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etrayamods) wrote in etrayalogs2024-12-21 05:15 pm
Entry tags:
- !mingle log,
- arcane: jayce talis,
- batman wfa: jason todd,
- jl gods and monsters: kirk langstrom,
- person of interest: sameen shaw,
- the walking dead: brandon carver,
- ✘ arcane: caitlyn kiramman,
- ✘ batman beyond: bruce wayne,
- ✘ blade of the immortal: asano rin,
- ✘ dimension 20: gorgug thistlespring,
- ✘ fe3h: yuri leclerc,
- ✘ have you seen my brother: chu wenshan,
- ✘ ice age: manny,
- ✘ penny dreadful: vanessa ives,
- ✘ remnant 2: the custodian
DECEMBER MINGLE
WHO: Everyone!
WHEN: December 21st - Early January
WHERE: Etraya
WHAT: Newcomers, a surprise gift from Tatianna, and a visitor!
NOTES\WARNINGS:
WHEN: December 21st - Early January
WHERE: Etraya
WHAT: Newcomers, a surprise gift from Tatianna, and a visitor!
NOTES\WARNINGS:
 ⏵ arrival ⏴ Welcome to Etraya! Arrival goes as expected - characters awaken on hospital beds and are offered an explanation of their situation: that they have arrived in the city of Etraya, and they are their world's only hope. They are welcome to wander the hospital if they would like to - the upper floors are mostly empty, full of pristine hallways and numerous rooms filled with supplies, cots, and things one would expect from a relatively average 21st-century hospital. The lobby is filled to the brim with tables of freshly baked goods. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" banners are taped to the walls, and several other typical birthday decorations can be found in this area. A few of the baked goods tables are lined with massive cakes covered in unlit candles, just waiting for someone to grab a lighter and sing off-key. Is it anyone's birthday? Who knows! The companion bots seem to believe it's every new arrival's birthday and will greet them as such - with friendly waves and cheers as they make their way to the lobby. A coat rack is situated by the doors leading out of the hospital, covered in warm clothing that fits the new arrivals just right - whether it's to their preferred style or not is something else entirely. Some of them appear normal enough. Others? Well. They can't all be perfect, now can they? Outside the windows, the grass is covered in a couple of inches of loosely packed snow. We hope you enjoy your stay.  ⏵ an unexpected gift ⏴ Out by the hospital stands a tall, decorated tree covered in candles and golden pinecones with a handsome, red velveteen tree skirt. In front of it are a few oversized wrapped gifts for show- and atop one of those sits a familiar woman. Or unfamiliar, if this is your first time. It's Tatianna in a slutty Santa outfit with a big ol’ burlap sack. “Hey, I got something for you,” she says, digging into the bag and rummaging for a moment. She produces a painted egg and holds it aloft. “It’s your Winter Solstice Egg! This is the egg holiday, right? Wait, shit. I’m mixing them up, aren’t I? ...Well. It’s a little late to change it. Here you go!” How one treats their egg is fully up to themselves. They can choose to ignore it entirely, or destroy it and leave the yolk and innards to rot on the ground. They can hand it over to someone else or care for it as if it were something precious. No one will prevent them from doing whatever they please with it!  ⏵ naughty or nice ⏴ Those who keep the egg and tend to it will get the benefit of being able to watch it hatch seven days after they are handed the egg. Eggs that are treated with attention and love may yield a loyal companion, or a weapon of choice that always returns to its owner, while neglected eggs may yield a curious, cursed trinket or an animal who treats its new owner very much the same way its owner had treated it before it was born. Please submit an egg request below for what items you would like your character's eggs to hatch into! Please note that these cannot be things that would be applicable in the game. Those whose eggs are destroyed or forgotten will simply get the gift of... nothing!  ⏵ free your spirit ⏴ With the winter chill gripping the air, a mysterious figure makes their presence known in Etraya - a towering, horned creature dragging a massive sack behind them. Regardless of a character's strengths or weaknesses, they will find that when Krampus raises his massive sack over their head, they are powerless to stop him from catching them. Those capable of great magical feats or other supernatural abilities will sense something... otherworldly about Krampus, but will not be able to place the source of that sensation. Once within Krampus' sack, they are welcome to fight, but escape is impossible. It will feel as if Krampus is dragging them over every rock possible, dragging the sack in through the rivers to the point it soaks through and drenches them - potentially almost drowning them. When the sack opens, they will find themselves in an impossibly dark space. Around them are others who have also been captured and dragged here by Krampus, trapped in small cages hanging from a massive, wiry tree. Krampus will return often, banging clawed hands and birch rods on the walls of the cages and knocking them into one another. The whisper resonates through the darkened area, regardless of Krampus' presence. Confess your secrets, and be freed. Otherwise? You'd better hope someone figures out where Krampus has set up base; those who refuse to confess may find themselves stuck here forever. Krampus' base is under Etraya! Deep within the catacombs, he has set up multiple cages to capture those who inhabit Etraya to punish them for their naughty habits. Fighting him is possible! Defeating him by means of combat is not, however, possible. Think of it like fighting a god: Krampus creates the rules in the space around him, including who can use what ability. For all questions relating to this log, please refer to the mod queries comment. All other questions can be directed to the FAQ. |
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Re: egg requests.
