SELF(LESS).

schala zeal • chrono trigger isola affiliated as written by shvon. ( rules • app • stats )

[dreamvour]

beckonsosweetly‌.

The first time was confusing, near infuriating at times (for as much as Maria can appear infuriated), but it got easier. It went back to normal. She, and her temporary body double, were fine and went along with their lives. She had hoped that was the end of it.

But no, just Maria’s luck. But, hey. Could be worse. Could’ve swapped with someone she loathed. Maybe she should be thankful. (She won’t be thankful.)

TO: Lady Maria FROM: Schala

[—>] No more an interruption than this already is. [—>] Unless this is someone other than ‘Schala’ as this phone says, then yes, I have your body. [—>] I will leave it better than I found it, not to worry. But do you mind if we meet somewhere?

She debated a moment just how much to say over text, and how much should instead be explained in person. There were certain risks at play here, certain cravings she needed to make sure someone less used to them would correctly ignore.

[—>] Try to eat a filling meal. It should help. Please feed my cat, as well, if you can find her.

Better than...

[TEXT] Did... you find it badly? I’m terribly sorry.

She’d thought she’d been taking rather good care of it, all things considered (it could be so hard, sometimes), but something about herself must have set this Maria off somehow. Schala pursed her lips for a moment in thought, which the next message promptly quickly pulled her out of.

[TEXT] Help? With what?

(She hadn’t noticed, yet, or maybe she had. She thought it was just lingering from the hurt she’d felt after she’d... well. It didn’t matter, did it?)

[TEXT] I’ll see what I can do, though, both with eating and with the cat. Does she have a name? [TEXT] And where would you prefer to meet? I can’t say I’m too well-versed in knowledge of this city, yet, but I know enough. Obvious enough directions and I should be fine.

Does she have a name was a silly question in retrospect, wasn’t it... of course the cat had a name. People didn’t just not name their cats. Schala’s mind drifted to Alfador, and a smile -- no, never mind. No smile. This body was refusing to let her smile, no matter how small, at least for the time being.

She’d keep the phone on her and go look for the cat, first. She didn’t feel hungry just yet (or maybe she did), so the meal was less of a priority to her.

Time to ... figure... figure out the house -- Schala wobbled forward on legs much taller than she was used to -- ... and the legs.

[dreamvour]

extirpeur‌.

The weather outside was offensive, to put it lightly. The chill in the air, snow dusting the ground… it was gross. Needless to say, Larxene wasn’t one to enjoy winter very much. Though it was an excuse to bust out some expensive looking coats, the nymph still found herself irate at the scent of winter that now permeated the air.

In what could be considered a weak attempt to procrastinate entering the cold, the nymph found herself idling on her phone within the lobby of an apartment. Checking her text messages, which she wasn’t receiving, and a quick glance at whatever game notifications kept popping up. Oh look, this one says that if she pays a low, low fee of too much money, she can restore her stamina! So fun!

The attention on her phone was broken as the sound of someone speaking, closer than she’d expected, broke the silence. Only averted her gaze to find the woman’s face, Larxene stayed in her previous position. Somehow she still hadn’t become accustom to strangers approaching her.

     “Depends.”

Of course her initial response comes off as rude, as is her nature. But, this woman held no ill intent, and somehow that made Larxene feel just the tiniest bit of regret. Lowering her phone from her face, the nymph offered her attention to the woman.

     “I suppose its not bothering me. I wasn’t doing much anyway.       What’s up, you need directions or somethin’?”

Depends, she’d said. Schala couldn’t stop the small laugh that escaped her, a hand raising to her mouth to cover it just a little. It probably wasn’t meant that way, but all she could do was think of how Janus had carried on conversations with anyone other than her -- that was, not very well -- as much as she’d encouraged him. Despite the longing in her chest, the constant empty pit of mourning what she’d lost, it was nice to find little things like that in other people.

“Oh, no, not directions, but I do appreciate your offer.”

She hadn’t been too concerned about going places -- where to go, how to get there -- just yet. With any luck, based on what she’d been able to overhear others doing, she wouldn’t ever need directions if she could -- well.

“It’s rather that...”

And maybe it sounded silly.

After all, Schala didn’t know how many had been taken from worlds like hers, how many were from this island naturally, how many were from worlds similar to Spirale. It could in theory be a ridiculous question, and there was a fair bit of embarrassment nipping at her at the thought of being the only one who didn’t know.

But -- it wasn’t as if she could help it. Her voice remained calm as she spoke, like she were speaking to Janus. Maybe this woman was like him, after all? Maybe she had just needed someone she could trust.

