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- jason todd (dc comics),
- keats (folklore),
- king (the seven deadly sins),
- koltira deathweaver (world of warcraft),
- laedo ledo (original),
- masamune date (sengoku basara),
- meallan lavellan (dragon age),
- misaki yata (k),
- natasha romanoff (mcu),
- olivia (fire emblem: awakening),
- papyrus (undertale),
- peter parker (the amazing spider-man),
- rhys (borderlands),
- riza hawkeye (fullmetal alchemist),
- serene charlord (original),
- shizuo heiwajima (durarara!!),
- sieglinde sullivan (black butler),
- tony stark (mcu),
- trafalgar law (one piece),
- tsukuyo (gintama)
EVENT ★ RECOLLECTION DAY
RECOLLECTION DAY ![]() On the recruits' return to Oska, they will find some dreary weather, plus the entire castle and town decorated in purple and silver. Ribbons, streamers, and lights in ALASTAIR's colors fill every populated space, and there are more people milling about than before: humanoids and others in equal measure, all of them dressed in ALASTAIR uniforms of some degree. Dagny, Uruz, Cherenkov, and Crowley can be found among the others, as can recent recruit Pomarr, the undead Dakal from the last mission. The weather seems to be due to Pomarr. It's generally overcast around Oska, but the in area nearest to their newest recruit it will always be softly raining to some degree. THE FEAST ![]() A well-dressed, gently green lady stands at the center of the room, nursing a wineglass full of something silvery and addressing the room at large. She seems to be going over the history of Oska, to anyone who will listen. The gist of it is that Oska was once an entire world, densely populated and well known for its music and carefully bred hunting companion animals. However, its energy was severely unbalanced, and the world was swiftly coming undone. ALASTAIR recruits of the time realized it was the very animals the natives so loved that were the focus of all of the planet's energy, but by the time they had finally figured it out and began to cull the animals, it was too late. This little scrap is all they managed to save. What locals remained eventually died out, being too few to repopulate by themselves, and ALASTAIR opted to move in and reclaim the space, so as not to let this world go entirely forgotten. With their very base of operations as a reminder of what can happen to any world at any time, ALASTAIR of today is not likely to forget the necessity of their mission any time soon. Come for the food, stay for the slightly depressing story, and leave again fuller and maybe a little more somber than you were before. THE OBSERVATORY This room is usually home to a large telescope, a ceiling that slides open, and a lot of gauzy, ethereal decoration. Today it's been cleared out for what seems to be a room-wide, three dimensional documentary, playing on repeat throughout the festival. Images of a vast star system are projected into this room from no identifiable source, floating holograms the viewer can walk between and admire from any angle. A deep, soothing, presumably male voice speaks over the moving images, describing the action as it unfolds.
The informational recording fades out, and five minutes later, plays again from the beginning. THE COURTYARD ![]() Down in the courtyard, the festivities continue, this time led by Dagny and Uruz. They have a great number of temporary pens set up in the middle of the area, each one holding a strange, fantastical animal, which doesn't seem at all happy to be there. These are new mounts, Uruz will explain. Each one of them was personally rescued from a dying world by Dagny and herself. They're not quite tame yet, though, and so they've made a competition of it: anyone who can convince a creature to let them sit astride its back and then guide it into a pen in the stables proper will win a prize. Dagny would like to request that you be really careful, please! Those tusks and spikes can get really sharp. The prize given to any winning recruit will be a small, silvery musicbox. Opening it plays a soothing tune that will calm anything within the area for about 30 minutes. It can only be used once. Feel free to make up what kind of creature your character runs into. The stables of ALASTAIR are well known for their variety! LOST ORBS ![]() They're a bit like slowly deflating helium balloons, and can be guided with gentle taps to get them floating along in the right direction. Touching one of them is a strange experience that tends to leave hair standing on end. Touching more than one of them at the same time, however, is not recommended. Simultaneous contact with two or more plasma orbs has been known to have strange effects on people, including but not limited to developing the power to fly, sudden weightlessness, animal shapeshifting, ice breath, teleportation, and creating a protective and impenetrable bubble around oneself. None of these effects lasts longer than two minutes, and in each case, the following magitek hangover will make any orb-toucher feel awful for at least half an hour. HOTSPRINGS ![]() There's a new addition to Oska, down by the lake. It seems another team recently extracted an enormous, very hot core from a sentient and murderous AI. The core's power source isn't expected to run out for at least another thousand years, and unsure what else to do with it, the team dug it a pit not far from the lake. They failed to realize that this would accidentally have a very, very pleasant outcome. There are now hotsprings by the lake, nestled into the small grove of trees that grow around it. The water bubbles softly up from the ground in a new (technically man-made) pool, and some enterprising recruits have built wooden decks and stairs around and through the whole affair. It's a little bit of a hike to get there from the castle, but anyone who has visited can agree: it's worth it. OOC INFO Welcome to the festival! This will ICly last for 3 days (and OOCly for 2 weeks), at the end of which the other teams visiting the party will ship out to other missions and leave the PC team to unwind with Oska all to themselves. Through the duration of the festival, recruits will find themselves asked one question repeatedly: do you new guys have a team name yet? It seems everyone else has a team name! Really, it's just sort of sad that a team this big doesn't have a name, isn't it? We'll be including a section for characters to ICly suggest team names, and later on will be hosting an IC vote to pick a team name. Characters who signed up to remain in Nalawi for three months will arrive late to the party, but how late is up to players. |
natasha romanoff | ota
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his consternation over the message is replaced with bemusement at seeing her standing there, and for a long moment he just stares at her, before finally piping up, skipping immediately over any expressed surprise at her being here too, despite the fact that he feels an honest flood of relief, mixed with the other complicated emotions that seeing her brings, after the way things rolled out at the airfield. ]
We should see if their PR guy hires out. [ hi. he means hi. ]
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[ She donned an expression of put-upon injury, as though the mere insinuation hurt her only feeling, but as it wore on it seemed one shade from a smirk—it also functions as a convenient evasion of whatever concern, panic, or relief she might feel at his presence. Truthfully, Natasha chose not to examine which it is, but rather keeps on the alert, aware of her exits.
