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Fantasy the Island of Thule [IC RP]

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In Character RP

A crash?

Yes. The plane you were on crashed. You're now on an island, on the beach, with bits of plane strewn all around. There are other survivors, and as you all wake up, you have to figure out how to survive and get home. Can you all work together?

The supernatural creatures of the island are automatically turned human, despite the ability to be able to change on their own. There was a disturbance in the field of magic surrounding the island that caused this. Will you go investigate?​



 
Alanna

There was a loud hum emanating from the engines of the plane and for most of the ride Alanna had a death grip on the armrest. It wasn't until the flight attendant came by and she ordered a cocktail that Alanna finally started relaxing. There was some small talk between the two sisters but nothing deep. To be honest Alanna wasn't looking forward to the deep, digging, probing conversation that would bring back painful memories.

Suddenly many things happened at once. Alanna taking a gulp of her third cocktail and nodding to something Camila had said and a loud popping noise sounded throughout the cabin. Her glass was halfway from her mouth when her eyes went wide and she looked around the cabin in search for an attendant. They always knew what was happening.

What was happening?

Next thing she knew, the the oxygen mask plopped in front of her face as the plane started to wobble erratically. The pilots voice filtered through the speaker but Alanna's ears had zoned out. Her hand automatically sought Camila's and held tight. The plan started a downward decent before all hell broke loose. Alanna grabbed the oxygen masked and put it over her face and put the belt on as she saw others around her do. It would fucking figure. Her first airplane and it she was going to die-

Her eyes opened but the light was painful so she closed them again. Her head hurt. How much did she drink last night? Opening her eyes again she found the reason for the headache. She was in a plane. All the memories flooded back; her panic, the oxygen mask that wasn't even on her face anymore, the plane going down.

Camila.

Alanna undid her belt and started looking for her sister because she wasn't in her seat. A lot of people weren't in their seats. As she tried to stand she found the plane was not horizontal. While holding onto her seat she screamed, "Camila!"

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Lizzie

Lizzie was seated in the back of the plane. Her knees were on the seat in front of her and she once received a glare from the posh lady sitting in it. A walkman was sitting in her lap and she listened to the soothing sounds of Stone Temple Pilots. As she pressed the button to fast forward a loud popping happened, followed by masks dropping, and the complete panic of some passengers.

The erratic movements caused her to be jostled in her seat. The walkman flew from her hand and knocked someone in the head a few seats over from her. She'd just gotten the belt buckled when the plane nose dived. Lizzie pulled the hat on her hoodie over her eyes not wanting to see the destruction going on. More jostling and ear popping, making her cringe.

And then it was dark. She woke, smelling smoke and blood. Fingers wiping her nose she discovered that was the bloody smell. The smoke concerned her and she continued to work and pry at the belt but it wouldn't give. It didn't help her side of the plane was in the air and her bodyweight was on the belt.
 



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    Camila glanced at her sister, annoyance flashing in her gaze. "Cálmate, por favor." She told her, not too kindly, taking a sip from her own drink. "You're giving me a headache." Her spanish accent came out thick when speaking spanish, thinning out slightly when she changed to english, but not by much.

    Though she knew Alanna was her sister, and all she had left, Camila couldn't bring herself to want to open up to the girl. They'd shared some small talk thus far, but nothing else, and Camila was already getting annoyed with her. Is this how the trip was going to go?

    She didn't have much more time to focus on her sister and her own annoyance before it happened. There was a loud pop, then the O2 masks appeared, and next thing she knew... Camila woke up tasting blood in her mouth, and hearing someone calling her name.

    "Lanna?" She thought she recognized the voice, but she wasn't sure. She was somewhere towards the front of the plane, and she lifted her head, trying to blink away the dark spots. "Alanna?" She called again, this time a little louder.

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Masami was content reading a fashion magazine during the long plane ride. She was always crossing the country for her next gig, so this was nothing new. As always, the stewardess offered her drinks and peanuts, but Masami denied each time. She slowly grew irritated, but the sudden jostling of the plane caused her anger to seep out. What's going on? she thought, trying not to panic as an oxygen mask dropped in front of her.

Everything started to blur from that point on. She could remember hearing screams from numerous passengers, along with feel the unpleasant drop of the plane through the atmosphere. Her stomach felt like it was tumbling head-over-heels inside her.

