forum Dicro Dawn Group RP (5/5)(Closed)

Started July 23, 2020 by @InstaOnly

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This is a group RP where you're welcome to use any type of character no matter the genre they fit in. It'll take place in a world that's stuck in a loop where a beast called the Dicro is awakened to destroy everything with the world recreating itself once it goes back to sleep to repeat the event. Your characters have somehow accidentally ended up in this world and must find a way back out before the Dicro wakes up again. There is no yellow brick road to be followed in this monochrome world of grays and blues and the group only has limited time to find a way out. The only advantage the group will have is a traveling merchant from the world that has a few leads on how they can leave.
I was thinking of their time limit being 2-3 weeks but that is negotiable to whatever the group thinks is a good amount of time. There will also be certain events that may lengthen or shorten the time limit.

RULES

-Be respectful. Characters can hate eachother, but otherwise keep any fights or hate out of this thread.
-LGBTQ+ is welcome
-If you use swearing don't swear like a sailor, it is your choice to censor the words or not.
-I generally allow a max of two characters, but that rule is bent for certain types of characters or if you really think you can manage more than that. Just ask if you're unsure!
-If I don't make an OOC Chat use parentheses to utilize the greyed out posts.
-This takes place in a fantasy world. If you prefer realistic settings you won't find that here.

TEMPLATE-

Name/Nicknames:
Age:
Species:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Appearance:
Personality:
Background(Optional):
Flaws:
Quirks(Habits, triggers, or odd facts)(Optional):
Any Weapons or Magic:
Open to shipping?:
Other(Optional) (Pets, titles, family, etc.):

Group(Will be updated as people join): Username-character(s)
Woodox(me)- Lior, Any secondary characters from the world
maddie-the-unknown- Isabelle Cream
Dragoncita- Ragnor Barron
Shadow_Knight- Vixen Raene
Not_So_Polite_Anarchist- Adie Bone

For everyone who wanted to be tagged: @Dragoncita @MosisIsBack @Not_So_Polite_Anarchist @Shadow_Knight

:0 may i?

My character is the traveling merchant that will be guiding the rest of the group. He and any other characters that are from the world will follow the monochrome color scheme the world has. Anyone that joins does not need their character to follow the color scheme. Anyways, here's my character. I know the Other section is pretty long so feel free to skip over it and the note if you want, it's just info for his species:

Name/Nicknames: Lior
Age: I don't actually have a set age for him, but he's a young adult
Species: StarGlass, check other for info
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Very aro/ace but he doesn't know those terms
Appearance: This is his ref. If you can't load the image his skin is a pale white and his hair is a gray-blue and pulled up. Eyes are pure white and he has slightly pointed ears with a chip in the left one. Nails are black and similar to claws. His outfit is a white tunic(think that's the right word?) with a black sash. He's wearing black leggings and metal greaves. He also has a gray backpack to carry all the items he sells. The outfit sounds stupid as a description but I promise it looks fine if you find a way to load the ref image.
Personality: Very friendly and optimistic even toward new people. He doesn't stress easily and tries to avoid confrontation if possible.
Background: Native to the world and works as a traveling merchant so he knows the areas like the back of his hand. He also is friends with many of the others that live in the world.
Flaws: Tends to assume others mean no harm unless he's had previous bad experiences with them, isn't very cautious with new things
Any Weapons or Magic: Yes. He has shadow-based magic like most StarGlass. Most often it's not used as a weapon and instead he just uses it to get things out of his bag without having to take it off.
Open to shipping?: No
Other: The StarGlass species is named for their pale white complexion and the fact their skin cracks like glass rather than get cuts or bruises. High stress situations causes their skin to become fragile and easily cracked. Any injuries are permanent since the glass quality of their skin prevents any type of healing. StarGlass blood is black due to the strong link with shadow magic. They are a heavily magic-based species and have a core rather than a heart made up of two parts. The outside of the core is called a vessel and is a protective orb-like structure that surrounds the inner part, a flame that is their soul and powers the rest of their body. Check note for specifics on injuries plus another thing.

_{Note: Their may be several creatures referred to as StarGlass because of shared characteristics of pale coloring and glass-like skin. This is a WIP world so sorry if that's going to be confusing. If you want to see how injuries look because of the no-healing aspect of any species referred to as StarGlass Hedia is a good example (Don't worry, nothing gore-y). Basically the skin cracks and can even have pieces completely shattered, exposing a thick layer of dark colored magic between their skin and the rest of their insides that acts as an extra (but weaker) protection for their core. Like their blood the magic layer is black because of the strong link StarGlass have with shadow-based magic.}

If anything is confusing or needs clarification feel free to ask me!

