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Thisavrou Head Mods ([personal profile] savmods) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_ooc2017-03-24 10:49 pm
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tdm 16


test drive meme


Ingress travel can be disorienting, but there’s no need to worry! All side effects are temporary and lessen with each trip. Your body may experience several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You may have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. You notice that the area you are in is filled with a soft cerulean light and feels slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you. Regardless of your current state, however, the stress of initial Ingress travel forces your body into unconsciousness.

Waking up is another story. Or maybe it isn’t.

You find yourself in a nondescript room; sometimes with others who have found themselves in the same situation, sometimes alone. A medical tech is always present to explain what’s happened before giving you some clothes, a TAB, and a guide that discusses things in further detail. This entire process also consists of a complete work-up of medical history and current health in order to obtain your signature—a specific frequency that will allow them to hone in on exactly where it is you’re from in order to get you back there.You spend your first week on the Ingress Complex while other accommodations and arrangements are made for you.

welcome to thisavrou





escoria


⋆ Escoria is classified as Exploration Class (EC), and travel through the Ingress is mostly smooth except for one issue: anyone with powers or abilities will find that the distortion between worlds has temporarily caused problems accessing them. Essentially, it has left all travelers depowered. Another similar issue comes in the form of the location of Escoria’s Ingress—seemingly in the middle of a vast ocean, the Ingress is balanced precariously on a set of buoys connected to a small floating dock. Once on this dock, it is clear there is no getting anywhere without some transportation. Testing the dark waters will find it unbearably cold, though not cold enough to form ice, and far off in the distance, between the mist and ever-constant gray light - where’s the sun? - some might even notice what looks like an island.

⋆ The boat that eventually comes to your rescue isn’t very big, one of a fleet used to transport visitors from the floating Ingress platform. Only a few passengers are allowed on each one--a maximum of six. The boat’s captain is quite insistent that each group remain small, handing out blankets to those who did not come prepared for the chill. It isn’t too much trouble as there are a great many boats and plenty of natives to pilot them. The weather is cool, the skies are dark with rain that might fall, but for now things seem alright. Leaning out on the rail, you might see some shark-like sea creatures breaching the surface to breathe. Of course, you might also see quicksilver figures darting underneath the water from the corner of your eye, which is then followed by a sharp rocking of the boat. Did something nudge the vessel? Maybe you ought to make sure people stay back from the sides in case they fall in...

⋆ Despite the calm appearance of the sky, the worst has happened. A storm hits at just the right time to drive your boat against one of the multitudinous reefs, roughly jarring its passengers, and then, the waves continue to batter the ship against it until it falls to pieces. You get lucky and find a piece of debris to hold onto to keep your head above the water until the storm passes, although it’s some time before even a calm comes. Once it does, you have to deal with the facts: you’re stranded with minimal supplies, all alone except for the other people who were on board with you when the ship went down in the waves. And what’s worse, the water isn’t getting any warmer. What do you do to survive until help, hopefully, arrives? Will you make an attempt to swim to shore or wait for someone to send another boat?

⋆ The few who manage to weather the storm and make it to one of the few islands of Escoria are, indeed, lucky. What lies beneath the surface of those dark waters is much more dangerous and deadly. Distant cousins of Thisavrou’s native Gorgona of Region Four, these nameless creatures are ruthless as they hunt. They slither the shallow surfaces of the reefs spread out across Escoria, waiting for even the slightest ripple of water to alert them to their prey. At first, looking into the water reveals nothing. Then, the closer these things come to the surface, the faster it begins to change and look as if something familiar, something you long for is calling to you. It can be a person, alive or dead, or it could be something intangible like a goal waiting to be fulfilled or an object waiting to be touched. This is how they lure the unsuspecting below the surface, and once they have their claws in you, it’s very difficult to escape. The urge to be with them is impossibly strong regardless of the fact that no one can hold their breath for that long or survive the deep cold of the water for longer than a few minutes.

Your only chance of escape? Someone who might have noticed that you’d suddenly slipped under without a sound. Or, if by chance, you manage to snap off a piece of the coral in the reefs. It changes with the shape of the holder, and that, if you’re lucky, might be the very weapon that saves you.


