onemind: (Default)
THE N E S T ([personal profile] onemind) wrote in [community profile] emptynesters2017-04-04 08:54 am
Entry tags:

TEST DRIVE :003


TEST DRIVE :003


     WELCOME to the test drive and thank you for your interest in Station 72! To allow players to experiment with game mechanics, flexibility and to account for the fact that our TDMs tend to span a number of months to make up for our low player turnover, we've put together a game-themes random scenario generator for you to play with. Mix and match prompts at will, pick your own broodmates, experiment with abilities and specializations, talk to each other and maybe make up some pre-established CR, and generally play around however you like.

This test drive is not game canon, so take this chance to go nuts! Current in game players are also welcome to make top levels here and aren't beholden to their in-game characterizations (so if it makes more sense to be a broodmates of a character test driving, feel free to do so for the sake of these threads).

For the full experience, we strongly encourage players to write up a short blurb about what their fellow characters might know about them either through shared time on the Station or through the Nest mental link. Handy links can be found at the bottom of this entry if you have any questions and APPLICATIONS are always open if you decide you'd like to jump into the game proper. If you're having trouble coming up with a symbiote ability for your character for use in either the TDM or for your application, we have an ability workshop post located HERE.


(Mix and match these prompts at will to create your own TDM scenario - there's no obligation to use something from every category. Feel free to make up anything that isn't covered in the prompt if it lends to your playing.)


     THE PLACE

1. STATION 72 consists of massive, alien sprawl. While large sections of the Station might be mistaken for a Station manufactured for use by humanoid beings - the hangar is relatively standard other than its massive size, the Life Support deck with its series of living quarters seems normal enough (if you ignore the part where none of the rooms have doors on them), and there's even a Jai Alai court -, beyond the most well trod paths the Station quickly cedes to the utterly bizarre. Corridors twist and loop back in on themselves, great verandas overlook massive empty rooms, ramps because stairs which lead to dead ends. It's easy to get lost if you don't have a destination in mind. Strangely enough, if you do know where you want to be, the Station's twisting paths will eventually get you there as long as you keep your goal firmly in mind. Knowing that is another thing entirely.

2. THE MELTED WORLD was once beautiful. Then again, maybe it's always been a toughened old rock, but at some point the planet called Ojan was glassed in the throes of a brutal war. The planet's entire surface has become a twisted, mirror-like substance by whatever super hot biological weapon was poured into it. The material isn't actually that horrible, consuming black; it perfectly reflects the empty, quiet space that surrounds Ojan: a foreboding testament to a war long forgotten. But what lies below the surface of the desolated world?

3. THE SCEPTRE is a fabulous building structure suspended from an asteroid in orbit around a planet. The Sceptre pierces down through the atmosphere of the planet below and over the course of the asteroid's orbit, The Sceptre has an opportunity to pass through every habitat and climate the world below it has to offer. The Sceptre is sleek and beautiful (or it is? Maybe it's fallen into disrepair and only ghosts remain) and its massive windows look out onto a varied, verdant world (or do they? What state is the planet below in, exactly? Has it been so thoroughly paved over that the atmosphere is the only place left to build?).

4. PENTARA PRIME is the ancient, meandering capital of the lush garden world of Pentara. Unlike most cities, it is a large, verdant sprawl, made up eighteen clustered centers - groups of low, elegant stone buildings, strung together by winding roads populated with quietly humming pods moving people from spoke to spoke. The capital is built around leisure, not production and there are far more gardens and orchards than there are buildings. The sun is heavy and low, and the air is still and buzzes with the sounds of fat-bodied insects. It’s so still, so calm. It seems empty and there is something unsettling in the quiet. --Or is it? Maybe it's bustling with energy, just as vibrant and delightful as it seems on the surface.

