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hadriel_logs2016-05-10 07:18 am
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Entry tags:
- *intro log,
- agent new york,
- agent north dakota,
- ai ebihara,
- armitage hux,
- arya stark,
- bianca,
- bigby wolf,
- bob saginowski,
- bruce banner,
- castiel,
- cole,
- damianos of akielos,
- dean winchester,
- edi,
- emily,
- felix,
- firo prochainezo,
- gojyo sha,
- gren,
- hakkai cho,
- inquisitor trevelyan,
- johanna mason,
- kate galloway,
- krieg,
- liquid snake,
- locus,
- maketh tua,
- mello,
- miriam day,
- nick rivenna,
- nick valentine,
- noah czerny,
- psycho mantis,
- rhys,
- ruby,
- sam winchester,
- sette frummagem,
- shadow the hedgehog,
- the alcohol demon,
- vaughn
Intro Log: Ten Thousand Lightning Bugs
Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for May.
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: May 10th-16th
Warnings: Confused newbies, pretty fireflies, stuff getting lit on fire
What: The intro log for May.
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: May 10th-16th
Warnings: Confused newbies, pretty fireflies, stuff getting lit on fire
Awakening in Hadriel is perhaps not the most wonderful thing, but as you pry yourself off the hard ground of the colosseum, you may notice that the Door (or possibly one of the gods?) has seen fit to provide you with a little entertainment. Scattered across the ground are a number of handheld video games. Thesecheap pieces of shitlovingly crafted products can each provide you with whole minutes of entertainment, at least until you get frustrated and smash them to pieces. Have fun!
But not too much fun. If you get too involved in that game, you might miss the approach of some glowing little creatures - guardian fireflies, from the movie Atlantis. Should they land on anything flammable - and yes, that includes you and your hair - it'll burst into flames. Smash them, and they'll explode in a tiny ball of flame, too. There'll be a couple hundred of these things flying around Hadriel, so let's hope you left your stash of gunpowder at home. With the window closed.
Once you've stopped dropped and rolled, feel free to go explore the rest of the city! Find a house, find a new monster, or simply scavenge for supplies. Good luck, and enjoy your stay in Hadriel!► This log covers May 10th-16th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
► All characters arrive with phones that have network communication.
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
Castiel | Supernatural | ota
1a. Castiel opened his eyes.
It was clear in his mind. Lucifer, the Cage, Sam; it was as though everything in his chaotic mind had slotted back into place, and given him back his consciousness; no, not just given it back. Everything was clearer now, brighter, and yet...gloomy none the less, narrowed to a distance, a space, with nothing beyond it.
It was the storm outside which had awoken him--but there was no storm now, only a vast arena, like the ancient colosseums where the persecutors had slain those persecuted believers, thousands of years ago. Anxiety pressed at him. If there had been a presence beside him at all, these past few weeks, it was gone now, and he was alone; alone, afraid, and vulnerable, cast out into the world; cast out into a world which was not his own.
The arena was not unlike the delusions he'd suffered, when he'd first absorbed Sam's memories of his torture. It had ripped his soul apart, but Castiel had no soul to rend. His mind had healed, even though it had taken time. Healed, but not forgotten. Deep underground, the arena represented power being taken away, a monster looming, ready to rip them apart, an unseen ruler choosing life or death from among the baying crowd, games where both the victor and the defeated both lost. There was no crowd here, there were no monsters--but there were games.
Castiel didn't have a short attention span. It was long. Tiddly-winks would have entertained him for decades, and games... Games were free of any consequences whatsoever. Castiel could play, and nobody would ever have to get hurt, never have to pay the price, never lose himself or anyone that he cared about. They were guilt free, and he went about gathering up as many of them as he could, a bright eyed, disheveled man-child in hospital whites and a tan coat. He gathered up about a dozen of them, and tumbled into the sand right in the middle of the arena to play, totally oblivious to the world around him.
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1b. The arrival of the first few fireflies drew his attention almost immediately.
At once, the games were forgotten in exchange for fascination. Nature. Oh, it was brilliant. Look at them all--tiny fireflies, analogous with humanity itself, or perhaps angel kind before Castiel's eyes had been opened to all their flaws. They had a job to do, and they did it. Eat, reproduce, and die. Simple. Flawless. Beautiful. They were harmless, of course, and far more interesting to him than the other people in the colosseum. He began to follow them, and they seemed to follow him too, which was odd.
Odder still was Castiel himself, who started to talk to them moment to moment.
"No," he reprimanded, as one came a little too close to him. "You're supposed to find a mate. Lay some eggs." He dodged back as it came for him again, looking concerned, eyebrows knitting in consternation.
