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spellgrinders2017-11-19 07:14 pm
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( TDM | #6 )
ou blink and that's all it takes. At first, the picture doesn't come in clear, like you're waiting for a screen to fully load -- more aptly, it's like you're waiting for a camera to focus so you can find image clarity. Before you happened to rapidly close your eyes and open them, your life was normal...well, normal for you, anyway. Fighting an alien, making a quesadilla, dying. And then that blurry picture suddenly takes over. There's a lot to take in here -- you feel weird, your surroundings are weird. Everything is just weird. For starters, there's that new piece of jewelery inserted in the space above your chest. That certainly wasn't there before you opened your eyes.
B ▢ The recent surge of rain has caused a few marshy areas, be it in the forest or a hilly landscape. Some swampy ground is more aggravating than treacherous, but the opposite is also true. Your character is strolling along, trying to find their way and all of a sudden SCHLUMP! Their leg is sunk into the ground up to their nether regions. Struggle, and the rest of them might fall in too...! C ▢ While your character is trying to figure out where the fuck they are, they may come across something scuttling about through the forest. Don't panic -- it's simply a scanner pod doing its due diligence and scouting for resources...oh! And it just happened upon something interesting: your character! This scanner robot is curious to investigate and record your data. Is your character going to trust them to do their job, or will they be suspicious of this looming machine? |
Here's the part where they finally locate something of use: the base camp. The murky, weathered location is a little distressed, and resource gathering is making coven members sparse. However, that doesn't mean helpful answers aren't only a step away.
E ▢ Speaking of Qri's caravan, the floating "vehicle" currently has its trap door, hammerspace portal open. It's quite large and inviting, honestly. Want to get closer to Qri? Or maybe just take shelter from the few sprinkles that are still falling from the sky? Crawl on in! Just be warned: the door will close right behind your character, and that thing gets claustrophobic after a while. F ▢ Finally, since Brie is aware that a new world is approaching, she's gotten a little more weapon-obsessed. There are an assortment of weapons just laying all over the place, from swords to spears, from slingshots to...god, what even is that thing your character has never seen before. Whether they're curious about something and like to touch things that don't belong to them or Brie is trying to outfit them with a weapon that works for them, your character is now weaponized. What do??? G ▢ Wildcard prompt. Go nuts and utilize your own creativity within the setting. This can mean striking out on your own or utilizing a certain location in a different way. The world is your oyster! |
mikazuki augus . ibo
( yer a wizard )
[ what mika discovered through a series of unfortunate set of adventures since this morning has mainly been due to his newfound powers. it may come in handy later, but right now? a plain old space manipulation or being able to summon fire would be infinitesimally more helpful than now. ]
...
[ there is a slightest bit of a frown creasing the space between his forehead, but it's unclear if it's because Mika is thinking, or if he's frustrated, or ... or whatever else goes through mika's head on a normal basis. so he'd been a little hungry while he was getting fitted up with a weapon, okay? it wasn't that big a deal, seriously. he got hungry often.
that didn't mean that he wanted to turn the perfectly good laser gun (or whatever it was, looked impressive) in his hand to ... well, a pile of space dates.
finally, with a little sigh, mika leans down to grab a handful of them from the ground, shaking the dirt off them before he pops one in his mouth and chews thoughtfully. it's no use letting these go to waste. if you're nearby, he's just going to casually offer some to you like this happens every day. ]
...You want some?
( wild wild westcard )
[ hit me up with whatever you got! if you wanna chat about stuff, I'm available through PM's! :D ]
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[ and he's still. eating them??? ]
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Wasting food isn't right.
[ Mika proceeds to eat another, the side of his cheek bulging with it. ]
If you don't want any, that's fine.
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[ jude blinks slowly, tilting his head. ]
It's not that I disagree, but still, are you sure you should be eating that?
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The way Mika thinks through things is somehow too simple to be believable to anyone else but orga. It's not that he doesn't think, regardless of how it may seem. It's just that he makes connections between things in a much more simplified way than the others to arrive at conclusions.
so he's just going to chew silently, apparently thinking. ]
It tastes the same, so it must be alright.
is gali hagrid or snape
It isn't that he's oblivious to the others rifling through or being outfitted. But call it others moving about, one having blocked view of the (much) shorter guy. Call it tunnel vision for the opportunity to hold a more familiar weapon, to keep it close at hand. Though he can no longer point it with the same confidence at the only man on whom it should be, must be trained.
A ridiculous oversight, but only the voice draws his attention, and Gaelio jerks with tension. Almost two months had passed, but when last on or near Earth, it had been a scant few hours since Mikazuki would have killed him on that man's instruction.
Even his discussion with Julieta and considering the odds hadn't prepared him for the actuality. Much longer since last this close. Fingers around his neck.
It leaves Gaelio staring, more than a bit stupidly, hand tight on the grip of a gun not raised or aimed, because with all that, was Mikazuki seriously offering him shriveled fruit coated in dirt? Which, sure, he doesn't waste food and especially here has become less particular about the cleanliness of it, but... Mikazuki Augus. ]
...No.
[ Seriously.
