vatheon

† send me an angel [intro]

likeagoodson — Fri, 30 Dec 2011 07:47:10 GMT

Who: ~~Cherry~~ Charles J. Chrishunds & Anyone
Location: Central Plaza
Time: 3AM
Style: Action!
Status: OPEN

[ This isn't what he's expecting. Not the wetness sinking into his skin, his very bones. Not the strange atmosphere and its surroundings. This isn't where he's supposed to be. He sits in the middle of (what he assumes to be) a plaza, drenched and just a little too pale. Perhaps deathly so. But if anyone passes him, he's more focused on buttoning together the sides of his shirt, trying to conceal himself. ]

If you're comfortable, I'm comfortable... This is certainly not what I had in mind.

[ It's under his breath, and then— He's fumbling in the folds of his clothes, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his dress pants to check them for something. Pure panic, and Charley stands, bending to check his— ]

WHERE ARE MY SHOES?!

[ Barefoot and drenched, he remains in the same spot he arrived in. A shiver, and he knows it's some old human response coupled with the hunger gnawing at the edges of his very being. How long had it been now? Who had done this?

He's determined to find out. And by God, he's going to get his shoes back too. ]

Master. [ It's almost affectionate, wistful. ] I hope you're safe.

notjustapet — Fri, 30 Dec 2011 05:56:41 GMT

Who: Toboe and anyone who wants to help the kid out.
Location: The plaza
Time: Late :|
Style: Action
Status: OPEEEENNN

[The red-haired kid wandering around the plaza has his head tilted up, almost as if he were looking up to the barrier, but his eyes are closed. He's sniffing the air.]

Maybe it's just the water...but I can't smell Tsume or Hige anywhere...

I'm....not the only one here....am I?

[He looks around, hoping to spot something helpful. Like that random cat by the fountain. Cats were scary....but desperate times...]

Excuse me...I think I'm lost. Do you know where we are? Vatheon? I've never heard of it. Not that it's really a problem or anything, but all I can smell is human. Are there any wolves or anything here? [A pause, as if listening.] Oh....well, that's a relief, at least.

I guess...that means...I'm all alone here....

1st Spellcode [Intro]

kissedgoldfrog — Fri, 30 Dec 2011 04:58:38 GMT

Who: Madison Rocca and anyone wandering around
Location: Central Plaza
Time: Around midnight
Style: Open to any style
Status: Open

To say she was freezing was a huge understatement.

While she was accustomed to water, Madison did not like the fact that one moment she was heading out of the Rock Porium to speak to Nick, and suddenly arriving in a place that wasn't Briarwood, late at night, and soaked to the bone. Her first instinct was to grab her Mystic Morpher cellphone and dial for help.

"Hey, Vida! Pick up will you?"

All she heard was a dead tone and the raven haired young woman groaned. Just great...lost, confused and no way to contact home.

And freezing...

Madison sighed and started to walk around the plaza, hoping someone could help her out.

Snape + Water = RAEG

halfbloodalways — Thu, 29 Dec 2011 23:44:57 GMT

Who: Severus Snape and OPEN
Location: Central Plaza
Time: Afternoon
Style: Whatever you wish to bring my way :D
Status: Open

The first thing he realized - he was soaked. The second thing he realized - he was alive. Neither of these facts made sense.

Severus Snape pushed himself up from the ground, shaking out the arms of his traveling cloak in a hopeless effort to dry himself some. He glared at his surroundings and found none of it to his liking. Was this the Afterlife? He had never imagined it would be so... wet.

It takes the wizard a few moments to realize he is not alone and he called out to the nearest person.

"Where am I?"

[first sunset] intro

seasaltzombie — Thu, 29 Dec 2011 23:22:38 GMT

Characters: Roxas and you
Location: The Plaza
Time: Morning
Style: Either/or!
Status: Open to all!

Roxas wished he could say he was a stranger to waking up in weird places with no idea where he was, but that would be such a lie.

