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Eric ([personal profile] overbringer) wrote in [community profile] overbox2018-03-04 04:05 pm

Spark in the Gloom

The Spark in the Gloom
A panfandom Smut Adventure RP Sandbox


Somewhere in the twisting paths between universes is The Archipelago. A world made of the flotsam and jetsam of a thousand different realities. An endless chain of islands, each one made from the seed of a different world. Local culture, weather, and even laws of physics can vary wildly from island to island. Without any kind of guiding will behind its creation, the Archipelago had always been a place of live and let live for the various people who found themselves there.

Until the Gloom arrived. This unnatural force of darkness coveted apathy and depression. Passion, pleasure, and happiness are its anathema. The islands over which it holds its grip aren't necessarily PHYSICALLY dark, but they always have a darkness of the spirit about them. The people it leaves behind are little more than mindless drones, performing the bare minimum to survive but lacking the energy to do anything else.

The Spark is an order of people from this world that have taken a stand, and they have chosen their primary weapon well. It is a weapon that most sentient beings know of. It is a force of passion, of creation, and pleasure.

The Order's weapon is sex. The very act of physical intimacy of any kind repels the Gloom and merely being NEAR anyone who is having sex or who has recently had sex causes the Gloom's agents physical discomfort. As some kinds of undead are to holy ground, the Gloom is to orgasms.

You poor lost souls were somehow lost between the cracks between realities. Maybe a sciece experiment or spell gone wrong. Maybe just a freak fracture in time and space. One minute you were home going about your life, the next you were in the Archipelago, and an agent of The Spark was pulling you out of the ocean. The Spark has the ability to send you home, but the Gloom is currently too strong and would surely block any such attempt. So if you want to get out of here, your best bet is to help The Spark in their fight.

Firebrand Island
The Spark's HQ is set up on a beautiful island deep in the nigh infinit expanse of the Archipelago. On the surface, it appears to be an enormous luxury resort surrounded by a thriving tourist town. A huge sprawling hotel/casino/shopping center forms the main body of resort, but with various smaller beach cabins villas, and other sattelite structures dotting the coast for miles in either direction. If you take the cable car tram going inland, you will find yourself going up the side of a mountain to a secondary resort, which instead of swimming pools and snorkeling tours, offers skiing and hotsprings.

Regardless of where you go on the island, you'll find the locals have very little in the way of a nudity taboo. Public bathing, sometimes of mixed gender, is the norm (In some neighborhoods, the houses don't even have their own showers, with everyone sharing one centrally located bathhouse.). You might get some weird looks if you started going at it in the middle of the street, but in general the people here aren't very judgey and will let you get away with whatever.

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The Order of the Spark
The Order is well known on Firebrand Island. It's something of an open secret that beneath their fabulous resorts are elaborate underground facilities devoted to tracking the spread of The Gloom, training their field agents, supplying them with state of the art equipment, housing planes and ships for traveling across the Archipelago, and other such things. The Order might use non standard weapons, but they are still fighting a war. They have to be READY.

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The Gloom

This supernatural force of darkness and depression has been slowly spreading across the Archipelago for decades. It isn't a physical THING you can fight with conventional weapons. It is, at the most basic level, an psychic aura of depression that drains the joie de vivre from wherever it spreads. Acts of supreme happiness, pleasure, and satisfaction will cause the Gloom to retreat.

The Gloom DOES have physical agents, though. People who live with The Gloom for too long will start to change. Most people end up as like blank faced shuffling zombies, but every once in a while, someone will become an Avatar of the Gloom. They mutate in monstrous ways and become devoted spreading the Gloom. It is unknown if the Gloom itself is sapient, or if it merely uses the sapience of its avatars. Either way, the MOST effective way to free and island of the Gloom is to find and either kill or chase off the avatar upon it.

The other thing the Gloom does is drain the power of others. While in Gloom enshrouded territory, you will rapidly grow weaker and lose and supernatural abilities you might have had. The only thing that can protect you from this effect is Mojo.

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Mojo

Mojo is the name for a kind of power that exists in this world that is the opposite of Gloom, though it is much rarer. You can generate small amounts of Mojo from masturbation, or from acts of creation (art of all kinds, hard but rewarding work, etc), but the best way to get Mojo is through sex with another person. Trying out new kinks has also been shown to produce some bonus Mojo, so it's always worthwhile to experiment with something new. Simply put, the more sex you have, the better protected you'll be from the effects of The Gloom. You can feel it as a sort of pleasant, metaphorical warmth in your stomach. It is the Order's greatest weapon in this war.

You don't HAVE to have sex, of course. The Order of the Spark idolizes freedom and personal expression. There are, as mentioned, other ways to build it up. They just are so much less effective, and sex can be so much fun. And let's be real, if you aren't interested in smut, why are you even looking at this post?

