[Action (closed to Zelda)]

[Link starts awake, and finds himself somewhere... unexpected.]

[The sky above, blue and wavering with light filtering down dimly, reminds him of nothing so much as the Chamber of the Sages - and with an almost physical shock, he concludes that he must be in the Sacred Realm.]

[Then... he really did fail.]

[But if this is an afterlife of sorts, then why are his clothes still torned and bloodied and soaking wet from the rain? The sword is still nearby, and the battered shield - the bow's string is still broken, the quiver is still empty. Setting a hand on his chest, he finds ridges of scar tissue - the injuries that he had succumbed to, now looking as if he had spent a good month or so recovering.]

[And what exactly is that... thing in the middle of the plaza he's now lying in?]

[Video (open)]

[Some time later, dried off, clothed, and settled at the Welcome Center, Link is finally ready to say hello to his fellow foreigners. The tattoo on the back of his left hand gets an uncomfortable look, and the StarFish Communicator (green, naturally) gets switched on.]

...Hi. Zelda said that I can use this to talk to everyone here, so I guess I should say hi to everyone. [He gives a sheepish little smile.]

I'm Link - or one of them, I guess, Zelda said my ancestor is here. [He does look rather bemused at that.]

Um... I guess that's all. [And off it goes.]


((OOC: Dated to April 2nd.))

[It's been a while since Izaya's made a video. When the video clicks on, he appears to be crouched down and in front of some greenery. Presumably, he is on the island.

A smile.]

Hell-oh Vatheon. How are you all?

[That's a rhetorical question. He has better things to ask.]

I got a question for you creatures, monsters, trolls, humans, aliens, and everything in between-

[Dramatic pause for the effect-]

What makes the person that's most important to you be that person?

[His face scrunches up as if that doesn't sound quite right to him but. It's good enough.]

((OOC: I'm sorry for being delayed, if not bad, on my last open log. I don't have much stamina for logs and prose right now but I'm craving some interaction. This shouldn't be as shit-infested as my recent posts have been. Le promise~))

 [Sola appears on the screen, face puffy and expression desolate. His eyes don't meet the camera as he speaks, low and halting.]

I just wanted to say, I'm really sorry for hurting anyone...

[He rubs his eyes with the back of his hand, sniffling a bit before continuing.]

You won't have to worry about me anymore. I-I won't bother anybody, so... just... forget me. It's better that way.

Zelda, especially, I-I'm sorry I'm not...

[He swallows hard, turning a little further away from the camera.]

I'm sorry I'm not him. I hope he finds you, and that you can be happy. I-I promise, he... he loves you very much.

[He sits there, back to the camera, for an interminable moment, sorrow plain in the hunch of his shoulders. With a small swallow, he turns off the feed.]

Gnomeday, Shadow-Decan 1, ND2018

[It takes a moment for the camera to adjust itself, but heeey good afternoon, have a disgruntled blonde on your feed, merry Vatheonites! He's currently covered in blankets on a very unfamiliar bed, disheveled and looking absolutely exhausted.

And... erg, his mouth feels kind of. Odd.

Some specific individuals might recognize him from a particularly awkward pair of quests. He didn't seem very cooperative at the time. Hey. At least he's responsive right now, if not horribly disoriented.

He runs a hand through his hair, trying to focus on the screen in front of him without falling back over to sleep again.]

Khh... hey, any chance someone could tell me the date? And... ah...

Wait-- [He takes another groggy glance around the bedroom... before his brow furrows in confusion.]

-- Geez, where am I...?!

[This isn't his apartment, that's for sure. So how the hell did he end up in someone else's bed...?]

[ When the video feed clicked on, only the slight outlook of the color red could be made out in the darkness. It was quiet at first, but after a moment the silence broke free to a moan- a yawn almost. It was tiny, and as eyes began to adjust to the dim lighting, something caught Yukiteru’s eye- ]

Good morning Yukki!

[Next to the bed but offscreen a voice was heard. It was clearly close, though, since it was very audible from the SFC on the side table.

The boy jolts up when hearing the voice, and as his vision becomes more clear, the image of “Yuno” causes a small gasp from the back of this throat. ]

Who... what are you-!?

Hm? What do you mean Yukki? It’s me, Yuno!

[ fjdbsg he’s scrambling out of bed now, the look of fright glued to his features.
His eyes couldn’t escape looking at one thing in particular- a thing that became apparent on the video feed as ‘Yuno’ moved closer and into the frame. She was a wolf, a pink wolf at that, and her smile aimed towards him was revealing a pair of large and sharp teeth to the boy. ]

Yuno? But- [ A beat, no she couldn’t be- ] - what big teeth you have!

