Sora Laughing Under The Storm - OTA

[sora_under_the_clouds]

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.

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[sora_under_the_clouds]

"Magic gone awry..." Was this his fault then? His hand closed around the hilt of one of the blades.

"Alright..." he said, taking a deep breath. "Okay. So... how do I fix this?" he asked, seriously.

[mist_the_point]

"At present, we cannot," he said. "It was no magic of either of our worlds that brought us here, but magic of this world. Someone made a foolish wish to a powerful being called a genie, which resulted in much of this world's population vanishing. Two mages attempted to undo the wish at the same time, and their spells clashed, intermingling with one another un an unexpected way. Rather than returning the people who are meant to be here, the magic instead began pulling people to this world from various other worlds and times. Thus, those of us who've been brought here in this way have become known as the 'Misrecalled'. Not especially flattering, but accurate nonetheless."

"Those who are brought here arrive in one of two places, the first being this one, known as the Isle of the Lost. It was meant as a prison, of a sort, and is surrounded by a barrier that prevents any use of magic while inside it. Inconvenient for us, but a prudent measure, given that some of those it was meant to confine were powerful mages. The other place one might appear is on the mainland, in the Kingdom of Auradon. It is ruled by the young King Ben and his fiancé, Queen Mal. Normally there is a bridge connecting the Isle and mainland, but access to it is currently blocked by these cursed thorns, so the only method of contact between the two places at the moment is by boat. They sometimes visit to share news and supplies, as resources on this Isle are rather scarce."

There was a bit more to explain, but he figured that was quite enough to absorb for the moment, so he paused, allowing Sora to ask any other questions he might have.

[sora_under_the_clouds]

"Island prison?" Sora asked, blinking a few times before dropping into a crouch. It was Gokumonjo all over again. Only this time no Shirasu to pull him out, no Nishiki looking for revenge... He started to laugh. It was all so ridiculous how could he not. Tenka was going to be so upset at him, but it wasn't his fault this time. He just kept laughing, shaking his head. He couldn't wait to see how Tenka was going to send someone after him this time...

[mist_the_point]

Foulques' eyebrow went up yet again, even further this time. Either the boy was out of his mind, or there was context he was missing that somehow made the situation funny. He was leaning toward the latter, given Sora's previous behavior. Part of him was tempted to just walk away and wait for him to stop cackling like a lunatic and follow, but who knew how long that would be?

Instead, he simply remarked dryly, "That isn't quite the response I expected to you being told that you've effectively been magically kidnapped."

[sora_under_the_clouds]

"Sorry," he said, wiping an eye as he stood again. "It's jut so ridiculous, me being in an Isle prison again, cut off from the mainland. My big brother is going to be hopping mad." And to see Tenka able to jump up and down again, it would be worth it.

"Can't wait to see what he'll try to get me out this time."

Of course this time... he actually deserved it. That thought dimmed his smile some and his laughter trailed off.

[mist_the_point]

"I'm afraid you're like to be disappointed," he said. "Not only is it highly doubtful that your bother would be able to make his way to this world- much less this Isle- of his own will, but while we are here time in our world is effectively halted. More likely, when and if we were to return, we would merely be put back at the same time and place from which we left, but the effect is the same; those in our own worlds would be effectively unaware that anything had happened to us, and thus there would be no reason for your brother to seek to mount a rescue."

[sora_under_the_clouds]

"So they're not even going to know I was gone?" he asked, rubbing the back of his head. He felt... very mixed about that. So chose to look on the brighter side of that. "Well, then I guess I'll have a great story to tell them when I get back without them worrying about me!"