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acatamods. ([personal profile] acatamods) wrote in [community profile] acatalepsy_logs2019-01-04 10:22 am

PHASE 3: AKVOS: THE END.






the great escape.
The Circle has quite a lot on their plate, this time around. Multiple players are fighting for the control of Akvos, and many difficult choices to make. No matter what path you choose, though, one thing is for certain: it is a bitter fight to the death to ensure that Akvos remains standing, one way or another.

There are three main areas for the characters to explore in the final log of Akvos: (1) The Kingdom of Akvos, where the King is fighting to seize control; (2) The Rift, where the characters will encounter the Dreamscapes; and (3) The Kingdom of Polankos, which is where King Ka'pouli has reigned since his arrival in the pocket dimension. Decisions made in all there areas will affect the outcome of Akvos, so get to exploring.




THE ASSAULT ON WAHINE.
The King’s forces will attack in three different fronts. There will be mermen attacking from above, riding saddled giant seahorses and manta rays, launching spears at the mermaid-warriors below with terrifying precision. They seem to be indiscriminate, in their aim -- the weaponry, charged with the same dark energy that the shadow creatures seem to be made out of, find their target in civilians and warriors alike, raining down a sea of terror upon the central stronghold of the Kingdom of Akvos.

The mermen will also be attacking at the ground-level, attempting to burst their way through the Palace Gates to flood the city with numbers. While the mermaids outnumber the mermen, the mermen are certainly more brutal than the mermaids. Some of them, though, in finding the city, are more concerned with looting it than with senselessly murdering everyone inside. Indeed, this is the most food they have seen in a long time -- and markets are destroyed in grabbing as much food and riches as they can, pressing closer to the Palace, and toward the Queen's stronghold.

And, finally, they will be attacking from below, navigating their way through a network of tunnels meant to transport goods and bursting their way into people’s homes, to sneak their way closer to their ultimate goal, which seems to be the Palace itself.

The Circle's main goal, here, is to protect civilians, usher theminto the underground strongholds beneath the Palace, and fight for their own lives should they attack the mermen first. Man the wall, if you so choose, to attempt to block the air attacks from the mantas. Fight on the ground, to protect Akvos from destruction. Or make your way to the underground strongholds and tunnels, to block access to the Palace. All of these will certainly assist in keeping Akvos safe.

In addition, please remember that shadow creatures (which can only be killed by magical means) are still making their way through the entirety of Akvos. While King Ka'pouli's forces are targeting the Palace of Wahine, the shadow creatures are still present everywhere. Get to killing!



INTO THE RIFT.
Some of you, however, have elected to traverse into the mysterious rift that appeared in the midst of the Fields of Akvosia. It looks like a black hole into nothingness, crackling with odd energy . . . and passing through it feels as though you have stepped through an icy waterfall. For a moment, you cannot breathe -- and then, you are treated to beauty.

The gaps between time and space are full of sparkling lights, bolts of rainbow starlight winding around you as you move through the uncertainty that is the void. It seems endless, but something inside you is tugging you forward . . . and, suddenly, there is a soft voice in your ear. A familiar one, to those who reside within the Circle . . . the confused voice of Astoria.

"Hello? My Travelers? How are you within the Void?" The Void? That word hadn't been used to describe whatever this magical place is before, but . . . well, a witch with the ability to send you all across the universe probably knows what she's talking about, right? "That should not be possible . . . who opened this doorway?"

You can tell her, or you can not. It seems to matter not, because: "Is this not getting through? Why can I not hear you . . . but I can feel you, I can -- please, if you can hear this, be careful. The Void is not something for mortals to interact with, and it can show you terrible things -- terrible things, so please--"

And, right before you have the opportunity to respond to our benevolent witch (or captor, depending on your point of view), you see a bizarre glass-like surface in front of you. It looks like a mirror, and you see a perfect reflection of yourself. It is absolutely captivating, and it beckons you . . . almost urging you to touch it. And Astoria's whisper grows a bit louder, more urgent:

"My dear Traveler, be careful what you encounter here -- can you hear me? Can you see me? I am trying to get you out of there, to bring you back home--Akvos is--"

But it is too late.

Your fingers graze the edge of the mirror, and you are pulled -- a sensation that is familiar to you, the same pull in your stomach that you feel whenever Astoria thrusts you across the universe, into new realities. And, when you blink your eyes again, and look around . . . you are no longer in Akvos, or the Void. You are somewhere entirely new.

