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C E R E A L I A ★ M O D S。 ([personal profile] reparator) wrote in [community profile] estoria2016-02-12 05:00 pm

//EVENT026.EXE

Who: All of the unlucky souls who are dragged along for the ride
When: IC: 5/22 to 5/26 ; OOC: 2/13 to 2/20
Where: The Dark Parts of Cerealia
What: File Not Found
Rating/Warning: PG-13 for violence and some scary situations; please let the mods know if the rating needs to go up or the log needs to be locked!




//event026.EXE



You're probably woken up by the explosion first. A loud, deafening boom comes from behind the walls of the residential district. When you look outside your window towards the darker, more secretive area of the city, you might see the structure around it... crumbling, the land falling in on itself slowly but surely. That might be what wakes you up first. If it doesn't, you may be awoken instead by the sudden jerking feeling behind your navel pulling you from where you are to somewhere... else.

It's dark. The first thing you notice is that it's dark -- and then come the scrabbling sounds of creatures in the dark, like metal being dragged across metal, a chilling, sharp sound. The first thing that becomes clear, as your vision adjusts, is that you're on a rickety pathway, metal and rusting and frail, above what appears to be yawning blackness. Far, far below, there's the faint sound of rushing water, a ways away.

The second thing that becomes clear is that you are very much not alone. Something is out there with you, and from the screeching metallic noises that come ever closer, it seems to be stalking you.

Thankfully, you're not alone -- right?

...

...........

................

:)


//SCENARIOS.EXE


PHASE I

[ ??? ] It’s drafty here. You’re below ground, that’s for certain from the echoes of the wind in the darkness. If you continue on forwards along the rickety, metal railing that serves as a walkway, the skittering noises of creatures in the dark follow -- but they don’t appear.

It seems everyone has been dumped along this pathway at random; you may be with friends, with enemies or with someone you’ve never met before, but either way, it soon becomes clear. There are only two ways to go along this path: up or down.

If you choose to take the path that follows a gradual slope down, the sounds of water lapping against a surface increase bit by bit, the air growing heavier and danker, until finally, the metallic platform gives way very suddenly (watch your step!) to a muddy bank. Down here, everything is darker, and not far away there’s the water. It’s cold and frigid and there are unfriendly creatures that await if you choose to delve into it. However, if you brave those creatures, and dive deeply enough, there is a mask. It rests half-buried by silt and rocks, but it’s there, and can be found by any intrepid explorers.

Somehow, it feels a little familiar.

And if you carry on in the cave system underground, eventually you will come across what appears to be an altar. There is blood on it -- not fresh, but not more than a month old -- and pieces of trinkets. Old bits of cloth, locks of hair, and some of them may even be familiar. Any dropped character who has a reasonably large amount of spiritual or magical power may have left scraps, such as pieces of clothing, trinkets, hair, or the sort behind at the altar.

Maybe that's why they weren't in the Nexus Code.

PHASE II

[ ??? ] If you go up, you will eventually make your way above ground. It takes some time, and some luck -- you’ll have to avoid rusty railing and pathways, the path crumbling under you and that creeping sensation that something is following and watching you -- and then you’ll suddenly be in fresh air.

Well. It’s not so fresh, really.

The landscape is broken down and crumbled. It may have once been part of the city of Cerealia, but now it is in utter disrepair and decay. Buildings have crumbled, and debris is everywhere. There are signs of the same level of technology that Cerealia has -- but it is all broken down and utterly inaccessible.

And you’re not alone.

It seems the technology and metal and broken down destruction has gained sentience over its time sitting alone, waiting. And it is not happy to be disturbed. The creatures are made of pieces of everything around them, and when cut down, they’ll just slowly rebuild themselves from the debris.

It might be time to run.

They aren't happy about being disturbed, and you're in their way.

PHASE III

[ ??? ] Above ground, there are a lot of broken down buildings.

Some can’t be accessed at all; some are too broken, too reduced to rubble. For those looking for shelter, they'll be able to find buildings where the doors can be forced open and they can camp out on the inside to various degrees of stability. Though the ceiling may cave in or the floor fall out from under you at a moment's notice, it's better than being out there. Be careful, because none of the architecture here can be trusted anymore.

