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ɴᴀᴛʜᴀ orbiters ❰ mod collective ❱ ([personal profile] natha) wrote in [community profile] elnyan2018-03-27 06:32 pm
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❪ test drive #5 ❫

YOUR STORY BEGINS    

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

You don't know how long you slept, but the dreams were short. You remember the expanse of stars and galaxies in your direct view. Every world and solar system ever known to man was present in your dreams in careful, pristine detail. You also witnessed the Storm, which has devoured a fair portion of these galaxies. Your Earth and similar planets were assimilated by the Storm. Somehow, you knew it would be the last you'd see of your world. That was when she told you what happened. You knew that you'd be living somewhere new. The details weren't clear, but you knew it was a part of a deal with the entity known as 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 — Regardless of your will, you find your body doesn’t respond to you immediately. Instead, you hear a voice begin to resonate deep within you.

I have seen much... But what I am not accustomed to, is being unable to see.

It was never our wish for those we saved to go through such an ordeal. People... are unpredictable. And you, Refugee, still continue to surprise us. That is why we cannot allow you to die just yet.

Refugee, I no longer have plans to intervene with this world — I have already done too much. Here on out, what happens below... must be resolved by you, its people, and fate. You and your friends before you have proven yourselves. Our eyes are upon you, and our hearts with you.

THE WORKSHOP    
The Natha have become aware of how ill-prepared many of their new refugees are for the hardships below. While Darma has decided against direct intervention, the other Orbiters echo the opposite sentiment. With their homes destroyed and the ongoing trials that await them planetside imminent, they do not want refugees to descend without knowing exactly what they're getting into. Therefore, Roman and Zasere have set out to host a workshop in order to train the refugees for complex environment of El Nysa.

A new area has opened in Thesa Station: the Exhibition Hall. This vast open space has been configured to rival the size of the Hangar Station, with the north and south ends decorated accordingly. Refugees that have managed to return to Thesa will notice that the north end strongly resembles Olympia, while the south is a near replica of Wyver. Upon entering, you're given a goodie bag containing some postcards from either cities. There will be a variety of workshops available throughout this area. Each workshop is held in its own unique training room, separated only by high-durability glass for individual demonstrations to be observable to all in the vicinity. Workshops will focus on a few major topics that refugees should keep in mind when they reach land.


I — A HALL DIVIDED
The north side of the Exhibition Hall is fashioned to look exactly like a small section of Olympia. There are ghost-like projections of its people, seemingly going about their businesses as if to demonstrate their everyday living. There is even enough space for them to setup an example of a typical starter dormitory, and it wouldn't be a coincidence if it reminds you of room displays of the furniture stores back in your homeworld; Roman has been particularly inspired by magazines of various worlds.

Refugees who have been living or have visited Olympia will be highly encouraged to "sell" the Empire to the newly awoken. Until you find someone who is willing to do that, you'll find a fancy brochure inside your goodie bag, highlighting the benefits of choosing Olympia... however, there seems to be an earlier draft of it floating around, also.

Over on the south side is decorated will all kinds of tropical plant-life. Strangely enough, crossing the threshold of north and south, you'll also get a taste of the jungle heat, or is that only your imagination? Regardless, the presentation is to mirror the north: the Wyver people are shown as projections, making the space feel as populated as the canyons of Wyver. The sample living space is quite different here; all around, tents and wooden shacks are built to demonstrate what refugees might expect when living here. Similarly, refugee who are currently residing in the jungle city are also encouraged to talk about life there. The same brochure highlights this for the newly awoken.

On either side, you will be able to grab small trinkets from either cities; samples of food and wines, stickers, pins and buttons, and even photos of some of the more well-known natives. Wait, are those paintings of older refugees? Weird, but it's supposedly what you would expect from a convention for Darma's planet of El Nysa.
II — BLENDING IN
When you deal with natives, it's normal to feel a bit of anxiety. As far as you're aware, the natives don't know that you not only came from space, but other universes entirely. After this crash course, hopefully you will have the confidence to maintain a sane conversation with a native without getting any strange looks!

  • A) One side of the demonstration room shows various scenes from Olympia and Wyver. They seem to be showcasing the day-to-day interactions of regular natives, but you might find that some of the projected individuals in the examples are strangely familiar, even under all the effects and filters. In fact, after taking a closer look, you'll find that these are relatively poor imitations of the refugees that have arrived before you, even though you're assured that they're just a coincidence.

