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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







somnifacient: (31)

slams in here with II.....tho wildcard space cup noodles was tempting too

[personal profile] somnifacient 2017-04-05 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yeah, royalty. Jeez.

Noctis presses his back against the large column, gritting his teeth against all the chaos, still feeling the residual heat of what he believes was probably something akin to a laser beam blasting past. Figures that a scouting mission would have escalated into a literal explosion, but he can't say he's surprised. The tension had been thick ever since they entered, to the point where Noct felt needlessly tense even before everything turned pear-shaped. And now, it appeared that the proverbial rubber band had snapped, and here he is, pinned against a column with Gladio beside him.]


Been in worse situations.

[The reply is wry but nonetheless true. Still, Noctis reaches up to remove his ridiculous masquerade mask he had been wearing — gold and ostentatious, decorated to the brim with delicate filigree. It had been obscuring his perisperhal vision and poking into his cheekbones, so he’s glad to be rid of it, tossing it to the ground without much care.

He’s bold enough to peek around their cover, only briefly, but long enough to catch a glance at the surrounding chaos. There are already a fair amount of alien bodies crumpled to the ground, rancid blood pooling around them. An exchange of fire takes place farther back, though a stray laser hits the column rather close to Noct’s face, which prompts him to shrink back to safety rather quickly.

He opens his mouth to say something, but stops when he catches glance of Gladio grabbing hold of a table leg.]


Gonna knock them out with a table? [Table leg, Noct. Table leg.

He extends an arm, calling forth with his magic a hulking greatsword that he had acquired from a previous mission. (By now he has a small collection going, tucked away with his magic; he figures it can't hurt, and in situations like this, he's proven right.) It appears in its usual fanfare of crystalline blue light, a sight that should obviously be rather mundane to Gladio.]


How about an upgrade? [He offers the weapon to him.]

everyone wants space cup noodles

[personal profile] lilies 2017-04-05 03:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it 100% applies to you too.

gladio gives a tip of his head from side to side. Hearing the sound of something hot whizzing past them, he can think of a few things that definitely make the fussing of diplomats with laser guns seem paltry in retrospect. the amount of laser guns isn't all that great, however. not to mention the lack of cover from here to the door leading outside. ]


A table leg that'll probably split a skull or two open, yeah--

[ it's the sound that gets gladio to drop the table leg, not the sight of it. he knows on pure instinct what it means, the breaking of something into existence, it's weight manifesting out of thin air. he hadn't been able to take a weapon in, which had left him feeling antsy. He's more used to a starched uniform than clothing that's too soft, too flimsy. gladio trades the makeshift bludgeon for the sword, feeling the foreign heft in his palm acclimate almost immediately.

that's much better than a table leg. ]


But I mean, it's a good thing I grabbed the right person because now we won't have to test that theory out.

[ all done in good timing too considering one of the taller figures comes upon them, looking to clear the room with a pretty nasty-looking rifle. it's instinct to lift the flat of the sword up and catch the trajectory of the laser in a heartbeat, the metal ringing back with a bright, metallic tone. ]
redheadcarrier: (blue eyes)

[personal profile] redheadcarrier 2017-04-05 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Why not?

[ OK, despite her tough-girl persona, Asuka's still a little nervous as the light gets dimmer. She flicks her flashlight on, the beam sweeping through the gloom as she tries to get a better idea of where they're going. A half-open hatchway looms ahead on the right hand side of the hallway and Asuka edges toward it. ]

Adults do a lot of stupid things.
somnifacient: (11)

gladio only you want space cup noodles

[personal profile] somnifacient 2017-04-05 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[r u d e? he was never a pain in your ass, gladio

Noctis wants to say something in reply, something reminiscent to their usual banter on Eos, hunting monsters and the like (what a lifetime ago that seemed), something like, "What would you do without me?" But he barely gets the chance to do more than summon his own blade from thin air — fingers gripping tight at the hilt of the Sword of the Father — when the tall alien approaches them, rifle in hand. The laser it fires burns hot through the air itself, slamming and screeching onto the flat side of Gladio’s sword, ricocheting off to put a hole in the ceiling above them. Dust and small chunks of debris breaks off and lands on Noctis’ shoulder, dirtying the inane outfit he had been forced to wear. Too loose for his tastes, too flowing, too pastel and shimmering in its colors.