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SOME PROMPTS
1: Relaxation - It's a hard life, fighting a world devouring supernatural malaise. Fortunately, when you're not doing that, your accomodations are Top Notch. Go to a fancy restaurant. Hang out on the beach. Go skiing. Relax in the hot-springs. Get a job. Paint a picture. Go to the library. Watch a movie.
2: Mojo - To fight the Gloom you need Mojo, and to get Mojo you need SEX. Firebrand island has a million places to slip away for a steamy encounter, if you're away from the privacy of your room. And they say that if you try something you've never done before, you can generate even more.
3: Mission Prep - You've got some Mojo, you've got your mission. You're safe for the moment. As your speedboat/helicopter speeds you towards the next Island determined to house The Gloom, you've got some time to chat with your allies. Any last minute things you want to get off your chest? Want to strategize how you're going to take on the next Avatar? Just want to chat? Now's your chance.
4: Hunting - An island is a big place, and the Avatar isn't always somewhere obvious. The locals are usually too depressed to do much more than stare at you, so you have more or less free reign of the island, but good God is this place a dump. There's a dirtiness of the soul here, that your Mojo is holding at bay for the now, but is still omnipresent and overbearing.
5: Battle - Avatars are strange and terrifying creatures. They could have tentacle arms (not THAT kind of tentacle arms. The Gloom hates that stuff), ripping claws, jaws that can chew through steel, acid spitting glands, or worse. But you're a badass too. Protected from the Gloom by a shield of Mojo, with your friends and lovers at your sides, you are as ready as you're going to get. So go kick some ass!
6: Emergency Recharge - Something went wrong, and one of your friends has run out of Mojo. They're getting weaker by the minute, and it won't take long for them to be reduced to one of the shuffling mindless drones that the Gloom turns most people into. Fortunately, you found them, and there's one sure fire way to restore them to normal.
7: Victory - The Avatar has been defeated, and without it to anchor the Gloom here, the thrill of victory has started to erase the malaise covering the island. As people wake up from their long depression, they start to realize what happened, and BOY are they happy to do so. A grand party is held in your honor. The agents of the Order of the Spark are off on the side, making deals with the island's govnerment, but in the meantime, everyone is celebrating YOU. Enjoy your victory. Go dance. Sign autographs. Pose for selfies. Get drunk. Hook up with an attractive stranger. Tomorrow, it's back to HQ to get ready for the next fight. For now, you have NO responsibilities.
8: Training - Swing that sword, lift those weights, get in that sparring ring. You gotta be ready for the next island. And if your clothes starts to get pulled off or ripped during a sparring match, well, that would just be AWFUL, wouldn't it?
9: Recon report - Before all the cool sword havers can run in and fight the Avatar, you have to know what it looks like and what it can do. That means infiltration and recon, which is a risky business on it's own, but also uses up a lot of Mojo. By the time your extraction came, you were basically a drone. Upon getting home, you have two tasks. 1: Get Mojo'd back up and 2: Tell everyone what you learned about the new Island and its Avatar.
10: A Dirty Job - Fighting the Avatar is all very dramatic and important, but there's a lot else that needs to get done. There's a base camp on the engloomed Island's edge to maintain. There's maintenance to be done on the boat that carried you here. There's locals who can't really take care of themselves right now. Plus, if you end up with some spare time, slipping off somewhere quiet with a friend and generating some Mojo is always helpful to the mission.
11: Wildcard - Between the Slice of Life of living on Firebrand Island, the action/adventure of fighting the Gloom, and the Endless Smut of building up enough Mojo to SURVIVE fighting the Gloom, you have a lot of options. Make something up!

I'm testing the setting concept out. If people seem interested then who knows, maybe this will grow into something bigger!
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Lúcio Correia dos Santos | Overwatch | M/F

[personal profile] timetogetdown 2018-03-05 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
-4-

At first Lucio had tried to be sneaky. The aura of oppression and hoplessness had made it seem prudent, but after three of the people in this run down factory town had seen him and just....kind of walked around him without looking, he'd started to realize that it wasn't really necessary. He kind of rubbed the back of his head bemusedly as the last of the people wandered into the factory without speaking.

"You know, sometimes I wonder if the Gloom is trying to show up in my world. This looks like what Vishkar wanted my home to end up like."

-7-

The music wasn't really what Lucio normally listened to, some kind of brass band ensemble, but it was lively and the people around him were happy. He could dance to it. The local style was more of a ballroom dancing, so when he was like "Hey guys check this out" and started break dancing, he got a lot of confused looks. Lucio was good enough at it, though, and he had just enough personal charisma that eventually the onlookers started getting into it, and started cheering and clapping.

When he finally stopped, did you jump in for your turn, or did you just come over to ask what the hell that was?

