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( introlog #5 ) strangerer things

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?

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THESA STATION    
All refugees on the station are called to the hangar where a large-scale teleporter has been set up; everyone will be sent to the planet together. Simply step onto the space between the arrays and wait. Before they depart, all new refugees will be given a starter kit!

You may have heard about earlier technical difficulties, but don't worry. I promise everything is in perfect working order this time. I'd say I tested it myself, but since that's not exactly possible, you'll just have to trust me! (Please.)

The older refugees will also be there to guide you to ensure no one is left confused... or behind. Make sure you wait for them — I've been detecting something odd so I'll be having them meet you at the landing site. Good luck, refugees! Not that you'll be needing it or anything...

The arrays begin to hum and glow, quickly building into a brilliant wash of light. It creates a column that travels all the way from Thesa Station to the surface of El Nysa. With the night sky as a canvas, the beam can be seen all the way from Olympia and Wyver — a view that has the natives whispering of blessings.

As a sudden but beautiful aurora splays across the sky, the refugees down on the planet receive a message asking them to travel to the landing site — and warning them to prepare for what may come of the strange readings Zasere's gotten from the teleport itself.
ON A BEAM OF LIGHT    

Traveling through the light leaves the impression of blinding starlight, a strange sense of weightlessness, and a disorienting moment of total sensory deprivation. The radiance of your teleport hangs bright in the sky above you, a shimmering aurora that reflects off the calm waters below, visible for miles all around.

You've landed on a peninsula to the east of the South Outpost. There's little here — scattered trees on spring-barren plains, with a few overgrown, dilapidated structures poking out of the brush. All is quiet save for the keening of animals and the gentle lapping of waves against the shore. This lonely desolation is hardly the bustling cities and vibrant cultures you were promised back on the station...
BY CAMPFIRE'S GLOW. But waiting for you is a group of your predecessors, and with them, a veritable tent city, with portable stoves, coolers of food and drink, comfortable bedrolls, and cheerful rings of bonfires — all that you need to make merry of the night, courtesy of Overseer Voss, who has, thanks to his interest in blessed meteorological phenomena and refugees, decided to make a holy expedition of the affair.

Settle in, meet new comrades, and enjoy yourself, for you've safely completed your journey. But don't wander too far from the fires — the dark is closing in, and there's a strange, electric feeling in the air, the scent of ozone drifting on the breeze. And what were those odd readings Zasere mentioned?



A SHEPHERD OVER THE FLOCK. The spring sun dawns on a grey morning, already burning away the fog rolling in off the sea. It quickly becomes apparent that Voss and his entourage of acolytes have been up for hours, hard at work. They've set up a brightly-draped stage and a travel pulpit, magically enchanted to amplify his voice, and as the sun breaks over the horizon, Voss is all set to do what he does best: proselytize.

As our Goddess has sent Her blessing once before to herald the coming of those touched by Her light, so She has done once again! Here you see them, those surrounded by the light of our Goddess, each of them bearing the mark upon their skin of Her holiest of hands! Do you not see? Do none among you bear witness to the righteousness of Her message? Perhaps this is why our people have shamed themselves in front of our Goddess—

[ He continues for another 15 minutes... ]

Nevertheless. See you them before us now! See them as they are, coming to our gates with Her reminder, that these people must be treated with the utmost respect and care. Thesa's divinity is not to be treated with such flagrant disregard! Those who She chooses are not ours to use as mindless fodder, to hurt, to torture — shame upon those who allowed such deeds to shame us under Her watchful gaze!

To those of you who have just arrived here on our doorstep, be not afraid! The Temples of Thesa welcome you to our home with hearts and minds open! Should you ever find yourself in need of solace, seek out the Temples, as there are no greater allies to you than those of us within the Temple walls. You are welcome all to Olympia!


As he steps away from the enchanted podium, he can be heard saying aside to an acolyte, "How was that? Heavy on the shame, but I think it went well!" While he will not leave the area immediately, his acolytes will politely turn away attempts to speak with him and remind anyone interested that they can leave a message at the Temples.
CLOSE ENCOUNTERS    

Despite going off without hitch, the new refugees' arrival isn't entirely without incident. It seems that the "blessed" beam of light that brought the refugees down to El Nysa brought something else along with it — a sliver of the Storm. At least the beam was short enough that only a small fraction managed to squeeze through.

