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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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thetaintedsorrow: (You looking at me?)

[personal profile] thetaintedsorrow 2018-04-11 11:34 am (UTC)(link)
Really? What do they do?

[Color him curious. Might as well keep Shell talking until the memory fades away completely.]

Is that why Reign wants to open a perfume store?
gekkajuu: commissioned, please do not steal (eatsushi095_zpsz1wecsyy)

Atsushi Nakajima | Bungou Stray Dogs | cw: child abuse

[personal profile] gekkajuu 2018-04-11 11:36 am (UTC)(link)
FORGETTING IS SO LONG. because we all gotta get that character torture in, dammit

[The scenes are familiar, every detail experienced as vividly as the first time - or maybe even more so. Atsushi couldn't have described the scent of the orphanage or the way its walls bounce back the sound, but now that he's experiencing them again, they match his memories with such intensity that the scene almost seems more real than reality.

It is reality, he's pretty sure. Even if you don't know Atsushi, it's probably not difficult to recognize the child with a similar choppy haircut - 11 years old; 8 years old; even younger than that - as the young man who stands there, witnessing his own past like a ghost. The surroundings are so dreary, they seem to mute the harsh things happening - or maybe that's just how Atsushi has managed to live with the memories. There's nothing positive to see here, only beatings, abuse, constantly being told that the world would be better off if he were dead... He's kept in chains, injected with God only knows what, drowned... One scene fades into the next seamlessly, and there doesn't seem to be an end to them.]


I don't... understand.

[How did this happen? It's unpleasant, yet he can't seem to tear himself away to look for an exit. None of the memories disturb him as much as they should, acceptance having always been a prerequisite for surviving in that place, even if the fear never went away. Only the appearance of one particular man unsettles Atsushi at all - and even then, he can't seem to leave.

That man is dead, and Atsushi knows it. If he tells himself that often enough, maybe the memories will disappear again.

Or maybe he's just using that as an excuse for why he can't seem to move.]
steponme: sad, cry (♩ From the veins)

[personal profile] steponme 2018-04-11 11:38 am (UTC)(link)
--I'm not doing it on purpose!!

[The reply he gets is as sudden as it is cutting, Shell struggling to deal with this on top of everything else he's been going through. Sure, this may have been his fantasy that finally came to life, but-- but the greater context he learned only after all of this only made watching it now painful in a way he never really thought about before.]

[How many of his screams for One to stop were genuine? How much did One enjoy tearing into his back with that whip, not out of a mutual desire for their "play", but because he really and truly hated Shell for what he was?]

[He chokes out a sob, bringing his hands up to his ears to try and tune out the sound of his own pleas for help.]


I don't... I don't want to see anymore of this...
arcane: (pic#11405510)

fork.

[personal profile] arcane 2018-04-11 11:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ it isn't unusual for others to seek some form of an opinion from him. whether as a servant, or a hero, he supposes inquiries of this breed were pretty commonplace. but, he supposes this was a pretty unique set of circumstances, all things considered. it isn't a war she questions about, for one, or battle tactics, but a simple...

"what do you think"?

it's a fairly general question, he supposes. both sides, as with any tale, had their pros and cons. also their areas of cohesion, and places of complete separation. but, still, he gives a thoughtful hum.
] I suppose I've already set my decision in stone.

Have you had any issue? [ but, it's here a few other citizens crop up. attempting to show them things, or offer a pint of blood for them, and he can only give an almost tired smile, before simply waving a hand. he guesses if there was any problems, it's probably this. ]
steponme: sad, smile (♫ That nobody could)

[personal profile] steponme 2018-04-11 11:46 am (UTC)(link)
I think that's more because it was his profession back home... but he's an expert on pheromones, too. [His expression grows a little more wistful.] I told you before that humans were usually afraid of me, right? That's... because of our pheromones.

If I used mine now, in a space like this...

[He takes a glance out at the remaining group of people, some of whom are starting to look around for cracks in the walls to try and break through the memory.]