"I know I look shiny too, but we really aren't compatible, you and I." And "I'm very sure it's rude to be this forward."
He jerked back too far, and practically jumped into a firefly hiding behind him, which burst suddenly into flame as he collided with it. At once Castiel span around, shocked, patting the fire out, and realization of the attack dawned in his eyes just as the next one exploded in his face, singing his eyebrows.
They weren't so fascinating now. He asked them to leave him be, just as politely as he could manage, but the fireflies weren't having any of it, and now the harried angel was looking for a route of retreat.
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Park
2a. It was all too much.
And when Castiel had enough, when he thought he was being chased into a corner, when there was nowhere else for him to go, he simply took wing and fled instead, choosing his location based on the density of the fireflies there.
It was cowardly, for sure. Not hanging around to protect any of the other people who were being set on fire, running away at the first chance he got. But he was no hero, and what was he supposed to do, anyway? The fireflies themselves had as much right to exist as the people they were practicing their pyromania on--even if it killed them.
And besides. If Castiel picked a side, it would almost certainly be the wrong one. That was his curse. His punishment. It shamed him, but he shook the feeling of guilt away, looking around the green park, trying to just breathe in the feeling of nature around him. He'd run away, but it wasn't nearly far enough, and here he was. Trapped. A ceiling loomed overhead - far overhead - and try as he might, he couldn't feel his way beyond it, nevermind fly there.
So instead he found a bench, and sat there, taking one of the handheld games that he'd snatched up out of his pocket, and getting back to work.
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ooc: Permissions are here; will match style
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Bruce has to ask, when he comes across him in the park. He hasn't seen anyone with a video game yet, and so to him, this just seems- well, a little unbelievable.
There town is literally on fire, so this is as close to fiddling while Rome burns as he has ever seen.
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1a!
The last time he was in the colosseum, too, was when he'd first showed up. Then he had been more interested in getting out than looking at what was around him. Was there anything like this? He couldn't remember.
He did pause to watch the man, silently, for a few moments before he approached, not even concerned as to whether he startled him or not--he did that to people, sometimes. They kept telling him to stop, but he couldn't help it, really.
"Distracted, distant, dark in the dust. What is it?"
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2a.
Of course, it could only be a matter of time before one of the gods stepped in and intervened, and given that the insects seemed to have derived from Delight's temple? It seemed only plausible that –
Oh, wait. Plain, good old logic doesn't have much a place here. So it doesn't make sense that anyone, deity or no, be accountable for their actions. ( He still shudders when he thinks about the wendigo situation a couple of months back. It's something that he doesn't particularly want to go through again and, so far, the gods have at least smiled upon him in that respect.
Ha. )
For the moment, though, in this area of the park things seem to be a little more calm than they are in other places. And while Sam has found himself trying to help where he can, there isn't much one can do when one isn't exactly flame-retardant.
And has a bit too much hair to make it safe to hang around large groupings of fireflies.He catches sight of Castiel out of the corner of his eye, and he thinks it must be a trick of the mind, a play of his imagination – wishful thinking – to the point of nearly ignoring him altogether. When you've had vivid hallucinations before, you kind of get used to the idea that they might come back, even if this particular angel would be a much more welcome one than the alternative.
Still, he pauses, somewhere just outside of Castiel's periphery, staring so hard that he just might burn a hole through the back of the guy's neck. He can't – can't hope that he would come through the Door, too, especially now that Dean has –
"… Cas?"
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2!
This IS helping, see, because he can’t be of any help to the actual putting out of the fires so instead he’s staying far far out of the way of the people that CAN do something, so they can focus on the problem instead of the possible other people in danger.
That’s his story and he’s sticking to it.
By the time he comes to a stop near where Castiel is sitting, his legs feel like lead weights and his lungs and throat hurt, labored breathing drawing in and out.]
I think the river is just past that tree line… Do - do you think we’re safe here or should we get closer to the water?
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The park wasn't really one of Dean's haunts - parks never were - and so trying to find him became something of a problem. It didn't help that the caves were in some measure of chaos what with the fires burning everywhere and Dean was a mess of frenetic energy, jogging from here to there with the express purpose of trying to find Cas. But just like anyone who's ever lost something knows, the only way you find it is when you stop looking so hard.
Standing amongst the bright greens of the trees, paranoid and panicked, Dean stopped and all but growled under his breath. This wasn't working, and trying to come upon his best friend was turning into an impossibility.
"Cas?"
