(ooc: Slapdash info in journal. Let me know if you’re ok with endgame spoilers; I’ll default to a pre-end canonpoint otherwise.)
rare items, precious memories
[Basil’s hands wring as he stands behind you, and you are given a very precious book. He watches it intensely, and when the vendor reveals the stipulation, some tension cracks with a small, shaky sigh.]
Ah, that’s easy… I-if you look inside, you can pick a story for me to tell you!
[Within are polaroids upon polaroids, captions written in green ink alongside each. It might be good, happy fun—or, alternatively, an ominous black. If you open to the latter version, several pictures are missing.
[Either way, Basil appears none the wiser.]
fortunes, (un)fortunately
[This time, Basil’s in front of you. Whether the fortune he received was promising or ominous, tragic or hopeful, he turns back to you with a small, possibly-forced smile.]
Are… you ready to hear it…?
[He’s not much for bearing bad news.]
memories…
[Basil’s not standing in line for this one. Instead, when the merchant is occupied, the boy claws through what he assumes is the memory box, full of pictures from all sorts of places. He’s paying no attention to his surroundings whatsoever; the search is feverish. Is he looking for someone…?]
wildcard?
(Toss me anything without preamble! Pull Basil into your dream. Swap line placement wherever. Give him another memory; it’s okay, he can probably take another. Or maybe you just find him wandering about like a drowned stray.
(I also play a bunch of other disaster people, who I’m not topleveling for now; see members of this community for a full lineup. Feel free to request whoever may strike your interest. Happy to whip up custom starters, for Basil or anyone else~)
Basil | OMORI
(ooc: Slapdash info in journal. Let me know if you’re ok with endgame spoilers; I’ll default to a pre-end canonpoint otherwise.)
rare items, precious memories
[Basil’s hands wring as he stands behind you, and you are given a very precious book. He watches it intensely, and when the vendor reveals the stipulation, some tension cracks with a small, shaky sigh.]
Ah, that’s easy… I-if you look inside, you can pick a story for me to tell you!
[Within are polaroids upon polaroids, captions written in green ink alongside each. It might be good, happy fun—or, alternatively, an ominous black. If you open to the latter version, several pictures are missing.
[Either way, Basil appears none the wiser.]
fortunes, (un)fortunately
[This time, Basil’s in front of you. Whether the fortune he received was promising or ominous, tragic or hopeful, he turns back to you with a small, possibly-forced smile.]
Are… you ready to hear it…?
[He’s not much for bearing bad news.]
memories…
[Basil’s not standing in line for this one. Instead, when the merchant is occupied, the boy claws through what he assumes is the memory box, full of pictures from all sorts of places. He’s paying no attention to his surroundings whatsoever; the search is feverish. Is he looking for someone…?]
wildcard?
(Toss me anything without preamble! Pull Basil into your dream. Swap line placement wherever. Give him another memory; it’s okay, he can probably take another. Or maybe you just find him wandering about like a drowned stray.
(I also play a bunch of other disaster people, who I’m not topleveling for now; see members of this community for a full lineup. Feel free to request whoever may strike your interest. Happy to whip up custom starters, for Basil or anyone else~)