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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.

FINAL OOC NOTE    
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vorrutyer: (the appropriate amount of high)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2018-01-27 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Why sad?

[ He caresses her knuckle with his lips. He does have a very graceful way of kissing. When he straightens up, that's graceful too. ]

It means there's all the more to discover about me, dear lady. And I - I suspect I'll have quite a lot to discover about you, too. Learning about someone is the most exciting process, don't you think?
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[personal profile] warchetype 2018-01-27 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Snake1964: You're on an anonymous chatting site asking about sexy roleplay, Eprogeffdizprow. Should be self-evident.
nineteenfortyfive: (PROPHECY)

III. IT REALLY, REALLY IS

[personal profile] nineteenfortyfive 2018-01-27 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[She comes to stasis often. There are too many people to visit--and even so, sometimes she finds herself looking at the faces of those she might not want to see as badly as her husband and daughter. Frank, as still and silent as he was that day on the table in the morgue. Jack Randall, blessedly quiet--of all people to awaken again, he's the one she least wishes to see. She knows the day the man died, but she never did ask Jamie the particulars of it. There had never been a good moment and in the end, maybe it didn't matter. Except now, maybe it does.

Today, she hadn't settled on what person she'd like to sit and talk at quietly for a bit, but she likely won't get that far.

She knows what a Randall looks like from a mile away. Even Alex Randall was easily identifiable, and Claire feels her blood run cold. Which one?]


Frank?

[No, maybe not. He even from a length away Claire can tell it's not the Frank she knew. Too young, and holds himself different. It's like running into Jack Randall that day by the stream. The same man, but not. But she's older now. Smarter, hopefully, and so while she presses a hand to her chest to stop her heart from escaping through it, she thinks.]

Who the hell are you?
shashka: (senpai notice me)

branding

[personal profile] shashka 2018-01-27 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ of all the simulations he's been in, this is one of the more interesting ones. the branding scenario was as good of an opportunity as any to keep his abilities sharp. and to learn a little bit more about the past of the nation that he'd been living in for some six months.

but, leave it to the stranger to completely upstage him. not that he really minds. it's always useful to get a feeling for the combat style of your allies, after all. ]


Of course.

[ he takes a moment to retrieve a knife from one of the downed attackers, before getting to work. just in case, he does call over his shoulder... ]

Let me know if you need anything else.

[ but she seems like she's got this covered. ]
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can't stop won't stop

[personal profile] allamhigo 2018-01-27 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Alphinaud, she's so glad that you're here! His expertise certainly won't go amiss, but his reluctance could be dialed back a little. And while he seems to be convinced that this is a Very Bad Idea™, that isn't necessarily stopping her.

Lowering herself slightly, she stands nearly shoulder-to-shoulder with him, her eyes locked on the angry dragon before them. ]


Then what else do you suggest we do?

[ The options she sees here are to run or fight, and she's sick of running. Besides, it's not actually real, right? So this is a bit like combat training. Just look at it that way! Combat training and a history lesson all rolled into one, it's perfect for the both of them!

It's probably fine, right? If he has any other suggestions, he's welcome to tell her now! ]
Edited 2018-01-27 21:05 (UTC)
vorrutyer: (hmmmmm not bad)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2018-01-27 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
eproghuefgdzptrrw: Ah...So you think that 'faith and trust in one's comrades' automatically means monogamy?
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[personal profile] adisaster 2018-01-27 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
THAT WOULD BE THE PREFERRED METHOD, WOULDN'T IT
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[personal profile] centurian 2018-01-27 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ no. but you know what? he's going to totally try to bullshit this. ]

oh, totally. it was definitely very... chandrilly.

[ ...turians are bad liars, ok? he really didn't think this through. ]

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[personal profile] baguablade 2018-01-27 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Any suggestions, o King of Heroes?
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[personal profile] warchetype 2018-01-27 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it's hardly the least he could do, but John doesn't say as much. it would add insult to injury to question Adam's loyalties at this point.

he would have given his life for her at any point. even at the very end, when she'd taken the choice for him. but he's never quite understood why anyone would affect the same sort of loyalty for him - especially someone with Adam's demeanor and competence. the men at MSF had been understandable, as they'd been fighting for themselves as much as for the symbol of Big Boss. but Adam knows him - he's known him since the early days.

be that as it may - it's just another thing that he won't question.

nonetheless, John's not the sort who shares the darkest parts of himself - there's something to be said about living up to the symbol the Boss's legacy had become. better to lick his wounds in private away from all eyes. ]


Our current situation comes first. [ efficiency demands discussion of the more relevant option, as much as John wants to hear about what followed nine years of inaction. ] Starting with where you picked up a dog with a missing eye.

