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thisavrou_ooc2016-12-02 06:24 pm
hohnkai) wrote in 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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What do you mean, it did a number on me? [He uses his free hand to pat his own chest a little uncertainly, and then reaches up to smooth his hair and scratch briefly at his beard. Everything seems to be in order...
He twists his arm in Varric's grip slightly, just enough to return that forearm clasp. The physical contact, in addition to just the sight of his best friend, is hugely comforting.]
And when have I ever had any idea what's going on? Your guess is as good as mine. [SHRUG] Although if you want my opinion, it looks to me like someone else is having a really bad day and decided to drag a bunch of innocent bystanders through time and space to share in it.
What do you mean, it did a number on me? [He uses his free hand to pat his own chest a little uncertainly, and then reaches up to smooth his hair and scratch briefly at his beard. Everything seems to be in order...
He twists his arm in Varric's grip slightly, just enough to return that forearm clasp. The physical contact, in addition to just the sight of his best friend, is hugely comforting.]
And when have I ever had any idea what's going on? Your guess is as good as mine. [SHRUG] Although if you want my opinion, it looks to me like someone else is having a really bad day and decided to drag a bunch of innocent bystanders through time and space to share in it.
[There's definitely something different about the way Hawke is carrying herself, but he can't quite put a finger on it. It is enough, however, to also keep him from laying a finger on her in spite of the close quarters.]
Oh, if only! You wouldn't happen to have any tips, would you?
Oh, if only! You wouldn't happen to have any tips, would you?
"I wish we knew how to help them," she replies, because she can't not think about it, especially when she's one of the ones affected. "But I don't know anything about engineering, so I wouldn't know how to fix the Ingress." Back in Antarctica, engineering had been MacReady's area of expertise. Now Mei wishes she would have sat down and learned at least something about it from the expert.
[The Big Sister is already on her feet when the woman begins to transform, crouched low in preparation to dodge whatever plasmid the woman is readying -- perhaps Incinerate judging by the flickers of red -- planning exactly where to plunge the needle through her chest to pull the ADAM straight out of her heart--
But nothing happens. The sparks of red die out and the woman’s transformation fades away as quickly as it had come. Was it an accident? The Big Sister’s furious snarls don’t stop out completely -- but they do quiet some in confusion as the woman squats down and holds out an arm. The Big Sister’s eyes dart from the woman’s open hand to her face as she speaks, trying to guess her intention. What had been the point of that display if she wasn't going to attack?
There’s a good few seconds where the Big Sister does nothing but watch the woman and weigh her options, racket softening to a baseline wary growl. The helmet is still stuck and she’s still too weak to remove it by herself. She’s unarmored for the most part, and recent experience has shown that even if she could get her armor on, she wouldn’t be able to move, much less fight in it. Neither does she have access to plasmids, which the splicer clearly does.
The reluctant conclusion she comes to is that if the splicer wanted to harm her, she already could have, helmet or no. Slowly, the light from her face-plate fades from red to yellow and her growling wanes to what could almost be taken for a frustrated grumble if not for the distortion. The Big Sister reaches up for her helmet and once again tries to twist it to the side. Just as before, the rusted metal sticks, with no sign of giving way. With some effort, she lifts her head to regard the splicer again. Does she think she can do any better?]
But nothing happens. The sparks of red die out and the woman’s transformation fades away as quickly as it had come. Was it an accident? The Big Sister’s furious snarls don’t stop out completely -- but they do quiet some in confusion as the woman squats down and holds out an arm. The Big Sister’s eyes dart from the woman’s open hand to her face as she speaks, trying to guess her intention. What had been the point of that display if she wasn't going to attack?
There’s a good few seconds where the Big Sister does nothing but watch the woman and weigh her options, racket softening to a baseline wary growl. The helmet is still stuck and she’s still too weak to remove it by herself. She’s unarmored for the most part, and recent experience has shown that even if she could get her armor on, she wouldn’t be able to move, much less fight in it. Neither does she have access to plasmids, which the splicer clearly does.
The reluctant conclusion she comes to is that if the splicer wanted to harm her, she already could have, helmet or no. Slowly, the light from her face-plate fades from red to yellow and her growling wanes to what could almost be taken for a frustrated grumble if not for the distortion. The Big Sister reaches up for her helmet and once again tries to twist it to the side. Just as before, the rusted metal sticks, with no sign of giving way. With some effort, she lifts her head to regard the splicer again. Does she think she can do any better?]
"They put me on the defense weapons so there was not much I could do for this specific situation, unfortunately. But I can at least help you."
Another smile for her, to hopefully make her a bit more comfortable. "Is there anyone you happen to be looking for?"
