Missrecalled TDM 1

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You aren't sure how you landed here, or even where here is. But here you are. Some new place. Or maybe... maybe it is familiar. Maybe not. So... where are you?



^AURADON


Welcome to Auradon! You have woken up in the perfectly manicured grass before a large castle. You're not the only one! if you follow the path to the Castle you'll discover it is the dorm for a large school attached at the back. Everything is amazing and elegant. There is a wing of rooms that are meant for girls, which are generally full of pink and white and sparkles and lace and frills. Very few of the doors are locked, but a lot of them are filled with personal belongings, like these were someone's rooms.

The rooms meant for boys are much the same, though they are more blue and green and flannel. But again, most of the doors are unlocked, even though the rooms look lived in.

On both sides, the rooms each have two beds, and two of everything.

The grounds themselves are well kept and neat with flowers and bushes and lots of places for sitting on the grass to enjoy the sun or share a picnic.

What is missing - in the dorms, on the grounds, in the perfectly clean classrooms are... people. The only people around are those who seem like you, newly arrived and confused.

And then, rushing right at you, are animals. Birds and rabbits and stray cats and dogs!



^{The Isle}
You are in a graveyard. an old poorly cared for graveyard littered with trash. Old crushed cups and molded fruit cores. The whole place had an air of neglects with weeds springing up around what at first seemed to be tomb stones...

But a closer look might make one question them. For these were not tomb stones at all. There were no graves and what was carved into them wasn't names of the dearly departed, but rather sayings exulting evil. Celebrating it. These my dears, were doom stones.

But if the graveyard wasn't a graveyard, then what was the mausoleum that lorded over it all? Going inside would reveal it to be one of the most depressing suffocating horror houses of all - a high school. A poorly kept high school with drafty classrooms, a basement that stunk of mold and chemicals, and trash and graffiti everywhere. Many lockers are dented from the inside out, like something had been trying to escape. But it was eerily quiet now.

Some doors are locked. Most are not. But everything is just in a state of disrepair. One door has a giant spider guarding it, but everything else seems... deserted. Like this school had been abandoned long ago. With even the lights flickering, the whole thing feels almost haunted.

But if you try to use any magic or powers to light the way you might just find the scariest thing of all...

NO MAGIC WORKS HERE!

Welcome to the Isle of the Lost, explore if you dare....




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Elsa - Frozen

[let_the_storm_rage_on]

Auradon

She walked quickly and quietly down the abandoned halls of the school, leaving only a light dusting of frost in the wake of her icy heels. It was odd to find a building this large so empty of people and it was making her nervous. The only signs of life were the animals which scurried about in the yard and the flowers with scents so tempting she had to lean over to gently touch a rose and breath in it's deep heavenly fragrance. Elsa never noticed when that same rose later froze solid in her wake.

"Hello? Is anyone here?"

Her calls echoed down the halls.

"There must be someone... Hello??"

Re: Elsa - Frozen

[mal_contented]

Hearing a voice, Mal headed for it. She had been taking a patrol around the school for anything left on that needed to be shut down. She rushed forward, her boots sounding sharply and echoing through the empty halls. She came to a stop seeing the other woman.

Mal ran a hand through her dark purple hair, doing her best not to look as though she was not breathing hard. "Hi," she said, finally. It was all she was sure could come out calmly while she tried to subtly catch her breath.

Re: Elsa - Frozen

[smilingarmor]

Thankfully, it wouldn't be too long before Elsa's calls were answered. "Never fear, honey, you're not alone," a voice called back from some distance down the hall. "Don't go running off anywhere now; I'll come to you. It's a big place, and we don't want to miss each other trying to find each other."

A moment later, a tall man in what looked like some sort of jester's outfit came jogging around the corner a bit down the corridor, slowing down as he approached her. "Ah, here you are! I hope you haven't been wandering around long? We didn't know quite when to expect the first new arrivals, so I'm afraid things are still a tad scattered at the moment. I'm Sylvando. And you?"

Re: Elsa - Frozen

[najaran]

"Hello....?" another voice called back from inside one of the rooms. "Thank Culdra. Um... I'm kinda lost...."

Thump thump CRASH. And a door went flying open, a girl falling through it onto the floor. "Owww....

Fischl - Genshin Impact

[thunderingretribution]

The Isle

The graveyard wasn't the most fitting of promenades for a Princess to arrive in but the school, if indeed the well worn building had once been a school, wasn't much better. Fischl spoke largely to herself as she explored, thinking that there weren't many people around to hear her anyway.

"While the tenebrosity of this academy is most reminiscent of the Immernachtreich the..."

Her face scrunched as she slightly broke character to hold her nose past a particularly foul, mold encrusted trashcan.

"...olfactory ambiance is most disagreeable."

Re: Fischl - Genshin Impact

[nobodys_puppet]

She might have noticed a shadow moving out of the corner of her eyes. Someone in a long black coat with a hood up, black gloves, trying to avoid notice. She had almost succeeded. Almost.

[silverstorm]

"I agree." The person who echoed her sentiment didn't seem in a much better mood than she was, storm-dark eyes darting along the hallways, and their dented metal lockers.

