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epidemiology2017-08-05 12:02 am
futurologists) wrote in epidemiology2017-08-05 12:02 am
Entry tags:
- ! event log,
- bruce wayne (dc comics),
- connor walsh (htgawm),
- davesprite (homestuck),
- fiona (borderlands),
- h.c. andersen (fate/),
- jason todd (dc comics),
- jin kung (mortal kombat),
- keith (voltron),
- lucina (fire emblem: awakening),
- lucy/nyuu (elfen lied),
- mettaton (undertale),
- oliver hampton (htgawm),
- rhys (borderlands),
- scott mccall (teen wolf),
- widowmaker (overwatch),
- wylan van eck (grishaverse)
EVENT ★ LABYRINTH III: THE ESCAPE
LABYRINTH III  The lizards, rats, and other monstrous creatures seem to be absent from this area of the maze, replaced instead by rhinoceros-sized beetles. The beetles each have a single horn protruding from the head, and their hard carapaces make them difficult to kill -- a better method might be to simply climb somewhere high and wait for the beetle to get bored. But unlike the other monsters encountered in the maze, the beetles seem to have something else on their mind beyond wanton violence: they can sometimes be found rolling massive balls of dung throughout the corridors of the labyrinth. (This might explain why the plants are so lush closer to the center.) There is little time to explore this section of the labyrinth before there's a flicker of light all around and more ALASTAIR recruits suddenly appear, most dressed in a freshly pressed uniform and carrying extra food and supplies. They have been told that the cloaking surrounding Asterion Labyrinth is so strong and complex that Oska was only able to send in a handful of recruits at once for a relief effort. In order to leave, they'll have to locate the escape mechanism that lies deep within the labyrinth; the remaining Asterion Prison correctional officers know its general location, but not precisely what it entails. All they know is that it will require technological cunning to operate and that it's heavily guarded. After five days, the portal room is found. THE PORTAL ROOM  The center of the labyrinth is a large, circular room with a raised platform in the middle. On this platform rests a circle of computer consoles surrounding another platform, on which sits an empty circular frame 2.5m (8') in diameter. This is the dormant portal, and it is now Audentes's task to turn it on and find their way back to Oska. Because the portal is not made for interdimensional travel, it must be overclocked, which will cause it to burn out and explode once it is used. In order to override the safety protocols in place to prevent such dangerous tampering, the control panels must be unlocked -- and unfortunately, the locks are all complicated puzzles, ranging from the numerical to sliding pieces into place to complete a pattern. There are many of these puzzled scattered around the portal room, and once they are all unlocked, it's a simple matter of flipping the power override switches. Ignore the dangerous humming sound and the way the frame suddenly fills with violent purple energy. That's probably normal. The new recruits have the correct coordinates to locate Oska, which has temporarily lowered its cloaking shield to allow Audentes to return. So there is a bit of a time crunch. Adding more to the difficulty of the situation is the presence of a monster lumbering around the circular portal room. Six meters (20') high, the beast is best described as a minotaur, but perhaps not in the traditional sense: while it resembles a bipedal bull, it is an amalgamation of flesh and machine with its body covered in pistons and glowing lights. One of its hands is an enormous axe and it belches fire and acid. Despite its head resembling an herbivore, the piles of desiccated bones scattered throughout the portal room tell a different story. Upon seeing the group, the minotaur charges. Mavahari, the Zymandis recruit, rushes to meet it with her sword drawn. Inmates and correctional officers do their best to fight it as well, but something becomes quickly apparent: it cannot be harmed by projectile weapons. The machinery of the beast keeps it protected from most attacks, though electricity will stun it and acid will corrode its metal. But in order to injure the minotaur, it must be stabbed between the metal plates where its vulnerable flesh remains. During the battle, the minotaur fights viciously and without regard for its own safety. The first casualty comes early: the minotaur swings its axe toward Mavahari, who is pushed out of the way by George. The axe connects with him solidly, sending him flying into the wall with a shuddering impact. George lies there still, but there's no time to mourn. The beast continues its rampage. Once the minotaur is defeated, you'll have to quickly decide what to do with the correctional officers and inmates who have followed Audentes through the Asterion Labyrinth. The overclocked portal won't hold forever, and the longer Oska leaves its cloak down, the better chance they have of being found by their enemies. OOC NOTES This log will last for six IC days: five days for exploration and one day at the center of the maze. We have also recently altered the calendar this month, so make sure you review it! IMPORTANT: Participation in the solution poll is mandatory for August AC. Failure to participate will result in an automatic strike. The only exception is for those who are exempt from August AC. The poll will close on 11 August 23:59 UTC. If you have any questions about the labyrinth that aren't answered here, please direct them to the Leramzen dossier. Questions about the game in general should be directed to the FAQ and you may submit mission ideas or player plots at any time. |
SEARCH SUBMISSIONS
You may only search one section per character. The sections do not have to be searched in order, and sections can be searched by multiple characters. If you searched in the previous log, you may search in this one too! Please note we will not be answering hypothetical questions about searches.
