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on leaving Isola

don’t worry - this is pretty short and simple. i’m sorry to everyone that i’m leaving behind, all the threads unfinished. you deserve better than this, i know.

#out of swords

ITEM DROP CHALLENGE

if your character was an npc boss, what items would they drop when they flee combat/are killed? repost, don’t reblog!

common items (would drop every time)

Cell Phone: Don’t get too excited, it’s only a flip phone. It seems to be surprisingly durable, and it’s filled with mostly-unanswered texts and calls. Many of the older ones are labeled as being from “7th Heaven”.

Fusion Swords: Cloud’s set of six massive blades, which can be combined or detached depending on your needs. Good luck using them, though; they’re pretty dang heavy. On the upside, it’s probably one of the best non-magical swords in the game. That might not sound incredible, but don’t knock it - it’s still pretty dang deadly, especially with a high enough strength score, and its durability is through the roof.

uncommon item(s) ( maybe a 20-30% drop chance )

Wolf’s Head Set: A three-piece accessory set comprised of a ring, earring, and armor augment. Individually, each piece adds a 20% agility boots; when worn together, they also reduce fall damage by 75%. Neat! Side effects may include hallucinations of a wolf, we’re not sure. Please use responsibly.

Ribbon: This small, pink ribbon can be worn in any accessory slot, and prevent affliction of all status ailments except geostigma (but don’t worry, you won’t catch that). Oh, and sadness. It can’t prevent sadness. The sadness is eternal.

rare item(s) ( maybe a 5-7% drop chance )

Fenrir Key: This key grants you access to a pretty sweet motorcycle! Includes a passenger seat, sheaths for the Fusion Swords, hands-free steering (seriously), and it can switch from forward to reverse without losing speed (yep). Now, if only you knew where Cloud left the dang thing parked. Too bad you just killed him.

Omnislash technique: Now you, too, can have access to a powerful single-target special attack! Comprised of sixteen consecutive sword slashes, this special move may require a bit of practice to pull off correctly, but it’ll be worth the effort. Don’t ask how an attack drops as an item. It doesn’t make any sense, we know. It’s okay. Just don’t think about it. No, really. Don’t.

#meme friday #this was surprisingly fun

OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS

APHRODITE laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, thrives on attention, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, your girlfriend thinks they’re attractive, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled wrath, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a Tinder account.

ARES armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fists raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell will make you think, exhausted, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA discerning gaze, unreadable face, the patience of a lifelong teacher, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, go-getter, balls of wool displayed on shelves, ancient buildings, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.

DEMETER soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls spikes, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car bike and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles.

HERA resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold.

HERMES devil-may-care smile, ink-stained hands, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers.

POSEIDON storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, the sea casting its spell, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns for more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow.

ZEUS thunder in their heart, running on coffee cocaine, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, pretends they don’t have feelings but they do, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy calendar with ease, most likely to be voted class president out of their peers, expensive watch

tagging: @oritsuru, @hallowknighted (good luck), @alsotravelingthrough tagged by: @stygianking

#gawd this was bad #meme friday #ALSO PISSED ABOUT HADES THANKS

@eternalhunt

Garm was officially now taller than Cloud. Okay, he’d been taller for a while; but now Cloud’s spikes only came to the wolf’s chest. At this point., Cloud could probably just slap a saddle on his back and ride the wolf around town.

In fact, come to think of it, that sounded slightly tempting. Best not to, though; it’d only cause more problems than it was worth.

Evidently, some scent had caught Garm’s attention - though it was one of the few times that he’d ever seemed to react to any smell - and he’d spent the last ten minutes or so dragging Cloud about to track the smell down. Which would’ve been a bit easier if the smell weren’t in the middle of Fibonacci's dirty, cramped ground floor at the bottom of the canyon.

Cloud was almost caught off guard when Garm stopped walking - he’d been more interested in making sure they didn’t walk into a building - and just as he looked back at the wolf, Garm sneezed and sat down.

which was odd for two reasons: first, because Garm had never sneezed before, and it was a rather disturbing sound from such a large beast; and second, because Garm had stopped the trail so suddenly. Apparently, they’d found what Garm, was looking for.

Whatever that was supposed to be.

#eternalhunt #isola event #event: covet

@galianbork

After two full days with Garm, the wolf had calmed down quite a bit. Though he hadn’t exactly lost all of his drive and curiosity, he’d settled down from his hyperactivity, and seemed more interested in watching the whole world than trying to greet it nose-first.

His growth hadn’t slowed down at all, however, and Garm’s shoulders now stood equal with Cloud’s own (which generally put his head even higher than Cloud’s). At this rate, by the end of the week, he’d be able to leap small buildings in a single bound, or something.

