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TDM 001


TEST DRIVE MEME 001 ❀
CONTENT WARNINGS: potential character nudity, violence, trypophobia (images) as well as light mentions of gore.

Please note: FOR THE FIRST 24 HOURS AFTER 'HATCHING', CHARACTERS WILL FEEL WEAK AND ANY POWERS THEY HAVE WILL NOT WORK.

Test drive meme threads can be considered game canon for players who are later accepted and wish to keep their CR. The rescue mission prompt will be a TDM-exclusive, but the other prompts that you see here will also appear on our first game log. There will, of course, be more going on that week.

Please reserve questions about consequences for altering or meaningfully investigating the setting for the first log of the game, where we will have a Mod Questions thread at the top of the log. On this test drive meme, please reserve this thread for clarification and setting questions.

On the first day of reserves (May 10th), only players who participate in the TDM will be allowed to reserve. You must link an AC-length thread from the TDM for early access. Starting on the 11th, any prospective player may submit a reserve. Our hope is that this will avoid overwhelming our reserves.

❀ HATCHING


Congrats, you've woken up in an egg. I'm sure this is exactly how you wanted to spend your Saturday, right? There's no time to get curious and check out the other egg sacs. By the time you've fought your way out of the membranous sac, spilled electric blue goop everywhere, wiped it out of your eyes and sundry other orifices to get your bearings, you have a spear (or a gun) leveled at your face, throat, or other vital organs. Even if you might be inclined to fight, you can barely lift your arms to protest being grabbed and dragged off. Before you can even get a word in edgewise, you've been thrown into a holding cell.

Characters will not have a chance to retrieve their items at the time of the first hatching, and may not even know there is anything left in the remaining eggs.

The holding cell stinks of something sour and acidic, like rotted citrus, but you are not alone. Several other detainees sit in similar squalid confusion, dressed strangely and equally gooey. Time to make nice, ask questions... figure out what the hell is going on, and maybe do something about all that slime?

Over the next few days, a few things become clear. Despite the alien greeting, your captors speak a language that you understand, and the unpleasant circumstances are revealed to be a matter of necessity, not choice. Supplies are low, but they ensure that the new arrivals' time imprisoned is as painless as can be — they offer hot communal showers of less than three minutes, some strange starchy meal-replacement, and medical treatment to those in need. You might strike up a conversation with your new best friend in the shower over a low soap dispenser or when you realize you might need to share towels.

The cost of these luxuries comes in the form of touch-and-go interrogation by the security officers keeping tabs on the cells and supervising the shower time.

A few notes:
☆ Your character may get pulled away for interrogation at some point. No torture, no drugs; just questioning.

☆ Locals will be stopping by outside the freestanding holding cells to ogle or ask questions. Are you really going to be mean to that little kid staring at you with wide eyes?

☆ Characters will be let out for bio breaks. No one has to pee in a bucket, that's just inhumane!

☆ Attempts to escape will probably get you tasered. The mods will not facilitate escape-plots/etc on test drive memes. However: if you app and are accepted you are more than welcome to chat with us about the possibility of having escaped or attempted it.

❀ EXPLORE THE BASECAMP

On the heels of a little benign interrogation, a medical inspection, and a stern talking to by Captain Childe, the survivors at Basecamp Leviathan determine one thing: you don't appear to be an active threat.

Released from the detention center after three days, you are given the run-down by the locals — you're on a planet called Ethyraia, and the people around you are survivors of the catastrophic crash of the UCSS Adamant several years prior. You, in fact, showed up on the third anniversary of the crash. Weird coincidence, huh?

You're being allowed to mingle with the others. The first order of the day is having a proper meal at the mess hall — some of the Adamant's survivors will be friendlier than others. They've been stranded here for years, remember? Some of them will be so desperate to talk to someone who has news of other places, and some will be giving you the cold shoulder.

You'll be fed the same as the rest of them. A plastic plate of crumbled protein of unidentifiable origin and gravy over rice with a single wilted stalk of broccoli and a cup of the worst coffee you've ever had. Maybe somebody bumps into you and spills said coffee, maybe you make it all the way to one of the long tables set out for communal eating.

Time to strike up a chat with your neighbor — maybe ask them to pass the salt?

(What do you mean, there's no salt!?)

