#; isola event: down we go

[daxned]

@bimeval

Dam-bi had managed to escape, hiding in one of the many strange rooms in this strange building. She wasn't sure where she was or what this place exactly was supposed to be. What she did know was that her monster was here somewhere. The moment she landed in this dimly lit long metallic hallway of a building, Dam-bi had been attacked by some strange monster.

She's in hiding right now because, to her dismay and surprise she was unable to do anything. A monster she couldn't control was unheard of. She controlled all the monsters in her world. When she resorted to attacking the creature, it was only enough to stun it, but only for just a mere seconds before it attacked.

She watches as black tendrils creeps up her arm and her entire body, healing any injuries she's sustained from such a beast.

When she feels the coast is clear, she exhales and approaches the door. She's learned quickly that she doesn't need to touch it. That the door slides right on open by itself. She peeks left and right, and slowly takes a step forward and out of her temporary sanctuary. She...hasn't felt this fearful of her life since when her monsters FIRST terrorized her village. She had been petrified back then and she was petrified now. She had been so frightened that she couldn't move an inch. If the monster had attacked her and snapped her right out of her state, she wouldn't be alive right now.

"Sukuna..." Her voice just barely travels down the hall when she spots and SENSES that familiar presence. He's a little too far away to see clearly, but she KNOWS that's him.

What was he doing here?

Never mind, she makes haste toward him, almost running to close in the gap faster. Dam-bi doesn't get to make it by Sukuna's side when that same alien comes right in between the two, blocking their way. It snaps its teeth together, acid like saliva trails down from its hungry maw. Its eyes at the moment is on the child as it saunters toward her like a predator to a prey. For now, ignoring Sukuna behind it.

Dam-bi once again is unable to move. Her feet are planted on the cold metal flooring beneath her.

cold...

She must have lost both her sandals in the run.

[sxnburst]

@fellstcr

With his returned senses to its 100%, he was able to read Byleth a little better. Not as great still, she was so good at keeping her walls up whenever she needed to, but it was this particular moment RIGHT here that he saw a crack. She was scared. She was scared because she knew they'd both have to make such a huge LEAP.

"JUMP!" Sun says as he holds tight onto Byleth's hand and they leap RIGHT off the cliff to dodge the ginormous boulder that would not break no matter how many times the two strike at it.

Sun and Byleth were so high up that the trees below seemed so tiny for just only a second. They were crashing down and they were crashing down FAST.

Sun pulls Byleth in close to him and reaches out the moment they get through the branches, twigs, and leaves from the trees. "ho-Hold on tight" he says through a grunt and with his free hand he's putting his nails into the trunk of the tree and then his other hand as well in hopes that him clinging onto the tree no matter the fact they are now sliding, will slow down their descent. Feet digs into the trunk and barks digs into nails but eventually they finally stop descending and he's latched himself onto the tree. All the while his tail had played as extra security for Byleth to keep her upright. "A-Are you okay?"

[rosalaurel]

First the fae, and now he found himself in the dungeons of a castle. Of course this would happen to him - everything had been going fine until his troubles started, and now he found himself considering the best way to break the door without damaging the other cells, or the structure of the basement.

“Oh, how forlorn. This must be how noble ladies kept by dragons feel.” Although he was far more irritated by the puzzling predicament before him. “Agnea’s Arrow may be too powerful...Hm...Oh-” He hears footsteps, readying Agnea’s Arrow to strike whomever is arriving, at least until she comes into view-

“Professor!”

“Oh, I’m so glad to see you. Have you come to rescue me?” The sound of roaring in the upper floors really did set the scene here. “It appears the fae still haven’t fully forgiven me, you see.”

@fellstcr​

[blackmagi]

There was always beauty in war. The thrill of destruction and havoc, it made his blood run hot, tickling with his amusement. This would be a mere carnage, his little warrior had proven to be what he thought she'd be. It was clear the expertise of her bladework, the girl, as young as Kougyoku, had spilled blood before. He could only wonder how many times.

A dark grin crossed his face as he held his hand up with the barrier. A goblin trying to sneak from his blindside, impaled by an arrow of pure magic. He missed these killings, if only they weren't just 'goblins'.

But then, it was only a matter of time until a king appeared. This wasn't new to him either. But Judar was used to warrior kings, those who would fight together with their "men" and inspire them. But this... was different.