@maddie-the-unknown Sure! Just fill out a template whenever you can :)

I'm here!

I'm also here!
Was I the only one who, at first glance, thought it said disco instead of discro?

(( hOLY COW that is long sorry !! ))

Name: Isabelle Cream

Nickname(s): Izzy, Iz(z), Izy

Age: 16

Gender: female

Sexuality: aro ace

Species: Human

Appearance: Standing at a slightly below average height of 5'2" (162.56cm) and weighing 117.9 pounds (53.47854 kg), Isabelle has waist-length, ever so slightly wavy blonde hair, warm amber eyes, latte skin (ref image) and thin pale lips. She can often be found wearing ever so slightly oversized hoodies, especially plain flat-colors like black/grey, and even more so, ones that display cat(s) on them somewhere over t-shirts. As for bottoms, she avoids wearing socks unless she has to, and instead prefers loose leggings and flats over jeans and sneakers.

Reference Image: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/7b/97/a0/7b97a06f70e9890877db84b8eeedc1c4.jpg

Personality: Isabelle has a personality that one might consider 'too nice.' She puts others' health, safety, and well-being in front of her own, apologises often, agreeable and easy to get along with, thoughtful, caring and polite She does favors for their loved ones without ever asking for anything in return, and are happy to help everyone out with their dilemmas. She's not one to prioritize your own needs often, if at all, and puts others ahead of her, selflessly devoting most of her time, energy, and attention to them. She'll willingly go out of her way to make sure all of their wants and needs are taken care of but never once asked them to do the same for herself. And in the past, Isabelle's ended up being exploited and taken advantage of by a lot of so-called friends, and while she's lucky to have lost contact with most of them, though not all. She never tells people her wants or needs, and has a strong need to be liked, though this isn't what powers her 'overly nice' personality, rather it's powered by an even stronger need to make all her loved ones and friends happy in life.

Likes: cats, her friends, making people happy, art, music, tree-climbing, sad anime, food, and animals in general

Dislikes: spiders and insects, the horror genre in general, animal abuse, depression, when she finishes the lineart in an art piece she's working on but realises that she drew it on the same layer as the sketch, and violence/fights/fighting

Strengths: Isabelle isn’t exactly new to the art world, though she isn’t what she’d call familiar with the art world, either as she’s only been showing her art to others and proudly letting the world know that she’s an artist for about a year and a half, and hasn’t really had anything major happen to her, in terms of art, at least. But she likes to consider herself okay at art, even if half the time she dislikes her art pieces. Besides that, Isabelle has gotten stronger by her not-so-often tree-climbing, and loves to boost others up!

Weaknesses/Flaws: Isabelle’s quite easy to manipulate and/or threaten, and usually won’t initiate or take part in a fight, even though she always tells her friends that she’s willing to, and I quote, “fite whoever’s hurting/has hurt you.” In addition, because she’s always putting others ahead of herself, it’s not unusual for her to frequently get tired of life, as the one thing she aspires to do in life is to save everyone, even if that’s an impossible goal.

Fears/Phobias: spiders and large insects ("are they supposed to be that big???"), mosquitoes

Hobbies: art, both traditional and digital, though mostly digital, music (both violin and piano), and writing

Quirks: [i would say her quirks are already listed, just scattered round the template]

Weaponry and/or Magic: yes. see the quoted categories below for information about isabelle's familiar

Familiar Name: Ilma

Familiar’s Gender: female

Material Form: a pendant which can be hung on a necklace [looks like the one on the right: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/99/5a/bc/995abc678e41d1bfd06996dd37034e17.jpg]

Abilities:

• Flying: Ilma has wings, do I really need to mention this?
• Water Breathing: Like fire breathing, but water because Isabelle is a gentle soul and would hate it if she indirectly caused someone to get hurt by Ilma’s firebreathing, if she had that.

