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 Once upon a time, in a land far, far away... 
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I. Arrival
Toph startled awake as if from a particularly bad nightmare. Upon waking, Toph realized right away that something was very wrong. This isn't where she went to sleep last night. Instead of the upside-down stone structures of the Western Air Temple, Toph found herself to be in some kind of tunnel. Not only that, but there was no sign of Aang, Katara, or Sokka anywhere. She quickly got herself to her feet and kicked the ground, sending the pack that had been her pillow into the air with her earthbending so she could catch it...
...except that it wasn't her pack. She rooted through it, finding familiar-feeling clothes as if it was hers, but it was also full of stuff she didn't recognize, like the leather pouch with something smooth, like glass, and another pouch filled with wooden coins of some sort.
Toph suddenly dropped the pack, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. It felt like someone, or something was watching her, but she couldn't feel anyone else nearby. "Twinkle-toes, if that's you, you better stop your little airbending dance and get back on the ground." It was almost overwhelming. She hadn't felt this creeped out since the gaang's run-in with Hama and the screaming she had heard under that mountain where that crazed waterbender kept her victims. Receiving no response, Toph raised the ground in front of her to make a wall, then sent it rushing forward to the entrance of the tunnel. If it hit something, she would feel the vibrations through the ground, and those would tell her what it was that was stalking her.
Except that it didn't hit anything, but the feeling that she was being watched faded away. She frowned, but picked up the pack she woke up with and headed out of the tunnel. She wasn't going to find out what was going on by hiding. She wasn't one to hide from anything anyway. Stomping the ground hard, she tried to see if there were any clues that would tell her which way she should go to find out what was going on. Luckily, there seemed to be some kind of town nearby. She headed towards it, hoping that she'd at least be able to find her friends.
II. Wishing Well
Displeased with her lack of success of finding anyone among the houses along the large lake, Toph eventually came upon a well. Why a well was so close to such a large source of water, she didn't know, but it was there. She wasn't going to pay it any mind, except that as she was walking past it, she felt something. It wasn't a physical something, but rather some odd sixth sense, similar to how she felt when she had first arrived and felt like she was being watched, but this wasn't a threatening feeling. She couldn't place it, but whatever it was, it was telling her that something was up with this well. She approached it and dropped a pebble into it's depths, hearing the small plunk as it fell into the water. Nothing happened. But then, why would anything happen? Weird feelings or not, it was just a well. Shrugging, she pulled herself away and continued her walk around the lake to see what or who she could find.
III. Something Wicked This Way Comes
Toph was getting pretty sick of the seemingly random feelings of being watched. As the days went on, they became more frequent, but her feet continued to feel nothing that would give her any clue as to what it was that was making her feel so on edge. The only thing she could guess was that it was something that was flying, since she couldn't "see" anything that wasn't on the ground.
This morning however, there was a clue left for her. She got up from her bed and stepped in a puddle of...something. "Awww, gross!" It wasn't water. It was thicker than that, and it had a bad odor to it. "Is that blood?!" It certainly smelled that way. Toph wasn't easily disgusted, but stepping in bodily fluids, especially those not belonging to her, was pretty gross no matter who you were. She hopped back on the bed and used the sheets to wipe the bottom of her feet off. That feeling came creeping back. The hair rising on the back of her neck, the chill down her spine, like someone's eyes were trying to dig into her back, and this time, some evidence to show that she wasn't just imagining things. Even the sounds of the other occupants of the island didn't seem to comfort her, and she used her bending to bust the wall down and jump out into the street where she wouldn't be caught by whatever it was that was stalking her.
IV. Wildcard
I'm open to pretty much anything. If you've got something you wanna play out, toss it here.
Toph startled awake as if from a particularly bad nightmare. Upon waking, Toph realized right away that something was very wrong. This isn't where she went to sleep last night. Instead of the upside-down stone structures of the Western Air Temple, Toph found herself to be in some kind of tunnel. Not only that, but there was no sign of Aang, Katara, or Sokka anywhere. She quickly got herself to her feet and kicked the ground, sending the pack that had been her pillow into the air with her earthbending so she could catch it...
...except that it wasn't her pack. She rooted through it, finding familiar-feeling clothes as if it was hers, but it was also full of stuff she didn't recognize, like the leather pouch with something smooth, like glass, and another pouch filled with wooden coins of some sort.
Toph suddenly dropped the pack, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. It felt like someone, or something was watching her, but she couldn't feel anyone else nearby. "Twinkle-toes, if that's you, you better stop your little airbending dance and get back on the ground." It was almost overwhelming. She hadn't felt this creeped out since the gaang's run-in with Hama and the screaming she had heard under that mountain where that crazed waterbender kept her victims. Receiving no response, Toph raised the ground in front of her to make a wall, then sent it rushing forward to the entrance of the tunnel. If it hit something, she would feel the vibrations through the ground, and those would tell her what it was that was stalking her.
Except that it didn't hit anything, but the feeling that she was being watched faded away. She frowned, but picked up the pack she woke up with and headed out of the tunnel. She wasn't going to find out what was going on by hiding. She wasn't one to hide from anything anyway. Stomping the ground hard, she tried to see if there were any clues that would tell her which way she should go to find out what was going on. Luckily, there seemed to be some kind of town nearby. She headed towards it, hoping that she'd at least be able to find her friends.
