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epidemiology2018-05-12 07:48 pm
futurologists) wrote in epidemiology2018-05-12 07:48 pm
Entry tags:
- ! plot,
- 9s (nier automata),
- andromache (the old guard),
- daenerys targaryen (asoiaf),
- jason grace (camp half-blood chronicles),
- jester (critical role),
- keith (voltron),
- khada jhin (league of legends),
- korra (legend of korra),
- laphicet (tales of berseria),
- odinson (marvel comics),
- rey (star wars),
- veronica lodge (riverdale)
EVENT ▸ RESCUERS DOWN UNDER
RESCUERS  Tensions are high in the Democratic City-State of Drakstaden. It's been two days since the infiltration of the Broadcasting Station, where a secret recording of the Prime Minister laying out plans to enslave the lower classes was broadcast to the entire city -- leading to a number of bystanders, Ophelia, and Rost to get arrested and thrown in prison. Of course, no one's useful to the resistance effort behind bars, so Rost makes contact and explains that they've been spending the past two days planning a prison break -- and it's time to put it in action. ▸ VAKDIR PRISON  The infiltration group will need members familiar with technology who will be able to use -- and if necessary, manipulate -- the Vakdir security tech. Stealth and speed are of the essence, as being caught could blow the entire operation. It’s possible there will be run-ins with stray Vakdir who will need to be dispatched quickly and quietly, then hidden; fighters who specialize in guns, explosives, or other loud weaponry might want to join the other group. The distraction group will have to busy the Vakdir on guard duty and, in the worst-case scenario, take them out before they can investigate or stop the break-in. Good conversationalists are required, but good fighters are necessary, too. Most importantly, creative minds who can think on their feet and get themselves out of tight spots are ideal for the distraction group. The main Vakdir security is positioned in the lobby near the entrance and around the perimeter of the building. The minimum number of guards at any given area is two; the Vakdir do guard duty in groups. The most important thing while there are no alarms going off is to keep the guards busy and in place -- you don’t want them heading back and finding a group of infiltrators. Whatever it takes to keep them there! Each guard is a different person and has a different personality, so what works for one may not work for another. If an alarm goes off -- when an alarm goes off, since one does near the end of the operation -- it’s time to pull out all the stops. This is when it likely gets violent, unless you’re particularly persuasive. The security camera footage will be deleted and the released inmates won’t be taking any prisoners themselves, so no one will be left to remember your face; don’t worry about becoming a fugitive. The infiltration part is a little trickier. Brynja knows the location of an alternate entrance, but it's locked. The only hope is a small, impossibly high window. Looks like you’ll have to do some teamwork! With some standing on each other’s shoulders -- and a good lookout -- someone will be able to drop in through the window (watch your landing!) and unlock the door from the inside. Unluckily, one of the first obstacles they’ll run into is a retina scanner. Luckily, a few of those retinas are nearby... some Vakdir officers have accidentally stumbled upon the team. They’re unprepared, but armed; take them out quickly, before they can alert anyone. Once they’re out, you can hold them up to the retina scanner. The door to the holding cells is the next obstacle. It appears there’s a password, one that changes daily if the TODAY’S PASSCODE IS... is any indication. For a moment, it looks like they’re out of luck, before a prompt pops up: WOULD YOU LIKE A HINT? If pressed, it will bring up the following hint: 6Eventually, someone’s bound to figure it out -- the answer is 132116111221; each number describes the number before it. In this case, one three, two ones, one six, one one, one two, and two ones. Once inside, it’s up to inventors to hack the locks or bruisers to brute force their way in. Either way, free the prisoners! Yes, all of them -- not only are most of them probably locked up for bogus charges, but the more people on your side, the better your chances are for winning not just this battle, but the war. Once they’re all free, it’s time to lead them all back the way you came so nobody trips an alarm. Except... everyone’s a little bit worked up about being freed and running amok. And it looks like someone just tripped an alarm all on their own. Well, no one said it would be easy! ▸ DISCUSSION  With the sudden surge in criminal and treasonous behavior, the