Tourn RP Archive

Agustin stood in one area with the compass. "I can make the portals out whenever you are ready! I should be able to tell if you will be returning to the same or different universes if that's a concern too." Agustin announced. (When you are going to write your characters leaving, please start a thread and continue your post-tourn posts in there unless it is just a single post! You can interact with Agustin or not, he'll be able to tell if characters are from the same universe or not [but that is kinda up to you guys to decide], I don't have an excuse for why your characters can dimension hop after this but you can come up with one) ... The portal Agustin created opened with a line of blue sparks, which formed a doorway that showed your target destination.. Seems you could choose your specific drop-off place as well. @everyone

Isabelle

they're here at the portals now Isabelle wasn't entirely sure what to say. They couldn't exactly unpack everything. Not here, definitely not now. "We're here. Before... we go back. If there's anything you need after getting back to the tower, you can let me know. I don't think I'll be leaving Ninjago City for a while after this. And I mean anything (within reason). You can even tell me to fuck off if that's what you truly desire. But I would rather not leave you in the dark again if I can help it." @Mads|Madison📱+Aldreda🔥+NPCS👽

Taylor

Taylor stood infront of the portal. His eyes almost looking more glazed than usual as he looked onto it to see his home. The toys lining the shelves. The dust that never seemed to leave no matter how often they cleaned. It was so close. So near. It took all of himself not to jjst leave right then. He waited till Poppy waved and hugged the legs of those that they had met. Picking her up and cradling her close to ensure they wouldn't be parted. He looks back, seeing everyone saying their goodbyes.... and he left though the portal without a word. He had his final moments here with people that he cared enough to have a nice last interaction. He didn't need to burden anyone else with another person to miss.

Mallon

Mallon is tired. They’ve spent the past who knows how long huddled against themself, holding their arms to their chest with their head hanging low as shouting and voices and noise echo painfully in their ears and rattle in their chest. It’s exhausting just trying to pick one sound to focus on when they can’t even tell where it’s really coming from. Eventually, they have to force themself to move—stumbling without any rhyme or reason in the direction that seems the quietest. And it does turn out to actually be the quietest, much to Mallon’s relief….for a few minutes, at least. There’s a loud shout from an unfortunately familiar voice, and they hiss quietly to themself with a wince. Would Agustin even be willing to let them go home? He’d tried to kill them, and at the very least, had left them with the remnants of a nasty concussion. Mallon lingers in the vicinity, but even with the intense ache in their chest at the thought of home, they’re hesitant to approach any closer than they already are. (Also, it’s not like they can see the portal anyways.) Agustin would be able to see both them and their intention clearly, though. @Mads|Madison📱+Aldreda🔥+NPCS👽

Thread: in our bedroom after the war

Kian

(just gonna post Kian's post tourn thing here bc i think it's finished enough to finally post

here's the beginning snippet. The rest will be linked. There is cool art at the end if you wanna see that :3)

