OC blog affliated with Isola (https://isolaradiale.tumblr.com/). Currently not indie friendly. TW for: Human exparimentation, body horror, eye gore. Icon by Sabyart
> “Angel” with a pretty bad case of Amnesia. Will die for you, your mom, and most likely any animal companion you may own.
> He’s polite, and kind enough he goes to others without really thinking about it. This can lead into trouble, mostly for him.
> It’s rather hard to get under his skin, he can get along well with most people, but he’ll be especially doting to people who need it.
> He wants to know about everything, he’s especially interested in other ‘supernatural’ beings!
> When he snaps he snaps. If you’re someone immoral enough, he won’t give any mercy.
> Works as a monster hunter at home. Usually ends up helping the monsters rather than ‘hunting’ them.
> Has a lot of secrets he doesn’t even know about.
> He starts sweating when he doesn’t know how to handle situations- he’s hardly able to function independently. But he does it, somehow.
> Lives by wander. He doesn’t own much, and makes money as he goes.
> Golden blood that restores youth.
> He eats a lot. Loves food. Will cry over a loaf of bread.
( PART 1 HERE )
He tried to walk back to the city to get help, but the closer he got the more it ate him alive, the feeling of guilt burning in his guts like hot coils.
Why should he make someone else deal with his issues? As he held onto his gold bleeding wound he stopped his steps.
He clutched the clothes, holding his breath as he weighed decisions in his mind.
He turned around, walking to face himself.
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It felt wrong.
It was easier than expected, he was no more powerful than a human. Clumsy. His strength was average, while it was true the other human had weapons, a knife, a gun.
His body seemed to navigate such things easily, he managed to disarm the gun and now he was playing dodge with knife. He already seemed to know how.
He’s deal with violent supernaturals before, but he was entirely dependent on his limbs, this was different.
He was unarmed. But his heart was flying, sweat flying into the air as he knew what was coming a dodged.
It came easy, felt easy. He felt like he had been in this moment thousands of times before.
‘why are you being so nice to me?’ the question burned in his skull. It was asked by someone who was filled with guilt, someone who had done something terrible. Someone with his face.
He didn’t think much of it, it was an alternative version of him.
But he was always racked by guilt, he was never sure why. Dots were started to connect, he felt...haunted by it, by how easy this was.
His brain shut off, it felt like. He wasn’t sure if it was because he wasn’t sure how to process this feeling, or if it was something that was once natural to him, but time was lost.
It didn’t realize until moments after using the app, the situation was dealt with.
He stood, in the cold, bleeding gold into the snow, breath fogging up the air, reality slowly coming back to him.
He started walking back, carrying his heavy thoughts. He wondered if hospitals were free here.
SPOKEN LANGUAGES. English, Various sign languages, French, Spanish, Mandarin. There’s a lot here, he’s a traveler and he’s lived a lot longer than he realizes, likely to expand the list.
𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !
HAIR COLOR. White
EYE COLOR. Golden
SKIN TONE. Light
BODY TYPE. He’s a bit on the lean side of things, not bony but also doesn’t have enough meat on his bones to be anything but ‘skinny’.
VOICE. Usually gentle and soft, its typically in a quieter tone.
DOMINANT HAND. He’s left handed despite having four hands
SCARS. One around his belly-button, one where his right breast should be and scars over his golden limbs. There’s a visual reference here just look out for nudity
TATTOOS. None.
BIRTHMARKS. His scars might count?
MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). Big golden limbs is fairly noticeable.
𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !
PLACE OF BIRTH. [ LOCKED ]
HOMETOWN. [ LOCKED ]
SIBLINGS. [ LOCKED ]
PARENTS. [ LOCKED ]
𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !
OCCUPATION. Currently working at Lovelyloaves! Still occasionally tries to be a monster hunter
CURRENT RESIDENCE. Apartment 303 in the golden ward!
CLOSE FRIENDS. None yet
RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Single, not available romantically (mostly)
FINANCIAL STATUS. He’s doing alright, he has what he needs.
DRIVER’S LICENSE. None.
CRIMINAL RECORD. None
VICES. He doesn’t really have any.
𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !
SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Bisexual. Lean towards masculine people.
PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch
LIBIDO.
LOVE LANGUAGE. He likes spending quality time with people, if you’re someone he loves he wants to be with you. He’ll also do everything in his power to help you, and ensure you feel loved.
RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. [ LOCKED ]
𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !
CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. He doesn’t have one currently! But it’d probably be an instrumental or something with soft vocals.
HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. He likes making stuff with his hands- knitting, clay, wood carving, etc. He also enjoys exploring, bird watching and singing
LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. He’s more right brained.
FEARS. Red skies give him chills. While he wont run or scream looking at it, red blood does unsettle him a bit, but its something he can handle relatively easily. He’s also pretty scared of anything ‘cult-like’.
SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. It’s complex. He is confident in some skills, but he can be pretty socially awkward so that confidence crumbles pretty easily.
🐝 * ― 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. ( all of these are just some random sentences i thought could be fun to use. feel free to adjust to better fit your muses. )
❛ alright, you’ve won. happy now ? ❜
❛ are you sure you’re okay ? ❜
❛ can you say that again ? ❜
❛ come on, are you serious ? ❜
❛ do you come here often ? ❜
❛ don’t do this to me. ❜
❛ don’t leave me alone again. ❜
❛ forgive me. just this once. ❜
❛ go and never come back. ❜
❛ have you lost your mind ? ❜
❛ i already knew about that. ❜
❛ i can’t trust you anymore. ❜
❛ i did it for you. ❜
❛ i have to do this. ❜
❛ i think i’m in love. ❜
❛ i will wait for you. ❜
❛ i won’t let you down. ❜
❛ i’m always here for you. ❜
❛ is now a bad time ? ❜
❛ it’s okay. i’ve got you. ❜
❛ just pretend to be happy. ❜
❛ now what do we do ? ❜
❛ oh, don’t pretend you care. ❜
❛ please believe me for once. ❜
❛ probably not, but who knows ? ❜
❛ sometimes, you can be infuriating. ❜
❛ stop ! we can’t do this ! ❜
❛ tell me what’s going on. ❜
❛ there’s nothing left to say. ❜
❛ this’ll be the last time. ❜
❛ we can’t keep doing this. ❜
❛ well, are you ready then ? ❜
❛ what are you talking about ? ❜
❛ what are you waiting for ? ❜
❛ where should we go next ? ❜
❛ why did you do it ? ❜
❛ will you go with me ? ❜
❛ you are everything to me. ❜
❛ you can talk to me. ❜
❛ you deserve to be happy. ❜
❛ you really have no idea. ❜
❛ you’re hot when you’re mad. ❜
❛ you’re going to be okay. ❜
❛ you’re out of your mind ! ❜
❛ you’re stronger than you think. ❜
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He was impressed by the speed of his doppelganger, he was also shocked when his arm didn’t activate.
Before he could breathe out, he was holding onto a stab wound, golden ambrosia draining from his body.
He smiled, nervously. He’d need help with this.
Slowly he made his way back to Spirale, looking for a hand.
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> Joseph attempted to talk to his copy, but the virus progressed enough he isn’t listening.
> Joseph can’t defend himself right now. His clone is a seasoned gang member- he’s going to need some help.
> If you’d like to befriend Joseph this thread would be a good start! Capping at 1.
When he was young, the family always warned him not to come home dragging trouble. That he’d have hell to pay for whatever he made others deal with, if he made trouble he was on his own.
But it always felt bitter and cold, and especially now.
This was not the city he knew, not the one he had grown up in and recognized. He was stuck in the woods, his head felt like it was split, his nerves burned as he felt like his body was slowly burning to death.
It was just his luck, wasn’t it? He was always finding himself in a worse position, somehow.
Somehow, he was aware someone else was chasing him, some kind of bastardized version of himself- he saw them briefly. Stark white hair, golden arms that stuck out of his back, he hardly believed this alternative was supposed to be him.
He ran before he could see more- it always felt like he was running from everything.
And now, here he was, breath heaving into the cold night air as he let his body burn.
He pressed his back to a tree and just let himself fall. He felt tired, everything hurt.
He let his eyelids close...if he could just rest for a second.
But his fingertips burned, his chest felt hot, he couldn’t quite find himself to sleep, not with the cold nipping at his bare skin, not with his internal temperature causing him to drench in his own sweat.
All he could do was let the time pass, the breeze in the quiet of night, carrying the voices of the bugs that lived in the night...it soothed his anxiety at least. A momentary distraction. This was the most rest he could get.
And alone with his thoughts, they wandered into the past as they usually did. He thought of the past, how red it was, how he was here now...running, miserable every day of his life.
