( introlog #5 ) strangerer things

[natha]

You have spent the last few days on Thesa Station, taking in the knowledge that your world is no more. Perhaps you've made some friends (or maybe an enemy or two). Either way, you aren't expected to spend all of your time on the Station. El Nysa needs you, after all, and you promised you'd help the planet thrive. Are you ready? Submit an AC-eligible thread with a new character as a participant for 2 OLYMPIA REP POINTS OR 2 WYVER REP POINTS, respectively, HERE or HERE. THESA STATION     All refugees on the station are called to the hangar where a large-scale teleporter has been set up; everyone will be sent to the planet together. Simply step onto the space between the arrays and wait. Before they depart, all new refugees will be given a starter kit! You may have heard about earlier technical difficulties, but don't worry. I promise everything is in perfect working order this time. I'd say I tested it myself, but since that's not exactly possible, you'll just have to trust me! (Please.) The older refugees will also be there to guide you to ensure no one is left confused... or behind. Make sure you wait for them — I've been detecting something odd so I'll be having them meet you at the landing site. Good luck, refugees! Not that you'll be needing it or anything... The arrays begin to hum and glow, quickly building into a brilliant wash of light. It creates a column that travels all the way from Thesa Station to the surface of El Nysa. With the night sky as a canvas, the beam can be seen all the way from Olympia and Wyver — a view that has the natives whispering of blessings. As a sudden but beautiful aurora splays across the sky, the refugees down on the planet receive a message asking them to travel to the landing site — and warning them to prepare for what may come of the strange readings Zasere's gotten from the teleport itself. ON A BEAM OF LIGHT     Traveling through the light leaves the impression of blinding starlight, a strange sense of weightlessness, and a disorienting moment of total sensory deprivation. The radiance of your teleport hangs bright in the sky above you, a shimmering aurora that reflects off the calm waters below, visible for miles all around. You've landed on a peninsula to the east of the South Outpost. There's little here — scattered trees on spring-barren plains, with a few overgrown, dilapidated structures poking out of the brush. All is quiet save for the keening of animals and the gentle lapping of waves against the shore. This lonely desolation is hardly the bustling cities and vibrant cultures you were promised back on the station... BY CAMPFIRE'S GLOW. But waiting for you is a group of your predecessors, and with them, a veritable tent city, with portable stoves, coolers of food and drink, comfortable bedrolls, and cheerful rings of bonfires — all that you need to make merry of the night, courtesy of Overseer Voss, who has, thanks to his interest in blessed meteorological phenomena and refugees, decided to make a holy expedition of the affair. Settle in, meet new comrades, and enjoy yourself, for you've safely completed your journey. But don't wander too far from the fires — the dark is closing in, and there's a strange, electric feeling in the air, the scent of ozone drifting on the breeze. And what were those odd readings Zasere mentioned? A SHEPHERD OVER THE FLOCK. The spring sun dawns on a grey morning, already burning away the fog rolling in off the sea. It quickly becomes apparent that Voss and his entourage of acolytes have been up for hours, hard at work. They've set up a brightly-draped stage and a travel pulpit, magically enchanted to amplify his voice, and as the sun breaks over the horizon, Voss is all set to do what he does best: proselytize. As our Goddess has sent Her blessing once before to herald the coming of those touched by Her light, so She has done once again! Here you see them, those surrounded by the light of our Goddess, each of them bearing the mark upon their skin of Her holiest of hands! Do you not see? Do none among you bear witness to the righteousness of Her message? Perhaps this is why our people have shamed themselves in front of our Goddess— [ He continues for another 15 minutes... ] Nevertheless. See you them before us now! See them as they are, coming to our gates with Her reminder, that these people must be treated with the utmost respect and care. Thesa's divinity is not to be treated with such flagrant disregard! Those who She chooses are not ours to use as mindless fodder, to hurt, to torture — shame upon those who allowed such deeds to shame us under Her watchful gaze! To those of you who have just arrived here on our doorstep, be not afraid! The Temples of Thesa welcome you to our home with hearts and minds open! Should you ever find yourself in need of solace, seek out the Temples, as there are no greater allies to you than those of us within the Temple walls. You are welcome all to Olympia! As he steps away from the enchanted podium, he can be heard saying aside to an acolyte, "How was that? Heavy on the shame, but I think it went well!" While he will not leave the area