After a meal — it's hard to say which one you'd call it, since the whole crew is on rotating schedules — you may decide to wander the basecamp. Folks in every department could use a hand. Those willing to help out may get friendlier reception than those who play the tourist. For more info on what else you might find, check out the LOCATIONS page.

During this time, characters will be able to return to the Central Chrysalis where they hatched. While there are no clues as to how they got there, they might find items — their own, or someone else's. Everyone is strapped for supplies, but try not to snatch up anything that isn't yours. The security officers don't look kindly on people chasing one other down the hall, trying to get back their dirty magazines.

A few notes:
☆ Feel free to help out anywhere. Every little bit of assistance you offer to the locals will raise their estimation of you. You could easily help clean dishes after the meal, help fix leaky piping or repair hammocks. You could stop by the aid station and assist with the wounded. You'll be watched closely and some of the survivors will be warier than others, but most will appreciate the opportunity to have a 'break'.

☆ If your character leaves the basecamp and wanders outside the Leviathan, they may begin to notice that what they perhaps took as a giant cave is actually an enormous dragon. Everything they see that seems 'human made' will look varying levels of worn down, patched, repaired and patched again. This is not a place of prosperity and happiness. Many people are recently injured, or have new scars or missing limbs.

☆ PCs will be warned about going beyond the shade of the dragon's wings. For the sake of the test drive mods will not be facilitating plots that deal with characters going further; we ask that players with an interest in exploring this wait until the game is fully open.

❀ RESCUE MISSION

"There's no time to waste," the woman says breathlessly as she grabs your arm. She pulls you to an augmented reality sand table and you will find yourself standing alongside some of the others you may recognize as having 'hatched' with you. There are murmurs by the Adamant's survivors as they pour over data. Maybe you remember Captain Childe from the stern interrogation she gave you a few days ago, but in any case but she's standing at the edge of the sand table looking at the distance scaled between the enormous huddle of HUD badges — the Adamant's survivors — and a tiny pocket of pulsing green some fifteen kilometers away.

"They knew better," Captain Childe says, rubbing at the bridge of her nose. "They should have been back hours ago."

"Fucking scientists," says a man with a faintly French accent. He is scarred and battle-worn, and looks properly pissed off. He's also sporting several fresh injuries, one of which seems to have warranted the use of a crutch. "They'd lose their heads if they weren't attached. Let them wait out the storm."

"No," the captain says. "They're too close to the Rat Nest. We don't need a repeat of —" she trails off, as if seeing you for the first time. She looks you up and down, and then: "You've been told by now that everyone here has to pitch in. If you know how to fight, be ready in ten minutes. You're our rescue squad." She turns and walks out, and there's an awkward moment where everyone present is looking at you to make a choice.

Ten minutes really isn't a lot of time to get ready to walk into danger. Or maybe you aren't a fighter. Maybe you just don't care. But either way, there are people looking to you. To see how you'll react. To see what you'll do. To see if you belong.

What'll it be, hatchling? Fight or flight? Maybe you ought to start coming up with a plan.

FIELD WORK

There's a cadre of scientists cut off by acid rain. From their last transmission, they were driven into the Rat Warrens — and you've been tasked with rescuing them. Too many members of the Security Team are themselves injured, and none of the remaining ones have experience leading a fire team. Let's hope you do — or at least that you can fake it.

Maybe you've hand-picked your team. Maybe you're just stuck with whoever else was closest. Either way, your companions are some of the people you might recognize as fellow 'hatchlings'. If you know them already — good, you've got a head start on what they might be capable of out in the field, and you can chat about the little things. You know, like the weather. Acid rain, gotta love it.

Either way. You're given few small slabs of surprisingly lightweight alloy that has a sheet of — is that hide from the Leviathan? — stretched across them, to divide up amongst your team. "Helps with the rain," Ensign Porter says, trying to sound cheerful despite the grim set to his jaw. "Just come back in one piece. I kinda feel responsible for you guys, you know?"

Before you know it, you're outfitted for the trip. Weapons (if you didn't have your own) and maybe some medical supplies, handed over with a grimace by Doc Sunya.

So then it's just you, your tiny team and a fifteen kilometer hike. Oh, and the acid rain. Luckily, the shields seem to be keeping it off, but it's hard to hear anything over the impact of the drops. Anyone want to play I never?