Now’s not the time to worry about fashion, however. Noctis warps forward, striking the alien with a large horizontal swipe across its chest, the force of impact even more staggering given the short distance between them. It cries out unintelligibly, careening backwards, the large gash across its body staining its own clothing with blood.

The trail of Noct’s magic lingers behind him, slowly fading into nothing.]


How about we get the hell out of here? [He practically has to yell it over all the commotion.]
viperfire: (Default)

[personal profile] viperfire 2017-04-05 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Nasu seems like a calm, chill sort of girl. Her voice is quiet, she's short and slight, and her appearance and manner gives off the sense that she's not all that physically vigorous. Nothing to see here... except she's some sort of squad captain? She misses her friends. ]

THE RESCUE
Nasu walked out of the way of the main flow of traffic, along side streets and high walkways, surfacing every now and then to peek out at the immense constructions that made up the city center. It might have reminded her of Tokyo... if its inhabitants weren't so uniformly alien to her.

Still, the little squares were filled with lush plantlife, and there were countless sights and scents to take in. She had stopped to inquire about a spray of flowers when the explosion went off. As she watched, one of those many-floored, sleek building fronts sheared off of its main body and came down in an almost completely vertical fashion. The insides were laid open in cross-section, all in the midst of screams and incoherent shouts and instructions.

"Trigger on." Her words were drowned in the hubbub, and few noticed the brief interval in which her clothes changed to what looked like something between a uniform and a white jumpsuit. She was running toward the site of the explosion at once.

IT'S A RACE AGAINST TIME
As the ship's engines stuttered to a stop, its passengers were left to gather abovedecks if they wanted, to take a little gander at their destination: a craggy island, ringed with marsh plants and jagged edges of rock. An inhospitable landing point indeed -- or it would have been, if the plan had been to land there. Nasu, for one, wasn't about to miss the opportunity to get the first look at the mission objective.

"I think I read a book about this once," she mused, half to herself. "An ingenious but troubled man, paranoid and hunted, constructs an underwater prison to hide his treasure in. After he dies, no one knows exactly how to retrieve it -- only that it's filled with deadly traps."

CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE
8')
Edited 2017-04-05 22:07 (UTC)

listen here you tasteless little shit

[personal profile] lilies 2017-04-05 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ never ever never u were a perfect angel he totally forgot.

gladio pulls out of the noctis' path immediately, watching the path that trails behind him as he cuts forward in a blur of light, knocking the alien down with a swift slash along its chest. he pulls his own sword down and examines the fray leading outwards, looking for a direct path towards the entry way. they're still some ways off, unfortunately, but they've encountered more impossible objectives. ]


Sounds good--not really a party I want to stick around to see the end of!

[ he banks his sword a bit to the side to take an on-coming assault that whips in from the left, using the blade to push away and then cut down the attacker (much better than a table leg, thanks.)

cleaving a path forward isn't easy in the din, but the wide swing of his blade is as good a start as any as he glances over his shoulder with a slight grin. it's not home, not anywhere close, and noctis is a damnable decade older now in all kinds of ways, but it still feels the same, it still feels at least a little bit right fighting alongside him, and that much makes him swell a bit with determination to cut down again with a quick, professional swing to finish the job quickly. ]
somnifacient: (28)

don't talk to ur king that way

[personal profile] somnifacient 2017-04-05 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[good i'm glad that we're both on the same page

Noctis had always been able to rely on Gladio as the bulldozer of the group, and nothing’s changed regarding that. Where his blade swings, no one can hope to remain standing — there’s a comfort in that reliability, in that one constant that he’s used to, even out here in the far reaches of space, so far departed from their world. Even in the chaos of laser fire, as he swipes his own sword to cut a rifle away from yet another attacker, Noctis mentally leans into this harmony, letting it grant him focus on the battlefield.

Which makes the transition from spoken word to mental communication all the more natural, even if he does it without really thinking.]


(You look dumb wearing that thing without any sleeves, you know.)

[Ten years later, and the 20 year-old Noctis still shines through on more than one occasion. Even as they cleave through more aliens, even as the king phases through a laser that would have met its mark otherwise. It's not like Noctis looks any less ridiculous in his own attire.]
viperfire: (q)

Wake Up

[personal profile] viperfire 2017-04-06 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
Are you all right?

[ Boy, Nasu was looking as cool as a cucumber here as she approached, hand outstretched to offer Asuka help up. Granted, a more accurate description might be 'breaking out in a cold sweat' at this point, in these strange surroundings. ]

Erm... Guten abend.