Thinking about this more, if we're allowed specific requests - a kestrel or some other sort of large bird of prey (either mundane or fantasy-themed) would be cool!
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Kirk Langstrom | Justice League: Gods and Monsters | OTA
Kirk doesn't remember how he wound up in the hospital in the first place so he's on high alert after waking up and hearing Aurora's explanation. Her explanation doesn't help with those feelings so he leaves the room once he feels he's heard enough. The whole place sounds suspicious and he needs to find out if something else is happening.
Seeing the birthday decorations and food feel bizarre and reminds him of Alice in Wonderland. Maybe that's why everything feels so off-kilter at the moment.
If you're also at the hospital, you may see a unnatural pale man in a dark blue and white suit wearing red goggles. He's also got a pointy-eared helmet tucked under his arm. He could be found wandering the halls or perhaps near the coats and holding up a possibly appropriate one for him.
an unexpected gift:
Kirk takes the egg Tatianna offers and, despite how wary he is of his new prison, he's curious about his gift. Perhaps it's from all of his time studying living specimen but his first instinct isn't to reject the egg. Instead, he holds it up to the light and examines it.
"Interesting..."
free your spirit:
Despite Kirk's best efforts, he finds himself trapped by... whatever snatched him. Between being Gotham's vigilante and being a Justice League member, Kirk has had more than his fair share of bizarre fights. But this one was unnerving in terms of how quickly he was taken. He's not so ready to obey Krampus either. Why would he confess to anything?
"You first."
Wildcard:
((OOC: Feel free to hit me up if you got something else in mind! Please see here for potential content warnings. My contact info is in the journal profile and I'm the game's Discord server as well))
arrival;
No Hikaru Gero to come to save her. No Sirius. No one. She's really and fully on her own. But that isn't quite right, is it? Others are here, too. They're probably feeling the same way that she is.
No. They might be capable people. However, she wants to be the kind of person that is the hero of such an epic story as this; the kind of person who can save her universe. She holds back any tears that she feels might be coming to try to get her bearings.
It takes a little longer than she thought, but she sees a man dressed strangely. Oh. I guess that makes sense. It's her first thought as she walks towards him. I wouldn't be the only Specialist summoned here, right? Somehow, that takes some pressure off her shoulders.
But she knows better than to show hesitation in front of another Specialist. Sure, she's retired from that and is now a detective, but details! Puffing her chest out, she greets him with a loud and confident voice. "Hey! You seem lost! Well, guess what!? I am, too!"
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We got eggs!
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Jason Todd | Batman: Wayne Family Adventures | OTA
Jason looks over the egg, unsure on what he should do with it. He's been in Etraya long enough by now that sometimes, things aren't what they seem. Plus, being a Gotham vigilante means sometimes eggs just have a way of exploding and revealing something unpleasant, depending on the rogue who distributed them.
"So what are the chances?" He asks warily, mostly to himself.
free your spirit:
"Like hell," Jason says as he attempts to kick down the bars of his cage. The kidnapping was bad enough but confessing? Nope. He'd rather fight his way out somehow instead.
Wildcard:
((OOC: Feel free to hit me up if you got something else in mind! My contact info is in the journal profile and I'm the game's server))
free your spirit
But Krampus just moves along rattling cages. Apparently, it's not a big enough secret.
Cato first leans back again one side of the cage and sticks out his booted foot, hitting some kind of trigger near the heel. Since it's powerful enough to have enough thrust to let him fly, it shoots out a jet of plasma that exerts enough force it slams him against the far side of the cage but he holds his foot there, trying to melt the bars.
After doing it for a little while, he stops the jet and tries kicking the bar he was heating up, hoping it melted enough to weaken.
Nothing happens. It wasn't enough for this kind of metal. Or maybe there's something alien and supernatural going on.
Annoyed, Cato sees Jason in a cage near him and starts doing the same thing and just keeps kicking the bars. Clang clang clang clang clang.
He screams after Krampus as he does it. "You can't make me talk!"
Most teens his age would probably just share a secret right away. Easily. They'd probably have something harmless and silly, and maybe just a little embarrassing.
But Cato's secrets run too deep.
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Sameen Shaw | Person of Interest | OTA
Whoever allowed Shaw to keep her gun made a dubious choice at best, because she's walking around with it locked and loaded - and while she won't fire it without due cause, anyone she comes across during her first ten or fifteen minutes of awareness will absolutely find it pointed at them. Sorry, folks; this one hasn't had the best experiences with waking up in strange hospitals, and while she's not completely discounting the explanation she's been given, she's not fully believing it just yet, either. As she makes her way down the stairs and towards the lobby, she finds herself surprised every time she turns a corner and isn't confronted by guys in uniform trying to stop her.