Or maybe you think you should make a break for it. This is your first time being outside the Leviathan unsupervised. You've got supplies, and other people with as little to lose here as you do. Maybe you should talk.

THE RAT WARREN

You've made it to the last transmitted location of the scientists. What you find doesn't bode well — one of them seemed to have an arm torn off — at least, you think it's an arm — the way it's been disintegrated by the rain makes it hard to tell.

One thing's certain, though. There are bloodstains leading into the nearby maw of a hole in the ground. There's a putrid odor wafting from it, and the sound of frantic scrabbling.

You have an idea of what might be down there. 'Giant rats with tentacles', Porter had said. Don't let the tentacles grab you, they leave chemical burns that usually result in amputation if they can't be treated immediately. But there's a chance the scientists are still alive, and you need to make your choice.

If you and your small team venture down into the darkness, what happens next is up to you. You'll be encountering hoards of these monsters. The scientists are still alive, but will they stay that way? And more importantly, can you get them back to the Leviathan in one piece?

PCs versus the local fauna, round one, FIGHT!

A few notes:
☆ Feel free to put player characters 'in charge' of the planning/logistics phase. If another PC tags into your thread, you and that player can decide which PC will be 'leading the charge'.

☆ Your character will have: a mini-railgun, a spear (if they don't have their items/weapons from home), a first-aid kit, the acid rain shields, ration bars (that are essentially condensed protein bars — they do not taste good) and one of the smartwatches, which will have a mini holographic HUD displayable on its interface. If your character is the sort to request other things, feel free to assume they received them (within reason — please remember that resource scarcity is the name of the game — feel free to be creative here!).

☆ There are fifteen kilometers to cover. If your character has an ability like superspeed/etc, please keep in mind it will work, but you also have your allies to consider. Normal walking time over this distance, given the difficulty of the environment (steep hills, acid rain, unknown territory, etc) would translate to several hours to an average person.

☆ Feel free to use the NPC scientists however you'd like. If you want your character to find some dead, you can. If you'd prefer they be rescued, that is also acceptable. These are essentially 'your' NPCs that you are using to facilitate the story at this point — the sky is the metaphoric limit!

❀ BOOZE

A week. You've been here for a week.

By now, you might have tried to venture out of Basecamp Leviathan and experienced firsthand the acid rains that the security officers warned you about. Or you might be teaching the kids at the schoolyard how to gamble. In any event, Thorkil seems to take pity on his disoriented new friends and taps his distillery for a little help.

Invitation passes by word of mouth to meet at the memorial wall. Moonshine of questionable quality is passed around in tin cups — hope no one's afraid of germs — as Thorkil explains the great relief it is to be gaining people instead of losing them. This settlement isn't big, and they aren't overburdened with hope or supplies, but there's been a lot of loss in the past three years. Some people might be willing to look at the arrival of these newcomers as a sign that things are turning around.

Bottoms up, hatchlings, and ... Happy Birthday?

A few notes:
☆ Feel free to turn this into an impromptu party. Maybe you're celebrating getting all the scientists back alive! Maybe it's something like a wake to remember them in the sad event of their passing. Either way, many of the engineers and other NPCs may join you in this moonlight drinking session, as well as whatever PCs you tag out to or are tagged by.)

❀ OBLIGATORY NETWORK


Welcome people of all kinds to Basecamp Leviathan! I'd give you a hand moving in except...

I have no hands.
Because I'm an AI.
Get it?
It's a joke.

My name is Cartagena. But anyway, this isn't about me or the Adamant for once. This is about all of you. So if you would kindly fill out the following questionnaire to get to know each other; it would also be very helpful for my systems.

NOTE: Participation is MANDATORY.

That was another joke. It's all voluntary. You people and your free will.

1. What is your name?
2. Where are you from?
3. What's your favorite smell? Please describe it as you would to a person without a nose. Because I do not have a nose.
4. If you could be any animal in any world, what would you be?
5. How old are you?
6. Did you enjoy this questionnaire?

Thank you for your participation! Please enjoy the rest of your stay here at Basecamp Leviathan.


trassel: (07.)

[personal profile] trassel 2021-05-03 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
You are frightened and alone.