Welcome to the Dreamscape.




THE KINGDOM OF POLANKOS.
Once the Circle emerges from the Rift and the Dreamscape, they will stumble into another world . . . but this one's wateris shallow, in comparison to the massive depths of the crystal-clear kingdom of Akvos. You can quite clearly see the surface, here, and there are shallows that allow you to come up onto islands, tropical in nature with fruit, odd creatures that appear to be multiple-headed monkeys and parrots, and sandy shores. It's a bit jarring to see, after spending so long underwater. Indeed, you emerge to trudge onto land, and look around, somewhat mystified that the deep-dwelling mermen would be from a place like this.

However, exploring the islands (which is not very difficult to do, as they are all small and will not take very much time) will yield the discovery that on the islands themselves are tunnels -- underwater caverns that thread through the islands to much deeper water. It's almost as if the islands themselves are barriers to the underwater caverns below -- shallow water, a layer of land, and then a (mer)man-made bubble of water below the barrier of land. And that whoever lived on these islands tunneled through them to find deeper water. Princess Kea, (who will attend on these journeys, while remaining in the water), will tell the Circle members that King Ka'pouli told her that when the mermen were cast out, they landed on solid land, and had to slowly dig deeper to their salvation.

Navigating through these tunnels will be somewhat perilous -- and the Circle members will need to carry Princess Kea to the nearest tunnel to get her into some water, because while she can breathe on the surface for a certain period of time, she cannot navigate the land as quickly as you people with legs. Additionally, underwater caving isn't exactly a blast, but the deeper you go, the more clues of civilization you can find. And, eventually, once you go deep enough, you emerge into a massive underwater cavern to find the small Kingdom of Polankos.

In comparison to the Kingdom of Akvos, Polankos is witheringly depressing. It is not brightly colored, nor open -- indeed, it is tiny, with mermen huddled together waiting patiently for the forces that went through the rift to return. There is not a lot to find here, save for some interesting weapons that possess a dark energy, versus a lightning energy -- and those weapons will be given to the Circle members who ask for them, because those who wield them are in no condition to fight. There is little food, little room to sleep, and these are a people clearly in need of assistance.

In order to get them out of Polankos, you will need to usher them through the tunnels back up to the Rift above -- it seems that King Ka'pouli opened the Rift on the surface, rather than risk the city below in case it did not work. The mermen there (who seem to be elderly and weak) will be eager for the assistance to get out Polankos, and at the promise of being brought into Akvos, they will happily go. There will be no resistance from them.

You may also see Princess Kea, who has filtered in and out of the Rift to assist on the journey -- teary-eyed, heartbroken at the sight of these individuals who require rescue, organizing the mermen with the promise of keeping them safe in Akvos.

"Hurry," she tells you, as she rouses another merman into getting to the nearest tunnel. "We do not have a lot of time to pull this off, and we must work quickly."

Additionally, please feel free to write up and work with your own prompts! These areas of the world are presented as jumping off points for your characters, not limitations. The idea of this world- as with all the others- is to explore -- you may use as much leeway as you want in order to come up with what your character will do, especially in the Dreamscapes.

If you have any other questions, please feel free to ask them back on the various threads back in the OOC post from before!
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[personal profile] fashionabot 2019-01-07 11:12 am (UTC)(link)
a. dreamscape (a4's mission - the server room)

[ You find yourself stepping into a cold, dimly lit room. The double doors behind you automatically slide shut. The server room is located deep underground, with what appears to only have one way in and out: the elevator that you just stepped out of. But upon examination, the doors are tightly shut with no control panel in sight. You're trapped here.

On the opposite side of the room, a set of stairs lead up to an elevated platform. There isn't anything else on the other side of the platform, but one misstep could send you falling further underground.

Scattered along the floor are machines, nonfunctional and appear to have been torn apart by a blade. Among the machine bodies are three human female corpses wearing ragged clothes. At a glance, they look human. There's even a liquid substance pouring from them that resembles blood. Closer inspection shows wiring, circuitry, and mechanical parts sticking out from broken limbs. "Dead" androids.

In the circle of corpses, A4 can be seen wielding an electrified sword from Akvos. Her state of appearance is the same as how it was when she was with the Circle: a more simple, one-piece black dress. Artificial skin missing from her left arm, revealing the metal underneath as a clear indicator that she's an android.