entire city has gone on lockdown. There is now a curfew in place: everyone must be in their homes by an hour after sunset, which, given the short daylight hours on this part of the planet, means citizens only have ten hours per day of freedom. This curfew applies to the rebels of Rost and Ophelia, of course, though with your combined resources, you should be able to find a way to get around it and continue your work throughout the city, whatever that may be. Still, things are bad. And despite the combined efforts of Rost and Ophelia, things keep getting worse; Rost worries that the Vakdir will increase its efforts to root them out, pulling innocent citizens into the thick of everything and bringing the lower class ever closer to the Prime Minister's planned subjugation. Purple-haired Rost agent Froken stops by the hotel one day before curfew, surreptitiously letting Ophelia know they're ready to do whatever it takes to finish this once and for all; Rost is prepared to hear any suggestions that Ophelia may come up with, trusting them as experts in this matter (whether or not that's true for the individuals in the guild). But first, you'll need to discuss what to do. ▸ OOC NOTES This log takes place over one day, with the next log beginning two weeks later. Get ready to get serious! Please note: due to a dip in activity, we have shifted some plot points, combining this log and the next. The next planned !plot log on 26 May will be the final log of this mission. If you have questions about this log or the mission, please direct them to the dossier. Questions about the game in general can be directed to the FAQ. ▸ Up now:
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Here, she doesn't, but she stands up anyway and waves a hand to begin:]
The people upstairs are drinking the Prime Minister is Awesome Kool-Aid. [She pauses, realizing that not everyone knows what Kool-Aid is. What a reference to miss.] Regardless of whether it's a good idea, everyone is utterly sold on his actions, and they don't care. I thought this was odd given the ... shift in things following the merger, so I checked back with HQ. Well, that merger happened years ago here. They've had time to pull the wool over their eyes. We have to consider that in whatever decisions we make today.
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Our objective is to remove corruption, and not simply the prime minister himself. If all you do is remove the leader, you will damn this society to chaos and collapse.
Whether or not the prime minister is mad is irrelevant -- the rest of society has become accustomed to control, and its removal will incite panic. The destitude will seek to consume privledged, and vice versa.
[And then there's the Vakdir -- but he'll come back to that. Rey has already proposed an idea that he happens to agree with, but that he doesn't want to voice.]
To that end, how do we plan to fill the vacuum once it has engaged? I advise against appointing anyone in the rebel cell.
[Because: obviously.]
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keith | ota
[When it comes to breaking and entering, Keith has had luck on his side in the past. Having the right DNA for breaking into things in his home universe helped. Here, it's a little different, so he knows he can't just press his hand up against something and make it work in his favor.
For his part, he's been working on being stealthy for his own personal mission—to be Robin Hood, that is—but he also knows that he has to do that here. When it comes to moving on, Keith turns toward his teammates and says,]
I can scout on ahead. See if anyone's coming. ...Don't assume I'm doing this just to go alone. I can't take them all out myself.
[That last little disclaimer? Because he's heard it before.]
But if one of you want to come with—well. Be my guest.
ii. numbers?
Uhhhh. [While Keith has arrived in his Blade of Marmora suit, he has the mask set to off, so everyone can see his face ... complete with his utterly and completely confused expression. Number sequences aren't his strong suit. Trying to get through won't be easy, and he doesn't have any answers. Because he's bad at this.]
Do you think they'll lock us out if we keep guessing?
iii. the rescue part of it all
[If there was ever a time to overreact, this would be one of them. Keith had told Hayame they would make sure this was a calculated risk, and some part of him feels like he needs to make good on that. As it turns out, there's a different risk involved ... the risk of saving everyone. He starts going through the cells, uncertain at first, but he looks over his shoulder at a teammate.]
If we get more out, that'll be more people they have to find. Right? It's not stupid to let them out there.
