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ɴᴀᴛʜᴀ orbiters ❰ mod collective ❱ ([personal profile] natha) wrote in [community profile] nysalogs2018-02-09 05:33 pm
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❪ introlog #4 ❫ HISTORY LESSON.

You have spent the last few days on Thesa Station, taking in the knowledge that your world is no more. Perhaps you've made some friends (or maybe an enemy or two). Either way, you aren't expected to spend all of your time on the Station. El Nysa needs you, after all, and you promised you'd help the planet thrive. Are you ready?

Submit an AC-eligible thread with a new character as a participant for 2 NATHA ORBITER REP POINTS HERE. You may also submit an AC-eligible thread set in either Olympia or Wyver for 2 OLYMPIA REP POINTS OR 2 WYVER REP POINTS, respectively, HERE or HERE. The two submitted threads MUST be separate threads.

You may write threads and prompts in both cities, but ICly, they should take place on different days.
MAKE YOUR CHOICE    

The newly awakened are given two weeks on Thesa Station to recover and learn what they can from the training simulations and their fellow refugees. Normally, they might find themselves ill-prepared and uninformed prior to their trip down. This is not the case for this arrival; thanks to the efforts of John Watson and Bruce Wayne, a new room will be available on the Station prior to landing where arrivals will be given a starter kit!

Once fully equipped, you'll be called to Hangar Station. The plan was that the new arrivals will use the transporters to arrive within their chosen cities; however, there appears to be some sort of a glitch in the system. Those on the surface cannot transport themselves up to the station... and those in the station cannot transport themselves down.

Wow, it's really different when you're all actually moving! But, speaking of moving...

Looks like the transporters are inoperable right now. That's... well, that's my bad. But luckily for you, that's not the only way down the surface! There will be two ships available for you all to board soon.

I know many of you are antsy to get back to your people, but there's no need to rush. The ships have both been programmed to camouflage into an El Nysa airship once it breaks the atmosphere, so hopefully the locals won't think anything of it.

But, one more thing before you depart. While I've been observing all of you, I've also been keeping an eye on those on El Nysa. I have to say, it's been a while since I've seen them this wound up. I advise you all practice a little caution...

Oh! I'm rambling, aren't I? Brother will be cross with me if we don't prepare the boarding soon.


FULL SPEED AHEAD... AND TO THE GROUND. There are two large crafts set to depart from the station on the morning of the 9th. One is bound for the Outlook, for those who wish to begin their stay on the planet in Olympia; the other is bound for a deserted patch of land to the west of Wyver, for those who find the jungle city more appealing.

Seven months ago, the locals saw the shuttles descending from Thesa as a sign of blessing. Now, they only see yet another foreign object —another threat.

Fueled by increasing tensions and paranoia, both cities command that defensive countermeasures be taken, launching their own aerial attacks to fend off the aircrafts. It's chaotic, a flashpoint of fear for a few thundering hours before each city's retaliation attempt reigns successful, the tension on the ground breaking with applause and cheer. It almost seems cruel, considering just how many lives their attempts have endangered.

In the air, however, there is nothing to be relieved by. The passengers in the ships are jostled by the first blast, then outright battered by the rest of the barrage; it seems like every time the ships almost manage to right themselves, they're hit again, until finally they're sent into a dizzying, terrifying tailspin. Lights inside the craft flicker on and off before dying entirely. The strange, uncomfortable sensation of your ears popping starts, and won't stop. And then, just as it's getting hard to breathe, there's the sickening crunch of metal on metal.

Heavily damaged and forced off-course, the ships collide over the waters between the Edrathe Ruins and Murkwell Hollow. Electricity crackles over the battered vessels, and the rattled refugees are forced to race against time to avoid the spreading fires inside and the steady sinking of the the ships into the murky waters. Land to the east is too far away to swim to safely. Murkwell Hollow is close enough for you to reach, provided you're not too concussed or dizzy from the abrupt descent to be able to move on your own... although that presents its own set of problems.



I. A BRIEF REPRIEVE. Waterlogged but alive, you manage to make it to the side of Murkwell Hollow farthest from Olympia itself. The good news is that you and the others around you are far away from the people who shot you down; the bad news is that, after such a rough landing, it’s highly unlikely that everyone got out unscathed.

The journey has been arduous already, and it's barely begun. Assist your fellow refugees and snatch a moment to recover before taking stock of your surroundings. The skeletal remains of your predecessors litter the boggy terrain, some of which are disturbingly... recent. Recent enough that not all of the bones have been picked clean by scavengers, but also recent enough that some of their weapons are still scattered about, though some are half-submerged in the marsh...

Cooperate, and it should still be possible for you to survive on the backs of those who have perished. For now, try not to panic — help is on the way.

Oookay, that wasn't supposed to happen! They're really going at it down there, huh?

Well, this one wasn't my bad! I'm gonna need you new guys to try to stay put, okay? Not in the fire, but try not to go too far... I'm sending your location to the others, who should head out here and help pretty soon.

(Hint, hint, everybody!)



II. WHEN THE WORLD IS OUT TO GET YOU... It’s early afternoon by the time help arrives, and once it does, it’s time to get moving. There is rather a lot of ground to cover, and it’s common knowledge that one would not want to be stuck here at night...