    — This is Focket and Warrior 67. They were both refugees that were exiled from Olympia for a quest that resulted in all those involved being framed for a biological warfare attack! Focket and Warrior 67 decided to run off to Wyver where they currently live a peaceful quiet life allegedly. And that's the beauty of El Nysa! If you accidentally commit treason in one city, you may try your luck in another!

    Before long, it becomes very clear that the instructional examples are meant to be the pre-existing refugees that arrived on the station to greet you. After all, there aren't many talking raccoons or white-haired soldiers with visors. Perhaps they're an early-riser from home, or a stranger that you met in the Mess Hall, or even in this very room with you. Makes you wonder where they got this from, doesn't it? At the very least, one thing becomes very clear: The Natha Orbiters weren't lying when they said they were watching.

  • B) While there are ample 3D renders and projections all around the floor that anyone can have access to, you will immediately notice that there is an excess of them in the corner. These are renders that were wrongly coded or mistakenly conjured up, hence... you might notice "Koralle" is looking a little furry, or that one of the Wyvern Shamans look a little more fish-like. Either way, these renders still manage to serve a purpose.

    In this corner you will be paired up with someone. Either you or them will be given a "role," and you must convincingly act and converse as such. For example, if one of you are given the role of "Wyver King," one of you must act accordingly, and the other must treat them with the proper respect. From there, the renders will judge.

    If they give you a pass, you'll be allowed to the exit. If you don't, then you might be here for a while. As a general hint, things that seem to give people extra "performance points" are: mentioning certain landmarks, figures, or other key details relating to El Nysa (see: the brochure). This is a workshop for this purpose, after all.
III — PLANET NYSA EXHIBITION

Perhaps you've heard of this prior to opening your eyes here on Thesa Station: a promise of power in exchange for diligence and loyalty. Show them you are capable of "earning your keep," and the Natha Orbiters may bestow you with powers of your own.

In this workshop, the Orbiters are now allowing refugees to physically test these powers; this time, outside of the comfort of the virtual reality modules. From healing spells to the ability of flight, the sky is almost the limit with these newfound abilities. These powers are temporary, however, and do not last any longer than an hour. You're free to sample as many abilities as you'd like. But, once one is in effect, you cannot gain another without the first one running out its course.

Closest to the exit was the wildlife exhibition, summoning renders of both flora and fauna of Olympia and Wyver. This was meant to showcase the types of wildlife those heading planetside could expect. Don't let the promise of "projections" fool you! These renders are as poisonous, as dangerous, and as realistic as you might expect if you were seeing the real thing. In fact, they have become so unruly that some may have escaped their stations and are running amok, terrorizing everyone (Especially Zasere, who prepared them himself). On the bright side, you've still got those nifty borrowed powers, right?

Monsters aren't the only things you should be worried about. All over, the plantlife that found exposure from the chaos. From the broken glass that once contained them, some flora will have effects that may temporarily ail refugees in its vicinity. Be sure to check their labels if you are caught! Roman has begun handing out gloves and gas masks for this special occasion, being unwilling to destroy the specimen himself. He encourages all to contain them rather than kill!

While most of the flora and fauna have been handled rather quickly, the more agile ones can be seen around the station. One may have found its way to your meal in the Mess Hall, another may be hiding in the bathroom facilities. Wherever they are, it never hurts to practice some caution. Hopefully this gets cleared up before Darma catches wind... but even she would admit this is the most lively Thesa Station has been since that July many months ago.
IV — SOCIAL-LINKED(in)
By miracle, there are still some quieter parts of the hall. This may be an appropriate time to check out your smart phone. Aside from the expected "Omage" app, there seems to be a new one called Social-Linked. There, you may find a profile waiting to be posted. The app allows for the user to fill it in, but there is also an auto-function! upon pressing it, it will generate a shockingly-honest answer based on the Natha's observation of your history. Roman will be your only friend in this app, with his very own profile:

●●●●○ THESA
ROMAN
@romannoodles (∞), Thesa

I WAS A: Butler! I still am, and I'm happy to serve all of the new arrivals!

I'M SKILLED IN: Cooking, cleaning, anything that involves making your life better!

I'M LOOKING FOR: Consistency!

ALSO, I'M: Not entirely certain if the "auto" profile function is to your liking. Feel free to edit if it is not to taste!

So, have you decided on making your own profile? Perhaps you used the "auto" function on accident? Regardless, once your profile is out there, it's out there. And like the Omage app, it will match you with someone. NOTE: Please use the form below to fill out a profile! Whether it's auto-generated or filled by the character is up to you!

