#Isola Event: Shore

[uwps001]

It's doubtful if Mika was even trying, but she gets a laugh from Constantine. "I wish they gave us options. I'd rather choose something more....Aquatic." Oh, WELL.

Shrugging, he motions further,

"Luckily for you, finding a source of water is one of my specialties. So, if you don't mind drinking from T-rexes, then let's go."

He is curious though,

""Wonder what the whole point of this is."

"Ah yeah I suppose you are right. They were probably drinking that water weren't they." And it was doubtful either of them could purify it or at least not properly enough either of them could drink it. So either it was finding water the old fashioned way or just putting up with it.

"Can it even be called a ride anymore? This is like a full blown trip against our will! I didn't ask to come here with or without the dinosaurs being involved."

[isolaradiale]

This is an event rerun. For more information on how to participate, please check our EVENT RERUN GUIDE! If you have any questions please do not hesitate to ask!

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“And… that should do it.” Caelum sighed, punctuating his words with a few taps of the keyboard and putting his drink back down on the desk.

“Look this over for me?” “Do I look like Bellatrix to you? You think I can just read code with my own eyeballs and say whether this should work or not?” “I wouldn’t sell yourself short.” He answered with a wry smile. A nice way of saying Aspidiske wasn’t getting out of this one, she regrettably realized. Moving from her spot with a groan, she propped her elbows against the back of the old man’s desk chair with a bored expression.

“Yeah yeah, looks great--Hold it. This isn’t even the same thing you were typing twenty minutes ago.” “Ah, very good! See, I knew you were capable of reading it with your eyeballs, as you said.”

“You think you’re funny don’t you, Grandpa.”

Gritting her teeth to block out the sound of a hearty laugh, she scrolled through each line, reaching a couple times to tap something on the keyboard in front of him.

“...What’s that line there.” “A choice bank.” “What for?” “I thought it might be courteous to allow them to decide where they want to go.” “Why.” “Well, if people choose an environment they like, they’re more apt to explore it, yes? Why choose someone who isn’t equipped to handle it?” “Because it’s fun watching them squirm, that’s why. I’m changing this.” “Hey--” “Oh nooo, I’m gonna hit Run! Ohhh nooo!” “Now see here, I--”

The next sequence of events all passed within seconds. Caelum’s fingers hit ‘undo’, Aspidiske moved to push his hand away with her own and deployed the RUN button with the other. Both collided with the glass on the table, knocking its mostly full contents onto the desk. A mixture of ice and sweet liquid flooded between the keys and into the cracks of the dashboard as Aspidiske pulled her companion backward sharply, saving him the sting of electric shock. The monitor split into several bright, jarring colors before attempting to pull itself back together, and numbers and symbols jumped from place to place before everything went blank for a few agonizing seconds. Both exhaled when the monitor whirred back to life, with the following prompt flickering and glitching across the screen.

                                        [ OPERATION S.H.O.R.E ]                                             [ STATUS: ACTIVE]

Not too long after that ordeal, the click of the intercom and a long, disappointed sigh cut the silence. The deadly even voice of Pleiades spoke into the room. “You two. In my office. Now.”

                                            ☆               ☆                ☆ Your phones switch on by themselves; the cafe televisions turn on, the daily news changes, your phone calls all display the same message over any visual media they can. But the person who appears in the broadcast is an elderly man, sitting at a table in a semi-professional manner, and a smaller woman behind him cackling.

“Hello! Hello, good evening, everyone. This is the first time we’ve met like this, ah? It’s good to see you on a personal level--” “As personal as a giant broadcast can be.” “...Ahem. You can call me Dr. Caelum. Behind me is Aspidiske.” “Don’t drag me into this, old man.” “I’m here to report that there are several islands off the coast of Spirale that have recently cleared from the mist. Given what happened a couple months ago when a mysterious object appeared, we’re unsure if the GPU has a hand in this or not. I’ll be frank with you, my friends, there aren’t enough of us to explore the islands ourselves. That’s where you all come in, I hope!” “Not like you all have that much of a choice, after all. Cooperation is key, or something, something...” “On your devices, I’ve sent something of a ticket for your island excursions. There are four that we’ve monitored in total, so you have the option of being transported to any one of those. Once we’ve collected enough information on the islands, we’ll bring you right back, safe and sound. We’ll be here, monitoring your progress as--”

From off-camera, something seems to spark and pop menacingly, along with a hissing noise that makes the old man lose a bit of color.