[ That was about all the German she knew. ]

pls

[personal profile] lilies 2017-04-06 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ the same page of fiction.

gladio feels the softest touch of a voice and it will never not be weird, he's fairly sure. since his arrival, it's been strange and unnerving for anyone to reach out in that way, something that doesn't belong (but belongs all the same). he heaves his sword up with a breath and at once he can feel his body settling into a rhythm that seems perfect, muscles glancing off muscles as he and noctis trade off blows to carve a path for themselves. it's one of blood and metal and heat and gladio feels the singe of something graze his arm, but lets it fuel him all the more.

the moment he returns the mental tap is when he realizes how strangely natural it feels. ]


( Don't they say if you've got it flaunt it or something? )

[ there's the faintest curl of a smile mentally, the barest flash of teeth even when gladio's own are grit fast to the point of an aching jaw. gladio watches as noctis moves for a split second in and out of space, one moment here, the next there with a blink. he barely has to think about his own motions, moving in time with noctis' quickly-paced attacks and covering his back ceaselessly. they leave in their wake a trail of fallen, some unconscious, some down far beyond the count.

the adrenaline rushes with a fury that gladio knows at the peak of a fight, dangerous but thrilling all the same and while getting cocky's unwise, there's a satisfaction that runs the thread between them, the feeling of being unstoppable. as he watches noctis cut down another enemy alongside him, swiftly and without a single moment's hesitation, every phase perfect, not a movement wasted, precise, and there's a warm beat of something proud there.

he brings his sword down to his side in the lull, wiping blood from his cheek off onto the back of his hand. ]


( Besides. Better dumb than dead. You take a look in the mirror lately, your highness? Not exactly the paragon of fashion yourself. )
redheadcarrier: (Even more yelling.)

[personal profile] redheadcarrier 2017-04-06 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ Asuka's brow furrows as she glances up, good eye narrowing at Nasu as she approaches. That's a terrible accent. She swats at the offered hand and starts to clamber back to her feet, blowing out a frustrated breath. ]

I'm fine!

[ Once she's back on her feet, she feels a touch more stable. ]

Don't touch me. Where the Hell are we?
somnifacient: (22)

:')

[personal profile] somnifacient 2017-04-06 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
[It's easy enough to slide back into a familiar rhythm, and perhaps their shared mental link only aids in this further. Still, it it's almost comical how easily the two of them in tandem sweep through any who might stand in their way. He trusts Gladio to have his back, as always; they're nothing short of a well-oiled machine, with Noctis feeding off of the borrowed adrenaline spike, the razor-sharp focus of fury. Funny how it wasn't until they both had a symbiote in their heads did Noctis ever feel that brand of convergence, the raw instinct that he knows doesn't belong to him, that he siphons off of Gladio in times such as these -- on the "battlefield", in all its forms.]

(You're just jealous.)

[Still doesn't mean that he can't quip back with the same amount of ease.

The lull is still welcome, however, (being so detached from the Crystal strains his magic more than it should, more than it would usually, he can already feel it in his bones) and thankfully they've already drawn relatively close to the entrance. Noct feels a sting of a cut across his own cheek, but it must be nothing more than shared sensations, because when he brings his own hand up to feel at it, there's no telltale sensation of warm blood there to meet him.]
viperfire: (huh?)

[personal profile] viperfire 2017-04-06 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ Nasu took a step or two back, eyebrows slightly raised. She'd encountered all kinds of character back in Border, so maybe this girl was more of a Kageura type? aka highly irritable, give them their space? ]

I'm not exactly sure. Perhaps this is where they keep prisoners?

[personal profile] lilies 2017-04-06 12:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he can see the slope of noctis' shoulders from the work they've done, but even more so, he can feel the tautly-drawn hum of exertion beginning just faintly, overlapped with his own humming muscles, at attention to see the task through. he takes up the rear as they make their way towards the door, sword low but prepared to reach out again if need be. ]

( You're still scrawny. I'm not jealous of someone who has twigs for arms. )

[ everyone is scrawny compared to gladio. that's just a fact of life. and he isn't about to stop teasing noctis for it even now. truth be told, with all the swordwork noctis does, he most definitely doesn't have sticks for arms, but it's all a matter of perspective and he could always use a little more work.

he casts as look behind them, making certain that no one is at their back aiming to try something else. ]


( Even if they are slightly bigger twigs than before. )
Edited 2017-04-06 12:12 (UTC)
somnifacient: (18)

[personal profile] somnifacient 2017-04-06 01:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Everyone is scrawny compared to Gladio, but Noct isn't going to give him the satisfaction of "saying" that much to him. (Even if it is nothing short of a universal truth.) Instead, he huffs out something that sounds like a half-scoff, as if amused that he's pretty sure they've had a similar conversation before.

