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"Oi! Kutanagi! Wake up!"
Yui stirs, suddenly getting a scratchy feeling at the side of her cheek. It was none other than Melissa himself, doing his best to be helpful and responsible. Seemed like jetlag still hit her pretty hard when crossing dimensions...
But more than that, she senses a disturbance in the force. What could have happened in the short time that she had been away...?
An Archer's Activity [OPEN]
Was a pretty alright day over in the land of the mysterious unknown circumstances of people being stranded. (Long title, work on it later.) One Hawkguy in particular had decided it would make a very nice time to practice his skills with a bow... especially since he hadn't done so since landing. His reputation used to be that of a man who could make any item a weapon, and he figured, well, now was no time to forget that.
A few minutes prior he had combed a beach for random shrapnel that could feasibly be drawn back on his longbow - y'know, twigs, very long, thin rocks, stuff like that. His personal arrow supply in his quiver wasn't exactly loaded... or had anything, for that matter, so bits and bobs would have to make do for now.
Barton took a few minutes to dump all of the random stuff in a pile near the middle of the quiet and nearly empty part of the beach - he had a few target options from here - and pulled his bow back a little to test it. Looking back up, he eyed up a tree, some driftwood near the shore, and a natural stone wall that SOMEBODY, not naming any names here, had placed a very odd looking and definitely not natural bottle on.
In any case, it was probably time to get on with it... so Clint picked a plank, pulled back the wire, and got ready...
♠ ♤ ℛeady or Not ♤ ♠ | intro + open
"Oops! Don't mind me!"
"I'm so clumsy, so clumsy. Forgive me. ♪"
Perfect. That was the third fat little wallet he'd secured today! What a score! Now he had enough to buy some snacks, at least. If he was going to find a way out of this place, better to ease the pain in his stomach, first. Human bodies were so inconvenient-- Loki didn't appreciate being stuffed in one again, for sure. If Zeus was up to something else, he wasn't going to get involved again, no way no how. Acting quickly might exempt him, this time.
Loki hummed to himself happily, sifting through the contents of the wallet as he walked on down the street. He didn't need the entire thing, not by far, but it would be much easier to just take the whole thing than risk getting caught, right?
She would have nagged me to put it back right now, wouldn't she? Recalling his last experience in a situation like this reminded him all too well that bad deeds didn't often go unpunished. Not by far. But what Yui didn't know wouldn't hurt her, would it? Not one bit.
"Oh?" He sensed the presence of another person just ahead. There goes that. "What, did you see the whole thing? Don't worry, now. I'm going to return it, anyway! There's probably some kinda lost and found in this place, hmm~?" He slid his hands into his pockets, batting his eyelashes innocently. "I'll make sure to find it. Why don't you just hurry on home, before there's any trouble?"
☠ Field Trip | Open
It would appear that a certain assassin went beyond the wall recently.
The trip was well worth it, though he ultimately came back empty-handed. He felt encouraged to know what he was up against; the creatures which roamed aimlessly in the surrounding desert certainly knew how to put up a fight, unlike the adventurers he preyed on during his stint as a haunting. The 'loot' they carried was evidently quite valuable as well, if one could manage to bring them down to grab hold of it, so he felt obligated to explore the notion further at a later date.
It's not to say that his outing was entirely uneventful -- merely fruitless, excepting the knowledge he gleaned from combat. He limped heavily on his left leg as he made his way through town, blood from fresh claw-marks splattering a macabre trail in his wake, but his blank expression made it difficult to tell if he felt the ensuing pain. His arm carried similar wounds, but he was holding it as he normally would, which seemed to suggest that he truly hadn't noticed.
While one could argue that Eremes had lost the battle, he was certain that he would win the war. He had underestimated the monsters known as 'Thrall,' but next time they wouldn't be so lucky.
mardo senki disgaea: episode 1: the lord of the sardines
[ To be frank, the situation was ideal. In the middle of the ocean amidst a plethora of sardines? Lovely. Now, the means of catching one was enough, the sharpened end of a stick that just so happened to be next to him, nice. His technique with spears wasn't that bad, after all.
However, he had been in this situation for a while, he had no idea of the time. But an intimate honeymoon with sardines was something that he was not going to drive away. As long as sardines were there, all was right. Water wasn't a problem, his sheer willpower had kept him alive this long, after all.
Though, the more time passed, the more of a problem it became. His friends, his home... Where could they have gone? Where was he?
It took a while for him to realize.
Casually, he speared a sardine and bit into it thoughtfully, The fleshy bits that slid down his throat brought him strength.
He spoke to the ocean with as much dignity as he could muster. ]
All right! I have been in the middle of the ocean for about fourteen nights and I am afraid I must go off to attend to some more dire business. As much as it pains me to leave you all, I must go search for land!
[ And as he grabbed the oars, he realized one thing. ]
...With my bare hands, as I have made the oars into spears to catch you morsels! Which may have been a mistake.