Section fifteen is where characters will start, and twenty-two will be searched after the battle. If you search sixteen through twenty-one, you may find anything from supplies to monsters to weapons.
Please do not sign up if you plan on being on hiatus for this log.
Search submissions must be placed by 7 August 23:59 UTC.
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[That's...certainly a voice coming out of what seems to be a young child. Keats blinks in shock for a second, before:]
Well, I think I'm rather strong. I can definitely hold myself in battle.
[He looks like a librarian that shushes you if you even say a single word in front of him. He definitely doesn't look like he could hold himself in battle.]
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rhys | ota
2 | PORTAL ROOM
3 | NETWORK
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keith | ota
Hey, wait! [The moment a recruit—either new or old—almost walks into a beetle's path, Keith moves out to catch their arm and pull them in. He certainly looks like he's spent days upon days in the labyrinth. His hair is unwashed and untidy, he probably smells a little bad, and he definitely isn't in good shape. Keith isn't injured, but he isn't someone who looks like he's done anything but live a miserable existence for the past few weeks.
Which ... in this case? Is totally fair. After all, he's been following a conspiracy that might not even matter in the end. (And given the cloaking whatever, that certainly sounds like the answer to his concerns.)
Right now, he's more concerned about keeping someone from being beetle juice. Except then the beetle starts to roll off in the distance, and Keith makes a disgruntled sound.]
... What's it doing? [As if the person whose arm is in his hand has any idea.]
ii: prototypical shounen fighting sequence
[Armed with a bayard and a few fresh meals—the latter possibly being the most important part here—Keith finds himself not thinking twice about fighting the minotaur. Is it a bad idea without all of the stuff he could have on hand? Yes. Is he going to fight the creature anyway? His name is Keith. Of course he's going to fight it.
Although he does get a few good strikes in, he comes to land hard until he manages to climb back up onto his knees. Grunting, he tries to push himself up further ... and fails.
Of course, that's when the minotaur sees prey that's easy to take down.]
Uh—can someone help? Please? [It takes a lot to ask. But he's asking. That's preferable to death.]
iii: the final countdown (of sorts)
[In time, Keith gains his bearings enough to find a wall and leans against it, head tilted forward and arms crossed. He listens to a lot of the proceedings, and it's clear that a decision needs to be made. For his part, he's struggled with the idea of criminals for a while. He's done criminal activity both here and in Woodhurst all for the name of a mission. What's apparent to him is this: criminal activity is ... difficult to discern. And for his part, he's both been on the side that some of the criminals are bad and some probably aren't.
For one thing: he isn't.
But for another: this is the kind of conversation he usually decides a path on and sticks to it.
That's more easily said than done here, so he glances at the nearest ALASTAIR person and asks,] Do you know what we're doing with all these people? [As if they know. As if they have any idea.
Keith doesn't, and it's a rare occasion where his tactless forcefulness doesn't come to play. That's partly because it's an uncomfortable scenario all in all.]
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One plus-- maybe the only plus, is that not knowing George means he can easily shift his focus back to the living, and try to ensure they stay that way. So when he hears Keith's call for help, he springs into action. Armed with his own weapon that can extend from a knife to a sword to something that can double as a grapple, he stays a safe distance away from the minotaur before he swings. A flash of blue, and ... unfortunately the weapon extends and strikes the wrist of the beast's axe-hand, but doesn't do any damage, ricocheting off the metal instead.
But at least that seems to take its immediate attention off of Keith, as it turns to Dio who ... waves at it. ]
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scott mccall | ota
[So much for a company logo. Scott had hoped that it had been something as simple as that, so when he finds out that he's wrong, he just kind of cants his head to the side and accepts it for what it is. Being a werewolf means that he has the right kind of claws to help, but he doesn't want to risk turning a minotaur into a werewolf and end up finding out that this universe doesn't work the same way his does. So, he sticks with the claws.
And with running interference. Most of his movement is swift, with him rushing in to help someone get out of the way whenever the minotaur comes in for an attack—or if someone's injured.
