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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







profallsional: (5)

[personal profile] profallsional 2017-04-17 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
Ryder's met aliens, she's met plenty of aliens, she can handle aliens. Fairies are something entirely different. At the very least, though, the woman is successful in her attempt to get Ryder to not eat the fruit, because she's still too busy staring at her in shocked awe. Then, she greets Megan with a graceful cough, and stepping out of the way of all that dust (fairy dust???).

"I had...my omnitool scan it?" She offers sheepishly, already lowering the fruit. But a quick scan doesn't cover everything, it's true, so Ryder tucks the fruit in her pocket instead. Maybe somebody aboard that weird station can give her a more exact idea.

"I guess my inevitable embarrassing death can wait. For now."
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[personal profile] profallsional 2017-04-17 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh--yeah, I can help steady myself?" She hadn't considered the possibility of using her biotics to get out of this mess, but. She's never used her biotics to lift herself any further than a high jump before.

"I mean, I--Did you say you're Commander Shepard?" There's a pause, because who hasn't heard of Commander Shepard, and then: "Didn't you drive a Mako through a Mass Effect gate?" Which is, as far as Ryder is concerned, the important part. "Did your chief engineer have a heart attack, because mine is always having a conniption whenever my Nomad gets stuck at, like, the bottom of a ravine or whatever."
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[personal profile] profallsional 2017-04-17 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
"What, you think the fruit made them disa...pear?"

Ryder, like any mature adult, has to take a moment to snicker to herself at her hilarious joke, before casting a glance around the area, like the vanished residents might feel someone cracking jokes and their expense and rise forth. When no antagonistic anti-joke ghosts appear, Ryder turns back to Aloy, a cheerful smile on her face.

"Sara Ryder. Human pathfinder, for what it's worth here. Which. Isn't much."
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[personal profile] huntsmachines 2017-04-17 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
Aloy groans. That was bad, Sara. She laughs in spite of herself and glances around as Ryder does, almost to double check what exactly she needs to do. She takes a breath. Aloy nods when Sara introduces herself.

"Aloy of the Nora. And a Seeker, for what that's worth here. Not that I expect it's much, either."
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[personal profile] earthborn 2017-04-17 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Kinda trying to focus right now, Ryder," Shepard replies, caught somewhere between annoyance and the growing realization that if Ryder is a fan, there'll be no escaping her. But no-- no, calm down, it isn't going to be like Conrad again. Nobody is as bad as Conrad... right?

God, please let that be right.

Blue and white, dark matter sublimates around Ryder's body, lifting her, with only a little wobble, towards the lip of the pit. Shepard struggles, not with the effort of lifting her, but sweating with the effort of not simply throwing Ryder into near-orbit. Vanguards are powerful biotics, but not known for finesse.

"...That did happen," She says, eventually, as Sara's feet near solid ground, "My uh... Chief Engineer, wasn't in charge of Mako repairs, at the time. That was Garrus' duty. But, he never complained...Turians, y'know? It's that stoic militarism thing-- or maybe he just didn't want to give me a reason to fire him."
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Jesse McCree | Overwatch

[personal profile] deadeyebamf 2017-04-17 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
[[OOC: Jesse is impulsive, hot-headed, and uses humor and his quick wit as a defense mechanism to keep anyone from getting too close, though he tends towards being friendly in most situations. He has a pretty strong moral compass, it just points to his own version of justice.]]

I. Don't Die

[Aliens aside, Jesse has determined that this place wasn't all that much different than what he was up to back home... Well, besides the telepathy and his newfound abilities. He rolled behind a set of crates, patting his pocket with the data chip as he came upright again. Guns fired, but these ones didn't use bullets, unlike his trusty Peacekeeper, instead leaving scorched holes in the wall just past his head.]

"I think our welcome's worn out. We should leave."

[That was all the warning he gave before ducking out around the corner again, taking two shots and missing one. The other dropped its target, and he took the opportunity of confusion among the rest of their adversaries to move forward more. Their shuttle out of here was on the other side of all this bullshit, they just had to make it through without also getting full of holes. Easier said than done, but Jesse'd faced worse odds.]

II. Pentara Prime

[It's almost completely quiet here, or as quiet as he suspected it'd ever get. Jesse is sprawled across a bench in the middle of one of the lush gardens, head on his hands, hat set on his chest, staring up at the sky. It's not Earth, that's for sure, but it reminds him of home in some ways. Well, maybe not home home, but he'd been places with gardens like this.

