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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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As he stands, however, so does she. And that's when she finds it. Her book - she can still use some of her Arcane arts. But... she doesn't want to break his chains with it. She might over-use her powers and fuck him up. ]
...Noct.
[ The name is unfamiliar to her. But, she shakes her head. ]
We were summoned. Once we are free, I will... re-seal myself. After destroying this cult. Cannot let dangers out.
[ ...Fuck. She can't do that herself. Alisaie needed the help of an Ascian last time - the only friendly Ascian she knows. ]
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[For a moment, he lets disappointment overtake his confusion. So Noct still hasn't found a way yet to, well. Find him. Prompto looks away and down, lips pressed together, but no. He closes his eyes and breathes out. The other guys aren't here to bail him out, so he's just going to have to take care of himself until he finds them.
What would, say, Gladio do?
It occurs to Prompto that, hey. It's not like he's tried drawing his gun since he was moved to... wherever this is. He thinks about it for a moment, then shrugs, holds out his hand, and raises both eyebrows when his handgun materializes in his palm.]
Wh--well, hello!
[Before he takes the opportunity to look this gift horse in the mouth, Prompto widens his stance as much as he can, takes careful aim at the chain between his feet, tries not to think about the possibilities of ricochet so close to important parts of his body, and--bang! bang!--neatly snaps the chain with two well-aimed shots.
Mightily cheered, he meets Alisaie's gaze again.]
Anything I can help you with, then?
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You were summoned too.
[ She's assuming. Why else would he be here? She breathes in... oh, how she hates this idea. However, she's already seen he cannot be tempered. Otherwise he'd be her slave already. Looking to her book, she then looks to the door - locked, of course. ]
We escape. Can you-- help find cultists? When outside. These are not Lambs of Dalamud.
[ Even if she hates them as well. So many who'd bring doom, who'd call for her and-- damn. A thought crosses her mind. ]
Phoenix, too. I... will help you, in exchange.
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Um, sure! No problem. I mean, besides, you already helped me. It'd be pretty rude of me not to return the favor. Especially to, you know, a god. Haha.
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...Do not call me a God.
[ Even as she talks, she seems to be writing down arcane runes in her book. Trying to see if she can create a spell to destroy the door. ]
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[Man, he really wishes Noct were here. It's not a regular person's job to commune with the Astrals, after all. He busies himself with loosely tucking in the trailing ends of his chains to keep them from tripping him up.]
So, how do we get out of here?
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[ She casually says - there. With a moment, she finally blasted out a Ruin III - the door cracking open. And cracking.
...And Alisaie grins to herself. She's still got it. She gestures. ]
...Can keep up?
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No need to worry about that, ma'am. I've had a lot of practice doing nothing but. Keeping up, that is. Lead the way.
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...Where are you from.
[ She decides to ask, because she wants to know - to figure out things. ]
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[Reflexively, his left hand goes to his right wrist. Just to check that it's still covered. That he's still safe.
Maybe he shouldn't say. They are fugitives. But she didn't blow up at Noct's name, so...]
I'm from Insomnia. You know, the capital of Lucis? I don't know how much you guys know about our countries and all.
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[ It was a simple statement. Did they even worship the same Primals and Gods across the seas?
...How did they react to the moon falling? If they did. ]
I am from Sharlayan. Is it familiar?
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[Eorzea? Maybe that's some kind of old-timey, Astral way of referring to Eos.
As used to following as he claimed, Prompto checks their retreat, making sure no one's coming after them.]
But I never really was much good at geography.