This time, though, he really didn't know where he was. It was underwater, sure, and full of coral, so maybe that meant Atlantica, but... he was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to breathe if that was the case. Besides - he was pretty sure he shouldn't even have his own body right now. Hadn't he made the choice to go back to Sora for good? What was going on now? Ugh. And to cap it all off, he was soaked through.

Maybe if he went for a walk, he'd find someone who could tell him what was going on. It was worth a try at least, right?

"Uh... hello?" he called out. Wow. That sounded stupid even to him. "Can anyone tell me where I am? I think I'm a little lost."

Chosen Ones

chosen_gigolo — Mon, 26 Dec 2011 06:25:00 GMT

Characters: Zelos and Colette
Location: Zelos is in an out of the way corner of the plaza, Colette... idk. Interaction takes place via video
Time: Late evening the night of Zelos' arrival. (insert into this thread)
Style: Prose
Status: Closed

Zelos ran a thumb down the directions Zelda had given him on how to use the communication system before she went off to get him clothes to replace his bloodstained and salt-contaminated ensemble, allowing him the privacy to contact his friend.

Friend. It was still a foreign concept to him but Colette, and the others for that matter, they really were. He could count on them for help without being expected to offer any compensation, and that made him want to help them in turn. Funny how that worked.

He took a breath and pressed the "call" button as Zelda had instructed, wondering what the heck he was going to say.

Japan 『●』 004 << And why aren't you drunk yet? >>

nippon_ga_yo — Mon, 26 Dec 2011 03:39:54 GMT

Characters: Japan, Canada, and Vietnam
Location: A steakhouse near Japan's house ... Let's not be specific
Time: Night of 25th
Style: Action for the sake of speed?
Status: Closed.

*Ah. It's that time of the year when the lights shine brightly and people smile as they pass each other on the streets. Japan is rather feeling the Holiday spirit, despite not celebrating the holiday religiously. And thank goodness, he is spending it with friends. Holding the bag of presents in his arms and promised food in a bag besides his feet, he waits patiently outside the restaurant.*

They should be here soon ...

*He checks his watch. It is close to the promised time. He doesn't look around, but he does listen for approaching footsteps.*

a_violent_end — Mon, 26 Dec 2011 02:56:58 GMT

Characters: Shizuo and Zelda
Location: The plaza
Time: The 26th, Noonish
Style: Prose to start!
Status: Closed

Now that the holiday had come to an end and the commotion had mostly died down, Shizuo was trying to get accustomed to Vatheon. It didn't seem as though he'd be leaving any time soon, so familiarizing himself with it was a good idea. That, and he had plenty of time on his hands and not much to do with it.

He was quiet, keeping mostly to himself as he passed the occasional resident. Shizuo wasn't looking to develop the kind of reputation he had in Ikebukuro here in Vatheon. It was his hope that maybe - just maybe - things could be different for the time being. If he could keep himself in check and avoid Izaya...Then again, who was he kidding? He already had a couple of outbursts, and it didn't seem as though his self-control had improved upon changing location.

He mused over these things as he made his way through the plaza.

Happy one year Jack!

tangledlocks — Sun, 25 Dec 2011 22:24:07 GMT

[Holding his gift from the stocking, his beloved pocketwatch (which he had lost months before). Jack begins a video feed, he's grinning as wide as he can. He has news for Vatheon, if it really matters for anyone!]

Hello fellow Vatheonites. Some of you may not know me, but I am Jack Vessalius. Today, exactly one year ago I was transported here from my home. Despite missing where I came from and having to make myself a home here, I can gladly say I've become quite cozy.

I'm not going to have a party, and I'm not going to boast about it much more. I just took my time before broadcasting this to think over what relationships I've made here. The people I've met, and met again, and lived with.

It's really all overwhelming, and for the stocking to hold my precious unharmed pocketwatch is a wonderful gift. Thank you for your time Vatheon.