STASIS UNITS    

Far away from the chaos, you managed to find the massive section on the station 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.

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panzersoldat: (15)

III

[personal profile] panzersoldat 2018-03-28 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
The booming accent is likely something that isn't comforting at all. It is very very much German, Bavarian to be exact. And it comes from a massive old man with a great many scars. It comes as a slightly sheepish sound. He thought that the young man was talking to him and not the creature before him. After all, he had just come behind the younger. He's not exactly stealthy.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to creep up on you. I was trying to sneak up on that. To take him back to where he belongs."
pebblestone: official art (fe:a) (pic#11550775)

no..............more like SASUGA YAYWON

[personal profile] pebblestone 2018-03-28 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ WELL CHROM'S NOT HERE so he doesn't really have a life anymore, he goes up to Thesa to polish Chrom's pod twice a day and that's it...

But now he has SOO-WON and MISSING ANIMALS to brighten up his day, isn't that great. Or rather, it was great until he heard about the restrooms bit, at which point his genial smile falls off his face. ]


The restrooms? [ .......... ] We may need to conscript a third member into joining our party then.

[ turns this into an RPG ]
givemeoblivion: (confident)

Callisto | Xena, Warrior Princess

[personal profile] givemeoblivion 2018-03-28 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
a hall divided - i.

[Having glared with brows furrowed at the brochures for only a couple of moments, Callisto scoffs and tosses them aside. They catch fire and burn so quickly that only ashes make it to the ground. Too many unnecessary words.

This place has felt unnatural to her since she arrived, everything metal and smelling too clean to be real. It's not the death she'd been longing for, and she isn't going to forgive anyone here for that, but at least it doesn't seem to be anywhere she'll be tortured for eternity. She'd be far more angry if not for all the curiosities, as unsettling as they are.

They want her to pick a side, that much is clear. From her perspective that can only mean they're looking to start some sort of conflict. They can sugarcoat it all they want, but there's no other reason anyone would their soldiers among two nations like this. She's fully capable of bringing chaos. Might enjoy it, even. It'll be a good way to release some steam until she figures out what she really wants to do.

The blond sighs as she leans over a map of Wyver, hair falling haphazardly over one shoulder.]


It's a little unfair, isn't it? This side is so much more flammable.

ii.b.

[A game, is it? Looks stupid. Probably is.

Still, it might also be a fun way to waste some time and annoy one of her fellow refugees in the process. She hasn't decided yet whether or not she cares to learn about any of the others here. None of them have stood out to her so far, and none of them will be as fun to mess with as her usual rival.

She shouldn't even bother, but here she is.]


'Bread baker from Wyver.' [Callisto snorts at the description of her part before winking at her partner.] Sure, I'll get some buns toasting.

iii.

[One would think that as a god Callisto would be able to harness any power she chose. However, she's still quite new to this, and Greek gods aren't as all-powerful as they'd like to claim they are. There are many skills she can't yet harness, and once again her curiosity has gotten the better of her here.

Fire is her usual element, and she hates to deviate from it, but why not briefly try something else? Just to say that she did.

There are animals about, released for some reason or other. Callisto can only assume they're for target practice, so target one she does. She waves a hand toward one particular horned beast with a grin and freezes the animal solid.]


stasis units.

Why are you here?

[Callisto leans close to the glass of one of the pods, her fingers brushing lightly across its surface. The dark haired woman inside remains unaware of her presence.]

Why did they save you? They didn't want you here, they wanted me.

[Why they'd make that decision, she's not sure. If it was just because of her god powers that would be one thing, but from what she's seen they could easily give the same powers to her rival. So why this?]

Are you supposed to be some gift to me? Am I supposed to be happy to see you and your little girlfriend in these glass coffins?

[She raps her knuckles sharply against the glass now, but this does nothing. The surface is uncracked and the woman within is still asleep. Callisto giggles at this and steps back, smiling a very unfriendly smile.]

Because I am. I'm very happy to see you. Your lives are in my hands now, and I'll make sure you know it.
offtune: (#inside the castle —)

[personal profile] offtune 2018-03-28 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ she doesn't have time watch the display of power, but she's almost forced to pay some attention when some of the warm blood of the creature splatters upon them. it flees, scattering its feathers in the process. and that little distraction is enough for the vines to bond the two of them.

unbeknownst to either of them, zero's distress as well as the man's misinterpretation of this binding only makes the vines constrict further. he may be pulling away, but it only serves to yank her in an upright position. now, since her awakening, he has been noticeably weaker. something like this does sting more than it should, and she hisses at him. ]


Stop moving! Take a look, it's the fucking plants. [ then, mumbling: ] It's always the fucking plants.