She's facing off against two little girls dressed in red. Yet no matter how many times she tries to swing her sword at them, they dodge her attacks with an unusual amount of ease. ]


Shut up, shut up!

[ "Why do you try so hard?" "Why do you choose death?" One girl sounds childlike and the other more robotic. ]

I know what you're going to say. I've heard this before. Just shut up!

[ "Humanity abandoned you." "You live only to die."

After another futile swipe of A4's sword, the red girls dodge again. Her gaze follows them, until she catches sight of the other Circle member watching the scene. ]


What... what are you doing here? Stay behind me!

[ A4 positions herself in front of her companion, protectively sticking her arm out. She's yet to realize this is a dream, convinced that she's being forced to re-live this moment. And now, somehow someone from the Circle is thrown into the same mess by her side. ]


b. polankos

[ A4 is tired. Her experience in the Rift placed a lot stress on her systems. But if she sees someone glancing her way, she strains an exhausted smile.

With her heavy weight, A4 remains in the higher tunnels where the waters are shallow. Throughout her time in Akvos, she's already well aware that she's unsuited for deeper waters. Once others from the Circle emerge from the waters with the mermen, the android will be waiting to offer her assistance. ]


Hey. Do you need any help? I can carry two of them the rest of the way.


c. wildcard

[ Feel free to do a variation of any of the prompts! My dreamscape plotting comment is located here or hit me up at [plurk.com profile] propinkist. There is only one way to escape the server room... in canon anyway. I'm open to outside influence or other dreamscape influence to avert A4's fate/wake her up somehow. ]
theseuschip: (↻ he was... talking)

4 hank (⚈້͈͡ ͜ʖ⚈້͈͡)

[personal profile] theseuschip 2019-01-07 11:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ And sometimes, instead of industrial metal flooring, it’s the dry, breathable air of a totally robot-free studio apartment.

The first cursory sweep of it by a guest would probably put it in solid Not Nearly As Bad As It Could Be territory, by twenty-something bachelor nerd standards. You can’t see the bathroom or the kitchen stuff from there. It’s Fine.

As if going in a robot and coming out not a robot didn’t leave him uselessly stymied enough, Simon moves a few paces after he steps through the rift and then stops, turning in place, face white. He can’t feel his limbs as he steps toward his desk, lost, murmuring to himself. ]


Why— how can this...

[ Already halfhearted, he trails off with the crushing impossibility of the only good answer to these questions. ]
fuck1ngusernam3: (it's not not a smile)

[personal profile] fuck1ngusernam3 2019-01-07 12:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, that's decent of you, I'd hate to be detained. Thanks.

[He sounds genuine when he says it, looks as friendly as he would if the guy didn't look like he wanted to give Hank a brand new pair of concrete swimming shoes. He shifts his weight, cocks one hip, all very casual. His questions even sound a little concerned.]

So, how's your business going? I know everyone's been hit kinda hard recently, must be kinda tough to keep your head above water.
Edited 2019-01-07 12:31 (UTC)
fuck1ngusernam3: (oh???)

[personal profile] fuck1ngusernam3 2019-01-07 12:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Get the fuck off my ass!

[It's a reflexive response to the lecture, the one little attempt Hank's got in him at reacting like he's probably supposed to, like this is just another fucking day. But it's not really a believable attempt; his voice is shaking worse than before, and this time not from magic-induced weakness. A wolf was... not great, but he could deal. A motherfucking dragon? Really? He doesn't have the mental space to even try and deal with it, either, cause that roar went straight to his lizard brain and the lizard brain's saying, 'get the everloving fuck out of here, get out', and that lizard brain can be pretty fucking loud when it wants to be.

That's gonna make him even more useless for a minute. Hank's got enough fear on his plate, he doesn't have it in him to fight this off, too. He's dropped his weapon, he notices vaguely, and it floats in front of him while he struggles to put whatever little strength that shadow thing didn't suck out of him into pushing at those claws, sounding maybe a teensy bit panicked.]


Get off of me!
fuck1ngusernam3: (uh.)

[personal profile] fuck1ngusernam3 2019-01-07 01:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hank watches him, a look of horrified sympathy dawning on his face, and that on top of the sounds of fighting outside, the occasional gunshots, has a little part of his mind forgetting where he is. Not all of it, in his head he's still kind of aware, but the rest of him's forgotten just enough to have his hair going shorter and sprinkled with brown, his shoulders straightening, the shape of his shirt changing as a bulletproof vest finds itself underneath it.]

