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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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beknight: ([ bvs ] 182.)

[personal profile] beknight 2018-04-11 01:24 pm (UTC)(link)
'More house than car, wouldn't you say?'

The correction has only amusement, no sharpness. He understands, in a way, nothing will ever hold his heart like Gotham did, and it's truly mixed feelings knowing he'll never see her spires again, at least, not soon. She'd have destroyed herself before a true dawn. Maybe the Storm did him a favour.

'What sort of place did you come from?'
beknight: ([ jl ] 180.)

ii.

[personal profile] beknight 2018-04-11 01:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It happens again, with Wanda. Bruce is unresisting, knowing that magic isn't something they can fully fight, that they can't even control what flashes in front of them. Talk about ice breakers. ]

[ He appears at her side, preferring to show himself rather than let her wonder which one of these shadowy forms is a real person. Bruce could blend. But it's not the truth needed here. ]

Where are we?

[ Soft, but firm. They can't control what they see, but they can always control what they do in the face of it. ]
thetaintedsorrow: (Sympathy)

[personal profile] thetaintedsorrow 2018-04-11 01:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[There’s absolutely no warning before Chuuua is pulled into this odd dreamscape, and he blinks, confused as his surroundings suddenly melt away and are replaced with the sight of a dreary building. He’s been trapped in illusions made by ability users before, but this is like watching one of those goddamn simulations on Thesa Station. It’s all so vivid that it’s almost like Chuuya is standing there in person, watching the torture of a young child that is undeniably Atsushi Nakajima.

It’s cruel; of course it is. No child should be treated that way. It’s awful, terrible, heart wrenching, and just about the saddest thing that Chuuya has ever witnessed, and yet his life is just fucked up enough to expect this kind of thing, especially for the orphans of Yokohama. It’s brutal, and Chuuya is damn lucky that he hardly remembers his own childhood, considering what he’s been told.

There’s nothing he can possibly say or do to ease the pain of reliving these memories, but Chuuya speaks up anyway, brows furrowed beneath the shadow of his hat.
]

You just can’t catch a break, can you?
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latkje: (xii.)

[personal profile] latkje 2018-04-11 01:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Nash is too taken by the sudden resurrection of his house to notice Byerly tensing. But part of him agrees anyway, this is starting to look like a situation where weird monsters might pop out at any moment. ]

Yes, there I am, the most eligible bachelor in the Holy Kingdom. I don't know what...

[ It's not a terribly specific memory, because he always ran in the house when he could get away with it and always looked properly chided when he got caught. But then he sees the servant that his other self clearly does— the first assistant groundskeeper, he thinks. ]

Oh. [ He tilts his head toward Byerly. ] I told you about this already.

[ And sure enough, the first assistant groundskeeper begins to explain to young Nash that he can't play with the Sanadian children his family had taken in, anymore. ]
thetaintedsorrow: (Sympathy)

[personal profile] thetaintedsorrow 2018-04-11 01:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Chuuya’s expression remains neutral as Shell explains pheromones to him, but inside he’s reminded of Yumeno Kyusaku, the child who could manipulate others’ minds with his ability. It’s hard to believe that someone as seemingly soft and sweet as Shell could do such a thing, and from the way he speaks about it, he’s none too fond of the idea.]

That’s some power.

[Chuuya can’t say that the idea doesn’t put him off a bit, but he’s not frightened in the slightest.]

Maybe they don’t work on people here.
seeingscarlet: (fragile; 169)

[personal profile] seeingscarlet 2018-04-11 01:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[It would be difficult to blend in here. They've found themselves in a modest apartment at dinnertime by the looks of it. Wanda - the adult one - has gone pale and is starting to tremble. Not this, not this, she can't watch this again--]

Home.

[It's barely a whisper, something Bruce could easily miss if the people in the vision were talking any louder. The two children sit on the same side of the table, opposite their mother while their father rises to get the salt. The dark-haired girl asks her mother to pass the salad and Wanda lets out a choked sob and grabs Bruce's arm.]

Move.

