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ABOARD THE MOIRA
Whether adjusting to space travel has been difficult or not, there is always something to be done. From working to leisure, the Moira offers a multitude of opportunities to get to know your crewmates a bit better. Exploration of the ship is highly encouraged, but as another planet grows closer to being docked, things start to get a little hectic. You'll notice a slight change in the artificial gravity as the Moira is pulled into a gravitational field; however, more noticeable changes can be found in the overall morale as you prepare to descend.
☄ on your ownThere are plenty of other communal areas on the ship to explore! Pick a place, and see where it takes you. ( These scenarios can be used as in-game canon. ) H A I S T O SUnlike previously visited locations, the sweltering heat of this planet can be felt long before arrival. The surface of Haistos is not a place for those with a weak constitution. It’s in a constant state of low-level volcanic activity as its land masses are dotted with many volcanoes—all of them spewing black ash into the air. Breathing is difficult without the aid of a respirator due to the potential of breathing in ash, and the plant life is stunted, adapted to living in an environment with little sunlight. The weather is unpredictable, and ash-storms will often blow in fiercely, leaving people trapped for a hours at a time before they blow themselves out. But that same ash which chokes everything on this planet is what also provides its livelihood. Haistos’ volcanic resources are a highly sought-after commodity elsewhere in the universe, and as long as gathering the ash is profitable, people will continue to return.
Looking closely, etched into the curling paths of ignimbrite deposits that swirl along the base of the volcanoes is a language that is easily translated by the MID, often resembling Latin. Carved over time by visitors and travelers, it tells a tale of fire and stone and power. Some might even say there are mystic abilities associated with these volcanoes, though the rumors and myths behind it seem to be nothing but a warning to those who think to go looking for it. It’s also hard to tell if the words carry any true meaning since there are no natives to question, and all those who harvest the ash can only tell stories. Still, it’s apparent that people from many different times have all added to the scrolling messages.
A word of caution: you cannot build here. Stone, metal, and wood all burn, all crumble. Only what is true can survive, and fire will show its true quality.
☄ breathing sparksDespite the haphazard lay of the land, there are things to do. Or, at least, things to see. The rocky terrain often leads to some inactive volcanoes that are perfect for exploring and harvesting the ash that continues to rain down across Haistos. There are step-like structures built into the sides of the volcanic craters, narrow but sturdy. With each move down, the air gets even thicker, and your respirator takes longer and longer to filter the unbreathable atmosphere the deeper into the planet you travel. Yet, the risk of asphyxiation is worth what awaits at the bottom of the staircase. Still warm, the volcanic rocks that are sunk into the deposits are both smooth and clear as crystal. Most of these gems retain heat permanently and can be used to warm small spaces. Gathering too many together in a single place, however, creates a reaction with the limited air supply and can spark a faux volcanic eruption—yes, these rocks are capable of producing lava at an impossibly quick rate.
Is it possible to outrun the flow and reach the steps before it begins filling the bottom of the crater? The only thing worse than a sudden swimming pool of lava would be the respirator finally breaking because of the abrupt, extreme heat, wouldn’t it? ☄ under pressureDespite being unable to actually build any structures of substance on Haistos, walking around the planet itself is surprisingly easy. Due to its unusual composition, the ground itself is a noticeable mixture of dark rock and shining surfaces. More than that, each step around the bases of the volcanoes reveals something both amazing and rather fascinating: the ability to create diamonds without much pressure at all. It only takes a single step or even a hand print. Take a break and sit to rest? Diamonds. Wrestling over what pile of ash is yours to claim? Diamonds. Tripping and falling and refusing to get up so that no one sees your embarrassment? Diamonds. Suddenly, moving around on Haistos has taken a whole new turn. Especially when it’s completely possible to keep what you make with your very own body weight. ☄ if you break it, you buy itOut of the eater came something to eat, and out of the strong came something sweet.
At the base of one of the smaller volcanoes, this message is carved into the rock in large, curling script. The volcano is currently inactive and is dotted with openings large enough for visitors to enter through. Stranger than the message is the faint tinkling sound - almost like glass clinking against glass - that grows louder the deeper into the volcano you go. The intricate honeycomb of paths all lead in the same direction—towards the sound and a mellow blue glow.
At the center, the sound is loud and the light illuminates a large space. Thousands of crystalline creatures swirl and bump against one another, the source of both the sound and light. They appear to be a cross between a lightning bug and bee, glowing and noisy and harmless. The beautiful sight may, or may not, be dampened by the fact that the cavern is littered with glass honeycombs that have been built up within the bodies of fallen travelers. It’s clear that the organisms didn’t harm them, perhaps the result of too much ash or broken respirators, and the honey they’ve produced is light blue and clear. It’s sweet if eaten, bright and citrus-y, and carries an earthy undertone, making the skin glow temporarily after ingesting.
