#isola event: color theory
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The terrible two are out on the street, still searching for more paint cans. They're honestly having a blast in each other's presence - there's a mutual understanding that one understands the other and vice versa. Truth told, that's all they need. Understanding and care despite (or because of?) their worst traits. And so it's been nothing but go, go, go, having fun and laughing like they're kids. It's funny to watch on a pair of grown men.
They've found another can of paint right now, and are debating over what to do with it. It's been pried open with the blade of Buzzo's machete, something he's very happy to have back on his hip - insurance in case someone attacks him, which has already happened before, as well just a useful tool, something proven as he looks back at his own reflection in the bucket of light-green paint.
"What do you think this one does?"
"I don't think we'd know until we tried it. After all, how would we know that purple is supposedly the color of sadistic glee otherwise?" "True. I was just thinking - it's green, like you. Does that mean it's similar? Or is the fact that it's, what's the word, pastel going to have some kind of impact?" "I'd try it myself, but, well, I can't." "I still wonder why you're made of paint and I'm apparently… some kind of sponge." "No clue. Let's go see if we can find a test subject." "Hopefully it's as entertaining as last time."
Not even a moment after that, paint can still in his hands, does he turn around and run into a familiar face. This is one of the first people he's run into during his stay here! He was mighty helpful. "Oh, it's you again," he comments. There's a subtle lift to his voice that implies it's gladness he's feeling, but he's not outright excited about it either - perhaps just because he doesn't currently have the emotional capacity to just be plain excited about something at the moment given his current color palette. "How have you been? Thank you for your help earlier."
The multicolored Buzzo is actually wearing a shirt this time, too, tucked under his armor. Seemingly some kind of band shirt. The green one is shirtless. But evidently, at least one of them managed to purchase clothes at some point, so there's that.
The green one sits idly by the sidelines as they talk, grinning vacantly, which seems to be a common expression on either one of them.
@kleinstar (liked for a starter)
#&&|| in character#isola event: color theory#eiden 2#woo! they run into each other again. and what a set of circumstances!
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@hanabisays
she's been staring for perhaps a bit too long, contemplating over whether to approach or not. the very atmosphere around the stranger seemed to weep, the metallic hue of her soul heavy, like she was weighted down with tar. oppressive was the first word to mind.
it would go so nicely with her own blue. for what better thing to go along with the feeling of death than the sweet sorrow of guilt?
cobalt footsteps approach, a chilling smile upon Giselle's lips.
"That sure is something. How is it you're even still upright? The weight on your shoulders seems deadly."
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Who wants late Color Theory stuff? I do!
Jester’s starting color is SAFFRON! Her truest self is someone who wants to spread joy, and she’s bound to do what she can to draw a smile out of you. Her cheer will be turned up and unimpeded by her bouts of immaturity or sadness, and her upbeat nature will of course be intact. This nature will be present in her ANALOGOUS doppelgänger as well, whose shade is of a YELLOW-GREEN. Having found herself in the care of her father rather than her mother, the seedy criminal world she grew up amidst has left her with a bit more bite toward others and malice toward her enemies.
Gonna cap these at 4! DnD castmates will be exempt. Hit me up if you have any specific ideas.
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ISOLA EVENT: COLOR THEORY
We've got two Screwllums running around - one is greyscale and the other is a bright gold. It is currently unclear which one is the original and which one is the Analogue, and neither will be entirely forthcoming about it although they tend to get along well enough and seem to be hanging out just fine.
Grey Screwllum is entirely absent of emotion, traveling to discover new paint colors and how they mix with each other. Those who have met the aristocrat certainly will note he seems far more stereotypically "robotic" than he ever has been.
Golden Screwllum is a king, a monarch in a way that Screwllum typically is not. He is magnanimous, of course, and not entirely unlike the more typically curious Screwllum, but there is a distinct otherness to him that the Screwllumite does not place himself as. A man who is fully aware that he is a genius and a ruler.
I'm going to leave this one uncapped since this is a character I'm particularly excited for with this event!
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Zhang San carefully inspected the monochromatic world surrounding him as he meandered Sukuna's lakeside. He swore to himself the city was drenched in color at one point, and he knew, logically, his skin wasn't a pale indigo. He lifted up a hand, examining the creased skin where the hue saturated.
The world groaned and rocked before him without warning, frightening the soul(s) out of his chest. He leapt away from the guttural moan, foot skidding on the edge of the lakeside and plopped into the homochromatic water. He froze mid-movement like prey, only his eyes shifted towards the source to find the monstrous silhouette against the black and white landscape.
"Oh, fuck, please let that be you Sukuna." He timed his wheezed whisper to match a flowing wind, muting his own words out of safety.
