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thisavrou_ooc2016-12-02 06:24 pm
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T E S T D R I V E |
"living is an act of courage."
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Well, that is a travesty. I'll be sure to start putting together an outline as soon as I can.
[ She's not entirely sure what she's even talking about anymore, but the point is she has your back, brosis. And perhaps she's excused if she's being a little ridiculous right now. Speaking of, excuse!! they're very expensive Jimmy Choos and only a little ridiculous. :( ]
Did I? I guess that's good news, at least. [ Stuck on board a space ship hurtling into a planet doesn't sound like a very good time. She glances over at Hawke with a look of sympathy despite her own distress. ] That must have been terrible. I'm sorry to hear it.
[ She's not entirely sure what she's even talking about anymore, but the point is she has your back, brosis. And perhaps she's excused if she's being a little ridiculous right now. Speaking of, excuse!! they're very expensive Jimmy Choos and only a little ridiculous. :( ]
Did I? I guess that's good news, at least. [ Stuck on board a space ship hurtling into a planet doesn't sound like a very good time. She glances over at Hawke with a look of sympathy despite her own distress. ] That must have been terrible. I'm sorry to hear it.
[Adam starts to relax there, leaning on Ronan and soaking up the comfort of his kiss and attention. Everything about him is perfect it almost hurts. It is far too real not believe that somehow this ludicrous circumstance is reality.
He pulls away from the kiss again before tilted his head down burying his face into Ronan's neck.]
Do you think it can... Here... [He presses soft kisses to the side of Ronan's neck]
He pulls away from the kiss again before tilted his head down burying his face into Ronan's neck.]
Do you think it can... Here... [He presses soft kisses to the side of Ronan's neck]
[Because Ronan cannot lie, he can only answer:]
Yes.
[But he holds their clasped hands to his heart and he isn't worried. It would not be difficult for the demon to tear through his ribs and rip the heart right out of him, and he still isn't worried.]
It won't be your fault if it does. All you ever did was make me happy. Make sure you get that through your head, Parrish.
Yes.
[But he holds their clasped hands to his heart and he isn't worried. It would not be difficult for the demon to tear through his ribs and rip the heart right out of him, and he still isn't worried.]
It won't be your fault if it does. All you ever did was make me happy. Make sure you get that through your head, Parrish.
[Ronan's honesty is a curse sometimes because just then Adam would have taken a lot of comfort in a lie.]
I couldn't live with myself if my hands... [if he had killed Ronan he really didn't know how he could have gone on. he soaks in the closeness even though the fear is still real.]
You're reckless, Ronan.
I couldn't live with myself if my hands... [if he had killed Ronan he really didn't know how he could have gone on. he soaks in the closeness even though the fear is still real.]
You're reckless, Ronan.
[Well, he's glad he's not alone-
wait what.][Those eyes light up with hope despite being mistaken as Tony's brother/boyfriend/cult member.]
Is he around?
wait what.][Those eyes light up with hope despite being mistaken as Tony's brother/boyfriend/cult member.]
Is he around?
[ Pepper gives a faint chuckle at first, but the question quickly has her amusement fleeing. She shakes her head and blows out a breath through her lips as she glances about the bustle of their temporary camp. ]
Sadly, I know as little as you seem to. Apparently, this planet was the intended destination of the ship prior to the crash? But that's all I can say about it, unfortunately. I imagine we'll learn more once the injured have been seen to and everyone regroups.
[ She gives a tiny shrug. ] The only thing that seems certain at the moment is that we're all of us equally as lost, now.
Sadly, I know as little as you seem to. Apparently, this planet was the intended destination of the ship prior to the crash? But that's all I can say about it, unfortunately. I imagine we'll learn more once the injured have been seen to and everyone regroups.
[ She gives a tiny shrug. ] The only thing that seems certain at the moment is that we're all of us equally as lost, now.
