#s:nino

[delicatevalentine]

blank space » team flood (finale)

Blank had been worrying her for what felt like days now, although the unusual circadian flow in this realm made it difficult to judge. It began with just a few offhand comments about the dangers of the living world. Then came the guilt-tripping remarks about how everybody left them, in the end. Then, the casual questions about whether they might consider staying. And finally, it became an insistence. 

“I, Perses, will protect you.” 

And with that, Hilda knew there was no reasoning to be done. 

Because Blank’s -- Perses’? -- protection looked a lot like brute force. 

Hilda didn’t want to hurt him. In their time here, she had grown fond of the peculiar amnesiac. She would have even considered bringing him with them, if that was what he wanted. But if he was the only thing standing between her and finally returning home... Well, she had no choice. 

She swung. 

[ Hilda attacks Perses using Freikugel. Roll: 13 — Hit! -4HP ] [ Perses HP:  50 → 46 ]

And as she suspected, Blank didn’t seem to have any reservations against hitting them back. 

[ Perses counterattacks using Again the Martyr. Roll: 17 — Crit! -4HP ] [ Hilda HP: 10 → 6 ] [ Hilda is inflicted with -4 dexterity and -2 avoid until Round 3 - Player Phase. ]

A wave of magic engulfed her before she could escape from its range. A jagged knife of ice was born from the ground. The force of its emergence sent Hilda stumbling to the ground. She looked up in despair, just in time to catch a glimpse of the frozen shard that was headed straight for her. It sliced into her forehead and sent waves of pain through her whole body. Blood dripped down into her eyes, obscuring her vision. 

“Blank... Perses...” she said weakly. “Please...”

@pheraean

[nagargent]

they forgot to leave us clues!

scavenger hunt: 1 plank of wood, sheet of cloth or bundle of herbs per post!

Their group splits up fairly swiftly, faster than Julia can ascertain her bearings and decide what to do with herself. She prefers to take her time, think things through. The abyss looked frankly terrifying, she wasn’t a particularly strong swimmer and if she was being truly honest she was probably too soft-hearted to go hunting. No, it’s probably for the best that she searched around for any materials they could use to set up camp.

About to set off alone, she notices another person lingering alone. A young girl, with shining turquoise eyes.

“Hello there. Are you unoccupied?” Julia asks tentatively with a light tap on the girl’s shoulder. Smiles to try and set them both at ease, although she wouldn’t like to guess how well that was working. “My name is Julia. I was going to look around and see if I can find anything useful. You’re welcome to join me, if you’d like. Hopefully, with two of us working together we’ll collect twice as much!”

Julia holds her hand out, waiting for the green-haired girl to take it if she pleases. Which is when she spots something laying on the water-logged grown beneath their feet. Greenery, sprouting beneath the cracks. Edible too, if she’d correctly identified the plant. What a lucky find! She bends down, reaching to pull out as much as she can without disturbing the roots beneath. Oen day they’d grow back and surely aid another lost soul.

“Looks like we’re off to a good start. They’ll need to be dried out first but these herbs are edible. Pretty tasty, too!”

@ninocence (+1 bundle of herbs)

[delicatevalentine]

Irrlicht

shadoll​:

when someone dies their soul does not leave this world all at once. long ago the kia staff taught sara that fragments of people filter back into the world and linger if they are dissatisfied with their fate. she has seen ghosts before of as many temperaments as the living. some tend toward mischief to pass what little time they have left - sara knows she aspires to this - while others wallow in their own loss, mourn the regrets that follow them to the grave evermore.

there’s a strong presence in these ruins that swells like a tide. each step further brings her closer to an emotional outpouring of desperation. every spirit was once a person with desires, lives defined by the triumphs and successes all encounter simply existing. she never tires of listening to the voices of those willing to share so candidly with her however muddled the sound may be. it is rare that people understand themselves and sara claims no deeper understanding of the powerful feelings she hears as vividly as most see.

in spite of registering the call after her, sara does not wait for nino. she presses on forward to the brightest stars for they are also the most fragile, the ones under threat of being snuffed out.

“tell us how we can help you.”

Even with Sara's dismissal of her question, Hilda couldn't shake the feeling that something awful had happened here. And Blank’s growing distress as they struggled to recall the details of the war that they had mentioned hadn’t escaped her notice. Though it was clear that they suffered from some kind of amnesia, they didn't often appear too distraught about the fact, so the shift in energy only served to trouble her more.