Not Even A Mouse;

thalassino — Sun, 25 Dec 2011 16:33:35 GMT

Characters: EVERYONE
Location: ALL AROUND (but mostly in the plaza)
Time: MORNING - NIGHT??? (aka all day)
Style: Whatever suits!
Status: OPEN

T'was the night before Christmas and all through Vatheon
Plenty were stirring, some even getting their creep on.
The stockings were hung all over the place--
Because the natives had nagged and nagged and and sometimes chased.

But then Christmas morning came about, and the natives maybe had some help from some outside sources--or maybe it was the Great Lamufao, or maybe it was some other sort of magic entirely, transcending worlds and times--

But either way, all of those stockings the natives nagged and nagged the foreigners about? Suddenly...they were all full.

Enjoy, Vatheon. Have a very (fishy) Merry Christmas!

→ ninth gig | It's just the power to charm, I'm lying in the rain.

ninthserenade — Sun, 25 Dec 2011 07:25:54 GMT

Characters: Demyx & Lea
Location: Starting up at the elevator/beach, and we'll go from there!
Time: Evening of the 25th
Style: Whichever you want bb <3
Status: Closed!

---

_{[With his little message to Lea delivered earlier, Demyx took the time to set up everything he had planned out in his head on the surface. Only a small part of the beach was sectioned off while the Nobody worked on his project. A few hours of working on the beach later, he headed back down to Vatheon to finish the rest of his big plan. All that was left now was to wait for Lea at the elevator.

Lamufao, please let this night go off without a hitch.]}

crownedwalker — Sun, 25 Dec 2011 02:13:05 GMT

Who: Kanda and Allen
Location: Around the house!
Time: Evening
Style: Action, mostly?
Status: Clooooooooooosed

Also, this might be the most uguu uguu love thread ever.

[What a relaxing day it had been thus far. Not that... it wasn't ever relaxing in Vatheon--cripes, everything was free and one could choose to work or not... Hoooowever... this day in particular... Had just been wonderful. Between the, as normal, well-cooked meals, the loving gestures, the feelings of being together...]

[Well it had Allen pretty tuckered out. So the best option on this lovely evening? Kanda-pillow, obviously! Time to curl up with the boyfriend! Allen slips his arms around Kanda with a little grin.]

Hey...

There's One Little Lost Bookworm Here~

peaceful_flame — Sat, 24 Dec 2011 18:45:31 GMT

Who: Ruca Milda and you
Location: Central Plaza
Time: Afternoon
Style: Everything's fine.
Status: Open

The last thing he remembered was the airship. The giant machine Tenos' noble Albert lent them was supposed to allow them to get to the Tower of Dawn. At the top of that tower they surely would have to fight Mathias. Ruca wished there was another way to settle this; he didn't want to fight. Yet he knew there was nothing they could do to change Mathias' mind.

Ruca slowly opened his bluish green eyes, then pushed himself up into the sitting position. He blinked a few times, before his gaze focused on his surroundings. He could barely believe own eyes! He was no longer aboard the airship and the scenery before him was like nothing he had ever seen before. And to make things worse he was soaked wet. He looked around, confused and almost panicking on the inside. His friends were nowhere to be seen.

He was here all alone.

At this thought, the boy's shoulders dropped, a water was dripping from his silver hair.

"...Where... am I?"

But it was not a good time to be sitting on the ground! Especially with those soaked clothes. ~~what if he catches a cold?~~ He had to find out what happened and where his friends were!

The boy stood up and started to walk. He looked around in hopes to find someone willing to tell him what happened.

And it seemed he didn't have to look for too long.

Trying his best to surpass his shyness, the boy approached the first person he saw and asked them timidly:

"E-excuse me... Could you... tell me where am I?"

