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ɴᴀᴛʜᴀ orbiters ❰ mod collective ❱ ([personal profile] natha) wrote in [community profile] elnyan2018-01-26 12:27 pm
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❪ test drive #4 ❫

YOUR STORY BEGINS    

The Storm came. You only remember darkness, but you don't remember much after that.

All you know, perhaps, is that it was cold. You don't know for how long you slept, but the dreams were short, at least. You remember the expanse of stars and the universe that came in view. Every world and solar system ever known was displayed in your dreams in careful, pristine detail. You have also witnessed The Storm, which has devoured a fair portion of these galaxies. It was a dark, thick smog — ominous in appearance and ever foreboding.

Your Earth and similar planets were immersed in The Storm. Somehow, you knew it would be the last you'd see of it. That was when she told you what happened, and how you could help. You knew that you'd be living somewhere new, even though you never asked for it. The details here weren't clear, but you knew you'd made a deal with Darma.

Not long after, you'll wake at Thesa Station — your body is still cold.

It all felt like a dream, but somehow, you knew it wasn't — now, will you keep that promise you made to Darma?
PROMPT: THE STORM    

CW: death
You were awake on Thesa Station. But at some point you, like many other new arrivals before you, wandered into the Observation Deck. Ordinarily, this is where images of The Storm are replayed to remind Refugees of the fate they have escaped.

The Natha Orbiters' technology has evolved. They are aware of your gaps in memory. You may have doubts of The Storm even existing, or of your world's destruction. Though they do not wish reliving those last moments on anyone, they have created an experience that will do just that. Before entering the Observation Deck, you are warned that what follows will not be for the weak of heart. As soon as you step in, you will find that the walls around you begin to transform and expand.

Welcome to the Planet Cespi, in the Circinus Galaxy. Unfortunately, we were not able to save this world from The Storm's Consumption. These are its last memories.

You are surrounded by blue, grassy hills as far as the eye can see and a pleasant breeze. The atmosphere is thick with a sickly sweet smell. Before you lays the scene of a quiet village, with its residents going about their everyday lives. You aren't alone, either, with an equally confused stranger (or perhaps you know each other?) surveying the scene.

Then the world grows completely silent for a full minute. You and your partner are unable to make a sound, verbal or otherwise. Without warning, a deafening roar fills your ears and forces you to double over in pain. The villagers run out of their homes in a panic, finding themselves in just as much pain and confusion as you do. Where there was no sound before, now there is too much for a normal human body to process.

Look up. An expanding mass of energy is swallowing everything you can see. It consumes the earth, the atmosphere, the depths of space — and it is getting closer.

Your only hope is to outrun it, if you can. The people in the village certainly try to, racing past you. Their fear is very real. Their bodies are very real. You may be able to run from it for a time, only able to catch glimpses of this dark and sinister force swallowing everything and everyone. The earth rumbles and separates beneath you. Electricity surges through the sky, and then through your very body.

You fought hard, but it is impossible to outrun the Storm forever. You too will be consumed. Your death is quick, but not painless. What were you thinking, before you took your last breath?

You awaken back in the Observation Deck, next to your new friend.
PROMPT: TRAINING MODULES    

While it’s all nice and well to familiarize oneself with Thesa Station, it is most advised that new arrivals venture out a bit. Not physically. No one is quite prepared for that yet. However, there will be several virtual reality training programs set for those who dare to be adventurous. For those who aren’t and don’t dare, well — good luck, all the same. Once seated and appropriately strapped in, the system will automatically whir to life.

1. When you enter the Natha's newest program, at first nothing loads. You might think this is an error as you look around in apparent total darkness, only able to see your own virtual body if you look down, but soon enough a voice comes to life as if speakers have turned on somewhere.

Long ago, the lands of El Nysa were dominated by the ancestors of the dragons who now live among the people, tamed. It was pretty dangerous! How about a little history lesson?
And then the simulation comes to life—

a. The lush lands that blossom to life around you all at once are real enough to make you forget you're in a simulation — at least for a moment. Those refugees who have been to the planet in reality before will find themselves in territory as unfamiliar as those who are brand new, as this simulation takes place far back in history. Instead of sprawling cities and civilizations, the most you'll find is scattered villages, many of them no more than nomadic campsites at best. You've been outfitted to blend in with the natives and these simulated people won't react to you as a newcomer, but as a member of their village. Are you a doctor, or perhaps a warrior? Maybe you're even in charge! But they want your help, and they want it quickly: a dragon is coming.

