didn't agree with their buyers. It's once too many when another vendor jostles a potion and its contents too close to someone - a claw-tipped hand snapping out and slamming their wrist against the counter of their stall, letting the potion roll away as she fixes the vendor with a glare.]

Do you need help steadying your hands? I know a few ways that can fix that. [Tsolmon doing what she does best and starting fights wherever she goes - ]

B ) A Wilde Hunt

[Tsolmon reaaaaally doesn't like the effect the moons are having on her, the impulse to wield her magic one she instinctively tried to fight. But she also knows that fighting it will only work against her in the long run, which is why she decides to attempt to use it out in that barricaded area in the Wilde.

The training dummies she put together are crude, but work well enough - some already possessing scorch marks from where she managed to land a hit. Lightning buzzes erratically between her thumb and forefinger - trying to work together a manageable bolt that won't explode in her face. Magic is hard, she hates it and she now has a much more profound respect for the Scions that use it as if it was nothing.

Except she was attempting for too long, and the lightning explodes in her hand with an impressive crack and a loud curse from the Au Ra. The curse becoming a quieter, longer stream of curses as she cradles her injured hand - and tries to ignore the sting to her pride.]

Why the hells is this so hard, Y'shtola makes it look so easy... [Because one has years of practice and one has maybe a week, Tsolmon.]

C ) Wildcard

[Feel free to hit me up for anything else! You can get a hold of me over PMs or at floriographies!]

you know which one

[poisontippedcure]

[Rose had been minding her own business, drawing peacefully, when Moni fell out of the mirror. As she hits the ground with a clang, Rose drops the charcoal she was using in surprise. This isn’t the strangest thing that’s happened to her here, but it might be close.]

[After taking a moment, Rose composes herself. She crosses her arms and frowns. Can’t she have a day with peace and quiet? That’s all she needs.]

Hello. And who might you be?

urbosa | loz: breath of the wild | witch

[urbossa]

1. lightning fast deals at goblin market!

Oh, I think not, I do not hunt in the shadows for answers I'm not asking for. Save your wares. I am handling this adjustment just fine.

[ Since arriving here, this world was not like her village off in the middle of a scorching desert. It does not feel fresh – the air all stinking like alchemy gone wrong. Urbosa had arrived and gotten some of the answers she needed, but there was always some truth whether or not she'd like to admit. The people here were more telling – vultures looking to the desperate for their next meal.

Yet, they would find none here. ]

I have, however, heard of a magic beyond what the Coven could offer me. Tracking potions. Show me one on display. Have your shop assistant go hide, down the potion, and go find them – I want to see it before I waste the coin. This is an important investment.

[ Because, a giant warrior woman demanding a questionable potion for tracking someone is quite the demand... she garners a bit of attention from the merchants... ahem, hired help.

Scimitar on her hip, her hand moves to graze the handle. ]

I would be very wise with your next choice.

[ Someone can intervene or watch as a fury of lightning rips through the air, connecting with each potion and causing it to explode with a million shards of glass, sizzling down to the ground. ]

2. throw some shade

[ Her hunt leads her out to the Wilde, where the forest grows deepest and more unforgiving. Urbosa was not intimidated by the cries beasts in the distance, a warrior would be prepared for any such occasion should one spring forth. Death does not call for her here, a bitter irony as such. But, she stops to admire the beauty of the plague-infested wilds.

It was green, far more than she remembers seeing before venturing to help her Princess. There was more life than in her dessert, but she finds no comfort in it. The Chieftain was on guard, feeling the effects of the potion she luckily was able to find bring her further out away from the city. A guardian's job is never done – even if there's....

complications.

So, a wail catches her off guard, a Shade leaping from a nearby tree into the curved blade so tightly bound at her grasp. ]

Ha! Points for effort!

[ Enjoy seeing her fight a Shade off, whether you're a fellow beast or fearing traveler... ]

[lucubrates]

[ The Wilde, certainly, has it's beauty. It's an untamed place, where nature has rooted itself deep and refuses to let go. The infestation thrives here, a constant reminder that danger is around the corner. Still, Zelda is no stranger to this place. In fact, she'd daresay that she has come to know the way from the city into the path that leads her home like the back of her hand. She travels it at night and at day frequently, and rarely has issue.

Today is not one of those days. She had caught the eye of a Shade, and without her bonded to toss her away from it, she has to run. It is, she thinks, like a tiger, or some wild cat that seems to have died twice over, revived by the plague that has it's claws embedded deep into this land. The eyes are so white they are blinding, and she narrowly escapes, bailing deeper into the wood. If she can make it to her cabin, it is enchanted and a lock will suffice... she need only warn her bonded of the encounter, to let him know she might be stalked afterwards so perhaps it would be best to wait a day or perhaps two before traveling.

Goddess, she needs to slow her heartbeat. He'll come running with that alone baring down his neck.

She turns a corner, the Shade wails—

And a familiar sight strikes her. ]

U...

[ She falls, collapsing with surprise and fear, chest heaving and long golden hair in the dirt. The wild beast has halted, and Zelda stares at the Gerudo chief with wide, green eyes. ]

Urbosa?

Lan Wangji - The Untamed - Dragon

[cultivatingrabbits]

[an unusual arrival]

[ he barely remembers staggering into the Cold Springs of the Cloud Recesses after his punishment, foregoing removing his robes and mind still clouded by visions of what had happened. even regarding his own reflection in the icy waters had seemed far away.

so it's not without a slightly bewildered expression (for Lan Wangji, that is) that he breaks the surface of a pond somewhere in the city, head swimming, robes heavy and dripping with water and blood as he stumbles to his feet, fingers curling around air as if he's trying to grip something that isn't there. ]


[wilde hunt]

[ even before being given an explanation of what's going on, he's felt the change of flow of energies inside himself. how it's been keeping him on edge, giving him a hard time to focus, and that's not counting his already harried state of mind. so when iridescent white scales start appearing on his hands, quickly spreading up his arms and his chest, and the feeling of control slowly starting to slip through his fingers, he takes the invitation for what it is.

the idea resembles a night hunt, familiar, something he knows, and perhaps it can serve as a distraction from his racing mind. of course, he chooses to go deeper into the woods, not interested in playing games. ]