II. Wishing Well
Displeased with her lack of success of finding anyone among the houses along the large lake, Toph eventually came upon a well. Why a well was so close to such a large source of water, she didn't know, but it was there. She wasn't going to pay it any mind, except that as she was walking past it, she felt something. It wasn't a physical something, but rather some odd sixth sense, similar to how she felt when she had first arrived and felt like she was being watched, but this wasn't a threatening feeling. She couldn't place it, but whatever it was, it was telling her that something was up with this well. She approached it and dropped a pebble into it's depths, hearing the small plunk as it fell into the water. Nothing happened. But then, why would anything happen? Weird feelings or not, it was just a well. Shrugging, she pulled herself away and continued her walk around the lake to see what or who she could find.
III. Something Wicked This Way Comes
Toph was getting pretty sick of the seemingly random feelings of being watched. As the days went on, they became more frequent, but her feet continued to feel nothing that would give her any clue as to what it was that was making her feel so on edge. The only thing she could guess was that it was something that was flying, since she couldn't "see" anything that wasn't on the ground.
This morning however, there was a clue left for her. She got up from her bed and stepped in a puddle of...something. "Awww, gross!" It wasn't water. It was thicker than that, and it had a bad odor to it. "Is that blood?!" It certainly smelled that way. Toph wasn't easily disgusted, but stepping in bodily fluids, especially those not belonging to her, was pretty gross no matter who you were. She hopped back on the bed and used the sheets to wipe the bottom of her feet off. That feeling came creeping back. The hair rising on the back of her neck, the chill down her spine, like someone's eyes were trying to dig into her back, and this time, some evidence to show that she wasn't just imagining things. Even the sounds of the other occupants of the island didn't seem to comfort her, and she used her bending to bust the wall down and jump out into the street where she wouldn't be caught by whatever it was that was stalking her.
IV. Wildcard
I'm open to pretty much anything. If you've got something you wanna play out, toss it here.
Arrival / Immediate;
Lakeside / Shortly After Arrival;
My What Big Eyes / Day 5;
Wildcard;
- Waking up with a start isn't a new experience. Waking up in a location — or hell, a decade — different from the one in which he went to sleep isn't exactly new either. But it's not something that should happen now, he thinks. And there's something about opening his eyes and looking up at the sky that makes him uneasy.
That's not hard, these days.
He takes a breath to say his name to himself (James Buchanan Barnes, his name, he can't forget it, it's his name and he knows it now, it'll not be taken from him again) before rolling to his feet. The feeling of unease is growing and there's enough in him that's still the wild, feral thing that HYDRA made him to have him gathering up that pack without a second thought and moving silently away from where he'd woken. Reconnaissance skills help a little, the brain making a mental map with the small clearing as its starting hub.
He's been in every conceivable wilderness terrain but this just feels off. He can't put words to it but that's hardly important. What's important is the instinct that prompts him to keep moving.
He also can't explain why he feels compelled to be moving in this particular direction above all others, but he still keeps moving.
Lakeside / Shortly After Arrival;
- The lake is a lake; big enough certainly, with structure and geography that doesn't match anything in his memory. Then again, his mental map of the earth is hardly complete; if it didn't relate to a mission, he hadn't needed to know it. And the rest is just— lost. Incomplete. Something on which he cannot dwell, not in this moment.
He turns his attentions instead to surveillance, what he is able to see: a town, perhaps? Habitable looking buildings anyway, though it's hard to discern more from this distance. What he can discern is that there doesn't appear to be much activity, or so it looks. A closer look is probably in order.
He makes sure his left sleeve is tugged far down on the wrist, overlapping the gloves he'd fortunately found in the pack he still carries. Right now, subtlety is probably for the best. Only once he's sure that there's no hint of metal showing does he start to make his way toward the buildings.
My What Big Eyes / Day 5;
- The sense of unease Bucky had felt on waking in this strange place hasn't abated. Though lodging had been logical he still treats it as a temporary thing; mistrust runs too deep and the impulse to keep his life transitory is still strong. That impulse, and the unease, had grown as of late with the feelings of being watched.
Even so getting up for a morning run in the predawn hour has become a habit, both as a training regimen and a way to settle the mind — as much as the mind would settle, anyway. Though he's found few enough satisfactory answers to his questions and added little to the journal he keeps, the routine still helps.
The claw marks on the door frame put him on immediate alert, however. He'd heard nothing in the night — concerning, with his skills — and to think that something had gotten so close as to gouge wood so deeply without his notice concerns him deeply. And it begs the question: is it an isolated incident or not? Had anyone heard or seen anything that he somehow had not?
Or — the truly uncomfortable thought — is his brain betraying him once more?
Wildcard;
- Whatever idea you have I'm likely willing to roll with it; feel free to drop a prompt or PM this journal if you'd like to discuss anything. While I tend to write my starters in prose, if you prefer to tag in brackets I will shift to match.
Arrival - aka paranoid Bucky, wanna meet paranoid Loki out for a stroll?
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Upon first arriving - or rather, waking up - here, Loki had the feeling of being watched. Now that wasn't surprising.
The key to success - and sanity - was to somehow discover by whom he was being watched, and whether it was or wasn't the person he suspected he might be being watched by, right now.
Being toyed with. Because wouldn't that be fitting?
And so, while he tries to make himself look like he's just walking around at leisure, he's keeping his senses sharp, keeping the maximum awareness possible for an Asgardian prince, every second, though that might be... an overload, in too long a time, he knows.
A hunter cannot hunt many days and knights without a moment's rest, a swimmer cannot swim without a break for years, he knows. He knows that he cannot be over-aware forever. But for now, he isn't sure who's observing him, so he, he, he needs to be. Aware of every living being around here, in the closest proximity. Even if it's tiring. Just for now.
