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ɴᴀᴛʜᴀ orbiters ❰ mod collective ❱ ([personal profile] natha) wrote in [community profile] elnyan2018-06-29 03:05 pm
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❪ test drive #6 ❫

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 —

We were mistaken to think we should not intervene. Dangers far beyond what should exist on this planet lurk beyond even our sight. Poor Ysverai's resurrection is only a portent of what threatens this world. El Nysa must remain frozen in time until we have found a way to repair the damage the High Dragon has wrought. But repair it we will. We give you this promise.

We are sorry for leaving you in your time of need. There was greater danger, or so we thought. The Storm, for the first time, had somehow encroached beyond our shields. Blinded to what was occurring on the planet, we believed it safe to turn our sight from the planet… Safe to leave our physical forms entirely, for we needed the energy to ward off the Storm. We withdrew ourselves from our aspect that we call Thesa, and in doing so left you vulnerable. We can only hope you will forgive us.

Still, we must ask your aid, for both your sake, and for all life on this fragile planet. Please, leave the matter of Ysverai's curse in our hands. Ready yourselves to journey to Nadril and find how the High Dragon's resurrection was hidden from our sight. We will do all in our power to repair El Nysa, but you should prepare yourselves well. We fear there is yet greater danger ahead, both from the Storm and from what lies obscured on the planet.

CLEAN-UP CREW    

While everything has wound down significantly from the strife and destruction of battle, the frozen image of Ysverai, the massive, rotten dragon, and the hole he tore in El Nysa's sky, on several screens of the station is a constant reminder of what took place. New and old refugees alike will notice that prolonged exposure to these images will leave them with a disquiet that gradually builds to actual pain. The discomfort starts from a crawling sensation, insects over skin, and gradually becomes unbearable. They will begin to hear the cries of Ysverai’s pain and suffering, first whispers, then echoes, then wails. Even after Refugees tear their eyes away from this footage, a strange itching sensation remains beneath their skin for several minutes.

The dragon isn’t a matter for them to deal with, however. Darma made it clear that the Natha will find a solution. For now, everyone is encouraged to assist in the clean-up of the cities currently frozen in time. However, in interest of the current events and the fact that the refugees still have much to prepare for, they will be offering this help remotely.

Several stations are set up where refugees can remote control drones to map out areas and pick up some of the lighter weight debris. Those more well versed technology are encouraged to assist those who may be having trouble getting started with the unfamiliar Natha tech. It seems like it’ll definitely take some getting used to, though. On the bright side, they’re pretty durable drones so if at first you don’t succeed, press the next button? To keep morale high during the clean-up efforts, one of the Natha have set up large hoops around dumpsites and a scoreboard program in the control room, though there's no sign of any directions or rules to be found. That's right, you can play a mechanized version of… some sort of game while you're helping clean up El Nysa. Just make sure you don't get too carried away with competitive spirit!

For those looking to pilot something more heavy-duty, there are also cockpits set up for remote control piloting of basic mecha. These are very similar to the VR simulations offered on the station. However, they will not work without a partner. To be able to successfully move one of these, two refugees will be required to connect their minds and pilot in tandem. This may be a daunting task, but with the extensive structural damage to the cities, it's a necessary one. Piloting will require trust and cooperation to make it through. The more connected the pilots are, the more agile and powerful their mecha will be. For those who can’t seem to get on the same page, coordination will be a pipe dream.

PROBLEMS WITH THE SHIP    

By now it’s likely clear to all refugees, new and old, that for all that they may appear to be infinitely powerful, the Natha Orbiters have been shaken by the recent events on El Nysa. The details of Ysverai’s revival were somehow obscured from their view, and while they’re focusing their efforts on the planet, certain… abnormalities again begin to arise on Thesa Station.

The most prevalent of the problems plaguing the Station are the malfunctioning doors. Walking through a door that should lead to a bedroom or kitchen (or, for the truly unfortunate, a toilet) will suddenly take refugees somewhere entirely different and possibly even new. And while this may lead to some accusations of breaking and entering, at least these mishaps can be quickly rectified by an apology and a hasty exit. That is, unless the door refuses to open again — the locks also seem to be malfunctioning.

