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polymods ([personal profile] polymods) wrote in [community profile] polylogs2022-03-01 06:08 pm

where we're going--

POLYMYTHOS: EVENT HORIZON

EVENT HORIZON


Ⅰ. ARRIVAL
You can read all about your character's arrival in the game lore.
There has always been some confusion as to whether or not the ferry cuts through sea or sky, but this month as you glide along you will find yourself more and more convinced that it is the latter. It is nigh impossible to see where you are headed, the way forward shrouded in darkness.

At first you think the lights ahead are stars.

The ferry docks inside of a metallic bay of some kind. It’s an extension of what must be the island, although this one does not resemble any earthly land mass. It appears to be a deliberately constructed structure, contained on all sides. Maybe you’re familiar enough with technology or science fiction enough that you realise it resembles a space station more than an island.

Once you’ve disembarked from the ferry, you will find that you cannot go outside of the structure.

Inside, there are seemingly endless corridors for you to explore. The halls on the upper deck are rounded, metallic, with lights set at regular intervals. Here there are chambers roughly the length and width of a single bed, with sufficient height for a person to crawl in and sit up on the bed. There is a television screen set in the wall at the foot of the bed by the door, and sockets for electronics. That is all.


Also on this floor is a mess hall where you can get beige, mostly tasteless nutritional sludge dispensed from machines. Water and coffee are also available, likewise dispensed from machines. (There is a cookbook hidden on a shelf written by one Serak the Preparer, but no ingredients anywhere.) There are private showers and bathrooms, a small gym, and rooms clearly meant as places for people to sit and talk. There is a medical bay, although there is no staff. In fact, the whole place seems empty.

There are some rooms that are locked - these look like offices. The doors to these rooms are extremely difficult to break down, but if you have superhuman strength you could manage it. Or maybe you’re clever enough to work the electronic panels beside the doors.

Inside you will find round monitors on the walls and square tablet-like devices on desks. Attempt to work any of these and a soft, pleasant but emotionless voice will inform you that you do not have access. You can try to speak to the AI - called MUTHER - but it is supremely uncooperative. Someone very good with technology could use the tablet the old fashioned way, perhaps, to access files. You might want to be careful, though - MUTHER might decide to retaliate. Harshly.

There doesn’t seem to be a temple anywhere readily apparent.

Notes:
1. The High Temple and anything characters may have stored there is only accessible to those who are experiencing their first island outside of the TDM via a marked door. Everyone else must make do with what is available.

2. Please remember to mark threads appropriately with Content Warnings when necessary.

3. The televisions play mostly game shows. You can also find a set of controllers for it and play Pong. Just Pong.

4. MUTHER will not deliberately kill any people on the station - her programming forbids it. She is not above releasing hallucinogenic gas into the air vents, though.

5. Have fun!



Ⅱ. CONSCIENCE
CW: psychological trauma, threat of death.
It’s easy to get lost; nearly identical corridors branch off from one another. As you walk along you gradually become convinced that someone is following you. Periodically you’ll hear footsteps, a sigh, a rustle of cloth. But every time you turn around you see nothing… unless it’s one of your fellow Travelers. Or maybe you run into them because you’re so busy looking over your shoulder.

Regardless, as you walk along the lights in the corridor flicker, and when they turn back on you will find someone you know standing directly in your path. Someone who you know absolutely cannot be there.

Maybe they died. Maybe you haven’t spoken in years. Whoever they are, the feeling they inspire within you is one of intense guilt. You did something to this person, something for which you think you can never be forgiven.

The apparition might speak, or it might just watch you with silently accusing eyes. You begin to wither under its gaze, feeling weaker and weaker until you can barely stand. You just want to lay on the floor and close your eyes… maybe forever.

Your fate rests in the hands of whoever is with you or finds you. All they have to do is introduce a smidgen of doubt into your mind, a recognition that maybe it isn’t all your fault. Of course, that means you might have to tell them what you did.

Oh, dear.

Notes:
1. The severity of the offense is of course up to the player - this can be deadly serious, or played for laughs. No matter how it is played the only way to save a character from sleeping on the floor until they die from dehydration is to convince them of even the possibility that they might not be guilty. They do not have to feel completely absolved.



Ⅲ. STOWAWAY
CW: monstrous creatures.
The lower decks of the station are darker, more utilitarian looking. These are corridors that lead to rooms full of computers and machinery that keep the station running so it’s probably best to keep out of there.

