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thisavrou_ooc2017-03-24 10:49 pm
tdm 16
test drive meme
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
⋆ 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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handsome jack | borderlands
Jesus-- friggin'--
[ so, this is the worst. it's worse than adjusting to pandora's gravity. it's absolute hell, and handsome jack is not having any of it. his body feels like it's been hit and run over by a train about five hundred times, and his head is killing him. literally. he'll probably die.
he groans and rolls over to hold his head, whining like a big giant baby. ]
God, is there a friggin'-- manager or some crap I can talk to, 'cause this-- this is pretty crappy. Jesus.
[ no one will blame you if you just ignore the complaining jackass. but once he finally manages to get a grip on himself, he notices he is very much alive. and when someone informs him of that-- ]
Of course I'm alive, baby! I'm a friggin' hero, and heroes never die!
escoria. after the storm.
[ of course he'd be rarin' to go the moment he got his shit together. handsome jack is a mover. a visionary. there's literally no way he'll sit around on his ass, not when there's a whole new place to discover. there's a distinct lack of bandits, from what he can tell, and--
something catches his eye. a voice. a voice he'd not heard in a while. it's haunting, the way she calls out to him, and every fiber of jack's being is pulled tight, ready to snap. she calls to him, again, desperate-- ]
Angel, baby, I'm right here, I'm not gonna let those goddamn bandits hurt you again!
[ he's at the edge of the water. ]
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[There were a few memories, of course, winding halls that she remembered running down, fleeing from what she thought had been Handsome Jack's voice. Even now, she could have sworn she heard it -- that harsh but strangely enamoring tone that had won over thousands of supporters and workers.]
[Funny, how it got louder and louder the closer she got to the Ingress proper. Her heart rose in her throat, and the voice in the back of her head desperately whispered that it simply couldn't be -- that she would not be so unfortunate as to encounter the Warrior one day and her father the next.]
[And just as quickly as that voice whispered that everything was alright, the door to the med bay whooshed open, and Angel found herself staring in at the very man that had haunted her worst nightmares.]
[Every muscle in her body screamed at her to run. Her pulse quickened all the more, and her breath came out in ragged bursts. She took a step back, and then another, before ducking against the wall and hugging it.]
[All she had the capacity to do was cower and hope that she had been fast enough to avoid him.]
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feels like a hell of a long time ago. that day, in control core angel, when those goddamn bandits had taken his baby girl from her. those goddamn child-murdering nutjobs. they'd brainwashed her. they'd turned her against him.
after everything he'd done for her--all he'd wanted was for her to be safe. god. her last words ring loud and clear in his head. but, maybe, maybe this can be different. hell, she has to realize... she'd been wrong, right?
he fully intends to forgive her--no, he already has--as he approaches his angel. ]
Angel, baby--hey, it's just me, it's alright. Everything is alright now. I'm here.
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[The siren wished she had the courage to laugh in his face. She shouldn't have been surprised -- his arrogance had blinded him to anything that didn't fit his perfect world view. It was the same fantasy that she had nearly sold her soul to believe, the one he'd used to warp her mind to believe that what she was doing was right.]
[That maybe, in the end, everything would be okay.]
[She knew better now. Had known better the moment she decided to pick up the metaphorical knife and end things for both herself and his plans. Her grand plan had failed, in the end -- Jack had found a way to finish the job. But in the end, she had saved herself, had captured her own freedom.]
[It was that thought that spurred her into action. She slid back another step, arm raising. The tattoos along her arm flashed, not unlike the last ditch display of a frightened, cornered animal. There wasn't much she could do, but she and Jack knew that her powers had killed before.]
[It wasn't like any of them could forget what happened to her mother.]
Stay away from me, Jack.
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[In Lavellan's experience, it's not a common name. Actually, he'd never heard it before he met her. Which doesn't mean that others couldn't exist in the... greater world, or whatever it might be called. But his own attachment to Angel, combined with concern for her obvious skittishness, her reluctance to trust people... it makes him attentive to anything related to her.
Just in case.]
Is that supposed to be a person?
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there's a laugh, short and cutting. ]
Ya know, I don't get why that's any of your concern, sweetcheeks. You go poking your friggin' nose in every stranger's business?
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Sweetcheeks?
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but he is going to be aggressively... himself. he takes a step forward, totally infringing on lavellan's personal space. ]
You prefer kitten? Sugarcakes? Lovemuffin?
bee movie but every time jack says angel it gets faster
A familiar name, spoken in an unfamiliar tone. They may not be sure, but they can test the waters, in every sense of the word.
Behind him stands a child. The water sips at the toes of their shoes, but they go no further. And the corners of their mouth drift slowly upward.
And they smile.]
She's not here.
SHOWDOWN AT THE INGRESS CORRAL
[She's not going to actually shoot him, though, as much as she might want to.
The problem is that this is not the lawless wasteland of Pandora, and people here care a little more about what the "bandits" do. Already, the Ingress security is watching them closely. They aren't going to confiscate her weapon just for brandishing it, not yet, but all it'll take is one shot to turn the whole team aggro.
And it wouldn't be one shot.
The gun is nostalgic. She still remembers when she found it, packed up in a cardboard box with a severed head -- followed by the low-quality squawk of Jack's voice shouting Oh, what's in the booox?! She ended up keeping Gwen's Head because the seven-shot burst fire was useful, and definitely not because of the Se7en reference.
The idea that she might share the same taste in movies in Jack still leaves a sour taste in her mouth.]
So. [She's struggling to think of her follow-up to her clever intro, but she wants to control the conversation for a change.] How was hell? Bad as they say?
Ingress Complex heyooo
Speaking of Zer0, his exceedingly boring security job had him stationed at the Ingress Complex for the time being. It wasn't uncommon for cranky, confused people to kick up a fuss when they first roll in, so when Zer0 arrives for his shift and immediately hears someone bitching, he doesn't think anything of it. That is until he realizes that he recognizes the voice, stops dead in his tracks, and turns to stare at this very alive Handsome Jack.
On the plus side, this shift probably wasn't going to be boring now.
He could just take Jack out now, put a bullet in his head and save everyone else the trouble of having to deal with him. Unfortunately though, this wasn't Pandora, and this place had rules. Not that Zer0 was too concerned about said rules, but there were too many people around, and murdering a room full of witnesses on top of murdering Jack just wouldn't fly here. Things just get more complicated when killing everyone was off the table.
So, since he's completely lost the element of surprise by now anyway, he's just going to cross his arms and continue staring Jack down. The ball's in his court.]