expiationmods: (Default)
Expiation Mods ([personal profile] expiationmods) wrote in [community profile] expiationlogs2023-07-13 02:36 pm

{EVENT #3} ADVERSITY 1665648.6754

INTO THE DESERT

MOD NOTES:

Please direct any questions to the corresponding comment below. Note that character decisions and actions taken on these prompts will affect future events, storylines, and relationships with other peoples of Expiation.

You can find the OOC poll here. Please pick from the corresponding options with the appropriate character journal. If you use a personal journal or a journal not part of Expiation, your votes will not be counted. Remember that if your character did something different than what is in the prompts given, leave a comment in the OOC poll entry and link to your comment in the option made available.

We will provide an IC post in exactly one week with the results of the poll that will wrap up the event. You may mingle on it if you like, but the most important purpose is to share the effects of character decisions on this event.

The various prompts are, of course, optional.


 

FOLLOW THE FAIRIES

     

On the morning of the 14th, Chosen will wake to the sound of loud clanging outside as what seems like a band of fairies has arrived to town. Most of them don’t talk, they simply stare expectantly as they float above the ground and gain the attention of the Chosen. If a character tries to speak to them, most will roll their eyes or shake their heads—some possibly using rude gestures to get their point across. They seem like they’re waiting for something, and their stubborn silence might be a problem for some of the more impatient Chosen. Characters who are nice to them might get some sass, or some eye rolling. Characters who are more impatient and try to yell, fight, or harm the fairies might find themselves… afflicted. They might not be able to hear for a while, they might not be able to see—maybe they’ll be floating in the air as if in a bubble, not able to move one way or another besides squirming and yelling at the cranky fairies. It could be a lesser affliction, too—maybe your allergies suddenly act up, or you have a massive cramp in your legs so that you can’t go anywhere. These effects don’t last long, though, only about ten or fifteen minutes. Their purpose isn’t to harm anyone, they’re just trying to tell the ruder Chosen to kindly fuck off. Other lesser status effects might happen—but the intention is never to harm, just to distract.

”Good grief, how did I end up with this job today…”

A larger fairy comes flying up, and the others surrounding him roll their eyes in even more exasperation than anything the Chosen would’ve gotten out of them. He sighs in an exaggerated way, before putting on what seems to be a fairy’s sort of version of a Customer Service Smile. When he speaks, he’s smiling but he sounds bored out of his mind:

”Today, we’re taking volunteers to a blighted area that needs to be recovered. You may keep whatever you find there… probably. And before you ask, we can’t do it ourselves. So, if everyone’s ready–”

The fairies behind him make a motion, almost like they’re unzipping a zipper. With a sound of tear, a hole appears in the air behind him, almost as if the scenery itself has been torn. A couple more fairies pull and stretch the tear until it’s big enough for the Chosen to walk through. If the Chosen to look through the tear, they can see that there’s a desert on the other side of it. It looks to be some kind of ruins, actually—but don’t wait too long.

”Please! We don’t have a all day.”

Mr. Expedition isn’t too happy with hesitation.

**NPC will be available for interaction at this point!



 

JOURNEY TO THE DESERT


When the Chosen step through, they find themselves in the middle of some desert ruins. There’s not much on the horizon to see other than sand, and an oasis that looks like it’s off in the distance. If characters try to exit the city and go further out, they’re stopped and find themselves teleported back somehow. The fairies give a little chuckle when it happens, so maybe it was them? They can’t go further into the desert than where they’re at right now. There are stone buildings, but there are also metal remains of structures scattered around the area—just about the size of Aldrip. There’s remnants of businesses, restaurants and houses. Some are standing, and some are only remembered by a single dining room table sitting in the middle of the sand.

"Well ? What are you waiting for? Go on, do your… thing. Be tourists! Snoop! Investigate! Engage! Or… whatever it is you do. But I’d be ready when it turns dark. Oh! You might come across people – wait, I meant beings that don’t seem quite right. They are harmless enough in the daylight, but at night? Well, I’d be careful, if I were you."

