❪ event ❫ spirited away

[natha]

PRELUDE     I'll get straight to the point, Thesaens. Dranbu is in dire need of assistance. I have received confirmation that the disappearances we were investigating last month have... escalated. Be cautious as you make your way through Josa Forest. Ideally we could go straight through, but it seems the main entrance to Dranbu is overgrown with thorns and vines, and there's a bit of a glitch with the rail system - the train is having trouble recognizing the Dranbu station as a destination. I've uploaded a homing beacon to your devices with this message. Once enough of you have arrived in Dranbu proper, it should communicate with the train and register it as a stop. With any luck, that will make getting back and forth much easier for you all from now on. Best of luck. Entry to the forest is not only overgrown with vegetation, but seems to be growing at an increasingly alarming rate. Any attempts to clear the vines will be met with even larger ones growing in its place, and it only confirms Nurray's findings as true. The only way in is across the sound from Nadril, entering the forest from its snowy back yard. It doesn't stay cold for long; as one ventures further into the forest, the snow will disappear, as though it was completely out of place in the first place. The red sun's warmth will take its place soon after— and before long, you'll feel too warm for the clothes you came with. That's when you know you've entered the heart of Josa Forest. WITHIN THE FOREST     The forest seems to be thick with a profound presence that can’t be ascertained. While venturing through it, one will feel like there are being watched or followed. This feeling will only intensify as metallic-scented drops of rain begin to fall between the clearings in the trees. Unfortunately, what many don’t realize at this point is that this is how the forest itself eats. How it subsists and lives through the minds of those who eventually get lost in it. Wandering this far in is akin to walking into a lion’s jaw, or rather… straight to its stomach. But, the forest has a way of making one stay. While it swallows someone up, it shows them sinfully beautiful and picturesque sights. Even showing them people or things that are familiar to the lost. All of which will urge them to go in deeper and deeper. But, while the forest begins to prey on the mind of their victim— they will suddenly hear an elegant and alluring voice urging them back. This voice promises them comfort and safety. Promises to be kind and open. Promises she has a place for them where they will never feel displaced or unwanted, or lost. Before they can fully accept, they will find that they are whisked away in Barthala’s embrace. Some will be taken, wiped of all their previous memories and inserted new ones. Others will find they have no prior memories at all of themselves, only urged to go on with regular life. What is prevalent is the forest's desire to turn you. Metamorphosis is a phenomenon that occurs only to certain individuals, and there is no rhyme or reason to them. Some adventurers would find themselves changing by the minute, the hour, or the process may even take days and weeks. The forest toys with you, but it only wants to draw you closer to its core — as though there's a story there it wants you to see and understand. Will you go on anyway, knowing the forest has already has its claws on you? I. ALL ROADS LEAD TO — Exploring the forest is not a perilous experience - Barthala's blessing ensures that paths remain clear of any dangerous obstacles, and keeps anyone who enters the woods from losing their way. However, it will not always lead adventurers where they want to go. Stressed? Your path leads to a meadow, grass drifting gently in the breeze. Tired? You'll find your way to a tree with roots perfectly curved for a nap, the shade a peaceful retreat from the sunlight. The hungry will find streams full of fish or bushes laden with berries, and the curious will come upon elder trees, unique and beautiful. Only those who are truly satisfied with their circumstances, with themselves, can forge their own path, and venture to Barthala's Grotto. II. BARTHALA'S GROTTO — The deity's home is host to an abundance of life. Butterflies drift through the air, brilliantly colored and unbothered by any intruders. Foliage blooms in a rainbow of colors, many plants unique to this area alone. With trees arranged to provide a canopy over the path and small clearing, the scene is something out of a fantasy. Any plant life taken from this area will not survive long, though even in its dead, dried state, it retains a curious beauty. Explorers and creatures finding themselves in this area will suddenly find their clothing to be an unnecessary burden - what could be better than feeling the wonders of nature against bare skin? There is nothing unbecoming about such a natural state, any perverse inclinations are an aspect of personal preference. While the presence of Barthala can be felt here - a warm, comfortable sensation emanating from your core - she is nowhere to be found. Only one will have the opportunity to pass under a veil of willow branches and emerge to the cool air of a clear-as-glass spring. Another nearby grotto is home to a plant with intoxicating effects. Just smelling the leaves is enough to entice most animals, and consuming them has effects on both mind and body. More easily amused, with thoughts that weave deep and distant, along with increased sensory perception can bring the user on a pleasant trip lasting up to five hours. III. INFLUENCES — (18+) Every five days, a weed scattered in patches among the forest underbrush blooms. The flowers are small and white, unremarkable except for how clustered they grow. When their petals fall, after only hours of blossoming, pollen drifts through the air. It clings to clothing, to hair, in the throats of the sensitive animals dwelling in the forest. Even those unaltered by Barthala's magic can be affected. The locals of Dranbu claim the pollen enhances fertility, but in practice, it simply serves as a poignant aphrodisiac. Those affected won't differentiate between the warmth of another or their own, a simple need to experience sexual ecstasy overwhelmingly pervaded. The pollen loses its potency after about three hours, leaving behind only a sweet smell. YOUR NEW (NEW) LIFE    Adapting to an entirely new setting isn’t always so simple. People often say that assimilating oneself to the environment happens fluidly, and before you know it, you’re a part of it. In Dranbu, these words hold an uncanny sense of truth. When you awake, your day begins like it always has. Your daily routine meets largely unchanged, except a few tinier details. Perhaps, you’ve realized your true calling is an occupation within the villages itself. Maybe in farming up strange medical herbs, maybe in acting as a witch doctor for the people, or maybe you find yourself drawn to the arts and you really enjoy sculpting fellow villagers in the nude. Once you commit these tasks, you realize, it feels like what you’ve always done. As if it were natural, as if you’ve done them for years, and maybe you have? At least that’s what your gut is telling you, and slowly your memories will too. At the end of the day, when you return home, you realize you’re not alone. You have a partner who shares the same values and whom you love deeply. Or maybe a spouse whom you’re always arguing with. But, even that will feel as commonplace as the rest of your day. All you know is that the day that might have started off not being yours is entirely yours and yours alone. IV. THE HUNT — Those taken by the forest, animal features adorning their bodies, will find that their palates have changed as well. Carnivores crave raw meat, while herbivores don't mind snacking on a patch of grass or pulling leaves from branches. For most, there's no reason to cook a meal; once prey is captured, instinct says dig right in! It can be a gruesome sight, mangled bodies gorged upon leaving bloodstained faces, but it's natural. As is the hunt itself - any size of game can be found in the forest, and no one will go hungry for long. The magic that dwells here ensures a catch even for the clumsiest predator. Just take care not to stalk one of your own. For a hungry predator, there's no difference between a deer and a deer-like human. THE BOUNDARIES BEYOND     For some, placated is synonymous with bored. While there is a sense of wonder in the beauties of nature that adorn the woods, serene forest life isn't for everyone. Those seeking more adventure can explore the challenging slopes of Waco Mountain. Barthala's influence is weaker on those bluffs than in Josa Forest itself, so thrill chasers won't be disappointed. Lose the path, slip on loose rocks, fall into a stream and spend a night wet and cold, there are many perils that come with traveling a mountain-side. Scattered ruins offer some shelter, their walls carved with images resembling Barthala, a dragon, and three other stranger creatures. While the deity's pacification does not flow as deeply through this region, all are still save from mortal wounds, and the veil cast over their memories will not lessen. If you have made it this far, however, there is no reason to try to return to the main city of Dranbu. Accommodations are always available in the neighboring villages: Phares in the north, and Stroln in the south. These villages are in friendly competition with one another, and will tempt travelers with women and men of their kind in order to draw in business to their hotels. FINAL OOC NOTES     No REP is available for this log. REP will now be primarily available through achieving NPC quests, which will be available on the 19th! Please keep an eye out for that! Dranbu is entirely available for exploration! You may find that most of Wyver and Olympia Flora/Fauna may be found in the forest as well. For more information on your characters' (opt-in) Metamorphosis, please refer to the November Outline! QUICK NAV premise ● faq ● lore ● map ● npcs ● bestiary taken ● atp/emp ● application ● rep/acp ● quest bulletin calendar ● hiatus/drops ● modbox [ FULL NAVIGATION ] elnysa nysalogs nysaisles nysaooc elnyan

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QUESTIONS

[natha]

[smithandwesson]

Besides the general feeling of being a good citizen, will Nurray be offering any other incentives to convince the Thessans to take part in the hunt for the missing citizens?

Annie Walker | Covert Affairs

[smithsonian]

[WITHIN THE FOREST]

When the pings come, Annie doesn't think twice about answering. A distress call is a distress call, sure, but she's also curious about the place that she's woken up in and she hopes that exploring the various cities or towns or villages will give her a better understanding of what's happened. 'The Storm' doesn't seem like enough.

Making her way through the snow, she --

ALL ROADS LEAD TO

Realizes that this is where she's meant to be. The constant niggling at the back of her brain that reminds her that, despite what she might have told others, this is not home seems to fade with every step she takes. The warmth from the sun reminds her of... well, she supposes it must be that it reminds her of here and the thought makes her smile to herself, glad that she's safe at home. That the goddess continues to keep her and the people she loves safe.

Stepping into a meadow, she finds that it lines a stream and she sits down at the edge, legs stretched out as she tips her head back to breathe the sweet air deeply.

When a shadow crosses her path, she looks up and shades her eyes, smiling when she sees something. "It's a beautiful day, isn't it?

INFLUENCES - 25+

As the sun heated her skin as she walked, Annie has shed the layers she'd arrived in until she's wearing nothing more than a tank top and jeans. The rest is stuff in a bag she's slung over her shoulder and, as she comes to a clearing in the woods, she inhales deeply, unaware of the power of the white flowers she's standing in the midst of.

Several steps later, she finds a seat against a tree, spread out against the ground of those same white flowers in the underbrush, feeling warm and sated. It's not until she sees someone walking by that she realizes that it's been a long time since she's gotten laid. Where the thought comes from, she isn't sure, especially since (when she tries to pinpoint the last time, the memories stay out of reach) and she watches that person with keen interest, not bothering to hide it at all.

