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❪ test drive #4 ❫
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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—
2. Let us now travel forward in time, shall we?  a. The Olympian settlement around you is quiet — until the screaming starts.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... 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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[In his books, that wasn't a bad thing either. He happened to like most of his team being dedicated flaming train wrecks, especially when there could be all manner of violence brewing underneath those calm exteriors. No pain, no gain after all.
Rumlow knew how to fight in close quarters. It was actually his specialty, and few wanted to get in the ring with him, so he took advantage of size and strength to punch his way into forcing a roll over. He straddled the Weasel in time to have to lean back away from the upper cut. Nice swing though.
Of course, he shifted forward again in an attempt to slam his elbow into Weasel's face.]
You wanna get drinks after all this is said and done?
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[ He's not arguing against it, though. He's vaguely aware what his life looks like to the general population - except this man definitely does not seem to be a part of it. ]
[ Squalo's a close quarters combatant as well, though he's used to relying on his sword and occasionally knives, which means he's not quite the top of the class with his bare fists. He does make up for it with viciousness, however; he turns his head to let that elbow slip past his cheek, then flips back to try and bite the offending arm, trying to shove his artificial hand into the guy's face. He's probably aiming for the eyes. ]
WHICH PART OF THIS LOOKS "CLASS REUNION" TO YOU?!!
[ yes. yes he fucking does. ]
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So here they were fighting like a pair of HYDRA assholes. He knew that they would bruise with the damage so far inflicted. His elbow hit the Weasel's cheek but slid off before any knock-out damage. He drew up but not in time before being bitten. Bitten! Like they were school age children!
He leaned back to avoid the hand to the face and decided to low blow it and see if he could backhand Weasel across the face. Fighting like men then children and now women.]
You fight like a child! Clearly you're still in school!
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Sure takes a bunch of skill to fucking sit on someone, fatass!
Well this took a turn
You don't like another man riding you? Psht, get with the new age, Weasel.
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[ If only he had his sword! ...he does have his ring, though. But it just happens to be on his good hand, which is secured with no hope of managing to touch this asshole unless he does something. ]
[ Sure. He lets go of the shirt and puts as much force as he can behind trying to bury a metal fist in the other man's stomach. ]
The name's Squalo.
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He found that out pretty quickly when he tried to block the hand going for his gut. It glanced off his forearm and still pounded into him. He gasped and coughed, his face going red as some of the wind was knocked out of him. He kept his balance though, keeping his seat as he swatted at the Weasel's face again.]
Your name's Swallow or just rhymes with it? You are annoying like a bird.
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[ He reaches to catch the other by the wrist before the hand can collide with his face again, and squeezes painfully - but now both his hands are occupied. ]
Squalo. [ He repeats slower, glaring up, teeth bared again. ] Shark. Not bird.
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That didn't stop him for one second from moving to headbutt Weasel, aiming for a broken nose if he could. Let's add some blood to the party!]
You sing too much to be a shark. All bird, Weasel. All bird.
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[ Fuck -- ]
[ There's not much space to avoid that. Squalo twists himself to soften the blow as much as he can, but there's still a wave of blood pouring out of his nose. He nearly chokes for a moment, fingers clenching and unclenching in agony though his artificial grip remains solid. ]
[ Worse than that, though, is his opponent refusing to address him properly. ]
I will put you in the ground!!
[ He goes flat against the floor, but a second later it becomes clear he does it for better leverage as he tries to bend the other's arm the opposite way. ]
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He shifted his weight forward just a bit as Weasel flattened for a moment, all so he could begin to dig his knees into the guy's ribs. Like riding a very angry pony.]
You're gonna try, clearly. I might like it, Weasel.
[That was obviously the source of the changed tactics, and he waged his strength though dammmmmmn, they might actually need to be babysat if they kept up. He grunted and fought back with a snarl.]
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You must fucking love pain!
[ There's the slightest whir of hidden joints and wires, normally inaudible but giving away a hint through vibrations, as his mechanical hand clenches tighter. He's trying for a painful wrist twist, which should give him enough of an opening. ]
[ Squalo Superbia does not finish a fight on his back, damn it.
Not unless he was challenging his boss.]no subject
You're one to talk. We're fighting over a forlorn look you passed me.
[Rumlow's ears perked at such faint sounds, and he knew them well. The Soldier had a metal arm that was silent until it was ramping up to crush someone. He hissed as he had to apply more of himself to prevent a strain to his wrist, finally deciding on releasing the one arm he was pinning to punch at Weasel's face.]
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[ DOES THIS BRING YOU BACK, SMUGFACE. You've seen one fake arm, you've seen them all. ]
[ And that's just the opening Squalo's been waiting for, immediately reaching toward the other man's head with his real hand, a faint blue aura bleeding from the ring on his middle finger and engulfing his whole palm. Any body part it ends up touching would lose all feeling in it. ]
I'd say I'll send flowers, but I would be lying.