Then there was silence. Masami's thoughts were fuzzy, and she felt light-headed. Everything around her had a slight haze to it, as if her eyes just couldn't focus. She rubbed her face and took a few deep breaths, and then everything cleared.

Masami choked on a scream as she realized the woman beside her was dead, a strange angle to her neck. For the first time, Masami noticed the dull pain at her temple. It felt like she'd been punched really hard. Her eyes went wide and her stomach revolted when she thought over what must have happened: the woman beside her had caught a heavy luggage bag in the head, and with the plane already whipping around, it broke her neck. Then the lady's head hit Masami, which hurt, but the woman's body protected her from most of the flying debris.

Masami could feel dampness on her cheeks as she fumbled for her seat belt. It took a few seconds to get her clumsy fingers to undo it, and then she was climbing over the woman's body. Masami said a quick prayer for her soul and made the sign of the cross on the body's forehead. She'd grown up Catholic, so she felt that this was something kind she could do in return for the woman's unwilling sacrifice.

Then Masami slowly walked through the plane, stumbling when the angle of the aisle grew sharper or luggage blocked her path. She was still dizzy, but Masami refused to stay in here with what had to be a couple hundred corpses.
 
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Jay Damos
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Jay had been skulking the forests most of the night still looking for one in particular. But he hadn’t found them still. Yet the that wasn’t something that mattered. His shrieking soon field the trees as he was forced to his human form. His skull began to change shape and muscles wrapped round the hard bone. Collapsing to the floor her growled under his breath as he lost consciousness for a few minutes.

When he finally awoke he peered round hoping he hadn’t been seen. With antlers still crawling own from his head her stood himself feeling the disturbance. But it wasn’t like anything he had felt before, he had an advantage however. Due to his hatred of human kind he rarely ever changed to what he was now, only a few had seen him like this and now he had the perfect disguise.

Standing himself he took a long breath in before his body cracked from the twists side to side from his movements. Determined to find out what had disturbed his peaceful life he began to travel toward the mess that awaited.

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Masami barely made it out of the plane without losing consciousness. She made it into the clearing made when the plane's hard metal body practically blew ancient, hardy trees into splinters. Wood chunks and leaves crunched under her designer heels, almost making her twist her ankle.

"Oh, Jesus!" she exclaimed, bending over to take off the shoes. When blood rushed to her head, it disoriented her even more. That was the final push to her body, which was already struggling against the pain in her head and the immense shock of the crash. Masami sagged forward, and she finally passed out, her heels falling limply from her hands.

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Manuel was lazing about when the magic field was first disrupted. He was floating on his back, almost completely surfaced. His tail barely moved, propelling him slowly towards the island. Then he suddenly felt a lot less buoyant.

Manuel opened his eyes as water began to lap at his nose, disturbing his relaxation. His eyes went wide as he realized his tail had become legs, and he was essentially naked. But I'm still in the water! he thought, appalled.

Manuel swam sloppily to shore, unused to the lightness of his legs. They were supposed to be used for walking, not swimming, and his feet were hardly helpful as fins.

Manuel pulled himself onto the sand and looked inland, noticing that there was a thick plume of smoke rising up into the sky. That could be why... A disturbance? Perplexed and more than a little interested, Manuel rose to his feet. He headed into the nearest copse of trees, prepared to find out the truth.

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Charlie had been violently thrust from her seat as the plane broke into pieces in the ocean. Other than that, she had no clear memory of what had happened. Her tired legs pulled herself from the grasping waves onto the beach, and she subsequently collapsed. A jagged cut down her arm bled crimson onto the sand, but she didn’t notice. Shock left only one thought in her mind, sleep. As her eyes closed, she thought she saw some light floating within the tree line in front of her.

The dream was strange. A giant stallion galloping across waves to a beautiful island, blessed with all sorts of creatures. It’s mane moved like seafoam from retreating waves, with a handsome warrior astride it. And a woman with elven features pointed to their destination, but Charlie couldn’t understand what she had said. Her mind was fading back to darkness.

Her eyes opened again. It might have been hours, and she felt as though she was baking on the hot sand of the beach. She felt so lightheaded, and finally noticed the gash on her arm, and the immense sting from sand and sea water. But in her mind, she saw the words that the woman from her dream had spoken and all she could utter was…

“Tír na nÓg…” Charlie stood, immediately regretting it with every atom in her body, but was determined to get out of the sun. She finally found a shady patch of grass on the very cusp of the trees and sat down again. She was starving, and dehydrated, and probably still losing blood. At the moment, all she could manage was pressing her hand against it and tried to rest.
 
