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Survival is the exception
"living is an act of courage."
THROUGH THE INGRESSThe Ingress has pulled you in. Your body experiences several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. Once equilibrium has been reestablished, you will notice you are standing on a rocky planet. Former crew of the Moira are there to greet you, and it’s a grim message they have to share. The Moira has crashed and is beyond repair, but there’s good news... the destination the crew has been heading towards for over a year? You’re standing on it. But before you get into exploration and survival, it’s best to deal with the effects of coming through a broken Ingress. ☄ slip and tripfind your footing fastComing through the Ingress has left your character with one of three changes - an age slip, a form of body horror, or an extreme weakness. The first, the age slip, will mean that the character is either older or younger and this change can’t be rectified during their first month in game. The second, body horror, comes in the form of an alteration to the character's body due to whatever they were carrying at the time they came through. If they were wearing a watch, it’s now fused to their wrist, clothes are permanent, knifes replace fingers, and many other alterations (anything goes) and it lasts the first month as well. The third, extreme weakness, can be a mental or physical decrease - weaker arms, legs, or the weaker ability to talk or do math.
ooc: the choice of change is up to each player and this prompt can be game canon.
☄ introductions aren’t awkwardas long as you don’t shake their hand too longA new planet. Physical and mental changes. Talk of a ship that crashed and a Hub that is home to the ‘creators’ of a technology you’ve never heard of. A lot is happening and the best way to sort through it is by getting to know the Moira’s crew. They’ll help you settle in and get you any care you might need, all the while informing you that the group is on its way to the center of the hub. Something that might seem mundane is an absolute necessity for survival. Ask a seasoned space traveling veteran for answers and guidance.
ooc: this prompt can be game canon.
☄ dealer's choicejust make the right oneCharacters have the option of coming through an Ingress that is any possible location on this planet. It can be inside a cave, at the top of a rock formation, etc. This means you can have your character have to climb or slide down, have them yelling for help, and have other characters see them and come to their aid. Your character's arrival is completely up to you, and since this is a unique situation that hasn't happened before, go nuts with it!
ooc: this prompt can be game canon.
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thisavrou_ooc2016-12-02 06:24 pm
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OY!
[ Which is to say, roundabout no poise or grace at all. The helmet rolls off of her lap as she flails, yowling unhappily. ]
WHAT'S THE BIG IDEA?!
[ She doesn't yank her arm back in fear of potentially hurting the girl, but there's indignity written into every line of her body.
The Sister will, of course, find the arm to be in perfectly pristine condition asides from some smears of rust. ]
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No ADAM?
[At least, that’s what she tries to say. The words are all but lost in a strange gurgle that sounds like a cross between air bubbling up through liquid and metal grating against itself. If the woman focuses on the movement of the Big Sister’s lips, however, she may be able to decipher what she’s saying.]
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[ Masane, unfortunately, is a Japanese woman whose closest exposure to potential English speakers are Chou-San (asides from excited exclamations though, the old man spoke Japanese with them) and a huge, peaceful Hawaiian fellow named Michael with whom she and her daughter had shared the communal home with. The latter had never spoken a single word and communicated almost exclusively through pensive staring.
English lip reading is right off the table.
Fortunately, after a bit of blank staring, Masane assumes the series of really bizarre noises was some kind of alien language. She gingerly slips her TAB out of her pocket with a set of barbs.
Glares at it.
And shakes it as if that'd solve the problem somehow. ]
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A different approach will have to be used. Once she has the woman’s attention again, the Big Sister extends one arm, the needle glinting menacingly in front of her as she does so. Except, she doesn’t point it at the woman. Instead, she angles her arm so it’s not the needle but the ADAM-stained bottle on her wrist that’s facing her. She taps the bottle with the bottle with her other hand, then points at the woman.
Does she take ADAM or not?]
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[ For all that Masane was nearly impervious to anything but another Blade weapon when she was fully transformed, needles still gave her the heebie jeebies. Huge needles gave her the even bigger heebie jeebies. She makes a face and leans away when the Sister raises the needle up waaayy too close, hair spiking up red at the edges.
Eventually, she gets over herself long enough to figure out the teen was trying to say something and her eyes dart down at the 'plink' of glass. ]
I'm... not a druggie?