Dean bellowed, the same kind of shout that echoed with all the worries he ever seemed to possess, that fear that the world would fall down the moment he stopped trying so hard to hold it up. Which was right around when he glanced over and a figure sitting upon a bench in the distance caught his eye. Oh thank, god-- not really. God and his so-called small miracles didn't factor in here.
"Cas?" There was hopeful tinge to his voice, a near pleading note as he made his way back over, nothing but Cas in his sights.
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Vaughn | OTA
[ So, this is where people congregate. Vaughn was here for one things, and one thing alone: to find Rhys. There were a few people around - those... were people, right? - but none with a bright yellow arm who were like, 80 feet tall. He's trying not to be totally put out by lack of progress, but he kind of is. Still, he has to keep pushing forward.
Then, of course, there's the colorful, weirdly-retro tech scattered about the colosseum floor. Despite his urgent quest, Vaughn can't help but pick one up and look it over. ]
Huh, it's like something Tediore would make if they made something better than their guns.
[ Sorry not sorry, Tediore.
His musing keeps from noticing the arrival of the fire bugs. Some land around his shoes an float nearby, but it's the one that lands on his wrist that gets his attention. It burns. He's quick to smack it with his other hand, and when the intense heat and pain vanish, he's left with dark red damaged skin (with accompanying blisters!). Great. Giving Vaughn no time to process what just happened, aside from "ow, what was that?!" - another lands on the game device. It starts to melt. That's when the adrenaline kicks in and Vaughn drops it to flee. ]
Why- why does this keep happening?
[ Even while running he can't keep is mouth shut. Regardless, it's straight to the wall he goes - then up and over, landing hard enough that his knees buckle and he stumbles. ]
Ughh, whhhyyy...
[ The lightning bugs keep floating and drifting right over the wall, and in this moment Vaughn realizes he must be in hell. Like, literally Hell. What else could this place be. ]
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Because that's what Krieg is doing. At maximum capacity. He dropped off to sleep last night in a pleasantly firefly-doped haze, only to get the rudest of rude awakenings in the form of a new bright light zapping him on the eyelid of all places. So now his eye's swollen shut, leaving him blind and howling in agony as he totters around, trampling various tech underfoot indiscriminately, and nearly slams directly into Vaughn - sorry Vaughn, really he is, he'd be marginally more careful if he could see where he was going - as he topples and ends up flat on his ass.
Krieg wails, clawing at his face, and screams the one word he can coherently form:]
HUUUUUUUUURRRRRTS!!!
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Are you alright?
[Liquid ran over to the man then felt a stabbing pain in his neck. It was like a needle prick which turned into a burning sensation.]
Ow! You little bastard! [The blond swore and then slapped a gloved hand against the back of his neck smashing the bug to pieces.]
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Fire is so cool. Stuff should be on fire all the time.
Barnaby trots at her side, though his ears are back. Barnaby doesn't like the fire as much and thinks they should be heading back inside away from the smell and noise.
Barnaby is a critic. It's very sad.
Barnaby also sees a stranger and barks just once, tail up like a banner.
Miriam pauses.] You okay, dude? You break your head or somethin'?
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Re: Vaughn | OTA
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locus ( red vs blue )
He cloaks himself in stealth, fading into nothing but the occasional shimmer at the periphery of someone's vision. At least, until he decides to make himself known. In which case, he seemingly appears from nowhere—in full armor and weapons strapped along his person—his voice is low, imposing, but most of all modulated to be as such. ]
Tell me what you know.
MISSION REPORT: WILDCARD
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He's trudging along some street he doesn't recognize when he sees it. Anyone else would probably ignore it, dismiss it outright as a trick of the light if they saw it at all. But Felix knows what that faint glimmer is. He's seen it every day for longer than he'd care to admit. As ludicrous as it is to expect something familiar in the middle of completely unfamiliar, he knows. And the fury roars through him so fast he's made nearly breathless with it.
Nearly. ]
LOCUS! [ The raw shout isn't amplified by his helmet. It's just rage, pure and simple, and he starts running toward him before he's finished screaming his name. ] You son of a bitch!
[ Fuck the rifle. Fuck the magnum. That isn't satisfying at all. Felix reaches for the energy sword at his thigh, jerking it free of its mag holder and igniting it in one clipped motion. Then he's not thinking at all. His mind is static, white noise blanking out everything but the all-consuming need to cut down the bastard who left him to die. ]
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Drop zone
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mello | death note | 1 closed; 2 open.
