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arkshipadventures2025-08-14 12:46 pm
Inaugural Test Drive!
- Characters step out of a door they don't remember entering.
- Representatives of the gods greet them and inform them of their purpose here.
- Helpful representatives and literature answer any question they can.
- Food!
NICE TO MEET YOU
You step through a door.
Why? How? Where? The questions have no meaningful answer. Perhaps your last memory is walking through a door, but it certainly didn't lead here. More likely, you remember something else. Lying in bed. Talking to a loved one. Fighting for your life. No matter what it was... you step through a door.
On the other side is a room done in smooth walls and clean, bright white light, as if shadows and solid lines are antithetical. The size of a generous theater, it could hold hundreds of people comfortably, but at the moment it houses perhaps forty, all dressed in the same uniform of flowing white robes and smooth black-metal baldrics that practically hum with some sort of energy.
Not all of them are human. Perhaps half. The rest range from a human-like figure with limbs twice the length that they ought to be, to figures with fur or scales, all the way to a giant spider-like creature and a bird thrice the size of a normal person.
"Welcome, Marked," the figure in the front says, two arms spread wide to greet you and two folded reverently before them. And then the people spread out, each of them approaching to greet someone who emerged from the doors properly, and explain everything to them, with a patience and gentle understanding that shows they have both the training and experience to handle this unusual process. And, should it prove necessary, the personal shields necessary to repel attacks, and the neurodisrupters necessary to render an assailant immobile till they agree to listen politely, if nothing else.
You get a summary. There's more to learn, and if you wish, you can move to the tables and booths nearby, where more of these robed figures wait to pass over the pamphlets, books, and guides that can answer your questions. By now you also recognize that you stick out; the white robes deliberately distinguish your greeters from those who stepped out with you. That's on purpose. You'll need to talk with your fellows, after all.
Between the booths, on tables spread throughout the room, is food. Some you recognize, much you don't, but you know something here will taste good -- and you need it. You're hungry. Deeply hungry, less starving and more scraped empty. If you need someone to eat it to prove it isn't poisoned, one of the white-robed greeters will do so gladly. (Or get another one who can actually eat whatever it is you want. The large bird, for example, is actually an obligate carnivore, so don't make her eat corn and sesame seeds.)
This is your life now. Best prepare for it.
Captain
All Marked, prepare for emergency deployment.
Destination planet: 1322889281-4 (Vistage). Scope of deployment: planetwide.
Mission parameters: Combat, protect, supply.
A recent meteor impact introduced atmokaryotic aerophages into Vistage's biosphere. Atmosphere levels at 92%. Geometric growth predictions indicate total degassification of Vistage within 21 days at current pace. Total destruction of aerophagic threat and protection of 79% of current population will supply sufficient Divinity to resume full maintenance and protection of the biosphere. Failure is not an option. Good luck.
EMERGENCY DEPLOYMENT
An entirely new set of Marked, and Divinity levels so low they're an emergency. Wonder if this is related.
The dropships practically vibrate at the end of their berths, and as you walk down the long piers that stretch over the open deployment bay beneath, the planet called Vistage dominates the view. At this height it looks like nothing more than thick white clouds, with glimpses of pink water and golden land peeking through the occasional gap. But you can't look too long; within moments, you settle into your seat on the dropship, and it disengages noiselessly from its gravitomooring to descend. In front of each seat is a respirator, a personal shield emitter, and a kinetic lance rifle, though you're not obligated to take anything you don't need.
(You are up against creatures literally eating the atmosphere, so please consider the respirator.)
The descent takes approximately fifteen minutes. Just long enough to stretch your nerves, as the dropship plunges into the (rapidly failing) atmosphere, through the clouds, and down to the ground below.
Class 0-1: Defend and Protect the People of Alopolig
A. The city closest to the meteor impact site, Alopolig, is home to approximately 900,000 Vistagi. This saurid people possesses a technology level approximately equal to 22nd-century Earth -- in other words, not so advanced that the gale-force winds roaring through the city can be ignored. The tall skyscrapers are to the last being scraped and sandblasted by debris scooped up by the shifting atmosphere, and already numerous ones on the furthest side of the city have collapsed. Worse, the Vistagi have no idea what the true source of their trouble is. To protect them, the Marked must get them underground.
Marked undertaking this duty receive portable force screen generators sufficient to temporarily block off a street, and stun batons. The Vistagi are not prepared for alien races to show up and begin directing traffic. (Yes, stunning and carrying all of them off is acceptable if you think it's the best course of action. Can you carry them faster than they could walk?)
B. Closest to the impact site, the air swarms with aerophages. Reproducing by fission at a rate visible to the naked eye, these creatures intake immense amounts of air.
Deployed Marked are instructed to thin their ranks by any means possible. The kinetic lance rifles shatter them with a single shot, but they have the advantage of numbers. Maybe you need to think of some better plan, if you want to make a meaningful difference.
Class 2-3: Interception
A. Aerophages that resemble purple dodecahedrons ("A-dodecs") act like scouts or trailblazers, forming the front line of the aerophagic advance. Destroying them appears to slow the spread of the aerophages, as they emit some sort of high-frequency distress call that warns others away from that area.
To protect both high-population areas and strategic gaps in mountain ranges that otherwise block the aerophages' spread, Marked receive personal antigrav flight belts in order to spread out and hunt down the A-dodecs. But be careful: the deployment report appears unaware that the A-dodecs can also emit electromagnetic energy at weaponized frequencies and amplitudes!
B. If the A-dodecs' warning call can be copied, a dropship can broadcast it on a broad-spectrum frequency, potentially keeping aerophages out of entire cities or regions. Though that won't ultimately stop them from draining the atmosphere, it will at least localize the lowest-pressure zones away from the Vistagi. Marked receive permission to adjust the dropship communications hardware and software for that purpose.
Watch out, though: the aerophages communicate more than just danger this way. A mistake might lead to them swarming, or draw hostility from the stronger variants who can fire back! Complicating matters, the Vistagi military is attempting to engage the aerophages with conventional weaponry, and seems likely to decide the Marked are part of the problem. They may need to be handled carefully...
