Intro Log: June

[moustre]

Intro Log: June

I. ARRIVAL 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. A moment later, you feel a tug, and you find yourself stumbling into a dark, musty room. Behind you, a mirror stands ornately decorated with reminders of home wrought in brass and wood: the faces of people you know, and symbols important to you; all things that send a pang through your chest with the desire to return to them. Touching the mirror's surface does nothing but leave the stain of your fingerprints. When you turn turn to survey the room, you find there are hundreds of other mirrors. None of them are as decorated as yours - they're plain and dusty, speckled with age. Then you realize a second thing: You're not alone. Distantly, the ringing bell of a clocktower can be heard. But no matter its distance, the time is clear to make out: it chimes three times, stark, resonating like a pulse of something in this mirrored hall that you and many others have found yourselves in. For those familiar with magic, they might feel the power of the witching hour upon them, though it will feel different from what they're used to - in fact, everything does. You're certainly not the only ones here, however. On the first floor, with the doors wide open behind them in the foyer, is a small group headed by two individuals. As people begin to arrive, to come from the highers floor, they're waiting - and they're waiting for you, and your questions. Explore the rest of the mirrored halls you've now found yourselves in, or proceed to the foyer? Leaving the Looking-Glass House makes it obvious that the clock striking three was for 3 AM - the night sky is faintly cloudy, but the stars are dim in the face of two moons, even so close to the new moon as it is. The Looking-Glass House is rather nondescript two-story cottage made of grey brick, sitting at the edge of The Coven's courtyard; stones which glow as you step on them mark the path to and from the two buildings. While fairly small and plain on the outside, the inside has been enchanted to be the size of a large library, with hundreds upon hundreds of mirrors hanging, standing, and resting inside its walls. Some are broken, some are cracked, and some seem completely uninjured - but all of them are just as plain as the cottage itself, showing age in the silver beneath their glass and in the greening of their metals... Well, all except a character's personal mirror; to characters, one mirror - the one they came through - will be decorated lavishly with metal-and-wood-wrought reminders of home, and the surface will be as clear as a brand-new mirror.

II. THE WELCOME PARTY Whether you've decided to find a way out of the building you've arrived in, or decided to explore the rest of the Looking-Glass House - and perhaps finding a few familiar faces among the crowd - you feel a pull towards the foyer of the first floor. It's like a firm suggestion, as if to take you by the hand and draw you to where it begins, and the source of it becomes quite apparent upon finding one's way to the front room: a tall, comfortably-dressed older woman and her even taller wolfish companion. "I suppose you were right again, love," the wolfish one says, voice a low rumble in the quiet night. The woman looks particularly pleased with herself, hands on her hips and elbow nudging at her companion, a quiet eh, eh under her breath. She goes ignored as the werewolf (?) lifts her head to assess the arrivals with her one eye. "Although the excuse of Boaltinn is absent, this time." "Just begs looking into then, doesn't it?" The woman gives her companion an even brighter smile, a little tighter around her eyes, then turns to those gathered in front of them. "Well then, no sense in keeping secrets! This here's Mhairi Ainsley, ambassador to the Parliament and my Bonded, and I'm Nerissa Bell, head Witch of the Coven - but you can just call me Miss Nessie, you can," she adds, winking. "The lot of you must be as tired and confused as the last batch - hullo to those who've joined us, too! - so just a moment, dearests, I'll set all you right up—" With nothing more than a wave of her hand, rows of seats are summoned; despite their wooden nature, they're all sturdy and comfortable, filling the foyer and spreading out a ways into the lawn behind them, making room for all of the new arrivals as well as the previous batch. After all, they'll find this just as interesting. The Witches and Monsters that accompanied Nessie and Mhairi move to make room, and some disperse into the building itself to see if there's anyone who needs tending to. Mhairi steps forward as the chairs materialize. "Please, those who are able, join us for a moment. There are many questions that I'm sure you have - we will do our utmost best to answer them, and you may take any that we can't as a promise to find some sort of solution or answer." NOTE: If you wish to interact with Nessie and Mhairi, please comment here. You have the option of handwaving the IC interaction to OOCly ask what questions your character might have for them, for us to summarize an answer for, or you can request an IC thread. Simply specify in your comment's subject and we'll respond accordingly.