Another smile for her, to hopefully make her a bit more comfortable. "Is there anyone you happen to be looking for?"
[ Probably not The Best thing to come out of your mouth at the first opportunity, your Inquisitorialness. Because the Warden here - his bad luck for aiming that statement at her of all people - is eyeing you with distinct amusement. ]
Because that isn't suspicious at all. Done this quite a lot, have we?
[ The guilty almost always carry on about their innocence to anyone and everyone they can get to listen, in her experience. Not always. Just often.
As for the glowy hand thing, just don't point it in her direction. She's already got a healthy respect for things that glow ominously like that. ]
Saying "this time" is hardly the best way to inspire confidence, you realize.
Because that isn't suspicious at all. Done this quite a lot, have we?
[ The guilty almost always carry on about their innocence to anyone and everyone they can get to listen, in her experience. Not always. Just often.
As for the glowy hand thing, just don't point it in her direction. She's already got a healthy respect for things that glow ominously like that. ]
Saying "this time" is hardly the best way to inspire confidence, you realize.
"I'm a climatology!" she states proudly, accepting the hand and getting back to her feet. There's a bit of a wobble as she does, but she holds out an arm to balance herself and stays upright.
"I specialize in monitoring abnormal climate changes in an effort to discover what causes them and how to prevent them to preserve the world for future generations. What about you? What do you do?"
"I specialize in monitoring abnormal climate changes in an effort to discover what causes them and how to prevent them to preserve the world for future generations. What about you? What do you do?"
[It's hard to mistake that appearance, since he's probably the only one that looks like he does. His shoulders go rigid at first, but it's his name that someone is yelling and when he turns to see, imagine his surprise when it's a familiar face.]
Miss Jean!
[And he wastes no time, rushing up to her as quickly as he can manage, a vibrant grin coming across his face and his arms stretching out to latch around her waist once he is close enough.]
Miss Jean!
[And he wastes no time, rushing up to her as quickly as he can manage, a vibrant grin coming across his face and his arms stretching out to latch around her waist once he is close enough.]
"You're doing a very good job of it, ma'am," she says politely. It's easy to open up to her with her friendly face. "Not really. I was on my own when I was taken, doing research in the mountains. But I'd like to get to know everyone here."
Mettaton doesn't respond for what seems like an eternity, but what probably only lasted five seconds. Five very long seconds in which he was practically lost in himself, not sure whether to argue or to agree, because the fact of the matter was that it all hurt.
Every single derogatory statement Chara had used against him bit into him like the sharp tip of a knife piercing through his very SOUL.
Mettaton looks up and there's something unspeakable in his eye, like he's really just considering whether he wants to slap that smug little smile off of Chara's face, rip it off slowly and watch them bleed out, or just...break down right there.
Instead, he closes his eye and speaks quietly.
"You have made your point. I'll take my leave."
They're right, they are. He's an awful, terrible monster and he cannot ever resolve that in himself. At least they'd reminded him.
Mettaton turns his back on Chara. It's almost an invitation--but it isn't as if he care about being vulnerable. He's been vulnerable for months, and this is what he had wanted anyway. Someone to agree with him, that he is a bad person.
I don't deserve sympathy. I don't deserve to have a family here. I couldn't even be a good cousin to my real family.
He begins to walk away, repeating those thoughts to himself.
Chara had won. They didn't even need a weapon after all.
Every single derogatory statement Chara had used against him bit into him like the sharp tip of a knife piercing through his very SOUL.
Mettaton looks up and there's something unspeakable in his eye, like he's really just considering whether he wants to slap that smug little smile off of Chara's face, rip it off slowly and watch them bleed out, or just...break down right there.
Instead, he closes his eye and speaks quietly.
"You have made your point. I'll take my leave."
They're right, they are. He's an awful, terrible monster and he cannot ever resolve that in himself. At least they'd reminded him.
Mettaton turns his back on Chara. It's almost an invitation--but it isn't as if he care about being vulnerable. He's been vulnerable for months, and this is what he had wanted anyway. Someone to agree with him, that he is a bad person.
I don't deserve sympathy. I don't deserve to have a family here. I couldn't even be a good cousin to my real family.
He begins to walk away, repeating those thoughts to himself.
Chara had won. They didn't even need a weapon after all.
I never try too hard. If I set a precedent, people will actually start relying on me to do things.
[Even moreso than they already do. He knows how that works.
Champion, who's been sitting like a good boy while Hawke talks to the stranger, chooses that moment to let out a quiet Bwoof! and pushes his giant head under his master's hand. Garrett begins to absently scratch the dog's ears as he notes the large dog behind Hawke 2.
