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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!

versianvirtue: (22)

[personal profile] versianvirtue 2018-07-05 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
I can accept whatever pace you choose to let me know about you. There is no rush.

I really ought to introduce myself, then! I am Asseylum Vers Allusia, former princess of the Vers Empire on Mars. Based on my conversations with other refugees, it doesn't seem like it's very common for Mars to have been colonized, but in my world, it was first accomplished by my grandfather. He discovered an ancient supercivilization, the Aldnoah, and inherited the power to activate their technology. It became the foundation of the social structure on Vers; everything revolved around the Aldnoah.

Of course, the Vers Empire is no more, but it was experiencing civil unrest due to a lack of resources. Some of those who swore fealty to my grandfather, the Orbital Knights, were also unsatisfied, and did everything in their power to get him to declare war on Earth so that Vers could lay claim to its bountiful resources, even deceiving him into thinking Earth was responsible for his granddaughter's assassination. It was a difficult political situation that I fought against, but never got to see the resolution of.
missionmaker: (not amused)

I'm sure they missed each other

[personal profile] missionmaker 2018-07-05 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
"I said Deathscythe was too slow for me," Heero mutters, his tone going from placid to somewhat aggrieved that he has to repeat himself. Obviously Duo knows that Heero did not, in fact, say that. However, that is what Heero thinks was said, and he doesn't see the problem with it or why Duo is so upset about it.

Heero's brows begin to knit together as he grows even more irritated that Duo is lecturing him on information that he already knows about Deathscythe's combat style. He's about ready to say something to that effect, until Duo continues on to finish his sentence. By then, Heero looks about as offended as Duo was. "I also fight. Zechs was never scared off by a buster rifle."
pathetique: (and will he not come again?)

[personal profile] pathetique 2018-07-05 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
Diva, Diva-- [He's a guppy, his mouth pleading both open and closed for a little bit of life. Ahh, she's always like this. She's always like this! And he loves her for it, he adores her above all else, but she's always like this, and he hasn't the means, right now, to temper it or her or even himself...

He lays his one hand over one of hers. It would be rotten of him to dampen her skin with his own shitty tears--he's already rotten. He knows that. But he can't sully her that way. She's all in white because she's the purest livelihood a world could manage. He takes in another gasp, trying to bury his own tears within himself. If he could swallow them, it would be better than swallowing blood. At least for Diva's sake. (Everything for Diva's sake.)

When he can speak again, his throat is raw.]
G-- Good morning. Good morning, my queen. How... How have you... [How are you? How have you been? But while his hand slides down the length of hers, touching along her wrist, her forearm, he finds that... it isn't good muslin or silk, like she should be wearing. It's gauzy like bandages. These are bandages. And there's this honey to her, too.] What is wrong with you? [he asks, flabbergasted--and then he colors, ashamed. He's spent too long out of her sight. But he's frightened by the feel of her, now, and his question has a note of panic, maybe tinged with Ophelia's burgeoning madness. He's telling himself, again, not to start crying, and all his words inside himself are cruel. He does deserve cruel words.]
colorature: (05)

[personal profile] colorature 2018-07-05 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
What's wrong?

[The sudden shift from gaping to shock has her blinking at him dumbly for a moment. Oh, right. The bandages. They must be strange to him, to see on someone like her, a creature impervious to everything that may try and harm her, wrapped up like a mummy.

Cruel is the furthest thing from Diva's mind though, as she keeps her palms steady against his cheeks, thumbs smoothing under his eyes as if to brush away tears that haven't fallen yet. For all her eccentricities and instincts, there is a sweet, darling side to her. She had played the part of a sister to a younger brother long ago and right now that fond, far away memory surfaces as she looks at her little favourite. Her darling companion.]


I got a little carried away in a fight with a dragon. Don't fret, I'll be fine.

[What? Sure, it sounds bizarre but it's the truth. Anyway, the state of her arms and legs isn't what's important to her right now. What is important is that he's finally awake and she'll be a little less alone now. Honestly? It's a relief.]

Did you have a nice nap? I was wondering when you'd wake up.
icingonthecake: (i'm in charge here)

[personal profile] icingonthecake 2018-07-05 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
A knight? Seriously, like the real deal? That's really cool.

I'm not being sarcastic, that is legitimately really cool.


[Westerosi? That sounds vaguely familiar... why does he feel like he's heard someone mention something like that before? Hm.]

There are a lot of unusual names around this place, I've found, but I guess what's unusual to me might not be unusual to everyone else. Since all of us refugees come from all over, I guess that's to be expected. The naming conventions of the people planetside are definitely not 'Westerosi' in nature, though.