Still, those that find themselves transported somewhere familiar, though off-limits, should consider themselves lucky. Thesa Station is far more vast than most refugees are aware, and some of them might find themselves wandering into a uniquely sticky laboratory. This area appears to serve no purpose other than to house dozens of slimes. These slimes appear not only in a variety of fun colours, but with a variety of not-so-fun abilities ranging from harmless (spitting bubbles) to deadly (spitting fire). Regardless of what abilities a slime possesses however, they are all relentlessly friendly, and characters will need to be careful not to accidentally bringing one out with them once they manage to escape.

Unfortunately, that’s not the only situation to escape from. Whether it’s in the mess hall or the bathroom, many will find themselves suddenly rising off the ground. … with everything else in the room, too! It seems like gravity control is also on the fritz. Fortunately, most open spaces aboard the station have a small control panel that can correct these effects. The only problem is getting there. Hopefully at least one of you refugees took that anti-gravity safety course.

SUMMER TURNS TO WINTER    

The news that the refugees should begin preparations for a return to El Nysa may come as a surprise given that the planet still remains frozen, but it appears there is one community that has somehow withstood Darma’s intervention: an area known as Nadril where time continues to flow freely. Not much information is available regarding this destination, other than the fact that it is isolated, and, more importantly, that it is cold.

(Maybe characters should consider the malfunctioning thermostat plunging the temperature to below zero in certain areas on the station as preparation for their upcoming journey!)

There are other resources available for those itching to take action, of course. There will be a new supply pack delivered to each room containing gear meant to withstand freezing temperatures — both clothing and storage gear to keep water rations from freezing. Characters will also be alerted to new training programs available in the VR room that are designed to assist with survival in the snowy regions of Nadril.

The training programs will consist of a variety of tutorials that will assist in winter survival. Naturally, there will be courses on how to start fires, find food, and build igloos to withstand the frigid temperatures, but that’s not all. Due to the Natha testing their systems, there will occasionally be strange occurrences. For example, refugees may experience a snowball or two pelting them from out of nowhere, or they may suddenly find themselves being cloaked by a snow yeti costume, amongst many other inconveniences. Hopefully that doesn’t detract from the lessons to be learned here, as some of the training programs can include extreme weather survival, including the perils of snow storms or avalanches.

SOCIAL-LINKED(in)   
By some miracle, there are still some quieter parts of the hall. This may be an appropriate time to check out your smartphone. 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    

During this time of crisis, the Natha have done their utmost to ensure the safety of those in cryosleep. However, due to the nature of recent events, they will be asking some refugees to do a quick check on some of the pods in the stasis unit. While they are definitely looking for any damage that may have occurred over these past few weeks, they also seem interested in getting a deeper insight into some of the occupants.

On each control panel for the pods, there's a new application, asking observers to add notes and commentary — the Natha are looking for a more personal understanding of their sleeping occupants. Refugees are tasked with providing evaluations of the sleepers, based on both their knowledge of those from their homes and on what they can observe just by examining them in their repose. The application asks for how useful you think the pod's occupant would be in a crisis, what their skills are, what their best feature is, if you'd take them with you for a long walk on the beach, and so on… And, of course, all answers must be recorded out loud. Anyone passing by could overhear these evaluations, flattering or less than.

FINAL OOC NOTES    
As always, feel free to wildcard prompts within Thesa Station!

These threads may be carried over as game canon if players choose. Players are encouraged to submit TDM threads as application samples, but they are not required. Please direct any OOC questions to the questions thread below.

New players may submit an AC-length thread HERE from this TDM for 2 Natha REP. In addition, old players who have not submitted rep for the Hour of Ruin log may also submit a TDM thread for 2 Natha REP. The due date for submission is July 15 11:59 PM EST.

For this application cycle, there will be a cap of 60 and no reserves. Applications will be open on July 9 12:01 AM EST and end on July 13 11:59 PM EST. Thank you!

thatgoodnight: (31 did i remember a condom)

[personal profile] thatgoodnight 2018-07-01 10:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Noctis almost missed her when first he turned away from the images, because she's so short but so desparate is he to muffle the piteous screams of the dragon that looks everywhere, and -- honestly, after all the revelations of waking up here, that there's a very small girl with pointy ears here barely even merits a blink. Her voice is deeper than he expects, though, and that jars him enough to do a bit of a double take at her.

He looks at her trembling hand but does not follow the gesture; he doesn't want to look at the wretched thing anymore.]


... why?