5. CHORIUS is not quite a planet. Not anymore. Once long ago it was, but over time it has changed - been stripped clean of every valuable mineral, every scrap of rare metal, and eventually even of atmosphere. The core has cooled perceptibly and now even its rotation period has slowed dramatically. Now it is a made up of shaped carbon and steel that bridge over the stripped surface of the planet, pulsing with energies, shielded from the harshness of the sun by a webbed dome that keeps the electric scented air from escaping into the space around it. Here nothing is wasted. Everything - everyone - is recycled and reconstituted into new forms. Every one of the cities changes daily, reformatted to meet new goals and new needs. It is a dead world filled with the living. But whether it is thriving or dying is hard to say - and what the newest change will bring with it is even more difficult to guess.

6. SPACE, THE FINAL FRONTIER. There's a lot of it in every direction.

     THE PEOPLE

1. THE OUTLANDERS consist of small bands of settlers and explorers who have quested out into the unknown, the remote, and the dessicated parts of this galaxy looking for either new opportunities or forgotten mysteries. They are mostly upright though only vaguely humanoid, remnants of a civilization driven from their own failing world, each group is bound only by their own codes and personal laws. They're traders and nomads, largely peaceful but wary of the harsh, dangerous environment and beings they've crossed paths with. Don't cross a deal with an Outlander - they'll make you regret it.

2. A VERITABLE MELTING POT, the beings of this metropolis are as vibrant and diverse as is imaginable. These are a people developed by a myriad of cultural influences, technological insights, overlapping interests and clashing societal norms shaken up and spit out into something that more or less works as long as there's a whole lot of bureaucracy to keep it in order. And boy is there a lot of that. Mind your p's and q's - someone might haul you in for questioning if you cause too much of an uproar.

3. A RUINED GHOST is all that remains of this ancient civilization. Once there were people here leading brilliant or lives, or quiet ones, but all that's left are their ruined structures, old half-functional consoles and signs of lives abruptly arrested. What destroyed these people is initially unclear, but their extinction appears to have been absolute. --Or was it?

4. THE COURT is elegant and beautiful and perfect. Every being is shrouded in delicate, gauzy fabrics layered so densely as to obscure their elongated squirming bodies from head to toe. Each step sounds like a bell ringing from the the small metal plates at the bottom of their soft slippers; every gloved finger glints with small golden threads. The queens sweep through their secret insect gardens and their royal technomancers walk the halls with the glitter of hologlyphs sparkling at their fingertips and in the wake of their sweeping robes.

5. THE GREAT MILITARY is larger even than it’s name suggests. Every member of their civilization plays some part in it, every person has a rank, every family an insignia. The structure is rigid and inflexible and all-encompassing, and it has made them into ferocious enemies. They have been at war for as long as they have been a people, and their battle will never end, because if it did, they would go with it. The harshness of their life is painted on the sharp planes of their grey faces, but there is an indomitability and a pride to them that is hidden by their stern, unchanging expressions.

6. SCUM ALWAYS LIVES at the edge of the universe. Beware the dark of the space and the seedier underbelly of cities or the shadows of forgotten planet - pirates make their living there and these are desperate times, friend.

     THE OBJECTIVE

1. GET UP from where you've fallen. Or get up from the nesting deck pod where you've just woken up on the Station. Or get up to Level 672 where there's a ship waiting for you. Or get up from the knee you've taken before this alien queen. Get up.

2. THE RESCUE might be saving a city from a disaster engineered by an enemy force, playing bodyguard for a government official, or liberating a rare artifact from a crumbling structure.

3. IT'S A RACE AGAINST TIME to collect the relic you've been sent to retrieve from the collapsing ruin. Or to make your way free of the military blockade. Or to make your escape from a crumbling world.

4. THE MASQUERADE is all a cover - for an assassination. For a heist. For a political coup.

5. INFILTRATE you know what you need. And you know who has it. With a little help you’ll be able to break into the place no one is supposed to go. You could sneak in… or smash in. Or maybe just talk your way past every little problem.