"You believe this is an academy?" Cadeyrn couldn't see it himself. It had the air of a prison more than anything else, with its low ceilings, the lights flickering in their indecision whether to work or not. The weight of stone and dirt above their heads was almost as physical as the scents that stank the entire area. He would need time to clean an area-- any area at all-- to leave it fit for living in, even temporarily. He stepped away from the overly full trashcan, not wanting it to smear anything onto his clothes.

"I would expect books. Libraries." Disdain coloured his scowl as he glanced along their path. "A clean area if nothing else." Yeah, this was clearly annoying him. He'd need boiled water if nothing sharper. And rags. Lots and lots of rags.

[animess]

"Now imagine how much worse it much be for me.." A voice spoke from the shadows. When she'd passed near the creature, perhaps she'd mistaken him for a statue given his looming stature and the obsidian colored scales that more or less blending into the décor. Underneath his wings however, one could catch glimpses of lighter specks that caught the faint light and resembled a sea of stars.

Normally Darkstalker would never dedicate his time towards talking to scavengers but this place seemed to have nothing but. Besides that, there was something intriguing about this one in particular.

"... So, tell me.. how many scrolls did you physically consume prior to winding up in this dump?"

Xion | Kingdom Hearts | CRAU

[nobodys_puppet]

The Isle

A slim dark figure was sliding through the shadows behind the doomstones and in the lee of the building, trying to avoid being seen. She was terrified, somewhere new. Again. Alone. Where was Axel? Where was Roxas? Why did this keep happening? Where were her friends? She found it easier to hide here than it had been on the Train, but part of that was that there were so few people here...

Cadeyrn is Not The Friendliest, so let me know if he steps out of line.

[silverstorm]

Her cloak is dark, and fades slightly against the rough stone at her back, a shadow in the darkness. But Cadeyrn is not so easily fooled, and whatever comes their way, there are too few people around here for him to be picky. He does not trust the so-called 'teachers', and has absolutely no intention to give them any attention. So. Whoever does not seem to belong here, to accept these conditions-- he'll take them along. Start structuring them into some sort of a team, if he can.

"Hey, you," he calls out to their attention as he leans his head slightly to the side. "You're not going in?" A single brow rises, midnight over silver eyes, glimmering like coins in water. "It's not great, but it'll keep us sheltered, if nothing else." There's something about their movement that Cadeyrn can't pinpoint right away, so an answer out of them might help him figure out what kind of person he has to deal with.

Lea- Kingdom Hearts- CRAU

[hotheadwarmheart]

Auradon

"You've got to be kidding me!", Lea said. Well, more like shouted. He wasn't sure where he was. The manicured lawns and flowerbeds reminded him vaguely of Radiant Garden as it had once been, but even then everything looked just a tad... too perfect. And far too empty. But wherever he was, it wasn't home. Or Diatu. Or even another train platform. Which could only mean one thing. "Again? Seriously?" He looked up at the bright blue sky addressing the multiverse directly. "This is the third freaking time! Give a guy a break, would ya?"

The multiverse, as usual, failed to respond. And no one else responded either, which only added to the unnerving emptiness of the place. Anyone with earshot must have heard him, so if anyone was nearby, they'd probably find him sooner or later. But until if and when they turned up, he needed to try and figure things out. "Alright; think, Lea, think," he said. "First thing's first; need to figure out what world this is. And second, figure out where your friends are." He frowned. "Assuming they even got brought along for the ride..."

[starprofessor]

"You seem distressed."

Byleth had heard the guy yelling and she had come over to observe him. "Are you alright?"

[dreamsbuilt]

Auradon

As the man moved along the hall of the boys rooms, there was the steady sound of footfalls and a tap - his umbrella's tip against the flooring. This certianly isn't the Circus, Mansion Lefèvre, or his own quint little London townhouse. It's entirely too vast and that was saying something given the nature of the Mansion and the Circus. He paused taking that bowler hat off and raking his fingers through his messy black hair. There doesn't seem to be anyone here. It reminded him of how the Circus looked before nightfall. Before the magic took hold and when everyone was at rest - the tents were all still there but closed, the ground occasionally littered but seemingly devoid of life.

"Right..."

He put his hat back on before reaching inside to the innermost breast pocket of his neatly pressed suit. From the depths of his pocket he pulled out a book small book that grew insize until it was normal again and Marco slipped it open. Pages and pages of tree branches, briars, and thorns around names, photos, sketches, various odds and ends - as he flips his confused look morphs into a frown the only deepens as he gets closer to the pristinely blank cream colored pages.

Reaching them he hisses out a soft breath, "What on Earth has happened?" If it wasn't his magic or Celia's could it be Mr. —? No. This didn't seem like his either. He tucked te book back into his pocket shrinking it down once more then idly tugged at a slightly ink-stained sleeve.

[mal_contented]

A girl had ben just slipping out of one of the boys' rooms, locking the door behind her as she did, knapsack bulging with items. Possibly taken from the room she was leaving. She had stopped dead when she had seen him. Or maybe it was his book that stopped her, given her eyes were more on it than him.

At his question she visibly gave herself a shake. "Long story. The king is going to give a speech tonight to explain things to those who are showing up."