At the same time making himself look calm and pleased at confident. Because he had that feeling, in the morning (truly?) of being watched, that's why he'll look carefree. It's imperative.
After all, if he looks rattled, he's already lost first battle. And he won't.
And so he needs to be hyper aware - and cheerfully, lazily carefree. Easy peasy. No problem, unless somebody looks into his soul.
And then he crosses paths - well, not yet, and if he will cross paths, it'll be very deliberate on his part - with somebody.
Just some Midgardian. A stranger, at that. Fine, then.
Let's cross paths while pretending to ignore him. Might be nothing, might be a spy of whoever's observing. But might be nothing. And he won't know if he hides, so, no hiding.
"Hello. New around here? Because I am. And currently looking for directions. A map would be nice. I've been walking in circles!"
The key to success - and sanity - was to somehow discover by whom he was being watched, and whether it was or wasn't the person he suspected he might be being watched by, right now.
And so, while he tries to make himself look like he's just walking around at leisure, he's keeping his senses sharp, keeping the maximum awareness possible for an Asgardian prince, every second, though that might be... an overload, in too long a time, he knows.
A hunter cannot hunt many days and knights without a moment's rest, a swimmer cannot swim without a break for years, he knows. He knows that he cannot be over-aware forever. But for now, he isn't sure who's observing him, so he, he, he needs to be. Aware of every living being around here, in the closest proximity. Even if it's tiring. Just for now.
At the same time making himself look calm and pleased at confident. Because he had that feeling, in the morning (truly?) of being watched, that's why he'll look carefree. It's imperative.
After all, if he looks rattled, he's already lost first battle. And he won't.
And so he needs to be hyper aware - and cheerfully, lazily carefree. Easy peasy. No problem, unless somebody looks into his soul.
And then he crosses paths - well, not yet, and if he will cross paths, it'll be very deliberate on his part - with somebody.
Just some Midgardian. A stranger, at that. Fine, then.
Let's cross paths while pretending to ignore him. Might be nothing, might be a spy of whoever's observing. But might be nothing. And he won't know if he hides, so, no hiding.
"Hello. New around here? Because I am. And currently looking for directions. A map would be nice. I've been walking in circles!"
Peter has taken to hanging out by the well. There's just something about it that... draws him in, makes it easier to think. He's sat on a rock overlooking the water, his pack next to him and an orange in his gloved grip, peeling it as he watches. The water is calm and so is the sky and even if he usually hates being alone, today he's finding something calming in it maybe. Centering. That is, until the drop of the stone startles him Not that he'd admit as much, even as he stumbles to his feet, dropping the orange on the ground as he looks around for the source of the noise. Seeing it's just a kid, his heart rate slows in the midst of ratcheting up and he puts a hand to his brow to shield his eyes from the midday sun.
"Hey, kid! Are you new around here?"
"Hey, kid! Are you new around here?"
Toph couldn't help but smirk at the guy by the lake. She had felt the vibrations in the ground when his heart beat had sped up. She had obviously startled him, and it amused her a little.
"Yeah. Are you?"
It seemed that the man had forgotten about his treat. Toph kicked the ground, using her earthbending to bump the orange towards her and catching it in her hand. She brushes some dirt off before taking the rest of the peel off. Gotta eat it now before it bruises you know.
"Yeah. Are you?"
It seemed that the man had forgotten about his treat. Toph kicked the ground, using her earthbending to bump the orange towards her and catching it in her hand. She brushes some dirt off before taking the rest of the peel off. Gotta eat it now before it bruises you know.
[Arrival
Loki wakes slowly, the sounds of the forest gently pulling her out of her sleep. She blinks at the trees, a small frown crossing her features. This..this isn't right.
She pushes herself upright, fingers entwining with the grass around her. There's sun here, there's the smell of nature and she feels like, if she listens hard enough, she can hear voices. People, actually other people, and not just voices in her own mind.
Where is she?
Loki gets to her feet, shaky and uncertain, and collects the bag that she'd been resting on. Then she turns around once, looking at the area around her, and starts to laugh.
Is she free? Or has she died somehow and this is what the afterlife is? Or is it a test? Maybe she's supposed to survive this for some reason, supposed to prove something or find it or...
She shakes her head. It doesn't matter. She gets the sun, she can feel it on her skin, smell the grass and touch the bark of the trees. Whatever this is, she is choosing to look at it as a gift, rather than a curse.
[Five Days In]
The thing is, Loki knows how to live with paranoia. She's used to feeling that there's something creeping in the corners, something watching her, waiting for her to fall into sleep before it strikes.
What she's not used to is seeing more physical signs of its presence.
She touches the claw marks on the door, frowning and blinking as her hands trace the marks over and over again. This isn't how things work. The things want in, they want to get to where she is, but they had no way of actually doing that, not yet.
But...But she's not where she used to be, the rules are changing and she doesn't know what this means.
The wood around the marks is splintered and she doesn't notice when they start getting caught in her fingers. She's tracking blood against the door but Loki is lost in her own thoughts, distracted by trying to puzzle out what this means.
[Or throw someone at her!
Loki wakes slowly, the sounds of the forest gently pulling her out of her sleep. She blinks at the trees, a small frown crossing her features. This..this isn't right.
She pushes herself upright, fingers entwining with the grass around her. There's sun here, there's the smell of nature and she feels like, if she listens hard enough, she can hear voices. People, actually other people, and not just voices in her own mind.
Where is she?
Loki gets to her feet, shaky and uncertain, and collects the bag that she'd been resting on. Then she turns around once, looking at the area around her, and starts to laugh.