If careful, visitors may harvest the honey, but do not disturb the creatures. Their wings are sharp, and when agitated, they swarm out of fear.
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thisavrou_ooc2016-06-07 03:39 pm
Quiet | Metal Gear Solid
[ Quiet is taking being in space surprisingly well, but the confined area and how the air works... it's been making her antsy. It's when she finds the garden she feels a bit more safe. If plants can live here so can she, right?
You can find her walking around, looking at the plant life. There are plants she doesn't recognize, plants she hasn't seen nor read about. She doesn't seem to have her guard up, in fact she seems peaceful. ]
☄ observation deck
[ If you're not outside exploring like everyone else and content with just watching the outside, you can find a woman staring out at the planet. She's wearing nothing but a bikini and tights, but the only thing that makes her feel naked is her lack of weapons.
Quiet looks a bit miffed, if anything. She's definitely trying to hide it, but with the way she's looking out at the planet with a hand lingering on the glass, sometimes kicking with her feet-- You don't need to be an expert on body language to see that she wants to be out there. The outside area fascinates her, it piques her curiosity as she's never seen anything like it before. For now, however, she's watching the landscape outside as well as the people exploring. She's even seen people bring back diamonds...
She's a bit jealous, but with the planet's difficult atmosphere she realizes she would have had a rough time.
... It really sucks, though. ]
☄ wildcard
Go for it! If you have any questions feel free to PM.
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[The gardens are, unfortunately, the place Miller goes to play his guitar when he can. It's relaxing. While he still becomes obsessed with his work and chores and duties and the like, without the presence of Cipher and with the pressured decision to acquire some new prosthetics, he's at least made some time for himself. The pain has never stopped, but with this prosthetic? He can feel again. Half-transparent fingers strum metal strings and he can feel every flick, every vibration, and it runs through his hand like something old and familiar. Muscle memory from an arm long gone lingers, and renewed practice has returned his skill.]
[And in his maturity, he's chosen not to sing, because he knows better for one. And for another, he still doesn't feel the urge to belt something out happily and carelessly. But the contentment of a guitar? That he can do.]
[He's sitting with his eyes closed behind his glasses, head back against the large tree, sitting opposite of where she enters so he doesn't see her, nor can she probably see him. Nor does he notice when the lazily laying rust-and-white husky sits up and looks around with perked ears and attentive, gold eyes.]
[Miller's been playing something slow, lingering, but he feels the hair on the back of his neck prickle up. Like he's picked up a scent he can't quite identify, or heard a sound that rumbles too deep to actually hear. His repaired eyes open behind his glasses. And he doesn't stop playing, but the music shifts along with his paranoid gaze.]
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It doesn't take long for her to recognize him. How couldn't she? Sure, he had one less arm the last time she saw him, but Snake had a metal arm, surely Miller
could get his hand on onehad access to one as well. She didn't know he played the guitar, that's all. Quiet turns around, considering to back off and leave, but... Despite the size of this ship, she knows she can't hide forever. She recognizes Miller's skill and paranoia, and while she could give him a good run for the money, conflict would definitely ensue. She doesn't know how long she'll be here so... Best to just get it over with.Circling around quietly, carefully -- she walks until she's in front of him, and decides to reappear. If Miller didn't pick up anything earlier he suddenly gets a Quiet, standing in front of him (close, but at a safe enough distance to get away quickly), peering down at him. ]
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[The funny thing about this particular guitar is that it should be at the bottom of the ocean, rotted away to strings at the feet of Metal Gears. Monuments to a battle that meant nothing.]
[Quiet never had a chance to know this about him, any more than he had a chance to know anything about her. She'd been stripped of her words. He'd been stripped of his music.]
Hm. [A grunt. The response that she gets when she appears. He doesn't even flinch. This time it's not some eerie (possible) illusion trailing after him, the invisible force he can't identify. He can feel her, tingling at the back of his senses. She's real.]
[And expected. If everyone else is showing up, why not her.]
[And he just looks at her then through his glasses (with eyes that appear to have lost their glassy hindering sheen, not knowing what to expect, and he drums those odd new fingers of his against the wood of his instrument. It takes him a little bit before he speaks.]
Can you talk? [Some people come with things fixed. Might as well check.]
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Well, she did try to assassinate the boss. But that was once, okay, and she did try to kill him again, but that was a failure-- Sigh. He doesn't seem to want to attack or apprehend her on sight, so why is she even bothering to stay here? Maybe it's guilt, maybe it's curiosity.
Quiet shakes her head at the question asked to her. She's made her vow of silence, and is going to stick to it. She doesn't even know if the virus is in her anymore but... she feels more comfortable this way. Pacing a bit to the side of Miller, she slumps down by the tree, dragging her knees up to her chest so she can lean her arms and head on them.