It’s an unforgiving environment: one wrong step and the bog might suck you in, pulling you in deeper the more you struggle. Then there are the Mushrooms of Madness, aggravated by the force of the crash, and releasing their spores to cause paranoia and vivid hallucinations in weary travelers. The Mushrooms near the giant skull are particularly nasty, causing hallucinations featuring a rampaging dragon, whose image will leave a deep feeling of dread until you successfully escape Murkwell Hallow. And of course, if you feel as though you’re being watched, you won’t be wrong. A small, vulture-like creature stalks you like a shadow in the sky, almost like a guardian sent to watch over you... until you dare to look it in the eye, then it lets out an echoing, spine-chilling shriek, and attacks.

ABOUT THE VULTURE: The vulture-like creature is quick-moving, and favors flying high into the sky and aligning itself with the sun in order to use the glare in its favour when it dives to attack. It attacks any creature who dares meet its eye, though it will not persist in its attacks if no blood is spilt. The instant there is bloodshed however, yours or the vulture's, it will become relentless in its assault, continuing until it succeeds or is killed. Upon its death, it lets out a keening wail, and the surrounding area goes eerily silent as the sound fades away...

If your character fights and kills one of these creatures, please respond here. This action, or lack thereof, may bring about results in a later event.



STEALTH MISSION. Worse for the wear or not, you've made it out of Murkwell Hollow, so the hard part is over — in theory, anyway. In practice, your trials aren't finished quite yet.

For all their talk about how they're entirely different from one another, the people of Olympia and Wyver have very similar responses to perceived threats. Not trusting that shooting down the strange aircraft was enough to ensure that there were no survivors, both cities have guards out patrolling the areas around the walls. The gates themselves are tightly shut, and those coming and going are being closely inspected to ensure that they had nothing to do with all the chaos. In fact, linger out of sight long enough, and you might just witness someone being hauled away for further questioning, protesting and proclaiming their innocence all the way.

Older refugees will need to find a way to get the new arrivals into the cities, as the guards are not willing to let unfamiliar faces in through the gates willy-nilly in light of what's just happened. Especially persuasive characters who have clout with the guards may be able to talk their new friends in; characters skilled with disguises may be able to pass them off as someone who has been there all along. Failing that there's always more traditional methods of sneaking: scaling the walls quickly to avoid being seen, finding a weakness in the walls to literally slip right through, or even knocking out the guards if all else fails.

Good luck, and... don't get caught.

Please submit who you're sneaking in to where, and how you're sneaking them in, here, as the specifics may influence NPC attitudes in a later log.

VICTORY CELEBRATION IN WYVER    
For Wyver, this month marks a time of great celebration, harkening back to an age of heroism and strength. In this “Golden Age,” Wyver defeated Mad Nithor, a great warrior of Olympia who had slain hundreds of Wyver’s men and enslaved thousands of citizens. Legend has it that in the days following his death, the victors displayed his severed head in the center of the Old City of Wyver — which is why in the second week of the month, the highlight of the holidays, it is customary for citizens to pay their respects by decorating the Old City. While the history behind the celebrations may come across as brutal, they act as a symbol of solidarity and speak volumes of Wyver’s unwavering pride as people who were born of dragons. The month will be a bright time for the city of Wyver, boasting many feasts and its people sporting the colors of their home as a proud sign of their heritage, and the atmosphere of the city will be alight with an obvious spark and spring to everyone’s step.

In addition to cheerful celebrations, bountiful feasts, and many entertaining shows, storytellers recount the tale of the day the Wyver people regained their freedom from tyranny. One in particular catches your attention.

When Olympia got too big for its britches
Mad Nithor slew some dragons and witches
Now Wyver's ornery
And there's more to this story
So ask me anything, you sons of bitches.*



*OOC: Characters may ask either the Wyver OR Olympia Storyteller ONE question. Please direct your questions to the appropriate header below!



ARTISTIC DIFFERENCES. Wyver may be painted in a brutish light by some, but it would be more accurate to say they show no reserve in their passions. Normally, one would find that the East End is a spacious place where only Wyver's best fighters display their talents, but you'll soon see that the area is now packed with a wide variety of citizens. Stalls line the streets, but those working them are not selling anything — they're preparing works for a competition.

You're free to enter as you see fit. However, I will remind you that what you present will be shown to Shanrian as he walks among the citizens. Whatever you produce should be fit for his eyes. It would do you best not to take this artistic display lightly.

Lest you desire to shame yourself, that is. Though, perhaps it's not a total loss. It could be utilized for... comedic purposes at the very least.



The Wyver people heavily encourage that you participate, no matter if your skills don't seem suited for competition. There are the most common submissions, such as finely crafted weapons and shows of swordsmanship, but all art forms begin making their appearance the further you venture. Citizens are carving great, looming dragons out of wood from felled trees, painting murals on the streets, and playing their instruments as others perform interpretive dances. Others are drawing inspiration from those around and writing frantically, hoping to finish their works so that they are fit for the King to read.

Though this is a competition, the rules do not state that you cannot collaborate. Refugees are encouraged to enter by any means necessary... and not doing so may shine a light on the fact you are not a Nysan native.

If your character enters this competition, please submit your entry here! Entries that have been submitted by the deadline have a chance to win and be featured on a future log.



THE ETERNAL FLAME. Wyver's Volkkran shamans have smaller altars set up around the city, and each sees its own due amount of foot traffic during these triumphant times. Pay a visit, and you’ll soon find that despite the attempts at celebration, the Altars of Volkkra aren’t the most uplifting places to be. The smaller set-ups have an inexplicable air of mystery and something dangerous about them, not made any less unsettling by the robed shamans at each one, all features hidden except for their hands. The main Altar is no exception; labyrinthine and dark throughout, this place is lit by large pyres set up at various points in its maze-like corridors. Each of the smaller altars sports a similar pyre, watched over by shamans who only gesture in silence to the flames when you approach.