The dragon is larger than the mount-sized breeds that exist on El Nysa today — much larger. It's a good six stories in height, bestial, and angry. Maybe it's then that you notice the lands that surround you are littered with scars of scorched earth, some of them several yards across, and there's a reason these people don't live in one place for very long. But don't linger too long on the makeshift grave markers sticking out of the burnt countryside — the dragon is coming.



b. If you're looking for something a little less violent, perhaps another area of the historic simulation will be up your alley. This one finds you on a cliffside, waiting among other villagers for an event the people are talking about in hushed whispers, some of which you can identify as prayer. When the white dragon raises its head up from the depths of the ravine, towering impossibly high over you and the others on the cliffside, it's no wonder most of the natives fall to their knees in awe and wonder. This dragon doesn't attack, only looks at the people on land with an ancient and strange wisdom.

Then it speaks. Not in words, but the low rumbling sound that starts in its throat and becomes a full trumpeting bellow to the sky seems to have meaning, and somehow, you can understand its cry as it entreats the people to praise and worship. The natives around you are already starting to give offerings with their prayers, food and carvings and — blood? Is that someone's arm being offered up?

That's different.



2. Let us now travel forward in time, shall we?

a. The Olympian settlement around you is quiet — until the screaming starts.

Guerilla fighters from Wyver flood the streets, knocking civilians aside and breaking down doors and windows when they find their way barred. They move methodically, advancing toward the nicer parts of town where the politicians reside and leaving terror in their wake.

They're here for the politicians, people say. They're here to punish the people who made the decision to advance into Wyver in the first place. Blood for blood, as the saying goes. Where they'll be taking them once they have them is anyone's guess. A soldier emerges from a building, dragging someone in elegant clothing out by the hair. Looks like they've found one.

Will you rescue them? Make a run for it yourself, lest you be mistaken for one of their targets? Or maybe they've already caught you and some other unfortunate Refugee who's been dropped into this simulation, and the two of you need to figure out a way to escape.

b. CW: branding
You find yourself in the midst of a bustling crowd gathered at the Temple of Thesa. Robed acolytes stoke fires on either side of the altar at the front of the temple, where miserable-looking people who seem to be from a village in Wyver await, bound in ropes.

The priest, at the front of the crowd, picks up a metal brand from the altar and gestures for another acolyte to bring a prisoner forward. The crowd watches with interest as the prisoner is forced to kneel in front of the altar, their arm laid out flat on the marble surface.

Another cry — "For the glory of Olympia!" — and the crest of the city is burned into the prisoner's arm.

The crowd cheers, deafening the cries of pain. The priest ushers forward another prisoner, and then another. Is that a familiar face you see in the lineup, thrust into this bit of history by the simulation's whims? You have to do something. Or are you unlucky enough to find yourself bound? ...Well, hopefully someone else in the crowd has more scruples than this priest.
3. And now, the present.



After all those enlightening scenes, the simulation finally brings you to a more quiet area of Olympia. You are deposited out somewhere in The Outlook, a place the very first group of refugees had to trudge through before they found their homes. You've arrived in the early evening — but sunlight is waning, and soon you'll be under a sky full of stars. Luckily, their old campsites aren't too overgrown.

The intention here is to get you familiar with some of the local flora and fauna. What sorts of plants will you encounter? Do you find yourself under a Verillum Tree, suddenly compelled to be painfully honest and truthful in conversation with a complete stranger? Find yourself behaving erratically in the presence of Whistleweed? Or perhaps you'll have to break the spell of being trapped in a Vena Amoris' vines... with a kiss.

PROMPT: STASIS UNIT    

You have found the massive section of Thesa known as the Stasis Unit. There’s no special access required to enter this part of Thesa Station, but refugees are warned that it may not be for the faint of heart. Here, in large pods that nearly cover every square inch of the space, are all of the people the Orbiters have managed to rescue. Your loved ones, your greatest enemy, your next door neighbor — you might find them here. These people are in a state of deep cryosleep. Due to the damaging effects of The Storm, their bodies are not yet ready to be awoken.