Would he of been better off if he forgot it all? If he just started new, without memory of anything?
What if he stayed the gang, letting himself continue to hunt and hurt for the promise of safety and stability?
His thoughts were quickly interrupted by crunching of leaves by shoes, his head whipped around to see golden eyes peering at him.
He was sniffed out by his doppelganger.
He bared his teeth, biting his tongue as he forced his burning legs up, reaching into his jacket to get a weapon.
“Hold on-!”
The doppelganger called out, raising all four of his hands in the air defensively “I-I didn’t come here for any trouble, please just hear me out first”
He sounded so…kind. He paused his movement, but didn’t take his hand off his weapon, he expected an explanation. He’ll hear what the doppelganger has to say.
“Okay? Are we ok? Um…”
The doppelganger sighed. Giving him a small smile, for someone who was supposed to be him the doppelganger was…rather upbeat. He didn’t seem to carry any of the emotional weight Joseph did, or so he felt.
Instead he seemed…gentle. Kind of clueless, maybe. Friendly.
“I don’t want to hurt you, but if you listen to me and um…go into this parallel world..um you’ll be fine” He let his smile fall for a second, looking at Joseph more seriously.
“I’m sorry. But I was told this was the easiest way for both of us, I know it sounds kind of…off, but you just have to trust me”
He just kept staring. There was a lump in his throat, he swallowed it before he spoke. He always wanted to believe people foremost, and this was another version of it, wasn’t it.
“Why…are you being so nice? To me?”
He…wouldn’t of been so gentle if he were in the doppelgangers position, the hatred for himself ran deep.
He seemed confused, you could read it on his face pretty easily. It was unsettling, somehow.
“Why shouldn’t I be?”
He hesitated before he spoke.
“...If you’re really me you’ll know I don’t deserve this, nothing this easy.”
He stared at Joseph hard before he just smiled and laughed a little bit, ruffling his hair with one of those golden hands that stuck out of his back.
“Well…I wouldn’t know. I have amnesia, im sorry but I dont remember anything” he looked at the ground briefly, as if contemplating something.
It felt like lightning raced down his spine.
Suddenly, something that was just a thought, a dream, a wish, it was a reality that stood before him. He knew the word for this guy, it clicked.
‘Innocent’. He felt ‘innocent’. He was ‘innocent’. He lived, not knowing a thing about his own sins, he was happier, he could smile, like it was normal, he was doing it right now.
He could give so freely, because he knew nothing that would drag him down. He was free of guilt.
Josephs head felt like white noise, he stared at his doppelganger in shock. Was he lucky? Was it worse-
He…needed to process it, think about it, his brain raced.
And then his gut tied into a painful knot, he felt his mind crack in pain and tighten, being clawed at like hundreds of ants suddenly biting his skull.
Suddenly, pain overwhelmed him.
He screamed out, doing the only thing he felt could relieve the pain at this moment. He pulled out the knife he had been holding onto this whole time and stabbed his doppelganger.
He ran, fast as he could, far as he could, he wasn’t even thinking.
[🍞]–- “Well…I’m not telling you to stop helping people..” Mizi placed a bandage on Joseph’s forehead wound; making sure it was placed flushed and firm against his skin. “Obviously you shouldn’t turn a blind-eye if someone is in danger…but maybe just…stop handling these sorts of things alone?” It was a complicated situation, and Mizi didn’t have all the answers. All they could do was give Joseph their opinion and show concern.
“You feel guilty for stuff that happened in the past, but you’re putting way too much pressure on yourself..” He gave Joseph a gentle pat on the shoulder.
He held his eyes shut tight for a moment as Mizi soothed out the bandage tight to his forehead.
He touched it gently after, just lightly to feel it secure in place. With a big bandage on his forehead he was bound to look silly while walking around, but he didn’t mind. Maybe he’d stop scaring people with his resting face.
It was nice, having someone to care like this. He stood at the floor for a moment, turning a thought with Mizis words in consideration.
Maybe it was time he stopped walking alone. “Did you want to come with me next time?”
Mizi may not of been a seasoned fighter like he was, but he had nothing but admiration for the baker. He knew Mizi was perfectly capable of being scary when he needed to be, and he knew he definitely wasn’t helpless.
He felt himself relax, he wasn’t sure he was putting enough pressure on himself. But he wasn’t going to fight anyone about that, especially not Mizi.