And the ferocity of Hikaru after the injury.

Judar opened his eyes, grinning visibly as the goblin's body crumbled.

"You're a born killer". The barrier dissipated, and he stepped forward, reaching out for Hikaru to stand up.

"I bet you enjoyed that. "

"Like I did."

Hikaru had done this many times as she’s not a stranger of slaughter since the Forest of Silence in her early magic knight days. She silently agrees to his ideas as she can finally see if she improved from her daily practice of Kendo.

Right when the barrier appeared, no hesitation. Kill every goblin that moves.

Charging through as the goblins on all corners, Hikaru killed the nearest goblin by beheading it with Escudo while the Hobgoblin watches. The adrenaline goes on as she picked up a coated dagger and impales it to the other goblin’s abdomen. The goblins tried to destroy the barrier but it proved ineffective.

Other goblins were after Judar but she used Flame Arrow to burn the ones that’s after him, causing them to be burned alive. Noticing that their daggers were coated with poison and excrement, it gave her awareness of what can it do to a person that struck to it. Escudo was filled with goblin viscera, she had to swing it away to remove it, thus using their loincloths to remove the excess goblin fat and blood.

Goblin by goblin, corpse by corpse. Their numbers were reducing drastically with each kill on their goblin melee combatants. Goblin archers that was behind the Hobgoblin started firing their poison arrows, shield or not evading them is a must by going right, casting Flame Arrow once again to the archers. They might be lucky that there were no goblin mages.

“Human killed all my men?” The hobgoblin who resided that abandoned elven fortress was not impressed on how Hikaru killed his goblin warband. “You, face me. You die.” Holding tight of his thunder-enchanted battleax, he rushes towards Hikaru and exchanged blows. However, the magic knight was pressured to his strength. “Ngh… I won’t lose to you!” Responded after, she used Escudo to protect herself from that thunderous cleave, shaky but managed to repel him. She was late to evade it.

As much as she wants to use her rarely-used spell, brute force is a must after the Hobgoblin swung his axe again horizontally, she crouched in and impaled the hobgoblin with her sword, multiple times until he’s finally dead. To add a little icing on the cake, she beheaded the hobgoblin afterwards.

“I’m starting to understand that there were many so strong… I learned a lot from this fight.” Knelt through exhaustion, she can still go on.

[thegreatfraud]

@sanctummilitis - Spirale Racing

Decking out your car full of weapon isn't the way. It sound nice at first till someone throws a grenade in the passenger seat then KABOOM. It slow down the car and you don't get infinite ammo.

Neither is adding no weapon and defense. Between the trap and the other player underhanded method. You do need a couple of well time defense tricks.

A EXPERIENCE get away man know the right tools. This event forbid the use of ability. But Huey still got a tranq gun that not a part of his powers. His powers wouldn't do him any good at this stage.

He do need a partner. Someone either shoot or drive. One man can only go so far.

A shadow have approach the garage Huey making the modification for his car in. A competitor or.... a friend?

"Your interest in becoming Isola first winner of the Spirale Racing? Win or lose dinner is on me. Of course if we win the dinner be more lavish and....."

"YOUR MAJESTY?"

Oh yeah she might be a bit older. Losing that girlish twinkle in her eye. But she still the same height, still the same blonde hair and the ahoge as Huey did a instant dogeza that was so quick you can see the spark flying off of his knee.

This man truly have master begging for his life into a new form of art.

Have she finally come to finish him off? Did the younger version of her tell the older self about the whole experience and she knows he a rat and come to claim his head?"

"I...i don't believe we have the pleasure of meeting. I am...Huey. Huey Ponzi. Just a h....humble merchant trying to race. Are you perhaps interested in joining the race as a competitor or with this humble nobody.?"

Oh he don't got the read on the older Artoria yet. Huey feel like it's safer to play the cowardly jester then the common conman crook. Surely a king like her wouldn't slay some harmless coward.

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

MAGNESIUM-BASED LIFEFORM

Temporary bonus: -1 Shivers: No shakes

It is generally understood that human beings are carbon-based organisms, fusing little carbon tubes together to form complex, mushy structures capable of thought, love, and locomotion. It is also known that these structures sometimes like to “take the edge off” by consuming ethanol, amphetamine, etc. In such cases, it is important to supplement your body with magnesium. Tired? Mag it! Down? Mag time! Liver damage? MAXIMUM MAG! Some people say magnesium doesn’t really do anything and you just need to quit. What do we tell them?