PROMPT: OMAGE    
Upon receiving your mobile phone, you will be asked to set a username. Voila, you can now access the network! You can choose to send a message to the entire network, specific usernames, or you can try out the Orbiters’ service, Omage, which connects you to a random user. They thought this might be a good way for their new guests to make friends with each other...
Connecting to server...
Looking for someone you can chat with...
You’re now chatting with [username]... Say hi!


PROMPT: WILDCARD    
You are welcome to write any scenarios in Thesa Station! Characters have been granted temporary access to the Observation Room, and are encouraged to study it carefully.

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icingonthecake: (watching)

[personal profile] icingonthecake 2018-02-07 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
Well. This has never happened before. Oh well. It isn't like it's really a secret. Pretty much everyone who has any idea who the Organization is knows they're bad news, so he's not too worried about having said too much.

He gives Terra a nod.

"Yeah," he says. "Same coat. I would imagine he's in the same place with a girl with short, dark hair, also wearing the coat." He's not really expecting Terra to be able to give him directions, but it's worth a shot, right?
rosebyanyother: official art by mk buckley (I will remember the words that you said)

[personal profile] rosebyanyother 2018-02-07 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Well, that's not particularly good. Peter's eyes flit from face to face as he gauges the mood of the crowd.

Farah is, of course, a complete stranger. This is a simulation. He could just stay out of it. No matter what happens, it isn't as if she'll be hurt long-term.

...No. In this new situation, it isn't wise for him to burn any bridges right away. Fine, then, he's capable of playing nice.

He takes small step closer to her while making sure to focus his actual attention on the dragon. His voice is a little lower when he addresses her again.]


I don't think attracting attention is the best way to get your questions answered.

[Her questions, as if Peter isn't mildly interested.]
asmilebettersuits: (05)

[personal profile] asmilebettersuits 2018-02-07 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
[The cry from Alphinaud surprises him. Haurchefant turns his head -- and a moment's hesitation is written all across his face. But, he knows, a Carbuncle is little troubled by violence against it. The creature will be back.

Not that Haurchefant has the slightest clue how the Arcanist's art really works.

He nods, and then steps back -- and lets the Carbuncle step in. The dragon gnashes down while Haurchefant darts along the side.]
True enough, my friend! I shall do what I can. Remember, we needs only hold the beast at bay long enough for the villagers to flee!

[And then he comes at the dragon's flank. Sword wielded in two-hands, he makes a pair of hardy, rough slashes that cut into its scales. The dragon roars, and then slams its crested head down for the Carbuncle in a mighty headbutt!]
rosebyanyother: (I'm your number two man in a fight)

[personal profile] rosebyanyother 2018-02-07 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, as human as they come, I'm afraid.

Do you get many adverse reactions from humans, when you tell them what you are?


[Humans do generally tend to fear the unknown, especially when that unknown might be likely to kill them. Peter doesn't seem particularly scared, but then again his reaction to danger is sometimes a bit abnormal.]
icingonthecake: (not as keikaku)

[personal profile] icingonthecake 2018-02-07 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
Axel makes a bit of a face. Sheesh, he doesn't have to be so grouchy. Like okay, fine, so they both had to be a little harsher than they might have wanted to be in the past, but it was nothing personal. He guesses he can't really blame Riku, though; the Organization lost track of him for a while, but he knows the kid has probably been through hell.

He just shoves his hands into his pockets and holds his tongue, deciding it's better to just not make any further commentary if Riku's gonna be a grouch about it. He'll just take what he can get and keep track of where Roxas is sleeping so he can come check up on him again in the future.
moedred: (fuckin--)

[personal profile] moedred 2018-02-07 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
[no one. she'd marry no one. because no one is good enough!!!]

Tch, do you even hear yourself? What kind of stupid question is that?

[growing increasingly more exasperated with the topic at hand Mordred groans, rubbing her head in frustration.]

There's no point in discussing this at all. Just drop it already!
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[personal profile] dorzalta 2018-02-07 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
Dragon wings take flight in her chest. It doesn't matter how often he says it, but each time he swears himself to her, the effect is near overwhelming. None so much as in the Dragonpit, when he'd announced his loyalties to her before so many. It was so much like that eve where Drogo had sworn to the Great Stallion that he would take the Seven Kingdoms for her.

