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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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[He rubs his chin a little. No, he has nothing to say about her being a fighter. After all, she looks older than Giorno himself and he's done plenty of fighting in his day.
He's more wondering about a mech.]
What's a mech? Wait...instead of a description, knowing its capabilities would be more important.
He's more wondering about a mech.]
What's a mech? Wait...instead of a description, knowing its capabilities would be more important.
[Erskine's successfully gotten himself out of his own rocky (pun intended) start on this new planet, and he's received at least some kind of a vague introduction to the situation. It wasn't satisfactory in the slightest, but not much more seems to be forthcoming for the moment. So instead of hanging around and waiting for a miracle, he takes off exploring.
Maybe he'll get lucky and run into his fiance while he's at it.
A guy can dream, right?
He's military-trained, despite the finely tailored three-piece suit he's wearing, so his scan of the surrounding area is fairly thorough... he just forgets to look up. At least until a chunk of ice comes crashing down a few feet to his left.
He jumps back, hopefully out of the range of any more such falling obstacles, and then peers up at the ledge and the person who seems just a wee bit stranded up there.]
Hello? You alright up there?
Maybe he'll get lucky and run into his fiance while he's at it.
A guy can dream, right?
He's military-trained, despite the finely tailored three-piece suit he's wearing, so his scan of the surrounding area is fairly thorough... he just forgets to look up. At least until a chunk of ice comes crashing down a few feet to his left.
He jumps back, hopefully out of the range of any more such falling obstacles, and then peers up at the ledge and the person who seems just a wee bit stranded up there.]
Hello? You alright up there?
It's equip with two short range fusion canons that fire 3 rounds and require zero reload. It has limited flying capabilities and can also shield on coming ballistics for a limited time.
[She says this with a smile and a wink.]
It's capable of anything in the right hands.
[She says this with a smile and a wink.]
It's capable of anything in the right hands.
[More blinking. Though it's not too fantastical sounding, considering their current situation. Though he could only imagine fusion cannons...though his mind was on something more Star Wars in size.]
I won't doubt your word on that. Seeing that it isn't with you, it is either too big to lug around all the time or else you have a way to bring it here nearly instantly.
If it happens to be the former, I can assist with that.
And I should apologize for being rude. We've been speaking but I haven't introduced myself. I'm Giorno Giovanna.
I won't doubt your word on that. Seeing that it isn't with you, it is either too big to lug around all the time or else you have a way to bring it here nearly instantly.
If it happens to be the former, I can assist with that.
And I should apologize for being rude. We've been speaking but I haven't introduced myself. I'm Giorno Giovanna.
[She gives a small giggle at the imagine of herself dragging her mech around.]
Nope! It walks! It can move itself and I can summon it to my location with this. [She points to her watch which has the blinking emblem of a pixel rabbit.] So, no worries there.
[When he introduces herself, she smiles at him and extends her hand out.]
Hana Song, but most know me by D.Va.
Nope! It walks! It can move itself and I can summon it to my location with this. [She points to her watch which has the blinking emblem of a pixel rabbit.] So, no worries there.
[When he introduces herself, she smiles at him and extends her hand out.]
Hana Song, but most know me by D.Va.
[Oh no. People have heard of her - that can't be good, can it? Is it because she left Catarina? Has she been expelled from the knighthood for leaving?
Oh gods, how in the world have people heard of her?]
Erm, well met, Madame Diva. G-good stories, I hope?
[Honestly she hasn't even had the opportunity to question this strange woman's manner of dress or where she's from. She's too self-conscious to really concern herself with that.]
Oh gods, how in the world have people heard of her?]
Erm, well met, Madame Diva. G-good stories, I hope?
[Honestly she hasn't even had the opportunity to question this strange woman's manner of dress or where she's from. She's too self-conscious to really concern herself with that.]
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My pleasure.
[Hand shakes are a go. That at least crosses the boundaries of separate worlds.
Though, when he reaches out, it gets quite obvious that he has vines running through and across the skin on his arms.]
Since you've been upfront, I should do the same in return. You can call it magic or whatever you would prefer but I can turn inanimate objects into living flora and fauna. If there is any reason you might need something of that type, please let me know.