[ Perhaps not helpless. He doubts any soldier — any cartographer — would be. And without pressing for the root cause of the emotion, he can only make guesses. And her fear still lingers. ]

It is useful, in those situations, to have allies. If you seek one in me, perhaps that is what you'll find. But I can't decide that for you.
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[personal profile] sunmon 2021-05-03 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
Sounds like you're alone and looking for allies, too.

[ maybe they all are. maybe they're all as scared as she had been when she had found herself unable to call the sun, after slipping on the goopy refuse of those eggs, sputtering and half-blind. it's an unsettling commonality to have with the enemy.

she gets to her feet.
]

I'll think about it.
unfastens: (what i'm given)

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[personal profile] unfastens 2021-05-03 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ This kid is huge. Kid, he has to assume, based on the voice. Considering how strange literally everything going on around him is, though, Bruno is only staring at him in surprise for a brief moment before shaking his head. ]

Even if you're not hungry, you should eat. This isn't the time to be picky.

[ especially someone this big?! He's got to keep up his strength. ]
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[personal profile] dragonwarder 2021-05-03 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ONE]

[For an extended period of time, there is at least one among the number of the hatched who refuses to speak or sit once she is entered or returned to her cell. There is a hardness in her bright eyes, the sort that promises terrible retribution each time she is forcefully moved from one place to another. She never fights, but carries herself with a stiff dignity in and out. After all, despite the cold temperature of her gaze, she's a small woman -- not particularly muscular, and certainly without any weapon that would earn her an advantage.

She is waiting.

The long, silvered hair has begun to curl since being showered, unbraided and falling all the way down Daenerys' back. When locals come to oogle, she does not speak to them either, beyond low and minimal conversation when someone is brave enough to speak to her directly. Those conversations never last very long. After a time of being left to her own devices, she finally seats herself and stares patiently ahead of her.

But whenever a new person enters or reenters, she is on her feet again and watching. She does not speak to the first person that the guards bring, but the third or fourth.]


What did you tell them?

[TWO]

[Daenerys opts to return to the chambers the moment she is released. After all, she'd already had so much taken from her at the gates of King's Landing -- if there was anything or anyone left that she recognized, she would not have them taken from her as well.

She is first alerted to trouble when a familiar roar echoes down the hall, prompting her to launch into a sprint. As the shout escalate and the cacophony rises, she can feel her heartbeat pounding in her ears.]


Drogon--wait! Stop!

[Daenerys does not have time to be surprised by the desperation in her voice when she cries it, caught by the arms of security officers as she struggles to her through the doorway and to the heaving behemoth laying exhausted outside of a pod. In such a state, no matter how large he was, the dragon was vulnerable to the sudden press of attention. If he rose in an attempt to defend himself ...

Well, many in the room would die, and he would likely go with them. So, as the security officers hold her back, she practically spits in a panic to speak to the dragon in an unfamiliar (and yet, somehow familiar) language:]


Daorys ziry ōdrikosy! Kīvio issa!

[Drogon, the black dragon who had begun to lift his head already, turns his angry orange gaze weakly upon her for the briefest of moments before he settles back upon the ground, heaving in an attempt to clear his lungs of blue fluid. It is only once it becomes obvious that the leviathan is her's that the guards release her, and she rushes over wipe blue fluid from his nostrils with her sleeve.

When she realizes that the fluid is too much to simply wipe off, she looks over at the nearest person in frustration.]


If you're going to stare, at least bring me water. A towel. Something.

[WILDCARD]

[Do you want a mad queen and her dragon along for a rescue mission or something else? HIT ME.]
Edited 2021-05-03 01:04 (UTC)
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[personal profile] needfully 2021-05-03 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ ominous indeed.... only one thing really comes to mind when he reads that description: ]

Like a ghost?

[ Is it a joke, or is he serious? It's impossible to tell over text, but he's wondering just how bizarre these other worlds that people come from are— if something like ghosts wouldn't be too outlandish, that would tell him a lot. ]
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[personal profile] ulfrkysst 2021-05-03 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Eivor looks up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. The man's face looks familiar to her in shape and color -- Norse? Or perhaps a Dane? -- and she relaxes somewhat.]

Mm. It tastes just as foul.

[She pushes the cup aside, giving it an unpleasant look. The inhospitable nature of this offering is egregious.]

No ale. Not even beer.
trassel: (14.)

