#pyli open

[withoutabody-blog]

In The Country ○ Intro/Open

We’d both just figured out exactly what the Camerata had been doing, or at least, trying to do. Wonder if it was worth it. Now all there was to do was go find Royce and see if there was anything we could do to stop the Process. There was really no hope for our town anymore, and I think Red knew it too. As we flew out over the bleak skyline I could see her grimace. Tried to give her some comforting words, but there’s no way to know if they made any headway. Not like she could say so. 

Just as we made it to a strip of white blocks I noticed something pink blurring to the side of our path. 

─[ Red-! Watch out! Red!!! ]╢ 

 Her fingers must have slipped. I could have sworn I saw her turn our cloud around and come after me, but whatever pulled me away must have closed off. I must have been falling for a good five minutes. I couldn’t see anything so all I had to focus on was what had happened, but I blacked out before I could really settle down. 

When I woke up the sky was blue again. It’d been the first time in a few days since I’d seen anything like it. No grid. No fake anything. But no Red either. I had to get back to her and fast. She was tough but the Process were ruthless and, without me; without the Transistor there wouldn’t be a lot of time. But Royce had stayed hidden all this time so there was still some left.

 A shadow caught my attention. It looked human, or at least it had legs like one. Too blurry to tell. 

─[ Red? Is that you? Hey! I’m over here! ]╢

 Couldn’t get that lucky. 

─[ Wow. Look at you. You’re a person. Hi. ]╢ ─[ I don’t mean to be a pain in your ass, but could you get me out of here?]╢ ─[ Being stuck in the ground is kind of cold. ]╢ ─[ By the way, your shirt looks nice. ]╢

 Was I being a suckup? Yeah. But I was about to be asking this person for a lot of favors. If getting back to Red meant laying it on thick then that’s what I’d do.

[gangstar-of-life]

Yellow Beauty Burns Gold {PYLI OPEN}

Giorno Giovanna had a dream. 

He dreamed that he was taking an afternoon nap in his chair behind his desk, killing time on an unseasonably hot summer afternoon before dinner. Passione operations had been sailing smoothly in the months since Diavalo's defeat as one by one the gangs pledged their loyalty to his cause. Drug trafficking had dropped off sharply and the organizations around Rome were rapidly molding to his vision of what a mafioso should be.

All in all, it was good to the the don, especially before he was legally old enough to drink...but of course, nothing ever seemed to go quite how he planned it. 

He woke in an alley, green eyes fluttering open to see his wallet dangling in front of his eyes, pinched between the fingers of a stranger with a knife held to his throat. Giorno's eyes traveled between the blade and the man who had slowly started edging away. He looked to be dressed in some strange medieval fashion, like he was part of a renaissance fair troupe. But the desperation in his eyes made it apparent that the blade he held in his fingers was no joke. 

"St-stay where you are!" The man stammered as Giorno shifted against the wall, folding his legs as he watched the man rifle through his wallet with an increasingly desperate expression. "The hell is this?!"

He dumped the bills on the floor in an haphazard pile, rifling through them while keeping the knife leveled inches from Giorno's throat. 

"Where's the money?!" The man demanded, taking hold of Giorno's coat and pressing the flat of his blade against Giorno's neck. 

"On the floor," Giorno said, eyes flicking up to the man in confusion. "Who are you with? If this is about money, let me contact my associates and we can-"

"Shut up!" The man stammered. "Shut up or I'm gonna-"

"Stab me with that fish?"

The man glanced down as the knife in his hand suddenly transformed itself into a wriggling trout that slipped from his grasp and flopped onto the money on the ground. A spindly, golden humanoid had manifested itself floating in the air above Giorno, eyes narrowed at the thug who, for all the world, appeared to be able to see it as well

"Wh-what the hell?!" The robber stammered, turning to run down the alley as Giorno slowly got to his feet. He was almost away when Gold Experience caught up with him, a punch connecting with the back of his head and sending him sprawling into a barrel standing in the side of the alley. 

Giorno looked the man over as he passed into the street, Gold Experience still hovering over his head as he glanced down at him. 

"Odd," Giorno said, glancing around to see if anyone else had seen him. Spying someone at the mouth of the alley, Giorno raised a hand to wave them down. 

"Mi scusi," Giorno said strolling up to the stranger. "I seem to be a little lost...and without my phone. Can I borrow yours for a moment?"

[whalemom-blog]

"It's still so cold out... I wish there was something better to keep the chill out than a cloak."

[heybroseidon-blog]

fish out of water [open]

Okay, so there’s bound to be some confusion when you wake in a completely strange new place, most likely infested with monsters and equally powerful humans all coming out straight from a video game Percy’s never played. Perhaps there would even be panic, or an identity crisis of sorts as you struggle to figure out where you are and what cruel fate (Percy guessed Lachkesis, though they were all equally devious crones) or mastermind Queen of Heaven brought you there in the first place, away from anything that felt good and familiar.

