#isola intro

[twoswordfiend]

A duel under the moon light.

Blade Clash. Blood was spilled. Iori did not come in this battle underestimating his foe. He put more then all he got into it. Saber was not someone he ever look down on. He gave it his best and...

The sword demon was still slain. Part of him glad he was stopped. The rational mind that lived day to day the best he could is glad he was stopped as he lay dying on the cold stone floor of the temple.

How funny. Just days ago he took the life of his master from another world. To have it all ended here...at least it was by the hands of a friend.

The dream finally dead.

"....Hell sure look a lot different then what the monks said."

Yet as Iori Miyamoto closes his eyes. He open them once again to find himself not in Edo.

#isola intro #isola open #Local Sword demon confused....

[thegreatfraud]

"Ughhhhh.."

Why is the Bar empty? God it's the worst frigging hang over as Huey stumble out of what he swore was a empty bar with nothing but a pair of boxers as something don't feel right.

His dice feel lighter and he feel...sapped....probaly just the drinking right?

Soon as he exit the Bar the Bar disappear as Huey find himself stranded in a strange land with the top half of his suit and in his boxers. His money gone, his sword is gone and frankly Huey say dignity to but he never had much of that.

"....where the fuck am i?"

This isn't the shady bar in Ireland he just got shit faced in. Unless that bartender finally had enough of him and put something in his drink.

"HELLO? ANYONE HERE SPEAK ENGLISH? ZHONG WEN YE XING? INGLES? ANYBODYYYY?"

#isola open #isola intro #help him he have no idea

[erdensalz]

knuckles rips the car door off its hinges for good measure as a stranger asks him to get into the vehicle. tom and maddie had only recently had this talk with him (something about stranger danger) and finding himself in unfamiliar surroundings has him default to what he was taught— he walks, though he's not entirely sure to where he's walking, or what he's going to do.

   he didn't travel through ring, he's sure of that. he would have noticed. it was more of a ... blink. perhaps a trick of doctor robotnik, seeking to separate the new guardians of the master emerald. knuckles is not sure how the human could have survived the fall, but who else would want him apart from his tribe? he's not happy about it either way, expression grim and upset.

   they had given him a key and a brochure. he'd discarded the brochure and kept the key, knowing its importance considering the wachowskis were heavily debating giving him one to their abode. (he remembers the hedgehog vehemently arguing that he never got one before knuckles, and that none of them had any pockets.)

   for now, he's stomping through the streets of the city, ignoring any strange gazes thrown his way. lest he destroy any more property.

#isola intro #& — ic . #sorry to the hologram man in the car #my lil angry man ... i missed him

[streunerhund]

there's simplicity in battle, in the journey to an inn, gathering in rena's room so she can do the best of her leftover healing after a long day of fighting. to clean and bandage where she lacks because of the exhaustion drawn onto her face. they'd gone through a lot, and yet dias found comfort in the routine of it.

   it had taken a while for him to get used to it. to bandage other people's wounds. he'd barely wanted to in the first place, only persuaded by the shoddy work some of their teammates did. you'll end up killing yourself like that, he'd grunted in precis' direction at one point, and ashton had scolded him for it until he'd glared at him.

   the night after arriving in expel, teleported to escape the destruction of nede, they navigated in silence. most of them had expected to die. dias, for his part ...

   well. everything counted on them to survive. to win. and he believed that rena and claude had the strength for it.

   so maybe, the loss of him isn't so bad.

   he blinks and wakes up at the edge of a crater.

   there's no panic, no scrambling to figure out what's going on. with his head raising from where he was laid down in the grass, dias is reminded of their teleport to nede in expel's last moments. scanning the surroundings, and the unfamiliar people surrounding him, he determines that this isn't expel. he'd spent years travelling it, knows its corners well. and nede doesn't exist anymore. this is ... somewhere else. another planet, perhaps?

   rena isn't here. not immediately, anyhow.

   he gets up slowly, grabbing the wooden sword that had replaced his swallowblade with a first twinge of annoyance. gets into the automobile that pulls up in front of him, a door swinging open.

   testing the grip of the toy in his hand as he takes a seat, dias eventually sets it to the side. folding his hands in his lap, he looks out the window as he waits to arrive wherever he's wanted.