When they glance her way, she gives a wave.

[YOUR NEW (NEW) LIFE]

Without realizing that she's essentially gone missing from those that know her, Annie's made herself comfortable in Dranbu... more or less. She's still getting used to the job she's seemingly had for years - baking? it doesn't appear to come naturally to her - and though her days are fulfilling, her favorite part is coming home to the person she's (not at all suddenly and for purposes of this new village) decided to spend her life with.

It's all very domestic, what with the total support for her career and the love and tenderness she returns wholeheartedly. This is where she's apparently meant to be, until convinced otherwise.

[ooc: can either be her supportive and loving spouse or someone who convinces her that she's not meant to be here. ps: annie doesn't bake at all, help.]

[WILDCARD]

[If you're looking to do something not here, toss me a starter and I'll roll with it! If you wanna plot something, find me on discord @ spycraft#8441 or PM this journal.]

All roads lead to...

[faceofbeau]

There's something about being planetside, out in the open- in a forest even- that's more refreshing than words can say. Not that Jack's ever been all that much for forests, but there's something to be said for nature, and for mankind's tendency of embracing it. And, after the year he'd had, well. The fresh air is a welcome change. So welcome, in fact, that he finds it almost hard to remember his purpose, why he's out here; there are lives at stake, people have gone missing. They need to be found. Since his continued search of the stasis pods had yielded no results yet, and he still wasn't ready to face Ianto, answering the call to find Dranbu and its missing residents had seemed the perfect chance to get away. Yet, now that he's here...

It should disturb him, probably, how easily his attention slides. How often he finds himself thinking not of the search, not of a mysteriously missing village and its people, but of the forest in which he searches. The air is fresh , cool and soothing; the lush vegetation, so much of it unique and alien, is fascinating, the scents of the flora far more pleasant than the sterile air of the station, or the acrid smoke of the Valiant before that. The wildlife, well. It's stayed out of sight, out of reach, present but elusive, nothing more than shadows through the trees, sounds drifting from far away. It should disturb him, how easy it is to focus on how inviting all of it is, rather than on his search... but it doesn't.

Instead, it's simply.... pleasant. Inviting. Everything about the forest is inviting, welcoming. So when he hears the tinkling sound of water somewhere up ahead of him, he follows the merry sound without a thought for the people he'd come to look for. And when there's a woman sitting at the edge of the water, the small stream that had caught his hear, he doesn't wonder if she's another searcher, or one of those he should be searching for, he only returns warmly,

"It is, isn't it?" He takes a moment, looking around to take in the meadow around her, before nodding to the space beside her and asking, "Mind if I join you?"

nott the brave ( ota ) cw: animal death in first and third prompts

[flask]

i.

[Nott hopes there's some kind of reward in it for investigating this freaky forest. The place is setting the little hairs on her body on edge, especially with the knowledge that people have disappeared from around this location. But, well, she's dragged whoever's along with her for the ride this far, and no amount of claw biting or anxious reloading and unloading and reloading of her hand crossbow will undo that.

Suddenly, the path opens up to a clearing, almost without warning. Which is... odd, considering she was looking ahead (and behind and to the side in nervous glances) of her the whole time and didn't see anything like that coming up. But here it is before her and her travel partner, a tranquil little setting, with lilies of the valley poking through the blades of grass that give way to a central, giant stump. The tree stump, seemingly there for decades and decades before it was ever cut, is such a size that even a person over twice Nott's size could comfortably curl up atop it and take a rest.

A dark grey medium-sized lizard with a bright yellow tail crawls up the stump and settles on it. Nott stares in dumbfounded silence for a few seconds, and then abruptly and unceremoniously lets a bolt fly at the lizard.]

ii.

[Nott has left the forest by now, not finding much in her first foray into the depth of trees and green. Her mind keeps wandering to things she saw while she was there; nothing significant, but little flashes of some kind of thorny vine she noticed, or an odd bird call she heard while looking around for any sign of the missing people. She's lost in thought, either back where she's staying for now and winding down for the night or picking up supplies from a Nadril shop to stock up on for another attempt when she suddenly shrieks and jumps about three feet into the air.

Considering she's three feet herself, this is quite a feat.

She appears to have suddenly noticed she has a fleshy greenish tail. Breathing hard, she grips the tail in her claws, wringing it nervously and trying to calm herself down.]

I... Wow, I guess I forgot I had a tail. That was... quite a spook. Don't mind me. I've never seen a mirror before.

iii.

[Nott hasn't been seen for a few days now.

Looking for her in any of her usual haunts—the Nadril bars, the Olympian taverns, hell, the Wyvern alehouses if you're really desperate—will amount to nothing.

Only those who have heard her casually and wistfully mention the forest shortly before she left, as she started to change, will realize where she really is.

Anyone who's wandered into the forest, looking for her or otherwise, might start to hear odd sounds in the brush.

Almost blended with the greenery around her, an oddly pear-colored sphynx cat wearing a tattered slate grey cloak with a hood over her head, somewhat concealing an odd shock of greasy almost-black hair, is on her hands and knees on the forest floor. She's hunched over, making voracious smacking noises as she digs in with her rows of long, sharp teeth, the long dead and bloodied body of a hare on the ground in front of her.

She glances up at her new visitor, and immediately gets on the defensive. She curls inward even more, placing a hairless paw over the body of the hare to hide it from view. It's hers. She stares up with wide amber colored cats' eyes, blood still splattered over her cheeks.]

There's no food here. I ate it all. Also, I'm very powerful, and you should run away now. I've killed ten humans today alone.

[...Well, she's still Nott, somewhere in there. And still very bad at lying to or intimidating anyone.]

[prizeneck]

[The scent of blood reaches him first. So he steps into view, only to find the cat and the bloody scene before him.

That the cat puts its paw on what was once a hare and tries to shield it is no surprise. Even if said cat was... wearing a cape of some sort?

Even more surprising is when the cat starts to speak.] What the--

[He tilts his head.] How exactly did you manage that?

Felicity Smoak | Arrow

[allergictonuts]

[BARTHALA'S GROTTO]

Felicity had once told John Diggle that she'd never done drugs and it was true; despite her heavy Goth phase in college, her hacktivist days, and the run in with Vertigo that she'd never taken part in, Felicity Smoak was clean as a whistle. The occasional Tylenol here and there, maybe, but she wasn't one for experimentation - at least of the drug type, which is why she would have been horrified if she could have seen herself.

Whatever it was in the grotto that had lent itself to allowing visitors to feeling a bit more free, Felicity herself was under the influence and (much later), she would be incredibly embarrassed. For now, though, she can be found with her dress in hand, this close to removing the rest of her garments as if that's the normal thing to do.

Maybe it is.

[THE BOUNDARIES BEYOND]

"I really don't think this is a great idea."

She doesn't mean to come off as pessimistic, but really? Traveling even further from the place that most people have decided is their new home - and come on, isn't Olympia almost city-like? - seems like a dangerous thing to do. How she got dragged into this really doesn't matter, but she's not ditching now. That just feels wrong.

"You know I'm not really one for hiking or... traveling by foot. I just feel like it's safer if we."

Felicity stops again and lets the argument go. For whatever it's worth, she's got the back of the person she's with and, because she's recently made a pact with herself to be a fighter, she's not going to wimp out now.

After perhaps another mile or so, she has to ask, "Do you see lights up there?"

[WILDCARD]

[She's new and building CR and tbh she has no idea why she's out here. If you wanna start something, I'll totally roll with it, or hit me up via PM or discord @ spycraft#8441 and let's plot!]

Grotto

[milesedgelord]

After hours of wandering around the forest, Miles found himself in the grotto surrounded by its beautiful sights. He had his organizer out and was taking notes on his path here so he could hopefully find his way out again. Perhaps, it was the heat or the grotto's freeing influence, but he slipped out of his coat and removed his cravat.

He was so absorbed in looking at the various flora around him, he hadn't noticed that he wasn't alone. When he did, he awkwardly adjusted his glasses before speaking.

"...Are you one of those who had sent the distress call?"

Jenny | Doctor Who

[timedaughter]

WITHIN THE FOREST
Jenny entered the forest with Emori's crew, concerned for the people of Dranbu, but thrilled to have something meaningful to do. Adventure was a way of life for Jenny, and if she was going to be planet-bound here, she intended to make the most of it.

[Consider this a wildcard! Throw a starter at me or feel free to hit me up on plurk for plotting!]


I. ALL ROADS LEAD TO —
They're temptations, and temptations, especially so many that come so readily at the slightest provocation, scream of trap. The first one hadn't been too obvious -- she'd wanted a place to sit and think, and the next thing Jenny knew, she'd found the loveliest little clearing with a felled tree covered in a thick, inviting cushion of moss. She'd sat readily enough, and had a good think, then decided on a good direction and wandered on. The alarms had only started ringing distantly in her head when she'd thought about rations, mildly concerned about how long she'd and the others might be lost in the forest, and she'd walked right into an abundant patch of berry bushes.

Jenny had paused, considered, and carefully passed them by without eating or collecting a single berry.

It was when she had come across a river after thinking she was a bit thirsty that the alarm bells began ringing in earnest. She had not heard the river as she had approached. She should have heard it a long way off. Refusing to drink, Jenny deliberately turned her back and walked in the opposite direction, a purpose in her stride that would have warned of danger to anyone familiar with her father's mannerisms.

Jenny was not happy to have lost her friends, was not happy at the glimpses she kept catching of unusual creatures who evaded her, and was very, very unhappy with whoever was attempting to close a trap around her.

"When I find you, whoever or whatever you are, you are going to be very sorry," she declared firmly to the forest around her.


II. BARTHALA'S GROTTO —
Nudity wasn't a problem for Jenny. The problem was that currently, it wasn't her idea. She was keenly aware of that, even as she felt the ongoing urge to undress. Stubbornly she ignored it, trying to get a better read on where the idea was coming from. She was close, she could tell this place was bursting with some sort of power, but the source still eluded her.