In either scenario, he will pause as someone is left in safety, completely unfazed by the fact that he's likely just carried another person without a struggle, and ask:] Are you okay? Do you want me to stick around?
ii: mourning George
[It was George's first mission ... and his last. Scott can't say that he had a major bond with the guy, but seeing someone who had been thrust into this scenario go out a hero like that is definitely something that gets to him. Part of that was their chat: he had been afraid that George would end up being hurt by the other members of Audentes, so he did everything he could to try to improve that. And ... he got why this was hard. He did.
At some point, he comes to kneel beside George's body to pay his respects. If anyone comes to join him, it'll be clear that Scott is genuinely bereft. When he looks up, his eyes are a little red—not in the werewolf way, but in the "I've been crying" way.]
Hey, [he'll say, voice somber.] Did you get a chance to talk with him?
iii: save everyone
[When it comes down to a question of whether to save everyone or ... give them a rather ruthless choice, Scott has strong views on the matter. From the very beginning of this little excursion to now, he's been evolving in his mindset, but one thing has been clear: he believes in saving everyone. He knows that Audentes are going to be the ones making decisions, which is why he makes a point of going around and asking a single question:]
You know we have to rescue everyone, right?
[It's not really an open-ended question. But then, Scott hadn't intended it to be.]
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the twelfth doctor | ota
ii. oh, dung
iii. section twenty-one
iv. a load of bull
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anthy himemiya | ota
ii. 'cause she found all things cold ( portal room )
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Widowmaker | OTA
[It only takes her a few moments to take in their new surroundings and make notes on what she needs to avoid here (the beetles, the acid) before she's off really looking around. This maze has gotten more bizarre the deeper they've gotten and she tries not to let her thoughts wander too far into just how big this place really is, deciding just to continue mapping it out mentally as she goes.
At least the paths she takes.
Eventually it's one such path that leads her to where she is currently, brushing dirt off her gloves and knees and contemplating the medical supplies she'd found. They're not really of any use to her, but she's not about to just leave them either.]
There certainly seems to be a lot to find here.
B. Mythology 101
[Thanks to the efforts of the officers -- and paying attention to communications between the team -- she knows her gun isn't going to help during this fight. So she opts for staying the hell out of the Minotaur's way. She doesn't exactly have a bladed weapon and even if she did she's not suicidal enough to get in that close.
Not when she's pretty sure that thing could flatten her.
Anyone fortunate to come across her as she sprints for something to use as temporary cover may be redirected in the same direction she's running.]
Unless you want to get burnt to crisp!
[Today really is not a good day.]
C. Wildcard
[Whatever suits your fancy! Of course if you'd like to set something up you can hit me up on plurk (
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Nyuu thought about leaving it there. She didn't know how to use a sword. She didn't believe that she could find it in herself to use it on someone either. But she took it anyway, realizing in the end that she would need some other way to defend herself in case no one could come to her aid. And even she had to admit, the hilt looked so lovely, twinkling from all the gems. There was no sheath included, though, so she would have to be careful.
It's as she's exiting out of her searching spot what she spots Widowmaker, easy to recognize with her unique skin tone. Nyuu didn't feel frightened by her when they were sharing the same cell on the prison, so she saw no problem with waving and yelling a greeting.]
Nyuu, nyuu!
[Ah, right... That. The blindness may had faded away before they reached this part of the maze, but her speech was still affected by the fruit. She clasps a hand over her mouth, looking embarrassed.]
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giorno giovanna | ota
ii. all lit up & i start to smile ( portal room )
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Connor Walsh | ota
[The sensation of suddenly appearing somewhere else, somewhere completely different from where you thought you were, is not one Connor is well acquainted with yet. With it comes a sharp twisting in his stomach, not for the mind-boggling physics of teleportation but out of dread for whatever comes next. He eyes the towering walls that twist out of view and swallows hard.
a. Turning to another fresh-faced recruit nearby, he asks in what would almost be a conversational tone if not for the accompanying expression, his face not so much fresh as it is pale with nerves:]
Hey, happen to have any experience in coordinating prison breaks?
[b. And when he crosses paths with a jumpsuit-clad veteran of this nonsense, he lopes over. He looks relieved to have found someone else, as if the roles of rescuer and rescued are for the moment reversed. If his demeanor alone doesn't announce his newbie status, he wearing quite plainly the uncomfortable look of one who has no idea what he's doing while vainly pretending otherwise, then the crisp black uniform should finish the job.]
I'm guessing you're who we're supposed to be rescuing here? You know, before David Bowie shows up and tries to make you his goblin queen.