#isola intro #& — ic . #i was rlly lacking an autistic muse tbh #here we go. i deserve it

[crowdplayer]

The seconds it took to transition from feeling a tug at his arms and the rush of air beneath his feet only to blink himself awake at the edge of a dark chasm was jarring, to say the least.

It seemed like the proceeding minutes were lived on autopilot, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of his friends and the danger they still faced.

What kind of game was the Collector playing now?

Gus absentmindedly grabbed the items left on the seat next to him, holding them in a tight fist as he exited the vehicle that transported him to... He looked down to the half-crumpled pamphlet in hand, opening it with only mildly shaky fingers. A chill ran down his spine as he read it, words like "assimilation" and "unpleasant side effects" standing out amongst the rest.

"Okay Gus, keep cool, they can't be too far..." he murmured, eyes owlishly wide as they searched for a familiar face. One deep breath in, then out. One in— "Willow?! Hunter! Luz!"

#isola open #isola intro #baby boy is standing in cotes yelling like he was left alone in walmart

[bigshot]

The initial shock of waking somewhere unfamiliar had quickly faded to allow for an overwhelming confusion which left Spamton desperate enough for answers that he’d been willing to accept the stranger’s ride, to pour over the offered pamphlet as though it were a holy text.

“... reality?”

His long nose bumped against the window as he struggled to make sense of the world whizzing past them, pressing close to the glass.

It didn’t look like what he’d expected the insides of a pocket to be like and while Spamton knew a metropolis when he saw one, he doubted Kris (let alone anyone) could carry such a thing so easily. 

... but what could that mean?  He’d have known if Kris hadn’t accepted his final offer. The gift of his strength, for what little it was worth. His memory seemed to fuzz at the moment he’d given up his form, when the teen had presumably pocketed him in item form, but he knew he hadn’t been left behind. 

Did this mean the Dealmaker had been dropped? Had it been lost? Stolen? Sold?

The sky was already far too bright by the time the car stopped, when its driver finally managed to draw Spamton back from whatever depths he’d been lost to whilst staring out that window and force him back into

reality.

Finding whatever living quarters he'd supposedly been "assigned" hardly felt important, though he hurriedly stumbled his way onto the sidewalk regardless. Thoughts raced with less and less coherence, bogged down and only able to stand idly by and watch the vehicle rush back the way it came. Little hands wrung uselessly with one another, pressing hard against knuckles as Spamton struggled to focus on anything else than what implications those thoughts demanded he face, anything at all that wasn’t the bitter taste of rejection -

The sky.

Where the car finally vanished into the distance, color bled into the world and began the process of banishing a night he’d taken for granted. Darkness gave way to warmer hues, hazy pinks and oranges heralding the sun’s slow rise, and the sky itself had hardly begun to take on shades of blue when emotion, understanding, finally overtook panic and wringing hands morphed into palms pressed in prayer as the puppet’s knees buckled beneath him -

Spamton knew where he was.

"[[Heaven]]...”

#Isola Open #Isola Intro #IT'S TIME FOR SPAMTON'S [Comeback Special]! #it took me way too long to actually write something for real here #even if its kind of a mess #Brad01

[galgenwerk]

there's no easy way to wake up when you were dying the last time you closed your eyes. it's not a startle right away. garry sinks into awareness, slowly and gently, until her eyes flutter open and she realizes she's still alive. and after that, everything else comes rapidly: with a sharp gasp for air, she scrambles around herself, looking for her rose, only to remember that no, mary took that, didn't she? and ib was going to go on ahead, without garry, and—

   she's not in the gallery anymore. she's outside, the stuffy hallways of the cursed exhibition no longer caging her in. instead, once she realizes this is a different place altogether, she also realizes that she's at the edge of a bottomless pit.