...I could make everyone in here do whatever I told them to do. They're hard for humans to resist -- especially with vampires from my family.
arcane: (pic#10453916)

iii.

[personal profile] arcane 2018-04-11 11:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ while it's a sight to behold, a grown man rejected by several tailors, it's definitely not the sight arjuna had intended to see. for a few seconds he deliberates simply up and leaving. to pretend as if he hasn't seen anything, and in many ways that may have been the most effective choice. but, it's in that sliver of time he debates just up and walking away that he realizes ....

he's being spoken to.

it appeared this man is nothing but trouble, if him being temporarily outcasted was any real indication of that. but, still. a hero must remain polite and poised. something he manages to do with relative ease, all things considered. when he speaks his voice is calm.
] No.

[ then a loooong drawn out pause, as if he's thinking how to be more subtle. ] I'm afraid not.
vorrutyer: (world-weary (and smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2018-04-11 11:56 am (UTC)(link)
Not too important. Père didn't pay her dowry, after all.

[ But this story doesn't really have an unhappy ending, because - ]

Married to someone she loved.
insist: (13.)

he probably shops there too ..... he has (had) mad manga money but now he's a hobo

[personal profile] insist 2018-04-11 12:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Thanks Dia, for being nice about his weird fashion choices. Or at least, not being truthful, because Rohan is a childish asshole who doesn't take well to insults. ]

I don't actually have a full recollection of this day, so I wouldn't be so quick to call it a 'good memory'. [ Things could still get weird. ] Though, I suppose, most of my experiences before the year 1999 were mostly uneventful.

[ 1999 being the year that he comes from. In that same year he got shot by an arrow, developed a Stand, met many other Stand users, almost got killed a few times and helped hunt down a murderer. It's funny that before all that, he was only a guy who wrote manga for a living.

Now, he turns his attention to this rather androgynous person. Their hair is really something, but he's never been one to judge based on appearances. ]


This is Gucci, a luxury fashion outlet with a huge presence in my world. All the items you're looking at were crafted by top fashion designers and go for a hefty price. [ He points at the top Dia's tugging at. ] That, for example, could easily go for 120,000 yen.
notsolomon: (pic#10378493)

[personal profile] notsolomon 2018-04-11 12:33 pm (UTC)(link)
That's very true. Though I don't see what a little spider is going to do. It actually does make me think a little of a friend though, this scene. He loves any kind of supernatural thing, but ghosts make him cry. Tell him a war in Hell is going on and he is ecstatic, but if the ghost of the old school master is supposedly roaming about he cries. And he's my age.

[He shook his head though at the scene and decided to change the subject slightly.]

Girls are cruel though, huh? Or is that just sisters?
unweave: (pic#11664420)

[personal profile] unweave 2018-04-11 12:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She was just getting use to the humidity of Wyver and now she finds herself in nothing but whipping cold winds. It's not a change she's welcoming, bundled up with her scarf, jacket and bad attitude. She's annoyed, traversing through an eerily familiar looking place.

She follows foot tracks, a long trail leading towards a particularly scrawny Chocobro that awaits for her. Instinctively, she calls out: ]


You couldn't pick somewhere warmer?!

[ Just... gonna blame him. Yup. ]
insist: (85.)

[personal profile] insist 2018-04-11 12:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ hey cain leave him alone ... why don't you look at what percy wears before you shit on rohan. ]

This store. [ He's a little astounded that there are people who don't know Gucci, but he does acknowledge the fact that people come from different worlds. ]

Like a dress-up game, you mean? [ He ponders that suggestion for a second. ] Pft. That's a stupid idea, but it also sounds like it could be fun. Are you going to go first?