Byleth Eisner - Fire Emblem: Three Houses (Blue Lions)

[starprofessor]

Auradon

A somewhat expressionless young woman was wandering the grounds. She had a dagger sheathed on her hip and a copy of How to Bake Sweets tucked under her arm.

"This isn't the Monastery," she intoned quietly, stooping to pet one of the cats that had approached her. Byleth wished she could still hear Sothis, even though she was fairly certain the goddess would have blamed her for being....well, wherever it was Byleth was right now.

Re: Byleth Eisner - Fire Emblem: Three Houses (Blue Lions)

[mal_contented]

"No, it isn't," Mal said, coming down a side hall, arms full of lacy pale pink blankets that did not at all go with her black and purple punk vibe. "This is Auradon Prep. Just... not at it's preppiest." She winced. "Please tell me those words did not actually come out of my mouth"

That was the sort of thing that used to lead to her being sure she didn't belong here. Now it made her think. And cringe.

Beetlejuice | Beetlejuice the Musical

[creepyoldguy]

The Isle

Just ignore the stripy demon man digging through the trash like an overgrown racoon. He doesn't want to be here. He doesn't want to talk to--

Okay, that was a lie. He wants to talk to just about anyone, don't ignore him. In fact, he raises his head up every so often to see if anyone is looking his way, or at the banana peel hanging from his mouth.

If Cadeyrn is too much, let me know; I know he's not the friendliest .__.

[silverstorm]

"You have no idea where that's been." The person who spoke is clearly unimpressed with the raggedly man, his nose scrunched in disgust. There are a handful of rags in his hands-- looking tattered and somewhat stained, but the cloth is thick at the very least. But his sources are limited here, and clearly, this person is far more enthusiastic about their surroundings than Cadeyrn is himself.

"Have you found anything useful?" he asks carefully, not yet sure if he wants to bother with the strange scavenger. His own hunts have been rather frugal, seeing as... Cadeyrn has no way to wash his clothes yet. Or his hands. Or much of anything at all. "Pots, knives, any cutlery to cook with?"

He doesn't hold much faith, but at the very least, if anyone finds some of these, Cadeyrn can start... setting something up at least. He's not the least interested in the half-eaten, half-rotten food found around these parts. Give him anything-- anything at all that hasn't been contaminated by any number of diseases that seem prone to linger in this so-called 'school'.

Cadeyrn Blackthorn ♠ OC ♠ OTA

[silverstorm]

[OOC: Reminder that IC =/= OOC, Cadeyrn is an Acquired Taste of a character and I'm very aware of it, I promise I don't bite >__<. Let me know if he's being too rude! I'll make him slip away.]

♣[Isle of the Lost]♣

..:: I - Arrival::..
He'd been looking at reports, thumbing through numbers and figuring out his next best course of action, food shortages, the unease towards the north, where he'd heard far darker things lurked. Maybe the firelight had lulled him to sleep-- it's not unlikely. Cadeyrn despises when he falls to that kind of slumber, as he somewhat wakes up crooked and struggling to find his hands again, but he can't deny that it, sometimes, happens. Too much going on that he needs eyes on.

But when he opens his eyes again, it's not his office that greets him. It's not the lull of warmth in the fireplace, not the warm wood under his hand that bears the weight of his decisions. His pen is missing from his hand. Eyes narrow, silver-bright to thunder-dark as he glances around, and his nose scrunches in distaste at the smell.

Oh, oh, that's nasty. The trash and rot that surrounds him is not something Cadeyrn is accustomed to, and not something he ever wants to allow in his direct vicinity. Eyes flit from doomstone to doomstone, their grim tidings entirely unappreciated before he turns to the mausoleum. The skies are churning dark clouds overhead, and there is comfort that he is just a small handwave from calling lightning to his aid. A quick pinch assures him this is not a dream, and the raven-haired soldier is quick to take stock of what he can use.

He'll linger at the entrance, watching, pacing around the immediate area as he tries to find any threat that might linger nearby. Any asset that could help build a defensive position if they must. And any stock of food and comfort that, he is quick to note, are severely lacking at first glance. Clean water is going to be a hassle to find.

..:: II - Cleanup::..
He despises this place. It's not quite the cold hatred that he's always held, but it's close enough that the word still fits. The facilities are lacking, and dirty, with bits of trash churning up everywhere and if he has to kick one more unknown-unknowable thing that is half rotten in the middle of the hallway again, he's far more likely to cast lightning upon it.

Outwardly, he is calm, the slightest give of his mood the slight downturn to his eyebrows as he paces along the hallways, still taking note of what he can find that might be useful. Each door gets pushed out of his way as he checks in, looks for one, one bloody room that isn't better fit for a torture chamber than the 'classrooms' he's found. He manages, if barely.

One of the-- he guesses it would have been a science lab? The desks have been piled up in a corner, and the room is surrounded by a counter. The shelves above are deceptively empty of anything at all-- though bits of glass still litter the area. But it is cleanable. Above everything else, it is cleanable, and that is more than Cadeyrn had seen so far. He huffs, turns the water on from one of the sinks, and watches it burble in spazzy coughs before the flow turns regular.