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keymemory: (⇥ cocky ⇤ ♔ ɴᴏᴡ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴇᴇ)

[personal profile] keymemory 2017-04-01 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Donald's voice came heavy in his mind, telling him to make sure all his focus is on the task he meant to do and channel the power of his heart to push through the strength needed to complete this task, yet––

he was swimming upstream, clearly. Then the demon spoke and if that wasn't as surprising enough it spoke as if he too expected danger! Although, something was up with the demon's face, he was looking as if he couldn't even be bothered to see Sora. Flame-green-firey-freak eyes.

"What? ...." Wasn't it obvious? Didn't the bad guys know they were the bad guys, didn't they know they spewed danger all around them repelling comfort for all those in proximity! What the heck was this freak talking about!?

"Yes! Uh.." Sora glanced at his keyblade and gave it a soft shake before he found, once again, his focus and shot a blizzard spell toward the demon. "Hah!" A mist came around the demon, clouding the view, but it was enough that Sora felt happy for it and thrust his armed hand in the air with a cheer. "Gotchuuuu!!!" He huffed and puffed before he brought his free hand to pat at his chest.

Then the mist dissipated and the demon stood there unmasked by any magic he'd thrown his way. "The ... crap is going on!?" He smacked his keyblade against his open palm as if it were a flashlight needing a good swats before the batteries came back to life.
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[personal profile] demonwinged 2017-04-01 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Illidan was so confused. It didn't sound as if anyone else was around, but the youth was speaking as if there was and continued to make strange sounds and exclamations. Again, Illidan waited and waited. A cold breeze came and went and still nothing.

He cocked his head and closed his eyes, trying harder to focus and listen to what was around him but it was too hard to tell. Illidan let out a huff and crouched down, one clawed hand resting on the platform and his wings flexing briefly before tucking neatly together. There were no obvious vibrations in the platform except for the lapping of waves.

"I do not hear any danger, nor sense it." Except of course the creatures in the water. Maybe that was what the youth was talking about. "Do not go in the water," he warned. "The creatures there, they are dangerous."
keymemory: (⇥ upset ⇤ ♔ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴀᴠᴇ)

[personal profile] keymemory 2017-04-01 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Sora's whacking halted as the monster readjusted and his eyes focused on the wings that drew back behind the creature's back. He could appreciate a few things here, the first one being that this guy(?) was obviously telling the truth: there was no danger here, for him! Everything Sora threw at him bounced off without so much as a tickle! Maybe he was purposely being facetious, patronizing him like this when the demon knew there wasn't a flipping thing Sora could do about it. And secondly, well, Sora didn't know secondly but by golly if he had some more time to think about it he'd have it! Gosh, he really needed his friends right about now. They'd know what to do!

He was fresh out of ideas.

Then, suddenly, a confession(?) came out of the monster's mouth! "Yes! Exactly!" Being that this monster came out of the water. "I know!" He gestured toward the monster. "You.. .. you're ... a dangerous!"
justonetouch: (split second)

[personal profile] justonetouch 2017-04-01 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[She is still trying to process what it is that she is seeing, because what she is seeing isn't making any sense. The Logan that has just appeared, she would swear, is the one she saw last night, although how does that explain the Logan right in front of her?

Her only thought is Mystique, but there's no way the Logan that has been at the mansion is her, because surely the Professor would have picked up on that. And, given the regard that the others supposedly hold for her, Rogue would think that they would to. Yet she's only registering these things as she's pushed back, and she's reeling mentally.

There are differences, of course, yet there they both are, claws out, and even as she does finally register the action that is being taken, she does scream out.]


Stop it!

[Because whatever is going on here, this isn't the way to go about it, and she's scrambling towards them, heedless of any consequences that might come from that action.]
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[personal profile] waspling 2017-04-01 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
He was awfully chipper and friendly for a teenager. Lisbeth couldn't rightly guess at his age but he was no kid. She knew a lot of teens and so many of them were brats and assholes that Sora seemed younger, or maybe more innocent. It was freaking her out just a little bit. But, something about him, had her feeling safe and at ease. It was strange.

"Salander," she offered her last name being as they had only just met and it was the more polite thing. Well, it had been in Sweden and most of Europe anyway, she thought with some cynicism. Who knew what went for polite on the planets of Thisavrou, except the Savrii themselves she supposed.