They have an expectation of you, although they will not speak it. Looking into the flames seems to give you the hint, as if the pyre itself is calling out to you: fuel the flame. By any means necessary.

The Wyver citizens are either used to the foreboding air of the pyres or do not notice it at all; they themselves are cheerfully tossing in strips of parchment and moving along. Many of them will chatter if asked about the legend of the Eternal Flame: desires, they say, written on the special parchment provided and thrown into the flame, will keep it strong. The stronger the flame, they say, the more likely it is that your desire will become reality!

Of course, there are superstitious passerby as well, who claim the flames bring nothing but strife no matter how many old Wyver kings and queens are said to have used their power in the past. But it’s hard to tell if that’s all talk, when you look into the allure of the flame…

In the “main” Altar of Volkkra, those winding, seemingly never-ending corridors, it’s easy to get lost. You’ll be provided with a small flame of your own to carry, that will not burn your skin but can easily be blown out, in order to light your way. These flames seem to draw you somewhere—is it deeper into the maze, or back out to one of those pyres?

In your wandering through these halls, you might stumble across something you aren’t meant to see. Strange rumors of mystic experiments being carried out deep in the Altar must have reached your ears by now, and despite the festive feeling Wyver is trying to achieve, something about being in the Altar feels… oppressive. Do you remember what it felt like to stare into the pyre, which seemed to beckon to you? Here in the Altar’s maze, that oppressive allure seems to be coming from all sides.

There is no shaman to help you here. Work together, and perhaps you will not join the distant murmur of voices always just beyond the light of your flame.



PARTY FOULS. The festival has arrived with a sense of urgency; the perceived-Olympian attack from days previous still fresh on their minds, Wyver has responded with a swell of pride and determination. They will not be denied this sacred holiday, and while some are content to enjoy the festivities, some citizens can't shake the outrage. It simmers, until with the help of free flowing alcohol, a select few decide that their crazy plans don't appear to be so crazy anymore.

They find you, their judgement questionable but their determination unstoppable, and there's just something about you — maybe you dare to wear the Olympian colours, or maybe you're trying to avoid the festitives — that they don't like, so they take your clothes and your valuables to sacrifice to the pyres burning around the city, and if you protest, then they have no qualms with offering your flesh and blood, too. Or maybe it's someone else they've got, putting up a losing fight as they inch closer to the flames. Regardless, it's obvious that there's a bone to pick tonight, and they won't stop until they're satisfied.



FESTIVE SPIRIT. If you're looking to escape all the fire and chaos or replace any items of yours that might have been burned, then you'll want to hit up the markets: A more lascivious offshoot of the competitive body painting, there are stalls offering paints and private rooms for less... professional body painting efforts. These paints, they'll be sure to point out with a little suggestive smirking, are edible. Most of them taste a little like vanilla, but they're available for the taking, and the scent of them might just encourage you to be more free with your body than you ordinarily would.

Speaking of those feasts, it's common for the desserts served during this time to be laced with ingredients that cause... certain effects. In particular, one traditional cake, shaped in the form of a knot and layered with fruit, may inspire a craving for intimacy in anyone who eats a slice, though that intimacy isn't necessarily sexual. A hug, a hand to hold, a cuddle... or more. There does appear to be more public displays of affection than usual around here, isn't there?

Another item, a kind of dessert cocktail (alcoholic and non- available!) drizzled in dark chocolate, is a little more straightforward: it stokes one's desire. You may want to watch out for that one; the Wyvern natives may not think to warn others of their desserts' contents, since it's such a prevalent part of the celebration, although small placards on the dessert tables will make it more clear.

This lesson may be one you learn the hard way if you're not looking closely: be careful what you eat. (Please warn threads appropriately.)

While you're here, have you considered pledging your allegiance to a special someone via forming a Volkkran Pact?


REMEMBRANCE IN OLYMPIA    

In Olympia, this month’s mood is once again somber and subdued. It is a time of remembrance and mourning, with tribute paid to the Temples not only in memory of Olympia’s fallen, but in the name of Nithor the Exalted, a great warrior of ages past who led the city to many victories against Wyver and was even able to fell a legendary dragon. Though this is a solemn holiday, Olympians are mindful of its more upbeat aspects, looking ahead to the future and viewing it as a celebration of how far Olympia has come from its uncivilized past. Many opt to wear white and gold, Olympia’s traditional colors, as signs of pride and remembrance. However, beneath the melancholic forefront lurks a festering anger and bitterness; there are many in Olympia who despise this holiday and view the manner in which Wyver celebrates it as a slap to the face. Words of this discontent start off only as whispers, but with the current tensions, there's bound to be trouble.

From across the Market District, a strange woman catches your eye. She approaches, and it is as if she can sense your desire for further knowledge.

Nithor the Exalted was a man of great kindness, wisdom, and strength. His memory is dear in the hearts of the Olympian people, and with good reason. He wished to unite all of El Nysa into one peaceful land, to make it a world without cultural boundaries, prejudice, or man-made borders.

Is there something you wish to know, friend?*


*OOC: Characters may ask either the Wyver OR Olympia Storyteller ONE question. Please direct your questions to the appropriate header below!



