(Maybe?)

Arcelo dragged himself over, wincing at his ankle, "Hey, are you okay? You're not the only one here."

Lysilla was wlaking around. That place was too crowded. She saw someone rocking on he beach. Another survivor of whatever theyd been theough? Yipes.

"Amazing." He says equally sarcastically.

((curse you crappy internet))



Anari couldn't feel anything except sand beneath him. Wait, sand?? That can't be right. He slowly and painfully got on his knees, taking in his surroundings. Sand, sand, water, other people that he can talk to, more sand- Wait. People? Thank the heavens, he thought he was alone. Like in those weird survival islands shows where the person has to go and survive on a deserted island for a set amount of time. He'd go insane. He tried to remember how he ended up here, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't.

He looked down at himself, dusting off his clothes and shaking the sand out of his damp hair. He started wandering around, looking for food but also looking for someone to talk to.

((Anari is open for conversation, pls be nice to him))

Lysolla was sitting nearby wathing the ocean.

Kidari jolted back in surprise. "Who are you." She said jumping up and backing up defensively. She noticed someone else nearby.

"I'm Arcelo. You can call me Arcelo. The question is, who are you and what are we all doing here?"

Astra grinned. *I know its so difficult to not break knifes, lose them, or damage it in any sort of way. I really should get a metal for that. I mean it was the hardest thing I had to do.*

"Uh huh." He working at something on the bulky brace.