Picture: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f9/4e/7d/f94e7d837f067f36caa93aba31fdd505.jpg

Open to shipping?: yes

Background: Before setting off to attend Summoner’s Academy, a school existing to train the future generations in the art of summoning, across the world from where she resided, Isabelle lived with her family, which consists of her mother, father, and older brother. She’s not exactly on the best terms with her parents, who take every chance they get to make fun of her sexuality (she’s long been out to her family), though she tolerates it, and enjoys her brother’s company more, as they’ve always been closer (and more accepting of each other) than her parents.

Though it didn’t take too long before her parents got tired of mocking her (it only took three years) and they finally sent her off to Summoner’s Academy, much to Isabelle’s delight. However, somewhere along the way their plane got lost and crashed into a forest, instantly killing all the passengers on the plane, but somehow Isabelle was spared. [These passengers do not regenerate when the world loops.]

Original World: Different beings coexist under the guidance of the gods, and people slowly learned to tap into the powers of the Spectral Realm through summoning of what is called Familiars. These Familiars are spirits that can be negotiated with to use their powers, often taking form of a material object.

Other: owns a cat of an unknown breed named Curly. Isabelle obtained her cat of 16 years from her neighbor's sister, who lives out in the countryside with a barn. also a tastetester for the cream mafia family with @creamsherryart of IG as the leader. [the family consists of sherry, blobbers, Chuyenn, Piyu, Roseamanelle, Arashi, Usagi, Kat, and Kaga]

Name/Nicknames: Ragnor Barron
Been called 'Big Boss' back in his world

Age: Appears to be in his late 20's to early 30's
Actual Age - 149

Species: Warlock

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Appearance: His left arm appears to be covered in a heavy metal gauntlet. There's a story behind his metallic arm. What's underneath that armor, well, if Ragnor considers you a close friend, he may be willing to reveal what happened.
Ragnor - https://i.imgur.com/TY3GZrg.jpg
Eve (The Familiar) - https://i.imgur.com/HINvb0F.jpg

Personality: Generally Ragnor is pretty laid back. He usually tries to think things through before acting. Ragnor can get down right serious when times call for it

Background(Optional): Gradually be revealed as time goes

Flaws: Ragnor can be slightly forgetful at times, hence why he has Eve
Also can be a bit of a workaholic, staying up late into the night just to get things done
Certain abilities he uses take immense energy, use that ability too long or one after the other, he may just pass out on the spot

Quirks: Has a bad habit of smoking

Any Weapons or Magic: Focuses primarily as a hand-to-hand combatant
Focuses upon nature magic, mostly bending the earth to his will. This includes creating stone walls, summoning minor earth elementals, etc.
Can call forth the aid of an Earth dragon, whom he befriended back in his world (highly unlikely he will be able to call for the beast's aid in this world)

As for Eve, the small creature focuses on nature and light magic
She mostly works with plants, calling them to grow and entangle foes. Can heal minor wounds, cuts and scratches. Anything severe the most she can do is numb the pain till proper care is taken to the wounds

Open to shipping?: Can try

Other: Seen with his familiar; Eve
Eve is the same as her owner being a laid-back creature, however, she is more organized than Ragnor, often reminding him of important events and such

Always seen with a leather pouch attached to a belt as it contains a syringe filled with a tonic he must take every day. If he were to forget, let's just say it wouldn't be pretty.

When I filled out a page for the Dicro so I'd have a place to store art of it I almost saved it as disco, so I totally understand how you misread that. Anyways, the characters with a template up are great! I'll update the first post to list who has which characters, and update it again once the rest are up :)

Name/Nicknames: Vixen "Vix" Raene
Age: Her actual age is in the hundreds but she looks like she's in her twenties.
Species: Imp
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pan but prefers females
Appearance: Vix has short spiky auburn hair, emerald green cat like eyes, and stand at about 5'2. She has small antler like horns and a black lizard like tail. Her teeth are sharper than humans, so her smile can look a bit different.
Vix wears black ripped jeans, a light purple shirt with the words I will wear this shirt to your funeral, combat boots, and fingerless black gloves.
Personality:* Vix loves to tease and joke with people. She can bit of a brat and a pain in the ads but she does like people, she just has a different way of showing it.
**Background(Optional): (I feel like if I dI'd this I might go too deep into the mechanics of her world and I don't want to type that out at the moment.)
Flaws: She can be quite blunt and sarcastic. She is not a leader, but a follower, as Imp are servents where she is from.
Quirks(Habits, triggers, or odd facts)(Optional): She curses a lot.
Any Weapons or Magic: She posses a little bit of magic. She can use it for different thing's but nothing too powerful.
Open to shipping?: Sure!
Other(Optional) (Pets, titles, family, etc.): This is more of a fun fact, but in Vix's world Imp's take the last name of their employer, so Raene isn't her actual last name.