He'll need rags. And something to boil water in. And a whole lot of patience.

Thankfully, he has a lot of the latter, and working always helps him settle his thoughts in order. A blessing in disguise, even if it's not one that he'd have wished for. He's quick to set himself to the task, gathering glass, and throwing it away, and wiping the counters. At least nothing seems to have up and died in this room.

..:: III - And an... interrogation?::..
"What's your name?" Silver eyes slide up and down over his companion as he notes anything at all he might learn from them at a glance. Hands, callouses, body position, expression. Anything at all that can help. They'll need some form of order, if only to look out for each other, and Cadeyrn needs to know their strengths if he wants to make sure they manage this. Their personalities. And their weakness if needs be.

He's still waiting for an answer, standing straight across from them, the hallways stretching on both sides of them. He gives them a wide berth, just in case, but they don't have the luxury to tiptoe around each other here. They'll need to cooperate if they want to have proper food, proper shelter. Safety. As much safety as Cadeyrn can offer in this paltry place.

Re: Cadeyrn Blackthorn ♠ OC ♠ OTA

[misery_called_npcs]

Clean Up

Hearing the sounds in the other room, the tall grey haired man strode across the hall from his classroom to the next. He watched the stranger in silence as he cleaned with an almost desperate mania. He wondered what to make of him, curious as to what would follow.

He waited until the other's hands were empty before he cleared his throat. "Usually students would prefer to be tortured than help clean up the basement science labs. I suspect you are made differently than those I am used to teaching."

Enki - Star Trek (2407) - OC

[under_the_raptors_wings]

Auradon

The smell of grass, flowers, and the not too distant ocean hit Enki before he could even begin to look around him. He hadn’t known where he would end up when he stepped through that gateway. So being here was… not terribly surprising. Even if he didn’t know where here was. He could figure it out later. His friends had safely beamed out. The gateway had been destroyed behind him. That was what mattered.

The young Rihan might have been intimidating, between his height, scars, and the slightly stolen Tal Shiar uniform he wore (which was Not comfortable at all. Thank you). Except for one very distinct factor. The moment the animals rushed his way, he knelt in the grass and put all of his focus on calming them down.

“I uh… don’t suppose any of you know where I am?” He asked the animals quietly, scratching at the breast feathers of a particularly ruffled bird. Between his voice and body language he practically broadcast calm. And it seemed to be helping.

He didn’t have the familiarity with Terrhasu to know if these animals were pets or wild, though they certainly seemed well off if the latter. He wasn’t paying enough attention to realize how empty the place was or that any people nearby seemed probably even more confused than he was. He didn’t know if there was any way to get home from where he was now.

Look, the Elements had decided to give him a problem he could solve, one actually involving helping animals no-less! He could focus on being daunted by Literally Everything Else later.

Re: Enki - Star Trek (2407) - OC

[mal_contented]

Having seen the animals being calmed by someone, Mal expected to be heading for a princess. With her luck, it would be Audrey. But when she got closer...

Mal stumbled to a stop. After getting past the knee jerk reaction to his very very twitch inducing clothing, she took in the rest of him.

The burn scars. The complexion. She swallowed hard. She knew about other worlds now, about alternates. Was there a world where she was male and had horrible taste in hair and clothes?

Okay, probably not. But an alternate reality where she had more relatives than she did here? Quite possible indeed. So... was this some alternate reality brother who had really really ticked their mom off...? Or just the worlds' idea of a sick joke and a coincidence? One way to find out, she supposed.

"They don't, but I do." She kept her voice cool, her eyes guarded. She tapped into a part of herself usually best left sleeping. If he was related to her... and to her mother... he could be powerful, dangerous. She had to be prepared.

Then again, he was petting a bird like a princess, so there was the slightest chance she was overreacting.

Emporio Alniño | JJBA:P6 - [WILL AVOID LATE SPOILERS BY DEFAULT; PLEASE NOTE IF SPOILERS ARE FINE]

[seacub]

{THE ISLE}

Emporio doesn't know what he expected to see when he woke up. More accurately, what he didn't expect, perhaps. When you get used to a place, used to sleeping in the same spot year after year after all, it isn't so much the expectation of what you'll see that becomes surprising.

It's instead when anything changes at all. It's the fact that there shouldn't be any surprises in the first place.

The boy in a baseball uniform groans, and pulls himself to his feet. Confusion for his surroundings takes priority over any fear. It feels more like being in a dream. Maybe, just maybe, it is one in fact. The carvings on the stones only seem to emphasize it. Maybe he's stuck too much on the fact that he lives hiding inside the walls of a prison. That's probably it.

With a swallow, an idle rub of his arm- t-shirt uniforms really aren't great for the chill, not when you're from Florida- he thus starts to wander.

Maybe you'll miss him. He's small after all, only 4'7''. Maybe you'll spot him in a flash- white baseball uniform, pristine and striped? Blond hair and skin that hasn't seen the sun in however long?

Well, either way.

He certainly doesn't want to be seen by any of you. Not when he has no idea who anyone is.