Hey.

[Hank sets his hand over the poor kid's forearm, his voice clear, steady, hopefully reassuring.]

I'm armed, okay? So if we're careful, we got a chance out there. As long as you stay behind me. Think you can do that?
lumberlady: (泣ける)

[personal profile] lumberlady 2019-01-07 01:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[At least Sheryl was here. Someone she knew, someone she counted on to have a decent head on their shoulders... at least when it came to not running off into battles they weren't fit for.

Tenderly shushing the child whose face is buried in her bosom, Konoha looks to the other girl in surprise- but just for a moment. A song? Ah, of course-]


Oh, yes- Mostly?

[The merpeople had liked music, she'd seen them enjoying it before... so she tries to gather the little ones around them with an encouraging smile, trying to form a little amphitheater facing Sheryl.]

Do you all want to learn the chorus so you can try and sing along too? It's a beautiful song- and Miss Sheryl here even wrote it herself!
fuck1ngusernam3: (general 1)

[personal profile] fuck1ngusernam3 2019-01-07 01:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[In this place, actual air doesn't seem weird; in this place, an actual apartment doesn't seem all that unusual. The guy in it doesn't, either, except for that look on his face. Hank looks around to try and see what's putting it there, taking a couple steps and turning in a little circle. He notes the old model TV and laptop, the power strip and electrical cords, and lets the comforting normality of the rest of it sink into him.]

I don't know, doesn't seem that unbelievable to me. Little old fashioned, but this is the most normal place I've seen in... Uh, a while.

[Hank ends his little circle facing the guy, looking him over with no recognition whatsoever in his face.]

I probably don't really wanna know but uh, what's wrong with it?
lumberlady: (家族)

[personal profile] lumberlady 2019-01-07 01:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[She doesn't know him well, this young man, though she recognized his face. With all that had been happening, living under the sea, the conflict in Akvos, she wasn't yet well acquainted with the newer arrivals- But she'd have to remedy that later.]

Oh, sorry-

[He's at least strong, she's grateful for that, even as she lumbers to her four knees in order to lower herself and accommodate his shortness by putting her back within reach, one that had enough room for three of the elders if they held tight...]

Here, grandfather... hold on to this, alright... ? We'll get you out soon-

[As politely, gently as she can, Konoha pats the harness worn across her equine shoulders like a belt, encouraging the frail merman to take hold as he's transferred to her back.]
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[personal profile] lumberlady 2019-01-07 01:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[It was all here. Just like she remembered.

Stunned by this revelation, the sight of the home she had feared she might never actually see again... Konoha stands perfectly still, almost afraid to breathe for fear the illusion would reveal itself as such and dissipate like smoke.

But it doesn't, and then there's someone else there, someone who shouldn't be there-]


Alisaie?

[It pulls her from the shock, and she wheels in surprise, quickly trotting over to the shorter girl and anxiously searching her for signs of... no, she wasn't even sure.]

Can- Are you seeing everything I am? Can you see the village? My village?
lumberlady: (格好よかった)

[personal profile] lumberlady 2019-01-07 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[When it seems he will cooperate Konoha tries to encourage the worried children to turn their attention to their newest storyteller, pulling them closer and soothing, encouraging where and how she could.]

Oh, gosh, I don't know... twelve princesses?

[Drumming up the hype for the tale as best she can, she shoots Maes a hopeful look for a story that will captivate the children and distract them from the very real fears just beyond their shelter.]
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[personal profile] wraithes 2019-01-07 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
The top of the --

[ but the man is interrupted by the appearance of inej -- not wearing her typical dark clothing, but brightly colored acrobatic silks, bare feet and chalked hands. there are a few quick words to the man in a language that Sheryl does not understand, but after a few moments of argument, inej turns to Sheryl, her eyes muddled with confusion and concern. ]

You are a member of the Circle. [ it isn't a question, but inej speaks low ] What did you see, here? Tell me.
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[personal profile] theseuschip 2019-01-07 05:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The TV’s stand sports an impressive collection of video games for a console that definitely cost more than that shitty metal bed frame. There’s a packed bookcase; on one of the shelves is a digital camera, surrounded by a few of the sorts of photos an amateur photographer would take, you know, of cityscapes and food and stuff. The desk is cluttered with sticky notes and books and random doodads, the laptop open to an e-mail client.