immediately, his acolytes will politely turn away attempts to speak with him and remind anyone interested that they can leave a message at the Temples. CLOSE ENCOUNTERS     Despite going off without hitch, the new refugees' arrival isn't entirely without incident. It seems that the "blessed" beam of light that brought the refugees down to El Nysa brought something else along with it — a sliver of the Storm. At least the beam was short enough that only a small fraction managed to squeeze through. But it's enough to wreak a little havoc around the landing site and along the road back toward Olympia and Wyver — and even, for a few days, in the cities themselves. THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE. The Storm is an undeniably destructive force, and that's proven with this small sliver's effect as it ripples across the continent. While there's no visible sign of its presence, strange phenomena soon begin to appear, corresponding with Zasere's odd readings. They're innocuous little things at first. A sudden silence, animals going quiet, insects stilling. All technology, no matter how advanced, ceases working. You discover when you check with a friend, the clock on your phone is twelve minutes slow even though you'd swear only a minute had passed — time missing. Walking through the woods takes longer than it should when brushing past one bush leads to brushing past that same bush again — and again, and again, the area looping on itself. It keeps you trapped, going in circles for minutes, even hours, before finally releasing you in a random direction. Or perhaps you'll feel a sense of deja vu, like you've walked down this road, taken this turn, seen that bird fly from this branch before. This is the second time that cat has crossed your path. The person you're meeting, you already know their name; you're certain you've already met. WE GOT COWS. The Storm sliver also ushers in sudden, localized weather anomalies — heavy storms, blizzards, strong winds, and more. Affected areas range from just a few feet wide to nearly half a mile. One minute, the sky may be sunny and clear, but the next dark storm clouds roll in, unleashing torrential rain. Small tornadoes surge along the road, kicking up winds strong enough to knock people over and carry objects away. Hail hurtles down from the sky, but only in a ten foot radius. Temperatures fluctuate wildly between one extreme and the next, from heat waves to cold snaps. Soupy fog blankets the area, thick enough that you can barely see your hand in front of your face. Good luck finding your way! FORGETTING IS SO LONG. The visions come on suddenly and with very little warning. One second, you're carrying on as normal — but the next, you blink and find yourself (and anyone near you) somewhere else completely. You may recognize this place as a moment from the past, one that you lived through. It's a memory, your memory, and it now replays around you in exceptional detail, unnervingly lifelike. Or you may not recognize it at all. It might belong to the person next to you, or to someone else entirely — a memory that the Storm has swallowed up. Either way, the scene plays out just as it once did, and there's nothing you can do to stop it — or escape it. The memory surrounds you to no end: every door you open leads nowhere, every hallway you turn down continues on forever, every horizon you flee toward hangs just out of reach. And linger too long or turn the wrong corner, and you may find yourself abruptly stuck in a completely different memory. It's almost tempting, then, to give up, to let the past sweep you away... But this isn't the full might of the Storm. Look closely, and you can see that in the walls of this trap, there are minute, hairline cracks, a facade of fractured glass. Imperfections in the memory where the real world is breaking through. It seems the only way to escape these memories is to find those cracks and break through them — by force, by will, or by some other method entirely. DECISIONS, DECISIONS...     The time is coming to make a choice — perhaps not a permanent choice, but unless you want to spend the rest of your nights out under the stars, you'll need to pick which city you will initially spend your time in. On the horizon, you will see that people have arrived to help you make that decision... A FORK IN THE ROAD. Refugees and the hyper-religious wishing to hear Voss speak are not the only ones out and about under the light of the aurora. Citizens of both Olympia and Wyver have flocked to a point on the road midway between the cities and where the refugees have appeared, and they all have the same goal in mind: convincing the newcomers who have just descended in the blessed light of Thesa to come to their city and not the other. They've come with bribes — that is, examples of what their cities have to offer. If you spent much time at the exhibition up on Thesa Station, you might recognize some of what's being shown off, though the offerings here are markedly more tangible, and shown off by hawkers wearing substantially fewer clothes. A herd of pegasi accompanies the Olympians, while a line of flying serpents is stabled