[ does he actually want to do this, or is he just fucking with cain ... who knows ]
presses: (pic#11546550)

[personal profile] presses 2018-04-11 12:41 pm (UTC)(link)
( no, no he... isn't doing a very good job at it. but there's a sentiment behind the tough guy act that betrays him, one motivated by a bone-deep and uncanny illness at witnessing this type of abuse. he's been on the other end of someone's fists and crops, knows what it's like to have any protest fall on deaf ears, knows when no reaction can get a guy to stop.

but there's a profound aloneness to the memory that leaves him almost in a panic to stop it. is there no one around to help him in it? to cringe for him, to wince at each hit, to promise they'll get revenge one day and to commiserate and conspire with? if the memory wasn't going to let up, then he takes the approach that isn't exactly sympathetic, but he feels might redirect any emotions and bring him out of the moment.

it's not quite kind, no, and he doesn't like doing it. feels even worse when the nudge sends him scrambling, looking back at eugene with a countenance so wrought and loud with emotion that it feels like a strike to his own chest; there's too much to place there, written so plainly and painfully, and the guy's crying now. it puts eugene into a defensive grimace for a second, teeth gritting and hand moving to roam anxiously through his own hair, tearing his gaze away as he mumbles. )


Seriously, this guy's--?

( crying? not a surprise, it's a fucking horrific memory, but he was hoping it was a trick of the light or something. ) Uh, look.

( he can come off caustic and rough and like a complete jackass, sure, and ...well, he is all of these things, but he's also too sensitive for his own good. )

I'm not trying to make this worse for you. ( doesn't mean he isn't. ) But that creep over there? ( eugene thumbs at the uncomfortable imagery, stopping his eyes from wandering back. )

I don't care what you stole or how much of a smartass you were, you didn't deserve something like that. ( pep talks were always a weakness of his, and that fact alone would burn his face with embarrassment were he not so focused on the other man's anguish. it's distracting. and, though he takes a step forward to advance, he stops mid-movement at his own trepidation. )

I'll forget I ever saw this, okay? ( he tries for this approach, inwardly cursing what a spectacular Dick Move it is for the storm or whatever to screw with this guy's mind in such a way. he's blathering, he knows it, but there's a bit of a desperation to allay him that hits his tone. the kind of slow-boiling panic that hits anyone trying to inadequately calm another. ) If I see you later, I'll look at you and think, "who's that guy? he seems cool and strong" and all of that!
vorrutyer: (world-weary (and smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2018-04-11 12:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ So - no. That doesn't take them out of the memory. Somewhere in Byerly, there's a little curl of panic as he wonders if the creature is going to show up here - if he's sleeping, dreaming again - But it doesn't feel like a dream. It's sharper-edged. He's more in control. And yet -

To suppress the fear, he turns his attention on the blue-eyed child before him. Recognizably Nash - good heavens, he hasn't changed anything about himself in the intervening thirty years, has he? - and good for a bit of amusement. He tilts his head towards the adult Nash and coos: ]


Look at you. You were adorable.
insist: (26.)

[personal profile] insist 2018-04-11 12:52 pm (UTC)(link)
I see. I see. You really don't pay attention at all, do you? [ hey rohan NEITHER DO YOU ]

I want to ride the Pegasus, but he won't let me do it unless I find another rider. Why don't you just volunteer yourself already? [ Chop chop!! He needs his daily dose of fun stuff met at once, and he doesn't care what Akira thinks! ]
pebblestone: official art (fe:a) (pic#11550772)

[personal profile] pebblestone 2018-04-11 12:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ah. Frederick blinks at the strange combination of works - surely Elizabeth is a female name and not a male name? - but ultimately nods, unwilling to be rude and go down that particular path with a man he's just met. ]

Best not to disturb Elizabeth then.

[ Whoever he is.

The second sentiment garners much more understanding and a more certain nod. ]


I'm afraid I cannot recommend one cause over the other. Both sides have committed atrocities against the other, with no justifiable reason behind their actions.

[ Hopefully he's talking to a newcomer and not a fanatical Olympian resident ready to jail him for his blasphemous words... ]
diplomatie: (2483720-11)

3-b!! now they're even on memory seeing

[personal profile] diplomatie 2018-04-11 12:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ah ... well, the first thing he notices is that Duo doesn't seem to be much different than he would've imagined, in terms of his violence. He's often seemed ready to pick fights, so it's no wonder he grew up the same.