[ she's not exactly suited for teamwork, however. so, when the avalerion returns in a fiery rage, she is more tempted to run away, having yet to acquire her weapon. which means that she is currently dragging him right along the direction that is definitely not the exit. look, does she look like she knows how she got here?! ]
forkouka: (how FLAMBOYANTLY cool)

LSDKJFSDF im crying

[personal profile] forkouka 2018-03-28 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
[this is why you can't just murder people, because you end up having to romance other murderers for fun!!!

Soo-won, thankfully, has no idea that Diva is a murderer. Instead, she seems to be a fairly beautiful young woman, which makes this roleplay scenario even more difficult, because it seems wrong to try and hit on her even under the guise of the much sexier, much smoother Koralle. Soo-won's been brought up right (on some aspects), he's already apologetic for what he thinks is going to happen.

(ie hitting on diva, not getting killed)]


Well -- [??? IS IT??? soo-won has no fcking clue, he's never been in love in his whole life!!! HELP!!!] yes, I suppose? I've heard that one's sexual appetite is much the same in some aspects...

[that would have sounded hot if he didn't sound so boring. He leans harder against the wall, and attempts to wink. he just ends up blinking both eyes. though now that they're all nice and up close.... her teeth??? wow, they're actually pretty cool looking dang]

You have a very impressive set of incisors, miss.
hellicious: (Smile - Charm 1)

[personal profile] hellicious 2018-03-28 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
Nonsense. Nudity should be acceptable anywhere. It's just a body, after all. Dad given. Why be ashamed of that? Censorship was really just put in place because all the officials kept getting distracted. Let's not speak of Rome.

[But the man is smartly dressed, albeit in an older style than Lucifer's seen lately, and he smiles charmingly at him.]

Don't they have it where you're from? Pity. It's delightfully fun. It's like Scrabble, only online and without all the messy tiles or needing to lounge on dreadful shag carpeting.
panzersoldat: (7)

II. blending in (???)

[personal profile] panzersoldat 2018-03-28 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's him. Again. Some day, he will finally meet this man and show him his armor like he promised. But not, he just comes behind him with a smile on his face. ]

I believe it's traditionally up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A. But you know, cheaters don't prosper. Maybe try one more time? I will try to help if I can. It's not cheating to have help, ja?
willrevile: (0180)

three!

[personal profile] willrevile 2018-03-28 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ The new open areas are halfway interesting, at first glance, but Jim's so fatigued by the "politics" of each city, and the dead-ends everyone seems to slam into trying to sort anything out, that they lost their shine to him a few seconds after that spoken of first glance.

He's spent most of his time up on the station just taking a minute to breathe in a familiar environment, and by the time he's checking out the exhibit hall, chaos has apparently broken loose. ]


Is that a bear?

[ Hi. Jim's behind her, sounding slightly muffled, because he's eating a sandwich. Wtf is going on. ]
never_seemecoming: (well huh)

[personal profile] never_seemecoming 2018-03-28 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
"What is it?" Not that it matters too much. If it's food, he'll eat it, usually before getting a chance to discover what it tastes like. Drinks he's a little more particular about, but not really.

He smells it first -- it doesn't look quite like wine, but around here, who knows -- and then takes a tentative sip.
eaudevamp: (ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴛɪʟᴛ)

e

[personal profile] eaudevamp 2018-03-28 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ As usual, like a daily routine, Reign would head up to Thesa Station and walk in the direction of the pods, intending to pay Shell another visit. The station seemed to be busier than usual, with the new influx of new refugees waking up.

Reign wondered if Shell would wake this time as he stepped into the statis room, making a beeline straight for the particular pod Shell slept in. ]
panzersoldat: (27)

III

[personal profile] panzersoldat 2018-03-28 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ Reinhardt has been just looking around to see what he can catch and how. Then he sees it. It's a cat. A sweet little cat. And is that a dog. Oh. Oh he can definitely help. Don't worry, kitty, there's a geezer in your future!

So he just comes right up and pulls a little cookie out of his pocket. Yes, yes he carries around dog treats. That's what happens when he's friends with DD, Ocelot's dog. ]
Now, sit. [ It's in German but the translation fixes it. ]

Come on, kitty. Hop on my shoulder. You'll be safe here. And then we'll find who you belong to.

offtune: (#aethervox —)

[personal profile] offtune 2018-03-28 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
It gives you some of it. [ zero shrugs, how the hell is supposed to answer this. ] I don't know, don't people always want more powers?
braidedwonder: (government aid ain't relief)

explaining unfortunate topics to unknowing princesses is Duo's unfortunate lot in life.. ask Mipha.

