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kisorashi:
endless blue always draws her in, regardless of how much time passes on the island, when her heart yearns for familiar seas of clouds and the heartwarming company of her friends. ever since she saw the painting in the museum her heart had been enraptured by its magnificence, the life it brings
she imagines she can hear the rhythmic sound of the ship in her ears, the steady heartbeat tempting her eyes to close. though she knows that her reverie will end once she does.
singularity.
or hearing that would effectively do the same thing, especially when the captain recognizes it’s someone who isn’t fond of her. frowning, her eyes narrow, turning sharply to address one of the few who would call her such, eternal mantle briefly fluttering behind her. and upon seeing him, her hands go to the handle of her swords–or would have if she brought them with her. djeeta holds in a sigh, trying not to curse being unprepared for what was meant to be a relaxing outing.
“I expected to see you sooner or later, Lucilius.” although she’s unexpectedly relieved by the fact newcomers aren’t as powerful as they were in their home worlds, even when it was inconvenient in the beginning, djeeta remains on her guard. “What brings you here out of all the places on the island?”
The movement is noted and briefly he wonders if it was much like his. A natural reaction at the sight of an enemy. Or had she been here long enough to find her possessions returned, restored to their rightful owner yet left behind for a casual outing? The researcher in him desires to test, as it always does. “You lower your guard so easily it is incredible you stand before me still alive. Or have you died multiple times here?”
Lucilius looks on a moment longer, then averts his gaze back to the painting. Even if she were not truly unarmed... Would a righteous warrior dare strike a man whose guard was lowered even if there were past wrongs between the two of them? It is a genuine curiosity.
“Expected to see me. Why? Because of all the others from our world being present? Or is it the impression I have left upon you?” There is a light scoff. “And is it so truly surprising I would be found in a place like this?” Offering no answers he presents yet another question, waiting to see what observations the singularity would offer, wanting to further understand how this one works.
encarnal:
harsh words do little to deter the fallen angel’s bright grin . as a matter of fact , it appeared to grow wider at such striking comments . ❛❛ now , now , you’re going to get me excited with complements like that . ❜❜
he speaks on the lowest dip of a sigh , unable to help feeling the relief that came from once again being scolded , being looked upon so COLDLY from one whom the primal beast revered so highly . hands come to rest on tilted hips . for this man alone , would he not tear this whole city to shreds ? ❛❛ it’s the thought that counts , y’know . ❜❜
dramatic-ism lining the edges of his words , belial does not forgo the opportunity to flash another charmed smile , much to creator’s dismay . ❛❛ ⸻but i’ll admit i’m not in my best shape either . hmm … what to do , what to do . shall you disassemble me & create a better primal ? ❜❜
Lucilius hardly expected much else. Few remarks ever surprised him, be them from Belial or others. Even perfect strangers quickly became predictable. However, this did earn a click of his tongue.
“Such shallow thoughts amount to nothing.” This went without saying. Even knowing things had gone awry in his absence, he doubted anything strayed that far from logic. Though, just how far had they gone away from his predictions? Just how muddled in contradictions did they fall?
“As tempting as that is...” this displayed by the way he allows his voice to trail off, replaced with silence hanging in the air. The astral even humors the thought further by considering the logistics of it all. This world was strange enough to possibly house a similar lab and he would have Belial’s core. Though, “there is nothing guaranteeing the new primal would not be as equally powerless, the forces at work here tirelessly ensuring this play at equality of its hostages. However, once you find yourself reunited with what was once yours we can test the theory if a revised arrival counts as someone ‘new’ here.”

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“What a frivolous holiday.”
Powerless in such a fundamentally different world has left him with a lot of free time on his hands. The first thing was, of course, awaiting for what was rightfully his to be returned. And he was thankfully endlessly patient. But even as his mind wandered from idea to idea, he didn’t actually have any resources to do much just yet.
Thus, the idle musings to whatever seemed to be the current word on the street.
If he had to wager a guess, it’d was a way to assist blossoming feelings. Love. A mess of contradictions, apparently.