at a tent bearing Wyver colors. Refugees are given the chance to experience solo flights and are told that if they prove their loyalty, they may have the privilege of owning such fine beasts one day themselves. The Olympians have also brought couture clothing, jewelry, and makeup to offer a taste of Olympian splendor, while the Wyver delegation has brought along fine weapons, sense-enhancing jungle plants, and small vials of diluted dragon’s blood (drinking confers a temporary boost in strength) to demonstrate their might. The Olympians speak proudly of the glory of the Temples of Thesa; the Wyverns speak of the Volkkran Pact and inform newcomers that they can make a pilgrimage to the summit of Namarak Mountain at the next full moon. This is as good a time as any to compare your plans with others around you and exchange contact information before going your separate ways with people who are going to the city you are not. When you’re ready to go, don’t worry about safe passage — the natives of each city will gladly escort you there in luxury. OF WHITE AND GOLD. The people of Olympia are ecstatic that you’ve come to join them... So much so that they’ve prepared a grand tour of the city for the new arrivals. You will be introduced to the major businesses in the city, including businesses that they are proud to point out were founded by refugees. Refugees who have been here for some time already are encouraged to pair up with newcomers to introduce them to the parts of the city they like best. To facilitate this, they’ve made arrangements with many of the business owners: new refugees who visit their shops (and older refugees who escort them) are given discounts! Just a few examples of many: the Wyvernest offers free desserts to first time visitors with the purchase of a drink, refugees who visit the Silk Wyrms can have one custom (though not exceedingly expensive) outfit made for them for free, and visitors to Shades Darker are offered a half-hour session with one of the prostitutes at half price… or access to a private room, if they seem to have taken a shine to one of their companions on the tour. Lastly, tour guides will point out that over the course of the next week, the train to Flona Cove will allow new refugees to board for free so that they can experience the seaside for themselves. With the weather finally starting to warm, this is as good a time as any for a visit to the beach, isn’t it? OF RED AND BLACK. Life in Wyver is typically a sink-or-swim sort of experience — but in light of the valor recently displayed by their predecessors, the natives are now more willing to assist in getting newcomers settled. The entire journey here they have been talking up the virtues of their city… and now is the time to show everything that's on offer. The well-known businesses in the city are prepared for the influx of newcomers. Some are giving out discounted samples of their products while others are offering a more hands-on experience: in exchange for working a few hours, they will give training in whatever task is being performed. At the Forged, newcomers can learn the basics of crafting simple weapons (and take one of their successes home), while visitors to spas near the lagoons are trained in the art of massage. Those who wander to Falmi’s Ring can learn the art of pugilism or how to keep (and fix) books if they're more inclined to the gambling that goes on. Newcomers interested in Wyver's dragons can get hands-on experience at the Fields of the Exalted's nursery. While they walk from place to place, a guide may point out a job posting from Highwind Hires, noting that refugees can make a name for themselves outside official channels. The last stop on the tour is the Undergrowth. The guides speak of the jungle in reverent tones and caution new refugees not to wander too far in. They warn never to explore alone, but also urge refugees to take time to familiarize themselves with it; after all, the jungle is an important part of life in Wyver, and those who are going to be living here should understand it as well as they do. You've chosen your path, refugee, but that doesn't necessarily make it a permanent one. Watch out for the strange effects of the Storm, which linger still in the two cities and everywhere in between for the next few days before dissipating just as mysteriously as they came, but otherwise enjoy the welcome and make yourself at home — after all, this is home now. FINAL OOC NOTES     An AC-eligible thread with a new character as a participant for 2 REP POINTS FOR EITHER OLYMPIA OR WYVER may be submitted from this log. SUBMIT THE THREAD FOR OLYMPIA OR WYVER HERE AND HERE RESPECTIVELY BY APRIL 29th 11:59 PM EST. We will no longer be providing overflow posts. In an event where the post hits CAPTCHA, players are advised to move threads to an overflow post on their character journals or create their own catch-all post. These threads remain eligible for AC, AC Rewards, and REP. 1 SILVER = 1 US DOLLAR. QUICK NAV premise ● faq ● lore ● map ● npcs taken ● atp/emp ● application ● rep/acp calendar ● hiatus/drops ● modbox [ FULL NAVIGATION ] elnysa nysalogs nysaisles nysaooc elnyan