He slowly pushed his chair back and sat up
“Did you need an extra hand with anything today?”
A quick change in topic.
[🍞]— “Alright, now pay attention because we’re going to have to speed-run through some of the more important bits.” He led Joseph into the back kitchen, pointing out where various cooking tools and other items could be found. “Employees have to wash their hands before preparing anything, and especially after using the bathroom.” That should’ve been common sense, but some people needed a gentle reminder; which is why he also had a sign up in the restroom that reminded everyone to utilize proper hygiene in the work place!
After that, he took Joseph around so he could see where the big freezer was, and around the corner from that was the storage. …The big baked goods storage. “Annnddd….here’s where we store stuff that doesn’t need to be served right away. Typically we just use it for bread and dough.” He looked between Joseph and one of the more tantalizing loaves of milk bread, then he smiled and nudged his head sideways. “Go ahead, you can have that one.”
He was sure to listen best he could.
One of the highlights of travelling alone was the volunteer jobs, getting to see how workplaces set everything up was interesting.
Kitchens especially, seemed to be unique, especially small store chain ones. The different ways they had set up where their tools were, the little notes on whiteboards, seeing the personality and history of those who worked here always felt warm.
People existed, they carried themselves into every part of their routine, and Joseph could especially see that in this kitchen, he already himself tickled, excitement welling in his pit.
He took note of the tools, of the hand washing note (though he usually did that already).
He marveled at the freezer room, the smell of fresh made goods, especially bread was pretty homely. His mouth was starting to water as he stared at it all with his golden eyes.
Mizi just happen to say magic words, he quickly shot his head over to look at the baker, his eyes practically sparkling. You could see the excitement bubble up in a bright, open smile.
“Thank you very much! I’ll be sure to enjoy it!”
He went ahead and grabbed it, but paused “You don’t mind if I start using one of the cutting board and knives do you?”
He wanted to enjoy it slowly, show his appreciation. A lot of love was probably put into the bread here, and he was more than thankful for the free food.
Istvan, is used to people being used. Its what granted him power to ascend, when he knows that other people are being used or are the users themselves. This poor young one. His gluttony would provide a excellent feeding ground for those greedy.
“Of course, come follow me. But keep pace, running would only make you hungrier.”
And so he walks more to the crowded areas of the street.
“I’m alright, don’t worry about my hunger”
He’d rather not be a burden, hungry as he was. He had grown accustom to being hungry all the time.
But just in case the other was too worried he kept his pace to a quick walk, curious to see where this...catman (?) would lead him.
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Details on event rewards can be found in the FAQ of this post!
The information gathering stage was complete.
A week had passed since the operation had begun and reality itself had conformed to the guidelines laid out by the Program.
Ofiuco had studied as she had been instructed. Eventually it came time for her to give her report, speaking to a superior beyond a screen that read ‘SOUND ONLY’.
So… What’d you notice?
Replacing the memories of the outsiders has led to a more peaceful city. It is like an entirely different place. The people as well… are not the same.
Oh! Is there anything bad about how the city is now?
Inherently, no. The city is quiet, and those that were denied peaceful lives in their own worlds are able to live those dreams. In a way it is a utopia for many more now than it was before.
Oooh… In that case–
But.
…but?
There was nothing wrong with the city the way it was before. Its current state is artificial. The residents before had suffered, but for many of them that made the happiness they found themselves far more precious.
Eheh, that’s a really interesting take, Uco-chan! Is it based on data analysis?
There… is no data to back this up. How I came to these conclusions… I do not quite understand myself.
No data…? Okay! Then we’ll leave the rest in your capable hands, Uco-chan! I hope you find the answer you’re looking for.
With that, there was silence. The screen that hovered in front of her turned black for a single moment before chains of code began to run across it.
It wasn’t simply code to an artificial being as herself: it was a language meant to describe what would happen next. She stood quietly for a moment, the letters and numbers reflecting off her lens-like eyes.
At the stroke of midnight, an unprecedented event fell upon Isola Radiale.
Around the outskirts of the city, the fog that had kept the citizens trapped began to withdraw. In tandem with this strange event, a loud alarm rang throughout the city that stirred those that were slumbering to their senses.
All at once, the populace was afflicted with the same head-splitting malady. Lives they’d thought real were suddenly thrown into a maelstrom of confusion as memories of another world and another Spirale flashed and emblazoned themselves back in their minds and fell into place. For all they knew, in those hellish moments, it felt as if the fabric of their beings were being torn apart.