[wildcard]

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SNICKERS HI LWJ I'M LWJ || ARRIVAL

[taciturnly]

( lan wangji really did think that nothing else could possibly ever faze him. wei wuxian’s resurrection, his love, and nie mingjue’s unlikely resurgence. jin guangyao. aefenglom is a microcosm of impossible possibilities, he knows that much now, and if he had to face his demons a lifetime ago, he never expected the ghost of a time long gone to resurface.

literally.

it’s him, and it isn’t. younger. clad in white and in blood, and what an odd coincidence, that lan wangji should walk by the river now, a reflection of himself. he stills, vision blurred on the sight of him; all over his back, old scars itch, and the thud against his ribcage echoes somewhere in his throat, closed tight.

what the ever loving fuck, and lan wangji stares, mildly horrified, mostly curious, torn between the urge to help, an ache he’s never forgotten, and the need to wait, knowing full well that not everything here’s as harmless or tangible as it might seem. )

Floyd Leech | Twisted Wonderland | (softly) of course he's a merrow

[thatsamoray]

II. Unusual Arrival

[There's an absolute ruckus going on, what with the unusual arrivals popping up in weird places. It makes the air feel alive. Some people are even panicking a little and that's just fun to watch. So, Floyd watches. He watches from exactly where he landed which happens to be in the branches of a tree.]

Haaa hehe... [Someone who happens to look up can spot him. He's not exactly hiding. He's laying flat on a branch with one long, gangly arm and the opposite long, gangly leg dangling down without a care. He smiles widely, displaying an array of sharp, pointed teeth.]

What are you so worked up about?

[says the guy who thought he was heading through a mirror to his dorm and ended up in a tree. He's taking it in stride, though, even with the leaves stuck in his hair.]

III. The Goblin Market (featuring Jade)

[No, you're not seeing double, there are twins afoot. A pair of 6-foot twins are looking over one of the stalls. The more serious one is perusing a variety of mushrooms, listening to the merchant discuss their properties. The other, though,]

Gross. [Floyd is making an absolutely horrified face. He's being ignored by his sibling so he has to reach out and briefly shake his shoulder.]

Jade, let's get the potion for the bond and go. [his brother turns to him, says something firm but reassuring, then turns back.]

Jaaaaaaaaaaa~de! [it looks like a 17 year old is about to have a tantrum in the market]

IV-1. The Hunt is On

[Now, this was what he liked. He wouldn't like to be ordered or forced to go into some quarantine area. Given the choice, though, of course he's going to go full feral. That, combined with the fact he nearly-immediately made an ill-informed monster-monster bond with his brother, means he's even more volatile.]

[So, in one of the rivers of the Wilde, there is a monster waiting. He's not his affable self, though, he's a sea monster waiting to happen. He would love to hunt in the depths- but most of the others who came along are near the surface. If your character gets near the water, they may notice something very long beneath the surface.]

[If they linger too long, that darting shadow will get closer, and breath from the surface with fins and claws, to try and grab onto the unlucky passerby and drag them into the water.]

[So, uh, roll initiative?]

IV-2. The Hunt is Off, Actually, Boring

[Huh, he couldn't get his legs back. The potion had always worked before, letting him assume the role of a "normal human" on land. Now, though, despite all the power in the air, it wasn't working. And he's bored of this all. He's bored of being gone from home, bored from hunting, his mood has done a complete 180 turn.]

[Well, time to find a nook and sleep it off.]

[Normally he would find a deep, underwater nook to hide in but that doesn't make for a good open prompt there wasn't anything quite right. Instead, he found himself a nice ditch in the forest and curled himself up. A quick look might have someone mistake him for a huge, gross slug-man with the mucus on his lower fin. Even with the battle royale atmosphere, he's content to just sleep in a ditch.]

[The big problem being the fact that the Shades are being drawn closer and closer to the city proper. It was adding even more chaos to the sealed-off zone. Isn't he just way too vulnerable there?...]

(ooc: The Goblin Market prompt will feature replies from both Floyd and Jade (mementomoray). The hunting prompt may lead to violence (duh) and attempts to severely injure so let me know if you're down for that. If there's anything you're interested in that isn't covered in the above, hit me up!)

IV-2

[mementomoray]

[Huh. That's... weird. Jade wasn't quite as unlucky as Floyd - he got his legs back just fine (for now), but... that was all he got back, which is infinitely more confusing than not changing at all, honestly. His skin is still tinted green, he's still got webbed fingers (and toes, now, if the discomfort in his shoes is any indication), and claws, and cute little ear-fins...

And that eel slime-coat that makes clothing feel gross and sticky.

So maybe Floyd was the lucky one.

It is tempting to go find somewhere in the deep waters to hide out, to take his natural form fully until the potion decides to work properly again, but...

He's got a twin to look after.

A twin who didn't even have the sense to curl up in the shallows to keep from drying out.]

Floyd...

[Cue an annoyed flick of his ear-fins in 3...]

takashi shirogane | voltron | witch | ota

[galrarm]

an unusual arrival.

[ The man who emerges from the mirror might be familiar to some, quite frankly; his hair is not white save for a tuft at the front, but that scar is undeniably characteristic. Luckily, he appears not in any kind of house or closed business, but from a fountain...

But suddenly appearing an in unfamiliar place, when he should be elsewhere preparing for an important battle--that's enough to be startling. He has things to do--he can't afford to be anywhere but at the Castle. So... Shiro decides to collect information. If he comes across someone who looks just as confused as he-- ]

Sorry to bother you. I'm guessing you're about as lost as I am, though.

[ He looks friendly, at least! If you look more familiar with your surroundings, though-- ]

Excuse me. If you've been here a while, I'd appreciate it if you could answer a few questions.

[ Again, friendly enough, but he's certainly wary of this place. It's not the first time he's been kidnapped, but he sure is getting sick of it. ]

goblin market.

[ By now, he's got his feet underneath him, but he's still... troubled. He knows the basics of this place, knows he's a witch, but he's not sure how he feels about the place. It's fine, though. Everything is fine.