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rohan kishibe | jojo's bizarre adventure | olympia

[insist]

MEMSHARE: I'M A HIGHWAY STAR

[ Open one door in particular and the El Nysan landscape disappears, giving way to a scene that looks very unremarkable. To be precise, it's a ... tunnel, much like one you would see on a regular old road, the kind that allows cars and buses to go through. Venture into this mundane-looking modern structure, and you'll find something that definitely doesn't belong. A bizarre-looking room, with quaint, eerie-looking furniture that's visible from the window on the wall. It's almost as if someone has made their home in it.

Dare you take a chance and go inside? It's a bad idea, as you'll learn soon enough. The minute your character walks in, pairs of disemboweled feet will start chasing them immediately, clamoring to latch on to any form of flesh. Welcome to one of Rohan's memories, a glimpse into the strange world he was born in. Anything can happen here ... (because Araki's probably smoking something.) ]

Why did you go inside?! Now it's got your scent! [ When he found himself here, he realised the situation in an instant and was staying away from the creepy room. Now, someone else has fallen into the trap and it feels like it's his problem. Ugh!! ]

We have to go. Now. Do you understand what I'm saying?! It's going to absorb your nutrients! [ So the guy who actually owns this Stand turned out to be alright, but that doesn't mean this version in his memories doesn't have the potential to kill them. Better safe than sorry.

He'll grab on to any part of the other person that he can, be it their hair, or arm, or nose, and start bolting out. ]

MEMSHARE: SHITPOST VERSION

[ Welcome to a completely mundane Rohan-memory where he goes to Gucci and buys a fancy new set of threads.

After the excitement of fighting for his life in those previous memories, and the heaviness of experiencing the memories of other people, this is a surprisingly quaint shift of scene. ]

Hm ...? Oh, I remember this. I was at Gucci, Shinjuku, in the Spring of 1997. [ The clothes are really nice but so last season? He starts looking around, and picks out some strange outfit. ] I think this is what I bought, but who can remember?

[ Maybe he should address the other person stuck in this memory with him, though, rather than spend all afternoon looking at clothes. ]

Before you ask, yes, this is my memory. We appear to be stuck in this vision until we find the way out. [ Through those cracks into reality, he presumes. ]

COWS

[ Hey, please catch the skinny manga artist who just got swept into the forceful winds and is hurtling toward your character.

Or, don't. That's fine. Maybe Rohan will slam into a cow. ]

READY FOR TAKEOFF-KUN

[ While Rohan doesn't particularly like animals (he doesn't have the time for them, and they require too much attention that he would rather be spending on himself), he can't quite resist the opportunity to ride a mythical pegasus. He's never done anything like flown in the sky, the animals in his world not quite capable of carrying a human into the air. In the event he'll need to write about it one day, he wants to experience it. How does it feel? Will there be a burst of excitement, as the beast takes off? Will the rest of the world below feel small, giving rise to the notion that all of the world's problems are truly just as small? He has to know. And to know, he has to ride it.

But for some reason, the owner of the pegasus won't let him go alone? Too many people in queue, apparently, and not enough pegasi to accomodate for them all. He'll have to share with someone else. ]

I have always hated sharing my car when on a rollercoaster, but fine ... It beats passing up this opportunity.

[ Who's the nearest person around? He barely looks at them before he grabs onto their sleeve. ] You. Get on.

WOW, IT'S A WILDCARD!