[silverstorm]

Unfortunately for him, Cadeyrn is good at noticing things. And in the unfamiliar environment, he is all the more keen to keep an eye out, even as he scavenges what little he dares touch in the litany of rot, dirt, rocks and broken plastic. He's gathering rags at the moment, thorn up cloths with dirt and stains, but cleanable, but usable, when he spots the dash of blond hair that circles around the doomstones.

He watches at first, quiet and silent as well, while the-- kid? He looks young. And frail-- darts around, tucked into the shadows and the corners of things. He doesn't call out, gathering what he can from observation alone, but there doesn't seem to be much. The clothes he's wearing are ill fitted for sneaking around, but he's quick and quiet enough.

Their eyes meet.

Cadeyrn very, very purposefully remains crouched, on the ball of his feet, even if the position is awkward and a little painful. He'll pay for it later, but for now, he prefers having the option to spring up to his feet if something tries to get the advantage. But he stays low. It would take him a moment to chase after the young boy; if he even bothers.

"Hey." He calls out, softly. It's a wonder if he's approaching a wounded animal or a perfectly reasonable human being. He's careful in keeping his eyes on the small boy-- he gets the feeling that if he glances away, his companion will vanish as soon as he can.

"Are you alright?" He can... offer help, maybe.

Danny Fenton | Danny Phantom | CRAU from Voidtreckers

[schrodingersghost]

Auradon:

Danny was no stranger to suddenly finding himself in strange places. He hadn't been before the Train, and definitely not afterwards. And sure, this place looked nice and peaceful, but he couldn't help but find it suspicious. In his experience the nicer and more peaceful a place looked, the worse it was going to be when the other shoe finally dropped.

So he explores through the grounds and dorms, but the longer he spends here with nothing going wrong, the more nervous he got. And where were all the people?

By the time the rush of small animals appears, he is in such a state that he immediately launches himself into the air at the first blur of movement from the corner of his eye. Only to immediately come to a halt four feet from the ground, which sends him plowing back into the ground.

....That was embarrassing.

Re: Danny Fenton | Danny Phantom | CRAU from Voidtreckers

[mal_contented]

Mal couldn't help but laugh at him speeding up and then crashing down. She was a better person than that these days. Or... at least, she was trying to be. But she couldn't help it. She knew the Isle way was to laugh and kick him while he was down - and rob him blind in the process. The Auradon way was to be concerned and help. Even if he didn't want help.

The Mal way, apparently, was to find it hilarious. Besides, she could heal him if he was badly hurt. So long as he was alive, there was no harm in finding amusement, right?

Of course right.

Nozomi Yumehara | Yes! Pretty Cure 5 (Mayfield/MLJJ/Melodies/VT CRAU)

[cureofmanyworlds]

Auradon

The first thing Nozomi realized when she woke up? She was completely right - another world completely ignored the rules of another and threw her to another world. With a new body to boot, it seemed.

"I told her... I told her real good." she uttered before shaking her head and standing up. Noticing the castle, she grinned widely and headed for it before stopping and noticing the dorms. Especially the girls - wow, the frills and pink. More pink than she's used to wearing! Then again, it's just silly.

However, as she continues to investigate (and ponder about seeing if she can get something new to wear), she comes to a stop as she hears something charging at her.

Animals. Birds, rabbits, dogs and cats. All of which, knock down the heroine and surround her, causing her to laugh in surprise.

"Oh, wow, this is new!"

Re: Nozomi Yumehara | Yes! Pretty Cure 5 (Mayfield/MLJJ/Melodies/VT CRAU)

[mal_contented]

Mal had spotted the new girl and had been heading over. She had learned to walk in her boots so that she could be near silent, or loud and threatening. But her natural gait was closer to the near silent side. She stopped short when the girl got knocked down. She smiled watching her laugh. "Guess they miss having the princesses around," she said with a grin. "Or maybe they just wanted to be the first to welcome you to Auradon."

The girl was in leather boots with fine chains along them, tight leather pants, and a leather jacket closed tight despite the warm day. All of her clothes were a mix of dark purple, bright green, and black. The green brought out her eyes and the purple complemented the dark rich purple of her hair.

Darkstalker | Wings of Fire

[animess]

The Isle

"Well.. isn't this.. cheery," A midnight-black dragon commented to himself as he sat among all the doom-stones trying to figure out just what it was that had happened to him. This place looked even more dilapidated than the abandoned Night Kingdom and was twice as odiferous since it wasn't as if the Night Wings had used their own residences as trash heaps. It was all that Rain Wing's fault, wasn't it? Though from the description of what she had allegedly written on a scrap of his animus-touched scroll this wasn't at all what should have happened.

That's the problem when dealing with amateurs. There must have been something wrong in her phrasing, or something written on the back that she hadn't accounted for, but who would have wanted to come here? Wherever here was.

While Darkstalker was relieved to still be himself, he could already sense the absence of some aspects of his character that were quite troubling. To test it, he lifted up the least offensive looking object from the pile in his talons and attempted to do something with it. It was just a pebble, but it would be enough. "I enchant this pebble to fly out and strike the nearest living creature that isn't me." When the rock didn't immediately take flight he knew there was no sense in waiting any longer. Not only were his Animus powers currently sealed, but he also didn't seem to be able to seek out other minds with his telepathic ones either. For a dragon that's been able to do that for as long as he's been alive to suddenly be cut off, it was more devastating than he was trying to let on. It was like being sealed within that mountain again, trapped with no one for companionship but a solitary mouse... until he'd needed something to eat of course.