[Hand shakes are a go. That at least crosses the boundaries of separate worlds.
Though, when he reaches out, it gets quite obvious that he has vines running through and across the skin on his arms.]
Since you've been upfront, I should do the same in return. You can call it magic or whatever you would prefer but I can turn inanimate objects into living flora and fauna. If there is any reason you might need something of that type, please let me know.
[She watches the splicer inch closer, fighting the urge to either lunge forward or scare her off with a scream. For all that the splicer is too close for comfort, she still hasn’t shown any sign of hostility -- and she wouldn’t be the first person here to help her, even if it’s without explanation.
Still, there’s a long moment of hesitation when the woman holds out an arm for her to brace her helmet against. Allowing a splicer this close is already ludicrous. Literally placing her head in one’s arms seems suicidal.
She thinks again to the woman’s hand glowing with a plasmid only seconds earlier. It would have been far easier for her to finish off her opponent with a blast of Incinerate rather than to try and trick her into a grapple. And they’re close enough now that if she tried, she’d have a needle through her chest faster than she could blink. The image brings the Big Sister some sense of reassurance. At least, enough that after another moment of vacillation, she finally tucks her head rather roughly against the woman’s arm. She wants this over with and she wants it quickly. She can already feel a sharp prickle of discomfort that has nothing to do with the weight of the helmet on her neck.]
Still, there’s a long moment of hesitation when the woman holds out an arm for her to brace her helmet against. Allowing a splicer this close is already ludicrous. Literally placing her head in one’s arms seems suicidal.
She thinks again to the woman’s hand glowing with a plasmid only seconds earlier. It would have been far easier for her to finish off her opponent with a blast of Incinerate rather than to try and trick her into a grapple. And they’re close enough now that if she tried, she’d have a needle through her chest faster than she could blink. The image brings the Big Sister some sense of reassurance. At least, enough that after another moment of vacillation, she finally tucks her head rather roughly against the woman’s arm. She wants this over with and she wants it quickly. She can already feel a sharp prickle of discomfort that has nothing to do with the weight of the helmet on her neck.]
[ Qunari were born with weapons for limbs. Look at his head, lower that horned puppy down and forward and someone's likely to be turned into a horned shishkabob. ]
I know, right? It's pretty badass. Figure it's gonna take some getting used to, though.
[ Bull takes a moment to look the woman over, one eyed and all. ]
Glad to see I'm not the only one from Thedas.
I know, right? It's pretty badass. Figure it's gonna take some getting used to, though.
[ Bull takes a moment to look the woman over, one eyed and all. ]
Glad to see I'm not the only one from Thedas.
Good. I have a list of people whose foreheads I'll stick it on.
[SORRY GIRL. Hawke thinks that any shoes that are not boots are ridiculous. Especially the ones with heels. At the look, Hawke gives a shrug with the arm that's not around Pepper's waist.]
It's... somehow not unexpected. Most of us managed to escape unscathed. Honestly, I'm just happy that another ship didn't end up crashing on top of us after we landed. That would be our line of luck.
[SORRY GIRL. Hawke thinks that any shoes that are not boots are ridiculous. Especially the ones with heels. At the look, Hawke gives a shrug with the arm that's not around Pepper's waist.]
It's... somehow not unexpected. Most of us managed to escape unscathed. Honestly, I'm just happy that another ship didn't end up crashing on top of us after we landed. That would be our line of luck.
Funny that. Most take one look at me and they run the other way screaming for the hills and pissing their pants.
[ A familiar, friendly face. What a good thing to have nearby in a place they had no idea about. ]
I'm shocked, Varric. Never thought you had it in you to replace the old girl. What's her name?
[ From where he was standing, Bull knew it was still Bianca strapped to his back. ]
[ A familiar, friendly face. What a good thing to have nearby in a place they had no idea about. ]
I'm shocked, Varric. Never thought you had it in you to replace the old girl. What's her name?
[ From where he was standing, Bull knew it was still Bianca strapped to his back. ]
Hi Robert.