"Did Waka have a sense of humor too?" she posed next, thinking of how the creature had bounced off her leg for its own giggles. Even now, the thing was trying to roll its way up onto Sora's leg without much success. It certainly was active.



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[personal profile] ingenii 2017-04-02 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
( She'd noticed the fact that a Turian was on the mission. It would have been difficult to miss, and it was even more difficult to miss that there was something familiar about him. Miranda couldn't quite put her finger on it, too distracted by the situation she was currently in, but there was something that she'd read--

There was a sigh, and Miranda pushed herself up again, trying to find something to hold onto to keep better afloat )


I know her. ( She knows her more intimately than most, though perhaps not in a way that most would find endearing ) She likes to pretend that she's not responsible for this, but it's Shepard.

( Though for all the complaint that Miranda has it's just that. She's actually become fond of Shepard, shockingly managing to befriend her. Miranda also knows that this isn't Shepard's fault, but until she knows more about this Turian she's very happy to pretend as such )
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[personal profile] dualclaws 2017-04-02 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ She frowns-- apologizing for dying makes no sense to her. Given everything he'd gone through, he couldn't have held on. No matter how much she wanted him to. ]

But you are here?

[ Which makes no sense, especially not to someone without much of a concept of an afterlife. ]
shadowblends: (❧ angry)

[personal profile] shadowblends 2017-04-02 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
[Silence is not what he was expecting to hear.

Of all the people he knows, aside from Charles, Logan is usually the one with answers. He's always been able to ask questions and get something in return, but this time, it's only snarled words and agitation.

Kurt makes a low, guttural noise of his own, momentarily baring his fangs and throwing his hands into the air.]
Fine. When you decide to stop being such an arschloch, [That's right: an asshole, Logan.] I'm sure you'll be able to figure out the TAB enough to contact me.

[He breathes a slow exhale, trying to soothe his exasperation. Then, after adjusting the strap on his shoulder again, he steps to the left and brushes past the older mutant, muttering unintelligibly.]
squadgoals: (oh my god ashley look at her butt)

WHY DOESN'T ANYONE EVER CALL HER OUT FOR ICE CREAM OR SOMETHING

[personal profile] squadgoals 2017-04-02 11:37 am (UTC)(link)
On my way.

First, I'm going to get us to my apartment. Then, we're going to talk about what happened.

Which, for the record, I had nothing to do with.
ingenii: (ғɪᴠᴇ)

WHY HAVE ICE CREAM WHEN YOU CAN BEER

[personal profile] ingenii 2017-04-02 11:41 am (UTC)(link)
Of course.

( 200% doesn't believe that but okay she'll go along with you )

Is there anything pressing until then?
squadgoals: (more like mass ERECT am I RIGHT)

NOBODY CALLS HER OUT FOR THAT EITHER IT'S ALWAYS OH PLEASE SHOOT THIS DUDE IN THE FACE

[personal profile] squadgoals 2017-04-02 11:57 am (UTC)(link)
None. Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the complimentary hydration fluid.

[A few minutes later, there's a familiar tread of heavy boots, and sure enough, Shepard is leaning around the corner.

She gestures around the arrivals processing corridor with a flourish, giving Miranda a rare smile.]


Welcome to Thisavrou.

[beat;]

Still didn't do it.
ingenii: (sᴇᴠᴇɴ)

YOU DUG YOUR HOLE SHEPARD

[personal profile] ingenii 2017-04-02 12:01 pm (UTC)(link)
( Miranda's still frowning at the 'complimentary hydration fluid' when Shepard bounds in, lowering her device to look at Shepard. Smiling. She couldn't decide whether it was weird or just proof of guilt )

Shepard--

( ... No. She's already done the blame card, she'll touch the other point )

Where is Thisavrou?

( Not on any map she's ever read )
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[personal profile] waspling 2017-04-02 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Now of all times he finally noticed her. It could be purely chance of course, but she didn't think so. Lisbeth was certain he didn't know she'd been snooping through his TAB conversations for a few weeks now, both locked and unlocked. Figuring out the protocols and security measures of the TABs had taken awhile but now, the network was her free domain just as the internet had been back home. She knew as much about Isaac Clarke as anyone could here, she supposed, but Lisbeth had not expected him to suddenly call her out suddenly.