[ idek do something else with me. rohan will be exploring things, taking pictures of things and drawing things. if you want to godmod me and say your character saw him licking some animal, or like, stealing (?????), sure?????

he has a very infomoddy power, so please take a look at my permissions post. for additional plotting, hit me up at capsu ]

you got dat gucci taste

[defenses]

[ honestly, while there were some pretty fancy shops in olympia, none have ever... been like this. the whole interior was really out of this world!? it's like it wasn't quite thesa station, and yet it was ages beyond most of el nysa? moreover, it's even stranger that in the midst of all of this that he spots someone so familiar? honestly, when he came to assist new refugees, he didn't expect ... all of this!?

when rohan pulls out his outfit, vane asks him one question and one question only: ] Is that supposed to be clothes?!

[ but it has so many holes in it?? was it doing all right?

while he's been told his own armor was strange for some, this didn't seem to serve any purpose? that's like 100% asking to catch a cold or something?! hence, vane's concern. a concern that even outweighs the fact that they're stuck in this weirdo mem. ]

i cant believe vane wants to be eaten alive

[insist]

[ He does recognize the voice, and there is a part of him happy to find someone he actually sort of knows, but does that mean he's going to take an insult like that lying down? No. Before everything else, he has to address that absurd assertion that his fashion choices are anything but pristine. ]

Hey. Are you saying there's something wrong with what I chose to wear? Why don't you take a good hard look at yourself first, Vane, and that tin can you chose to bring into this high-end department store.

Take off your armor when you're inside. It's only the polite thing to do. Or were you not taught any manners?

[defenses]

[ wow??!

vane is about ready to backpedal at the first question. feeling kinda bad for how uptight and badly the guy is taking it. but then, he's soon met with a myriad of insults??? ] Hey... [ was armor a no go in this sort of place?? ]

You call it a tin can, but I can't help it! It's all apart of the uniform! [ what's a knight without some armor? ] Besides, I never knew you weren't supposed to wear this kinda stuff in here. It's not like I've been here before... [ he begins at least taking off his shoulder strap, before he suddenly stops.

hm, if he removes this and some monsters come out to attack them...

ah, well. they'd probably be fine. rohan did have a strange ability of his own, didn't he? ]

I can’t believe Chuuya is going to ride a Pegasus with Rohan

[thetaintedsorrow]

[After running into Rohan on Thesa Station, Chuuya honestly just thinks the guy is an invasive weirdo. Granted, if he had that kind of ability himself he’d probably do the same goddamn thing, but shh. Anyway, he’s certainly not expecting to run into the guy again so soon, and...

Is he...riding a pegasus??? And is Chuuya getting roped into riding it with him??

Oh man...even if Chuuya can float and sort of fly if he pushes himself off of buildings, this is a winged horse!! How could he possibly pass up such an opportunity? Even if it’s with Rohan...]

Fine. Move over.

[He begrudgingly climbs up behind Rohan and...holds onto his shoulders.]

Let’s do this.

yes it is very yaoi

[insist]

[ While Chuuya's opinion of Rohan may have soured a bit, Rohan's opinion of Chuuya hasn't, really. He's read the file, he knows the guy has quite a good personality, one worthy of crafting into an interesting anti-hero type. It's probably a good thing that Chuuya hadn't succeeded in kicking him the last time they met, or that would definitely be different (Rohan is very spiteful).

Naturally, he's taking the front seat because this is his adventure and he was here first! He doesn't actually know much about horse-riding beyond what he's read in books, but surely this will be fine, right? Before he whips the reigns, though, he stops and addresses something. ]

Not that it's my responsibility what happens to you, but you should hold onto my waist instead. That's usually how two people ride a horse, and I'm also taller than you.

[ So his shoulders are pretty high? Chuuya will fall off if they stay like this. Not that he cares or anything!!! Hmph. ]

-- Though, maybe you're so confident because of that ability. [ That ability he didn't have much time to delve further into. Pls confirm and tell him more. ]

So much yaoi

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Chuuya snorts at that.]

I’m not worried. I can float.

[Or anchor himself to the beast with gravity if need be, but he highly doubts that will be necessary.]

Unless you’re just eager to have me touching your waist.

