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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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sparsity: (104.)

[personal profile] sparsity 2018-04-13 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ Once he's handed it over, he goes for his own little handful of the things, smoothing the leaves from the berries and plucking out the stems. He pops one in his mouth without much fanfare. ]

Yeah. Some plants can be dangerous to eat, but these ones are okay.

[ Of course, given the option, most would probably want to partake in the food and drink provided by Voss, but Mikazuki appreciates knowing this option is there.

For more than just this single instance, at that.
]
ukase: (Game Face)

[personal profile] ukase 2018-04-13 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
January of 41, huh? Based on the history book that put me to sleep at night, the States wasn't in the War so early. Unless of course, you mean January of '42.

[Rumlow was fluent in Russian, but that didn't mean he was going to speak it here. He and the kid were clearly out of place compared to the other ramrod agents here, and he wasn't keen from moving from his casual leaning on the wall either. Not yet anyway.]

I'm American, and yeah, I also served when it was my time to. [More like he was given no choice in the matter.]
sparsity: (pic#11310713)

[personal profile] sparsity 2018-04-13 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ That's decided, then. Wordlessly, he flips the pocketknife closed once he's finished with the tree, keeping it tucked against his palm as he bends down onto one knee. Normally he'd just fireman carry someone if it came down to it, but he's pretty sure that'd be frowned upon here...

He does learn, sometimes.
]

Go ahead.
thetaintedsorrow: (Hidden eyes)

[personal profile] thetaintedsorrow 2018-04-13 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
[God, that sound is absolutely heart-wrenching, and Chuuya grits his teeth as he looks away from the brutal scene. He never has had the stomach for torture, not the way Dazai does. In his mind a quick death is way fucking better than breaking a person mentally or physically, but none of this is real, and he needs to focus on trying to get them out of this weird dreamscape.

He glances around the area, surveying their surroundings.
]

You’re the one who knows about Light Snow. Maybe this is the same kind of thing.

[Or it could be completely different, but.]

Does anything look weird or out of place to you?
uglybug: (if i could i'd give you my world)

[personal profile] uglybug 2018-04-13 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Maybe he'll make use of that grip on his blasters and shoot her. She'd deserve it. But he doesn't deserve such dark thoughts, so she shoves it aside as best she can, but she doesn't move even as he clenches his weapons tighter.

She doesn't know if she should beg for forgiveness, or try to explain, or just stand there and let him pass judgment on her. Words are like shards of glass in her throat and she's not sure how she's managing to answer him.]


I don't know. He never told me their names.

[She found out, once or twice. It was worse when she knew their names, so she never asked.]

[personal profile] krasnaya_vdova 2018-04-13 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Ava had never needed him to be a good man. To be honest, she'd never really known that good men existed. That good people had, because she'd never really known any. She might not have liked most of the SHIELD agents that looked after her, but for the longest time that was sort of her bar for what made a good person. Steve Rogers was like some platonic ideal, so good it was hard to believe he was real. Even after she met him. Sana had been her first encounter with someone genuinely caring, and it had been strange for her.

She laughs a little when he brings up STRIKE and her birthday, and she shrugs her shoulders, looks at him with a curious look, a little enigmatic, like she's considering something. Not quite bittersweet, but a quiet sort of truth. But then she switches to something more playful, doesn't get lost in it.]
Natasha never really knew what to do with me. Even after everything that happened. Do you still remember what my birthday is?

[It didn't really mean anything, but she was curious. It's easy talking to him. No SHIELD, no 7B, none of the trappings of the life she'd had before, just here on this strange planet at the end of the universe. He bites into his chocolate bar, and Ava breaks off another piece to idly nibble on. She looks him over when he mentions squats being good for calorie burn, and there's a slight twitch of her lips. ] Too bad there's not a pullup bar.

[She quiets for a moment when he brings up the fact that they'd been wiping her. With someone else, it would have been rougher, harsher, but Rumlow had been there, he knew, he'd had to deal with her when she didn't know who he was, where she was. And that just makes it another piece, not a secret. And she doesn't blame him for it. He'd never even been there, just seen the aftermath. They'd wipe her when she remembered too much, they'd tell her the same lie: that she'd been rescued from the Russian Mafia, that she was here for her protection, and that it was trauma.]

I didn't really have them back then, I guess. It was later. Things sort of went to Hell when I was seventeen. I was psychically linked to Natasha, which she obviously wasn't too happy about. There was this big plot that involved this machine in Istanbul, but I had to blow it up to break the link. And then- [She holds her hands up and wiggles her fingers in a clear pantomime of powers. But the thing was that given what she's found out about the program, about her mother and father, the way everything kept coming back to her genetics she'd never really know if this was like Banner's freak accident, or what she was supposed to be.]