It didn't help that it was all just so nice. The grotto was beautiful, and under other circumstances Jenny would have been more than happy to look more closely at all the flora and fauna and have a good time. And the whole place felt so welcoming, so comforting. Jenny was beginning to suspect that whatever was behind all this wasn't being deliberately malicious, but that didn't change the fact that people were being stolen, were missing their memories and having their bodies changed without consent. That didn't fly, and there was an old saying about good intentions, wasn't there?

Hearing a noise somewhere behind her, she turned.

all roads

[1701]

The obligingly helpful forest doesn't quite know what to do with Jim. An experienced survivalist, he's not one to succumb to needs like wanting to sit down or wanting cold water - he's got that in the bag. He wants his crew to be awake, his wants his friends not to be vanished into total nonsense wilderness. The trees just lamely part way for him, as if faintly guilty for not being able to offer something more substantial.

One the other hand, maybe it's his desire to find people that gets him shuffled in the direction of someone else. Even if they aren't lost.

"What am I sorry for?" he calls ahead, not wanting to sneak up on anybody. "If it's abducting people, you got the wrong guy."

TJ Johansen | Stargate: Universe

[stargatemedic]

[WITHIN THE FOREST]

Hearing that a society may be in distress causes TJ to pack a bag and offer to go and check things out. If there are people in danger, who knows what they may need? It feels a bit like home - or, rather, the mission of the SGC - and she very nearly sends both Colonel Sheppard and Doctor McKay a message before going. Deciding against it (the Colonel has his own stuff to deal with and venturing outside the comfort of Olympia doesn't really seem to be Rodney's thing), she decides to go on her own.

What she finds just past the snow is not what she's expecting. Instead, she ends up deeper in the forest than she was expecting. The different trees seem unlike anything she's ever seen before and, though she's not especailly tired, she has to admit that she's been working harder than she's been wanting to. Maybe it just feels that way, but the moment she leans against the tree and closes her eyes, she forgets what she was intended to do.

Moments pass and she opens her eyes to catch sight of someone walking nearby.

"I don't know if you've noticed, but the trees are practically made to take naps in."

[INFLUENCES 25+ please]

It's while searching for new plants that TJ accidentally kicks up the white flowered pollen. Unaware of it's aphrodisiac properties, she bends to search for more in the underbrush, gathering the tiny flowers in a pile in her vest pockets. As the minutes pass, she begins to feel uneasy, then warm, then aroused and it's as that arousal hits that she realizes that she's made a horrible mistake.

Divesting herself of the flowers first, the vest second, she searches for a source of water in which to wash her hands. Perhaps if she can clean her skin and dust off her clothes fast enough, the symptoms will subside?

"Hey," she says, interrupting someone else's path through the forest. "Have you seen a river, or a waterfall, maybe a lake? I really need to wash--" At the same time, she's hurriedly brushing her clothes off, not thinking of the consequences.

[YOUR NEW (NEW) LIFE]

It's been days and TJ hasn't been in communication with anyone she knows. If anyone decides to come look for her, she's playing at holistic doctor in this beautiful town, where all her friends are.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she says when confronted. "I've lived here for as long as I can remember."

[WILDCARD]

[In it to win it! Hit me with your best shot - need a medic? want a wacky sidekick or a shoulder to cry on? how about a partner to go exploring? if there's something you wanna do but I haven't written it here, let me know or put up a starter and I'll roll with it!]

within the forest

[beatupgrass]

"Yeah, and that's how people get killed."

Except Rocket hasn't seen anything that's even remotely threatening. The Wyver jungles and the Hollow near Olympia and even the woods they first came through when they landed were full of untold dangers, but this place is just pleasant. Rocket's rampant paranoia comes in fits and starts, but as soon as he starts to relax, he's back into it.

Still, this place is so nice, even his sarcasm and worry is muted. "They ain't great for climbing though. I've been trying to see how far we're out from the village. This place is a little too quiet for me." Kind of. He might be protesting a bit too much, there.

MOLLYMAUK TEALEAF | OTA

[mollymocked]

i.

[Molly is a content traveler, especially given that he's better on the move. Being alone is another animal entirely, but even if he doesn't find Nott or Caleb, he finds other people just as soon as the panic sets in, which is nice, if not a bit unsettling.

Stumbling upon the fairy circle in an idyllic meadow is a stroke of luck that momentarily distracts him and despite any protests about NOT TOUCHING STRANGE CIRCLES, Molly steps inside. Nothing happens at first, which is disappointing but serves to prove there was nothing worth worrying about... Until the meadow begins to shift to become a gentle flat piece of land on the bank of a quiet lake streaked with wheel tracks and a path leading through the rest of Josa Forest. Molly squints and thinks of something else and the scenery changes to a field full of different flowers- snapdragons and carnations and dandelions and punctuated with the occasional rose bush on the periphery.

Molly throws his hands out and does a graceful bow, and speaks with a theatrical cant to his voice.] Behold, I am king of the faeries. Nature bows to my whim. I am lord of all I see.

[Look, he hasn't gotten to have any fun since he got here. Leave him alone.]

ii.

[The last time Molly found a cavern behind a waterfall, it had been little more than a hidey hole with a skeleton, but it had still been a new experience and one he's eager to repeat. He sheds his coat, boots, and all but one of his swords, and drops into the basin, submerging briefly before coming back up to address whatever people have followed him into this portion of the forest, nodding towards the waterfall.]

I've done this before. It's amazing. Completely worth it.


iii. (potential for 18+ material)

[While Molly's whims have been sated a few times, it's still hard to focus knowing Caleb and Nott are elsewhere. He hopes those two will take care of one another, because if they're separated, it'll truly be hell, but if they're together, then at least there's that. Still...

The Grotto offers true respite from that. Molly sheds his coat, followed by his linen shirt, followed by his boots and belt and lays there, sans everything but his trousers with his back pressed against the soft dewy meadow grass. He's never seen flowers quite like the ones he's surrounded by, and half-heartedly debates taking a few to carry back in case Yasha wakes up soon.

The thought passes- she should come see them for herself and sooner rather than later!- and he starts to idly drift into a comfortable sleep, breathing in the scent of the sweet-smelling weed. Something about it brings a quiver to the pit of his stomach and his back arches a bit instinctively as if reaction to some unseen bit of stimuli.

And then someone else enters his little sanctum. Molly opens one eye lazily.] Well. You're going somewhere in a hurry.

[It doesn't even matter what pace they were moving. Everything seems to have slowed down for him in this state of such clear zen. A leisurely walk seems like a marathon in comparison.]

iv.

[By the time, they've reached the village, all of Molly's good feelings have gone and left him, leaving him a little bit prickly and even more shaken up by how strange everyone is acting. As someone with minimal memories, himself, this is kind of beyond upsetting and part of him wants to say fuck it and let people sort out their new lives for themselves, but the other half is deeply irritated about the state he's found many of his friends in, and would like to stop.

He just needs to find someone in their right head. Easier said that done, of course. In lieu of anything else to do, he just starts invading random people's personal space and staring down (or up if they're taller) at them.] Hi. I'm conducting a very important survey. Are you fully aware of our situation and not being stupid about it? You can be monosyllabic. It's not as complicated a question as you think.

[Fuck, if this keeps up, he will goddamn start using Charm Person over the course of as many long rests as it takes to knock sense into people.]

v.

[wildcard option! Molly is unaffected, but will be doing his damndest to herd any of his friends taken by the forest.]

iv!

[quintessent]

[Allura takes a step back when the tall, purple man with horns suddenly invades her space, and there's not a lick of recognition in her eyes as they flicker from his face, to somewhere beside them, as if maybe he's addressing someone else, but sure enough he's catching her with that piercing gaze, and she frowns,]

I am afraid I don't know what you are talking about...

[That's 0/1 Molly. Allura's hands fist into her skirts nervously,] I think you may be confusing me with someone else.

[As if there's a lot of white-haired girls with pink markings around here.]

(ooc note: I decided I wanted to do more with the memory loss/new life stuff instead of the animal transformation! Let me know if this doesn't work for you or if you want to do something different!)

Ren Suzugamori | Cardfight!! Vanguard

[thedarkbond]

[A: Within the Forest]
(i. all roads lead to...)

[After hearing the initial message on the disappearances, Ren had figured going into the forest alone might present the kind of risk that isn't really that appealing to him. Nonetheless, it sounds as if things are getting worse, so maybe at least being in the vicinity to help out is a good idea.

Even the edges are a warning of sorts, though. Having a decade of experience with powers that can show him his strongest desires whenever he pleases means he's unfortunately familiar with the style of manipulation this forest's magic favours. He's only barely at the edge of the trees, and he can feel a certain false serenity to the whole thing.

He doesn't let that show at all on his face, though, instead painting a picture of distracted awe to misguide as to his intentions.] Oh, how beautiful...

[If he hears anyone else coming through the foliage and headed towards the forest, he'll turn his head towards them with a smile and approach without hesitation (but with a small, polite wave).] Are you going in too? I keep hearing going alone is a bad idea...

(ii. barthala's grotto)

[Well. This place is...different.

Ren's hands sink deep into his coat pockets as soon as he gets close enough into the vicinity of the grotto to feel that shift in attitude - to disguise the fidgeting of his fingers and twist into the inner pockets, resisting the temptation to disrobe. It's not something he does without cause (otherwise it's just boring, to him), and he's a little too proud to let an external influence overcome him that easily.

Still, there's something visibly more steely and stubborn about his manner right now despite his at-ease smile, something that might be more easily noticed by people he knows and has volunteered to travel into the forest with. Even so, he seems more amused by the predicament than anything regardless of whether he's dealing with someone new or someone familiar, gaze passing over anyone who's elected to give in and abandon their clothing with no more concern than if they were fully dressed.

Bar anyone he's expressed prior interest in, who might be getting something slightly more attentive and evaluating.]

Well, I was expecting a warm welcome after all that, but this is a bit more effort than most people go to, don't you think~?

