I suppose we covered that all our characters are meeting so I'll just follow suit after Inkarnate and post as well.
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Are all our characters meeting off the bat like this? That seems really lucky lol
You'd think all things considered that they'd be in a few different groups if anything at first.
You'd think all things considered that they'd be in a few different groups if anything at first.
As it was Matt's turn on watch, Rig did as mentioned earlier and took to taking another look at the sky-hawk. So far like the first check everything seemed clear. Despite the heavy vibrations that had occurred it seemed like everything was still in place. Since they hadn't hadn't actually dealt with large impact and more so heavy turbulence, it was honestly pretty easy to check the things that might be banged up. Spoilers, flaps, doors everything was rigged in their correct place. The landing gear still functioned and their doors as well were set correctly. Just to be safe Rig energized the control systems in neutral, just to make sure nothing there seemed out of order. All lights were green, and the things he saw matched what he knew and what his booklet told him. They were set to take off. He exited the machine and did another look over, rubbing his hands incessantly on his handkerchief. Force of habit.
Matt came around to ask him how the diagnostic went and Rig nodded with a small smile. "We're good to go. Nothing important got knocked too out of place or damaged." He looked the pilot up and down. "Make sure to get whatever sleep you can. Don't want you caught out here rubbing your eyes." He tucked his cloth away into his pocket, and walked past Matt towards his tent, giving him a nod and a wave goodnight. He felt a little guilty he didn't have a round for the nights watch, but not point losing sleep over it.
The next morning the group gathered to hear Nathan lay out the plan for the day. Duvari, of course it was the duvari. Why wouldn't it be? He tried his best to get that thought out of his mind as he went to work getting the the hawk ready with Jake, but he couldn't help it. He was sweating the whole time. He got his items together, his sidearm and his pile-bunker at the ready. Despite his clear aversion to the thing he got on his ride without any argument. He wasn't some kid in elementary school, he wouldn't hold up a military operation due to some old fear. But he was even more quiet than usual the whole ride. Only speaking when spoken too.
As they stopped and waited for the light to go off, his attention was drawn back to it. Distracted, at least for a while he wondered what the crater meant. Did this thing fall from fucking orbit? The earlier aliens joke played in his head again, and he couldn't hep but consider the possibility. As Jake laid down the plan of immediate action, Rig's mind was brought back to being rather nervous. He had only met with wild men once, and that wasn't fun. Maybe they could get information from them though. Living so close would give them better insight on this thing than staring at it from afar would.
As the other would go ahead, Rig would still stay quiet. He just wanted to get off this goddamn thing. Even if it was doing them well, and wasn't causing him any real problems.
Matt came around to ask him how the diagnostic went and Rig nodded with a small smile. "We're good to go. Nothing important got knocked too out of place or damaged." He looked the pilot up and down. "Make sure to get whatever sleep you can. Don't want you caught out here rubbing your eyes." He tucked his cloth away into his pocket, and walked past Matt towards his tent, giving him a nod and a wave goodnight. He felt a little guilty he didn't have a round for the nights watch, but not point losing sleep over it.
The next morning the group gathered to hear Nathan lay out the plan for the day. Duvari, of course it was the duvari. Why wouldn't it be? He tried his best to get that thought out of his mind as he went to work getting the the hawk ready with Jake, but he couldn't help it. He was sweating the whole time. He got his items together, his sidearm and his pile-bunker at the ready. Despite his clear aversion to the thing he got on his ride without any argument. He wasn't some kid in elementary school, he wouldn't hold up a military operation due to some old fear. But he was even more quiet than usual the whole ride. Only speaking when spoken too.
As they stopped and waited for the light to go off, his attention was drawn back to it. Distracted, at least for a while he wondered what the crater meant. Did this thing fall from fucking orbit? The earlier aliens joke played in his head again, and he couldn't hep but consider the possibility. As Jake laid down the plan of immediate action, Rig's mind was brought back to being rather nervous. He had only met with wild men once, and that wasn't fun. Maybe they could get information from them though. Living so close would give them better insight on this thing than staring at it from afar would.
As the other would go ahead, Rig would still stay quiet. He just wanted to get off this goddamn thing. Even if it was doing them well, and wasn't causing him any real problems.
All our characters are going to meet in the intersection of an 18 hallway point and be happy for 0.2 seconds, then be assaulted by a literal wave of guards from each side.
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Andre
300 - 0
Andre won 300 times straight in rock paper scissors. A mathematical improbability.
Of course he picked rock almost every time. Rock always won. Although it helped that he was in control of both players.
Sitting cross legged on the floor of his cell, he was mirrored by a shadowy copy of himself. The faceless thing starring back at him. It still had it's arm out in the classic "paper" position. Andre sighed and leaned back, propping himself on one arm. He tilted his head to the side, inspecting the purplish clone. "You're a good sport you know that?" He re-fixed his position, and placed a fist over an open palm. The puppet did the same. The two bounced their fists three times then simultaneously pushed them towards each-other. Andre went rock, and the puppet went paper.
"Woah!" Andre jumped to his feet. Acting excited or surprised. Oh my god it's got a mind of it's own!
It beat my legendary 300 streak! I am beside myself!" He starred at the thing, with his hands on his cheeks, still feigning shock. "Get it? Cause you're like another me. Who I literally make you stand beside me?... Never mind." He waved his hand and the puppet dissipated without alarm. The young man sighed and walked over to the bed, letting himself fall into it. He wondered what was on the docket for the rest of the day. So far it had been really slow, not that he would ever complain.