[Why must the dragon know only suffering? Why did someone bring it back? Why try to destroy this world at the end of all things?]
thatgoodnight: (31 thank you for everything)

[personal profile] thatgoodnight 2018-07-01 10:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Noct's clothes are probably gonna be ruined at this point, with all these cute slimes, uh, sliming all over them, but it's so nice to play with cute friendly things - even if they're kind of sticky - that he doens't evne mind. It's so natural for Prompto to join in admiration of the happy critters, that when Noctis hears his best friend's voice, he doesn't even question it. Instead, his smile widens a bit, and he glances up from the one he's carefully scraping off his sleeve, ready to ask if Prompto has any idea what they eat --

except Prompto stops mid sentence, and though it takes a moment for Noct's brain to catch up with the present, he too finds himself reezing for a moment because wait a minute... Prompto is here too?! And looks like how he - no, not how he remembers last but before then and suddenly this is all even more confusing than he thought. He's not sure whether this makes it all more or less like a dream, but either way the way Prompto's looking at him...

Noctis attempts a smile, though worry and confusion furrow his brow beneath bangs in need of a good trim.]


Uh -- hey, Prompto.

[He ... should definitely say something else, right? Right. This is the ideal time to say something that would answer all the questions in Prompto's eyes and somehow magically make things not awkward, except he's pretty much drawing a blank on any other words... like... at all, because whatever memories he should have of this place aren't there, and as far as he's concerned, he wasn't sure he'd ever see Prompto or - or anyone else again. Just... give him a moment.]
expiable: (069.)

[ sobbing in russian ]

[personal profile] expiable 2018-07-01 10:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ Natasha doesn't normally stay in five-star accommodation unless an operation calls for it — and when it does, there's no time for pay-per-view. It's a fantasy for the both of them, strung together from what people expect of an international super spy (nat watches plenty of films on planes, these days).

James Bond has it easy, she thinks, as she unloads her pack of supplies. Some wood, rations, water, a sleeping bag. More than they would have given her at the Red Room. ]


They aren't my first aliens. [ said neutrally, with a casual roll of her shoulders. Aliens still throw her off, undeniably, but the feeling won't show in her trained features. At least the Natha want something. An intelligent, goal-oriented player can be managed. And while she doesn't trust them, she won't shit-talk them in their own simulation system. ]

And most humans can't admit they were wrong. [ She was wrong about Tony Stark in her initial S.H.I.E.L.D. report. Maybe she'll tell him that, when he awakens. ]

[ Her gaze shifts back to Ava. ]

What about you?

[ Natasha can sense something between herself and the girl, thicker than the snow flurries. ]
unprays: (vqx7)

ship problems, ii

[personal profile] unprays 2018-07-01 11:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ the moment she hears that the place they'll be going is supposed to be very cold, Sansa feels excited despite the unknown and the horror that is past them, now — Olympia was more akin to the north, and yet she longs for winter, for snow, for her breath leaving puffs in the air in the cold.

and so she prepares: in her rooms there are still the cloaks and heavy dresses she had from Winterfell and left behind as they were too heavy on the planetside, and those she starts to line with furs, making them heavier, warmer.

she's in the middle of embroidering a very nice, silvery wolf's head on the back of a cloak as the door opens suddenly and a boy some years younger than her barges in.

(hopefully Peter ignores the way she suddenly grips the needle like she's about to hurl it at him despite the inefficiency of such a movement, how she subtly inches towards the gun she has stashed underneath her pillow.)
]

You didn't know the door to a room went to a room?
expiable: (077.)

[personal profile] expiable 2018-07-01 11:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ A cursory scan of him reveals little more than the pipe. Not as scarred as he should be, though. Magic or aliens? Both, perhaps. Underneath her leather jacket, widow's bite is her weapon of choice. It's surprisingly suited to an assailant wielding close-range metal, even if Rumlow knows better than to underestimate her. He makes the wise decision to place the table between them. While Natasha doesn't consider it an olive branch, it serves as an indication that a fight can be delayed, if nothing else.

Her expression is unchanged beyond a blink. ]


No one says noob anymore, Rumlow.

[ She gently closes the brochure and places it on the table, reaching for the wine bottle.