DETECTIVE COSTEAU

Temporary bonus: -2 Conceptualization: An idiotic idea

Detective Raphaël Ambrosius Costeau – when you say it, it feels like you’re taking a bite of lemon meringue while sitting on the terrace of a seaside cafe. On a cool summer day. In Sur-La-Clef. It’s everything you’re *not*. You haven’t created many things during your stay in Martinaise, but you’ve created this. A fancy, sophisticated name that makes you sound intelligent. And that no one seems to *acknowledge*. Don’t you feel like you deserve a reward for coming up with something so special? And what would that reward *be*?

BRINGING OF THE LAW (LAW-JAW)

Temporary bonus: -1 Rhetoric: Weird jaw

Hey, so a little observation. It’s all cool, man. Don’t freak out, but every time you say “I am the law“ – and you say it *a lot*, it’s basically *hello* for you – your jaw does this *weird thing*. It sort of shifts sideways, hanging off your face at a jaunty angle, while the word *law* sounds oddly guttural and low. It’s… strange. You wouldn’t notice it, but after saying you’re the law eighty thousand times, the question *does* come up: why *do* you have Law Jaw?

DATE OF BIRTH GENERATOR

Temporary bonus: None

Your face looks like it’s 58 and your body feels like it’s 60. Your mind feels like it’s lived for one day or a hundred. Both longer than they ought to be, the day and the century…. But for how long, then, has this thing attached to your sentience walked the planet’s crust? Time to start racking those brains of yours, Elder One. When and where were you born?

MOTORWAY SOUTH

Temporary bonus: -1 Visual Calculus: Bizarre angles

At the edge of the map the landmass begins to disintegrate – into pure trigonometry. The ocean melts, becoming a tangle of sines and cosines, the mountain range turns into a sharp-angled azimuth. Its green rain shadow dithers, like music turning into a waveform. And then vanishes. This is the end, a half-remembered textbook from your childhood – the porch collapsing on the edge of the isola. A transition from reality to pale. A single vector shoots out, like a rocket. It’s the Motorway South, splintering off from the known pale! *To where*? Where does it go?

WOMPTY-DOMPTY-DOM CENTRE

Temporary bonus: -1 Suggestion: Outsider

It’s Wednesday evening and something heinously exciting is under way. People have gathered beneath the billowing roof of an oddly shaped trophy building, sipping wine and exchanging opinions. 29-year-old wunder-twins Guy and Keith Joost are the stars of the show, with their bomber jackets and white sneakers – head curators of this art exhibition. It’s the wompty-dom-di-dommiest event of the year and all the cool kids have RSVP’d. Where are you, if you are not there?

[wldrose]

Pressing her back against the wall, she releases ONE big sigh. It's cool and it feels good against her heated body. She is burning up because of all that running after all. Eyes closes and she shakes her head, "You...---You don't know?" She can't act like she knew from the very beginning either. Kugisaki waves a hand, trying to form her sentence through tired breath, but she can't even bother to explain to him the kinds of movies she's seen that involved strange aliens!

Her own eyes lands on him and it's then she notices the soot. Weird. Never in her life did her cursed energy create something like that, but the closer she looks at it, it's then she realizes...perhaps the very same moment Vash does, "Vash!" Kugisaki gasps, rushing over to Vash's side almost instantly. She is about to touch him, but when she notice the strange substance that seemed to have moved to Vash's fingers, she pieces together that maybe this thing belonged to that alien. "Shit." Quick, see if you can get that thing off. IT may work and it MAY wake Vash back up.

Oh god...PLEASE don't be dead. Kugisaki finds herself begging. Over at one of the tables, she spots a metal tool. It isn't long how she wants and needs it, but it'll have to do. Quickly grabbing it and returning to Vash's side...

here goes nothing as she tries to pry this gross black substance off.

★ --;; The resounding explosion sends him barreling forwards with the force of it, nearly a a pace or two in front of Kugisaki before she's yanking him by the arm again, falling backwards, landing hard against the uncaring metal grating of the floor and nearly knocking the breath out of him. His groan is covered slightly by the quiet woosh of the door closing behind the two of them.

