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MAY TDM.

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// PART I. waking up with a stranger  


So what do you say? What are you willing to do to erase your regret from existence?

These words ring in your ears when you wake with a gasp — perhaps the last thing you remember after hearing them is the sense of free-fall, or your throat constricting as tears threaten to fill your eyes. Whatever it is, you can’t shake the feel of dread — that whatever you’ve done in your dream has changed everything forever.

As the sense of dread fades and your heart slows into something resembling a normal tempo, you notice something you should have noticed immediately: you are not in your bed.

1.0   White walls, clinical yet clean, sparsely-furnished rooms. You may wake in one of three rooms: a room with only one bed, a room with two beds, or a room with four beds. Those waking up in rooms with more than one bed notice that they are not alone. Perhaps the other occupants of the room are still sleeping, only to wake up with their heart pounding… or perhaps they have been awake for longer, a spectator to everyone else’s dreaming.

What you do is entirely up to you: try and wake the others from their dream? Yell in surprise when you wake to someone staring at you? Or maybe you’ll try to sneak away before anyone else wakes...

After all, nothing binds the characters to the room they wake up in. If you find your bed comfortable, you may claim it as yours, or try to change rooms. However, there are only eight one-person rooms — so those who want solitude may have to fight for it.


2.0   Those with life-threatening injuries find themselves awakening in the infirmary, in a regular hospital bed. Most of their injuries have been treated, and any lingering illnesses or conditions will have designated medicine bottles on the table next to the bed.

White curtains surround the bed on both sides, giving an illusion of privacy. But is that a rustling sound you hear? Some footsteps? Perhaps you’re not the only one in need of some medical attention.

In fact, if you’re very badly off, you may want to hope for some company — you can’t stay in the infirmary forever, and will have to make your way through the hallways of the station to the living quarters, and claim a room and a bed there.

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// PART II. the welcome wagon  


Suddenly, the soft hum of the station is replaced by loud static, like an old radio being turned on. Wherever you are on the station, it’s impossible to miss it — or the clear voice that follows.

// VIVECA.AI
Don’t freak out! I’m the AI of this station, name’s Viveca. Sorry, these old speakers are old tech and don’t get much use… anyway, the reason for that should be on your bedside table. There’s an earpiece. Put it on, and it’ll explain how to use the network that connects everyone here. You can also talk to me through it, if you want.

// VIVECA.AI
Now, we weren’t exactly ready for you to arrive just yet, so the station’s a bit... hm, well, I suggest you go and see for yourself. There’s lots to do here, and I recommend you familiarise yourself with where everything is. Go train, go test a mission on the simulator, check the lab… as long as you stay away from the Northern Wing. Trust me — not only will you not be able to enter, but I’ll know, and that’ll get you thrown off the station faster than you can say "freckles".

// VIVECA.AI
Oh, and get to know each other. The success of your missions depends on that.

With that, the speakers go silent — though if characters follow Viveca’s instructions, the earpiece will provide them with a chance to speak to her again.

True to her word, there is a lot to do and see on the station. When characters leave their rooms, they have the chance to explore all of the Southeastern and Southwestern Wings, and the Center of the station.

3.0   In the armory, characters can try to work the machine to make themselves some weapons to perhaps replace ones that didn’t come with them to the station, or to simply be prepared for future missions... but there aren’t many materials available, so the more the weapon requires, the more chance there is of the end result being less than satisfactory. A gun whose barrel is made out of recycled rings, a sword that’s just the blade and no handle, a knife made out of cheap aluminium — well, it’s better than nothing, right?


4.0   Eventually, when characters get hungry and want to eat, the kitchen and mess hall are ready for them… mostly. What food there is on the station seems to have been stocked for long-term storage: canned foods, dried meat and fruit, dried herbs and seasoning, condiments, some rather musty root vegetables and cartons of chicken stock. It’s certainly not impossible to make good dishes out of those, but it may require some skill.