[personal profile] braidedwonder 2018-03-28 03:03 am (UTC)(link)

Uh... honestly I'm not sure if they do. Never went looking... [ He hadn't had the time or the prerogative, honestly. Probably too young to pass in to the district in the first place, and even if he was legally... that absolute baby face and small frame would've precluded him from being taken very seriously. Not that Duo minds - he finds it all kind of awkward and, really, being from L2 made redlight districts seem like something tame.

L2 problems, truly.

Duo's eyes flip between the brochure and Allura for a moment, rapidly figuring out that she.. probably still doesn't know what any of this means. ]


I mean.. you do get that it's not exactly a merchant selling clothes or .. fruit, by now, yeah?
fullylicensed: (11)

[personal profile] fullylicensed 2018-03-28 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
[He is smartly dressed and not necessarily scandalized by the thought of rampant nudity, really, but...]

Surely there is a more appropriate context to avail oneself of, should your desires lean toward more skinship than what is already offered. Probably quite a few, if you ask around.

[Surely!! Then with a shrug, and a slightly more insistent raise of his eyebrows:] But there is some requirement of friends in this game, isn't there?
colorature: (Default)

another cursed thread...all i can do is apologize

[personal profile] colorature 2018-03-28 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
[It's not murder if they're not the same species as you god!! You don't kill a chicken and call it murder fam, c'mon.]

Sexual appetite? [Oh right. Sex. The Big Bang. That thing you have to do if you want to make a baby. The thing Solomon fucking bitches about her needing to do to make him a kid. She still doesn't totally get what sex is about entirely but whatever. This isn't the time to be thinking about babies, unless Soo-won wants to be added to her growing list of potential bridegrooms?? (He just might, knowing her.)

At the mention of her fangs her smile becomes even wider. The more Soo-won leans against the wall, the more compelled Diva is to invade his personal space, setting both her palms on his chest. (Watch out for her nails, they're not acrylics.)]


Do you like them? Some people are afraid of them. You don't seem to be though.
panzersoldat: (29)

A HALL DIVIDED

[personal profile] panzersoldat 2018-03-28 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ For all that he is massive and scarred, he's got a very friendly face. Reinhardt has been going around, trying to talk to the new folks. So he's more than happy to come on over.

He'll sit and pointedly ignore that he doesn't quite fit in the seat. His smile is broad as he is and his voice is warm and booming.]


Of course, my friend! Ask away. I will be happy to answer.
rev: (pic#12127749)

noctis lucis caelum | ffxv.

[personal profile] rev 2018-03-28 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
one — a hall divided (exhibition hall).
[ Noctis has been awake for a very brief amount of time. maybe it's been several days, maybe even just a few hours. one would imagine that there's plenty to want and need to learn after the influx of information that comes pouring out every time someone awakens from the stasis chamber, and the new workshops should be the best opportunity to do just that. one would imagine there would be no need to sleep for a while after being in a comatose state for several months.

unless you're Noctis, that is. if you're Noctis, you're going to be found asleep during one of said workshops, body slumped back in his chair and head tipped back as he makes no sly attempt to pass off his spontaneous nap. not that he's done it on purpose, mind you. a few minutes listening about the flora and culture of Olympia reminds him of his days as a kid with a private tutor, trying to cram as much information down his throat as they can.

it would probably be nice if someone wakes him up at some point, though. or not. maybe you draw something on his face or throw things in his general direction to see how much he sleeps through. have a blast. ]
two — blending in (exhibition hall).
Uhhh.

[ it's the first thing that sputters out past his lips as he is partnered up with someone. why? because he's the one that's been blessed ("blessed") with the role of Wyver King, which just so happens to trigger about eighteen things inside of him all at once. not only has he paid absolutely no attention to the Wyver side during all of this educational crap, he's now being told to be pretend king. he does not want to be pretend king. it's clear as day when his partner sees the hesitation in his face, and he scratches at the back of his neck before giving a pleading look. ]

Want to trade? I'd make a much better peasant or whatever you have than a king. —This is stupid. Can't believe we're getting judged by a projection.
three — social-linked.