TIS THE SEASON

wavesoakedlegs — Sat, 24 Dec 2011 18:18:26 GMT

Who: Mitsuhide, Motochika and Gracia.
Location: 12 Olie Street, Phanga neighbourhood.
Time: Backdated to just over a week ago, daytime.
Style: Action, for some quick threading. =3
Status: Closed!

~

[When it comes to any form of decorating, Mitsuhide is very big on coordination. After going through what he has learned from others, and his experience during last year's 'christmas,' he has gotten together what they need to brighten up their home as appropriate. It will be a family task, but the samurai has made a start whilst waiting for his lover and daughter to come home.]

[It is already obvious that he is working to a theme, doing his best to keep the look attractive in a most definite elegant manner. Mitsuhide is finding it a relaxing thing to do as well, and so he is humming under his breath as he works in the living room.]

As the hour met the minute hand

stridertime — Sat, 24 Dec 2011 10:32:21 GMT

Who: Dave Strider and the Jolly Inhabitants of Vatheon
Location: Central Plaza
Time: Afternoon? Idk man
Style: Anything goes
Status: Open!

well
atlantis isnt such a lost city after all
i fucking found it guys
not only did i find it but im apparently stuck in it too
i guess this is why it stays lost
you cant get fucking out of it
spoiler
i know it isnt atlantis
its more like i got thrown into the little mermaid
but i dont get to swim around topless with a fishtail
guess i cant work on my under the sea gig

You don't actually expect replies of any sort. You just thought you'd make yourself known while you tried to find a familiar face. You haven't quite dug through the network yet, really.

You had plenty of time to that. You're Dave Strider and you look like a cat just dragged you out of the water. But other then that, you don't seem to really mind.

It beats watching Karkat making a ridiculous mess of himself. But Rose isn't here. Shit. He left Rose to deal with a bunch of crazy and embarrassing trolls. He has a vague feeling that he isn't even Alpha Dave. How did Alpha Dave end up in the goddamn ocean? He was on a meteorite in front of a fucking green sun.

He'll hang around the central plaza looking nonchalant as usual though. You're Dave Strider, and you're going to take some nice, needed minutes to actually not give a fuck about your predicament.

When Things Are Crumbling...

marionettetamer — Fri, 23 Dec 2011 22:28:12 GMT

[ CHARACTERS ]: Anise Tatlin and vatheon
[ LOCATION ]: The Plaza
[ TIME ]: Anise's arrival to Vatheon. Fair warning there's a little bit of depression going on in here. XD
[ STYLE ]: Both
[ STATUS ]: Open~

[ Any Vatheonites can see that there was a strange teenage girl curled up in a corner of the plaza covered in water and shaking. She wasn't cold. She was actually sobbing if anyone were to walk closer. Her pigtails drooped low due to the wetness of her hair and her clothes clung to her as she shook. She didn't even care about that right now. She could get sick and pass out and it wouldn't matter. Ion just died. She couldn't even think of why she was here and not anywhere near Ion right now. How did it happen? Why was she covered in water and what was this place?

She would know if it were any part of Auldrant because she's been there. This place was unknown, and foreign and strange. She couldn't tell where the directions led and she couldn't tell if any of her companions were nearby. Not that she would seek them out right now. She had betrayed them. She had turned them over for Mohs and her parents. Were her mama and papa okay? She knew that they had rescued them but still. She still couldn't get past the fact that it wasn't her fault. It was the situation that called for it. She tried her best to think it like that but she couldn't. She knew what she was doing and she knew what had happened was her fault. Even if she wasn't blamed for it. She knew she was at fault.

