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//EVENT026_OVERFLOW.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_overflow.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!

complices: (ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ。)

[personal profile] complices 2016-02-16 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
➟ phase iv

[ The terminal flickers to life, and there's a message:

Communication Transmission Beginning.

And then, on the screen, there's an alien with a mask. It's clear that whatever it is, it isn't human; while it stands upright, there is no uncovered skin, and nothing can be seen behind the mask or dark clothing.

On the mask, there is a smile.

What now? ]


Comment here if you'd like to attempt to contact the mysterious masked alien! There's definitely a bit of a puzzle to getting them to be willing to chat, but there must be some way, right...?

Please note what type of mask your character has with them.

All previous threads are from here.
givesalittlewhistle: (pic#10015292)

[personal profile] givesalittlewhistle 2016-02-16 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
PHASE I

[A cool breeze blew against the young girl's face, slowly lulling her out of her sleep.]

[Blinking several times, she slowly opened her eyes and was greeted by darkness. Almost. She could just barely see. Enough to tell her that she was no longer at the apartment. But...she also wasn't in any ViViD game, either. Not that she could remember.]


Where...am I?

[She sat up. Head slowly darting around in search of something familiar. Neither her eyes nor her expression told of fear. Only confusion. When no immediate answers came to her, she stood up and brushed some of the dirt from her clothing. She looked one way. Then the other. Up or down. Only two choices, with no indication beyond relative direction as to what separated one from the other.]

[Or, more importantly, which one she should take.]

[Her body relaxed. She closed her eyes. Thinking of who she wanted to see most right then. Her brother. But Taichi wasn't here. The little alert system she'd been given would have told her. Takeru. He was here. Probably. And so were her other friends she'd made in the city...]

[When her eyes opened again, she realized she was glowing. Just like in the subway tunnels. That soft, white Light that seemed to emit from every inch of her. Hair, clothing, skin, and all. It was warm and comforting, in spite of the fact that she still didn't know where it was coming from, and--most importantly--as she quietly asked in her mind which way she should go, it shot out in one distinct direction.]

[Wordlessly, she began to follow it. Knowing it would take her where she most needed to be.]



Phase III

[It was as if she'd been drawn to that room in particular.]

[She'd hardly spared the other buildings a second glance. Most of them were worn. Barely standing. Even worse than Mugendramon's city. After a digimon battle. This one was mostly in-tact, though, and even took several attempts before she could get the door open. Like it had been stuck or rusted shut.]

[Inside, there were mirrors. Lots of mirrors. The wall. The ceiling. So many angles of her. All of them broken or shattered, some so much so that she could barely make out her own reflection behind the spider web of fractures--]

[--or that of Wizarmon--]

[Her whole body froze, and she turned back to that one shard. Her own brown eyes stared back.]

[But then she turned again, and in another shard...that image. Wizarmon standing in front of her and Tailmon and Vamdemon unleashed his attack. The one that had been meant to kill her. Would have killed her, if her hero hadn't sacrificed himself on her behalf.]

[Hikari's eyes flooded with tears. She dropped to her knees. The door behind her, which had been left open since she first entered the room, carried her voice out into the streets. Along with her sobs:]


W-Wizarmon....


BONUS

[The effects were so subtle, Hikari barely noticed what was happening.]

[She didn't grow tired. It was more like...the light inside her dimming. Her eyes dulling until she could stare directly ahead and see nothing at all. It didn't bother her. She wasn't afraid.]

[But only because, by the time she sat down, resting her back against the wall, she wasn't feeling anything at all.]
shroudedinsecrecy: (pic#9589876)

[personal profile] shroudedinsecrecy 2016-02-16 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
Phase I

[She chose down.]

[The path was long, and difficult to maneuver with the lack of light. Iris, herself, was frightened, but not enough to stop her. There must have been a reason why she was brought here, after all. Somebody wanted her to find something. How could she stay put knowing that much?]

[When she found the alter, she thought she understood. A part of the puzzle, at least. It looked...like some sort of sacrifice ritual had taken place. Judging by the blood. Pangs of nausea threatened to overtake her stomach, but she swallowed and held her head up high as she continued to approach. Eyeing the different artifacts scattered about.]


How horrible. Who...could have done something like this?


BONUS

[Her heart was pounding. Her head swam. Those memories...it couldn't be...but it was.]

[Eyes wide, she took a step back from the person approaching her. Trying in vain to keep her voice steady.]