Maybe the spell had partially worked. Giving his wings an angered flap, he sent garbage flying out in all directions. The lighter scales on the underside of his wings shimmered when they caught the light like a blanket of stars. Clearly, a magnificent being like him, just didn't belong here.

Re: Darkstalker | Wings of Fire

[misery_called_npcs]

Y'know? If he had seen this dragon a few months ago, it would have answered a whole lot of questions. Who was Mal's dad was one of the big mysteries of the Isle. Not so much because of Mal - though there was a girl with potential - but because of her mother. Because who would Maleficent... Yeah, a month ago, a big black ticked off dragon would have made all the sense in the world to the Shadow Man.

But now? He was just another of the Misery Called. The displaced. Which meant he was now Doctor Facilier's problem. And he might have, at one time kissed up... or more realistically pretended to kiss up to trick the dragon into the deal of a lifetime. But now he was attempting to - ugh - be good. For his daughter’s sake. He wanted to be in Auradon when they returned. And that meant proving himself good. The things he did for those girls...

But, hey, what could con those goodie two shoes into thinking he was reformed like reforming a dragon? Sure, it would be a horrible blow to the forces of evil, but it would catapult him right into the lap of luxury.

So he would try to pretend to care. Because he did care. Just not about this Isle or that dragon. But about what that dragon could mean for his future.

So he stepped outside, hand on his hat to keep it from being blown away. "You trying to clean this mess or redecorate, friend?" he called up to the creature.

Sae'sha - Star Trek (2387) - OC

[pirate_by_any_other_name]

The Isle

Sae'sha was used to some level of odor. It just came with being around multiple species. But pirate captain or no, H'Naal had a more sensitive nose than she did and always kept in check. It was easy to keep clean on a ship with sonic showers in each person's quarters and food that was replicated and could even be recycled for use in later replicating if too much was made. So rot and decay weren't really a thing she was used to.

All of this to say, she may have been sleeping before she appeared in the graveyard, but the moment she ended up there was like a punch in the face and she woke abruptly, putting her hand over her face and bolting to her feet to get away from the ground and any debris on it as quickly as possible.

Now, usually Sae'sha cut a decently impressive figure, tall and well muscled with an aquiline nose and a default expression that didn't seem angry exactly, so much as like she was looking for a reason to be angry. Of course right now grime coated the back of her coat, and she didn't even want to think about her hair. In addition to that, she'd visibly failed to take care of herself lately. Her hair was around chin length and cut haphazardly, something done in a moment of anger that she'd refused to let Nissi clean up, and her clothes were just that much too loose on her even though they were clearly hers. Well, the leather trench coat in varying shades of brown was a hand me down. It may have been one shade, once, many years before she was born, but at the very least the person patching it had done so with focus on appearance and it looked like the colors had been added by design. She was about 20, though she might be taken for younger, of course as sharp as her features were that didn't happen as often as it did for some other Rihannsu.

"Oh potatoes what is going--" she growled then stopped short. "Potatoes?"

On one hand it distracted her from the smell, giving her nose some time to adjust. "Is my translator broken?" No that sounded right. "Okay, what in the forest..." The young woman screwed up her entire face. That was a very specific translator glitch. She sighed. H'Naal had warned her messing that with her translator so profanities wouldn't be translated and she could learn as many as possible might backfire. But Rren had been so potatoes ... sigh ... confidant.

Oh she was going to rub this in his face later while making him fix it properly this time. As soon as she found him that was. She looked around, completely blank. Maybe she needed to find herself first.

Her first impression after smell wasn't visual, her brain hadn't started even processing that yet no matter that she was making the effort. It was the quiet. This had the feel of a place without enough noise for the amount of buildings, though to be fair, she was used to a lot of activity and didn't much care for quiet. Then and only then did she start to take in the marker stones and the building in the center of the lot, all in varying states of decay.

Huh... she felt like she should know what this looked like, it nagged at the back of her head. Something she'd learned about in lessons from Rren maybe? Something one of the other cultures in the galaxy did? Had done? Maybe even other provinces? Ugh, Sae'sha had never been good at keeping the information from lessons and she discarded the thought before it gave her a headache.

At the very least she knew this wasn't a holodeck program, their ship holodeck was not This Good at smells (Thank the Elements for small favors, she'd never visit the holodeck again, no matter how much she enjoyed fight training with H'Naal or the others in the crew.)

In a way she was grateful she had ended up here, figuring out where this was and how the forest she'd gotten here... and what was going on with her translator all made very good, and very very infuriating distractions.

She gritted her teeth, bit back from 'swearing' again before she screamed in frustration, and headed for the building. She wasn't optimistic that it would smell any better inside, but maybe there would be some answers?