--

[B: Dranbu]

[While Ren technically should be more business-minded here - he has enough baggage regarding lost memories that he's not really interested in letting anyone who's been changed by this place stay that way for longer than he has to - curiosity overrides just about anything else when it comes to him. So it's not difficult to find him around the various areas of Dranbu doing some exploring.

Particularly, he may be found at the shops in Dranbu proper, largely poring over accessories catered to the various kinds of people here. He's not the most spatially-aware person in the world (or at least, he pretends not to be), so excuse him if he ends up awkwardly pushing his head under your arm like an emerging cat while stretching to reach something else on a market table with the barest, vaguest attempt at an "excuse me..." once he realises he's there, which may be a good several seconds later.

Alternately, Stroln and its unusual plant life draw his attention quickly and easily, and it's very easy to find him among the stranger plants growing in this vicinity, scenting flowers and tracing fingers over petals with a delicate air. It seems this is something of very genuine interest to him, and if he finds a nice enough flower, he'll approach anyone who happens to be wandering by and offer it out for them with a wide smile and a "smell it~" with no other context.

Though he may on occasion choose a particularly pungent or bizarre-smelling one for the purposes of his own amusement. But that smile is innocent to a fault, enough that it really seems like a genuine misunderstanding...]

--

[C: Wildcard]

[[I'm interested in the "influences" 18+ prompt, but only for existing CR currently - Ren probably wouldn't be travelling the forest alone, so if you're interested in potentially doing that prompt with him and your character is someone he knows well enough to willingly investigate the forest with, feel free to hit me up to figure something out!

Aside from that, Ren's probably going to be poking around Dranbu and surrounds a fair bit because of the novelty of it, rather than take the risk of going into the forest alone (not the kind of risk he's a big fan of...). I'm also open to threads in other regions if any of his CR need support or something - Ren will be unaffected by the forest's transforming influence.]]

All Roads Lead To...

[sullenstallion]

Oh...you're that one kid.

[Maybe 'kid' is pushing it. Dylas can't get a good read on this guy's age. Ren seems both friendly and a little mysterious. Either way, he's not distrustful enough of Ren to ignore him, and instead stops at the entrance to the forest and waits for him to catch up. He crosses his arms and lets his tail lash back and forth, pleased for now that their second meeting isn't in some pleasure district alleyway.]

It's nothing I can't handle, but if you're afraid, you can tag along, I guess.

Clementine l The Walking Dead

[darraig]

[Clementine had been initially figuring to basically kind of camp near the stasis pods where she found Lee and AJ asleep. But when she hears about the distress call, she wants to try and help if she can. If someone was in trouble. That and it's an excuse to get to know this place better. Figure her bearings more. Sort of.

She figures some supplies. A change of clothes, some food and water. Some basics that aren't too heavy to carry.]

I:

[Clementine, evidently, is new so doesn't know her way around. Doesn't necessarily know quite what to expect from this place. Still, she doesn't expect or question the convenience of finding say, a stream when she starts getting thirsty, or some berries when she wonders on how long they might be out here, how long her food she packed might last.

But she doesn't realize what is going on to question it, merely thinks she might have convenient timing. Since there's no such magic or powers or whatever back home, that it isn't the first thing that comes to mind to explain this, for her at least.]

This is lucky? I was just thinking I was thirsty.

II:

[The most she takes off at first is her jacket and then her hoodie. Under that, the sleeves don't quite manage to hide the brand at her arm. Marking her as one of the New Frontier back home that she was no longer part of any more.

Clementine isn't used to feeling so at peace. Not in a long time. So of course she savors the feeling. While part of her knows she should probably be more cautious. Be more wary of this, she can't help but embrace it all the same. To have something of a break from being constantly on edge. To be free of responsibility over others, or at least AJ specifically. If only for a while.]

Wildcard?

[Clementine is new so I'm keen for whatever people want to throw at her. If you want to plot something specific, PM and I can give my contact details for Plurk/Discord?]

I

[braidedwonder]

[ Duo has been here long enough that the entire thing is giving him the heebies a little. Things are just popping up a little too conveniently for his liking, but thankfully war training and the rest meant he'd packed enough snacks and water to sustain himself for a while without needing outside sources.

Clementine asks about the water and Duo cracks a bit of a smile, shrugging black-clad shoulders a bit unceremoniously as he thinks about it. ]

I dunno. You got any water on you so you don't have to drink anything out of here? Might be a good call.

[ He pauses, shifting his own back pack slightly before explaining. ]

Usually there's more than what you can see going on when it comes to these places when we first explore. So it might do well to just leave it.

kairi | kingdom hearts

[heartslight]

i;

[ Kairi's one who's been taken by the forest, unfortunately — and any who know of her existence here may have noticed she's gone missing recently.

Though should anyone find her, she'll have ... some differences in her appearance. She's mostly the same — same pink dress as always, same smile. But now she's sporting some rabbit ears, sticking right up from her head, as well as a small bushy tail which is unfortunately unseen under her dress.

Having lost her memories, she's been spending much of her time in the local fields, stringing flowers together to make bracelets and charms, reminiscent of what she'd normally have done with seashells. For some strange reason, she enjoys the activity and it gives her peace. Having no previous memories to go on, it's all she really has. ]

ii;

[ Kairi has had the unfortunate experience of brushing past a cutpurse willow. And while she doesn't currently have any objects for it to steal from her, she does have her tall rabbit ears. So before she can realize it, there's a vine wrapping around one of them, stopping her in her tracks. ]

Huh —?

[ And then pulling upwards, which is really not comfortable when the thing it's pulling on is attached to your head. ]

Ouch — hey, cut it out! Let go!

[ Time to pull on her ear and hope someone nearby is kind enough to do something? ]

iii;

[ So Kairi's noticed the thalassa shells she's kept within her small pouch, which have made their way from her home world to this one. And it's ... strange, because while she's meant to not remember them right now, they stir a strange feeling within her heart. Not strong enough to break the spell, but strong enough to make her curious.

So she makes her way up to anyone who comes near, holding one out. ]

Do you know where this is from? I haven't seen any around here.

[ There's no ocean nearby, is there ...? She hasn't seen any in all her time in this forest, and it's weird. ]

wildcard;

[ Feel free to come at me with something else! ]

iii

[braidedwonder]

[ Duo is unfortunately not very well versed in oceans to begin with. As a spacer by birth, the young man has barely explored Earth enough past destroying military bases, wreaking havoc and hanging out at one of Quatre's many expensive bungalows to know one shell from another. So, with shells presented to him there's a little frown that crosses his face, as if trying to riddle out if there's an ocean for himself as well. ]

Uh... nah.. they don't look familiar to me. [ Narrowly resisting the urge to reach out and touch just to see what it feels like, here, Duo just tips his head and shifts to get a look from another angle. ]

I don't even think there's an ocean around here. Did you find 'em here or like.. on you?

mamoru hijikata. uddup.

[prizeneck]

Country Roads, Take me Home - AKA All Roads Lead To-(A LITTLE BIT OF FOREST DWELLING, A LITTLE BIT OF INFLUENCES, AND A VERY ANGRY SWORDSMAN)

[His hand reaches out to move a branch aside and he steps forward – one step, two steps – onto a track that starts from the rim of thicker vegetation. He feels the shrubbery move back to its position behind him, the rustle of leaves a little too intense in comparison to his own motion. A weak attempt at a door closing at his back, giving him little choice to move but forward.

Mamoru’s brow slants – twists his knees, digs his heels just enough to feel the texture of the ground below him, the sound it makes with his weight, motion, and force. A reference of what he should be expecting were someone to step closer. As he lets the system in his shades take in everything around him – it captures soundwaves and projects his surroundings right into his retinas, a technological patch on his blindness – he feels something strange, and it’s not due to the contrast of the technic against the essence of the place.

He’s accustomed to the way nature behaves, has been since he’s a child. But while the nature he’s used to is an ecosystem over a cluster of habitats and turfs. A perfect balance in a dichotomy.

The air around him thickens as he begins to step forward, it seeps into him with each breath, clings to his skin. His fingers itch – there’s a thought to drop the makeshift spear (a sturdy pole with a fisherman’s knife tied fast to an end) in his hand and shrug down the jacket on him. It’s warm, tropical, stifling.

Mamoru zips the jacket up closed – lips pulled back, up, a grimace that mixes with a snarl when he spots a place to sleep, just right to his left on a vantage point. Convenient.

Suspicious.

He does lean down to smell at the stream he comes across after checking its surroundings, cups the water in his hands and sips at it. Crouching, he arches an eyebrow at whoever he spots approaching, also looking for fresh water. ]

Ain’t really right, is it? [He means the place. But you take it the way you want to take it.]

Hey I just met you, and this is crazy - AKA A network blip

UN: BLADE [AUDIO]
» Anyone know how one can get a weapon around here?

All cats are grey in the caves - AKA The Boundaries Beyond

[Going through the caves is a little better. More of a challenge and the air doesn’t seem to treacle close, wanting to sweeten him up into its leniency. Once in the caves, Mamoru felt like shaking out the entanglement he almost pictures himself in, the pull as disturbing and gut-wrenching as it seemed tranquil and blissful.

He snaps his fingers, checks the system he has a slight wobble with the echo of the sound. Huh.

Better.

So he steps carefully deeper into the caves and can be found tracing with his fingers at an engraving in the walls that he doesn’t really understand. He feels a draft shift his hair, so he knows some sort of exit to the outside is near.]