Something caused Garm’s ears to perk up, which was hardly unusual in and of itself; but a moment later, the wolf’s head swiveled around and lowered a bit, turning his gaze into something closer to a glare. Interested, Cloud turned his head, and was surprised to find who was just coming down the street.

“Vincent!” Now, there was he hadn’t seen in quite a long time. Most of his friends (and enemies) had come and gone at some point or another; some stayed longer than others, but they all left eventually. Vincent, on the other hand - Vincent, he hadn’t seen at all these last two years.

“I didn’t realize you were in the City. How are you?”

#galianbork #more things for which Vincent was Not Prepared #isola event #event: covet

@vnssrs

By mid-afternoon of the second day, Garm had officially outgrown any normal wolf - not that he’d been much of a wolf in the first place. In fact, in all honesty, he acted more like an actual dog than anything else; he was always curious and happy to meet new people, though he didn’t seem to care for cars. Perhaps the most odd part of all was that he neither barked nor howled, though he made plenty of other noises.

At the moment, Garm had discovered his new favorite thing: the beach. The oversized wolf played around in the waves like any human-bred dog might, exhibiting all the joy one would expect from a two-day-old pup. Personally, Cloud was just happy to be able to eat lunch while sitting down for a change, even if it was a pretty cold day out.

Sadly, of course, it couldn’t last forever. Not everyone caught Garm’s attention, but sooner or later, somebody would. This time, apparently, his attention was caught by some purple-haired figure along the boardwalk at the beach’s edge.

Cloud looked back at Garm, who returned his gaze - and then broke into a sprint. Cloud chased after him whistling - he’d been trying to teach Garm to stop on command - but as usual, Garm didn’t listen Cloud gave up and just piled on more speed, trying to catch the wolf (or at least the leash) before he got too close.

Seriously, when had the wolf gotten so damned fast?

#vnssrs #event: covet #isola event

new blog theme is live.

#out of swords #tbd

@penancedhonor

It had been roughly a day since Garm had arrived. Late into the night, the cub had finally grown tired again, so Cloud had taken him back to the condo. Oddly, his roommates weren’t around, so which avoided any number of strange questions. Even better, the wolf seemed to be perfectly happy to sleep stretched out on the floor.

By the time Cloud woke up again, Garm was about the size of a full-grown wolf.

Once both man and beast had eaten breakfast (well, brunch, really, at this stage), it was time for the morning walk. Or, more likely, the rest-of-the-day walk. On the upside, it wasn’t long before Cloud spotted a vaguely familiar face - one which Garm was also apparently interested to meet. It didn’t take the pair long to catch up with the older man.

“Hey - you’re Angeal, right? The SOLDIER? One of the top First Class guys.”

#penancedhonor #hewwo gwampwa Angeaw #isola event #event: covet

@kokajisong

The good news was, Cloud had gotten then hang of taking care of Garm. Plenty of food (made specifically for wolves, in fact), check. Adjustable collar and leash, with backups just in case he kept growing, check. And lots of exercise, check.

The bad news was, despite being maybe ten or twelve hours old by now, Garm was not only still growing, but he still had all the energy and curiosity of a dog his age. Not only had he barely slept since those first few hours, he could barely sit still.

Granted, it wouldn’t have been at all difficult for Cloud to keep Garm under control, locked up in the condo or something. But that seemed rather unfair to the cub, and probably would’ve only made them both miserable. So instead, Cloud let the wolf drag him all over the island.

The main thing that Garm seemed to be interested in, though, was other people. In fact, the young wolf seemed to love meeting new people as much as an actual dog might, which struck Cloud as rather unusual. He might still not be an expert on wolves, but he found that to be rather... strange. On the upshot, Garm didn’t want to meet everyone - only people that the wolf apparently found interesting enough.

Apparently including this particular white-haired gentleman. Cloud reigned Garm in with his leash a little before the wolf could get too close, but Garm’s attention was definitely fixed now.

“Sorry about him.” Which was, in fact a phrase Cloud seemed to be saying several times a day. “He likes meeting new people, and he probably won’t go away until you pet him.”

#kokajisong #isola event #event: covet #sorry this one got away from me a little

@hallowknighted

The main issue of having a wolf cub, as it turned out, was trying to keep track of the thing. In retrospect, Cloud figured he probably should've gotten picked up a collar and leash at the pet store. Unfortunately, he needed to catch the pup first.

Garm was a lot faster than Cloud had anticipated. The cub was probably about a foot and a half or so long, and maybe four or five pounds; only a couple of hours ago, he’d barely been able to walk a couple of short steps without tripping.

Now, apparently, he had no problem running at a full sprint. What the heck was going on with that cub?

