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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

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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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Comments

[motherfuckerburn]

[How that's always an unexpected turn when it really shouldn't be, he doesn't know. He's too used to, too expectant of, the opposite. Angry family, pleading parents, as if any of that ever did any goddamn good.

He stops short, and that grimace melts. (But he'll say it doesn't. It just isn't useful at all, and this definitely isn't...cute. Ugh.) He gives her a defeated sort of sigh, even if he is--just a little--flattered.]

I guess we'll find out. So let's see it, kid.

[What can you do?]

[coercive]

[His unspoken question is taken very seriously. Nodding, there's a slight smirk of confidence on her otherwise blank face as she steps back. Not that she needs to, but she doesn't want to completely startle him. With the soft sound of metal piercing skin, she extends her claws fully. Holding her hands up in a fighting pose, she lets him look her over before relaxing.]

They are better when I am fighting.

[She sounds almost disappointed by that, and lets her hands hang down by her sides. The claws on one retract, and the blood remains against her knuckles even as the skin heals.]

I am good at killing. It is what I was made to do.

[motherfuckerburn]

[He watches those claws with a shocked, wide-eyed familiarity. Holy. Shit. He's not sure he's ever seen any two mutants with nearly (or in this case, maybe even fully) identical mutations. Granted, the technicalities of mutations are the kinds of things that filled the dissertations of the Professor's that he tried not to sleep through. He'd rarely been successful.]

So you're...what, tiny Wolverine?

[The sarcasm offered, and the look of astonishment don't quite match. He is, if not taken at his tone, more than a little impressed. The stern orders make a little more sense now...even if that is still weird to swallow from a girl barely over half his age.]

[coercive]

[She's already fond of him, just based on his power and attitude alone. So to hear him use that name actually makes her face light up. Nodding eagerly, she doesn't care if she isn't able to look impressive in front of him. ]

Yes.

[It's said with such conviction that it's obvious she isn't just excited to be compared to him. She doesn't bother hiding the fact that she was made to be like a small version of Wolverine. There's pride there, something she hasn't felt very often before.]

I am made from him.

[She lets that settle with him however he'd like to take it. And then retracts her claws entirely so she can step back in and try to take his lighter from him to look at it closely. If he knows who Wolverine is, then he's probably well aware she can cut off his hand if she feels like it. Which means it's probably a good idea to let her see what she wants.]