[That's the first time he's been called 'darling' by a robot. He's not sure if he should be flattered or fearing for his life. He's generally mistrustful of sentient robotics that aren't Jarvis, but he needs answers.
And he's a bit too excited to answer this one's question.]
Yeah! Is he here too?? Is he all right?
And he's a bit too excited to answer this one's question.]
Yeah! Is he here too?? Is he all right?
[This is getting creepy, but he doesn't feel like he's in danger, either. Just... creeped out.]
You don't have to call me hunter, ma'am. I'm Colonel Rhodes, or "Rhodey" if you want.
[He's gotten so used to the nickname, may as well use it.]
This? I use it to protect myself and others from harm.
You don't have to call me hunter, ma'am. I'm Colonel Rhodes, or "Rhodey" if you want.
[He's gotten so used to the nickname, may as well use it.]
This? I use it to protect myself and others from harm.
[What the hell... Rhodey's about ready to summon all his firepower when the giant robot began talking. He's going to lower his arm cannons. Slowly.]
It depends what you're hiding.
[It could be a bomb. Or kittens. Or a bomb that explodes into kittens.]
It depends what you're hiding.
[It could be a bomb. Or kittens. Or a bomb that explodes into kittens.]
[He's been keeping himself busy on the ship, it's not all that difficult. However, when someone take away his weapons and his precious leather boots its only a miracles that keeping busy doesn't equal snapping necks in the dark. He knows the rules though, and he would rather not be abandoned on a strange planet when things at 'home' are still strange to him.
And then he hears a voice that makes him pause. It had that ring of stern, honorable, and merciful that was very familiar to him. He grins as he turns, a hand on his hip and his smile on widens when he sees it is exactly who the thought.]
For you warden, I have several moments.
And then he hears a voice that makes him pause. It had that ring of stern, honorable, and merciful that was very familiar to him. He grins as he turns, a hand on his hip and his smile on widens when he sees it is exactly who the thought.]
For you warden, I have several moments.
[The Doll isn't entirely sure she understands - he uses this armor to fight and to protect others, as a Hunter does, but he... isn't one? Perhaps he uses this tool to fight something other than beasts?
Nevertheless, she nods anyway. Whether she understands this man's role or not, she'll respect his wishes.]
Very well, Colonel. I am a doll, made to look after the Hunters of my dream.
[A pause. Her eyes look downward, and her voice takes on a more despondent tone - even as her face remains as stoic as ever.]
I have never left my home before. I am... unsure of what to do now that I am gone, but please. Let me know if there is some way I can be of help.
Nevertheless, she nods anyway. Whether she understands this man's role or not, she'll respect his wishes.]
Very well, Colonel. I am a doll, made to look after the Hunters of my dream.
[A pause. Her eyes look downward, and her voice takes on a more despondent tone - even as her face remains as stoic as ever.]
I have never left my home before. I am... unsure of what to do now that I am gone, but please. Let me know if there is some way I can be of help.
Edited 2016-12-04 16:44 (UTC)
"Oh, no," she says with a shake of her head. "I was just trying to explain what it feels like. Compare it to something relatable, I guess." She readjusts her glasses and takes a good look at what he's doing. "I really haven't stopped to look at this thing," she says, nodding down at her own device as she lifts her arm. Luckily her arms aren't feeling as weak as her legs right now.
"I take it there's a lot you can do with it."
"I take it there's a lot you can do with it."
[He hugs back, gladly, and pulls back to grin at her. Wow, things have clearly been extra-shitty lately, because it feels strange on his face.]
Pretty good, I guess, considering you were previously stranded on a spaceship with me. Jesus, it's been months—I didn't expect to see you again until we found our way home.
Pretty good, I guess, considering you were previously stranded on a spaceship with me. Jesus, it's been months—I didn't expect to see you again until we found our way home.
[Christ. The stupid Ingress time bullshit has always been stupid and bullshitty, but if it yanked in Rafe from not all that long after Rafe's death, it's super extra stupid and bullshitty. He grimaces for a minute before shaking his head and looking back at Rafe.]