III. THE HAVEN After an hour or two of general chaos, questions that the natives attempt to help with, and injuries tended to for those who arrive in poor condition, it's time to make a trek to where you'll be staying while Nessie and Mhairi continue to search for a solution to the situation. As you're leaving with a few Bonded for guides, peculiar-looking devices - watches, the native Witches explain, compliments of Parliament - are passed around to all the new arrivals; they're given a quick rundown on their functions and bid to test them out when they can. They can even do it as they make their way out of the Coven's courtyard and to the Haven. Formerly part of the Aristocratic District, The Haven is just as well-kept and brightly-lit as the district it hails from. The houses err on the tall and ornamental-side, large enough to fit several families (or, according to the upper class, their one family, several dozen servants, and guests), especially closest to the Aristocratic District. They become a little more modest and smaller as one gets away from the realm of high society and nearer to the Residential District proper. Newcomers are shuffled here and invited to find somewhere to live - the Coven is currently handling expenses for the houses themselves in an program implemented by the Parliament, though if your character wishes to have anything extra - like maids, chefs, and so on - they'll have to pay for them themselves with their own earned money. Much of the landscape and fixtures are the same as in the Aristocratic Districts, though it lacks formal emergency services due to its roots as part of a district that already did. Much of the housing already has furnishing due to the speed at which homeowners were relocated; they were given enough time to collect their valuables, but standard furniture such as kitchenware, couches, beds, etc. were left behind for those moving in. Other houses appear the same, but the dust on the floors suggest these houses were left before the new arrivals even showed up - a reminder that the Cwyld can strike just about anyone, regardless of standing. Another portion of this district has been opened up to the new arrivals: the barracks, the row of buildings pressed against the very edge of the Bright Wall. As the city's military force no longer has the same presence it previously did, the barracks have gone into disuse, and a cleanup effort has been in place since before the new arrivals came through the Looking-Glass House. For those who desire something a little less opulent, the barracks might just be the answer. The barracks can also be used for business, for a welcome center, a communal space, for anything that the residents of the Haven see fit to use it for - so long as the legality isn't questionable, on the surface. To help with filling up the larger houses - and even some of the smaller ones, and the shared rooms in the barracks - the Witches put together a little roommate finding service, on a smaller scale from the grand opening of the Haven. For those who aren't entirely sure who they want to shack up with, they have a small survey for them to fill out and post on the board they've magicked up in the center of The Haven. The board also very helpfully reads aloud each form for everyone to hear in a cheerful, monotone voice. It isn't able to be shut up, nor is it easy to ignore, being imbued with a kind of amplification magic. It seems like the prank previously attached to the spell has been fixed now, at least, so it doesn't read rude descriptions anymore - simply the information you've offered up yourself.

IV. CLASS ACTS Once is happenstance, and twice is coincidence - but Nessie won't take any lip about it, especially given some of those who arrived aren't turning out to be Witches, but the other half of the spectrum: Monsters. It's one thing to grow up knowing what you are and what you'll look like, and it's another entirely to be thrown into a world and have to deal with it without any idea of what to do. In the days following arrivals, Nessie gathers her best Witches and Monsters, and gives them a simple task: figure out who is what, and give them a little help. On a volunteer basis, of course; anyone who doesn't want to be tested for magical potential (or a lack-of it, signifying being a Monster) will not be forced to be, but they will be encouraged to check out the classes offered regardless. a. A LITTLE BIT OF HOCUS Those exhibiting magic potential - or who are interested in magic or Witches, regardless of if they were tested or not - are brought out to the Coven's courtyard. They're given a quick primer on magic, the different classes, and taught a few entry-level spells and concepts before they're set free to practice their new magic (with supervision, naturally). Try your hand at conjuring candy, evoking a little fire, teleporting a few feet, tossing a few enchantments on others or inanimate objects - get those flowers singing! But be careful: inexperience is a Witch's greatest enemy, and these spells might just end up going a little haywire. Your simple light spell might end up as bright as the sun, or maybe instead of a nice breeze you bring in a major windstorm - effects are either big or small, with nothing in-between. b. A TINY BIT OF POCUS Those exhibiting a lack-of magic potential - or those who are simply interested in Monsters and Bonds, regardless of if they were tested or not - are brought to the Coven's basement. Despite its below-ground existence, the area is well-lit and feels as open as the main room above. They're given a quick primer on Monsters and transformations, the full moons and their effects, and a key part in keeping them from going too wild: Bonds. Those attending are encouraged to form temporary bonds, which is done by the two characters simultaneously drinking a tasteless silver-colored liquid from the vial provided to them. This Bond will last up to a day and has the same effects as a real Bond, though lessened in strength and muted in feeling.

Welcome to the intro log! While mingling on the log itself is highly encouraged, feel free to make your own logs; take the prompts offered and go wild, go crazy, go stupid, have fun. The network system is free to use once characters have their watches as well; information on that can be found at the bottom of the Setting page, while any extra questions about it can be found in the FAQ index. Quests can be picked up now as well! While new characters will have to get settled in, you can go ahead and put your name on some by replying to the June Quest Pickup thread on the Quest Board. Finally, if your character is getting into any Shenanigans, let the mods know and if you have any questions about the log, ask them here!

