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(RP) The Cage of Tearful Rain Above Nakanotorishima
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Posted: Mon, 28/08/2023 17:49 (1 Year ago)
Now, she was stranded on some mysterious island, with 11 other people whom she rode the ship with. Ofcourse, there were a few particularly weird individuals with perhaps some mental disability, who is she to be the judge of that!
It's not like she wasn't looked upon as a weirdo at times..heh!
"What's with the cold and weary atmosphere.. uwaa how scary!~ No one has died yet, so what's the worry?" Soo-ah shrugged, complete alright with the fact of multiple eyes suddenly staring upon her.
Posted: Mon, 28/08/2023 18:09 (1 Year ago)
The Scrying Rite | Nakanotorishima Castle
Current Time: Evening of Day 1 | Prologue
The Game has yet to begin. Everyone may speak and act freely.
...
"Ah, I must go to rest. This rite has drained much of my energy."
"Very well, Mira. Please rest well, for there is no telling what might happen tomorrow. I shall interpret the rite and decide on our course of action."
Mirahime made her way to her quarters as Amehime turned towards the scattered pieces of old parchment before her, and began to write.
- 9 people have been stranded on the island
- It is likely they are humans
- 2 of the 9 people are the cause of the vile rain
- They worship a dark deity (Imber Tempestarii surely)
- Perhaps they know something the 7 other people do not
- I shall dub them as "Rainmakers". For now, at least
- As expected, the two of them had cast a curse on the island
- Likely not just any curse
- The curse will continue even if the Rainmakers are reborn into something else
- Converting them into mermaids will not suffice
- They will have to figure out which two of the nine are Rainmakers themselves. A threat of death shall certainly suffice
- It seems that they shall murder each other until only one side remains. Destiny is cruel, but alas
- Perhaps the ritual is speaking of the ancient performance of Ōmagatoki
- I shall ensure this happens
-It is clear the ritual is speaking of the performance
- I shall investigate the book and learn about it once more
Irohahime Uchiumi
“I could get it for you, but it’s old and probably going to break down when it touches water. So I guess I’ll have to convince Ame and Mira to let you into the Castle” Iroha continued, her voice lively and cheerful as always. “Oh, is the loop about the Samsara? The cycle of reincarnation or something? I’ve seen it written in a lot of other tomes and stuff too.”
“Well, you’re safe from those grumpy-sounding deities here. Like I said, they can’t cross the Expanse without them and their powers dissolving.”
She peeked at the girl with the eyepatch, sighing a little before turning back to Paiyoon.
This is really quite fun. I wonder if there’s a spell that makes more people get stranded on this island.
Posted: Mon, 28/08/2023 23:50 (1 Year ago)
And then there were the others. Those who thought they knew what they were doing. And those who were confused. Like newborn babies in a new world. Desolate was... kind of like that. Sure, she didn't really know what was going on, and sure, maybe she didn't really know who these people were... But she wasn't an innocent newborn baby. She actually had a vague idea of what might be going on.
Maybe it was because she wasn't the type to go all out and start blubbering her fear or whatever. She was an empty slate. An empty slate who didn't care. An empty slate that didn't prefer to pick sides, but if forced to, an empty slate who would choose the side of victory. But that was just because losing was a waste of effort, time, and determination that violated her one policy: don't waste your life on scams and things that were set up to make you fail.
...
"I suppose I have to do that think called introducing myself to random strangers who might be one of the two that's trying to make my entire life a waste." Desolate thought, though she accidentally said those words out loud. But it wasn't like anyone heard. Who wanted to listen to the mumblings of a sore loser like her?
"It's not like I might accidentally talk to a person and say something stupid and then just like... get put on the chopping block, or the extermination yeet-cannon, or whatever. It totally didn't happen like a million times in my life. Though it may not have been like... death-related. More like... saying 'bye bye' to a human's rights."
Ah... Desolate just lived for sarcasm.
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Posted: Tue, 29/08/2023 01:50 (1 Year ago)
She gazed at the island and tried to recognise the people near her. Paiyoon was the only one she remembered, which meant there probably were a lot of strangers here. After losing (or rather the games ending in inactiveness) three rounds of ōmagatoki, she wasn't scared of anything anymore.
She tried to explore and see the view on the island. There was nothing usual, yet nothing was unusual either. The calm feeling on the island currently made Aria uncomfortable, but she knew that it wouldn't last long.
Posted: Tue, 29/08/2023 02:41 (1 Year ago)
Irohahime Uchiumi
Current Time: Twilight of Day 1 | Prologue
The Game has yet to begin. Everyone may speak and act freely.
