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







theotherholt: (happy tears)

[personal profile] theotherholt 2017-10-21 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
"I-I don't...I don't know if--"

And he knows. He knows, not because of the voice -- it's too far away, too echoey to be recognizable -- but because of the words. He's heard them a thousand times, ringing in his ears for hours, stuck in his head for months. He knows.

So he reaches out, not a tremulous, hesitant mental call, but a trusting, confident one: (Shiro.)
shiro2hero: (but then who was the phone)

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2017-10-21 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
It's like someone just kicked him in the chest. That feeling of sudden breathlessness. Like the bottom dropped out of his world. His heart hammering in his ears, and the mental shields of stars and clouds cracking in a bolt of lightning.

Half of him is crying out for Pidge. She needs to know. She needs to be here. He's calling out to her through their own link even as his feet pick up their pace. Sprinting, now.

"Matt?!"

Incredulous. Shouting down the halls toward the place everyone woke.
Edited 2017-10-21 05:52 (UTC)
shiro2hero: (did anyone save me any space pie)

this hurts

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2017-10-21 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
[It's not what he expected. There's no reaction. Nothing. He might as well have been putting his arms around a statue. A dream or ... or something in his head. He holds it. Just for a moment longer. As if, somehow, that's going to change things, going to solidify this as something real.]

[Or shake off the feeling of dread.]


... I can show you where. If you want.

[He steps back, at that. Letting his hands drop to his sides. As if he's stepped over some kind of line he didn't realize existed now.]

Keith.

[Before he knows what he even wants to say, it comes out. Maybe there's something Pidge didn't tell him. Or something she didn't know about. Something that happened between when he last saw everyone and the wormholes she talked about. Something to put what feels like a rift between them.]

[It feels wrong.]

[They should be glad to see each other again. They should be talking. Catching up. Not standing here with the feeling of a sword over their heads.]


You know if... there's something you need to talk about... You know I'll listen.
theotherholt: (proud of u)

[personal profile] theotherholt 2017-10-22 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe he's dead. Maybe he finally got sniped or captured or taken down, and this is the version of the afterlife he gets. Or maybe they never escaped, maybe this is a new prison the Galra have created and his whole escape, his time with the rebels was just a hallucination.

It doesn't matter which one. If he gets to see Shiro again, Matt will take it. He pushes up to his feet, wobbling dangerously, drawing in ragged, shaky breaths.

"I-I'm here! I'm here."
shiro2hero: (but then who was the phone)

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2017-10-22 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
That's the voice he remembers. Now that he knows -- now that he's heard the words in his head. The confirmation in his mind. The starry walls he holds in place are suddenly brighter, stronger. Like something hopeful has ignited each and every star and planet in the sky.

He skids around a corner.

"I'm coming!"

One more doorway.
theotherholt: (do not want)

[personal profile] theotherholt 2017-10-22 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Matt finally makes it to a standing position when Shiro rounds the corner, barrels through the doorway. And there he is. Taller, broader. There's white in his hair, and that wound from the arena -- the only fight Matt ever witnessed, the one he should've fought in, the one meant for him -- had scarred, but it's him.

It's Shiro. And Matt's shaky knees almost give right back out again.

"...you changed your hair."
shiro2hero: (there's only one other option)

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2017-10-22 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Nope, this isn't happening. Not at all. One tremble, and his hands go out, catching him. Holding him up. He won't let this happen. Just finding him again, only to see him sink to the ground...

The grip turns into a hold. Pulling him in.

"You -- You got taller."

Said quietly, hoarsely, into a shoulder. It's hard to hold back. Hard to hold his emotions in check. The stars flaring into novas, clouds rippling into storms.

You're alive echoing wildly through the links.
theotherholt: (happy tears)

[personal profile] theotherholt 2017-10-23 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
There's a watery, shaky laugh, and all Matt's joints feel like they're going to give way at once. It feels so damn good, it feels like he's dreamed about for months and months. He wants to stay like this, wants to breathe in Shiro's smell, the way he's broader and more solid, but still feels like home.