On all levels except physical, I am a wolf. Woof. - AKA Wildcard

[This dude is fresh from the newbie batch and I’m open to anything! He's grumpy, yes, but he doesn't appreciate anything that attempts to inebriate you somehow. Also Mamoru isn’t turning into an animal, don’t worry, so if you want he can also petsit. Questions? HMU @ discord jackuzis#7200 or Plurk @ mikefoxtrot.]

but here's my number so call me maybe| un: ROCKET

[beatupgrass]

Judging by your name, I'm gonna go out on a limb and assume you want a sword.

padmé amidala | ota

[officio]

i. i've got a bad feeling about this | into the forest

[ for Padmé, being a recent arrival isn't an excuse to sit back and do nothing. mysterious disappearances and a distress call seem like something important, and so here she is: not too far into the forest, no, just so that the snow is starting to melt around her feet, that it's starting to be warm enough to discard the heavy cloak she'd draped around herself for the trip to the colder parts of land.

she stands underneath a tree that's gracious enough not to drip water all over her, and all but glares suspiciously at the path that leads further into the forest. it's a convenient thing, traveling with someone who can tell there's something wrong, but waiting has never been her favourite thing to do... and she thinks she would have found the forest suspicious, warning or no. ]

I don't like this, [ she mutters and crosses her arms. ]

ii. your eyes can deceive you | inside the forest

[ having grown up in such a lush, beautiful planet as Naboo, she should feel more than comfortable in the forest, but there's something in this particular one that only makes her want to leave it, not explore it further. instead of continuing on the path, Padmé turns and starts heading back towards the exit... but not to leave.

( a. ) instead, if she encounters anyone else on the way, especially anyone on their own, she'll walk up to them and ask, ]

Are you here for the distress call as well? [ because it doesn't seem like a smart idea to go further in the forest on your own, and she's going to stop anyone else from disappearing, if she can.

( b. ) or, if whoever's approaching happens to have anything resembling a gun of any sort, her question changes: ]

Excuse me, where did you get that? I hoped I would've been given one after waking up, especially with how things seem to be down here, but no. [ and she could really, really use a blaster.

( c. ) waiting in a forest that's trying to mess with your head isn't a particularly enjoyable pastime, and several times she thinks she hears something, a noise, some leaves rustling like they might if a large animal was to trot over them. after the third (or fifth? seventh? she's not quite sure anymore) time hearing the sound, she finally calls out, ]

Hello? Is there anyone there?

iii. a wilderness card.

[ nothing here tickle your fancy? want to do something else? feel free to write up a different prompt (can take place elsewhere, too) or hit me up with a PM or over on plurk @ celen! padmé's not going to be affected by the transformations or anything else, so she can babysit the people who are if needed, too. ]

ii-b

[beatupgrass]

I made it. [So matter of fact.] Not here, specifically, but I do, on occasion, cobble together things that are sort of gun-like with what I've got handy... Okay, they're mostly bombs, but I'm working on it. The tech here is iffy.

[He squints up at her. She's got a princess-y vibe, but if she's interested in defending herself instead of being defended, she's officially fine by him.] Not that it's gonna matter here. I ain't seen anything threatening since we got here.

Duo Maxwell | Gundam Wing

[braidedwonder]

i. pre-forest adventure

[ With the call to arms so to speak, and a chance to seek out a new adventure in a new place? Duo Maxwell is fast to pack a bag. His little home in Wyver is becoming a bit dusty and cluttered over time with how often the braided gundam pilot spends away from the little tree house he’d gotten while Heero had been back – but a man doesn’t make silver to stuff away like a hoarding dragon by sitting around and feeling lonely. So instead he packs a bag with as much dried food and water as he can carry sensibly through a forest, tucking a gun in to his waist band and a knife in to his boots as usual, prepared for war in the most basic of senses.

He slides down the last few rungs of the ladder to his home with a certain pep to his step, and pats the foot of his gundam as he goes by, as if for good luck, that devil-may-care smile sliding back on to his face like butter melting to a pan. ]

Ready to roll?

ii. within the forest

[ The very first thing Duo notes about the forest is the heavy atmosphere. He isn’t sure if it’s flashes of his life before coming to Nysa or the smell around him, but anyone travelling with Duo will find he is much less apt to joke and smile at the moment, and always seems to be scanning the horizon for what danger may be next.

The metallic smell, of course, doesn’t help.. Deathscythe’s pilot will wrinkle his nose and mutter: ]

Why the fuck does it have to smell like blood?

I. [ By virtue of all of Duo’s need to pack away necessities as if he’s going away for a long trip, there’s not much he needs. Other than to find the source of all of this, to see if he can figure out what the hell is going on and why people are disappearing. For him, the path ahead seems clear and fixed, even if he takes his time to look around and make sure he isn’t being tailed thanks to that uncanny prickling at the back of his neck that he’s being watched.

He’ll discourage people he passes by from straying from the path, offering up water, berries, dried products as he can coax people back on to the path. ]

Listen, this stuff is hardly ever as easy as they make it seem. Eyes on the prize, uh?

II. [ Barthala’s grotto is a… trip, to say the least. For a Spacer who barely deemed Earth okay enough to step out and experience even a single thunderstorm.. butterflies flying in his face or landing in his hair aren’t exactly what Duo wants. He gives on that lands on that long braid a certainly venomous bit of a glare, but the colorful little insect goes unbothered, and he isn’t vengeful enough for a smashing.

Despite all of that.. he finds himself stripping out of that necessary layer of leather jacket to tuck it in to his back pack, though so far he’s managed to not strip entirely.

So far. ]

I feel like… this is a reward or something. I don’t know.

iii. go beyond

[ A placated life of the same old same old has never been on Duo’s wavelength. The restless Deathscythe pilot lasts in Dranbu maybe a few days before he’s restless and itching to move, twitching over the chance to go and do anything, everything. Anyone who knows him will probably be unsurprised that his little corner of Dranbu is soon abandoned along with any sign he was ever there, back pack back on his back and adventures outside of Dranbu on the course.

Whilst out in the wilds, other adventurers may happen upon Duo’s camp fire and the boy propped up on his back pack, rocks, whatever he can possibly keep a look out on, keeping warm and.. honestly just relaxing out in the wilds.

Upon happening on either Phares or Stroln Duo doesn’t linger long – just enough to refill his stores and probably a few drinks or flirtacious conversations, but he’s back out in the forest before he has a chance to even think about settling down. ]

iii

[icingonthecake]

Axel noticed the smell, too, and it's honestly a strange experience for him. He's used to combat, used to destroying Heartless and lesser Nobodies, but... they don't bleed, so this lingering, almost cloying coppery scent of blood is fairly new to him, and it leaves him a little unsettled.

"I dunno," he admits, sliding his hands into his pockets and shaking his head, "but I mean... I guess there are worse things it could smell like, right?"

It could smell like that horrible fermented bean stuff Vexen used to heat beneath the kotatsu back in the castle. Axel would take coppery blood over that any day, thanks.

[emori]

WITHIN THE FOREST

[So a rescue mission was already planned. At the least, Emori recruited some people, and hopefully they're near her as she heads out. She follows the leader and heads into the forest.

It isn't long before Emori is burning up, to the point that she wants to shed her clothes. She has a mitten on her mutated hand, for the sake of the others and not for herself. When the rain starts, she lifts her head and sighs.]

I. ALL ROADS LEAD TO —

[The path is clear. She sees it. But Emori cannot keep herself from stopping and enjoying the view. Getting up close to the pond and watching the fish-- wondering if they're delicious.

The forest's path leads her to berries, and she sits down to eat a handful. There's a bit of juice on the sides of her lips but she doesn't care. She feels wonderful. Emori wants to share the berries, so she heads back to the path with the bottom of her shirt used as a basket for them.] Have some! Aren't you hungry?

III. INFLUENCES — (18+) either for mofi or awkward encounters w/o smut for everyone else.

[Back on track (thanks whoever was strong enough to do that), Emori follows the path through the forest, this time watching the person in front of her. She keeps her eyes on the path and doesn't partake in any of the delightful things it offers.

Suddenly, she sneezes. It's a sneeze that feels good and she realizes everything feels good. Emori starts to walk slower, and her eyes droop. She touches her stomach, slipping her hand under her shirt.] Goddamn.

WILDCARD

Anything else? Something from the other prompts that I lazily did not do? If you have a question, you can PM me or get me at gnomeskull

III. INFLUENCES

[mofi]

[ Murphy is walking ahead and feeling pretty down good about himself. He is so sure of himself and everything just feels right.

The white flowers, that scatter the forest floor, go unnoticed. They look innocent enough so Murphy doesn't pay them any mind as they traipse through the forest and inevitably kicking up pollen. He hears Emori say something and slowly spins around on the heels off his boots. ] Something wrong?

frank castle 💀 the punisher

[bellare]

all roads

---

Frank unzips his jacket as he heads deeper into the woods, thinking he's just a little out of shape at first — winded, maybe. But he realizes soon after it's a good ten degrees warmer as sweat starts beading up on his chest. Maybe this wasn't such a great idea, especially considering he lost track of the group he came here with already somehow. That really shouldn't be possible with his training, but this place has a way of turning him around; of disorientating him. The heat pulls up under his skin, reminding him of the desert and suddenly, there's a spring just in front of him and damn, does that look inviting. It also can't be real though, right?

He dips his hand in and sighs at the perfectly refreshing temperature. Okay, even if this is a mirage? He's in. Anyone who happens upon Frank will find him in a clearing with his boots and jacket next to him and his pants rolled up so he can leave his feet in the water up to his ankles. It might be hard to snap him out of the scene, but the second someone does he'll be on solid ground again, the temperature just this side of nippy, shivering a little even though he's dry and bundled once more.

barthala's grotto

cw:alcoholism

---

This place is beautiful, even he has to appreciate just how much. A butterfly lands on his finger and he lifts his hand to study the creature before it flits away again. More and more come, landing on his nose and shoulders and in his hair.

"I feel like a goddamn Disney princess," he admits to no one in particular. It doesn't take him long to feel the effects of the plants all around him, and he stumbles until he can sit on the forest floor. He super hates being drugged, it's hella inconvenient. "So much for six months sober, assholes." Frank laughs once, dully, pulling a chip out of his pocket and spinning it between his fingers. So much for this place keeping him on the straight and narrow. Or his version of it, anyway. He tosses it carelessly away from himself in the grass.

your new life

a.k.a. Sheriff Castle

---

Did you do something not-good? Or maybe you've been affected by the forest turning everyone into wildlife. Frank isn't above a little animal control duty. Every time he throws a person or animal-person in lock-up, however, there's this inexplicable tingling at the base of his skull like something is off. But then every time someone smiles at him or brings him a coffee or any mundane thing, he adjusts his badge and hat and forgets what he was worried about. Could be indigestion, or just too much caffeine maybe. He really has to start drinking more water.