Night will soon come. Please finish up whatever character interactions you want to do.
(However, "soon" is a very vague term.)
Current Rain Level: Drizzle (0 stages)
The rain seemed to increase in intensity as the sun began to set over the horizon, illuminating the waters and skies of the Expanse with vibrant pink, purple, and orange colors.
It would be a breathtaking sight, if not for the rain. It was some sort of rain cage apparently, according to one of the people stranded here. Maybe perpetual salty rain was something that happened a lot from their world. She's heard weirder stuff. Like raining mangled body parts.
Sigh...If I don't go back to the castle soon, Ame and Mira would get angry. Everyone here would probably either get transformed into mermaids by tomorrow or die. Iroha gazed at the setting sun, then back at the group of stranded humans.
"Well, uh, it's getting a little late. And I need to get back to the Castle. So yeah. Bye. And don't forget to uh stay hydrated. Whatever it is that you guys do to not die."
Iroha quickly slipped away, back into the now very dark forests.
Posted: Tue, 29/08/2023 03:33 (1 Year ago)
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Posted: Tue, 29/08/2023 03:49 (1 Year ago)
He felt a sneeze come up and quickly brought his elbow up. After a fit of sneezes and coughs, he sighed and went to a tree nearby Paiyoon. He hadn't said much in all of his trip, most of his time was spent worrying about the supplies.
His eyes travelled to the sky.
Posted: Tue, 29/08/2023 03:55 (1 Year ago)
"You look like you're thinking about waaaay too many things right now." She angled her head, looking at him owlishly.
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Posted: Tue, 29/08/2023 03:59 (1 Year ago)
"Yes. I'm alright. Besides, what else to do in this place. I was planning to ask the person for a book or something to learn about the culture here, but she left before I could ask."
Posted: Tue, 29/08/2023 04:03 (1 Year ago)
her ahir was soaked, and she'd have to get a new sweater when she got back.
She pulled her sweater off. She hated wet clothes.
She glanced over at Paiyoon.
Then at Dennis.
Then she decided to mind her own business.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Posted: Tue, 29/08/2023 04:03 (1 Year ago)
And where was I? Burning in hell, of course.
Posted: Tue, 29/08/2023 04:08 (1 Year ago)
Everyone else seemed to shelter from the rain. Everyone else seemed to not like the weather, but September was very fond of rain. She was also very calm. Sure, a bit freezing, but it was perfectly fine for her.
she wants to dance like uma thurman / bury me till i confess
Posted: Tue, 29/08/2023 04:09 (1 Year ago)
Paiyoon sighed, and stood up, shaking the water from herself in a way that was vaguely reminiscent of a dog. She ran a hand through her short, dark hair, small nose and almond eyes peeking out from underneath the hood.
She crawled underneath the copse of trees, fingers deftly searching. Dry wood, and pine needles. In the relative dryness of the wooded Grove, she began to rub a pair of sticks togwther. Her totems and objects back in Aeloria had eliminated the need for this physical task, but now she worked on a fire.
A spark turned into an ember, and soon, a small blaze roared to life in front of her.
"Y'all, get over here before we die. We can't go home, so we might as well make the best of this miserable... vacation." She had decided not to call it a killing game, her trademark acidity replaced with a cautious optimism.
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Posted: Tue, 29/08/2023 04:12 (1 Year ago)
Brooke's voice was dry and sarcastic.
"Whoop-de-doo! I really didn't need this."
She ran a hand through her green hair.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Posted: Tue, 29/08/2023 04:15 (1 Year ago)
His fingers began poking holes in the sand. Over and over again. His hands were painting a little picture in the sand. He rolled his eyes and swept the sand back over the holes.
Posted: Tue, 29/08/2023 04:19 (1 Year ago)
"Do you think any of us need this, Miss Brooke?" Paiyoon couldn't yet tell if the girl was sarcastic, oblivious, or entirely too self-absorbed. Either way, she was a suspect. They all were.
She spread her wings, feeling steam rise from her feathers as the warmth of the fire dried them. She fluttered them slowly, like a butterfly taking its first few glances at the world.
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Posted: Tue, 29/08/2023 04:24 (1 Year ago)
And where was I? Burning in hell, of course.
Posted: Tue, 29/08/2023 04:29 (1 Year ago)
She rolled her eyes, trying to wring the water out of her hair.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Posted: Tue, 29/08/2023 04:37 (1 Year ago)
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Posted: Tue, 29/08/2023 04:41 (1 Year ago)
her answer was immediate, as Brooke stared at Paiyoon.
"...how do you know Art?- And Emma? What the hell are you talking about? She died 4 years ago."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.