[ it's not an attempt at injecting levity into the situation, in all honesty. he's in the midst of compartmentalizing, and a moment of reprieve would make that easier. ]
nineteenfortyfive: (FAMILIAR)

III

[personal profile] nineteenfortyfive 2018-01-27 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Despite spending much of her time with people from Westeros and even hearing the name Targaryen, Claire wouldn't know how to name one upon sight. The hair color is strange, as strange as the pinks and greens and blues she's seen people with here, but it's the way she's looking at the pods that draws her attention. Some people avoid this place like it's a crypt. Others, like her, take the time to visit those behind the metal and glass. She doesn't quite pick up the words, but as Claire carefully approaches, she does pick up on the tone.

"A friend?" She asks with a small smile. "I don't know if they can hear us in there, but I like to think they can."
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Brock Rumlow | MCU

[personal profile] ukase 2018-01-27 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
The Storm

[Death was always that idea that plagued some people. Not him. Brock Rumlow would die when he died and after it all came about, it wouldn't matter because he wouldn't be around to give a shit anymore. It allowed him to live on the edge for much of his life. It also allowed him to endure a significant amount of pain when the need called for it, and in HYDRA, there was always a certain amount of pain associated with the membership. It tested their resolve, forced them to face fears, unearthed all the little details of themselves so they would know exactly what they were capable of.

There was a lesson in pain. It was how he built much of his resolve.

So when he realized his world was gone - everything he had worked for - and he had survived through some odd system of rebuilding damaged minds, bodies and wills, he had been skeptical. Until the simulation which was so real and brought back all the little details that seemed to lurk at the corner of his psyche until that moment. Skepticism turned into surprise which then turned into the usual fight for survival of running from The Storm.

The first simulation, he had run like everyone else. And failed. He had been engulfed in pain like everyone else, like the other person who was making the run with him. It had been pain like dying, but he had fallen to his knees after trembling and shocked by the crystal clear clarity.]


Again.

[He hadn't left after the first time. No, he relived the simulation, the pain, the lesson to be learned in losing that fight. He had been engulfed, torn apart and smashed back together. Find the order in the pain. The second time, he almost threw up, unable to control his muscles for a good five minutes. He went back for a third reliving of The Storm, but this time, he never started to flee. What was the point? He threw himself into that abyss, searching for the lesson to be learned here, fighting through his own physical, mental and emotional cracks until he was wrecked on the floor. A fourth time and maybe, just maybe, his heart skipped one too many beats, but he staggered to his feet, his hair a wild mess, his chest heaving and his eyes wild. He had bitten his lower lip so hard it bled freely. Was this what the asset had felt like? Was this what losing everything felt like? He had been so young the first time.

This was his world. Everything had been taken from him, and there was only this engulfing pain. What was the lesson? His brain raced along the often disjointed ideas that more often than not wouldn't make sense to anyone.

He wiped his blooded lip and chin on his sleeve, shaking his head and then rolling his shoulders.]


Order in pain. Order in pain. Order in pain.

[He paced, back and forth, back and forth. He was clearly considering if he should make another run of it, experience that pain that had been the whole start to whatever this venture was.]

Stasis Unit

[They had told him that this place was here, that there were others like them. He was the kind of man who liked to see the grim reality of the situation for himself, to understand the full scope of what he was getting himself into. He was not faint of heart; he had seen and done some horrible shit in his lifetime so he figured that seeing a bunch of unknown pod people wouldn't be much of a big deal. Mass graves were a big deal; healing people shouldn't be.

It was as he expected, just rows and rows of faces in various degrees of damage. The technology was more interesting at first. He walked up and down each row, looking for faces he recognized and what sort of species of aliens existed outside the realm of his own possibility. There were plenty of interesting things to see, but it was the silence that reminded him of so many places he had been before.