But the rest of this ... is a bit shocking. Or maybe, rather, it's upsetting. He didn't know he had this sort of past — being an orphan, picked on, all that. Alphinaud merely watches silently through most of it, feeling sad for the boy. Regardless of their bickering, it's not like he wants to see Duo experience this sort of stuff, especially as a kid. Though it does give him a good idea of why he may be the way he is.

He's rather solemn when he speaks. ]


A glimpse of your childhood, I presume.

[ He's not ... sure what to say about it yet. How to really tackle what he's seeing to the boy he's had such an ... interesting relationship with. ]
braidedwonder: (i live by my own law)

[personal profile] braidedwonder 2018-04-11 12:54 pm (UTC)(link)

[ Smaller Duo makes his first and probably last good-intentioned bit of theft before he leaves the Sister among the rubble, careful, small hands dislodging the silver cross she's always worn and taking it as his momento of her. Maybe someone else would've liked to have had it, but.. well. He's always been a bit of a selfish thing, and if that's all he'll ever take to remember her by he thinks it's a small enough price to pay for her family, if she even had one.

The 'adult' (or teen, whatever) version of Duo isn't standing too far away, though, fingers running over a chain he typically keeps tucked inside that high collar. The smell of blood and burning is so ingrained in his nose that all of this is a bit more real than even when he dreams about it, fingers working in a furious back and forth motion as he stares off. It's a self soothing technique as much as anything, though showing that it effects him at all with bother Duo for a while to come - even if it's Prompto.

Child Duo is a hollow-eyed little shell of himself as he wanders away, sort of disoriented and stumbling, not at all effected by Prompto calling out.

Teen Duo - he snaps to attention with precision, straightening up slightly before he finally asks - ]


Yeah, Prompto?
beknight: ([ jl ] 179.)

a fork in the road.

[personal profile] beknight 2018-04-11 12:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Slinking's one word. Lurking's another, more appropriate to this particular individual. John's lucky, he didn't catch Bruce skulking, although the dark coloured coat certainly suggests it.

'I've heard them all, at this point.'

Far from the weariness it suggests, there's a faint sort of amusement, like even after the end of the world — of many — there's still salesmen to deal with. Bruce has lived through his fair share of Olympia and Wyver. He's a fickle man, he lives in one and enjoys the other. Wyver's shadows suit him, but his dearest friend and partner prefers the city.

'What do you think?'
pebblestone: official art (fe:h) (pic#11550768)

[personal profile] pebblestone 2018-04-11 12:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Admittedly the serpent has him grimacing in discomfort, old fears springing up to the surface with alarming ease, but it would be unbecoming of him to give up so soon and turn tail and run.

Not to mention—that woman up there seems in dire need of a hand.

She falls and he leaps forward, arms outstretched to catch her. It's not a graceful landing by any means, Zero's momentum enough to bowl the both of them over, but she lands on top, most of the impact absorbed by Fred's body underneath.

He doesn't see enough of her face to recognize her just yet, and simply asks with no small amount of concern in his voice: ]


Are you quite alright?
insist: (70.)

[personal profile] insist 2018-04-11 01:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ how are they going to get out of this, they're just a bunch of normals

He's winded from having his abdomen smash into JJ's front, and wheezing a little, but he does have enough energy in him to glance back at the person he's now stringing along. ]
Hrk -- You?

[ That annoying, self-absorbed guy he had met before (pot, kettle). Rohan doesn't actually know what JJ's powers are, but from their last encounter he's gathered that the man is pretty useless. So he hasn't exactly found very useful help, but there is a silver lining to all this -- at least there's someone else as miserable as he is right now, and he can take comfort in that.

Though he can't say he likes JJ very much, he does acknowledge that their chances of survival increase if they stick together. He doesn't actually want to see JJ smash into a wall and die, either. Rohan wraps an arm around him, keeping him close. This is yaoi again ig

It's hard to speak with the wind in his face, but he does try. ]
Do you have -- any sort of rope ...