She only lowers the gun when she reaches the lobby. Though she doesn't put it away, she at least isn't directly pointing it at anyone as she crosses the open space towards the unguarded doors, walking at a fast, steady clip. Screw this. She's out.
She grabs a brownie on the way - as well as a lighter, which she slips into the pocket of the jacket she snags.
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No, I don't need one, she says, but the pain-in-the-ass woman is so insistent that Shaw finally takes the thing just to shut her up, sighing loudly as she stuffs it into her coat pocket (the coat pocket that isn't already holding the lighter). Hours or days later (after she finds John and Harold; after she starts coming to terms with the idea that, no matter how weird this place is, she doesn't need to actively be on the run) she can be found seated on a bench down an out-of-the-way side street, holding the dumb little egg in her hands and examining it sullenly. By all appearances, she isn't a fan - but in spite of that, the surface of the egg is still whole and unblemished.
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"Hey--"
This is spoken in a low voice to the person caged next to her. Shaw is sitting up on her knees and rocking her body back and forth, doing her best to get her cage swinging.
"Try to knock yours into mine; I wanna see if we can do some damage."
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He's wearing sap gloves, for all the good they did. And this thing didn't try to take his knives. Funny.
There's a woman next to him, caged up all the same, but calmer, maybe. Outwardly. Carver gives her a narrow, suspicious look, but enemy of my enemy and all that shit. He throws himself hard against the bars, and the cage sways her way. ]
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Bruce Wayne | Batman Beyond
The last thing Bruce remembers is Joker's smile.
It's always too many teeth, eyes wide and wild to match. Bruce saw it in his dreams and sometimes when he was awake. It's a smile that would never leave him, no matter how hard he tried to push it down and away.
The gas pulls his face tight, draws his lips up and exposes his gums in a grisly smile that matches the Joker's. He laughs and laughs and laughs at nothing until it feels like his heart might burst. He laughs at that too.
When he wakes up, it's not in the manor. He cannot hear Terry or Barbara or anyone and he wonders how he made it to a hospital. How did they have the means to treat the gas? The first question gets an answer. The second, he doesn't bother to ask. When Aurora leaves him, he takes his cane and makes his way out of the hospital. The food and drink are ignored.
Outside, he stops shy of stepping out completely into the town proper to take in where he's been dragged.
Bruce can see Wayne Tower in the distance, but it seems. Outdated? Old? Familiar and he makes his way toward it. Everything else is ignored until he gets there.
free Your spirit
Bruce Wayne is a paranoid man.
And that meant he took his personal security seriously. He remained aware of his surroundings - who was nearby and how long they lingered. Footsteps that seemed to follow his own. Entrances and exits and places for assailants to hide. After a lifetime of chasing the worst people Gotham had to offer, it was second nature at this point.
All this to say it's not easy to kidnap Batman. Even at his big age. So when he is unceremoniously dumped into a cage, he's sure there's something supernatural afoot. Because there'd been no indication he was being followed (and there's always something), not until the bag came down and swallowed him up in darkness.
Beneath him, the cage sways and Bruce grips his cane a little tighter so he doesn't lose his balance and when it stops, he takes a moment to examine the bars. Even in his prime, he would not have been able to bend them, not without something from his belt he could use for leverage; he left those particular feats of strength to Clark. That didn't stop him from testing it out with his cane. They held firm. Absolutely solid.
When the echoes began, asking for secrets, Bruce glares out into the empty space. No source of the voices that he could see. He had plenty of secrets, even some that might purchase his freedom. But there were none he was willing to share with disembodied voices. Or with anyone.
So he responds simply. "No."
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I'm easy, hit me with your prompt. You can PM me or message me on plurk @
Free Your Spirit
So when he is dumped into a cage, Jason refuses to obey Krampus and attempts to kick one of the bars of his cage instead. Then he hears Bruce's voice and turns.
"You too, huh?"
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castiel | spn | ota
[ castiel cradled the egg in both hands.
when he saw the woman again, he'd been intending to ask her about the information exchange — but that wasn't how things had gone at all. instead, he'd had another task foisted off onto him. though he immediately found that this was much less onerous than the burden of gathering and disseminating information about his fellow inhabitants. that wasn't to say he was thrilled with this turn of events, but things could certainly be worse.
and wherever this egg had come from, it was a living being. it didn't deserve to die because of tatianna or aurora or echo's ridiculous games.
anyone who bumps into him outdoors after will find him gathering handfuls of dead leaves and stuffing them into his coat pockets while cradling the egg close to his chest. it's just a little bigger than a chicken egg. to anyone who wanders too close, he'll preempt any questions by stating: ]
I'm building a nest. You should, too.