Cities where entire populations had been wiped out. Not even the flies buzzed or the birds sang. It was the silence that would drive madness and loneliness.

He was actually walked by him twice before coming back to make certain. Rollins. The guy was as ugly as he recalled, but it was a familiar face in a sea of nameless oddities. There was damage, and it was plainly not just physical. Loyalty had been a hooking point that had kept him going a long time in his career where he did sometimes wonder what the hell he was doing with himself.

Rollins had been his rock sometimes. More like a rock fist to the side of his head.

It seemed a shame his second-in-command was stuck like this while he walked free. Loyalty was just a reality he understood well. He had made his pact; he was going to work for this place but that didn't mean he had to be alone.

So, he sat down each day in the evening, leaning against Rollins' silent pod and read the messages on the network as if the asshole being put back together could actually hear him. Whatever, Rollins hated it when he just shot his mouth off; it was one of the reasons that he did it, especially here. He knew it would bug Jack.]


Ah yeah, so here's a good one for ya: King of Explodo-Kills: Fucken roll call. No fucken extras either. Sounds like MacGinty, doesn't it? I bet if that asshole was here, he'd still somehow be in marital trouble. Am I right?

[He chuckled and continued to scroll.] Of course I'm right. Your silence tells all, Jackie.

Omage
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[personal profile] adisaster 2018-01-27 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ How worn Reinhardt's armor looks, how hard every hit from those dragons seem to hit doesn't pass him by. Nor does the fact that Reinhardt keeps going despite all that. Gilgamesh doesn't have a good estimation of Reinhardt just yet, he doesn't know whether he's a regular human pushing himself to his limits or some sort of empowered being, but either way -- he would still be impressed. Impressed enough that a question he would usually react to with a possessive sort of arrogance earns Reinhardt another smile.

As if on cue one of his portals has the top of a large warhammer emerge. It looks far too large for any regular human smaller than Reinhardt to wield, it's almost as tall as Gilgamesh himself, but Gilgamesh thinks it's perfect for such a daunting task. It shoots as fast as the other weapons but buries itself in the ground beside Reinhardt, easily within his reach.
]

I shall grant you the honor of wielding something from my personal treasury. But as proper payment ... I will not accept your failure.

[ All the while his own portals are still firing weapons, careful not to nick Reinhardt though that carefulness itself seems effortless for Gilgamesh. ]
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allamhigo: icons from thanks punch @ dw unless stated otherwise (Default)

[personal profile] allamhigo 2018-01-27 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ They all have their own ways of coping with grief and loss, and it's true that hers aren't the most healthy. As someone who lived her life in the shadow of someone else, who still wants to honor that person's memory and the memories of others that she has lost along the way, standing here and staring at them like this is difficult.

He shouldn't be here. They left him behind, even if she fought desperately to stand at Papalymo's side at the end. Wanted to so desperately, even if she's begun to understand why he refused to allow her to stay.

Can you see her here, Papalymo? Even like this, were you still watching over them?

Her gaze flicks to the newcomer (a Miqo'te?), then back at the glass chamber in front of them. ]


He fought to protect all of us, but we couldn't do anything. He should be able to rest peacefully—

[ She clenches her hand at her side, her gaze steely and difficult to read. ]

—But when it mattered the most, we weren't able to return the favor. It wasn't enough.
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[personal profile] adisaster 2018-01-27 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Gilgamesh's eyebrows raise, his motion with the cup pausing mid-air and -- he doesn't even seem upset, at being asked so openly to give away something so valuable. ]

You're correct in that it's remarkable ... But I do not often hear or see greed so brazen as to ask directly for it. You have quite the courage, girl.

[ In fact he seems more amused than upset by the demand. That doesn't mean he's any more inclined to give it to her, though. ]

But before I give anything to you, let alone a valued treasure of mine -- requests to a king must be given with the proper respect. You should be on your knees and grovelling.
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i.