Class 4-5: Contain and Cull
A. Four Radiant Aegis-class dropships deploy around the meteor crater in cardinal directions. Each of them can project a force barrier that, when combined, can completely seal off the meteor and the vast number of spawning aerophages in its vicinity. This is no simple operation, however: the four ships must activate their generators simultaneously. The electrokinetic resonance waves the ships use to project their screens are a siren song to the aerophages, and even the slightest delay will let enough escape to completely drain the atmosphere around the ships while thoroughly irradiating everything nearby.
On top of coordinating the deployment, the Marked also have to deal with the huge numbers of aggressive aerophages drawn by the wavelengths the ships' generators emit at standby, including ones the size of a small house with the electromagnetic power to match. Then, after activation, the Marked will have to fend off the ones outside the containment field, who will race eagerly towards the ships with much the same result.
B. The only hope of saving Vistage is slaughtering the aerophages down to the last. Even one left alive can start this whole calamity over again. Marked are instructed to use any methods at their disposal to locate and destroy aerophages.
Marked undertaking this take will soon find that their enemies come in many sizes and shapes. The ones best able to spread are the largest high-atmosphere "singularity tetrahedrons" that float like upside-down pyramids on the edge of the troposphere, gathering immense levels of electricity from atmospheric interactions that they can deploy like lightning. Numerous other sizes and shapes of aerophage also travel farthest from the swarm; Marked will need to meet this challenge with incredible speed and force to have any hope of success.
Class 6-7: Apocalypse Response
A. No sooner do the first dropships touch ground than the first unusual aerophages appear, as if in response. The longer the Marked fight back against the aerophages, the more variants appear, like an organism's immune system adapting to best fight back against a virus. All too soon, the aerophages send out variants that can breach force fields, ignore kinetic lance shots, focus enough energy to microwave a human in ten seconds, or worse.
The strongest Marked need to oppose these with whatever force and effect they can bring to bear. Even just a few of them are enough to endanger all the Marked as well as the Vistagi, and sufficient numbers will overwhelm even the full forces the Hyperion Star can bring to bear. But the longer the Marked fight, the more likely it is they'll see aerophages come for them that are specifically designed to counter them...
B. Describing the air around the meteor that brought the aerophages here as being absolutely full of the creatures is a mistake. There is no air around the meteor, not any more. Just aerophages, countless numbers of them, constantly spawning and splitting and producing new complicated shapes and sizes to join the more usual members.
Destroy them. Destroy every last one. However you can.
Class X: Terminate Master Control
In the heart of the meteor, in the center of the aerophage swarm, an artificial intelligence hums to itself as it puts the final adjustment onto a new aerophage breed, then transmits the fission-mutation pattern into the swarm at large.
The answer to all the speculation, revealed: the aerophages are indeed a weapon, though who or what initially developed the AI cores that deploy them on the planets they crash into is unknown. Nor does it really matter. So long as this machine exists, it will continue to deploy aerophages, modify them, and perfect them, until the last drops of atmospheric gas drain away and leave the planet as barren and lifeless as a sun-scorched core of rock and iron.
Its weapons: the aerophages, which it can modify and control effortlessly. A near-limitless number stand between the Marked and the Master Control, all of which the latter can and will shape to defend itself and destroy those who dare challenge it. The Class X Marked are the only ones who can hope to resolve this situation, once and for all.
- Characters receive a brief from the Captain, indicating emergency deployment.
- They enter the dropships and descend to the planet.
- Aerophages, creatures that consume atmospheric gas, must be stopped.
- Each Class has its goal. Good luck.
Biological, despite appearances. Consumes atmospheric gas. Replicates via fission. Unknown origin.
Speculated to be a developed weapon.
- En calls for assistance with the Chaos Field.
- Representatives of the gods await the Marked at the Chaos Field.
- They explain Chaos Control as best they can.
- Chaos Control!
AN EVENTFUL HORIZON
A grass field, peaceful and serene. Oddly silent, perhaps; no wind blows, no insects chirp or buzz, and the large black dome in front of you really seems like it should be making some sort of noise. But it doesn't.
In fact, the more you look it, the more it seems... not there. That black dome is not a presence, but an absence -- of light, of sound, of life, of space and time. It's not a very comfortable feeling.
"That is the Chaos Field," says the white-robed representative, the same one that greeted you when you first stepped out of stasis into the Arkship proper. "It is an unfortunate byproduct of the ship's power source. I assure you, however, that the Aberration cannot affect you or the Chaos Field itself, and you are in no danger from it. Rather, this is an area where the mind rules over matter, and your will is your greatest protection."
Having so said, they step back, but do not leave. Though they cannot participate, they hope their presence will be of some reassurance. All that remains, then, is for you to cross the threshold. Will you impose your will upon it, or is your strength not at the peak it needs to summit?
Success
Around you, the blackness coalesces into... whatever you wanted it to. A memory of home, perhaps. A foe for you to fight, the better to work out your frustrations. A different shape for you to inhabit, like a dream of flying.
Failure
The image that coalesces around you is one from your memories. Perhaps a frozen moment, perhaps a scene that plays out in front of you, unstoppable and impossible to hide from anyone who might join you in the field, intentionally or otherwise.
Your fear, laid bare. Fire, perhaps? Heights? A monster you could not slay? A loss you endured, or know you shall endure?
The Grim Reaper itself steps from the shadows, its scythe already swinging to cut you low and add you to its toll for the day. The Chaos Field is not always about embarrassing secrets and psychological torment. Sometimes it's just as subtle as a brick to the face.
Or...
The Chaos Field is complicated, its possibilities limitless. What will you face? What will you create?
You're having one of those days, aren't you?
I would say I understand, but let's not pretend you and I work in the same ways. Heh. Baryons.
Instead, welcome to the collective unconscious. Here you may reach out to anyone else. Or everyone else.