**NPC will be available for interaction at this point!



I. THERE'S SAND IN MY SHOES

     

Chosen who wander the ruins may note that it looks like some of the buildings were left in a hurry. Some of them look like people just disappeared from the inside— everything remains intact, as if nothing has been moved or taken out of the building. Plates out, covered with dust and sand, as if waiting for a lunch that’ll never come, or at the bar with liquor still in smaller shot glasses. Twinkies that have been unopened and are, somehow, inexplicably,, still good—

The remnants of the interiors are covered in thick layers of dust, but when they look inside, everything is painted. Everything is treated as a mural, from the inside walls to the outside. From religious figures, partial landscapes, and even some cartoon-looking characters—there’s a little bit of everything painted. Nothing seems to be just plain, almost as if the people who had lived there had considered everything a blank canvas. There may still be buckets of paint that characters find still hanging around, dried up from disuse, but still there. Beneath piles of rubble, the Chosen can find canvases, easels and other art supplies, most in various states of disrepair from age.

Besides paper used for art work, it doesn’t look like there’s much in the way of books or newspapers.Instead, they’re able to find something that looks almost like a smartwatch: sleek, with minimal interface, but when touched, they activate a few seconds of what looks like decayed hologram log.

We have to work together! We can’t let them separate us—

The hologram disappears. The Chosen can fiddle with this device and try to restore the hologram, but it just repeats the same distorted words over and over in a loop.

Besides the watches are what look like datapads that are found around the buildings as well. Touching them will cause the screen to flash in and out, almost as if there’s something wrong with their wiring. But words on a screen can be found intermittently—

Those bastards, they left us THEY LEFT

But wait… You feel a sudden chill down your neck. Are you being watched? Was that a shadow moving from the corner of your eye? You look, but don’t see anything. No, that’s silly. Mr. Expedition is the one watching you. Of course. That’s all it was

Of course.



II. LEAVE NO STONE UNTURNED

     


The Chosen are a thorough bunch, aren’t they? As they continue to investigate the ruins, they’ll be able to access places like pantries, drawers, closets, and basements that are still roughly intact. Kind of. There are various things in these nooks and crannies: characters will be able to find various sundries like money, or sheer metal, or old dilapidated clothing. Jewelry boxes may still have earrings or necklaces, tool boxes may still have tools inside, things like that. A lot of it is personal, tucked away in storage, waiting for owners who have seemingly not returned. Some of it is useless junk: broken toys, half-disintegrated candy wrappers, and the like.

”You might want to keep those items for later.”


Mr. Expedition says this over the Chosen’s shoulder, but when they turn around, he’s gone again.

What he doesn’t warn for… are the traps. There’s tripwire, and devices on the doors to ensure that they’re not messed with. What kind of traps?

Well, they’re mostly harmless.

Most of the traps are just pranks: trap doors springing open beneath a character's feet, a loud burst of firecrackers upon opening a drawer, pie-in-the-face pranks with pie shells that have long since dried up. There is an endless variety, and nothing causes more than light bruising or startling. What will the Chosen pick up? What traps will they end up springing? Well, that's up to you.




 

THOSE WHO COME AT NIGHT


As Mr. Expedition mentioned earlier, there are some… people hanging around. Or are they people at all? Sometimes it can be as simple as a shadow, a trick of the light...others look as if they’re merely ghosts. Whether the Chosen try to talk to them or not, they don’t say much.

Why me?
Why us?
Why why why why why


It’s nothing that really makes sense to the Chosen… so maybe it’s not that important to interact with them. Right?

As the day gets darker and it turns to night, the figures become more tangible. Their forms become clearer, now: what looks like people with strange but possibly familiar markings running along their skin. They’re probably unnerving enough, with their incoherent speech that just gets louder and louder.But they're not the only concern here: the bigger problem is that something else is becoming more tangible, too. These creatures might have been humanoid, once: they seem to have two arms, two legs, and what looks like a head…but all of them look fuzzy, almost like they're half-there, with indistinct features and black holes where their faces should be. Even if they don't have mouths…they still scream when they attack.