Then around the corner there’s fast food takeout that’s either been there for like 12 hours or 89 years, depending on your perspective. Probably would have thrown that out if he’d known he was having company from another dimension, but he’s too preoccupied to really care.

A chalkboard on the wall says:
To Do
Remind Jesse!
Pick up meds
Flowers for funeral

Simon could have sworn that was by the front door, but he doesn’t spare it more than a passing thought.

And outside the window is the scenic splendor of... the side of the apartment building on the other side of McCaul. But hey. ]


Hank—

[ Hank isn’t acting as if Simon is a robot inside a normal person’s house. Or as if he knows who Simon is at all, actually. But he remembers seeing himself as human after he woke up at Upsilon, running into the other robots who saw themselves as human. The “crazy” ones, who talked like they were people. ]

This is real? Not real real, but I look human? To you?
Edited 2019-01-07 17:20 (UTC)
nogoldenmirror: (dragon ☽ oh just a monster; moving on)

[personal profile] nogoldenmirror 2019-01-07 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
How very eloquent. [Yeah, not impressed at all, Hank.] Hm, I'd say your shoulders, but as you wish...

[She drops him and his belt just within his reach, turning instead to look at the merman she'd stunned. The shadow creature dissipates from her claws and she shakes off any drain she may have received from it.

Oh, how she missed terrifying people. A grin spreads across her draconic mouth, sharp teeth shining as the low rumble that almost comes across as a hiss echoes from her chest and into her long neck.]


You do realize they only attack us if we attack them first, yes?
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[personal profile] insubordination 2019-01-07 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ oh, good. great. so the rift is sending them god knows where across the universe -- ]

I should have stayed in the underwater hellscape.

[ it's muttered underneath his breath, but roy does as asked and pulls himself up onto the chariot (???), a little . . . uncertain, but he makes the (probably good) decision to grip the side of it, holding it perhaps a bit too tightly.

and, perhaps just to reassure himself, roy uses his free hand to snap his fingers, creating a spark, and maintaining the ball of flame through his fingers before he exhales, extinguishing it with a quick wave of his hand.

at least he'll be able to help if this all goes horribly wrong. ]
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[personal profile] unpatriarchal 2019-01-07 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
( THE RIFT )
[ lotor will enter the rift without much fanfare or hesitation, but once he is in the rift, he will be exploring with a ton of curiosity. he finds himself in front of a rift bubble, eventually, his sword at his side, though he doesn't look all too . . . troubled, by what he sees, or hears.

he seems to be ignoring Astoria, for the most part. but to you: ]


Shall we?

[ touching the rift bubble with lotor will transport you into one of his dreamscapes! but feel free to convince him this is a horrible idea. ( he will likely ignore you and go by himself but you can try, okay. ) ]
( DREAMSCAPE: ORIANDE. )
[ it is a dazzling purple-ish white realm, with a massive temple situated on the largest piece of crystal. you can feel the magic in the air, a power that only few have been able to witness. and, unless you are (1) lotor or (2) allura, you begin to get the sudden sensation that you are not supposed to be here. you are not chosen.

that being said, you can feel free to wander around. gravity does not seem to be a thing here -- you can "moon jump" from rock to rock, and eventually make your way into the temple itself, but you are prevented entry via a massive large white lion. it grows, threatening to attack, pacing the entranceway to its proverbial kingdom . . . do you attack, or do you stand your ground?

either way, that lion is absolutely going to attempt to rip your throat out. and lotor is nowhere to be seen to stop it. ]
( DREAMSCAPE: ZARKON. )
[ meeting zarkon can happen in two (2) ways: (1) in which lotor is exiled from the galran empire for not committing mass genocide, which takes place on the bridge of a galran ship or (2) zarkon's death at lotor's hand, which takes place in what appears to be a wasteland of a planet with absolutely no life.

the first will play like a film, in which there will be a past version of lotor and a present version of lotor. the second will be lotor himself fighting for his life against zarkon, and you can choose to help him if you wish. both will end as canon intended -- that planet is going to get destroyed, and zarkon is going to die. however, lotor himself will be present to attempt to shift it if he wants . . . in other words, here's your opportunity to see Lotor As A Person. let me know which you want in the subject header, or ping me at his plot comment on the OOC post! ]
Edited 2019-01-07 18:24 (UTC)
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[personal profile] sendinthecavalry 2019-01-07 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[Brilliant blue energy is racing towards them and out of instinct Cayde leaps back once, and then there's a flare of something warm and familiar inside him and the Light propels him back a second time as he whoops with excitement.]