He sighs and closes his eyes. “Such a hassle for a mess of chemicals fooling the brain.”
what kind of supervillain you are
doctor removed from good graces
you wretched soul. what great villainy you posses. there is a style to your cruelty, methodical and heartless to most--but not to you. you know why you sacrifice so much. it's for the greater good. they will see someday.
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encarnal:
❛❛ AREN’T YOU A SIGHT for sore eyes ?❜❜ a touch to the neck , by the former wound running by the throat . to anyone else , it’d come as a surprise , a shock out of nowhere . to the astral , however , would it be anything but the signal of a nuisance’s grand arrival ? even so , a splitting grin takes fallen angel’s features , voice dipping low in faux shame . ❛❛ my cillius , what did they do to you ? i could barely sense you , it took me all day to find you . i sure had to work for my reward . ❜❜
❛❛ well— bad news aside , shouldn’t we go celebrate our touching reunion with a few heads ? i bet whoever is responsible here would like that .❜❜
@ineluctabledeath
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Even with powers and senses dulled or ripped away he gets a feeling at the footsteps alone. His eyes shut, allowing the touch to be a confirmation, one which draws out a sigh. “So you remain as incompetent as ever.”
Lids fluttering open he takes a moment to draw in the sight before him. For all he can tell, the point at which they were plucked from aligned and Belial was just as contained. Eyes narrowing a sense of irritation arises, a creation of his own before him and tampered with by outside forces. “Tell me, then. With what will you take the head of another, the sorry sight that you are.”
Anticipation falls over the laboratory, blinding lights reflecting in the glasses that a finger taps gently upon the rim of, lips pursing as she takes in the details which rest upon the screen before her. Another moment passes before a nigh pleased hum escapes her, and she settles herself into the wheeled seat not so far from the myriad of machines. Several data files read across a few monitors, all while the cursor resting behind the final calculation blinks in solemn silence.
“So you’re finally ready to begin? The stress test, as the kids would call it these days.”
"Ready as I'll ever be, I suppose. Everything's all in order, mmhm."
“Well, I suppose that’s better than some recruits in my time,” the blonde muses, fingers lifting to adjust her glasses before leaning back into her chair. “I look forward to seeing how this all pans out, mm? Oh, in regards to your lovely project in this all. And come to think of it… would you care to do the honors, Caelum?”
Swiveling her chair partway, her lips turn into a scarce smile at her fellow Star, all before green eyes turn to the keyboard with the last modifications placed in. One in particular glows an eerie red, the words sprawling across the screen reading plain as day: DISABLE Respawn_System.
"Aha, this isn't my first rodeo, not to worry!"
Although his words were strained, as if he had to lift them to sound lighter. Contrary to the grin on his companion's face, the corners of his mouth were in a tight line, and the hands that gripped his cane bore white knuckles. His greying hair almost reflects pink in the sanguine light of that one line.
Less to Pleiades, and more to the subjects beyond the veil, he murmurs.
"We're counting on you all out there. I pray you overcome this, too."
Pleiades watches as the screen flickers to life in silent agreeance, a few blips processing forth from the machine. One she has come to know well enough — the consciousness of Janus drawn in, sent away to the personal computer tucked to the wayside of Caelum’s space. The other is the sign that the machines would find the briefest respite, the final murmurs of fans as they come to a slow decline, all before the screen bleeps those final, lonely words:
REVIVAL MODE GONE. NIGHTY NIGHT... (ᴗ˳ᴗ)
"Good luck, and godspeed."
Silence, too, reaches through the streets of Spirale, with none so aware of what was to come. Those who slumber would find naught to stir them, lest it was another or the happening of coincidence. Those who take to the evenings would carry on their night as they would any other. Perhaps it was the trick of one’s eye that causes them to turn their gaze toward the perimeter of the city, where mists have long since lingered as a reminder of where they remain, only shifting whenever newfound areas were unveiled. Before long, a tendril of fog would unfurl in, breaking the barrier of the very city which most have come to find safety in.
And then another, snaking its way through the edges, creeping along the streets as it begins to pour in, as if finally freed from the confinements that kept it from finding its way to those inhabiting the city at long last. It begins to flood the streets, blanketing the buildings in a whitened haze.
