Queuing posts for most of my AUs! Check out this Masterpost! (Disclaimer! - Please don't comment about their iconic knife bangs! I left them off this reference to keep their faces fully visible.)
Falling, Falling, with no one to catch you
-Premise- Ingo wakes up in a tangle of humid vines, the ocean waves distantly crashing on some unseen shore. With no clue of where he is or where he just came from, he realizes with some amount of horror that he has no memory. Even worse- an uncanny, elusive piece of intuition that this isn't the first time this has happened to him.
Thankfully, the folks here seem to be very kind despite his state. They greet him warmly with, "Alola!" which they have informed him is a local phrase. How fascinating! He can only rely on their kindness, as he tries (once again..?) to find a foothold in the ephemeral sand.