6. COME ON AND SLAM and welcome to the jam. It’s a ritual or maybe it’s just a pastime, but whichever it is there are rules and there is a goal. There’s probably even points. If you’re lucky, you just might score one. Avoid the spiky pits? Or maybe the thrown fruit. Or perhaps just the other team...

6. EXPLORE and uncover the secrets this place have to offer. There’s a mystery here if you know where to find it. And all you have to do is look.

7. DON'T DIE is easy to say and hard to do when you're under the guns of an armada. Or when you're trying to outwit spies. Or when the ground is literally crumbling under your feet.


     INSPIRATION







servitor: (#letigre)

[personal profile] servitor 2017-09-13 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
[He could say more on the matter, what he's heard from Noctis, but he clips it short. Not much he could do about it anyway.]

We have sleeping areas. One big camp out, I guess.
justttkidding: (Default)

November 11 || Darker Than Black || open

[personal profile] justttkidding 2017-09-15 07:58 am (UTC)(link)
i. melted world

[ He doesn't expect the stillness. They've landed here to search for something. A relic? A temple? He's glanced at the brief and understands what he's supposed to do, but he distracted by the paved and glistening landscape. It's like an ocean of glass frozen over. Blackened by the sky and lack of atmosphere above. All that stares back is a reflection.

Carefully, he picks his way across the terrain, curiosity a dim spark in his mind. The smoothness of everything reminds him of the crater left behind in Heaven's Gate. A vast nothingness. Just an echo of what used to be there. Is this what it would transform into, years from now? ]


It's too still. I feel like something's just waiting to happen.

[ Do you feel it too? ]


ii. pentara prime

[ Now this, this is what he excels at. Parties, people, the disgusting opulence and wealth hanging in the trappings all around. The rich are not just rich, they're exorbitant. Gowns spun from silk and dripping with expensive jewels, suits lined in cloth gold, silver, platinums. He's watching the flurry of colors with a mild amusement, sipping on a green bubbly liquid that tastes like champagne (but hits you like 100 proof vodka).

Easily, he keeps track of their target– Soren Valaäd, Minister of Economics - it's hard to miss him after all. Soren is dressed to the nines, a mix of peacock colors spanning his longcoat in an intricate pattern. His heavy hands are laden with rings, glinting with every gesture he makes in conversation. November idly wonders how easy it might be to pickpocket him; a juvenile idea for a member of MI6, really, but something about Soren makes him want to. It doesn't matter though, soon they'll be rushing the minister out of the fray. There's a coup they're gently helping to incite and fortunately, Soren will need to be retained on in the aftermath.

There's also the matter of them obtaining information from a vault upstairs. He can't be too distracting to Mr. Valaäd. ]


(( Minister's in sight, 22:00 from the entrance. How goes the extraction? ))

[ It was weird at first, but he's really grown to love this whole mental communication system. So much easier. ]


iii. wildcard

[ Want to catch November on the station? Or maybe in another scenario? Go for it! ]
justttkidding: (Default)

ball pits because i can't help myself

[personal profile] justttkidding 2017-09-15 08:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ Eagerly, he's been testing the limitations of the station. As it turns out, it doesn't have very many, if any, at all. The lone thing it hates to do is make doors, but he isn't exactly a private person (maybe to others dismay).

So he's taken to getting it to spit out the most absurd things he possibly can. It's like a real time version of Sim City, except he can do it smaller scale. And with children's playground items.

What? He's having a good time, don't look at him like that. ]


And so I have. Does it offend? I can ask for different colour balls if you'd like. [ November turns to who has just addressed him, smiling benignly at Bakugo. ]
incinerates: ID 13036614 @ PIXIV (Default)

[personal profile] incinerates 2017-09-16 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ of all people, it's this asshole that's tagged along.

already, he's had his suspicions about the way the station... operates. there's a mutability and a transience to it that suggests either the one who designed it valued eclectic over focused, or the "symbiote" that's living it up in his brain is actually just code for "sorry, you have an inoperable tumor and you're hallucinating shortly before you die". there's plenty of REASONS, but not all of them are supported by FACT.

what is supported, is november's weirdo desires. and they're supported above bakugo's own. like the station likes november better, or something. which is bullshit because what the fuck is there not to like about bakugo!!! ]


"Does it offend", hell fucking yea' it does.