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[ getting shoved into a sack was, undoubtedly, just about the most humiliating thing that had happened to him thus far in all his long life. he should have been able to escape. he should have been able to kill the creature. and yet, at the worst moment, all his ability had failed him. he'd spread his wings and nothing had happened, and after — only darkness. so to say he isn't very happy when he's finally tossed out into the mew is an understatement. he'll answer the krampus's banging and whispering with a seething, ]
Screw you.
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at least, not yet. ]
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This is going to hurt, he knows. God's watching. The commander's angry.
He's sopping wet, nearly vibrating with fury as he throws himself against bars that just won't fucking give. Screw you, someone else says, and Carver just bares his teeth and laughs. ]
Fuck you, too, [ he spits. ]
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Brandon Carver | The Walking Dead | ota
[ Though not new to this place himself, there’s power in understanding your surroundings. And Carver knows better than to lose track of the people around him. More seem to come in every month, more or less, and there’s a chance they could be familiar. If he’s lucky and God still loves him, maybe even one of his brothers and sisters. If he’s due for a reckoning, then maybe an enemy.
Hard to say. Hard to fucking say.
He hangs back, watching his corners, watching and marking every new face he comes across. He has a tendency to stare. And pocket the lighters for lighting the candles—sorry. ]
Free Your Spirit
[ This, at least, is familiar now. Carver throws himself against the bars with a furious, reflexive fervor. It’s not the first time he’s been locked in a cage and those times before never ended in anything less than a bloodbath. When that doesn’t work, he does his best to attack the hinges, to seek out weak points in the bars, the construction of the cage itself.
Nothing gives.
Finally, he stills, shoulders heaving. Furious and twitching. Confess, the sign reads. ]
Oh, fuck your mother!
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( eddie, to his credit, also went through the stages of grief being put on display here. when he'd first been thrown into this cage, he tried the bars, he tried the hinges, he yelled, and he bargained. he's not as resigned to his fate as he is tired. throwing oneself at steel bars is exhausting, you see. give eddie a few minutes, and he'll try again, probably.
for now, he just watches as brandon attempts to break out, hoping that he fares better.
no such luck. )
Don't think she had much to do with this one.
( his mother, that is. it's been a while since she's had anything to do with anything, but that's a conversation for a different day. )
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Maria | Silent Hill 2 | OTA
[lately Maria is getting nervous about what could be a test, what couldn't be, and well it seems like this egg is a test. like some high school test about responsibility. so she specifically got a purse with soft cloths and the like for carrying it around. in her apartment, she's treating it like its her child. silly? sure. but it seems like she should be nice to it.
and this isn't her first time feeling emotional about something she really shouldn't.
however, seeing someone not treat it carefully makes her anxious.]
Not really the parenting type, are you?
2. Free your spirit.
[being real? she's just grateful it didn't kill her. it seemed like a monster and monsters had a habit of doing that to her. so she's trying to count her blessings as she sits in her cage, trying to think over her options. it clearly wants her to confess her secret and she knows what that is. Maria only has one secret. she'll tell if it means surviving this.
but she doesn't want anybody else to hear and she looks at the person next to her.]
Gonna tell your deep, dark secrets? I'll cover my ears if you do it for me.
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he doesn’t even know what secrets he really has to offer. does he keep secrets? he feels like he does, but they’re secret even to himself. there’s things he runs away from. and now he’s sitting here, being forced to think about it.
he glares dourly over his knees, arms folded over them, half his face hidden as he sulks, wondering what would appease the captor. he feels like he doesn’t even know what his deepest secret is—he may have to reveal many until the beast is satisfied, and that’s how Till will learn what his own deepest secret is.
normally, Till would fight tooth and nail, obstinate against his best interest… but his spirit’s worn quite thin, and for another thing… the terror this thing made him feel is unlike any violent segyein that’d beaten Till black and blue, back home.
he doesn’t respond to Maria at first.]
I don’t even know if I have any. Stupid fucking place.
Either way… I’ll cover my ears for you. That’s no problem.
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eddie brock / venom movies
Jingle Jingle, Kris Kringle
Although the man's unconscious, Manny still remains alert and on guard just in case if that form comes up again. He'd rather be safe than sorry.]
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caitlyn kiramman | arcane | ota
[Caitlyn is not familiar with any 'egg holidays' or, really, what to do with an egg at all. Nothing in her life, none of her education or experiences, have in any way whatsoever prepared her to take care of an egg. But if there's a helpless little creature in there waiting to be born, of course she'll have to figure it out. She can hardly let the thing die.
The first thing she does upon receiving the egg is slip off the overcoat she's wearing and wrap it around the egg, because it's quite cold and she's fairly certain that eggs need to be kept warm.