●●●●○ THESA
NOCTIS LUCIS CAELUM
@noctfish (20), EOS

I WAS A: prince. (ex-)fiancé(?). avid gamer. professional fisherman.

I'M SKILLED IN: swordsmanship. riding chocobos. riding in cars. riding people's backs. not acting like a prince.

I'M LOOKING FOR: a manservant, bodyguard and wingman. no prior experience required.

ALSO, I'M: wanting to go back into the stasis pod already.


four — wildcard!
( send me a pm or hit me up on plurk @ [plurk.com profile] sustain if none of the above prompts work and you'd like to do something! thank. )
america: (025)

iv.

[personal profile] america 2018-03-28 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
No, they aren't.

[ Hey, buddy. It's good to see you.

Steve comes up from behind Tony, arms crossed over his chest, expression marked with mild surprise.

(And relief. Jesus Christ, there's relief in there too.)

The last time he'd spoken to Tony, they'd decided to keep an eye on Brock Rumlow, make sure he didn't do anything anyone would regret. And then the riots had happened, and if that wasn't bad enough, half of Olympia's and Wyver's refugees (and civilians caught in the crossfire) were very recently taken captive, him included.

(Not one of his better moments.)

When he'd woken up, the news that Tony, Thor and Bucky had gone back into stasis was a hard pill to swallow, and once he was well enough to go, Steve was determined to come up to Thesa and see for himself.

What a surprise to see his old frenemy up and about. ]


Not about this anyway.
never_seemecoming: (ears in)

[personal profile] never_seemecoming 2018-03-28 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
He doesn't mind Germans as a whole. And as for Strucker himself, well, Pietro had volunteered for those experiments. Still, it's not like he's going to miss the man at all.

"Where does he belong?"
panzersoldat: (hot beef)

weed. jk it's not fun weed.

[personal profile] panzersoldat 2018-03-28 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's a young man floating in the air. He's seen some very strange things, but this is pretty new. He looks from the young man to the strange green thing and back.

For a moment, he tries to figure out how to go forward without stepping on anything strange. ]


I don't have a ladder, but I think I can reach. [ He's over 7 foot tall. Surely he can reach. Maybe. ]
coastal: (✧ you protag too hard)

[personal profile] coastal 2018-03-28 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
[okay but WHAT - ]

K-Kill...?!

[guess who hadn't thought of that. even a little bit.]
troublemancy: (pic#6824974)

workshop, cracks knuckles

[personal profile] troublemancy 2018-03-28 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
The exhibition is the place of most immediate interest, but a man, even a dead one, must eat. Dying gives one a shocking appetite, and if Kelsier's surprised that it's not as permanent as he thought it'd be, that remains to be commented upon. This is a place so utterly unlike the Final Empire that his curiosity burns brighter than his anger.

He's perched somewhere high up and comfortable, unseen by those below, when he sees her at the table, choosing one of the little cakes he himself had picked earlier. There's a brief — no, he cannot, should not disappear. The clothes he's wearing are those he arrived in, hair still peppered with ash, blood long dried on the shirt, but visible. The swirl of the mistcloak will not keep it all hidden.

But it's Vin, Vin, and he's smiling already just seeing her. Something soft and fond that she can't see, that transmutes instantly to mischief.

He just burns steel and pushes slowly at one of the spoons next to her. But no coppercloud to go with it, if she wants to find the Allomancer responsible she can easily pin him down. There is nowhere to run to, to disappear. (Nowhere to die.)

Then, as she looks up, cheerfully waves.
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[personal profile] hellicious 2018-03-28 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
My dear boy, desire is almost my middle name. Or it would be, if I had one. I specialize in it. You'd be surprised what it is one most desires. I had one fellow state a very intense desire to open a hotel for cats. I'll take naked orgies with whipped cream and jello shots over that, thank you.

[Still smiling, Lucifer did so love to poke fun at the stodgy types.]

I suppose. Friends. Frenemies. Random people who you get teamed up with. It isn't a solo sport.
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[personal profile] steponme 2018-03-28 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
[He fidgets when he's scooped up, not... really sure how to deal with this gracefully? He can't really stand for how top-heavy his wings make him, so he's just kind of weirdly crouched in her palm.]

It was one of the men who called himself an Orbiter. I believe he said his name was Zasere?

[Suddenly it's all so clear, probably.]

He was saying we could learn new powers if we cooperated with them, and offered to let me test one. But he didn't explain anything else before he left me here.
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[personal profile] colorature 2018-03-28 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Just Kanye shrug.]

I don't need more power, I already have a lot!