You'll get used to this place. There's lots of doors and all the hallways look the same, but after a bit you start recognizing patterns. Where are ya? I might be able to give you directions. Or if you're close by, I could come show ya. Not like I have any big plans at the moment, anyway.
pathetique: (no,you don't listen)

[personal profile] pathetique 2018-07-05 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
[The violet of his eyes is drastic and dramatic--as are most things, where Charles is concerned. He's always bombastic in some way. He blinks his eyelashes, damp eyelashes, and they stick a little when they flutter. When he breathes again, it's smoother, deeper, slower. It's a balancing act, even though he's so lopsided.

He's still touching her hand. Now he steadies it so that he can turn his face into it, nuzzling into her palm, careful not to sob. He does whimper just a bit, but he's so careful. He could be very young, looking at him now. Never mind his face in the first place; he could be young for how he seeks her love right now.

That's just as shameful as anything else, of course. He only allows himself a moment of that, while he says,]
I had... I had a bad dream, Diva. [A nice nap? No, way more hellacious.] I had an awful, frightful, godawful dream. That-- That I was without you, and... there was so much...

[Just a moment of that. He only allows himself just a moment of that. Then he opens his eyes, looking past Diva's fingers to a sad middle distance, before he gathers himself up to the fullest of his little bit of height. He's still holding her hand in his. He wants to make sure he can kiss the back of her hand--and he does that once he's standing, once he can incline his head in reverence.]

Thank you. You're always the kindest queen. I'm-- No, don't mind it. Don't mind it, Diva. Don't mind me. Rather than that... [He lowers her hand and then releases it, respectfully. He's courtly.] Dragons. Dragons? What have they gotten you into? Who has tended to your beauty in this awful fucking place, my queen?
100nights: (pic#12408879)

gravity

[personal profile] 100nights 2018-07-05 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ Mika enters the room, unaware of the zero gravity controls being on fritz. He loses his grip of the ground it starts to affect him as well. He begins to drift in the air as if his body is weightless. It's a weird sensation, but since he lacks emotion, he doesn't panic. Although he does notice someone else in the center of the room, having a bit of the hard time.

Although this is a new experience for Mika, it's annoying. He couldn't move the way he wants, and propelling himself in the air, requires a lot of effort. Though to stop the shrieking from the noisy ball in the center of the room. He withdraws his sword, and allows the swings it to cause a gust of wind. The wind is strong enough to reach the other. Mika grabs a bit of the stranger's cloak and yanks it so it unravels around the other.]


Enough.

[He orders what seems to be a young boy. He can get a sense that the other isn't exactly human either. Though he ignores it for now, looking away from the boy and locating the control panel on the way.]

We need to normalize the room with that panel. Can you handle that?

[If not, Mika has no problem figuring it out on his own.].
justbeginning: (oh god no they really don't.)

[personal profile] justbeginning 2018-07-05 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ That's what the kids call a fair and valid school of thought. Elizabeth finds herself smiling again, one a little more substantial, as she meets his eye. ]

Well, it's half about your point of view and half about how high your security clearance is. [ ... okay. ] Maybe mostly the security clearance. Ice loses its charm a few days in.
pathetique: (there's a daisy)

[personal profile] pathetique 2018-07-05 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
[Mikaela may be graceful, but Charles is struggling like a litter of kittens stuffed inside a sack. The grasping of his cloak doesn't help this. In fact, it might spur him on more, worse, and with stronger thrashing--he tries to growl, and he does sound angry, but ultimately it's a lot more of a yelp. Still, he's unraveled. He just hasn't the grace enough even to be thankful.

In fact...]


Do you think I know about a single fucking thing here? [he gasps. He's just windmilling again. If he's not careful--and he's not inclined toward being careful--he's just going to tangle himself up again. Look, the sight of a sword hasn't exactly been soothing. Charles is trying to prickle like the worst sort of porcupine.] What do I look like I can handle right now? How meager is the turd you have inside your skull? I-- [Yes, well, he's panicking. He's not lordly at all, as much as he hates to be lowly.] If you can fix it--then do!

["Please," he means.]
colorature: (42)

[personal profile] colorature 2018-07-05 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Ah, she's missed this. Why had he been away from her side for so long? And just how long had it been at that? She's bad with time, always has been, especially when there's no point in counting it anymore. What a terrible dream indeed, he seems to have had. Perhaps he'd been resting even before this? Vietnam must've tuckered him out something fierce.