Hell, a giant spaceship crash, it's basically the same.
[And even he had it better than some.]
Listen, Rafe...I think it might have been longer for me than you. The Ingress does that. Last time I saw you was about twelve years ago.
Hell, a giant spaceship crash, it's basically the same.
[And even he had it better than some.]
Listen, Rafe...I think it might have been longer for me than you. The Ingress does that. Last time I saw you was about twelve years ago.
The distraction seems to be working. Before long he's focusing more on her explanation than the feeling of something tight around his neck--
it's not teeth, it's not teeth
--and the puzzle of their whereabouts takes center stage. He doesn't even realize that he's started breathing almost normally again.
"Space? No, I've... I've never been." His voice is a little hoarse, after choking, with a pronounced Irish accent. "I was coming from somewhere else. We were supposed to be going home. I--" He blinks and then offers a surprisingly charming smile, given that he's just come back from the edge of panic.
"Erskine. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mei. And thank you, for...." He gestures vaguely toward himself, the necktie.
it's not teeth, it's not teeth
--and the puzzle of their whereabouts takes center stage. He doesn't even realize that he's started breathing almost normally again.
"Space? No, I've... I've never been." His voice is a little hoarse, after choking, with a pronounced Irish accent. "I was coming from somewhere else. We were supposed to be going home. I--" He blinks and then offers a surprisingly charming smile, given that he's just come back from the edge of panic.
"Erskine. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mei. And thank you, for...." He gestures vaguely toward himself, the necktie.
Chara isn't likely to win anything resembling an actual prize. Maybe a rock. It would fit nicely with their heart of stone.
Either way, Mettaton is far from ready to argue with Chara about the surface, its problems, or anything of the sort. Perhaps he'd have more sympathy if they weren't being a shit about it, because if there's one thing he can do, it's sympathize with terrible situations at this point.
"I'm afraid that is only your opinion, and my concern is rooted in actual facts. If the Dreemurr family felt complete, I do believe they would need two more components. The father, of course, and their beloved human child.
Because if they didn't want you, then Toriel would not have taken deep offenses to any harm that befell you on this ship, she would not have been upset at your departure, and neither Frisk nor Asriel would have been upset that someone they shared a deep bond with was no longer present. Asriel, especially, needs all the friends who can support him in a very trying situation, but by no fault of your own, you were not able to remain. I understand this. But don't try to downplay it.
You were not there to see how upset they were. I was. So if you could kindly consider the feelings of others?! That would be grand!"
File it in the bin if you like, Chara. He's going to get his piece out.
Either way, Mettaton is far from ready to argue with Chara about the surface, its problems, or anything of the sort. Perhaps he'd have more sympathy if they weren't being a shit about it, because if there's one thing he can do, it's sympathize with terrible situations at this point.
"I'm afraid that is only your opinion, and my concern is rooted in actual facts. If the Dreemurr family felt complete, I do believe they would need two more components. The father, of course, and their beloved human child.
Because if they didn't want you, then Toriel would not have taken deep offenses to any harm that befell you on this ship, she would not have been upset at your departure, and neither Frisk nor Asriel would have been upset that someone they shared a deep bond with was no longer present. Asriel, especially, needs all the friends who can support him in a very trying situation, but by no fault of your own, you were not able to remain. I understand this. But don't try to downplay it.
You were not there to see how upset they were. I was. So if you could kindly consider the feelings of others?! That would be grand!"
File it in the bin if you like, Chara. He's going to get his piece out.
'This time'?
[By comparison, the man standing nearby is just a shade under six feet tall--which isn't much compared to most of his friends, admittedly, but leaves him all but towering over the tiny elf. He's wearing a three-piece suit (necktie, waistcoat, pocket watch and all) and staring around at their surroundings with his hands in his pockets, looking... well, only a little more at ease than said affronted cat.