What is less than fine, however, is the market. Shiro finds himself here, arms crossed, surveying it with a not-insignificant amount of suspicion. He'll turn to you, though, and gestures toward the stalls. ]

What do you think? I'm not so sure about any of this, quite frankly.

wildcard.

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arrival

[loverboi]

Shiro?

[ he'd been wondering where shiro went these past few weeks. home, he hopes, and hopefully not back to wherever he disappeared to. lance sees that familiar floof of white hair though -- and the rest of his hair, which is thankfully black -- and his eyes widen when he sees the other man, wandering around with confusion on his face. lance doesn't hesitate to call out to him -- ] Shiro! [ before he runs towards him. lance is notably looking...different. he's got a shark fin protruding from his back, sharp teeth and gills on his neck. ]

Hey! You made it back!

Yuki | IDOLiSH7 | Merrow

[gekijou]

I. Arrival

[Yuki isn't really having any of this. He was in the middle of looking through props for their stage show, set to start in minutes, when a little mirror caught his eye. Fussing with a stray strand of hair, he was about to call over staff for a quick splash of hairspray when the world lurched.

The next step he took forward had him hitting a shiny metal pole at full force with his forehead, all while charmingly attired. He doubles over beside the pole, a hand on his head, feeling both embarrassed and annoyed. There wasn't a pole there a moment ago.

That's when he looks around and realizes... This is no dome, no arena. He's in the middle of something like a town square, surrounded by other confused people, too.]

...Mm. That's not good.


II. Wilde

[Having settled in only a tiny bit and having been informed he is, of all things, a Monster, Yuki is... well, less thrilled than he wants to be. Right now, for example? He's hanging out in a pond. Koi swirl around his billowing silver hair, which is doing so because he's in the water up to his chin. And he is looking mighty unamused. Every once in a great while, the color of his gently mottled skin will shift slightly, a little orange, a little bluish...

The poor guy, much to his dismay, is a cephalopod Merrow. In the clear water, color-shifting tentacles can be seen swaying with vague irritation. It looks like he's waiting for someone. Also, do not even think of sharing his pond. Get out. Even if his siren song draws you in...]

...This pond's taken.


III. Wildcard

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1 because as tempting as pond is i love me some dramatic reunion shenanigans

[yesdoubt]

[Three months in this weird place has not done anything to dent Momo's tendency to help people out, so when he gets the message from Miss Nessie and it happens to line up with a decent amount of free time, he figures he might as well have a wander around and see who he can find. It had been confusing enough for him turning up "normally" by this place's standards, so he'd rather make sure as many people as possible get the information they need.

That said, those plans get stymied just a tiny bit when he spots what looks like a familiar costume through the people in the town square. His chest tightens, not quite prepared to believe it, but once he weaves through enough people to confirm without a doubt that it's Yuki, he draws a sharp, shaky breath--

--and then flings himself at the other man for a hug.] Yuki!

[All bets are off whether he actually paid enough attention to his speed to not knock Yuki over, or into something. That said, whenever Yuki gets a decent look at him, it might be obvious that they didn't come here in the same way - rather than anything from home, Momo's wearing a button-up shirt, an open waistcoat and loose pants with boots. It's reminiscent of something he would normally wear, but the style and cut of the clothing is closer to the others in the town square than anything modern.]

lightning farron | final fantasy xiii | witch

[sparkstrikes]

an unusual arrival.

[One second, she's floating through the empty, dark shell of Cocoon, body transforming to crystal, hand joined with Hope and the next—SPLASH!

Cold, dirty water was not what she was expecting to feel at that moment. Her eyes immediately shut tight to shield them, but snap open when she feels it soaking into her clothes and in her boots as she rises from the depths of a very deep puddle on the side of the road.

It takes a moment for her vision to adjust, but she immediately gets to her feet, bending over with hands on her knees as she sputters and coughs the water out of her lungs. It tastes like dirt. Shivers roll up and down her spine, and she can feel the cold right down to her bones, but she's able to power through it.

But when she lifts her head, she wonders why this place looks so familiar, and why she's so acquainted with the tingling sensation in her hands and arms... almost like she never left. Straightening, she heaves in a deep breath and peers around, looking for someone – anyone – who can answer the burning question she's pretty sure she needs to ask.]

[And the first person she sees will get an aggressive and frustrated] Hey! [followed by a very upset looking woman stomping your way.

OR, perhaps you stumble upon her later, while she's clearly shivering now and trying to find a warmer place to stay, although stubbornly won't admit it. Someone please save her.]

wilde hunt.

[She remembers now. The fight against her own magic here wasn't easy, but she'd left this world before it had completely consumed her. Her veins had turned to lightning and burned under her skin, and the headaches she suffered through were the worst she's ever felt. Immovable as her ideals are, not only has she learned from the past, but she's grown a lot since she was here.

Lightning refused to accept the new kind of magic, by virtue of already having mastered another magic forced on her against her will. It felt the same as being a l'Cie, and even though she wasn't one here, it was like she was back at square one again. Which is why she's taken up the offer to find an outlet for the magic building up, after (hesitantly) accepting a temporary potion from the Coven, who have yet to earn her trust or respect a second time around. Half a point to them for letting her sidestep that bonding bullshit again.

Games aren't really her thing, so hearing that there was something physical she could hunt while lending a hand and protecting the city while she's here and can drew her attention.

And it's alone in the Wilde where she comes face to face with something resembling a bear, its white eyes bearing down on her as it peels itself off the ground and onto its two hind legs, standing at a whopping eight feet tall with paws bigger than her head.]

On the plus side, at least I didn't have to go looking for you.

[Is she being smug at the bear???

Maybe it's from a twig snapping under your feet, or the rustling of a bush, but anyone who comes close will receive a stern warning from her.]

Hope you know how to clean these things up.

[She doesn't mind the help, as long as it's not a waste of her time or energy...]

wildcard.

[ Feel free to leave something else below if you'd rather! I'm open to anything, except Lightning will be staying very far away from the Goblin Market! If you'd like to contact me, you can PM me, or I'm over on plurk @ sheilubby. ]

wilde hunt

[ua_duibhne]

[Unlike some of the others running around the forest tonight, Diarmuid is neither suffering from some lunar overexcitement or without a Bond; rather, he's here of his own choosing to keep an eye on some of the more dangerous beasts lurking in the dark. Spear in hand, he's been picking his way through the trees with the experience of a year's stay in this world and a lifetime of hunting- but even then, he's still a little startled by this particular quarry.