And other buildings... are even less trustworthy than that.

There is a series of buildings in the midst of the wasteland, somehow still standing. They stand there silently, towering over the rest of the rubble in their two-story glory, and if the doors are forced open, it soon becomes clear that the building itself is full of mirrors.

Once, the mirrors had perhaps covered the walls and ceiling. Once, this building might have been akin to something of a ballet studio, somewhere to express yourself creatively. But now the mirrors are shattered and broken into pieces and the building lacks the joy it might have once held. Shards of mirror cover the floor, some big, some not so big, but they still hang from the walls as well and everywhere you look, you can see yourself.

And then, the reflection changes. From one blink to the next, you see a memory playing in the mirrors. Your memory. You’ll see a glimpse of one of your most traumatic or life-changing moments, broken up but clear in the shards. Blink and look away, and it’s gone, only to show up again in the next mirror a few moments later. Surely it’s just a trick of the light, right?

Except if someone else is with you, they’ll see it too -- and you might end up seeing a bit of their own past as well. Hope you're fond of sharing.

PHASE IV

[ ??? ] If you survive the monsters, the crumbling landscape and the untrustworthy buildings, you may eventually find a terminal. It is buried deep among the rubble. One turn around a corner, one stumble into a hole, and you will find it. It sits there, out in the middle of nowhere; the building in which it used to be housed is apparently long gone, reduced to nothing but rubble.

And if you turn it on, there is a brief message.


Transmission Broadcasting.

Transmission Connected.


And then, there is a face.

BONUS

[ ??? ] For those who have been wearing their masks a little too much, they might also start to notice that there are some strange effects attached, which worsen the more they’ve been wearing said masks. How badly they worsen is up to your discretion.

➝ Broken Mask: An intense feeling of paranoia, focused on whoever your character is with. They might also begin to remember fabricated memories of being betrayed by those people.

➝ Barcode Mask: Everything will begin to have value to them. There will be whispers in the back of their mind of the worth of their friends, the worth of a monster, the worth of everything around them. An intense need to own and consume as much as possible and as quickly as possible.

➝ Dripping Blood Mask: An intense lack of self-worth, a hollow feeling and thoughts of being weak and empty. Feeling as disposable as possible and an intense listless along with it.

:( Mask: A need to prove yourself, to show everyone how strong you are as quickly as possible. You can do things, you can be of worth to everyone around you. Why won't they see that? Why?

➝ Ivy Mask: A choking sort of terror from all things metal and technology based, and a need to lash out against it. An intense distrust for anything that they feel is against the laws of nature.

➝ Grey Mask: More personable than normal, more emotional, more empathetic. An intense feeling of kindness and gratitude to those around you and a renewed love of life.

➝ Feather Mask: A dulled, lack of emotion. A detached feeling to everything around you. A sort of bland curiosity towards things without any empathetic reaction.

➝ Bloody Fingerprints Mask: They'll feel absolutely fine. No change.

The effects of the broken mask can stack on top of the others, if they chose to break their mask after the other effects began to appear. No other effects can be stacked, as no other changes can be stacked.


PENALTY

[ ??? ] For characters who die while in the dark parts of the city, things will get... a little strange. They will die as normal, but they will wake up almost immediately after their death -- in the Nexus Code. They will have a few surreal moments to be there, to see their friends who have left Cerealia hanging lifelessly from odd, glimmering strands (though there are some faces, of course, that are missing, anyone who was spiritual, or magical, seems strangely absent) and then --

They’re back to being dead.

When characters revive in Cerealia, anywhere from one IC day to three or four IC days later, they will find that things are… not quite right with their code. They’re glitching, for a lack of a better word. Sometimes, their fingers will phase right through an object, their own limbs registering as cold and lifeless. Sometimes, they will see a face watching them -- but when they turn around to try to see who it is, the face will be gone.

These effects will last an IC week, before slowly things go back to normal.

That was strange.