After a brief period, she hums the same melody he played before. Having her words taken away from her doesn't mean she can't appreciate music. ]
What's dialog who needs dialog
dialogue is overrated
Observation Deck
She's clearly had a rough time of it, though. The plates of her armor are scorched and slightly warped by from her trips down to the planet. The haggard knight walks into the observation deck, eventually sitting down cross-legged on the floor, not far from where Quiet is standing. ]
...it's really quite beautiful from this high up, isn't it?
[Her's is the soft voice of a teenage girl. She doesn't seem all that bothered by Quiet's near-nudity, if anything she sounds sympathetic.]
Was your gear damaged on the planet's surface, then? I can fetch you something, if you need.
[...she might not actually understand the reason for Quiet's lack of covering, though. That's probably a factor here.]
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Quiet is a bit surprised at how young the walking armor sounds, though. Maybe even impressed, but she doesn't show it. At the next question she shakes her head before throwing another longing glance at the outside. It's kinda odd how curiosity makes her want to go outside when she knows what if feels like to be set on fire.
She doesn't look like she's willing to talk, but it doesn't look like she's going to turn away from conversation, either. ]
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No? Alright then.
[If she wants to stand around in such a state Sieglinde will try her best not to judge. Such a thing wouldn't be proper in Catarina, of course, but there are a lot of places and people who don't have the same sense of modesty.
Onto the next order of business, Sieglinde is sweltering. She's been cooking inside this suit of armor for gods-know how long. And while she isn't willing to go as far as this silent woman apparently is, she does undo the straps at the base of her helmet and remove it.
Her hair is blonde and tied back in a bun - although a long day on a volcanic planet have freed more than a few strands of hair, all of which basically plastered to her sweat covered face.]
Have you been down at all, yet? It's quite hot, but there's quite a lot of treasure if you have the strength for it.
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When the other girl speaks again, she shakes her head. There would be no way for her to go out there but... It's hard to communicate, really. If anything, in order to learn about Quiet's "photosynthesis", one would have to study her. After a while in her presence however, one might realize by the way she doesn't take in air in her lungs like a regular person would and in return is entirely quiet when standing still. There is no sense of breathing from her nose or lips, when her face is near the glass there is no sign of fogging on the glass because that is not how she breathes. Still though, communicating "I breathe through my skin" in some kind of Charades isn't something Quiet is interested in. At least not yet.
It looks cool though, being down there. She's not unfamiliar with diamonds, but seeing the amounts people have brought in are really impressive. ]
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kipos.
There's something humbling about this entire situation, something he hadn't bargained for. He remembers her voice filtered over the last cassette that she'd left, as steady as the rest of her; he isn't sure how to address it, how to address her gratitude or the things he failed to do for her sake.
So, as always, Venom remains taciturn. Announcing himself with a soft rustle of plants against plants, posture open to indicate a level of concession. ]
—Quiet? [ yes Venom that is absolutely her, you dingus ]
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When she left the cassette for him she intended for it to be the last time he saw her. Ever. Things would be easier that way, and now that she was in space, it should have been even easier for her to stay away from the Diamond Dogs.
Yet, here they are. A part of her isn't surprised, Venom was always full of surprises, after all. It's too late to go invisible when he's already spotted her, however, so she can just soften her expression and nod at him. ]
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He matches her softened expression with his own, scar-torn lips easing from their thin line, the sharpness of his scrutiny receding to make way for... nostalgia? Fondness? It's difficult to pinpoint.
Complicated history aside, he's glad for her safety. That she's as upright and steadfast as usual. That she's alive, really. ]
...This is where you went, huh. [ He's joking, obviously. Despite the deadpan dryness of his tone, the slight exhale at the end of that customary huh betrays a bit of the humor he finds in seeing here here. ]
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She wouldn't be surprised if he somehow made the funds to go into space to get her, either, with the way Miller would always be paranoid about her knowing too much and sharing information about their supply and location to enemies. (Jokes on you Miller, she's vowed off talking.)
Despite feeling the need to leave the Diamond Dogs, and wanting to be away for their safety, meeting the Big Boss she's the most familiar with is kind of nice. He's definitely on the list of people she wouldn't mind meeting in this weird place.
Quiet's long since taken her eyes off the landscape and moved on to look at Venom. The last time she saw him he was kind of dying, after all, and seeing him alive makes her relieved. She didn't have any doubts about his survival, but seeing the proof in front of her does help. ]
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observation deck
But too much of it and it might get a little old. So he's heading off somewhere when he ends up in the observation deck, and he's not alone. Not that he expects to be. The breathtaking view never really gets old, does it? Especially with new planets to be seen.