This place is - well, no need to repeat what's already known, is there. Mello appreciates waking up on the ground about as much as he appreciated battling a bunch of exploding monsters, which is to say not at all. He wakes with a start and a gasped inhale of breath, scrambling to sit upright, reaching for his gun. It's still there, tucked in the back of his waistband, so that's something, at least; there's no immediate need to draw it, so he leaves it concealed. Narrow-eyed, Mello scans the landscape around him, raises an eyebrow at the games scattered around him, and lets out a heavy sigh when he sees who's on the ground next to him.
"You again." This girl ... he can already feel a headache forming.
investigating; the shops; open.
It's not so much that Mello has taken to scavenging around the shops - not yet, anyway - it's more that he's decided to launch a investigation into his current whereabouts. He makes his way from shop to shop, inspecting each one and its contents with a methodical thoroughness that some might say borders on obsessive.
Some can say what they'd like; in Mello's mind, there is no such thing as too much information to be gathered, and gathering information is his first priority.
socializing; delight's bar; open.
Mello doesn't care much for drinking on general principle - loss of control isn't something he tolerates well, or voluntarily - and he especially wouldn't in an unfamiliar, dangerous place like this. That beer bottle in his hand is mostly for the sake of blending in, though with how he looks - head to toe black leather, rosary hung around his neck, mirrored sunglasses still firmly on his face despite the fact that he's indoors - there's really not much hope of him not standing out in the crowd, is there.
But people plus alcohol equals looser tongues, which equals easier information. It would be stupid not to take advantage of this opportunity. So he watches, and waits, and eventually approaches some of the other patrons with a feigned friendly smile and a casual remark meant to invite conversation: "Is this a pretty standard crowd for this time of the day?"
arena
"Feelings mutual," really it couldn't just be left as a bad dream before she gets up to go to school? "This sucks."
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investigating
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socializing
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sette frummagem | unsounded | ota
[This is not the first time Sette has woken up wondering where she is. Her first instinct is to look around for Duane - he should be here. He was with her before, and things were finally over, and... and...
This isn't... where she were. It isn't anywhere near - near anywhere, is it? It isn't even the crypt, it's like somewhere new. This place looks old, but nothing like the temples and stuff she's seen before. It's all off.
Her small metallic spider, Boo, crawls out from under her sleeve, seeming just as perplexed as she is.]
What happened, Boo? ...Did someone take me somewhere they shouldn't again?
[Wandering around, eventually she picks up one of those games from the ground, sniffs it, bites it, and then just begins pressing buttons. Not having this kind of technology back home, and not being able to read, Sette's a bit lost, okay.] Smells kinda metally and 'splodey, but not bad like a pyromaic, [she tells Boo, before spotting someone nearby.]
Hey! What kinda pyramy is this? Does it explode?
b. firey flies, 11th
[At first those fireflies are nothing but a bit of spectacle for Sette. Watching trees whisper with flames when the flies hit them, seeing small explosions when Boo attacks them as they blow up between his tiny metallic legs... It's not bad as entertainment goes.
That is, until one of them decides to settle on her tail while she's laughing at Boo. Sette yelps in pain and surprise, turns around in indignation, and... yep. Her tail's a tad on fire.
Help a panicking girl out?]
c. thief, 12th - 15th
[The thing about this place is - it's weird, but it seems like money don't properly exist here. At all. Which is really troublesome for someone like Sette, who - as a Frummagem - lives and breathes money. How's a rogue supposed to make a living at all? It's a good job she don't plan on staying here longer than she has to. As soon as she works her way out of this backwards, inside out town.
Still, it don't mean there aren't valuables about. Like, in abandoned houses, and in not so abandoned houses, and in bags, and in people's pockets. Sette is the most best, most successful pickpocket in all of Shartshane and beyond. And she's sure there's loot around here!
Pretty soon Sette is searching people out. Boo will do a lot of the work, dancing around, crawling up people's legs, and maybe even giving them a pinch or two. More than enough distraction for Sette to let her twitchy fingers into pockets or bags.
Of course, being the best pickpocket doesn't mean she's completely perfect at not being noticed, perhaps. So it may be possible that someone or other spots something odd about the twelve year old girl slipping her hand where she shouldn't... Especially when there are fireflies making fires in annoying places.]
firey flies - i'm sorry for referrencing that song btw
There isn't, but she picked up a few spray bottles, which she's filled with water from the tap in the store she grabbed them from, the better to fight these little fuckers with.
Normally, Emily would ignore someone who's panicking (she's grown since she arrived here, but she hasn't grown much that her first impulse isn't the same as it's always been), but that girl is literally on fire. No good deed goes unpunished in Emily's world, so she hesitates a moment, one of the spray bottles ready in her hand as she watches the girl flail around as her tail burns. (A girl with a fucking tail. What the fuck. ...but then again, a literal ice alien saved Emily's life last month, so this isn't the weirdest thing she's seen here.)