But it's enough to wreak a little havoc around the landing site and along the road back toward Olympia and Wyver — and even, for a few days, in the cities themselves.
THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE. The Storm is an undeniably destructive force, and that's proven with this small sliver's effect as it ripples across the continent. While there's no visible sign of its presence, strange phenomena soon begin to appear, corresponding with Zasere's odd readings.

They're innocuous little things at first. A sudden silence, animals going quiet, insects stilling. All technology, no matter how advanced, ceases working. You discover when you check with a friend, the clock on your phone is twelve minutes slow even though you'd swear only a minute had passed — time missing. Walking through the woods takes longer than it should when brushing past one bush leads to brushing past that same bush again — and again, and again, the area looping on itself. It keeps you trapped, going in circles for minutes, even hours, before finally releasing you in a random direction.

Or perhaps you'll feel a sense of deja vu, like you've walked down this road, taken this turn, seen that bird fly from this branch before. This is the second time that cat has crossed your path. The person you're meeting, you already know their name; you're certain you've already met.



WE GOT COWS. The Storm sliver also ushers in sudden, localized weather anomalies — heavy storms, blizzards, strong winds, and more. Affected areas range from just a few feet wide to nearly half a mile. One minute, the sky may be sunny and clear, but the next dark storm clouds roll in, unleashing torrential rain. Small tornadoes surge along the road, kicking up winds strong enough to knock people over and carry objects away. Hail hurtles down from the sky, but only in a ten foot radius. Temperatures fluctuate wildly between one extreme and the next, from heat waves to cold snaps. Soupy fog blankets the area, thick enough that you can barely see your hand in front of your face. Good luck finding your way!



FORGETTING IS SO LONG. The visions come on suddenly and with very little warning. One second, you're carrying on as normal — but the next, you blink and find yourself (and anyone near you) somewhere else completely. You may recognize this place as a moment from the past, one that you lived through. It's a memory, your memory, and it now replays around you in exceptional detail, unnervingly lifelike. Or you may not recognize it at all. It might belong to the person next to you, or to someone else entirely — a memory that the Storm has swallowed up.

Either way, the scene plays out just as it once did, and there's nothing you can do to stop it — or escape it. The memory surrounds you to no end: every door you open leads nowhere, every hallway you turn down continues on forever, every horizon you flee toward hangs just out of reach. And linger too long or turn the wrong corner, and you may find yourself abruptly stuck in a completely different memory. It's almost tempting, then, to give up, to let the past sweep you away...

But this isn't the full might of the Storm. Look closely, and you can see that in the walls of this trap, there are minute, hairline cracks, a facade of fractured glass. Imperfections in the memory where the real world is breaking through. It seems the only way to escape these memories is to find those cracks and break through them — by force, by will, or by some other method entirely.
DECISIONS, DECISIONS...    

The time is coming to make a choice — perhaps not a permanent choice, but unless you want to spend the rest of your nights out under the stars, you'll need to pick which city you will initially spend your time in. On the horizon, you will see that people have arrived to help you make that decision...
A FORK IN THE ROAD. Refugees and the hyper-religious wishing to hear Voss speak are not the only ones out and about under the light of the aurora. Citizens of both Olympia and Wyver have flocked to a point on the road midway between the cities and where the refugees have appeared, and they all have the same goal in mind: convincing the newcomers who have just descended in the blessed light of Thesa to come to their city and not the other.

They've come with bribes — that is, examples of what their cities have to offer. If you spent much time at the exhibition up on Thesa Station, you might recognize some of what's being shown off, though the offerings here are markedly more tangible, and shown off by hawkers wearing substantially fewer clothes.