It's a screw cap, not cork. Worth wasting on his head, if need be, although she only intends to pour herself a drink for the time being. ]
unprays: (vqVK)

02 - a

[personal profile] unprays 2018-07-01 11:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ it is a routine, now, a weekly duty she pays to her family, more subdued now that others have woken up and yet again, she walks by the pod of her lady mother, her lord father, her brothers and her sister, all sleeping away while she and Jon and still awake. how it pains her to see Robb here, when she remembers how he looked, smiling and laughing in their shared house in Olympia — how she in vain tried to pray to the Old Gods and the New that please, if he could wake and live again, she should be content to sleep, that she would trade her health for Robb's.

the Gods did not care any more of her prayers now as they had in King's Landing.

she doesn't mean to overhear the horse-lady (and seven hells, when did it become commonplace for her, to not even startle upon seeing such a woman, perhaps it was sometime when she befriended a talking raccoon), and yet, the words she whispers resonate so strongly within her that she halts in her steps, quiet as she's tried to be passing by. they all come here to be alone, after all.
]

They don't care, [ she says quietly, bitterly. ] They let the best of us sleep, or give us nothing but some stolen days with them before returning them back to these cells, and leave those who are nowhere near their equal walk here, awake and healthy.
unprays: (vqxJ)

iii. @lady

[personal profile] unprays 2018-07-01 11:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ perhaps to a Lannister, power would always be power, but Sansa had been raised on both the words of Cersei and those of Lord Baelish, and in the absence of power, knowledge would have to do. as little as she likes using the device, she's long since realized just how useful it is: following the discussions over the network, the things people reveal when speaking to each other... as well as searching through countless of new profiles, for those newly awakened. a far easier method of seeing whether there were people she knew who'd woken up than running aimlessly around the station, hoping to run into someone.

which is why when she reads the name, along with the description, she wastes no time sending a message.

(easier like this, too, to speak to a Lannister. there was only one she would willingly seek out to speak to, face to face, and he still slept.)
]

I'm afraid everyone you're looking for is still asleep, Ser Jaime. Though why you would look for the Hound instead of your sister eludes me.

[ spoken, but without video; she is not so cruel as to type it all. ]
companioning: war stories (I come to you in pieces)

Inara Serra | Firefly

[personal profile] companioning 2018-07-01 11:22 am (UTC)(link)
a. Ship Problems
    She was use to being on ships. After all she'd lived on Serenity for the last year, though this ship was... much bigger than the Firefly class cargo ship. Still, in her mind a ship was a ship and truly, it shouldn't have been that hard to find her way around.

    In theory at least.

    She hadn't accounted for the malfunctioning doors that kept popping her out in random areas of the ship.She'd managed to find herself in a number of rooms she had no business in, a kitchen and now, she seemed to be in some sort of storage room.

    Pressing her lips together in slight annoyance, she tried to open the door but found that it was either locked or stuck, she didn't know which, nor did she really care. She just wanted out. She sighed and tried the door again, but nothing still. Perfect. Just her luck really.

    She pounded on the door as yelled, "Bāngbāng wǒ! Can anyone hear me?! Hello?!" She pressed her ear against the door, hoping to hear someone on the other side talking.



b. Social-Linked(in)

●●●●○ THESA
Inara Serra
@companioning (?!), Sihnon

I WAS A: Companion

I'M SKILLED IN: archery and swordplay, I speak Mandarin plus a number of other languages, and I'm able to pilot own shuttle

I'M LOOKING FOR: my friends.

ALSO, I'M: quite fond of tea and dancing
impavid: (❖ Until love can find me)

a

[personal profile] impavid 2018-07-01 11:32 am (UTC)(link)
John is tired.

He's tired for a multitude of reasons, but the ship behaving oddly is just sort of the icing on the cake in this situation. He's shuffling along the hallway in black sweatpants and a panda t-shirt in search of something to eat when the muffled sound catches his attention. Someone banging on a door. Someone-- stuck? He sighs and backs up a few steps, squints at it then hesitantly places a hand on the door. Open, he thinks, then jerks his hand back as it obeys and he meets the eyes of the person behind it.

Then immediately realises how ruffled and weird he looks. His skin is covered in pale splotches where it's visible, healing from the dragon fight, and his t-shirt has never seen an iron. Not to mention his hair just refuses to be tamed.

He lowers his hand awkwardly, offers her a smile before realising -- she's in... a closet?

