untended

champion gundyr, raised from the grave. affiliated with isola radiale.

[gundyric-blog]

goldenless:

Beatrice couldn’t help but be a bit startled by the sudden loud noise. It was immediately clear: this was the noise made by someone who was definitely displeased. Well, it wasn’t completely unwarranted, though, as she definitely shared the same sentiment.

It was perhaps a bit easier this time… She actually knew where she was now. Well, not where she was but this definitely was not the city she had lived in for the last year and a half. At least she was given a brochure this time.

Ah, the irony of getting into another island…

…. And all by her lonesome as well…

A rhytmic tap of heels emanated from the hallway as the witch decided to make her presence know to what seemed to be her new roommate. Hands folded, she leaned against the livingroom wall.

“… Looks like you and me both ended up here against our will… or am I wrong?“

A sofa cushion hits the wall with a soft thwap as his apparent new roommate enters the living room. Gundyr freezes, arm still held aloft mid-throw, a look of frustration skipping quickly over to alarm and then smoothing out into something more placid (in this case, a glare, as if she had just interrupted something important).

“...You speak true,” he replies after a moment, cautious. The champion’s hand falls and he busies himself cracking each of his knuckles in steady sequence--a restless habit. “I had thought one relocation would be enough for our captors. And now--” He cuts himself off in a wordless huff, gestures broadly at the apartment and the city lying beyond its walls.

He waits one beat, two, sucks a deep breath in through gritted teeth, inclines his head ever so slightly in a nod of acknowledgement. “Champion Gundyr, of the Untended Graves. Your cohabitant, it would seem.”

Calm and collected again. As if the temper tantrum of a moment ago had never happened at all.

[sixtwelve-blog]

> PARTY TIME! 🎉

after trying your god damn best to find SOMETHING TO DO in the ruins of this ONCE PLACE, you have exhausted all of your options. you can choose to be HOME STUCK and play video games at home all day, or you can use the method you know how. 

          A PARTY.

for now, you have used your money to purchase some TORTILLA CHIPS from a street vendor, which you have put into various BOWLS on a LONG TABLE you stole from someone’s abandoned garage. you have also taken various DIPPING SAUCES from your kitchen (sorry APARTMENT 301), and arranged them accordingly. this is as much planning as you think should be put into your part.

luckily for yourself, you have linked up with some like-minded individuals.

The first familiar face is a blessing in this wasteland – wherever it is and whatever can be salvaged here, Atlus knows he can’t just abandon someone in need. Or everyone in need, for that matter. Doing something to help is always better than wallowing in a sense of loss (as hard as that may be for him to contend with).

If Tavros wants to bring everyone a little sprout of joy in this mess, a little sprout it is. 

Both palms raised outward, Atlus closes his eyes and sees the world clean, the soil renewed. Grounded, legs like the roots of a sturdy tree… the energy pulses outward and roots burst from the dusty ruins, sweeping away shattered glass and the ghosts of skyscrapers. The ground is clear now, a nice safe block for a party to take place. He wipes his forehead with a weary smile.

“Phew… all set. Uhm, you can go ahead, Ms. Sombra.”

Sombra, for one, isn’t going to pass up a good party, even if it’s in the middle of a ruined city. (And let’s be honest, this place was already turning out much better than the last.) Thankfully, she is still in possession of a decent music library, and knows her way around technology enough to provide lighting just don’t ask where she got it. With the money so graciously given by the powers-that-be, Sombra had been able to acquire a speaker system that would serve its purpose.

🎉 WE’RE THROWING A STREET RAVE!

there’s tortilla chip snacks + dips provided by tavros ( myself ). bring your own drinks. drinks are expensive!

atlus ( @heliatlus ) has cleared the ground for us to have a save place to rave in. of course, if you’re a fucking heathen, you can party in the piles of glass.

the music service, speakers and lights were set up by sombra ( @shadowcollectiv ). don’t ask where she got them.

if your characters wanna contribute, go ham! if you wanna plan something, talk to me!! let’s have some fun on total… drama… ISLAND

[gundyric-blog]

ALSO REAL QUICK MUN INTRO since i woke up and everyone had done one and i got fomo (shrugs) i’m rhys!! i’m 21 and use he/him and i live in nz but i work night shift so i’m awake at all sorts of hellish hours. uhh i’ve been rping my whole life but mostly indie so it’s good (scary!!) to be part of a group like this!

my twitter is gillfrond so if you think you can handle me making a million tweets an hour then please feel free to follow! i wanna make new friends

[gundyric-blog]

TO: ALL CONTACTS

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How the hell do you use this thing???

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@aneerietale

It’s just chance that Gundyr spots Nikkari getting into a car and driving off towards the fourth ward. It’s just chance that Gundyr finds his apartment and the little sum of money left for him and makes his way back out into the city proper. It’s just chance that he wanders the fourth ward for an hour before he takes up a spot by one of the nicer looking buildings (because of course Nikkari would get put there), and it’s just chance that Gundyr is able to accost the man when he takes an unfortunate step outside of his residence–

“You,” he says in a rough bark, jabbing a finger down into the sword’s chest, “tell me what has happened now–because the last place was enough of a mess–” And he can’t read because he’s a fighter not a scholar and so the little Lonely Planet Guide to Radiale was of no use to him.

