now, it wasn’t too bad. much less adrenaline-inducing than Haugste Isle had been, but it was hot and again, dinosaurs, but it was....sort of nice. having yet to run into anybody, she’s mostly been on her own, making her way through the jungle and towards the volcano. possibly a bad idea, but there was more of a chance to find a cave or something to use as shelter than hunting down a treetop canopy. plus, she did not want to get stuck in the rain. or a dinosaur stampede. or lava. at least her Hawaiin Mystic Code offered some sort of protection-- not much, but some was better than none. 

   a moment to take a breather, she halts and very quickly rests her back against the trunk of a large palm, sliding down a bit as she braced her hands on her knees. Ritsuka wasn’t tired -- she’s walked all across singularities and lostbelts and has more than enough leg strength -- but rushing would do no good. so she plans to relax there for a moment or two before continuing on. at least, until she hears a very sharp snap of a branch or a twig and then all thoughts of relaxing get thrown out the window.

    of course, of course this happens to me!! now, rather than going to investigate or asking who is there, she looks down at her feet. perfect. snatching up a good chunk of what she guesses is hardened lava, Ritsuka turns to where the sound came from, and what does she do?

             volley that rock as hard as she can in that direction, that’s what.   

Welcome back to lovely Isola Radiale, Cooler Arjuna!

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        the sound of approaching steps alerts the demon to her newest target, lips curling into a smirk for a fraction of a second. “ This place is huge, isn’t it? You never know what’ll be lurking around the corner. If only they added in secret passages...” words so casual, offered with a wave of her hand in the air. she then shifts: one foot back, body turned slight, golden eyes casting a glance over her shoulder. ( they glow when they should not. many things about her should not be, and yet, they are. )

    “ Are you lost?” she coos, head tilting ever so slightly. “ I can help you find the way to the end, if you’d like~. “ an innocent enough offer, isn’t it? just someone extending help with a friendly smile, but underneath lay something else.  something different, something darker. 

CREEPY / HALLOWEEN SENTENCE PROMPTS -- accepting

@junaou​ SAID:  “Is that really red syrup? Please tell me it’s syrup.” haha ritsuka at it with her cursed food ideas again

    with Halloween only a few weeks away, the mage has been happily preparing things for her costume. and one of those things was fake blood. sure, she could just go out and buy some, but half of the fun was trying to make your own! (besides, she’ll still do that later. for now, it’s experiment time.)

 so it’s no surprise that the Berserker finds her with her specially made fake blood all...over her hands, a little bit smeared across her cheek, a few splatters on the usually pristine island counter and her shirt looking as if she just got stabbed. it looked real enough-- the cranberry juice gave it an authentic enough color, the diluted ketchup was perfect for the consistency and the crushed nacho chips add just the right amount of texture. she was quite pleased with the outcome. 

           now, she could tell Arjuna the truth. that it was not some simple strawberry syrup, but a combination of things that should never be combined together. (trust her, she got curious enough to taste it.) but she remembers how Frostnova reacted to her suggestion of pepperoni and orange juice mixed together. ah, it’d be better to spare him.

      @junaou​ sent—       ❛  There's a gift waiting for Karna the next time he comes home - it's a small red velvet cake for one. The card that came with it has no name, but the handwriting is familiar. "I'm sorry." was the message on it.  ❜

       he needn’t presume from whence the unexpected gift came, but his tread is stalled all the same. it was not the item itself that begged forth his curiosity, but the card, upon which a mere two words were transcribed; so simple a gesture, and yet cause for falter, perturbing his otherwise steadfast demeanor. a whisper of surprise touched his features, and for a moment, lancer had been disarmed. perhaps to some, it would seem inconsequential--- a small kindness either readily accepted or dismissed--- but to karna, it said something more.

       it did not linger however, and the bewilderment receded from his expression, before he resumed his approach. he raised a hand toward the gift, only for his reach to stop short, as if something was holding him back; a feeling he could not name, a powerful sway like shackles binding his wrist. it asked of him things--- answers to a lifetime’s worth of questions he thought he had long since buried. it unearthed a wealth of memories, and freely they flowed, the good and bad alike, rivulets of sentiment woven into their image.

       perhaps it were foolish to lament the past, to cast one’s thoughts back to a time he could no longer reach. there was little use in mourning what was done, what had been broken beyond repair, for he knew his brother was set in his ways, and so too was he. truth be told, he did not seek change, nor did he desire to turn back the clock and take back what was said and done, but... maybe----

       at last he defeated his reluctance, lifting the lid of the box, within which was placed a small serving of red velvet cake. examining it for a moment, he retrieved a small fork, raising the box to glide it through the slice. taking a bite, the silence swallowed his thoughts, with naught but one thing upon his lips---

Voyager barely understood his phone, at best, which was a little funny to think about (local space probe just does not comprehend smartphones completely). It sat, for the most part, pretty unused, other than when he attempted to figure out games with it and realized it was the only way he could pay for things at stores. He was used to Erice taking care of that for him, not a phone, but he’d done his best!

‘Doing his best' also included processing that there had been some kind of prompt about a destination on the phone, and Voyager knew what dinosaurs were, and maybe Kouyou would be there--!

--so that was how he had ended up here.

Surprisingly, he hadn’t gotten himself into any real trouble yet. Not that he was a troublemaker, but rather, he had been sitting under a tree for quite some time, occasionally plopping down onto his side and rolling out to bat at the tails of any of the dinosaurs stomping past, no matter how much larger than him they were. Sometimes he’d get swatted away by them, but each time he just erupted in a little burst of laughter and would return to his seat to await the next one.

really good food

junaou said: wouldn't they be cold dogs then?

not if you heat them up!

revealheart said: do you always do this