He recognizes Quiet. He'd mostly kept his distance on Mother Base, too busy with his own plans, but he was aware of her presence. Going on missions with Venom. Being locked up in that cell like it would do anything. Meddling in certain affairs of his. Oh, he knew her.
He walks up next to her, looking out at the view. He doubts she'll recognize him, although maybe the family resemblance might shine through a bit.]
Fascinating to look at, isn't it?
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As an assassin you tend to see a lot of faces, a lot of people, and in the end you'll just lose track of where you've seen them before. Even the Mother Base had a huge amount of people, remembering all of them would be rough. (Maybe if she cared more, she could)
But there is something... Maybe she's just making up things.
She nods, taking another look at the view. The volcanic activity along with the sparkle of the diamonds can even be seen from inside, creating a view like she's never seen before. ]
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Pretty sure I'll never get tired of it.
[He'd had to discover everything on Mother Base, not content to be the mere child everyone wanted him to be. The scraps of his army, useless as they tended to be, could sometimes be used as his eyes and ears, but Tretij had been the most useful. Apart from his own investigations, of course.
So he might have an idea as to why she's not down there.]
They're not all like this. Some have better weather.
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a!
When he spots the woman enjoying the greenery, it's clear why DD reacted the way he did. The dog barks to get her attention and hurries over, tail wagging and looking up at Quiet happily.
Ocelot smiles a bit and strolls into the gardens after the eager animal.]
Well well, look who it is. Good to see you again, Quiet.
[He always considered her to be useful; it was a shame she left Diamond Dogs, but that was also for the best, all things considered.]
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She crouches down to gently pet him, giving him a good scratch behind the ear. Because of DD distracting her however, it takes a moment until she notices Ocelot.
She doesn't raise her guard at his presence. Ocelot would always somehow trust her, although she didn't know why. While she knew she was competent and her level of skill was wanted, she did try to kill his boss... twice. But it's not like she minded it. His trust was almost comforting, in a place where she was trusted by almost none. Not that she'd tell him.
... Not that she could tell him, either.
He gets a nod of acknowledge from her, before she turns back to the dog. DD is very cute, after all. ]
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As for trust, that's always a gray area for him. He didn't have blind trust in anyone except perhaps Big Boss. But he knew that giving Quiet a longer leash, so to speak, would better serve them. Plus, she chose her side when she arrived at Mother Base or shortly thereafter. There was no reason for him to give her the third degree.]
This place can be dangerous. It's good to know the Boss will have you watching his back.
[She's good at that, after all.]
Though I'm sure Miller won't approve.
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[it's probably a horrible idea to make small talk with an assassin that was sent to kill you, who you, in turn, killed instead, and who has risen from the grave with superhuman abilities. but here john is, standing beside a sniper he knew too much about but had never really met. quiet; ahab's dead-eye.
bad ideas aside, he had to confront her eventually. at least here and now, it was on his own terms and he had made the approach. besides, if john made it a habit not to talk to people who had tried to kill him at least once (and, in one case, succeeded), he might never talk to another huamn being again.
with little reason to actually go down to a planet that offered nothing but wealth, john has found himself still curious to look out onto it. who wouldn't be eager to see the raw power of nature? what he found instead, of course, was her.]
You'll get to see them eventually.
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Quiet takes in his features, they're the same as the Big Boss she knows, but he's still different. She takes one step back, cautiously, but she's not going to make a scene (at least not yet).
Instead, she shrugs. He's right, after all. It just kinda sucks that she just got here and the first planet they land on she would probably only last for 5 minutes in. ]
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john wonders if she even recognizes him. probably not; not beyond the resembalance to the man she had allied to.]
Well, you might, anyway. Depends on if you've broken your silence or not.
[john gives her a look then, clearly communicating that he was well aware of her situation. after skull-face had been killed and sahelanthropus had disappeared, john had been debriefed about all the events that had befallen diamond dogs. that also included quiet and the circumstances of her leaving.
if she had been pulled onto the moira after the parasites had been activated... well, that wouldn't be good news for anyone.]
yess quiet
[Boone isn't really one for nature, but he's took it upon himself to get familiar with as much of the ship as he can. And despite the fact that he's never been all that awed by plants before, this place really is something else. It's so... green. There's even something peaceful about it. He doesn't remember the last time he felt that way.
He's not really looking where he's going, and ends up accidentally backing into Quiet. Not hard, but enough to jolt him out of his thoughts. He turns quickly, looking somewhat surprised to see someone else here. How did he not notice? He's usually better about that kind of thing.]
Sorry.
(๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧
She doesn't mind, though. Quiet doesn't recognize the man, and he doesn't seem threathening, so she just shakes her head, as if saying "it's fine, don't worry". ]
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You new here?
[He hasn't seen her around, but then he hasn't exactly been here that long either. There are probably a lot of people he's yet to meet.]
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