And, while he's been taking in the vast amount of wreckage since he was first pulled here, her recitation prompts him to have a second quick glance around.]
Hm. So, business as usual, then?
[Even moreso than they already do. He knows how that works.
Champion, who's been sitting like a good boy while Hawke talks to the stranger, chooses that moment to let out a quiet Bwoof! and pushes his giant head under his master's hand. Garrett begins to absently scratch the dog's ears as he notes the large dog behind Hawke 2.
And, while he's been taking in the vast amount of wreckage since he was first pulled here, her recitation prompts him to have a second quick glance around.]
Hm. So, business as usual, then?
[ he gives her a second, slightly harassed sideways glance. ] Twice. That's two times too many, frankly. [ he plants a hand on his hip, the other lifting to rub his face tiredly. ] But at least this isn't the Fade, so with any luck, there'll be no demons involved. [ he's not holding his breath on that one. in his experience, there are always demons. somehow.
anyway-- he turns to peer at her properly, making a gesture toward the crash. ] Sorry, but did you get a better explanation for-- for that? I heard something about a ship, but frankly, that doesn't look like any ship I've ever seen. And did anyone mention anything about going home? [ because, you know, he left some things cooking back in thedas. ]
anyway-- he turns to peer at her properly, making a gesture toward the crash. ] Sorry, but did you get a better explanation for-- for that? I heard something about a ship, but frankly, that doesn't look like any ship I've ever seen. And did anyone mention anything about going home? [ because, you know, he left some things cooking back in thedas. ]
[He has a pretty good idea! And it's been with him since he recovered it, so he knows a lot about where it's been since then!!]
Quaint scenic locations are never as advertised. It wouldn't be difficult to spin a tale of misfortune and tragedy to explain the discrepancy. In fact, that should bring the tourists out in droves.
...It's a shame our potatoes and our still didn't come along with us. If there truly is no tavern nearby, then we'd be set for life.
Quaint scenic locations are never as advertised. It wouldn't be difficult to spin a tale of misfortune and tragedy to explain the discrepancy. In fact, that should bring the tourists out in droves.
...It's a shame our potatoes and our still didn't come along with us. If there truly is no tavern nearby, then we'd be set for life.
[ She's still so stunned by him being her but it's really him! Her arms go around him immediately in return. Why is he so small? Whatever. Right now at least he's here and seems to be okay.
And he knows her. It's enough to get a laugh out of her, relieved and grateful. ]
You can call me "Jean", silly.
[ At least she knows she's already told him that after they were officially made part of the team. A hand goes to his hair, unable to really help it. He's so tiny. ]
What happened?
And he knows her. It's enough to get a laugh out of her, relieved and grateful. ]
You can call me "Jean", silly.
[ At least she knows she's already told him that after they were officially made part of the team. A hand goes to his hair, unable to really help it. He's so tiny. ]
What happened?
Nah. If I think too hard about it I'll start to panic.
[S H R U G.]
Anyway, I've been in worse places. Even if there is no tavern here, it's still better than some.
Not much better, mind you, but still. A marginal amount.
[He holds up a hand with his thumb and index finger pinched about a centimeter apart to illustrate the amount of "better" that he's talking about.]
[S H R U G.]
Anyway, I've been in worse places. Even if there is no tavern here, it's still better than some.
Not much better, mind you, but still. A marginal amount.
[He holds up a hand with his thumb and index finger pinched about a centimeter apart to illustrate the amount of "better" that he's talking about.]
[ THEN WHY WOULD Y--
Wait. You know what? She's going to make the executive decision here that she doesn't want to know. At all. Her mind is already going to go places without further prompting.
Inner monologue notwithstanding, Cousland heaves a put-upon sigh, shoulders drooping a little. ]
Ah, yes. The potatoes. What a shame... so much wasted profit.
[ They'd have to start from scratch, wouldn't they? After all that hard work and... shudder... sweat. By the Maker, she's not cut out to be a farmer or anyone voluntarily rolling around in the mud all day. ]
D'you think anyone would mind if we just go rogue and make a booze tax for anyone using a main road? Faster that way. Less... digging. And pulling weeds. Work in general.
Wait. You know what? She's going to make the executive decision here that she doesn't want to know. At all. Her mind is already going to go places without further prompting.
Inner monologue notwithstanding, Cousland heaves a put-upon sigh, shoulders drooping a little. ]
Ah, yes. The potatoes. What a shame... so much wasted profit.
[ They'd have to start from scratch, wouldn't they? After all that hard work and... shudder... sweat. By the Maker, she's not cut out to be a farmer or anyone voluntarily rolling around in the mud all day. ]
D'you think anyone would mind if we just go rogue and make a booze tax for anyone using a main road? Faster that way. Less... digging. And pulling weeds. Work in general.