There are also storage bays filled with both prosaic wooden crates and large metallic pods. Most of these are locked up tight. But not all. Investigate some of the pods and you’ll find that the floor around them is wet with some sort of milky, slimy substance that sure seems like it came from a living organism.

Maybe you should get out of here.

Before you can get good and gone to the upper decks, however, you find exactly what you probably didn’t want to unless you have a very exciting Tinder profile: an alien.

At least eight feet tall, with pale almost translucent skin, the creature has an elongated skull and a mouth that hosts two sets of jaws like a moray eel. It has a whiplike tail and spiky protrusions along its upper back. It is bipedal, and very, VERY fast.

Better hope you’ve got something to fight with! Your chances of survival are definitely greater if you work with a partner.

And you better hope there’s just the one.

Notes:
1. The aliens are extremely dangerous, but they CAN be killed. Their blood is thick and yellow but is not acidic or poison.



Ⅳ. TEMPLE
CW: potential insanity, violence.
If you wander the dark lower decks long enough, you will find yourself moving ever inward toward the very center of the station. There is a door there that is supposed to be locked, but often isn’t. It’s waiting for you, beyond that door and down a dark corridor: the station’s heart.

The room the solitary corridor opens into is round, walls sloping gently up to a domed ceiling. In the middle of the room is a machine of some kind: a series of concentric thick metal rings rotate in different directions around a sphere. The only noise it makes is the gentle swooshing of the circles as they spin out, up, around.


The air feels heavy and charged. It’s not pleasant.

Before you can leave, all of the rings line up so that they appear to radiate out from the sphere in the center. Light flares, and then in the space where the sphere once was you can see it:

Home.

It’s your homeworld, perhaps exactly as you left it, or perhaps earlier or later along in the timeline. It may be pleasant, or it may be awful, but it is undeniably the place from which you came. The place where you belong.

Stare into this portal home long enough and the compulsion to return will slip over you. You just need to jump into the glowing, trembling center of that dimensional gate.

Whoever is with you, however, realises that leaping headfirst into an unknown dimension might not be the smartest idea you’ve ever had, especially considering how ominous the whole place feels. They might be able to talk you down. Hopefully they can talk you down, because the longer you stare at the portal the more convinced you become that you MUST leap into it, and the only way to do so is to kill whoever is trying to get in your way.

If instead you turn away from the dimensional gate, the lights will flare once more before the rings resume their movement. That brief glimpse of home is gone. In its place is the sound of soft voices; people you have left behind, calling out to you with accusations of things left undone, begging to be told why you won’t come home...

These voices will follow you throughout the ship. They are not constant, but they never leave you alone for very long. They won’t be silent until you give them an answer to the question of why you have chosen to remain.

Notes:
1. If characters DO jump into the gate… They can pass through and emerge on the opposite side gravely injured or completely out of their minds. Or you may use this as a very dramatic exit from the game.

Is anybody out there listening?


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unkindled_madness: (thinking)

[personal profile] unkindled_madness 2022-03-02 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
What kind/level of equipment is available in the med bay? Star Trek scans or barely stocked first aid equipment? Could characters theoretically run blood tests and the like?
forgeabettertomorrow: (Don't fail me now beautiful wings)

Darin Altway | Original Character | OPEN TO ALL

[personal profile] forgeabettertomorrow 2022-03-02 09:36 am (UTC)(link)
-ARRIVAL-
[It was kind of a shame. After spending a month in that last city, Darin was beginning to get used to staying in one place for, at least, a little while. But just a few short weeks was all it took before he was, literally, ferried to a new location.]

[All it took was a few minutes wandering around this almost too-sterile environment to put a pretty dour taste in Darin's mouth.]

[When he's not exploring to keep from going absolutely mad, he's hanging around the mess hall making sculptures out of the nutrient sludge they're being forced to eat. Approach him at the wrong time and you might be gunning for a food fight.]

[You might also find him in one of the offices that he'd used his strength to force open. It's possible to have caught him in the act, but if not, you'll hear him arguing with MUTHER as she proves to be very unhelpful. He's got his face pressed angrily against a screen, thinking it's a window and not...you know, a monitor.]


What the hell is your damn problem?! How many times do I have to ask for access?! How do I get it?! Don't make me come in there because I'm about to crawl through this tiny ass window!