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as of right now i’m picturing edgar as a color that looks like a bright fiery red bordering on orange, to him representing things like passion, desire, a short temper, impatience, want, impulsiveness— a potentially terrible combination for a vampire. while he’s seemingly mellowed out in spirale somewhat, i feel this will put those intense emotions more on full display.
i don’t fully know what i’m doing yet but i do have to work in an hour and a half so starter calls may have to wait. instead, this can be more of an interest check/i can be reached in DMs if you want a fiery vampire lad.
#there could potentially be more to this but those are a few examples of what i think edgar will experience lol#ooc;#isola event: color theory
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Let’s get a late Color Theory starter call going!
Jinx will be starting off BLOOD RED. Though she acts with levity and whimsy in her mayhem, its root lies in a compulsion to see the world that created her brought crumbling down- utter contempt for everything the world has created and deemed worthy of admiration. When bearing this color alone, Jinx will be single-minded in her efforts to destroy- particularly regardless of what harm may befall her- and she may be spreading the violence through NPCs- obviously not as much of a threat, but too many could lead to a riot. In the end, of course, some will have to brave the chaos and mix or add their colors if her crimson hue is to be diluted.
But what’s this? Oh god there’s two of them. Well not to worry- this Jinx is TINTED to more of a POMEGRANATE color! She has the same destructive penchant as her true self, but much less indiscriminate about it- almost with a sense of justice about her. Maybe this sense will always be aligned properly, maybe not…could she really be helpful in warding off the dangers posed by the other Jinx…?
What will you do? Let’s find out by leaving a like here! This’ll be capped at 4.
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❝ Well this is wildly inconvenient. ❞ spoken with a shade of faded black clinging to his body, an arm lifting to inspect himself. ❝ Putting together an outfit in these conditions is going to be far more work than usual. ❞ that's not the actual problem, but he was never one to show the cards held against his chest until the time was right, now, was he?
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While most “events” set Mizuki on-edge, she’d been at nothing but her tip-top since the moment she woke up in her new hue. She felt ready to tackle the world with everything she had, passion filling her every action and thought. The color wasn’t her typical style, but she sure wasn’t complaining about how it made her feel!
An unfamiliar voice called out in her direction, making her head whip around toward them. It was a guy probably around her age, commenting on the hue she was starting with. She gave an enthused reply as he was given ample time to register that she wasn’t entirely pink.
“Hey, thanks! It’s weird, honestly- I’ve never really been that into pink, but I can’t remember feeling better than I have since waking up covered in it!” A light chuckle escapes as the irony of the situation washes over her, before she looks him over and gives a bright grin.
“It must be great to have multiple colors going on, too! I think that could help me turn down the energy I’ve got going on here!”
@inheritai // event starter !
Pink.
Now that was a color he could get behind. Josuke hadn't gotten many colors yet, but he was missing a bright pop of something. Most of the colors he had were pretty muted, and that wasn't much his style. This girl had exactly what he needed.
Great!
But now...
...how did he approach this without sounding like a weirdo? Ugh. Might as well dive in and hope for the best, right?
"Hey! Sorry to bug you. But...pink's a pretty great one to start out with, nice and easy to see. Pretty flashy. You got lucky with that!"
#diamondhearts#diamondhearts 01#isola event: color theory#Man doing the icons like this was what I was looking forward too most lmao#Mizuki entirely pink with Aiba just as her one blue eye#She draws attention a lot more that way
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@gaiaspoken
「𓆄」 This was...More disorienting than he originally thought it would be. But, maybe that was his fault by taking to the skies rather than keeping himself grounded. But that was the opposite of what he stood for.
It's when he's flying over a patch of orchid that catches his eye, if not for the soft color of it all, but the fact there are specklings of his own goldenrod color.
Which...Could only mean one thing! This put him at the flower patches in Archimedes...Yeah, that made sense, actually.
Rapidly, the pro hero began his descent, only letting up so he could have a smooth and graceful landing. And, beside her, he perched, flaring one wing over her head as a means to block out the sun.
"There you are! I didn't think you'd be a person for purple, but it really works for you. You're still doing your daily quests? You didn't want to go out and explore this big ol Spirale themed coloring book?"
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The terrible clone twins are moving with a hurry across the streets. It's not so much a sprint so much as it is a step above a jog - a light run, broken up easily by pauses to stop and check their surroundings, looking for something.
The fully green one stops and points at the corner of a building, slightly into an alley. "Paint." "Or a paint can." "Looks sealed to me." "Alright, let's see…"
The one with more - or rather three - colors to him goes to pick up the thing, getting his base cyan onto the handle of it, and onto the handle of his sword as he takes the sword's blade to use it the same way you'd wedge the head of a screwdriver into a can like this… well, to open it. The green one crouches down to watch the lid come off.
As the can comes open, the two find themselves looking into a well of vibrant blue-purple, almost eye-watering in its intensity.
"What's that one gonna do?" "No idea." As it turns out, color symbolism and color theory isn't their strong suit - neither of them. They'd have no clue what a specific color would actually do.