[ Remember to apply proper warnings on threads with sensitive or inappropriate material and do let a mod know if your thread careens off into maiming or canoodling so we can lock the log. ]

//RUN.EXE

Welcome to Cerealia's February event! Please visit the OOC information here, and should you have any questions, feel free to ask them here! You can also check the FAQ for more general inquiries. This event will last from 2/13 to 2/20, or IC 5/22 to 5/26. Should this event log hit Captcha, there is an all-purpose overflow here. Thank you!

belfire: (deadpan)

Phase II - Above Ground

[personal profile] belfire 2016-02-13 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Kaz was in the middle of some minor, internal crisis.

The more he wandered about this place, the more the similarities to the Lockdown kept smacking him in the face. Abandoned buildings? Heavy collateral damage? Monsters roaming the area? A distinctive feeling of helplessness and dread permeating the very air? Ah, it was almost a carbon copy, except whatever place Ceres had dumped them in was... gloomier, somehow.

At least the monsters were easier to deal with. They broke easily, but they compensated by being able to pull their shredded parts together. A fact Kazuya had found out after venting his confused anger on the poor creatures with borderline disturbing violence. Thankfully, he was past that phase now, and was onto staring blankly out into the wasteland, wondering that if he willed it hard enough, he would wake up and be back to boring, every day Cerealia.

Instead he got a pebble to the face]


... ow?

[It didn't hurt much, but it succeeded in knocking him out of his pity party enough so that he spotted the lumbering monster heading his way. Ugh. He casually swept his hand, letting a wall of fire spring up between him and the monster. That'd keep it off his back for a few minutes. He then turned his attention to where the pebble had come from. Now who had...? Oh.]

William?
unswerved: (rt024)

ii

[personal profile] unswerved 2016-02-13 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ HE LEAVES YOU FOR FIVE MINUTES...!!!!

luckily for fushimi, yata is on the scene, and he arrives jumping from somewhere high and drop kicking a giant hunk of junk, his whole body glowing red.

it sends the trashy monster down, but not for long... ]


Saruhiko! [ this guy doesn't have weapons either, but he has his aura. and he grabs a metal bar that came off from the creature's body. this should work.

he looks back at the creature, face flat on the ground, then at fushimi, an immense amount of worry in his expression. ]


You're not hurt, are you?
heiroglyphs: (Default)

[personal profile] heiroglyphs 2016-02-13 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
[Woah okay, hey there haunted computer why are you flickering like that? Can't you just display stuff like a normal machine?

Bare, huh? What's that even supposed to mean? She's clearly clothed, so it's not that. Bare... face, maybe? It's wearing a mask, after all. One kind of like the one that's been following her around all week. Except... happier? Is that happy? It's a smile, but is it supposed to be happy?

Well, only one way to find out. With a sigh, she takes the frowning mask and slides it over her face.]


Okay, how's that? Can you tell me what's going on here now?
complices: (ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ。)

[personal profile] complices 2016-02-13 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ The face watches Hak's approach of the terminal without reaction and after his question, the screen will flicker black. Then, in red text: ]

B A R E

[ And the connection cuts. You're welcome to try again. ]
carcinoma: (08)

phase ii

[personal profile] carcinoma 2016-02-13 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ maybe he's a little too distracted by whatever it is he's seen in the mirror, but if he'd been paying a little more attention, kazuya might have heard the distant patter of approaching footsteps; lop had heard that call from quite a distance away, and had diligently made his way towards where he could hear someone. and when he hears the sudden roar of a fire and a startled shout, he speeds up from his jog to a full-out sprint.

the only warning kazuya's going to get is the rapid tap-tap of footsteps from behind him before there's suddenly a hand grabbing at his arm to try and yank him back away from the fire. sure, he can feel his skin grow hot, the faint smell of singed hair stinging at his nose, but lop still focuses first and foremost on dragging this poor victim (?) away from danger. ]


-- are you alright?!
corona: (‣ and i'm far too tired)

bonus.

[personal profile] corona 2016-02-13 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ Whoo! Above ground. End of the first day.

Telling time is nearly impossible in this part of the city, she's found; beneath the earth away from Cerealia's perpetual sunlight, smothered by the claustrophobic caves, there was no way to tell where they were going or when it was. But she's made it and she's never been so thankful to breathe "fresh" air in her life. In fact, Rapunzel is doing her best to channel that gratitude into helping people out like Tadashi.