[Can they get hurt here? Wanda doesn't want to find out so she drags Bruce away to a part of the living room that should be safe.

In a few short seconds the reason for Wanda's urgency becomes crystal clear. Without any warning, something crashes through the apartment building, taking the man and the woman with it and leaving the girl staring stupidly at the giant hole in the floor where her parents were. Where Bruce and Wanda were standing scant seconds ago.

The boy is faster to react than his sister. He shouts Wanda's name and scoops her up, barreling across the apartment into their parents' room as the entire complex shudders with the force of the shelling.]
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[personal profile] impavid 2018-04-11 01:58 pm (UTC)(link)
His face scrunches up at the correction, because get out of his head Bruce, before he begrudgingly nods.

"Yeah. I was just thinking that." Still, he takes another sip of his drink -- looking the other man up and down as he tries to decide how to answer. He... sounds like he's from earth? He knows what a car is, which is a good sign. "California," he says finally, and shifts enough to show the american flag patch on his uniform. "Mostly."

If this guy recognises a car he's guessing that black tactical vest is enough to infer he's some kind of security or military, which infers travelling for work. It's evasive, maybe, but that probably isn't a surprise either.
beknight: ([ bvs ] 65.)

[personal profile] beknight 2018-04-11 02:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Most people here take a little coaxing, so that's not a surprise. Bruce himself isn't exactly the most forthcoming person on the planet. Even with the smokescreens he has, they're just that: thick smoke.

And he's a soldier — Bruce likes soldiers, as much as he can be said to like anyone based on what they do, if only because equilibrium with them is easier. They can handle themselves in a crisis, and they (mostly) tend not to do annoying shit like try to make friends with him. He rather prefers to function as a tactical team.

'New Jersey,' he answers. He used to say Gotham, before it marked him out too much. Nobody'd heard of Gotham, or Metropolis, or Star City. Better not take the risk.
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[personal profile] insist 2018-04-11 02:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Don't ask ... just don't question it. Rohan isn't feeling up for explaining, anyway. He almost died in this one memory, and he would rather not relive that (pun not intended). ]

Do I need to say it twice? Just move! [ The feet are gaining speed ... somehow?? Despite just being a bunch of feet, they're trotting right at Atsushi at speeds coming close to that of a car. When one appears to catch up to Atsushi, Rohan lets out a hiss in irritation and shoves the other guy out of its range. He's not the most caring guy, and definitely nothing like a hero, but this is his memory, and somehow the thought of someone getting hurt in it really irks him. It feels like it's his responsibility, and for a selfish guy like Rohan, he really hates that. There's no actual guarantee that what they're seeing has the power to hurt them, but one touch from Highway Star (the name of the Stand that's attacking them) and it'll be game over. That Stand has the power to immobilize its target and devour them slowly.

Though he's running like a madman, he's not without direction. There's something that he's looking for, and if his memory serves them, it's probably close. ]
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[personal profile] ukase 2018-04-11 02:19 pm (UTC)(link)
I wasn't bribing; I was gifting.

[After all, what kid should be locked up and have to deal with the skills of STRIKE teaching important life lessons. They were all military people, believed in an order of things, but more than a few of them were better off taking orders rather than giving them. Dealing with a growing child to a young woman would strain many skills, though he had heard at the tail end that only those with actual parental skills had been allowed to mind her during the 'difficult' stage of her life. And then she upped and disappeared.

SHIELD was what it needed to be, but it was in no means good. Hard decisions and hard calls required bad things to happen to certain people. Sometimes, it required hiding the projects that made the best weapons, the best monsters and sending out agents to find all the others that happened to be out there. The best government intelligence agency knew where all the pieces of the board were and when to play them right. SHIELD existed in the grey, never taking absolutes unless government action briefly forced it to.

His expression remained passively intent, listening to her without passing judgement, but he drank in the information that she was freely giving. That she had powers didn't surprise him in the least; there had always been a reason why SHIELD would lock down a little girl as if waiting for something to happen. Also, he knew exactly how close affiliation was between the Red Room and SHIELD, but it wasn't entirely as she thought it might be. HYDRA was the branch with the ties to the KGB and the Red Room, but he had never told her then, and he had no reason to reveal what he knew now. She might have grown up, but that didn't mean he could trust her with information of that magnitude.