-CONSCIENCE-
[Since he's not getting anywhere in the administrative offices, Darin decides he'd be better off exploring. Given the size of the station though, he's more than aware of how easily he or anyone really can get lost. After raiding the med bay for some supplies, he's drawing a map as he explores. Occasionally, he stops to mark the wall to keep track of his progress and it's at one of these points he stops and starts looking around.]

...Hello? Oi...! Who's following me? Don't screw around, come out!

[Silence.]

...Oooookay. You know what? I can take a hint. That's enough exploring for today.

[He packs up and starts to move back the way he came...but he's far more interested in looking over his shoulder. Which is why he'll run full steam into someone as they round the corner.]

GAAAAH!! WHAT THE HELL?! WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?!?!

-STOWAWAY-
[He'd managed to find his way to the lower decks in his explorations. Anyone who's tagged along with him will note that he's incredibly methodical. He catalogs everything he finds and makes detailed sketches and maps. Sometimes it takes him hours to go through a couple of corridors, but in doing so he's learning about the station. If you've shown to be technologically inclined, Darin will be asking tons of questions; computers and other tech like this is thousands of years ahead of what he knows...in any under circumstance this would be fascinating to him.]

[It's when he comes across one of those cracked open pods that his demeanor changes for the worse. He pulls a hand out dripping with the milky white slime, a look of disgust crossing his features.]


...I think it's time we mosey. I've been in a enough monster nests to know what comes next and I would really feel better with a weapon of some kind...

We need to move.

[His next words are interrupted by the sound of claws scrabbling against metal, drawing his attention to the ceiling.]

Now! Go! Go! Go!

-TEMPLE-
[This room definitely seemed important. After all of the exploring, all of the terrifying encounters, Darin felt like he was finally getting somewhere.]

[He moves around the outer perimeter of the room, watching the large metal rings move almost hypnotically.]


It's...gotta be a power source or something...right? I mean, what other function could it serve...?

[He stops back at the entrance, looking at the sphere in the center.]

I'm...not a fan of the kind of pressure I'm feeling in here. Whatever this energy is...you think it's dangerous?

[As more and more doubt creeps into his voice, the rings start to slow down bit by bit. Finally, they come to a stop, aligned, and the gate opens. Darin shields his eyes from the burst of light and when they adjust again, his eyes go wide.]

[Replacing the sphere in the center of the device is a gate...a portal of some kind. Through it, a large kingdom can be seen; bustling with people, skies a beautiful blue. Unsure of what he's looking at, Darin can only utter a single word:]


Alvale...?

[He walks the perimeter again, moving to the other side of the portal...and what he sees makes all of the color wash from his face. Follow him and you'll see the same kingdom from the other side of the gate. But this version of the kingdom is in ruins. It's burned to the ground and the streets and skies are filled with demonic beings and monsters. Everything is destroyed.]

[Darin grits his teeth and clenches his fists so tightly that his nails dig into his skin, drawing blood.]


What...what is this? Is this a gate? A portal?? What the hell is going on?!

-WILDCARD-
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unkindled_madness: (on the edge)

Sephiroth

[personal profile] unkindled_madness 2022-03-03 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
I. This is Fine [OTA]

[Sephiroth's first impression of this "island" is actually a positive one. It's quiet and utilitarian, and while Shinra's space program hasn't progressed far enough to get any people in space, he can recognize the likely purpose of this structure. The notion of space travel has its fascination.

Then he finds the sleeping quarters, and a shadow seems to settle over everything. These rooms are even smaller than his cell in the lab. He can't sleep here.

The offices locked by electronic panels remind him of the ones occupied by the scientists and security guards who monitored him. The medical bay is the stuff of nightmares. Even the metallic walls are, of course, like anywhere in the Shinra building. He can't escape it.

In the early days here, you may encounter Sephiroth pacing the halls with a growing tension. He carries his sword at all times, the long blade angled upwards behind his back. He does not appear to be sleeping, though you might occasionally catch him in the mess hall-- more likely for the coffee than the nutritional sludge.]



II. Aliens vs Alien [Closed to Loki]

[This is the first time they've come to a place devoid of any inhabitants. Maybe that should be concerning, but for Sephiroth the puzzle of what might have happened to them is a welcome one for his mind to latch onto. While the computer is uncooperative, there are no obvious clues on the upper decks. No bodies, no damage, no shortage of air or sustenance.