DRAMATIC RE-TELLING. Olympia's Entertainment District has always hosted a wide variety of playwrights, varying from amateur productions to Shakespearean quality performances. However, in preparation for the festival, the streets have been cleared of their usual fanfare and replaced with a more traditional, but excited atmosphere. Posters line the wall of nearly every business you step through, every corner, every alley — it is impossible to miss the nightly showing of the Life and Death of Nithor the Exalted.

Rather than the usual expensive fee that only Olympia's elite can afford, admission is but a few silver. It isn't long before the audience overflows from the seats, and some have even dressed up for the occasion. With accusations being thrown about and opinions divided wherever else in the city you go, the display of camaraderie seems to be a refreshing change. But when the curtain rises and the show of heroism begins, you soon notice that members of the audience have begun to disappear from around you, and the actors have changed. It isn't long before a divide between them and yourself is apparent; the natives know the lines of the play by heart, and you have not a clue.

Hey there, hot stuff! You look like you're perfect for the stage, let's get you up for the next scene. There's nothing to be afraid of, but uh... watch it with the swords, will you?


Before you know it, it's too late — you've been whisked away backstage, and you're all but forced into an extravagant but rather worn costume. A loose script has been pushed into your hands, words smudged and the pages torn out, and you've hardly have any time to skim it before you find yourself shoved out onto the stage. Will you be forced into the two-man suit of the mighty dragon Nithor slew in Murkwell Hollow? Charred and blood covered garments for a village victim of the beast, dying in his arms? The sleek gown of a tavern wench, attempting to seduce our hero into a night of passion? Or maybe they haven't seen talent in you at all, and you've been told you will make the most wonderful tree.

Perhaps your fellow refugees have been dragged on with you, and must play the opposing role. Or perhaps they are safe in the audience, where they can watch you fumble, or make an attempt to save you from your lack of dramatic talent. No matter the case, one thing is clear: your cover as a Nysan native is at stake, and the show must go on.

If you go off-script, please submit your thread here as it may influence NPC reactions in a later log. Thank you!



GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN. This day may be in commemoration for the loss of a great hero, but he isn't the only one that Olympians wish to honor. Today is also a day for honoring all of those that have passed on. Gravestones in various cemeteries are decorated with beautiful flowers. For those who do not have a physical place of rest in Olympia, a lantern is lit and placed lovingly on the palace garden grounds, creating a beautiful display of light. Perhaps you would like to honor a friend or family member that has not or may not be able to join you in El Nysa.

At the end of the night, it is customary to honor these people by enjoying their favorite drink at a local tavern. In preparation for this evening, the bars are particularly well-stocked.



DARK TURNS. Some people honor history more than they learn from it. With the whispers of the Wyver "attack" bringing unease to the city of Olympia, some citizens look to their past with a more calculating eye. That those "Wyver savages" would not only rob Olympia of a hero in the first place, but then dare to dishonor his legacy with an attack only fuels their outrage. Their pride triumphs over their minds, and they yearn for revenge rather than remembrance — action over acceptance.

The people take to the streets, demanding respect as they hassle whoever they've deemed an outsider. It's all "playful" of course, a gentle push and a coy shove that can bring a person to their knees. Ordinary citizens pretending to be Olympian officials, putting their boots in the faces of refugees and demanding that they lick them in a show of respect, among other things. If your eye were to catch that of a guard's patrolling, you'll find that they stare back with condescension rather than concern. And if you were to consider fighting back, then the guard might be compelled to step in; in short, don't expect the authorities to be on your side. The Royal Guard has no bias, but the Olympian natives have already suffered so greatly this evening — why not allow them a little fun?



FLONA COVE HEALING. During this holiday, it is also traditional for the people of Olympia to make a short pilgrimage to the lesser-known lagoons scattered throughout Flona Cove. If you're looking to blend in and escape the notice of the natives who are acting out against the refugees, perhaps you'll want to join them. There, they drink the water, said to be imbued with the strength and power of the dragons who have long lived and subsisted off of them — legend has it that Nithor drank from these waters himself before many of his great victories. It's customary to take only a single sip, though some Olympians will simply swish the water around in their mouths before spitting it back out — the water's effect is far too potent for them, they say.

Wait, what effect? The Olympians already know this: drinking the water will heighten people's baser instincts and weaken their self-restraint, leaving them more prone to combativeness and impulsiveness. Has something — or someone — been bothering you lately? Perhaps now is the perfect time to confront it.

Others still may find their desires — their physical desires — intensified. Perhaps now is the perfect time to confront that as well. (Please warn threads appropriately.)

Elsewhere in the city, in an act of what any good Wyver citizen would call a horrible bastardization of customs and any upstanding Olympian would call not even close to that—Olympia has its own variety of edible body paints. They're all markedly more pastel and Olympian-colored (white and golds feature strongly), and in the absence of competition, it's clear that these edible paints have been adopted for one specific purpose. The fact that they're being distributed in the Red Light District makes it obvious, as do the charming labels suggesting you indulge your desires artistically stuck on the lids of the little paint pots. Enjoy!

FINAL OOC NOTES    
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ANN TAKAMAKI / PERSONA 5

[personal profile] pussywhips 2018-02-10 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
I. ( MURKWELL HOLLOW ) YOUR CIRCUIT'S DEAD

[ Admittedly, sailing through space was a pretty cool experience for a little while there—the getting shot at and crashing to the ground part was a lot less fun. As the shuttle grinds to a halt in the marsh, Ann feels disoriented and terrified—mostly terrified. The heavy darkness doesn't help—the groan of metal and sudden lurch forward of the shuttle really doesn't help. Are they... sinking?