She betrayed Ion, and everyone that ever cared about her. Those were happy days. Her friends and Ion. Anise curled up even more covering herself as she tried to slow her sobs down. Everything will be okay...soon. She'll just leave them. They were probably angry at her and upset that she didn't talk to them. Maybe she should have. She didn't know how though. That's just how she was. She didn't know how to ask others for help. She always smiled and acted as if everything was okay and really nothing was. She was always doing something behind their backs. Her sobbing continued quietly. ]

> Nepeta: Enter Vatheon

nyanpeta — Fri, 23 Dec 2011 22:25:14 GMT

Who: Nepeta and YOU
Location: Central Plaza
Time: Early evening
Style: Anything goes
Status: Open!

arsenicCatnip [AC] began trolling NETWORK

:33 < *ac sniffs at the new device she found and wonders just where she is*
:33 < this doesnt look anything like the veil
:33 < theres a pawsitively adorable glowy thing flying around me too!
:33 < *ac laughs and tries catching it but its too fast fur her*
:33 < hmm this device is weird beclaws theres no trollian on it at all!
:33 < so it takes a pawfully long time to type all this
:33 < *ac bats at the keys some more with her paws*
:33 < i dont suppaws any of my furrends are around here?
:33 < they are grey like me and have horns and some of them like karkitty yell a lot
:33 < i would appurreciate it furry much if anyone could tell me where to find them :33
:33 < especially equius beclaws im worried about him
:33 < hes big and has a broken horn and wears sunglasses all the time!
:33 < so fur i have only s33n humans
:33 < i didnt think there were so many of them left!

arsenicCatnip [AC] ceased trolling NETWORK

[A few seconds of video flash on after the text cuts out - a small grey troll with cat-like horns and a hood is indeed pawing at the device, looking a great deal more anxious and disoriented than the text let on. She's drenched and her trenchcoat is covered in suspicious green splotches, not to mention one sleeve trailing blue, and indigo staining her gloves. She shivers just before the video goes completely dead]

[Nepeta has put her device aside for now, feeling too cold and miserable to press ahead with her search for the moment. Because she can't help but think that it's all pointless now - the others can't be here, can they? She's dead, and she watched Equius die and couldn't do a thing to save him, and that felt far more like the end of her world than losing Alternia had.

So she's sitting crossed-legged in a corner, distracting herself by batting at the sparkly fairy hovering around her head, eyes as wide as a newborn kitten's, valiantly ignoring the multi-coloured bloodstains seeping through her clothes. She's as near to being in shock as a troll can be, and waking up in such a strange place hasn't helped matters at all.]

((Replies via network or in person are all good! Just specify which, please :D))

⚛ 1

spacedoutwitch — Fri, 23 Dec 2011 18:47:22 GMT

Who: Jade and everyone!
Location: Central plaza
Time: Mid morning
Style: Brackets for super laziness
Status: Open

[Jade certainly doesn't remember any water being on the ship. Nor does she remember there being any water in space, really. Nonetheless, she is now standing up and wringing out her clothes as well as shaking her head to get rid of the sudden DROWNED RAT stage she has been put in.]

There must be a handbook for witchy powers somewhere. Maybe there is a way to change clothes with it or someth--[she is interrupted by a clattering sound of something dropping from her skirt.] Oh! What's this? [It appears to be a miniature computer, shaped like a star. Jade finds it to be cute but immediately begins typing out a message to send as a distress call.]

hello??? HELLOOOOOO!!!!
john? where are you?
:( are you okay, did something happen? please respond, i am very worried!

[Those who choose to can either respond to Jade's message or come across her in the Plaza. Or both as it were. Either way she will be sitting on the fountain's edge staring at the screen and waiting for a response from her friend.]

Ky in Vatheon

placemyfaith — Fri, 23 Dec 2011 16:17:36 GMT

Who: Ky and YOU
Location: Central plaza
Time: Early afternoon
Style: Starting in third but I'm good with whatever!
Status: Open

Ky's clothing was usually substantial, but it felt even more so when it was soaked with water. More than the fact that he was dripping water, the heaviness of the clothing was the first thing he noticed. When his eyes opened he wasn't entirely surprised to find that he wasn't at the police station, since there would be no way there that he could get this wet. He was surprised by the small bug-thing hovering by his head.