III. DESERT'S HAUNTED

     


These creatures see the fairies—and anyone who might be accompanying them—as a threat, and they react accordingly. The marked humanoids ("Oh, ew, Infected!" Mr. Expedition will hastily explain, if asked), who had barely paid attention to the visitors earlier, turn more hostile at the sound of the screams, almost as if the shadowy mutations are encouraging them to join the attack. Curiously, their markings become more prominent at the sound of the screams, as well. They all seem averse to light, which might be why Mr. Expedition has encouraged the Chosen to stay close to camp. The campfire provides refuge from all of the hostile creatures, but for those enterprising enough to try exploring at night…well, good luck.

"Ah, yep, there they are,"
Mr. Expedition ponders aloud, ducking behind a group of the Chosen. "Now, let's see. What was I supposed to tell you about them? Hmm…something about 'the attack'." And then, just like that, he's gone again.

How helpful.

Chosen who attack the Ghosts will find this to be a futile effort: weapons, magic, and objects lobbed at the creatures are absorbed in the black void of their bodies. Physical attacks with fists and the like are repelled: the Chosen will find themselves thrown several feet away after trying.

The Infected, as Mr. Expedition called them, do not seem to be invulnerable. The Chosen are able to attack and push them back with weapons, magic, and physical attacks, which can prove fatal to them. When they die, their bodies disappear from the field moments after they're struck down.

Both the Ghosts and the Infected are able to hurt the Chosen, tearing at them with claws. The wounds caused by these creatures seem normal enough, but are invulnerable to magical healing, and take a strangely long time to heal…



IV. KNEW THAT'D COME IN HANDY

     


"Aha! I got it!" Mr. Expedition cries, reappearing over the Chosen a few minutes later. "Be nice! Remember the attack! And items have power!" He bows, as if he's made the most helpful announcement in the world, and then disappears again.


So…what does that mean? And why did he wait until now to even say anything?

Chosen that are able to think quickly may remember his words from earlier about holding onto some of the personal items they found in the ruins. They might also remember how some of their ranks had been Branded before, and how selfless acts helped them overcome those struggles. The Infected may stand down when they're held back from hurting others, or given a possession that someone found earlier. If given a personal item—any personal item—from the ruins, they pause their fighting, their faces going blank for a few moments. The markings begin to face, and they collapse on the ground. they're still alive, but unconscious.

The Ghosts are more formidable. They don't have the same reaction to the personal items, but they seem to be strongly affected by acts of protection. Witnessing the Chosen exhibiting these acts of kindness is what ultimately gets a Ghost to stop in its tracks. These creatures are too far gone to revert to a humanoid form, though—if their tastes are met, they simply fade away.




 

THOSE WHO STAYED BEHIND



We get it, not everyone trusts fairies. Those who choose not to go on the expedition to the ruins might find things eerily quiet in Aldrip. There are a few fairies who stay behind and continue to coax the ground back to life, of course—and just as before, they encourage the Chosen to help them do so.
But if they're paying attention, the Chosen might notice that something is amiss. Parts of signs on buildings have blinked out of existence. Some of the local residents of Aldrip act as if they're lagging. Some even flicker in and out of existence…but that's fine, right? Nothing to worry about.

Right?



V. IT'S NOT A BUG, IT'S A FEATURE

     

For those who have stayed behind, there's plenty of work to do in Aldrip and the surrounds. Buildings still sit in disrepair after the last event—haven't the locals been working on that? no? what have they been doing all this time?—and decayed wood and underbrush need to be removed from Pessiria Forest.

Now would be a great time to begin working on building up new things, too: plenty of Chosen have been talking about building homes or dorms to ease the pressure on the Inn, and some of the locals still whisper concerns about what happens if refrigeration fails again. Do they have enough crops to feed everyone, after that giant monster withered so much of the area? Where are you going to put all that debris, anyway? And what about the paths between towns that still lie in disrepair?

Unfortunately, the Chosen are almost entirely on their own for this. The people of Aldrip seem particularly helpless in the face of change, and some even seem to freeze up at the thought of helping out…wait. Are they actually frozen? They're not blinking. Or moving. …Oh, they're fine now.

This is fine!



