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Sora Laughing Under The Storm - OTA
Open/locked?: Open to all
Who: Sora and whomsoever finds him.
What: Sora's arrival on the Isle
Warnings: Mentions of violence, possible PTSD mentions, murder mentions.
Soramaru came to on the roof of the school, laying out on his back. He blinked and looked up at the sky, drizzling rain on his face. At first nothing seemed odd. Sora was used to waking up under a cloudy sky. Everything that had happened recently had been intense, but it was such a short time compared to the rest of his life, and for a peaceful moment it was though he was before everything again. Where the hardest part of his day would be training with Tenka to prove himself. He allowed himself a small smile, sure today would be the day.
But then he finished waking and sat up, recent events catching up again. "Tenka?" he called, crawling to the edge of the roof to look down. "Chutaro? Sh..." hi voice caught a moment, but he shook his head. Enough to realize that this wasn't the temple grounds. Any other names froze unspoken on his lips. "Where..." he shook his head. Where was he wasn't the right question, he could figure that out later. How did he get wherever he was, and why was he here? Those were the concerns to focus on.
He stood at the edge of the roof to get a look around. Thorns, a lot of them, in pretty much every direction. Though he spotted a path to a large body of water. It didn't look like lake Biwa, but it could be a clue as to how he got here.
He looked up at the cloudy sky then back towards the water. He tried to see if he could see if there was any sign of the tree that would tell him he was looking at Lake Biwa from another side. But there was some sort of... something weird in the air maybe? He couldn't tell.
He might have to see if anyone was around and ask for some help.
For those seeing him for the first time, he probably looked a bit odd with hi Reformation Era clothes; Hakama pants, multiple layers of sleeveless yukata with a happi coat tied around his waist like people in other countries might one day tie a hoodie. He was in his boots and at his waist was what looked like a pair of short katana in hard enamel sheaths wrapped in beads. His dark hair had red on the tips here and there, like on one side of where the hair crossed over his nose between his eyes.
Who: Sora and whomsoever finds him.
What: Sora's arrival on the Isle
Warnings: Mentions of violence, possible PTSD mentions, murder mentions.
Soramaru came to on the roof of the school, laying out on his back. He blinked and looked up at the sky, drizzling rain on his face. At first nothing seemed odd. Sora was used to waking up under a cloudy sky. Everything that had happened recently had been intense, but it was such a short time compared to the rest of his life, and for a peaceful moment it was though he was before everything again. Where the hardest part of his day would be training with Tenka to prove himself. He allowed himself a small smile, sure today would be the day.
But then he finished waking and sat up, recent events catching up again. "Tenka?" he called, crawling to the edge of the roof to look down. "Chutaro? Sh..." hi voice caught a moment, but he shook his head. Enough to realize that this wasn't the temple grounds. Any other names froze unspoken on his lips. "Where..." he shook his head. Where was he wasn't the right question, he could figure that out later. How did he get wherever he was, and why was he here? Those were the concerns to focus on.
He stood at the edge of the roof to get a look around. Thorns, a lot of them, in pretty much every direction. Though he spotted a path to a large body of water. It didn't look like lake Biwa, but it could be a clue as to how he got here.
He looked up at the cloudy sky then back towards the water. He tried to see if he could see if there was any sign of the tree that would tell him he was looking at Lake Biwa from another side. But there was some sort of... something weird in the air maybe? He couldn't tell.
He might have to see if anyone was around and ask for some help.
For those seeing him for the first time, he probably looked a bit odd with hi Reformation Era clothes; Hakama pants, multiple layers of sleeveless yukata with a happi coat tied around his waist like people in other countries might one day tie a hoodie. He was in his boots and at his waist was what looked like a pair of short katana in hard enamel sheaths wrapped in beads. His dark hair had red on the tips here and there, like on one side of where the hair crossed over his nose between his eyes.
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His gaze followed the boy's hand to his weapons, and he took a half step back, narrowed eyes resting back on the boy's face. He didn't look ready to attack, though the move made Zuko uneasy.
"No need to get testy. From what I understand it was some kind of a bungled wish or something. It sent everyone who was supposed to be here away, and it's been pulling people from other worlds back ever since. I don't know the specifics on why or how. Just that we're stuck here."
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"If you're looking for a clearer explanation I think Foulques would be the best bet. He's been here a while, and talked to the people outside this Agni forsaken barrier. Oh, another thing; there's something around this island. It blocks out all forms of magic and makes other abilities and technologies work weird." He was still annoyed he'd missed the last ship from Auradon. There was nothing to do about it now though.
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He ran a hand through his hair, still getting used to having that back. "I'm Zuko, by the way."
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He headed away from the beach first, around to the front of the school. "I'll show you the soup room first. Are you hungry?"
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He pushed open the doors to the school, and the faint smell of the ever bubbling pot of simple fish stew billowed to meet them. Hopefully Sora liked fish.
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He shook his head. "It's a little bland, but aside from the issue of eating the same thing every day, it's not as bad as it could be."
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He shook his head. "No markets here. Just the shore and whatever you can get out of the water or off the beach. Chell probably wouldn't mind a hand though if you offered to help cook."
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"If you don't want to fish, you can clean the school, or try to clear some of those vines." He gestured to the wall of thorns that surrounded them, before pushing a hand against the door to the school. "Food's this way."
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