-Or just make up your own thing!-
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Akane Kowata | Flying Witch | OTA

[personal profile] jetsetwitch 2018-03-05 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
-1-

A brilliantly sunny day on Firebrand Island, without a cloud in the sky. Akane was in one of the numerous swimming pools that dotted the resort, wearing a simple (if skimpy) two piece black bikini. She was lying on an inflatable pool chair, napping and drifting on the water in gentle circles. Despite sunglasses hiding her eyes, it was still PRETTY obvious she was fast asleep.

In short, she was in a PRIME position for someone to play a prank on her.

-3-

Maybe some people were bringing cool swords and big guns. Akane had a wide, shallow bowl in her lap that she was gripping tightly, along with a bottle of pure water. She wasn't getting anywhere NEAR the avatar, but she could still supply back up by staying back at base camp and scrying out the location of threats beforehand. She'd be in radio contact.

"I've...never done anything like this before! Does it show?"

It showed. She looked very nervous.

-8-

Akane was DEFINITELY not a violent person. She didn't have a violent bone in her body. But she was in a dangerous situation now, and that meant she probably should at least make an EFFORT to be able to take care of herself. In this case it meant working on her endurance. If she found herself in a situation she couldn't just magic herself out of, maybe she could just run away.

Which is why Akane was on the treadmill, looking very tired under the light sheen of sweat. "Man...why is it so much...work...to get in shape...?"
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[personal profile] skyknightone 2018-03-05 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Someone was on the treadmill next to her, running along in a much heavier sweat. Small bracers were around his wrists and ankles; weights, most likely, but they didn't look too heavy. The man already looked quite in shape as it was, but he was clearly taking the routine seriously.

"Because... you have to... always push your limits... to get stronger. If your limits are... low, it takes... a lot of time... to catch up."

He glanced over to her, giving her a friendly nod, despite his serious look.

"Keep at it. It's worth it. Just... don't push so far... that you hurt yourself."

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Samata Mahto | OC | OTA

[personal profile] tomatowizard 2018-03-05 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
-2-

Back home, public bathing had been a thing for the poor, and mixed gender public bathing hadn't been a thing at all. Samata hadn't been a noble, but she had definitely been rich, so she had avoided it out of habit for quite a while. The need for more Mojo had won out eventually, though. She wanted more, and that meant trying out new things.

So she walked in, totally naked and trying to look more proud about it than nervous (with mixed success), and hung her towel on the rack by the door. She turned on the shower nozzle by yours and adjusted the heat to her liking before turning to you. Now would be a good time to mention that her prosthetic arm was NOT present, and that her left arm ended in a metal plate just below her shoulder. She gestured to the stump.

"You know, this makes it tricky to wash myself everywhere. Maybe you could...give me a hand?"

That was a TERRIBLE pick up line, but Samata figured that having her boobs in your face might make you not notice. In her defense, they were very nice boobs. She was proud of them.

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The Avatar had once been a human. Now it looked more like the lovechild of a gorilla and an alligator. A huge brutish thing that had erupted from a pond as you had walked past and charged you all down.

At first, Samata had mainly just run and hid. But now that someone else had its attention and she had a moment to think, she was ready to take the fight back. "I'm gonna do something stupid! Everyone get ready!"

She shouted a spell incantation and then, when the avatar had stumbled back a bit to regain it's footing, she pointed at it dramatically. For just a split second, it looked like nothing had happened. Then a giant explosion of fire erupted right behind the beast, splashing puddles of flame all over everything in the area, one of which landed right next to Samata herself. She recoiled while beating the sparks of flame out of her breeches and shouted, "I KNEW THIS WAS A BAD IDEA!"

The avatar was actually on fire, for what it was worth. It was still running around and chasing people, but it was definitely displeased about being on fire.
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"Um..."

Meliora was talking directly to the boobs, her eyepatch off so that the rock where her left eye should be was on full display. She might have made an attempt at eye contact, but they were very nice boobs, so.

"I'm sorry. I must have misheard you. I heard 'please feel up my breasts as much as you can, Meliora.' Was that what you asked?"

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Irisviel von Einzbern | Fate/Zero | OTA

[personal profile] homomculous 2018-03-05 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
-1-

Everything else aside, the amenities on the island were nothing short of spectacular, especially for someone whose interaction with the outside had been... minimal, before her arrival. Irisiviel had no problem taking advantage of them.

Now, she wasn't actually able to swim (up in the mountains where it was almost perpetually winter, where would she have learned?) but thankfully the pools had plenty of space where that really wasn't a problem. So long as her feet could touch, she was fine. And she wasn't particularly bothered by all the skin that was showing, so she was perfectly able to jump in, splash around, and maybe meet someone new!

Of course, given her figure and the red bikini she was wearing, some might be more inspired to go talking to her when she was out of the pool and less obscured by the water. That was fine too. After all, she could probably use help making sure she was fully covered in sunscreen. Albinos didn't have the best luck with the sun.