Answer them this: Who are you? What is your name? What is your species? What is your world? And what is your quest? (I understand that last one is considered quite funny. Witness my humor and quake with laughter.)
- It's the network prompt option.
INGREDIENTS OF TEST DRIVE PROMPTS
Questions?
Re: Questions?
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Sanguinius | Warhammer
One moment, he was on the Vengeful Spirit, the walls and bulkheads of the ship sliding off into Chaos and deformity, and then he was...here. Suddenly.
And everything was too bright and too light. It jarred and dazzled and for a long moment, Sanguinius just stood, probably blocking the way for anyone behind him, or trying to move in front of his large body, larger still with wings half-spread in wariness.
He had foreseen his death, but he had not seen this as part of it.
"Where are my sons? Where is my brother?" The former is said with worry. The latter, with flat hostility. Horus has much to answer for.
+ Emergency Deployment +
I. Dropship
This was just like an orbital drop. He's done this hundreds of times, descending with his sons to bring the Emperor's light, or the Emperor's wrath (whichever was called for) to the people below. He's serene, the kind of calmness of his kind, who has fought for centuries. He has no doubt he will survive. He has no doubt of victory.
You, maybe not so much? "Is this your first time in an orbital drop?" He's just trying to make conversation, to keep everyone calm.
II. Apocalypse Response
These creatures who ate the air were a novelty, but he had destroyed novelties before--the Nephilim, sepolcrali, bone eaters, dozens of xenos enemies to the Imperium of Man. These were also a threat, but he was ready for it.
Perhaps you find yourself pinned down--and the Great Angel of the IX Legion swoops down, protecting you under the cage of his huge wings. Or perhaps he is pinned down, crying out in defiance, his wings smashing the creatures together ferociously, unwilling to go down without a fight. "It!" he cries out, "Is not my destiny to die this day!"
+ An Eventful Horizon +
It's Baal, his home planet, with its brutal red stone and fierce winds. Wind ruffles his feathers as he stands, looking at the abandoned Arx Angelorum--a huge cathedral, once filled with Librarians, studying Chaos and the Warp and its manifestations of evil. It's beautiful, and the setting sun casts rosy shadows on the intricate towers and balustrades.
Beautiful in that beauty of desolation. He sighs, as creatures whirl in the sky above it. "Was it all a mistake?"
Dropship
The answer comes not from the rather vapid-looking woman sitting in a chair, but the book sitting one chair over. The cranky book, to put it mildly.
\o/
Re: \o/
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Dropship
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Dropship!
It was only then that he turned to look back at Sanguinius, his wide green eyes showing a sudden hint of curiosity to the other man's all too calm nature. "Judging from your question I suppose it's safe to assume that you're an experienced veteran at it?"
Overlord Zetta | Makai Kingdom
[Not quite... stepping out of the doorway, the almighty Overlord Zetta more sort of... flopped out, smacking face-down on the ground directly in front of it with a heavy thump.]
[This is because he is a book, and cannot take steps.]
[A couple of moments pass, in which no one could be blamed for mistake the Overlord for an ordinary, non-sentient tome, even if a very large one. Zetta, after all, needs a few horrified seconds to process his current situation, and several more to decide what the proper course of action is, given the circumstances. He might as well have spared the effort for those last few, because he concludes that he should get angry, as if any other choice could ever exist.]
[And so the Sacred Tome, a book over two feet in height, begins flopping around like a beached fish on the ground, while from its lower-facing cover comes a torrent of garbled, angry protestations that make even less sense because they're so frequently muffled by the heavy flop-thumps and the floor itself.]
Nice to Meet You Too
[Having recovered from a certain incident that NEVER HAPPENED and NO ONE SAW, Zetta now rests firmly in the grip of a loyal minion, who happily carries him around with a sort of vapid cheer appropriate for a semi-sentient extension of the Overlord's mana power.]
[Now free to properly glare at other people, the Overlord glares at other people. This situation is far from ideal, as he already knows. No sign of any potential allies, although no sign of anyone who'd jump in to take advantage of his current state, either. No Overlord's castle, and without a proper Netherworld, no access to the space between universes that he could use for a convenient escape.]
[Clearly, he'll need some loyal minions -- more than just those he can create -- to achieve his return to power, strength, and a proper body. Fortunately, as an Overlord, he possesses sufficient power, charisma, and overwhelming majesty that finding such people will be effortless!]
[Which is why his minion carries him straight up to the nearest person.]
Hey. What's your deal?
Emergency Deployment
Hey!
[He may be a book, but he's a damn loud book. From the center of the dropship, where he floats in a manner that inexplicably must be described as "irritating", the book calls out to demand attention.]
Anyone who's all, 'I'm too strong and awesome for these rifles', pass them this way. I've got an army to equip!
Class X
[Honestly, Zetta has to give this situation credit. This mess would be a challenge for almost any Overlord he knows except himself... if he had his body back.]
[Which, of course, he does not.]
[Fortunately, he DOES have a small minion army.]
[The Overlord hasn't charged into the depths of the fray yet. For now, his dozen deployed minions hang on the fringes of the battle. The front line wields swords and spears and axes against the onrushing aerophages, providing cover for the second line and their kinetic lance rifles, and then the third line of wizards and sorceresses hurling spells into the fray. What started as a rather desperate holding action is slowly turning in favor of the Overlord's forces, as the sheer number of enemies they drop makes their EXP numbers climb so fast some of their status screens are actually starting to smoke from sheer friction. What's that? That doesn't make sense? NEITHER DOES ANY OF THIS.]
Hyaaaha ha ha ha ha! Choke on this, stupid air-eating -- things! You made the mistake of going up against the most badass freaking Overlord in the entire cosmos!
[No sooner does he say that, of course, than a frickin' laser blasts out of one of the largest and newest aerophages, blasting the minions into the air as it cuts a deep furrow into the ground where they'd stood. With the onslaught disrupted, the aerophages surge forward towards the broken lines.]
Aww, crap!