[Chuuya smirks; he really does love fucking with people like Rohan, so maybe this will prove to be even more entertaining than he’d first guessed.]

I’m ready. Let’s go.

[Chuuya tries gently pressing his heels into the pegasus’ side...which does nothing.]

Let’s go, feathers. Giddy up.

It's not Gucci but lets go clothes shopping! (Wildcard)

[dontgiveabuckland]

[It's not that Cam hasn't been helpful to the newcomers. It's just that he didn't notice that all sorts of shops were giving out free shit to anyone paired with a newbie. Maybe his swanky new medallion, now affixed to his collar, that proclaimed him a hero would be enough for some freebies, but the more leverage the better.

So when he spots a rather... eccentric looking fellow, Cam sidles up next to him, immediately getting into Rohan's personal space as he takes the stranger by the shoulder.] ...And over here we have some of the finest tailors Olympia has to offer!

[Help a friend out, Rohan?]

[insist]

[ 'Friends'? What does that word even mean ...

Unfortunately for Cam, he's caught Rohan in one of his rather absorbed moods, where he's hyper-focused on whatever is currently interesting him and not quite caring to pay attention to anything else. People in particular tend to fall out of his peripheral when he's like this. This is his first day in Olympia, and it's only natural that the first thing he would want to do while in this medieval-looking town is to take pictures of everything ever. For later reference, you know.

He's in the middle of snapping a photograph of one of the stalls when Cam gets up in his space, and his bristles immediately. ] Is that so? Hm, I will admit this handiwork is good, but I wouldn't call it one of the finest.

[ Off to a great start already. Insulting the tailor's wares. Now, he looks at Cam, dismissive in his tone. ] And I don't know you, why are you touching me?

[ Really off to a good start ... The tailor frowns. ]

but what are his thoughts on versace

[diamondize]

[The string of words Rohan puts together might as well be gibberish for all they mean to Diamond. All they understand is this is a memory and there are clothes all around that would have made their resident fashion designer rock scream. Whether that scream would be in adulation or horror, Dia can't say, but they're sure Red Beryl would have a lot of opinions.

They eye the outfit Rohan picks up and smiles] It's nice! [It's really not, but Dia's not going to judge. Much.] A lot of these are interesting... [They pull at some of the clothes in idle curiosity]

At least it's a good memory? [Could be worse, right?? Clothes shopping seems innocuous enough, and they look around the store itself a moment] What is this place again?

he probably shops there too ..... he has (had) mad manga money but now he's a hobo

[insist]

[ Thanks Dia, for being nice about his weird fashion choices. Or at least, not being truthful, because Rohan is a childish asshole who doesn't take well to insults. ]

I don't actually have a full recollection of this day, so I wouldn't be so quick to call it a 'good memory'. [ Things could still get weird. ] Though, I suppose, most of my experiences before the year 1999 were mostly uneventful.

[ 1999 being the year that he comes from. In that same year he got shot by an arrow, developed a Stand, met many other Stand users, almost got killed a few times and helped hunt down a murderer. It's funny that before all that, he was only a guy who wrote manga for a living.

Now, he turns his attention to this rather androgynous person. Their hair is really something, but he's never been one to judge based on appearances. ]

This is Gucci, a luxury fashion outlet with a huge presence in my world. All the items you're looking at were crafted by top fashion designers and go for a hefty price. [ He points at the top Dia's tugging at. ] That, for example, could easily go for 120,000 yen.

gucci

[baguablade]

[ That's. Certainly a look. A look that leaves Cain momentarily speechless as he takes it all in. Did this strange man really buy that strange outfit...? Then again, thinking about it like that, maybe it makes sense? ]

Gucci... Is that the name of this island? [ A bit warily, Cain lifts another shirt from one of the racks. This one has even more holes. Hastily, he puts it back. ] You don't think we need to, ah... assemble outfits to escape, do we?