It wasn't purely chance she was here in the hallway with him. They lived nearby to one another and that was why she had taken an interest in him initially. He was in his mid to late forties, by her guess, but he was in good shape physically and seemed friendly and honest. If Lisbeth had to make an educated guess, this night in particular she did not have her hood up for once, and she had also elected to go with a mohawk for her hair style.

Once addressed, she stopped in her tracks and stared for a second, practiced expressionless for the tone she portrayed to the older man. Inside, she was at a total loss for that split second of how to behave now that they were talking face-to-face rather than her reading about him through his private correspondences.

"Hey," she finally answered, giving Isaac Clarke a quick once over.
nimbi: (Diamond dust)

[personal profile] nimbi 2017-04-02 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ After all the time he has spent with her (more than she knows), he really should know better than that. ]

Come with me.

[ It's a little bit softer than a direct order, but not much, and when she starts walking she clearly expects him to follow. ]
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[personal profile] demonwinged 2017-04-02 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"Me?" came the slow, sardonic response like a tiger's hungry purr. Illidan slowly stood up again, finding the great irony in the boy calling him dangerous. Oh, wouldn't Malfurion agree! Illidan did too of course, he knew he was powerful and dangerous, but his goal had never been to harm innocents such as this child. It never had been his intention...

"Maybe, but not to you, not this day," Illidan explained, alleviating the anxiousness of the would-be little soldier hopefully. Once he was fully standing, he finished wringing the blindfold out before he took his time tying it once more around his head to cover his eyes. The glow was still obvious of course, he could never hide the fel magic orbs the demon Sargeras had given him after burning out his eyes.

He turned his head towards the boy again, still unable to see due to this planet sapping all of his powers, but he could hear the breathing nearby. "There are things dwelling in the waters here which will show you dangerous things, boy. Do not heed their call. Be afraid of them, not of me. I have no desire to hurt you."
sketchycharacter: (pic#10162787)

riiiiiight

[personal profile] sketchycharacter 2017-04-02 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Yikes. My future's a legal adult by then. No spoilers, all right? I like to be surprised.

[Not that it's even guaranteed they're from the same world. He takes another drink.]

Guess that makes me retro. Not that any of that matters here.
demonwinged: (Now that you have forgotten me)

Illidan Stormrage | Warcraft

[personal profile] demonwinged 2017-04-03 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
ingress complex

There was magic in these lands, too, which made it easier for him to navigate his way. When there was a lack of it, his own magic emanating outwardly from him was enough to see with unseeing eyes. With giant horns, wings, cloven hooves for feet, and the fact he was eight feet tall, Illidan had no idea if he stood out or not nor did he care. For all he knew, everyone here looked the same as he did, though he doubted it very much. Different types of magic looked and felt different though, and he could even tell individuals by what their particular magical signature looked like.

Illidan sat perched, day after day, in various spots around the bustling Ingress. It would be impossible to learn everyone to a point where he could recognize each individual. When someone had no magic at all in them, it was the way they carried themselves, their smell, the sound of their voice, the way they breathed and rhythm of their heart which he could memorize.

But this place, it was far too busy for that and too many people were coming and going constantly. Illidan was alright with that, in his solitude, lost and confused in a sea of tumultuous magical trails spinning dizzily like a constantly disturbed mist all around him. It helped him to forget people from his home, of people he missed, people he wanted to forget. The Ingress was the perfect distraction.

When someone new approached the spot he was crouched in, high above the streets below where people were hurrying about their business, Illidan turned his head. One clawed hand rested on the cold metal edging of the alcove. Further back, there were pathways and ladders which could bring nearly anyone here but hardly anyone ever came up to these spots. That was why Illidan liked them. "Who are you?" he asked, trying to remember this individual's unique wake in the mist.
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Kristen Kringle l Gotham

[personal profile] misskringle 2017-04-04 07:22 am (UTC)(link)
1. Ingress Complex

Well this is quite the pickle.