Blue light, bad! Big monster, bad! Got it!

[The Ace of Spades is out in an instant, a single shot fired off with a sharp crack as he lands and tries to find better footing. Arenvald has managed to block off the worst of- well whatever that was, so if he's willing to run defense, Cayde is absolutely okay with pushing the offense. Adrenaline races through his systems, and despite how horrifying the situation may be to everyone natively involved he's laughing, laughing because this is the first time he's been out on anything even remotely resembling a strike protocol in years.

The war didn't count. The fear and lightlessness and just helplessness...that wasn't in the same boat as this, where there's a clear target that needs to be eliminated and Light singing in his veins. Despite the difference in location, the utterly foreign surroundings, it seems as though 'kill the big monster dead' is a universal constant.

Okay. Fighting giant monsters is definitely part of his repertoire and although he's got so little to go on, he's willing to take Arenvald's advice about the potential for blue light equaling bad times, but that doesn't mean that he's not going to push limits to see what he can and can't get away with. The Light is back, he can feel it, death is inconsequential. Make a mistake? Standby for resurrection, it's as simple as that.]


Alright buddy, you got any idea what's gonna make her the maddest? Weak spots? Bad jokes? I can improvise with the best of 'em, but it'll work a little better if you give me something to go off of!
fuck1ngusernam3: (considering)

[personal profile] fuck1ngusernam3 2019-01-07 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[That nets him a frown and Hank looking him over again, this time for longer, studying him. There’s plenty of people in the circle that he doesn’t know - people and other things, his mind adds, a thought Hank feels instantly, weirdly guilty about. Plenty of whatevers around who might be surprised to look like a person, is the point. But out of those, the number who’d know Hank’s name is pretty fucking small.

The focus in Hank’s frown melts into something heavier, and his voice goes quiet.]


Yeah. Yeah, you look human.

[This time the flicker of Hank’s eyes over him is assessing, comparing what he sees to something else. He can’t help it, but he does tear himself away after a split second, wandering over to the digital camera and looking it over. He thinks about what he wants to say. If it’s who he thinks - it is, all this tech’s from the right era - but if it is he’s already used up all his asshole freebie points, and it might not go over well. But if it was him, he’d want it. He’d want to see.]

Want me to take a picture? Show you?
shootstyles: (just a small smile)

[personal profile] shootstyles 2019-01-07 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[Once the elder has a good grip on on the harness, Izuku stands as tall as he can so the elder can push off him and use him as a stepping stone. He keeps his arms out to carefully guide the merman and make sure that he is steady once he's on.

Then he does the same for the next three. It's not easy. He wishes he had his normal Quirk, then he could probably carry that many himself, but now all he has is the strength of his own body and it will have to do.

After they're all on, he steps back and gives her a nod.]


I'll follow along to make sure they're steady. Ahh, they might have trouble holding on after they've been down there so long.
fuck1ngusernam3: (grr argh)

[personal profile] fuck1ngusernam3 2019-01-07 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[It takes Hank a long moment to remember he probably ought to grab that short sword, or long knife, or whatever the shit it is. It takes him another moment to remember to take the belt that comes with it. He swims backward, back to the doorway; his heart’s going like a fucking jackhammer. Once the magic bullshit from that dead monster thing wears off he’ll feel better. Then he’ll be able to handle this. It’ll be fine.

He takes a second to straighten out his voice, knuckles white on the edge of the doorway, pretty sure his voice isn’t going to cooperate but taking a good shot at sounding half-normal anyway.]


He got in front of the stupid... [What the fuck does he call the shadow monsters. Even in his head, everything he can think of sounds stupid and fake. He’s not going to say ‘monster’ like it’s a real thing.] ...other things, anyone coulda made that mistake!

[Anyone who’s already tired from dealing with another one of the not-monsters, anyway, and who’s maybe kind of sort of never touched a really-for-fighting sword in his goddamn life.

It’s fine. Hank will just... huddle here for a minute while the terrifying dragon shit happens out there. It’s all fine.]