5.0   The lab provides an interesting space for those who enjoy tinkering and technology — though the parts available are all in large boxes with no apparent method to their sorting. It may very well be that what you need for a hoverboard or a robot dog are in the boxes — it’s just a matter of finding it!


6.0   Meanwhile, those who want to train (or perhaps let off some steam by sparring with others) find the training room suitable for their needs. On top of the entire room existing for the express purpose of training, whether it’s martial arts, weapon skills or magic, anyone entering the room will see a message pop up on their network:

Complete these tasks for a boon:
a. Teach someone a new move or skill
b. Win a sparring match against someone
c. Learn to fight with a new weapon, style or skill

Should you take up this challenge, any time you complete any of the three, you’ll see that one turn light green — a mark of completion. Once all three are completed, you’ll see a new message:

Congratulations! You are now eligible for one (1) boon. Please check in later for submissions.

But when is later? What submissions? Even if you try to ask, no answer comes… all you can do is hope that you haven’t done all that work in vain.


7.0   A welcome reprieve to the cold, dark space that surrounds the characters can be found in the sunlight room. A skillful illusion surrounds anyone who steps inside the room: characters will hear birds singing, feel a light breeze on their skin, as they walk through a grass field, a meadow and a small forest. In the middle of the room, a small brook runs the width of the room, and to cross it one must walk over a bridge — wooden, creaky, yet undeniably charming.

There are other things to do, of course… but the only room that requires a mandatory visit from everyone is the simulation room...

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// PART III. ready steady go  


For those eager to get started, it might be best to do a little practice run first, huh? When you’ve successfully entered the simulation, you will immediately be provided with a supply satchel containing the following: a grapple hook, a long cord of rope, a flashlight, and a couple of snack bars (these will not actually feed you IRL). And your mission, if you choose to accept it (and you must, right? Otherwise what else are you doing here?) is as such:

There’s an orb buried deep in the Lodgen Mountain Mines — a series of winding underground tunnels long since abandoned now that any and all useful resources had been picked clean — and it’s causing a little bit of a problem down there, but the good news is that it’s yours to claim so long as you can get in and get out. You see, there’s been a cave-in and the culprit is the orb itself. Extracting this valuable object might take a little bit of doing, and if that’s not complicated enough, the orb’s presence appears to be the cause for the mines being in their current state of fragility.

Still: you’re resourceful, and more than that, you’re determined, and you can enter the mines in the following ways: going in from the top and climbing down through the mine shaft; going in from beneath the rubble where a narrow but perfectly safe-ish tunnel opening leads back into the mountain; finding an entry point from the mountain’s side by way of a refreshing dive into the lake that neighbours the mines.

8.0   If you decide to climb into the mine through the mine shaft, there’s a risk of the rocks you’re using as hand and footholds to crumble, or for the rocks to give way against your weight.

9.0   If you decide to go in through the tunnel, be careful you don’t take the wrong prong in the fork of paths. One will get you closer to the orb, but the other might lead you into the darkness where the first thing you’ll notice are several beady little specks of light reflecting off the beam of your flashlight, accompanied by the sharp chittering of large monster rats who haven’t had a decent meal in who-knows-how-long, and are eager to befriend you. It’s probably a good time for that weapon you have on you, or if that’s not an option, maybe there’s something you can MacGuyver from your supply bag?

10.0   Swimming is always an option, but like all unknown waters there’s the risk that you’re not alone, and we don’t just mean your fellow teammate swimming somewhere close by. (Though you might want to continue onwards together, Buddy System Style and all.) There are beautiful, haunting creatures that live in the depths who have the ability to draw their prey towards them through song — Sirens, some might call them. They call to you now, and oh boy, don’t you want to dive deeper? See what secrets they hold? Now would be a good time for your swimming partner to pull you back to your senses or be lost to the waters.

But okay! You’ve made it. Don’t forget that the mines are still in a very fragile state, so it’s best to tread carefully and avoid making sounds that could agitate the delicate infrastructure and risk the whole mission — and your simulated life. This is on you. This is about you.