“...Well, I trust you’ll do fine! If you’ll excuse me.”

He grabs his cane, and with a bit of effort, Caelum rises from his chair. Aspidiske takes the seat in front of the camera.

“Uh, guess that’s one way to get the job don-”

The monitors cut the broadcast abruptly, and on your devices, a prompt appears.

[ Welcome to Operation SHORE: Surviving Hazards Of Relaxing Escapes! Please choose your island destination: ]

Haugst Isle

Resources: Plentiful (manufactured)

Shelter: Provided

Danger rating: High

Tags: Monsters, Prison, Laboratory

Nommin Isle

Resources: Plentiful (natural)

Shelter: None

Danger rating: Low

Tags: Tropical, Deserted, Beautiful

Foss Isle

Resources: Plentiful (natural)

Shelter: Minimal (caves)

Danger rating: Moderate

Tags: Volcano, Dinosaurs, Jungle

Volaat Isle

Resources: Moderate-Low (luxury)

Shelter: Moderate (abandoned ships)

Danger rating: Low

Tags: Sunken ships, Storms, Small

(Detailed descriptions of each island can be found Here!)

Upon choosing your destination, your phone screen will glitch out for a few seconds, and you’ll suddenly and instantly vanish from your place in Spirale. As soon as you disappear, you reappear on the island you chose (or perhaps a different island than what you picked altogether) with your island-issued cell phone as your only belonging.

                                           ☆               ☆                ☆ 

So, what’s happened?

Your characters have suddenly appeared on one of the mystery islands outside of Spirale, and must survive and thrive on the island they’ve chosen/landed on. This includes things like finding food and water, making shelter, and fending off the elements and creatures that you encounter during your extended stays.

Am I limited to one island?

Nope! Due to the system shorting and glitching out on occasion, it’s entirely possible for your character to wind up on a completely different island in the blink of an eye. It’s also possible to build some kind of raft or ship and sail to one of the other islands! (If you know how to sail and the weather is kind to you…)

You can also use means like flying, freezing a bridge, riding a dolphin, or whatever your powers would allow you to do to get from one island to the other.

HOWEVER if you sail too far away from the islands, you’ll run into the mists that usually surround Spirale, and you’ll succumb to the safe effects they have under normal circumstances and sail right into Davy Jones’ Locker… (...and die.)

How do I get back to Spirale?

It’s impossible to get from the islands to Spirale by any means of transport (sailing, flying, teleporting, etc.)

However, if you’ve met a grisly end and died on one of the islands, you’ll respawn in Spirale, and won’t be able to return to the islands.

Do our phones work?

They sure do! You can even still use the internet on them, if you’ve met the rank requirement to get it. They charge with solar power and are waterproof, but they won’t survive being smashed or broken, so don’t do anything reckless with them!

Do I have to go to an island to participate in the event?

Not necessarily. As long as you have a thread or drabble that’s related to the event, that will count toward participation. (For example, if your character in Spirale City were to make a phone call to another character stuck on one of the islands, that would count.)

Do I have to explore and survive and put my muse in danger?

Not at all! This event is designed to be versatile; you can take the opportunity to build from the ground up and bond with your friends (and enemies?) and have a laid-back vibe if you want. You can have a dangerous expedition to find resources and shelter with peril at every corner, too. You can even ignore the survival aspect and finally have that cool one-on-one duel with your rival atop a rocky cliff during a lightning storm where no one will interfere!

You can help or hinder anyone who arrives on the island and make new friends or enemies. You can learn to fish, hunt or forage for food. You can play in the ocean or run for your life. It’s up to how you want to play the event!

Do drabbles count?

Yup! A drabble of 500+ words will get you credit for this event.

Is there an event reward for this one?

The reward is the friendships you made along the way… and maybe a cool sea shell.

How long will the event run?

This event will run until Friday, June 9th, at 11:59:59 pm EST!

[inkyara]

Sou spent hours a day scrounging up sticks and bark, snapping vines and tying his would-be lumber together. He'd hoped to find something special by following a river bank. He followed the sounds of rushing water to that of a waterfall, seeking shade from the sun's rays on his skin. Great dangers lured fools in with beauties like this sight, and he wasn't alone. He wrapped his slender arms around himself and his splendid inventory protectively, but that stature... ... ... how familiar, and what a small world.