S-stay back. Don't...come near me...
majinken: (pic#9642597)

[personal profile] majinken 2016-02-16 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
( phase i )

[the sound of the explosion had only barely woken stahn up—just enough for him to stumble out of bed and grab dymlos, because that has miraculously become his first instinct to that sort of sound (well, that and the ringing in his ears that comes from dymlos sternly yelling at him, though that's less prevalent). he barely even has time to process what's happening before he's pulled from the apartment.

he's dumped not far from the split in the pathway, and mostly? stahn is just standing there looking groggy and puzzled.]


Heeeh....? [he should definitely be a lot more alarmed than he is, but the truth of the matter is waking stahn up is difficult, and he's almost positive he's dreaming. naturally, he's being reprimanded by dymlos—those who can hear him will probably be able to catch that from a distance.

of course, this is also why he's thoughtlessly rambling sleepily to his sword with little regard for the fact that most people can't hear it.]


Stop yelling, Dymlos... even in dreams, you nag too much... [stahn, that's not what's happening here at all. eventually, he'll elect to take the up path, but for now... for now, it's this.]




( phase iii; )

[he managed to wake up eventually. and somehow, he's gotten above ground relatively unscathed—a few scratches and bruises, but nothing he can't handle. he's not really sure what to make of where he is; it's dangerous, and stahn is treading very carefully. his curiosity gets the better of him and he uses dymlos to force the door open.

the fact that there are mirrors everywhere is equally curious, but not too ominous until the imagery changes. reflected in the mirrors is the darkness of a cave that's in the beginnings of collapse, and the picture of stahn and a group of others rushing towards an elevator. in the near distance, reflected clearly, is leon magnus, separating himself from the group to a large operation switch. the imagery continues until leon is out of stahn's sights... and it's terrifying.

all stahn can do is let out a quiet, horrified gasp—this is something he relives in his nightmares often enough, but to see it reflected with this kind of clarity in front of him leaves him breathless in a very bad way. he's shaken, enough so that he won't notice if someone else is there to witness the scene; he barely even notices when dymlos is trying to call stahn back to his senses.]



( wildcard; )

[if you've got another scenario along the way, by all means throw it at me!]
leashed_hunter: (Sorrow)

[personal profile] leashed_hunter 2016-02-16 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
Phase III

[Zero walks into the room, stopping in place when he catches sight of the wonderland of mirrors plastered on every surface of the room. His eyes fall on the large glass in front of him where moments later an image begins to shift into place. His head tilts as he makes out an old dungeon just like the ones beneath the Academy. He watches as someone approaches a figure on the ground--- His eyes widen as he recognizes his brother, and his eyes flick to the claw marks on his side moments before he falls into his arms in the memory.]

......Ichiru.

[His eyes begin to water as his fingertips trace the outline of his younger twin in those last moments. Even with his memories a mess, he remembers what he wanted from him. To take his blood and make them one once more. But he couldn't do it.

Tears slip down his face as he watches the scene unfold. The way he clung to him, begged him not to make him do it. How could he? His own beloved brother? But he could never could deny him anything, let alone his last wish.

The images slowly fade, leaving him with the bitter-sweet memory of his brother. If someone is there, he won't notice, not for a long time.]



Bonus

[His dark grey mask carries bloody fingertips, a disturbing sight he's grown used to. However, over the course of his time here, Zero doesn't realize just how much the color of his mask has affected him, not until he accidentally steps on a bug. Somewhere in his mind, a metaphorical switch is turned on throwing his emotional meter out of whack. Anyone passing by can spot a very devastated Zero quietly grieving on the ground over a dead bug in his hands.]
Edited 2016-02-16 02:05 (UTC)
fortheprincess: (pic#9449783)

ota!

[personal profile] fortheprincess 2016-02-16 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
phase iii

[ No matter how time passes, the memories of that night are still freshly etched into his mind. He remembers how Soo-Won had turned against him and had almost executed Princess Yona. He remembers how he felt when he'd realized Soo-Won had betrayed them all and had murdered Emperor Il, Yona's father, in cold blood. The caring eyes of his former best friend were gone, turned cold and hard as stone and Hak couldn't see through them.

He still doesn't understand, but a lot of him doesn't quite want to understand. He wants to kill. He wants blood. He wants to take revenge on the one person who'd done him and Yona wrong. However, as far as the memories go, at that time he wanted to see Soo-Won's reasoning. That didn't last very long.