Not that the woman standing directly in front of it seems too concerned. Diarmuid picks up on her body language immediately; she's unafraid, confident- even a touch overconfident if he's not mistaken- and has the stern look of a fighter about her. Even without her invitation, though, he would have offered his aid- it would be an affront to his sense of duty to leave her to fight this thing alone.

... and partly because he's never been one to turn down the thrill of the hunt. But still.]

I pride myself on it, my lady. [The corner of his lips quirks up in a proud smile as he spins his spear like a baton.] Shall I follow your lead?

Markus - Detroit Become Human - Witch

[ex_pathway290]

II. An Unusual Arrival  (Closed to Connor and Hank)

The sun would be rise soon and it would be a new dawn for androids everywhere. They would no longer have to run, hide, or pretend to be something they were not in order to survive. It would be a new beginning.

Markus had worked with the others all through the night to quell their worries about the future as much as he could. But after a while, he needed to steal away in order to have a moment to be with his own thoughts. A lot would change and he would have to figure it all out. He would have help, of course, but it was a new experience he wasn't sure he was completely prepared for.

And so he walked away from the crowd of androids. And he walked. Until he finally paused at an unsalted stretch of sidewalk covered in ice and snow. Markus looked down at his own reflection in the icy surface. "...They're all counting on me." He muttered as he looked sternly at his own reflection.  

After a few moments, the snow began to swirl and the ice began to glow a bright white. Everything grew white. And then...

Thwunk!

Markus landed with an 'oof' in a strange room. A bathroom, from the looks of it. There was a mirror at his back and a sink under him holding up all of his weight. He looked around with an expression of utter confusion on his face. "....?" What in the world had happened?

III. The Goblin Market - OTA

It was his first time exploring the new area. And he had to admit, it was quite an...adjustment to see others who were so accustomed it all. A market filled with all manner of magical items passed off as real without others questioning their legitimacy. In fact, it seemed like everyone was proud of the wares that they sold and its effectiveness, judging from the street vendor's occasional claims.

Markus stopped at one of the stands, visually examined one of the 'potions', and gave a quizzical look. "Increases magical ability..." He muttered to himself. It almost seemed preposterous that anyone could even have a magical ability. And yet here they were with items claiming to enhance it. 

Yet, it was hard to ignore the nearby stalls who were giving open demonstrations on the 'potions' and exactly what they could do.

What was all of this...?

Wild Card

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I'm ready for this - Sorry no shower Hank icons tho

[fuckingpassw0rd]

Hank Anderson had a routine. It was back to his old basics before he fell into hard times where the routine had been disrupted with drinking, ignoring, sleeping, feeling sorry for himself, repeat ad nauseam. Now that his life was (somewhat as far one could do here) back on track, it meant that he took a shower each morning.

So his first thought when he heard a noise is; it can't be Connor. The humidity would probably trigger his transformation and as funny as that would be, there was something that didn't add up. Cop's intuition, he would say.

So it was just a peep at first to see if the dog, the cat or the dragonfly had come in and made him a little too paranoid. You know, so he could laugh it up and joke about it during breakfast and Connor could see he needs to turn his paranoia down.

Things Hank hadn't expected that morning; the leader of the android rebellion perching on top oh his sink and the entire thing about to fall down.

"JESUS CHRIST!"

More surprised at what the fuck was starring back at him before he violently ripped off the bath's shower curtain so he could use it as a toga, knowing how barely intimidating he probably looked. Here's Hank Anderson, that lieutenant that was with the deviant hunter turned deviant liberator Connor, covered in a shower curtain with water still spraying downwards, starring back at him with an equally confused expression.

"The fuck is going on..."

Unconsciously, his right hand began to steam up. He shouldn't be a threat but like, maybe this was a trick of some kind. Or maybe he was going insane. In his shower.

"Connor! I'm in need of a 10-57 stat! You won't fucking believe who the fuck is in the bathroom! Or maybe I'm just going insane I can't tell right now!"

It's cute that Hank sometimes forgot that androids like Markus probably had access to police codes.

mitsuri kanroji | kimetsu no yaiba | harpy | ota

[lovesword]

ARRIVAL

[ Steam curls up around her, the smoky tendrils wrapping around her shoulders and wafting up past the crown of her forehead. She sighs, a sound warm with bliss, and settles even deeper into the water.

It's been a long day, and an even longer week, and while Mitsuri has always done her best to keep a smile on her face and encouragement in her voice,

Light flickers across her eyelids and she opens them in search for the source. All she sees in front of her is the surfaces of the hot springs, shimmering in a strange way that draws her in, her face leaning in until the tip of her nose touches the water—

—and then she's landing on the ground, knees scraping against something and decidedly not the warm waters of the springs she was just in. ]

Ow!

[ Being a Pillar comes with many advantages but sharp night vision sure isn't one of them, and as she stumbles forward and up, hands fumbling across the nearest surface, her fingers knock something heavy askew.

Whatever it is shatters next to her, and she yelps out reflexively before stumbling backwards, only to bump into yet another unidentified object and knock that over. The unfortunate game of pitch-black dominos continues on for some more minutes before a door finally opens and light fills the room.

A normal person would probably take stock of the situation, maybe politely ask for an explanation of what the hell is going on here. Mitsuri instead runs forward to her would-be savior, arms outstretched and eyes closed as she wails: ]

I'm sooo sorryyyyyyyy!! I think I broke something!

[ She's naked, by the way, water dripping off her in small rivulets. ]

MARKET - A

[ After she's apologized - profusely, loudly, and repeatedly - and found a set of clothes (and also finally gotten a night of sleep followed by an oversized breakfast) she finds her nerves much more soothed. There'd been the explanation too, something about witches and the like, but it had been a lot and she'd been quite tired and so not too much of it lingers in her mind.