' h-hiiih? '

   ' what— where— ' still on the floor, now scrambling backwards, away from the hole, garry is whipping her head around to see if anybody else is with her. for an awful, long second, she thinks this might just be another one of guertena's tricks. maybe she's still dying, and she's having a delirious nightmare.

   but no, there are other people, looking as confused as she is. before she can even decide to stand up, to perhaps talk to somebody, figure out what's going on, a car pulls up next to her. with another high-pitched noise, she flinches away from it automatically, hands close to her chest, even as the door opens, revealing a smiling ... man?

the city of spirale.

   that ... that wasn't one of the pieces she saw at the gallery.

   climbing into the car, garry wipes her sweaty hands on the seats of it, and it's that motion that reminds her that she was hurt, terribly, when she was last conscious. her coat had hidden most of the injuries, thankfully so, but ... her arms move. her legs worked, as she got up to enter the vehicle. she's not in pain— only scared.

welcome to reality, the pamphlet says. regulating her breathing, one finger scratching at the paper in her hands, garry thinks, well. at least we're leaving that terrifying pit behind.

#isola intro #& — ic . #death mention cw #spoiler alert: she lives in fibonacci #girl is not having a good time

[lost13th]

The last thing she remembers is her own blood pooling beneath her onto the ones that had killed her with her own nail.

Certainly she had died. No regenerative abilities, nothing the Eye of Michael would have given out. Nothing more than her speed and her own strength. Her own. Nothing gifted or cursed. Simply hers.

And so why was she gifted with awakening?

And in a place unrecognizable to her. A sprawling cityscape, a platform surrounded by roadways. An eclipse high in the sky that clears within moments of her arrival. Others seemed confused in the same way she was (likely not the same, her own mind dragged out of her death was aching, confused, angry), some angry at their circumstances.

And there were onlookers as well.

All of this observed, in a way foreign to her. Taking in her surroundings required acknowledging how many of them there were - it was not simply a given but instead something to be noticed. Such things had fallen below her notice prior to this.

She stands, and as she does a car door opens in front of her. Nobody else approached, and she'd make them step aside if they did. This, surely, had been meant for her.

Sliding in, the driver flickers as it greets her, and she laughs. "Well now," a projection, preferable to interacting with someone right now, "At least the service is good."

#isola intro #death cw #blood cw #welcome to living queen -throws confetti-

[dj-iida]

Marina Ida / aka DJ-HYPERFRSH (splatoon)

"It’s (half of) Off The Hook, coming at you live from..??"

A real sweetheart, but not above giving a little bit of sass if you force her hand.

Super mega enthusiast who will talk your ear off about anything machine related. Or music related. Don't even get her started on any sort of media recommendations.

She’s a squid(octopus actually) that can turn into a kid(she is a grown woman) occasionally.

Sorry to any neighbors and/or roommates being kept awake by her music! 

So apparently humans are just?????? Here???? 

#isola intro #isola follow #// WE REALLY IN IT NOW BOYS

[pedaltothemegalodon]

SHIVER | Splatoon 3

One of three members of the Splatlands' premier idol group, Deep Cut! (You may have seen one of the other two around here before...)

Known for opening and closing out the band's Anarchy Splatcasts, as well as being the most money-oriented of the group

Can bloop into octo-time to scud on through a trail of blue (their words not mine)

The way she talks and presents herself...that fan she uses to mysteriously cover her face...what a cool and elegant person...!

No you didn't see them just stumble over the door frame of the store they were backing out of, and if you did they totally did it on purpose

Who gave this theater kid a giant shark and smoke bombs???

"yea... i'm a she/they..." *unshe/theys my bow and splats u with ink*

Nobody show her the results of the latest Splatfest

APP / STATS / ASK

#isola rp ad #isola intro

[thundereikon]

CIDOLFUS TELAMON -- final fantasy xvi

stupidly charming. i hate him. u probably won't

just wants people to be Free to live their lives as equals

can transform into lightning santa claus aka ramuh(not right now but...y'know...later

led the resistance effort in trying to make sure people who were enslaved could live out their lives as normal people.

abandoned the kingdom he was formerly a part of because he no longer agreed with their views. his not-girlfriend was pissed abt it and stayed behind.

on top of all this he's a top-class engineer and even designed a badass ship with his daughter

oh right. he's a dad. do with that what you will.