-5-

Claws, tentacles, teeth or any other number of nasty things... an avatar has a lot of ways to hurt someone.

And it looked like someone had just gotten on the wrong side of one of them. That was an unfortunate looking injury. Point of fact, they very well might have been fearing for their lives right now...

But as the other members of the group fell upon the avatar with renewed ferocity for the hurt to their friend, Iri knelt down next to them and smiled encouragingly, her hands glowing with magical energy. "Don't worry. I've got you."

Before their eyes, her healing powers went to work, knitting bone, muscle, and skin back together. It was quite an impressive sight, really... if perhaps one that might make people a touch queasy.

-8-

She didn't seem properly dressed for training, in the fancy dress and tights that she usually wore around the island, but Irisviel stared calmly at the training dummies in front of her with no doubt in her eyes that this was where she wanted to be.

Of course, it didn't take that long for her to demonstrate why, for her, outfit wasn't much of an issue. Raising her hands up above her, she began to... the best word would probably be "weave" a strange shape into existence. After a few seconds, a great shining bird soared up over her head... and then proceeded to dive down straight at the nearest dummy. Its shining talons bit into the target, and suddenly the bird was transforming into a series of glowing ropes, latching onto the dummy and holding it tight, constricting it as Iri held it tight in her magical grip.

It lasted only a few moments before she let it go, but she was pretty pleased with the results. Her power was just where it should be. Though... she might need to see if she could get some volunteers to make sure it still worked properly on an opponent who would actually struggle. She hoped that wouldn't be too difficult. It couldn't be that hard to convince someone to let her tie them up magically, right?
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[personal profile] timetogetdown 2018-03-05 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
Lucio had been watching Iri out of the corner of his eye while working at the weights machine off to the side. It was true, she HADN'T looked like she was here to spar or to work out. He came to a stop when she tied the training dummies up in magical wires. How the fuck...

Lucio stood up and wandered over to the training ring she was using and kind of peered curiously at the wires. "That's...pretty damn cool."

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[personal profile] amorality 2018-03-05 08:04 am (UTC)(link)
Perhaps most people might be queasy, but Ryan is absolutely enthralled. Up until this moment, his experience here has been wretched. For someone as sexually repressed as Ryan, a place that practically requires sex is not at all suited to him. He's rendered almost entirely helpless against the Gloom as a result, which has lead to him taking a nasty slash across his abdomen while trying to get out of the way of the battle.

The battle he basically forgets about the second Irisviel starts to work her magic. He'd been almost certain he was done for as soon as he saw the injury went deep enough to expose his intestines, but they're moving back into place, the muscle that goes over them is knitting itself back together, the edges of his skin are pulling closed...

"Beautiful," he breathes, reaching out with one hand to feel the healing as it happens. The gore doesn't seem to bother him one bit.

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Patchouli Knowledge | Touhou Project | OTA

[personal profile] heptagram 2018-03-05 07:25 am (UTC)(link)
[1A - the "just arrived recently" version]

So, how about that culture shock thing? Patchouli is definitely suffering from that a little. After arriving through, um, a star fissure or something, Patchouli found herself in a strange city -- probably more advanced than anything she knew back when she was on Earth, even. It was interesting and all, but with no way home, and the prospect behind what she'd be doing during her stay... that didn't sit terribly well with her. She needed to acclimate to this a little, and yet this world was giving her no opportunity for such. She'd holed herself up in a library, but she seems to have at least taken to trying to create things to keep up her end of things. So, alongside all the books you might find a lot of drawings.

Well, she seems to be acquiring talent, anyway. Does assembling new spell cards count as an act of creation? Maybe she'd have to do some more of that. That also sounds like it might be useful, since actual fighting is involved.

Go complain at her for taking up so much space, I guess.

[1B - the "been here for months" version]

It took her a while to be interested in much else. She'd finally gotten a bit of help being steered in a more open-minded direction. She wasn't about to go walking around in public naked, but she'd definitely traded her figure-disguising pajamas away for something more revealing. Someone looking to see even more of her body could probably see her by the pool at one of the more impressive resorts, where she'd be demonstrating that her swimming skill was entirely simulated through, effectively, using her flight magic in water.

Even at this point, though, she's still not focusing a whole lot on other people unless they happen to look particularly interesting; you're better off talking to her. Maybe all the purple has attracted your attention or something.

[3]

It didn't take long for Patchouli to take up a strategist role. She could fight, but not so much physically; she was extremely fragile, but very magically-adept, especially when it came to blowing things up. So, not exactly suited to being on the front lines -- but also, she tended to be better with planning things out and analysis anyway. Right now, they were flying out to the next island in a helicopter.

Well, this was unusual for her. But that wasn't important right now.

"I wish we had more information on our target," Patchouli said with a shake of her head.