He does his rounds every night, making sure the prisoners are comfortable and not causing any trouble. It's not normal that these animals sort of look like people and he's pretty sure they were getting aggressive with each other out in the woods, right? Except he can't remember why that's strange at all.

"Just make yourself at home, son. You're in for a long, boring night." His favorites tbh. Frank makes his way back to his tiny office to catch up on some local reading.

boundaries beyond

---

As he walks farther and farther from the invisible boundaries around Dranbu, it's as if he can physically feel the curse being lifted. He can identify everything that happened to him because of that place and now he's free, but a lot of people are still back there. He swallows and turns back around. Things always go great when he plays hero, so how is he supposed to resist the opportunity?

[ feel free to wildcard him though i'm not going the spouse route for new life memories, feel free to assume any basic cr you like from acquaintances to friends/frenemies. also if you prefer brackets i'll switch style no problem and if you want to plot anything else slide on over here! i'm hotdog#0520 on disco for anything else. ]

BARTHALA'S GROTTO

[emori]

Emori stumbles in what looks like a sleep walk to Frank's side. With a squeak, she drops down beside him. First onto her knees and then back onto her bum. Butterflies swarm her as well, and she shakes her head to make them go away.

"I've seen Disney. On the Ring, in the archives. Before the first nuclear... thing."

She's a little too bogged down by the smell of those plants. Emori smiles at Frank and watches him throw the chip away. "What was that??" She crawls into the grass, fumbling for the chip. "I need to find it, it's lost, I need to find it."

Genjo Sanzo | Saiyuki

[smithandwesson]

I. Entering The Forest

[Sanzo was begrudging to take part in the rescue efforts. More-so because he was worried about it being yet another tactic by any extremists who may have held any sore feelings about the recent fall of Ysverai to further harm the Thessan refugees. Or worse, it could be someone holding a grudge over Dharma's sacrifice.

Their safety had been precariously threatened in similar situations after all. It wouldn't be far-fetched to assume that this could have been another similar attempt to the previous ones.

And yet, thanks to that incessant beeping his phone wouldn't stop making, here he found himself, standing before what was once the main entrance to Dranbu.]

Well... Shit...

[Welp! The only way to get past tangling vines was to cut ones way through... Right?]

Oy! You! You got something on you that might destroy this blockade? Come on over here and make yourself useful!

[He screams out fairly demandingly, seeing if he can catch the attention of anyone who may be of help.]

II. No Aphrodisiac Event Has Worked On Him Yet, What Makes You Think This One Would? (18+)

[Although entry into the forest had been tedious and somewhat off-putting, travel within it had been surprisingly serene. The luscious foliage was stunning to look at while still fairly easy to traverse through. And although it had felt like he was being followed all this time, he could understand why it would have been easy to lose yourself in such a sight (and ultimately end up lost within it).

It was only as he swore he heard a voice and saw the bushes rustle for the umpteenth time that he decided to point it out.]

Who's there!? Show yourself!

[And with no response did he decide his patience had worn a little too thin. Taking out his gun and glaring directly at the bush.]

Fine then... If you won't come out...

[And so he made a running charge, jumping through the foliage only to disrupt the flowers that had been idly minding their own business, causing them to rustle and scatter pollen everywhere (including all over Sanzo's already white robes). Jumping from one clearing into the next with his gun pointed at whoever happened to be standing there on the other side.]

All right. You have one second to tell me what the big idea is before I blow your brains out.

[And, as if to prove his point, does he pull back the hammer of his gun, causing it to click.]

III. Meow-Roar Fiddle-De-Dee, You Are A Furry

[What a boring day.

As usual, the weather seemed as bright and cheerful as always and the town was as peaceful as it could have ever had been. Getting up, Kouryuu was quick to shower and tend to the dense golden mane that had surrounded his head. Yawning out and exposing each sharp pearly white in his mouth before changing into his usual uniform which had been covered in radiant colors and elaborate beading.

A spiritual leader to Barthala's light was never done after all.

First, there were the morning meditations that took place within Barthala's Grove. And then there were the prayer ceremonies along the base of the great tree. And of course, no day was ever done without the plethora of official documents that needed to be looked through in order to help sort and plan spiritual events within the community.

By the end of the day, he had felt tired, and moderately bored. Sitting in his office to the best of his ability while trying to keep his tail from twitching or his paws from tapping too much.

And then, thankfully, he heard the door open.]

Oh. Perfect timing. I was just about to send this off to Phares's witch doctor for the light ceremony. Truthfully was thinking about going out there myself. Been meaning to check out the old village and see how everyone was doing for some time now. But having some companionship to keep the journey from growing stale would be-- Huh?

[He looked up. His Violet eyes blinking in disbelief.]

... What the hell are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be back home? Something's not wrong, is it?

WILDCARD!

((OOC: Want to throw another propmpt at the angry lion-monk? Have any questions you wish to throw at me? Feel free to leave a top level here or feel free to send me a message or contact me @ chohakkaifan!))

Allura | OTA always!

[quintessent]

I. I guess this is goodbye
[Something was wrong.

Not in the normal way that things were wrong, like being chased by Galra fighters, or stalked by any of El Nysa's many fauna (or flora, really, this place was dangerous). But things in Josa forest were peaceful. Almost suspiciously so. The first time Allura happened upon the perfect sitting spot when she was getting a touch tired, she'd considered it a boon, but before long the coincidences were stacking up to the point that when she found a bushel of delectable looking berries, she walked straight past, regardless of how her stomach growled.

And the forgetfulness. Her memories had been a little weird ever since her first return-trip to stasis, but she felt foggy. One minute she would get it in her head to snap a branch, use it as a marker to make sure she wasn't going in circles, then the next, she was staring at the broken tree, wondering just what had happened to it. It caused a curl of anxiety in her gut, which only gets worse as she turns to a nearby person and genuinely can't remember if they'd been traveling together all of this time, or if they'd just run into each other moments before.]

I think we need to leave.

[Before she forgets why they came in her to begin with.]


II. I know things now
[She was happy.

It's a simple life she leads, tending her father's apothecary. She was still but a fledgling when it came to the trade, but there was always need for someone to watch over the store (for a father that was never around, though Allura's cloudy memories constantly shifted to make up for his absence). Or to go out into the forest for necessary materials, as task she was quite fond of and her trips into the forest would stretch into hours as she constantly was lured deeper within, enticed by a quiet napping spot, or a beautiful grove. It felt like an escape, although when she thought about it too hard, she couldn't put her finger on just what she needed an escape from in the first place.]

a. [It's been several days since her initial disappearance into Dranbu, and if you're one of her friends on the hunt for her, it might equal parts relieving and annoying to just... happen upon her, sitting peacefully in the forest, skirts hiked up to her knees as she dangles her feet in the clear water of one of Josa forest's scattered ponds. For those familiar with her, her posture is entirely relaxed, deeply content, and there's a happy tune that's she's humming as she watches her reflection in the pool.

When she hears a shifting of the brush nearby, the humming stops and she straightens.]

...Is there somebody there?

b. [As much as it tempted her otherwise, she always returned home, to the small shop she recognized as her father's. Plants and tinctures line the shelves, and there's some boxes to be sorted before nightfall. The tinny bell hanging near the door rings as someone enters, and Allura turns,]

Welcome! I'm afraid my father isn't in right now... is there something I can help you with?

III. Wildcard!
[You know how this works! Give me something and I'll roll with it, or send me a message if you want to plan anything!]

(ooc note: I know in plotting I mentioned animal transformations but I decided I wanted to play more with the memory loss/new life stuff instead (someone come tell her all of her family is dead! It will be a good time :| )! I don't think I had anything too specific planned but if you want to hash anything out, drop me a message!)

ii-a!

[summertimeblues]

Allura?

[It's funny business. He hadn't been out looking for her (they live so far apart regardless, and nearly none of their social circles coincide) but the sight of her sitting peaceful unsettles him. He can't put a finger on it.

He steps clear of the underbrush.]

Well shit honey, where's the picnic? Are you out here by yourself?

Yoshiko Tsushima | Love Live Sunshine

[hellzone]

one, early on
The problem with traveling with Yoshiko is that she's almost supernaturally unlucky. Normally, this manifests as comedic injuries and her falling over in various places. But now? It's manifested in an entirely different way.

"I think we're lost," Yoshiko announces to her traveling partner, giving the forest a little frown. "Neither heaven nor hell has shown me the proper direction. Plus, I'm pretty certain I've seen that rock before," she says, as she dramatically gestures to a very impressive looking rock. "Shall I attempt to divine the exit or shall we simply accept our fate, damned to waste away in the jungle?"

two, partway through
They've made it to Dranbru. But the longer they stay here, the more restless Yoshiko becomes. This place is nice, she guesses? But it feels wrong. She wants to go back to the forest. Well, she wants to do a lot of things, but going back to the forest is one of them. It's partly due to this desire, partly due to a few other things in the back of her mind, that Yoshiko's decided to climb a tree. It feels right, being up here. She stays up in the tree for a solid fifteen minutes before scrambling down to one of the lower branches, hooking her knees around the branch, and dangling down, letting all the blood rush to her head as she looks at the world from a new angle.

Obviously, this is weird as hell. But Yoshiko doesn't seem to realize it. When any Thesaeans pass by, Yoshiko will start up conversation as if it's perfectly normal to hang upside down from a tree.

"What do you think about this place?" she asks, not really hiding the wistful and slightly melancholic tone in her voice. "Dranbu specifically, what do you think?"

three, near the end
You're walking in the woods. There's no one around, and your device is working. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot her...Yoshiko bat. She's following you, about thirty feet back. She flaps her tiny wings and breaks out into a sprint. She's gaining on you (Yoshiko bat). You're looking for an exit but you're all turned around. She's almost upon you now and oh wait nope she is upon you and she's straight up in your hair.