"Hi," he manages. Then -- "If this is some kind of metaphor I think you've taken it a little too far."
warmare: (崩壊)

[personal profile] warmare 2018-07-01 11:35 am (UTC)(link)
What is wrong with you? With all of you?

[It feels like she's the only sane person in a sea of madness. He's so calm, and he isn't the only one she's seen like that, the only one who walked through this bizarre place as if it were normal.

Were all other "worlds" like this, that they were so unphased?]


What peace is there to be found here? Our worlds are gone. Everyone we know sleeps like the dead!

[And what a fool she was... to snap and demand answers from what must be a madman.]
companioning: shindig (What a peculiar state we're in)

[personal profile] companioning 2018-07-01 11:44 am (UTC)(link)
She'd been about to yell again when the door was suddenly yanked open. She let out an audible sigh of relief and honestly she didn't rightly care what the man looked like who had freed her from the supply closet. All that mattered to her right then was that she was no longer trapped.

Flashing him a warm smile, she began to step around him and out of the closet. Her smile faltered though when he spoke and truly, she had no idea what he was talking about. A metaphor? What in...??

"Shénme? I'm sorry, I don't rightly know what you're talking about. What sort of metaphor are you talking about?" She stared at him, her confusion written clearly on her features, but then she remembered... He'd opened the door for her! "Oh! Thank you, I should have said that right away. I don't even know how long I was stuck in there," she said, her gaze flickering momentarily to the closet and then it was right back on him. "Thank you, truly."
companioning: serenity (And you'll be the only one for me)

stasis

[personal profile] companioning 2018-07-01 11:50 am (UTC)(link)
Inara sighed as she made her way down the rows of stasis pods. She didn't rightly know why she was doing this to herself, but she had to make sure. Had to make sure that the others were here. Kaylee, Wash, Zoe, Shepherd Book, Simon, River... Mal and well, even Jayne she supposed.

She heard a familiar voice coming from a row not far from where she was and she paused, her eyebrows knitting together for a moment and then she was all but running towards that voice.

She saw her before she heard her again, and Inara was letting out a breath she hadn't even been aware that she was holding. "River!" And then she was moving again, her arms extending out towards the younger woman. "Mèimei, are you all right?"

Loaded question she knew, but it was River who looked to be all in one piece.
illuminating: (pic#7811228)

[personal profile] illuminating 2018-07-01 11:56 am (UTC)(link)
[She's taken a neutral, borderline lazy position beside him, listening to him talk. And again her ears bounce up attentively when he shows by example his idea to help her communicate some things to him. It's really clever, no one's ever suggested such a thing before, and she lets a soft groan in astonishment.

It's sweet, on top of it. Somehow, he understands that she can understand, that she probably has much to share, despite the physical inability to do so. Whines aren't always a sound of distress, sometimes they're helpless noise of excitement or gladness. In this case, she's in awe and appreciation of him, high-pitched chorus rising out of her.

Has she been here before? One paw raises to mimic the tapping of Ren's hand from a moment ago, just once, for yes, long claws clacking faintly on the tiled floor.]
warmare: (wait)

[personal profile] warmare 2018-07-01 12:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[The voice is so quite that Hayame almost overlooks it, can almost ignore it in favor of staring at the face of the man that she'd thought- Perhaps-

Perhaps, if things had been different... if they were not to die-

But she cannot be so foolish as to bare her back nor feminine weakness to a potential enemy, and so she turns to look over her shoulder, (and down, standing at she did over seven feet tall). It's a young human woman- no threat. Or so she thinks.]


... You claim they are truly sleeping?

[They look dead. She's speaking to the program because it's all she can do, but... how could they be alive? They're too still. Are they even breathing?]
illuminating: (pic#7829647)

[personal profile] illuminating 2018-07-01 12:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[No more trouble than anyone else. She waves her tail faintly, responding to the attempt he puts into stroking her, and it's true that she's softness and warmth. Only for a moment, though, because his hands are like ice and surely his fingers will cramp, so she bows her head to his exposed hand, and unabashedly licks it. Not just a lick, but she laps, as animals will, caring nothing for manmade societal rules. Her goal is singular and simple: to keep him from freezing to death, although would he just return to reality? Hopefully she's at least showing him that he ought to bring along more cover, maybe some gloves, in the real-world.