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OOC QUESTIONS

[moustre]

ROOMMATES AND HOUSEMATES FINDING

[moustre]

Fill out the following form if your character is the type to participate, post it here, and comment around for some ??? profit! Since we know that character desires don't always line up with player desires, we have both an IC and an OOC portion to fill out; the IC portion is what gets read aloud by the board, while the OOC portion is just for plotting among each other - which can be done on this thread!

If your character wouldn't participate, but you'd still like to plot for housemates, just use the OOC portion of it.

• IC Portion (All of this should be filled out as your character would - if that means lying about any of the information asked after, or omitting certain things, go for it.)
Name:
Age:
Three words you'd use to describe yourself:
Favorite color:
Seeking: What they'd like in a roommate/housemate.
Not Seeking: What they wouldn't like.
Preferred living situation: With just a few people, in a house that house multiple groups (like an apartment or twin house situation), etc.
Extra notes: Pets, special circumstances, etc.

• OOC Portion (All of this is just for you, the player!)
Character name:
Character age:
Canon:
Choice: Witch or Monster?
Preferred housemates or plans: What kind of characters/living situations you'd like. Need someone to bully your character into being nicer or less lazy? Want someone to help your character loosen up a little? Put your wishes and plans here.
Extra notes: Anything else, be it ways to contact you, notes about your character, and so on.

• <B>IC Portion</b> <b>Name:</b> <b>Age:</b> <b>Three words you'd use to describe yourself:</b> <B>Favorite color:</b> <B>Seeking:</b> <B>Not Seeking:</b> <b>Preferred living situation:</b> <B>Extra notes:</b> • <b>OOC Portion</b> <b>Character name:</b> <b>Character age:</b> <B>Canon:</b> <B>Choice:</b> <b>Preferred housemates or plans:</b> <B>Extra notes:</b>

IC QUESTIONS

[moustre]

If you wish to interact with Nessie and Mhairi, please comment here. You have the option of handwaving the IC interaction to OOCly ask what questions your character might have for them, for us to summarize an answer for, or you can request an IC thread. Simply specify in your comment's subject and we'll respond accordingly.

Berserker (Cú Chulainn Alter) | OTA

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ 1. Arrival ]

[ Gae Bolg, the cursed spear. Its reflective surface rarely draws Berserker's attention to it -- it's simply a part of how the weapon is. Something feels different, though, as he puts his fingers against the broad tip.

Ah. Something very different. Showing up in strange places with little warning normally doesn't concern him -- it's a part of the job. He briefly inspects the mirror before him, sparsely decorated with only piece of twisted metal shaped into a familiar symbol his Master wears.

He thinks nothing much further and simply moves on. Not into the foyer, but into the other mirrored halls. His distrust of the two individuals is immediate, so they are to be dealt with later.

As he inspects the other rooms, there's no threats to be found. Except for maybe whoever approaches him. He points his barbed, red lance at them, but doesn't look. ]

Why are you here? Go somewhere else.

[ As if they aren't just as misplaced as he is. ]

[ 2. The Haven ]

[ Berserker had no interest in questions or answers nor the odd device he was given, he wants to explore his surroundings for himself. None of this matters to him, nothing is important. He simply moves because he's supposed to. The Haven holds little interest for him -- it's far too nice for him to want to remain here. He does wander into some of the unoccupied houses, holding little concern for anything he might break or damage. It's abandoned, so it's not his problem.


A crash sounds through the small space as a long forgotten teapot falls to the floor and shatters. ]

No one will miss it...Whoever might have cared is dead or long gone.

[ 3. Wildcard ]

[ Got an idea? Gimme a starter or send me a PM here or on Discord at glitzkrieg#0673! ]

ardyn izunia | ffxv | ota

[scourged]

[ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ]

[ In all fairness the whole place seems pretty well set up, which is more than Ardyn can say for other hostage situations. Having gone from one to the other, this one at least has the more fantastical look to it in a way that almost makes his eyes water; the world back home has been dark for years so going from dark to a lit evening is going to raise eyebrows (mainly his own). For now the ex-chancellor of Niflheim takes a seat the moment they appear, expression not at all betrayed how ruffled he's feeling. It's one thing to be displaced in one's own world but to turn up in an entirely different one? That's a lot of power and that's before Ardyn even gives too much thought to the fact his own powers are gone. Vanished. Absent. There's not a single thing to find in terms of magical skill set and if the fact it wasn't working didn't clue Ardyn in, the fact he now has to carry his sword around certainly lets it sink in.