Should you run?
But... where would one run where it cannot follow?
Only a few paths remain, a promise of sanctuary where all paths lead from Spirale toward where the murky white walls once loomed. And for those who found themselves washed over by the creeping mists, they would also be greeted with the haunting view of a never-ending eclipse stained crimson amidst the obscured skies; as if it were looming in wait, watching their every move...
welcome to isola radiale’s october 2021 event: MISTIFIED! this event will run until NOVEMBER 5TH, 11:59PM and will count toward your rankings. the event is a bit of a read due to its nature, but we hope that once you get through it, you'll be able to have fun with it in a lot of ways you can take this information. and if you have any questions that aren't answered in the following, the inbox is open for you!
SO WHAT’S GOING ON?
we’re glad you asked! the short of it is that the two stars, pleiades and caelum, are implementing a project of sorts. this project, or “stress test” as pleiades has called it, involves activating something within the mysterious mists that's usually meant as a proximity to keep people from venturing too far out. as seen in the event premise above, this takes the form of the mists beginning to slowly flood into the city, blanketing it all to cover everything up.
while it’s overrunning the city itself, the outskirts of the city seem to have several branching areas that aren’t filled with mist, allowing people to escape out of spirale and into radial island. these paths are more focused and narrow, with some leading into dead ends, while others carry on endlessly the further along you go. one thing that should be noted is that people will find that, oddly, the locals don’t seem to be phased at all at what’s happening as they carry on with their lives, as if there’s nothing to be concerned of at all.
whether people decide to take these open paths or instead venture into the mists is entirely up to them, as there’s really no wrong way to go about it.
WILL WE FIND ANYTHING ON THE PATHS?
you will, yes! those who’ve chosen to wander the paths provided to them at various points of the city outskirts will note that the scenery is similar to most land they’d find on the island thus far. however, on their travels, some might be surprised to find that they’ll stumble upon various things from their worlds. things such as general vegetation, specific flowers, or other natural scenes might pop up and can be plucked or touched as if they were actually native to the island itself, as well as some harmless wildlife that are native to their worlds.
WHAT HAPPENS IF WE ENTER THE MIST?
wandering into, or being engulfed, by the mists will lead to a lot more complicated reactions than the trails provide, much like if someone were to do so when the mists hadn’t invaded the city. only this time it varies compared to the usual consequences you’d feel the further you venture out from the center point of spirale.
to start, there’s still the risk of the usual pain and transparency that comes with going into it the further you go, to the point that you might entirely disappear as you normally would. while that’s the case, some might come to experience something else entirely in other areas of the mist, such as their weapons manifesting at their sides, or even the entirety of their powers being returned to them despite not having been fully unlocked. likewise, people who have some, or all, of their powers returned already might find that they’re now stripped of them either fully or in various degrees. their weapons may also disappear or flicker out at a moment's notice, too.
these are all fairly alarming alongside the ominous eclipse that looms overhead in the foggy sky, but even more so are the data imprints that people may come across.
DATA IMPRINTS?
traces of “data” which can be either residual or even sometimes sentient.
RESIDUAL DATA IMPRINTS will manifest in ways such as scenes of the past being played out that others can see. these particular scenes can come from the character’s time in spirale itself or even from something that happened to them back from their own world. and just as scenes of the past can be played and seen, ones from the future are also fully possible to encounter! scenes like these can also be ones from future plots you might have that will come to pass in spirale or even characters witnessing what they’ll experience in the future of their own worlds. it’s also possible that if the series your character comes from has branching paths, they could even catch glimpses of scenes that have happened in those branching timelines that may differ from your character's own experiences and routes.
SENTIENT DATA IMPRINTS are a lot more dangerous, plainly put. rather than scenes playing out as if it were to be watched, it will manifest in the way of creatures or people your characters may know, as well as behave eerily as if they were really here and brought to the island. whether it’s a pet you haven’t seen in ages, someone you want (or don’t?) want to see, monsters you’d find roaming in your world, or even yourself, anything is possible to manifest in this state! remember that they’re just as physical as you or anyone else here, so it’s possible that they can even harm you.