For now, she might just be the only person awake that didn't wish he would drop dead.]
We both know you can't entirely outrun SHIELD, not forever. Everyone makes a mistake eventually, and then they have a bead on you and consider throwing you in a giant floating prison with others that have abilities.

[He snorted softly at her idea of not being a prisoner, looking out towards the blizzard that was blowing bits of snow in. The wind outside of the cave howled.] I know you're a survivor. Problem is, you just trade one jail cell for another with invisible bars.

[Ah, so she had been here before? He would have to tread even more carefully, but she was also a resource in her own way.] So you've done this jig before, have you? Did you choose to back into the ice or does it just happen occasionally?
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[personal profile] nanamari 2018-04-11 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ PM this journal or message me @ [plurk.com profile] themightysra if you'd like a custom starter. I'll be adding more open ones below. ]
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white & gold

[personal profile] fisherwife 2018-04-11 02:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's been an emotional couple days for Mipha. Between Urbosa and Sidon waking up an these memories tearing her heart to pieces left and right, an enthusiastic trip to the ocean is just what she needs.

It's been a long time, actually, since she's gone.

She's glad she did though, the smell of the sand and the ocean are almost instantly relaxing and Sidon seems to be really enjoying himself, bringing a smile to her face. As she stands on the shore, letting the water splash up to her knees as she slowly wades in, just enjoying the feeling, she watches Sidon approach.

It's impossible not to smile at him. It really doesn't seem like that long ago she was giving him rides around the water.
] How the tables have turned. You could easily carry me through the waters now.
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forgetting is so long

[personal profile] nanamari 2018-04-11 02:31 pm (UTC)(link)
the crisis
[ It might be hard to recognize Ana at first glance; here, she's in her thirties, wearing light body armor. She's also on top of a huge three-legged robot, elbow-deep in what appears to be an opening in its head. She's ripping cables out of it and shouting, as you do.

The sound of gunfire is nearly deafening, but voices come across clearly, as if the person who's invaded her memory is wearing a headset of their own. A male voice says: Pull the red one, Amari! and Ana replies I'm pulling all of the red ones, Reyes! Watch your aim instead! Soldiers on the ground are busy shooting at the robot, distracting it. Maybe you've dropped in among them, or up beside beside her with bullets flying past your head.

Past this skirmish, the ground is littered with bodies. Human and robot alike, they've been shredded by bullets to the point that they're nearly unrecognizable. The impenetrable haze of smoke that blankets the area is a small mercy in this regard - it hides the extent of the gore. There's a perceptible tremor in the ground as the omnic army advances, a seemingly endless number of silhouettes outlined by the haze.

Look alive, soldier. It's the end of the world. ]
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braidedwonder: (Default)

[personal profile] braidedwonder 2018-04-11 02:35 pm (UTC)(link)

Huh.. the only thing.. [ Duo reaches out to touch with a cautious hand, as if unsure whether the corn would jump back and bite him or what. Considering everything that had happened lately it isn't too far off, but it doesn't make it any better that he now lives with this renewed caution.

If he wasn't so fascinated with it there'd be a renewed sense of bitterness about it, but right now his thoughts are far away from those thoughts. ]


Any reason in particular it's the only thing that anyone could figure out? Too much iron in the dirt? [ He doesn't know anything about farming, but planet composition isn't too hard to know. ]

It was something for the time being, right? Better than subsisting.
vorrutyer: (shaaaahhhhts)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2018-04-11 02:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Mm. [ Rather indifferently: ] It's a decent enough simulacrum.