[8]

Physical training was not exactly going to be something that happened a lot for Patchouli. She lacked physical strength, to say the least. However, she was very magically-talented. Whoever set up the training facilities hopefully had something in mind so she could exercise that a little, or test out newly-assembled spells.

Alternately, if you need help with something, she'll try to do that for you. Or she can just explain her magic if you enjoy massive amounts of exposition. Or maybe even if you don't. Even with how long she's been here, sometimes her social skills are not the best the world has ever seen.

[wildcard]

[Or, come up with something on your own to do with the purple lady.]
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[personal profile] homomculous 2018-03-05 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's an attempt to undo, rewrite, or supercede the laws of reality, when it comes down to it." Iri leans forward earnestly, as eager to explain her own style of magic as she is to find out more about Patchouli's. "The methods vary so widely as to be almost completely unrecognizable from one another, but from alchemy to necromancy, essentially it always boils down to that. If it works against what most would consider the 'natural order', it can probably be considered magecraft. Actual magic is a different thing entirely, of course..."

Sitting at a table, babbling about breaking the laws of nature probably wouldn't ordinarily be considered "training" of any sort, but when two practitioners of magic come together, a discussion is pretty much inevitable.

Well, that or a fight. Already Iri's learned that Patchouli's world is apparently as prone to that as her own.

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With a sudden and satisfying 'thwip,' a handful of photos are tossed right onto a desk near Patchouli. They're shots of the setup of where the gloom seemed to be coming from, as well as a few shots of the Avatar, complete with notes in pen about the sorts of things she'd observed about its magical aura and any powers she'd seen--shadow tendrils, an energy blast when provoked... It was far from complete, but it was something.

"Granted. Fresh off the printers." Meliora asked, digital camera still hanging by a strap around her neck. She seemed a little tired, but hanging out in the gloom would do that to a person.

"I'd have gotten more, but my eye started shorting out and I figured that was a sign that I needed to get the hell out of dodge." Truth be told, it still hadn't come back on yet... but that was her problem.

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[personal profile] trustycrowbar 2018-03-07 11:01 am (UTC)(link)
So say you're a man who's spent more than ten years studying theoretical physics. You know the laws of the universe like the back of your crowbar. You go through some dimensional shenanigans but nothing you can't explain with enough reasoning and cold, hard conjecture. You go out to practice some sprints on the track one day, you look over in the sparring rings, and you see a woman in purple casting a magic spell against a target.

I think anyone in Gordon's situation would have tripped and faceplanted. Furthermore he kind of doesn't care, any athletics have been cast aside under the force of sheer fascination. The man gets up and dusts himself off, puts his glasses back on, and lopes over to watch her for a long moment...

"Hey, uh... excuse me." The bespectacled man in awkward orange shorts says, trying two colloquialisms at once to make sure he gets her attention. "What. What is that you're using on that target?" It can't be magic, right? It's some kind of hard light bullet, or hidden laser focus apparatus...

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Bai Lin | OC | OTA

[personal profile] fistsofchange 2018-03-05 09:04 am (UTC)(link)
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Bai Lin, a rather filthy looking girl in her early 20s wrapped in the robes you might imagine a martial artist practicing monk might wear, stood on the beach with her mouth hanging open as she tried and failed to take in the seemingly endless expanse of crystal blue waters, or the gentle waves washing over the white sand beneath her feet. She had never seen any kind of natural vista so clean.

"That's...that's it, isn't it? The ocean. I'd heard the stories but...I've never seen anything like it in my life! It's beautiful..."

She blushed, faintly. "I probably sound pretty like some kinda backwater bumpkin right now, don't I? I guess I still am, in some ways."

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The first encounter with the Avatar had gone poorly. There had been a land slide, a collapsing building, some explosions, and now everyone was separated. Lin hadn't seen anyone familiar in god knows how long, and she could feel her Mojo running out. It felt like a weird sort of coldness in her stomach. She'd started shouting out the names of the other hunters that had been with her with increasing panic while trying to find her way through the confusing city streets of this abandoned town, and then, when no one had responded, gotten really desperate.

Lin defined herself with willpower and optimism and curiosity, and the Gloom was taking all that away from her. She could FEEL it unmaking her, so she'd turned to a last ditch effort for generating just a tiny bit of Mojo.

And that is why you came across this rather awkward situation, having finally figured out where her shouts from earlier had been coming from. Bai Lin's face was vaguely puzzled, but mostly just blank. She was standing there, with her robes hanging open, her belt unbuckled, her fly unzipped, and her shorts partially pulled down. She had apparently been in the middle of getting undressed to start masturbating for the tiny trickle of Mojo that would have given her when the Gloom had gotten through her defenses and left her utterly unable to focus on anything beyond her own personal world of depression and misery.

She needed a jumpstart urgently. Now wasn't the time to be shy.