The second thing she does is to huff in frustration because--]
I'm not a bird!
ii. free your spirit
[A hearty shake and rattle of the cage door does nothing. Failing that, an examination of the hinges offers precious little hope of breaking them. Still, she pulls off her belt and tries to jam the buckle into one of the hinges to dislodge the pin. After several minutes of trying, she's scuffed both the buckle and the hinge and scraped a couple of her fingers, and the pin hasn't budged.
Caitlyn is tired, she's sore and damp from being dragged over rocks and through water, the uniform she insists on wearing at all times is muddy and a little more tattered than before, and for a moment, all she can do is rest her forehead against one of the cage bars and miserably wonder if she'll ever go home to Piltover.
That's when she hears the whisper.]
Confess? I haven't got anything to confess.
[What secrets has she got? Other than, perhaps, her surname, which she's been doing her utmost to avoid telling anybody, but that isn't really a secret, per se.]
iii. wildcard!
[ooc: feel free to wildcard me, I'm at
free your spirit
What? Piltover's little princess has a squeaky-clean record? Come on. You can't be that dull.
[ The words drip with sarcasm and contempt. Even after everything, it was hard to swallow the presence of an Enforcer. Besides, she had no way of knowing where on the timeline this Kiramman was. Too dark to see, too dark to be sure.
Sevika had considered remaining silent in the dark, unwilling to reveal her presence, but where would that get her? They were both trapped. They would continue being trapped if no one did anything about it. As much as she hated it, saying nothing was more or less as stupid as remaining silent. ]
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Accelerator | OTA
[Accelerator remembers the last time they were given something to take care of and what a nightmare that turned out to be, so he's understandably cautious when he receives an egg from Tatianna. Winter Solstice isn't something he's too familiar with, nor is he all that knowledgeable of Easter, but he does recognize her Santa outfit as something commonly seen during the holidays in Academy City, worn by employees of various stores as they try to persuade shoppers to spend exorbitant amounts of money.
It's all very weird, and with a flat expression he decides to do the most rational thing, which is take his egg to the library for research. After commandeering a table and desk lamp, he sets the egg up in his winter coat under the lamp to keep it warm, and goes digging through the stacks. Once he finds what he's looking for he settles in, feet up on the table, to flip through them.
The books and articles range from Smithsonian handbook of interesting bird nests and eggs to Experiments on Mammalian Eggs and Embryos; proceedings of the ninth symposium of the Society for the Study of Fertility, Liverpool, July, 1970 to Molecular embryology: Methods and Protocols and Egg incubation : its effects on embryonic development in birds and reptiles. Embryology is not his forte, and he doesn't want another incident like with the stuffed animals.]
Free Your Spirit
[You know what Accelerator is even less familiar with? Krampus. He knows Christmas, but a big demonic monster that punishes naughty children is beyond him.
Needless to say, he isn't pleased when he's dumped into one of the cages, coughing and sputtering from being dragged through god knows how many rivers. He looks utterly furious, pushing his wet bangs out of his eyes as he looks around.]
What the fuck was that thing?
[Absently, he reaches down to adjust the metal cuff on his right forearm. His crutch (currently retracted into the cuff) thankfully made it with him, so he can at least stand on his own. That's one small miracle. His choker also seems to be working just fine in normal mode, though as he surveys his surroundings he wonders how using his powers would fare.]
Wildcard
((Open to any closed prompts or plotting! I'm cryptophyta@plurk and discord.))
wildcard; message
'ch. My hands are sweaty, what is that? Hey, some people showed up, I guess, are the baked goods worth anything?
LMAO Vincentttttttt
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Fukuzawa Yukichi | Bungo Stray Dogs | OTA
[This is an awful decision. Sure, Fukuzawa is known for taking in stray kids and giving them homes and jobs, but those kids were all teenagers when he found them! Very minimal amounts of parenting were needed! He doesn't have any clue how to take care of a baby! What if he messes up and breaks it, or worse, the egg's contents grow to resent him for his terrible parenting skills? He's not prepared for this at all!
Which is to say, Fukuzawa is standing there, staring at the egg in his hands, with a feeling of dread settling into his stomach. Though the panic is only really visible in his eyes, that's enough to tell that he might need help here.]
Free Your Spirit
[Well, Fukuzawa is in a hanging cage, sitting on the floor and inspecting his egg. Luckily the egg was carefully wrapped in a scarf, so it suffered no damage during transport, but Fukuzawa himself has a few bumps and scrapes. He didn't even do anything wrong, he feels unjustly captured here. At least jail didn't involve dragging him around in a sack first.
Once he's sure his egg is fine, he will cradle it in his arms as he looks to the people near him. Quite a few people have been taken, it seems. He glances to the person in the cage closest to his and clears his throat before speaking.]
Have you tried anything yet?
[He's going to collect information before acting.]