“And then–” The champion pauses, drags in a deep breath. “We are going to buy groceries.”

[gundyric-blog]

hithernthither:

A wave of relief hit him when the man appeared to be of pleasant standing. 

“Unfortunately, the parchment I received did not explain as much as I would like. This is an island, albeit one that is in pieces. The eclipse in the sky is not wholly unfamiliar. But I…do not know if this is a land I know. Last, I was living in the fabled kingdom of Drangleic, if you’d be so bold to believe it.”

He chuckled warmly, though he looked a tad somber, as if he missed the wretched place for a moment. Or perhaps he missed someone instead. “This may be a part of it, but it doesn’t feel like it is.”

Pate gave a half-hearted smile. “Oh, but where are my manners! My name is Pate. What shall I call you, sir knight?”

The Drangleic mention is met witha carefully blank look. He knows the name, but--ah, but who is he to put any doubts in fables, when he has become a living one (half-living, undead ash)? "I hail from the barren cliffs of Lothric," he responds, with a bitter twist to his lips. "And somewhere further yet before that. No storied lands, but even so, this--" Gundyr cuts himself off with a sharp exhale, spreads his hands in a half-hearted shrug.

Ah--and the introduction catches him a little off guard, halfway to a respectful bow that he turns into a stiff nod of acknowledgement at the last moment. Remember, champion, that you are superior, in all the ways that matter. "Champion Gundyr, of the Untended Graves. 'Tis a... pleasure, Pate."

(Oh, at least try to sound sincere.)

[gundyric-blog]

hithernthither:

@gundyric

Oh, my my. Wasn’t this quite the large fellow. Perhaps it wasn’t wise to disturb him, but this man appeared to be more familiar in attire than most he’d come across in this area.

“Why, hello there! You look just as perturbed as I. Quite the pickle we’re in, isn’t it?” Better to make allies in such a place unfamiliar to him. 

The champion isn't quite sure how he manages to hide his surprise at seeing someone dressed so familiarly. Unremarkably, to be sure, but at least the knight's (squire? bandit?) gear strikes a resonant chord. A relief, considering how strange the rest of the city has seemed so far.

"Knowest thou," he begins slowly after an appraising pause--affecting a more noble accent to at least pretend like he's a man of some standing, "to whom these lands belong?" Lothric, Carim, Astora, home--

[gundyric-blog]

                CHAMPION GUNDYR | DARK SOULS

gundyr, or the belated champion, was bested by an unknown warrior. he then became sheath to a coiled sword in the hopes that someday, the first flame would be linked once more.

peerless fighter until he wasn’t

was supposed to link the flame but woke up just that little bit too late and now the world is cold and sad and gundyr has depression

now he just sits around and waits for people to come fight him! and if that ain’t just a mood

dated the dancer briefly which is hc taken from an old indie blog but i still stand by it. absolutely is still mopey about how it all ended

big

meaty

[gundyric-blog]

Gundyr had only just gotten used to the old city. No--no, that wasn't true. He hadn't gotten used to anything at all. He'd only barely remembered how to keep himself afloat and now--now here he is in a place no less strange than the last.

(At least this one is ruined, at least this one reminds him of home, at least, at least.)

And the champion is--less than pleased to find he has to share the housing assigned to him--a fact he makes loud and clear by the way he slams every door on the way in and tosses his meagre belongings all over the living room and just generally makes himself a nuisance.

[isolaradiale]

hello! i'm here to app gundyr from dark souls 3, carried over from citta! thank you for all your hard work!!

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Gundyr

You will be housed in APARTMENT 320.

You will retain all power and weapon unlocks!

– mod altair.

[isolaradiale]

HELLO EVERYONE! WELCOME TO ISOLA!

We’re ecstatic to see all of the interest in this new group of ours, and whether you’re migrating from Citta, indie, another group, or if you’re completely new to Tumblr MFRP in general, we’re so happy that you want to join us on this new adventure! The support and excitement for this new story has warmed our hearts and we will do our best to live up to the expectations set for us!

Currently, we’re still working out kinks and getting everything set up, so we appreciate your patience while we’re under construction. Just know that we’re working hard to get things ready as fast and thoroughly as we can, and we’ll keep you all updated on our Twitter about as pages are completed.

With that, we’re happy to announce that RESERVES AND APPS ARE OFFICIALLY OPEN!

Here are some things to keep in mind when sending in your reserve/application:

IF YOU ARE MIGRATING FROM CITTA:

Your character can retain memories, relationships and ability/weapon unlocks from Citta upon entrance to Isola. You can also choose to not retain these things.