A turn of the heel, to both look at his companion and to check that no one's decided to follow them out. For now, at least, it seems as if they're in the clear. He pushes down a feeling of relief, not eager to indulge in it too early.]


(They're not twigs.)

[A great comeback, Noct!

With the words come the dissolving of his sword in shattered blue light, and he next comment is actually spoken. He straightens his shoulders, defying the strain of using his magic in such a manner, though he can't hide it completely through their link. He can put on a brave face, at the very least, coupled with a wry response.]


Give a guy a break. I was asleep for ten years, remember?
namens: (to you in return)

I

[personal profile] namens 2017-04-06 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ This headache is bearable, all things considered. When one has had a bullet shot through one's skull and made it out alive from a brain surgery, migraines lose their significance. It doesn't bother him. The pain is there, still, easy to read on his mind, but it isn't mulled upon or even acknowledged.

Amid all the noise of other people's thoughts and emotions, Johan's mind is unusually still. He isn't absent, necessarily, he is nothing but human, after all. But where other people broadcast their inner feelings to be known, his absorb and consume, a black hole in the middle of it all, creating the kind of sound that is so deafening that one's ears may mistake it for silence. Even in the fringes of it, there is fear disembodied from the person.

Compared to his mind, he is outwardly so small and unassuming. A blond, blue-eyed man in a sharp taupe suit, the epitome of Aryan beauty, wearing a smile so serene when he peers up at Gladio's pod. ]


Do you need help?
namens: (worth fighting for)

WAKE UP. this is terrible and i'm not sorry

[personal profile] namens 2017-04-06 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Johan heard her almost-scream in his head, isn't that strange? As if it was himself or someone living within his mind trembling over a nightmare that even he can taste as being too crisp-clear at the edges to come from one's imagination. The images elude him, but the sentiment is there. Fear. A familiar and most welcome of companions.

He can be patient, waiting below her pod for when she decides to come down, body and mind both quiet, fundamentally passive. Where others broadcast their thoughts, he is turned so deeply inward that his surface serves as an unforgiving mirror to others, with himself buried within, fragmented and left undefined. Befitting the image of a proper gentleman he wears, a dark tie and pressed brown suit with blond hair neatly trimmed, he kneels on one knee and offers her a hand with a smile so cherubic. He even speaks German, perfectly poised: ]


Are you hurt?
redheadcarrier: (Harumph.)

never apologize

[personal profile] redheadcarrier 2017-04-06 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Asuka hadn't noticed him. She'd been too busy trying to get out of the pod. It helps that he's so still. Even her mind has a hard time picking up on him. She looks up at Johan through a curtain of her hair and feels oddly shabby in her plugsuit and bandages. Her lips harden into a thin line. He speaks German. She's been speaking in Japanese for so long that it takes her a moment to get her mental legs back under her. There's something uneasy about him that leaves her feeling strange. He's just... calm. Weird. ]

I'm fine!

[ She waves his hand off and starts pulling herself to her feet. ]

I just... It's nothing.

[ The truth is she still feels a bit wobbly, but she's not about to admit that. ]
redheadcarrier: (Persona 3 yell)

[personal profile] redheadcarrier 2017-04-06 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That sounds like Asuka, honestly. Do not approach, do not help. Warning: she bites. ]

Prisoners? He said they wanted to help me-!

[ She grits her teeth, frustration and the flash of memory leaking out of her. The beach, the red sea, a tall, dark-skinned man offering her asistance, the sensation of fear and some sort of threat- ]

Did you just wake up?
viperfire: (mm...)

[personal profile] viperfire 2017-04-06 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
'He'?

[ Hmm... come to think of it, Nasu remembered someone, too. Someone she was calling out to, requesting aid... she rubbed at her temple, to no real avail. Her head hurt. ]

I did. Wake up, that is. There was a tube attached to me, like an umbilical cord, but --

[ She touched her fingers to the back of her head, feeling instinctively towards the spot where the tube had been attached under the fall of her hair. Blech. ]

...It must be some kind of Neighbor technology. I'm not sure how long I was unconscious.