Crack in the tank {Open}
Elias was sure a strange sight to see in the inner city, with a rather large glass tank in his hands walking up the streets trying to find somewhere to get a new one. His fingers brushed gently over the cracked glass where he had bumped into it with the knife he was using to prepare dinner. Stavros wouldn't let him hear the end of it as he was dumped into the bath tub, he wasn't usually careless, but he was tired from settling in to this new home and dazed out for a moment. That was his fatal mistake, now Stavros needed a new tank, because he was sure no one would appreciate a talking in eel living in the bath tub.
"I'm not careless or clumsy, stupid eel, he just better be glad I didn't think about dumping his ass back in the ocean."
A hollow threat, he loved Stavros even if he was awful and rude and he knows no matter what the eel says he enjoys being around him to, to a certain extent at least. Elias bumped shoulders with a stranger and the tank was jostled from his grip. He watched it slip and crash to the ground shattering the glass to thousands of pieces.
"My tank!" He could have at least gotten the crack fixed, now it was ruined he'd have to pay for a new one! "Now I have to buy a new one.... thanks a lot..."
☠ A Second Chance | Open
His arrival and admittance into the military is processed in the dead of night. It's fitting, in a way; being a spectral shadow more or less forgotten by the years gone by, Eremes is accustomed to moving around within darkness. The barracks to which he was assigned look and sound oddly empty, though he can hear some sort of commotion downstairs, a noisy and entirely human ruckus that set his entire body on edge. It would make sense for most of the soldiers to be stationed downstairs, so long as this city's military is expansive as it claims to be.
The silence of the upper floors gave him a chance to think about the recent changes in his life -- if one could call it that -- so he has no complaints on the matter. He'd spent countless days watching over his rotting body in the basement of the Biolabs, so most of the stimuli within Thalassia feels new to him, from the tug of the sea breeze through his hair to the uncomfortable mugginess of the summer heat. How many years had he spent among the piles of trash, lurking in a place where time couldn't reach him? His cold body, shimmering and slightly transparent among the shadows of the lightless barracks, shows no signs of aging to help him along.
He doesn't keep track of the hours he spends alone in his darkened room, but he stirs once sunlight begins peeking through the windows. Curious about this sudden change in environment, Eremes creeps over to the windowsill, pushing the pane of glass free of its frame and leaning out of the newly-opened portal. The sun is rising in the east, painting the sky with shades of orange and pink; he has no choice but to squint his eyes against the light, unaccustomed to such vivid brightness, yet he finds himself unable to look away.
It's beautiful.
There's a great deal which he has yet to understand about his existence. He should have vanished long ago, sentenced to an eternity of fire for all of the lives he's taken -- yet here he is, watching the sun rise up over the desert. It's a luxury he hasn't witnessed since before he became a guinea pig to a powerful corporation; if he hadn't forgotten how to cry, he would surely be weeping at the sight of it.
Whether he's living or not doesn't seem to matter. He's been granted a second chance as something not quite dead but not quite breathing, and he intends on making the most of it while he can.
Eye Spy
Barton was no stranger to having his head kicked in. Though considering he was attempting to be on break when all of the crazy boat stuff happened to him, it didn't exactly make him feel like it was Christmas.
Maaaaan... My head...
Owwwww... aw, head, no...
This is worse than when one of Stark's tech "accidentally" went off in my face in that one time in that one place where...
...God. I can't even remember.
...So anyway, speaking of not remembering... where the hell am I..? No matter how bad this looks it can't be New Jersey.
Heh.
Take that, Kate.
The archer looked around for a reaction, raised an eyebrow, and then sighed.
...Right, she's not here. Okay, let's try surroundings. Uh. Banner. Brown. Green. Stuff. Sky. More stuff. Blue. White. Okay. Good start. Real good start.
Siiiiigh...
Clint was definitely in deep water here. New territory, new... things. Well, new everything, really. He noticed Lucky was still with him, despite his weird sober-drunk stupor, and promptly gave him a quick ruffle of his head fur, as Lucky licked at his arm.
"C'mon, Lucky. We'll figure this out, yeah?"
His thoughts bounced around for a bit, darting his eyes to and from, here and there, around and about.
Hey, so, this looks like a place, right? Like, like a people place. A place with people. I mean, there were definitely people before. Weird people. Probably crazy people. Probably.
Anyway, there's gotta be people people who aren't gonna be secretly HYDRA or something. Let's look around...
Clint's new plan took him inside the gates, Lucky in tow, and had him wander around aimlessly for a few... seconds.
I am hopelessly lost.
Good going.
Egh. You know what, Clint..?
Clint waved at the nearest person, a few metres away, yelling (somewhat) calmly in a perplexed tone.
"Hey, uh, hi, I have absolutely no idea where I am, what I'm doing, or what's going on but hello my name is Clint Barton and can you fill me in on absolutely any of that right now please and thank you?"