"Ms. Reyes... ... ...?" He kicked a pebble with his sand encrusted shoe, "I'm not intruding, am I? It's odd running into you in such serene places." His languo hair stood up in the slight breeze, clearer to see without his usual sleeves. Of all things, he shivered despite the heat.

@cladinivcry liked for a starter!

[chensoden]

@placides

"hey! get your own cave hideout!!"

normally, denji's bias for women would have him be more inviting. but he's not really in the mood right now.

after a moment, he sighs and lets up. "fine. just, you should probably keep your head down." she doesn't look like she knows how to fight.

[amoirsetpacis]

★ --;; As the panel smacks against the damp concrete floor there are sounds if interest, of creatures’ attention being drawn to the new source of movement and sound. It's still not enough though, because Livio is apparently just that much closer, that much of a temptation, even through the metal door, and too many of them stay behind from the ones curious about the new sound.

Ooh, Livio's gonna be so mad. He'd promised he wouldn't take long, which he hopes is still a feasible one to keep, but Vash knows that keeping it that way won't be easy, because nothing ever can be with him, apparently. If he can't get their full attention like this, he'll have to go with the arguably far more stupid option.

"Hey!" he hollers, sticking his head down through the hole. His arm joins suit, firing another bullet into the throng just to make sure he grabs their attention. ( He's incredibly aware of his rapidly dwingling supply. )There's a splatter of blood, a howl of pain as it punctures one of their legs. That oughtta work.

"Over here, meat heads!"

Before they can reach him, so many pairs of feet trampling down the hallway now that they've finally changed targets, Vash pulls himself back up into the vent and again clambers off in the other direction, making sure to be as loud as possible.

amoirsetpacis​:

★ –;; Vash’s frown deepens; that’s one shot wasted, without his plan flowing the way he’d intended. He’d hoped that the sound of the gun going off would entice the beasts lying ever so impatiently in wait, would convince them to follow the sound of something much easier to reach than the man trapped on the other side of thick metal. But of course he’s not granted such luck– figures that it all would have run dry with finding a way out of that room in the first place.

Of course things are going to have to be done the hard way. He shuffles back around the corner, the way he’d come, this time not bothering to try and silence the clangs and clunks made by gloved hands and heavy boots. Still nothing; at least, nothing of value. He can’t easily see them from his current position, only hear them, but none of them seem to have ventured from their point of interest.

So, with as much strength as he can muster, Vash kicks hard down into the thin metal beneath him with the bottom of his foot, sending the panel flying downwards with a deafening clang!

He hears-- the gunshot, yes, but something else. Head cocked to one side as if that'll really help (or he's the dog plenty of people accused him of), Livio squints, trying to picture just what Vash is doing.

It doesn't leave him with any relief either. And he can't exactly follow after him. Too bad this isn't some sort of mad scientist lab with a secret exit.

That'd be too perfect for this place.

In the meantime, growls behind the door, Livio makes due trying to find a giant pipe or something as a weapon-- and successfully does. He paces for a bit, and truly hates just feeling like a helpless-- something. Vash needs his help, and because he's so big he can't even follow after him.

[deadlydevotion]

Okay I'm caving to my muse poking me in the back of the head. Like this post for an event starter with Legato, who is naturally useless when it comes to water or most genuine survival scenarios.

Mostly because I want more people to watch him squirm.

I'll cap at 3 but may or may not increase that later. Castmates are welcome to harass him regardless.

[darknessfoundlove]

Data about @decodetalking​​ added to ING006′s memory

“So! Now that we’ve had a nice few days of stay-cation with most of the super-powered trouble makers out of the city -not that I’m one to talk I guess- we’ve decided to take this party somewhere a little more interesting, right~? That place would be...” Ai took a moment to scroll through the info on his phone, “Nommin Isle! We’re not allowed to take any supplies with us, but apparently we don’t have to because it’s a tropical paradAise!”

Sure, Ai was a little worried about going somewhere with no technology whatsoever... And sun, sand, and sea didn’t exactly mix well with his drone, but it would definitely be a new experience. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right? He hoped Yusaku would end up liking it and even get some sun. 

“Have you ever been to a beach? This one looks like the ones in all the movies - nothing like the ones in Japan. All we have to do is select this one and...”