He stood, staring at the blue thing for a long moment, but it didn't change its movements at all, so he eventually dismissed it. It clearly wasn't providing any clues, so Ky turned his attention to other aspects of his new location. It didn't look like any sort of city he had seen before, either, but he spotted someone else walking. He quickly headed towards them. "Excuse me! Can you help me, please?"

001 | Aesthetics or lack thereof

xthecorvus — Fri, 23 Dec 2011 11:01:34 GMT

Who: Sebastian and the not so squeamish
Location: Central plaza
Time: Late morning
Style: Starting in third but I'll follow you!
Status: OPEN LIKE... open.. things.

He awoke practically coughing it out. A bubble of blood rose in his chest and violently found its way out amidst a series of heavy coughing. His normally perfect clothes were stained a measure of deep red, part of it still moist and spreading thanks to the fact his clothes were soaked. A few more coughs came from his chest as he glanced aside, discarding the gathered blood with a rather forceful spit. Normally quite unfitting of a butler but considering the circumstances, it was to be forgiven.

"Master, are you alr--" Sebastian began but paused, finding his arms to be empty. Impossible. His master was in the area, to be certain. He felt the pull of their contract but where was he? To have gone and disappeared at a time like this... but then it dawns on him.

This wasn't the ship. Grell, the Undertaker, even Ronald wasn't to be seen.

Just where was that boy?

And with the slightest strain, he pulled himself up from where he lay. Even demons could be injured when faced with death scythes, after all. Especially with the extreme blow he had taken, it was only with a chance of inhuman ability that he manages to survive. But he only flinches before focusing his energies on more important matters: namely returning to his master's side and making sure he was alright.

Enter: Zelos

chosen_gigolo — Fri, 23 Dec 2011 07:59:46 GMT

Characters: Zelos and OPEN.
Location: Where the east road from the park connects to the plaza
Time: Late evening
Style: Any, I'll match the thread.
Status: Open

(ooc: This is continued from the writing sample in my app. If you're interested, please give it a read!)

All Zelos could see was red.

It took him a moment to realize it was merely his hair in his face, half undone from the fancy braid he'd been wearing at the peace summit in Meltokio. A summit which, had he not been as amazing as he is, would have ended in disaster thanks to an assassin. He'd have to have a talk with Sheena about that. He doubted it was anyone she commanded, but it could very well have been someone from Mizuho. He'd go see her first thing in the morning.

Or not.

I'm dead, right?

But the spreading numbness blossoming from the left of his crystal informed him that no, he was not dead, but he soon would be if he didn't get a healer's attention soon.

Shouldn't they have done that? There were a lot of people. Or is watching the Chosen die still a form of entertainment I wasn't aware of?

He groaned as he moved a gloved hand to brush the hair from his face and was greeted with a bright spot of yellow light that suddenly took up his entire field of vision.

"Woah!" and then "Arrgh..." as the sudden jump the creature had caused him to perform jostled the small dagger still lodged in his chest. He felt woozy and disoriented, but still had the presence of mind to slide it out and cast a first aid spell on himself. It wasn't much, but it would be enough to hold him over until he could get to a healer, if the poison he suspected the dagger had been laced with didn't get him first. Lucky his crystal slowed such things. He looked up, the question of why no one had helped him vanishing and being replaced with another very simple query.

"Where the hell am I?"

And onee-chan makes two!

yagyu_nasuti — Fri, 23 Dec 2011 06:24:33 GMT

Who: Nasuti and anyone up for it! ♥
Location: Vatheon's Plaza
Time: Midnight (why not?)
Style: Third person prose until you change it!
Status: OPEN (please join? ;_;)

Nasuti Yagyu was too entranced with the giant body of coral in the middle of the plaza to really notice that she was soaking wet. At first she thought the chill she felt was one of wonder and fear, but when she realized that her clothes were clinging to her in all the worst possible places, she looked down at herself in disgust.