#isola intro

[etargus]

   they wake up, and for a second, it is horrifying.

   it's not the ceiling of the observatory that their eyes catch, nor is it the sight of astrophel leaning over them as he wakes them from their slumber. for that one second, they see the darkness of the pit ahead, and nothing else registers.

   are they still sleeping? or did they sleep for too long, and the comfort of home has been replaced by darkness?

   " archer, " comes from their left. suddenly, they realize they're being helped up, their back leaning against a shoulder that they know very well. they blink a few times. astrophel is here, a touch of concern touching his stoic expression as he looks them up and down, the both of them kneeling on the grassy ground.

   ' i'm— i'm okay, astrophel! do you know ... ' their gaze drifts a bit, from astrophel to the streets nearby, the hustle and bustle of a city alive. there's other people, too, looking confused and lost at what's surrounding all of them. the sun above (just one, they note) has hidden beneath another planet, or moon, or— ' ... where we are? '

   astrophel does not. something that only serves to keep him at their side as a car pulls up, asking them to enter. another pulls up to their side, probably for astrophel, but he doesn't depart from them, something that's of little surprise to archer. together, they enter the vehicle with the flickering driver, and archer immediately snatches the pamphlet from the seat, before astrophel can flatten it.

   ' look, stroph! we're on an ... island? it's a city! excuse me, sir, but how did we get here? ' they'd leaned forward, trying to talk to the driver. there's no reply, only another flicker of his form.

   sitting back in their seat, archer fiddles with the paper in their hands, smile on their lips somewhat stationary.

   there's a lot they need to figure out, isn't there?

#isola intro #& — drabble . #& — ic . #oooh this was so easy to write #they've been sitting in my head for so long lmao

[heartoftrust]

corazon ( donquixote rosinante ) || one piece

stupidly tall but not because he's a giant, just because he's a one piece character

how come one of the best characters in the series only appears for 7 chapters?

he's incredibly awkward in the way he interacts with others, but he always means well

"you're a d law"

smokes like a chimney

"corazon is on fire!" (literally)

his entire character he shows to his brother is an act. definitely. especially the clumsiness. after all who would be that clumsy? right? haha.

will never be able to forgive his brother, but at the same time will never be able to truly hate his brother

therapy? what's that? we don't need it in this household (even though we could definitely use it)

#isola intro

[starlitvisionary]

DOCTOR STARLINE from SONIC THE HEDGEHOG (IDW CONTINUITY)

A shadowy scientist with a flair for the dramatic.

Polite, proud, and well-spoken, but lacking in good intent.

A born genius who decided to squander his intellect by becoming an avid fanboy of his world's most infamous villain.

The perpetrator of a number of crimes, including but not limited to kidnapping, aiding and abetting, and unethical experimentation.

Dedicated himself fully to the Eggman Empire's ambitions... until he fell out of the Doctor's good graces, that is.

His relocation to a completely separate reality immediately followed his most substantial failure yet.

mobile: navigation here (includes app, stats, threads, and rules)

#isola follow #isola intro #OOC:// PROGRESS LOG UPDATE

[okeancsa]

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#♆ | 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 | ooc. #isola. #isola intro #isola follow

[idaego]

🦋 ES & ALTER EGO.

the librarian of a world that is, quite literally, just a library with no concept of time. (she has never been outside)

she has had only two people to talk to in her whole life. one of them hated her guts and disappeared while the other one was her only friend who came and went. her social skills can be a bit funny.

do you like books? here's someone who also does... except it's not a normal amount because she has done nothing but read her whole life. she's literally dreamt about going to high school. that's how bad it is for her in there.

women will see people and go "is anyone going to psychologically analyze their thoughts and actions?" and not wait for an answer

sometimes she'll randomly say how feels like she wants to hurt you. completely unprompted. don't worry about it. that's normal. she's fine, ok? she's having a #girl moment. she's so normal.

she loves cats. please show her cats.

RULES. & APP. & STATS.

#isola intro #isola follow