As it turned out, though, the cub hadn’t gotten very far. Cloud rounded a corner to find Garm sitting up from where he’d (presumably) gone from full sprint to dead stop a little too fast, and plowed his nose into the dirt. It wasn’t too hard to find what had caused the stop: some small creature, humanoid but lacking much in the way of human features, with a white, skull-like helmet. Or perhaps it was more along the lines of a helmet-like skull.

Either way, Garm seemed more interested in looking than actually doing anything rash, like picking fights with a strange creature that stood a solid couple of feet taller than himself. Nonetheless, Cloud scooped the cub off the ground before something happened.

“Sorry about him,” Cloud said to the... whatever it was, exactly. Assuming it could even understand him; but better safe than sorry. “He’s... he needs a leash.”

#hallowknighted #i have no idea what the scale here is... whoops #isola event #event: covet

@ruzhenqu

Apparently, Cloud was now in charge of a tiny wolf cubs - so tiny, in fact, that it had struck Cloud as being rather too small. Not that he was an expert on wolves, actually; but he was pretty sure the pup was far smaller than it should’ve been.

Or rather it had been. Now, a few short hours later, the puppy had definitely grown on him. It was roughly the size he’d expected; a bit bigger than his hand, and a couple of pounds or so heavier, by his estimate.

First order of business, which he was somehow still working on, was acquiring food. Thing was, he wasn’t going to leave this cub at home, and he hadn’t really counted on wandering around the city holding a napping wolf in one hand.

He found it slightly odd.

He’d never paid any real attention to food stores, or where they might be, which was something he was now starting to regret. Sure, he’d seen three or four strewn about the island, but it wasn’t like he’d specifically marked the locations in his head for future reference.

Which is why he found himself parked on a bench along the side of the road, with a sleeping wolf and a bunch of unwrapped hamburgers. Probably far from the best, but all he had right now.

Hopefully this wouldn’t look too strange... but he’d seen worse things.

#i'm sorry that you... get the difficult one #ruzhenqu #isola event #event: covet

this is a starter call for the Covet event, sorry it took so long

in case you didn’t know, cloud has a tiny, tiny wolf puppy. it’s growing. slowly, but faster than it naturally should. in fact, unbeknownst to Cloud (yet), this puppy is... not going to stop growing.

this is uncapped and, of course, absolutely feel free to bring in your muses’ own ‘present’, whatever form it takes.

#isola rp ad #isola event #event: covet

A Cloudy Gift

Two years.

A bit over two years now, in total, Cloud had been in this… place. These places, more accurately. He didn’t keep track of the exact timing; he avoiding thinking about it too hard, if he could avoid it. And besides which, there was that two year gap he’d missed out on.

Nonetheless, whether he wanted it or not, the fact had come to him one night, about a month ago. Two years, give or take a little bit. Now that it was in his head, he couldn’t make the number go away. He could ignore it, for a little bit, but he couldn’t get it out.

And what had he gotten out of it? Strangely enough, after all this time, perhaps a kind of... peace. Not exactly in the chaos of these either of these two cities; there was always something new, something dangerous, some kind of problem or attack.

No; if anything, he’d found a strange kind of peace within himself. With himself.

#isola event #event: covet

stygianking‌:

It should be unsettling, how comfortably Nico is in this place, but it’s nice. Wherever this is, it’s provided the first real sense of calm for Nico since he got here, and that’s an achievement in and of itself. He presses in closer to where Cloud is standing on the outcrop, careful to watch his feet, lest he fall and be forced to use his shadow travel to save him from and untimely death.

“It sounds a bit strange, but my home is a camp. Sort of– it’s more than that, really, but we call it a camp, and it acts like one. It’s a home for kids like me, who don’t have any real place to go, because of our heritage. So to see a bad imitation of that is… off-putting.” He feels he owes Cloud at least some kind of explanation, although Nico is careful about the details. Just in case, it’s better to be safe than sorry when mentioning he’s a demigod around other mortals– although perhaps, that’s just his way of trying to hold onto the familiar in the face of all this unknown territory.

A gentle silence stretches after Nico speaks, and he gingerly sits down, sitting forward so that his legs are swung over the side of the ledge. Perhaps he’s playing with death a bit, but Nico thinks he has enough Get Out of Underworld Free! cards for a life time. “…What is this place, anyway? It’s… quiet.” Which is nice. A real reprieve, for once. “And sad.”

Must be a rather interesting camp, to be anything at all similar to this Ward. Given that Nico said it was a little more than that, it might be less of a camp and more of a semi-permanent town, or something along those lines. Hard to say, but in any case, it probably made being here a little bit rough.

That, at least, was something Cloud hadn’t really gone through yet. he had certainly had more than a few less-than-pleasant experiences of his own over the last couple of years; some of them rather disturbing. He certainly remembered that statue of Jenova had had found, for one thing; strange to think it had been less than a year ago now...