[Understatement of the year in this case. Kristen had woken up in a place that was not the GCPD or even her file room in the department. The crash course felt like something from Nygma's movie collection but she had been given a skirt to replace the one that had been somehow torn to bits along with some sort of communication device. After that she decided to go and basically nose around, her kitten heels making graceful clicks along the ground. That also bothered her, she should have been at least banged up from crashing into whatever she had crashed into but she was in one piece. So cue musing under her breath since one person would be having a blast right about now.]

Nygma would be having a total field day. [This as she swirls past a stranger in her path.]

2. Wildcard

Have location, will travel!
squadgoals: (smells like VANCOUVER BURNING)

WELL I'M SORRY FOR BEING SO GOOD WITH GUNS

[personal profile] squadgoals 2017-04-04 01:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[At the question, Shepard inclines her head towards the bench Miranda currently occupies] Glad you're already sitting. You're going to need it for this.

Thisavrou is a binary system — several multiverses away from our own.

[There's a pause as she exhales through her nose, offering a half-shrug.]

Feel free to laugh, because even I know how insane that sounds. But like it or not — it's the truth.
el_paso: (// Open door)

ii

[personal profile] el_paso 2017-04-04 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)
You wanna trust the word of a bunch of strangers, or the words of the strange group that brought you here via a magic space portal?

What do you think?
kahina: (death is coming)

ii.

[personal profile] kahina 2017-04-04 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Do you want it to be true?
kahina: (-come to us in our darkness)

ingress.

[personal profile] kahina 2017-04-04 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
( Her hand reaches out to take hold of his arm, less a reaction to him brushing past her but a feeling. Confusion seems to latch onto confusion here, and Melisandre had a lot of it. This is nothing that she'd seen coming, or even believed that she could see.

Her head tilts up to meet his gaze, fingers pressing a little firmer on his arm. She'd thought a feeling of solidarity might appear, with the shared confusion between them but there's also something else that her feels, and a hollowness to his eyes )


You sense something about this place.

( Or maybe he just sees too much Bad Shit™ )
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[personal profile] oopsiedaisy 2017-04-04 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
The little blood mage had been desperately trying to find the room she was granted for the time being, and somehow wound up... well, very far away from it, she suspected. The voice quickly grabbed her attention, and she whirled around to see the source. Naturally she just gawked at him for a moment, she had never seen anything like him before. It was like if you squished a dragon and a demon together, gave it elf ears, then pulled them really really far back like a rabbits.... the description made sense to her at least.

"Oh hello, I'm lost. well, I'm not lost, wait I am but that's not my name. Can I try this again?" Her voice carried no fear, at least not of him at any rate. She was more concerned with being rude, and clearly distressed at being lost, "Hello, my name is Merrill, and I'm lost. It is nice to meet you!"
el_paso: (// Are you serious)

[personal profile] el_paso 2017-04-04 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He bristles at the contact, but something in her touch roots him to the spot. Her fingers are warm through the shirt they gave him, a bit of bite that unnerves him less than if it were gentle. Gentle touches don't really become him these days.

His gaze drops from her face to her grasping hand, traveling the distance of her arm, her shoulder, her slender throat. ]


Yeah.

[ Logan pulls his arm out of her grasp, his eyes dark, his mouth a grim line. ]

This is fucked up.
demonwinged: (The voice that tempted you away)

[personal profile] demonwinged 2017-04-04 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Illidan waited with increasingly waning patience until finally he got a name, and also a reason for her being here. He couldn't stare exactly, not with the blindfold over his eyes nor the fact there weren't truly eyes beneath it. However, his head was directed towards her face and he studied what he could of the clear, strong magic which came from her. It was an altogether foreign kind of magic which hardly surprised him, given what he'd seen here in the Ingress thus far. It did make him curious, and that long held addiction to magic and power stirred uncomfortably in his gut.

"Is it?" he asked her, his tone of voice neither friendly nor hostile. It had been thousands of years since he'd had someone try and be polite to him and he was, to say the least, rather out of practice of being at all polite himself. Illidan recognized that it was a saying and had little weight to it but the idea of anyone at all finding it nice to meet him was unbelievable. No, he didn't believe her, but he could forgive the white lie for what little harm there was in it.

"I cannot help you find your way," he offered, not expecting a response to his question. Illidan didn't know his way around any more than she did, he'd guess.

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