O-Oh...that’s sort of rude to say, Yukki. I know I’m not as cute as usual but you don’t have to make fun of me...you on the other hand look good in that red hood you have on!

[ A blink. He’s slowly drawing his attention downward to- yup. Those weren’t his clothes. ] Eh!? What is this, I don’t remember putting this on-! Why do we look like this?

It appears we’re under another one of Vatheon’s curses! [She didn’t really say much else. Yuno sort of....forgot Yukki didn’t know about the curses oops.. ]

Vatheon’s... curses? [ What oh my gawd they had curses here his life. ] What exactly is that suppose to mean?

Oh! Right, you weren’t here for that, Yukki! [ For some reason she looked happy still even while talking about curses. She wasn’t even apparently phased by the fact she was a wolf now... ] These curses just happen randomly from what I was told, but they are always different. Last one that I experienced, it was causing people to...tell their secrets.

Mostly embarrassing ones, but I didn’t have much of those... [ Even if she did, she mostly only got responses from people that weren’t even helpful. Like a certain ugly purple-haired terrorist and a sorta-blind girl who was supposed to be dead... ]

[ Wow okay the curses still didn’t make a whole lot of sense, thus the unsure faces crybaby riding hood will give you. Though in the process of such, Yukki finally realizes that the SFC had been switched on somehow. Cue the sudden embarrassment as he quickly reaches over and shuts off the feed.

Click! ]

[ OOC: Alright, so Yuno is pink and Yukki is in blue! Replies will come from both or just one- whichever! ]

[Have a Lily, dressed all in red. Oh, yes, that cloak has a hood, which she's wearing, despite the fact that she's indoors. She likes the way it looks, okay?]

So I've spent all day putting together this wonderful picnic for my grandmother. She's quite ill, and I thought I'd bring her something nice.

[She frowns for a moment. Something's not right, but she can't put her finger on it.]

Is my grandmother here? She must be. I know the way to her cottage, through the woods.

[She shakes her head, as if to clear it.]

Right. Well. Things have been...very strange this week, and I just wanted to sort of...check in and make sure everyone is alright. I haven't posted here in quite awhile. My birthday was just a little over a week ago! Eighteen! It was absolutely wonderful, Karkat and Gamzee baked me this fabulous cake...

Anyway. I need to get going. I want to make it to my grandmother's and back before it starts to get dark. The woods are different at night.

[After avoiding everyone for the last few days, Silver's finally making an apperance on the network. Only this time with a stony linefacing look.

And funky glowing red eyes. At least his hair's still red..] ..Any luck with fixing this shit yet?

Preferably before I lose myself completely to this moronic curse and do worse... [ The view shifts around to show two child natives that look dazed and worse for wear. Alive, but withered looking and unconscious. Not... that Silver looks sorry for it, given that he's starting to forget that he's not an insane megomantic with an immortality complex. Who has the power to drain life away and no morals what so ever. ] Than that.

I... think they are still alive. Maybe. 


((Silver's been turned into Peter Pan from The Grimm Fairy Tales comics (neverland) and has nerfed power that allows him to drain the life out of people. This only works in person, so if you action, please let me know if he can use it on you. Alternatively, if you want to kill him, just ask. I may say yes... :3))

 [A flurry of blurred images whip across the screen as the SFC's camera whirls around in a slender pair of hands, finally settling on the worn face of a young man, about 25 in appearance. His eyes are scanning something above the edge of the phone as he surveys his surroundings, his wet clothes giving off an attractive squelch as he moves. He brushes his dripping bangs off his forehead before turning his attention to the communicator.]

Video log one. Date... [Shinra lifts up his wrist and sighs at his now-useless waterlogged watch. That was a gift from Celty, too. He'd have to find a replacement once he got out of this place...if he got out of this place.] Let's go with day one. 

I'm trapped in some kind of static bathysphere with no connection to the surface world. While my phone was damaged beyond repair at some point between being in Ikebukuro and...wherever this is, I found this star-shaped cell phone in my pocket that has some kind of connectivity to the rest of this place. I also still have my scalpel, which was nice of whoever landed me here. [He pulls the slim surgical tool out of his pocket and smiles fondly at it.]

If there's anyone out there who knows anything at all about the Black Rider, please contact me as soon as possible. It's of the utmost importance that I find out if she's okay or not. 

...Additionally, if anyone knows where I am, [He turns the communicator and rotates in a slow circle, panning across several buildings and the shadowy outline of the Great Lamufao.] I'd appreciate the intel.

{video, text, action, whatever floats your boat! or should I say bubble...}