"Agreed," he coughs, trying to keep his voice down just in case. Through the ringing in his ears he scans the area around it for any form of lock pad.

There is none.

Just his luck, he curses inwardly. There's no telling how well that thing can hear, how well it can smell, how well it can track them, if it's so determined to keep doing so. This safe haven has a time limit, and it's likely not a very long one.

"What the hell is that thing?" he whispers, just loud enough to be heard between the two of them and above the wailing alarm, dragging himself up off the floor and propping himself against the nearest wall. He's acutely aware of the weight of the bullets he has on him, can almost count how many there are just from the heft of them beneath his coat, knows that his revolver sits fully loaded just next to them.

He gives Kugisaki a once-over, far more worried about her than himself-- he has no idea what she's capable of, how hardy she is, and even though she seemed to have held her own decently well that doesn't stop him from worrying about her far more than he does himself.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," he breathes, finally glancing over himself. There's a decent amount of soot covering him, and he's about to scold Kugisaki for causing such large explosions when the endless vacuum of space is right on the outside of those corridors, when he sees it.

The thing on his arm is definitely not soot; though it's black, it's more gelatinous than anything, and before he's able to get a word out it latches to the exposed tip of his trigger finger and pricks, and suddenly he's not in that room with Kugisaki anymore. He can feel it slip away, feel the cold steel of the floor rise up to meet him as he slumps over- and then everything is dark.

[rosalaurel]

“How fascinating...” He was not one for scholarly works - and it was not the ruins that had fascinated him, but the flora of the area. Roses, but with glowing centers, down to the root, with blooms in melancholy tones that were only observable when one was close, the glow was so bright.

Separated from his party, he had taken it upon himself to walk around. Having had his magic restored, he didn’t find himself overly worried, and anything that came up had been promptly dealt with or left alone.

The flora grew around the ruins, within them, cracking statues and rock and making it quite difficult to read.

Although the horned woman was certainly trying.

“Impressive - that you can read such ruined script, that is.” The compliment is hindered by his town and presentation as he continues his own walk through the ruins.

“Apparently, rumor has it some faefolk had previously taken up residence here. They must not be any longer, as their garden has grown quite out fo control.”

@lightblume​

[bakerstreetdetective]

Hoping for success. Ready for failure.

Isola rp ad for isola event: down we go

Biome: Any would work. I slide into the DM and ask before i start.

Holmes: All his powers are unlock...but since he not much of a fighter. He be doing the talking and the expositions. He is good at finding random stuff. 

Capping at 3. Unless your cast mate. You guys can go nuts. 

[hopeled]

    “ Ah-- what the hell?!” she almost trips from the sudden influx of this dark ooze, eyes widening in disbelief as more and more CPN’s emerge from it. “ This--it’s just like the Lahmus....” but there’s no way this can be like what happened with Tiamat, right? but then there’s that unmistakeable sound of a heartbeat coming from the nearby hole.

          “ Oh please don’t be another Beast. “

[amoirsetpacis]

★ --;; You would have died.

It's hard to count the number of times Vash has heard those words spoken to him-- and, hand in hand, the amount of times he had been left standing. One day he knows that luck will run out-- but until then he would gladly put himself in harms way if that meant keeping others safe.

"I've dealt with worse," he says quietly. He's let worse live too; let those who actually had the free will to want him dead and buried walk free. It's not anyone's place to take life away-- he's even one to say a quiet thanks to the animals he eats. "Even if I was out of my depth. I could have handled it." And some part of him knows that that's a lie, too, small and inkling in the back of his mind, but the guilt still wells up in him anyway.

How many times now had blood been unnecessarily spilled in the name of sparring him?

It's then that Vash seems to finally realize the steadily growing inferno around them as his gaze drifts upwards and away from the gash across the beast's chest. The heat of it pricks at his skin, and that sadness that this too is his fault threatens to drape over him like a blanket.

"You're probably right," he says. "Should find anyone who lives nearby an' warn 'em, too. See if there's any way to get water here to put it out." He has no way of knowing if the people here are real or not-- if the Stars have only made more empty puppet husks or if these people are in very real danger in some way-- but he can't just let that risk hang heavy over his head.