[ -- a burst of scathing, hot emotion passes between them. ]

None of this is helpful, it's just... it's whimsy. [ beat ] I hate whimsy.
wille: (& coffee)

I

[personal profile] wille 2017-09-16 01:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It is a mistake to think of emptiness as the lack of existence when the very presence of nothingness can be heavier, more palpable even than a profusion of miscellany. It is a living, breathing thing that breathes down their necks and causes her to shiver and rub her arms. Even the laughter she lets out is chilled, emptied. ]

That's a bit paranoid, isn't it?

[ The wry, challenging smile she wears speaks the opposite to her words. Yes, of course, something's about to happen. ]

What do you think they're waiting for?
justttkidding: (sarcasm)

[personal profile] justttkidding 2017-09-17 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ While Bakugo radiates irritation and frustration, he continues to be unmoved. Complacent in his slightly amused state. The wave of hot annoyance passes between them and he meets it with his unflappable manner, a cooling balm just this side of neutral. Contractors aren't even swayed by their own emotions, why would that change when faced with the emotional sides of others? ]

Oh, you don't enjoy primary colors? [ He knows that isn't what Bakugo is getting at, but who cares. ]

Perhaps the station enjoys whimsy. You never know. On a positive note, I thought it would be a good exercise to see where the limitation lie by asking for things that aren't in the realm of dangerous. [ Just in case it dropped from the ceiling like the board game boxes did earlier. ]

Have you made much headway, Bakugo?
justttkidding: (try again)

[personal profile] justttkidding 2017-09-17 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's a weight in silence. It never lasts long; a calm before the storm, the eye of it, the inhale, exhale before pulling a trigger. In the back of his mind, there's an anxiety surrounding the quiet, but he sorts it away logically. They can't do anything until something happens.

So for now they wait. ]


Paranoia is good for you, it keeps the coffin with your name on it empty. [ He smiles thinly, morbid joke slanting between them and breaking up tension. ]

Likely the same as us. Information, details. Better to watch and wait than to strike and cause folly.
wille: (& confirmation)

[personal profile] wille 2017-09-18 11:27 am (UTC)(link)
Paranoia also keeps you running with your tail between your legs, when it's better to strike.

[ A difference in worldview, clearly, a difference as vast as worlds. Well, at least both their sense of humor are morbid. It's one common point of understanding. She raises the binocular in her hand to her eyes, brows furrowing in concentration. There's nothing to see. Her groan is exaggerated, a step away from utterly childish. ]

I hate this. All this waiting. Let's just do something.
justttkidding: (Default)

[personal profile] justttkidding 2017-09-18 11:39 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe for some. [ Ok, he's paranoid, it comes with being a Contractor, but he's active. Running away has never gotten him anywhere in the past. November prefers to face his troubles head on. But, he's not going to stir the pot when there doesn't seem to be anything to stir. ]

Fancy a dance? I'm told I waltz "admirably". [ The landscape under their feet is smooth and flat enough so as not to trip them up. He extends a hand to her, if she's willing to take him up on it. ]
wille: (* jerk)

[personal profile] wille 2017-09-18 12:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She is as incensed as she is charmed, easily construing his left-field offer as a swipe against her insistence on doing something, because he wouldn't be the first. Itchy fingers have gotten her in trouble many times before. The look she gives him can melt this world back into lava, were she so inclined. ]

Are you kidding me?