His quest for explanation carries him down into the lower decks. The machinery is unfamiliar but he studies it for any similarities to the reactors and machines he knows. It all seems perfectly functional.

Did he hear movement somewhere?

He turns, gripping the Masamune. After a beat of silence, he continues cautiously down the corridor, until he catches sight of a familiar figure and relaxes, slightly. Of course he wasn't the only one who thought to come down here.]



((Seph is scheduled for a breakdown this month so I may be tacking on additional prompts later as that progresses. You can hit me up at [plurk.com profile] yinza if you want to get in on the plotting!))
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Malcolm Bright | Prodigal Son

[personal profile] prodigalmess 2022-03-04 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
I. ARRIVAL
Thanks, he hates it.

After the colorful and lively (though sometimes deadly) streets of the Victorian isle that they just left, this place feels sterile and bland. It also feels just a tad like a nightmare. All of the hallways look the same, and Malcolm can't shake the feeling that something awful happened here. He feels like something is going to jump out at him at any second. It gives him the creeps.

Malcolm frows at his tiny cell chamber. There's barely enough room in it for he and Sunshine. The bird chirps loudly in her cage, the sound echoing off of the metallic walls.

She sounds agitated. "Yeah," he says. "Me too."

Maybe the sound of the bird draws your attention, or maybe you're looking for a cubby hole to call your own as well.


II. TEMPLE
The brief look at home was nice, and even though Malcolm did feel a pull to jump through the sphere, a bigger part of his common sense knew that it wouldn't actually lead him home. That would be too easy.

Since then, Malcolm's been hearing a disembodied whisper. It doesn't happen all the time, but when he hears it, he realizes that it's actually multiple voices. His mother and his sister's voices don't bother him as much, but when he hears his father's voice, it's absolutely chilling for him. Malcolm keeps worrying that his father might actually be on the ship, and if that's the case, it won't just be a nightmare for him. It'll be a nightmare for everyone.

At one point, he gets fed up with the constant whispering. This particular time it's his sister's voice, asking right in his ear why he wouldn't come home and help her with the problem that was left before he disappeared and came to the isles.

Fed up, Malcolm shouts into the air. "Because I'm tired of always trying to fix everyone's problems, okay?"

The whispering stops and there's silence. Malcolm looks up to find someone in the hallway ahead of him.

"Sorry." He's sure he looks insane yelling at no one.


III. WILDCARD
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[personal profile] patchricide 2022-03-04 09:00 am (UTC)(link)
I. Arrival

Considering how recently it had been since Allura arrived at the isles, she hadn't yet developed a sense of what to expect. The best she could guess was that the islands would be like the adventures she had left behind, at least to some degree, with each place being as strange and varied as the alien worlds found scattered across the universe.

Naturally, she instead found herself arriving at the last thing she expected: a place very much like the spaceship she piloted to those distant worlds, the closest thing to a home she had left.

It's all too familiar in ways that are more unsettling than nostalgic. Perhaps it would have been more reassuring if this were designed after a proper Altean ship, with grander spaces and a healthy green color to the food goo — but there's nothing distinctive to any world she's familiar with, friend or foe. And in cases like these, she would almost prefer a well-known enemy over a stranger. Or, even worse, the apparent absence of anyone at all.

"Hello?" You might hear her lilting voice echoing down a hallway as she peers down a corridor, looking ahead to see what might be ahead. It doesn't seem to be out of caution, though, since despite the risk of drawing attention from something unfriendly, she continues to call out: "Is someone down there?"

But she can't help but be curious, given so much space to explore, not much else to do, and no one to stop her. In fact, some of her behavior is downright reckless considering this isn't her ship and she doesn't know what anything does. Buttons are getting pushed, storage hatches are being opened, equipment is getting picked up and turned over and around in her hands.

And then, of course, she comes up to the locked doors. After looking for some way to open it, and coming up empty-handed...

"... it doesn't seem as if forcing the door open would damage much." And so, despite her slender stature, she works her fingers into the crack between the door and its frame, and starts to pry — and, perhaps surprisingly, there's a creaking sound as the metal door starts to give way under the pressure.


II. Conscience

"That isn't right either, is it?"

