( tdm 11 )

[hownkai]

T E S T D R I V E

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 own There 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 S Unlike 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 sparks Despite 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 pressure Despite 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 it Out 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. OUT OF CHARACTER INFO FAQ | LOCATIONS | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS | NAVIGATION For mature or graphic content, please label. For questions, please direct them to the FAQ. As always, be kind and have fun!

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[deconstruct]

[ He stalks the rest of the distance towards her and... stops. She's not even moving. Leave it to Jehanne to take all the fight out of this. Make it just feel like he's murdering his sister. Much that's... always what he's doing. But it's easier when she's actively being terrible. Reminding him why he wants to kill her, rather than standing there with his sister's face and none of her soul. ]

Goddammit, Jehanne, you've gotta make everything as hard as it can be, don't you? [ Whatever. It's another iteration meant to insult what she was, to do Hapsburg's dirty work, and even if they made her more docile to garner sympathy from him, he can't let it show that it does ping something in him that still madly hopes to get her back. Reaching down, he's glancing up and away, not looking at her, as his hands go for her chin and the back of her head, ready to just snap her neck quickly and get it over with. ]

[angered]

[ Docile isn't a word she'd use to describe herself. She's been that before, done everything in her power to become otherwise. But he wouldn't be the first to see her face and mistake her for something other than a threat. Both Jack and Charles Vane counted on it. Anne didn't linger on what anyone else thought of her place in the world, including herself. Not until the day she found herself without a ship.

There's a pin tucked into the wide sleeve of her jacket, the brooch it'd been attached to long discarded. The sleeve falls over her hand and she works it open.

He approaches her slowly, calls her by another name, but she makes no mistake of his intentions. ]

That's not my name. [ The cold in her voice matches her stony expression. Before his hands can reach her face she forces her weight upward, directed at his middle and aiming to knock him on the ground. The pin in her hand slips up her fingers, ready to press into his throat if she can get on top of him. ]

[deconstruct]

Good. You don't deserve it. [ he thinks that'll be the last thing he says to her, but then her bony shoulder is digging into his middle, punching some of the wind out of him, but not nearly as strong as Jehanne nearly would've made it. Must be an iteration - they're never quite at the same level of augmentation. always a fraction.

either way, it's a barked laugh that comes out of him when his back slams against the metal deck floor, a sting to the ports at his back, but ignored at the moment. he doesn't immediately fight her, which allows for the pin to come swinging at him, but Andyr snaps a hand up to grab her wrist, hold it just above his throat, and lean up some, so the point just barely presses at him, a flinch away from drawing blood. ]

Finally. Thought they'd lobotomized you or something. Waste of her genetics. [ because like him, Jehanne is angry. Always angry, always ready to fight, and if he hates everything else about her, they have that in common, and that makes her seem some kind of human to him. Makes him at least respect her some mild amount more. Their father had always taught them to keep going, fight tooth and nail, for what you wanted. And that's what they do. It'd be the deepest insult to her to create something out of her DNA and make it another sheep. Even if she is drastically weaker than him, he still wants to fight her before he takes her out. out of some sort of misplaced sentiment, likely, but Andyr stopped caring about what he did or didn't feel about her a while ago. It just is.

Jerking to the side, and snapping up with his hips, Andyr sends the clone soaring overhead and away, before sliding back himself, still crouched like a feral animal, and ready to start an actual fight up. ]