Or is it?

When you’ve neared the location of the orb, you’ll find that it’s mostly quiet and you’re on your own, except … if you stand still for long enough, you can hear muffled cries for help behind a large wall of rock right by you, sounds that are clearly distressed and panicked. But before you can make any kind of snap decision, there’s a tiny blip of static in your earpiece and a matter-of-fact voice will state that you should probably get going — there’s an orb to recover and you’re nearly there. Anything else you attempt to do is outside of your mission, and time is ticking. Will you listen to the voice or will you try and save the trapped? You might be successful, but time is running against you and the longer you stall the more unstable the mines become.

N O T E:   During each mission, characters will be given one personal goal to complete. For the purposes of the test drive, we’re offering three goals to choose from and leaving it to players to pick one for their character and run with it:

A   Choose the most difficult or challenging path into the mountain.

B   Help a teammate during the mission.

C   Retrieve the orb at all costs, leaving any possible trapped individuals to fend for themselves.

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stephen strange . mcu

[personal profile] rehandle 2021-05-23 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
1. knock knock, who's there? waking up

[ You're not alone when you wake. At least one of the other beds in the room contains a softly breathing body, not yet woken, so you do get a few moments to yourself to process your surroundings. Only there's— what's that? A sound, a soft thudding from one corner of the room. It persists, a thud and a thud and a thud, muffled behind something.

If you follow the sound, you might catch the staccato shuddering of the closet door across the room in time with each dampened sound of impact. Investigate? ]



2. magic in the shade, sunlight room.

[ Under a tree at the edge of the small forest, a man sits with crossed legs and closed eyes. He's still, breathing deeply, back straight, tranquil. Just a guy taking a little time out to meditate in the shade— until he lifts his hands, moves them with careful precision through a series of motions, and out of the air in front of him tears an arcane pattern of bright amber light. It hovers in nothing, burning, hanging there even as he lowers his hands and opens his eyes to inspect it. Or whoever it is that's observing him. ]


3. down the mineshaft, simulation

[ The mineshaft gapes open, a hole in the earth. It's the most direct route to the orb below - but precarious. Uncertain handholds, the promise of horrible injury waiting after a fall. There are plenty of reasons to opt for a longer route, for something with a smaller chance of early expiration... but Stephen stands by the edge of the shaft all the same, peering down, stupid cloak wafting in a simulated breeze.

At the sound of someone else nearby he cants his head to get a look at whoever's on their way. If they're approaching the mouth of the mineshaft he'll wait until they get up close, or if they're obviously headed another way he'll raise his voice to be heard as he asks: ]


Going down?


4. wildcard

( anything else you might want to go with, feel free to throw it at me! you can contact me via pm or at sculpts#6553 if you want to run anything by me first. )
underage: (pic#14861402)

my wife came 2 greet me im blessed

[personal profile] underage 2021-05-23 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
( an artful brow poises high as alina saunters forward, a curious tilt to his head at her apparent pleasantness. his little sun summoner was not so happy to see him last time they were left alone together, but he has to admit, this treatment is quite a bit better than the venom he knows her capable to wield in her words. even illusionary, her flirtations are addicting.

make me your husband does not have the same ring as make me your villain, but the role feels a lot easier to slip into. gratefully, he smiles at her after a moment, setting the stirring spoon to the side.
)

Fresh out of herring, unfortunately.

( he reaches over and tucks a lock of her hair behind her ear, as sweetly as spun sugar. if she's being indulgent, it would be rude of him not to take advantage of her profound kindness. and if she hates it, shudders from his touch or pushes him away, that's still a point in his favor. manipulating her to come clean with her intentions. smoking the fox out of its hiding hole. )

You'll want to pull this back, if you're going to shred the cabbage. ( pulling back from her, he goes back to the pot, watching the spices dancing around the bubbles. ) How does ham and sausage sound? Solyanka, do you know it? My mother's old recipe.