"Yeah. I. Space growth spurt, I guess." It's a stupid joke, and Matt knows it's a stupid joke and he doesn't care.
shiro2hero: (JESUS CHRIST IT'S A LION)

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2017-10-23 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Space... growth spurt." It's so ridiculous. It's so absurd, but it's also so Matt it makes him feel like he's going to crack. It's okay now. Pidge has her brother back. His friend is alive. He can bring him to her and...

"Pidge -- Katie. She's here too."

Because of course, his first thought is, automatically, of his teammate. His friend. The only family left here.

"She's coming."
Edited 2017-10-23 05:12 (UTC)
theotherholt: (besh what)

[personal profile] theotherholt 2017-10-24 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
"--she's. She what? She is? How'd. Did you take her to space with you?!"

Matt is completely bewildered by this, almost enough to pull back, to give Shiro an incredulous look. But that would involve stepping away from this hug, and this hug is satisfying a hunger he hadn't even been aware he had. He's honestly afraid to breathe too deeply, in case this is a dream that'll disappear.
shiro2hero: (oops accidentally charming)

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2017-10-24 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
"No! She came on her own! She... came to find you."

You dweeb. But it comes out endlessly, hopelessly fond. There's already a link here. Already that mental bond between them. Hopefully some of that feeling translates across. As much as he's trying to hold back. It's hard. When they're this close.

"You can ask her yourself."
iuno: (with his hands bound)

[personal profile] iuno 2017-10-24 10:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ there's an indignant protest that Juno yelps when Bakugo decides to just knock everything out of his hands — but it's dropped almost immediately. maybe just because his eye is brought up.

he makes a face, never particularly pleased when someone else calls for him to use the cybernetic eye like he's a dog with one good trick in him. it's not something Bakugo thinks much of, he knows that; he's used to people with special talents, those Quirks, a little boost to do things beyond the ability of your own two hands. Juno isn't. when he came to the Station he'd only just gotten the damn eye put in, and it meant he'd had to get used to two completely different kinds of things digging roots into his head. it hasn't left him with a lot of fondness for the little piece of tech. ]


Theia, how 'bout it. [ talking to it aloud makes it feel more like a virtual assistant, which is nice, because there are enough things digging around in his fucking thoughts already. ] Anything you can pull from this?

[ unfortunately, he can't cut out the middleman and just send the Theia's chatter along to Bakugo the way he can with his own mental dialogue. but he can pass the gist of what it finds across in impressions: ghosts of files that someone wasn't careful enough to scrub properly, suspicious cargo, a lot of money changing hands. a few names that come up over and over again. Juno's assessment of the information comes tacked on almost like an afterthought — dealing in something illegal, probably for a larger group. the kind that can afford to cut their loose ends when someone doesn't keep their end of a bargain. just as changeable as the city it makes its home in. ]

I'm starting to think maybe our gonna-be-victim is less "innocent bystander" and more "caught red-handed by the kind of people you don't want to mess with."
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[personal profile] incinerates 2017-10-24 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he doesn't hover, he's too proud to do that. even if he is eager to see recognition of his findings in Juno's eyes. he rocks on his toes, instead, hands deep in his pockets. shuffling around through one of the minor dimensions that have somehow become his secondary, symbiote-granted Quirk. he hates them, they're not his. it's as though the symbiote didn't think he was enough on his own, and thought he had to be more. gross.

doubly-gross, is the co-mingling of information and impressions from Juno. it's too easy to just drop thoughts through the link between them, the one that, if he ignores it enough, he can pretend doesn't exist. which makes it all worse when he's suddenly reminded that it does. he snaps back, reactive and burning hot: the mental equivalent of someone backhanding an offering, refusing it because it's insulting. ]


Use your fuckin' words, I can follow you better.

[ nothing follows better than sharing direct, unfiltered thoughts, but it's not as invasive ]

Fine. Cool, all the more reason to get on his ass - we can waylay him instead and wring some damn answers outta' him.
theotherholt: (so fcking cute)

[personal profile] theotherholt 2017-10-27 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
"And she's...here and you're here and." Matt's voice trails off, and he leans in, suddenly, grabs two handfuls of Shiro's shirt and breathes in, ragged and desperate. His eyes are shut tight as he whispers:

"Promise me I'm not going to wake up."
shiro2hero: (did anyone save me any space pie)

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2017-10-27 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey... hey. Easy. It's okay... You're okay."