Central Park in New York, even after all the development and the Omnic Crisis, had managed to stay a little piece of nature in the middle of the huge city. This place reminded him of that. Quiet, in the middle of all kinds of bustle. The activity of the city is certainly nothing to compare to Manhattan proper, but it came close in most of the other ways.]


III. Infiltrate

[Just like one of Reyes' old espionage plans, Jesse found himself all gussied up and mingling with fancy folk. Too fancy for the likes of him, but he could play it just as good as anyone, which was why he was here. He was good at making people like him, of drawing attention, attention away from someone else. And the bonus now was he could give them tips without batting an eye or having to excuse himself to whisper into a comm or some shit like that.

Admittedly, the symbiote had its uses. Sure made covert ops easier, that was for damn sure.]


IV. Space, The Final Frontier

[Jesse had never imagined he'd see the stars from anywhere besides on a big empty expanse of New Mexico desert with the Milky Way spreading across the sky and striking him speechless (which was a feat in and of itself). It was nothing like actually being in space. There weren't many places to stand and stare at the stars, but the ones that there were, he usually found himself stopping for just a few minutes to gawk at it through the window. Who knew anything could be so vast or black or endless...

He placed his metal hand against the glass, leaning into it, not quite pressing his forehead to it, but it was a close thing, eyes wide as he stared up in wonder.]


V. Wildcard

[Your choice or let me know if you have an idea and we can brainstorm]
Edited (Updating option numero 4) 2017-04-17 07:30 (UTC)
pixiestyx: phil noto (76)

[personal profile] pixiestyx 2017-04-18 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
That seems to cheer her up somehow. "Aw, I bet it wouldn't have been that embarrassing!" But that isn't the point, so she moves right along.

"I mean, it's probably fine, but you can't be too careful, yeah? Wouldn't want you to grow an alien in your stomach or something. Us pinks gotta look out for each other!"

She means the hair.
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[personal profile] somnifacient 2017-04-18 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[Noctis doesn't sit, either. Instead, he stands with his arms crossed, knitted brow as Nyx responds. Fingers flexing, playing idly at the material of his sleeves.

The siege of Insomnia. But more importantly-]


Drautos? [The last time he saw Drautos, he had told him to watch over his father as he was leaving the capital. A flippant remark at best, accompanied by an idle wave. Something sinks in the pit of his stomach, and he reaches out briefly to feel Nyx's emotions, as if the answer behind the implication will be there, waiting for him.

It doesn't help. Not really.]


What happened? [He pauses, finding that he can't help but eye the scarring around Nyx's face.] You mentioned the Ring.
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[personal profile] servitor 2017-04-19 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
[It's as if the stare to the scars cause to itch, down to his... neck.

Nyx hadn't realized his scars had spidered down to the nape of his neck, beyond his jaw. If he looks in a mirror, what sort of face would he see?]


It's a long story. You might... you might want to sit for it. I don't know how much the King told you before the siege.

[Had the prince known that it was all a ruse? That the attacks were foreseen, and still King Regis let them happen, just to safeguard his son and the Ring? War was, is a messy business.

Nyx doesn't know if it's his place to tell the story, if at all, but who else was left of the Glaive, besides Libertus? Who else knew of the conspiracy, besides himself, his best friend, and Princess Lunafreya?]


Drautos had been working with the Empire. I don't know for how long but long enough to be behind the siege, at least in part. [And no doubt many other attacks, and failed campaigns, now that he thinks on it.] The Ring nearly didn't make it out of the city. I... used it, for a little while, to buy the princess some time to get out of the city to meet with you. She took the Ring with her, after I made some deals with your ancestors.

[Best to not mention quite yet how that conversation went.]
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jesssseeeee // 1

[personal profile] servitor 2017-04-19 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
No need to tell me twice.

[He throws his kukri far and, possibly stupidly, into the middle of the fray. At this point? He's already faced much worse odds than a variety pack of aliens.

Nyx disappears, reappears instantly dead ass in the middle of enemy territory, much to said enemy's surprise. A clean slice across a throat, and he's gone again, in what seems to be flash broken glass and fire. He briefly reforms again, just to stab two more enemies. Sure, it's probably smarter to get going, but wasn't his last direct order on the battlefield one he conveniently chose to ignore?

Better to thin out the crowd, to be the distraction.