( the meat came from a can tho alina so dont get Too excited )
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[personal profile] starer 2021-05-23 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Viveca, not Karli. Viveca.

Yeah, this is weird, no matter how he looks at it. He's still talking to a machine.]


Hey, uh- Viveca. You got a minute?
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[personal profile] vivecai 2021-05-23 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she actually laughs at that — apparently that code includes that, too. ]

I like that. A rogue AI. Might have to change my description on the network.
vivecai: (10)

[personal profile] vivecai 2021-05-23 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the voice that responds may be very familiar to him, but then tone — quietly amused — is likely not so. ]

Might even got two. What is it?
starer: (32)

[personal profile] starer 2021-05-23 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[In the commotion, Bucky ends up dropping the torch, hooking it with his foot just long enough to keep it from breaking. It means he's free to flip the knife to his right, to his dominant hand instead. But before he has a chance to strike, there's a stranger diving in to the fray. And Bucky-

Well, he doesn't get much of a chance to respond before he's spinning round to throw a fist into the snapping jaws bearing down on them. It gives him all the leverage he needs to follow that up with a swipe of his own blade. Another screech, a spray of blood, and a hasty retreat. Though it doesn't seem to go far.]


There were six of them before. No clue how many showed up since then.

[A warning of his own. He may have no idea who this stranger is, but she's another pair of hands to help deal with these rats. And that's good enough for him.]
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[personal profile] starer 2021-05-23 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
You're monitoring this place, right? That mean you've got cameras everywhere?

[Not that he'll be taking anything she says at face value, of course. So regardless of her answer, she can expect to find Bucky thoroughly searching his room later today.]
raucous: (70)

[personal profile] raucous 2021-05-23 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
( well, see, the thing is is that she's going to catch on pretty quick that gladio's going to take any opening he can get. this is definitely one even if she's trying to brush it off. the opportunity is still there.

so, he falls into step behind her and makes a gesture toward the direction he came from. )


Well since you seem pretty interested in pairing up, the room's are back down this way. Some are nice and cozy with two beds. ( huhuhu 🤭 ) Or one.
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3.0

[personal profile] starer 2021-05-23 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[Passing by the armory for the second time, Bucky only casts another brief look into the room. But this time, he finds himself stopping short. Finds his attention drawn, not to the room itself, but rather the person stood inside. He has no idea what the kid is up to, of course. Magic doesn't make any sense to him, no matter how much exposure he had to it during the final battle with Thanos.

But it isn't the magic that has his focus. Instead, it's the arm. It's the plates of metal in place of flesh. Prosthesis aren't built like that, back home. Aren't so openly made of metal. His own is an anomaly, the idea of asking Shuri to camouflage it having never even crossed his mind. He has his reasons, of course. But why would a kid be so willing to risk finding himself the target of other's derision when there are ways to avoid it?]


What's auto-mail?

[A break in his own silence as he steps into the room. His gloves are on, jacket covering his own arm. For all intents and purposes, he looks like a regular (tired) human, no hints of metal on show just yet.]
eternita: (129)

[personal profile] eternita 2021-05-23 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
From you? Always.

[ it is what it is. nicky's cooking has influences from all over, by now, and he enjoys it. he'll enjoy making something out of this, too-- not because it will be the best meal he's ever made, it'll be far from that, but because it will be creating something nourishing from, well, cans.

it's a relief to see joe, no matter how he's told himself that he doesn't doubt joe's presence here. ]
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c:

[personal profile] mindtricks 2021-05-23 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he doesn't feel that smile, not really. anderson isn't digging, exactly-- surface thoughts only, but even so, there is a discongruity between what he puts out and what he feels. she could dig deeper. for now, she'll refrain; he doesn't seem to pose an immediate risk. ]

Probably not, but right now? It's better.
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[personal profile] mindtricks 2021-05-23 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
I am sorry to hear about that.
What would you do differently?
breed: (pic#14906958)

[personal profile] breed 2021-05-23 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
( boots all but forgotten, cardan abandons his post and cape alike, instead taking the few steps over to edelgard surefooted and bare. to him, shoes are but a single division keeping him from the ground and earth — for now, he's happy to be rid of them. politely, he bows his head. )

Cardan Greenbriar, son of Eldred, and High King of Elfhame. ( he copies her afterthought pause, lips turning up in an amused grin. ) Of the Faerie Realm.