He loops his arms around Matt, automatically. Gathering him in. It's second nature. Just hold on. Support him. A well of the same support flickering through his thoughts.

"I promise you."

The words echoed along the patterns of stars in his mind.
iuno: (more attuned and understanding)

[personal profile] iuno 2017-10-27 03:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the way Bakugo's mind lashes out at him leaves Juno reeling. he's not all that attached to the link himself, but it's getting to be automatic with how often he's forced to use it anyway, and he feels like he just reached out and put his hand down on a stovetop. his mental discipline isn't usually good enough to keep walls up between himself and the rest of the Nest; with this, as soon as he gets burned, Juno shuts down everything. no anger. his head goes cold and empty. ]

Fine. [ he's not happy about this, but when is he ever happy about anything. ] Let's get going.

[ the Theia didn't really get what they need, but it got enough to be useful and probably all they're going to find, so Juno abandons the datapad and the various papers, and he heads for the door — holds it open for Bakugo with a sarcastic flourish. if it were anyone else with him, this might be the time to split up, someone to keep digging for information and someone to see what they can pry out of the potential victim; not with Bakugo. Juno lives off the guilt for his own mistakes, but he hates cleaning up someone else's, and he doesn't believe that sending Bakugo out to investigate alone wouldn't end in a mess.

at times like this, he misses Rita more than anything, like a phantom limb. she would have had an answer for him from just a name and the right framing of all the vague details he could offer. ]


Look, I have to ask, should I be worried about how eager you are to interrogate someone? We're not going to have to play good cop/bad cop, are we? Because my good cop credentials got revoked when I left the force.

[ got himself kicked off the force and everyone knows it, but whatever. ]
eyedrop: (yoυ're αɴ αɴιмαl ιɴ тнαт ѕтαтe)

[personal profile] eyedrop 2017-10-28 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ UNDOUBTEDLY SO BUT HE NEVER MADE IT BACK TO THE SCHOOL ... ]

Yeah.

[ He scratches at his cheek, frowning. Ever since he came to in this place, he's felt it like a chorus. Thrumming in the back of his mind, rising and falling in pitch as he moved from area to area. With Bakugo, the connection seems to have narrowed, focused in. Other voices whisper still, indistinct, but it's Bakugo's fiery temperament that keeps crashing against him now, like waves against a rock. ]

It's gonna take some getting used to.

[ He sounds as calmly monotone as ever, and in truth--with Bakugo, at least--it's mostly just an inconvenience so far. He has a pretty good grasp of Bakugo's mindset as it stands, and having an actual psychic link to the kid pretty much just keeps confirming stuff he already knew.

But when it comes to other people, to strangers? Well, he'll deal with it when he gets there. ]


As for the people who brought us here, I expect they did a little analysis before pulling us in. It was calculated, but ...

[ He sighs. ]

The urgency felt real.

[ A LOGICAL RUSE, perhaps. ]
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[personal profile] incinerates 2017-10-30 04:18 am (UTC)(link)

Yeah, well. I'm not eager to go dumpster diving so soon.

[ Bakugo you can't all other people's brains TRASH.............

perhaps the only reason that he's so calm right now, and hasn't ( yet ) gone nuclear on his surroundings, is because his teacher's got a calmer brainspace than him. it's distracting enough to keep Bakugo on the straight and narrow. that, and Aizawa has never been patronizing towards him, or done anything much more than challenge him -- and be a freakin' badass. there's respect, humming around in that connection. not enough to curb his tongue or his attitude

but enough that keeps him steady on. ]


When I get my hands on that creep who lured me in... an' that big stupid monster, too -- !!

[ the rest is left up to imagination ]

Oi, teach'. [ he's caught for a moment, peering through the monster-truck bumper cars, sighting something in the distance ] I think I see the way to the next room.

[ pointing.......... it's just over the nasty looking obstacle course of death and evisceration ( coool )

you know, nothing new for Heroes ]

berserking: (vv)

sorry for the delay ;;

[personal profile] berserking 2017-10-31 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Everything between them is so strained and Keith withdraws further, putting a step of space between them once the hug ends. The sound of his name on Shiro's lips almost seems like a reprimand. Be a leader, but how can he when he failed so completely. How does he reconcile when he couldn't do the one thing Shiro asked of him.