( II. BATTLE )
[As the battle rages on, Connor Walsh, valiant hero that he is, can be found crouching behind a pile of the minotaur's table scraps. Strangely enough, law school has done nothing to prepare him for combat against cyborg knock-offs of mythological beasts.]
What the hell is that? God, we're so screwed...!
[His voice cracks upward, his panic so tremendous that he can't even piece together a sarcastic comment. He holds his head in his hands and his fingers tremble through his hair, fast making a mess of it. He is at present a far cry from the confident and cool man his classmates think they know. Actually, he looks like he might throw up...]
( III. WILDCARD )
[If you have another idea, send it my way! Alternatively, I can write up a custom prompt for you if you like. Contact me at
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Mettaton | OTA + closed prompts
[Do you know what makes an interesting sight?
A small, green girl riding on a large robot's shoulders. Swords are twirling around them like some medieval blender, while bolts of lightning spin out from the heart in the robot's hands and continuously strike the swords, electrifying them. Floating blocks also spin rapidly around the duo, offering as much protection as spinning blocks possibly can.
They themselves also may or may not be floating around like an obnoxious, deadly gnat. That one's on Peridot.]
Keep on them, darling! I've got you!
Well, this seems like a suitable date (closed to Keats)
Well, look who finally decided to help.
[It's a joke. Keats has been helping, just not directly at Mettaton's side. Now that he's split from Peridot, he can finally track down the violent shrimp he's dating and act like 1) he isn't worried and 2) the man had been sitting on his hands this entire time because he didn't exist in Mettaton's eye-line.
Mettaton himself is obviously exhausted. Acid has corroded away parts the beautiful chrome and pink of his body, flames have painted other spots on him a dark black. His hair is frayed. His expression, for once, is set into something serious.
He worms his way into Keats' space, summoning those rapidly spinning blocks again to protect the both of them. Above their heads comes a disco ball - it's shooting constant streams of lasers as cover.]
Let's see you on the dancefloor, eh?
Coffee & Contemplation
[He'd come to the end with a full script already in mind - George was going to crack under the pressure and fall in line with his dearest crush. He was going to betray everyone. Mettaton had steeled himself, for several days now, to take the two of them out at the slightest hint of deception. He had planned out all of the logistics: his powers would be unreliable, but he still had a gun. He would have to shoot Mavahari first, then George. He could distract them with summons or projections, to keep them from getting their bearings. He'd have to face the rest of his teammates, but it was Romeo and Juliet against the entire rest of the universe. He was picking the universe.
...and then George was dead and suddenly all of the determination to end another sentient being's life just... drained out of him.
The minotaur is dead. The team is searching, diligently, for a way to solve the puzzles and get themselves out of here.
Mettaton's never liked puzzles. He sits on the edge of the platform, swinging his legs back and forth, his eyes (well. Eye) focused elsewhere. He'd pulled out the gun, just out of habit, but now it's laying in his lap like a disinterested cat. He isn't even really holding it; he's more content to doodle little designs into his own gloves with a pink glitter pen.
At the sound of someone else entering his personal space, the robot speaks without looking.]
How do you think this maze is supposed to end? Without the secret exit, I mean. Is it all supposed to be just one, big, unsolvable death-trap? ...Ha. That seems like a sadistic waste of time, to me.
?Wildcard me!!?
TEAM DEATHFEST
Still, you have to admit what they have here is clear collaborative meepmorp action. And the fact that it slices and dices and makes electrified minotaur is part of the appeal.
Every now and then Peridot maneuvers a blade to try and strike a sensitive spot in the beast's flesh. She's already learned she can't yank the plates free- that would make this easier.]
Anything else would have gone down by now... Or at least been terrified enough to surrender. Look at us!
[Honestly, they look like some sort of very demented gem fusion that would make any Homeworld gem dissipate their form in terror. ]
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jay (the unseen) | ota
[The boy who appears out of thin air, his arms full of food and supplies, doesn't seem outwardly nervous or ruffled, although he does step forward quickly, as if to compensate for a momentary loss of balance. He scans the blue metal on the walls and the distant dung beetles with some interest, before his gaze lights on you and his mouth curves into a slight smirk.]
Ah, hello. I do believe the technical term for this is a 'rescue.'
[Who's this asshole?]
ii. portal room
[Jay can fight, although you wouldn't know it from the way he barely glances at the pitched battle forming between the minotaur and several of Audentes' finest. He makes an immediate beeline for the control panel instead, although the speed at which he dodges one of the minotaur's stray blasts of fire might be instructive.
Once there, he--stops, transfixed for a moment by the sheer complexity of the technology.]