[ They can lasso a tree or something and stabilize themselves. ]
seagoing: (pic#12072894)

[personal profile] seagoing 2018-04-11 01:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[Somehow, despite of the general uncomfortable feeling of her private secrets laid out in the open in vivid detail crawling under her skin the question Rosalind asks her makes her laugh a little. Of all the things to question, it's a little amusing as she fiddles with the surprisingly solid perfume bottles on her newly abandoned dresser.]

Missed him did you? Zevran always was quite the skilled artist when it came to his work, he only stopped by long enough to get what I had ready for him. If we linger here...wherever we are long enough we might even get to see the fruits of his labor.

[She turns back then, fiddling with an ornate bottle in her hands as she glances toward the door. Time had passed long enough that she doesn't remember how Zevran leaves after the deed is done, but she highly doubts it was through the door in which he came. She almost wants to see the body for herself, just to know, to confirm in this weird...dream they'd landed themselves in.]

I can only ever dream of having done the honors myself, but no. What you saw... [She hesitates, suddenly hit with a feeling of bewilderment.] I wouldn't dare intefere with the work of a Crow, especially when it's to my benefit. I just gave him the key and told him which door led to the study is all, just to make sure he could do his job with little disruption.
braidedwonder: (who's gon' save me from this hell)

even steven but duo kinda just wants to die at this point sdhf :'D

[personal profile] braidedwonder 2018-04-11 01:09 pm (UTC)(link)

[ Honestly the whole seeing and sharing bits of their past would be a bit better for him if it didn't feel a lot like the Storm just exposing his delicate belly and asking someone to cut him open, still alive. That's maybe a bit dramatic, but all of this isn't something Duo generally discusses in such great detail. Sure it's not a big deal to say he's an orphan, to casually throw out that he didn't have parents to teach him any better should someone bring up manners -

But for things he's still insecure over to be shown like this?

It's more exposing than he'd like. ]


Yeah. Back before Deathscythe and all of that.. Your own personal little glimpse at Colony Cluster L2, After Colony .. [ A little noise as he raises his hand and wobbles it back and forth to say 'more or less' ] .. 190, I guess. Probably around 8 or 10 then.
seagoing: (pic#11955380)

[personal profile] seagoing 2018-04-11 01:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's a little jarring to hear the voice of her younger charge and captain to be, her friend she hadn't seen in weeks and only talked to though various forms of text messaging. It felt wrong almost to have her here...however she was here on the night of her husbands murder, of the night she herself had run away and never looked back to see the aftermath.]

Only for a short time, but it wasn't by choice.

[It's almost funny to think that in this night she was a widow, only instead of mourning for her lost love she'd taken what she could and ran for the hills. However the both of them are here, in this recollection she barely told to anyone is a mystery to her, but it's one she hardly wants to traumatize the younger girl with by telling her the gritty details.]

If you ever find yourself a husband or even possibly a wife, make sure it's a partnership of love you're getting into. Greed and selfish desire won't take you far, and it makes things all the more messier in the end when you want to go your separate ways.

[In her case one way being to the sea, and the other to the grave. She at least tries for a reassuring smile to help cut the tense atmosphere of the humid night around them.]
beknight: ([ bvs ] 55.)

forgetting is so long (cr version).

[personal profile] beknight 2018-04-11 01:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ One moment he's looking in on her, silently, briefly, having been out of touch due to his jungle phase — ]

[ — and the next, they are in a room. There is a girl. She is Dutch, not yet made, bearing the cracks in her with as much grace as one so young can be expected. He learns the name, Khlyen. He learns it to make sure it will be ash. ]

This is real.

[ He is at her side, unyielding. ]

You don't have to watch.
impavid: (❖ I know it's been done)

[personal profile] impavid 2018-04-11 01:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"What do I think?"

John squints up at Bruce, takes another sip of his drink.

"I just got here, and I think everyone's trying to sell their car to me without showing me the small print."

Or close enough, anyway. He supposes it's more a house than a car, but he's not dedicated enough to backtrack and correct his own shoddy metaphor.