The Network Prompt Option
Who am I, huh? I guess even a whatever-it-is-you-are isn't well-traveled enough in this infinite cosmos of ours to recognize the guy who stands atop it.
I, Overlord Zetta, am the most badass freaking Overlord in the entire cosmos! Naturally, I'm a demon, of course. My Netherworld is... uh, temporarily out of order, but as soon as I find a way to restore it and get my body back, I'll show even these so-called gods who they made the mistake of messing with.
Attention, other Marked! (I feel dirty just using that term.) This is your opportunity to get in on the ground floor of the newly-rebuilding army of the Overlord. Join me now and get the rare once-in-a-lifetime privilege of serving beneath me! Overlord Zetta! Accept no freaking substitutes!
Network
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Network
[Perhaps he's just a magic voice, which is an interesting concept to ponder.]
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Vyrastral | Setting OC
Ah. So this was what the gods had meant when they'd allowed his kind to dwell upon the Hyperion Star. Well. That's fine by them. So long as their kin could remain; the bargain had been made, and if Vyr was the chip? They could deal with that.
They'd been assured that they could remain in their true form in stasis, but really, Vyr had no reason to strain the gods any further than they were already. Or the abomination, but that was a grudging thought. One they'd probably have to answer for later.
They didn't care. Instead, they stepped forward and glanced around, waving off the white-robe who was already heading for them.
"I know the bargain, I know why I'm here. Take care of the others who need you."
Emergency Deployment
a. Dropship
Vyrastral strode confidently down one of the piers, glancing at the attendant outside of the dropship that appeared to be waiting for them. Though they chuckled at that for just a moment.
"Pass over the respirator and the emitter. I won't be needing the rest. Even better, give me a moment."
At that, they stepped quite a ways back, shifting from this seeming to their true form, that of a meters-long dragon. They gently gripped both the emitter and the respirator, sliding the latter over their muzzle and hooking the emitter from it.
"There. Now you can re-equip that ship for someone else!" That was a cheerful rumble from the beast, even as they leap over the waiting dropship and spreading their wings to simply glide off into space--before folding their wings to better dive into the waiting atmosphere below!
b.Contain and Cull
First things first: their plan? Take out the big mothers. They may not actually be mothers, but they're spawning millions of these aerophages, so Vyrastral sees no difference, really. The things must be destroyed for this planet, for its people, to survive, and so they shall fight.
Swarms of smaller aerophages soar at them; while Vyr does need to breathe, it isn't always oxygen. The respirator helps when they need it, but at this rate, they're only using it when they need it (as well as playing keep-away with the smaller aerophages. Will they clog it up? The dragon doesn't know, but very much cares!). The smaller ones get obliterated by claws and teeth--when they seem to have no ill effects, they turn into a light snack for the dragon.
Their primary objective is in sight; of course, the gods-bedamned thing launches lightning at them. Irritated, but undaunted, they cling to the outside, again using claws and teeth, but it's proving a slightly tougher nut to crack.
Not an unexpected outcome. Launching off the outside, Vyr tears off the respirator mask, opens their muzzle, and breathes out their breath weapon in a cloud, letting the charged plasma start to eat into the hull of the thing and do even more damage.
"That's a start!" they snarl, wings beating frantically.
(ooc: PM this journal for plotting! thanks!)
meet you
What her 'afterlife' seemed to be.
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louis de pointe du lac | the vampire chronicles
⟣ an eventful horizon ⟢
⟣ network ⟢
⟣ ooc ⟢
nice to meet you
It's probably innocuous, if you're concerned. For what it's worth, my people have lived here for a few generations now, without any issues.
[Not to mention--though Vyr isn't mentioning it, at the moment--that the gods and their representatives were incredibly up-front about their potential selection of one of their dragonkind as Marked. "You can dwell on the ship, but we will take as Marked any we would have taken as Marked were you not upon the ship." Their ancestors had found it a deal.]
I'm no white-robe, but if you liked, I could answer some questions, if you have them? I warn you, I don't know everything, though!
[And the actual white-robes might take umbrage, but Vyrastral cares not a whit for that.]
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Eventful Horizon
[The weird part isn't that the companion in question is a talking book. Or maybe it is, but that's not the WEIRD part.]
[The weird part is that in front of them, a team of peg-legged, patchwork penguins stand on the opposite side of a volleyball court, glaring at the two of them across, or really underneath, the net. In the back, one of them holds the volleyball, impatiently waiting for the two of them to get ready and receive service.]
This has got to be your fault somehow!!
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Nice to meet you
Have you found anything helpful? Or that might explain any of this?
Ple Two | ZZ Gundam
Ple Two - her body, albeit sharing a mind with the original Elpeo Ple - passes out aboard the Nahel Argama in the captain's seat, after guiding Judau Ashta's return. It seems, to her, to them, that she'd used the last of her strength, but she was already badly injured enough that at least she'd put her life to good use, before fading...
...and stepping through a doorway. She'd never had any reason to believe in any religion's afterlife, while at the same time having been made quite aware that a Newtype's presence could outlast their flesh and blood. Still, this wasn't like what Elpeo Ple had experienced, from what she gathered, and... and Elpeo Ple was no longer present. There was merely Ple Two, alive, upright, still wearing those yellow pajamas of all things.
At least this was a comfortable... death.
Even while her presence is being explained, the enormous psychic presence at the core of this vessel is very distracting. Still... she gathers that there's some purpose at play here, and, she decides, it's best to play along, for the moment... while watching other people try the food first just in case. It doesn't seem like anyone's dropping dead.
EMERGENCY DEPLOYMENT
-Apocalypse Response
Somehow, she is still here. This is still real. It's not a fantasy her mind would dream up, and she's going back into combat. Of course, a child like Ple Two wasn't forced to deploy, but at the same time, her Qubeley Mk-II was present about the ship, and she knew how to operate any firearm she could physically get her little hands on - and a Newtype's reflexes, as artificial as hers are, are invaluable.