There's now a bat with a very familiar sidebun hairstyle stuck in your hair (or hat or other body part that hangs out on the top of your head.) She's also shrieking up a storm in a very familiar Yoshiko-sounding voice.

"Heeeeey?! What gives, get me out of here!" Bats may not be blind but this one is piss poor at echolocation.

one

[agua]

Maybe we could... retrace our steps?

[ That's a thing, right? Also, Chika remembers that rock, too. ]

If we go slowly in the opposite direction... maybe...

Diana Cavendish | Little Witch Academia

[fiendennor]

[I: Taxi Service]

[Crossing the sound into Dranbu from Nadril doesn't seem like an appealing task, does it?

If you're hesitating, though, you might see a young woman with pale, wavy hair flying in the air. She is riding a broom. Like, an actual broom, with bristles at the end and everything.

She's also just wearing a simple blue robe, which makes her look weirdly underdressed for the weather.]

Would you like a ride over? I can drop you in Dranbu.

[II: Echoes]

[Turns out that she wasn't underdressed at all, and in fact, that simple blue robe is sounding pretty good the further into the forest you get.

Diana is very curious about the plants here, in particular. The colorful foliage is incredibly intriguing, like nothing she's ever seen before, and she can be found leaning in and peering at a particularly interesting leaf, or catching droplets of the odd-smelling rainwater in her hand to get a better look.

And then, she stops. She straightens up, looking off into the distance, a look on her face that's both shocked and hopeful.]

...mother?

[III: Under the Influence (18+)]

[Diana is particularly interested by these otherwise unassuming small white flowers. The flowers themselves aren't that interesting, but they grow in clusters, and she can't figure out why. It's not that they're near larger plants for shade, or any other pattern she can determine. She's leaning in close and prodding the petals with her wand--

--when there's suddenly a shot of pollen up directly into her face.

Cue some sneezing and coughing for a bit, waving to clear the air.] Goodness, I-- I wasn't expecting that too-- [Another sneeze.]

Did it suddenly get warmer here?

(ooc: Women only for 18+ smut threads! Preferably people she knows.)

i

[thedarkbond]

[Ren does want to help the people who've disappeared, but he's also had plenty enough experiences of trying to traverse the area around Nadril to be getting on with. He's not built for extended treks, so he spends a while eying off the sound from its very edge, a somewhat pouty look on his face that's crawled halfway to resigned.

And then he sees something moving in his peripheral vision, and tilts his head up to see...Diana. On a broom.

His expression immediately switches to something much more delighted before he even registers what she said.] Oh, so you do use brooms for that~

[...And then he takes the time to actually answer her question.] I'd like that...I want to investigate, but wandering through the forest alone trying to find the village just seems like a bad idea...

akane tsunemori | psycho-pass

[lemonadecandies]

i. barthala's grotto

[The perils of this place are unfair and inexplicable. After all of this, after being lucky or sensible enough to make it to the grotto in the first place, after taking great care not to eat anything . . . it doesn't matter much, really. The grotto itself can fuck a girl up.]

[She's less bewitched than most, but that doesn't mean she's not affected at all. All of her clothes are still on, but she keeps getting distracted, brows furrowing as she tries to locate the source of something-or-other.]

Do you feel that?

[Pushing her bangs out of her face, she peers into the undergrowth, as if the source of this feeling--this aura--might be hiding there.]

It's so hot, but . . . we should find it, don't you think? Whatever it is.

ii. the hunt ( cw: gore )

Yuck.

[This, flat delivery and all, is about the reaction Akane gives to stumbling across a heat-bloated animal corpse in the depths of the forest. She walks a semi-circle around it, then kneels beside it to peer into the largest wound, a gaping one in the creature's side.]

Do you see that? [She points at the edges, ragged and torn.] Whatever took a bite out of this, its teeth weren't very sharp. I bet it's one of ours.

iii. the boundaries beyond

[It's something of a relief to get out from under Barthala's influence for a little while. In its own way, too, the rural nature of this area is a thrill for Akane, who is so used to city life she's a bit shell-shocked at the change. Still, sturdy as she is, she's only human, so when she needs to rest she's happy to find some of those ruins nearby.]

[Once she gets inside, though, her exhaustion lifts somewhat in favor of fascination.]

Is this a dragon? [COME LOOK AT THIS CARVING DUDE ITS SICK. Or make her fucking rest for a while. Please.]

iv. wildcard

[Hit me with any prompt you like! If you want a private starter or to plot, PM me!]

iii

[thedarkbond]

[Ren is not the best at the whole "rugged adventuring" thing, but he is both curious and very determined, which means he's doing a reasonable job of it despite that. The beautiful carvings have already started to catch his attention on the way up - the whole thing made much easier by the fact of Barthala's influence not being nearly as preoccupying up here - so he doesn't hesitate to take a moment in the ruins in hopes of seeing others.

He's just wandering in, a man with long red hair and slim enough one might almost wonder how he got up here in the first place, hands in his pockets as he looks over the carvings, when Akane speaks up. Ren's attention drifts over with a slight delay, as if he's not entirely there.]

Oh, that one's nice... [He smiles appreciatively before tapping his chin with a long finger.] Though they have a lot of images like that in Wyver, too, and I haven't seen any real dragons in this village yet.

[His tone is a little on the high side and somewhat vague, only reinforcing that seeming lack of present attention.]

Chika Takami - Lovelive Sunshine!!

[agua]

All Roads

[ Chika is determined to be of use, although she has no idea of how to go about that. There is a new path though, and apparently people are needed to investigate and find out just what is on the other side, so she decides to do some exploring. As long as she's careful it should be fine, right?

Well, it's been about and hour and she's completely lost. There's an eerie sensation all around her, but Chika at least is among the few people that are unaffected as a whole by the strange place. That doesn't stop the woods from showing her several places that look extremely inviting to just lie down and never get up again.

She's just coming to a clearing with a crystal clear lake, soft, warm grass and a hint of wind that caresses her hair like a mother's touch. ]

Wow... this place sure is beautiful.

[ Should she sit? Should she continue? She's going to sit. Just for a bit.

What's the worst that could happen? ]

Wildcard

[ Chika won't get affected by this event, but she can be found exploring all over, so if you want your character to run into her, be my guest! ]

[ayes]

[You, too, has had much of the same mindset as Chika. She wants to be useful. And even if she's not much of a fighter, she can at least explore a place like this, right?

She's really, really glad when the nippy cold gives way to something warmer, though. You doesn't do well with the cold. And actually, it's getting really nice and beautiful.

The path leads her to this clearing and the lake that she's about to just jump right in when she sees a telltale shock of orange hair lying on the ground.

Instantly, she assumes the worst, because that's what she's learned from this world, and so she rushes over to the figure lying down.] Chika-chan...!

peter parker | tasm | (cw: body horror below)

[spideys]

❚❚❚❚❚ i. + iv. all roads lead to . . . the hunt (week three)

[ There's an important lesson to be learned here, Peter thinks. Nothing about great power and great responsibility; no, he's already had that lesson a million times over by now. It's one of those lessons you learn when you're a kid, when you're embarking on your first school trip and you're just one face in a line-up of faces: always use the buddy system.

Peter will admit, then and there, that the buddy system hasn't always worked for him, either because he'd find himself wandering off on his own without anyone noticing, or because he's just ... not very good at the whole buddy thing. He likes his space and his general assumption is that people like their spaces too. Besides which, all of his buddies seem to wind up in horrible situations that either end in death or something worse than that. It's not a reputation he wants to keep, and it's not a trend he wants to continue. So, yeah. When Nurray sends them all a message, Peter packs his things and heads towards Dranbu with the rest of the volunteers, but eventually breaks from the pack. It's for their own protection, honest.

🕸 If you're keen to follow, Peter will wander off into the thicket of trees to the right. He's fast and surprisingly agile for someone who seems to be all limbs and awkwardness. He'll be searching for clues that anyone else might have traveled down this path before. Possibly he might stop to take a breath and a sip of water from the nearby stream. He won't say no to a little company and conversation. ]

This place should feel weird, shouldn't it? But it doesn't. It's like ... really nice here.

[ 🕸 At some point during the later hours of the day, if you hadn't been trailing a young man in an army jacket and jeans, you might bump into someone in red-and-blue spandex swinging through the trees by way of webbing instead. It's not the jungle Spider-Man is used to, but it'll do, right? Except the trees don't really exist for the purpose of a superhero swinging amongst them at near breakneck speeds - if anything, he might actually break his neck if he manages not to dodge that large branch up ahead.

If you see him, you might want to send up a warning. A shout will do - Spidey's hearing is intact.

🕸 Some time towards the latter part of the week, Peter's trek into Dranbu via Josa Forest begins to feel strange ... creepy, even. He gets the weird feeling that there are other things in this forest besides him and any of the refugees he'd entered the forest with, and he's convinced at this point that his spider senses are totally broken. It's a perpetual Bad Feeling paired with goosebumps raised along his spine, sending his brain into a kind of frenzy, but he's come this far and there's only one way to go from here - forward.

He glimpses strange looking creatures when he looks towards any small break in the trees and snags your arm to stop you. ]

Did you see that? [ He gestures towards the trees. ] It's right there -

[ 🕸 ( CW: BODY HORROR ) One moment he's reminding himself to report his findings to Nurray as soon as he makes it out of here; and the next he's thinking about how the creature he'd seen some time ago would have made for a fine snack, and maybe if he takes a turn back in the direction he'd come from, he could still hunt it down. He's drooling spittle from pincers that protrude from the large maw in his face. He drops down on his many (now extremely hairy) arms, each one of them ending with a sharp claw where there'd once been two hands. His clothing is too small, torn up in the sleeves and the legs to allow his new shape to stretch out.

If you happen to come across a tall-ish, gangly spider-like creature with one too many arms, you might notice there's something incredibly familiar hanging around his neck: it's a small black camera with the words: PROPERTY OF PETER PARKER printed on the underside. Anyone who knows Peter might get a sense that this creature isn't all terror, even if he looks it. He looks troubled and confused, but that feeling won't last.