She's very doting. Wolves will do such things to pups to warm them up again, to bathe them, to stimulate blood back to the surface and into moving. When she's satisfied that his hand isn't in any danger, she yawns, ears pinning back, before rounding him, and finally, she paws at his hands to get them into his lap, then she follows, laying over them to keep them toasty, the mass of her sprawling over his lap to shelter him.

Not a small thing, it leaves her legs curled off him, her head resting on the little cavern floor, but she weights herself with careful precision. Not so heavy that she's crushing him, mindful in this way, but enough that she's like some breathing rug protecting him from the painful chill.]
illuminating: (pic#7811266)

space.

[personal profile] illuminating 2018-07-01 12:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ah. This happened to her, the first she was here, and it was particularly unfair because she had just been about to sink her teeth into a fat steak when it spiraled away from her. And truthfully, having last been on Earth during the Yayoi Period she forgets that it's even possible to turn the gravity off.

She's almost in equal predicament, having caught hold of some crevice in the design of the wall with the only means she has to cling to anything: by the mouth. At least she remembers how to turn it back on, having watched others do it before, but she doesn't want to let go. Humans have the advantage of two hands. It was by pure chance she was able to steady herself, rather poorly, as she has now.

And his irritation is met with her own, a mixture of groans and non-threatening growls. If a lupine faced being can make an incredulous, unamused expression, that would be the case now. She can't answer his question, either verbally or with accuracy, but maybe if he pays attention to her, she can get him to swim through the air down to the control panel. So ears come up earnestly, and complaining growls morph into urgent whining, and she tries to paw the wall she's latched herself to to get his attention, if she hasn't already.

It makes her hind legs slip, however, and half of her floats upwards, while she grapples with both forepaws to get a better grip. It's very uncomfortable. Please, look this way, young man. Please, be observant of your elders. They can make it through together, with a little thinking and teamwork.]
npa: (pic#12401284)

[personal profile] npa 2018-07-01 12:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ another small huff of humor. ] Ahah, is that so? Then, I will gladly accept your thanks.

[ but as collected as he seems, and as much as it contrasts with the flush of her cheeks, it seems there are something things that can still surprise him. it seems she has a lot of those moments. it seems he hasn't sufficiently read her.

still, he pockets this info. he appears a little more reserved at that. maybe even bashful is someone squints. he scratches the side of his cheek.
] I appreciate you saying so. Though you're charming yourself. Most of all, I think your will to help is commendable. Especially when most people in your position would be scared stiff. [ waking here and adjusting to the news amongst other inconveniences. well, he doesn't doubt that she has her trepidations, but that's exactly what made it impressive. her desire to be useful even beyond all of that.

plus, she genuinely did seem charming to him. delicate with a very gentle demeanor.
]
votum: (081)

[personal profile] votum 2018-07-01 12:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ as self-centered as Jaime was (and remains, in some aspects), he wouldn't immediately recognise her voice. however, after a few hours of fiddling with this device, he managed to activate the voice-to-text and audio command functions. its tinny voice tells him of an incoming call from "lady" and when he asks who that is, it tells him the name associated with the ID: SANSA STARK.

his stomach twists, all knots and tangles. even if he still possessed his sword hand, he couldn't cut through them. he takes the call, although only silence greets her.

because Sandor asked for me, he wants to say, and if I come alone, I can save you. Sansa Stark is his last chance at honour. If he saves her, he can tack a shred of respect to his rotten name. and no one will know that he kept a vow except Brienne, Sandor, and Sansa herself. ]


Lady Stark. [ he says stupidly, dumbstruck by her presence. what can he say to her, without Brienne here to speak for him. no one ever takes him the way he means, not since they named him Kingslayer. saving a maiden is a boy's dream — and the boy in him died long ago. ] The Hound has someone that I swore to protect.

[ and his sweet sister awaits a trial. he ignored her summons. What could he do? His vows to the King came first, and he'd lose a trial by combat against any of his fellow Kingsguard. And she's been fucking Lancel and Osmund Kettleblack and probably Moon Boy for all I know. ]
npa: (pic#12401297)

[personal profile] npa 2018-07-01 12:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ in truth, he hasn't, but ... it's not a lie to state that he had something planned. ]

You can leave that to me, yes.