This place, whatever it is, is completely overpowered.

For now Ardyn knows he's just going to have to deal with it; from what he can see as he glances around the room, there are others looking just as put out as he's feeling. There's the possibility that everyone who turns up is also stripped of their powers and that in itself is a little comforting to know there are others in the same boat. It doesn't dull the annoyance at being removed from his own plans but yelling and stamping one's foot isn't going to conjure up any answers and Ardyn gives the smallest shake of his head as he folds his arms.]

My my, this whole thing truly is a mess. I don't seem to recall asking to be brought here. [ The words are spoken almost playfully; if only the tone reached Ardyn's eyes. He's the one that's used to throwing spanners in the works thank you very much. Having it turned back on him just isn't on his list of things to do. Ardyn mulls something over, eyes squinting ever so slightly in thought before he goes back to his almost casual pose on the chair, glancing at the person next to him.]

Makes you wonder, doesn't it? Everyone seems so nice right now.

[ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ]

[ Ardyn is pretty sure he's heard enough dodging of answers for now. Sure, most seem to answer what's put forwards but Ardyn knows he wouldn't be so forthright in giving information and he's not expecting the same courtesy from anyone in this place. Soon enough he's being ushered towards some housing and even now he can't help but smile at the ridiculousness of it all, casually flicking his new device up into the air and catching it like a large coin, repeating the motion as he thinks out loud.]

My my, a welcome party and now houses. Before we know it there'll be jobs galore and we'll all be living like a perfect little society... [ Not even Ardyn can stop himself from shaking his head again, giving the watch another flip.] Oh, I call dibs on the biggest house. If anyone wants to share they'll have to ask nicely.

[ᴄʟᴀss ᴀᴄᴛs - ʙ]

[ Not a hint of magic. Why? What did he do to deserve this? Sure, things weren't so hot for Ardyn back home but this seems such cruel and unusual punishment! Especially since he's now standing in someone's basement, staring at the coven member after flicking through a book on Monsters. The irony isn't lost on him and his expression is nothing but unimpressed.]

So not only did we end up in this place you're not trying to tell us we're going to suddenly become monsters? That and we have to bond with others? [ Well that's Ardyn's day officially ruined and he stares at the offered liquid with a dramatic sigh. Truly this place couldn't get any worse and he takes hold of the container before looking at the others in the room.]

What shall we toast to? Long health and a not so painful transformation into something not quite so devastating?

[ᴡɪʟᴅᴄᴀʀᴅ]

(ooc: down for anything, feel free to PM)

yang xiao long | rwby | ota

[vytal]

the barracks.
[ this place is a lot more worn down and old fashioned than remnant. technology isn't quite the same. yang is already feeling a whole lot of culture shock and she'll need time to adjust. she doesn't look too thrilled to be here. the dream was one thing, but actually being brought into its word is another. they have too many things to do at home. they don't have time for this.

she can be found one of the seats in the main communal area, leaning back with her arms folded across her chest and her legs crossed. if someone approaches, she'll look up and raise an eyebrow at them. ]

'Sup. Do you need something?

class acts - a.
[ yang's been tasked with staring a little fire. naturally, this can only go well. yang understands how to use a semblance, and she tries to channel that same energy into igniting a little flame in her hand. she's concentrating pretty hard, holding out her hand in front of her, staring at it intently. ]

Almost there....

[ she's been at it for...a while. but alas...there's no fire. her head starts to hurt, and she lets out a huge sigh and leans back. ]

Oh, come on! Why is this so hard?!

[ it's possible that it's her attitude and the stress getting in the way of letting her cast a spell. her psyche isn't exactly in the right place right now. she's too frustrated and making it more complicated than it needs to be.

maybe some help would be nice. ]

wildcard.
[ come at me with anything! ]

fingers crossed im doing this right

[divineconfetti]

• OOC Portion
Character Name: Wolf
Character Age: ~ Early/Mid 30's
Canon: Sekiro: Shadows Die Twice
Choice: Monster (Doggo)
Preferred Housemates or Plans: Someone very convincing! As soon as the housing situation is explained, Wolf is immediately going to set out to find something quiet and out of the way for himself. My current thought is that he will find a small, vacant cottage, sort of tucked into the corner of the Haven closest to the wall. Surrounded by overgrown grounds and quite dusty and worn, it will have room for one or perhaps two other people...! They just might have to talk to a very critical and stern Wolf before settling in, though, since I imagine he would have gotten there first. I would love to thread things out, for anyone interested! (Though that's certainly not required.)
Extra Notes: Despite some potentially terse first impressions, Wolf is probably a pretty good roommate. He's quiet, diligent, organized, and keeps mostly good care of himself (now that he's not doing his shinobi thing 24/7). He's not a good cook (it's unfortunately canon that he eats raw rice...), so he might need help there. But he is very helpful if you ever need assistance, and in a few months you will basically also have a dog??