( languidly, and with the air of someone well used to the intricacies of court, cardan offers out his elbow for her to take. bending a little at the waist, to make up for their height difference. )

I'd be honored to escort you on your walk, Lady Edelgard.
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ptsd prisonerwife in the house

[personal profile] peasant 2021-05-23 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ unfortunately. alina's wrinkling nose in all of its obvious distase distracts her from the seizing air in her lungs when he reaches out, prepared for the next bout of his cruelty. preparing herself, more than that, to repress a fearful shudder. only one slip could reveal her dangerous deception for what it is, and then — perhaps she'll have failed some test. let him trick her into playing her hand too soon.

there's little reason to believe he'll spare her his tight leash on her power, here, and the jut of bone carved into his palm confirms that fear as she eyes it from the corner of her vision. confirms, above all else, that he recalls capturing the stag — at the very least. she goes still for the brush of his fingers through her hair, waiting for him to unearth the prickly antlers that rest beneath black cloth, for any sign that he's caught on; when it doesn't come, her upturned grin comes far more easily to her.
]

You're right. I don't think their medical care covers being scalped.

[ it hadn't covered plucking the amplifier from her skin, try as they had. she conveniently keeps that information to herself as she lifts the ball of cabbage to ... eye it. allowing them around the stoves wasn't in ana kuya's agenda. ]

Your mother? [ play as dumb as you can, alina. she huffs out a breath that nearly passes for a laugh. ] And here I thought you were hatched from an egg.

[ he shouldn't trust her to shred the cabbage. alina is too content to grip her fingers around the hilt of a kitchen knife, feeling far more protected with its slim weight in her hand, and make her first slice through the cabbage leaves. ]

They would make it in Keramzin, sometimes. Soup is easier when you have too many mouths to feed, and not enough patience or money to feed them.

[ for as much as she hates sharing any part of herself with him in the aftermath of what he's done, it feels necessary. pointless, casual chatter to deter him. ]
enkindler: (pic#3896810)

[personal profile] enkindler 2021-05-24 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
Does it.

Give me a date and time that's good for you. You'll find me there.


[ She'd never pass up the chance to test her skills. ]
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6.0 training room

[personal profile] enkindler 2021-05-24 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
No one's really elaborated on what those are, at least not to me.

[ If they're lucky. Lightning supposes that it's one of those things that she has to do as well. She's here, after all, for her own reasons, just like everyone else.

So when the stranger addresses her, she only tilts her head, acquiescing in her own way.
]

I don't mind teaching.

[ So it seems, they may yet be able to help each other out this way. ]

Let's start with weapons -- what do you know, what are you comfortable with?
underage: (pic#14919478)

thats all just detail the wife bit is the only important part

[personal profile] underage 2021-05-24 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
( that has his eyebrows lifting anew, surprise evident on his features. then — not only is she feigning niceties, but she's playing dumb in regards to information. to what end? is the question at hand, of which he has little answers. lure him into some sense of hopeful normalcy? break his heart?

alina is many things, but not cruel. there has to be an angle he hasn't thought of yet.
)

My mother, yes. You've met her. ( humorlessly, his mouth turns up in a wry smile. ) You might remember her cane a bit more fondly. Or not.

( is it possible she just — doesn't remember? his attention turns back to her at the mention of keramzin, eyeing her from head to toe as if there's a secret meaning behind her every word just waiting to be uncovered. deep in thought, he nods, spilling more spices into the broth as he sorts himself out.

ultimately, he decides he won't be hostile first. he never wanted to hurt alina. not the way she'd hurt him.
)

I find it comforting, soup. It tastes like childhood. Luckily, we do have many mouths to feed. ( he huffs a small laugh when alina makes her first chop, shaking his head. ) Though — none that big. Shred, Ms. Starkov. Here.