Is she free? Or has she died somehow and this is what the afterlife is? Or is it a test? Maybe she's supposed to survive this for some reason, supposed to prove something or find it or...
She shakes her head. It doesn't matter. She gets the sun, she can feel it on her skin, smell the grass and touch the bark of the trees. Whatever this is, she is choosing to look at it as a gift, rather than a curse.
[Five Days In]
The thing is, Loki knows how to live with paranoia. She's used to feeling that there's something creeping in the corners, something watching her, waiting for her to fall into sleep before it strikes.
What she's not used to is seeing more physical signs of its presence.
She touches the claw marks on the door, frowning and blinking as her hands trace the marks over and over again. This isn't how things work. The things want in, they want to get to where she is, but they had no way of actually doing that, not yet.
But...But she's not where she used to be, the rules are changing and she doesn't know what this means.
The wood around the marks is splintered and she doesn't notice when they start getting caught in her fingers. She's tracking blood against the door but Loki is lost in her own thoughts, distracted by trying to puzzle out what this means.
[Or throw someone at her!
"Um. Not exactly." He pouts as she commandeers his orange, though he guesses it was his fault for dropping it. Peter's distracted by her nifty powers anyway, pointing at the ground and making a little spiral with his finger in mime. "How'd you do that, rock and wind woosh thingy?"
"What, never seen an earthbender before?" Toph's tone was sarcastic. Sure, not everyone was a bender, but they were everywhere. It'd be ridiculous to think that someone out there, no matter how sheltered, wouldn't know what she was talking about. Peeling off some of the extra fibers from the orange, she separated a piece and popped it in her mouth. With her mouth still full, she continued. "Dom'b mixsh me ub wib Dwinkle Does." She swallows. "Don't know how any dummy could mistake earthbending for all that dancy-pants airbending."
"Earth...bending. Sweet." Definitely never heard of it, but cool powers are cool powers, okay. "I have no idea who that is, but I'll take your word for it if you say he's lame."
Toph laughed. "I wouldn't call Aang lame, but he's definitely a dancy goofball."
She took another section of orange then tossed the fruit back at the man. "So, who are you and what kind of rock did you crawl out of? Never met anyone who didn't know what bending was." And she had thought that she had been sheltered. "I'm Toph."
She took another section of orange then tossed the fruit back at the man. "So, who are you and what kind of rock did you crawl out of? Never met anyone who didn't know what bending was." And she had thought that she had been sheltered. "I'm Toph."
He catches the fruit and grins, ripping out a section for himself.
"I get it, my friends can also be annoying," Peter says with his mouth full. But he loves them, of course. They're his family. "I'm from Missouri." It's bright, like that explains everything. "But my dad was from space. I'm Pete—Starlord. I'm Starlord.
"I get it, my friends can also be annoying," Peter says with his mouth full. But he loves them, of course. They're his family. "I'm from Missouri." It's bright, like that explains everything. "But my dad was from space. I'm Pete—Starlord. I'm Starlord.
Edited 2018-09-27 03:04 (UTC)
[A, arrival]
“What the hell is this?”
Angrily stomping through the forest in a full set of armor probably isn't the best way to handle waking up in a strange place, but Mordred is definitely pissed off about this. One, it's not where she's supposed to be and two, there's something out there watching her, or there was? Yeah, the hell with that. Oh, and three, her Master's not here, which raises even more questions about what's going on.
“Hey, whoever's watching out there, get out here now. I'm not gonna ask again.”
She's not expecting that presence to show itself, especially since it seems to have disappeared, but she's still looking as she heads in the direction of the lake, the mystery pack in her free hand.
[B, five days in]
It's been five days. Five days of being separated from the Grail War and all of that. Five days of also having that creeping feeling that she's being watched return for a moment every day, with nothing to show for it. Which hasn't done much for her mood.. If it's an Asssassin or some sort of creature, Mordred wishes it would just show itself already.
But nothing yet, except for these new prints in the snow. She'll stop to check those out, kneeling down to inspect them closer, but also keeping an eye out just in case whatever left them decides to return. And also so she's not caught off guard if someone else shows up to volunteer information about whatever left them.
[C, two weeks in]
She's got answers now as to what the hell that was, and hasn't taken too kindly to any of this crap. Not the wolf dodging her attempts to cut it down, and definitely not it leaving creepy presents for her. No thanks. She's not even going to get into that last present, that mystery wolf is going down for that one. So she'll head out, sword in tow, looking for the thing. Mordred hasn't seen it since that last present, but it's got to be out here somewhere, right?
“Tell me you've seen that damn wolf around here, I'm sick of this disappearing act crap it keeps pulling."
She'll just flag down whoever she runs into, hoping somebody can help her with tracking this thing. The hell if she's letting it show up leave weird shit at her door and then ghost on her. There's got to be some sort of consequences for that, not just because of her pride as a knight but because this is a pain in the ass she can do without.
“What the hell is this?”
Angrily stomping through the forest in a full set of armor probably isn't the best way to handle waking up in a strange place, but Mordred is definitely pissed off about this. One, it's not where she's supposed to be and two, there's something out there watching her, or there was? Yeah, the hell with that. Oh, and three, her Master's not here, which raises even more questions about what's going on.
“Hey, whoever's watching out there, get out here now. I'm not gonna ask again.”
She's not expecting that presence to show itself, especially since it seems to have disappeared, but she's still looking as she heads in the direction of the lake, the mystery pack in her free hand.
[B, five days in]
It's been five days. Five days of being separated from the Grail War and all of that. Five days of also having that creeping feeling that she's being watched return for a moment every day, with nothing to show for it. Which hasn't done much for her mood.. If it's an Asssassin or some sort of creature, Mordred wishes it would just show itself already.