Re: Sae'sha - Star Trek (2387) - OC

[nobodys_puppet]

Xion had already been terrified at sight of the woman who appeared from nothing, without even a Dark Corridor. But then she started heading right towards the building. And this towards Xion who was hiding between it and a Doomstone, curled in on herself and terrified. he cowered lower, clothing the dark hood that hid her face, hoping to not be noticed.

|glamrock chica| fnaf 9: security breach| ota || THE ISLE

[bgawk]

um, toto and kansas are both? bands? like? ?? ((THE ISLE))

Another night, another big show with a smash hit finish. She'd taken her time bowing: between the new bridge and Freddy's trick with the chorus, they'd earned it. The joyous shrieking of delighted kiddos still rang in her audio pickups.

Chica grinned, blinking, and her eyes popped all the way open.

Grin? Gone.

Okay. Like, okay. Okay, so.

The place she found herself in might've been dark, dank==and yeah, kinda smelly, according to her systems==but it was definitely not the Parts and Service elevator.

For one thing? Above, there was nothing above her, but the stars, above. Like, not stickers: real ones. Kinda. Through the dense, gloomy atmosphere of heavy cloud cover and--swirly, stuff?

So was this what real fog was? Not the chemical ice stuff out of a machine. Real weather.

She had never been outside before. Would she rust?

And where was she, anyway?

"Um, guys?" Clucking softly and starting to pace, searching. "Freddy? Anybody?"

Silence.

She knew what tombstones were from their Halloween Specials: decorations! Here lies Pirate Dreadbear, and so forth. A little something to give their guests a thrilling scare.

Only, these were different. They stayed put when she nudged, hard, and even kicked one to test: stone, planted solid in the dirt. And they had...weird slogans.

Bad to the Bone; she knew that one, even if it wasn't the greatest example ever for the kids.

"Monty," sharper, "This is not funny, okay--where, are, you--?"

And off she went, picking her way toward the mausoleum, her confusion only growing as her anger muted itself but didn't--quite--subside.

Seriously, what the actual cluck?

[[Late night chicken is the best kind of chicken.]]

HEY, FRIENDO, GUESS WHO?

[misery_called_npcs]

In his many years as a wizard and a teacher, Yen Sid had seen quite a lot. It was safe to say that there was very little that could truly surprise the old professor any longer. However, an obviously mechanical humanoid chicken with a pink bow on her head wandering in through the doors of Dragon Hall was enough to cause even him to raise an eyebrow. "Well," he said after a moment, a note of amusement in his deep voice, "you're certainly not what I expected."

Elianne/Kaylin Neya - Chronicles of Elantra (Spoilers for Cast in Conflict 2021 potentially)

[elianne]

(Because she has a CW: list a mile long, and many of the issues may come up, going to post this then put her actual TL under this, so anyone doing top levels only does not have to see the post.)

Re: Elianne/Kaylin Neya - Chronicles of Elantra (Spoilers for Cast in Conflict 2021 potentially)

[elianne]

Isle

If she had known there was some sort of choice, if she had known the criteria for the choosing, she would have known she belonged here. In the trash. She'd say it felt like home but she hadn't had anything that felt like a home in almost a year. Or maybe more than a year. She had lost all track of time. That happened when you worked for Barren. You lost track of anything other than not getting him angry with you again. She had stopped asking why he wanted people killed. She killed who she was told to kill.

Paul Mores had taught her that lesson, hadn't he? He judgment didn't matter. Morse was right. Her heart didn't matter. She couldn't be a weakling. She had to just do as she was told.

And what she had been told was to cross the dratted bridge, climb the dratted tower and murder the dratted harpy of a man who lorded over the city, over the part where people were actually safe and happy and wanted. A place where law mattered, where people had clothes that fit and enough to eat.

How much of her life had been spent dreaming of crossing the dratted bridge? How many days had she spent begging on the banks of the river wishing she could leave the fiefs? So sure that she'd go there and suddenly be beautiful and loved and well fed and wanted.

And now that she had crossed the dratted bridge? She expected people to realize that she didn't belong. To point and stare. To kill her.

But what really happened was nothing. People were people on either dratted side. They didn't care about her so long as she wasn't in the way. So she made her preparations. She spent a few days on the Elantra side of the bridge, in a room that had an actual door. But she hadn't been able to enjoy it. She had a job to do. She had to kill the Hawklord.

She made her preparations, she learned to hide in plain sight, and then she made the climb. She climbed his dratted tower, slipped inside and woke up.... Here.

She should have realized. A girl from the fiefs never got to leave them. Not in any way that left enough of the girl after to be worth saving. At least she'd never been too pretty, so she never faced that fate. But she still knew how to be careful to avoid it all the same.

Severn had taught her tha....

She doubled over in the graveyard, retching. She hadn't thought of him in over a month. But now that she had she couldn't keep down the meager contents of her shriveled stomach. She wretched for several minutes then shoved herself away from the mess. Never fall into it. That;s how you got sicker.

She pulled herself up on a Doom Stone, shaky. She had lost her climbing gear. She was dressed in all black, including cloth over all of her face but her eyes. Her dagger was gone.

Where was she? She looked around. Took in the trash, the weeds struggling to grow, the desolation of the place. Okay, so she was back in the fiefs. But which fief?