[personal profile] lilies 2017-04-06 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ten years.

everything in gladio's body tightens fast like a fist from gut to heart in a lightning strike of a sensation. ]


For you.

[ his mouth forms a thin line as he flanks him now, herding the both of them off to the side to make as though their bedraggled state is totally normal upon exiting the room. torn fabric and a few blood stains and some wayward laser burns. yeah. normal. don't mind them. they're somewhat out of the woods, at least for now. ]

Last time I saw you, at least back home, you've barely been gone a few months.

[ ten years. they'd barely scratched the surface of that time. there are only so many hours you can busy yourself enough to forget at least a little bit. but he looks at noctis--ten years of sleep to wake up to the world changed around you. no doubt he knows that everything's gone to shit. how jarring that is. gladio wonders, for a beat, just how bad it gets, how dark it becomes. ]
somnifacient: (20)

[personal profile] somnifacient 2017-04-06 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[He feels that sensation upon dropping this revelation, the tension that Gladio experiences, the cloud of something heavy above them now. Mentally, he curses to himself. Insert foot in mouth. The Shield of the King had a right to know, of course, but perhaps a more delicate touch would have been beneficial in a situation like this.

Not exactly Noctis’ forte.

His face twists into a frown, brow clearly furrowing.]


That…

[Words, they’re gone. He sets his jaw, walking a few steps alongside Gladio, searching for the right ones. Trying to withdraw the images that roll forth like an ugly wave, of a world drenched in dark. Of daemons dotting the landscape as far as the eye can see. Of the Citadel, crumbling and empty — with the exception of one man, seated on the throne, radiating spite down at him.

He flexes a hand, the one adorned with the Ring, which feels hollow ever since his arrival here.]


You’ll have to wait a little longer for me. Sorry about that.

[To say it was jarring was an understatement (he remembers being met with tonberries of all things, shortly after waking), but he had pushed forward with an acute sort of stubbornness that didn’t allow him to linger on it. After being brought to the station, perhaps he didn’t have that luxury anymore.]

You’ll manage, though. If that’s any consolation. [It probably isn’t.]
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redheadcarrier: (Shinji is an idiot.)

[personal profile] redheadcarrier 2017-04-06 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, right. That thing.

[ Ugh. She remembers the tube, but that wasn't the creepiest part. She's used to being hooked up to strange machines, after all. It's what she's been doing for the last few years of her life. ]

Wait, what's "Neighbor" technology? What does that even mean?

[ She doesn't know how long she was out, either. Long enough to get here. Where ever "here" is. ]

How long have you been awake?
viperfire: (?)

[personal profile] viperfire 2017-04-06 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Technology that isn't from our world. I guess you could call it alien technology, too... but that makes it sound like science fiction.

[ Always assuming that Asuka's understanding of 'our world' was the same as hers, of course. She dropped her hand, as if suddenly realizing that maybe she didn't particularly want to recall the full memory of the attachment. ]

It couldn't be more than a couple minutes. When I took the tube out, the pain was awful -- but I'm pretty sure I didn't black out. And you're the first person I've run into.
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redheadcarrier: (Going to cut a bitch.)

[personal profile] redheadcarrier 2017-04-06 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Great. Second time I've woken up with no one for company.

[ Although the last time she'd ended up getting strangled. A part of her almost (almost) wishes that she hadn't done anything. That she'd just let Ikari finish it (and there's a flicker of memory, of the feeling of hands around her throat, squeezing). Then a part of her revolts, sickened at the idea of simply giving in. Especially to him.

She leans heavily against her pod, eyes narrowed in a glare.
]

You'd think they'd at least roll out the red carpet. What's the point of this?

[ Her eyes flicker over to Nasu. ]

What's the last thing you remember before coming here? [ Instrumentality? ]
viperfire: (what?)

[personal profile] viperfire 2017-04-06 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
To keep us alive until there's a use for us?

[ How optimistic! Honestly, getting on an away team hadn't been a major factor in Nasu's decision to join her organization, and so what she knew of the Neighbors and their practices was limited to what she'd heard from the other agents. ]

I was trying to contact headquarters about an attack. I was about to be...

[ Disembodied? Disintegrated? She paused for a moment, trying to pick out the best word she could think of. ]

...dissolved, when I saw a man not far away. I assumed he was another agent, but now I'm not so sure.

What about you?

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