But nothing yet, except for these new prints in the snow. She'll stop to check those out, kneeling down to inspect them closer, but also keeping an eye out just in case whatever left them decides to return. And also so she's not caught off guard if someone else shows up to volunteer information about whatever left them.
[C, two weeks in]
She's got answers now as to what the hell that was, and hasn't taken too kindly to any of this crap. Not the wolf dodging her attempts to cut it down, and definitely not it leaving creepy presents for her. No thanks. She's not even going to get into that last present, that mystery wolf is going down for that one. So she'll head out, sword in tow, looking for the thing. Mordred hasn't seen it since that last present, but it's got to be out here somewhere, right?
“Tell me you've seen that damn wolf around here, I'm sick of this disappearing act crap it keeps pulling."
She'll just flag down whoever she runs into, hoping somebody can help her with tracking this thing. The hell if she's letting it show up leave weird shit at her door and then ghost on her. There's got to be some sort of consequences for that, not just because of her pride as a knight but because this is a pain in the ass she can do without.
>A - Arrival
Waking up with a start, the first thing Gohan did was snap to his feet. The hardened warrior instinctively settling into a combat stance, glancing around him... before he stretched out his senses, and realized there was no one around. He was acutely aware of the fact that this wasn't where he went to sleep, especially as his senses expanded further, and the unfamiliarity of the area (and the ki) hit him.
But of course, that begged the next question: How did he get here? And where was here?
"... Hello?" He called out, letting his stance drop. Standing upright, as his gaze caught the leather bag on the ground. With his one arm, he reached down and grabbed it, preparing to open it. But it was during that moment when his senses spiked, a nearby ki uncomfortably close to his position, causing him to tense and glare.
"Who's there!"
>B - Big Bad Wolf
It was infrequent, but he could sense it. Something intruding into people's homes, hanging just outside of his senses. He could sense something was there, but not what, where, or how strong...
But that ended tonight.
Its presence was getting dangerous, leaving people terrified. Hints of blood and claws left in its wake, making the escalation obvious. It wouldn't be long before someone got hurt, or worse. So tonight, Gohan took the straightforward approach.
He stood in the middle of the village, in the dead of night. And to draw the presence out, let his aura flare around him, like a beacon.
"I know you're out there!" He called out, not even caring how late it was. "I can sense you!"
> C - Wildcard
( ooc: Go nuts! I'm game for anything! Send me a PM if you wanna plot something out! )
Waking up with a start, the first thing Gohan did was snap to his feet. The hardened warrior instinctively settling into a combat stance, glancing around him... before he stretched out his senses, and realized there was no one around. He was acutely aware of the fact that this wasn't where he went to sleep, especially as his senses expanded further, and the unfamiliarity of the area (and the ki) hit him.
But of course, that begged the next question: How did he get here? And where was here?
"... Hello?" He called out, letting his stance drop. Standing upright, as his gaze caught the leather bag on the ground. With his one arm, he reached down and grabbed it, preparing to open it. But it was during that moment when his senses spiked, a nearby ki uncomfortably close to his position, causing him to tense and glare.
"Who's there!"
>B - Big Bad Wolf
It was infrequent, but he could sense it. Something intruding into people's homes, hanging just outside of his senses. He could sense something was there, but not what, where, or how strong...
But that ended tonight.
Its presence was getting dangerous, leaving people terrified. Hints of blood and claws left in its wake, making the escalation obvious. It wouldn't be long before someone got hurt, or worse. So tonight, Gohan took the straightforward approach.
He stood in the middle of the village, in the dead of night. And to draw the presence out, let his aura flare around him, like a beacon.
"I know you're out there!" He called out, not even caring how late it was. "I can sense you!"
> C - Wildcard
( ooc: Go nuts! I'm game for anything! Send me a PM if you wanna plot something out! )
Edited 2018-09-27 04:35 (UTC)
Howzer touched down in the forest after trying to use his wind magic to fly up and survey--finding no sign of a better path or the wolf he swore was following him. Instead, he found a knight in imposing, silver and red armor. Howzer patted his own breastplate with a mailed gauntlet and smiled, albeit witheringly. He had spent plenty of nights worrying over his mother and father. The scraps of bloody cloth the wolf brought to him were from their work aprons--something he recognized without any real need to look twice.
If there was any stress or fear in Howzer, he was doing his best to avoid showing it, especially when he didn't make it a habit of wearing his helm.
"Hey--I haven't seen you around, sir," Small-talk could at least help, he hoped. "So, you're being plagued by that beast too, huh?"
If there was any stress or fear in Howzer, he was doing his best to avoid showing it, especially when he didn't make it a habit of wearing his helm.
"Hey--I haven't seen you around, sir," Small-talk could at least help, he hoped. "So, you're being plagued by that beast too, huh?"
Edited 2018-09-28 00:37 (UTC)
“That bastard! How'd it get away?”
Sorry, Mordred's in a pretty terrible mood. Anyone would be in a terrible mood with that thing leaving bloody presents for them. And it sounds like it's been happening to this guy too. Maybe he knows something she can use to get even with it, which is probably unlikely but that thought doesn't occur to Mordred at the moment.
“And yeah, it's been leaving a bunch of unwanted garbage at my place.”
She's definitely mad about it, that much is clear, but there's a hint of something else in her voice. There aren't very many people Mordred actually likes, so having it leave screwed up reminders of them makes it all the worse.
“Figured I'd teach it a lesson for messing with me, but I have to find the damn thing first.”