“... you’re on that -- ‘phone’ of yours, yes? So, then, I would presume... and you’re free to correct me if I’m wrong... that you understand how they work. I -- you see, I haven’t quite been able to work them out yet, so if it isn’t too much trouble... could you explain the basics of them to me?”

[dreamvour]

chandrellor‌.

@dreamvour​

      ❝ Oh, no; I was simply on my way back to my current housing, ❞ so replies the redhead, folding her hands neatly before her frame. Mothma had seen this girl a few times before near her housing, but hadn’t taken it upon herself to speak to her until this moment.

      ❝ However, your concern is much appreciated. I assume you have been here far longer than I have…? ❞

“Ah -- as long as you're alright, then.” Schala manages a soft smile; even after all this time, she can’t help but bring herself to worry at the best of times, doing what she can to make sure everything is alright. If the woman hadn’t seemed so lost in though, Schala might not have even thought to speak to her today, though she’d seen her around as well.

“I would presume... it has only been a couple of months, but I believe I know the ins and outs a little more than a newcomer would, at least for this ward. I... simply want to make sure that everyone who is living here is as content as they can be, as much as is within my power to do.”

[dreamvour]

ainohashira‌.

♥ “Special… I don’t know about that. I guess I’ve been called that, treated like a weirdo, but isn’t just calling me special a nicer way of calling me weird?” Mitsuri had largely come to terms with this stuff over time, but just because she’d accepted that she was special didn’t mean it wouldn’t always bother her, at least a little. 

Wait. Waitwaitwait! “Th-Think of you!? What do you mean by that!?” What was she supposed to think of exactly!? Her pretty hair? How she’d said nice things?

“Oh -- no -- not in the least! I’m sorry if I’ve led you to believe that at all.” Schala bowed her head slightly, an addition to her apology, before straightening herself up as best as she could (ha).

“... well...”

“... just that you would have someone to think of that had said something nice about you, wouldn’t you? You can know there’s someone out there that believes what everyone else has convinced you of is wrong. You can say to yourself, ‘well, Schala said otherwise’, and having a solid somebody to think of is better than having no one, isn’t it?”

[chrono-the-babe]

Schala in A1 dress and A3 hat?

send an outfit and a character

first | second | third

[dreamvour]

ainohashira‌.

♥ “Mm… Well, the common hair colours where I come from are just dark. Hair this bright and vibrant, let alone the two wildly different tones, is extremely rare. Not to mention I was born with normal hair.” She’d always wondered if there was a reason for it, but at the same time 

She wasn’t sure if she wanted to say much more than that. “I don’t know! Some stigmas from home are hard to just forget about. Ahaha…”

“Oh... I see.”

It did make more sense that way, and Schala certainly couldn’t hold Mitsuri responsible for having something like that affect her in such a way. Having something drilled into your head like that...

“If your hair changed, that means you’re someone special, wouldn’t you say? Just because you may not have fit in with what was ‘normal’, that doesn’t mean it’s bad, no matter what anyone else says. I know it isn’t that easy to unlearn it... but perhaps you can think of me any time you feel down about it?”

Even if they had just met.

[dreamvour]

         @darkmoondelusion.

Schala had little desire to participate in any of the festivities herself -- not because she felt she couldn’t, but simply because it felt... wrong. Still settling into the city and still with so much weight on her shoulders, the thought of being able to participate in something so lighthearted... even if she’d wanted to, Schala wasn’t sure she’d be able to bring herself to.

The sound of laughing children made her wonder if Janus would have liked it here... if he would have been able to finally let himself relax, even if just a little bit.

Schala’s hand raised to rest over her heart, her head bowed in a brief moment of thought --

-- and when her eyes opened...

She had found herself in this predicament in the city once already and had only barely been returned to her own self, but... it seemed it had happened again. Schala was most certainly not where she had just been standing, and everything felt very -- very --

(She felt so much more tired than usual. And -- disoriented. With her head feeling as heavy and muddled as it was, Schala was somehow entirely unaware of the snakes beneath her.)

“Ah!”

She had finally spotted her own body, not too far away, still looking just as lost in thought as she had been a moment prior; it seemed her circumstances were much better this time around in that she had not swapped quite so far, let alone in her sleep, but...

“Excuse me. Is this your body?”