VI. FUCK IT, WE BALL (WILDCARD)

     

Just because there’s not a prompt for it doesn’t mean that your character’s actions aren’t acceptable. If you wish to do anything that hasn’t been directly addressed by the prompts, leave a message for the mod team to say what your character would do. If you choose to go down this path, note it as a comment on the OOC poll when it goes up, and leave a link to your threads so that we can take all actions into consideration for the next State of the Game.



entreats: (she's not good enough)

[personal profile] entreats 2023-08-07 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Ange glances up from what she was looking at - nothing too interesting, or it would have held her attention more to try and figure things out from what she's seeing - to shoot a straight look at Emet-Selch.

It's a look that lingers for a moment or two, like she's trying to figure something out here, but when she can't seem to tell from appearances, she just flat-out asks:

"Are you human?"

You know.

A totally normal question to ask someone else in the middle of all of this, right. Nothing strange going on here.
entreats: (was to just blame myself)

[personal profile] entreats 2023-08-07 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ .. another look. This time mostly because she's trying to assess whether he's telling the truth about his ability, or if he's just thinking of the first excuse he can find to laze about - Ange certainly wouldn't put a lie like that past most people.

(It's also better to think about than whether he was joking about the other thing or not, because Ange refuses to let herself get flustered out here. Nuh-huh. Not the time, not the place!!) ]


I don't see.

[ Sorry, Dazai. Rest denied.. ]

You don't want to be stuck here until you're old and gross, right? We need to hurry up and find out what's going on around here so we can get back already. Surely any idiot could find at least a clue or two around here simply by looking around. [ I-is she calling him an idiot, or just speaking in general?

Who knows, honestly. ]
grappler: ([203])

[personal profile] grappler 2023-08-07 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[everything's Dazai's fault tbh.

she can't help but smirk a little at his words, and then finishes the treat as well.]


Beggars can't be choosers... and just not something I'm used to. Healthy food's kind of rare for me too, but I also don't eat shit that has ten pounds of sugar in it.
caregives: (136)

[personal profile] caregives 2023-08-07 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[yeah well, she wasn't really expecting him to be super nice here.]

I don't. The Aldrip locals seem to be very fond of Those Who Were There though, but I haven't found anything tangible about them yet.

[better than nothing, maybe?]
rebellions: it's super effective! (ragna used rage!)

[personal profile] rebellions 2023-08-07 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ To be perfectly honest, Ragna could do this all day, but does he want to? Hell no. If Ange can use her magic to speed things up, she certainly won't see him complaining. Usually he's not exactly enthusiastic about the thought of teamwork, but he'll save his complaints about that, if any, for once they're in the clear. ]

Got it!

[ He dispatches the next Infected who approaches him without problems, sparing no thought to the morality of harming or killing them in case they happen to be actual people under those weird markings. And why would he? They're attacking him, so what happens to them next is none of his concern.

He makes sure none of them can get anywhere close to Ange, but as he's been learning lately, fighting for yourself and protecting someone else are two entirely different things, and as comfortable he is with the former, the latter can still prove to be a challenge if they end up surrounded. ]


Anytime this century would be good, y'know!

[ He hopes that whatever she's cooking will be effective enough to at least provide enough distraction for them to put some distance between the foes and themselves. ]
bulleting: (pic#16501206)

[personal profile] bulleting 2023-08-07 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm fine. I was in a building across the way, I only saw the damage done and wanted to make sure no one was injured.

[Concern is still on her face, but then it disappears into surprise when Scott admits the source of those blast. From...him? She glances back to the room, noting the open box with the boxing glove, the angle of the blast-- adding that with his reaction to his glasses, and -- oh.]

Your eyes. That's why you needed your glasses, isn't it? The blast came from your eyes.

[Which is. Weird as fuck to say out loud. She can't really comprehend or understand it, but logic and magic from her world don't necessarily apply to the next. It's definitely an ability she's never heard of, but she can suddenly understand why he snapped the way he did. She could only imagine how stressful that had to be, if it was something out of his control.]
baldrshand: Watchful look (I may know the answers.)

[personal profile] baldrshand 2023-08-08 01:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ethlyn didn't think specialized instruments to handle aged paper were something that even existed--being as she is from the kind of setting that will have archaeology done about it rather than having a lot of time for it themselves.]