Shaking her head in a vain attempt to clear it, she reaches down to try to unbuckle her seat belt—but her hands are trembling so much that she struggles with the catch. In a faltering voice, she calls out: ]


Um... hello?

II. ( MURKWELL HOLLOW ) WATERLOGGED BUT ALIVE?

[ She managed to survive the shuttle crash—but at what cost? She definitely looks pretty worse for the wear: her clothes dirty and singed in places, her hair a messy tangle, her skin smudged with dirt and newly-forming bruises. And as if things couldn't get any worse, those... remains... are turning her stomach, her disgust writ plain on her face.

a. Should she come across anyone who looks just as bad off as she does or worse, she approaches them with unfeigned concern. ]


Hey, are you okay? Are you hurt?

b. [ Or, things actually do get worse when she accidentally stumbles into the bog, her foot sinking into the murky waters and throwing her off balance. Her arms cartwheel as she tries to right herself and climb out, but—the water's pull is strong. ]

Whoa! Uh—! [ Help?! ]

c. [ No, wait. That's an awfully large shadow passing over the ground. Is that... a vulture? ]

III. ( WYVER ) IS THE GOBLIN KING AT THE END OF THIS

[ Coming up with a desire to throw into the pyre had been harder than Ann had anticipated—there were just so many things that she wished for right now: to see her friends again, to see her friends again not as frozen peoplesicles, to end The Storm, to go back home, to have a home to go back to in the first place...

So her mood is a little solemn as she takes her little flame and ventures off through the hallways. Her feet seem to be carrying her somewhere all on their own, and the next time she looks around, she's—lost? She spins around now, trying to make sense of her surroundings. Is she anywhere near the entrance at all anymore?

Also, have you been there the whole time? ]

IV. ( WYVER ) PARTY CRASHING

[ Ann definitely doesn't like this atmosphere anymore. It's charged with something, the kind of something that gets people hurt—and, for better or worse, it's not the kind of thing that she can ignore either. If there's anything she's learned as a Phantom Thief, it's that the real enemies of society aren't the outright villains—they're straightforward enough to defeat, in the end. Instead, it's all the ordinary people who watch injustice as it happens and do nothing.

Well, she's not doing nothing, which is why she doesn't hesitate to step in the middle of a group of rowdy Wyverns when they start harassing someone—you, maybe, or some other unlucky soul. ]


Hey, cut it out.

V. ( OLYMPIA ) YOU'RE TEARING ME APART, LISA

[ You know, she had a dream to be an actress once. It was a short-lived dream, all in all, but it was still a dream. Now—she's not really sure if that dream was all that it was cracked up to be, if this is the reality. A hasty costume donning, a script shoved into her hands—what role is she even playing anyway?

She glances down at her costume, which is—

a. the hiked up skirts and tightly laced corset of a tavern wench
b. the butt end of a dragon
c. a... dominatrix?

—and then looks over to you, silently screaming for help with her eyes. ]


Um...

VI. ( OLYMPIA ) HOW THE TURNS HAVE TABLED

[ Different city, same shit. Ann finds that she hates this harassment just as much when it's aimed at her. She was used to being bullied, back home—but this goes above and beyond the taunts and jeers of ignorant middle school kids.

Still, she fights back even more fiercely than she did back then, smacking the Olympians' hands aside with fire in her eyes. Her gaze finds one of a passing guard's, but it's met with little interest—the guard keeps moving, leaving her to fend for herself. Unfortunately, the group of Olympians have backed her against a wall, and now she almost looks like an angry, cornered cat. ]


Hey, leave me alone! [ >STEP IN? ]

WILDCARD.

[ Wildcard me!! I'm open to any of the other prompts. Please feel free to hit me up at [plurk.com profile] matriarchy to work something out or just leave me a blank comment and I'll come up with something! ]
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[personal profile] persistor 2018-02-10 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ Good news: she's not the butt end of a dragon. Another girl, with blonde hair and wide eyes, seems to have taken on that role. Godspeed, soon to be roommate, she's very sorry this has to be their first meeting.

Except before she could offer any words of encouragement — as if that was a possibility in the first place — they're thrust on to the stage. There's gasps, cheering, the crowd scrambling as they all try to lean forward, take a better look at the ferocious monster.

Until ... the said ferocious ( "ferocious" ) monster doesn't say anything for a while. A long, awkward silence later—

... Why isn't the dragon roaring? from a child in the front row, which kickstarts a flurry of murmurs. Rip. ]
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[personal profile] pussywhips 2018-02-10 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Well, this could be... worse? At least she doesn't have to be the butt end of some smelly guy or something. This lady looks pretty normal, all in all, despite the fact that she's currently wearing an oversize dragon head. When they're hustled onto the stage, Ann quickly bends forward and grabs onto the other woman's waist... forming their dragon. It is, admittedly, a little difficult to move on this, so they're not the most coordinated dragon. Or the loudest. Or any noise, really. The silence stretches on...

When the crowd starts to murmur, Ann finally jumps in, since it seems like her dragon head friend won't (or can't)—and she lets out a hearty roar. Sort of. ]


Um—roar? Roar! Rrargh! [ Nailed it.

Sure, it's coming from somewhere in the dragon's stomach area instead of its mouth, but close enough. All that matters is the crowd accepts it anyway, and they whoop excitedly, ready to watch Nithor slay the mighty(?) dragon. ]
Edited 2018-02-10 21:29 (UTC)
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[personal profile] persistor 2018-02-11 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Surely no one notices the stomach roar.