But with Jon, it's much more profound. He doesn't swear her a throne, nor does he assume himself to be more capable than she of obtaining it. And that was the difference: Drogo led, Daario followed, and Jon walks beside her. Being his queen brings something to mind-- "Do my advisors sleep?"

Her fingers trail down his cheek, the tips lightly dragging against his lips before her hand drops from his cheek to tangle in the furs of his cloak. This near to him is intoxicating, making her giddy. So very new this all is, she realizes. Drogo and Daario were men who forced her to be a woman far beyond her age; with Jon, she's simply Dany. And Dany feels girlishly silly--at a complete loss, really, with her stomach threatening to flip itself.

Yet despite how foreign and comfortable and terrifying it all is, she thrills in their nearness.

"I like it better, already," she murmurs. She's just about to say something else, to tease him for looking so adorably earnest, when voices break her reverie. The shift is near instant: open to something more guarded, as her gaze flicks to those who step into this space. She doesn't step away from him, in fact, her fingers tighten in his furs. But she also doesn't look as happy, now, with faces unrecognizable. "What else is there in this place? You said you were part of the royal guard, yet you're here."
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[personal profile] adelphoi 2018-02-07 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ the comment earns only a wry smile, the corner of her mouth twisting. fondness via complaint is, generally speaking, alisaie's primary method of portraying affection, most especially concerning her brother. she has never been particularly good at giving voice to the softer, more tender parts of her heart.

but enough about alphinaud!! ]


Have you only just awakened?
beatupgrass: (✘ i see...... a room.)

[personal profile] beatupgrass 2018-02-07 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
Actually

Yeah, that's about all it takes.
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[personal profile] eaudevamp 2018-02-07 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
the humans from my world fear our kind, but most of the human refugees here are more curious than afraid.

[ Which had been unnerving at first, but Reign got used to it quite quickly. It was rather refreshing to come across humans who didn't tremble at the sight of him or whenever he was in their presence. ]

you don't seem fearful to know what i am.
adelphoi: (🍰 ʙɪsᴄᴏᴛᴛɪ)

[personal profile] adelphoi 2018-02-07 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ she's ready for it, and the moment the men come into view, and alphinaud barks his order, alisaie is charging up her spell and shooting it quickly down the corridor. aether gathers in a tight ring around the ankles of the approaching men, holding them fast, and the surprise that darts across their features is visible even at this distance.

but she doesn't take the time to look for too long. ]


It won't hold long.

[ time to bail, baby brother!! ]
frombetrayal: (021)

2.5

[personal profile] frombetrayal 2018-02-07 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Originally, Haru intended to use the VR unit - but all previously made plans fly right out the window (right out into space, perhaps) when she sees Lancelot sitting there. ...he doesn't look well at all.

He speaks before she can, though, and her expression only becomes more concerned.]


No, please take your time.

[A beat, and then she speaks up again.]

...um, do you need help walking to the infirmary? I could take you...
moedred: (I DIDN'T EVEN WANT IT THAT MUCH)

[personal profile] moedred 2018-02-07 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
FACK-- [the only exclamation she can manage to choke out before her face makes hard impact with his. THAT SMARTS!!! though it's not so much painful for her either as much as it is embarrassing and irritating. she doesn't particularly favor being this close to a complete stranger, for one.

luckily(?) her arms are bound tight against her sides wrapped up in the vines so she can't inflict any further damage with them once he reaches out to grab hold of her.]


It wasn't me, dammit!

[she huffs, cheeks growing a touch red on reflex as she squirms within her confines.]
icingonthecake: (who put that there?)

[personal profile] icingonthecake 2018-02-07 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
[[Nomura is perma-trollface tbh.]]

[Axel stares at the words on the screen for a long moment, completely perplexed. While he's certainly sure that Sora has a sense of humor and would very likely be up for some good old-fashioned leg-pulling, this is just bizarre. Why would Sora make up a story like this?

[And that's just it: he really doesn't think he would. Sora is many things, but he's not a liar, and this doesn't even feel like a lie so much as a misunderstanding, but Axel can't even begin to fathom how such a misunderstanding could have happened.]