A herd of pegasi accompanies the Olympians, while a line of flying serpents is stabled at a tent bearing Wyver colors. Refugees are given the chance to experience solo flights and are told that if they prove their loyalty, they may have the privilege of owning such fine beasts one day themselves. The Olympians have also brought couture clothing, jewelry, and makeup to offer a taste of Olympian splendor, while the Wyver delegation has brought along fine weapons, sense-enhancing jungle plants, and small vials of diluted dragon’s blood (drinking confers a temporary boost in strength) to demonstrate their might. The Olympians speak proudly of the glory of the Temples of Thesa; the Wyverns speak of the Volkkran Pact and inform newcomers that they can make a pilgrimage to the summit of Namarak Mountain at the next full moon.

This is as good a time as any to compare your plans with others around you and exchange contact information before going your separate ways with people who are going to the city you are not. When you’re ready to go, don’t worry about safe passage — the natives of each city will gladly escort you there in luxury.



OF WHITE AND GOLD. The people of Olympia are ecstatic that you’ve come to join them... So much so that they’ve prepared a grand tour of the city for the new arrivals. You will be introduced to the major businesses in the city, including businesses that they are proud to point out were founded by refugees.

Refugees who have been here for some time already are encouraged to pair up with newcomers to introduce them to the parts of the city they like best. To facilitate this, they’ve made arrangements with many of the business owners: new refugees who visit their shops (and older refugees who escort them) are given discounts!

Just a few examples of many: the Wyvernest offers free desserts to first time visitors with the purchase of a drink, refugees who visit the Silk Wyrms can have one custom (though not exceedingly expensive) outfit made for them for free, and visitors to Shades Darker are offered a half-hour session with one of the prostitutes at half price… or access to a private room, if they seem to have taken a shine to one of their companions on the tour.

Lastly, tour guides will point out that over the course of the next week, the train to Flona Cove will allow new refugees to board for free so that they can experience the seaside for themselves. With the weather finally starting to warm, this is as good a time as any for a visit to the beach, isn’t it?



OF RED AND BLACK. Life in Wyver is typically a sink-or-swim sort of experience — but in light of the valor recently displayed by their predecessors, the natives are now more willing to assist in getting newcomers settled. The entire journey here they have been talking up the virtues of their city… and now is the time to show everything that's on offer.

The well-known businesses in the city are prepared for the influx of newcomers. Some are giving out discounted samples of their products while others are offering a more hands-on experience: in exchange for working a few hours, they will give training in whatever task is being performed.

At the Forged, newcomers can learn the basics of crafting simple weapons (and take one of their successes home), while visitors to spas near the lagoons are trained in the art of massage. Those who wander to Falmi’s Ring can learn the art of pugilism or how to keep (and fix) books if they're more inclined to the gambling that goes on. Newcomers interested in Wyver's dragons can get hands-on experience at the Fields of the Exalted's nursery. While they walk from place to place, a guide may point out a job posting from Highwind Hires, noting that refugees can make a name for themselves outside official channels.

The last stop on the tour is the Undergrowth. The guides speak of the jungle in reverent tones and caution new refugees not to wander too far in. They warn never to explore alone, but also urge refugees to take time to familiarize themselves with it; after all, the jungle is an important part of life in Wyver, and those who are going to be living here should understand it as well as they do.
You've chosen your path, refugee, but that doesn't necessarily make it a permanent one. Watch out for the strange effects of the Storm, which linger still in the two cities and everywhere in between for the next few days before dissipating just as mysteriously as they came, but otherwise enjoy the welcome and make yourself at home — after all, this is home now.
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kaleorbekaled: (awkward smile)

[personal profile] kaleorbekaled 2018-04-23 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sure, but we should go outside for that," Kale says. "I don't want to be rude and distract people."

People were yelling enough that a little bit of conversation between observers who didn't have a front row seat was hardly a distraction, but any further demonstration of her abilities than a little glowing ball would be more disruptive. She has enough respect for her fellow warriors and for the people who come to watch that she doesn't want to bother anyone.

"Oh...maybe this would be a good time to introduce myself? My name is Kale."
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[personal profile] cassus 2018-04-23 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, that's hardly the most entertaining way to share one's deepest desires.