Elliot Craig | OTA

[fiddlestick]

III. The Haven
[Well this sure was not how he expected today to go.

Back in Heimdallr, it had been his last free day before graduation. He'd been planning to get some fighting practice in the underground tunnels. He hadn't been expecting that looking at his reflection in a puddle would lead him here.

Aefenglom...he had assumed it'd been a weird dream, but looks like he was pretty off the mark on that one. Who thought dreams could actually mean something?

He'd spent the whole question and answer session quietly, just trying to wrap his brain around everything going on. There was so much information that was dumped on him at once: Covens, Bonds, Monsters that are normal people, magic that looked it came straight from the Hexen Clan. By the time it was over, his brain felt completely full and he was very sure he was going to forget stuff.

And through all that, he couldn't help but feel the pangs of worry. He couldn't stick around here, he had to go home. He'd been so close to achieving the next step in his goal. He can't keep his promise hanging around here.

But it wasn't like he had a choice. He follows the guides, taking the watch he's been given (just like the one in the dreams), and tries to listen to the explanations of where they are. Not...much is sticking at this point. He is definitely reaching overwhelmed.

When he's finally given some time to himself, he heads over to a fountain sits down on the edge, staring blankly at the watch (how do you use this again?) in his hand. His other hand is still holding onto his staff. He needs a breather and to try to figure out his next steps.]

I wonder if those people in that dream are really here too...

[he squeezes his eyes and gives a little quiet whine as he talks to himself]

Ohhh, why me? Emma would've been much better for this. She would've memorized everything by now, while I just know I won't keep any of this straight...

[Yep. It is time for self-belittling hour]

IVa. Yer a Wizard
[But despite his beliefs, he's able to keep some of it straight. Or at least, he remembers the part about having to learn magic and use magic to keep oneself from exploding. That sure stood out.

Not only that, but with all his abilities now gone, he knew he had to be quick about learning this new style of magic if he wanted any chance to surviving. So he arrives right on time to Nessie's class, making sure to take every little note- even if he looks a little stressed at it at times. Gotta learn magic. gotta not die.

When it comes to his turn to practice, he'll try his hand at a water spell first. Water was always his best element back home, so that should be true here, right? It shouldn't be too hard to conjure some water.

Which good news for Elliot, his logic was right. After a few tries, he's able to conjure some water.

Bad news, that said water conjured above the head of the person next to him, and about a bucket worth splashes all over them]

-Ah!

[he yelps and immediately starts apologizing]

Oh no, sorry!

Wildcard

[Got another prompt? hit me up!]

Class Acts - A

[fiddlestick]

[Elliot had been practicing nearby, trying to master his own water spell. But it's hard not to notice Yang's frustration. He can kinda relate, even if he's not the temperamental type]

H-Hey, it's okay...magic's a little to get the hang of. In fact, I think it's even harder if you're stressed.

[vytal]

[ ah. it's elliot, from her dream. she frowns and hangs her head slightly, letting her arm fall to her side. ]

How can I not be stressed?

[ and she'd be a lot more willing to roll with the punches if they weren't in the middle of something really important. ]

Sorry. I just... I was pulled here at an inopportune time. I'm just tired.

Monika | Doki Doki Literature Club!

[loadme]

II - The Welcome Party

[There's nothing that really stands out about Monika as far as her appearance goes. Judging by how she's still wearing her uniform, one would think that she was ripped right out during the middle of class.

One would think.

Still, she's here and it doesn't look like going back is an option. It's just as good for her, really.

There was nothing for her to go back to.

It's after the lectures are all said and done that she takes to walking around, approaching anyone who'll give her the time.]

Hi!

[There's a smile on her face, and she seems pretty cheerful.]

This is all a lot to take in, isn't it?


The Haven/Barracks

[She keeps herself busy.

Exploring.

Talking.

Anything.

Time to herself is not good. It makes her thoughts wander...

Wander to how it was all supposed to end for her.

Monika comes across a set of doors. Noticing that they're open, and with the excuse that she's supposed to find a place to live, she knocks a couple of times before stepping inside.]

Hello? Is anyone in here?


IV. A - Little bit of Hocus

[Magic? Really? That seemed a little far-fetched to her. Ah, but then again... So was all of this.