Hang on a second. Waiting for Riku to wake up? Kid, Riku can't stand me, he broke my arm once, you know? So I dunno why he would be sleeping if I was anywhere near him.
And what do you mean Thirteen Darknesses, what's that even about?



Seriously, I'm not goofing around. Like for once in my life, you might say. I have absolutely zero idea what you're talking about. Frankly I'm a little surprised you're being so friendly-like--I wasn't even sure you'd remember me, all things considered.
inacan: (007)

[personal profile] inacan 2018-02-07 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
Mm. Call me paranoid, but - these guys really want us to see them as benevolent saviors, when they've got a big stick right along with that carrot.

[ Tony knows a lot about big sticks. ]

I hate politics. I couldn't stand the politicians on Earth, what makes them think I want to get involved in another planet's politics?
inacan: (006)

[personal profile] inacan 2018-02-07 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
What? [ Tony blinks at the new look. Huh. Well, that's... something. The guy has clearly been through Some Shit.

He goes back to fiddling with the coffee maker. ]


What's wrong with my ID systems? They're linked to our biometrics so no one else can use our stuff.
shikomizue: (pic#11082457)

[personal profile] shikomizue 2018-02-07 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
[When faced with the obnoxious customs of a foreigner - be that a lack of hygiene, or a mere handshake - it's most effective to extend his own. Not like an outstretched palm, but the tip of a blade.

The man takes the blow well.

Takasugi wonders if decorum will demand he drink the whole glass by the end of the exchange. He intends to linger long enough for an answer.]


People have said worse things about me. [A chuckle. Another drink.

Murderer. Terrorist. Traitor. A myriad of gallows-worthy "praise" from his friends and enemies alike. Maybe they wish he'd cope with his problems with more alcohol, rather than his usual methods.]


What about you? What's the worst you've been called? [Idle chatter, nothing more.]
shikomizue: (pic#10797481)

[personal profile] shikomizue 2018-02-07 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
[It is, though easy to miss.

He sounds bored.]


People will pay money to hear that song of yours. Get yourself a good manager, and you may even be able to travel between the states.

Art transcends war, or something, right? [Takasugi waves his hand dismissively.

He doesn't believe that for a second.]
shikomizue: (pic#11852124)

[personal profile] shikomizue 2018-02-07 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Sounds fake, indeed.

Takasugi doesn't have a hard time imagining this girl tangled in steel and blood and fire. She certainly wasn't balking at the carnage, nor did she seem to be bothered by their pursuers.

More than anything, this seems like a game to her.

They're on a similar level, then.]


That's one way to do it. [He supposes; Takasugi can think of more efficient ways to put a stop to the scene. Read: just killing everyone

But her plan is reckless enough to sate him. He waits, fingers curled around his sword, whatever attack she's conjuring will make for a great first push. And he'll follow it up, with less discrimination in who he cuts down.]
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[personal profile] ausuben 2018-02-07 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ he's glad to have an understanding person that's fine him. While Lancelot has taken the responsibility of inconveniencing them, he imagines he would not be able to tolerate anyone that was rude in response as he should. Even so, he won't take advantage of patience and does continue on with the attempt to get on his feet, setting the headpiece down on the edge of the unit. At the sound of her offer, however, Lancelot hesitates a moment as if considering before smiling a little nervously as he glances over to her. ] Your offer is most gracious, but I would not want to trouble you... and the truth is...

... I have no idea what is even wrong with me.

[ He's not rejecting her assistance at all, but he does seem a little uncertain if him going there will be a waste of time: both for her and the staff.

He tries to step away from the support of the VR unit now to hold himself upright, but the vertigo that never left becomes accompanied with a rush of dizziness once again. With how still the air in these chambers are, his nausea is not any better, either.

Thankfully, Lancelot is able to stay standing (that would be incredibly embarrassing otherwise) but doesn't try to take another step further. He's never been this out of balance before, he thinks. Considering the way he fights, it probably is safe to convince himself he is not overreacting to his symptoms. Still... does one even get sick like this from VR?
]

... Is it very far from here, may I ask?
bornofgods: (pic#12066814)

[personal profile] bornofgods 2018-02-07 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ozymandias’ distress leaves a mere temporary mark upon his form. It is a good thing that he did not have any extended contact with the dragon’s fire, or else, he might have been left limping with a phantom pain upon his arrival to El Nysa.