You sure about that? [ The question is stated in a mild enough tone, buffing her nails on her shirt in a study of casual indifference. ] Can never be sure it's not the Fade. One second you're having a lovely dinner, and the next thing you know, your mother-in-law turns into a Rage demon and hogs all the pudding desserts.
[ Yeah. How's that for a horror story, huh? ]
I did not, no. The usual 'whoops, our mistake, off you go' and subsequent aimless wandering around. They're not the most organized kidnappers.
[ Yeah. How's that for a horror story, huh? ]
I did not, no. The usual 'whoops, our mistake, off you go' and subsequent aimless wandering around. They're not the most organized kidnappers.
Who, me? Of course not.
[ Oh, the deadpan sarcasm. ]
It was a theoretical suggestion. You know, for the sake of... science. Very easy, very profitable science.
[ Oh, the deadpan sarcasm. ]
It was a theoretical suggestion. You know, for the sake of... science. Very easy, very profitable science.
* You WON!
The increase of a number, the rise of EXP.
One does not really need a blade or a weapon to wound. Words cut just as deep, if not deeper. And they stand there, unblinking, smiling, their hands clasped behind their back as they watch him leave.
Victorious.
The increase of a number, the rise of EXP.
One does not really need a blade or a weapon to wound. Words cut just as deep, if not deeper. And they stand there, unblinking, smiling, their hands clasped behind their back as they watch him leave.
Victorious.
"If I was not, I would question my status as a mother." Though with her age, it might have been expected. Despite her statement though, her job as a real mother wasn't too amazing so far. "If it is not too much, then you can call me Ana. How about yourself?"
I'm... sorry?
[pardon her, Hana, Sieglinde is most certainly not a gamer. She is from a medieval-y military background, however, so words like 'party' and 'raid' do have meaning to her - albeit a much more literal one.]
I don't know if I'd say we're much of a party, this is all quite disorganized. And even if we were, I'm not certain there are any plans to raid anything.
[They're just travelling to the hub to get things set right, aren't they? She may be a warrior by trade, but even Sieglinde can understand that violence will (hopefully) not be necessary in this situation.]
[pardon her, Hana, Sieglinde is most certainly not a gamer. She is from a medieval-y military background, however, so words like 'party' and 'raid' do have meaning to her - albeit a much more literal one.]
I don't know if I'd say we're much of a party, this is all quite disorganized. And even if we were, I'm not certain there are any plans to raid anything.
[They're just travelling to the hub to get things set right, aren't they? She may be a warrior by trade, but even Sieglinde can understand that violence will (hopefully) not be necessary in this situation.]
Sure. No darkspawn to follow the Blight. Yet.
[She knows better. After the Breach, there's always a yet.Solas is nothing but a bloody walking "yet." Arsehole.]
Panic time's now, genius.
[She knows better. After the Breach, there's always a yet.
Panic time's now, genius.
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[ a stunned pause follows, and he startles into laughter. ] I can't say I've ever experienced that. [ he wiggles his glowing fingers at her. ] I meant being physically in the Fade, though. This place doesn't look like it at all.
[ her response helps, though-- at least he knows she's also from thedas.. or at least somewhere that's enough like thedas to also have the fade. and rage demons. that's sort of comforting, considering that he was gearing up to be entirely alone here.
after a moment, he heaves a sigh, reaching up to flip his braid back over his shoulder. ] No, they really aren't. You'd think they'd have some sort of itinerary for us, you know.. interrogations at this time, pleas-for-mercy at this time, followed by a light lunch--
[ her response helps, though-- at least he knows she's also from thedas.. or at least somewhere that's enough like thedas to also have the fade. and rage demons. that's sort of comforting, considering that he was gearing up to be entirely alone here.
after a moment, he heaves a sigh, reaching up to flip his braid back over his shoulder. ] No, they really aren't. You'd think they'd have some sort of itinerary for us, you know.. interrogations at this time, pleas-for-mercy at this time, followed by a light lunch--
What really? It's not that hard, just get a decent tank and a healer together and we can mow anything down!
[Because you know, that works in any reality, right? Well, it did to take down the omnic crisis. She smiles to the new comer and then as she gets closer she sees just out...out of place they are in that armor....and how familiar it is.]
Wow! Is that a cosplay? Or were you doing LARP?
[Because you know, that works in any reality, right? Well, it did to take down the omnic crisis. She smiles to the new comer and then as she gets closer she sees just out...out of place they are in that armor....and how familiar it is.]
Wow! Is that a cosplay? Or were you doing LARP?
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