Tony had given her an out once—that meant something to her, but it also meant that it was a kindness he could choose not to extend a second time. One pass was a warning. She couldn't count on a pattern, but she also suspected that here, there was less to worry about from General Ross and the Accords that she had violated. For now. ]
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he gives her a measured look for a moment, so that she gets to guess whether he's going to talk about it or not, but instead he actually jumps to the chase. ] So. You too.
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[ Straightening her spine, Nat crossed her arms beneath her chest. Business, then. She knew how to recognize when she didn't have anywhere to slip away to. ]
It's not the worst position we've been in. [ In fact, if anything, it seemed to have simplified certain things, removed the bureaucracy of saving the world by streamlining it—assuming ALASTAIR could be trusted, of course. ]
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Right. At least this time, somebody else's world is on the line. [ that's not what she was getting at, and it's not even a comment with his heart really in it - as much as earth being safe means to him, it doesn't mean he won't care if something happens to another world on his watch. but it's what slips out anyway, his gaze slipping back to the starmap that lingers behind them. ] Which one do you think is Asgard?
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He looked tired. They all were. ]
Whichever one it is, it's probably not close enough for an SOS.
[ If he'd even answer. ]
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then again, maybe all that darkness had an energy of its own.
it was a tempting thought, to think they could balance it out. it was what the avengers were originally intended to do, really.
he can't help but think about ultron. ]
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Maybe they felt like we had Earth under control.
[ Maybe that was why they didn't come to clean up his mess—their mess, if she were to be more fair. Just as much as she doubted the realism of it, she doubted the reason in the argument; could an outside force really have the right to come in and make that call, change the fate of a whole universe? Saving it, yes, but … It was a dangerous sentence to track to its natural conclusion. ]
I believe there's more than what they're presenting us with, but if someone slipped through a gap in space-time, they'd probably have their reasons to doubt our motives too. [ Decisively, she concludes: ] I'm reserving judgment.
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[ Hopefully, what ALASTAIR found out there had nothing to do with what they might, but she could not deny a certain pragmatism in the use of their predicament as reconnaissance. ]
You're restless. You don't trust them?
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[ She wove no judgment into the estimation, but rather pointed it out to confirm that they were both on the same page. That kind of altruism didn't come cheap, and rarely gained power. It was a lot to ask, buying it up from. ]
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I LOST IT SO LONG AGO TOO cries i'm sorry
[ i mean, they ... probably feel the same. ]
never forgives you
[ But they are, for now, the best source of information either of them have got—certainly more reliable than any ALASTAIR officials could be, than their propaganda is. That makes them a resource Natasha can utilize. ]
I think the festival makes it easy to get them talking, and everyone likes to tell a story. I'm hoping before the night's over, we can hear a mission report or two.
but
too late to apologize
[ She arches an eyebrow. ]
Watch yourself, Tony. We're short on friends these days.
don't you onerepublic me
also too late for that
[ She lilts up on 'throw,' to emphasize the but not work. There's a grimace in her smile to soften the blow. ]
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Natasha's judgement of it stirs him back to the present though, and he glances to find — a stranger. Well, that's perfectly fine, there are an awful lot of strangers around here.
"Propaganda?" He sounds amused by the word. He hadn't considered it that at all, it's an interesting take. "Not entirely sold then, I guess."
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"It's propaganda whether I agree with it or not, if its function is recruitment. I'm Russian. I've seen enough to know." After a pause, she arches her eyebrows and looks back up at the holographic starlight and laughs. "I guess I'm wrong to assume everyone here would have context for what it means to be Russian."
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"You got me," he admits, "My world came without the option of being Russian." But context helps, he can make a few assumptions. He strides forward slowly, experimenting for himself with passing a hand through the illusions, and looking very impressed that it isn't solid.
"Still, though, if it were really doing its job, I assume you'd think of it as... an informational overview. Knowing what to call it says a few things about the one naming it." He tosses over a friendly smile. "I'm guessing that's where being Russian comes in."
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The candid nature of the description came out fluidly, for it was hard not to draw comparisons between the rhetoric of an authoritarian state with that of an organized religion, and she had to wonder if Ashraf didn't have his own experience identifying propaganda. Perhaps that gave him too much credit for self-awareness, or maybe it demanded that a holy man might acknowledge the dubious nature of religion's belief system in a way that was unfair. Regardless, she kept going.
"Eventually, the government realized that forced cooperation was the most effective means of managing the people and the resources: they called it communism. But when I say you can't survive unless it's at someone else's expense, that goes for the government too. They have a long history of corruption, with those in power subjugating the people for their own gains while convincing them that it's in their own best interests."
She gestured up to the holograms. "Russia was a beautiful country. And we all believed in it. But people select the information they provide based on what they want you to do. ALASTAIR wants us to help fight the good fight."