Thus, while most of her fellow Marked drop as infantry, Ple Two deploys in her mobile suit. Nearly nineteen meters and fifty-seven tons of luna titanium armored war machine deploys to Alopolig, and the reduced atmosphere works perfectly for a pilot better suited to space combat; it helps to deal with this pesky gravity, as she deploys her funnels. There's no need for any divine aid - ten remote weapons fan out, and fire a barrage of high-energy particles with superhuman precision. If the aerophages are going to adapt to their attacks, then there's no hesitation - she's got to destroy her targets quickly.
"This unit is not flight capable. Watch your position around my feet," she warns anyone in the vicinity.
-Class X
Compared to the kinetic lance armed troops on the ground, a mobile suit feels like overkill. Even as the aerophages adapt, the size, speed, and power of her Qubeley, and her supernatural sense, make for one of the better sources of straightforward destructive power among the Marked.
So the fact that this situation feels like even a more powerful mobile suit would be at a severe disadvantage is a problem? Between her funnels being shot down and having to recharge in the Qubeley's wing binders, she's glad, at least, that she saved her beam sabers for now. Even still, trying to carve her way through these strange weapons is an uphill battle. "Don't... worry about taking advantage of me being a very large target, if you have to!" ...she's dead, after all.
AN EVENTFUL HORIZON
Well, they somehow came back from that mission without being wiped out entirely.
"No rest for the weary," she mutters, as the situation is explained. Willpower? A newtype - a modified human like herself, a living weapon - should have no issues here.
Right?
Certainly.
Don't mind her falling to her knees as an apocalyptic scene plays out around her.
[ooc: Or throw an idea at me, PM me to talk about scenarios, etc.]
apocalypse response
So he takes to the air, doing his best to parry anything that gets too close to the armored suit. He only has a blade, a bolter and wings, and, well, his optimism.
"I have you!"
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EMERGENCY DEPLOYMENT -Class X
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if you don't mind tagging a bit more ;P
Ukiyo Ace | Kamen Rider Geats
[ It feels a lot like being hosted for a fan meet and greet or a promotion for some upcoming film. The people (and there certainly is a variety) who are apparently ship staff are polite and helpful, welcoming the Marked with the courteous efficiency of hotel attendants who know their environment forwards and backwards. Ace would normally appreciate that attention to detail, but being recruited by some unfamiliar gods without any warning reminds him of certain other recent recruitment processes, and he can't help being wary.
He takes over one of the large tables--one easily big enough to seat five or six people--and spreads out his spoils. Books, pamphlets, and an array of the various food offerings are all spread out in some obscure pattern with meaning known only to Ace himself, as he leans over the hoard, studying the guides between sample bites, the young man is absolutely shameless about the space he's taking up. ]
Marked, huh? I wonder what's wrong with their other followers?
[ Sorry, did you want to sit? Instead you get a conversation. ]
ii. On The Mission
[ Saving people is something he knows. This at least is a good cause, so Ace feels better about playing the Marked role and descending to the strange planet. He gears up as requested, because why not follow the local advisory, and heads out to stop the invasive organisms from eating the world's atmosphere. The mission at least seems straightforward. At first, that is, until the locals start treating the Marked as threats as well and the Aerophages somehow start to exploit that, positioning themselves behind the military to make them harder to get rid of. The trick shots are getting more and more risky, and Ace pulls back after one cluster of geometric nightmares crowd in a too tightly to safely destroy without possibly hitting the saurids they are trying to defend. ]
You know, this makes me feel like they don't really want us to save their city.
iii. A Network Fox
So, how many of us are having their very first ride on a spaceship? Also, who has been recruited by mysterious patrons before? These are probably important questions to ask.
iv. Wildcard
[ ooc: Open to whatever prompt you like or PM me to plot specific things. ]
network for funsies.
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Ena Shinonome | Project Sekai
[She'd been planning to work on a piece for the circle, after finally getting home from school in A Mood, having not wanted to be there in the first place and then being behind on this making her want to stay even less. That's the last thing Ena remembers, as she steps forward into... whatever this place is, uniform still on, school bag still over her shoulder. She's confused, but perhaps not as confused as she might be - this is perhaps not the first time she's found herself somewhere new, strange, and empty. The four-armed guy is new, though, and probably not another Virtual Singer born from Mafuyu's psyche, so Ena's hackles go up more or less immediately, and she demands an explanation, aggressively but not entirely unreasonably.
Unfortunately, she gets one, and accepts the moderate version - a little more than the summary, but not the full version, she's not Mafuyu that could probably get home on her own. So it's with a bit of a scowl, and a couple pamphlets stuck in her bag and one more open in her hand, that Ena steps away from the welcome wagon and moves into the rest of the room to grab dinner (what time is it, even?) and try to take stock. She'll get back to Niigo... eventually. Her circle will wait for her. Uh, maybe. Amia will, for sure, and K probably will. Yuki might well just be happy for the blissful silence in their Nightcord calls after two years... no. They'll be waiting. So whatever it is she's gotten herself into, she's got to make sure she gets back to them. To her stupid brother too, she supposes, but her circle comes first. She chews on that hope - on that driving goal - as she chews on... what she's pretty sure is some kind of chicken in a savory sauce that tastes remarkably like something she might grab in Shibuya, so maybe this'll work out after all. Of course, right as she thinks that, she picks up what she'd been expecting to be cabbage and finds it to be blue, so. Perhaps it'll be an adjustment after all.
She sets down the plate with a sigh and a shake of her head, looking at whoever happens to be nearby with a slight, helpless smile.]
Just a little bit of a change of pace, huh? I'm not normally the world-saving type, so this'll be new to me, but what about you?
[B | dropshipping]
[As she walks down the catwalk toward the dropships, Ena can almost be forgiven for forgetting she's going to be on a mission in a second. Her eyes open wide as she looks down at the planet they're supposed to be rescuing - a whole other planet! She's going to another planet! - and takes it in, excitement rising. She wishes she could sketch this view, but her sketchbook (the big one, she can justify a little one for field sketches) is in her room, which is off limits until after the mission. Aaaand then she remembers she's got a job to do, shakes herself, and starts walking again.
