New World New You

[holographica]

-> (1)

It begins with a bang; then, disorientation, darkness, dismayed voices, and spells that weigh down your limbs like heavy shackles...

The people keeping you captive seem as unsure as you are of what just happened, and argue and mutter amongst themselves, though they don't hesitate to restrain you, chain you to a pipe in the wall of this bottom floor of an underground parking garage, or lock you alone into a smaller room of the abandoned building where the summoning was held. You seem to unnerve them; they don't want to look you in the eye, and if they have to touch you to lock you up, they do so gingerly, nervously.

But maybe, once they leave you to yourself to go and argue and regroup in private, you're not quite alone? You weren't the only person to come out of the array. You have at least one companion in your confusion, one person restrained like you and not wearing the cultists' strange masks. Take comfort, take inventory, and prepare for anything.


-> (2)

The Joyous were prepared for you to attempt escape. Their preparations don't quite match what they got, but even poorly calibrated spells will do something, and the effects of knockout darts and magically reinforced walls don't discriminate. It's time to blow this popsicle stand...

...But you may want to take a moment to comb the area - once the Joyous have had enough time and reason to weigh their options, they'll run, leaving behind the incriminating results of their "botched" summoning. Those less able to escape confinement under their own power may need a hand, or to band together, or, at worst, to wait quite a while for locals to stumble across them...


-> (3)

You step outside into an unfamiliar town; small, sparse, just off a major highway running through the Neloi Flats. A perfect place for a cult looking for an unoccupied building, because there are a lot of those here, as though the town's peak has come and gone, leaving behind rusty signs for roadside attractions and a main street retinue of shops made of sheer stubbornness and spite.

There's not much direction here. There are locals, who will be confused by you, possibly wary and disbelieving. There's a temple, small like the village but likely to have charity you need right now. There's a highway, and following it in either direction will take you to one of two very different cities.

There's a whole country of possibilities before you, in fact. What ones will you chase, and will you do it alone?



[[As of this mingle: go forth and RP! You can treat this post like a game intro, or like a meme post; follow the prompt/s exactly, or alter the details to suit your tastes, or pitch a completely different scene in your own top-level. Let's get some stories started.]]

Comments

[missleadingquestions]

Oh, I see. So trouble finds you.

[No wonder he stumbled upon Maya.]

Well. I guess it found a lot of us, this time.

[photoshooter]

...Yeah.

[And now, Prompto actually looks kind of concerned. Serious.]

I mean... okay, so, I'm just a normal guy, and it's weird enough for me to be caught up in... whatever this is. [He shakes his head and shifts in place, like he'd pace if he weren't seated.] But... did you meet the kids? Hallelujah and Reira.

[And, okay, he has no idea how to classify his new friend Bahamut.]

i got home and didn't like that one

[missleadingquestions]

[Maya's brows raise.]

The Kids?

You're, what, 18?

[photoshooter]

I'm an adult! I'm twenty!

1/2

[missleadingquestions]

--Oh, really?

Me too! I'm twenty.

nyeh now on the right comment

[missleadingquestions]

--That means you know I'm an adult, too! Ha!

[She'll concede if it means she also gets to be an adult...

real adulty here]

[photoshooter]

I don't seriously look like I'm still in high school, do I?

[He says, whining like a fourteen-year-old.]

[missleadingquestions]

You kinda sound like a middle schooler.

[heartless.

...she prods the... potatoes... before pulling them away from the embers a bit to cool.]

[photoshooter]

Razzum frazzum middle school...

[Cut him to the BONE, Maya.

Prompto looks away and sulks for a moment before interest in HIS mystery tubers brings him back.]

Huh. Are they done?

[missleadingquestions]

I think so.

[She's still not entirely sure what they are... or if they're edible...]

You're not thinking of diving in so fast again, are ya?

[photoshooter]

[Just casually stops reaching towards the sunchokes and crosses his arms again. Nothing to see here.]

What? No, of course not.

[Ahem.]

Anyway! Seriously, though, there's like, a high school kid here. And... like, a pre-schooler? Real smart, don't get me wrong, but you know. Teeny.

[missleadingquestions]

[There's a lurch of something like dread or hope (Maya can't tell which) for a moment before Maya reminds herself that the name of that little preschooler was Reira, which is nowhere near Pearl nor a name Pearl would ever give a stranger.

Maya shrugs and goes back to sitting, now that Prompto's been told to wait. She doesn't bother hiding her amusement.]

Really? What kind of weird spell summons a couple of little kids? Or, well, a kid and a teenager?

[Sorry Hal. She remembers what it was like to be a teen, it was awful go you man]

[photoshooter]

I don't know. I mean, I don't even know what kind of weird spell summons people. Spells don't do that where I come from, and summons... well, summons are for the gods.

You don't just summon the Archaean willy-nilly, you know? I feel like someone really messed up, here.

[missleadingquestions]

[Maya's quiet for a moment, eyes blinking and wide like a cat.]

...Summon the what, now?

[photoshooter]

Uh, Titan? Big dude, causes earthquakes? Can't miss 'im.

[missleadingquestions]

Like...... from Greece?

[Maya asks, tilting her head.]

[photoshooter]

Grease... like pizza? What?

[Well now they're both confused.]

[missleadingquestions]

Greece... like... the country?

[Maya's brow furrows, because. what kind of person doesn't know what Greece is, jeez, she grew up on a mountain]

[photoshooter]

[He crosses his arms and puts his head to one side.]

Never heard of it. Is it part of the Empire?

[missleadingquestions]

[Incredulously, and without hesitation, she blurts--]

What empire?

[photoshooter]

Uh, the Niflheim Empire, obviously? Do you know any other evil empires going around making literal daemons out of everything good and holy in this world?

[missleadingquestions]

[This is the same thing that happened with Alisaie! And... well, with Hallelujah. And... well, twice is coincidence, but three time's a pattern, right?

Then again, maybe the third instance was Labyrinthia.]

...Iiiiii don't think we're from the same place.

[photoshooter]

Aw, man. This keeps happening.

[He puts his head in his hand. Whyyy.]

Is everybody seriously from different places? Isn't anybody else from Eos?

[missleadingquestions]

Nope... It looks like everyone's from somewhere different.

I haven't found anyone from America yet, either.

[But she pats his shoulder, nodding.]

Buuuut at least you didn't wind up here alone!

[photoshooter]

[Oh. He looks up at the pat, then laughs.]

Oh man. Can you even imagine? [A big, self-deprecating grin.] I'd probably still be chained up on the floor eating burnt... whatever those are.