She looked up at the sky, at how dark it was getting. Storm dark or night dark? She wasn't sure. But either way getting inside somewhere was a hope of a lot more important than figuring out which fief this was.

There was only one building she saw. It looked large enough to hold a lot of squatters, she should be able to find a space. And if she couldn't.... well... she wasn't twelve anymore. Morse had taught her how to make someone give her theirs if she needed it. She didn't have her dagger. Didn't matter. Couldn't matter.

She rushed in to the mausoleum, pulling on her long sleeves to make sure they stayed down as she ran. Her eyes were alert for movement, her ears straining for the sound of hunting ferals.

Kaylin Neya | Chronicles of Elantra + CRAU | CW: All

[kaylinneya]

Auradon

Where the happinesses was she?!

Happinesses? What the actual happinesses? What the....

The short woman gave a small frustrated scream.

On her shoulder a small translucent dragon made a hissing noise. Laughing at her. She tried to swear at it, but the words that came out were just... random nonsense words in a dozen languages. The dragon hissed at her even more.

She growled, and at least that came out more or less as she intended. Mostly because her pronunciation was off.

She shook her head, glaring around. She was a Hawk, her first job was to observe. Not to swear her ocean wall head off.

Okay this not being able to even swear in her mind was streaming her the happinesses off.

But she finally got herself to look. Green perfect clipped grass like someone's ocean walled yard. Someone with too ocean walled much money. OCEAN WALL IT!

UGH!

Anyway, this kind of neat grass usually meant someone with money. And Kaylin Neya was rarely sent to talk to people with money. Barrani didn't count, they expected her to be an uncultured uncooth sloppy little urchin. But this didn't seem Barranian. The plants were carefully cultivated, too neat. None of the trees were chairs or homes while still being alive.

So where the happinesses was she? She spotted the two castles, and more random words in random languages that were meant to be swear words came out. She was used to the palace now, more or less. And the High Halls. And the Long Halls. And none of these... were those.

She shifted position to rest her hands on the hilts of her daggers. Just to discover they were missing.

Cue more random nonsense worlds being snarled into the world.

If someone didn't stop her, this might go on for a while.

As for those seeing her for the first time... She was odd to look at. Empty dagger sheathes on a belt cinched to additional holes punched into it. The belt was over a blue and grey tabard with two golden hawks on it - one picked out in thread, one picked out in beads. Under that was leather armor and a chain shirt, and at under all of that, a long sleeved linen shirt with buttons at the wrists. Her pants were leather and stained with what might have been dried blood. The stains on her boots... well dried blood might be the nicest of what was there.

Her clothing was all wrinkled and in need of a washing sometime in the general vicinity of soon. Or yesterday. She looked like a walking crease. Her hair was pulled up into a rough bun with a gnawed on stick shoved through it.

Sticking out from under her sleeve was what looked like a really expensive antique gold bracer. She wore two heavy gold rings. And there was what looked like a tattoo of a flower on her face - deadly nightshade.

All over she looked like a walking contradiction. A very short one.

Tetsuo Usuda - Canon OC (Akira)

[lasthungrywolf]

Auradon

"Gwuh..? What th'fork..? ...wha..?"

Already bewildered at waking up on a lawn (who the heck had a lawn?!), Tetsuo startled with a whole new tier of confusion at hearing his own self-censorship. Since when did he ever do that?! He quickly looked around--then downward, patting himself down quickly to make sure nothing else had changed drastically--then around again on processing that he definitely was not just in a bizarrely well-kept public park.

Also his bike was nowhere to be seen.

"..oi!"

He jumped to his feet, taking another look around, this time in search of someone to hold responsible, rolling his shoulders combatively. Someone was clearly pulling some kind of prank on him, and whatever was going on, it was in extremely poor taste, tantamount to a personal threat. Abducting(?) him was bad enough, but you don't mess with a guy's wheels!

"Shoot, Idunno what the flax's goin'on 'round here, but whatever sonnovabeast gashole's doin' this ship better not be forkin'round with my bike!"

Running a hand through his messy hair and ruffling it vigorously, he turned toward the approaching sound, ready to pick a fight (although he'd argue the fight had already been picked by someone else and he just wasn't going to lie down and take it) then recoiled with surprise and confusion at what looked at a glance like a jailbreak from a petting zoo.



"Wh-what the spit?!"

Re: Tetsuo Usuda - Canon OC (Akira)

[under_the_raptors_wings]

Enki had finally succeeded at calming some of the animals, mostly, when the stranger approached, swearing, not swearing? Look by tone it was swearing, maybe the issue was his translator, he didn't know.

He started closer and most of the animals left quickly, not wanting to be around this Very Loud Very Angry person. But that bird settled onto his shoulder. (Which all in all made the strangest 'disney princess picture ever'. He was tall and lanky with a medium dark complexion, and y'know pointed ears, forehead ridges, and scars covering much of his visible skin. And, well, the fact the Tal Shiar uniform was metallic with harsh lines.)

He did his best to keep his demeanor non threatening, which probably mostly just added to the contradiction. "Hey, uh, are you alright?" He asked, brow furrowed up in concern. Look, he was fully capable of worrying for this stranger as well as himself and the animals.