[There, sitting on a pile of boxes is a young lady wearing a rather odd looking skin tight suit with what looks like stickers of company logos all down her leg. Some might even look familiar as one is a rather famous American gaming company. She waves before she hopes down and moves closer. Robert you are now in the presence of a very peppy 19 year old.]
I'm Hana Song, but a lot of people know me as D.Va.
[She's hoping someone here will recognize the name. At least then she would know she is n't alone here.]
Oh, NASA? Then you should be the one telling us what happened, right? Isn't space what you kinda do?
[There, sitting on a pile of boxes is a young lady wearing a rather odd looking skin tight suit with what looks like stickers of company logos all down her leg. Some might even look familiar as one is a rather famous American gaming company. She waves before she hopes down and moves closer. Robert you are now in the presence of a very peppy 19 year old.]
I'm Hana Song, but a lot of people know me as D.Va.
[She's hoping someone here will recognize the name. At least then she would know she is n't alone here.]
Oh, NASA? Then you should be the one telling us what happened, right? Isn't space what you kinda do?
[ The Maker should forgive a lot of crap involving them and their team when it comes to wanting to tear Solas apart. ]
A gift from the Qun.
[ It's his favorite elf. But...something's off about her. She's younger looking? She's always looked young to him, most elves did. ]
A gift from the Qun.
[ It's his favorite elf. But...something's off about her. She's younger looking? She's always looked young to him, most elves did. ]
[Even if she had noticed her own state of being, it's easier to focus on feeling unnerved when it's something big like this, not something small that's harder to explain. Younger, older (well, she'd be a little more peeved if it was older), that's nothing next to an axe...for a hand.]
Oh, right, regular old ha-ha. I know what an axe is. [Well, at least the attitude now matches the age?] You tired of people not taking half your name seriously or what?
[Really, everyone's just lucky she hasn't found a mage to blame this on yet. Though the mirror...thing is convenient enough. Though not as fun to yell at.]
Oh, right, regular old ha-ha. I know what an axe is. [Well, at least the attitude now matches the age?] You tired of people not taking half your name seriously or what?
[
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[ Despite herself, Masane is surprised that the girl accepts it. The grumpy bump of the helmet against her inner elbow nearly knocks her flat on her ass. She kind of just stays there, tentacled mass spread, stiff with surprise.
Then the Witchblade solidifies into something vaguely resembling an arm and Masane tries not to think about it too hard. She clamps the helmet between bicep and hand, then plants the semi-formed limb against the kid's gorget, barbs curling carefully under the edge of the plate.
And then she twists-
It's more of a 'FWUMP' than a 'POP'. The rust leaves streaks in the sleeve of her cream-white cardigan but Masane pays it no mind, holding the helmet in place so that the girl could duck out. ]
Then the Witchblade solidifies into something vaguely resembling an arm and Masane tries not to think about it too hard. She clamps the helmet between bicep and hand, then plants the semi-formed limb against the kid's gorget, barbs curling carefully under the edge of the plate.
And then she twists-
It's more of a 'FWUMP' than a 'POP'. The rust leaves streaks in the sleeve of her cream-white cardigan but Masane pays it no mind, holding the helmet in place so that the girl could duck out. ]
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[ Well isn't he a sight for sore eyes— an Inquisitor. Bull was starting to believe he wouldn't bump into one at all. This little redheaded elf doesn't at all look familiar, he's not his boss, and that leaves a bit of an uncomfortable feeling deep in his gut and the question of: how is this possible? And: who is he?
Are there more than one?
Right now might not be the best time to dwell on questions that have no answers readily available. Right now it might be better to focus on the glaring fact that the mark, the anchor, is no longer situated in his hand but has crept up the length of his arm.
Not a good sign as far as Bull's concerned. ]
Sure is. [ Bull holds up the axe for him to see for himself, smirking. ] Oh, I wouldn't say I lost my hand. Looks like it's still there, five fingers and all. Just seems to have become one with the axe. Kinda like I can't let go even if I wanted to.
So— [ He nods then to the green glow. ] Care to explain that?
Are there more than one?