[ He doesn't have to dress like that as part of their escape plan, surely?! ]

[insist]

[ hey cain leave him alone ... why don't you look at what percy wears before you shit on rohan. ]

This store. [ He's a little astounded that there are people who don't know Gucci, but he does acknowledge the fact that people come from different worlds. ]

Like a dress-up game, you mean? [ He ponders that suggestion for a second. ] Pft. That's a stupid idea, but it also sounds like it could be fun. Are you going to go first?

[ does he actually want to do this, or is he just fucking with cain ... who knows ]

takeoff-kun

[larsenist]

[ Akira isn't even in line, just standing adjacent to it while looking for his friends among the new arrivals. (The pegasi happened to catch his curiosity earlier; he remembers Fred recently talking about Clair's new steed...)

He whips his head toward the stranger as his sleeve is pulled, though the tug doesn't quite manage to dislodge his hand from his pocket. ]

...Why?

[ (He hasn't been paying attention at all, sry.) ]

[insist]

I see. I see. You really don't pay attention at all, do you? [ hey rohan NEITHER DO YOU ]

I want to ride the Pegasus, but he won't let me do it unless I find another rider. Why don't you just volunteer yourself already? [ Chop chop!! He needs his daily dose of fun stuff met at once, and he doesn't care what Akira thinks! ]

COWS

[underwhelms]

[ There's a distant wailing that JJ might've heard if he hadn't been so preoccupied with his own internal dialogue. Right now he's lamenting the wind—well, not lamenting as much as he is panicking about him. JJ's probably got more weight to him than Rohan, but the wind is still strong enough to push him around. He's barely got the tip of his toes skating the grass as he frantically runs along with the wind to keep from fall flat on his face. He thinks he's doing a pretty good job until that jerk Rohan smashes right into him.

But that's what he gets for not listening. ]

Aaaahhhh!

[ He grabs Rohan's shirt out of instinct, keeping them together as they go sailing through the sky.

I believe I can fly... ]

[insist]

[ how are they going to get out of this, they're just a bunch of normals

He's winded from having his abdomen smash into JJ's front, and wheezing a little, but he does have enough energy in him to glance back at the person he's now stringing along. ] Hrk -- You?

[ That annoying, self-absorbed guy he had met before (pot, kettle). Rohan doesn't actually know what JJ's powers are, but from their last encounter he's gathered that the man is pretty useless. So he hasn't exactly found very useful help, but there is a silver lining to all this -- at least there's someone else as miserable as he is right now, and he can take comfort in that.

Though he can't say he likes JJ very much, he does acknowledge that their chances of survival increase if they stick together. He doesn't actually want to see JJ smash into a wall and die, either. Rohan wraps an arm around him, keeping him close. This is yaoi again ig

It's hard to speak with the wind in his face, but he does try. ] Do you have -- any sort of rope ...

[ They can lasso a tree or something and stabilize themselves. ]

highway smoking tbh (idk it matches the furry yaoi hands and feet??)

[gekkajuu]

[Of course Atsushi goes into the room. He sees no reason not to, and, having not experienced the Storm's effects yet, he wants to check out what's happening for this tunnel to appear, room and all. Admittedly he's a little nervous, only because the hypnosis he was put through has made him a little uncertain about his thoughts... but that's all the more reason to check things out, isn't it? Only one way to reassure himself.

For some unearthly reason, he's still not expecting disembodied killer feet. Go figure.

He's on his guard but not planning to run - if anything, he's determined to stand his ground - until he's pulled along, yelping in surprise but not putting up any resistance. After all, this person seems to know the feet better than him.]

Absorb my nutrients..?!

[Actually, how do feet even catch a person's scent???

But for now, Atsushi runs along, glancing over his shoulder at the feet. What a bad trip.]

thanks for making my weird jjba horror yaoi and furry

[insist]

[ Don't ask ... just don't question it. Rohan isn't feeling up for explaining, anyway. He almost died in this one memory, and he would rather not relive that (pun not intended). ]

Do I need to say it twice? Just move! [ The feet are gaining speed ... somehow?? Despite just being a bunch of feet, they're trotting right at Atsushi at speeds coming close to that of a car. When one appears to catch up to Atsushi, Rohan lets out a hiss in irritation and shoves the other guy out of its range. He's not the most caring guy, and definitely nothing like a hero, but this is his memory, and somehow the thought of someone getting hurt in it really irks him. It feels like it's his responsibility, and for a selfish guy like Rohan, he really hates that. There's no actual guarantee that what they're seeing has the power to hurt them, but one touch from Highway Star (the name of the Stand that's attacking them) and it'll be game over. That Stand has the power to immobilize its target and devour them slowly.