Let's have a look. [She gently lifts the journal out and places it with equal care onto the desk so she can have a rummage around the drawers.] I wouldn't have thought about special instruments in the first place. Still, there might be something...

[Something turns out to be a yellowed plastic case whose faded leters proclaim it to be an eyeglass repair kit. Another cracked and flaking case nearby holds the glasses themselves... the screwdrivers and tweezers in the kit are rusty, but otherwise intact.]

You think this would do?
laserguy: (yeah sure man)

[personal profile] laserguy 2023-08-08 02:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[Scott's head visibly tilts as he takes in what she just said to him. So, if healthy food is rare for her and she doesn't eat unhealthy shit, then...

......]


So... what do you eat then? Don't tell me you just drink all your meals.

[That sounds really gross, honestly!! What about enjoying a fatty hamburger or shoving your face with french fries?? Oh right, this is still unhealthy food, what about eating... an apple, yeah. Even that sounds better than drinking all your food!!

Scott can't stop himself from making a face as he lets his thoughts wander.]
laserguy: (who you calling a nerd)

[personal profile] laserguy 2023-08-08 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[So, she came over here because of the destruction that he caused. Great. While he's truly glad that she's not hurt because of him, Scott can feel his mood worsening with each passing moment, that earlier agitation growing no matter how many times he tries to calm his rising temper. He wants to focus on how everyone's safe, that no one got hurt, but he can't quite get over his anger.

So of course, he snaps at her.]


Aren't you fucking Sherlock Holmes? [He feels a brief moment of shame for snapping at someone that just helped him, that really only seems to care about his well-being, but that only makes him more upset. Feelings are so stupid!!]

Yeah, my stupid eyes with my dumb uncontrollable powers caused everything.
nullificates: (o70)

[personal profile] nullificates 2023-08-08 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, I don't trust you. I'll bring someone else to get you out, I don't want to die by a lady, I want to die with a lady, do you understand? See you soon!

(NOT THAT HE WILL. HE'S JUST SMELLING THE ANGER IN THE AIR. NOPE. CALM DOWN THERE FOR A WHILE, VI.)
nullificates: (b40)

[personal profile] nullificates 2023-08-08 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
You're with me, so you're okay, alright? I got you, and Chuuya-- ew, I hate to say it, but he's got you too, I'm sure.

(because dazai's got sigma, after all. the touch becomes a half-hug as he walks them out of the house, so sigma doesn't get trapped again.)

Ah, your little friend?
nullificates: (b9)

[personal profile] nullificates 2023-08-08 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
(dazai's not very comfortable, knowing how skinny he is, but he's distracted from that fact as he uses the length of his arm to reach the hat before it goes too far. success, he sets it carefully next to them as his attention finally drops to the man on his thighs.

... and he pokes his cheek. his poor heart, please stay still, he likes this menace so much.)


Can you even really sleep?! So much light, Nikols...!!
nullificates: (Default)

[personal profile] nullificates 2023-08-08 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
(it's been open, but he'll continue tinkering and moving it around for appearance sake. it's a way to keep this conversation going longer, after all.)

I'm Dazai, owner of Lupin! Caitlyn, huh! Nice to meet you, bella!
nullificates: (22)

[personal profile] nullificates 2023-08-08 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
My dearest, you're welcome to try if you have one of your own. Here is my hand, you may touch it, and see for yourself!

(and if she does, she'll feel her ability embraced by a cool wash, calming, numbing, waves that crash but don't do damage to the surface. it tends to be uncomfortable for most, as if someone strapped something fundamentally human from their own identity - itself. to others, a nice, calming feeling to a screaming ability that won't quit it)

Oh, I won't live that long, not to worry! Anyway, what did you find, after all!

(uno reverse.)
entreats: (and leave it outside)

[personal profile] entreats 2023-08-08 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Is this really the moment for that? I thought we were supposed to be investigating.

[ .. not that she's dropping the entire topic all at once, though. Even though Ange does start to look around her again after saying that, when she speaks up, it's like she returns a little bit to what they were talking about all the same, with: ]

Unless you're saying you're the witch behind all of this. [ He's definitely not.