Only... she's finding it increasingly hard to do as the night wears on and the sun goes down. By the time he runs into her, she's not even terribly surprised at the state of him. In fact, she laughs! ]


I'm not the one who needs help, Ham and Eggs.
beaconed: (007)

[personal profile] beaconed 2016-02-13 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
Do you think it stands for something? [ And ugh... is she really gonna make him interact via typing?! ]

Use the keys, right...

[ Man, this is so not how nature should work. -- Why is he thinking about that anyway? Okay, whatever, he cracks his knuckles and gives it a shot! ]



A S L?

[ Whispering to Rapunzel: ] Basics first, heh. Is that even a guy?
complices: (ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ。)

[personal profile] complices 2016-02-13 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ The face just watches Viridi as she talks to the terminal, giving no reaction to anything she says. After her question, the screen will flicker black and then, in red text: ]

B A R E

[ And the connection cuts. You're welcome to try again. ]
dawnsprincess: Yona looks frightened (Scared: No way...)

bonus

[personal profile] dawnsprincess 2016-02-13 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Yona clutches her bloody, cracked mask to her chest as she cautiously makes her way down the path. Some guardian she's turning out to be for Hak ... of course, some guardian he's turning out to be for her! It feels like this is the billionth time he's abandoned her in her hour of need. Maybe he's trying to tell her something — maybe he wants to leave.

Don't be ridiculous, she tells herself. Hak would tell you outright if he wanted to go. But somehow she couldn't be sure.

Questions about Hak aren't the only ones troubling her, though. There's also this feeling like she's being followed, but when she looks around, she sees nothing.

What's hiding in the darkness?]
zerotohiro: (No kidding?)

[personal profile] zerotohiro 2016-02-13 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Sorry I went back to reread something! Of course he does. He's been plagued by this mask for weeks since he and Tadashi first saw it on the terminal in the CERES tower. He's questioned and theorized and he even drew a conclusion to Yu a few days ago that the masks looked very close to this one's face. He understood that. He doesn't understand what's happening though.

On the other hand. What if his initial reaction was right? What if it wasn't an acronym but an actual word? He and Athena and Dipper had talked about it, and now he has to wonder.

Bare. His…face? The alien's wearing a mask. Maybe…

He's avoided wearing his. But…for science. He takes a deep breath and slides his mask on to make sure his face isn't bare, reconnecting to the terminal one more time.]


…may I ask you a question? [He has to be careful, he knows that. He's even being polite instead of blowing up everywhere.] What about us interests you that made you want to watch us?

["Please work please work please work, I just want to understand what's happening on this planet."]
manolia: (9)

[personal profile] manolia 2016-02-13 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
one-a
[Oh, not this shit again, is his first thought.]

[It is dark, silent save a few awkward chatters from the people who have just been dropped into another weird hellscape. One might see a point of light, though, or two; Chibi's eyes are flooded the aqua-blue color of wakfu. He is trying to use wakfu-vision to see where he's going, or at least the outlines of objects. It's been awhile, so he is rusty, but he knows he shouldn't be seeing--]

[Nothing. Aside from the people around him, not a damned thing. He blinks and tries it again; there's nothing.]

[He turns to the nearest thing he can see - a person, probably, at least something with wakfu in it - and says:]
Strange. There is absolutely nothing living down here. [He's nonchalant, like the entirety of his eyeballs aren't creepily glowing.] Aside from us, of course, but that is obvious.

one-b
[An altar. That much is familiar to Chibi - he's tended his fair share of altars - but the blood on it is a bit foreboding.]

[There are personal effects scattered around, scraps of bodies and clothing and accessories, all of people who have surely taken some turn on this altar - whether they were dead or alive when they did. Some Eliatrope sects, long ago, practiced animal sacrifice (so he hears, and so the Council very carefully tells nobody); he recognizes the blood-on-the-altar arrangement immediately. These are very personal effects, though - human sacrifice? That is unheard of. Carefully, he begins to look around, hoping he doesn't recognize anything--]

[But he recognizes the color, the finish of a large scrap of sweater that has become dirty with blood and grime. Goddess, he hopes that is not... He brings it closer and gives it a sniff (what the actual hell). He recognizes the scent; either it's the same detergent, or it is from one of England's shirts.]

