"Aika Ichigawa. Pleasure." Introduced the girl before she made Drake shake a rather fluffy hand. "And this here is Dolly."
"I'm Drake," he said in a quiet tone.
"Drake, huh? Do you spell that with an i-k or an k-e?" She, Aika, inquired.
"Um... K-e," he said with a fairly baffled tone.
"K-e, huh? Alrighty, that takes care of our introductions," she said as she walked over and pulled a pair of kuragasima out of the obsidian-toned sands. She then returned her attentions to him and said, "By the way, Drake, what part of my psyche are you supposed to represent?"
"Anyway, so you represent my memory of Yu-Gi-something... then, this island could be... Yes, perhaps I should stop confusing myself. Ah, almost forgot Drake. My apologies." She held Dolly in front of her face and made the plushie bow once.
"Anyway, what do you suppose this is?" she trailed on as Dolly's paw pointed to the weird handle in the floor. "Perhaps there-" Her sentence was interrupted by a rather long, unyielding yawn. "You get the point." Rubbing her eye a bit, she attempted yanking her own weapon out of the sand.
Drake was baffled at all of this but regained his composure enough to say, "This is one of my dreams, I should be asking you the same thing."
Before Aika had time to respond, however, a chakram whizzed passed her and Drake. He wheeled around to see where it came from only to see an all-too-familiar face. "Li-lily? What are you doing here?"
"And here comes another loony... Aika Ichigawa!" she yelled as she waved her right hand. "Dolly!" this time, she held Dolly above her head and made the plushie waved one of its paws. "Drake Lune!" now she pointed Dolly's paw towards Drake "Full name, please!"
"If I'm not mistaken, then she should be Lillian Silverstone, a classmate of mine," he said as he walked towards Lillian.
"What are you doing here, Lilly" he asked.
Before Lillian could respond, however, things took a turn for worse. Several humanoid fish erupted from the water. They snarled at the group, revealing rows of sharp teeth like those of a shark and began to approach in a menacing manner. Drake backed up slowly as they stepped forward.
"Ladies, I don't think we're in Misty Springs anymore," said a terrified Drake as he fell over.
Drake reached behind him and felt a handle of some kind. Not caring what kind of weapon it was, he pulled it out of the sand and lashed out with... A whip? Indeed, the braided silk and linen swiftly wrapped around the arm of one of the creatures. Unfortunately the thing moved it's arm and threw him to the ground. As he sailed through the air his Amazoness Tiger plushie flew out of his bag and landed next to Aika. He cried out in pain as he met the sand with a sound that was a slightly muted, bus still very audible, whack. Landing next to him were his journal and his glasses. He struggled to get up but collapsed to his knees. These things couldn't be that powerful! They had to have some kind of weakness, but how could he find it?
"I am thou, and thou art I."
Drake looked around in confusion before doubling over, this time his hand landed on his journal
"From the sea of thy soul, I come."
"These things... They have to have some kind of weakness," said Drake, his voice heavy with pain.
"I am Anne Frank. The most published journalist in the world."
Drake watched as a card appeared in front of him. He didn't know exactly why but he reached out for it. With a flash of light she appeared. Anne knelt down and picked up his glasses before gently placing them on his face and helping him to his feet.
As Drake stood he took a brief moment to see who was before him. There she was. Clad in a blue jumper and white boots, with a bag across her body mirroring his own!
"Open your journal," said Anne as she turned to face the fish-men while digging her diary and a pen out of her own bag. She studied them and began scribbling furiously in her diary.
Drake knelt down to retrieve his journal and opened it up to see what he assumed to be her writings appear as she continued to write what he had figured were her observations.
"Guys listen up," yelled Drake, "Those things are strong and have a thick skin, also their tails can poison you if you get stung. Keep your distance and hit them as hard as you can!"
(OOC: Fun fact, Anne Frank actually was an aspiring journalist and her diary has been published in over 60 languages.)
If December 21 is the end of the world, it has been an honor RPing with y'all!