He doesn't look up, instead turning to gaze into some middle ground. His body is starting to slow down, devour his energy in huge gulps, leaving him with little in the way of defenses or emotional energy.
]

Not this. [Keith blurts out before he can stop himself. His exhaustion weighs down every bone in his body, fills his head with fog as adrenaline leaks from his system. He hates that he's already breaking, that he can't seem to keep a lid one thing. His death was necessary. In the grand scheme of the universe, he was never more than a fleck of dust.]
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[personal profile] incinerates 2017-10-31 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ heroes aren't taught police procedure. they're brought up as engines with a two-fold goal: fight villains, save people. crimes that require investigation, mysteries that need to be unfolded or puzzles that need to be solved go to the rank-and-file of the mundane world. the fact that right now, Juno is forcing him to do legwork that he doesn't see the point of, that he wasn't raised to understand rankles at him. like a little sharp thing, digging up into his ribs -- telling him: look how much smarter he is, look at how well-prepared he is, he has the upper hand here.

for a boy like Bakugo, it's a slow, ugly chokehold. ]
Who the fuck do you think I am.

[ he stops in the doorway, heedless of how sarcastically the lady is holding the door for him; glances back, over his shoulder. his mind is a simmering thing, ready to boil over at the slightest provocation and his resentment of Juno Steel is a vibrant, raw creature unto itself. there's a root to it, somewhere in the depths of his mental chaos. some internalized reason he can handle Juno when he's angry, but not when he's condescending. or when Bakugo perceives him as being condescending, to be fair. which. is how he views most people. ]

My job's to save people and stop bad guys and I haven't forgotten that, just 'cause I got you living in the back of my brain with your baggage. I know what I'm doing -- I'm not a cop, I'm a Hero. [ lbh you should always be worried about Bakugo, but he's just radiating a non-verbal dare: question him again on his intentions, pal ]

He'll talk. No need to play games like children.

[ he's a little too close for comfort, maybe, when he lifts a clenched fist - unfurling his fingers to display several small bursts of flame and force. ]

-- you didn't have to ask. [ out the door, into the hall. he barely looks back, slouching further and further from Juno as he makes for the door instead of facing him down. the ( thrum; hiss; static bright ) sensation of a dull ache, somewhere centered around his heart drifting back towards his ( stupid; stupid; stupid ) mission partner. ]
iuno: (that you're the tough kind)

[personal profile] iuno 2017-11-01 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ he doesn't know what to do with Bakugo. he does everything he can to avoid reflecting on himself as a child, and making a real effort to understand someone this close to who he was would be too much alike. instead, they just have this: discontent and banked violence vibrating down the line between them, the connection they can't get rid of reacting to them like two magnets of the same pole.

so he ignores that resentment (swallows it, internalises it) and the threats and the things he knows exist at the heart of Bakugo that he doesn't want to see. he's the adult here and the actual detective. which won't do much to soften the condescending edge of his attitude. ]


Yeah, I did. [ he slams the door behind him and follows Bakugo at a brisk pace, pretending not to notice any of the feelings that reach him. ] Whether we like it or not, we're working together on this, so I need to know what you're thinking. [ he pauses; realises how that sounds, given their situation. ] Not the— not through the Nest. I mean just, out loud.

[ the line between interrogation and torture is one that moves for different people, and it's easier to cross for some than others. it's not a matter of thinking badly of Bakugo, it's— Juno does things his way. even when he's improvising, it works because the pressure is all on him and anything that might be a variable is just part of the obstacles he has to get around. having to account for someone else disrupts that. he's not good at considering others. ]

Don't take it personally. You're not the first partner I haven't trusted.