The best plan of action, she decides, is to explore the place for herself. Get a feel for the roads, the atmosphere, the people that mill about and give this place its life. It's a lazy exploration, her feet carrying her in whatever direction seems the most interesting - a cute toddler doing its best to walk, a stray cat that winds itself around her ankles, a stall tucked halfway behind a quiet house. ]

Can I interest you in a potion, my dear?

[ Her attention's caught immediately and she steps forward, eyes round and shining. ]

A potion? For what?

[ The seller curls back her lips, teeth glinting white and sharp in the sunlight. ]

Why, anything you want! How about this one, to make your skin milk-white and beautifully smooth? All the boys will fall over themselves for you!

[ Someone stop this poor girl from being ripped off. Alternatively, take this opportunity for yourself and rip her off instead! ]

MARKET - B

[ They get to her regardless, rumors quickly circulating amongst the vendors of the short pink-haired girl with a brain significantly smaller than her—ahem. She's presented with a potion, which she chugs with unbound enthusiasm, and not five minutes later are the changes kicking in. One change, specifically, that being her sudden inability to keep her feet planted on the ground. Not that she notices right away, too entranced by the wares on sale, and it's not until her hand brushes something soft and silky that she looks down to see...another person's head.

Oh dear. ]

Wait!

[ Who's she shouting to? Doesn't really matter, because she's reached out to grasp a fistful of this poor person's shirt, determined to prevent herself from floating off into the air like a dandelion puff. ]

Sorry, I'm—this has never happened to me before. Do you know how to stop it?

[ Otherwise, she's going to be living out the rest of her life as a balloon. Please save her, she has dreams she still has to fulfill! So many cute guys to date!!!!!! ]

WILDCARD

[ go wild, i'm happy to roll with it! ]

market-a!

[thatsamoray]

["Anything you want," huh... he'd heard that one before. He'd sold that one, before. This kind of place lacked Azul's class, though. If Azul were involved, he wouldn't have called out to a young lady until he knew what she wanted and what he wanted from her.]

Wooooooooow, [If Floyd has any shame about butting into the conversation, looming over the bright-eyed girl, it doesn't show on his face.]

Something like that must cost a lot, right? [his eyes are locked on the seller, even though he seems to be defensively covering Mitsuri. He smiles and his own sharp, white teeth glint right back.]

After all, if it really worked, you'd be way busier! And your shop would look nicer.

[so, yeah, he's entirely calling this out as a scam operation, out of a weird sense of professional pride more than anything else]

bolormaa (oc) | final fantasy xiv | naga

[resetto]

arrival ) [ Her arrival was-- scary, honestly. As the Au Ra slipped out of a mirror, she did not move - instead, she curled up, letting out a little whine. ]

...this isn't home.

[ She said quietly, whispering - to those who knew her, her voice was hauntingly like that of one Minfilia Warde. She usually didn't show her sadness, but...

Later that day, she'd be asking so many questions of the Coven - some serious, some silly. Will you answer her questions? ]

goblin market) Oh, what does this one do?

[ Bolormaa was an oddly innocent lady, as she looked though potions. The sellers were a little put off, to be honest - because what kind of kid was this? She did not listen to the lies they peddled, and pointed to every potion as if she wanted to try them all.

Of course, this innocence came with a cost... that being that she realised a little too late she did not have the money to pay for such goods. Help her? ]

the hunt) [ Her shift was near-instant, painful - but she hid away during it. She had found somewhere to hide... and came out more snake then lizard. Instead of tending to her own pain, however, she had instead moved to gather first aid supplies - even if they were not magical - nor could she tap into her own magic - she could at least find those who got hurt as they changed.

Bolormaa, though, would ask for one thing in payment. For those new here, or those who had been here for a while. ]

May I please have a story from your home? Or from here?

[ It was a simple request. But she seemed to have a book by her side. ]

wild card

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goblin market

[undauntedspirit]

[Oh, geez. Sapphire considers for a moment, before stepping in.]

Maybe we should just take a sample from a few of them.

[That ought to be more manageable, at least.]

Yonah | NieR Gestalt | witch

[bookofyonah]

an unusual arrival

[ Dazed, Yonah reaches up to rub away the bleariness from her eyes. Moments ago, her father had tucked her into bed. Her coughing had subsided for the time being and she was sleeping soundly. Next, she finds herself stumbling out from a mirror. Did she just wake up? Or is this one of Yonah's weird dreams again? Except it feels much more vivid, life-like. Nothing like the ones where she meets pink animals and riding around on clouds.

Blinking a few times, her eyes slowly adjust to the light. She's still a bit groggy. This doesn't look like her small room or anywhere in the village. Give her a moment to realize that she's not alone either. ]

...Dad?

[ Is the first name she calls out. He likely went out for another job. He doesn't stick around for more than a few seconds very often. But she can't help search for him. ]

the goblin market

[ It would be for the best if Yonah stayed in one place to rest. Yet here she is, poking around the markets. By now, she has realized wherever she is, this is not a dream. Should she even be out here? She doesn't look much older than seven.

The shadiness of some of these businesses is unknown to someone as young as her. With how openly they've set up in the residential districts, she suspects nothing. Her sickness hasn't completely gone away, so maybe one of these potions can help. If not, maybe she can find a nice gift for her father. He's always working so hard for her... and he always deserves something nice! Or something to help with her new magic?

But she doesn't approach any of the vendors herself, standing off to the side. A small form nearly hidden by the shadows. A few weak sickly coughs are enough to give away her presence. She stares longingly at the stalls. ]

Uh...

[ If you're nearby, she makes a small noise to get your attention. While she doesn't outright say anything, it's obvious she wants something. ]

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the goblin market........

[extirpator]

[ he would recognize that presence even if he were blind.

when he sees her, his blood runs cold; nier blinks, as though the sight of her will wink out of existence.

it doesn't.

when she looks towards him, there isn't an inkling of familiarity. he would expect as much. it's liberating, in a way, but the surge of pain that runs through him tells him otherwise, too.

in a panic, he rushes to her — quick to extend a hand, as always. ]

Are you alright? Does it hurt? Let's get you somewhere inside, Yonah—...!

[ shit— ]

I, um...