No reason not to give a try, at least.

But really, what exactly was she supposed to do? The lesson was helpful, but pretty hastily given. Was she supposed to just wave her hands around and hope for the best? Haha, that could turn out to be pretty dangerous, actually.]

Hmm, I just don't really know where to begin. There's so many different spells to choose from!


[Wildcard]

[Hit me up with something else and I'll reply in kind!]

[fiddlestick]

[Luckily, he won't really take offense. Because yeah, who wouldn't be stressed at a time like this]

It's fine, don't worry about it. I think all of us are pretty stressed right now.

Did you use magic back home? I remember you saying you were a huntress.

[vytal]

Well that's...not really considered magic. My power's called a Semblance, which is basically an extension of my innate abilities. It's hard to explain, but it's definitely not magic.

[ which is odd but. rwby lore. ]

Did you?

welcome party

[vytal]

[ hm. yang has a pretty weird feeling about this guy just because of the way he's talking? but she'll give him the benefit of the doubt. it's weird, sure, but they're all in the same boat. there's no point in making enemies out of anyone here. ]

Somehow holding us hostage seems to be their version of a good idea.

[ and yang is so not a fan of being held hostage. ]

Where'd they pull you from?

[fiddlestick]

Oh, really? So...kinda like how sword fighters channel special energy with their moves?

[he's sorta got this. Trails be anime man]

Aha, yeah. I wouldn't say I was amazing, but it was about the only means I had to fight. Sooo...I'm really not looking forward to having to start from square one again.

Class Acts

[exterreo]

[As luck would have it, Somnus hadn’t seen his brother until now.

As luck would have it, because it’d probably have not been as easy to accept this place for what it was if he had seen a ghost walking on and about. But can he really call him a ghost, a specter, a memory if he’s so different from the older brother he remembers? The hair, the clothes, the way he walks and talks- it’s like there’s an anger underneath it all now, a frustration that hadn’t been there before. The young, nice, naive Ardyn he remembers was kind above it all, he would never have treated people like this. Right now, Ardyn sounds like-

Well. Ardyn sounds like Somnus.]

Why the anger, brother? [He says, trying to force his voice to stay calm because right now even he can’t tell his emotions appart in the turmoil he’s feeling inside. So it’s better to just play it safe, and the best defense has always been an attack.]

One would think you’d be quite used to turning into a monster by now.

[figmentpigment]

• IC Portion
Name: BENDY
Age: RUDE
Three words you'd use to describe yourself: THE DANCING DEMON
Favorite color: YES
Seeking: FRIENDS
Not Seeking: NOT FRIENDS
Preferred living situation: DOORS THAT OPEN. CLEAN!
Extra notes: HELLO I AM NICE NOW.

• OOC Portion
Character name: Bendy
Character age: 30-ish...?
Canon: Bendy and the Ink Machine
Choice: Monster; Hyena Turnskin
Preferred housemates or plans: Someone who has a sense of humor and can be patient with Bendy's naivete and lack of voice. He's lacking in any knowledge of how to like, live life, so if someone responsible can teach him how money works that would be ideal.
Extra notes: As a turnskin, his monstrous form is going to be a real problem down the line. Hopefully people are willing to contend with that.

Qi'ra | Star Wars

[syndicators]

( arrival )

[She stands at the base of the mirror, staring for a moment. The ringing has already stopped, but the confusion is still there. Qi'ra stands motionless for a moment, just taking all of this in. However she arrived here, there is no returning.

How she was brought here is weighing on her mind, but here seems interesting enough as it is. Quickly she's working out her next moves before looking around for anyone familiar in the group. She isn't afraid to start moving though. Answers need to be made, and standing around a room full of mirrors, a vulnerability she does not need to be around.]

Let's find some answers, [She says to the person beside her, prompting some action from the equally confused person.]

( the haven )

[The bit of town she walks through seems almost archaic to her, to be grounded back on one planet has her a little restless, but she keeps herself relatively calm, moving through the area she's meant to stay in. For now at least. Already she has ambitions of rising higher.

Right now she doesn't have much by the way of moving in, but she's out for that reason. If she's going to have her own space, she at least wants to be able to have things that are hers. Going around and just stealing was something she would have done when she was younger, but she may be hanging around open, unoccupied places.

If she's caught, she'll stand and admire a piece of furniture even if it isn't her taste at all.]

I wonder how this all came to be, [She muses.]

( class acts - a tiny bit of pocus )

[Not having any bit of magical calling, Qi'ra opted for the group heading below the Coven. To say she isn't at least a little skeptical is obvious. Brows furrowing, she heads down and stares at the vial she's given. She doesn't trust it herself, and she isn't sure what she's supposed to do with it.

