01 March 2020 @ 10:23 pm
[The sound of rushing waves is not something Guzma expected to hear as he slowly came into consciousness. For a moment, even through the haze of his still waking mind, he almost expects to have come home, back to Alola, but the blazing sun above, the hot sand at his back, and the cool lick of clear seawater at his feet tells him otherwise. It's too quiet to be anywhere in Alola... Tourist line the beaches even in the early hours - exercising, walking, enjoying the stunning views of the rising sun...

This is different.

Yet...familiar.

Rolling over to his side, Guzma picks himself up, and isn't at all surprised to find a backpack with his name etched into it. Haha...well now. Guess this place still had some need of him. He searches not the backpack, but first his pockets, and spits a curse all over again. Two...just two. Of course he wouldn't be lucky enough to keep the third, like in Havenwell. Not here. Nothing here ever comes easy. He'll see who was kept and who was left behind in due time, but he knows the weight of Golisopod's pokeball, it's always with him. His partner through thick and thin....inseparable through everything the multiverse throws at them. Hah.

He dusts the sand out of his hair and clothes, sighing as he shoulders the bag and picks out the familiar stone, giving it a tap with his finger before he clicks his tongue. What time is it? Who the hell knows? Guzma doesn't give a damn - he's been woken up by this thing time and time again, so it's high time he repaid the favor.]


Yo, yo, yo - it's ya boy. Guess me n' them islands not done our song and dance, yeah? Roll call, public of Enso - chime in what who's still living the ding dang dream.

[And as he walks, beelining for the mana pool to head to his old islet home (and evict anyone who may have taken up residence), he's keeping an eye out for...certain people.]
 
 
07 April 2019 @ 12:01 pm
[You know those pressing, intense questions that keep you up in the middle of the night? Well, this is one such moment and anyone unfortunate enough to be awake, or awakened, during these early morning hours will be hit with an extremely important q from a confused girl.]

What's a joke?

[And, a few seconds later-]

How do you 'prank' someone? Is that a treasure? 
 
 
02 January 2019 @ 09:26 pm
Hey there, islands. Happy new year and all that, if that even matters. I mean, the holidays don't seem to matter here but there's a calendar so...?

[There's a pause, and Lance clears his throat.]

Anyways, this isn't about that! Recently I put in a request with the good ol' Storyteller because I was reminded of something from back home and thought, with all the crazy things that happen here, something that's a little more chill and lowkey might be good?

It's this, uh, game? Called Monsters & Mana. It's a little hard to explain and it's super nerdy, but it's pretty fun! You roll dice and pretend to be a character and go on an adventure the Lore Master puts together for you.

I've got a lot of books for it and everything we'd need to play it, but I don't want to just keep it to myself? So if anyone wants to take a look at it or play it just hit me up!

See ya!

[If the emojis were Free, there would be a sparkle and a heart emoji. Unfortunately, they're not.]
 
 
[Someone's left a message in carefully inexact script; all-caps, as if that might better hide his identity. He's never claimed to be an artist, and maybe that's what he's banking on to keep the heat off him, so to speak. But anyone who thinks hard enough about it will probably figure out the guilty party here.]



[You can consider this your...call to action. If that's, you know, something you're interested in.]
 
 
23 February 2018 @ 12:00 pm

IM LOOKING FOR WOODWORKING TOOLS.

WANTED: ANY AND ALL WOODWORKING AND CARPENTRY TOOLS. HAMMERS. CHISELS. SAWS. ANYTHING YOU HAVE.

PENCILS. CHALK. PAPER. WHATEVER.

CAN TRADE. I CAN MAKE YOU SOMETHING. OR HUNT. OR LIFT SOMETHING REALLY HEAVY.

ASK FOR MAGNUS BURNSIDES.

- MAGNUS

PS:YOU GOT A MONSTER PROBLEM, YOU CAN COME TO ME.

PPS: WHAT THE FUCK WHERE THOSE ISLANDS THOUGH?