The cheer is encouraging, at least. Appropriately ( reluctantly ) Red shakes the top half of the body, similar to a... dog? Surely dragons do this, to shake off any residual ... whatever. Something. She's not familiar with dragons, okay.

"Nithor", on the other hand, is perfectly okay with this cloth-covered dragon. He brandishes his wooden sword. Begone, foul dragon!

Red raises her arms — which in turn raise the ... wings ... and give a mighty flap. En garde!!! ]

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[personal profile] timboslice 2018-02-10 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ Imaginably, struggling against any bog can be difficult in a panic. The treetops offer enough shade to conceal the figure watching from above, who can see that Ann shows no signs of panicking. Just the initial shock.

Good.

That makes his job much easier.

Though the pull of the bog is indeed too strong, it's nothing that can't be overcome with a little intervention. For Ann, intervention literally descends from the sky as a masked young man glides down, cape outstretched, though his arms are noticeably free.

Also good, then.

Because as soon as he swoops down, he briefly grabs Ann before ascending away from danger. He and Ann land on their feet, him having carried her like it was nothing. ]


You're lucky I caught you.

[ Judging from his smirk, one would think he's amused - though it's clear that any signs of levity are only attempts to mask relief. ]

Even luckier that it actually worked.

[ Given the suit's wear and tear, Tim had calculated the dangers of seeing if the cape's glider function would... actually function. Though there was a fair chance he could put it to good use with no accident, there was an even greater chance of Tim pulling an Icarus at the worst possible moment. ]
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[personal profile] pussywhips 2018-02-10 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's a bird, it's a plane... no, it really is a bird. Not that Ann was really paying attention, since she had other, more pressing matters to deal with, like not falling into a deadly swamp. So she's caught a little off guard (some Phantom Thief she is) when she's suddenly scooped up—so caught off guard that she lets out a little shriek of surprise—and deposited on solid ground not too far away. ]

Whoa! [ And, when she finally gets a good look of his masked face—the whole look, really—she repeats with more feeling: ] Whoa! Uh... yeah.

[ She blinks. This is weird, right?? (No weirder than anything else you've recently lived through, Ann.) He looks like he could probably fit right into the Phantom Thieves of Hearts—or like he jumped right out of the pages of an American comic book. Oh, right... she should probably actually thank him, instead of just staring him down.

She smiles, tinged a little bit with relief. ]


Hey, thanks a lot. That was pretty cool. [ She's never actually gotten to fly like that before, so? Too bad it happened so fast. A beat later— ] Wait... what were you gonna do if it didn't work?
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[personal profile] timboslice 2018-02-11 09:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ Tim's too busy dwelling on his own relief to be offended by the staring. ]

Ha, good question.

[ The safest thing he could have done was hold out his bo staff for Ann to grab. That approach would've been far less risky, but not nearly fast enough. ]

Let's just say anything I could've tried wouldn't have been as quick.

[ And so he tries to leave it at that. ]

I take it you're one of the new arrivals, though. So am I.

Were you with a group, by any chance?

[ A little small talk can't hurt - not when Tim's already planning to tell her they should head off to civilization now. There probably won't be enough time for a full conversation, though, as a winged shadow looms overhead. Ann and Tim have yet to notice it, but the two of them aren't going to be alone for long. ]

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also v, mostly. I'm sorry.

[personal profile] desistor 2018-02-10 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
[since dragon butt has been stolen from me lets go with a for variety.

Whoever Ann is silently trying to implore for help in the bustling backstage—some harried-looking stagehand, from the look of it—the woman is too busy stowing (what she thought had been) an odd, discarded prop weapon along with the heap of the rest to care. (One of these swords is not like the others. But she's too busy to wonder about it, right now.) She waves Ann off with a "curtains in five" warning and hustles away almost immediately. Things to do, people to rope into roles. You know how it is. Luckily(?) she's not...totally alone in this. Technically. And getting picked up for use in the pageant definitely isn't his idea of a good time—body or no body. Except he's supposed to keep a low profile around the locals, so he'd bitten his tongue for a while. But this is getting pretty dire. Enough to take a gamble on some pour soul who looks about as out of place as he does. (Or, y'know. Almost. At least he doesn't have to put up with the frills, like this.) Quickly, while everyone else has wandered out of earshot to prepare for curtain call—
]

Hey!

[The voice Ann hears is a little hushed, a little distorted. Maybe there's a flash of light over by the props to go with it.]

Over here.

[Help... Might take her a second to pinpoint where the sound is coming from. Helps that he keeps talking so she can track it. And that light just keeps flickering in time with the words.]

You don't look like you really want to be here. Well, neither do I. Could use a little help, though.

[Lets bust out of this joint, bud.]
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[personal profile] pussywhips 2018-02-10 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Well, so much for a little help around here. Ann doesnt take a second look at the prop—sword?—that the stagehand leans against the wall, because she's watching the woman go with a forlorn look on her face. What is she supposed to do now?! She could go on, she supposes, but she doesn't actually know any of the lines—wait, is she supposed to be this unnamed tavern wench that seduces the hero?!

This is insulting. ]


What the hell!