The memories play in one of the mirrors as the guards point their blades at Yona's neck. Hak enters the fray, but it's a lot different in real time. Anyone who's watching will see Hak start charging at the mirror from across the room, holding up his spear, aiming right at Soo-Won's head as he lets out a roar--and then the mirror shatters.

Memories, scattered across the floor in shards and fragments. Hak remains frozen, teeth still grit, grip on his spear tight and its tip just barely scraping against the backing of what once played his greatest tragedy. ]


bonus--barcode

[ Hak's never been...possessive. Only when it came to Yona did he proudly claim her as the girl under his protection.

Suddenly, that all seems to change.

He's only tried the mask on once, so the effects of the barcode have yet to go in full throttle, but Hak will try to get you to follow him if you do decide to want to explore. He wants you at his side. He wants you to protect his Princess, and if he realizes that you can't do that for her, then he will find another reason to keep you around. He doesn't really appear dangerous otherwise and most conversations are normal...but the biggest indication that something's wrong is if a monster appears.

He will continue to fight the monster no matter how much of a threat it is, no matter how hurt he gets, and he will keep on shouting about how the monster "belongs to him" and it will become "his own". Like he's obsessed with sticking around and claiming ownership of them. Depending on the battle and what you decide to do with that, he may land himself (and you) into a rather...unfortunate outcome.

Kind of freaky, considering how he usually treats the creatures like garbage. ]


wildcard

[ Don't see anything you like? Make up your own! I'm up for anything and everything. ]
Edited 2016-02-16 03:02 (UTC)
tiarae: (Wonderful Journey)

Usagi Tsukino l Sailor Moon

[personal profile] tiarae 2016-02-16 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
helmsplitter: (disintegrating)

douda(ta)nuki masakuni: ota omg you guys are speed demons

[personal profile] helmsplitter 2016-02-16 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
phase iii
[He should have known better after seeing Kashuu in here. He should have known not to go further into the building. He couldn't help it though, not with what has been going on with him lately. The possibility of seeing a memory of something he himself might not remember, but a memory that might have been important to one of his other selves and thus should have been kept safe, was too tempting.

He should have known that CERES would never be so kind.

Doutanuki is crouched over shards of the mirrors, searching through them desperately. Unlike the others who might run from this, he's picking the different pieces up, staring into them before discarding them one by one.

Each shard has only glimpses of different locations: a shed, a piece of worn cloth, underground, a dark molding room, a furnace burning so brightly it's almost blinding in the darkness, a hammer coming down over and over until the image fractures and splinters apart before winking out. Despite that, he's trying to pick them up and watch the images inside, dropping them when the memory flickers out. He's muttering to himself as bits and pieces of sound filters in, rough and grainy like an old unused record, and doesn't seem to notice that his fingers are bleeding from the jagged edges.
]

Not this one.

[He drops it and a brief flash of his own face screaming as he pounds against a barred door from the inside is shown.

"I can still fight! Let me out of here!"
]

No one listens, just stop.

[He tosses another one of his face cracking as the hammer comes down against a blade.

"Is this how you treat me? I protected you! Why are you doi--"
]

He melted you for parts.

[From all the different shards come a myriad of voices, all his, that start out strong and slowly begin to wink out along with the memories in the shards, one by one until there's only one left. The last shard is just darkness and a small, thin voice.

"I can still fight... Please. Just let me out of here... I can still fight..."
]

...Pathetic.




wildcard
(come at me bros, i'm three years late with starbucks, but come at me!!

i swear i can do more than paintrain
)
earthpulse: (☴ regretful thrust)

edna | tales of zestiria

[personal profile] earthpulse 2016-02-16 08:34 am (UTC)(link)
phase ii;

[ Edna's knocked out her fair share of hulking technological monstrosities with her seraphic artes, it's true, but she's also seen them reform, which means she's seen enough to know that this isn't a war they can afford to wage or even win with the fatigued conditions they're in right now. A blast of sharp, jagged stones pierce one of the nearby creatures in multiple places and it breaks down. ]

This isn't a fight you can win right now. You should get out of here ASAP, while it's still broken.

[ She has to stay strong. She has to be the rock-solid support the group needs right now. The seraph they can always count on, the dependable one. The long, flowing lock of hair with a reddish tint at the tips rests in her pocket, its weight also a reminder of what she needs to do. What the owner would want her to do.

Also blame Sorey, Mikleo, and Rose for requesting this from her. ]


phase iii;

a.