( leaning away from the pot, he comes up behind her, hands finding hers as his intends to show her how to hold the knife, how to cut the cabbage into ribbons. )
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malta: (☾ one hundred.)

joe | the old guard

[personal profile] malta 2021-05-24 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
⇢ THE ARMOURY
[ joe hasn't been without his sword in some time and it feels strange now to be without it so naturally he takes the chance to forge a new one. forge might be the wrong word for it now, he's unsure, but the end result is... mostly the same. same that it is a sword, but it looks more like a fencing sabre than the scimitar he usually wields like an extension of his own arm.

her mutters something in a foreign language (argentinian spanish, one of his favorites), unmistakably a long string of cursing. yes, he specifically swore to be untranslated, it loses much of the punch upon translating. ]


Pardon my French.

⇢ TRAINING ROOM
[ once armed, he makes his way to the training room to test out his shitty sabre. he gives it a couple of test swings and despite his dissatisfaction with the blade itself, he smiles from the familiarity of the movements. ]

Alright! Who wants to fight me!

⇢ IN THE SUNLIGHT ROOM
[ later he can be found sprawled out in the grass, eyes closed to the sun on his face. is he sleeping, is he meditating, is he dead? is there a point to acting a starfish in the grass? these are questions that may not have answers, at least not until someone asks him what in the heck he is going in the grass.

eventually, it becomes clear the man is humming some song lost to time, melody light and sweet, fingers playing against the grass as if playing an instrument. ]
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o yes of course my bad

[personal profile] peasant 2021-05-24 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
Baghra? [ it's curiosity, more than distress over continuing her lie, that tips the pitch of her voice higher. baghra, who had helped her wriggle out of aleksander's claws. baghra, who would no doubt deliver a worse lashing than a cane if they were to meet again. she can hear it now, as if baghra were here to scold her — stupid girl. i told you to run. — or perhaps that's just her own guilt clawing its way up her throat.

and her unrelenting dread over what became of his mother. surely punishing her for her aid was not beyond aleksander, but digging for that information feels like climbing a rickety ladder — precarious, requiring more grace than alina knows she has.
] Well, that fits with my theory about being hatched from some kind of creature.

[ like childhood. she covers a snort. aleksander hardly seems the type for sentimentality, when she's learned the difficult way that everyone is just a tool at his disposal. it's almost easier to imagine him birthed from the shadows, a man half-formed already, than to consider that he had once existed before the black heretic was conceived.

easier to imagine a monster than a child who had grown into cruelty, something human beneath it. she won't fall for that luring bait this time, or the horns that seem to blare in her head like a warning the nearer he comes. an orbiting pull that had felt so natural, once — but feels so tainted by what she knows, now. ever the apt pupil, she straightens as he finally settles behind her.
]

That's a bold choice, coming up behind me when I'm holding a knife. I don't trust myself not to cut both of our fingers off. [ she mumbles, hoping the rabbit-hearted thump of her pulse doesn't vibrate through her spine. fear. anticipation, as her gaze darts to the circular slice of antler. something more shameful that she doesn't want to name, sickening her with a new burst of nausea. she shoves it aside in favor of a fantasy of plunging the knife through his palm, an impulse she has to temper down. for all of the fights she had engaged in at the orphanage, she's learned how to pick her battles.

and she's chosen this one, but not yet. not here. it requires patience she's not sure she can afford to have. slowly, as if taunting her, the tip of the knife shreds the pieces in front of her into small, thin portions with his help.
] I take it you were saddled with bunkmates, too?
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underage: (pic#14873991)

thank u

[personal profile] underage 2021-05-24 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
( genuinely, he lets out a huff of laughter at her read on baghra. creature. what could she birth but a creature in her image?

he already knows alina's opinions on that. far too late to take any of it back, but this dance they play at isn't unpleasant. taller than her by several inches, he peers down while they cut together, seeing the illusion of her prongs detailed there on her hidden collarbone. a momentary confusion he's now had cleared up — doubtless, she knows his plan, his intent for her. she forced his hand. he has the evidence of that melded into his hand, a connection drawn between them.

not that he'll use it not. this is nice, and using her power would only upset her — it's a chance to show her he only wants it for the fold, too. some level of trust has to be involved in that, right?

he drops his mouth close to her ear,
) Then we'd have matching scars.

