❁ Characters have access to all of their canon powers, as well as all of their purchased imeeji powers. ❁ Phones work! You can't contact people outside of the ideal world, but you can access your phone camera, apps, the internet, etc etc.
Characters innately know two things: ❁ Their objective is to show Ao that it's better for her if she leaves, and help her return to Tokyo-F. ❁ Death in this world is permanent. If you die, you don’t get another chance. If Ao dies, her spirit stays in this realm.
It's green and vast and calming. There's a pleasant breeze passing by, carrying the smell of wildflowers and the voices of an adult and a child a short distance away, tossing a long bone back and forth as a sheepdog chases after it, to and fro between them.
Past them looms the skeletal remains of a ruined modern skyscraper, overgrown with vines.
Just a little ways behind you is a small, plain wooden house. The wood isn't treated, or even sanded down; it looks like it was made using little more than an axe and a knife. There's a hole carved out of the door for a handle. ]
[ It’s already pretty apparent even at a distance thanks to the tattoos, and it only becomes clearer up close that the child - teenager, really - is just a younger-looking, much smaller Challah. She can throw the bone a lot further than the man opposite her, who keeps coming up short and also isn’t very good at catching it in return even when she tosses it right to him. In spite of this, he’s laughing a lot, like he’s having a great time. Visually, they make an odd, mismatched pair; the man is in a bright purple quilted windbreaker over a graphic tee of some kind, sweatpants, and very comfortable-looking sneakers, while Challah Small is barefoot, in just a simple tunic.
The man looks to be somewhere in his twenties, maybe, but it's hard to place age with confidence because he also seems pretty sickly; his complexion isn't good, and he's way too skinny, next to no muscle definition as far as the eye can see. The distance he can manage to toss the bone gets progressively smaller, until he seems to have tired himself out so much that his laughing morphs into a wheeze and the bone drops from his fingers. Challah Small hurries over to take his arm and help him sit down in the grass. With the game of catch-slash-fetch coming to an end, the dog comes to their side, too. ]
Thank you, Abel.
[ Challah answers, ]
Whatever you may need, I give you my aid. I should not have pushed you so, as weak as you are.
[ the dog noses at his hand with a whine, and he pets both the dog's head and Challah's as he turns to call back to Shogun, wheezing a bit ]
There was a plaque by the door declaring the name of this building, but it's illegible now, half-ruined and half-veiled by greenery. Inside, you find what used to be a wide lobby with high ceilings. There are stands dotted across the floor, some of them still mostly intact; it looks like they might have once held artifacts on display, but every glass case atop of them has been shattered and whatever was inside taken. A visitor's desk is half crushed beneath rubble from the floor above. In some places, there are craters in the floors or gaping holes in the wall that looks like something smashed through with brute force; in other places, there are char marks and ash as if there were fires and explosions. All throughout, sprouting from cracks in the construction and holes from the destruction alike to overtake every available surface are vines, weeds, flowers, shrubbery, even a tree grown so tall it threatens to push through the ceiling to the floor above.
The door to the stairwell has been ripped off its hinges, but the stairs inside look usably intact. There are only stairs going up, even though the empty elevator shaft nearby clearly goes down. ]
[ inside, one of the walls of the shaft as well as the elevator carriage itself are all smashed up. it has incidentally left a pile of wreckage that eventually slopes down to a floor below. there are some jagged metal bits involved that you wouldn't want to fall on, but you could probably find decent enough footholds to climb down pretty safely if you wanted. ]
[ Coming out of the elevator shaft, the room you find yourself in...
... is utterly obliterated.
Compared to this, the destruction in the lobby was nothing. Everything here has been burned down to nothing. Any furniture that might have been in here has been reduced to meaningless scraps; anything that might have been metal has been melted down. All you can really make out about what kind of place this might have been at all is that there is a raised portion of the room, the walls of which have almost entirely collapsed, but which might have once been an observation deck overlooking the rest of the room.
In the center of the room lies a charred, unrecognizable husk of a human body. ]
[ the body probably belonged to an adult, or else a teenager around the same size. whoever it was would have been slightly short for a man, slightly tall for a woman. it’s Challah again, the same size and age as the one you’ve encountered here, only this is a boy with unmarked skin. blood continues to seep out from the gaping wound where his skull has been caved in, and his gray eyes stare off at nothing. there is no blood. you can’t make out any distinguishing features on the body; it’s too burnt up. ]
[ Coming out of the stairwell, you find yourself in a... hallway, probably?
The details of this place are pretty fuzzy. There’s probably a wall railing? Some bookshelves? At least it being this vague means the floor isn’t real enough to give way under you. Aside from the door to the stairwell, there is a door to a room, somewhere. ]
[ There's only one door so it is in fact, easy to find.
And there is indeed a walker in here! It's a pretty cool one, it's got a seat built in and everything.