Sorry, Mordred's in a pretty terrible mood. Anyone would be in a terrible mood with that thing leaving bloody presents for them. And it sounds like it's been happening to this guy too. Maybe he knows something she can use to get even with it, which is probably unlikely but that thought doesn't occur to Mordred at the moment.
“And yeah, it's been leaving a bunch of unwanted garbage at my place.”
She's definitely mad about it, that much is clear, but there's a hint of something else in her voice. There aren't very many people Mordred actually likes, so having it leave screwed up reminders of them makes it all the worse.
“Figured I'd teach it a lesson for messing with me, but I have to find the damn thing first.”
"I'm..."
Howzer hadn't considered whether or not the wolf had been attacking other people. Even if his priority was to find a way back to the mainland, there was no way he could ignore someone else getting caught up in the beast's rampage. Howzer released his fist and began to pluck off his gauntlet, reaching into his armor for the pack he found when he woke up weeks before.
"Alright, so it's obvious it's not just any old wolf. If it's doing this to someone else, then it's got to be something much more intelligent."
He flipped open the satchel to pull out a little-salted jerky, taking a quick bite out of a piece. Unwittingly, he forgot the usual lesson he always had to be taught--not talking with a full mouth.
"So... It could be a spirit or a magic-caster who can shapeshift. Do you know much about either?"
Howzer hadn't considered whether or not the wolf had been attacking other people. Even if his priority was to find a way back to the mainland, there was no way he could ignore someone else getting caught up in the beast's rampage. Howzer released his fist and began to pluck off his gauntlet, reaching into his armor for the pack he found when he woke up weeks before.
"Alright, so it's obvious it's not just any old wolf. If it's doing this to someone else, then it's got to be something much more intelligent."
He flipped open the satchel to pull out a little-salted jerky, taking a quick bite out of a piece. Unwittingly, he forgot the usual lesson he always had to be taught--not talking with a full mouth.
"So... It could be a spirit or a magic-caster who can shapeshift. Do you know much about either?"
The thing about Hydra is that they hadn't wanted a man; they had plenty of men. And they hadn't wanted a soldier; they had plenty of those too. No, what they wanted was a weapon, and so that's what they made: a predator of the most dangerous sort.
And like any predator, Bucky knows when he's being watched.
Oh, there's talent here, he won't deny it. It takes a lot to be able to hide from him, especially to the point that he's not sure how long he's been watched. And then there's the part of his brain that reminds him that this could all be coincidental and he's not actually being watched. But it's always been safer to assume the former than the latter and Bucky knows, more than anything else, how to survive.
Step one: blend in. If you're on the run, the last thing you want to do is actually run. So when the stranger's path crosses his own Bucky paints a look of mild surprise on his face, hands shoved into his pockets.
"Hello." He returns the greeting simply, eying the other man up and down. His brain automatically kicks into analysis: tall, slight build, some grace in the little bit of movement that he's seen. Interestingly lacking in accent, at least from the few words exchanged so far. He keeps his own posture loose, relaxed, easy. Casual.
Step two: you don't have to worry about winning the fight if you can avoid the fight in the first place.
"New's a nice way of putting it." There's little sense in pretending otherwise, especially as he's taking the question as confirmation that he's not the only one who woe up where he hadn't gone to sleep. "Can't much help you with either one of those things, but the walk's not too bad."
And like any predator, Bucky knows when he's being watched.
Oh, there's talent here, he won't deny it. It takes a lot to be able to hide from him, especially to the point that he's not sure how long he's been watched. And then there's the part of his brain that reminds him that this could all be coincidental and he's not actually being watched. But it's always been safer to assume the former than the latter and Bucky knows, more than anything else, how to survive.
Step one: blend in. If you're on the run, the last thing you want to do is actually run. So when the stranger's path crosses his own Bucky paints a look of mild surprise on his face, hands shoved into his pockets.
"Hello." He returns the greeting simply, eying the other man up and down. His brain automatically kicks into analysis: tall, slight build, some grace in the little bit of movement that he's seen. Interestingly lacking in accent, at least from the few words exchanged so far. He keeps his own posture loose, relaxed, easy. Casual.
Step two: you don't have to worry about winning the fight if you can avoid the fight in the first place.
"New's a nice way of putting it." There's little sense in pretending otherwise, especially as he's taking the question as confirmation that he's not the only one who woe up where he hadn't gone to sleep. "Can't much help you with either one of those things, but the walk's not too bad."
(ooc; Pick any format you like and I will match, regardless of starter.)
1 - arrival (awakening at the lakeside)
Zelda jolted upright with a scream, spooked from a fitful sleep by the sense that something nefarious was looming over her. Her first waking thought was the certainty that she was about to be attacked by a large, snarling beast, and her hands shot out to jerk the bedsheets over her head in a hopeless attempt to protect herself.
But there were no bedsheets; her hands grasped at nothing. As she let them fall, the rest of Zelda's mind caught up with her fearful instincts, and she noticed that she was missing more than just bedclothes. There was no bed beneath her, no stone walls of her bedchamber surrounding her, nor even a roof above her head. She sat in the sand at the edge of a lake, with water lapping against her bare feet.
"Where...?" Zelda began, looking around.
As she scooted backward up the bank to get her feet out of the water, she immediately bumped into a large, lumpy object. She looked back over her shoulder to see a leather bag with a large indentation, as though it had recently been used as a makeshift pillow. When she grabbed it and looked inside, she found it filled with her own clothing.
The feeling of being watched returned with a vengeance. "Who's there?" she called warily, praying it wasn't the fanged beast from her nightmare.