But she does listen and watch, interested in the various types of monsters there are here. Right now she doesn't feel that different, but it sounds like she will.]

IC THREAD.

[cult]

upon entrance, wei wuxian's heart practically stops and it hasn't been that long after he's been through an experience like this. shaking at the sight of the wolfish creature that's bringing tears to his eyes, he takes a deep breath and does what any sane person would do the moment chairs are brought to his attention — he hides right behind it. a hand to his stomach that covers his stab wound, he really feels like he's about to faint!

this gives a horrible first impression but that's like an overgrown monster, a ... ... dog! is this how people live nowadays? to have such a scary beast just hanging out there... the nerve. though, this isn't the time to complain as he stays right where he is — grey eyes peek through the space of the chairs sitting side by side. "ah, s...s... si...sister ne.. nessie! sister, sister..! do .. do you .. does..." a shaky hand points towards mhairi, showing his concern and the fact that he's overwhelmed with fear.

"i'm going to f — faint..oh my.. a solution! solution! can your.. uh.. b... bonded? hide behind a box or something!? this is way too hard...!" it's hard to ask questions when your fear is just chilling right there!

ozymandias | ota

[fulgency]

i. The Haven

[Ozymandia opts to go for a walk throughout The Haven. All the while he's futzing with his watch. Normally any gaps in technology from his time to the present would be filled in through external means, but now he must figure it out on his own. Thankfully, it's nothing too complicated and he begins writing notes for himself about the various structures he passes, trying to decide which might make a suitable abode for himself.]

[Or at least that's what he intends to do. His first couple of notes may accidentally be misfired texts instead. Fortunately, he's a quick learner and after a few misfires, he realizes his mistake and corrects for it.]

[Eventually he hears the board (because how could he not with how loud it is?) and follows the sound to it. He observes for a time before stepping up to look over the survey.]

How clever! This should make finding suitable roommates a simple task.

((ooc: Please only a maximum of three responses for the misfires. Just specify in your subject that you're going for the misfire for ease. 👍))

ii. Maybe Too Much Hocus

[Confidence is a good thing for one to have, especially when it gives you the confidence to try something new. Then again, when that confidence is completely unearned, that trying of something new can also not be so great. Particularly for the people around them.]

[Ozymandias listened intently to the instructions, showing a surprising amount of restraint in not asking questions or interrupting with side commentary. Then it's his turn to try and practice his teleportation spell. He smiles broadly, clearly certain that despite not being a Caster, he will 100% nail this spell perfectly. And then he disappears.]

[...]

[...]

[And then it is with a mighty thud that the pharaoh lands!]

[...]

[On another person.]

You have my thanks for cushioning my fall, [he says, pushing himself up with his arms. As carefully as he can manage, he scoots off and offers a hand to help whoever he's managed to splat sit up themselves if they need it all the while rubbing at his forehead with his free hand.]

iii. Wildcard

[Wanna do something different? Feel free to PM or hit me up on plurk (rebreather) and I'd be happy to write up a starter! Or you can! The world is our oyster.]

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[loadme]

Even so, it's dangerous to leave it on the floor like that. We should at least clean it up!

ii

[ua_duibhne]

[Well, someone's picked up this whole witch business quickly. Maybe if he weren't seeing stars, Diarmuid might have the presence of mind to be envious given his own lack of progress but his pride has, thankfully, been knocked to the back of his mind. Literally, really, considering that somewhere along the lines, a flamboyantly dressed man dropped out of nowhere and slam-dunked him into the ground with his entire body weight.

Maybe he'll mark studying teleportation off of his to-do list.

With a low groan, the Lancer lets his head drop back against the floor, only looking up again to give Ozymandias a deeply unimpressed look.]

I won't be making a habit of it.

[He'll take the hand he's offering anyway, though. Trying not to appear as foolish as he feels Lancer hauls himself back upright and begins to dust himself off.]

barracks

[loadme]

[With Monika's eyes wandering all over the place, it was only a matter of time until she made eye contact with someone.]

Oh! No, not really. I was just looking around and trying to figure everything else.

There's so much to take in, I'm actually kind of overwhelmed.