The kindest queen, huh? Before she'd never have doubted it, but a lot has happened in a few short months. She's been freed from her cage, so to speak, and with minimal supervision she's met quite the slew of characters and people - some who would agree with the sentiment shared and others who would think he's speaking nonsense. She retracts her hand when it's offered back to her, letting it hang useless by her side. He may always be courtly, but Diva lacks the grace her title bestows upon her at times.]


Mm, well...Solomon is the only one awake besides you...but he's busy a lot. He works.

[A lot, mind you, and frankly it pisses her off. She craves attention, after all, and because of a lack of it she's had to find other sources.]

But I've found others who don't seem to mind tending to me when I ask them to.

[Read: she's got a fucking harem.]
colorature: (32)

[personal profile] colorature 2018-07-05 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
[She doesn't have to open her mouth to be alluring to most. It's simply her nature to be appealing and charming, even if her actions can cause quite the contradiction.]

I don't see why I couldn't? I charmed the king of Wyver, after all.

[And won a contest that netted her a neat dragon scale pendant and 500 gold. Look, she's proud of that accomplishment, okay, and it shows, her chest puffing up a little like a proud peacock.]

I'm quite good with lullabies.

[That...might not be the answer he's looking for or expecting, but she means what she says quite literally. She's sung a few people to sleep who'd had trouble so far.]
pathetique: (and you're scared,and you're sure)

[personal profile] pathetique 2018-07-05 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
[His head has been bowed, again in respect, showing deference to her presence--but he raises it, both sudden and halting, when she says--] Solomon. Solomon? [His lip curls, and the soft apples of his cheeks are dimpling in a grimace.] Solomon? He's here--he's busy--he works--Diva. That son-- [Of a bitch, of course. But Charles' eyes flick over to the stasis pod, and to the pure white lilies. And to the boy inside.

Paling, he turns his face away from it completely. That means he's not looking at Diva, either. Instead, he's curling into his cloak. You know, now that he's down to one arm, he looks even smaller than before...

He's sullen, his chin tipped low, but he raises his eyes back to her after a tense moment.]


You've been nurtured? You've not been mishandled, I presume? Diva.

[The bat in him is lurking just beneath.]
colorature: (09)

[personal profile] colorature 2018-07-05 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a small shake of her head at the question, in a bid to ease his worries. That's all she sees on his face right now - worry. She may have been blind to it before (or rather, she didn't care) but like the Grinch her heart has been growing in size on the regular lately. It's as problematic as it sounds.

Out comes a hand to rest atop his head, to smooth his hair from the crown and back. His little cowlick pops up immediately, which has her smiling despite herself. She's always found it cute, that little piece.]


I've been fed and cared for. Not as grandly as I'm used to, but I've learned to adapt. I've lived in worse conditions before.
pathetique: (frail as antique earthenware)

[personal profile] pathetique 2018-07-05 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Ahh. There's no palm like hers. There is no blessing like the blessing of her hand--God's own palm could not be so good a cradle. Charles blinks when his cowlick springs back up once her touch passes.]

Diva... My queen, you shall have all grandly, all grander than that--all shall be grand, now that I'm here. I won't... I won't let you fall to neglect. Anything within my power... [His power is awfully fucking small, though, isn't it. His brothers showed him that. Vietnam showed him that. His death, himself a blight unto the end, certainly showed him that. Even so...] Diva, I'll do fucking anything. Please know that. I was gone, and it was a really bad dream. But please know that.
npa: (pic#12401299)

[personal profile] npa 2018-07-05 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ ah, there it is again, he thinks. it isn't simply just a lack of confidence, but something deeper. ... or so he gets the impression. naturally, he has no concept of what this stems from— self-deprecatory words took many forms and derived from the most curious places at times. regardless, he presses his index fingers against his own lips, before drawing it outwards, almost as if to do the same to her.

that is, before he just ... winks.
] That's not the case at all. At the very least, I think very differently. I am something of a detective in training. You could say I have an eye for people... [ his expression then dissolves into something marginally more easygoing. ]

But, I believe the same. Doing something is always more effective than doing and thinking nothing at all.
notwagging: <user name="bittenbittern"> (1)

[personal profile] notwagging 2018-07-05 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
Right, but getting dirty is the best part. And staying dirty is also important, too.

[ he tilts his head. ]

Ah... none of my friends make it. Even the one who introduced me to the lotion didn't make his own. He was trying to sell it to others.

[ arms around his body, Keaton hums in thought. ]

A store? Nah. Well, maybe. But it won't be as good as what you put on. That stuff is really good. Sadly it doesn't taste like anything much.
notwagging: (55)

[personal profile] notwagging 2018-07-05 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ BUT SHE'S NOT ALONE she now has a good wolf friend. not many can say they have one of those. ]

I don't know any of those places, but that seems like a lot! [ he doesn't really know any dancers. at least, any that would openly do so. ] I bet you could learn a lot of dances, there's a lot of people from different worlds.