[ This whole place is trouble. The metallic creatures are prowling about with no signs of stopping, and no food is anywhere to be found. Their human companions are especially in trouble, given that they need food and water to function. Mikleo's got the water supply covered (thankfully), but the fact remains that they can't find food to eat, and need to conserve their energy by resting in a safe place, which this place...does not have a lot of. Therefore, the earth seraph will take matters into her own hands. Practical plans put into action are what she's good at, prides herself in, even.

A few yards away from the buildings with mirror shards, Edna stomps on the ground with one foot, and out from it rises large rectangular blocks of stone which bend at a sharp angle to come together at the top. When the dust clears, a relatively simple stone house (barring the windows and chimney) stands.

For those who can't see her, it'll look like it formed from the earth all by itself. Sensing someone nearby, she swings her parasol over her shoulder and turns to look at them. ]


Not the most glamorous piece of real estate, but it gets the job done. I like to think my work is definitely better quality than these shoddy excuses for structures.

b.

[ She has no desire to see more people have their emotional and psychological wounds, fresh or not, ripped wide open again in front of their eyes like her comrades have. It's true that she strongly dislikes humans, but what she utterly loathes right now are those very structures for making Mikleo and Sorey cry and sob in pure anguish, shoving in their faces an act that hits way too close to home for her. Scrawled in the earth of the wasteland by the tip of a parasol are these words: ]

Don't go in those buildings. [ arrows pointing to the very buildings that stand out by...the fact that they're standing at all. ] There are perfectly fine shelters right there [ with an arrow pointing in the direction of the small but definitely mirror-less and sturdy shelters she's constructed ] and they're way less likely to dredge up painful things.

- a seraph


[ Again, if they can't see her, they can see the words being scrawled in the earth right in front of their very eyes, as if guided by an invisible hand. ]

wildcard;

[ Anything goes! ]
masakados: (someone please take me away)

still ota!!

[personal profile] masakados 2016-02-16 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
phase i.

[It sure is dark down here. Your character might be able to make out strange glowing lines (just replace eerie red eyes with yellow, okay?) in the darkness, at first. Yep. That's sure something glowing faint green. Approach? Don't approach? Run away?

Either way, there'll be a little burst and fire catches in the dark, held in someone's hand and it gradually lights the source of the lines. Naoki sighs, staring at the split in the path.]


Wonder if both of these ways are gonna turn out to be bad.



phase ii.

[Guess who tried going after the debris creatures to no avail? This guy. This guy who is currently hurrying his way toward you and who might just grab you and hurry you along if you aren't running away.

Or, alternatively, if you're getting ready to fight them, you might have to deal with Naoki skidding to a stop close by.]


It's no use, these things just put each other back together after.

[LEGIT HE TRIED ROASTING THEM AND THEY JUST SLOWLY RECONSTRUCTED it's bullshit.]



phase iii.

[Naoki's completely on edge, that's for sure. It doesn't matter that he's found who he was looking for or-- anything else. He's going about exploring with the same amount of caution that he'd exercise in the Vortex World. It feels a little like he's back in the Vortex World.

When he enters the building with mirrors, well. He doesn't know what to think.

His instinctive reaction is is this some kind of trap and he might even just glance over your character if they happen to already be inside, or came in after him. He's checking just to make sure nothing's going to come looming out of nowhere.

Then, as he looks cautiously toward a mirror--

"--you came all the way here just to be killed? Ha ha ha... Man, you're stupid."

Naoki's body goes ice cold. There's a familiar figure, to him, reflected in one of the shards, voice just like he remembers. With a creature looming behind it. If you're right there, well. Hope you like feeling a sudden strange, heavy pressure that might border on overwhelming due to its strength. Don't worry too much about it. It's just the demonic aura that Naoki has, that he normally suppresses because it's, well, freaky (more like frightening as hell). And he mutters quietly, as if to himself:]
Don't...
zerotohiro: (Trying to feel invincible)

still OTA

[personal profile] zerotohiro 2016-02-16 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Phase I

[The explosion gave him enough time to sit up, grab his hoodie and his gunblade and then--and then nothing. He's pulled fast and far and down into the dark he goes alone with a yell.

This is familiar to him in a way. It's a lot like the inside of the tower as he and Korra approached the area with the Bridge's holding cell. So he's care as he chooses to head down. The deeper parts must have answers.

…the platform gives. Maybe you're with him as he's walking but down they go. He can't see anything and he keeps the weapon held close. It's now that he wishes Baymax were with him.

He follows the sound of the water and hisses at how cold it is. That hiss turns into a yelp when something bites down hard. There's the sound of gun shots echoing in the dark and Hiro screaming.