The green one, though, gets an idea, turning back out toward the street. "Pour some on that passerby and see what happens?" "It might be easier to get a reading if we get someone to dip their hand in willingly and tell us what the result is." "If you say so. Personally, I think it'd be funny." "True, it would be funny…"
@grymfared (liked for a starter)
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@enchiiridion
it's an awful feeling, being reduced to a singular facet of oneself. was this the color of her soul? she couldn't deny that possibility, but Giselle felt quite bare. no mask to hide behind, no way to trick people into thinking she was nice and helpless.
so, the brighter hue of footprints leading into the park piques her interest. its a type of blue-green, not unlike a pretty piece of sea glass, something she hadn't seen in a long while. she equal parts wanted it for herself...and wanted to smother it.
"Not many people visit parks after sundown, you know. Not that it's easy to tell what time it is these days." she states it like a fact, the very tone of her voice cold as ice. the deep blue of her footprints seems to pool around her feet in the grass like blood. indeed, the hue seems to hang heavily upon her, exuding an eerie, smothering feeling. "Especially all alone."
#enchiiridion#enchiiridion o1#isola event: color theory#hi hiii#sorry in advance she's gonna be a little freak
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What the hell did he just nearly trip on? Nearly is only because of the familiar hyperfocus knife's-edge mental state the factor of apparently being and bleeding Joy cyan onto everything - normally he'd have fallen flat on his face.
Well, 'normally' if one assumes he wasn't actively using the substance he currently shares a color with. So 'normally'… for Isola, anyway, until recent events.
He doesn't need to look for very long, because the source - now bearing the mark of their collision - starts talking to him. He's not as surprised as he might have been, say, a month ago, to see it's some kind of ambulating triangle. (Partly because the first person he ever spoke to outside of the cab driver who took him to his assigned residence was an ambulating sphere.)
Freakishly venomous. As the guy says this, his mind flashes back suddenly to the past. Dustin. Lisa. Brad. Buddy. Lives ripped apart over his own rage and inability to let go of the past. About to start hallucinating. The laboratory, standing by the doctor's side as they engineer this substance to be as habit-forming as possible - and he went along with it. For the singular purpose of ruining one man's life.
What the hell is wrong with him?
He hasn't spaced out like this since he became monohued, but he finds himself unable to answer for a second. And then, the clarity comes back. "You might be," he admits. "But I haven't been."
That part's true. Outside of the waking dream/nightmare, he hasn't seen hide nor hair of the hallucinatory Lisa. And then something in him lashes out, too. "Don't get upset with me for it being like this. You got your whole thing on me, too," he says, turning his leg a bit so the other can see what is clearly the point of a triangle on part of his cargo pants leg, slowly bleeding and mixing its color into the rest of the figure.
@cyandelightz liked for an event starter !
A burst of clarity hits him as his lower angle abruptly bumps into someone's legs; it'd honestly be a surprise if they didn't just trip over him after that. The feeling is akin to a knife cutting through the current haze surrounding his thoughts, although it doesn't quite rectify the apathy responsible for it. It more so centers it, allowing him to hone in on his surroundings more effectively. He takes a brief glance down to where they'd made contact to find a splattering of cyan on his surface now - looking around and seeing the human closest matches the color, he can only assume this is their fault.
"Of course this whole thing is contagious. That, or you're just freakishly venomous, and that rush of clarity really just meant I'm about to start hallucinating."
#cipher 1#&&|| in character#isola event: color theory#WOO another shade of blue. i wanna go around seeing how many shades of blue i can shove onto one miserable fucker
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@arkhangelic
The Great Tree had always been a favorite spot for Jester to gather her thoughts, to ponder events and doodle in her sketchbook to try and sort them out, but today...rather than trepidation or curiosity, she'd come there only with joy in her heart. Cheer she often felt going about the average day, finding in the little things in life, and even then today's was particularly potent.
To hoard it all would be selfish- she needed to help others feel it however she could!
"It's got to be so amazing to be so tall!" she exclaimed to this person, whose race she couldn't quite identify beyond being REALLY cool-looking, a sentiment she was not shy about divulging. "The only person I know who's that tall is my friend Caduceus, I think...Yasha's pretty close, but she's definitely broader. Like you! Maybe if she gets here you two could arm-wrestle and see who's stronger!"
#arkhangelic#Garrus 01#isola event: color theory#Hope this is okay!#She sees big person with a slight broad build and thinks 'oooh strong :O'
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The sea is far too cold this late in autumn but he doesn't seem to care, lowering his hands into the frigid water and scrubbing at his face, trying to rid of the dark paint stuck to it. The water around him is starting to look like an oil spill.
#isola mini#ir event: color theory#this is following the drabble#looks at clock i have 3 more hours of sleep left (thanks insomnia) so gnight
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Zhang San grimaced at the colorless bowl of ramen. He heaved the longest sigh known to man.
"Dogs really got it rough."
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