The kukri lands not too far from Jesse, and with it comes Nyx, in a literal blaze as he reforms.]


Get moving, I can hold them off.

[Big Damn Hero, at it again, because he's really not the one who has to make it out anyway.]
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[personal profile] artifica 2017-04-19 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ Caleb was afraid too, at first, afraid to see that she is just like him. Afraid to know that she is anything but. The language of fear comes in the form of the normal and mundane, skewed. There is something skewed about her, off-center, punctuated by her response to his question. ]

I have no cities.

[ A non sequitur.

She gestures with her hand for him to come over, stepping back from the table to show him what she sketched out upon the surface with just the tip of her finger and a layer of dust: the silver fox head made large, with each etching precisely where it should be. ]


Do you feel safer with this here?
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Ayyyy Nyx ; u ; <3

[personal profile] deadeyebamf 2017-04-19 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
[It never gets old, all the tricks up everyone's sleeve. Particularly this one. He may not be able to teleport quite so literally but he's faster than he looks, using the distraction of whirling kukris in the middle of the aliens to make more ground. He flashes a grin in Nyx's direction.]

What, and let you get all the glory? Like hell.

[Jesse's gaze shifts swiftly from Nyx to a big, mean lookin' guy, leveling his sights and taking the shot by reflex. If there was one thing Reyes had taught him, it was no man gets left behind. Not unless there's no other way out, and their options ain't that grim.

Maybe he wasn't quite so good at that all the time, too used to working alone after so many vigilante years beneath his belt, but right now? It counts.

It's a risk, but Deadeye would clear the way ahead of them pretty well.]


Cover me.

[Not quite a question, but a request nonetheless. If nothing else, he knows he can trust the guy; loyal to a fault, just like him. And practically suicidal. Probably why they'd both ended up on this mission together. No one else was fool enough to volunteer.

He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, then opens them, time seeming to slow as he raises the pistol, then pulls the trigger.

Onetwothreefourfivesix bodies drop in the span of a second, leaving an open path between him and Nyx and their way out.]


Move, Ulric!

[Is all the warning he gives before he's taking a leaping roll, back on his feet and pounding down the hallway. He trusts Nyx to be at his side. Doesn't look behind him, the hiss of laser fire pelting past them. Whether it's Deadeye or the fight, adrenaline sings through his veins and Jesse feels unstoppable. Maybe they'll both make it out after all.]

Gonna need a good drink an' a smoke after this'n.
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[personal profile] calhar 2017-04-19 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's met people without cities, of course, but he gets the distinct impression that she means it in a different way. There's nothing about her that reminds him of a peddler or a nomad. For once, his first response to "different" is curiosity, not fear — enough so that he steps forward when she asks, peering across the last few strides between them to get a look at the tabletop.

Mat would recognize the symbol anywhere, obviously. It still takes a moment to click, seeing it larger and out of place. When it does, the curiosity's shut neatly down, the connection stirring with biting wariness as his hackles rise. The reaction doesn't reach his expression; when he speaks, he sounds calmer than he's sounded yet. ]


It's just a trinket. [ Half true. It hasn't done him any good here, but it'd done plenty back home. ] And a bloody useless one, at that.

[ He considers swiping through the image to erase it, then rightly decides that would be childish. Instead Mat shifts his attention to her with a new sort of focus — just shy of suspicion, like she's a puzzle he's trying to work out. He hadn't noticed her staring at the medallion, but it's easy enough to assume she's been studying it to make such a fine copy. ]

Why do you want to know?
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[personal profile] servitor 2017-04-20 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
[There's little time to admire the handiwork that is Jesse's impossible aim. He'd been trained, just like any other Glaive, to use all manner of weapons, but the kukri were his and his alone. One from Galahd, one from Eos.

There's a metaphor in there somewhere, considering he had neither in his hands by the time the sun began to rise over the destruction of the city.

No warping, just pure speed now, as he starts to zip past now dead enemies and right next to his current comrade, one that's just as damned heroic as he is. Whatever it was that gave him renewed strength, he was glad for it. Likely the only thing keeping him alive.

The fissures cutting through his neck and cheek start to itch wildly. Fresh wounds did that, didn't they? He suspects they won't ever really heal. Higher powers gave him those scars. Higher powers weren't really the merciful type.]


I'll get you the drink myself if we can get out in the next five minutes. Grab on.

[He shoves the more delicate, artistic kukri into Jesse's hand. Its older brother remains firmly in a gloved hand.]