But this was not the first time this has happened to Percy. Not again, was the only thing that came to his mind as he walked out of his new tavern-esque residence.

The people back at the tavern were friendly enough—they even gave him the name of the city. Estaria, they called it, giving Percy a slightly puzzled look but did not press upon his confusion further. Percy thanked them and as he turned away, he frowned to himself.

Estaria certainly didn’t sound like anywhere he knew in America. Well, there was the Astoria-Ditmars off the N/Q-train back at home in New York City. He’s never been there before so maybe that’s what they meant. He could find his way home from Astoria, but the plainly-dressed innkeepers don’t seem like the type to know where the nearest subway entrance would be.

He walked outside the tavern and on to the main road. This time his groan was audible. “Not again.”

The place had a thriving, yet historical feel to it. It was like New Rome except more medieval. Percy was confused. As far as he’s aware, there were no Greek or Roman gods in the medieval ages. They weren’t really big on Pagans. This means this was neither the Romans nor Hera’s doing.

Percy had to sort things out. First, he had to sort out where he was and what he needed to do.

“Hey there. Mind directing me to the nearest body of water?” he asked as he approached a stranger.

Asking where he was would probably have been more straightforward. But then again, Percy had perfect bearings on water and he was less the brainy urbanite than his girlfriend.

[pantaloonkind]

"Gossip on the street says snow is imminent. I guess that means... winter is coming."

[whalemom-blog]

Destroy All- Oh God What Was That?! [open]

Makoto was not entirely sure about the entire killing monsters thing still, and he wasn’t sure he ever would be. He had his bow, and he knew how to use it now… at least a little bit. He would still need practice if he was going to be considered competent but as it stood he probably wouldn’t completely die, at least not if he had any sort of companion to help him kill the beasts.

The brunet stood near the job board, looking for something that might give him something to do to get his mind off the constant subject of homesickness and possibly that out of all the things that could happen to him in Pyli he might have started to have romantic feelings for someone. It certainly didn’t feel as bad as he might thought, considering how poorly it went the last time. But for now, he just wanted to focus on something else for a little while to let the butterflies constantly flapping around in his gut.

Hopefully, he could find someone else that would be wanting to go off and kill kobolds with a semi-skilled ranger at their side. Of course, he wasn’t entirely sure how to ask any of the potentially frightening warrior types wandering around either…

[actuallyaobaseragaki]

Herb Garden [Open]

Aoba decided that he needed to do something with his time, just hanging around hoping parties would stop by the healer's guild looking for one to accompany them would be a fifty fifty shot and even then he was a healer without actual healing skills. At least picking leaves was something he could presumably do without major effort of exertion. It was mostly a task of time, and a willingness to walk. And while Aoba wasn't a huge fan of hiking, a half mile walk away from town would hardly kill him.

At least, he didn't think it would. Heading north out of town, Aoba kept his eyes peeled for anything that shone in the tall grass. It should be simple, at least, finding some plants. But then again, other people seemed to think about this in the same way and prepared for the fact that individuals might be out on their own.

A small band of three men approached our blue haired protagonist as he was searching, and while Aoba saw them he tried not to pay too much mind to them, at least not until they got closer. By then he could all ready hear the comments about what a sweet thing was doing all out here by herself, making Aoba sigh and look up from searching directly at them.

"Look guys I know you probably are just looking to help out a nice adventurer in need but really I think I can pick some plants on my own. Aren't there some nice nobles you can go rob or something instead?"

Probably not the smartest move, but then again he really did not have the patience to deal with another wrong of mistaken identity.

[thecutehacker]

Misdirected [Open // Mages Only]

Takane wanted to visit the Mage Guild ever since her encounter with the armor-clad man, but she wasn't sure if it would be for the best. She got the impression that the stranger didn't like mages, but she couldn't figure out for the life of her why that was. It did make sense that if mages misused their abilities, but since her arrival, Takane hadn't seen a single mage act in that fashion. It took her a couple days to gather up the courage to seek out the Mage Guild, and even then, all she could do was walk around the building. 

Takane felt like she was back in school, refusing to put a foot forward and take a chance to meet people. It made sense to keep away from her peers, as her illness caused her to feel inferior, Haruka was the first person she didn't mind to be around. Except he isn't here.

With a shaky breath, Takane took a couple hesitant steps towards the building and knew that she would have to do this alone. At first her training was excruciating, she thought of quitting after every session. Generating a bolt of lighting once seemed nearly impossible, now it was almost second nature to the teenage girl. What she lacked was accuracy, as she had a hard time controlling where the spell would go. And today was no different. 

"I'm so sorry!" She yelled across the field, after her spell took a turn to the left and nearly hit someone. It shouldn't be enough to kill, but Takane didn't want to hurt an innocent bystander. Running up to the individual her spell nearly hit, she wanted the earth to swallow her hole to hide her from her embarrassment. 

"I didn't mean for it to suddenly turn, are you okay?" Slightly out of breath, she stood on shaky legs and made sure that she hadn't harmed them.