Sae Kurosawa | Fatal Frame 2 | fae

[shinkunochou]

[A. Arrival]

[Sae’s never been one for public spectacle. She’s kept to herself, either secluded away or in the company of her sister or the other set of twins in the village. Why would she bother getting close to people when she knows her destiny is to die?

So of course her arrival happens to be where it’d be most inconvenient. A shop closed up for the night has an unfortunate break-in, and it takes quite a bit of fiddling before she can get the door open with minimal damages to flee into the night.

Not that she gets far. She’s a barefoot, terrified looking girl with blood splattered all over her hands, feet, and the once-white kimono she wears. There’s even an ugly red rope burn mark around her throat. She looks rather like a specter wandering the streets in the dead of night and nothing is familiar—but while she might seem a fright to anyone who stumbles across her, it’s clear she’s way more frightened of them.

Sae, powerless now, is not the terrifying monster she used to be back home, so she can do nothing to stop people from speaking to her, but she has no idea how to really talk to anyone else either.]

A-ah... W-wait, please... [Please don’t run!]

[B. Marketplace]

[She didn’t often go into the marketplace back home, and when she had it had been accompanied by her sister. So despite her curiosity, she’s quick to be overwhelmed by the sights and the sounds, looking startled and confused when vendors call out to her and address her directly.]

I don’t... I don’t want— [She stammers, but the seller is being particularly pushy, promising up and down that his potion will definitely give her access to her ‘deepest desire’ and that’s what seems to get her interest.]

I could...see my sister again? [Please stop her from making a big mistake thanks.]

[C. Wild Hunt] [mild body horror]

[Sae is not handling the changes very well.

While she’s ushered out to the sectioned off area, she runs immediately for the familiar safety of trees, feeling a little better once she’s got the tree canopies overhead. It’s all fun and games, wandering aimlessly through the trees, until she feels an itching, burning sensation at her back. Eventually it becomes too much to take and she falls to her knees, scratching at her clothes until a pair of blood-red butterfly wings eventually erupt through her clothes and spread out on her back.

The pain dizzies her and she crawls on hands and knees to a nearby pond to catch a glimpse of the wings. There’s a beat and then she screams.

It’s not one of terror, however, but heart-wrenching anguish and she curls in on herself, covering her head as she sobs. When she finally quiets down, she splashes some water on her face and huddles there, her wings gently fluttering as she gets used to their presence, before she turns and seems to be trying to grab for them.]

I’ll rip— rip them off...! I don’t deserve these...!

[D. Wildcard!]

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c!

[weiward]

[he's only been here for a few months, but the idea of a hunt feels oddly nostalgic. it's just a little ironic that wei wuxian feels more in control of himself here than he did back on phoenix mountain. he's out amidst the trees, playing with Lan Zhan, or other puca, or maybe just making sure that no one gets hurt.

someone sounds hurt. he runs in the direction of the scream, even if his new senses are confused because there doesn't seem to be any danger lying in that direction. people can still be a danger to themself. he should know this.]

Sae? [is it really her? but wei wuxian's happiness at seeing her again is short-lived once he sees what she's trying to do.] Hey, hey, calm down. [he kneels down in front of her, trying to catch her hands.] What's wrong, do they hurt?

Ishtar || Fate/Grand Order || harpy

[uselessvenus]

unusual arrival

[The very first thing Ishtar experiences in Aefenglom is the touch of cold bathroom floor tiles in someone’s house. On her face, because she could not just step out of the mirror. She falls, face first out of it.

Was that a summoning? It did not feel like being summoned into a human vessel or like being summoned as a Servant... Ishtar will need to have a word with whoever was responsible]

How dare they treat a goddess like this...

[Whoever lives here or was passing nearby for any reason is bound to have heard the noise. Check up on the goddess turned Monster sprawled out on the wet floor? Maybe help her stand up, since she cannot really float anymore? Or not, that’s your choice.]

goblin market

[She came here looking for some clues about who summoned her and for what reason, not to browse any of the wares peddled by these shady merchants. Her back was starting to hurt, did she hurt herself when she fell out of that mirror?

Except that... how was she supposed to ignore it when there were jewels on display?

Take her away from here before she touches something she should not or gets sprayed with a potion as shady as this whole market?]

arrival!

[enkidoh]

[Of all goddesses that exist, this mirror manages to summon the most useless one. Perhaps it was nothing but a matter of time until she would pop up. Still it is somewhat satisfying that she makes it out falling flat on her face, like the idiot she is.]

Perhaps these mirrors have realized how useless you are, tossing you on the ground as if you are mere garbage.

[They stand a couple of feet away, looking at her with the most neutral look on their face.]

No one cares about your divinity.

tifa lockhart | ff7 | witch

[meteodrives]

I. arrival
[ It's not every day you come crashing into an old pawn shop in the late evening after its doors are long closed and locked. To her credit, she doesn't end up breaking anything or leaving a mess. When she manages to get the back door open in a clatter, the only person she's really upset is the proprietor, an older man who's sputtering and yelling about her trespassing. Tifa ducks out of the building without even closing the door, down the back alleyway, making plenty of noise. ]

So sorry! I promise it was an accident!

[ And more yelling accompanies her route out onto the street, where she's faced with the reality that the previous whirlwind kept her from really acknowledging until she's seen it all with her own eyes, when she nearly runs into a group of people out wandering.

This isn't home. This isn't anything she recognizes.

Gaping, whirling in a circle, trying to get a grasp of where she is... None of it's particularly helping her, except maybe to draw attention, wanted or not. Tifa's looking for any kind of familiarity in the people who pass her by and she eventually just decides walking away might be the best thing to do, if only to not trouble anyone further.

Breathe, breathe... Gotta figure this out.

She can easily be found wandering, definitely not blending in, and trying to politely stop a few people every now and then to flag them down for information. ]

I'm sorry, I'm-- I'm just looking for a little help. I think I'm lost.

[ That's more of an understatement at this point, though... ]



II. goblin market
[ She's not an alchemist by trade or anything so fancy, but Tifa is a bartender. Some of these ingredients being listed just sound ridiculous. Anything resembling a cure-all gets more than a bit of a side-eye for the seller's trouble, though she does take a few more looks than necessary at all of the concoctions being peddled regarding bonds.