It doesn't scare you?
uglybug: (Default)

[personal profile] uglybug 2018-04-13 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Anxious regret and self-recrimination puts a hitch in her words.]

Not for a very long time.
constellationy: (o11)

it was a good thing to try, success!!

[personal profile] constellationy 2018-04-13 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well, seeing as those particular dragons are known throughout Norad, and Cinnamon has lived in the capital as a researcher and scholar (with particular knowledge about Runes), she would definitely know of them. So she's a bit pinged by the words "Native Dragon".

It's ... actually kind of shocking to just randomly meet someone who knows one of them. And she, for once, shows more expression than usual, her face reflecting a small amount of shock. ]


... You know a Native Dragon?

[ She hasn't even met one. It would be amazing to do so ... If only Candy and her grandpa were here too. ]
doomedtheworld: (Watching)

What's "fun?" Can you eat it?

[personal profile] doomedtheworld 2018-04-13 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
It's guided by instinct as much as any kind of conscience decision making. Being small, quite, unnoticed all her life it's been a matter of survival. From growing up on the street when it was the best way to not end up the target of somebody with more desperation or anger than mercy, and after she'd learned of her powers when it was the best chance to escape the wrath of the Steel Ministry and its Inquisitors.

Who knows how it would end up being the key to living here.

"I did. I just arrived tonight with the others." Her voice is quieter but still enough to hear over the rain and wind. "Have you been... 'awake' long?"
objectionattorney: (This is the face of a man who is doubtin)

Phoenix Wright | Ace Attorney

[personal profile] objectionattorney 2018-04-13 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
I. The Campfires Glow

[Phoenix still hadn't been used to the long and strenuous trips that were occasionally required of him every time a new group of refugees had been announced. Despite his six months on El Nysa, he was still just a lawyer from a fairly mundane world. So all his time adjusting had been spent merely accepting that things like magic and mythical creatures were real. The physical aspect this world tended to take was still holding quite a toll over him. But at least this time he was not alone.

He had hitched a ride most of the way towards the peninsula, and whenever there was a decent enough road he was willing to bike it. It was the non-paved travel that was the real pain. The staff he had recently received had been caked with dirt as it was being used more as a large walking stick than anything else, and the bike often proved to be more of a hindrance than help.

And yet, eventually he had managed to make it. His boots dirty and his forehead speckled with sweat, he did his best to be as helpful as he could in helping greet the new arrivals from Thessa Station.

A bonfire wasn't that hard to set up right?

And so, kneeling on the dirt ground (he didn't want to get his nice blue slacks messy), his bike on the floor next to him, he leaned over the small jumble of sticks and dead wood he had managed to gather. His face taking on an expression of extreme concentration as he anxiously knocked some flint together.
]

Come on... I've seen people do this all the time in movies...

[He really was hopeless at this whole 'survival in a magical world' thing.]

II. Forgetting Is So Long

[Thankfully, thanks to much of the hype involved, getting back home to Olympia was a much easier trip than getting to the peninsula. He was now recognized as an emissary to Dharma after all, so many of the civilians were suddenly happy to help offer him a ride or carry his bike when he couldn't use it. After all, he was helping convince the new refugees to come to Olympia.

In fact he was talking up Olympia and all his experiences as of so far at that moment. His hands in his pockets as he looked over towards the person he was talking to.
]

It's kind of surreal when you think about it. I've already been here for nearly a half a year now. But with all that had happened I suppose it makes sense that it all went by so fast. Though I won't lie... I'm kind of looking forward to just going home and having a nice big warm meal and a glass of grape juice.

[He laughed, his head tiling back as he thought of the "home" he had to go to.]

It isn't much a of a place I guess, but it's good for what it is I gu-- Huh?

[He blinked. His eyes seeming to no longer focus on the person he was talking to. Instead seeming to look into the distance.]

What's this?

[Sure enough, as he was pointing it out, the sun seemed to have faded, as if they had walked into an area that blocked it's rays. The temperature, as well, dropped considerably along with it. A cool mist rising from the floor. Phoenix's own expression suddenly growing far more serious than what suited him.]

Something's not (w)right...

III. Of White And Gold

[He had to admit, he wasn't expecting such a celebration to happen upon their arrival back to Olympia. After all, it was only two months ago that there was a large festival to commemorate Nythor.
But he also wasn't one to turn down a good deal when he saw it.

Discounts for all refugees huh?

It was one stall in particular that caught his attention. If it couldn't be seen by how distracted from his conversation he had become.
]

Hey... Do you mind if we step in there?

[Ah. He was pointing to the Silk Wyrms.]

As much as I love my suit, perhaps it's time for an upgrade.