Right now might not be the best time to dwell on questions that have no answers readily available. Right now it might be better to focus on the glaring fact that the mark, the anchor, is no longer situated in his hand but has crept up the length of his arm.
Not a good sign as far as Bull's concerned. ]
Sure is. [ Bull holds up the axe for him to see for himself, smirking. ] Oh, I wouldn't say I lost my hand. Looks like it's still there, five fingers and all. Just seems to have become one with the axe. Kinda like I can't let go even if I wanted to.
So— [ He nods then to the green glow. ] Care to explain that?
[ oh, huh. he takes a couple of steps closer to peer at said hand, and.. yep, he's right, it's there. it just kind of.. blends, now.. he wants to poke at it a little to see if it's really fused to the axe the way it looks, but more importantly--
he glances up, pale eyes widening. oh. his own hand. he'd been trying to forget about it. he lifts it, wiggling the fingers and peering at the crackling energy thoughtfully. ]
I'm not really certain I can. I staggered into this world and my hand was already like this. [ a beat, nose wrinkling at the bridge. ] I haven't even closed any rifts recently, so I'm not sure what happened. [ he glances back up again, shrugging slightly. ] It.. doesn't hurt, so that has to be a good sign. [ up until it starts hurting, that is, which he expects to only be a matter of time. ]
he glances up, pale eyes widening. oh. his own hand. he'd been trying to forget about it. he lifts it, wiggling the fingers and peering at the crackling energy thoughtfully. ]
I'm not really certain I can. I staggered into this world and my hand was already like this. [ a beat, nose wrinkling at the bridge. ] I haven't even closed any rifts recently, so I'm not sure what happened. [ he glances back up again, shrugging slightly. ] It.. doesn't hurt, so that has to be a good sign. [ up until it starts hurting, that is, which he expects to only be a matter of time. ]
[...Fine, so he could be worse company. Even if he is some rich snob with a war dog, he doesn't talk much like one, and he lacks that ever-annoying air of pinkies-out-when-drinking-tea pretense.
She'll take it for now.]
I'm only from Ferelden. Didn't stay there. [And he'll drop it there, right? Right? She does give a slight expression of thanks, but can't quite work around how to vocalize the sentiment. Especially when she might regret saying so at any point in this conversation.] Should have, maybe. The Fade's too Fade-y here, it can stop any time now.
She'll take it for now.]
I'm only from Ferelden. Didn't stay there. [And he'll drop it there, right? Right? She does give a slight expression of thanks, but can't quite work around how to vocalize the sentiment. Especially when she might regret saying so at any point in this conversation.] Should have, maybe. The Fade's too Fade-y here, it can stop any time now.
The Axed Bull?
[She can't help but laugh at that. Honestly, it sounds awful.]
What, like all off with his head? [Stifling laughter, really, that's totally happening.] That's a thing you call somebody when they're dead.
[She can't help but laugh at that. Honestly, it sounds awful.]
What, like all off with his head? [Stifling laughter, really, that's totally happening.] That's a thing you call somebody when they're dead.
[ With almost flippant absent-mindedness, ] Was I?
[ Guess some things never change. ]
Look, it's been a hot minute and the multiverse keeps making these conversations awkward— [ He should probably get around to asking Rhodey what he lasts remembers, because damn, this might get awkward in a hurry. But first... ] Is that thing still good to fly, or do I need to princess carry you back to the outpost?
[ HE'LL DO IT. ]
[ Guess some things never change. ]
Look, it's been a hot minute and the multiverse keeps making these conversations awkward— [ He should probably get around to asking Rhodey what he lasts remembers, because damn, this might get awkward in a hurry. But first... ] Is that thing still good to fly, or do I need to princess carry you back to the outpost?
[ HE'LL DO IT. ]
It might make romance a bit difficult. Or easier depending on your type.
[She gives him a sideways grin.]
There's a few of us here. We're almost a full joke. A Ferelden, a qunari, an Antivan, and a Tevinter mage walk into the wreckage of a ruined spaceship...
[She gives him a sideways grin.]
There's a few of us here. We're almost a full joke. A Ferelden, a qunari, an Antivan, and a Tevinter mage walk into the wreckage of a ruined spaceship...
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