Tapping her finger to her chin, she reaches to take one of the bottles to look it over, only for it to be snatched away by the seller.

Buyers only. She's definitely looking too much like a skeptic for them to be comfortable with, unless she's offering to pay, and she doesn't have anything in her pockets to give (though not for lack of trying). ]

I'm just wondering how they work, you know. [ It's mild, even sweet, almost admiring. ] It must've taken a lot of work to make these. I keep hearing that these bonds are very, very important. What did you put in them?

[ This tactic works on all of one (1) seller until they realize she doesn't have coin. And then? Well, they tuck their wares away and tell her to come back when she can pay.

What a letdown.

Which is why she tries to sidle up to people who do look like they know what they're about. It's not to get them to buy anything, honest. She has other questions instead. ]

Have you tried any of these? Do they work?

[ Dangerous questions! But seriously...do they? ]



III. the hunt
[ If there's trouble, then she wants to help. And that's what leads her out into Wilde, not only to see if there's something she can do but also to practice what's been budding beneath the surface for several days now.

Materia is one thing, after all. That makes sense. But Tifa is a fighter and the flow of magic in this place is a completely different beast, one that wriggles beneath her skin and makes her restless in ways she can't describe, far beyond what's ever felt natural. So the first few nights, she's out in the Wilde simply fighting, practicing, seeing where her natural limits are in this world. After that, though? It's a practice of a different kind, testing spellcraft with her hands and with her focus, then trying to incorporate it into her fighting.

The results? Mixed at best.

Testing the magic on its own leads to more harm than good. Tifa can manage a spark of lightning just as surely as she can manage anything else. Where it strikes? That's...a bit trickier to maintain the first couple of nights. She's as liable to strike down an enemy as she is to hit near someone just out and about. And since she doesn't know many people, this just leads to one mishap after another.

But when it works? It works. And when she lands her third direct blow with magic against a Shade, she can't help but smile. ]

I've got you now!

[ It comes just moments before both of her feet collide with the creature, throwing it backwards several yards from the sheer force of her attack. She flies with it from the impact, able to twist herself around and keep herself from hitting the dirt. Reflexes graceful, her feet touch down on the ground just a few feet from another Witch or Monster, and Tifa tosses a smile in their direction. ]

Need a hand? I can help.

[ Considering she just knocked a Shade across a clearing and put someone else in harm's way? Yeah, she's definitely going to offer to help. ]

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a gremlin in the goblin market tbh

[aremnant]

[ Well well well. Look at who we have here. A familiar face... a friend! But not his, no. Tsk, tsk. As if he ever would. No, not a woman he would consider to be a friend of his but of dear big brother? Oh yes, she is! She most certainly is! And he so very much remembers her little run-in with Loz. What a shame he's not here for this reunion.

Kadaj smiles as he stands back a little and watches the way she looks at this and that and pokes and needles for more information on everything. Really, he has to admire her for how determined she is. He gets the same way about Mother! But oh, those sellers are just being so curt to her. How rude. How so very rude.

With a smile on his lips and boots kicking up sand as he goes, he chuckles softly to himself under his breath as the tips of his fingers gently glide across the hilt of his blade hanging low on his back. No, not here. He'll be good. He'll behave. What would big brother think if he harmed a hair on his little friend's head after all? ]

They're so rude, aren't they?

[ He smiles as he stands there near her, green eyes bright and curious as the smile remains tight on his lips. ]

You know... you look so familiar.

Lu Li | OC | Arachne

[hoaxer]

I | A RUDE AWAKENING
[Lu Li remembers falling.

In the blink of an eye, she finds herself crashing headfirst into dining table, sending glasses and chips flying everywhere. There's gasps, shrieks. She lies there, disoriented and confused. Something is wrong with her sensors -- she can't process what the people around her are saying or catch a signal to pinpoint where on Earth she's found herself. But she knows one thing: it's never safe for a rogue robot to remain in one place.

Which is how, in the middle of the night, a nearly seven foot tall figure draped tightly in a raincoat runs through the streets. Lu Li needs to find somewhere to hide, to regain her bearings. But nothing looks right. It all looks so archaic, so wrong.

She can be found squeezed into an alleyway, clutching her head. Any sign of movement will cause her to jerk her head towards you, revealing her inhuman features.]

Don't come any closer.

[Her voice is a high-pitched buzz, with no cadence, produced from a synthesizer not designed to imitate human voices but to blare warning signals.]

I'm armed.

II | TO MARKET WE GO
[It's all so much to take in. A new world, magic. Monsters and Witches. Lu Li still doesn't truly understand. What she knows is this: her body will change. This world isn't Earth. She's here because of a freak magical accident nobody can really explain. The rest is nervous noise in her head, difficult to disentangle.

She doesn't believe people won't be scared of her, or that they've seen stranger things. It's hard to shake off months of trained caution when survival depended on blending in, on pretending to be a mindless drone. The Coven seemed kind enough to provide resources, which is how she manages to secure a mask. It doesn't look much better than her true form, but it's better than walking around with a hunk of metal for a face.

She needs a few more things. Some gloves, some boots. All to disguise her robotic -- and eventually, monstrous -- extremities. But Lu Li is still new to the city and she winds up in the seedy guts of the Goblin Market. And, to her misfortune, a shady merchant has fixed their eye on this awkward, tall newcomer who seems lost among all the hustle and bustle.]

You say it prevents you from transforming permanently?

[The merchant nods. Lu Li hesitates far too long, betraying her interest.]

III | WILD SIDE
[The full moon draws close. And for the first time in months, Lu Li can feel again.

What was metal is now skin and flesh -- or at least, something akin to it. Her skin remains hard, still shines in the moonlight, but when she holds her arms up, she can feel the cool night breeze skimming over it. It awes her. Makes her want to cry.

Unfortunately, her emotional state makes it easy for the arachne in her to take over.

Lu Li was planning to head to the Coven to ask some questions about the Hunt. But on her way there, she wonders if it'd hurt to test her new limbs. She climbs, and the higher she climbs, the more delight she feels as all the sensations rushing back to her.

Which is how she's woven a web between two parapets and has nestled herself snugly in its center, her now four eyes scanning below her. Lu Li stops, her gaze fixed on a passerby. Her many fingers drum together.

