Who: Darkleer and Summoner
When: After this
Where: The island
Style: man idk
Status: Closed

If the lighthouse still existed, then Darkleer would know where to meet up with him. It was the spot of so many of their other meetings, after all. It only felt right. Still, now there's nothing much left but rubble. He understands the reason why, he really does, it's just... He wish it hadn't had to happen.

Ah well. Things do.

Still, he goes to sit at the remnants anyway, and stares up at the night sky. There's a lot to think about. The future is getting closer all the time, and this time it doesn't bring any kind of good news.

Who: Makoto & Nagisa & then later you!
When: August 16th
Where: Wiggling through the streets and then later at the island
Style: whatever you want
Status: first part is closed, second is open

---closed part---

Makoto was usually a morning person.  Back home he had to get up early not just for school, but to help his mom wrangle the twins and get them ready.  So it was still pretty early when he yawned and sat up, blinking blearily at the dim light filtering into his room.  His first step when getting up was usually to head to the bathroom and splash some water on his face to wake up.

He hit a roadblock the second he got up out of bed.  Or fell out of bed to be more accurate.  Because his legs were gone.  Or fused together or.. basically instead of the lower half of his body there was definitely a huge black and white tail thing... an orca tail? He'd figure it out later. After he was done freaking out a little.

"Uh Nagisa?!" he tried to to make his voice loud enough for his friend in the next room to hear... though that was at odds with his voice also being alarmingly high pitched and squeaky right now, "Are you missing some legs over there too right now?"


---open part---

Later on in the day, much later, you can probably find the boys up on the island, goofing off and getting used to swimming with tails and considerably less freaked out the earlier in the day.  Or earlier you might run into them attempting to wiggle their way to the elevator.  Don't laugh at them, they're trying their hardest!

Who: Isaac and Shiro
When: Waaaaay backdated to August 15th
Where: Library
Style: prose to start but I'll follow
Status: closed

Isaac was excited! Like ridiculously so.  All his life he'd been interested in the occult.  Demons, fairies, herboloy... you name it he LOEVED it.  However in his world the limit of what he could learn was mostly limited to what he could find in the odd book or two.  And the accuracy of said books were occasionally negotiable as sometimes they presented different information or even conflicted one another.

But here... here he met this awesome guy who seemed to be a fountain of knowledge in regards to absolutely everything he was interested in.   And Father Fujimoto had agreed to teach him a thing or two.  This was like the best thing that had happened to him since he came here! Which... wasn't THAT log, but still! It was so cool.

Now he was just waiting for him in the library, occupying his time by filling the margins of his notebook with little doodles and rough demon seals.  He'd been here a while now... he was afraid of being late so he might have arrived at their scheduled meeting spot like an hour early.