@Not_So_Polite_Anarchist will you be joining the RP? If so I think I'm going to mark this as closed while waiting for you to fill out a template. Unless Mosis responds to the tag wanting to join I think we'll have enough people.

May I? Or is this closed.

I'll be waiting at least until tomorrow for a reply from Reed first before deciding whether or not to close this. I'll make sure to tell you if a spot is open though!

Oh dear, yes, let me fill in a form. I've been a bit scatterbrained!

Name: Adie Bone
Nickname: Spooky Scary Skeletons, etc.
Age: 18
Personality: Adie is very mature, for him anyhow. His entire personality is based on the aesthetic of his last name. He is very blunt and sarcastic, smart, but misses the most basic things. He's very protective of his friends and little kids, but if an adult starts to be nice, it's time to go motherfuckers.
Sexuality: Hm, he gay.
Appearance: Adie has brown hair with the sides shaved and the front died purple, bangs almost completely covering his eyes. His eyes are a muddy grey, usually void of emotion, leaving the emotion to his eyebrows, which are almost constantly raised in an expression of This? This is bullshit. He has a mark right under his right eye and a small scar over his lips.
Background: That's for me to know and you to try and figure out through my vague messages.
Outfits: A black button-down with a dark, almost black, purple jacket tied around his waist.
Shipping: Why of course.
Character alignment: Somewhere between chaotic neutral and chaotic good.
Hobbies: He likes to write and debate.
Fav weapons: Information. Oh and a crossbow, that works too.
Magic: He can tear information out of anyone, think Jon from The Magnus Archives.
Most skilled at: Information brokering.
Pet: A large dark brown mastiff, he's near Adie at all times.
Other: He loves to be a vague little shit.

(It's a bit of a different format but it should have everything in your original form!)

Thanks for filling out the form! I'll close this and work on putting up a starter post either tonight or tomorrow.
@allthegoodusernamesweretaken Since Reed has put up a character I won't be letting any more people join, but if the beginning goes smoothly and it seems like the RP can be managed with more people I'll mark this as open again!

Tbh I've got too many rps already, I'll just stalk if that's okay.

(That's totally ok! For everyone in the RP here's the starter post!)
Lior was on the edge of town out in the fields, trying to find some plants he needed to take to Waterbridge. He was far enough out to be the only one around. Unless anyone backtracked to buy more stuff from him he would be unbothered for a bit, so he was grabbing more herbs while he could. At first glance everything in the area looked the same color with the only hues visible being light gray grasses and flowers. Though having grown up in the world there was no trouble in him seeing small differences and finding the right plants. He wasn't concerned about anything showing up while he was there. Aside from small variations nothing really changed when it came to the loops.

Vix had woken up in a lot of weird places before, but waking up in the middle of a field was a first. The state she woke up in was odd for her as well. Usually when she woke up somewhere she didn't recognize, it came with a hangover that was equivalent to being hit by a train. She felt oddly refreshed when she woke up this time.
Vix sat up and looked around. She sat their for a minute or two, observing her surroundings before letting out a sigh. "Nyx, I'm going to be late for work today." She muttered sarcastically as she stood up and brushed herself off.

It appeared that Kat had managed to wander away and get lost outside of the mafia grounds. Isabelle sighed as she wandered through a small patch of trees, calling Kat's name. Suddenly, the trees ended and she found herself in a seemingly empty field, save for two others. "…Kat? Are you here? Cmon, Sherry's waiting!"

—–The Night Before—–

The male sat behind the wooden desk, pen in hand. He appeared to be scribbling down notes upon several papers, another pile set to the side on the edge of the desk. The man's green eyes looked over parchment before him, suddenly lifting his other arm. The left arm covered in a metallic gauntlet, running down to cover the entirety of his arm and hand. A soft yawn escaped his maw, using the hand to cover his mouth.

He leaned back in the office chair, eyes moving to stare at the ceiling. Damn, just how long had he been here? Ugh, desk work sucked major…it just sucked. His gaze shifted for a moment, looking towards the windows, noting how dark it was outside now. Night had come, and yet here he still was, working grave shift.