Uh-oh.]

I

[blind_benevolence]

[ Shu has trouble mixing his nights and days -- it's simply a fact with being blind. Tonight is one of the nights he's awake and idly walking through the city. He's mostly gotten his bearings for the major city streets, so he's somewhat confident about the alleyway he turns down being the street back to his residence.

It's not. Immediately he takes a stance, a response to being threatened. Soon, though, that softens. A newcomer...? Maybe something else. It's not as though he can see Lu Li. Her voice is certainly unfamiliar. Shu puts his hands up in a placating gesture, a gentle smile on his face. ]

I mean you no harm. I think I took a wrong turn somewhere...Are you alright?

jiang cheng ↯mdzs ↯ merrow ↯ ota

[sandu_shengshou]

ii. unusual arrival

[ when Jiang Cheng drags himself out of the water, the first thought that goes through his head is how the fuck did he get in there in the first place. he was pretty sure that he was sleeping, or meditating in some vague attempt at sleep at least, and not fucking swimming in Lotus Pier.

not that this was Lotus Pier.

(this is the second thing that goes through his head, followed swiftly by a long string of curses and possibly blasphemous phrases that might also slip out into actual voiced things and not just internal monologues but he is distracted, thank you, and doesn't much care for propriety on a good day so.)

hauling himself onto the shore, Jiang Cheng turns to look at the body of water that is far too calm and far too clear to be the waters of Yungmeng, then turns to look around. it is pretty fucking clear he isn't anywhere he is familiar with either, everything about the landscape is foreign and strange. this place is completely unknown to him, he has no idea how he got here, and that strikes something in him that he hasn't felt in a long time.

(fear? trepidation? no. he is fine, completely fine, he has dealt with worse, far worse, than this. Sandu is still at his waist, and Zidian curled around his wrist so he is f i n e.

maybe if he tells himself that enough, he will believe it.)

once he is out of the water, the sect leader marches his way towards noise, sure that he can at least get some vague fucking idea of where he is and how to get back because god fucking damnit he has shit to deal with right now. he can't fucking leave Jin Ling alone after that fucking disaster at the temple and his-- whatever. gotta figure out where the fuck he is. hopefully the people here aren't intimidated by his scowling and general furious air as he, soaking wet, makes his way into civilization.]

iii. goblin market

[ he was a fucking jiaoren, he has fucking gills and sharp teeth and webbed hands and what the fuck was this place. (he kind of knows know, vaguely, but he is still pissed and did he mention that he was turning into a goddamned fish?). Jiang Cheng hasn't been here long, but he has learned enough to know that he is here on accident and he will go home eventually but, until then, he needs to learn how to deal with this.

this being the whole turning into a monster thing.

(wasn't he always a monster? brother killer. sandu-shengshou. the three poisons. maybe this transformation just reflects what he has always been.)

which is why he seeks out the market, he knows that a good portion of what these creatures sell are fake, but he is tired of having to find bodies of water every hour because of weakness thank you very much.

(worse things are to come, he has been told, he needs to find a witch, someone to make him stable. that makes him laugh, sharp and hollow. right.)

he eyes the vendor before him, gaze sharp and suspicious.]

You say this tonic will keep the symptoms under control?

[ either that, or make him sick but at this point he will take anything.]

w i l d c a r d

want something else? let me know! Jiang Cheng is possibly grumpier than normal but like, whatever. pm me or estivaate #9914 on discord OR estivaate.

GOBLIN MARKET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[taciturnly]

( he might have been less than pleased just a few weeks ago, to see him here, unaware of all the truths that he’s recently learned. they worked together, once. they are allies, but the circumstances of wei wuxian’s death left a bitter aftertaste in the back of his throat, one he can still taste, however faint. it’s the thought of his bonded, ultimately, that soothes his nerves; wei wuxian has already suffered plenty, enough, jiang cheng his only family here, and he won’t stand in the way of potential reconciliation.

not so close to a wedding, of all things.

lan wangji stops behind him, a few feet away. jiang cheng’s suspicion isn’t exactly misplaced; a potion could help, but it could also backfire quickly. here’s a witch for you, sandu shengshou, and lan wangji’s voice is just loud enough for him alone to hear. ) It won’t. ( flat and sure, and he’ll wait for him to turn around and face him, a polite nod in lieu of a bow. ) Jiang Wanyin.

h.c. andersen | fate/grand order | witch

[manlet]

I | THERE AND BACK AGAIN
[All things considered, Andersen is fortunate enough to have crashed into his former Bonded's home. From what he heard, people had been popping out of god-knows-where and even rivers. The thought of receiving such an awful reentry makes him shudder.

Aefenglom has changed much. It's somewhat relaxing to be able to walk through the streets, to recognize a shop here or a stall there. And from the looks of it, the good old Goblin Market is still open as well.

Of course, he promptly gets into an argument with a vendor.]

What's all this bullshit snake oil you've got! No, no, you conniving cretin, that was a figure of speech, I don't want to see the disgusting juices you have for sale!

[Andersen is the height of a young child. It does not make him very intimidating. In fact, it makes it a little difficult for him to slam his fist down on the stall to be as angry and loud as he wants.]

Last I was here, you were selling a painkiller. Don't tell me that this crap-- [with his free hand, he wiggles a vial of some unsavory looking liquid] --is the same deal!

II | WILDCARD
( got an idea? hit me up at goatsong or pm this journal and we can hash something out! )

[quickwhip]

[ Trevor's out and about at this goblin market during the night because, hello, vampire. Doesn't really have an itch to burst into flames during the day or anything, so. Right. Nighttime visit it is.

He's not really all that interested in buying anything from here (maybe) but seeing hat a shady looking market like this has to offer? Sure, why the hell not. What else is a vampire supposed to do all on their lonesome?

But hark! Dost thou hear a gremlin in the goblin market? Can it be? Is it true? ]

Andy?

[ Said more to himself at first, he blinks as he catches sight of a half-pint kicking up a fuss and not giving an absolute shit about anything or anyone else, he's over there in practically the blink of an eye... scooping up the man into his arms. Yeah. ]

Andy! Is that you?!