[ Nureyev could definitely vouch for how much worse Juno can be on a case as a partner — and with that thought comes the telltale emotional spike from Juno, the sharp burst of guilt and love and longing that everyone in the Nest is getting fairly familiar with and tired of. sometimes accompanied by Hadrian Black, his face, his voice, the heartbeat click of his heels. Juno's presence in the link is usually a deep dark pit, so his thoughts about Nureyev stand out like a signal flare. ]
whereabout: if i'm dead when you get home, yes, they are poisoned. (drinking a bawls.)

joshua bright | legend of heroes: trails in the sky

[personal profile] whereabout 2017-11-02 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
i. the melted world: exploradora time
[ From the moment they touch down on the melted world, something about it doesn't sit well with Joshua. The landing itself was completely uneventful, the mission is (supposed to be, at least) a fairly low-risk one, and the idea of walking across an endless mirror, while odd, has its advantages, if he considers it. It's never been so easy to catch a subtle movement or a change in the atmosphere. Something as inconsequential as a minor shift in the light is that much easier to catch, when it plays across the ground beneath his feet.

(And as Loewe told him so many times, nothing is inconsequential, and to dismiss anything as such is to invite it to throw a wrench into your plans.)

It's the silence, he finally decides. The same kind of silence that engulfed Hamel, when he last returned - a silence that shouldn't be, but is, a silence that's only that much worse if one considers how many things they ought to be able to hear instead.

He's trying not to think about that too hard.

The mission is the kind that's so simple it loops around to become tricky again. Investigate. Find anything here that's worth knowing about, anything that deviates from the norm. And while there's nothing glaringly obvious to point to, that hardly means there's nothing to be found.

Nothing is inconsequential. The way the light falls, the echo of their footsteps, the breeze that -

- the breeze. ]


Do you feel that?


ii. pentara prime: let's rob a bank!
[ Complacency breeds carelessness, and it's on full display on Pentara Prime. Joshua can notice it as he makes his way through the city, pod to pod and road to road. There's little of the guarded, paranoid buzz he's found in so many cities before, nobody with the closed-off, quick stride that says they're watching over their shoulder lest they be mugged (or worse). The city breathes in a lazy kind of pace that puts him more in mind of Rolent - the pace of a people that are comfortable with what they have and have faith that none of it is going anywhere.

There's a pang of regret, somewhere in the back of his mind, that they're going to shatter it, but he forces that aside. The best thing he can do is to make sure it's as quick, clean, and and precise as possible. None of the natives need to be hurt, as long as the situation stays in hand.

The bank is at the edge of a small cluster of buildings, none more than two stories in height, flanked by gardens with more kinds of flowers than he ever knew existed...and nearly no trees. It's not a conducive place to sneaking around, even as careless as the citizens are.

Unfortunate, since sneaking around is what he's best at. ]


( I don't know what it looks like on your end, but I'm feeling kind of exposed out here. )


iii. wildcard!
( Seriously, do whatever, I'll roll with it. )
Edited 2017-11-02 06:23 (UTC)
redheadcarrier: (What?)

[personal profile] redheadcarrier 2017-11-02 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There is something both foreboding and familiar about the blackened, glass-like landscape that surrounds them. In a way, it reminds her of the red sea and the empty beach she woke up on long ago. Not that she tries to remember that time very often or with much fondness. Still, her mind can't help but make the comparison. They're here to find... something. She's not sure what, but that's usually the case. Whatever it is, she hopes they find it and leave. She'd rather not spend longer on this dead world than she absolutely has to.

They've been walking in silence. She doesn't see a need to make conversation. And then-
]

Feel what...?

[ She glances at him, good eye sparking. ]
whereabout: is that i maced my shadow. (all i remember about walking back home)

[personal profile] whereabout 2017-11-02 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Not making conversation, in all honesty, is perfectly agreeable to Joshua, despite how much he doesn't like the silence here. It makes it easier to focus on what he's looking for.

(Which is a very wide category that can encompass a whole lot of things, so the more attention he can give it, the better.) ]


The wind.

[ He's not a scientist, but he has some of the basics - the ones most useful to him, anyway. When the surface is all flat, and all the same thing, stretching out in every direction as far as the eye can see... ]

It's differences that usually cause that, right? Different temperatures, different surfaces.
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[personal profile] redheadcarrier 2017-11-02 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
The wind...?

[ Asuka's eyebrows shoot straight up and she cocks her head to try and listen. It's a bit eerie, sure, but this whole planet is kind of creepy. She frowns, brow furrowed and then she hakes her head. ]

High pressure to low pressure. But what causes air pressure changes like that...

[ She shrugs. ]

It could be anything. Does it matter?

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