Are you this fucking freaky all the time? First the wolf thing and now- jesus. Is this just your thing? Being miscellaneous freaky shit?

[Yeah, sounding a little less than half-normal now. Bitching might be comforting but it’s probably not the best idea. Chill out, Hank.]
nogoldenmirror: (dragon ☽ observing the odds)

[personal profile] nogoldenmirror 2019-01-07 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[Something shifts in her expression. Is- is she trying to raise an eyebrow? Ugh, she'll have to work on facial expressions in this form later. When she's able to look into a reflective surface. She shakes her head and offers one option.]

Creatures? [She curls up on the nearest location large enough to accommodate her current shape. Which, thankfully, isn't Hank. She's the size of a large pickup truck. He'd go squiiish if she did.]

It could be worse... That witch could have given insect or arachnid forms.... skitter skitter.

[Yeah, she's fucking with him now. Or IS SHE? ...Is she? It's a mystery.]
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a!

[personal profile] wraithes 2019-01-07 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ truthfully, it's being seen that catches inej off guard . . . jumping into the rift had been a mistake, clearly, seeing as they're in . . . what in the hell is going on, robots?

but when A4 throws out her arm to stop her, inej does stop, freezing, her knives in hand (knives, electrified knives that kaz had found her in akvos), and she speaks quickly: ]


I can help you, I can fight.

[ her eyes remain focused on the little girls, her fingers tightening on the hilt of her blades. ]

What are they?
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[personal profile] sendinthecavalry 2019-01-07 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, yeah.

[While the dreamscapes have played hell with his circuits, Cayde's all business for once when it comes to trying to evacuate the weak and infirm. There's something about this that hits far too close to home: the war raging outside, civilians trapped...no, he doesn't need to think about that right now. Right now all his attention is on getting people out and through the rift before they run out of time.

Admittedly, he wasn't expecting to see Konoha amongst those helping to evacuate everyone, but it's comforting to see a familiar face and he offers a weak grin, nothing more than a pulse of the lights along his mouth and throat, and a slight wave as he makes his way over.]


The same harness like last time, I'm guessing? But not the same way, can't haul people like we can barrels.
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[personal profile] paladorable 2019-01-07 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Now Arenvald really has no idea what’s going on, as he watches Hank change before his very eyes, slipping backwards through time and becoming another version of the man he knows. This is not how this plays out. Arenvald is supposed to do as he’s told, to hide and cower and do nothing as the people who mean the most to him in the world give their lives to save him.

Instead, here is this man with whom he has a tenuous peace at best, telling him that they’ve a chance so long as they stick together. So many times, Arenvald has wondered what would have happened if he’d leapt into the fray, if he’d lent his sword to A’aba and Aulie’s aid. Would they have survived?

He may always wonder, but right here and right now, he’s been given the chance to do more than just cower behind a stack of crates. He nods once, firmly, finding something reassuring in Hank’s tone, the weight of his hand upon his arm. ]


Yeah. Yeah, I’m right behind you.
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as if i wouldn't go for pain

[personal profile] paladorable 2019-01-07 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Alisaie has spent no shortage of time in Ala Mhigo, so it’s no wonder the place feels familiar. A glance out the front door of the small house in which she finds herself reveals the city to be worn down, the scars of battle evident, aged by only a few years than the handful of decades she’s used to.

Inside the little house seems to be a war zone in a different way. It’s a small place, two rooms at best, and the whole of it is in shambles. Furniture left overturned or shoved aside, dishes strewn about, some broken and some not. From the far room in the back of the house, a woman screams, a sound of anguish, of pain and desperation.

“Stop looking at me! Stop. Looking. AT ME!” ]
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[personal profile] paladorable 2019-01-07 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The sudden settling of peaceful wilderness around him may well be a slap in the face. There is so much pain, so much fighting and anguish, both real and remembered, in the rift. Some of it his own, some of it belonging to others.

And then he stumbles into this place, a reprieve from the turmoil, and it quite honestly takes him a second to catch his breath. Is this… is this really it? He was truly beginning to wonder if there was not one single member of the Circle who had anything joyous to offer, not a good dream between the lot of them, but apparently, he’s been proven quite wrong.

His eyes drift from the canopy of leaves overhead eventually, and when they do, his gaze lands on Konoha. Somehow… somehow it makes sense, if this is truly her dream. ]


Konoha? Do you know where we are?