Allura frowns down at a pad taken from the medical bay. She's drawn a series of lines on it, forming a rough map of explored corridors — actually, no, 'rough' is an understatement. She's had to cross some lines out and redraw others in a sloppy attempt to correct some unknown mistake and get back on track. Considering how lost she is, it doesn't seem as if it worked.

"Quiznak," she mutters under her breath. "We might need some better reference points if there's any hope of mapping this out. Maybe if we made some..." And for a moment, she looks towards the nearest wall with contemplative interest, as if weighing the pros and cons of punching some well-placed holes in it.

But something ahead catches her eye, and her gaze slips over towards the man at the end of it. There's an obvious family resemblance between him and Allura, from the white hair to the pointed ears to the V-shaped markings on their cheeks. But he's a far more imposing figure, with a broad frame clad in white armor, and an aged face that looks worn from countless years of battle.

"... father?" Her reaction might seem surprisingly subdued, as if she's not shocked by his appearance, but confused enough to be wary.


III. Stowaway

The pods and ooze hadn't seemed to bother Allura as much as they should, other than making her nose wrinkle in quiet disgust. Some aliens are just like that, aren't they? She's met more than her fair share of decent people who couldn't help leaving trails of slime wherever they would go.

Of course, she had also met her fair share of slimy monsters, too. But given how empty this place was, she couldn't help but wonder whether it was friend or foe. And so, after just a little bit of sneaking and tracking, she found herself standing face-to-face with the creature.

It probably meant her harm. She didn't even need empathic abilities to figure that much out. But, just to be sure...

"Ah, yes... erm... hello, there!" She smiles awkwardly. "Are you the one who lives here? Because I've been curious about——"

And at around that point, it swung that tail at Allura, who sprang out of the way like a startled cat.

It's a testament to her own agility and stealth that she was able to escape from it, at least enough that she could hear it walking around looking for where she ran off to. Unfortunately, in getting turned around, she's found herself even deeper in the storage bay.

Her eyes dart around, trying to figure out an escape plan. So far, it doesn't seem she's come up with anything.


IV. Temple

You know, it probably says something about Allura that — despite the fact that she fell for a very similar trick once before — she still looks at this vision of Altea with a despairing longing in her eyes. The green fields, filled with vibrant pink flowers...

For a moment, she holds her hand up, as if she were considering reaching through and picking one for herself.

"... it's not real." It doesn't sound like she believes that, actually. More like she's trying to break her own belief in it, a small metric of her progress. "It can't be. Altea is gone..."

She draws in deeper breaths, thinking back to what Coran had said to snap her out of it the last time — of how her illusory flowers had no scent.


Wildcard

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forgeabettertomorrow: (Don't fail me now beautiful wings)

Stowaway

[personal profile] forgeabettertomorrow 2022-03-04 09:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Despite what he might have claimed to want, Darin still kept an eye open for trouble among the other Travelers. He couldn't help his nature, after all. And besides, maybe keeping tabs on one or two of them would yield some answers. It's not how he normally preferred to do things, but given his lack of resources at the moment and the fact that they seemed to be in freakin' space, his options were limited.]

[One of those people just happened to be the good Princess. For as much crap as she gave him, he figured that sooner or later she'd get herself wrapped up in some trouble. So when he caught her heading for the lower decks, he figured maybe he should tag along. After all, he still had some mapping out to do and his conscience would never let him rest if he denied her help and she went and got herself killed.]

[When Allura encounters the creature, he doesn't spring to her aid. If anything, he wanted to see how she'd tackle this situation.]

[... ... ...]

[Of course she'd try and talk to it. No wonder it attacked her, it was probably as annoyed as he was.]

[Nevertheless, he's not stepping in right away. He's a little surprised her reflexes allowed her to dodge something like that. Maybe she was a bit more capable than he realized.]
patchricide: (226)

[personal profile] patchricide 2022-03-04 10:28 am (UTC)(link)
[For the moment, she's pressed her back up against one of the crates, thinking about her situation. How to handle this?]

[She's in the heart of the monster's territory, maybe even inside of a nest. It might not be possible to move around in here without drawing attention to herself. Certainly not through the main points of entry to this area. And finding a concealed passage would come with its own risks — if she were to get cornered by the creature in such a small space, there would be no escaping.]