[ That's when she finally hears—someone calling for her? She turns to look around, trying to pinpoint the voice, but... no one's here. Actually, it sounds like it's coming from... she moves to stand closer to the sword, her expression incredulous. ]

Um... are you... talking to me? [ What the fuck. She starts to inspect the sword a little more, leaning down to give it a closer look. ] Is this some kind of speaker or something?
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[personal profile] desistor 2018-02-10 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[Where is the Cool Villian Role Ann rightly deserves. Anyway, luck's on his side. She hears him, but the rest of the room is too busy bustling to care. Takes her a few seconds of searching and penny-dropping to figure out where the sound is coming from, but she's quicker on the uptake than some. Atta girl.]

Something like that. [He's...speaking. He's a speaker. No time to explain, Ann, roll with it. As she ducks down for a look—] Hi. Guessing you're not from around here, either.

[A brilliant deduction borne from her deer-in-the-headlights look, up there. Help him help you, Ann.]

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[personal profile] dontgiveabuckland 2018-02-11 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
[The jokes and jeers are interrupted by a voice.]

Now, now, gentlemen. [And the voice (pitched lower, to sound more manly) belongs to what looks like a very buff, extremely handsome guard, (in reality, just an illusion wrapped around a much less buff, less handsome Cam Buckland.) He puts his hands on his hips.] This isn't appropriate behavior for the Rememberance, is it?

[The men mutter to themselves, reluctant but generally backing off in the face of (buff) authority. He extends his hand to the woman,] Come on now. Let's all just have a good holiday, yeah?

[Taking his hand should be well enough, but if Ann touches any other part of the illusion, she'll find that she clips through the parts that extend past Cam's body. (i.e. His armor and super buff muscles)]
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[personal profile] pussywhips 2018-02-12 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ That is... a truly buff and handsome guard. More importantly, he actually seems to be, you know, doing his job, unlike the last one. Ann isn't usually that thrilled about authority figures, but she actually looks (and is) relieved to see this one, since he seems to be getting the group to back off. She really wasn't looking forward to having to fend them off... ]

Um...

[ She eyes the guard's outstretched hand with unmasked skepticism. That's weird, right? Why would he need her hand? Maybe it's a chivalry thing...? When the group of hooligans start moving on, still grumbling darkly, she tentatively reaches out to place her hand in his.

Unfortunately, as one of the ruffians walks past, he gives her a surreptitious shove, knocking her forward into the guard's... chest? She instinctively puts her hands out to catch herself, but they just sink right into his... skin? All the way to her wrists.

Let me tell you, it sure is weird as hell to see a real life glitch happen right in front of you. Ann's eyes are as wide as saucers as she glances up at the guard. ]


What...?
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[personal profile] dontgiveabuckland 2018-02-12 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[Falling through someone is a pretty startling sight, one not missed by the thugs, who are all now staring in confused shock.

Under his breath,
] Why can’t anyone ever keep their hands to themselves? [ all at once, he drops the now-useless illusion to reveal a skinny man with long brown hair, and a green cape, and grabs Ann’s wrist before taking off at a run. The surprise buys them a handful of seconds to disengage, but it’s not long before there’s a shout behind them, ”It’s some kinda trick! Get them!”]

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[personal profile] tricksune 2018-02-11 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yusuke's puzzled when a few raucous Wyver folk snatch his paint set out from under his arm, holding it up and out of his reach like a bunch of schoolyard bullies. Which he's never really had to deal with (his classmates were more likely to avoid him outright than do any heckling), and the juvenile laughter when he wrinkles his brow and frowns is... irksome.

Naturally, he demands it back.

By the time Ann charges over, the situation's escalated, one of the men shoving him by the shoulder, sending a step backward towards one of the many bonfires. The flame is very real and hot at his back, even at this distance—it goes beyond japes and jibes. His gaze snaps over to her in surprise as he catches his footing. ]
...Panther.

[ Maybe he shouldn't throw around their real names right now. Given the circumstances. He ignores the Obnoxious Assholes to address her directly. ] I need my paints back.

[ The fighting part is already inevitable, as far as he's concerned, and he's not about to shout her off to save herself or whatever. Surely Ann would rather engage too.

...But he wants his stuff first. ]
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[personal profile] pussywhips 2018-02-12 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's definitely something already charged in the air by the time she intervenes—she can tell that much. Which means that the likelihood of deescalating this situation is probably next to nothing—not that she's particularly interested in doing that, but it would probably be the easiest route to take, in the long run.

But hey, she's never liked bullies, and now she knows that she likes them even less when they're harassing her friends. That one sentence is really all she needs by way of explanation for what happened—it also pisses her right off because, like, his paints are really important to Yusuke?? How dare these fuckheads.

Since she approached the group from the side, so that her back isn't to the fire, the hooligans have to turn to look at her... and they don't look very pleased about the interruption. ]


Hey, this is your last chance. Give them back.

[ There, she gave them a chance. Makoto would probably be proud? Either way, the assholes just guffaw and start going on about how little of a threat they take Ann and Yusuke to be. She bristles and averts her gaze so that she can meet Yusuke's eyes. Okay, she's ready to kick their asses now. ]

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[personal profile] larsenist 2018-02-11 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
(( after v, option c... ))

[ He thought he'd seen a friendly face on-stage—something familiar about the get-up too—and though he'd been too far away to save her from her fate, Ann manages to make it through the entirety of the play without major incident. (Small miracles.)

Akira's waiting for her when she's finally released from her thespian duty, applauding to grab her attention. ]


Bravo.