What had happened again? Where were the boys--? And why was it midnight? Nasuti started to rub her arms together in a feeble attempt to warm them, and started walking towards the shops in the town before her.

If she was lucky, maybe this was one of those towns that never sleeps. But this certainly wasn't Tokyo, so she was beginning to fear that her chances were slim.

a_violent_end — Fri, 23 Dec 2011 06:17:00 GMT

Characters: Shizuo and OPEN.
Location: Near the fountain.
Time: Evening
Style: Whichever!
Status: Open

As he came into consciousness, the first thing Shizuo realized was that he was wet. Soaked. He shifted uncomfortably as he opened his eyes. Right, it had been raining. That explained why he was so wet. It didn't seem to be raining anymore. He pushed himself up into a sitting position, wondering how he managed to find himself flat on the ground. He felt around his pockets for his cigarettes, tried to pull one out. They were soaked, too, and coming apart. Useless. He sighed, stood, and looked around, shoving the ruined pack back in his pocket.

It didn't look like Ikebukuro. Where was he?

There was a damn fly or something buzzing around his head. Flies weren't usually blue, but whatever. Shizuo tried to swat it away, but it wouldn't disappear. It was pretty damn annoying and he was already having a hard time trying to figure out what was going on. His irritation was growing. This was all because of those punks-

Oh. Right. Shizuo looked down. His soaked bartender uniform was stained with blood - freshly flowing blood - along his abdomen and his leg.

Huh. He'd been shot.

Those damn punks. He'd kill them.

But first - where the hell was he?

001ver2 | Third time's the charm?

xtsundereprince — Fri, 23 Dec 2011 05:28:52 GMT

Who: Laharl and ALL OF YOU
Location: Near the coral
Time: Late afternoon
Style: Starting in third but I'll follow you!
Status: OPEN LIKE YOUR HEAD

The first time, it was mildly irritating.
The second time, it was annoying.
The third time, and this was the third time, IT WAS DOWNRIGHT INFURIATING. It was as if the city couldn't make up its mind whether or not to keep the demon prince in its grasp. Either way, he wouldn't stand for it. Were he in his usual strength levels, there was no doubt the entire plaza would have been set ablaze at this point but as it was, the most he could do was draw out a sword twice his size and more than forcibly charge headlong at the coral.

The locals knew far better than to try and get in his way. After all, it wasn't the first time. Unfortunately for Laharl, it never did quite stick in that head of his that whacking the coral wasn't even going to cause a single scratch. But as far as he was concerned, maybe this time, he'd grown strong enough to get lucky.

"DON'T YOU GET IT?!" he finally yelled, mostly at the coral than anyone in particular. "I'VE GOT A KINGDOM TO WIN BACK!"
"IF I GET BACK THERE-" A smash.
"AND I FIND OUT-" more smashing.
"SOMEONE'S STOLEN MY THRONE WHILE I WAS GONE--" A crash.
"THERE'S GONNA BE HELL TO PAY!"

But this madness stops after a moment as he finds himself trying to catch his breath. All that effort and not a single nick. Go figure. A pointless waste of energy but he was never really one to conserve it in the first place.

Here comes a new friend

sky_protector — Fri, 23 Dec 2011 02:51:44 GMT

Who: Touma and the people of Vatheon
Location: Near Coral Corral
Time: Evening
Style: Either or
Status: OPEN

Touma still couldn't believe he was in this strange place. It wasn't anywhere he was familiar with at all and it looked too clean to be lived in. At least he could smell it now though. Before he'd needed to get the water away from his nose while trying to figure out how he got soaking wet as well as a mark on the underside of his wrist.

Sighing, he took another look around but still had no idea where this was. The starfish thing was probably useful yet the fairy that was following wouldn't tell him how.

"The others are probably missing too," he muttered to himself as he stopped walking to look at a building, pondering what kind of science fiction story he'd wandered into.