IV. WildCard!

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constellationy: (oo2)

[personal profile] constellationy 2018-04-13 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
I don't mind.

[ About it being bumpy. It's still way better than walking, okay!!

But she smiles again. ]
... Thank you. I'll do that.

[ She is a bit hungry ... and buying some food here might be a good idea. Hopefully she can buy the right thing and not zone out in the process. ]
diamondize: (I cant miss out on a half day of work)

[personal profile] diamondize 2018-04-13 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
[BRILLIANTLY... Okay arjuna. They hold still when they see he's aiming--and it's definitely an unnatural stillness. In fact, everything about them is probably off-- mainly that there's no warmth or give to their body like real flesh would have. It's probably not too far off of feeling like leaning against a human-shaped boulder.]

May I have your name too? [It's only polite, after all, right? They look around, squinting as rain kicks up more.]

And we should try to find shelter to wait this out. I don't think it will last long? But it's better to be safe, don't you think?
doomedtheworld: (pic#12214551)

[personal profile] doomedtheworld 2018-04-13 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
[She doesn't take one to eat herself, not right away. Instead, she watches carefully as Mikazuki takes some himself and eats one. Only then does she gingerly pick one off the stem, brushing off the berry before trying one herself.

She chews once. Twice. Then her eyes go wide and she looks from Mikazuki and back to the plant.]


These are delicious.

[And they just GROW out here? All on their own?]
sullenstallion: (8)

it feels a bit forced but w/e

[personal profile] sullenstallion 2018-04-13 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
[It's all business as usual. Tomorrow, he's not even going to remember what this girl looks like. He's not really paying that much attention to her, making friends has always been difficult for him. Mentally, he's already planning on leaving, an "I'll see ya around" hanging on his tongue.

Until she recognizes the word 'Native' in front of Dragon.

It has to be a coincidence. If there are dragons in every world, there are surely Native Dragons in other worlds. But the look on her face is enough to make it feel like, if only for a second, a hand had gripped his heart and squeezed it. He misses a breath, feels that hollowness that comes with anticipation and hope, a hollowness that will be despair or joy or whatever other emotions he's capable of making.]


Ventuswill.

[He just says the one word, but there's a gentle warmth to the way he says her name. There always is. It's different from when he'd teased about her being a reptile. His ears droop cautiously before he continues, and his tail tucks just slightly against his leg.]

The Native Dragon of Selphia. We're...old friends, me and her. But you don't know what I'm talking about, do you?
regives: (pic#11517918)

[personal profile] regives 2018-04-13 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yeah they don't need Eugene dropping from one of the trees and screaming. Or maybe you'd like that.

But he's... taking this seriously; Leanne shouldn't be surprised, however, given Mikazuki's track record of what he says is what he'll do. The surprise of it all only lasts for a split second before she's just going to casually climb onto his back. ]


You sure you'll be carry me? I mean—I don't think I've gained much weight while here, but... y'know...
beknight: ([ jl ] 85.)

we gon have it

[personal profile] beknight 2018-04-13 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
'Nine months,' is the low, quiet answer in turn. He's been in self-imposed exile recently, it's that or walk frustratedly past his family's pods for the nth time, seeing no change in their situation. But Bruce never misses the chance to assess the new waves, he's always in need of someone useful. 'Where were you from, before?'
constellationy: (oo6)

naaah it's fine

[personal profile] constellationy 2018-04-13 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
Ventuswill ... [ The one known as the goddess of wind, right? She's done plenty of reading. ]

I do. They're deeply connected to runes. [ And, well, the world. She's studied runes enough, of course she'd know about them. And that should be a term that seals the deal here.

Keeping it short and sweet here. She definitely knows what he's talking about. ]
ukase: (Aim)

[personal profile] ukase 2018-04-13 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
[She had been young and scrawny when he had first laid eyes on her, the kind of kid that was shipped off to an orphanage or boarding school because it was easier than dealing with her. She had no parents that he knew of, no person to mind her aside from an aide to make certain she didn't get into trouble on the plane. Otherwise, she was like a package arriving to the United States for delivery and half of the packing label had managed to come loose. Like no one had wanted her, but they were still obligated to see her into relatively responsible hands.

He wasn't surprised that Natasha hadn't known what to do with her, though he was curious how old Ava had been when they had actually met. Maybe there had been some weird sentimental reminiscence? Romanoff wasn't all ice cold; she played it best off the cuff. No one entirely knew when she was acting or emoting.]


She seemed more like that distant aunt that came to town once in a while with chocolate but otherwise, wanted only adult conversations. [But what did he really know about that. He had as much of an act to play as she did.] Your birthday, huh? [He pretended like he was thinking rather hard on the subject, chewing a little on his chocolate bar.] You were a May baby, I seem to recall. May 21st, wasn't it?