Later you might find him down at the altar, examining it as closely as he can in the dark.]


…this sorta looks weirdly familiar. [Like something he'd seen in the mountains. How about that.]

Phase III

[There's nothing horrific about walking into the building that doesn't appear damaged at all, right? Supplies. People. Anything. He's moving and scouting but it's hard when he's sort of favoring one foot over the other. He thinks he hears something though and he looks up, and it doesn't take long before he darts into the building to escape. The mirrors don't interest him at all and there's a frustrated noise as he goes to leave, sidestepping glass as he goes.

That's before he hears his own voice though. "It's over, Krei."

He knows what this is. He knows and he turns to try and barge his way out of the building, glass crunching under his feet in his haste and crashing right into someone else. And he freezes until he hears the sounds of Baymax blasting off and he looks back, noticing that the memory's now gone.]


…this isn't…["What it looks like"? How can he get out of this one?]

Wildcard

[Anything else from the other phases, other scenarios, etc]
undaunts: kia keyworded some of these, don't expect coherency (IT'S CLOBBERING TIME)

ruby rose | still ota!

[personal profile] undaunts 2016-02-16 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
phase i-a

[It's dark.

It's dark, and Ruby's tense, even if also a little sleepy; she was fast asleep (so alas, she's in her pajamas, though she was lucky enough to have her boots brought as well, which she tugs on immediately). But... even so, she's sluggish, yawning as she stumbles down the pathway, because it's the middle of the night and she's 15 and:]

I didn't want to be woken up this early...

[It's kind of chilly with that breeze down here...she shivers, rubbing her arms, still just wandering forward with half-open eyes.

Hopefully she doesn't bump into anyone, it's kind of fragile and rickety here.]


phase i-b

[She didn't really intend to go down. It just sort of happened, because one moment she was tramping along curiously, everything dark and pretty much unable to be seen through, and the next the pathway is crumbling underneath her.

That's unfortunate.

She manages to grab onto the edge with a startled yelp, but in the process of swinging herself back up onto the path, she...just ends up breaking more of the rusted metal with the force of her swing.

Oops.

So now a good portion of said path is falling, possibly with you on it. SORRY. For her part, Ruby just swings her weapon downward and fires a sniper shot at the ground below, slowing her own descent to the point that she won't get hurt when she lands in the mud. Cheater.]


phase ii

[Are you being harassed by one of those monsters? Are you in danger? Were you handling it just fine on your own? Either way, there's now a Ruby Rose flinging herself at the monster, unnecessarily giant scythe out and ready to slice off limbs.

Farewell, monster limbs.

She lands neatly, looking up quickly.]


You okay?

[Except there may not be time to answer, because there's the screech of metal on rock Ruby frowns when she glances over her shoulder to see the monster putting itself back together.]

Hey, wait! I just cut that off!

[It doesn't seem to care.]
unpreparer: (Judging you)

Still OTA

[personal profile] unpreparer 2016-02-16 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Phase I

[Illidan had gravitated downwards at first, noticing there was something alive in the general direction at least. The gradual creaking an grinding from the platform were enough to give him enough of a warning that it would not hold his weight forever, and once it does give he simply spreads his wings and drifts slowly to the ground. As for any unfortunate soul that happen to be on the platform with him- well, sucks to be you. You should have been more prepared.

Ignoring the misfortune of others, he makes his way over to the water's edge and stares into it sometime before bothering to grace his company with some semblance of an explanation.
]

Be mindful, we are not alone.

Phase II

[Illidan had thought to continue his exploration of the area above ground, since going further below seemed to be a dead end unless you were a fish. Where was Vashj when you needed her? The terrain in which he navigated proved to be far more treacherous than he was used to, with everything so dead, and nothing but the remnants of technology scattered about- his vision could pick up next to nothing. No magic, no life forces, just cold dead metal scraps.

Or so he thought. Apparently while treading along he seemed to have disturbed a not-so-dead pile of old technology, and it was far from happy with him. While he heard the rustling behind him, all he could do was stare in befuddlement at where it was coming from, unaware he was staring at a monster ready to backhand him into a new lifetime.
]

What in Elune's name...?

[On one hand- one could call out a warning and have him owe them a favor. He could make for a valuable ally in a place like this. On the other hand, he's probably had this coming to him for a while and watching him having a bit of humility smacked into him could prove amusing.]