[So, she turns her attention to the rest of the room. Is there something in here she can use? She starts to move — slowly and carefully, keeping her wits about her. Even the smallest mistake could call the creature's attention over.]

[She makes it safely to another crate, and starts to open it to take a peek at the contents. And, of course, the box makes a loud creeeeeeak as it opens, prompting Allura to slip to the crate's side for cover.]

[The worst part? Is that the creature doesn't come running out into the open. Instead, the only response is the sound of it moving around nearby, somewhere just out of sight.]
forgeabettertomorrow: (Face tomorrow)

[personal profile] forgeabettertomorrow 2022-03-04 10:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Darin bites back a sigh. This wasn't looking good. She needed to get out of there. By the looks of those pods, there were at least a dozen...maybe more of those things. And those are just the ones he'd found. There might be an entire hangar of those pods deeper in.]

[The ferryman really brought them to a real hellhole, didn't he.]

[Dammit...get out of there. I don't want to have to get involved because you couldn't get your act together...!]

[He considers the situation for a moment then reaches into his pocket. He's collected some bits and bobs in the offices upstairs. He had no idea what they were; they were scrap. But scrap always has its uses. From his vantage point in the darkened corridor, he slides his thumb under the edge of the scrap, aims, and flicks it uses a fraction of his strength, sending the piece of metal firing off to the other end of the room, opposite of Allura. Hopefully the sharp bang it makes will draw the creature's attention.]
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Hawks | BNHA | OTA

[personal profile] nanban 2022-03-04 11:25 am (UTC)(link)
I; ARRIVAL

Hawks realises immediately that he is not cut out for whatever the hell this place is. How is this even an island?! Okay, well, the how doesn't matter. What matters is that he's a dude with wings suddenly stuck in a confined space. He's not claustrophobic at all (lucky), but he's…not a fan of being confined like this. He can't exactly fly around or stretch his wings here. He avoids the tiny bedrooms where he can't even open his wings halfway. You might find him catching a nap sitting up in the mess hall. He's a light sleeper, though.

He's very tech savvy, so he does manage to get into the offices. He tries them systematically, even though they're pretty much the same. He gets in and…the tablets inside give him a whole lot of nothing. Catch him coming out of one of these (clearly not the first one he's gotten into), grumbling:

"Y'know, when I said I wanted a higher tech place, this is definitely not what I had in mind."

He sticks to coffee in lieu of whatever that nutrition goo is. Another conversation starter he comes up with is:

"Do you get the feeling that something bad happened here? Where is everyone? This feels like the kind of sci-fi movie we all die in."

Hawks is a pretty laid back guy so he sounds casual saying this, but he's not exactly joking.


II. STOWAWAY

Hawks knows better than to go looking like this. He absolutely knows better! But he feels too confined in this whole place, so he goes snooping around anyway. He shoves away that feeling he's had since showing up here that this is a bad damn idea.

But here he is, down in the lower decks. There are some kind of weird pods here. Of course there are. Look, he watches movies. This is definitely trouble. Is…is that one leaking? Yeah, all right, it is time to go.

He's not the kind of person who is about to stuck around and investigate once he gets one boot near any of that sticky goo on the floor. He's already leaving. He can take a hint! But it's too late by then.

Hawks is very fast, luckily for him, but his speed relies on being able to fly, and he's limited here because of the lack of space. Still, down here there's enough room for him to at least not have to rely only on running. Even then, he's still pretty fast. It's not as if his wings are missing, so he has some help. And he has one feather brandished as a sword pretty much immediately.

He's also got killer eyesight, so he doesn't need to be up close and personal with this big nasty alien. It's enough to have seen it from a distance. The trouble here is that he does not want this thing getting loose above decks where it will threaten people other than him, people who are probably not as fast…people like whoever else is unfortunate to be running around down here.

"Hey! If you can't fight, you are definitely gonna need to run. Immediately," he says to whoever shows up for this close encounter of the unwanted kind.


III; TEMPLE

OPTION A:
Despite that alien problem, Hawks still ends up exploring the rest of what he can react on this space station. He can't think of it as an island, really, because that seems like an absurd idea. Anyway, he wants to know what else there is to find here. He's not sure they're here for a reason; he's not sure they're in any of these places for a reason.

Finally, he finds that centre area. There's something sinister and unsettling, he thinks at first. The air here makes his feathers fluff up and stand on end. It's not a good feeling. But there in the middle, where the big spherical thing is, something…changes.