[Chibi drops it, eyes shutting as he feels a creeping urge to vomit.]


two
[Finally, there is air; there is something but the crumbling metal and claustrophobic cramp of the underground. Chibi looks upon it welcomingly, though a bit less when he realizes how decayed it still is. Where the hell are they? He has so few answers, like he's piecing together an entire poem from a few torn words. But that is fun, too, isn't it? Not entirely, but he has to look at it for what it is.]

[He stops to think for a moment. It is decayed, but many years ago, it might have looked like Cerealia. Will their city not their city, but their city become like this? Those ghosts, were they once colonists too? He wishes he had his notebook to write this down, but he will have to settle for saying it aloud. There's no way--]


This is-- [One of the golems lumbers over; he feels it shaking the unsteady ground beneath him. Adrenaline spikes in his veins, and his palms glow blue to throw two portals into the air. There is someone near him, and he turns to them.] Shit, I'll talk later! Jump in!

three
[The memory he sees in the mirrors is not technically his own; it is a Vision. Every time he looks away,, another mirror flashes it into his eyes: the Mechasms descending upon their planet, stasis and fire-glow and blood all purpleish-red against the burning landscape. Chibi freezes, hands clenching into fists, staring at the mirrors wide-eyed like he's flashing back.]

[(Well, he's a space elf. Bow meow's out of the bag now.)]

[His first thought is is she back? The Goddess, the Mother of all, is she here? He looks around, blinks to see in wakfu-vision for a moment (again, nothing), then takes a few shaky steps towards the first thing he sees. --But then he seems to realize he is acting weird and forces a smile onto his face.]
That is strange.

bonus
[It has been three days, and Chibi is exhausted. It shows in the bags beneath his eyes, the way his jaw has grown stubbly, the way he moves more slowly than he would (like he is doggedly dragging himself along). Exhausting so much wakfu using portals hasn't helped, either. Why can't it be easy? Why couldn't he have been dropped somewhere with wakfu to use? Oh, because nothing here for him can ever be easy.]

[And there it is again - that yawning sorrow, that sense of worthlessness dredged up by the memory he saw. He could not stop the destruction of his world; he simply had to watch it and convey it, powerless. He cannot stop whatever is to come to this world, whatever is to befall his own people. He cannot stop his own death, nor his resurrection, again and again until he becomes--]

[You might find him alone in one of the crumbling buildings, eyes opening and closing as he sits cross-legged on the ground - he's left his companion to come meditate. He cannot focus, though, so he keeps snapping in and out of it.]


wild-card
[If we've plotted anything out, or you just want to meet Chibi or join his posse at any point, let me know!]
Edited 2016-02-13 01:56 (UTC)
coastal: (✧ hope is lost)

[personal profile] coastal 2016-02-13 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ phase i : nobody ever said it was easy ]

[Lili wasn't here when Yona's dragons were - but there's no denying the fragments of them that are left at the altar. A long ribbon with strands of green hair, the broken pieces of a mask, the shreds of white cloth. Distantly, she recalls those who helped her back home and wonders if this is why they aren't present here now.

Her hands find her own face as the tears sting at her eyes, her legs weak and shaking before she falls to her knees, stunned and shaking.]


This is... too much...

[ phase ii : no one ever said it would be this hard ]

[It's painful to know that even now, she's useless. Yet as the screeching metal comes clamoring closer, she refuses to stay still. There's shame to be found in running because she doesn't care if it means that'll keep her alive.

When the creatures approaches, she's immediately taking the arm of the person next to her and pulling (apologies if you're injured) with a yell of -]


Move, are you an idiot?!

[ phase iii : take me back to the start ]

[note: akayona spoilers for 117

Everything about this place has been too familiar to Lili. It only seems fitting then that what they show her is the exact moments before she arrived in this place. The memories come flooding back, along with the feeling of pain shocking through her dry throat and the wounds she sustained. The final moments of the memories are of nothing but dirt, her faced pushed into the ground as the soldiers words attack her ears with the precision of arrows.

We'll take her to the execution grounds.

It nearly knocks her off her feet again, leaving her bracing against the nearest wall as if that'll put some distance between herself and the memory. Failing that, she might end up bumping into the closest possible person and clutching onto them with shaky hands before she catches herself, trying to pull away even as she looks up with wide, tearful eyes.]