Phase III

[There were only very rare times when Illidan actually missed the presence and culture of his people, but it was a rare time when he found himself stuck in the most infuriating and pointless room he had the displeasure of walking into. What sort of self absorbed buffoon covered the walls of an entire room with mirrors? Even the Blood Elves weren't that conceited!

Still, he poked around the room in hopes of something potentially useful. Unknown to him was what the mirrors were reflecting. Flashes of his memories of a younger, scrawnier, and all around far less impressive Illidan smirking arrogantly into a wavering dark portal, near him stood a hulking monstrous and grotesque lizard-like monster, and by the looks of it wanted nothing more than to physically rip the smirk off the young elf's face. After a moment of addressing the portal, Illidan's smirk almost comically fell, and while he stammered a reply, a beam of green light shot from the portal and struck the young elf in the face. Immediately he doubled over, screaming and clutching his face, as he writhed about in agony until he was eventually dragged off by a pair of demons.

And for the moment he was stuck within the disorienting little room, quietly stifling his fury and urge to make a NEW door and simply leaving that way.
]
Edited 2016-02-16 21:14 (UTC)
pseudonyms: (I'm losing hope 'cause she's so)

still ota!

[personal profile] pseudonyms 2016-02-17 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
Phase II

[Obviously the only way out is up. That's how it worked in the TV world and that has to be how it is here. So she goes completely unarmed and stepping lightly to the surface. She pauses to look at the area, not at all understanding what it is she's seeing…until she realizes the mechanical creatures are in front of her.]

Persona!

[Kanzeon's summoned forth and gets Rise out of the way, but not far enough. She'll collide right into someone else, but she knows she has to get them out of here. She'll take whoever by the hand and pull them to run.]

Let's go! We can hide out this way.

Phase III

[Successfully outrunning the creatures Rise finds herself carefully stepping through the rubble of the buildings. She'd gone to seek help and scout, find friends or people who need help and it's then she comes across an oddly suspicious building.

She doesn't sense anything malicious about it though, and though it's an effort she manages to push herself inside. She's used to studios like this, used to practicing in them and watching herself dance and perform.

However. She approaches the mirrors and steps over the glass, peering at the shards on the walls for a moment. It's not long before it changes and she finds herself watching something horrific. She backs away in surprise, tripping backwards and landing on a few shards of glass. The glass cuts her hands and her arms a bit and there's a cry of pain as she sits up, staring at the mirrors that've now gone back to normal.]


What…what the hell was that?

Wildcard/Telepathy option

[For those with psychic abilities or telepathic abilities, over the course of time you might hear a young girl calling to you inside your head. Where's she coming from? How's she doing this? All that's clear is that she's not sure who she can reach.]

--yone hear me out there? Answer me.

[Or any other wildcard situation from the other phases, etc]
forceofnature: (Command)

Still OTA!

[personal profile] forceofnature 2016-02-17 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[II]
No one ever listens to me.

[Viridi sighs listlessly as she stands in the middle of the ruined landscape and watches the mechanical monstrosities approach.]

'We're not destroying the natural world! We're just improving on it!' 'We need these resources for our better creations.' 'Don't worry, Viridi, it's called civilization. We're not abandoning you.'

Now I don't know exactly what moral to take away from this, but I'm thinking it goes something like...

Technology drools, nature rules.

[And for the first time in eons, the little goddess cracks her knuckles and actually bothers to attack of her own volition. With a whirl of her staff, a beam of light arches forward and smashes into the nearest monster, ripping its fragmented arm clean off. Viridi forms a gun-shape with her left hand and blows on the smoking end.]

Not too shabby, if I do say so myself. Could work a little on the aim.

[III, Part I]
[The mirrored shards reflect fleeting images of memories that were perhaps better forgotten. But one person, at least, has no aversion to what they're seeing. Viridi sits cross-legged, hovering in the middle of the wreckage as she scoops grapes into her mouth.]

Play it again...!

[Viridi smiles fondly as the shards continue to reflect her most important memory... The moment the Reset Bomb strikes the earth and wipes out the warring armies appears over and over and over.]

Ahahaha...! My greatest moment. It's so nice to have your work remembered.

[III, Part 2]
[Whenever she's finished admiring her own handiwork, Viridi can be found setting up camp in one of the abandoned buildings. ...Except it doesn't particularly look like an abandoned building anymore. On the outside, the only peculiar thing about her chosen haven is that the crumbling concrete appears to be covered in ivy; stepping inside, however...]

Hey!

Don't step on the flowers!