[personal profile] uninjured 2018-01-27 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ To watch the earth be consumed by power isn't a first for her, neither is the misfortune of several people falling victim to the growing, relentless maw that closes its teeth on the villagers that can't manage to escape its grasp. Her throat dries up immediately, knots of anxiety tying in her stomach, but Beatrix knows that she needs to move now. ]

Z

[ A name comes to her tongue, clinging to the back of her mind, but when she turns what she doesn't see is a familiar face. Instead it is a stranger wearing fear as plain as day on her expression; a growing theme in this situation, and even if the odds seem against them she becomes unconsciously confident with her luck of wiggling out of awful situations. ]

Right! [ She extends her hand, fingers curling tight around the other woman's. Holding her with a grip that hints that she won't let go. ] I'm at your side, now let's run... ! [ Though she doesn't scramble to move, poised and collected Beatrix begins to run away from the storm with the other woman in tow. ]
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[personal profile] adisaster 2018-01-27 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
I AM NOT YELLING


THIS SIZE OF TEXT COMMANDS THE MOST ATTENTION.
Edited 2018-01-27 21:29 (UTC)
nineteenfortyfive: (ARRANGEMENTS)

stasis

[personal profile] nineteenfortyfive 2018-01-27 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[She never means to strike up conversations with the awake in stasis, but that's often where she finds people need someone to talk to most of all. Claire does hesitate, watching the woman for a moment before deciding to approach.]

Are you all right?

[Stasis can be... a lot. Especially if you've just woken up yourself.]
nineteenfortyfive: (ASIDE)

omage | c.fraser

[personal profile] nineteenfortyfive 2018-01-27 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Why do you ask?
yourotherleft: (gdit sanji)

[personal profile] yourotherleft 2018-01-27 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[It really is the only way, Zoro screeches to a stop right where he is - surrounded by confused and frightened worshipers.]

Ow, dammit! Away from here, why? [looks around. uh.] Oh, shit. Not this way. Dammit, Nami! Can't you clear 'em out of the way or something?

[second time is kind of the charm, at least he heads for a gap between people and tries to make it out to a clear path. A broom comes at his head, which he deflects easily with his sword.]
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[personal profile] almaredemptoris 2018-01-27 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[The singularities of her skin he notes with his keen eye, but pressed as he is on all sides by the crowd, and by time waning until this girl shall be before the altar (or until his cunning work is noticed), there is little he can do at present but store this observation for later.]

For reasons that have nothing to do with you, nor any of these prisoners. You are merely sacrifices.

[In more ways than one. Anger requires a target, that its wielder might feel some sense of forward motion. He knows nothing of the political climate of these lands, but he has learned enough of human nature over the years to see the broad strokes of the picture.

In his strong hands, the file makes quick work of the rope that binds her wrists. He drops to the ground, feigning a fit of praise for the city of Olympia, and there he makes quick work of the rope that binds her ankles and shortens her step. Then in one motion he tucks the file back into his pocket, rises, and sheds his jacket to throw it around the girl's shoulders. This is to disguise her as he pulls her into the crowd with him, letting the hateful masses absorb them.]
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passes over the popcorn

[personal profile] allamhigo 2018-01-27 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Brrzt. Wrong answer. What he might think is a clinical and perfectly logical response does little more than raise her ire. He can contemplate the nature of this catastrophe all he likes, but taking the lives that were lost out of the equation isn't just callous, it's borderline nihilistic.

She knows people like him—one in particular comes to mind. Ozymandias better hope that he doesn't remind her more of that sadistic beast of a man. ]


Now, you listen.

[ Her voice is measured, but with a roiling wake beneath the surface. ]

Just because those weren't your people, and just because that wasn't your home doesn't make it or them any less important. This isn't just some show for your enjoyment. That memory is all that's left of who they were, and you'll do well to remember that.
micromania: (f34)

[personal profile] micromania 2018-01-27 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Which one what?
micromania: (Default)

[personal profile] micromania 2018-01-27 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
I am looking for friends and trying to sort out which enemies are awake.
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[personal profile] adisaster 2018-01-27 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
ARE YOU BLIND, FOOL?

DID YOU NOT READ THE WORDS I JUST TYPED?


I AM NO ROBOT, AND I AM NO MACHINE. IT IS NOT MY JOB TO EXPLAIN ANYTHING TO YOU. AND IF YOU WERE HOPING TO SHARE A BED WITH ME THERE ARE MUCH MORE RESPECTFUL WAYS TO REQUEST SUCH A THING

FOR YOU, ON YOUR KNEES, BEGGING WOULD BE A START