[ The things kept locked away within the confines of Dazai's head extend far beyond rudimentary terms like 'gruesome' and 'horrifying'. He's seen, known and dealt with the worst sort of evils. The likes of such wickedness should never be known by anyone with a heart untouched by evil, let alone witnessed with their own eyes.

It's truly a blessing none so far have accidentally glanced within his mind, considering how many do have extraordinary abilities. ]


Oh? Are you quite sure you have the stamina for that?

[ As dissimilar the pair may appear, they mirror one another with their defense mechanisms and habits of keeping others (emotionally) out of reach of their hearts. So when Linneus breeches that painfully familiar territory of arms-length flirtations, Dazai can effortlessly don the facade of some flirtatious rogue in order to serve them back. It's easier this way, to pretend he's never felt as deeply as he does, nor harbors all the endless weight of every single emotion that comes with suffering life, love and loss as intensely as Dazai truly does.

If only that were the truth. It would have saved him the kind of bone-deep wounds heartache bestows; festering and growing septic instead of healing as time goes by. ]


Because I might take you up on that offer...

[ Suddenly intent on behaving themselves, Dazai's hands settle themselves elsewhere, pressed against the blanket to prop him up throughout the casual banter. And perhaps it's this sample of Dazai's body language that's more telling of his mood than any of his words, which fall into the space between them far too casually. The distance is comfortable, comes without demands, and simply retains the earlier air of amicable companionship he doesn't have to over-think. ]

And keep you up well into the night with all my sordid fantasies.

[ Dazai is always in trouble, but dwelling on that is pointless. So he dodges the question with a little wink and the lopsided tug of a smile that's meant to lighten a mood he's responsible for making too heavy. ]
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[personal profile] latkje 2018-04-23 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
This was a mission, Prior.

[ He remembers, now— it had been a day's journey, to the inn, and he'd had to carry the luggage. After not getting any sleep the night before, he passed out as soon as he'd handed over the potch to innkeeper.

The woman tells him as much. "Dinner is over. The landlady is celebrating her birthday. It was… quite the affair."

"I see," says the other Nash. "Too bad." He'll be hungry in the morning.

There's a pause, a silence that hangs like the sword in the parable. Both are leaving things unsaid. Finally, Nash speaks again. "Hey, Sierra." That's her name, apparently. "The power of the 27 True Runes… is it a burden?"

"It is your job to find the answer to that question, is it not?" Her gaze is lidded, eyes heavy.

"Yeah, but— for me, it's a job. For you, it's fate."

And this is about when the other Nash, the real Nash, starts to look for a way out of the room. (Maybe it's wrong to think of him as the real Nash, though. Both are equally true.) ]
colorature: (Default)

[personal profile] colorature 2018-04-23 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
You do? That quick? You're strange.

[She doesn't mean that in a bad way, it's just a genuine observation of hers. For a human to like her after everything they'd seen her do...he must have a pretty strong stomach.]

But I'm strange too!

[So they can be two peas in a pod, or something to that degree.]

Even though not liking eggs makes you weirder.

[Just a bit.]
quintessent: (There's an ocean made of dreams)

[personal profile] quintessent 2018-04-23 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sorry, horror isn’t Allura’s normal genre.

The building is oppressively quiet, despite the storm raging outside; her companion’s sudden absence hanging in the air as heavily as his presence had been. Allura feels the hair at the back of her neck standing on edge, and her breathing seems loud to her ears. Cautiously, she takes a few steps forward, until her reflection looks up at her from the puddle where Boxer had been standing only moments before.
]

Calm down, Allura. Surely there’s some explanation for this…

[Lightning flashes again, and her bayard is in hand before she can really think about it (not sure what it can do against some unseen force that steals people away). The dim grey light is replaced by a familiar blue-green as the sword crackles back to life. She glances at the device,]

…I don’t suppose you know where he’s gone?

[Talking to inanimate objects is normal.]
unos: (ғᴇᴇʟ it beating)

[personal profile] unos 2018-04-23 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Even though Rosalind maintains it, Katsura is quick to break eye contact when she starts to undo her sleeve. He's seen plenty of wounds like the one on her forearm (a friend of he and Takasugi's has a similar one, as a matter of fact) and his expression doesn't change much, even as he's mentally noting that it's just like Takasugi to do something like this.