WHAT CAN WE DO WITH THEM?
honestly? the sky’s the limit with this one! you can take these concepts and apply them to your muses as you see fit. if you want a sentient data imprint of your past self to show up so you can duke it out with them, go for it! want them to see a future situation they haven’t encountered yet within canon without updating your canon point just yet? absolutely fine! just be mindful of fellow writers and make sure you get permission from them if it involves a character already on the masterlist if it goes beyond just witnessing canon events.
SO UHH… THE RESPAWN SYSTEM?
gone. kaput. no longer something your character can rely on.
with the respawn system being intentionally taken down, your character will actually die without returning back to their beds like usual. the characters themselves won’t know this is in effect until they experience it or witness someone else die. needless to say, they won’t be waking up in the spirale they currently know for a long while...
THEN WHERE DO WE GO WHEN WE DIE?
anyone who dies during the event will find themselves in a new place until the end of the event, actually! don’t be fooled, though. while you’ll wake up with some pain at first, it's obvious that you're actually "dead" and you can't leave this zone. consider it like purgatory! you’re able to move around and walk just fine, but the scenery itself is very hazy and ethereal for right now. you might see distant shapes of buildings or other structures and maybe even bump into others who suffered the same fate while the respawn system is down. you can also find screens across this zone that actually relay what's going on in radial island in real time, allowing your character to see what's going on in some places while in this zone if they choose to watch! otherwise, you won't be able to contact anyone on the outside of this area nor can they make contact with you.
gallowsbough:
Yggdrasil casts off any lingering bewilderment at the address that came out of her unbidden. The ache in her head persists, but her expression smooths out like a still pool of water, evaluating.
I am aware, she chimes, carefully neutral. After all, she had helped her crewmates mend their wounds in the aftermath of that fight.
Even if he should again aim to slay them, Yggdrasil thinks, very likely nothing will come of it; this city confounds even the natural and scientific laws governing life. The pertinent one, recalling her crew’s battered state, being death. And previous conflicts aside, would he stand here so calmly if his overwhelming might has not been stolen, as hers was when she’d first arrived?
However, I see no merit in reprising the past; this city is wholly insular from the skydom you sought to destroy. A fact that Yggdrasil once lamented. Seeing Lucilius now, she thinks that perhaps it is a boon. She continues, But if there is ought you would like to know, I will answer to the best of my abilities.
“Intriguing.” Is his sole response at first. Being aware but not wishing for revenge or leaping to an emotional outburst. More than that, she was seemingly willing to help. While he had marked their crew as naively hopeful, this felt different.
He stills now, finding no further need to move. “You are correct in your line of thinking. This place is far from the skydom which I had plotted against, and so we are no longer opposing forces.”
His gaze turns upon her, previous emotions discarded. “And your role continues. With your offering I will broadly ask for any and all information which you want to present. How long have you been here, what have you learned, things of note.”

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@kisorashi
Rumors of a building which felt alive is what drew him. Sure, there could be something to be gained from a tour of a museum. But that could be an idea for another time. For now he wished to know if the building truly would lead him.
As he explores the grand halls of granite and opals, heels echoing upon the wooden floors, he eyes glance over the artwork. His expression never changes, disinterest persisting from start to finish. While not exactly boredom it was a feeling which might bring about a sigh if prolonged. Perhaps it was through the feeling of being directionless more than anything this building had to offer.
His mind wanders, itching for something to viciously capture his attention in the long-term, but it was still too soon.
However, the rumors were right in the end.
He stops his venture, gaze turning from a large canvas of the painted sky and landing upon a certain captain.
“Singularity.” It is spoken both almost as though it was an observation more than a greeting. His fingers twitch ever so slightly in reflex, an attempt to summon his blades to him but naturally none appear. Anger was not something he felt strongly or often, and now was no exception. No, it was a more systemic need to rid his sight of this one.
But with that not an option, he found himself forced to address it further. “You remain an insistent presence even here.”
@soul-star
While expecting the actual desired information on this city would be kept safely tucked away, he still had his curiosity of it all. Besides, regardless of world there is one basic thing that will always remain true. Without knowing the basics one cannot go anywhere. And as loathed as he is to admit it, he did not know even that much.