The reptilian creature thrashes before the might of Reinhardt’s hammer collided with it, leaving the dragon dead. A rush of impact, the after effects of an undoubtedly great beast being slain in the shadow of a victorious knight— it was not beyond Ozymandias to feel a sense of awe.

Hence, the revelation of the reality off their shared surroundings does little to damper Ozymandias’ mood. The starkness of their surroundings only strengthens the elation. Closing his eyes, he runs a hand through his dark hair, relaxing his body. A raucous laugh bursts from his mouth shortly thereafter. ]


To think we belittled that creature so thoroughly!

[ Eyes opening, he regards Reinhardt with an even stare. ]

You fought well. The strength of your conviction is clear. May it guide you to greater landscapes than these rooms. Though, I have no doubt that has already happened.
shikomizue: (pic#11852124)

[personal profile] shikomizue 2018-02-07 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Daggers it is.

Takasugi measures the weight of the blade he's holding, hilt heavy in his palm. It isn't at all well balanced, but the edge is sharp. He sheathes it, fingers picking apart the buckle on its scabbard. Only a sword is left at his side.

All the while Takasugi listens to the man's question, eyes settled not on his lowered visage but on the bruises blotted over his wrists.

He pauses before answering, dagger hanging in his hand, arm perched on a bent knee.]
They're starstruck. With a catch like that, they'd rather let the ship sink below the surface than cut the line.

But I'm not trying to go down on such a small vessel. [Has Takasugi asked the bickering leadership behind him for permission for this plan? It certainly doesn't seem like it.

Though, when he rises and walks away from the captive to barter another man's dagger from him, the frantic mumbling hardly quells. No eyes follow him as he returns, wearing an easy smile.]


Here. [Knives, uneven in size, thrown to the man's feet, Takasugi looks to the door.] They're coming.

[The door creaks, wood groaning under pressure of its hinges being tested by the city guard on the other side.] Go ahead, Mr Vanguard.
icingonthecake: (interested cat)

[personal profile] icingonthecake 2018-02-07 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
Seems there's particular people ruining things for everyone else no matter where you go. Didn't realize even gods had that issue.
bornofgods: (Default)

[personal profile] bornofgods 2018-02-07 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ Kohl lined eyes narrow. There comes that urge to enact violence again. Shame that hanging upside down from a plant isn’t the best place to tackle someone. ]

I’m aware of that, you dense crocodile.

[ After that biting refrain, he falls into silence. She’s still squirming, which is irritating enough. The lack of ideas of his own wounds him as every second ticks by.

Voices emerge past the trunk of the tree in which the vines are growing off of. It is as if the simulation has been programmed in the form of a more educational tutorial, to help prepare the newcomers for the strange flora and fauna they would experience in the world below.

“Mama! Look at that thing!”
“Ted? Ah. That’s a Vena Amoris. You should… take care around them.”
“Why?”
“Because, if you got wrapped up in those vines, I’d have to kiss you free.” The mother chuckles lightly, but it’s clear from her tone that she’s serious.
“Ugh. REALLY? GROSS!”
“Would it really be that bad? Haha, never mind. Let’s go.”

With that convenient hint firmly planted in their minds, Ozymandias slowly turns to meet this stranger’s green eyes once again. He doesn’t miss a beat, hardly cowed by this ‘challenge.’ ]


Hm. The conditions are far simpler that I thought they would be. [ He moves his head closer to her own, only to stop to issue yet another command. ] Now then. Close your eyes.
notwagging: <user name="bittenbittern"> (1)

[personal profile] notwagging 2018-02-07 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ OF COURSE THIS IS FINE, who can say they've been carried by a Wolfskin? no one, that's who! and as long as Alphinaud doesn't mind a somewhat over-eager puppy giving him a gentle squeeze before letting him go, both ears perk as soon as he's safely anchored by a rock heavier than the scant bits of magical plant left. ]

... you know, you may want to find a better solution later. Unless you don't mind me holding rocks for you.

[ because he would totally do that! but anyway. with a half-smile, he takes one long look at Alphinaud before snickering. ]

But promise you'll be careful? I know you... uh, your sister is pretty strong. I've seen her fight! And swim. So that means you're strong too, right?

[ he won't wait for an answer before giving the Elezen a quick ruffle of his hair. ]