(He's also rather gorgeous, has golden eyes, and speaks with a pronounced Irish accent.)]
Have you made it a habit to drag people away from their normal dimensions before, then? That's an oddly specific tendency, you know. I can see why people might try pointing fingers, if this is what you usually get up to.
[He's teasing, very obviously. The grin gives it away. He does not, for the record, seem terribly worried about the glowy hand.]
[By comparison, the man standing nearby is just a shade under six feet tall--which isn't much compared to most of his friends, admittedly, but leaves him all but towering over the tiny elf. He's wearing a three-piece suit (necktie, waistcoat, pocket watch and all) and staring around at their surroundings with his hands in his pockets, looking... well, only a little more at ease than said affronted cat.
(He's also rather gorgeous, has golden eyes, and speaks with a pronounced Irish accent.)]
Have you made it a habit to drag people away from their normal dimensions before, then? That's an oddly specific tendency, you know. I can see why people might try pointing fingers, if this is what you usually get up to.
[He's teasing, very obviously. The grin gives it away. He does not, for the record, seem terribly worried about the glowy hand.]
Um, Nate, are you feeling okay?
[Do you see this very confused, borderline judgemental but not entirely unfamiliar look on her face, Drake? It's the face of someone who can't quite believe what she's hearing. You know it well.]
It's been a few days and we certainly weren't on a spaceship.
[Do you see this very confused, borderline judgemental but not entirely unfamiliar look on her face, Drake? It's the face of someone who can't quite believe what she's hearing. You know it well.]
It's been a few days and we certainly weren't on a spaceship.
[Her stealth capabilities haven't been slighted by this change of situation or...condition...so for all we know she may have actually snuck up on Allura. But if she did, it wasn't on purpose. Sometimes you just get in to the habit...and she's certainly spry enough, isn't she? Active and healthy and-]
Yeah, sure. How far?
[For all she's demanding, she may as well be asking someone where the bathroom is.]
Yeah, sure. How far?
[For all she's demanding, she may as well be asking someone where the bathroom is.]
"Ah, well, I'm just trying to get my bearings, you know?" And whatever else she can 'get', really. Far be it from her to turn things down that practically drop in to her lap- such as someone offering what help he can.
(Or is he? Well, she'll know for sure in time.)
"Found anything interesting yet?"
(Or is he? Well, she'll know for sure in time.)
"Found anything interesting yet?"
Pride ran deep, but it may as well have been on the surface for how easily read she was. Still, Sombra was all smiles and warmth, clasping her hands behind her and stretching her back just a bit. (Ignoring the odd feeling in the process, she'd have to check it later...)
"The way you say that makes me wonder when the screaming's going to start," she teases, though she's only half joking. "Should I start looking for a place to hide?"
"The way you say that makes me wonder when the screaming's going to start," she teases, though she's only half joking. "Should I start looking for a place to hide?"
[When the primate comes up to him, Giorno can't help but kneel down and listen intently as he spoke. Sure, consider him surprised but Giorno was quite good at keeping a steady pokerface.]
A moment you can have but I doubt I can give you much.
[Though with vines grown in his arms thanks to how things seemed to be working, he wasn't exactly looking too amazing either.]
My answers happen to be in short supply, replaced by questions too.
A moment you can have but I doubt I can give you much.
[Though with vines grown in his arms thanks to how things seemed to be working, he wasn't exactly looking too amazing either.]
My answers happen to be in short supply, replaced by questions too.
I'll put the gun away but I'm not dropping it. God knows what else is out here, do you really want me throwing away our only weapon?
[Because if the universe decides to present her with a zombie Lazarević to go with an undead Harry Flynn she just might have a sense of humour failure.
She holsters the gun and shoots him a stern look.]
Okay Harry. Start talking.
[Because if the universe decides to present her with a zombie Lazarević to go with an undead Harry Flynn she just might have a sense of humour failure.
She holsters the gun and shoots him a stern look.]
Okay Harry. Start talking.
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