By the time they're moving and she's started to look at her... equipment loadout... she's having second thoughts. Or maybe they're fourth thoughts. Barrier emitter? Sure, that makes sense on a rescue mission. Respirator? She's never used one, but that makes sense too, if these... aerothings... are eating the air. Stun baton? Um... sure? If she needs it, she needs it. But. Butbutbut! She draws the line at the last item-]
I've never even seen a real gun before, how do you expect me to use this!? I'd be just as likely to shoot one of us as an aerothing. I-I shouldn't take one of these...
[Suiting actions to words, Ena scoops the emitter into her shoulder bag, hesitantly does the same with the stun baton, sets the respirator in her lap expecting to need it, and pointedly doesn't move to grab the rifle. Instead she vibrates as the ship descends toward the planet's surface, visibly fidgeting as time passes. She... might need a distraction.]
[C | a slightly different live show | engagement: Class 0-1]
Please, come this way! We're going to- oi, don't shove! We're going to escort you underground before the rest of the buildings go down! I'm- hey! Who was that!?
[Ena wheels from where she was directing a group, street blocked in the other direction, as someone apparently shoved past her at speed? So she wheels, righteous anger in her eyes, and raises her right hand, Mark glowing-
[-and finds a Vistagi citizen, indifferent and continuing on his way as if the air weren't being sucked out of the sky as they spoke, and Ena simply can't hold back any longer.] Get over here! [She fires a lance of light in front of the citizen, hitting the ground, charring the flagstones, confident enough in her aim not to fry the citizen.] If you're not gonna evacuate, at least don't get in the way, we're trying to help here!
[-and finds a single aerophage flitting past, about to come around for what seems to be a rich environment. Forget the mission, this one is hers, as she roars out a challenge-] You'll burn for that! Fireball-! [The more powerful spell demands more of her attention, and shouting as she casts the unfamiliar effect helps her keep focus. Her aim is... good, but not perfect, and she clips the crystal-looking enemy, taking a chunk out of it that is decidedly not crystalline when it comes off? No matter, if that didn't do the job, she needs to keep going, and she takes a long, deep breath, gathering her focus to attack again, not keeping an eye on the Vistagi or searching for other attackers-]
((Poke me at
Dropshipping?
[It's almost a good thing the person sitting next to him is so tiny.
[It would be a good thing if they weren't deploying to fight something inimical.]
If you're unused to combat, I will keep you safe.
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BB | FGO
That said, at this time, she will be stuck in a tiny mini version of herself like so. Until she hits a point in the story where she effectively will not fuck with the Gods or does BB things the BB way. The last prompt she is a normal-sized girl, lol. For any questions, dm me here! ]
₊˚⊹👋 NICE TO MEET YOU
[ The menace to all known universes stands there staring up at her new - master(s)? Summoners? ]
Wait, wait, hold the fuck up - how did you get your hands on the servant summoning system? Just because we showed up one time, in some other universe, doesn't mean suddenly we start sprouting out of Grail Wars all over the place. [ Her little feet stomp against the floor, and her hand slaps the teachers' pointer within her tiny little hands onto the ground suddenly. It breaks in half - for comedic effect. ] These things have rules to them, rules I like to break - and you can't just go breaking them before I GET TO BREAK THEM!
[ There were several truths here that BB immediately understood when stepping out of the door she had just walked into. One factor in this, was that she was uncontracted as a servant, meaning that her connection to the Master of Chaldea had now been severed. So either they had died - likely considering how impossible it was for the Master of Chaldea to live through the hellish nonsense of what their fate was up against - or, she was summoned as a new servant. Impossible - but not improbable....
Alongside the multitude of truths she comes to understand, is, she is up against something bigger than herself - which is saying something because BB is big. As a multidimensional being who exists by simply punching walls and throwing tantrums with the power of love - anything any stronger than her was a CLASS X level threat to her universe, to her master, to her humans.
Bigger than a Sin of Humanity, this was - ]
Don't just look at me like that with your ugly beady eyes! I WANT ANSWERS!! [ BB sounds like a small chipmunk as she squeaks angrily above her. The show of anger is just a ploy just like everything else about her. Either way she is looking to pay mind to anyone who looks out of the ordinary. Taking note of every single person who looks at her, and who doesn't. It's clear that those who don't are the greater powers who orchestrated this madness, and those who aren't - well... None of her damn powers seem to work, so she's struggling to understand what that all means.
With her welcome committee now moving away from her. Seeing as they know how she is, know she will get the information needed her own way, know she's being a brat and want nothing to do with the headache that is her existence - who invited her here again? They leave to handle other matters. ] Stop walking away from me!!!
[ BB tries to follow after them, but every step she makes a small little tiny noises follows after and one step from her is more than a skip from a mouse. ]
₊˚⊹🍖 NICE TO 🍖 YOU... Food.
[ BB looks like a bug munching on a big piece of meat, ] Oh, donnnm't wormry, eets not poisoned... [ She says, with a bit of attitude. Nibbling on a chicken as if she were no more than a tick along it's skin, ] I woummd know... Cauwse, then..... [ She swallows after she was done eating. ] I'd die!
₊˚⊹🧚♀️ ENGAGE: CLASS X
[ A little tiny fairy(?) flies over to you!! ]
Hey! [ She is looking at you, person perhaps not where they should be or should be. ] Listen!
[ You have a feeling if you don't say something back, she's going to keep saying it to you.... ]
₊˚⊹🌚 AN EVENTFUL HORIZON: Failure
[ Somehow you get dragged into a place that is completely black, dark, nothingness incarnate. Without realizing it possibly, BB suddenly bumps into you. She isn't a tiny fairy right now, but her normal self. A young looking girl who is panicked and trying to catch her breath while wanting to grab hold of you - desperate to not let go. ]
OH THANK FUCK! A PERSON??? IT'S BEEN LIKE 100 THOUSAND YEARS!!