When punishment never comes the angel dares to glance at the mortal, and he’s surprised to find him mourning. With a quiet whir he flashes down to the mortal’s side, landing with a thump on the grass.

“I’m sorry.” Rare words to leave the angel’s mouth, even if they're barely audible; the admission burns at his tongue, shame curling around him. He holds the sheer discomfort of regret tight, part self-hatred and part an attempt to believe that he’s capable of something other than deathbringing. Louder, he says, “You were out of your depth. You would have died. I regret this creature’s death, but I do not regret that you survived.” Some sort of indignance behind the words. Even he and the directives he’s struggling to untangle from a lifetime of Heaven’s control can recognize that.

His patience for any talk resembling kindness spent, Gabriel looks away, at the building inferno surrounding them. “We should get out of here.”

[forewarnedfate]

@bxsiliisk

How cruel. A city in mourning, lanterns lit and sent away into the ocean as each citizen reminisced---whether their hearts were filled with memories of the friends they’d been separated from or the dead, it was meant to be a cathartic ritual. Something bittersweet, but necessary for them to heal and press ever onward. From Chat Noir’s current perch, a shadowed section of a roof, he could see a fair distance within the city. Of course, the vantage point might have proven more useful during the daylight hours, but the city lights, alongside the moon and stars, would have to be enough.

Mischief during October was, of course, expected, but this horror show happened to be very real. Authentic, and yet not, as each and every spirit seemed malicious, even those that had known the residents in life. The zombies were expected to mindlessly attack anyone and everyone, but the ghosts seemed far more aware of who they’d been in life--

                                                                                                             “ Chat Noir... ”

A whisper on the wind, perhaps uttered directly into the phantom thief’s ear as the odd feeling of weight pressed down, down, down on his shoulders before disappearing as he whipped around; the voice had been feminine and unfamiliar, but it briefly unsettled him.

Best not to dwell on what could or could not be; instead, a smokebomb was thrown down, white smoke filling the air to allow for a prompt getaway. Just running from a specter wouldn’t do much good, after all, but slipping away like this might help. Better to waste one of his tools to test a theory than to be caught by an invisible phantom.

Staying at a high vantage point wouldn’t aid him in a chase such as this, but quick thinking might aid in his grand escape---a shadowed illusion that mimicked his shape darted and hopped off to another roof, while the real Chat Noir flipped himself onto a windowsill on the third floor of the building.

His luck only improved as he scanned the ground below to properly ascertain a way to get down; below was a familiar face, wandering the city alone. A hook attached to a rope was secured to the building, before Émile descended into view, a pleased smile playing across his features as he approached his boss.

          “ A shame that this midnight rendezvous isn’t under better circumstances, Romanus. You shouldn’t be wandering alone so late in the evening. ”

[faithfulxknight-blog]

// event starter call - ??

      just a small starter call this time, based on the event. :’3 i’ll be writing them out over a period of the next few days. Or, tomorrow... we’ll see. ^_^ but! i figure i don’t have a whole lot going on yet here, so!

        these will probably be relatively small! but, all in all - ( event starter call )! if you’d like a starter, just feel free to give that like button a little tap!

       capped at 3 this time! castmates & acquaintances exempt. :’3

[isolaradiale]

Four years, and still going...

Wowie, the years sure fly by, don't they? It's hard to believe that it wasn't just yesterday that this MFRP came to be. That today, on this very day four years ago, was when Isola became established as a place for people to come in and write together. Of course, there's more to it than just us making a blog, some graphics, and putting some guidelines down. What makes Isola unique is the collaboration of many thoughtful and talented writers that make up our little internet community, and the amazing ability to have everyone integrate and have fun with each other while it happens. Radial Island is just a setting; what keeps it engaging and ever-changing are the colorful specks of life you all breathe into your characters.

Without you all, this place would hardly have grown to what it is today after everything we've all been through. Everything from the fond memories fostered over silly dash commentaries, to member-run activities that people put their hearts into for others--or events being drawn out to their fullest potential with everyone's contribution and writing… It's all truly wonderful to see. It's that feeling when everyone sees a character reach a milestone, or when that ship finally kisses, or when a character finds the family they never got in their own canon. The dramatic and tragic threads, the ones that make you laugh in public on your phone… those are the kinds of things that make us so, so happy to see play out in our little group. Isola Radiale would genuinely be nothing without everyone who has chosen to join and write their hearts out alongside each other. And, going into another year, we hope that this spirit of friendly collaboration and creativity rebound not only off of the people who are already here, but extends an arm out to people who want to find a lovely community to fit comfortably into.