[ whether they'd perform in that way is another thing, though. ]

Maybe you could show me sometime.
colorature: (39)

[personal profile] colorature 2018-07-05 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
It was a bad dream, wasn't it? I think I had one similar.

[She'd asked the others where he'd gone and none of them would answer. Eventually, she'd been distracted away from her worries about her favourite devotee...but here he was, awake and ready to serve her.

Honestly? She feels pretty lucky.]


I know you'll do your best. You always do, for me.

[Unlike the others he's never disappointed her. Even Amshel has left her feeling sour on more than one occasion.]

With you here I feel more grand already.
warmare: (恐慌)

[personal profile] warmare 2018-07-05 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
[What are even air quotes???

To her, it just looks as if he is miming clawing at something.]


I would rather die on my own four legs on the ground than wherever this is.

[She'd seen glimpses out the window, but has not yet allowed herself to look. She knew... if she did, there might be no looking away from the siren call of infinite black.]

If it is not sorcery, then what do you call this insanity?
dancerefresher: (a music man)

[personal profile] dancerefresher 2018-07-05 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Do you mean: Olivia now has a puppy friend]

Three countries. I did a little more travelling, but that was mostly as part of an army, not as a performaner.

[She does look wistful though, her hand coming up to toy with her braid again.]

Maybe if I'm lucky, they'll teach me their dances...? Oh! I-if you want me to perform, I can.

Anytime.
violentbeauty: (Default)

[personal profile] violentbeauty 2018-07-05 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[He's already spent some time in this confined space.He waited patiently for the door to eventually open. However instead of his exit, another occupant comes into the bathroom with him. He seems like a nice man, someone he can trade pretty secrets with, but he doesn't plan to wait much longer.

The electricity surges into the door, and there's a few moments, before there' a small explosion. Probably the panel overloading from the electrical pulse. It isn't long before the door is sliding open. To where it will lead, Yukari has no idea. Though at least, they wouldn't be stuck here.

He looks back to Ren with an accomplished smile.]


Ta-dah! Shall we go?
pathetique: (in matters of love loss)

[personal profile] pathetique 2018-07-05 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
[And Charles can only think about how much he's disappointed her. How much of a disappointment he is, and has been, and mustn't be ever again. He can only think of how much he let her down. His benevolent queen, always breathtaking, whether she's outraged and drenched in somebody's blood, or petting him like she does now. He still wants to cry. He even rubs at his eyes with his wrist--just a little. Then he's hiding in his cloak again, and he's trying not to let his mind stray to how his cloak should be tattered and bloodied from his own death. He can hardly imagine how his sulking before a boy in a pod, with shitty little paper flowers, these carnations all intricate and pathetic, can have made anything grand.]

I didn't think I'd see you, [he says at last.] But you found me. I thought I would always be too far away to find.
dancerefresher: (seen her)

[personal profile] dancerefresher 2018-07-05 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
[She peeks up at the motion, but...ah. What is he doing...what...oh. She blew out a breath, thankful that he was just teasing, a little.

Her nose wrinkles briefly as she toys with one of her braids.]


A detective? That sounds impressive.

[In short: she has no idea what that is, but she's pretty sure it suits him. He's clever, observant. Surely he has something that suits him. But she doesn't address what he sees; the conversation won't go many places.]

I'm sure you'll be great. I'm not sure what a detective does but-I'm sure you'll wow everyone with your skills.

[She offers him a smile, her hands coming down to clasp in front of her. Though that reminds her...]

Speaking of doing things...did you want to keep checking? The people in their pods I mean.

[It's strange to think that the two of them, among so many others, were sleeping in there, some not so long ago.]
warmare: (真面目)

[personal profile] warmare 2018-07-05 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
[What generosity.

She tries to laugh at the farce of it all, but the only thing that comes out is its failed attempt, a soft bark of sound as she stares into the pod.]


So they need us to do their dirty work, is that it?

[Whether it's wholly true or not, whether it's the most negative take... it's the one that has made the most sense of all that she has heard. Charity... kindness... she doesn't believe in that.

This-

It's almost believable.]
tothebrink: (I'm not like the others)

[personal profile] tothebrink 2018-07-05 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
Huh.

[Common magic...it must have been the nature of this place. Though hearing that he has been using healing magic, has her eyebrows rise-and his words after made her smirk.]

Is that so?

[Likely on others, if what happened to his leg was any indication of his capabilities.]

Have they been good patients?