He feels like the floor drops out from under him and he doesn't have wings to catch him.

Home. Japan. The war. The other heroes. It's been months, and while he's not always thrilled about the expectations placed upon him, he has a job to do there, and a crucial one. He gets this crazy idea, looking at this sphere, that he could just…go home. All he has to do is go through it, like a portal. It seems so easy.

Luckily, he's not alone, and whoever he's with can talk him out of that crazy ass idea. Right?

[ ooc note: Hawks will absolutely not commit a murder here in order to go home, fyi. ]

OPTION B:

[ Toss me a starter here and have Hawks talk your character off this ledge instead! ]



IV; WILDCARD

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Edited 2022-03-04 11:27 (UTC)
dothelokimotion: (Wonderwall is the only ’90s song)

( ii )

[personal profile] dothelokimotion 2022-03-04 12:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ there are no ghosts here.

that's what he told himself when he saw the visage of queen frigga, her arms outstretched towards her, am I not your mother? and loki could not breathe, could not speak. he fled, cowardly to the end. he clutches his chest, trying to regulate his breathing. normally, this wouldn't be an issue. but his throat started to ache under the weight of frigga's mournful gaze and it's as if everything else came crashing down. he shouldn't be here. he shouldn't even be alive. he was supposed to be — supposed to be —

he hears a skitter. too soft for footsteps. his survival instincts kick in, a dagger coolly sliding into his palm. something approaches. he's too weak for a real fight, but that doesn't mean loki is weak. ]
unkindled_madness: (wary)

[personal profile] unkindled_madness 2022-03-04 02:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Loki is a welcome sight, but Sephiroth's gaze slips down to that dagger. He hasn't seen him on edge like this since early in their acquaintance, when Loki thought himself hunted by Thanos. What does he think is hunting him now?]

Loki.

[It's said more to announce himself to his ally than anything else. He glances behind him, listening for a moment; these islands may be full of illusions, but that doesn't mean there can't also be physical dangers at times. The noise he heard before may not have been Loki.]

Is there someone else down here?
unkindled_madness: (ping)

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[personal profile] unkindled_madness 2022-03-04 03:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Sephiroth was looking at the sleeping quarters, and very immediately deciding he wanted nothing to do with them. They are like cells, and bring up all manner of unwanted associations-- so the unexpected sound of a bird in this place is a welcome distraction in the moment. His brow furrows, and he walks towards the noise until he can see into the tiny room. If it can even be called a room.

That sure is a bird.

"...you didn't find that here, did you?"
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[personal profile] unkindled_madness 2022-03-04 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, this is an entirely different pale-haired woman from the one he met on the previous island. He doesn't know if the pointed ears mean anything; certainly if he's insisting his own appearance doesn't mark him as inhuman, then hers doesn't either, necessarily. It's hard to say in this place. Could human strength pry open that door? Forcing them isn't something he's thought to try, yet. It was always a futile effort when he was young.

The polite thing to do would be to offer assistance, or at least to leave her to her business and move on, but with this place already wearing on him, Sephiroth doesn't give a damn about manners. He's content to stand back and watch. Which may be somewhat creepy given the faint glow in his eyes and the giant sword he's carrying. He doesn't mean it to be, but clearly he's not trying to be friendly either.
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[personal profile] patchricide 2022-03-04 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well, it also gets Allura's attention as well. In the silence, the bang rings out like a gunshot, and it startles her so much that she nearly springs out of her hiding spot.]

[But it does create the opening that Darin had hoped for. Whether planned or by chance, Darin had flicked it towards one of the most open spots in the room, one that didn't have many ways for an 8-foot creature to sneak around towards it. Instead, the creature jumps down from an unknown vantage point (had it been above her the whole time?), hitting the ground with a heavy thud which causes the whole room to shake around them. Once the reverberations stop, it moves forwards with heavy, deliberate steps.]

[But where had it jumped from? She looks back up and behind the creature, seeing several stacked crates acting as a makeshift staircase up to the ceiling. It's not tall enough for her, since she's not eight feet tall... and while she could fix that, she has a better idea. If she knocked the top one off, it might drop down and stun the creature temporarily — long enough to run right past it.]