It feels like there aren't any perfect words to express how much we appreciate everything that all of you have done in our time together, but we tried our best to extend our feelings of gratitude out to you, whom none of this would be possible without. Thank you all for making these four years filled with some of the best memories we've had, and we hope we continue to see you shining along with us in the future.

-- The Island Stars

(From Flora, Hika, Lumi, Tarra and Ty, and all the kind and dedicated assistants that keep us running: Amber, Garrus, Krypto, Rosel, Seren, Sey, Sunny, and Wes)

Additionally, Ofiuco's design has been updated to reflect her new role in the over-arching story as one of the scientists, which we'll be showing you in a post to follow. So keep your eyes peeled for the unveiling!

[bornofrose]

Light amidst the chaos. Did she actually hear his voice? Or was she delusional, fallen prey to some effect of her magic? What Romanus here for her?

She slowly creeps out from behind the rock she was hiding behind, looking for a sign of him, but her blurry eyes hadn't adjusted to the dark cave just yet.

"R-Romanus? Is... is that you?" While she didn't know if this was an illusion, she hoped more than anything for it to be true and thus took a chance.

She stood up fully to try to get a better look, rubbing her eyes to try and see. She stumbled slightly, remembering the pain in her foot. She had to cling to the rock for support.

"(I'm here!)"

Romanus lays in bed. Not too long ago his friend had left for their shift and Romanus was left to his own device now. Groaning though, he rolls off his bed and lazily walks into his bathroom, ready to start his day. He planned on jumping in the shower to wash himself off and perhaps take a relaxing stroll up in the sky. Maybe he'd drop by to check up on Eiden or see how Ryuujin was holding up after his return.

His plan to jump in the shower and do everything he had in mind was halted though. Something....something doesn't feel right. He thinks to himself.

Aside from the broadcast (he truly didn't care much about it.) There was something very off. Almost as if...

Someone's hurt.

And it isn't as if he were linked to anyone that was important to him. He couldn't create that connection, but call it intuition. Someone that was important was hurt. Quickly putting on some pants and throwing on a jacket over just his body without a shirt (he really has no time) He scrolls down his phone and as he does so, he rushes down the stairs of his home and out the door. He's calling three people for now. Rhea, Byleth, and Gyess. None of which are picking up.

"....you got to be kidding me." he breathes out. Of course. OF COURSE they'd want to help.

And...that is how he ended up here. He had made his way to the center, pulled himself down where Ofiuco had asked others to go down and here he is. An unfamiliar place. But why a jungle?

Romanus takes a step forward and immediately sets off a trap. The Black Dragon moves quickly out of the way from an incoming giant spiked log, "what the f--" but it isn't enough to stop him from venturing further.

As he closes in, he can hear crying from the distance. While he's never heard her cry before, he can pinpoint that familiar voice,

"Gyess?" And so he follows the source into a cave. "Gyess." His voice echoes and in this dimly lit cave, bright green eyes seem to glow, "It's me. Romanus. Where are you?"

[bornofrose]

Hello Hello! So i’ve been here for like a week now and I think it’s about time that I do a starter call! I’ve been looking at a bunch of other awesome blogs so it’s time to stop being awkward and do the thing lol 

I’ve got another post coming out later for Isola Event specific stuff, but I’d like to be able to jump a little before then so she has a little bit of time to settle down and get mostly adjusted. 

She’s currently living in the Archimedes ward and is very clueless about what everything is. For some context, her world is very ancient and she’s been living in the woods for the most part, so almost everything in Isola is strange to her. 

I could see her either finding someone while exploring the nearby locations, or go visit some other places in Isola. I’m not looking for anything that is super combative, but she’s very curious and a little nervous about the world so I think there’s a lot of possibilities with that!

With all of that being said, I am a little bit busy this weekend so I might not respond quickly, but I’mma set the cap at 4 starters for anyone who’s interested! They’ll vary in length depending on the scenario (or when my brain decides it wants to be extra). I’ll shoot you a message and we can plot something fun as soon as I can!

Looking forward to it!