Ai tapped the words ‘Nommin Isle’ on the phone and started to feel similar to how he would when he was about to jump into a different piece of tech. Interesting... but something was wrong. For a few nanoseconds before the transfer was completed, the screen on the phone started to glitch and Ai felt like his code was being pulled in two different directions.

Suddenly, the feeling stopped and he was looking at a completely different room. It was nothing like the tropical beach the pictures showed; it looked like a cell with white, cement walls and an iron door. He had only skimmed through the description of the first isle because it made him so uncomfortable, but this looked like... oh glitch... The text on Ai’s phone welcomes them cheerfully, confirming his suspicions:

> WELCOME TO HAUGST ISLE!

“Well,

this isn’t good...”

Ai might stretch the truth sometimes, but he didn’t think he’d ever made such a massive understatement.

[kujoutengu]

@heart3yed (Event starter)

Once Waka arrived at the facility, he found his way towards what appeared to be a clinic and began to shift through the available resources. There were some supplies, but what caught his attention was the various parts of machinery scattered about. Most of the parts looked to still be in working condition, and while they were not of the Moon Tribe, Waka could still make something out of them.

Of course he was aware of various entities prowling about, and if he spent too long here he would no doubt be targeted. It would be best, therefore, to take what he could out of the place and find a shelter of sorts to make a home base where he could tinker with these parts in peace.

Before he could do anything, the sound of footsteps approached from behind, prompting him to turn slowly to see who it was. 

“Bonjour~ Would you happen to be friend, or foe?”

[daxned]

Baby steps. Just because she feels she can eat more doesn't mean she should. Getting cocky would mean that one day she'd be doomed. It would be her downfall. What if she got sick? Dam-bi nods, taking his words to heart as always. She'd always heed his suggestions, warnings, and so on.

Dam-bi watches silently while Sukuna is at work and finally when he moves and beckons her to follow him, she does so without hesitation. It's always a mystery to know where or what they'll be doing. Sukuna will lead and Dam-bi just follows.

"I have to admit," She starts, "I've always relied on the monster to take care of me when we were out alone." She didn't do the hunting, the onion-shaped sapling did. She didn't have to find shelter, the creature did.

Sukuna was teaching her things she didn't know anything about. Slowly, she was becoming independent.

When Sukuna comes to a stop, Dam-bi looks up at him then at the bird he's pointing. They lock eyes when Sukuna glances down at her and her eyes moves to the bird. "Sukuna, the bird...it's..." too high up. Though it wasn't impossible, was it?

The bird is high up, but maybe...MAYBE she can actually reach it. Her right arm oozes and shifts then forms into tendrils. She does attempt to slice at the bird, only to fail and hit a few tree branches. This causes the bird to take flight in a fit of panic. However the moment that bird flaps its wings to take off, another tendril from her own sprouts out, clipping the bird by its wing.

the bird still flap its one good wing while it is pierced and unable to move. Dam-bi lowers the bird down with a smile and turns to look back up at Sukuna proudly!

ㅤ"Now, now," Sukuna chided through a thin chuckle, "don't get ahead of yourself." With his curiosity satisfied, he bundled the poisonous organs into a leaf sachet to later cure in salt water as a gift for Uraume, then finished butchering the fish--by separating the remaining meat from the bones, the girl would have her meal and he would have his tools, which he started amassing by sawing off the pointed spines for hooks and needles. The brittleness of the fish bones limited their versatility, but thriving in a hierarchical world began in painstakingly small increments. Human history opened its annals in much the same way.

Glancing skyward, his eyes grazed over the pale hues warming the evening sky, an open vista unblotched by weather. He did not have to concern himself with the thatching yet, just the girl and his own boredom. Looking back down, he finished snapping the ribs from the backbone of the fugu before moving onto the other fish. Once he rendered their bodies to dissected meat, bones, and muscles, he piled a stone cairn over the firepit within which he stored the parts for drying and protection from bugs and predators. Then, he lurched to his feet.

"There are other things to concern yourself with." With a motion of his hand, he beckoned for her to follow him into the woods again.

His eyes scanning the canopy's upper branches, he spoke to her offhandedly as he walked. "Surviving is pointless without a reason to be doing so. A predator in captivity will die of starvation while food sits in front of it. Humans know this... that's why the world exists as it is." Halting, he stared up at the branch of a tall tree where an eagle sat perched, preoccupied with pruning its wings. Without a word, he raised his hand and pointed at it while glancing back down at Dam-bi, silently urging her to spear it with her tendril.