Yeah, maybe he should have been a little more adamant about sticking with the buddy system.

It's gonna be a long month. ]


❚❚❚❚❚ iii. wildcard

[ ooc: feel free to write a prompt of your own if it suits you. if you have any specific ideas, hit me up over at thwip or discord: spidey#2716 and we can work something out! i'm absolutely happy to plot something!

note: for the above long-af prompt (ohmygod how did it get so long), please pick and choose whatever you're feeling for your character. if you're confused about anything, please don't hesitate to contact me for clarifications. ]

[deadthenred]

[ Bucky is making his way through the forest with the other refugees, just a little removed from most of the group. During the war he was a scout, the guy who took point, and now it's such a habit he assumes the role without thinking about it too much. He hears Peter coming before he sees him, although, at first he doesn't know what he hears coming. The sound of webbing snapping through branches is distinct, but not exactly recognizable.

And then he sees a blur of red and blue flying above, headed straight for a— ]

Hey, watch out! [ Bucky shouts a warning before the rest of it catches up to him. ] Spider-Man?

soldier: 76 / jack morrison | overwatch

[personalwar]

i. within the forest

[ When it come to exploring this place, for 76 it's been there, done that. Granted, he and Dutch hadn't gone that far in before every instinct had been to turn back, especially when their searching hadn't turned up anything other than some worrisome glimpses of monsters deeper in the woods.

Now they're more or less being ordered to go. As sick as 76 is of having someone else show up to order them around, he's been curious about Dranbu ever since he had heard it mentioned as one of the stops on the train line, only for it to be passed over. Now there's some explanation for that, and so he doesn't mind adding his signal to all the others to get things up and running.

There's something off about Josa Forest, though, and the further that 76 and his partner get in, the more that he finds it impossible to shake that feeling.

Before he can stop himself, he reaches out to grab for the other person's shoulder to halt them in their tracks. ]

It feels like something's watching us.

ii. the hunt

a) [ The need to chase down prey and rip it limb from limb, to lick up the blood and tear into the flesh with his fangs, has gripped the wolf with even more intensity than is usual. It doesn't question this, but only pushes itself that much harder to run down anything its nose can scent.

When it does catch something, it takes it to a quiet clearing in a dark part of the wood to enjoy its meal. Bones crack as it rips its meal apart, its white muzzle stained red.

The stark white wolf might not seem out of the ordinary, except for the distinctive scarring across its face and its piercing blue eyes. It might be difficult to get close enough to notice those things, though, as the moment it senses someone nearby, it will growl lowly in warning.

Better not to bother a predator when it's eating. ]

b) [ Or, maybe you're the one that this strange white wolf is hunting. As soon as it becomes aware of someone unfamiliar in its territory, it will begin to stalk after them. And once it's fairly certain that it's within striking distance, it will pounce, jaws ready to snap and then clamp down. ]

iii. wildcard

[ Jack's going to be a wolf for most of the month, but feel free to wildcard any other interactions with him! PM me or hit me up at demonology if you want to plot something. ]

( the hunt - a )

[tayoru]

[A rustle through the bush announces Ignis' presence before he slowly eases his way out, having followed the scent of blood to this location. He'd been hoping for an easy catch. Unfortunately not. Just his terrible luck.]

Pardon, I've lost my way. I mean you no harm.

[He doesn't know what the size of the creature is, but Ignis doesn't want to make any presumptions that he might any form of advantage while he remains mostly human. He's learned well enough that even the smallest creatures can pose a threat.

Slowly, he eases himself down in hopes of crouching, lessening his height so as to not appear as much of a towering rival to the beast, his long spotted tail already slotting between his legs while his ears flatten along his hair.

There's no sense of fear, confusingly enough, just trepidation. And most importantly of all, an intense hunger. Ignis' appetite is already starting to shift with his changes, and with his blindness still intact, he's unable to hunt.]

ignis scientia | final fantasy xv

[tayoru]

a. within the forest

i)

[The sights of the forest are left to the other travels while Ignis follows blindly with the group. Staying close to Prompto, he tries to navigate as best he can with the assistance of his walking stick, but every once in a way he loses his footing and trips, or he finds himself nearly bumping into a tree. He might even gain too much distance between himself and Prompto or the group and instead wander in a particular direction, seeming to be drawn to the distant sound of water or the warmth of the sun from a clearing in the trees.

He's tired and aching, but most of all, he wants to feel content for just a brief moment. The forest seems more than willing to offer this.]

ii) [18+, male characters only]

[It's during his infrequent wanderings back into the forest that Ignis stumbles upon the strong, curious scent, alluring and tempting, relaxation sinking into his bones the closer he gets to it. Eventually he feels as if he's absolutely covered in it, even with his clothing intact, it seeps into his skin and leaves him light-headed and overheated.

Of course, with his cat-like features, you might stumble upon Ignis on his back with his belly up, writhing and humming in content, almost like a cat high on catnip. Otherwise you may find him curled up against the trunk of a tree, hunched up tight, touching himself from over his clothing until he catches a noise and he startles. His feline ears prick up, tail curling protectively around himself.]

I'm-- I'm sorry, I... please, would you leave...? [Or you can join him if you'd like. He wouldn't mind the company.]

iii)

[For those that are taken in by the transformations of the forest, they're not alone. It happens gradually: Prompto alerts him of a tail that seems to sprout forth, the coloration similar to that of a coeurl but what others might see similar to a leopard. Ignis pays it no mind until the ears arrive, but even those seem to be more of a benefit, making his hearing far more keen, allowing him to navigate more easily what with the loss of his sight.

He can be found within the forest regularly, wandering back on his own as if in search of something.

Then he never returns.

But he's easy to stumble upon. A large spotted wild cat, dirty blond coloring with a long tail that follows along behind, treading through the bush and trees casually but with a hint of clumsiness. There are scars scattered across the wild cat's face, most noticeably a wide one spread over its left eye, and it walks with its eyes perpetually closed. It's clearly blind, but with those wide paws and long claws, it may still pose a danger.

Once again, he searches. Mostly for food and shelter, a nice place to nap, somewhere safe. But he still searches. He doesn't know what he's looking for, but it's someone, someone important. He'd like to find him.

He's been looking for so many years now. He hopes he finds him.]

b. wildcard

[Ignis will be spending most of his time within the forest as a big ol' blind cat similar in appearance and size to a coeurl. If you'd like to have something specific prior to his change or anything in general not covered by the above prompts then feel free to create your own or just hit me up. You can reach me at plurk at lurantis or discord at parachutes#2010]

a-i

[braidedwonder]

[ It's funny how a wanderer's heart works. Duo, with a backpack stocked on his back and elated to be out of the monotony he'd fallen in to.. doesn't find much in the way of things that draw him in for very long in the forest. It's not a bad thing, either - what he wants most is the adventure of it all, to continue wandering, which means he finds himself away from the crowd and off the beaten path fairly often. He's within ear shot at least, well aware that wandering away in a forest that smells like copper probably isn't a bad idea..

But it does lead to him unexpectedly coming up on Ignis through the brush, plucking a stray twig or leaf or three out of that long braid. He starts as he realizes he isn't alone, stopping cold fairly easily and just taking a moment to assess and try to suss out the situation or if there even is one. ]

You okay? Just takin' a break from the group?

Miles Edgeworth || Ace Attorney

[milesedgelord]

WITHIN THE FOREST

A.[Hearing about the missing people, Miles did what he could in order to aid the search. Even though he was definitely not the outdoorsy type of person, he was well prepared for this journey, with his travel pack filled with items he may need.

The dense forest did have a sense of serene beauty to it and this wasn't lost to him, however, it had felt like they had been wandering for hours, he turned to his partner offering them his flask before asking.]

Did you want to take a break at the next clearing we see?

B. INFLUENCES — [Closed to 25+]
[Miles had wandered deeper and deeper into the woods. He had forgotten why he had come here in the first place, things were feeling fuzzier than usual. He could have been walking here for five hours or five days as far as he could tell. Due to the warmth, he had stripped down; opting to wander in a white tank top and his slacks. Most of his clothes were stashed in his travel pack, all expect his coat which hung on his arm. He sneezed loudly and held his handkerchief to his face.

There were little bits of pollen everywhere as he walked, and he vaguely remembered being susceptible to hay fever. It had clung to him, so much so that he even had some attached to the pale hair on his arms. But there was certainly a pleasant warmth to the air as well. It had been a while since he had last indulged in anything sexually, these days things have been so busy neither he nor his partner had much time to have sex. Miles shook his head as if that motion would dispel the thoughts. Focus Miles.

Oddly, just when he thought that he should perhaps find a river or stream to wash off the pollen so that his allergies didn't get too out of hand, he came across one. He sat down, setting his coat on his pack and knelt next to the clear water and attempted to wash off as much of the pollen as he could. When he put his glasses back on he noticed he wasn’t alone. He adjusted it peering through them at the newcomer.]

Are you lost as well?

YOUR NEW (NEW) LIFE

C.

[The village was as it had always been. Slow moving and quiet. It wasn’t an exciting life but it was his. Was he always a hunter? Of course, he was. It was his duty to be able to provide for the village and he took his duties seriously. It had been a few days since any of his friends may have heard from him, his communicator always went to voicemail. If anyone were to see he him they would have noticed, some rather feline features to his appearance as well, most notably a pair of silver perked ears and a long tail.

Currently, Miles was busily dragging a deer carcass fresh from the hunt, beginning to prepare a table in front of his home to carve it up, the ugliest pink military grade hunting knife known to man, in his hands.]

Wildcard
[Dont see what you want here? Feel free to PM me or hit me up at peacockdance ]

[unos]

[ While it's not accurate to call Katsura 'outdoorsy', he is a lot more used to this time of simple, physical work than Edgeworth. He has has his own flask and waves off Edgeworth's offer, but he does nod at his question. ]

WE should. It'll give us a moment to orient ourselves.

[ He says it quite casually, but the truth is that Katsura is pretty lost. ]