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[cult]

Did you forget? I said I'd follow you if you didn't want to follow me! ( there's a smile on his face and berserker might find this to be a familiar idiot from before which wei wuxian is happy to see with; waving his hand to get his attention. his other is too busy pressed against his stomach, covered in red from a would he's been dealt before coming here. perhaps that dream was too kind to him because he's feeling it right now. )

I thought you didn't want me touching that! Huh, huh..! What happened! Am I allowed to touch it now? You're sooo kind to me ~ ( his eyes drop onto the lance, giving it a few looks over and indicating it as the one from before. he cut his hand on it purposefully which wasn't very helpful but he does wish his hand was suffering than the wound in his abdomen. ) Can you believe it! Us run —

( removing his hand from his stomach, he goes to press his palm against a mirror to use in order to lean on. he dirties the glass just a bit, leaving behind blood in his hand's wake and as his realizes instantly what he's done, he yanks his hand back to his stomach; accidentally forgetting. ) ....whoops.

wolf | sekiro: shadows die twice | ota!

[divineconfetti]

I— class acts (b).
( no, wolf has never had magic of his own, so the results of the divination offered are not surprising to him. he has always ever been a vessel of magics obtained or willingly given — the power of the Divine Dragon's Resurrection bestowed upon him by kuro after his first death, impaled through the chest and crushed under the burning wreckage of his family's estate. the mortal blade, able to sever the unending lives of the undying, but at a steep cost that only kuro's gift allowed him to pay. the tools of the shinobi prosthetic, the seeds at the bottom of the healing gourd... gifts, all, with magic he only used because his mortal body was not enough for him to do his duty: to safeguard his lord and master at any cost.

but lord kuro is not here. and neither is the divine child. he has known this for some time now, but it still aches in the center of his chest, like a once-broken bone that stubbornly healed despite the sinking feeling that it had not set properly. once, he had given up, languishing at the bottom of a well for far too long as the world continued to move around him. by the time he had awoken to his purpose, he had nearly been too late. the situation was not the same, here — nor was the location, nor the people. but he would not allow himself to succumb to defeat again. so he continues forward, ears open and eyes keen, willing to do whatever he must to press on in the hope that the path would one day lead him back to fulfill the oaths that he had sworn.

it seems that that path might involve swearing different oaths, though the complexities of these are different than he was used to. the Iron Code, what he had promised lord kuro... they were living things to him, but this was something different — a Bond which would be very literal between them. wolf is visibly uncertain as he listens to the explanation and instruction, and there's a shadow of that still on his face as he looks at his partner now. there is steel and conviction there as well, one can be certain, but he cannot help but be wary of giving someone access to how he feels.

but turning from it would not change what is written into reality, even if it is impossible to see and confirm here and now. he does not yet reach for the vial of silvery liquid, instead asking in a low, quiet voice, ) Before we drink, I would ask for your name. ( it seems the least they should do before temporarily binding themselves to one another? )

II— foreign shore.
( he has never seen the ocean before. strange, for one who comes from an island nation, but the scope of his life has only ever been narrow — a child of the battlefields of isshin ashina's bloody coup, taken in by one of his bestial shinobi to be taught their arts. he had only ever seen the wild lands of ashina: the snowy, perilous mountains, the crevasse which plunged to the sunken valley below, choked with mist and the occasional left-behind shed skin of the great serpents which dwelt there. so when wolf takes to exploring the city in his own manner, quiet and on his own, he ends up gravitating to the harbor.

the smell and the state of the place do not bother him; the stink of fish and salt is no better or worse than that of corpses rotting on a field that had once seen battle. no, it is all easy to weather when the reward is being able to look out over the bay and onto the vast ocean. the shinobi stands somewhat out of the way near the network of docks on the eastern side of the district, certainly sticking out among the dockworkers and deckhands passing through. he watches what they do, the ships that arrive and depart, the wares that are taken from them and loaded onto them as they did so. he also watches with some interest a group of men and a few children casting lines into the harbor, fishing either out of necessity or to pass the time.

it is much to take in. the different place, the different people, the different buildings and manner of dress and manner of speaking and manner of behavior in general. wolf had never been a creature to fit into society — shinobi were beasts to keep hidden until the right moment to loose them.

and is he even still a shinobi, here, now? what is if he if not that? these questions plague him as his eyes grow as distant and misty as the horizon over the sea. )

III— a very important question.
( at some point late in the evening of the day where the second group of newcomers arrived to the city, a very short and somewhat strange message appears on the network: )

gourd seeds

( that's it. nothing else. is it a question? is it just a general statement? maybe he thinks he should just ask it about what he wants to know? even that is a bit of a stretch — wolf has literally no idea what this little mirror is or what it does, so he's just doing his best. )

IV— wildcard.
( wolf can be found throughout the city, sometimes traveling along the cobblestone roads but you also might see him use the grappling hook attached to his prosthetic arm to grapple up to the rooftops so he can get somewhere a little more directly! I also have a housing comment for anyone who might want to room up with him! )