[ Uncanny, actually. There's a spot of dented plaster where By, in a fury after some argument with his father, had punched a wall. He'd hoped to put a hole through it, but his ancestral home was far too sturdy for that. His hand, in contrast, had broken quite easily. It's...Well. It puts him on edge. ]

You look angry. Shall I guess - you wish to burn it to the ground? Symbol, as it is, of the old order's decadence.
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[personal profile] insist 2018-04-11 02:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The truth is, he doesn't actually care if Vane removes the armor or not. Nor does he particularly care about what Vane's wearing. Rohan only said all that to get back at Vane, and the fact that Vane is listening to him and taking off his prized armor now? That's immensely satisfying to watch. Ah, sure is nice to be a winner. ]

It's only a basic decency. Do you see anyone else wearing armor in here?

[ Just going to gaslight Vane more to further drive the point home that Rohan Is Right. ]
braidedwonder: (i live by my own law)

[personal profile] braidedwonder 2018-04-11 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)

So the worst kind of foot soldier, mn? [ Meaning the kind that turned coat and tried to take it over. It's a common thing, so far as he could tell with White Fang and Rockefeller and the others he's dealt with - young upstarts that think they know it all, know better than either the old dogs at the top or those who had known better how to navigate politics. All of them had their merits in their own ways, but mostly in making an organization as a whole weaker.

At least with how Duo perceives the whole thing. He'd sooner pull his own teeth than align with any kind of military.

Duo shakes his head as if throwing off a thought and then asks: ]


What ended up happening to them?
vorrutyer: (confused)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2018-04-11 02:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That makes him snort. ]

Do I seem magical to you?
monya: (8)

[personal profile] monya 2018-04-11 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ did you hear that? it's the sound of his dreams shattering into a thousand tiny pieces. it's hard to conceal that disappointment, ears drooping along with his tail. ]

Oh... I see.

[ no one said it would be that easy. ]

Miqo'te. [ unusual, but easily repeatable. it's time to get serious, and part of him doesn't want to place so much faith in this miqo'te so easily, but he doesn't feel like he has a choice. ] Okay. Have you noticed something strange around here? It's like... going in circles.

How long have you been on this path?
monya: (15)

[personal profile] monya 2018-04-11 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah. I am.

[ crossing his arms, Morgana wrinkles his nose. ]

I think... some of my friends are here. I've been getting readings ever since I touched down with everyone else.

[ more mutterings to himself. ]

Do you... uh, you're not shocked at what I look like? Or what I might be?
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[personal profile] monya 2018-04-11 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, fine. You're not a thief. You're a catnapper.

[ what's up with this guy! what does being a cat have to do with being allowed to touch beans? speaking of which, as soon as his are, he flexes his paw and gently kicks at Katsura's hand. ]

H-hey! You can't just do that?!
vorrutyer: (hmmmmm not bad)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2018-04-11 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ With a hint of surprise: ]

So you did.

[ He listens a moment, then looks over at Nash. ]

I didn't take you for someone who would actually tell the truth about his biography. Color me a bit surprised.
insist: (46.)

[personal profile] insist 2018-04-11 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Ugh ...! [ Being anchored to the horses' back like this is actually safer for him, but that doesn't mean he likes the feeling of his legs becoming heavier and the movement of his feet becoming restricted. Rohan doesn't like it when other people use their powers on him at all (despite him being more than happy to do so to everyone else), and the fact that his attempt at getting back at Chuuya before failed so miserably only adds salt to the wound.

His fun Pegasus ride was not supposed to go like this at all! Curses. When he replies, his tone is dreadfully dry. ]
We only had regular horses. That's why I was hoping for a peaceful and exciting ride.

[ Passive-aggressive? Nah. ] And you did ...?
vorrutyer: (hmmmmm not bad)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2018-04-11 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That seems like an odd request. Odd requests all around. Still, smoothly, he replies: ]

But of course. Are you in need of one?
impavid: (❖ My wits got keen)

[personal profile] impavid 2018-04-11 03:07 pm (UTC)(link)
He nods at that, scanning the area as he turns things over in his head. NJ doesn't exist anymore either. All these places, all these people. How many of them have survived? How many of them are in stasis? How many aren't?

"Enjoying the camping experience?"

Some people like camping, like the outdoors, but something tells John that isn't the case here.