Maybe it's because that ice alien made such an impression on her, his selfless courage awakening the small, practically dead part of her that can be generous. Or maybe she just wants to ask about that tail. Either way, Emily jogs up to her, spraying (and missing) several times when she's close enough.]
Jesus shit, hold still! I'm trying to fucking help you here!
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C. Damn thieves
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EDI | Mass Effect Trilogy | Open
All things being considered, this could have been much worse. Granted, she still isn’t happy about it, but so far the place seems in far better condition than the Earth she had just left. It’s almost…hopeful, if she chose to ignore the ominous underlining beneath the thought that Shepard is waiting for her. There isn’t much longer until the assault—
--and then abduction. The implications there are rather complex. Did they take the rest of the crew? If so, where are they? And where is the Normandy and why can she not sense it? The mobile platform she’s currently occupying isn’t supposed to be operable beyond sensor range, and yet here she stands, unable to find it.
Were she given to worry, she might have had a panic attack. Instead, she simply takes the information in, generating the possible scenarios that could account for the information she has access to (something in excess of an obscene number of dozens) in the half a moment it takes for her to glance around. A…colosseum? Are they supposed to fight, then?
It’s about then that she notices the games scattered around, and she picks one up curiously, toying with it for a few moments, before dropping it again, and picking up another.
“Liquid crystal display—“ she presses a couple of buttons “—limited functionality. Archaic, but passable. How this is entertainment, however, is difficult to understand.”
Granted, she is much more advanced than the many many devices she can see, so perhaps she is a touch biased. Still, with all the advances humanity has made in recent years (relatively speaking, of course) it’s hard to even consider a time when this would have been the pinnacle of technological achievement.
“Is there another purpose to this?”
2. Wandering/Around
The fireflies are certainly something new. She’d first noticed them in the Colosseum, but beyond noting that a cave was the wrong habitat for them and that they would certainly have been stressed, she paid them little attention. An insect, after all, couldn’t do much to harm her shell, excepting, perhaps, the swarms of the Collectors. She hadn’t had control of the platform when they’d encountered them, though, so she couldn’t say for certain, but it made a rather interesting thought experiment.
Now, though, as she runs into more and more of them, they are becoming—or, rather, making themselves—more of an urgent issue. She pauses for a moment to raise a slender silver arm and one of the bugs lands on it. She stares for a few seconds, and that’s when her body’s sensors begin alarming to the heat.
Thankfully, there’s nothing on her metallic silvery body to ignite and she shakes the insect off, but the sheer number is now worrying. She has seen a number of buildings; there’s bound to be something inflammable, and it’s only a matter of time before they find it. Also, she has her doubts about being able to handle more than a few of them landing on her. Shelter might be a good idea, if she can find any.
Re: Wandering around;
"Sorry!- Agh....stupid bloody bugs." Liquid cursed and swung his arms around.
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2. not late not late not late
NOPE NOT LATE I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT
NOPE NOPE NOPE
ALL I SAW WAS AN ON TIME TAG
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Liquid Snake || Metal Gear || OTA
[If anyone is actually standing near Liquid he will be waving his arms wildly around his face, as he tries to dampen the flames that have taken hold of his blond hair. Yep, his hair is on fire and he's majorly pissed off at it. The so called nice, calm fireflies have suddenly began catching fire randomly. Or, at least, Liquid thinks they're the same ones that were nice to him a few days ago.]
Shit....my hair. You little!-
[The angry blond crunched his foot on any bright little bugs falling from his head and neck area. He was almost in a crazed state, putting his singed hair out and aiming to kill any remaining fireflies with cursed words to accompany it.]
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[Bob reminds him, jogging over to help coax him through the old primary school mantra- and beat him out with a fireproof jacket if he actually seems inclined to go up in smoke in the slightest.]
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Bigby Wolf | The Wolf Among Us | OTA
[The worst part, arguably, about being unconscious was that he couldn't smoke to keep his nose blocked. So when Bigby comes to on the colosseum floor he's already sporting a hangover-like headache of smell overload: stale blood and sand most prominently, but also smoke, fire, humans, God knows what else - but nothing at all that resembled the toxic smog of New York City, or even The Homelands. He grumbles quietly as he gets to his feet and looks around, brushing the sand and exactly none of its lingering stench off.]
What the hell is this place...?