[Looking around for some leverage, her eye catches a long metal... pipe? Rod? It doesn't matter. It's thin but sturdy, ideal not just for the task at hand but to use as a makeshift weapon after. And so, she hops onto a lower level crate and wedges the end of the rod under the top one.]

[Under her breath, she mutters..]
... come on, come on...!!
forgeabettertomorrow: (You're my hope you're my everything)

[personal profile] forgeabettertomorrow 2022-03-04 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh what the hell is she doing now?! She was supposed to run, not engage! That thing is going to figure out pretty quick that there's nothing there and Darin can't even lure it away lest Allura's plan be wasted!]

[What should he do? If he stepped in now, not only did he risk revealing any of his abilities, he was sure she'd complain about something. But if he didn't act and her plan didn't work...if she got hurt and all he did was stand by and watch...?]

[As he agonizes over his choice, he doesn't notice the sound of dozens of clawed feet moving through the vents and over the pipes above them. Nor does he notice the color on his band gradually smoldering towards an orange color.]

[If only he had a stronger sense of hearing.]
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[personal profile] patchricide 2022-03-04 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not appreciated, certainly, since he's being incredibly unhelpful right now. But in this case, she doesn't need the help.

Putting the question of her humanity to rest, she gets a better hold of the door and braces her arm against it properly, and forces it to move against its own mechanisms. The sound of creaking grows into the groan of metal against metal, and there's a few crackles of an electric system arcing.

About midway, it appears to get stuck, but another heave forces it past that point and the whole thing slides free — and, in case there was any doubt that she had broken something important, the door comes loose in her hands, falling out of the frame entirely.

For a long moment, she looks stunned and mildly ashamed of that. But she tries to play it off: "Well... it didn't damage much aside from the door itself?"
unkindled_madness: (skeptical)

[personal profile] unkindled_madness 2022-03-04 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, completely pulling the door loose is impressive, but doesn't conclusively answer the question for him. After all, he comes from a place where strength can be enhanced and, as David pointed out, they do come from different universes. He is leaning towards 'not human,' though.

"...if you're speaking to me, I hardly care what doors you destroy, as long as they don't lead outside."
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[personal profile] patchricide 2022-03-04 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[Where would she have run to, exactly? Any routes of escape would have taken her right past the creature, which was occupying far too much of the middle of the room. She can't sneak around that well. Give her some credit!]

[With those ears of hers, she does take notice of the sounds overhead — but by the time she does, the crate's already past the tipping point. When she thought she was only dealing with one, the plan had seemed fine. But hearing more of those creatures coming...]

[It occurs to her too late that this is going to be very loud.]

[And so, it all happens at once in an explosive cacophony: The crate falls and hits the creature square on top. Something starts to emerge from the vent with an incensed screech. Allura decides that the easiest way to get over it is to go right over the top of the stack of crates, which causes the stack to start toppling...]
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[personal profile] forgeabettertomorrow 2022-03-04 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[Darin, sadly, still was unaware that there was soon to be a whole horde of these creatures. He was completely focused on the sounds of the crate crashing down and Allura making her escape. The rest of the crates would soon follow, but that monster was recovering too quickly. It was bound to knock Allura out of the air, or worse. Fishing around in his pocket for another piece of scrap metal, he quickly lines up a shot and flicks what turns out to be a screw like a bullet, catching the creature right behind the knee causing it to buckle and topple.]

[Hopefully Allura could make it from here. Once she was gone, he'd finish off the beast himself to prevent it from getting to the upper decks...]

[Not that he's aware of how many more are about to join the fray.]
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[personal profile] dothelokimotion 2022-03-04 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes. Close by.

[ he struggles onto his feet, breathing heavily. ]

I can hear it.
unkindled_madness: (wary)

[personal profile] unkindled_madness 2022-03-05 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Sephiroth frowns at the effort Loki is showing and changes his grip on the Masamune, moving the blade into a low, ready stance.]

Did it attack you?
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[personal profile] dothelokimotion 2022-03-05 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
Not yet.

[ he hears it again. a strange clicking sound that seems to come from the back of a throat. he tenses. ]
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[personal profile] patchricide 2022-03-05 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
"I suspect you might start to care if it damaged any of the systems keeping this place running." A pause, and she admits, "Though it is difficult to know how many of those are running already."

She tosses the door aside, and turns her attention to the room that she just unlocked in a manner of speaking. "What about this, then? Are you curious about it as well?"

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