The sight of the bruises is another matter, however. Katsura looks, very briefly, a bit puzzled as he gaze falls on the ugly yellowed marks. But then he realizes what he's looking at and his expression clouds over, a flat out scowl taking the place of his brief confusion.
]

I see. That must mean he sees you as a considerable threat, as well.

[ Takasugi doesn't get murder-crushes on just anyone, after all. And Katsura supposes that settles the matter, doesn't it? But first... ]

I've told you my name - what's yours?
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[personal profile] pebblestone 2018-04-23 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
In need of help?

[ That's certainly enough of a reply to get Frederick to blink in surprise. Not that altruism by itself is a bad thing - quite the opposite, in fact - but it's been so long since anyone's so openly put the needs of others above themselves.

The last time—well. He clears his head of that particular thought, and casts his gaze about. Despite the outlandish props put together and the gaudy decorations meant to garner the attention of newcomers, it's not quite enough to erase the pockets of inequality scattered all about. ]


If traveling's of no concern, then perhaps you could visit both countries and decide based on personal observation.
tailorable: (e33)

[personal profile] tailorable 2018-04-23 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he doesn't think he's ever met anyone quite like her, even without the supernatural elements colouring his perception. when she calls him strange, he doesn't bother to maintain neutrality, expression turning incredulous. he opens his mouth and then closes it again. he's been called a lot of things in his short life but, uh, not that.

then the mention of the eggs startles a laugh out of him. is that his identifier now... granted it's the reason for his nickname, but still. ]


Oi, one of the perks of being my friend is that when breakfast is on the table, you get my eggs, too. It's a win for everyone.

[ he thought about this... ]
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[personal profile] colorature 2018-04-23 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
I love eggs.

[There's more of a skip in her step now, as she gives their hands a stronger swing. Whatever somber mood she might've had earlier has melted away into something far sunnier. The backdrop of their little encounter reflects it too, a warm breeze whipping her long hair around.]

Are we going to have breakfast then? Are we really friends now?

[Was it really that easy? Oh...but there's one problem, one little snag-]

...But breakfast's past. Lunch too, I think.

[What time was it even?]
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[personal profile] catfident 2018-04-23 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A "persona"? She's never heard that term before. She wonders if it's some sort of alternate spirit, or some embodiment of this cat's soul. This cat who isn't actually a cat, if its words are to be believed.

For the moment, she's inclined to believe him. There are stranger things than cats that aren't cats, after all. ]


Are you on the run from someone then? Why pick the form of a cat to scurry around in when you dislike it so much?

[ Surely he could have gone with a dog or something. ]
catfident: (x029)

[personal profile] catfident 2018-04-23 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She doesn't see a single problem, thanks. ]

With any luck, you won't have to.

[ Because as ready as she is to back up her claims at all times, she's also not keen on sailing through the air not of her own volition. Their serpent friend's outfitted and saddled, then with a grand flourish, the attendee waves for them to hop aboard.

Yoruichi mimics him, perfectly content with hopping on second. ]


Ladies first.
tailorable: (e53)

[personal profile] tailorable 2018-04-23 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ This sure is a wild conversation, but he's managing — mostly because he doesn't have the heart to do anything but go along with her suggestions. Perhaps focusing on something outside the simulation will get them home, too. ]

If you want, yeah. [ to breakfast and being friends. ] Could do breakfast for dinner. My mum used to make that all the time when she was working. [ He hums in thought. Maybe on the station instead of at the spy cottage, though, seeing as Diva eats... other things... ]

[ 'Course he can't help but think this is like If You Give a Mouse a Cookie only with, er, vampires and eggs somehow. ]
Edited (nitpicks!!) 2018-04-23 22:33 (UTC)
flashystyle: (i'm so horny and angry all the time)

[personal profile] flashystyle 2018-04-23 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Proper action isn't quite as flattering as you imagine. It's a lot of getting knocked on your ass, electrocuted, and your outfit absolutely shredded. I may perish before I allow you to ridicule the state she left us in.