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It was dark, but not quiet. Antonio could hear waves, like the ocean. 'Where am I?' he thought to himself. Each sound of wave caused a brief change in the temperature he felt. 'Wasn't I going somewhere?' he thought again. At that moment, he felt a searing pain in his head and not enough oxygen.

Suddenly, Antonio woke up and began to cough uncontrollably. He lifted himself up on his hands and knees spitting out water with each cough and gasping for air. He began heaving, trying to control his breathing, trying to stay calm. 'Don't panic,' he thought to himself, 'don't panic!' With his breathing under control, he sat up and looked around. His body was sore, right arm hurting and his head was aching. There was no one around, his eyebrow and lip bleeding, clothes soaking wet, holding his arm and nervous. Bits of the plane were scattered all around him. The last thing he remembers was being on a plane; he asked the stewardess for a soda while he listened to music, then he felt some shaking and the face masks dropped. "Aww, shit," Antonio gasped. "I guess I'm not dreaming." The plane could be seen down the beach from his point of awakening. He looked around for any other survivors. "Hello!?" He called out.

The plane was too far him to reach as he was weak from the crash. He tried to get up slowly and carefully and stood slumped over. The muscles in his body were stiff and his bones were hurting that he felt the need to pop them. "Is anyone there?!" He called out one more time. The panting he emitted was a sign of exhaustion and he need to some water or food. 'It's just too far for me right now,' he thought. He looked around and slowly made his way under a tree. The walk to the tree felt like a marathon as he finally made his way under the tree and he dropped to his knees. Leaning himself against the tree, the shade from the sun felt nice as the breeze cooled him off with his wet clothes. Antonio decided to catch his breath for a moment and make his way to the plane right after. "What am going to do?" he muttered to himself.
 
tumblr_omxec8N65n1uyvvuio3_r1_400.gifIt was hard to walk. And breathe. It's just hurt to do pretty much everything. Her head was swimming, and every step she took was a chore. Using the trees as a way to keep herself standing as she slowly moved along from the patch of seats she had woken up in. Lyra's foot caught on an exposed root, causing her to fall. She yelped, pain shooting through her body, and straight to her throbbing head. "Ow..."

What even happened? Everything was a blurry mess, the last thing she remembered was...the last scene in Die Hard before she settled in to take a nap. Then...nothing until she woke up a few minutes ago. This was hell. Her thoughts however were soon lost as she once again collapsed to her knees. Leaning against a nearby tree, she coughed, groaning again as she gently leaned her head against she tree, unaware of the strange figure close by. Ridge Ridge
 
As Manuel weaved between clumps of vegetation, he mainly stayed at the edge of the treeline. He glanced around, looking for the source of the smoke but finding nothing.

As his gaze passed over the land he planned to cross, he noticed a figure sagging against a tree. His senses were sharper than a human's, but only slightly. Over this distance, he could smell the slightest hint of blood drifting with the tropical wind blowing his way.

Manuel slowly made his way to the figure, finding a human. He couldn't breathe for a moment, staring ahead at this creature who shouldn't be. Manuel couldn't recall ever seeing a human on the island before.

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After a short while, the stench of burning trees and brush combined with a well-placed ray of sunlight shining through the trees managed to wake Masami. She sat up abruptly, groaning when her head swam.

She shrieked when she saw someone standing only a few feet away against a tree. Masami shut her mouth quickly when she noticed he wasn't looking her way. Wow I'm being so overdramatic, she chastised herself.

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Jay Damos
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As he continued to walk, Jay kept an eye and an ear open for anything that could have been moving around the forest aera. He was cunning working out his plan to act as a kind wanderer for his ‘people’. Perhaps he would offer the new comers salvation but really be salivating the taste of their blood.

With a flick of his ear her gazed apon the woman leaning her weight against the tree beside him. He noticed her injuries and grinned to himself thinking of all the terrible possibilities her could come up with. But the grin soon faded as her cleared his throat offering opening arms to the female. “My my! What had happened to you?”