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The warm climate of Firebrand had eventually convinced Lin to abandon her robes, so she now stood in the middle of one of the Order's gyms in shorts and a tank top. She was slowly going through various martial arts forms, with skill and grace. The motions made her almost seem weightless, while the punches and kicks struck with lightning quickness. She gave the impression of being very good, but it still probably came as something of a surprise when she ended the form with a standing ten foot vertical jump, before slowly fluttering to the ground like a feather on the wind.

When she landed, she took a deep breath and opened her eyes again and let out a deep breath. "I can still do it." she said to herself, quietly. "No matter how strange the world gets, I can still count on myself, at least."

-Or just make something up!-

[Bai Lin is a former ascetic monk turned wandering martial artist, doer of good deeds, and professional ray of sunshine. She hails from the post apocalyptic atomic wasteland of 22nd century China.]
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[personal profile] lackinginfaith 2018-03-06 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Caren has always seemed a little annoyed about this place, talking about how she has a country to run and it's gone without her long enough. Still, she laughs a little as she rises up out of the ocean. It's been better once she realized that she wasn't going to dissolve into foam if any humans saw her as she was.]

Oh, I wouldn't be too surprised. Anyone would be happy in a place like this.

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[personal profile] windgod 2018-03-06 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
Well...that was new. Ippo had been in his own little section of the gym working with a speed bag when some new noise caught his attention. Normally he would have just taken a look to see who it was before going back to his business, but the sheer fluidity of this woman's motions made him stop and stare. Even more so when she did a literal standing teen foot jump up into the air and came back down to the ground like a snowflake on a gentle breeze. All he could do was...applaud, really.

"That was...amazing!"

He'd seen some amazing feats of athleticism in his life, but that just about took the cake!

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Konoka Konoe | Mahou Sensei Negima | OTA

[personal profile] im_gonna_heal_u 2018-03-05 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[1/2]

Night has fallen, and Konoka, separate from her friends, feels that gnawing feeling of loneliness. She hates that more than anything, and though she wished she were back home, felt the best thing to do was to dive deep into this new lifestyle. The less time spent dwelling on her negative feelings, the sooner she can push past them. The night was young and she didn't want to spend it alone in a hotel room.

It's weird, since everyone seems to show more skin than normal, and it's a preamble to use sex to store up something called 'Mojo', which must be this world's equivalent of magical energy. Konoka was never a super conservative kind of girl, but stuff like this was a bit closer to the doujins that her classmate Haruna often wrote. It was just a bit embarrassing, but if no one else was bothered about it? Then she would learn not to be bothered about it either. It was also kinda nice that she wouldn't be preyed upon for having a ton of innate mojo, so here she was just like everyone else.

She began looking for some way to dive into the mood and mindset. She picked out an off shoulder summer dress, heeled sandals, and began looking around, her eyes looking for something--or someone--to catch her eye. The nightscape of this island was extremely pretty though, enough that she might have been a little too distracted and almost bumped into someone! Despite not being a warrior, however, she caught herself at the last second and deftly twirled out of the way. An especially quick eye might have caught the last thing about her: that she had no panties.

"Oh, excuse me!" She said. "Sorry, nearly bumped into you!" She added a small, polite bow.

[5]

Now, a battle is more familiar territory, even if she's not a warrior.

The enemy seemed to look reminiscent of a big lizard growing out of the body of someone confined in a straitjacket. It wasn't just hideous, but its very presence seemed to be gloomy, heartless... It had nasty claws and teeth, and it was very quick at sending them over in Konoka and her partner's direction. She squealed and hopped out of the way, narrowly evading the piercing tendril that had nearly shredded her leg.

Her partner, however, was not so lucky.

The wounds, however, weren't close to lethal. "Step back, I can heal you!" The temporary retreat would be enough that she could then draw out her pactio card, the twin fans that helped her cast her more instant healing spells. "Adeat!"

Whatever wounds her partner accrued, just one wave of the fan managed to get rid of the piercings, and it was like the wounds were never there.

[Wildcard]
[[Feel free to come up with your own, or mildly alter something up there.]]
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heptagram: (025 |)

1, I mean maybe 2 who knows

[personal profile] heptagram 2018-03-06 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
Patchouli, meanwhile, has been here a little while. She's started opening up a little. So, she was not in her normal outfit, either.

Well, uh, more importantly was that she was not holed up in someone else's library, but that's pretty obvious, right?

Still, Patchouli was dressed in purple as usual, she just looked a little... different. Konoka wouldn't really have a reason to notice that, though, since they hadn't known each other, right?

"It's okay," she said with a shake of her head. "Too caught up in staring at what a beautiful place this island is at night? I'd guess you're a newcomer, too, then."

She assumed nobody who lived here would be so overly impressed unless they'd just regained their sight after several years. They knew what this place looked like already!