[He puts up quite the talk, for someone who can't bring himself to drag his feet on. He remembers the fight well — a few cracked ribs, sprains, miserable but with a sense of overwhelming accomplishment accompanied by the others' high spirits. Now, knowing it isn't real, the place is hollow. By's company is the only solace here, otherwise it would be torture.]

The rain is fine. I don't like the cold.
catfident: (x020)

[personal profile] catfident 2018-04-23 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It would be oh-so easy to lay everything bare and admit to being one herself, but there's still something fishy here that she's determined to suss out before giving away her own cache of secrets. She pretends to think a moment before she replies, casually: ]

I know a few.

[ More than just a few, technically, but she's only really friends with a handful, the rest having forsworn her a century ago. ]

Why do you want to know? Don't you already have shinigami friends of your own?

[ With another wave towards the "movie set" as she continues staring at Misa, expectant. ]

Though it's not very nice to kill your friends.
colorature: (Default)

[personal profile] colorature 2018-04-23 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[Once you feed her you can't go back. It's done. The pact is sealed and you've essentially earned yourself one (1) menace who will attempt to break into your house through the window to nap in your bed or raid your fridge.

You're welcome.]


Breakfast for dinner?

[It sounds...like a novel idea. So much so she's pausing to stare at him, excited by the thought.]

What will you eat though, if not eggs?

[And speaking of eggs, it looks like the scenery around them is beginning to crack in certain places, as if the shell of memories that has been encasing the two of them is giving way.]
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[personal profile] assholic 2018-04-23 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[Watching him kill Zod would just make her ache for him. She'd done the exact same thing; been pushed to the point that it was a necessity. She hadn't wanted to. He'd made her a killer once before, and it broke her a little that she had to do it of her own volition this time, no one to hide behind. She would have felt that pain and understood it.

Watching him die? That... might have broken her. The idea of losing him was always on the fringe of her mind, and the possibility that there was some place, some time out there where he'd been lost... That was the cruelest thing life could offer.

But all of that was preferable to what he might have seen of hers. She'd already had one person see her at one of her worst moments. Someone she wasn't that close to, despite how close they'd gotten. Having Clark see what Brock had... That would be a moment she didn't think she could stomach. Having him look at her after that would just hurt. Judging her. Sympathizing. Whatever he'd feel, it would grate at her. So she could be thankful, all things considered, that this was the worst of it. So far.]


You were a cute little shit, you know that?
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[personal profile] atwo 2018-04-23 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Raw fish sounds dangerous, but I've never eaten it before.

[ she probably hasn't eaten a lot of food before tbh. it feels so pointless to her that when she was younger, maybe it would have caught her interest.

but now? she's a little unsure. ]


I imagine that they have a decent range. I don't know how edible they would all be though.
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[personal profile] inreturn 2018-04-23 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, you flatterer.

[The words might imply he's annoyed, but Kaden's tone is pleased, as expected. With Chuuya's back to him, he hums a little. There's a sound of him ruffling through his belongings, and then he grabs Chuuya's hair and starts to brush with a very luxurious (albeit slightly damp) comb. At least his pouch protected it from getting too wet?]

Let's brush some of that water right out...this is one of my best brushes. I've never used it on anything other than my tail.

[Which is perilously close to his ass but you know Kaden's not that icky of a guy.]
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[personal profile] inreturn 2018-04-23 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Yep! Teeth. Oh, and claws.

['Feline'? Rude. If Kaden knew, he'd be having a conniption. And in this household, we headcanon Kaden has little fangs and claws. He's a dangerous animal and a ridiculously handsome man, thank you.

But he leans in closer. Just a bit. He's intrigued, Archer.]


So, you make them a different way? Do you have a weapon you've made?

[It must look really different, he thinks to himself.]
inreturn: (11)

[personal profile] inreturn 2018-04-23 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[Wow, for a cat, this guy is pretty tense. Kaden's ears droop as he thinks this over.]

You can feel the strange presence in the air, right? [The Storm, not that Kaden knows it.] You should try to relax while you can. As soon as the illusion clears, I'll get us both far away from here so we don't get caught.
sullenstallion: (92)

[personal profile] sullenstallion 2018-04-23 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[IT'S NOT THAT.