( an alina, a new amplifier. it's all he manages before he pulls away, deciding her knife skills are well on their way to being perfectly subpar, and telling himself he can just go over her chop after if he needs to. if she doesn't attempt to kill him before then. if soup is still the priority. )

Ah, yes. It's been a long time since I've been in communal bunking. ( even in times of war, the grand general has always had his own tent. anyone who ever claimed it luxurious, likely never saw the inside. ) Have yours been treating you well?
fifthofthecovenant: (attentive)

[personal profile] fifthofthecovenant 2021-05-24 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Nah, no risk here. Maybe a risk of rudeness, but he's conserving his strength for the real goal here.]

I just spent the last two months in a state where it rained nine days out of ten. So it's good enough for me.

[He shoves his hands in his pockets, tilting his head at her.]

Why would you say "better"?
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[personal profile] worthallthis 2021-05-24 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
[When the pair of knives clink into the tray, he examines them, sighs at the inferior quality, and decides they're going to have to do. Then he leads the way to the training room.

The story isn't very encouraging about her ability to swing a bat, but maybe she's gotten better since she was a (younger) kid.]

Well, somebody's gotta be out there to catch the fly balls. Probably nobody bothered to actually teach you anything, right? Just threw you in there and expected you to figure it out?
chrysology: (The pride)

[personal profile] chrysology 2021-05-24 08:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Ed hasn't necessarily been paying much attention in if he still had his gloves on in covering his auto-mail as usual, distracted as he is with everything here. He glances when the other approaches and asks, evidently having overheard him.]

Hm? Ah. Well, it's...

[He gestures to his right arm, pulling up his sleeve more to reveal the metal more. Ed's used to others being curious at least. Though it was usually kids. Or auto-mail engineers like Winry going ga-ga over her design or whatever.]

My right arm and left leg. Prosthetics. Wired right into the nerves so I can still pretty much move as usual. I just can't swim with it with the weight.

[It's the best. The most advanced option he has at least. Back home. Given it's the 1910s and all on his end. There's nothing yet so easily able to have it more blend in for any prosthetics quite yet in his time. So he made do with the best option he had, the one most readily at his disposal.]
chrysology: (Does the pain)

[personal profile] chrysology 2021-05-24 08:21 am (UTC)(link)
Good. We'll just keep going then.

[As long as he can keep pushing the rats back. Ed's definitely dealt with worse so he isn't complaining. Ed just keeps trying to push on, hoping he hasn't taken the wrong path and that they still make it to the orb. Or at least even if they don't, that one of the others does. Ed keeps swinging the spear in keeping the rats at bay, grunting when one jumps at him when he has the spear pointed to another. He blocks it with his right arm before attempting to push or more like throwing it back.]

You think there's something else? What, like, guarding this orb thing or whatever?
chrysology: (For a place)

[personal profile] chrysology 2021-05-24 08:35 am (UTC)(link)
Work -- how?

[Does he want to know? He isn't sure. But the question escapes his lips anyway. But well. It seems simple enough. It wasn't like he hadn't been sent on missions and such back home anyway, since he was twelve and first signed up for being a State Alchemist. So he gives a nod.]

Alright. Getting these orb things then. I can do that. For Al.

[He has his limits. But still, he's not necessarily considering that the orbs might mean he would need to possibly compromise on those morals. Whether that might come up at all. The Philosopher's Stone route hadn't worked out but maybe this would. As long as he gets these orbs.]

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