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[personal profile] femmefailtale 2018-03-06 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
Having also taken somewhat to the natural rules of the world, Meliora had taken to trying to wear a skirt alongside a tanktop. Given her contrarian attitude most of the time, she hadn't really had a chance to get down to whatever this world was supposed to be about either. Mojo? She wasn't sure she believed it, but... well, taking photos did feel refreshing in a way that it didn't back home, and they'd said making art helped too.

Her thoughts on the subject were sent scattering out of her head by a girl nearly running into her. She turned as her personal bubble was violated, saw the twirl, and then saw--

what.

what.

She didn't see that. There was no way that she saw that. That wasn't real.

"Pa..?" Meliora quickly smacked herself on the temples, shaking her head before breaking into a cocksure grin.

"Nothing to be excused for! I'm always happy to bump into a lady like yourself."

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Mai | ATLA | OTA

[personal profile] maipokerface 2018-03-06 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
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[Honestly, she dislikes the feelings the Gloom leaves behind about as much as she dislikes the Gloom itself. The sense of malaise may not be touching her or any of those with her just yet but it's very much palpable in the air and she can't help but have a bit of a sour expression thanks to that.

She cocks a brow up as questioning yet another local doesn't do much good.]


No luck, huh.

[No surprise there.]

[8]
[Mai's more of a long-distance fighter. Marksman skills aren't a bad thing but she doesn't exactly have the strength for a one on one close quarters fight even if she can throw a mean punch when she needs to.

So today she's practicing more with her sai and even trying to pick up a few swordplay skills. She notes at the beginning of the match with a slight, amused smirk:]


Try not to judge me today. I'm not at my best like this, trust me.

[9]
[Recon sounded just like something Mai could enjoy. Drop in, get a bead on the Avatar and the island as a whole and then hop back out. She didn't mind going up against Avatars either but recon was just as useful and important.

She's perched on the lower branch of a tree. The feeling of despair is heaviest here and it only stands to reason that the Avatar binding the Gloom here must be somewhere close by. She runs the back of her hand over her forehead, a sigh passing her lips.]


I somehow doubt it's great at hiding.

[11 - WILDCARD]
[Feel free to hit me with any new prompts or add on to any of these as well.]
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[personal profile] fistsofchange 2018-03-06 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Recon agents tended to work in pairs. It made it easier to maintain enough Mojo to last for a long time in the Gloom. For this mission, Lin was Mai's partner. Though they were both martial artists, Lin's naturally optimistic attitude had already started some friction with Mai's more goth aesthetic.

She was perched one branch above Mai, looking around curiously for the Avatar.]

That'd be nice. If we can find it quickly we don't have to stick around. This place is the pits.
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Ippo Makunouchi | Hajime no Ippo | OTA

[personal profile] windgod 2018-03-06 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
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Relaxation was an odd concept for Ippo, having been thrust into such an...interesting world. There always seemed to be so much that needed doing and the methods of getting things done was more than unconventional as far as he was concerned, but as with boxing, you needed some time to yourself in between big fights, so that was what he was attempting to do at the moment. It was such a nice day out that he'd managed to wrangle himself up a fishing pole and was currently sitting on a nice rocky outcropping...though it seemed that the fish thought the day was too nice to spend in one place as well.

"Jeez...not a single bite! Mom always makes it look so easy..."

In spite of his complaints however, he seemed to be in good enough spirits; he'd even packed himself a nice lunch he was looking forward to once he'd had his fill of waiting for a nibble.

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The fight hadn't been a particularly smooth one and considering Ippo's natural tendencies towards being as close to an opponent as possible, it was fair to say he'd pushed his Mojo reserves to their limit clashing with that weird...ram...bear beast. Thankfully though, he'd managed to smash it in the side of the head hard enough to allow someone to blast it into oblivion, saving the island. He was tired, drained, and bruised in places he didn't even know he had...but he felt good about what he'd helped to accomplish.

"Hmm...this looks new, smells kind of like strawberries."

He said as he made his way to the back of the party in typical fashion and finding a bowl of liquid he assumed was a punch of some kind. It definitely tasted like strawberries...if you also put several other berries inside of one.

"Hey, have you tried this? It's really good!"

-8-
Now this, this is something Ippo could get behind. Training was definitely a grounding factor for him, it was something he could fall back on when the going got rough and it also reminded him of home, giving him a solid anchor. Today, he was contenting himself working on a heavy bag, the heat of the island prompting him to dress lightly in only his boxing trunks and a white t-shirt, which put the whole of his athletic build on display. His focus was solely on his rhythm and each strike was rocking the bag harder and harder until it was swinging like it was caught in a violent storm until a final, hard uppercut that seemed to come out of nowhere bashed it into the wall behind it, leaving a thunderous echo throughout the gym in its wake as Ippo brought himself back to reality.