I'm sorry, I didn't--

[She's not sure what she's apologizing for. Either way, she just knows that she wants to find the nearest exit.]
specialization: (unknown.)

[personal profile] specialization 2016-02-13 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
[whatever it is, Chrollo knows that mask, the one he'd nearly frozen himself to the bone and risked losing his arm to a monster to bring back. and that one is in his pocket, had been weighing him down for days now while he slept and traversed.

without a word, he takes it out and puts it on, leaving the mask the fortune teller gave him in his pocket. there's no real reason behind it other than perhaps the stranger would respond to something familiar before risking scaring this alien off. he remembers the carnival, after all.

leaning forward, he types on the keys.]


Hello. Can you see me?

colonially: (neutral > stand my ground)

open!

[personal profile] colonially 2016-02-13 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Phase I]

[Maybe it's a lack of self preservation, or just a need to investigate to figure some part of this out, but Quatre chooses to wander downwards. He can hear water, and he wonders if that's a good thing, or a bad thing.

Everything is dark, everything echoes in strange and eerie sounds and for a long moment, Quatre wonders if he's dreaming.

But on he goes, down to the water, peering through the darkness as though he's sure he can almost see something out there. If anyone strays too close, he'll hold out an arm to stop them.]
Careful... something's moving in the water.


[Phase III]

[For Quatre, the memory that is splashed over broke mirrors is one of explosions and eerie silence -- large machines in space, though his own view is obscured by a view screen, technical readouts, the display of a gundam. Not Sandrock, however.

Zero.

And the vaguely reflection of blue eyes that occasionally appear in the reflection of the screen seem unfocused (or is it too focused, seeing past or seeing through).

Anyone who knows Trowa Barton may recognize a familiar voice and occasionally face flashing in the reflecting shards. But then a beam canon charges and the vision fills with light, too bright. Far too bright.

For his part, Quatre is caught staring, hand gripping at his chest.]
This... [He's never seen it so clearly himself.]


[Phase: for Naoki]

[Away from reflected memories and underground water, Quatre is trying to shake of the uneasiness. It helps that he's found a friend, someone that he has come to trust in this place.

It also helps that Naoki is sort of a walking nightlight. Everything still seems dim, even having come up.]
I wonder what happened here... why it was abandoned. It's eerie, isn't it?

[It makes him feel unsettled. And he's sure he can hear movement.]
adornmental: (makes airplane noises)

[personal profile] adornmental 2016-02-13 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
You'll end up doing that if you collapse 'cause you're super tired, you know.

[He isn't convinced, apparently...! Though it's clear he doesn't mean anything bad by it, at least, despite the blunt wording.]
seakingbait: (Worry)

phase ii

[personal profile] seakingbait 2016-02-13 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
[You may pull, but Keimi's not exactly going to go anywhere. Maybe she'll skid across the mud for a foot or two, depending on Rise's strength, but she's not really in the condition to run.

Mostly because she doesn't have any legs. Still, she's not exactly thrilled with the idea of being pulled through the muck.]


O-ow! Hey!
belfire: (surprise!!)

[personal profile] belfire 2016-02-13 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Just as Kaz was about to dismiss the flames out of sheer embarrassment - even if the flickers of Belzaboul moving about in the cracked mirrors was freaking him out! - someone suddenly grabbed him and began hauling him backwards. He was so wound up he almost fried his misguided saviour too! God, stop setting things on fire, Kaz!]

Wait-! What? Yes, I'm fine, hold on! [Digging in his heels to try and stop his own rescue/kidnapping, he waved a hand in the general direction of the flames. Almost meekly, the inferno that was growling in the centre of the room dwindled down into a gentle smoulder, casting the room in a sinisterly dark light] It's nothing, nothing see?

[Belzaboul was still there, staring at him from the mirrors, but it was nothing! Just... a freaky mirror...!]
complices: (ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ。)

[personal profile] complices 2016-02-13 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ Still no reaction from the face but it will reply once again. ]

Subject to change.

[ And then after a moment, the screen flickers again. ]

?