At least Atsushi is light. Dylas scrambles as soon as he feels Atsushi standing up, springing to his feet, almost falling over, and then catching his balance. He dusts a few blades of grass off of his trousers and exhales a grunt before remembering the important thing here: they're out.

He turns to Atsushi.]


I feel like I'm the one who should be asking you that. But I'm fine. I'm...glad it's over.
unos: (ʏᴏᴜ swing your head high)

[personal profile] unos 2018-04-24 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ 'Disappointingly ridiculous' is a fairly standard mode for Katsura. Really, Takasugi should be used to it by now. ]

That's just because I wouldn't cut my hair.

[ Katsura never cuts it aside from a trim. Even his haircut courtesy of Nizou had been entirely unwanted, if unresisted on account of playing dead. ]

Why did you send us that message, anyway? The one about Kurokono Tasuke.

[ That whole situation had been played out and resolved with Katsura and Sakamoto being none the wiser, but he is still curious. ]
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coming right up

[personal profile] personalwar 2018-04-24 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ A normal conversation with someone like 76 just might not be possible, given his penchant for getting into trouble and his need to always be working on something. He doesn't do well when he's left idle, but just this once he would have been fine to keep up a casual conversation on the road back to Wyver.

Instead there's this, whatever's going on here. X'rhun seems to be perceiving everything the same way that he is, which means that it's probably some kind of shared hallucination. 76 has no idea what would have triggered it, or why it's a place from his past that they've ended up in.

He pauses at the question, half-tempted to lie, but there's really no wriggling out of this one. ]
Yeah. [ It's the only explanation he provides for now, though he knows there are probably more questions coming.

As they're walking, though, he hears some voices coming down the hall from the opposite direction. Both of them are familiar, one because it's his, and the other -- well, it's almost enough to make him stop in his tracks. He instead looks for somewhere to hide, but there isn't time, and soon enough two men are walking toward them.

One might seem familiar, if without the visor or the scars, and younger, though not by so much -- he's blond yet graying. The other will be a complete stranger, with a severe expression and a beanie pulled over his shaved head. Even though 76 and X'rhun are standing right in front of them, the men seem to have no idea that they're there. Of course not, because none of this is real.

It is something that happened, though. 76 remembers this, though he can barely seem to bring himself to look at the pair. ]
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[personal profile] versianvirtue 2018-04-24 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
The scenes playing before her are so traumatic that she's wholly immersed, sense of actual time and place removed. Slaine is over there, half-naked and in chains. That's why when he covers her eyes, she jolts, ready to retaliate. It's only because his voice lands close to her ear that she relaxes, able to trust the presence obscuring her vision.

Mired in her outrage and empathy, her soft voice quivers in its mournful disbelief. "Slaine... is this... All of this... Did this happen to you?"
Edited 2018-04-24 00:56 (UTC)
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[personal profile] ukase 2018-04-24 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
[HYDRA had been more than an escape from a shitty life situation. It might have been the most screwed up military-like family to exit but it was still better than where most of them had come from. HYDRA also evolved with their needs, pulling them in with opportunity and then offering them more than that. For those that excelled, they were given motivation to continue to, but for the ordinary, it was a place to be part of. The strong might thrive more, but loyalty was above and beyond the most binding trait of being part of the organization.

People that grew up as they did needed to be cared about, and they had to be given an opportunity to care in some twisted capacity. Order through pain. There was no order without sacrifice in some way.

And when the scene shifted, Rumlow knew it wasn't his immediately. The voice, the scene, the girls were all wrong, which meant that they had made a transition into one of Ava's memories. She was younger and fiercer than he remembered her, practically willing to attack anything, and yet, he too saw her capacity to care that young, especially when the other girl was involved. Someone with as much combat experience as he had saw her move, and it would take her much longer to master a skill of feigning a combat slip.

His arm reached out to slip around her lithe waist, offering the little comfort that he could given the situation. The murder was expected, and it was clear that the man in the uniform was looking to push Ava. That he offered her a reason and a means to kill him was just the beginning no doubt.]


Is this the Red Room?