[ Her words lack heat, tellingly. She is giving him the benefit of the doubt, that maybe he has a plan up his sleeves. ]

It takes two to dance, both must waltz equally "admirably" right?
justttkidding: (Default)

[personal profile] justttkidding 2017-09-18 12:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Misato's responding look is one he's extremely familiar with. And thus, he weathers it easily, a single brow raising and his smile quirking up than much more. Maybe amusement shouldn't be the go to reaction, considering, but he lives on the edge. ]

Me? Never. [ All the time. ]

I'll have you know I received the compliment from the Prime Minister's daughter, aged 6. She was standing on my toes at the time.
wille: (* you know)

[personal profile] wille 2017-09-18 12:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Whatever. Show off!

[ Be nice, it's the best insult she can come up with. It seems she's perfectly aware of its insufficiency, too, drawing in an exasperated breath as she crosses her arms with the petulance befitting that six-year-old girl he speaks of. ]

The Prime Minister or his daughter won't be able to save you if they-- [ She tips her chin toward the unnamed they, the enemy, the ones lurking in the dark. ] --decide to blow your legs off while you twirl me.
justttkidding: (sarcasm)

[personal profile] justttkidding 2017-09-18 12:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's a good insult because it's true. He's an insufferable show off, especially right now. Misato is only adding fuel to the fire. A quiet hum of amusement runs through their shared connection, feeling like stepping into the sun after being in AC all day. ]

No, but that's why I have you here. Clearly I'm the damsel in this situation. [ Uh??? ]

Though between the two of us, they'd have to get close enough first.
wille: (* unacceptable)

[personal profile] wille 2017-09-19 12:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Of course he's the damsel in this situation. The incensed look she shoots his way must surely communicate as much, that there is absolutely no possibility that she is the one in need of saving when there's him with his pressed suit and his fluttery eyelashes and his supposedly admirable waltzing skills. She must surely, surely have more claim to gallantry than him. Right? Right. ]

Honestly!

[ What one says when there's little else to say, because he's hit the mark with his words, such a cleverly disguised challenge that she falls for. Hook, line, sinker. It's with furious insistence that she moves to grab him by the wrist so that she can drag him out, out toward the flat where he better not complain when she steps on his foot. ]

Come on.
justttkidding: (Default)

[personal profile] justttkidding 2017-09-20 07:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ok but why wouldn't he be the damsel? You think looks like this come easy?

At her sudden outburst, he smiles a little wider, some of it crinkling at the corners of his eyes. Well now, this should be fun. November willingly goes when Misato tugs on his wrist, silently calculating his next move. They must look a silly pair, but who cares at this point. ]


Good sir, please, be gentle. Here, like this. [ Keeping up with appearances, he gently sorts their hands into the correct positions. Except Misato is to lead. Because it amuses him. ]

Whenever you're ready. [ He winks. Actually winks. }
incinerates: ID 13036614 @ PIXIV (ɪᴛ sᴇᴇᴍs ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴇsᴛᴇʀᴅᴀʏ)

[personal profile] incinerates 2017-09-27 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ hot and cold; they're literally hot and cold and how dare you bring this into MY home. ]

The station can kiss my ass, [ grousing and growling, as he punts a few of the errant orbs into the ball pit. this guy's brain is fucking weird. too neutral, too flatline. not much gets to him, and it's not so much really good composure as it is -- he's wrong. weird. it makes bakugo's skin crawl, and makes him inclined not to turn his back on november entirely. ]

This stuff's for kids.

[ YOU'RE a kid ]

I'm getting that this place can create different inorganic materials and structures. I haven't been able to get it to make anything organic or alive, and I've been looking for everything from beetles to bison to other people. [ stooping to pick up one of the remaining ball pit... balls, because it feels legit. looks legit.

smells like old, mouldering plastic and everything. ]
Maybe it can't sort you out from me, you freakin' weirdo.
eyedrop: (yoυ're αɴ αɴιмαl ιɴ тнαт ѕтαтe)

slinks over

[personal profile] eyedrop 2017-10-09 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's only been out of the pod for a few hours, and he already wants to crawl right back into it. He rubs the back of his neck as he wanders alongside Bakugo, his movements seemingly languid, his expression as dead-eyed as ever. Yet he's mapping the station carefully as they move--at least as well he can, anyway. He's just a few steps ahead, too; barely enough to notice (though he's sure Bakugo does), but there's enough distance to let him get the drop on anything or anyone that might pop up.