The male much preferred it when he had calls, least gave him something to do, get out of here. Well, there was the sanctuary he took care of, but part of that job meant being here in this office space to keep things up to date. New creatures coming in, others that need to be relocated, new homes, others unable to leave, and so forth. One could say he ran a Wildlife refuge, but said 'wildlife', wasn't your every day kind.

No, the refuge was more for creatures of the mythical side of things. Yup, his side was filled with animals and beasts thought up only in fairytales. Dragons, griffins, you name it, he most likely had it at one point in time on his property.

His head turned, green eyes moving as he heard the soft sound of wings and a chirrup. Entering the room, was a small, fae-like creature. The little thing flitted over to the settled man, soon coming to rest upon his shoulder. Its long ears swayed a bit, tail coming to rest against its side.
As for the man, a tired smile crossed his features. His right hand moved, using a finger to lightly pet the top of the creature's small head, "Hey Eve, sorry if I woke ya."

The strange thing gave another chirrup, a soft, feminine voice suddenly speaking in his mind ~Not at all Ragnor. Just figured I better check on you~.

Eve tilted her head, ears twitching a bit. Her wings rustled behind, but remained folded neatly against her back. A look of concern seemingly crossed her features as she looked towards the man, her voice also confirming her concern ~Maybe YOU should be heading to bed Ragnor. You've spent nearly all day here. You haven't left this room once~.
"What do you mean? I got up to…"

~To use the bathroom, and get more coffee~ the creature huffed, finishing his sentence. Her bluish green eyes looked directly towards him, crossing her small arms in front of her chest.

The man gave a sheepish smile, moving his right hand to rub the back of his head, "A-alright…ya got me there. Just need to finish a few more things, then I'll go to bed, alright?"

Eve rolled her eyes, tail flicking. A low hum came from the creature, lifting upwards, letting her wings unfurl, gliding down to land on the desk. Her tail swept behind her as paw-like feet walked across the wooden surface. She suddenly stopped, looking up towards her owner, eyes narrowing.
~Ragnor…you remembered to take your tonic…didn't you? …RAGNOR~.

The sudden loud noise of his name in his mind jerked him back awake. He had actually started to slump downwards as Eve had moved. The man yawned again, rolling his shoulders back in a stretch. He looked towards his familiar, "Yea, first thing I did this morning."

~Ragnor…go.to.BED. If it'll put your mind at ease, I'll finish up here, alright~.

He looked down to the familiar. Ragnor started to open his mouth, getting ready to protest, but the look he received from the small creature made him shut it again. Instead, the man hung his head in defeat, a tired smile crossing his features. Yea, there was no point in arguing with her when she was this way.

So, he slowly stood up, walking over to the door that led to the halls. The man's hand took hold of the door handle, opening it with barely a sound. He paused, glancing back towards Eve.
"Hey, thanks Eve. I know you end up doing a lot of this…shit that I should really get done on my own…I need to make it up to you somehow."

The familiar gave a chirrup, waving a small paw ~YOU getting through the next few days will be more than enough for me, now go to sleep~.
Ragnor chuckled softly, giving a slight wave, then disappearing into the darkness of the building.

Oh no…ohnoohnoohno…

Eve was chirruping frantically. Oh dear, she made a wrong calculation, and that led to something that shouldn't have happened. Her chirps and cries had awoke Ragnor, the man stumbling to where the creature was in another room. Ugh, it had only been a few hours of sleep.
Appeared she was trying to keep things under control, but was failing miserably at it. He was still tired, trying his damnedest to fix the growing tear in the world before them. Drowsy and trying to focus, Ragnor never had time to react as a sudden chair came flying out of nowhere, the force of the sudden dimension tear causing the place to fall into disarray.

That heavy object collided instantly into his body, causing him to lose his stance, tumbling backwards into the darkness. Eve, in desperation, took off after her master.

—–That Could've Gone Better—–

Darkness, cold, and one hell of a headache. His eyelids fluttered opened, to only have white light shine down in a stunning brightness. Ragnor groaned, moving an arm to cover his eyes from the onslaught of light. He laid motionless for a few more moments, trying to remember what had exactly happened.
One moment he'd been laying in bed, then heard frantic chirps, Eve having trouble, and then just suddenly teleported to only the gods and goddesses knew where. Speaking of, where exactly was 'here'?