2 - mirror shard (an hour later)
[ Not long after awakening in the sand at the lakeside, Zelda has changed out of her nightgown and into the clothes from her bag. It's strange that a kidnapper (because she's clearly been kidnapped from her castle, right?) would pack a change of clothes for her, especially such a regal and recognizable outfit. But despite the unshakable feeling of being watched that came upon her every now and again, Zelda hadn't seen so much as a hair of her kidnapper. ]
[ While she waits for her kidnapper to return (because running away and getting lost would do her no good), Zelda lays the shard of mirror in her lap to fix her hair. Anyone happening to look at their mirror right now will be treated to a beautiful young woman awkwardly attempting to braid her long brown hair. ]
3 - wishing well (four days later)
Several days had passed since Zelda's arrival, since she found her way to the little crop of cottages near the lake that housed other newcomers to this strange, haunted place. Though it was clear to Zelda that she had not been kidnapped (not in the traditional sense, at least), she still did not understand how or why she was here. Nor, it seemed, did anyone else.
Besides the strangeness of their circumstances, residents often also discussed a wishing well, located not too far from their makeshift homes. After asking around, one of the other newcomers agreed to take Zelda to see it.
Zelda immediately sensed an air of magic about the place as they drew near.
"Is this it?" she asked of her companion as she looked over the arching rocks. It didn't look like a typical well, but it seemed to radiate magic so strongly that the air felt dense, almost humid.
1 - arrival (awakening at the lakeside)
Zelda jolted upright with a scream, spooked from a fitful sleep by the sense that something nefarious was looming over her. Her first waking thought was the certainty that she was about to be attacked by a large, snarling beast, and her hands shot out to jerk the bedsheets over her head in a hopeless attempt to protect herself.
But there were no bedsheets; her hands grasped at nothing. As she let them fall, the rest of Zelda's mind caught up with her fearful instincts, and she noticed that she was missing more than just bedclothes. There was no bed beneath her, no stone walls of her bedchamber surrounding her, nor even a roof above her head. She sat in the sand at the edge of a lake, with water lapping against her bare feet.
"Where...?" Zelda began, looking around.
As she scooted backward up the bank to get her feet out of the water, she immediately bumped into a large, lumpy object. She looked back over her shoulder to see a leather bag with a large indentation, as though it had recently been used as a makeshift pillow. When she grabbed it and looked inside, she found it filled with her own clothing.
The feeling of being watched returned with a vengeance. "Who's there?" she called warily, praying it wasn't the fanged beast from her nightmare.
2 - mirror shard (an hour later)
[ Not long after awakening in the sand at the lakeside, Zelda has changed out of her nightgown and into the clothes from her bag. It's strange that a kidnapper (because she's clearly been kidnapped from her castle, right?) would pack a change of clothes for her, especially such a regal and recognizable outfit. But despite the unshakable feeling of being watched that came upon her every now and again, Zelda hadn't seen so much as a hair of her kidnapper. ]
[ While she waits for her kidnapper to return (because running away and getting lost would do her no good), Zelda lays the shard of mirror in her lap to fix her hair. Anyone happening to look at their mirror right now will be treated to a beautiful young woman awkwardly attempting to braid her long brown hair. ]
3 - wishing well (four days later)
Several days had passed since Zelda's arrival, since she found her way to the little crop of cottages near the lake that housed other newcomers to this strange, haunted place. Though it was clear to Zelda that she had not been kidnapped (not in the traditional sense, at least), she still did not understand how or why she was here. Nor, it seemed, did anyone else.
Besides the strangeness of their circumstances, residents often also discussed a wishing well, located not too far from their makeshift homes. After asking around, one of the other newcomers agreed to take Zelda to see it.
Zelda immediately sensed an air of magic about the place as they drew near.
"Is this it?" she asked of her companion as she looked over the arching rocks. It didn't look like a typical well, but it seemed to radiate magic so strongly that the air felt dense, almost humid.
Edited 2018-09-28 15:27 (UTC)
Peter hears something outside, which isn't so strange. Not after weeks of being terrorized by this wolf demon guy. But more and more people keep arriving and that's... worrisome. Especially since none of them are his family. What's the hold up? Oh yeah, he almost forgot to check on the noise.
He pokes his head out of the cabin he shares with Gamora, one blaster in hand though he has on pajamas under his jacket. Okay, that is not a wolf. That's just a guy screaming in his yard. Peter edges out into the clearing, rubbing his eye with one hand, his gun flat at his side rather than trained ahead.
"Uhhh. It's, like, really late, bro. You okay?"
He pokes his head out of the cabin he shares with Gamora, one blaster in hand though he has on pajamas under his jacket. Okay, that is not a wolf. That's just a guy screaming in his yard. Peter edges out into the clearing, rubbing his eye with one hand, his gun flat at his side rather than trained ahead.
"Uhhh. It's, like, really late, bro. You okay?"
[ oh hey there's someone on the mirror thingy. he's still trying to get used to this but he offers a big smile and a wave. ]
Hey, don't freak out, but I can see you. Hi.
Hey, don't freak out, but I can see you. Hi.
A nice way of putting it indeed.
If they were both kidnapped - and many others, Loki wasn't exhaustingly godly hyper aware right now for nothing - there had to be a reason for it.
They had to have something in common.
Now let's see.
He offers a hand. For a handshake. Don't all Midgardians do handshakes?
"Unfortunate, but understandable."
"Loki Odinson, from Norway. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr...?"
If they were both kidnapped - and many others, Loki wasn't exhaustingly godly hyper aware right now for nothing - there had to be a reason for it.