[It's like walking into a miniature forest. Viridi reclines from an enormous palm leaf slung between two small trees, sipping juice from a coconut and fanning herself with another leaf.]

What? I'm not moving. I refuse to go any further into this me-forsaken hellscape than I absolutely have to. Go find your own wreck to remodel.

Finder's keepers, losers can go slum it up somewhere else-eepers.
bewrightback: (fight me but only in court)

Overflow + OTA!

[personal profile] bewrightback 2016-02-18 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Original comment here, but now with a prompt switch-up!]

[Phase II]

[After an initial traumatic encounter down in the shrine, Phoenix slowly made his way up towards the upper path and eventually arrived in the city area - with his clothes soaked, muddy and in tatters. All along, he was still followed by that mask with the frowning face.]

[a.: Phoenix can be found in one of the houses taking shelter and trying to strike up some sort of fire, but it's hard with a lack of proper materials. He'll glance up curiously as someone enters.]

[b. Or maybe you can hear him trying to broadcast over the CereVice, trying to figure out who else is up here. He has a lot of people to worry for, after all.

It will, of course, come out very staticy and broken up.]


Hello? Can anybody hear this? This is Phoenix Wright! Please call me back!

[Phase III]

[And that eventually lead to his current situation. While fleeing from the metallic monsters, Phoenix has taken shelter in a hall of mirrors. He'll soon come to regret this decision as well...

Phoenix soon performs a double take, when he sees a flash of something familiar in the mirrors aside from his reflection. It was hard to tell from a glimpse that was so quick, but it looked like some very familiar strands of red hair.]


[Wildcard!]

[Hit me up if you have any other prompt ideas to work out!]
wolfpuppy: (I was at an endless desert)

still OTA!

[personal profile] wolfpuppy 2016-02-18 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
phase i-a. (down)

[Even though it technically hadn't been necessary, it's moments like this that Ryuuga's glad that he's been in the habit of semi-nightly "patrols" through the colony. It meant that while he was still startled by the jump in location, at least he was armed and had Zaruba there to help him out if necessary. Though his first thought is to go up, he decides against it - the things that he generally went after and answers a lot of times seemed to like lurking down below. He flicks the visor open on his ring, letting Zaruba get a chance to speak if he needs it.]

Anything?

[A voice sounds from the ring:] Nothing yet. Though knowing your friend-

You know that he's not a friend in any sense-

Yes, I know. You've made that pretty clear the last half-dozen times you two fought.

[Ryuuga rolls his eyes before slamming the visor shut, opting to pull out his lighter instead. While he's used to Zaruba being something of a smartass, it's not nearly as welcome as anyone would hope it to be. He continues on his way downward, keeping the lighter held aloft, a soft green glow emanating from it. It's only when he hears footfalls that he stops. He's not pulling out his sword, but he's clearly on-edge and ready to strike.]

Who's there?!

phase i-b.

[After a bit of exploring, fumbling, what have you - Ryuuga eventually makes his way to the altar, and he's visibly uncomfortable when he sees it, eyes narrowing. Everything about it felt wrong and somewhat familiar in a way he really wasn't in the mood to explain even on his best days. His gaze travels along the various objects and trinkets that are laying there, lifting one or two to concentrate on and try to discern something, anything-

The feedback's enough to cause him to gasp, nearly slamming the last one he picked up onto the altar as he is forced to brace himself against it. He takes a deep breath as he straightens, shaking out his hands.]


There's got to be more to this... I can't stop here. [He's speaking half to himself more for reassurances' sake than anything. This place was deserted already for a reason, he can't do anything here, as much as he hates to admit that fact.]

phase iii.

[It took him a bit to get to this point, but he does seem to be a bit more on-guard seeing the mirror shards everywhere. Residual paranoia from dealing with the Demon Mirror, probably. Technically he still hadn't been through the full ordeal to break it, so forgive him if Ryuuga seems a bit tense.

It's not until he sees movement out of the corner of his eye that he has his sword out, however.]


What the-?!

--

[Depending on which one of these you choose will dictate how Ryuuga's going to be reacting to it.

Promises (from 7:54-8:20 and 18:27-18:56)

This one has him a bit quiet, but he brushes it off fairly quickly and offers a small, sad smile. He's done it, at least, he can't feel guilty or angry over it. Alongside his companions, they were able to restore the Garo armor's brilliance. He can't deny that. He lets out a soft huff of air, nodding once.]


And I'm going to make sure it'll stay that way.