.. okay, maybe 99% certainly not. But even though Ange's voice is flat, she is kind of interested at least to know whether he is like the witches from back home, or just something else with powers entirely. ]
entreats: (remember more than)

[personal profile] entreats 2023-08-08 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
If we figure this out quickly, we will be.

[ She says it so confidently too - like she thinks it's fully possible to do exactly that, as long as everyone is doing their best here.

Especially since there was that talk about things being more dangerous at night.. Well, that just means they have to hurry things up and wrap it up quickly, right? How much could there possibly be to investigate here?

(Words said mere moments before disaster.) ]


I believe we can do that. [ Maybe later Ange will look back on this and find the confidence here cringy.. It leans just a little bit too close to Belief In Teamwork and all those sappy things she'd rather not get associated with.

But sometimes you need to say cringy stuff to help a.. a f-f-fr.. S-She can't even think the word!! ]


How about you? You got that little confidence in your club members? That's not a very leader-like attitude.
entreats: (as if hurrying the sound of rain)

[personal profile] entreats 2023-08-08 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ange takes in a deep breath. It's not easy, doing this - not when they're in the middle of a hectic situation where there's technically no time for this, and not when she hasn't done this in quite some time now. There was never really a need to do it before ever since she got dragged into this world, after all.

Which is why the girl isn't even sure whether it'll work to begin with. But she has to at least try, so she tries as much as she can to drown out the sound of the battle around her in her mind, trusting Ragna that he'll keep her safe enough, even when she's concentrating on something else than dodging the attacks going on here.

She raises her hands, which glow with golden magic.

Ange can at least hear what Ragna is saying, but she does her best to surpress the instinctive urge to snark back at him. This so isn't the moment, and she has to remain focused, and-- she knows he's got to mean well anyway, if he's bothering to help her at all.

So when Ange opens her mouth, it's instead to call forth her magic: ]


Come, rise, and forgive the sin! The seven sisters of Purgatory!

[ Blood-red magic circles appear all around them, and slipping out of them as if they are portals are seven.. odd objects. They look a little like stakes, or ice picks, except they're oddly decorated..

But what might be more important is that they seem to fly through the air by themselves after appearing - at speeds that are too quick for the human eye to even follow. They bounce off everything they can find, whether it's the ground, or rocks, or walls from nearby buildings, and then just continue to ricochet around like that.

They mostly seem to be trying to get between the Infected and the two of them - and Ragna will even find that even if he moves, the stakes will not hit him, like they're purposefully making sure to fly right past him without touching him. It seems to work, since every time the Infected threaten to get closer to the two of them, one of the stakes will fly right in its path, stopping the Infected in its tracks. ]
feintofhart: ([ mid phase ] pretty boy hair)

[personal profile] feintofhart 2023-08-09 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
Sandalphone, sorry about that, [ he says, even though it's not his fault his player made a typo. Oops! ]

At any rate, I'm glad it did the trick for now. Get it looked at properly once we're back, but... [ Claude plants his hands on his hips, looking about the area. ] We'll have to get back first. We should try to get back and regroup with more people later, see if we can come up with a strategy for dealing with those things.

[ He jerks his thumb at his back, where his mighty bow is perched. ] I'm an archer. Usually I shoot on wyvernback, but my wyvern didn't exactly come with me.

[ More's the pity. He misses her terribly. ]

But with or without her, I don't think my arrows would do much to that thing. And neither did your magic, it seems. It's a mystery -- which is usually right up my alley, but I like them a lot less when they're actively trying to kill me.

What is Sandalphon, anyway?
feintofhart: ([ mid phase ] staring through eyelashes)

[personal profile] feintofhart 2023-08-09 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
Well... that's some kinda luck, I guess. Even traps are clues! Which is to say, for there to be traps, someone had to have been able to set them up, but this place is deserted!

[ Claude gestures for Tsuna to follow him as they tread down the hallway, his eyes darting to and fro as he attempts to take in their surroundings. ]

But the traps themselves are pretty weird, don't you think? You'd think if they'd want to seriously hurt trespassers, we'd be hurt. These feel more like bad pranks.
theskyaccepts: (not entirely sure)

[personal profile] theskyaccepts 2023-08-09 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
[It's definitely Tsuna's kind of luck, unfortunately. But Tsuna jogs a few steps before falling in behind Claude.]