[Then a firefly catches his attention as it drifts in a downward spiral towards him, followed by a small cloud of more. He watches them carefully; he's rarely encountered fireflies in the past, and doesn't expect one to somewhat abruptly divebomb into his sleeve - and even less for it to explode into flames.]
Shit-!!
[While that's very quickly patted out, leaving a patch of raw skin and the sharp stink of burned hair, he's quick to notice this isn't an isolated case. He can see fires puffing in and out of existence all over the joint, but some aren't going out so quickly.
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...well, if he's not in Fabletown right now...]
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[Be prepared for a wolf of elephantine proportions with glowing yellow eyes to climb over the wall of the colosseum and into the city. Bigby's watching people carefully as he moves quickly around, trying not to step on anyone but wary of people who might try and attack him, but his primary focus is going to be huffing and puffing and blowing out any fires that have gotten a bit too excited and lively to be safe to leave alone.
And when he's not doing that, the wolf disappears again, to be replaced by a shirtless man, somehow still with pants, smoking as he explores the city more conveniently.]
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It is absolutely, positively, like looking in a mirror. He could have written this book.]
You all right?
[Apologetically, getting his smile under control. There are fires on, after all.]
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Gojyo | Saiyuki | open
[ He should probably be used to weird stuff happening to him, but waking up on the ground with no memory of how he got there and no idea where he is still manages to rank pretty high on the scale of bizarre and unasked-for phenomena. Not to mention the phone, which he has no idea how to use, and the games—if you want to call them that. It takes him about twenty seconds to accidentally break one, but he grabs another one to wander around with anyway, because it has buttons, which makes it a lot more straightforward than the other thing. He's stuffed the phone in his pocket. It might be perplexing, but it's obviously not junk—not like the crap he's glued to, wandering without looking where he's going, mashing buttons like a pro six-year-old. ]
How do even you do this?
[ He just can't win. Mega Man 2, but also in general. ]
exploring & entomology.
[ Catch him on the streets, mildly disconcerted and ducking errant fireflies. He's seen them sit on stuff, and then he's seen that stuff catch fire. His clothes are pretty beat up already, but he has very long hair, and he'd like to keep it that way. His pockets are now full of clunky things, and he keeps pulling out the phone to play with it (or attempt to). Mega Man 2 sits in a place of honor next to his cigarettes. He hates it already, but it might be important!!
He's also smoking. He's going to run out, eventually. Just thinking about it's making him a little anxious.
Occasionally he stops to get his bearings, and make sure he can still see the colosseum—it's the only place he can associate with the idea of going back, as unlikely as that seems right now. ]
near the shops, closed to hakkai.
Hello?
[ He's poking his head into shops, as fully weirded out as a person can be; picking up things he doesn't recognize for inspection, and carefully, almost superstitiously putting them back. There are stories like this, right? You're not really stuck until you take something.
Mega Man 2 doesn't count. Food counts, he decides. Whether cigarettes count is irrelevant, because now he's straight-up chain smoking, and if he finds more, he's taking them. ]
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He's picking up what seems to be a round pink fruit and gives it a light sniff--nope, that is definitely a vegetable-- when he hears the unmistakable voice that is Gojyo's. Hakuryuu, who is currently perched on his shoulder, quickly turns his head along with Hakkai towards the source.
He knows that red hair from miles away.]
Gojyo?!
[He's been there by himself for a little over a month now, so seeing the extremely familiar face was definitely surprising but not unwelcome.]
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Ruby | Supernatural | OPEN
[Well, this is.... Lame. Really pretty lame. Disappointingly lame, almost, if it weren't for the fact that she shouldn't be in any state to be judging her surroundings.
But she is, and so as unimpressed as Ruby is to find herself in a colosseum filled with some strange combination of fireflies and video games she's also just glad to be alive. A quick glance around reveals that she's not alone, and she's considering her options--should she keep to herself or pick someone who looks friendly to join forces with while she figures out what's going on?--but her choice is made easier when she notices one of the lightning bugs burst into flames upon contact with one of the other people in the arena.
She immediately moves closer, putting on a look of concern as she calls out to them.]
Are you okay?
[The City]
[It's become obvious to Ruby very quickly that she's not in Kansas--or Maryland, whatever--anymore.
But, ultimately, she's not too upset about this predicament, not when she should be dead. So she's exploring the city in a genuinely decent mood, trying to focus on the fact that she's somehow still alive rather than that her plans had been ruined at the last second. Or, possibly even worse, her plans hadn't been ruined but she didn't get to be there to enjoy them.