"I've got to get even stronger than this. Even stronger so I can help everyone...I have to break all my limits. But...can I?"

The heavy bag swung back into his open hand and came to a stop as he pondered the question. Could he really get stronger than he was? Could he keep fighting the gloom? Did he even really have a choice?

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[Hit him with your best shot!]
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[personal profile] tomatowizard 2018-03-06 02:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Samata had been the one to blast it, though she still felt bad about it. Fireball was such a dangerously uncontrolled spell, and Ippo probably had a few mild friendly fire burns. The Avatar was nice and cooked, though. She’d already apologized half a dozen times for catching him like that, and promised to herself to figure out a more accurate and precise attack spell.

She peered into the punch bowl suspiciously, and sniffed it. “No. Smells more like cherries to me...”

Well the heck with it. Samata poured herself a cup and held it out towards Ippo’s in a toast, “To victory!”

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Gordon Freeman | Half-Life series | M/F preferred

[personal profile] trustycrowbar 2018-03-07 09:45 am (UTC)(link)
[2 - Talk Nerdy to Me]

Gordon slowly twisted his fingers along the dial on the console, watching the readout and trying to ignore, at least for the moment, the moans and thumps coming from the very un-soundproofed bed-sized capsule nearby, that was serving as their Mojo source for the purpose of the experiment.

It hadn't taken him long to install himself into the order after he arrived at Firebrand Island, both as operative and as part-time R&D. (In fact the choice has kind of made for him, but more on that later.) His knowledge of entropy, heat death, entanglement and human interaction affecting the outcome of a system had so far given the scientists a new perspective from which to view the Gloom and their means to combat it.

...That wasn't what made hire him, however. One look at his picture and certain, err... physical statistics was enough to convince the administrator that he was ideal fresh meat for the team. It had been an interesting couple of weeks since then.

"So that's fifteen hundred joules per hundred quivers of Mojo, thereabouts. That's a helluvan in--" He comments, faltering slightly through a pleasures squeal from the tube. "...Increase in efficiency from last time." He continues. "But we're going to need another couple of trials to iron out any bias, and I get the feeling Dexter and Gertrude in there are done for the night." He jerks a thumb at the steamed-up tube.

The other scientists look at him.

He looks at them.

They look at him.

"...Oh I get it. I take it you guys got a hold of my file... Fine, I'll go." He mumbles, shouldering off his lab coat.

Maybe you're one of his lab mates. Should you volunteer? Or maybe you're just there for the tour, and the guide suddenly decides that you're the lucky member of the group that gets to be in on the experiment...

[5 - Psychological Warfare]

What do you get when you cross a human being and huge, gross, black squid?

...That's not a joke. That's exactly what's going through this man's mind, as he dodges another man-sized tendril as it erupts out of the watery jungle floor. He lays down a blast of shotgun fire at the appendage, and it splinters and quavers horribly. Around them, several other tendrils shudder and thrash, ready to grasp anyone nearby and smash them against an old-growth mangrove until they are effectively unidentifiable as their native species.

"WE NEED TO GET TO THE CORE! THE... GUY! THERE!" He shouts through the screeching birds and churning water, pointing. Far in the steaming distance, the tendrils form a four-way knot of sorts, strung out over the trees. The living, twisting coursing shapes look a little too much like a human being would... if they were drawn and quartered between the mangroves by their own skin.

"That's the target!" He presses. He pays for his lapse in attention, as a tendril twice his mass wraps around him and mashes him into one of the trees. It seems like that weird orange armor of his is doing its job, because he seems more angry than anything. "GODDAMMIT, LET ME GO! DO I LOOK LIKE A JAPANESE SCHOOLGIRL? NO! I DON'T LOOK LIKE A JAPANESE SCHOOLGIRL!" He yells, leveling the base with a spray of buckshot. It's probably a combination of that, and the mental image he just imparted, that causes it to recoil. Mostly the shotgun fire, of course, but we know how the Gloom hates that sort of thing...

So how are you faring against the Death Squid? Want to help him out? Do you need some help yourself? Do you deal the final blow, or hold the tendrils at bay while he stops his tirade and takes aim?
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[personal profile] tomatowizard 2018-03-07 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Samata and Gordon were both science nerds on some level, even if her definition of science involved fewer words like “subatomic” or “large particle collider” and more words like “odic force” or “magical current.” Their backgrounds were obviously VERY different, but their shared desire to pry the universe apart and pull out its inner workings had let them build up a friendship even so.

Or possibly more than just a friendship, at least if you asked her. So when it became clear that Gordon was going into the sex tube, Samata’s hand shot up like it was spring loaded. “I volunteer! I volunteer to help Dr. Freeman!”

The poorly disguised enthusiasm got a bit of laughter from the rest of the staff, but dammit, when you see your chance, you go for it.

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