Yeah, that's one way to put them. But they were pretty thorough, whoever set them up.

But it's like they were waiting for someone, or a bunch of someones.
ticket218: (♠ 16)

[personal profile] ticket218 2023-08-09 07:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, that's. Quite nice, actually. He can't remember the last time he was treated so gently--was he ever, come to think of it? Surely it would be selfish of him to let it continue, to want more, and yet...

As if on cue, a flutter of wings takes Sigma's attention. The fairy friend's moved to hovering over Sigma's shoulder instead of sitting on it, allowing the half-hug to happen with a curious, measuring look aimed at Dazai.
]

Oh! It seems the fairies were searching this place before us, and this little one lost something important. So I'm helping them find it.
orphne: (Kotone 215)

[personal profile] orphne 2023-08-09 12:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[She doesn't miss that grimace, but she files it away for something to ask about later. After this is all over, maybe, they can talk about this stuff. Scott has all this power, but he never had to fight like she did, huh...? In some ways, she isn't sure if that's a good thing or not.]

I can't, [she confirms. If she had a free hand, it would be on her heart.] It's like... a revolver got jammed after I summoned Sandalphon, if that makes sense.

[She tries to walk a little faster as they approach a door, taking a moment to listen to anything that might be on the other side before using the butt of her naginata to shove it open and glance inside. No Shinji.

But she blinks at him with a little surprise. He'd picked up on that?]


How'd you know? Was someone complaining to you...? [Goro. Was it Goro being dramatic as always.]
orphne: (Kotone 11)

[personal profile] orphne 2023-08-09 12:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's a defiant spark in her eye, and she opens her mouth to say something like you'd know all about having a death wish, wouldn't you? but bites her tongue. He's trying to get under her skin so he can say that she's hysterical and can't fight. She inhales through her nose and sets her gaze, using the butt of her naginata to shove herself to her feet, keeping her weight off the injured ankle.]

Can you use your Personas? [she asks instead, ignoring everything he'd said in favor of a more important question.]
orphne: (Kotone 52)

[personal profile] orphne 2023-08-09 12:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[Poor Claude, being blamed for things-!

Still, wyverns? That's really cool, and her eyes sparkle a little bit at the mention. Too bad it didn't come with him, because it sounds like he'd cut a really dashing figure on top of one of those. Not to mention everyone had been talking about that dragon near Aldrip a few months ago...

But later. That's for later. She shakes her head when he suggests regrouping, taking a few careful steps around the room to test the limits of her ankle. As long as she doesn't make any sharp turns when she's running, it should be okay, at least for a little while.]


I'm looking for someone who went missing a few weeks ago. Do you know Shinjiro Aragaki-senpai? I have to make sure it's not like when people went missing in Aldrip.

[If Shinji's among the Infected... she has to know. The bow is reassuring, though; even if he's not a powerful healer like Yukari, maybe he can at least shoot like her.

Also maybe she doesn't answer about what Sandalphon is, but that's surely an oversight because she's worried about Shinji. Maybe she'll explain later!]
orphne: (Kotone 250)

[personal profile] orphne 2023-08-09 12:06 pm (UTC)(link)
He won't mind. Midoriya-kun is really sweet. I'll introduce you two sometime!

[No argument. With the ladder set, she climbs up immediately without waiting for kicking up a fuss about wearing a skirt. It literally doesn't matter to her, and besides, she's wearing shorts underneath. Also like, it's Ken, not Junpei.

Once she's up there, she moves out of the way so Ken can ascend and pulls out a well-worn notebook from her blouse, flipping back several pages. Everyone's schedules are inside, including where they like to hang out, things they like to do or gifts they enjoy -- you know, normal social link stuff. Further back, there's a hand-drawn map with an overlaid grid and key landmarks from the forest outside Aldrip marked on it.]


The first time people went missing in the forest, Midoriya-kun and I went looking for them.

Page 23 of 35