That's not the point right now, and so instead she's looking around and waving off any fireflies that get too close. It may look like she's supernaturally repelling the little things, and that's because she is; telekinesis comes in handy.
Upon spotting someone, she decides to approach and see what information she can get about this place.]
Hey, can you help me out?
cityside.
I guess that depends. What do you need help with?
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take me down to the paradise city where the grass is green and the girls are anything but demons.
aw come on sam it's not like your non-demon girlfriends have ever worked out either
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no smiting. promise.
this is the start a beautiful something
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General Hux | Open
[Hux had no real memory of how he arrived here. One moment he’d been walking out of his quarters on the Finalizer and next he found himself stepping out onto rock-strewn sand instead of the hard durasteel plates of the ship’s deck.
The uncertain footing beneath his boots was the first indication that something had gone vastly wrong. Second was the unfamiliar sight of the rubble-strewn colosseum he found himself in. He froze in place for a moment and just looked around at the ruins in disbelief. His mind went into overdrive trying to figure out just what the kriff was going on because this was most certainly not his beloved ship.
Unfortunately, whatever Hux had been thinking about was swiftly superseded by shocked surprise when one of the flying insects that were languidly flying around landed on the fine gaberwool material of his greatcoat and immediately burst into flames. To the general’s credit, he didn’t panic but he did slap his gloved hand down on the material of his coat in an attempt to put the small fire out before it could grow out of control.]
Kriffing, smugglers’ hell. [The sleeve of his coat was ruined with a large scorch mark and a minor hole in the material though it at least looked as though the satin lining hadn’t been burned. Unfortunately, the butter-soft nerfhide glove was ] What’s going on here?
[Exploring: Shops]
[He’d been unable to raise the Finalizer on his comms or even figure out just where the hell he was. All he’d found at that ruined area had been a few crude and primitive handheld games. He’d grabbed one just to see if he could scavenge it for usable parts but unfortunately, had thus far been unable to find a way of gaining access to them without proper tools. His vibroblade could have cut through the plastic casing but he didn’t want to ruin the internal electronics.
Not that Hux thought he could feasibly hook this primitive equipment up to his communications device and boost the signal. Ever since his run in with the pyromaniac fireflies he’d been on his guard and on the lookout. Hux had never come across a fauna like that though there were many planets in the galaxy he was unfamiliar with.
The more pressing question wasn’t so much where the insects had come from so much as where he was. This city was decrepit and seemingly deserted, almost as if he’d somehow found himself on a world with a long abandoned society. Even the architecture that he’d seen was strange and so utterly unlike the austere aesthetic of the First Order. Unfortunately, he hadn’t heard any of the tell-tale sounds of an active space port and hadn’t seen so much as a single ship fly overhead which when coupled with the primitive nature of this ruined city, he was beginning to fear he’d found himself on a world without space-faring technology.
As for how he’d gotten here, Hux’s credits thus far were on having been knocked out or drugged and kidnapped. Yet curiously, they hadn’t divested him of his blaster or his vibroblade, both of which were at much more easy reach if he needed them in a pinch. Sure, technically what he was doing was considered stealing but as far as Hux was concerned, he was being held in a hostile enemy environment until he learned otherwise which meant he was going to do anything and everything he could in order to survive.]
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Bald, skinny, bruised Johanna certainly matches the city's aesthetic, and right now, Johanna is proud of it. Look her in the eyes if you dare, asshole, because she's got a powerful hatred for all the things he represents. ]
The fuck do you want? You can pick up some canned beans and get the fuck out, or you can leave right now.
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felix | open
[ What the fuck is going on?
It's the first thought Felix has as he comes to and pushes himself up off the ground. This isn't the alien temple. A glance around tells him that much. And quick scan reveals there are no fucking simulation troopers lurking nearby. Which means what? What did those bastards do to him?
Whatever it was, he's still got his weapons, so if they meant to render him harmless they failed. That's a comforting thought, one that makes him smile with vicious glee beneath his helmet. He's going to find them, he's going to gut them, and afterward, he's going to locate his backstabbing bastard of a partner no matter where in the galaxy he's hiding and then he'll make him pay for turning his back on him.
Of course, nothing’s ever that simple. He hasn’t gotten very far on his determined march away from where he’d woken up when he encounters the first firefly. He doesn’t think anything of it, it isn’t the first time he’s seen such a thing, and slaps it out of the way with the back of his armored hand.
What he isn’t expecting is for it to promptly explode.
Felix’s armor protects him from being burned, but the unexpectedness of it makes him jerk back in surprise. ]
What the fuck was that?
