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arimoi2017-02-26 11:45 pm
holographica) wrote in arimoi2017-02-26 11:45 pm
New World New You
-> (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.]]
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.]]
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Hehe. Morning, little guy.
[Prompto waves at Chiro before turning to the map. Instantly, he sees something's wrong. The shape of the land's all wrong, let alone the names or cities or rivers. Where's Gralea? Where's Leide? Where's Lucis?]
Whaaaat...
[He flips the map over to see if the back makes any more sense, flips it over again, digs his fingers into his stupid hair.]
Where on Eos is this?
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There is a conversational ravine in front of Hallelujah that he's hesitant to leap across.]
Ee...yup. Definitely lost.
[So he remarks, exuding wryness from every pore. You lost. I lost. Everyone lost. BOY WHAT A DAY, AM I RIGHT.]
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Why can't anything ever be easy...
[S I G H. He hands the map back to Hal.]
Well, thanks anyway, man. Guess I'll just... wander around until I find something. ...Should I get back in touch with you if I do?
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Yeah, wait, I - my phone doesn't work here, uh - [He shifts as though to stand up, and Chiro jumps out of his lap, floating by his elbow.] I can just go with you instead? Since you're lost too, I can help, probably. [Please don't leave me here but also I'm super cool about this totally.]
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Uh--sure? I mean, of course! I don't mind. The more the merrier, right?
[He tries a smile. Hooray, nailed it. Before Hal can stand, he waves him back down with both hands.]
We can totally wait for your phone to charge, though. Like, it's not like either of us has any pressing appointments anywhere, right? Ahaha.
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Right! Uh, [sir??] yes, right. [It has been requested and so it shall be obeyed; Hal's butt hits the bench again.] Yeah, I, uh. If this...sticks, I don't exactly have any...uh, plans.
[...what do you do with a life when you're not half-expecting to turn the corner and get eaten or something.
take up knitting???]
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Okay, real talk for a second, just me and you. [He lets his hands fall.] Look. Were you brought here by those weird guys, too? It's okay, I mean. I think we're in the same boat.
[Just puttin' it out there on the table where we all can see it...]
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Yeah, I was starting to think the same thing. The guys, with the masks? Trying to summon something?
[He waves his hands across his face while he says this, miming the masks, because that was a detail that stuck. Thank you, bless you, for being the one to say something; Hal keeps going, sounding relieved and tense at once, and Chiro wraps himself around the back of his head and chatters up at Prompto.]
This is definitely not anywhere I know about and I'm thinking, like, another planet, or some kind of alternate dimension.
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It's crazy, though, right? I mean, that's the kind of thing you only hear about in sci-fi movies or video games.
[He shakes his head.]
Okay, granted, that map doesn't look like anything in the world I recognize, and those masked weirdos were pretty... y'know. Weird? But this's been going on too long for it to be some kind of concussed hallucination from getting knocked off a train, I guess...
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[that would be less and more weird at the same time]
So sci-fi is the only thing that makes sense.
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[It doesn't even sound like a real word. What language is that?]
I'm from Lucis. [He hesitates, but, well... with no one he knows around, where's the harm? If he's from far away, it's possible he might have heard at least of the greater empire in town.] Or... Niflheim. Depending on who you ask. Oh, man, I didn't even introduce myself, did I? My name's Prompto. Prompto Argentum.
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[He suddenly feels very, very small. Like, the entire structure of his world and his life was always just a dot on a map. The Ashura-kai doesn't mean anything here, does it?]
What about, uh, [fuck okay what are some of those places that exist(/ed) outside] Russ...ia? China? Uh, Mikado? Planet Earth?
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[Ohhhh boy.]
Our world... that's called Eos.
[TWILIGHT ZONE INTENSIFIES]
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[Aliens.]
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[Too agitated to sit still, despite his abused ribs' urgent protests, Prompto gets up again and starts pacing, hands on his belt.]
H-how many worlds do you think there are out there, then? And... and what're the chances people back home will be able to find us?
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...But, besides being confused about what to do now that there's no Ashura-kai around, Hallelujah isn't super upset about this. It takes a moment for him to imagine what Prompto might be freaking out over.
Family? Friends?
Aw, man...]
I dunno. [Well fuck why did he say that, that's not helpful.] Bet the guys that brought us here are the ones who'd know that.
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[He stops pacing and faces Hal, but not for long. He drops his gaze to the floor, biting his lip.]
I mean, I'm not important enough to--to summon. That's all Noct stuff, the old kings and gods and... I'm nobody, really.
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He fumbles for something to say, feeling entirely inadequate.]
Well, uh. I mean, everyone's someone. [oh god that's the lamest way to say what he's thinking.] If it helps, there's...no way they were aiming for me, either. It's probably just...luck.
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[Prompto gives that a moment to sink in, then sighs, looks ceiling-ward, and nods.]
Yeah, all right. Par for the course, right? And I guess it's better than staying where I was.
[Though, now, when Noct gets to Gralea and finds him gone--will he be all right? Shoot. Prompto can't afford to worry about that, as much as it twists his stomach up to shelve the thought.]
Sorry, man. It's just... it's been a really, really long day.
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This is not really a dynamic he knows what to do with, but, mysteriously, it kind of...works, in his head. Heart. Instinct. Whatever. Prompto's alright. He's easy to talk to.
And with that recommendation sealed, Chiro leaves Hal's head and zips to Prompto's shoulder.]
So...what's the plan now? [In a bit of a rush:] Whatever you're gonna do, I could come along and help, I don't really have, uh, anywhere to be.
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Well... okay. [What would Ignis do?] Food and shelter. Those've gotta be the first things we focus on.
['We.' You'll be okay, kid.]
I can hunt... [Probably. Maybe. He's never had to by himself. He looks around at the temple.] But I don't know if sticking around here is the best idea. Who knows when those weirdos might come back.
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[Anyways.]
The priestesses gave me a bit of money, gonna hold onto that for something important. I don't really know how to do shelter on the surface, buuut I can cook a little bit and...besides that, not much. [Aha. Ha.] Chiro and I can kind of fight, if they show up again.
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[As if to reassure the kid, Prompto calls up his weapon and lets it fall into his hands, nonthreatening. He picks it up and twirls it around one finger before letting it disappear again. Waste of MP, but hey, whatever, it'll regenerate.]
I'm not, like, a soldier or anything [haha], but. You don't have to worry about fighting if you don't want to. [He sighs and crosses his arms.] After the last few months I've had, I know I can at least keep you guys safe.
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in front of him. Once it's gone, his brows arch high; he's impressed.]
Oh. [On one hand, it's kind of disheartening to be told, hey, don't even bother. On the other hand, it's nice to get that reassurance?] Wow, thanks. [And he does genuinely sound grateful, kind of quiet and forced-casual to cover up embarrassment.]
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[...And the most, probably, but shhh. Prompto's doing his best.]
You can really cook?
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