Getting back home, Kian immediately took Cansu to go look for Asra. He carried the bird with love and care, keeping Cansu close to him at all times. It was comforting to have someone with him again, even if that someone was a God in a chicken body. The faces of everyone he met flashed through his head in waves as he walked through the hot savannah desert. Uncle Agustin, Miss Jymaiyri, Celena, Mr. Yeonaixho, Connie, Nora, little Minerva, Dante, Taylor, Mr. Sovran… All of them seemed so close, yet so far. Even if it was just for a short while, there was a place in his heart where they all took space, forever creviced. Kian knew he had a chance—A real chance to finally have a normal life again. It was all right there in front of him, but deep in Kian's chest, he knew that it wasn't right. No matter how much he craved, or yearned, or wanted... Kian's family was gone. To go onto a new one... it would be a betrayal to himself. He couldn't just ignore everything that was still left for him to do. Cansu had told him to at least take some time to himself, so Kian weighed that decision in his mind. He would take most of Cansu's advice to heart—Rest, and go see what the world has to offer. There's a lot, it turns out. A lot of the world Kian never even bothered to think about until he started traveling with his companions. Asra was more than happy to tag along. Why hadn't he done this from the start? If he hadn't left on his own all those years ago... asked for Cansu and Asra to come with him, would things be different now? Kian didn't know. They traveled, and traveled, traveled... moving from one brilliant destination to the next, so far that Kian had lost track of just how much they had moved. For a moment, it even seemed like Kian had forgotten all about his plans before the maze. 'December 31st, 20XX. Today, I saw the northern lights with Cansu and Asra. It was really cold outside. I had to wear a big coat and Asra turned into a large lion to keep me warm. It's still as nice as it was the first time I saw it. The last time I saw it was during my first year traveling with Asra and Cansu. It's been almost ten years since then... time really flies by. Asra and Cansu are still as lively as ever. They've been by my side every day. I know Cansu keeps telling me that there is still more for me to see... but I'm getting tired of simply traveling. I've seen everything. The mountains, the rivers, the seas, deserts, forests, tundras, swamps, even the sky... there's no more that they can justify to keep me distracted.' 'Despite enjoying my travels, I've been keeping an eye out for information. Bits and pieces Asra and Cansu wouldn't know to be looking for. I feel guilty I've been hiding this from them, but I knew they wouldn't support me if I told them outright. My mission never ended... it's just been on a slower burn. I've been taking in the sights and the beauty of what the world has to offer, but there's still the dirt and darkness that needs to be taken care of. After ten more years of searching, I'm certain I finally have the lead I've been looking for— Svarndivy, The City built on Heaven. I know it's there that I'll find out everything I've been looking for. All this time, I was looking for clues. Who knew the biggest hint would be back home in Laputa?' 'It won't be long until I tell Asra and Cansu about this city. I want to go as soon as I can. Not just anyone can get in... but if I tell them I am seeking closure, I know they'll feel sympathy for me. I know they'll agree to go with me. They would never let me go alone to a new and strange place. I hope whatever is in Svarndivy, it brings me closer to what I've been searching for. I've been wandering for so long... it's time I finally come to the end.' -

11:17 PM

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TRG0ofuW7uDVLZjA5kYuZJzFt77hwEdHm_z7LDUGAXA/edit?usp=sharing

"And what of their son?"

Kenji

Slowly, the tendrils unwrap from Kenji’s limbs and dump him to the ground. It takes him a second to process that he can think, move, breathe again, and then it hits him all at once with a heaving gasp as he grabs at his chest. His heart pulses violently, then slowly calms. He averts his gaze from the mangled corpse near him—just the scent of iron alone is enough to make his stomach churn at this point, and for once he’s…strangely grateful for the lack of memories when Amara feeds this way. There’s commotion everywhere around him, but he carefully staggers to his feet in the midst of it. It’s over. What now? Lykos is talking to someone, their front drenched in blood, and in his haze Kenji decides that maybe talking to them after trying to stop..whatever it was they and the fish had done isn’t in his best interests. (Speaking of the fish, his ribs are still aching from when it’d barreled straight through him. He gives it a wide berth when he leaves.) Agustin announces a way home, and it’s like a crushing weight lifted off his shoulders. Everyone seems to be in the same sort of relieved, exhausted state that he is, and he attempts a disjointed and numb goodbye here and there. He staggers his way over to Agustin, distantly wishing him home safe as well, and all but falls through the offered portal without a moment’s hesitation. And then he’s home. Home. The kitchen is dark, plates and bowls in the sink and empty takeout containers on the counters. There’s a dim light down the hall, and—voices. Kenji’s heart climbs into his throat, choking his voice and he’s running—sprinting—towards the living room. ——————————————— There are four heartbeats in the living room. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1SZNCdM_U0Ns2YxmgQ05pZsvIPRyewT4p-a2E34rLoFQ/edit

my heartbeat belongs to me (to you; to us)

Thread: a quiet epilogue