Hope you're not the queasy type.

[There's absolutely no apology there as he flings the kukri in an impressively long-range warp.]
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[personal profile] profallsional 2017-04-20 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, hey, we're in similar lines of work, then." Ryder replies cheerfully, reaching up to the tree and pulling down another of the mysterious fruits. "Seeking is another kind of finding, right? I find paths, so," She hands the fruit to Aloy, still smiling. Here you go, she has no idea what it is but now you have one, too.

"What are you seeking, exactly?"
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[personal profile] profallsional 2017-04-20 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
Ryder is no stranger to mass effect fields, and Shepard's is making her pretty damn nervous. As she is pulled up, her hands go up, blueish purple light surrounding them as she exerts her own biotics in trying to steady herself in Shepard's grip, keep herself from hurtling off, or just being flipped end on end, or...whatever. Even after Shepard lets her go, Ryder's biotics are utilized as her feet still refuse to support her body weight, and her butt meets the ground in a much calmer fashion than gravity would otherwise allow.

"Yeah, I've met turians like that. Though the one on my ship was pretty different. Used to be a smuggler. Did you even know turians did smuggling? But she's great, I'd never have been able to get popcorn in Andromeda without her." It's the important stuff, you know? As Ryder speaks, she starts touching her legs gently, poking and prodding to figure out where the majority of the damage seems to be.

"But, um. If you're Commander Shepard, that means..." She pauses, to look up at her. "...You know Liara T'Soni, right? Is she here? Do you think you could introduce us? When I was in the Alliance, I worked with Prothean researchers, and I read a lot of her papers. If I could pick her mind, I'd love to ask about her reasoning behind--"

Pause.

"--Anyway. Is she here?"
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[personal profile] somnifacient 2017-04-20 02:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Noctis doesn't sit immediately. There's a thread of anxiety in him, prevalent now that they're even having this conversation. It keeps his back straight, his shoulders evenly aligned. A nervous energy that makes him want to move, not sit.

But the news of Drautos' betrayal lances through him, cutting away at all of these inclinations. The Captain of the Kingsglaive, a traitor? He hadn't known the man well, but he had trusted him based on his title alone; for a brief moment, Noctis feels foolish, naive.

He sits.]


I... [It's funny, in a way that it isn't at all; it had been so long since the siege that Nyx was talking about. Too much had happened since then. Ten years of darkness separated them. But Noctis still feels the sting of Insomnia's fall as if it were yesterday.

Eyes forward, jaw set, he pushes past the grief for now. There were still questions to ask.]


What do you mean you used the ring? [He lifts his gaze to look at the man once more.]
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[personal profile] servitor 2017-04-21 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Wasn't it obvious? He used it. But instead of going up in purple flames he slowly died from the inside out.

Nyx can't help the sigh he lets out.]


I'd seen what the ring could do. Two people had put it on. Ravus, the princess's brother, had been one of them. But I didn't have anything to lose.

[Besides, haven't you heard? I'm the hero.

Legs shot out, useless on his back, he faced judgment eternal, and so he'll likely pass on as a pain in the ass who was found wanting save for King Regis.]


Something happened while I was there, with all of the old kings and queens. I knew without the ring, the power would be lost. It's all they cared about. [And it still stung, knowing that all the kings and queens of bygone days really only cared about their own lineage continuing, that war was considered petty. Thousands of innocent lives lost, all for the sake of power.] Your father, King Regis, he vouched for me. If I could secure the future of the ring, the power of the Lucii, I could fight with all the magic left in the city. So I did.

[A beat. He'd said as much he wasn't fighting for Insomnia anymore. He was fighting for the future. Maybe he never really fought for Eos. Maybe it was always fighting for the day where brothers and sisters don't have to see each other die and see their homes destroyed utterly.] The ring was the only chance anyone had left to stop the Empire. I had to take the risk. With the Old Wall backing me to fight the daemon they set on the city, I fought to the end. I took down Drautos. But he'd taken already so many of us.

[He shakes his head.]

He didn't understand it was Nifelheim that took everything. [Eos was no paradise found for the refugees, either, but there was real hope and possibility there. He had been given the chance to do something after he was useless.] Him and some others in the Glaive had allied themselves because the Empire had promised them something better.
earthborn: (they multiply as they are seized)

[personal profile] earthborn 2017-04-21 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"...You wanna talk to Liara."