Getting 50 less needled stuck in his ass was a fine way to spend a day, as far as Andre was concerned. It was curious though. Things were quiet. Toooooo quiet. He sat up, relishing in the use of the cliche. Looking at the door for a moment, then around the room, he saw nothing different. But then the hissing started. At first it honestly scared Andre, he picked is feet back up the floor and curled up on the bed. After some time it drew him closer, curious about the source. Even if this was another trap laid by those punks in lab-coats.
After long enough, he heard another noise. This one a tad more conspicuous. The sound of many footsteps, rushing towards a nearby area. The young man panicked, his senses coming into sharper focus. This was real wasn't it? If not, then a test. If it meant he could make their day even a bit harder, he would do his best to fucking crush it. With a slight pang of pressure in his head, he brought back into existence his shadow puppet. This time outside the cell. Something that usually didn't work. They were really going far with this one.
Working the lock from the opposite side, Andre hesitated for a half second, then pushed the door open.
The footsteps were getting closer, he didn't have time to enjoy the moment. He closes the door behind him and let his doppelganger disappear. Nowhere to hide or to run, except bellow. It was always sort of eerie to live with a glass floor and any measure of a drop under you at all times. He crawled under the railing, and dropped a level lower. It wasn't that long a fall actually, enough that he could land silently, and not get too hurt. It's not like he got any regular exercise, so his thighs burned a bit, but honestly? It was a pretty great feeling at this point. As the guards ran by overhead, he began to sweat. They were coming down the stairs weren't they? Fuck this everything.
He bolted, making it around the bend of the hall before anyone could see him. At least he assumed. They would probably have yelled or straight up shot him otherwise...Holy shit he might get shot. Hah! Radical.
Running towards nowhere in particular, he found himself heading to hallway G.
300 - 0
Andre won 300 times straight in rock paper scissors. A mathematical improbability.
Of course he picked rock almost every time. Rock always won. Although it helped that he was in control of both players.
Sitting cross legged on the floor of his cell, he was mirrored by a shadowy copy of himself. The faceless thing starring back at him. It still had it's arm out in the classic "paper" position. Andre sighed and leaned back, propping himself on one arm. He tilted his head to the side, inspecting the purplish clone. "You're a good sport you know that?" He re-fixed his position, and placed a fist over an open palm. The puppet did the same. The two bounced their fists three times then simultaneously pushed them towards each-other. Andre went rock, and the puppet went paper.
"Woah!" Andre jumped to his feet. Acting excited or surprised. Oh my god it's got a mind of it's own!
It beat my legendary 300 streak! I am beside myself!" He starred at the thing, with his hands on his cheeks, still feigning shock. "Get it? Cause you're like another me. Who I literally make you stand beside me?... Never mind." He waved his hand and the puppet dissipated without alarm. The young man sighed and walked over to the bed, letting himself fall into it. He wondered what was on the docket for the rest of the day. So far it had been really slow, not that he would ever complain.
Getting 50 less needled stuck in his ass was a fine way to spend a day, as far as Andre was concerned. It was curious though. Things were quiet. Toooooo quiet. He sat up, relishing in the use of the cliche. Looking at the door for a moment, then around the room, he saw nothing different. But then the hissing started. At first it honestly scared Andre, he picked is feet back up the floor and curled up on the bed. After some time it drew him closer, curious about the source. Even if this was another trap laid by those punks in lab-coats.
After long enough, he heard another noise. This one a tad more conspicuous. The sound of many footsteps, rushing towards a nearby area. The young man panicked, his senses coming into sharper focus. This was real wasn't it? If not, then a test. If it meant he could make their day even a bit harder, he would do his best to fucking crush it. With a slight pang of pressure in his head, he brought back into existence his shadow puppet. This time outside the cell. Something that usually didn't work. They were really going far with this one.
Working the lock from the opposite side, Andre hesitated for a half second, then pushed the door open.
The footsteps were getting closer, he didn't have time to enjoy the moment. He closes the door behind him and let his doppelganger disappear. Nowhere to hide or to run, except bellow. It was always sort of eerie to live with a glass floor and any measure of a drop under you at all times. He crawled under the railing, and dropped a level lower. It wasn't that long a fall actually, enough that he could land silently, and not get too hurt. It's not like he got any regular exercise, so his thighs burned a bit, but honestly? It was a pretty great feeling at this point. As the guards ran by overhead, he began to sweat. They were coming down the stairs weren't they? Fuck this everything.
He bolted, making it around the bend of the hall before anyone could see him. At least he assumed. They would probably have yelled or straight up shot him otherwise...Holy shit he might get shot. Hah! Radical.
Running towards nowhere in particular, he found himself heading to hallway G.
@deadpixel101 The standardized cells were the general idea, but at this point it's fluid and you can go with anything as long as it's in within reason. It does make some sense.
That's a fair response.
If I do go with the plexiglass box, then all I would have to do is get the deadbolt open yes?
Easy enough for a character who can manifest body parts at a distance lmao.
I should probably assume so since others have already done this, but we are allowed to make up different matters of imprisonment? Then we can tailor the situation to our characters and their own strengths.
I guess I just sort of assumed at reading the first IC post that all the cells were to be the same.
I guess I just sort of assumed at reading the first IC post that all the cells were to be the same.
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As long as nobody bleeds. If someone bleeds, he might faint.
Well then I guess we shouldn't bleed then.
Which may sound stupid, but it's so crazy it just might work.
Joshua is the problem solver. He's our Hulk. Throw him at the stuff we can't beat lmao
"I can't get this door open."
"It's fine, I got shot like 20 times back there, I think I can blow the wall down."
"I can't get this door open."
"It's fine, I got shot like 20 times back there, I think I can blow the wall down."
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