This is incredible. Beyond anything on the Legacy, even--
[But he seems to remember himself then, turning his attention to one of the devilishly complicated control panel locks. He has enough experience with futuristic magitek not to be completely out of his element, at least.]
iii. wildcard
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His brow furrows after a moment and he inhales, smelling the food on hand. Dang, he's really hungry.]
A rescue is good. I think we needed one.
[After a beat of silence he adds (or asks:] Do you have food...?
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ii. sort of. lemme know if this is alright
it's cool!
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Katsuki Bakugou | ota
[Avoiding the beetles might be the most judicious and easy tactic, but let it never be said that Bakugou Katsuki will take the easy way out when the most efficient way involves fighting. That said, he does pick up pretty quickly that they're sturdy. But he figures, if they're like regular beetles, their undersides won't have the same tough shiny carapace. It won't be hard to witness him trying to fight one... his explosions are especially loud in these enclosed spaces.
You'll probably catch sight of it just in time to watch the kid run headlong at the beetle, ducking down to dive underneath, which would be pretty horrifying if he didn't immediately propel the front of it of him with a large explosion, flipping it onto it's back.]
Aim for the underside while it's exposed, dumbass!
[He's yelling at anyone he catches sight of before he's even back on his feet. Given he was also right next to the explosion, he looks surprisingly unharmed, though?]
2. PORTAL ROOM- PUZZLE SOLVING
[Bakugou has probably already made an impression on a lot of people whether they talked to him or not. Between exterminating beetles With Extreme Prejudice and peppering the now defeated Minotaur with explosions, if only to distract it from the people who could actually do damage, he's come off as angry and ready to fucking fight. He even got a pretty nasty axe wound in his side along with a bunch of other scuffs and bruises from the past few days.
But now he's standing here calmly working on one of the many puzzles scattered around the room. And actually making headway with it. If you watch him for long enough, he's actually solved it. He doesn't look like he needs help, but who knows. That wound might need some attending to, also.]
3. WILDCARD
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He made a motion to point to Bakugou, thinking that was where he felt that noise came from but found he pointed in the wrong direction. A mixture of dizziness from liquor and the very loud explosions set off close to him made for a cocktail that stole Ban's core balances from him. When Ban realized he was gesturing towards open air, he sleepily looked in Bakugou's direction, though it was already too late.
The beetle, though it didn't flip too far, was just close enough that it could land on him--which it did. Ban paused, holding his drink over his head so it wouldn't spill. Meanwhile, Bakugou's order went unanswered since Ban was too busy thinking about how to get up without spilling anything else.
The beetle went unattacked, wriggling on Ban's stomach, which prompted no real response from him.]
...Oi, who're you givin' commands to? [It was kind of late for that.]
What a great first impression
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PORTAL ROOM.
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lucina | ota
[ Exhaustion gnaws at her bones — it's been a long month, and an even longer mission, tugging at her stamina in different ways compared to the missions prior. At least it's over now — or most of it. The minotaur fallen, portal back up, a chance to return home. New allies. Losses, too, certainly ( she never did find Owain, and her heart constricts at the thought, while George remains dead up against the wall— ), but... she doesn't have time to think of that just yet.
Lucinas looked better, probably, Falchion sheathed and a lance, instead, keeping her upright as she hobbles around. When asked, she passes them off as a minor injury, there are other, more urgent cases to be looked after. Besides, that's not why she's here — if she spots a familiar face ( or uniforms of a familiar color ), her expression brightens to a small smile. ]
You're alright. [ Relief on her part? Reassurance for them? Who knows. Her eyes flicker over to the rest of the inmates briefly, and the smile flickers away just as quickly as it appeared. She does, however, extend her free hand out to them, in an offer to help them stand. ] Can you walk?
WILDCARD.
( just one, tiny, low-key starter because i'm getting back into the swing of things / plan to tag out!! that said i'm still happy to write closed things for people whenever, so feel free to leave a comment & i'll write up a starter for you ( or you can leave me a starter, i'm not picky ). alternatively, hit me up on pms/
for jason.
Which means, naturally, her spirits lift, even a little. It's alien-like and beautiful, even in her wary, restless mind, and while Lucina's not quite relaxed enough to stop and smell the roses— ]
... It's been some time since I have fought with one of these. [ She will stop and study the curiosities ( the skeleton she pulled the lance out of crumbled with nothing holding it up, and she grimaced a little remains. Whoops ). The weapon is nearly as tall as her, but her grip is familiar — practiced, despite the hesitance in her words. Twisting her wrist as she watches the tip of the lance move, before she points it upwards, again. The longer she holds on to it, the more she's reminded of the soldiers back home, as they marched.