--

[Mercy (from 14:15-16:50)

This one ... this one's a bit more complicated. Ryuuga's fists are clenched, white-knuckled and shaking. He swallows, another reminder of that -

And he's punching the nearest wall with the hand not holding Zaruba, looking eerily calm as he lowers his fist, ignoring the blood dripping off his knuckles.]



--

[Rival (interspersed during 9:43-22:01 - considering there's two fights going on at once)

For this one, Ryuuga's rolling his eyes, looking incredibly annoyed.]


Like I needed more reasons to punch him in the face. [It's not exactly one of his finer moments, but it was the start of him taking some things more seriously.]


wildcard.

[Anything else you guys want to try, feel free! also if you want to plot more on plurk, I'm @[plurk.com profile] tyrantrave!]
snowyoni: (016)

OTA

[personal profile] snowyoni 2016-02-18 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ I ]
[Yukina had originally journeyed downward because others seemed to be heading in that direction and she was loathe to leave them behind. Her empathy for others was heavier than ever, filling her up in a way she couldn't quite understand.

The days underground seem inexplicably long to her. In the end she naturally gravitates to others, helping where she can. The crabs may not be tasty but they seem to be edible as others have found. It doesn't precisely make things pleasant however.

She settles down next to another person during one of those underground nights, her white hawk Gin-o settled somewhere close by and in sight. Whether she knows them or not matters little by this point since they're all comrades in a difficult situation in her mind. With a faint smile she offers out a dense little ball of... well, it looks like a little ball of flour and seeds mostly.]


Would you like one? We call them 'ration pills' at home. It's made of buckwheat flour, sesame seeds and honey mostly. They're very good.
[ III ]
[She's never seen so many mirrors before. Or so many large ones all around. She steps gingerly over broken pieces, her hand resting against the hilt of her sword in a manner that speaks of alertness.

One shard attracts her attention before she can step on it and she freezes in place, not before she breathes out a name in sharp surprise.]


Princess!

[The image is clear enough. A woman hangs limp in the arms of a masked man. His words are taunting, addressed to Yukina of course. "Ahah... You must be the Princess' loyal guard rushing to save her, I presume?"

By now Yukina herself has knelt down, eyes wide as she can't help but watch the events unfold all over again. A fight she had no control over, one she couldn't hope to win... and a Princess who wouldn't wake afterward. One hand grips the hilt of her sword. The other pressed against her chest heavily. It's a cruel scene to watch all over again but she can't seem to look away.]
[ Wildcard ]
[You need a helper to hunt up food? Look no further! Feel free to hit me up with any prompts I may have neglected here. PM me or PP/ping me @ [plurk.com profile] goodluckstarfighter
bropane: (there is nothing more ill-bred)

[personal profile] bropane 2016-02-18 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ PHASE III ]
[ tadashi's been going around the buildings to check if anybody else is around. he's had no luck so far in finding anybody but his reflections, really. and it's creepy.

as he walks around the building full of mirrors, he calls out to anybody who might be around. ]
Hello? Anybody there?

[ but then things change. suddenly, the mirrors begin to project a large fire. debris fall from the ceiling, and there's tadashi running around the fire to get to somewhere. and then there's an old man just not too far from him. tadashi calls out "professor callaghan!"

but then there's some squeaking noises. they're coming from above. tadashi looks up to find a metal bar which was holding up the ceiling, now falling on him and breaking his neck, thus killing him.

crack.

the memory dies. ]



[ BONUS ]
[ it's never been like tadashi to have the urge to prove his worth. true, his self-esteem may have been shot when he had died and gone back to life, but it's still not any reason for him to crave attention or demand that everybody appreciate him.

so what's gotten to him now?

oh, yes. he wore the mask.

above ground, he'll be trying to fix things. he has no idea what he's doing, but he's cleaning up the rubble, carrying them from one place to another so the mess will be soon gone, and when he spots somebody? ]


Are you alright? Are you hurt? Are you hungry? I have something that might help.

[ and nevermind that he looks absolutely disheveled and his clothes look so tattered. cinderella, is that you? what happened to your sleeves- oh god there are burn marks all over his arms and neck. ]

( original top level )
notsolomon: (pic#9951235)

Kaz

[personal profile] notsolomon 2016-02-18 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
continued from here

It might just be the ones I have been observing.

[Then again, William was the type of person to notice patterns and the like and note them. At least when it came to situations like this.]

Well they are robots, so it might just be something in their programming. It is like an animal's instincts, only far less flexible.
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