#chiasmata

In which there’s no problems. The machinery of the heavens is perfect.

"An Interactive Comic by K25fF, featuring a group of 12 (or 16) people who wake up in a strange place with no memory of how they got there. Also, they have superpowers"

Propaganda:

"Modern MS Paint Adventures style comic. Quite a bit better than it may sound."

you wake up lying on a cold, hard floor (with no arms)

And we have a complete group of 12! (This image is a small version of the full one because tumblr only accepts a low file size). Here's some details and/or stuff you might've seen or not, going in order.

It's relatively obvious, but there's a certain Japanese theme (like how the original group has an Italian theme as per the Inferno), as everyone has a Japanese weapon and each group has one person whose references to certain traditions are a bit more obvious. The group would be traveling to Jigoku, not Inferno, chapters would be called Fumi, not Canto, etc.

Sam uses a tantou, that is, a type of short sword that might also be called just a dagger. When I was making a plan for this, I was considering weapon choices influenced by personality.

Aidan uses a naginata. It's similar to a glaive or a guandao but it is yet something different. It's stereotypically also used by women but I thought to shake that up.

Bonnie's weapon is a bit more obscure, as in that it's tekkou-kagi; 'ninja' claws that was used more to climb with. She's shown using one here, but if her other arm is intact, then she totally uses two.

Daniel uses a kusarigama, which is also the only real way for me to see a scythe as a realistic weapon (the blade is curved towards you!), because it's been used as one in that form. Around his arm is a red and white lint.

Omar's weapon is a yari, edited in shape to resemble his symbol. I was also inspired by Kyouko Sakura's spear.

Clara's weapon looks similar to Sam's, but is different as it is a yoroi-doushi, an armor-breaking dagger.

Leonardo is the odd one out.

Jacqueline's uniform was based on the okappiki - Edo period law enforcers, and she thus uses the weapon that they used, that is, a jitte.

Dawn's weapon is kunai, and I made her uniform to slightly resemble ninja robes (the real ones, not the stereotypical ones).

Ash uses a rope dart. Poisoned weapons sound cool, until you realize that often, it just seeps back out with the blood. I figured that thus, a precision weapon is better if you want to make use of it.

David's weapon is similarly more obscure but I based it off a monk staff that you often see in media. Sort of a reference how he isn't really a fighter.

what the archivist doin

if this ain’t love, then what is? i’m willing to take the risk

A music mix for a certain mysterious someone from Chiasmata...

(all my new HK followers, go read my friend’s comic it is spooky and good)

tracklist under cut:

Morning was the worst time of day, Daniel decided, curling up in a vain attempt to go back to sleep. It was barely light outside, the sun just beginning to filter through the windows, but he was already wide awake, the memories from last night shifting to the forefront of his brain.

He burrowed further into the mattress, groan muffled by the covers he pulled over himself. Bonnie was a terrible influence, he had been totally drunk, and there were gonna be videos passed around of him being friendly, and--visibly happy, for months.

Today already sucked, might as well get up. He extracted himself gingerly, trying not to wake the sleeping form beside him. She was usually awake before he was; last night she must have stayed up long after he had crashed, he reasoned. Yawning, he pushed himself off the side of the bed, slipped on a stray sheet corner, and nearly slammed face-first into the floor, telekinetics catching him at the last second and adding a killer headache to his list of hurts in the process. He rolled over mid-air, let himself drop the final inch or so, and lay flat, arm over his eyes. Of course, he thought sarcastically, why would anything go well.

The bed shifted, and he could hear Bonnie stifle a giggle before rolling over to peer down at him. “You good down there?” she asked.

He could hear the smile in her voice. Could picture her posture pretty well without looking, her chin propped on her hand, sleepy-eyed and grinning like a Cheshire cat who caught the canary.

“Fine, except for everything is awful,” he grumbled, ignoring the sudden swell of warmth in his chest.

“What, did you lose control of your--”

“Don’t say it.” “--gross Motor skills?”

He opened his eyes to glare at her, then settled for squinting angrily, eyes unadjusted to the light. “Haven’t I suffered enough.” “Absolutely not. Come on back to bed, it’s barely dawn.”

Mumbling something about I thought you were the morning person here, he hoisted himself back to his feet, wincing as the room spun around him. He crawled back under the blankets and Bonnie curled herself around him, apparently content to rest where she was for once.

TRICK QUESTION ANON, she’s actually the woman who BOUGHT the peace so your q is unparseable ;P