[It was easier to play the part of soldier when he needed to, let many of the other people talk themselves into holes that he could talk them deeper into. He had a good memory, and he hadn't made Command of STRIKE because of his rugged good looks. But of course she was going to sass him still, as he deserved and as she needed to do.]

If you weren't so damn tiny, I'd offer to bench press you, but you're hardly even close to my warm up weight category.

[He raised his eyebrows at her easy admittance, though there was an opening that he wasn't about to miss either.] Well, I can tell you that everything for everyone seems to develop and go to hell in a hand basket at seventeen. [Those dastardly aging out of government programs; the unwanted pregnancies; the graduation and failing to get into college; the STDs that were too embarrassing to explain to the principal. Ah seventeen, where all the horror show of life actually started.]

Wait, you were psychically linked to Romanoff? Now you have to give me all the goss on her. Does she actually hang her clothes from a spider web? I had a bet with Rollins. [He had no such thing, but it was a good story. He imagined that being mentally linked with one of the most successful Soviet spies came with its own special brand of confusion and kick-ass whatever.]
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[personal profile] thetaintedsorrow 2018-04-13 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah? Just like the old legends, then.

[It’s blatantly obvious by now that Chuuya is devouring Kaden with his eyes, but still he makes no move to get closer. He’s nice and dry over here, if not exactly warm.

There’s a very, very light blush on Chuuya’s cheeks now, but he hides it behind a sly little smirk.
]

You could still do that without turning into a fox, couldn’t you?

[So much for staying dry.]
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[personal profile] sparsity 2018-04-13 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ Giving Eugene gray hair gives us both life. ]

It'll be fine.

[ So he waits while she climbs up, carefully hooking his arms beneath her knees before hefting and pushing up to a stand. It's a pretty easy motion without strain, all things considered. ]

You said that like you weighed a lot.

[ Or maybe you're just weird, Mikazuki. ]
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[personal profile] thetaintedsorrow 2018-04-13 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Chuuya grins from ear to ear; obviously Mona is impressed, and of course Chuuya preens like a peacock about it. Look how amazing he is, Mona!]

It’s an ability. I can manipulate gravity.

[He bends down and touches a nearby pebble, and lo and behold, it glows red and begins to float mid-air.]

Like so.
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[personal profile] diplomatie 2018-04-13 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ At least one of them is happy!!! ]

My choice of attire had been causing me no problems before now.

[ It wasn't bothering him! But now that it's heavy and wet, it is!

Just moving to try to step out of the water so he can start the drying process!! ]
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[personal profile] jesus_is_gundam 2018-04-13 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
The solar reactor. [His answer was almost absent minded.

He managed to tear his eyes away from the 0 Gundam, that feeling of reverence fading, being replaced with something hinting of melancholy, as he looked over a battlefield that he hadn't seen in years. All around them, several Azadistan ANF's, the mobile suits that had been laying waste to the KPSA moments ago, lay trashed and dormant. Holes had been blown in each of their cockpits, and all that remained of their former pilots were ash, and that distinctive ionized scent of a high energy particle beam.

Dead bodies littered the landscape everywhere; children, the bulk of them. All of them were the same age as the younger Setsuna, were dressed similarly, and each of them were just as heavily armed. None of them were moving, though. Setsuna looked over to see one boy hanging lifelessly out of the side of modified workloader, killed in a machine they never should been behind the controls of.

It had taken him three days to bury them all.

The rest of the victims were adults; soldiers, clearly, by the way they were dressed and armed. All of them died fighting children, all over a God that never existed to begin with. But Gundam put an end to that fight, and Setsuna once again focused on the machine in the skies above.]


It was built with the power to eradicate war.
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[personal profile] diplomatie 2018-04-13 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ He gives a nod at that in agreement. He's come just as far as she has, though it's of course been in other areas. They have much in common, yet much to differentiate them. And they've learned a lot in their own ways. He almost has a mind to hug her right now — out of the love and pride he feels for her — but he keeps himself from doing so, considering the strangely inappropriate scenery around them.

After a moment of pause, he looks around at the scene. ]


... How do you suppose we might leave this place? As touching as it is to see our younger selves, I do not have a mind to linger overlong.

[ It's ... still kind of uncomfortable. ]
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[personal profile] jesus_is_gundam 2018-04-13 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
[He was unfazed by they yelling, standing there impassively for a moment as he looked her over. She didn't appear to be bleeding, or didn't have any other injuries. Though her eye...

He leans forward, reaching out to her, though he isn't offering her a hand up. Instead, he's reaching for the flower on her face.]


You have something in your eye.