It is entirely possible that Liara's line of work is not actually a relevant topic of conversation here, but then-- is it ever? Is there ever a good situation in which to simply blurt my friend is the Shadow Broker?

No wait, no.

No.

The other line of work. Right. Shepard only hopes that spike of incredulity didn't get too far past her shields.

"Yeah, sorry, no. Liara's not here, so far as I know," Come to think of it, that's probably a good thing. Shepard loved Liara, really, and they had always been friends, but she didn't think she could handle Liara on a statio with this few people, let alone inside her head, "I'm not sure she's really into Prothean archeology these days, anyways. You know she's an information broker now, right?"
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[personal profile] somnifacient 2017-04-24 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Something better? Those words alone are enough to pull Noctis' out of his focus, of him trying to imagine everything that was being explained to him. Ravus, the Ring, his father, Drautos-- all of it, interrupted by everything in him crying foul at the idea of Niflheim making anything better.

He had seen the consequences of an Empire too hungry for power, after all. An open door for others with twisted, underlying motivations to waltz on in, utilizing deception at every turn; Ardyn using the Empire to further his own agenda.

The hands in his lap slowly clench into fists, and Noctis looks at Nyx with an expression beyond serious.]


Everything gets worse better it gets better. [A sliver of bitterness there, but Noct thinks he's allowed to sound at least that much.] The Ring did find its way to me. [That much is obvious, at least. He hesitates, then:] Luna gave her life to make sure of it.
servitor: (watcher)

[personal profile] servitor 2017-04-24 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[Her barely knew her.

Still, it cuts him. The only visible emotion is the briefest of flickers in those blue-gray eyes of his.

More blood. More death. Someone he'd been tasked to rescue only for her to lose her life anyway. Hadn't the King said he'd wished another life for her?]


That ring is fueled by death and blood, your highness. You already know that.

[It's all he can say. He'd been on the front lines for over a decade. He'd seen what the armies became. He saw soldiers twisted, then soldiers replaced by hollow suits.

Then he saw the harnessed daemons, turned far worse than the fiends of the darkness.]


She nearly gave her life while I was with her. She'd rather be dead than stay a captive in the Empire's hands. Better dead than to give them any way to use the ring and the crystal. I'm sorry for your loss.
kabbalah: (1JlsOJN)

Zohar | Original Character

[personal profile] kabbalah 2017-04-28 02:13 am (UTC)(link)

((zohar isn't so much secretive as she is fairly good at omission. she's also not a fan of talking, although she will engage in conversation if approached. rather than picking up things from her, whoever goes peeking through the nest is going to find a whole lot of empty space; she's kind of an emotional null half the time; the other half she's a flurry of emotions, although she's a master of the poker face. Zohar doesn't talk about herself or her past, but whoever's seen her in action will note a militaristic touch to the way she moves and acts. she's not violent, but when she applies violence it's usually brutal and definitive.))



station 72

a. (re)rise and shine, buttercup

[ After what feel like slogging through the densest mist to have ever existed, Zohar comes to. Comes to where, she has no idea.

Memories seep slowly through the white that still remains in her head as she slowly puts the pieces together. She had been aboard the Shekinah when the ship was attacked and while they were in no danger, their position had been compromised, thus making the whole "let us meet with the rest of the Occult Resistance" plan all the more complicated. The rest comes slowly to her as she tries to ignore the searing pain on her forehead. It's familiar enough for her to know it's not physical, which both worries and angers her. Is someone trying to mess with her mind?

Sliding back against whatever structure she just managed to crawl out of, she sits down, eyes closed. Then she goes very, very still. No point on moving while she feels like a stray sock inside a washing machine. She can also get a vague sense of emotions and thoughts, although they're a backdrop to the pain still throbbing in her head. That only manages to anger her more.

Whoever gets close enough is certain to feel that anger, of course. It's equal parts hot and barely restrained and cold yet even deadlier, seeping from her in waves.
]



b. an empty room

[ You can walk for hours before finding another person within the station... provided you're good enough to avoid then, which she is. It's a relief to find somewhere secluded where nobody's thoughts and emotions can reach her anymore. While Zohar has been pretty civil about the whole deal she has also explicitly stated her distaste for the whole symbiote situation, although she has no interest to go into particulars. It's not the first time her mind has been compromised and she hoped that would've been the last.