Either way: ] I suppose ... it wouldn't hurt, to get back into practice. [ More as a note to herself than anything else, as her eyes wander back over to Jason. ] Once we return to Oska, of course.
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[The walls are choked with vines, there are echoing skittering sounds drifting through the air, from a distance. The way is long, and the crew (mostly) makes its way through at pace with each other as they find their way toward the center of the maze. Fanning out to canvas the corners and dig for progress—the escape mechanism that the officers had finally decided to fill them in on. Which means it's not uncommon to stumble across a teammate while searching. Say, this one. Perched on the top of a cracked and carved hunk of bluish stone and rolling a piece of (so-far-safe, hopefully) alien maze fruit thoughtfully between his hands. (The bright blue H still branded on his forehead marking him as both prisoner and murderer.) Could be he's just taking a breather. If one follows his eyes upward, it's clear he's studying an odd breakup in the patterns on the mossy walls. A few stories above ground level, a gap that's wide and tall. A deep alcove, or a passageway, perhaps—it's large enough for it, that much is clear to see from the ground. There's a flickering of blue light bouncing off the walls from deep inside. A little more regular than the little motes that surround them. Not that it means anything, on its own.
He hears his company approach, if the way he cants his head over toward the ground is any indication. But without looking back down, just yet—]
What d'you think?
[Any of it seem escape-mechanismy to you? Of course, it's hard to see much from all the way down here, so there's only one real way to find out. Or maybe he's just making conversation.]
puzzle room/minotaur baiting.
[Later, after the escape mechanism has actually been found, things move much more quickly. (Guarded by a space-minotaur, that just figures. Almost too on the nose, tbh.)
Bullets don't faze the thing, which becomes clear pretty quickly. Luckily, there are some heavier hitters on the team and among the inmates that are happy to keep the big bad busy and at bay. So he figures he'll be better use trying to crack the codes and get them out of here.
Easier said than done. He's partway through fitting the complex workings of a puzzle-lock into place when he has to duck a gout of greenish acid as it comes flying out of the fray. It spatters against a wall and corrodes pits and pockmarks into the stone, just beyond the space where his head would have been. The good news is that he'd gotten out of the way in time. The bad news is the pieces of the puzzle he'd fit into place have fallen back into locked disarray the moment he'd stepped away from them. Maybe the solo approach isn't going to work, here.]
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(alternately wildcard me or tag me here with a preference (maze exploring/camping/monstering/puzzle-room/aftermath/idk) and I'll write you a more character-specific starter. brief this time, as I'm still recovering from work hell, thanks for bearing with me, friends.)
maze
When he sees someone standing in the path ahead of him, he jogs over to the figure, plainly favoring one leg over the other. Then he tries to trace the trajectory of this guy's upward gaze, peering at the sheer face of the wall.]
What is it? Do you see something?
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U.S.A | ota, new arrival
B
It's troublesome that her speech is still messed up from eating the fruit in the maze, but Nyuu's been able to get by with text. Except she doesn't know the name of this person, so she doesn't know what name to search for in the username directory in order to send a one-on-one text.
So, she slowly mouths:]
What. Is. Your. Name?
[She just hopes that he understand her.]
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Sakura Kinomoto l Cardcaptor Sakura
Vines (Search):
[Sakura is exploring, finally, slowly, getting closer to the center of the maze when she spots something catch the light, amid some vines. She can't quite tell what they are without getting closer, which, of course, requires her climbing and swinging on the vines to get to them. To find they are a collection of throwing knives. She assumes someone might have lost them perhaps, from their recruits? So she climbs further across to get more, hoping to collect all of them just in case.
Only....to end up perhaps a little stuck herself. The vines entangling around Sakura herself when she reaches for the last one of the twelve she spotted. The way the vines restrict her prevents her from reaching for her necklace or cards to help use Sword to cut at them. Which leaves her pretty defenseless in such a position. But not enough that she can't call out for help.]
Wildcard:
[ooc: If you have any other ideas for the last of their time in the labyrinth, just hit me up! I just figured I should actually throw that up with the results of her searching the area.]
Portal:
Puzzles:
I...probably know more on computers than some of the recruits but....I'm still not sure on some of this?
[She's always been more athletic than one good with tech. That is more Tomoyo's thing, really. Which she then shares with Sakura in regards to calling her, recording her or taking photos or such. It's one thing to use a computer to type up homework or research for it. But this isn't quite so simple, is it?]