Her crouched slightly looking to her body as his mind is was cracking at the folk tale of his beginnings. Yet he controlled it, standing back straight her offered an arm. “My name is Damos. Do call me Jay however. Let us go somewhere a littl more safe so we can cure to your injuries. There are some dangerous creatures here.” His voice was deep and slightly rough but at least he had the chance to trick her with his other form still buried beneath.
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tumblr_omxec8N65n1uyvvuio3_r1_400.gif "I...what?" Her voice was weak, confused. She was still having trouble processing what was happening. Still, this man came out of nowhere, leaving her to believe that she got very lucky, and others from that plane had survived. And that Jay just so happened to stumble upon her. Or vise versa. About to reach out for his hand, a sudden wave of nausea washed over her. Color drained from her face as her hand shot over her mouth. However, that did little, and only seconds later she was kneeling off to the side loosing what was left of her last meal.

Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, then wiping her hand on her ripped jeans, she looked jack up at Jay. "Sorry..." She muttered, using his arm to steady herself once she was on her feet. Everything still hurt, that brief little resting period did little to help that. Lyra then remembered his first question. "I think....I think the plane crashed. I woke up back there," She explained, using her free hand to vaugley point in the direction she can from. "Did anyone else survive?" Dumb question, there was a survivor right here. But she didn't correct herself, talking to too much energy. "Thank you...for helping." Ridge Ridge
 
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Resting on a tropical island was an ideal vacation for Antonio. Too bad he was left stranded from a plane crash. Things were looking bad, but only because the situation just began. Feeling less tired from earlier, he sat up and crossed his legs. This was definitely going to be a challenging experience he’ll remember if he lives.

Suddenly, Antonio heard a quick shriek and jumped to his feet, still hurting. It was clos by and meant someone else was alive and he wanted to find out who. He looked around towards the beach, then to his right. Turning back to his left, he saw a woman sitting next to a pair of fashionable heels looking disoriented and uneasy. Antonio took a step back to not freak her out anymore than she looked. “Ar-are you okay, miss?” He managed to ask. ‘I hope my make up isn’t bad enough to scare her off,’ he thought to himself. Although not far from wrong, Antonio’s eyeliner and black lipstick were slightly smeared from the crash and being wet. “I’m Antonio,” he continued with his voice light and calm, “do you need any help?” Keeping his distance, he didn’t want to scare the woman or get too close if she was hostile.

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Masami lifted a hand and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Omigod, I'm so sorry! You scared me, but I didn't mean to return the favor." She winced slightly at the continuous pounding in her head, but she managed to give Antonios a half-hearted smile.

"Um... I'm pretty sure I'm okay." She paused as if thinking it over. She nodded once and then looked back at him. Due to the short distance between them, she could only somewhat see the smeared makeup he wore. The shadows cast by the trees helped to hide it. "I'm Masami. Despite the circumstance, nice to meet you."

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Spippey

The night was miserable. Just like every other night. Ever since he could remember, Spippey's human and goblin form had been completely split personalities. Unfortunately for the human form, the goblin was always the one in control. The human form was left to a cruel fate though. He could only watch as the goblin did stupid action after stupid action. It was like watching a terrible tv show but it was your body and you were powerless to stop it. The idiot goblin king had spent the last day partying, as usual. Whenever he found a stupid shiny object he would celebrate with the whole village. It was ridiculous. Drinking the juice from what very well could be poisonous plants but it mimicked the effects of alcohol. just what that idiot needed, even less of a brain. The human side was glad when Spippey finally passed out on his tiny bed. Most of the other goblins had their beds normal, human sizes. Because they didn't mind their human form. Not this goblin, of course. He never turned into a human so he didn't need the bigger bed.

Spippey awoke the next morning with a loud groan, reaching around to rub his sore back. The bed had collapsed and he was laying on the hard ground. He sat up to find himself surrounded by other women. Wait...Women? The man looked down at his hands and saw that for once the human form was in control. He jumped to his feet in shock, stealing some clothes from the floor that fit him. The goblin form was too stupid to ever throw them out. Spippey took off running wearing jeans and a plain black t shirt. He had to see this for himself. The goblins all lived on the cliffs on the far side of the island, away from every body else. To get to them you had to cross the bridges and if the goblins didn't want you there, chances are you weren't making it.