Slowly, he let his arm that had been covering his eyes slide off to the side. Ragnor found himself looking upwards towards a grayish sky. It was rather, hard to explain. It was as if there was no color at all…wait a minute, hell, the rest of this world seemed to be lacking colors. The plants around him, there was no greenery whatsoever. Just a drab grey, with some lighter hues of the color.
Ragnor proceeded to slowly sit up, but instead flopped back down again. Damn, that chair hit pretty damn hard. He felt lightheaded as soon as he tried to sit up, head screaming in pain, a wave of nausea rising in the pit of his stomach. Probably just a very mild concussion…or something like that. Hard remembering what had happened.

Chirping, frantic and worried. He felt something skittering close to his side, to only have the fae-like creature fluttering in his face. Her voice resonating in his skull, making it seem to rattle even more.
~Ragnor! Oh gods Ragnor, please tell me are alright, speak~.

The small familiar appeared on the verge of tears as she looked down at her partner. Jeez for being serious, the little thing could get so emotional at times. Eve continued to hover near his face, ears laid back as her chirps continued.
Ragnor lifted his arm, suddenly, very lightly, booping her gently on the nose, "Hey…chill…alright? Gonna take more than a chair to take me out."

Eve almost looked like she was getting ready to smack him, still on the verge of crying, but instead plopped down on his chest. Her wings were messily folded against her back, lifting one of her own arms to wipe away at her eyes. The creature's blue eyes looked towards Ragnor, hugging her knees closer to her chest.
~How am I suppose to 'chill' when you leave me in a nervous wreck all the time…~.

The male chuckled softly, moving his hand to lightly pet her head, "Hey, I don't try to, trust me. These things just seem to happen."
At his touch, a barely audible purr seemed to come from Eve. Her tail curled against her side, still hugging her body close in a curled up position. One of her ears twitched a bit, pausing now to look around at the monochrome world around them. The frown remained on her features, nothing familiar at all to her.

~I…I should be apologizing…I had no clue what happened…I'm sorry Ragnor…its my fault we ended up here…~.

Ragnor continued to lightly pet the small creature, not really feeling up to trying to getting up to his feet at the time. He instead let his green eyes remain staring at the blank sky above.
"Don't worry about it Eve. But, just give me a minute. That chair must've hit my head pretty hard, and any sudden movements of trying to get up leave me feeling ill."

Eve stood up on his chest, ears laid back ~Oh no…Ragnor…~
He waved his hand, "I'll be fine, really, don't worry Eve."

Despite his reassuring tone, the fae-like creature was clearly unconvinced. Her head looked left and right, scanning the area. So far, it seemed pretty quiet, no immediate dangers and so forth. They appeared to be in a field of some kind, just a guess, considering everything seemed to blend in, color wise anyways.

It was chasing him, so close behind. Getting faster, it's breath on his heels, teeth closing around his leg-
Adie shot up from the nightmare, gasping for air and feeling around for King, his service dog. The said dog was sitting patiently at Adie's feet, making a confused whining noise. Adie rested his head on King's back for a moment before looking around. It was a new place, no wonder King was confused. Adie stood on shaky legs and headed toward the nearest person, readying his compulsion. "Where am I?" He asked, voice echoing as the information was pulled out of the person unwillingly.

As he was finishing up in wrapping the last herbs he needed Lior felt a sudden rush of magic somewhere nearby. Something was off, but he couldn't quite place what. It didn't raise any alarms for him, but he still quickly packed away the supplies and stood up. Sure enough he heard a few voices as soon as he had. Spinning around to the source he was met with the sight of several people scattered across the field. He wanted to describe them but was failing to think of the right words. Colorful. That was the word that best fit. He couldn't think of a better way to explain their appearances at the moment. They looked so different from the blues and grays he was used to, standing out against their surroundings easily. Bouncing back from the sudden bewilderment the strangers had caused him the merchant walked up to the closest person.
"Hi, I'm Lior. What's your name?"

It took Isabelle awhile for her to process her surroundings. She'd never managed to get this far before, but she'd thought there were more forests after this part…? Maybe she'd just gone farther than usual, it didn't look too much more different than what she was used to. Although, it seemed so bland. She turned around to turn back, only to found more seemingly endless fields of monochromatic blues and grays. "…am I… trapped here? In this strange place? Fuck, I need to find Kat!" she muttered to herself, looking around at the others. "…has anyone seen a dark brown haired girl around 165 centimeters, wearing a hoodie and jeans?"