[undertale-science]

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4O_lINY_fos) For people wanting to see some of what went into Undertale, here is a link to one of my favorite of the “anti remix” videos FwugRadiation put on Youtube, this was back in 2011, but you can still tell certain parts carried over to “Battle against a true here”. He has other videos on youtube as well, mostly music and a few undertale ones.  Toby Fox, a musical genius with songs that can make you feel like you have been lifted to the top of a mountain, and songs that make you feel like you just  got kicked in the butt and rolled down the mountain, and then rolled into a lake, and then the lake got filled in with a landslide from the mountain, and then the mountain ended up being a volcano and erupted and spewed lava onto the filled in lake.  it is just that powerful.

[dreamvour]

ainohashira‌.

♥ “O-Oh! Really? Yours is really pretty too! Like the ocean!” Compared to her own sakuramochi hair. “It’s just because it’s naturally got such different colouring, I’m always worried about it…”

Schala laughs, lightly, though there's an almost melancholy note to it. “I suppose you could say so -- it’s fitting, in a way.” Even if in a sad one.

Still, she manages to keep her smile.

“Have you been made to feel that way?” To worry about it constantly... “If you can’t help it, it’s better to embrace it, is it not? If you think my hair is pretty, what makes yours any different?”

[dreamvour]

ainohashira‌.

♥ “I wouldn’t normally ask this but… umm…”

“Do you think my hair is weird? The colour…”

“Oh -- not at all!”

“It looks very lovely on you. It’s a wonderful colour.”

[dreamvour]

          @beckonsosweetly.

Schala had been aware of the unfolding chaos (it seemed it would always find its way back to her, some sort of ongoing sense of dread), but had managed to escape it thus far. She hadn’t particularly considered herself lucky -- more, she had just thought she was instead too new to be swept up in the chaos of the city.

When she awoke, then, in a body that was not her own, in a room that was not her own -- she at least suspected what had happened, and a cursory glance in the mirror confirmed that. Maybe... maybe had her circumstances been anything but what they were before she was brought here... maybe if her dreams weren’t always what they were... Schala wouldn’t have accepted it so quickly.

It was still bizarre. But she had accepted it.

Unfortunately, Schala had no idea whose face was staring back at her. Fortunately(?), she had at least the bare minimum knowledge of how the sell... self... cellphones worked by now.

Scrolling through her contacts to get to herself had a couple of names jumping out at her that Schala knew she had no knowledge of, herself (the name Faris in particular seemed to stir something; she didn’t know what it was, but it wasn’t soup), but it was better just to go as directly to the source as possible.

She presumed.

TO: Schala FROM: Lady Maria

[TEXT] My apologies for the interruption. [TEXT] I may be incorrect, but I believe you have my body?

[dreamvour]

EMPATHEOREM INFO.

PHYSICAL.

your hair is blue. very, very blue.

your eyes are green. not quite that green.

no matter what, you always seem to feel a little bit perpetually exhausted. a little bit off. like you don’t fully trust yourself or your body.

you’re about 5′7 and around 18.

MENTAL & PERSONALITY.

you can use magic! or, you could.

in isola, schala only can make a barrier 5x a day but she's still latently just very in tune w magic and anything magic-adjacent, she was very strong and only her brother was rumoured to be stronger than her (but he hid his magic away)

because she was so magically inclined she was sort of taken advantage of by her mother to try to attain immortality (via the Big Bad of the series, lavos) so it was schala's magic that basically led to zeal's downfall, or so she believes (and why janus hid the fact he had magic, like, genuinely repressed his own magical abilities to the point he couldn't access them) -- she was being abused

this makes her very much sympathetic to people that she reads as even potentially being in the same situation as her, ie feeling like they have to go along with something bc they have no choice or else feeling very lonely and angry

she loves kids. absolute big sister figure to Everyone.

is a princess! but she's very humble. i think she envies people that are just, normal, and who don't have magic. she feels very bad that her kingdom became puppets to lavos

MEMORIES.

there’s a boy with spiky red hair. you want to see him again and tell him you’re sorry, you’re so sorry, for everything.

you try to figure out why this body feels so lonely, why it feels so exhausted, and you can’t tap into that. you could probably ask her, but you can’t quite seem to access it yourself. you can feel that it hurt, that there was so much hurt, but you don’t know why.

there’s a little boy with blue hair. he looks like you. you wish you could tell him sorry, too. more than anything, you just want to hold him, to sing to him, to read to him. seeing any sad children makes you think of this little boy. the name janus rings in your head.

(anything else would be really situational so i’d like to discuss with any potential swaps what they can access based on the thread!)

MISC.

inside of you are two wolves. one is gay. the other has depression. you have gay depression

her theme is very pretty but it plays all of like twice in the damn series

no icons sorry i’m not comfortable handing out commissioned art

[dreamvour]

          @extirpeur​. // sc.