The next morning, at exactly 6 a.m., every phone in Spirale chimed with the same ear-splitting alarm that could rouse even the dead from the grave. When they lifted their phones to silence the noise, the devices automatically dialed to their voicemail box with a message lying in wait, though no new calls had been logged.
A voice, clearly disguised to sound deeper, spoke to them.
“You need to act before it is too late. Alternate versions of yourselves, those that believed they had lived in this city their entire lives, have been split off from you outsiders and have fled. I understand this may sound unbelievable, but I have made sure you still have vague recollection of their lives.
“Your ‘copy,’ a being believing themselves to be the original, has been infected by a virus created to kill them. Over time, their stability will deteriorate, and before long they will perish by causes that appear natural. However. you are intrinsically linked to this copy. If they die, so will you. The only way to counteract this effect and nullify the virus is to seal them away in a parallel space I have created. There they will be able to live their lives as intended, free of the harm of these tests. This is a mercy that… would not normally be permitted. I am acting against protocol, and therefore it is possible my actions might be undone.
“On your cellphone, you will find an app titled ‘Spirale GO.’ Simply tapping your copy with your phone while this app is running will send them to this space, but only on the condition that the copy agrees or is otherwise worn out. Considering they are quickly losing their sense of reason, I imagine that might be quite difficult.
“To make matters slightly more complicated… areas directly outside of the city have opened up and many of the copies have fled to these areas. Your phones have been updated with information relevant to these spaces and will indicate which area your copy has fled to. I can provide no more assistance than this.
“So that they might live a happy life, and so that you may preserve whatever happiness you have acquired yourself… I pray you persevere.”
The AU versions of each character have split off from their original and have been infected with a virus intended to impair their reasoning ability and then kill them. The issue? If your copy dies, you die.
A ‘mysterious voice’ has offered you an illegal out: utilizing an app on your phone to seal them away in a parallel realm where they can live happily. To do this, you must get them to agree or subdue them in their deteriorating state.
Each phone has been set up with an app that allows you to know where in the city (or outside of it) that their copy is located, however they won’t know the exact location within.
Explore the branches, hunt down your copy, and seal them away!
The event will end in its entirety at 11:59:59 EST on December 15th, so make sure you at least get a starter in before then!
I didn’t have time to make a starter during Part I. Can I participate in Part II?
Yes! You can still make part 1 starters and ads. Just keep in mind you'll need to establish a part 1 background to do part 2 things! Also remember that both parts are required for participation!
Can you explain how to seal doubles?
Sure! Doubles can be sealed by two means: getting the double to agree to be sealed away willingly OR subduing them and forcing them to be sealed—in other words, knocking them the heck out some type of way. Given that the doubles are slowly becoming more confused, disoriented and agitated, the former method will become more difficult as time goes on, so it would be wise to find them quickly!
Once you get them to agree or knock them out, tap the SEAL button in your SGO app on your phone to send them to the Other Side. Simple, no?
Oh, but be careful. If you accidentally kill your double, you’ll kinda accidentally play yourself and also die. Whoops.
I accidentally played myself. What happens to me and my double?
Unfortunately because this is a rerun simulation, you'll never know... The truth is this is something we were never able to properly follow up on due to a number of factors, so bringing back that consequence wouldn't really serve any purpose at this point!
Do we have to deal with our double on our own?
No! You are able (and encouraged) to phone a friend (or several) and go on a double hunt! Feel free to team up to corral them to your heart’s content. The only deal is that only the original can seal their copy (e.g. Original Flavor!Ofiuco is the only one who can seal Copy!Ofiuco).
Will this event have rewards? Will I receive them if I'm replaying the event?
There is a small power / weapon unlock for characters participating for the first time only. If you're repeating the event, you'll be given double the stars for the event that you normally would! Everyone who participates will also receive a "I PARTICIPATED IN THE SUBVERSION RERUN AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY T-SHIRT" shirt. Free of charge!
Uhh... Because this is a rerun, the branches already exist?
Indeed! But we don't want to erase anything from the story section so that we could preserve the original! We apologize if anyone is confused!
Can I write a drabble for my event participation?
If you’re dead set on a drabble, it will need to be at least 500+ words in order to qualify for event participation. That’s per part, by the way.
And that’s all! As always, if you have any questions not covered here, please feel free to reach out and ask. Have fun!