[personal profile] trassel 2021-05-03 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ Only a slight shrug. More is always more useful than less; it doesn't trouble him to return to that state. Besides, he has Nina, and Trass, and that's all the friendship he requires. ]

[ Matthias nods. ]

We will see each other again soon, Alina. Thank you for the meal.
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[personal profile] unfastens 2021-05-03 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
That's my line.

[ what is this kid doing here... he's not surprised, exactly, seeing as he's usually surrounded by troubled teens and is a former troubled teen, himself, but that doesn't mean he feels great about it, sword or not. (Bruno, for his apart, appears to be completely unarmed.) ]

I'm assuming you know how to use that, [ pointing plainly at the sword on his back, ] but cockiness will get you killed. No one's going down there alone - especially not a kid like you.
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[personal profile] neversmall 2021-05-03 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ She can't help but smile a little, but it's a hollow sort of expression, the echoes of terror linger at the corners. ] There was a storm.

[ She takes a deep breath. This is not the time to remember the freezing dark, the howling wind, how many times she'd come close to drowning. ]

The drüskelle who's here... [ how could she even describe what had happened between them? It was secret and dark and one of the most real things she'd ever experienced. ] I saw him on a discarded piece of the ship. I kept us both warm using my powers while he swam us to shore. We saved each others lives. And we kept saving each other's lives all the way to Arkesk. He's changed.
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ii!

[personal profile] needfully 2021-05-03 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
I don't taste any poison.

[ He answers quite bluntly, and very seriously, lifting his own cup just as she's spitting out a mouthful. As if to confirm and double check what he just said, he takes a hearty swig himself, swallowing it down, mentally checking his taste buds for the familiar, subtle hints of flavors like arsenic, laxatives, things of that sort. Hmm, nothing but usual shitty coffee flavor. So that's good! ]

Why, do you?

[ Maybe there's a secret, otherworldly poison in this coffee that he's never had the chance to sample before? And his newfound companion has? That would be an interesting development. ]
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[personal profile] unclesam 2021-05-03 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ Quite frankly, Sam just assumes someone's been hitting the bar already. ]

it's like cool. maybe lay off the booze, yeah?
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[personal profile] sunmon 2021-05-03 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ in perhaps the most telling reaction so far, the one most evident of how her time in the little palace had changed her: ]

How do you know he isn't lying to you?

[ it would be the smart move. it is what alina is doing, right now. lying to general kirigan so that he won't turn on her. they are in the thick of it together, trapped. she cannot flee him here. he will either control him by force, or he will be lulled into believing he has control of her already. how different could matthias really be? ]
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[personal profile] sunmon 2021-05-03 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
That I'm from Os Alta, in Ravka. That my name is Alina Starkov. That I don't know anything about how we got inside their base.

[ she cuts a look at daenerys. her hair shines like moonlight even in the dim light of the cells. her face is all soft shapes, yet in her eyes are only hard edges. alina frowns. ]

The truth. What were you planning to tell them?
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[personal profile] demonicbeauty 2021-05-03 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
BOoze? Issnt' that a sssslang term for al cohol?

I've had no Booze
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[personal profile] unclesam 2021-05-03 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ He looks down at the shield, a bit of a complicated expression crossing his features, but ultimately he breathes out slow and deep, nods. ]

Yeah, it's mine. Swords don't really go with this, though.

[ Amusement twitches on his features briefly. ]

Not that kinda combat gear.
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[personal profile] neversmall 2021-05-03 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ She blinks. That is a telling question. After all, Alina's already made it painfully clear that she's aware she's talking to a Heartrender.

But Nina just smiles and shrugs one shoulder. ]


I don't think Matthias knows how to lie. And even if he could lie to me, he wouldn't, not about this. He's the most honorable person I've ever met.
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[personal profile] unfastens 2021-05-03 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ he has no idea why this guy's so damn passive when this is clearly an emergency, but whatever!! beggars can't be choosers. Bruno doesn't mind that he has to watch his own back here - he's more than capable - but saving the scientists is why they made the godawful trek here. He could at least show a little more determination. ]

That's right. Now focus on the mission! [ as far as getting over there, Bruno has a plan, because of course he does. ] We're going over. Hold on to me.