They had to have something in common.
Now let's see.
He offers a hand. For a handshake. Don't all Midgardians do handshakes?
"Unfortunate, but understandable."
"Loki Odinson, from Norway. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr...?"
Edited 2018-09-29 22:29 (UTC)
☆Arrival☆
He's being observed. Maybe constantly so.
I didn't get away from Thanos and now back to Thor for this, this, this constant...
Well, at least they have more finesse than Ebony Maw. They're more invisible than him or Other or Thanos, and don't stink so. Ha!
Second day is worse than second.
I'm losing my mind. That would be fine, but, right now, Asgard needs it. Thor needs it. They're fools, they will run straight into Thanos and death without my guidance.
Loki ventures out. For the sake of the last shreds of sanity he's got, and you know what? He's been getting along quite well with the last vestiges of his torn sanity, lately, thank you very much, he'd like to keep them.
And so, he ventures out, paranoid though if you ask him, he'd say it's rationally wary. Observant of everything around.
Whoever pulled him here, he'll find them and then--
Well. He must find the perpetrator first. How can he plan any next move without learning what sort of person that is and how can he hurt them the most?
Of everything around.
Were he some puny mortal, he'd suffer from sensory overload after first hour of his wandering around in search of clues.
Especially since he also spends energy on looking casual and sardonically relaxed.
If he spots anybody nearby, he simply bows slightly and says.
"Hello. Beautiful place, isn't it? Maybe I made a right choice for vacation spot. How about you?"
He's being observed. Maybe constantly so.
I didn't get away from Thanos and now back to Thor for this, this, this constant...
Well, at least they have more finesse than Ebony Maw. They're more invisible than him or Other or Thanos, and don't stink so. Ha!
Second day is worse than second.
I'm losing my mind. That would be fine, but, right now, Asgard needs it. Thor needs it. They're fools, they will run straight into Thanos and death without my guidance.
Loki ventures out. For the sake of the last shreds of sanity he's got, and you know what? He's been getting along quite well with the last vestiges of his torn sanity, lately, thank you very much, he'd like to keep them.
And so, he ventures out, paranoid though if you ask him, he'd say it's rationally wary. Observant of everything around.
Whoever pulled him here, he'll find them and then--
Well. He must find the perpetrator first. How can he plan any next move without learning what sort of person that is and how can he hurt them the most?
Of everything around.
Were he some puny mortal, he'd suffer from sensory overload after first hour of his wandering around in search of clues.
Especially since he also spends energy on looking casual and sardonically relaxed.
If he spots anybody nearby, he simply bows slightly and says.
"Hello. Beautiful place, isn't it? Maybe I made a right choice for vacation spot. How about you?"
Edited 2018-09-29 00:20 (UTC)
There's someone watching Bucky, true, but it's not the same pair of yellow eyes as before. These ones are much more golden in color, though he keeps his distance much as the wolf has. Indeed, there's something...off about the teenager, something that's compared much more to the wolf watching them all then the human beings roaming around.
Bucky will find that where shoe prints should be in the dirt, instead, there's paw marks. They're nowhere near the size of the beast that left the claw marks. But they are similar even if smaller in size. There's definitely someone just beyond his sight in the tree line, peering out from around the edges of the bark. If approached, he won't run, but he's definitely reluctant to come any closer. This man is a human and Tsume learned a long time ago that humans aren't kind to wolves, even when they have the illusion of looking human on their side.
Bucky will find that where shoe prints should be in the dirt, instead, there's paw marks. They're nowhere near the size of the beast that left the claw marks. But they are similar even if smaller in size. There's definitely someone just beyond his sight in the tree line, peering out from around the edges of the bark. If approached, he won't run, but he's definitely reluctant to come any closer. This man is a human and Tsume learned a long time ago that humans aren't kind to wolves, even when they have the illusion of looking human on their side.
Edited 2018-09-29 04:31 (UTC)
The one Loki speaks to is young, not even more than eighteen at the oldest even if he does have silver-white hair. He's dressed oddly for the setting, though he wouldn't have looked out of place in most major cities on Earth. It still is an awful lot of leather.
Tsume's golden eyes look over the man with suspicion. He's not really used to being around humans, having spent the majority of the past couple of months in the company of mostly other wolves and a girl made of flowers. His voice, when he speaks, is surprisingly deep. "Where are we?"
It smells off to a wolf nose. He can't quite put his paw on why it's off, but it definitely is.
Tsume's golden eyes look over the man with suspicion. He's not really used to being around humans, having spent the majority of the past couple of months in the company of mostly other wolves and a girl made of flowers. His voice, when he speaks, is surprisingly deep. "Where are we?"
It smells off to a wolf nose. He can't quite put his paw on why it's off, but it definitely is.
There's someone watching Loki as she examines the blood. At first glance, he looks like the creature that might have left the claw marks and done. But a closer observation reveals that this wolf is far too small to have his paws match the marks. His eyes are also much more golden rather than the supernatural glowing yellow of the big beast. Though he keeps his distance, it's not with the same deliberateness of the wolf over the past days.
No, Tsume's wariness is just that of an animal that has had too many negative encounters with human beings to think that they will show him any kindness. The X-shaped scar on his furry chest shows he's been a survivor of things in his past before. He's mostly wondering what she's going to do now that she's found the signs of the other wolf.
No, Tsume's wariness is just that of an animal that has had too many negative encounters with human beings to think that they will show him any kindness. The X-shaped scar on his furry chest shows he's been a survivor of things in his past before. He's mostly wondering what she's going to do now that she's found the signs of the other wolf.
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