Wildcard
[Contact me over at
Free Your Spirit
I charged at it a couple of times. Didn’t even make a single dent on it.
osamu dazai | bungo stray dogs
[There's little that makes Dazai want to participate less than the fact that Tatianna is the one giving them the eggs, given her last little request to gather gossip had been a big dead end along with the fact that the tea itself was tampered with in some way. But on the other hand, he still doesn't know whether this woman is actually an emissary of Echo and Aurora or not, or if refusal would be counted as a mark against his world -- assuming there is any danger to his world in the first place, which he isn't entirely convinced of, but has no proof against either.
He stares at his egg, bemused, lightly twirling it in his fingers, though carefully enough that there's no risk of it falling and smashing on the ground.]
Isn't this the kind of thing they give teenagers in school to encourage them not to have unprotected sex?
[Not that Dazai's ever been to an actual high school but he's familiar with the concept okay.]
ii. 🥚 very very eggstraordinary
[As in most things, if Dazai is going to be Required to do a thing, he's going to be weird about it. As such, he has put googly eyes on his egg, along with a mustache he stole off a mister potato head knockoff at the Kwik-stop, and now he is pushing it all around town in a baby stroller, loudly narrating his adventures to his "child":]
Did you know coffee can be hot enough to cause third-degree burns, Tama-kun? There was a famous American lawsuit about it. A woman was hospitalized for eight days, and that was just an accidental spill. Imagine what would've happened if it was deliberate! So if you ever make someone angry enough to throw a drink in your face, try to make sure it's a cold one--
[Ah. The baby stroller bumps into someone. The egg wobbles dangerously, but ultimately remains in place.]
Oh dear. That was almost a categgstrophe!
iii. 🌲 free your spirit
[It is, Dazai thinks, an incredible ripoff that being able to inherently nullify abilities does nothing when you are unceremoniously scooped into a sack and dragged away. Extremely rude, frankly! The entire time he's being kidnapped he shrieks and bitches and yells like a cat being forced to take a bath, and the whining does NOT cease when he's dumped in the cage. Does he think he can annoy Krampus into letting him go? Maybe. Or he's just a really, really, fucking annoying prisoner.]
Alright, you caught me! I admit it! I took the last cookie out of the cookie jar at Heather's party! I was really hungry, alright???
[That's all he has to confess to, right. Not any of that mafia executive stuff, with all the murder and extortion and fraud and such. Absolutely not.]
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[ Calling you out, Dazai, calling you out!! Which is what is Gorgug's conclusion here, after having his legged bumped into, and then staring at the pair with the disbelief they deserve. His accusation doesn't follow swiftly after, though; Gorgug spends a couple of seconds really staring at that egg with a...grimace forming on his face.
That he then looks at Dazai with. And Gorgug himself is currently eggless, carrying in his hands a thermos. ]
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Vax'ildan | The Legend of Vox Machina | OTA
Whenever there's buzz of new people arriving at the hospital, Vax'ildan goes to scope out the group. It's a strange thing, hoping to see someone you know and also hoping you don't see someone you know. Maybe he's also trying to find any new information about this place. Something that will take him home. No such luck on that front.
Given that he hasn't been here very long either, he doubts he'll be much help when it comes to information, but when he spots someone looking anxious, lost, or alone, Vax can sympathize, so he speaks up.
"It's fucked up. I know. Are you okay?"
Free Your Spirit (will match formatting)
[ooc: having followed Krampus to its lair, Vax will attempt to free people from their cages. Whether he succeeds or not is up to you. Roll dice if you want. ;) ]
Following someone is a basic skill for a rogue. Following a god is trickier, but with the blessings of a goddess' vestige, it's not impossible. In the blink of an eye, Vax'ildan can be gone from one spot and arrive in another thanks to the incredible speed and agility of the Deathwalker's Ward. The armor, granted to him by the goddess of death, has helped in many instances and continues to do so.
Within the catacombs, Krampus' victims remain trapped in cages. Hopefully, Vax’s lockpicking skills aren't too rusty. Once Krampus has left the chamber to search the city for new victims, Vax'ildan drops down from the darkness of the ceiling.
It may startle you when your cage is suddenly struck by a person landing on top of it. The cage swings under the weight, and when you look up, you see an elven man in black garb perched there with a pair of large, black raven wings spread behind him. Looking into the cage, he speaks to you.
"Hey, if you're tired of hanging around, I'll try to get you out of there."
Free Your Spirit
Alright, just be careful not to drop me or anyone else from the other cages.
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Mal Durrish | Star Wars: Legends (OC) | Very OTA!
She's taken to sitting outside the hospital this time of month, just in case there's anybody coming out in a panic who needs calming. It's here that she's found by Tatianna. She doesn't understand anything about egg holidays but by the time she has a chance to ask that, she's already in the possession of an egg, painted in a strange, uneven pattern.
She carefully opens her coat, nestling it in a sling made out of her scarf and gently covered over - and so she has to abandon her watch long enough to get back to the still very...basic apartment she has, leaving the door a bit ajar as she sets up an ersatz incubating station for the egg.