[ as he speaks, Sticky Fingers flickers into view behind him. Can nen users see Stands?! You decide. Either way, it's winding up a fist, and Bruno's holding out an arm for Illumi to grab onto. ]
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[personal profile] morozova 2021-05-03 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
We'll have to be careful. ( it feels like they're plotting to sneak away to the kitchens or the fountain rather than escaping from a hostile camp.

to see a dragon, no less. )
I haven't had to break out of a cell in years.
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[personal profile] sunmon 2021-05-03 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
When did you last need to?

[ it feels like it might be the first honest thing he's mentioned to her. alina reaches for it, leaps for it. would he have told her, if baghra hadn't? did he already plan to? maybe not. ]
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[personal profile] unclesam 2021-05-03 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
Gauze is gonna be in short supply before long.

[ It's not a disagreement, Sam's merely thinking out loud, crossing his arms and following the gaze into the kit.

15 kilometres to the rescue site. That's roughly 2 hours at a brisk, military march, and Sam doubts they'll hit that. More like 3 hours if he's generous with an untrained squad. Slower still with wounded on the way back. 6 to 8 hours is the window in which a wound that requires it should be stitched, stapled or otherwise properly closed. Depending on the state of survivors, that might end up cutting it close. ]


Alright, Doc, I hear ya. Look, I know it feels shit, but I've done emergency sutures in the desert. Ain't pretty, gotta do it sometimes. [ And re-open, disinfect and re-suture later. War's gruesome. ] Should save that for worst cases, though. Keep the suture kit - I'd rather end up not having to risk it than not having the option. I'll see if we can't charm our way into some clean cloth to shore up on temporary gauze replacements. We got anything in there to help with acid burns?
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[personal profile] sunmon 2021-05-03 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
Sorry.

[ she ducks her head. ]

That was a stupid question.

[ but it's hard to imagine any druskelle — any fjerdan — who isn't an enemy. then again, it's hard to imagine the general being the black heretic. the world isn't what she'd thought it was. ]
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[personal profile] morozova 2021-05-03 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
( he tips his head back, looking up at the ceiling as if counting back the years. too long. )

When I was much younger, I found myself in the court of a Fjerdan king. He did not know what I was and I was quite careful to keep the truth from him.
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[personal profile] unclesam 2021-05-03 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ So either that's the most uncanny robot, or the most junior Stark wannabe Sam's seen in his life.

Sam refuses, absolutely, utterly refuses, to think of AJ and Cass, the nephews he lost 5 years with, who went from toddlers to little people practically overnight for Sam.

He shifts in his seat though, looks up at the oversized tin cat with a kid's voice, and chuckles warmly. ]


Yeah, when I was kid I used to eat dirt and convince myself it was proper food, too. This ain't fooling me.
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[personal profile] sunmon 2021-05-03 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
A Fjerdan king. Not the Fjerdan king.

[ a previous one. she'd known that grisha lived long lives when they used their powers. baghra had explained plenty to her. but long enough to be the black heretic? ]

How many kings have lived and died since you were born?
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[personal profile] needfully 2021-05-03 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ i'm going to say nen users can see.... Something. Like a mirage, but not a full image. He can sense a shift in the energy behind this man, similar to how he might feel around something conjured from aura, and Illumi's face remains effortlessly blank, thinking to himself about all the ways this could obviously go wrong. This person is a stranger, not someone he can trust with his life, not to mention Illumi has almost no motivation to save the lives of these people, aside from not getting kicked out of that base camp. And, he supposes, not making enemies with the fellow Hatchlings. Still, there's certainly no urgency for him, considering how he stares hard at that offered arm like it's a foreign object.

Well. If this person has an ability to get across the crevice in this cave, then so be it. Illumi will still throw him to the metaphorical wolves (wolves = rats) should they land and the mission prove to be impossible to complete. His first priority will be making sure he survives, the secondary objective being observe the creatures on the planet. The third and fourth being keep an eye on this person's ability, followed by the least of his worries: saving the scientists. ]


Thanks. [ His voice, unlike his expression, seems rather lighthearted, his grip tentative when he latches on to Bruno's arm. Truth be told, his stare is a little unsettling, likely because Illumi is thinking absentmindedly that he will break this person's arm if they endanger his life. His free hand that isn't holding onto Bruno pulls a round headed needle out from his own clothing, sharp and glinting. ] You have a plan to avoid getting burned?