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[ Feel free to tag in with your own prompts! If you'd like anything specific, ping/pm me and I'll set something up! ]
Arrival
Just in case.
Miriam flattens herself against the ground, one hand curled around Barnaby's harness, and tries to get a better look at the armor. No insignia that she can see. Probably not one of the Sons, then. So that's good.
Doesn't mean he's friendly, though.]
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slides this in so late im sorry... lets say wildcard lmk if this works
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north dakota → red vs. blue ← open & will match format!
ii; near the library / delight's temple – out of the frying pan and into the fire
flies.iii; choose your own adventure!
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Stuff is burning! It's so pretty.
She's in such a good mood, in fact, that her reaction to turning a corner and coming face to face with a stranger in full armor isn't to run away screaming, but instead to skid to a halt and then go up on her toes for a better look.
It's purple. That's new.] Where'd you get that armor, mister?
[It doesn't look like something the Sons would wear, so she's probably safe. Barnaby steps in front of her with a growl anyway, teeth bared in warning.]
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yells quietly i am so ready.
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Ai Ebihara | Persona 4 | Open (will match format)
She's more than a little pleased to be out of the Colosseum. Being out means she's done with Mello. One can't begin to understand just how light she feels knowing that she went her way and there was a whole city before her to explore. It was a relative light all things considered. She's not exactly pleased at the prospect of monsters if the weird dream thing was anything to judge by, but she was going to have a loot around.
Her steps loud on the sidewalk as she wanders. Sometimes she's poking through junk, not looking for anything particular so much as seeing what's around her. Other times she's just walking no destination in mind. Her pink purse high on her shoulder and clutched between her arm and body like someone might try to take it on the off chance she runs into anyone at all.
Of course after a while of wandering streets and ogling at the spires she's bound to run into someone. Maybe they can tell her something useful like where a girl could find a place to get a drink of water or how to check if anyone she knows from home is around.
"Excuse me, can you help me?"
2. The Shops
Leave it to the fashion obsessed to find her way to some shops. The wide-eyed gleeful look on her face speaks volumes to how much this pleases her as she peruses first one and then another shop window. This place has shops. She could shop, do something normal and she rummages through her purse to check that her wallet was still present.
Hopefully they would take plastic as she entered a third store. When you arrive in a cave city it is only natural to treat your confusion and anger with some retail therapy. And she had a lengthy line of credit on the gold card in her wallet. It could afford a lot of retail therapy.
"Excuse me do you take gold cards?"
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He just doesn't quite understand the concept of retail therapy.
Clearing his throat just off to her side, he makes himself known as politely as possible, though it's doubtful she would have gone very long before she noticed him. He's not exactly the most inconspicuous thing around here, tall as he is.
"I think you'll be lucky if they even take the same kind of currency." He gives a sheepish sort of smile, a roll of his shoulders in a small shrug. "Plastic might be out of the question."
Then again, he hasn't tried any of the fraudulent credit cards in his own wallet, so he really has no idea.
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This place is known as the Colosseum. It's where you get brought once on arrival. Don't ask me how, since I don't know the answer. You're a talking hedgehog. I've never seen one before, you'll have to forgive me.
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Psycho Mantis | Metal Gear | Colosseum (open)
Hadn't he been-? How can this be? He felt alive. He shouldn't be. Solid Snake had seen to that, hadn't he? The tall and terribly thin man stood up on shaking legs and tried to let the spinning in his head subside. Wasn't going to happen any time soon.
Then a glow crossed his vision. Tiny, insignificant, supported by a set of wings. Behind the mask, his mouth quirked up into a quick and small grin. He's seen fireflies before, but something about this one- All of them- Got to some little part of himself that was still catching up to the lucidity he needed to process this. Maybe he was dead after all.
His foot catches onto something a little different than the scattered assortment of cheap toys: a little phone. He picked it up, flipped it open, and quickly shouted in pain as a firefly burst into a tiny fiery death on his arm. Definitely not dead, but definitely nowhere near home. Looking up, he'd guess it was more like a cave. No sense in staying in this place, though. He wrapped his arms around himself a little and tried messing with the phone some more as he headed towards the exit.
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The blond's focus moved ahead of him to spot the man in the black suit which covered most of his body. Then the gas mask. His heart practically stopped in his chest when he saw the gas mask.
Mantis.
Liquid began running towards his old friend, not even caring about the fireflies anymore or any traps that may be on the ground. Mantis was alive and here in the city.
"Mantis! It's you, it's really you!" Liquid was gasping with breath but happy. He felt like reaching out and touching his close friend and knew that Mantis preferred mental closeness than actual physical touching.
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