[aperturesurvivor]

event starter call : for @lyrafallen​​ !

SHE’S ADAPTING QUICKLY,   but that isn’t particularly surprising. This place is bad, but she’s been in rougher spots. There’s no neurotoxin yet. That’s not to say it’s easy, but she’s made up a makeshift camp in an old warehouse and stockpiled some supplies. The canned food still seems okay (does canned food really go bad? she wonders) and she’s managed to find some water that’s probably drinkable and not laced with various toxins. 

Her own survival no longer in considerable question, her injuries cleaned, she’s feeling a lot better about everything. From what she’s seen, there’s not really a way out of this. She’s stuck here until the stars decide that she can go back home. 

It wouldn’t hurt to go look for more water, and something she can use as bandages-- there wasn’t much fabric in the warehouse, and she’s already bleeding through hers. But she’ll be fine. 

She’s wrapped both feet now, but she’s still careful, picking her way across debris-riddled floors and heading toward a nearby building. 

A flash of movement catches her eye, and Chell’s instantly on the alert-- but it’s not a monster. If the stranger is, she’s a strange one. Chell’s a little less nervous now, but her weapon’s still at the ready as she approaches. 

While she’s pretty good at surviving on her own, it probably wouldn’t hurt to make some allies. 

She stretches her free hand out and up, waving to get the stranger’s attention.

[aid-lombard]

She feels listless, she feels tired--Saint-Germain’s lost count of the days on this island, and she really doesn’t care. It’s not like she really has to take care of herself, it’s not like she wants to take care of herself. No, it feels like there’s not much point to anything anymore, and so she’s going through the motions on this deserted island, not certain of what the point is for anything anymore.

Does she want to go home? What even is home? For the longest time, it wasn’t a place for her--no, it was a duo of people, people who loved to argue and bicker, and who she cared for very, very dearly. Two people she wasn’t sure she’d ever see again, but two people she knew she held so much in her mind that she wouldn’t be surprised if, what, she started hallucinating or something.

...well, a deserted island is the perfect place to see a mirage, isn’t it?

She hears her, at first. The sound of someone complaining, someone familiar, but no, that can’t be right, really. There’s no way that’s right. Maybe that’s the twist to this place--that you start hearing your loved ones once you’ve been here long enough. Wouldn’t some sort of cruel fate like that be appropriate for her? But the complaining doesn’t go away, no, it just gets louder, and she knows, now, that she has to check this out. Even if it’s nothing. Even if this is all just a dream, some sort of cruel trick played on her by the Stars. It wouldn’t be the first time they’d done something so awful.

If this is an illusion, it’s a very convincing one.

There she is--Cagliostro, just as Saint-Germain remembered and remembers her, complaining loudly as she tries to walk through this jungle in heels. She’s frozen in place, she doesn’t know what to do, or to say--what if this isn’t real? But what if it is? Could she be allowed this one thing? Was it something she deserved?

She’s thinking far too much to come up with anything to say.

[beyond-use]

“Nommin Isle sounds almost pleasant, actually.”

“...if you trust the Stars to keep their word and bring us back, of course.”

[lightfallsword]

Baobhan's awkward avoidance doesn't go unnoticed, but Eula makes no attempts to alleviate the clear tension between them. Instead, she focuses her time and attention on taking care that no stray animals or ne'er-do-wells stumble into their camp. Baobhan created it for them after all. She created it for her. And Eula has never been one to be unappreciative of how far people were willing to go for her even if she was horrible at showing it.

As the sun began to set behind the trees, finally, the silence between them was broken again. Though Eula hadn't dwelled much on their earlier conversation, it's clear that it struck a chord with the servant seeing as she seems less haughty than usual. Her usual uppity tone is now replaced with one more modest. At Baobhan's peace offering of soap, and her not-so-subtle way of asking her to bath, the knight relents. If nothing else, it'd be nice to soak in a proper tub. "Fine. But I'm not doing it because of you. I just think it would be a waste of your hard effort if I didn't make full use of everything you've prepared." She heads off in the direction of the bath in a huff after saying so.

It doesn't take her long to draw a bath and begin her soak in the tub. All things considered, it's nice and Baobhan's soap adds to the experience. It's clear that she's no novice when it comes to self-care, but what else could she expect from someone with equally high-class tastes like she does? After soaking for a while, she finally returns, though it's in her small clothes rather than her usual that she's left out to dry beforehand.