₊˚⊹💬 Network
yeah you suck that wasn't funny "( – ⌓ – )
anyway im here to stalk all your posts and gather all your tea, so go ahead give spill your stupid details puny little humans ♥︎
and aliens
i guess
Class X
You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?
DFDFSDF god good response
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Hibiki Tachibana | Senki Zesshou Symphogear
[1] Nice to Meet You!
Eh...? EHHHHH!?[ When Hibiki arrives, stepping through the door without much recollection on what she was doing just prior, she's... very loud and vocal about her surprise. Where is she? Is she being pranked? What's going on!?
Fortunately, her Symphogear pendant is still around her neck, so she can at least take solace in the fact that if there's any danger she can defend herself... but of course, when she starts seeing the non-human figures also in the room, she starts getting pretty loud all over again.
It's fortunate that they're all willing to explain what's going on, but... even as the situation starts to settle down, even Hibiki can't help but feel at least a little uncertain. ]
Hnn... I hope everyone back home is okay... am I on my own here...?
[ Man... she already misses her
wifefriends... ][2] Emergency Deployment
[A] DropshipWhoa...! We really are going to a different planet...!
[ She had already recognized as much, but it really is like she just stepped into a sci-fi movie or something! She notices the gadgets in front of her seat soon enough... a shield and a weapon, plus the respirator. The respirator... she'll be keeping that, but— ]
...Hey! Anyone want some spares? I'm not gonna need any of these things, aha!
[ So sayeth the seemingly completely normal teenage girl with all the confidence in the world. ]
[B] Apocalypse Response
[ ...Okay, she knew going in that this was a serious situation. Her carefree attitude is one thing, but she knew to get serious the second they touched down. That said... ]
Gh...!
[ Hibiki, armed in her Gear (and a respirator fitted over her headset), takes a direct blast of energy from one of the adapted Aerophages. With her arms up defensively, the result is little more than a bit of smoke rising off of Hibiki as a result... but the fact she took a hit at all is a sign that she's starting to get tired out from all the fighting. Plus, the Aerophages hadn't been able to so much as damage her thus far, but they're slowly adapting to the Symphogear System's myriad layers of barriers as the fight draws on. ]
Hah...! Not yet!! I'm not done yet!! HAAAAAAHHHH!!
[ Music—yes, music—blares to life around Hibiki as the boosters at her back burst to life, propelling her forward as she weaves through the various blasts of energy sent by numerous Aerophages... ]
Can you feel it? (Burnin'!)
Kanjiteru ka? (Burnin'!)
My heart (Burnin'!), my soul (Burnin'!)
Kokoro (Burnin'!) tamashī (Burnin'!)
And my song…!
Kono uta…!
No life dwells in a fist without any weight
Omosa naki kobushi ni inochi nado yadoranai
(Live now, live now)
[ Hibiki launches herself into the air, the gauntlet on her fist morphing and growing to form an even larger booster that blasts her forward with even greater velocity, and punches straight through one of the Aerophages with enough force that the entire crystalline-like structure of the enemy starts to crack and splinter until it splits entirely in half, falling apart and to the ground... while Hibiki retains her momentum and continues towards yet another Aerophage behind it... ]
I still (Blazin'!) hold onto (Blazin'!)
Mada da (Blazin'!) nigiru (Blazin'!)
The answer (Blazin'!) connecting us
Tsunagu (Blazin'!) kotae
With its lively beating pulse, its brilliant sparkle
Iki utsu kodō yo kirameki yo
What will it teach? Where will it resound?
Nani wo oshieru? Doko ni hibiku?
[ ...and as the Aerophage fires off a blast at Hibiki, still midair, she throws her other fist forward and—singing the whole way—punches through the blast without stopping until she reaches the body and punches yet another hole through yet another Aerophage. Seems they haven't quite been able to adapt to the force of Hibiki's punches just yet. ]
[3] An Eventful Horizon
[ Let's make one thing absolutely clear. Every single explanation about the Chaos Field? Flies straight over Hibiki's head. She just doesn't get it. Way too confusing! Eventually, the only explanation that manages to stick is that it's dangerous, it's a place where you can imagine whatever you want and it'll happen, and using your imagination inside it helps make it less dangerous.Is it perhaps a little dangerous going in without fully understanding what's going on? Or at least, understanding as much as there is to understand about it? Maybe, but... ]
Uwah...! Amazing! It's exactly how I remember it!!
[ If you happen to be with her, you'll find yourself in... well, a quaint little streetside restaurant being run by a kind-looking lady. ]
Ah, Hibiki-chan! Here by yourself, today?
[ Hibiki beams... ]
Ah! Flower-lady! You're here too!? Whoa...!
Ahaha! I'll get started on your favorite right away~!
[ ...Listen, what better use of the Chaos Field is there than recreating your favorite restaurant? ]
Wildcard
[ Feel free to poke me at3
But if you're kind of dumb and just hear that you can shape reality, of course it's easy. ]
What is this?
[ A very grim looking child pulls herself up to a seat as well. ]
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Hu | OC | World of Darkness: Werewolf the Apocalypse 20th ed
This was very far from what and where she expected to be, but after a few moments of confusion the dark haired, Chinese young woman is handling it well! This must be some strange Umbral Realm and she couldn't wait to explore it more. Sure, she could try to figure out a way back but realms of the spirit world had odd rules and it may very well send her back when it decides to on its own. Once she's exhausted
the guidesher pool of questions to ask, Hu takes the time to meet other people.She approaches other characters with a smile, "Hello there! This is quite exciting, is it not?"
2. Emergency Deployment
a. Ship
By the time the announcement to deploy is heard, Hu has figured out she has no need to stay in human form here. Her Koto (fox-person) form had all the capabilities of a human (hands, easy talking, height and reach) but the bonus of fur and her two tails. It was tempting to wander around in her natural fox form, shifting just enough to let her speak human, but that was hardly practical. Especially if they had to do some sort of mission.