[ (...She was actually pretty convincing with that whip, though Akira has no idea how a dominatrix got written into the history of Nithor the Exalted...) ]

Had fun?
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[personal profile] pussywhips 2018-02-12 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ Despite the fact that Ann started out pretty offended by her given part, she actually ended up getting more and more into it as the play went on. It probably helped that she just began treating it like some sort of campy anime villainess role instead of how it was actually written—by the end, she was cracking her whip and cackling lustily like she was born for it.

At first, she doesn't notice Akira waiting for her in the wings, but the clapping quickly draws her attention—and her face lights up immediately. ]


Akira!

[ She rushes over to him in her excitement, though her expression quickly transforms into one of embarrassment. ]

Oh, um... were you watching? [ Maybe she got a little too into character... ]

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[personal profile] lifespanned 2018-02-11 10:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ann interjects right as Misa begins a tug of war with another Wyvern citizen over her jacket, having to lean all of her weight into pulling to prevent her beloved garment from being taken away. Not one for tact, she immediately protests despite the fact that it might just draw more Wyverns to come harrass her (and the other, for that matter): ]

Yeah, like she said, cut it out!! Misa has lived in Wyver all along, you know!!

[ All of this because she didn't want to party hardy with the rest of them?? It just seems unfair. She seems more concerned over her wardrobe item than the strong possibility that the more she complains, the sooner the angry citizens will turn on them instead, despite her small stature and obviously lacking strength. The Wyverns in question just sneer at the both of them telling them to stop, more people joining in to try and steal the garment from her. ]

Can't you help me? This is the only one I have!!!
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[personal profile] pussywhips 2018-02-12 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Someone else might tell Misa to forget the jacket and make a run for it, but of anyone here, Ann understands that sometimes beauty is pain and fashion is suffering. Besides, she can't just let these bullies win? It's about more than just the jacket.

So Ann barrels into the middle of the tug-of-war almost like a football player making a tackle, shoving people out of the way until they let go of the jacket. She ends up getting pushed around too, almost knocking into the other girl. ]


Stop! Hey! I said cut it out!

[ Now she puts herself between Misa and the gathering crowd, her arms stretched out on both sides almost as if she's forming a physical wall. The group starts to advance, so Ann takes a step back, nearly bumping into the other girl again. This is... not good. ]

Um... stay behind me.

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[personal profile] guidetoblivion 2018-02-11 04:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[Not exactly… Riku just turned left from the side corridor leading into this hallway, and he looks about just as startled to see her as she seems to be.

Talk about awkward.

After a moment, he tilts his head and asks:]


…Do you need any help?

[He is after all a disciple of the altar, and she is obviously a guest, so it is kind of his job to ask.]
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[personal profile] pussywhips 2018-02-12 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She's so startled that she jumps about ten feet in the air, letting out a little squeak of surprise. ]

Geez, you scared me!

[ Though he probably didn't mean to do it on purpose... maybe she's just a little jumpy because these hallways are kind of creepy. Well, they're just hallways, but she can't help but feel a little creeped out by them anyway. She puts a hand over her chest, as if to calm her racing heart. ]

Um... do you know where the entrance is? I think I'm lost.

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[personal profile] punshots 2018-02-11 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's a more solemn vibe than he usually goes for, but there's definitely a time and a place for things like this, and there's something kinda nice about making wishes like this. Maybe it won't make any difference, but if it can...if this fire actually has some power to it, then he can't miss the opportunity.

Of course, he doesn't miss that Ann's there, too, and it's probably for the best that he's a little more subdued this time. He probably weirded her out enough as it is.

Gently: ]


Hey. Some tradition, huh?

[ He offers a lopsided grin. ]
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[personal profile] pussywhips 2018-02-13 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ At the sound of Prompto's voice, she looks up, her face betraying her surprise—she hadn't realized he was there. Then again, she hadn't really been paying any attention to the people around her, as lost as she was in thought. ]

Oh, um. Yeah.

[ Is that seriously the best she can come up with? Awkward. Fortunately, his lopsided grin draws out her own smile, even if it's a little forced, and she tugs on one of her pigtails almost compulsively. ]

It's not that different from something we do back home—uh, did, I mean. [ She still hasn't gotten used to past tense yet. ] Uh, during Tanabata, you're supposed to write your wishes on a piece of paper and tie it to a bamboo tree. Then they burn the whole thing after the festival.

[ She might be rambling. ]

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[personal profile] ayes 2018-02-13 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah! You heard her-- come on, she hasn't done anything wrong!

[Says a voice from behind the crowd. They stop and turn, and here Ann might see that the source of the voice is a young woman with light brown hair, looking around the same age she does. She's wearing a robe-- something that looks very like a kimono-- in Olympia's colors for the festival... and also looking like maybe she wasn't planning what to do after she'd spoken up.

However, the mob doesn't seem to be regarding her as a threat. Maybe they know her?]
R-right? Like, she's just-- she's new! You should totally just leave her alone!

Uh, please?
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[personal profile] pussywhips 2018-02-14 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ The interruption takes some of the wind out of the Olympians' sails, it seems—a fact that Ann is overwhelmingly grateful for. She really didn't want this to turn into a fight... but she also wasn't about to back down either.

While the group is distracted by Ann's savior, she takes the opportunity to slip out from her position against the wall—it was making her feel very trapped—and inch closer to the interloper, since the girl is pretty much the only person on her side right now. She feels a little bit better now, with her back to the open air—just in case things get heated again. ]


You should totally leave her and everyone else alone anyway! [ Okay, maybe she's still a little heated herself. The group starts to stir again, and so she hastily adds: ]

I'm definitely with her, though! So... go away!

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