Good talk, bye.]barty jr
He's only ever really seen the other face to face less than a handful of times, but there's no way that he'd forget the voice, however curt gaelio's response was this time. Mika lowers the hand offered, but keeps his gaze fixed on the other's face — there's no hostility just yet, but there is surprise, maybe, curiosity of some sort.
It doesn't escape his attention that gaelio is currently armed in counterpoint to his ... well, the state that he is in thanks to his newfound powers. But even with his arm in a rough sling, Mika is quick and fast, if anything happens. ]
It's you.
[ a pause, and Mika blinks once, carefully tilting his head to one side. ]
Gali-Gali?
that's cold, man
The lack of reaction throws Gaelio further. Not a total lack, but what Mikazuki does show contrasts with what Gaelio last remembers. Even years before, Gaelio's impression of the boy keeps colored with that first aggression. However muted he'd become once reprimanded, Gaelio retained less of that. More of conflict, and every altercation that followed.
Not that there had been much more inflection, emotion, from Mikazuki during any of it.
In any case. Can I kill him to mild recognition, it's jarring.
A sense of disconnect.
But, that recognition... two years of another name, his own only recently reclaimed, yet reflex kicks up through the dust and ash. ]
Gaelio.
[ but without much passion, without the surname. ]
Yeah. Mikazuki Augus.
[ Spend two years obsessed with that man and Tekkadan, pick up more than space rat.
If that man's theory of Fate holds past Julieta, then...
...
Gaelio stoops, unable to relax or loosen his hold on the gun, but himself scooping up a handful of dates and holding them out. ]
Welcome.
space is cold
nevertheless, mika follows the other's movement carefully, but doesn't step back when the handful of the dates is offered. ]
I thought you died.
[ not that Mika was a witness to that, but news travelled. ]
i wasted my v. clever spaceheater line
His fault or not, he does not yet retract his hand. For his own sake, it's handy he's become so impervious to self-consciousness.
This next round of surprise strikes more mild. Gaelio might have little expertise in physics, especially the sort concerned with time and space anomalies. It might remain unsettled in the coven, whether time passes in their worlds, how and when Qri takes. But he can connect dots, hypothesize.
They ought to have crossed blades, Ein guiding his limbs, almost two months ago. Julieta had not known his absence, instead taken from roughly the same time after he knew a month. Time frozen, a theory now threatened. But unless Gaelio had died again... confusion furrows in his brow, clears.
The answer's simple enough. Blandly said. ]
I did. Did you watch? The burial was lovely.
[ The procession to and ceremony at the Seven Stars' cemetery televised, the recording played by Rustal.It's our advantage, and the mask. Almiria weeping in his arms. How frequently he'd watch them entomb his ashes in those early months.
How frequently he forgets they were not his, not really. ]
dw it's beautiful and immortalized in my inbox
[ Spoken with no pomp or ceremony; there's a lot of things he still doesn't understand about funerals, not that he paid any particular mind to them.
Mika moves to deposit the handful of dates in his own hand to the pockets of his oversized coat. Thus freeing his hand, Mika turns his attentions back to the other, tilting his head slightly to scrutinise Gaelio carefully.
He understands that it's just something people recognise as being necessary. A sending-off of sorts. A farewell. A new beginning.
Probably none of those things apply to the man in front of him. ]
Orga said it's a way for them to find a place they belong, without pain.
[ This man ... The scar is new, something he doesn't remember, stretching out thickly against the side of his face. But that's not the only difference, is it?
Mika reaches out to pluck a date from the hand Gaelio is holding out to him, pinching it between his forefinger and thumb. ]
I don't think you did.
delete it immediately
A frame of mind that no longer fits, strange to remember, unable to recapture most of the feeling in it. Mikazuki as he is now might not have heard his apology, but it had been an apology born of his own mutilation, more than knowledge of Mikazuki and his kind. Tekkadan flared bright in his thoughts only when helping to blaze the trail toward McGillis.
Otherwise, they faded.
The point: his shifted regard of Mikazuki Augus has less to do with an advanced understanding of him (whatever the records he'd scoured, imprinting names and loose histories, unseemly private security companies, all of which places Orga Itsuka easy and firm in his mind, though he'd never come face to face with that man). More to do with lessons from Ein, from the machines in his neck.
Mikazuki, too, faded, a dead man's memories and a dead man's thorn, though he had been the tool wielded by the killing man to cut down Carta and Ein.
A different sort of dissonance in this, as close as he can get to awkward, any stretch of time standing without metal framework and death on a blade's edge. A careful look, the press of those stolid eyes.
Conversation.
It's terribly human. A boy with his own understanding of death rituals, eating dates, speculating on someone else's pain and place.
For a moment, his mind drifts, eyes sagging to his hand, and he considers taking a date, after all. An idle, wholly nonsensical thought of Persephone. His fingrers slacken on the gun, and after a last beat of hesitation, he tucks it into his coat belt. Then raises his freed hand, and as if mimicking Mikazuki's gesture, plucks up one date. Brushes it against a (less and less) white glove. ]
Belonging and peace, huh?