And so he has found himself in The Great Library of Xalphina. Stacks of books lay before him as he pours over their context, keeping mental notes of anything that stuck out. So far, the list was short. This only fed into the growing frustration the researcher had been harboring since his arrival. So much so that the moment another passed by their mere presence agitated him further.
Brows furrowing he attempts to ignore this other. But as they lingered he decided there was no merit in holding back a remark any longer. “Must you stand there being so persistently loud, or is there truly nothing better to do.”
gallowsbough:
Head Re—, Yggdrasil chimes immediately in a faltering greeting.
The title had rung out before she’d consciously thought of it, then fizzled. Her temples begin to pulse. She carefully puts down the shears that she’d just been using to prune some overgrown houseplants, and rises to face her new housemate.
This eminent person, who had crossed blades with her crewmates before that mysterious tower untouched by even the clouds, would live under the same roof as her. Luck sure is inscrutable. Twofold, that Lucilius’ arrival has fallen precisely during one of Yggdrasil’s rare visits to this lodging that she scarcely uses.
The primal doesn’t know if this arrangement could be considered fortuitous or ill-fated. But, she surmises, if he has been borne to Spirale the same way all other-worlders have, then he is not yet a threat.
Indeed, Lucilius, she corrects aloud with a genial smile. Then, softer: It seems that even in limbo, you were not beyond the reach of this city’s mysterious keepers. A pause, considering. I suspect you may find this place more accommodating than the last.
He catches it. Naturally he does. The near instantly response of calling him head researcher. And yet, she cuts it off. A curious thing. How much has time changed the beast which stands before him?
The plant is spared a quick glance and note but nothing more. It makes sense, he supposes. Someone like her would surely miss their home when nature was such a part of it. At least this is his assumption which he will not reconsider unless proven wrong.
“You are more considerate than what I expected. Surely those of you in that crew are all aware of our encounter.” The word crew is spoken full of poison as he steps further into the building, inspecting it. His guard is lowered for even powerless he does not find himself with reason to fear another. If anything, he can at least vanish from this place and find shelter elsewhere.
So instead he searches and judges. In the end he comes to the conclusion that the housing provided will do for now and so he addresses the other once more. “Not even in limbo. It does make one curious of the powers at play in this city, which you appear to have some information of.”
@gallowsbough
Something happened after arriving in that place between dimensions. An eternal prison was easily escaped, though not by his own doing. His stay there was extremely short lived before he once again was pulled from that place and into another. An insult.
However, as much as he loathed being pulled around, perhaps a place which seemingly dragged in so many people from various worlds would provide more use than one intended to be his bane. But it was too soon to say.
The first matter of business was examining this supposed assigned housing. Already this world seemed vastly different from home, but nothing looked difficult to understand thus far given time.
He flexes his fingers after entering the assigned housing, feeling the power within him severely limited. It felt worse than being chained down. And as weakened as he was, he was forced to share a living space with others. But a name spoken on his list of incoming roommates rang a curious bell.
“Yggdrasil,” he speaks, seemingly to himself as a way to confirm his thoughts or something else. But then he looks up to address his would-be housemate. “It appears we will be sharing this place for the time being.”
hi hii it’s me, rin. here in tumblr rp for the first time in so long. technically tried indie not too long ago, but not for an extended amount of time so it’s been more like years since been on tumblr rp. but never stopped rping, just mostly on discord. been doing this hobby since about 2007
i go by they/them, am a college student n hyped to be giving it another try! you can find me over at twitter here but my asks and dms are always open as well!
i may bring in a nicer muse in soon in the form of an oc, but for now this is lucilius from granblue fantasy! he’s a fusion of an immortal being and an angel type being who tried n failed to end the world, oop. so those themes will be common mention here as a warning
he’s not. that nice sadly :pensive: but he is a huge seeker of knowledge and being in an unknown world will force him to play nice at least for a while as he figures out the world!! very curious, very much shows as the researcher type he is
very very open to plotting with anyone so like this post and i will slide into your ims to plot! or if preferred, you can follow me on twitter and send a dm!

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