But there's nothing interesting about a lonely young woman sitting in the middle of a huge empty room, right? Which is why things might take a more interesting turn when someone accidentally enters the room. Perhaps you were talking a stroll, or maybe you got turned around trying to find a bathroom. Or maybe you were even looking for her? Who knows. Whatever the reason, Zohar doesn't seem to notice the new arrival to the room at first, but when she does...
]

Do you need anything.

[ It's more a demand than a question. She's sitting on the floor, cross-legged, looking in the opposite direction of the entrance. Super welcoming, seriously. ]



scum, scum never changes

[ Zohar doesn't only ignores the name of the planet she's currently in, leave alone the city. She also doesn't give a single flying fuck to try and find out. She was all but kicked out of the ship after staying in the same dark corner for the last three missions. So here she is, walking aimlessly while the rest are doing whatever they're supposed to be doing. She didn't ask and they didn't tell her (or the did tell her but she ignored them, most likely). The market she's walking through at the moment reminds her of some places back in her world, specially the poor, oppressed ones. Booths that are no more than sticks and pieces of cloth, merchants that look equal parts untrustworthy and desperate, goods that are either rotten or stolen. It's similar enough to allow her to delude herself for a minute that she's back in her world.

Even the petty thieves are similar, like the pair that put a knife to her back on a seemingly empty street. Zohar is more surprised at how lame their threats are than the fact she's effectively getting mugged. But she's in a relatively good mood today, so she decides to at least try to give them a chance to walk away intact.
]

If you leave now, I won't hurt you.

[ Her words do nothing besides increasing the pressure of the knife against her side, although it's not enough to pierce her skin yet. The thieves don't look all that intimidated, but Zohar doesn't look intimidating per se. Exhausted? Yes. Disheveled? That too. Pale to the point of unhealthiness? Sure. Not the best look to scare someone away. ]

Last warning.

[ Her words seem to be in vain though. Well, she did tell them. ]



extra

[

1. Asume anything
2. Insert prompt
3. Receive awesomeness.

]
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adorabastard: (o: worst smell in existence)

Alistair | Dragon Age

[personal profile] adorabastard 2017-04-28 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
(Picture a large dog that hasn't figured out he won't fit in someone's lap, but insists on trying anyway. Add in that dog being a military/war dog. Now add a slew of loss (he's a rescue), a serious protective drive, and no desire to be the leader of his pack ... which, oops, he is. BOOM. Alistair.)

PENTARA PRIME

[ Things that Alistair shouldn’t do on an unknown world: wander off on his own to look for interesting relics.

[ Things that Alistair has done on this unknown world: wandered off on his own, found an artifact of probable religious importance, and brought it back to share. ]


Have you seen anything like this? [ Wow that sure does look intricate and valuable and probably shouldn’t have been touched. ] And before you ask: no, seeing this one doesn’t count as seeing something like this.

STATION 72

[ After nearly an hour of walking, then jogging, then sprinting down the same corridor, Alistair has finally had enough. ]

Sweet Andraste, WHERE DOES IT END?!

[ Alas, poor, panting Alistair. He doesn’t realize that this particular corridor is just one veeeeeery large circle. ]
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lavelly: (my own privy)

[ears prick up] DURGEN URGE (also station)

[personal profile] lavelly 2017-04-28 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
[At the dulcet, echoey tones of Alistair's voice, Lavellan manages to find his way toward the poor lost little dude. It's okay, he still gets confused around here too. It's windy. No judgment.

He's still unused to seeing Alistair a) alive and b) about ten years younger than he should be. It means he still stumbles a bit awkwardly to speak to him, because how do you casually chat with a guy you remember leaving to die.]


Ah--Alistair. [Do they have the kind of relationship where he can call him Alistair? Stop worrying about it, idiot.] Do you need some help?
adorabastard: (o: huge … tracts of land)

WHOOOOO /o/

[personal profile] adorabastard 2017-04-28 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Ah, the joys of timey-wimey confusion. Lucky Alistair: he's on the past end of things. He doesn't know if he'll even survive the Blight, let alone live long enough to be, y'know, left in the Fade of all places by a certain Inquisitor. Truly, ignorance is bliss.]

Wh ... [still out of breath excuse him] ... where did you ... come from? [He straightens, trying to catch his breath while not looking like he's trying to catch his breath. He's failing at both.]

Right— mage. [He waves a hand, like "mage" answers all his questions.] Yes, please, thank you. I've been ... [caaaasual gasp for air] ... this corridor just keeps going.

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