[ Glancing for Mikazuki's eyes, he performs a trick. The date between his fingers becomes a cherry, though only the convincing illusion of it. ]
I hope he's right.
[ Shouldn't he know? No, scratched out of the grave, pieced together. Let Carta know rest. He must let Ein rest. But... ]
It's true I didn't.
[ Popping the cherry into his mouth, but he forgets at first bite to adjust the taste. An eye twitches as he adjusts, delayed juice bursting.
Swallow first. Still just... holding out the rest of those dates... anyway... ]
Do you not remember, or has it not happened? Bael's hangar.
never say never
"never"
/panicked honk
/throws bread at
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pats Gali on the head
don't you might catch something
dw he's already inoculated against gay (in canon apparently)
tiny scream
Still, there's nothing wrong with perusing and searching for anything that might come in useful during a pinch. This power wasn't his choice to receive -- who knows when it will be taken from him?
Noticing his Tekkadan ally among the new faces, he stops short where he stands. It's a jarring development, despite what he knows about the mechanics of their new environment. Jarring, but not at all unwelcome -- McGillis continues to observe, as he steps over quietly, that the gun in Mika's hands soon turns into fruit (the kind he often has on his person, no?) that drops to the ground.
Interesting. Not one to decline a gesture from Mika, he shows at the exact moment necessary to take one of the offered dates.
Plucked, but stored in a pocket for safe keeping. ]
Mikazuki Augus. Less than ideal circumstances aside, it's good to meet with you again.
[ His tone remains even, polite, betraying nothing except a hint of his surprise. ]
Have you arrived alone?
pterodactyl screech
Mm.
[ he nods in a simple greeting, pocketing the rest of the dates into somewhere about the voluminous coat on his person. ]
So you're here too.
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Yes, going on around two months.
[ Has it been that short a time?
And how much has changed. The last time he saw Mika, he was joining Barbatos with Bael. He stores an important mental note, that no one else from Tekkadan, or otherwise, is with him. ]
Myself, and a couple of loyal members of Gjallarhorn's elite.
[ Awkward. ]
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mika gleans a few important things just from this short stint of conversation alone; mcgillis has infinite advantage simply for the grace of having been here for two months, is one thing. that he's never met another member of tekkadan aside from him is another.
it is a little disheartening to say the least, but mika's never been the one to mull over things like that. if he was here, then maybe others will arrive too. he will wait, but he won't just sit around, either. ]
What is this place?
[ just like that, he moves onto other things, fully expecting mcgillis to provide whatever useful information he has that he's willing to give. the fact that they'd fought on opposing sides is a decisive point, but something that he chooses to not focus on here and now. ]
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A dimension-traveling coven, governed by an elusive space witch. She goes by Qri.
[ You know, stuff like that. ]
We're meant to obtain magical energy for her by way of the powers she's bestowed onto us. Apparently, without an army of energy-gathering resources, she will cease to exist. Her servants have proclaimed that her existence is vital to the sanctity of all universes, so it would be in our best interests to cooperate with her mission.
[ He explains it all neatly, though whether or not he believes it is unclear. ]
Well, that is what we are told.
et tu, mcgilly
So, basically the gist of things was that if they were to protect their universes, they just had to help this 'witch' out, wasn't it? Give and take, that's what it boiled down to, really.
speaking of the 'powers' though...
Mika glances down, at the (scant) smattering of dates laying scattered over the ground between them. ]
What did she give you?
mcgilly in the mika fanclub ok
He follows that gaze to the ground, focusing again on the pile of dates.
His power? It might not be incredibly flashy, but it is useful. It ensures that he'll never go hungry. In a place like this, in any place, that's an invaluable thing to possess. ]
Shapeshifting.
[ Is that all he'll say?
no ]
The potential is virtually unlimited, as I've come to understand, but the mastery of each new form takes time and practice. A strange adjustment at first, I'll admit. Difficult to enter this place unfazed by the sudden possession of magic -- though this isn't the case for everyone. Some come from places very similar to Qri's island hub.
[ eyes back up while he blah blah ]
I assume you've been given the power to produce food? Is it limited by type?
join the line
gives him a bunny and cuts in line
BURIES FACE IN
bringing the zoo to mika
ok you pass
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[ Her telepathic message was simple enough. Delivering it to the intended target is more of a challenge. Somehow it finds its way to Mikazuki instead. This kind of thing is just way out of her comfort. She would decline to use it at all if not for a lack of any other means of remote communication. Perhaps other worlds would have alternatives, but for now she'll just have to make do. ]
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Speaking of which ... There was something familiar about it. Mika is sure that he's heard that voice before. ]
Who are you?
[ he doesn't even know if it's going to go through, having no idea how to do this properly or to whom he's even speaking to. ]
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You're here too?
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You're the one who talked to me first.
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[ What a disaster. She really didn't want to let him know she was here. The only good thing to come of this is at least now she's aware of his presence. They can be prepared. Who knows when he might attack. ]
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Not my problem.
[ it's that person, the annoying one who got in his way, Mika finally remembers. McGillis had said that there are others besides him here, members of Gjallarhorn. ]
You're annoying.
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