A box with some scrounged straw makes sense, right? As does a warming lamp, perched carefully over the egg and secured extra well to the wall with some tape to make absolutely sure it doesn't fall over.
"Well, there you go," she says, laying the egg in place. "Hotel for One, no charge."
Free Your Spirit
Of course she tries to fight off the otherworldly presence - it's what a Jedi does - and its almost embarrassing how quickly she ends up in the damn thing's bag of...whatever. And oh, it's not a fun journey - she's got bruises all over and a lovely cut on her forehead by the time she arrives wherever it is they've arrived. She's actually woken by one of those little 'reminders', the cage banged into others nearby, swearing under her breath as she steadies herself.
"Confess to what?! Ugh, you uglier cousin of a wampa..."
She'll get to work - without success - on one of the locks, trying her lightsaber first before resorting to hand tools she has on her.
"No, no, of course, it's magic, she mutters to herself. "Who needs actual effort with cortosis or phrik forging when you've got magic."
She isn't a fan, overall. Some people like Wanda make it look ok, but...yeah. Not a fan.
She swears as an ersatz lockpick breaks, leaning back against the side of the cage.
"Great."
She'll need a rescue or someone to help her figure out what to confess to.
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silco | arcane
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[Comes a voice from somewhere behind him, having been drawn toward the shouting like a moth to flame. He just so happens to be carrying a cheerfully painted egg of his own in a stupid baby stroller. He's put googly eyes and a fake mustache on it.]
The catch is that every one of your actions is being monitored and evaluated, including this one! But there's no real way to know what Echo and Aurora's assessment criteria are, so hostile paranoia might yet be a boon! Or it could be a large demerit against your world~
[He shrugs expansively, letting go of the stroller to spread his hands in a "who knows" gesture.]
That is, if you even believe our worlds or the multiverse at large are truly in danger in the first place.
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o1 HEYYYYYYyyyyyy
IT'S TIME!!!!!! THE SHORTIEs!!!!!!!!!!
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the custodian | remnant 2 | ota
[ Truthfully, he hasn't the slightest idea how to take care of an egg. Certainly, he has knowledge about livestock breeding and the like, but he knows that experience and testing far surpasses theoretical speculation, and he certainly has none of that...and there is no do-over, he suspects, should he break this one.
He is unwilling to leave it alone where something might happen to it; better to have it under his watch, as little as that might do for it. While he has very little in the way of extraneous carrying capacity - no modifications like an incubator or anything useful for this - he also does not possess the capability to cramp, so he simply...carries the egg around with him, one of his floor-sweepingly long sleeves tied up around his shoulder so he can keep it close to his core and the warmth it provides. It limits the range of his free hand, but that does not matter.
If he sees another person carrying around their egg, he glides over to peer at what they're doing. He may even ask a question. ]
Do you know if there is any way of telling the state of what is inside? My inbuilt equipment does not work on it.
2. captivity
[ The Custodian is, often, obedient to a fault. He simply lets it happen; what else can he do? He is not equipped for combat or indeed, to defend himself; the Drzyr had made it quite clear what they thought of machines that could defend themselves.
He is not sure what he should confess. He does not know where to start or where he should address it to...he cannot by any means address it to his creators, or that silent distortion at the center of his universe.
Now that the darkness no longer clouds my mind...
Lacking anything else to do, he sits awkwardly in his cage and begins to sing; a low, vibrating series of sounds with little melody, just slight variations in pitch.
It's not a great sound to hear when you're caged in the dark. ]
3. wildcard
[ hit me with anything!! ]
EGGS
She's no Bird User so she isn't quite sure that she's going to be up to snuff for taking care of an egg, but she'll do her best. It's been entrusted to her, anyway, so that means that it should be cared for with love and affection, right? Right.
So, she holds it close in both hands - careful to not have it be too tight - and try to have it feel secure and warm. Is that right? She has no idea!
But it seems like she's not the only one that's unsure of this whole situation. ]
Nope. I don't know anything about it! [ She says that with a bit too much confidence. ] I don't even know if what I'm doing is right!
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sevika / arcane / ota
fuck it we ball
[ Look, right now Silco needs two things. Well, three, actually, but he'll settle for two. Something to smoke, something to drink, and a place to settle in and get working. He's already scoped out the apartment, and found it wanting. He did not sign his name on the door, but instead scratched a sign that only someone like Sevika, or Jinx would know. Something that would not let him be discovered by other entities in the area.
Thus far, he's changed into clothing that doesn't show off the bullets on his stomach, he's filched a few packs of cigarettes from a shop, and even found a few cigars. And a lighter.
Never doubt Zaunites to be self-reliant, and able to take what they can.