By now, the sun has completely set and it's by the light of the moon and stars, along with what light their large campfire provided as well. Eula sits on the edge of her bed now, still drying her hair as she waits for the other to join her. Finally, she does, only to be met with a somewhat sarcastic observation. "Servants don't need sleep, as you so constantly remind me. Yet you seem eager to share a bed with me. You're like a child, excited over the small things." It must be like a sleepover to her, is Eula's conclusion.

● The way the sunlight hit the fairy's eyes reflected the fact that even hearing the affirmation that she wasn't a fool had almost pushed her to cry. She was too prideful to let any tears fall of course, but it was enough to force her mouth shut until Eula had finished saying her piece on the subject. Which in itself was odd to her. She was used to people storming off when she lashed out. No one ever tried to understand her aside from her mother.

And she knew she deserved that treatment because of how she acted, but that loneliness was so deeply ingrained in her very soul by this point.

For Eula to say something so considerate had taken her completely off guard. She felt guilty for yelling and looked off to the side. "I... think I've changed. But it's hard to see change in yourself." The Servant wasn't exactly wrong but she'd never said it aloud. Before she could say more though, the knight had run off.

The rest of the afternoon had been spent with awkward avoidance. Baobhan was grappling with the aftermath of the discussion, namely how it left her feeling.

"Hey! Did you use the bath I set up!? You said it was unnecessary, but..." In the evening she finally worked up the courage to approach Eula again. There was a lot she wanted to say, but she had to get to that point. She produced a bar in the palm of her hand. "...I made soap. If we're going to share the same bed tonight wouldn't it be better if you weren't all sweaty?"

[underteika]

@motorcitymutt​ gets an event starter!

After a while, it was hard to think. Hard to sleep, even. Sometimes, the empath wasn’t quite sure if what they were hearing were actual sounds or some sort of hallucination. Like the rapid sound of shoes against tile that fast approached, following the other creatures that likely drew close to the noise.

Lights only flickering, blood pooling on the ground that Anda wasn’t sure was their own or something else’s. White knuckles gripped the shaft of their weapon, ready to take on the next warped, blade-limbed creature to approach. Just swing, they thought.

I can’t die here.

And as they swung as hard as they could, time slowed, and the terror-induced brutality they fought with cleared for just a moment. They couldn’t make out details, no. They’re not even sure if their vision was clear enough to see the outline of his frame. But what Anda felt was a kind of energy that was familiar; safe.

Right in the trajectory of an attack that might kill him.

A quick flick of their wrist, and they aimed the shovel up high, leaving a loud CLANG and a scar on the metal plating of the wall. Their joints locked, and they couldn’t find the strength to take a single breath. If they hadn’t realized who Mike was and swung as intended...

...Judging by the color drained from their face and their horrified expression, Anda realized there were only 14 centimetres between the blade of the shovel and Mike’s head. For fear of losing that control again, they didn’t move.

[anghexescu]

@baddestdangerboy​ @quiet-or-die​

Haugst Isle, truth be told, this wasn’t exactly an island he had in mind. If anything his mind had been set on checking out Nommin. This is okay though. Despite the high danger that run this place, he knew he’d be fine. He wasn’t cocky though. He had to be careful. 

On a good note? At least he isn’t alone. He recognizes the blond haired man. The red head, he’s seen around a couple of time. 

“We should head toward the building.” He’s sure the other two were already planning on heading there. Being out here, in the open, didn’t seem at all like a good idea. Klaus can already feel the danger swarming about and he’s only been here a minute! 

His hand is on the sheath of his sword, ready to use it if need be. 

[hiddenstar]

“Oho... is that power of yours borrowed, granted, or from your own blood?”

     The gods granting their strength to humanity was a staple as old as time. After all, she’s done the very same herself. But naturally, there were also those who could borrow the power of the gods on their own.

Shrine maidens, for one, were the usual sort— be it by their own god’s blessings or by channeling the power of others. However, it was rare to see others who held the same sort of prowess. That’s why, having watched the human girl before her use such divine strength while on the beach, Okina would wearily stand and speak to her.

A distraction like this would prove welcome to her somewhat exhausted self.

“Color me curious, is all.”

“And if you’re wondering how I noticed where the origin if your powers stem from— a god would naturally notice the works of the divine at play, you see.”

@moonbeam-power​