The ball pits, admittedly, do not seem to be dangerous. ]


Not really my style.
iuno: (i don't mind if it's all in my head)

juno steel | the penumbra podcast

[personal profile] iuno 2017-10-09 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
juno steel is a private detective with a sharpshooter's eyes — or eye, now, since he lost one to an ancient martian telepathic tumour when it burst inside his skull. he has a cybernetic replacement eye that he's still getting used to. he's your typical noir detective, from a distant future on mars; cynical, jaded, hardboiled. or he tries to be. mostly he's just self-loathing to the point of being a danger to himself, and desperate to make his city a better place, which isn't a pretty combination on a lady like him.
i. chorius — race against time
[ have you ever wanted to stop a murder with some good old-fashioned detective work? if not, then too bad. for whatever reason, you got dragged in by Juno's bad luck magnet today, and you might as well help out while you're here. or he seems to think so, anyway, if the way he's been ordering you around is any indication. ]

Come on, there's gotta be something here. [ he doesn't even look up from the desk he's digging through, but he calls out: ] Hey, go through that bookshelf back there, might be something they missed. We're looking for papers on anything suspicious — financial records, important-looking letters, a goddamn diary.

[ he's more jittery than usual, which is saying something. for someone who puts up such a stoic front, he's a restless sort, talking fast and drumming his fingers on any surface his hand touches. at least he knows what his problem is with this case: Chorius hits too close to home. the changing city just makes Juno think of Hyperion, of having to leave it behind the way he did, and it tugs too hard at that desperation he's always felt to make home just a little better than it was the day before. he has to help this city. it rattles around in his head like a beggar's bowl full of coins. ]

ii. pentara prime — masquerade
[ if there's one thing Juno Steel is bad at, it's going undercover. oh, he could probably pull it off, if he really tried. but the thing is that he... doesn't.

instead of engaging in any kind of schmoozing to ingratiate himself with the socialites here like he's supposed to, Juno is mostly just picking at food and deflecting anyone who tries to talk to him with cutting sarcasm. nobody finds it charming. he could not be trying less hard to make this work, and he really, really doesn't care. besides, his thoughts keep coming back to — to Duke Rose, that stupid card game and that stupid gamble on Juno being able to save the day. he doesn't want to think about this. ]


How long can these things drag on. [ could he save a little trouble for himself if he didn't communicate verbally? sure. he also refuses to give anyone any more reason to be in his head than he has to. ] You seen any drinks going around?

[ that might help this night pass quicker, if nothing else. ]

iii. wildcard
[ whatever you want! juno steel, private eye, is at your service. ]
incinerates: ID 13036614 @ PIXIV (ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪɴɴᴀᴄʟᴇ)

YES GOOD

[personal profile] incinerates 2017-10-09 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ just being around his teacher makes him want to crawl into some confining space and nap, too. so. thanks for that. ]

It looks like Ueno's playpark.

[ which means that it's likely that the ballpit and the entire vibe of "kid's playland" that's surrounding them came from bakugo, who was entertaining brief memories of being brought to the retro playzone when he was a kid. or something. there's bumper cars and everything, even if they are souped the FUCK up like monster trucks. spikes on the wheel rims and hefty, armored grills and everything. ]

I didn't need you to come with me, teach. I can handle it.

[ he's going for "rude" but it all kind of comes out with a sloppy sort of concern ]
eyedrop: (oɴly тo ғlee or reмαιɴ)

[personal profile] eyedrop 2017-10-09 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's here to help. ]

Been a while.

[ A possibly less than subtle confirmation of the fact that he's perfectly aware of where this all came from. He's not trying to shame Bakugo for it, though; if this place takes shape from the mind, then it's natural that such memories would be close to the surface of Bakugo's consciousness. He's not so far from his playground days.