Aside from that, like the "hallway," most of the details of this room aren't terribly clear. There's a bed, another bookshelf probably...
But most strikingly, a whole wall is a massive, floor-to-ceiling window, showing an incredible bird's eye view of a city where the field you started in should be. Unlike the room, you can see the layout of the city clearly; there's a clear web of streets and roads, specific billboards over the highways, visible changes in the buildings from one neighborhood of the city to the next...
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GUIDELINES
❁ Phones work! You can't contact people outside of the ideal world, but you can access your phone camera, apps, the internet, etc etc.
Characters innately know two things:
❁ Their objective is to show Ao that it's better for her if she leaves, and help her return to Tokyo-F.
❁ Death in this world is permanent. If you die, you don’t get another chance. If Ao dies, her spirit stays in this realm.
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It's green and vast and calming. There's a pleasant breeze passing by, carrying the smell of wildflowers and the voices of an adult and a child a short distance away, tossing a long bone back and forth as a sheepdog chases after it, to and fro between them.
Past them looms the skeletal remains of a ruined modern skyscraper, overgrown with vines.
Just a little ways behind you is a small, plain wooden house. The wood isn't treated, or even sanded down; it looks like it was made using little more than an axe and a knife. There's a hole carved out of the door for a handle. ]
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[ ... From a safe distance!! ]
Excuuuuse me~!
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The man looks to be somewhere in his twenties, maybe, but it's hard to place age with confidence because he also seems pretty sickly; his complexion isn't good, and he's way too skinny, next to no muscle definition as far as the eye can see. The distance he can manage to toss the bone gets progressively smaller, until he seems to have tired himself out so much that his laughing morphs into a wheeze and the bone drops from his fingers. Challah Small hurries over to take his arm and help him sit down in the grass. With the game of catch-slash-fetch coming to an end, the dog comes to their side, too. ]
Thank you, Abel.
[ Challah answers, ]
Whatever you may need, I give you my aid. I should not have pushed you so, as weak as you are.
[ the dog noses at his hand with a whine, and he pets both the dog's head and Challah's as he turns to call back to Shogun, wheezing a bit ]
Hello!
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Get a little too into the game?
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[ Challah/Abel looks a little skeptical about that. he either does not notice or ignores it, continuing on, ]
What’s your name?
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[ Present: Walker! ]
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[ Solomon applauds for him! until Abel offers out her hands to help him to his feet so he can grab onto it ]
Now, who is this 'Ao' of yours?
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Really? We look similar?
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There was a plaque by the door declaring the name of this building, but it's illegible now, half-ruined and half-veiled by greenery. Inside, you find what used to be a wide lobby with high ceilings. There are stands dotted across the floor, some of them still mostly intact; it looks like they might have once held artifacts on display, but every glass case atop of them has been shattered and whatever was inside taken. A visitor's desk is half crushed beneath rubble from the floor above. In some places, there are craters in the floors or gaping holes in the wall that looks like something smashed through with brute force; in other places, there are char marks and ash as if there were fires and explosions. All throughout, sprouting from cracks in the construction and holes from the destruction alike to overtake every available surface are vines, weeds, flowers, shrubbery, even a tree grown so tall it threatens to push through the ceiling to the floor above.
The door to the stairwell has been ripped off its hinges, but the stairs inside look usably intact. There are only stairs going up, even though the empty elevator shaft nearby clearly goes down. ]
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[ Gonna peer down that elevator shaft curiously. ]
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[ FAREWELL. ]
[ UP THE STAIRS WE GOOO. ]
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... is utterly obliterated.
Compared to this, the destruction in the lobby was nothing. Everything here has been burned down to nothing. Any furniture that might have been in here has been reduced to meaningless scraps; anything that might have been metal has been melted down. All you can really make out about what kind of place this might have been at all is that there is a raised portion of the room, the walls of which have almost entirely collapsed, but which might have once been an observation deck overlooking the rest of the room.
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[ W... wide circle around the body, seeing if there's anything it's on/on it. ]
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[ Peeking toward the observation deck from where he is. ]
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The details of this place are pretty fuzzy. There’s probably a wall railing? Some bookshelves? At least it being this vague means the floor isn’t real enough to give way under you. Aside from the door to the stairwell, there is a door to a room, somewhere. ]
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[ Going to follow those directions as best he can. ]
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And there is indeed a walker in here! It's a pretty cool one, it's got a seat built in and everything.
Aside from that, like the "hallway," most of the details of this room aren't terribly clear. There's a bed, another bookshelf probably...
But most strikingly, a whole wall is a massive, floor-to-ceiling window, showing an incredible bird's eye view of a city where the field you started in should be. Unlike the room, you can see the layout of the city clearly; there's a clear web of streets and roads, specific billboards over the highways, visible changes in the buildings from one neighborhood of the city to the next...
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[ Looking around for any obvious landmarks or. Signs of living people I guess?? ]
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