He tossed the box of smokes on the bar, and the lighter. He already has a cigarillo in his mouth, though it's hardly what he prefers. It's... something at least. ]
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Manny | Ice Age | OTA
[Of all the gifts Manny expected to be given to him, a painted egg is almost certainly not one of them. At first, the mammoth is rather skeptical of Tatianna's present. Not only because he didn’t trust her enough to go for tea the previous month, but also because he'd remembered the last incident involving eggs back in his home world.
But in spite of his suspicions regarding the egg itself, he eventually gave in and takes it from her hands. As he carries it with his trunk, he looks around for some place where he can keep it safe and warm.]
What kind of creature did she take this egg from?
[Manny mutters mostly to himself. He's certainly hopes that it wasn’t another dinosaur egg.]
[Free Your Spirit]
[Manny wasn’t exactly sure how he'd ended up in this predicament. He thought he was prepared for whatever Etraya throws at him, given his encounters with ghosts a while back. But unfortunately, he was dead wrong the moment he got caught up in that sack.
As soon as he gotten inside of the cage Krampus prepared for him, the mammoth did everything he could to break out. From charging right at the bars and stomping on the floors of the cage repeatedly. But no matter how hard he tries, none of his methods work.
Eventually, Manny sat down in his cage. He remained silent for quite some time before he turns towards the nearest cage and speaks to whoever's inside.]
Alright, does anyone wants to go first or should I go first?
Re: Manny | Ice Age | OTA
[Peye pauses, checking see of that had done anything to the cage.]
...eh, it was worth a shot.
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Ouyang Duyu | Have You Seen My Brother | open
[He'll be honest, when he was first handed the egg Ouyang Duyu was confused. What does Winter Solstice have to do with eggs? Where he's from isn't there just supposed to be a family dinner?
By the time he wanted to complain though she'd already left. Rude??? He really did consider just throwing it away but well. He felt a little bad for it. He still grumbled about it.]
Why am I even worrying about it? It's just an egg...
[But he still cradles it carefully in his arms, tucking it into the cloak he wore.]
How am I even supposed to take care of an egg? I can't sit on it. [He looked down at the egg.] Why didn't you come with instructions?
2. Sure, drag the person with delicate health through water in winter. Why not?
[He didn't shout and swear as he was dragged only because he has an image to maintain. Even when he's told the confess he fought down the desire to say, 'confess your mother!.
His thick coat was heavy and laden with water so he stripped that off. He's still wet though and he's quickly shivering. He's already pale to begin and was even paler and between that and his white hair he looks really sickly. It also makes all the bruises already forming from being dragged show up more starkly.
He rubbed his hands over his upper arms in a vane attempt to warm up.]
I don't suppose you could start a fire?
[He says it a little absentmindedly to whoever was locked up close by. He's also weighing the possibility of throwing projectile weapons when Krampus came back versus trying to talk his way out of this.]
Why is everyone here so obsessed with secrets?
[By everyone he means Krampus and the time he was asked to find gossip. It technically was only twice but since he hadn't been here long, twice seemed like a lot already!]
rescue time!!!
Luckily! Gege is a hunting dog! It might take a few hours, but following Ouyang Duyu's scent, he does eventually manage to find his way into this strange underground area with cages and stuff in it, wielding an umbrella instead of a sword, and with sticks and dirt sticking out of his hair.]
Wuyou! Are you okay?
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Dylan Brock | OTA | will match style!
Hospitals aren't pleasant places in the best of times, and Dylan's last foray into a medical setting involved fighting his way through armed guards to escape. Despite how quiet these hospitals are, Dylan's still half-expecting some goons to appear and start chasing him down. Yet he emerges into the lobby without incident, greeted by the bright colors of a birthday celebration.
He's ready to quietly slip around and not interrupt someone else's party, but a robot shoves a plate of cake and pizza into his hands, congratulating him for another year alive. Dylan looks dumbfounded for a moment, but his last birthday had come and gone without much fanfare — Maybe a belated celebration is better than none at all.
"Yeah, okay, sure." Dylan tears off a piece of cake from his slice, not even bothering with utensils as he pops it into his mouth. "Happy sweet sixteen to me, I guess."
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02. uneggspected gift (outside hospital)
Look, Dylan doesn't have a lot of nice things. His focus back home was mainly day-to-day survival. Here, that doesn't seem to be an issue — So when he's handed a really pretty egg, of course he wants to take care of it and keep it nice. It was a gift. More importantly, it's his, and if there's anything alive in there (Dylan is not entirely sure if that's the case) then it's depending on him.
So he holds it gently, keeping it warm in his hands and in the pocket of the large coat he found on his way out.
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03. a boy and his bug (all around etraya)
Dylan's egg eventually hatched into a large Hercules Beetle, a little bigger than his palm. Its color is gradually shifting all the time, and it stays perched on his head or his shoulder as he wanders the city. It is a VERY cool bug.
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04. wildcard
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Not far behind is Jason.
"Hey. Pretty nice guy you got there," he says.
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Reading to your egg-child is supposed to make them smarter, right?
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