Blank’s next words didn’t provide much comfort either. As they spoke, the wisps appeared to be growing restless, their wordless buzz increasing in volume and urgency. The quality of the light filtering through made Hilda’s imagination run wild — she almost thought some of the larger ones were taking on a humanoid shape.

The only sound for a few moments was the indistinct chattering of the wisps and the gentle murmuring of Marianne’s prayers. Hilda wondered if she should join her friend. Divinity had never done much for her. That wasn’t to say she didn’t believe; she thought there might be something bigger out there somewhere, and if there was, it was probably too busy to care what she was up to. But if there was a possibility that prayers might help these poor souls, there could be no harm in trying. Before she could make a decision, Sara’s voice broke through the quiet, sympathetic but firm.

And then, the wisps swarmed.

— end.

[delicatevalentine]

it’s a piece of cake to make a pretty base » team flood

Welp! Whatever the case, your first priority should probably be to finagle some manner of base camp, as well as rations, right?

1 Post = 1% of Progress (Max 20%)  Requires 1 Plank or 1 Sheet of Cloth per post

As Hilda wandered back towards camp, she saw that they had made little progress with the actual base construction. It appeared that some of the group had already split off to investigate other aspects of the landscape and had yet to return with the necessary materials. 

“Hm! Well, not to worry. Felix and I had a little luck over there.” She tugged on the piece of sturdy cloth that was still sticking out of his pocket and held it up to the present team members triumphantly. With a flourish, she laid it down on the ground, then stared at it with a thoughtful expression as though she expected it to pop up into a fully-formed tent. It did not. 

“Well, every little helps!” she said cheerfully, her eyes already wandering for another excuse to avoid work.

-1 piece of cloth +1% camp construction — 1% @pheraean @artificidel @aegisshieded @nagargent @disgracedvessel @cursedbluebird @ninocence @etoilerrante @shadoll @nabataprophet @grimstalkr

[delicatevalentine]

Apparently, nobody was listening to Hilda’s concerns. Not only did she object to trusting an anonymous hooded figure who appeared to have a severe case of amnesia, she strongly resented the implication that she would be expected to ruin her hair. The only reason she had agreed eventually — albeit begrudgingly — was because the bubble provided by Blank kept anything inside of it dry. Pigtails wound into buns on top of her head, she dived into the depths.

Upon entering the greenhouse, Hilda hesitated as she scanned her surroundings for danger. Content that there was nothing to immediately threaten her, she crept forwards to gather herbs from the adjacent patch. Edible? She wasn’t sure. Pretty? Of course!

But from there, she was reluctant to go any further. Nino was slightly ahead and she was happy to let her teammate scope the place out before she dove, literally, head first into peril.

Movement [ Roll: 2 — Space 1 → 2 ] Resources [ Roll: 6, 4 — +10 bundles of herb ] Damage [ Roll: 0 — Hilda HP: 10 → 10 ]

underwater happy farm - team flood minigame

It takes Nino a few moments to get her bearings within the air bubble, peering curiously down at the distorted sight of the greenhouse below. Wow, these are all free for us to take, huh? She waves at the other two, as though telling them to hurry up, before kicking the water, starting to moving down the row of small flowers all lined up before them.

She rushes forward eagerly, stopping at the first patch of herbs with small white flowers. Julia had told her that these kinds are ok to eat, so Nino takes a few sprigs into her arms, before her eyes land on another patch of pretty blue flowers up ahead. Oh! Those as well!

Swimming forward, she doesn't notice the tentacle in the patch of seaweed she'd kicked accidentally, before it snakes out of the water, catching her by the ankle and tugging with oddly powerful force. Nino lets out an inaudible yelp, tiny bubbles of air floating free towards the surface of the water, as the creature that caught her drags her downwards before a stinging pain blooms from her leg, the affected area turning tingly and numb.

She finally kicks free of the tentacle's hold, hopping along the pebble-lined ground for a moment as she rubs her leg, before looking towards the others, pointing down at the patch of seaweed with a concerned expression. Careful!

nino has moved to squares 3 and 5! nino has obtained herbs (4 + 10): 14 herbs nino has taken damage (1 + 2): 3 damage nino hp: 9/12

@delicatevalentine and @aegisshieded