Anyway, the huge fang teeth on the bumper car grills kind of gave it away.

Aizawa runs a hand along the bars of a jungle gym, testing the solidity of it, his expression and tone unchanging. Thinking: So that's how this place is, huh. ]


I don't have anywhere else to go, regardless. Looks like you're stuck with me.

[ Not untrue--but also designed not to prod at Bakugo's pride. Regardless of what the kid thinks, he's still a kid, and still--to Aizawa's mind--his responsibility.

He knocks on the gym's bars, listens to the metallic clang that follows. ]


In light of that, how about you tell me how you got here?

[ What had Bakugo seen? What had he gone through? ]
incinerates: ID 13036614 @ PIXIV (ɪᴛ sᴇᴇᴍs ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴇsᴛᴇʀᴅᴀʏ)

[personal profile] incinerates 2017-10-09 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the landscape is a little warped, courtesy of time and distance from childish memories, but the room's features are distinctive enough. it's definitely a playland, for someone caught somewhere between youth and adulthood. the jungle gym becomes a landmark, and he scales it effortlessly, cupping his hands over his eyes - trying to see into the distance, past the dark shadows and warehouse-like scale of the room. ]

Could be worse.

[ accepting, then? ]

I walked. [ avoiding the Real Question: ] I woke up in what felt like the fuckin' morgue, and walked outta' there. Been looking for a way out since.
eyedrop: (ɴo pαrĸιɴɢ ιɴ lαɴeѕ)

[personal profile] eyedrop 2017-10-09 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Yes; he could be All Might.

Aizawa sighs. He glances up at Bakugo for just a second, eyes narrowing slightly, and then starts walking forward again. Wherever they are, the only way out is through. ]


Answer what I'm asking.
incinerates: ID 13036614 @ PIXIV (ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴜᴘ)

[personal profile] incinerates 2017-10-09 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ SHIT THAT'D BE SO MUCH WORSE.

aizawa uses the "teacher voice" though, and part of bakugo bristles. automatic and reflexive, but he hops down from his vantage point and follows in aizawa's wake. strangely silent, for a while, as he finds the words to describe the shit that happened. ]
-- I thought it was one of those noumu things, at first.

[ he drags his feet a little, slouching into his damn pockets as he recounts the memory ]

It wasn't, though. It was a fuckton worse. It wrecked the school and hurt a lot of people and I could...

[ he stops now, fists clenching and unclenching in violent little gestures ]

Man, I heard could hear it calling my name. Just my name, over and over.
eyedrop: (тнere'ѕ ɴo rooм ғor мιѕтαĸeѕ)

[personal profile] eyedrop 2017-10-09 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Well, that's much worse than what he expected to hear. Only the worst for his students, it seems. He pauses, though he doesn't turn around. ]

But someone else came for you.

[ As they had for him. ]
incinerates: ID 13036614 @ PIXIV (ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇs ғᴏʀ ғᴜʟғɪʟʟᴍᴇɴᴛ)

i. - collides with this

[personal profile] incinerates 2017-10-09 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
There's nothing here.

[ he's tired of inaction; all this scraping and scrambling to find proof, when all they've got to do is Handle That Shit? it's eating into their timeline, which is dwindling second after second that they waste in this room. while he might have his hands full of papers, thumbing through old financial records to match them off with another list - with the attention span of a volatile teenager ( which he is ), he's barely reading them. it's more of a courtesy, at this point. ]

You gotta' fucking stop, we're not gonna' find anything.

[ with that, he slaps a handful of papers down on the table and squares his shoulders, just in case he's gonna be FOUGHT on this ]

It's a waste of time, we should be tailing this gonna-be-victim and getting the drop on whoever wants to hurt 'em. What's a bunch of paperwork gonna do to stop the killer? What, we're gonna make a bulletproof vest out of it?

Page 13 of 27