He hadn’t really expected the teen to sit on the cliff edge next to him, but he was well withing arm’s reach - close enough that Cloud could haul him to safety if he needed to. Not that it should be necessary; Nico didn’t really strike him as the kind who’d manage to tip over on accident, risky as this spot might be.

“Word has it, they used to sacrifice people here, a long time ago. Apparently they thought it’d keep this whole city safe. Hard to say for sure, but it’s a little unsettling. Peaceful, too, though. Not sure what to make of it.”

#stygianking

oritsuru‌:

for Sephiroth to have his sword, or just any weapon in general was a problem. Power or not, Sephiroth was a soldier. Which meant he knew how to fight without his damn powers. Just like everyone she knew, just like herself, to an extent of course. With a huff, she’s folding her arms across her chest, “Right, with a fight?” Because Cloud’s thinking is right. Sephiroth will come seeking a fight, but perhaps not with just Cloud, but with everyone. What if he planned to do what he did back then?

“We’ll see, WE shall see. Hey, are we anywhere nearby?”

Nearby to what, exactly? Then again, he didn’t know why he was expecting Yuffie to get specific now, of all times. On the other hand, at least she wasn’t exactly wrong; the teen ninja had pretty good instincts for her age.

“I’m trying to avoid a fight, Yuffie, if I can. This city goes through enough destruction; they don’t need us adding to it. And it won’t solve anything.”

“And as a matter of fact, Fenrir is just around the corner. Relax for a moment, huh?”

#oritsuru‌

sicksawbones‌:

Surely, if the doctor had a clearer head ( admittedly, he’s been very contained in his own thoughts since arriving. ), he might have wondered the same question about the same scientists and the same lanterns. But for now, he feels comforted in this strange sense of normalcy: a festival to honor the dead, to pass on with reverence in one’s actions and one’s reveries. His embarrassing lack of attention almost leads him to walk directly into the young man who stands up before him. He stops short, sand scattering with the skitter of his heels. Clearing his throat hastily, he utters a rushed apology for almost walking into his new company, though – The trickle of blood from the other’s arm cuts him short.

“…Can I treat you? I am – was – a doctor, where I came from. If we can get to a first aid kit I can patch you up nicely.”

Ah, now there was a little bit of a surprise. It had been a little while since Cloud had bumped into a trained field medic, let alone an actual doctor. Actually, come to think of it, he’d run across a few healers, but he wasn’t sure about actual doctors. A bit of a surprise, really.

He hadn’t left a train of blood across the sand to this spot, had he? Too late now, he supposed.

“I’d... appreciate that a fair bit, actually.” He could take care of it himself, at least when he got home. But if he had a professional around making the offer, might as well take him up on it. “It’s not much of a cut. It looks worse than it is.”

#sicksawbones‌#that's all right! you gotta prioritize and this is a hobby #always feel free to take your time

felescano‌:

He didn’t want to doubt whether or not Cloud could do such feats, seeing that he has met roughly zero non-cat people before he entered this place. It worried him still why he was looking down on the town in such a precarious manner. He supposed he could leave that for another time.

He brought his hood back up around his head and paused when Cloud introduced him. The gentle smile grew a little more at it. Cloud was such a lovely name. He was about to compliment such a name, but the next sentence had caught his attention immediately.

Another cat person

Shui’s ears perked up and he felt like Cloud had said some kind of magic word. There were other cats here? the man was convinced he was the only one to be dragged here. If he could find others that lived in the town, then perhaps he wouldn’t feel so isolated. He moved closer to Cloud now–much closer than he had intended out of excitement.

“there are other cats? Where?” He asked immediately, almost eagerly. His tail was swayed upward with just as much excitement as the rest of his body was. Of course, it was lovely to meet other beings like Cloud. But, he desperately needed to reconnect with any Ribika he could. “So far, I only met a few non-cats like you. I was convinced that I was the only cat and had to keep hiding my ears from scaring people. ”

One thing Cloud had to note about those ears - they were a pretty good giveaway for what had caught the guy’s attention. Sure, he wasn’t exactly an expert in what every twitch of a cat’s ears meant - and for that matter, they might mean something else entirely on a person - but some things were fairly simple and easy to grasp. He wasn’t an expert on facial expressions, either, but he got by all right.

Unfortunately, he had some bad news for what had caught his attention. “Sorry. This was a long time ago, in a... different place. He’s not going to be around anymore.”

Frankly, Cloud wished he had better news than that; but he wasn’t going to give the kid false hope. Even so, that did leave a handful of possibilities...

“There’s a few other people who are... part animals, I guess. Like you, no offense. I don’t really know any myself; there aren’t many. I just see them around sometimes. I don’t know if any of them are cat people, but maybe you’ll get lucky.”

It was a thin hope, true, but at least it wasn’t a promise about somebody who wasn’t around anymore.

#felescano

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