So what's your answer?
Ah, of course there's no pressure!
If you're not interested, I can keep this secret with me.
Edited (i forgot a letter) 2018-07-01 12:29 (UTC)
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[personal profile] npa 2018-07-01 12:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it's not false or ludicrous of a concept. maybe them attempting to adjust could seem outrageous to some, especially after all they've been through. regardless, rei wasn't one to fall into a state of panic or despair. whether in the midst of a terrorist attack or engaging in less than savory activities under the guise of someone else entirely— well. he got around. honestly, while this was all jarring, he'd deal with this a thousand times over if it means he could still have an opportunity to complete his objectives. ... but even that seemed questionable at this point. was that possible anymore when the man he swore vengeance on remained still in his pod (a pod he presumes is there but hasn't had the will to visit yet).

hence, her words ... actually do resound and stick with him. it seems to reverberate within him for a few seconds. he appears thoughtful. before he shakes his head.
] You may be right, but I'm sorry that I can't stand here and expect things to change without doing something myself. [ it's a cold hearted truth. once he says them, he almost realizes how punitive it may have sounded and he adjusts his tone. ] Everyone else is likely in the same position.

[ just hanging in there and doing their best. ... except maybe that isn't entirely accurate for himself. but he's not about to correct himself or reveal what he's truly thinking. instead, he reverses the question. ] What would you like to do? [ what would appease her in a situation like this?

no matter how much he thinks it through, he can't see the answer.
]
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[personal profile] warmare 2018-07-01 12:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[How is he smiling? How does he stand there as if this was the most normal thing in the world, as if it wasn't completely mad. As if they can have a conversation, when not a foot away from her is a barrier, how thin or thick she cannot tell, but it is the only thing separating them from the stars.]

I did not ask you for such a "service". Do you expect gratitude?
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[personal profile] warmare 2018-07-01 01:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[She wasn't going to look- she had no hopes for life, for future, not any longer, but she did have hope that perhaps the person approaching would find common decency and turn about. But of course she isn't so fortunate, of course she isn't-]

I do not give a damn about your rights.

[Her world was not one of rights. Not for jinba... and barely even for most humans. The rights were those of the rich and the strong, and of the two of them she may not be rich, but-

She turns the gaze of a wounded animal upon him, tears streaking her face, sharp teeth bared.]


Leave me.
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[personal profile] hellzone 2018-07-01 01:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Yoshiko takes the hair ruffle without much complaint. She's way too interested in this guy and interested in his demonic abilities to be offended by something as simple as a hair ruffle.

Infernal. Is that what it's called? How positively hellish! Perfect for a fallen angel like herself! Though what does this guy mean she might not be ready for it? She's been ready her whole life!

"I'm certain I can master it!" Yoshiko exclaims, full of pep and bluster. And to prove her point, she attempts to recreate whatever Molly said in Infernal. Jury's out on what she said, but it inevitably was a 'my hovercraft is full of eels' level of fuck-up. Still, Yoshiko's looking determined and pumped up like she did it absolutely perfectly.

"There we go. A bit different from the languages of the damned that us fallen angels know, but I did a pretty good job!"
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[personal profile] hellzone 2018-07-01 01:18 pm (UTC)(link)
And on three, Yoshiko pushes with all of her might...

The door flies open. Since she didn't have as good a grip on something as You did with the handle, Yoshiko wipes out a bit and eats floor. She doesn't seem to mind, though. When she looks up, she's definitely a bit bruised, but the sight of You there, of someone she actually knows on this stupid spaceship, is enough for Yoshiko to hold off complaining just for a moment.

"You-chan!" she happily exclaims as she scrambles up to her feet, giving You a wide smile in the process. "I didn't know that anybody else from Aqours was awake!"
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[personal profile] hellzone 2018-07-01 01:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Cautiously, Yoshiko backs away from the door. And in the game of ripped old man vs door, the winner is ripped old man. Reinhardt manages to tear that door right off it's hinges.

And there's Yoshiko, inside the broom closet, watching all this with an expression of 'what the everloving fuck' on her face. To start with, she wasn't expecting anybody to rip off a door in the first place. But secondly, that guy looks old! She was expecting someone younger, like a movie superhero or something like that! If he was this strong when he was old, how strong was he when he was younger?

Yoshiko just gapes, not really moving from her spot in the broom closet because again, what the fuck. "Thanks," she eventually manages to stammer out, still a bit shocked about all this. "Did you rip that door off yourself?"