[ She's not entirely sure what this is all about but she knows she doesn't like needles and she knows nothing about whatever the heck is in that bottle. ]
why do i keep making typos in this thread omg. i've made like 3 so far.
The Big Sister gives a frustrated shake of her head. Maybe there’s no answering it. It’s not like she should expect anything to make sense in this strange place, where the ocean floats above them without a ceiling and where people show no fear of one of Rapture’s most deadly Protectors.
One of Rapture’s most deadly Protectors who seems to be having a bit of a pout right now. She gruffly snatches her helmet from the ground and, with some effort, places it in her own lap, not even looking at the woman.
Why can’t she just be normal like a splicer?]
haha, about the same over here, don't worry! i think it's just writing things out really quickly.
Puffing her bangs out of the eyes with the appropriate level of disgruntlement to match the girl's pouting, she plants a hand on her knee and just stares for a long few seconds, trying to figure out what she'd done wrong. By all accounts, Masane thought she should've been pretty golden right after pulling that dumb helmet off.
When no answer comes from her efforts to just will it into existence, she eventually sighs and settles down cross-legged on the rocky ground. Reaching out with one long, wiry tentacle, she scribes her name in the dirt with its bladed tip. ]
I'm Masane. Amaha Masane.
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The woman’s words provide some clarity. Except, the Big Sister doesn’t have a name to reply with and even if she did, the woman wouldn’t understand. She turns away again, frame rigid with disgruntlement. Why is the woman telling her these things? She didn’t ask.
She simmers long enough for any reasonable person to think that the conversation is over. And then, just as quickly as she had turned away, she turns back towards the woman’s name scratched into the dirt, reaching out with the needle mounted on her arm to scrawl something next to it, shoulders hunched in what could either be focus or anger.
A few seconds later, it becomes clear she’s not writing anything, but drawing. It progresses into what appears to be a rudimentary depiction of two girls holding hands, one taller than the other. A circle scratched around the taller of the two completes the image.
That done, the Big Sister stares at her work, a low rumble of displeasure already starting in her throat. Roughly three seconds later and the needle suddenly lashes out again, this time furiously scribbling out the crude drawing.
Communication: attempted.]
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She's trying to be, though. There was a young girl who wasn't actively trying to kill her here and there's no way she's giving this up!
... The odds are looking kind of poor after a full minute though. Crossing her arm and tentacles, the woman's lips twist and she was just about to try again-
The teen gets up before she could open her mouth. Startled back into silence, Masane watches as she scribbles, expression fading from annoyance to puzzlement. As things become more clear, her brows knit together in quiet understanding. ]
Ah, [ she says, suddenly reminded of Riko all over again. Masane wants to ask and she almost does, but the girl suddenly starts scribbling furiously over the drawing. ]
Wait- hey! [ Reaching out place her hand on the needle arm, she tries to stop it before the drawing was completely erased. ] That was good! You didn't have to erase it!
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It’s a lot of effort for someone so drained. The Big Sister’s breathing is already ragged, each breath sounding like the scrape of nails over a chalkboard. She stares hard at Masane. She’s angry -- angry at the woman’s non-understanding, angry that it had convinced her to indulge in something so childish -- but not this angry. The needle wavers a moment longer and then drops away from the woman’s throat.
She wouldn’t be surprised if Masane ran away now.]
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The needle wouldn't have broken her skin. Missiles hadn't broken her skin and the girl wielding the weapon hadn't been strong enough to get her own helmet off. If there had been a chance for her to truly get hurt- well, the Witchblade generally moved fast enough to slice bullets apart.
Masane doesn't want to hurt her though.
Said weapon still bristles against the ground, glowing faintly, but the woman clamps down on it, staring stubbornly up at pale face above her. When the teen eventually does draw away, she doesn't move for a good while, quietly debating what to say. What to do.
Sighing quietly, she runs her fingers through her bangs and then sits up. ]
It was good, [ she repeats firmly. ] I thought it was really cute.
[ There's another pause before Masane pushes up, onto her feet, dusting the dirt and pebbles off of her arms and legs. Once that was done with, he puts her hands on her hips, giving the gangly kid before her a once-over, frowning quietly. ]
You want some space?
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She dismisses the woman’s offer with a toss of her head, her stance defiant. She points to what remains of the scribbled out sketch in the dirt with the tip of her needle, gaze locked with Masane’s.
If it was so good, then what did she think it meant?]