Monster Fight:
[Thankfully, her staff and cards seem fine even with everything with the labyrinth, enabling her to help against the minotaur. Her shield card helps against the acid and fire. And seeing as the guns and projectiles don't seem to be working, she doesn't bother with her bow, instead using the Sword card to transform her staff, to use that to attack instead. Which puts her right up in the creature's space, of course.
She can't help pausing though, when she sees George get in the way to save Mavahari, eyes widening as her free hand raises to cover her mouth.]
George-san?!
[But just because one of their own is down for the count in the moment, doesn't mean there isn't still the creature to deal with, unfortunately.]!
Vines;
So, he just watched in silence until it got really bad. Then, he chimed in.]
...Need a hand?
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Sieglinde Sullivan | pm/plurk for a prompt
for loki
But it never happened. It was easier not to, to focus on the next work, the next puzzle, on surviving, on the fresh pains of loss. And then it had been so long it became harder to bring it up, to say such things, and she has the emerald brooch in her hand that serves as her magitech but the words don't come out well.
What sends is,]
Do you know who Hans Christian Anderson is?
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HAYAME | pm/plurk for a prompt
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Ban | OTA
[For a moment, Ban was surprised to see new faces come in out of nowhere. He had gotten used to the sour-faced inmates and the apprehensive correctional officers, each with their various concerns and desires which had no obligation to benefit Audentes. Having new folks coming in looking to help the group was a breath of relief but, as far as gestures of thanks went, Ban was terrible in terms of reciprocation. Instead of pushing himself to help solve the problem as swiftly as possible, he slowed down to a relaxing pace and settled in with his flask and the stolen liquor still held in his bag of holding.
More equipped for laziness and a blase disposition, Ban sidled up next to new recruits and old recruits, pointedly stroking his beard while making a few simple observations. Unlike the entire crowd around them, he was the only one who actually managed to stink of liquor. He would keep the bag of holding as a nice little secret--enjoying the nature of the mystery behind the rude drunk.]
Why do you think they sent everybody down to us, directly? Figure we're short on time but reconnaissance seems like somethin' you should invest in.
'Course, I'm just a wise old man--what do I know~? [More importantly, he was just mostly a mean drunk.]
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Minotaurs and Port-holes
[The moment the group came into the room, Ban had been wearing his usual slackened expression with a mixture of boredom and emotional displacement--up to a point. When he took the time to evaluate the gigantic figure in the middle of the room, throwing fire and acid and swinging a massive axe around in wide, destructive arcs, he couldn't help but light up with excitement. Out of nowhere, he screamed:]
Woah! That guy's mine! Dibs on that guy!
[So, he bum rushed the thing with his explosively wide grin ripping across his face as a stark contrast to the dull mood he had earlier. With a solid thud, Ban jumped up and punched the minotaur in the middle of one of its swings, sending the creature careening into the ground, shaking the room with the rough equivalent of a sonic boom. Excitement dwindled to disappointment as Ban landed on the ground, figuring the fight was over before it already began. He turned back to the crowd and leveled a sigh, giving one bicep a gentle little tap before he opened his mouth to gloat--]
Ahhhhn, nevermiiiind. ♪ I guess this guy was actually just a pushover. Here I was, getting excited over--
[As if summoning a counterpoint from thin air, Ban realized suddenly that he was airborne a split hair before he smashed headlong into a wall. A trail of blood followed him as the minotaur hammered into him from the side, almost completely imitating Ban's sucker punch from before. Broken bones repaired themselves as skin and muscle grafted back together, forcing Ban's body back into the shape it was before. The surprised expression he wore from just after he had gotten knocked across the portal room dulled into an irritable frown once he was back on his feet. The lovely prisoner jumpsuit he had been wearing was in tatters.]
Way to make my eat my own wo-- [A flashing console at his side stopped Ban mid-sentence, though not as harshly as the minotaur's charge. The presence of what looked to be a digital dial with a series of puzzles on its surface prompted him to brief silence before, unfortunately, he continued speaking.]
Wait.
...Is this a game room or something? I thought this was the portal room.
[He looked up from the console at the last possible moment--just as the butt of a gigantic axe sent him to the other side of the room in a very unoriginal sequel to the first swing. Ban sat up, cursing out at the minotaur as his body stitched itself back up.] Give me a second, asshole!
Minotaurs
She had her back pressed flat against the wall and was grasping the hilt of her sword with both hands when Ban was knocked into the wall a few feet away. She flinched from the loud noise and slowly took a glance at the freshly made crater. As Ban arises, she nearly fails to recognize him due to the beard, but when she does, she gasps.