The man ran over to the well, bringing up some water and looking at his reflection. He nearly burst into tears of joy when he saw that he wasn't dreaming this. He really was in control. He didn't even know what he should do. This had never happened before. All he knew was he refused to let that idiot take control again. That left him with only one choice. There was only one goblin here that would be happy if the idiot king never came back. Spippey took off running in the direction of Tin's house. She would know what to do. Probably.

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Charlie’s eyes opened. She gasped at the sudden appearance of a person. She had totally forgotten about things like...people...and planes...and existence other than crawling since the crash.

“I-...” She burst into a fit of coughing from her arid throat. She could barely move her mouth she was so parched. “Wa...water…” It croaked out like an old car engine, sputtering and trying to connect to something. Her legs refused to work correctly and she had to push herself up against the tree in order to stand. She shook only once or twice, but managed to lock her legs and successfully stand in front of the stranger.

She looked around, still clutching her arm to try and stop the bleeding. She looked at the stranger and futilely tried to ask him...anything...He looked as confused as she was...no his expression was more of astonishment, curiosity if anything.

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"Um... Perhaps that wound should be tended to first?" Manuel suggested, still recovering from his shock. Something in the back of his head whispered that humans couldn't drink the salt water that the ocean offered - which seemed a bit rude to him, since the ocean was so giving yet her offering would not be taken.

"Do you think there is something to salvage from where you come?" Manuel's formal language hinted at not having been around others in quite awhile. This didn't stop him from asking questions, though.

He told her to hold her arm tight above the gash and wandered off, to which he found the plane. Suitcases and burnt foilage littered the ground, and he picked through it as quickly as he could. He found a floral patterned dress made of cotton and decided that would have to do.

When he returned to the girl, he tore a long strip from the dress and began to wrap it round her arm tightly, but not to where it would be too painful. It almost seemed like he knew what he was doing. His jaw was set, giving him a determined look. Maybe Manuel was a doctor in another life. Or perhaps just the one before he was trapped here.

"What happened?" Manuel asked, trying not to seem too clueless. He didn't now what the plane was, but he didn't want to admit it.

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"Likewise," Antonio greeted as he moved closer. He sat across from the woman, still not invading her space and sat down in the sandy grass. The pain in his arm was slowly subsiding, but he can still feel his head throbbing. He sighed softly and looked around. The smoke rising to the sky had to be a positive thing; someone has to know the plane went down. "This is a long shot," he continued facing Masami, "but, seeing the situation we're in, we may be on a deserted island." Antonio groaned slightly and placed his hand over his face. "I know, I know, it sounds like something out of a movie." He turned towards the plane bits behind Masami. Luggage, debris and bodies were scattered along the beach. What were they to do? Where were they to go? The sound of small waves and trees rustling in the wind were enough to break the silence. Antonio felt like it was time to move and figure out a plan before nightfall, but, with their injuries in mind, it was going to be a hard deal to pitch. "Um," Antonio spoke again, "do you have any experience in survival matters?" The only thing he knew how to do in the wild was start a fire and fish.

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    Jay Damos
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    Jays face cringed for a moment as he watched the vile substance eject from the woman’s mouth. But it also made him think, she was weak, perhaps an easy target. When she used his arm he crunched his brow down before she began to speak. He was confused for a moment at her tone, did she think he was a survivor? Did the antlers in his head no give away he wasn’t clearly from around here?

    He gazed at her for a moment before clearing his throat. “I think you are the only one.” There was no grief or sorrow in he voice he merely just let the words slip out. “Would you like to get cleaned up, perhaps some food?” He pauses for a moment hearing shouting from down the beach. He took a breath thinking of how many there could be. It would take long for the other creatures to begin their journey down.    ​
 
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Masami saw where his gaze lingered and she turned around briefly. She hurriedly righted herself after seeing the battered corpses of former passagers. "A little," she replied softly. She was struggling not to vomit. Who knew how long they would be here? She couldn't dehydrate herself first off.

"I go hiking every few weeks, and usually I gather edible plants... But that can only help for so long... Fire is a big necessity." Masami began to bite her bottom lip thoughtfully. She cast her eyes to the ground between her bare feet.

"Do you think there are other survivors?" This was not what she'd expected when she boarded that plane. Mom and Dad were going to be so worried... Masami was their youngest, and the only girl. Besides, she was the most spoiled. I wish we had cell service so I could at least call them...

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