Though he's running like a madman, he's not without direction. There's something that he's looking for, and if his memory serves them, it's probably close. ]

COWS

[sparsity]

[ k ]

Hm? [ Mikazuki is used to the tension and thrill of battlefields, so he knows when something's up — the random blast of wind might be wild, but he's sturdier than he looks and has a pretty good nose for when he's in danger of being hit by something.

But the screaming helps him pinpoint what that something is.

Or who that someone is. ] — ah.

[ Instead of getting out of the way, Mikazuki digs his heels in. He's gonna catch him. ]

he is a very charming boy

[insist]

[ He kind of expects Mikazuki to evade him; anyone would, after all, when they see a grown man hurtling right at them. Rohan surely would, whoever that person is be damned. What he doesn't exact is for Mikazuki to actually try catching him when there's no probable way he'll succeed. Come on, the guy's about the same height as Koichi -- so, only a little over 5 feet.

Sure enough, unless Mikazuki has some superhuman strength, he won't be able to catch the guy easily 7 inches taller than him. Rohan slams right into the boy, the both of them tumbling forward a few paces. It hurts still, but Mikazuki might have saved his life there. Colour him .... very surprised. ]

You actually tried to catch me ...?! How did you even think that would work --

[ He's taller than him?? ] But I'm actually sort of impressed.

[ there's no time to be gay though, they aren't quite out of that pinch just yet. Another strong gust of wind blows, and a cold chill follows after, the temperatures dropping rapidly now. ]

wildcard, lemme know if this isn't okay

[catfident]

[ It's in Olympia that her senses tingle at the sight of a familiar presence, one she's met only briefly but that had left a permanent mark in her memory. Spending another moment in his insufferable presence fills her with no small amount of distaste but she owes him, though not in the way he might like.

She weaves through the crowds until a familiar crop of hair catches her eyes. Ah, there he is, pompously talking to some poor sap off the streets. Trotting up to him, she stops by his feet, then gives a sad little meow.

Feed me? ]

none of this is okay

[insist]

-- do you understand? If you understand than you should know better than to disturb everyone else by slurping your spaghetti so loudly again. Tell me this is getting into your head! I better -- Ah?

[ Yeah, that's what he was scolding this other stranger in the restaurant over. Their eating noises. Anyway, he's momentarily distracted by a black cat that quietly approaches him.

... Hm. He really doesn't like cats. Rohan flaps his hand, shooing Yoruichi away. ] I have nothing for you. Go somewhere else.

[ Lies. After getting some loose cash from selling street drawings, he's made enough to enjoy a smoked salmon sandwich. ]

wildcard

[tricksune]

[ The new arrivals come basked in an aurora, bringing with them good tidings and atmosphere in a time where it's sorely needed across both cities. And then there's the Storm, figments of meaningful memory locking people together, playing out like old films and nostalgia. And even beyond that, there are typhoons, destruction in itself a feat to be witnessed and wondered over.

And then, there's this guy, who is licking a frog(?). Yusuke cocks his head curiously, asking the important questions. ]

Ah, is it good?

licks nu

[insist]

[ Yes, at this point he's alreacy accidentally got someone paralyzed and survived an attack by killer feet. Now it's time to unwind and lick some of the wildlife. Meaning to say, he's never seen this strange frog-like creature before, and he's deathly curious to know if it's anything like the frogs he licked on the tdm .... Hm. ]

It looks a bit like a turnip, don't you think? But no, it tastes nothing like one. In fact, the secretions on its body are oddly sweet.

[ The frog he licked on the tdm just wanted to live its life and get away from strange manga artists, but this frog actually seems to like the attention. Wow. ]