[ Do you have any other questions, Zero? ]
masakados: (i can see the symbol)

[personal profile] masakados 2016-02-13 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
Eerie's one word for it.

[Naoki's sticking close to his side-- closer than he normally would. Quatre can probably chalk that up to the unease that he's oozing right now, but there's something else to it.]

It reminds me of-- where I'm from. The Vortex World looked kinda like this place does.

[Because it was the ruins of Tokyo, after all.]
specialization: (sorrow.)

[personal profile] specialization 2016-02-13 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
[there are no children in the scene that plays before him, only two people sitting at a table. the fortune teller sliding a notebook across to him, a smile on his face until he looks down. the language's symbols might not be readable to Adolf, but what is unmistakable is how Chrollo's face falls, the shock that takes over, the tears that fall unbidden from his eyes.

the man in person has his lips pressed tight together, hands shoved deep into his pockets, curling themselves into loose fists. as if that pain could ever dull. as if there could be a hint of relief while they weren't able to give him a proper burial, take him home.]


Why apologize? You aren't the one that did this.

[unless he did, and then there would have to be words spoken.]
Edited 2016-02-13 01:45 (UTC)
forceofnature: (Command)

[personal profile] forceofnature 2016-02-13 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
Excuse me. What is this, the Zoroastrian Era? You can handle a little bit of forearm and feet. I was a feminist before 'feminism' made it into the dictionary; nobody ever calls it Father Nature.

[...]

...Oh. Wait, you mean this?

[Viridi wrinkles her nose.]

But this clashes with my nature motif. This is more Palutena's thing.

[She slowly angles the feather mask as close to her face as she can stand while making 'ugh' noises.]

Happy?
carcinoma: (15)

phase i-a

[personal profile] carcinoma 2016-02-13 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's dark. but not too dark, thankfully. humans would probably be struggling here, lop imagines, but there's just enough light that he can see pretty well if he squints and focuses. so lop cautiously makes his way across the unfamiliar walkway, hand against the railing. (and he tries desperately not to think about the fact that, once against, he has no idea where he is.) he's pretty grateful he's at least fully dressed -- it turns out having trouble sleeping and going for long walks in the park at the dead of night comes in handy sometimes -- but he can imagine not everyone's been so lucky.

case in point: ]


-- Ruby? [ he calls out softly, trying not to scare her. that's her, right? his footsteps clonk against the metal underfoot as he approaches. ] Are you alright?

[ not the most specific or helpful question in the world, but he honestly can't think of what else to say in this situation. ]
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[personal profile] adornmental 2016-02-13 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
[HE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE IT IN HIM TO BE SNAPPY ABOUT PEANUT wow, gosh, he's at least an almond or something, not a basic peanut--

But instead, he just continues kneeling there like someone who'd definitely die first in a horror film, still holding onto what looks like a ribbon.]


They were supposed to go to the code—! So why are these things here?

[LIKE HE EVER TRUSTED CERES, but this is a bit much even for him.]
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iii.

[personal profile] souperb 2016-02-13 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ yes, she's entering. entering with her sword drawn already, so kashuu's pretty lucky that he didn't walk straight into it—

—well, no, it probably helps that milla outstretched a hand to stop him at his shoulder. maybe there's something like concern on her expression, at the edges of her fatigue and Done With This Shit, or maybe that's just his imagination. but she's here, and her focus is on him. whatever weirdness is going on with the mirrors? she doesn't notice that just yet. ]


Isn't there usually more "oh my god" accompanying that? [ more energy, she means. it really does sink in then that something might be wrong—he's not looking at her, and she speaks again, more inquisitive.

milla slips her sword in its sheath. ]
... Kashuu?
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[personal profile] om_nom_namur 2016-02-13 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
[That curious little headtilt just pisses him off more.]

The hell y' starin' at? Look like a damn tool in that shitty mask, y' know? What's yer problem?

[Namur looms closer to the terminal, as if it were a living creature capable of being intimidated. He's releasing enough get lost or die chemicals into the air that even a human could smell them- though they'd probably just think its fishman stink, ascribing the primal fear to revulsion. His left hand balls up into a fist. He's so sick of this whaleshit, of living here. He wants to bust every damn electronic thing in the entire planet.]