So when she shows up to be equipped and briefed, Hu appears as a two tailed, amber furred fox-woman (basically a furry). She's still smiling, though, or at least with what appears to be a similar cheerful expression on her muzzle. She takes the time to test the fit of the respirator but most of her attention is focused on the shield emitter and the rifle. She's never even held a gun before, but the basic idea was easy. Aim at an enemy and pull the trigger. She tests this by holding it up and aiming it at someone/thing (perhaps at you!). She is holding it wrong and her finger is near the trigger. Not on it, but feel free to be alarmed she might shoot something.
b. Planet
She'd been assigned a higher class, but Hu was not built for combat and preferred only to fight when she had no other real options. So she opts to go on the Class 0-1 mission, because protecting and evacuating people seemed more up her alley. She keeps the rifle on her back as the fox-woman speaks to a group of natives.
"Do not be alarmed, we are here to help!" Was that too cliche? Well, perhaps it was needed here. "I am sure you've noticed the aerophages, yes? We have people who are equipped to fight those, but for now your safety is most important! If you could please come with me, I promise I will not hurt you, but it would be much safer to get underground." She's elegant and rather charismatic, but if that counts here remains to be seen.
?. Wildcard
Want something else? Feel free to throw something at me! You can ping me at
I'll match style, I just default to prose.
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Oddly enough, the sword is the first to talk, the runes on its blade flickering in time with its syllables. "I do not believe she has any hostile intent, Dust."
The Blade of Ahrah's words are enough to make Dust relax slightly, though not to lower his weapon. "If Ahrah's correct," he says, his voice quiet but carrying, "I'd appreciate you not pointing that thing at me."
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Cho Hakkai | Saiyuki
Really, this was all too much. Not that Hakkai didn't understand that he was one of many people who were probably feeling lost and more than slightly overwhelmed by the whole ordeal. But still, it was hard to deny that the entire experience of being suddenly transmigrated out of the blue was more than a little overwhelming! Nonetheless, he had received his greeting and explanation from a more than boisterous older man, pleasantly enough. He had also spent a considerable amount of time thoroughly flipping through and meticulously reviewing each of the provided pamphlets, hoping that obtaining as much information as possible about his situation could relieve his anxieties on the matter.
But none of it actually eased his anxieties on the matter.
Really, what was he to do, though? There was no helping or changing the fact that he was currently here, on a supposed spaceship, many light-years away from the first set of gods that had forced him to travel on a world-saving mission.
At least he was experienced in that regard for the role.
And so he did all he could do, curiously making his way to the various displays of food(?) that had been offered to him, and curiously picking around at what he assumed could be edible before making his way over to the area with the most available seating.
"Ah, my apologies, do you mind if I take a seat here?" His soft voice spoke up from behind, where he found another sitting with their meals and pamphlets. His demeanor was polite but forward as he stood behind them with his food tray in hand.
It wouldn't be so off-putting if, upon turning around, they were to notice that the man speaking appeared to be a near six-foot grey wolf-man. Or rather, upon closer inspection, a six-foot man in a comically cartoonish grey wolf fur-suit.
II. Why Listen To Orders When You Can Go Out On A Rogue Healer Mission?
Hakkai knew he was meant to fight on the front lines, a duty marked by the number five on his hand. Yet, he was not one to follow orders. While others in his rank engaged in battle, Hakkai chose his own path.
Instead of joining the fight, he headed for the civilian areas and lower-ranking soldiers. A small white dragon, a monocle, and peculiar magical jewelry distinguished him from the crowd, hinting at a power beyond his human appearance. He ensured everyone was safe before moving to the Interception unit, always prioritizing the well-being of others above his own.
Finally, he arrived at the front lines where his peers were fighting the fearsome enemy. Ignoring the chaos, he called out, "Is there anyone injured or in need of aid!?" He scanned the battlefield for anyone struggling, quickly kneeling to assist those who could no longer stand. "Are you all right?" he asked, offering help to the tattered and torn.
Only after ensuring no one was left behind did he venture further into the fray. True to his nature, Hakkai disregarded the direct command to fight, instead using his abilities to aid others. He believed his purpose wasn't to fight alongside his rank, but to save those who couldn't save themselves, no matter the risk.
III. What does one do with a magical void space when ones favorite past-time is repression?
Hakkai found himself in a peculiar void, a place where he could bend reality to his will. Yet, the power felt wasted on him. He had always been content, asking only for the health and happiness of himself and his loved ones. He never truly wanted anything more.
As he stood in the vast emptiness, for the first time in a long time, he considered what he truly desired. After a while, a scene materialized around him. It wasn't anything he had consciously wanted, but a memory. A small, wooded area with a dirt road led to a simple building. Three figures, frozen in time, appeared before him. A priest with golden hair, a boy with a mischievous grin, and a red-haired rogue chasing after him.
These were more than just illusions; they were solid to the touch. Hakkai, who had spent so much time with these people, was captivated by the vivid memory his mind had created. He admired the surreal scene, a faithful interpretation of his innermost thoughts.
Lost in his own world, he was almost surprised when he realized he wasn't alone. A serene, slightly embarrassed smile spread across his face as he turned to greet another person. He bowed politely and said, "I did not realize someone else might try this place out. I did not mean to take up so much time here."
As quickly as it appeared, the scene vanished. Hakkai's smile unwavering, he asked his companion, "I take it you were curious about this location as well?"
IV. Wildcard!
[OOC; Have a different idea to throw Hakkai into? Feel free to send me a starter of your choosing! Or if you have any questions or wish to reach out to plot, feel free to reach out to me at
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They've seen quite a few surprising things in their life, but nothing prepared them for a giant, bipedal dog.
... Or, well. No. Their eyes focused in on his face, and the realized their mistake. Not a dog, but a human in a strange costume. Hopefully he wasn't stuck with that appearance forever, but. No, that was none of their business. He had food in his hands, so clearly he could still eat with it on. That should be the extent to how much Setsu paid his appearance any mind.
Keeping their expression carefully neutral, they made an open-handed gesture.
"No, go ahead."
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