She's not complaining, but how could he survive such a blow?
And then her eyes latch onto a part of his body that's... healing itself?
Still unable to speak, Nyuu rushes over to see if he was really okay, eyes full of worry.]
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Lucy/Nyuu | PM for custom starters
Twisted Fate
Nyuu had tried everything she could think of to awaken Lucy. Putting herself in the minotaur's path only to dive out of the way at the last second; asking people to hit her in the head... Her heart was beating so fast right now she thought it might burst through her ribs and out of her chest. The adrenaline was coursing through her veins so strongly that she was trembling, or perhaps that was the fear settling in the pit of her stomach, turning her sweat cold.
Her sword hit the ground with a clang as she hunched over herself, digging her fingernails into her scalp, eyes wide and brimming with tears. What was wrong with her? She actually wanted Lucy to come out? The real murderer responsible for the blue XX symbol she had to bear on her forehead?
Nyuu screwed her eyes shut as she tried to concentrate on summoning that power herself, all the noise around her growing distant.]
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Pannacotta Fugo | OTA + Closed Prompts
[Within the deepest confines of the Asterion labyrinth, an epic battle of intense proportions rages on. Not between Audentes or any of the monsters roaming about, mind you. This is a very personal matter between two of the enormous beetles wandering the twisting corridors of the maze. They're fighting over a truly enormous ball of dung, which one beetle happened to be rolling down the hall when its opponent, tired of scratching futilely at the wall to try and get a pair of gangly teenagers that it chased up there, spotted an opportunity to make something good come out of this situation and steal it.
Fugo--(and Giorno, who is lightly snoring from where he's passed out in Fugo's lap; it's his turn to sleep and Fugo's turn to keep watch)--is completely uninvolved. He's just spectating, really, from his position wedged high up in one of the many crevices in the walls. He swings his legs back and forth and idly cards his fingers through Giorno's hair to carefully pull out some of the tangles as one beetle, no lie, somehow manages to flip the other over and send it flying. It lands with a tremendous crash, legs waving about in a daze while it picks itself up again, before it recovers and, undeterred, charges back towards the ball and its foe.
Neat.]
Did you know, [Fugo remarks, in his usual form of non-sequitor greeting to anyone else trying to avoid the fight by joining him up in the crevice,] that scientists on Earth discovered dung beetles used the stars to navigate? Specifically the Milky Way.
[What. No. That's bullshit. That can't be a real science fact. Why does he know that? What kind of nerd knows that.]
ii. professor layton intensifies
[After the minotaur--(he knew it was going to be a fucking robot, he just knew it)--has been stabbed, hacked at, and otherwise smashed into a pile of sparking rubbish, Fugo decides to make himself useful by taking a crack at one unlocking a control panel so they can get the hell out of here.
He expects to run into a password. Something requiring a keycard, maybe. Instead it's--]
Are you fucking kidding me. [Displayed on the monitor is ... there are no words for it. It's just sudoku. Space sudoku, helpfully translated by his magitek. Thanks, magitek.] Who has time for this? What if they actually needed access to this panel? Who builds security systems around puzzles?
[Fugo makes a sound of deep aggravation, laces his fingers together to irritably crack them, and... just gets at it. Because if anyone should have to deal with this stupid sudoku puzzle, it should at least be someone who can solve it sooner rather than later. God. What a shitty security system. Space jail is literally the worst.]
iii. wildcard me intensifies
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Closed Prompts
Hayame
There's no time to worry about that now though. The insect is charging again and he needs to figure out how to approach it. There's no way his knives will pierce the outer shell and his mind is going a mile a minute trying to figure out how to get to the underbelly while simultaneously avoiding being trampled.
(He does have one other weapon on him, but he will only use it as a last resort. He doesn't know how it works and now is not the time to try and figure it out.)
Damian takes a leap at the beetle managing to sink his knife deeply into one of its legs, but the bug seems unaffected and it kicks out at Damian, throwing him into the nearest maze wall. It's entirely possible that he may be in over his head and in need of assistance.]
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Luckily (perhaps) for Damian... he's not alone in that tunnel. Altruism is not one of Hayame's better traits, perhaps not even one of her traits at all, but at the sound of a scuffle she can't ignore it for the danger it might soon present to her. She's off at a canter, rounds the corner and spots the beetle, spots a potential victim without yet identifying it... and befofe the beetle can turn to inspect its prey, she reaches into her quiver and has an arrow notched... and fired straight at the only soft part of it she can see.
Its eye.]
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