Schala had not been in the city for very long at all; she’d only found herself brought here recently, and had spent the majority of that time simply figuring out the most obvious of changes. Transportation, housing -- the things that really came to affect her day-to-day life more than anything else, Schala did her best to try and figure out.

She had not, as of yet, bothered figuring out her phone. That had been the word, right? It wasn’t like anything she’d been aware of in Zeal, as incredible as some of those creations had been.

She had been given one, of course -- but it hadn’t come up. Not until now, as she walked into the lobby of the apartment only to see a woman clearly preoccupied with her own phone, and Schala finally decided... why not now?

With a smile on her face, she approached the woman, giving a brief bow as she spoke up.

“Excuse me--”

“--I don’t mean to bother you, but do you have a moment?”

[dreamvour]

forcedarachnid‌.

     ❊ She can’t help but become silent at the stranger’s words, eyebrows furrowing together as her pale gaze looks elsewhere. Of course a human would say that; they’re always so dependent on each other, it’s a miracle they can ever get anything done by themselves. At one time, Sanae had been like that; clinging onto those who held more prowess than her and would more than likely keep her safe when she somehow landed herself into danger.

     Oh, how naive the false sister had been in that regard.

     ❝ Craving someone else’s company makes you weak, ❞ she tells the stranger simply, tucking her hands into the sleeves of her kimono now.

     ❝ And so does pitying a stranger. Though, I’m sure you didn’t come all the way out here to do that, ❞

“It makes you human, I would say,” Schala replies. She can tell, though to what extent she doesn’t know, that there’s a high chance this girl isn’t human. The sentiment that she means will probably fall on deaf ears, but Schala offers another smile regardless. “But I understand if you feel otherwise.”

It had been so lonely, after all. She’d been so lonely. Why wouldn’t Schala take advantage of whyever she’d been brought to this island to make sure no one else had to suffer through such crushing solitude like she had? She’d given in to it so completely, convinced that there had been no other option.

She raises a hand to gently rest it above her heart. She would never have considered this option, but she isn’t about to throw it away.

“I’m not pitying you, of course not.” She pauses for a moment to formulate the words. “But, I think everyone deserves friendly company. -- You don’t have to agree,” she adds, “but it’s what I believe.”

[woogie-g]

Schala!

[dreamvour]

spikemuthyell‌.

▉ @dreamvour

     “Oh. Was wonderin’ when someone else would come in. We’re all gonna be sharin’ this space so I figured I’d wait and talk to my housemates a smidgen.” It was an apartment but it was already still bigger than the house she grew up in. Living conditions in Spikemuth weren’t great.

     Marnie wasn’t even sitting on a chair when the young woman came in – she was just leaning against the wall with her Pokemon chewing on something at her side.

     “Name’s Marnie, and this is my partner Morpeko.” Fingers that were painted black waved down at the Pokemon, which squeaked and did a little twirl as it continued to nibble.

She hadn’t fully expected someone to be waiting for anyone else to come home, but Schala at least managed to stop herself from reacting with any great level of surprise at entering her new lodgings only to have somebody Right There.

“Good afternoon,” Schala responded, giving the girl a smile before letting her gaze fall to the little creature by her side. ... cute... “A pleasure, Marnie -- my name is Schala. I take it we’re from rather... differing times?”

That was nothing strange to her; her assumption was simply errant time gate, somehow and not snatched to a wildly differing world than her own.

“I can’t say I’ve seen anything quite like little Morpeko before.”

[dreamvour]

forcedarachnid.

     ❊ ❝ Tch…! ❞ clicking her tongue in irritation, the girl swiftly turns to face the person now. She supposes it’s her own fault, for thinking she could possibly be alone for once in this horrid place… But instead, everyone finds it fit to constantly bug her and chime in with their opinions.

     ❝ Everywhere is noisy. Nowhere is peaceful, ❞ she retorts, tone growing quiet and almost despondent.

     ❝ Take this place, for example. I thought I could get a second to think to myself and yet here you are, making this place the opposite of what it could be, ❞

Ah--she’s like that then, is she? Schala can’t stop herself from grimacing, but it’s only brief. It’s just a quick moment before she collects herself, once she realizes what the girl’s attitude is going to be like. Had someone really, badly hurt her? To be this shut off... she finds her mind drifting to Janus.

“Forgive me, then.”

She dips her head down in a brief nod of apology.

“There’s a difference between wanting to have quiet and wanting to be alone. You can long for silence while still not wanting solitude. And -- no one should have to be lonely.”

(She can still remember that ache herself, after all. All-consuming and horrible.)

“But if you should prefer it, I can take my leave.”