For this period, it is not required to use our application form - as long as you have citta’s form filled out. Our app will be required for future reapps (in cases of drops or inactivity), however.

A stats page is required! List the powers your character has unlocked / items in their possession / Pokemon and pets they’re bringing / what rank they were in citta. This is so we can translate into our ranking system more fluidly and know what is being brought to Isola. 

When sending asks, include your character’s name, series, and urls. (alternatively, send individual asks from each of your characters’ blogs)

If you had the character’s slot as of Citta’s closing (including asks in the inbox), no one else can reserve/app that character until the migratory period has ended.

If you did not hold that character slot at the time of Citta closing, the character is first come first serve. Bringing the character back will still allow memory/weapon/power transfer, however.

If you have decided not to bring a character that you held at Citta when it closed, please send a drop to let us and others know that character is up for grabs.

All bans from Citta will be upheld (any requests for appeal can go through the Masterlist).

IF YOU ARE NOT MIGRATING FROM CITTA, OR IF YOU ARE BRINGING NEW CHARACTERS:

You can still send in apps or reserves for characters during this time!

Please fill out the reserve or appropriate application form found on the forms page.

All characters that aren’t currently on the Citta masterlist are up for grabs (with the exception of those that were in Citta’s inbox at the time of it closing).

Memories from other tumblr MFRPs can also be retained, though power/weapon transfers will not be due to differing systems.

We will begin processing reserves and apps some time during the day on the 2nd. Until then, if you have any questions at all, feel free to direct them to the askbox, or our Twitter!

We’d like to give special thanks to everyone for their contributions! 

Hika for making the graphics used on the blog, Kei for working hard to put together maps and housing, Flora for helping with the story and group’s organization, David for pre-emptively signing up to spend his day off powering through messages, Tai for helping answer questions and getting things settled during the messy transition period, Shvon for making the blog theme beautiful and usable, all of the assistants (temporary or otherwise) and everyone who offered to help, and of course, you for all of your support and for sticking with us through this rough time!

We hope to see you soon!

– The Island Stars

[gundyric-blog]

aneerietale:

   ❝ Right. Yeah yeahh. Dueling. That’s the right way of thinking except. ❞ Gestures obscenely in the air. ❝ No blood. Just some good old fashioned water sports if you get what I mean.❞ Apparently he didn’t. Glancing down at the subtle connection, a single yellow eye peels up, grinning, Nikkari mimics the gesture, slanting his fingers towards the other and jerks his hand back repeatedly as if he’s firing off invisible rounds.

   ❝ Pew pew. Do you mean water guns? Those are toys. You know, plastic devices children play with. Only… adults can play with them too. No magic. No sage. Just an inventive way for one person to shoot their load on another. Sounds fun?❞

Half the words coming out of the other's mouth don't mean anything to Gundyr, but at shoot their load he can't help but--look down, look at the man with an expression of distaste, look back down, and then stand up all at once with a huff. A large hand clasped around the other's bicep hoists him up, too. (At least he's gentle this time.)

"Find me one of these 'water guns'. I must assert my mastery on the field of battle." Sounding much more like the champion he is, if you can ignore the leaf sticking out of his hair at an odd angle.

[gundyric-blog]

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aneerietale:

He takes the shuffling about as an invitation to join the festive hiding. Hunkering down into a ball Nikkari weasels his way inside the bush and, big shock, is completely concealed unlike his large and not in charge companion. ❝ Ohhhh. Well hey now that sounds like a lot of fun. ❞ Though something tells him such… strenuous activities would be frowned upon.

   ❝ Listen here big guy. You’re not going to have fun if you sequester yourself away. Think blood sports but on a much, much smaller scale… and by smaller scale I mean no killing people. ❞

No killing people, huh? Yawn.

“So... dueling, then? To a mutually agreeable end? Presumably some bloodshed, at least. Although--” Gundyr uncurls just enough to give his hands room to awkwardly mime firing a water gun, brushing up against the other in the process. “--I did see people using some strange sorceries before. And there is no way to fight a fair duel with a mage.”

[gundyric-blog]

aneerietale:

Even squatting this large slab of rump roast is, well, enormous. He’sat the perfect height where Nikkari can get up close and personal without the added use of a box or stool.

   ❝ You know parties are supposed to be fun. Is that what you need help with? You need help learning how to have fun? ❞

Shuffle shuffle a step to the right. Either to get away from the sword or give him room to properly join the hiding place. "The last party I went to," each word hissed out through gritted teeth, "involved me competing in a lot of blood sport. This is very different."

Short answer: oh, yes. He needs so much help.

[gundyric-blog]

aneerietale:

Doth his ears deceive him!? Judging by his… attempt in going incognito Nikkari has a fairly decent idea as to the misfortune his ‘friend’ is in. 

   ❝ I’m sorry. I didn’t catch that. You need my whaaat? ❞ 

"You know exactly what I said." He's hunkering down even more, practically hugging his knees. Is he--is he sweating? Just how stressed out is he?

[gundyric-blog]

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