[There isn't a question posed at the end of what he says, but it's a little bit implied. Hayame isn't the only person he talked to about this at length, and he wants to make sure they're making the right decision.]
iv. wildcard
[Keith will be wildly breaking curfew, doing whatever he wants, and probably trying to get people back home from being out too long. Chide him for taking a risk or be nearly caught with him. The sky's the limit, even if they can barely see it in Drakstaden.]
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[ She shakes her head, looking — well, frustrated. Zari had only narrowly gotten her to not use the strategy of "break the lock with a lightsaber to get through it" earlier, and now there's some kind of code? That's not promising for her self control — especially not when she knows on the other side of that door is Finn, Ben, and Hayame. ]
I'm no good at this. I don't even know where to start. [ She looks over at him. ] Is there supposed to be a pattern?
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ANYWAY. ]
Yeah, definitely. Chaos is what we're going for here. Maybe they can wrangle the couple of us that got locked up, but they can't control everyone. I say we do it.
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veronica lodge | ota
[How did Veronica get a cat suit? Well, let's say it was probably available on the upper levels as some kind of costume for an event, and she had purchased it because it felt like it might be necessary. Why is she wearing it here? Because Veronica Lodge doesn't do things halfway. If she's going to be involved in a jailbreak, she's going to be properly attired.
So, of course she's ready to go. It's important to add important things to her wardrobe. Very necessary.]
Let's go chat us up some corrupt officers. Honestly, I don't expect this to go well, but I'm not sitting this one out.
[Anyone may have noticed that she skipped the Broadcasting field trip. This time, they need someone who can talk their way out of trouble. Or at least be annoyingly forthright until someone punches their targets in the face.]
Does anyone have a taser? In case I need to slow our targets down.
ii. curfew sucks
[As much as Veronica might wish to daringly leave the hotel and risk being caught on the streets, she instead finds herself sitting in the lobby, antsy because she can't. They haven't even been here that long, and she's already tired of dim and dreary land. There are other reasons for that, but those are kept private.
She flops back dramatically on one of the couches, head landing perfectly on a pillow.]
I really want to pin all the problems with this world on this enforced vitamin D deficiency. I think that would make a solution easier.
[Than what's in front of them. Veronica isn't one to make light of what's happening, so she's more lamenting that it isn't simple. A shame, really.]
In the meantime, though, I believe we may need to come up with drinking games to pass our long hours of nothingness. Anyone in?
iii. wildcard
[Veronica will be getting out for the ten hours of the day, trying to see what surveillance is out there, but she's anxious about being caught, so that's a thing. Otherwise, she'll just be antsy in the hotel.]
ii
Turn on the TV to a random channel, then drink every time it drools all over the Prime Minister. We'll be blackout drunk in no time.
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It's not the suggestion of a game that draws him closer to Veronica's couch, so much as the mention of drinking. It's likely a poor idea when he feels like this, but when has that ever stopped him before? ]
If you're in need of more alcohol, I have some that I would be willing to donate to a worthy cause.
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i (we have so many threads but I can't not)
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rey | ota
LYING LOW
infiltration - a }
Whoa, whoa - this is my thing, remember? Let me see if I can hack it first.
[Before an alarm goes off and they find themselves with more company than they would like. She doesn't reach out to grab Rey to stop her, because she doesn't want to lose an arm in the process, but she does hold up her hands in a "stop" gesture.]
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Infiltration - B
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infiltration - b
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wildcards this shit
you thought i was joking about this but i wasn't
oh no, i knew.....i knew.....
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infiltration - a
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urahara kisuke ⚛ ota
𝐢. 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫
[Despite putting on a good show of not wanting to do much with his own Roomba side-mission, Urahara, with the sort of grim acceptance of a man going to the gallows, decided he should probably take this part of the mission seriously too.
It's times like this he wishes he still had his cloak, but the all-black clothing looks more commonplace- inasmuch as a person stalking through the prison and eliminating guards can look. That's his primary focus as someone who can dispatch quietly, and he's unrecognizable with his head and most of his face covered. The only thing even noteworthy is that he still has his cane.
He's in the middle of that right now, his blind spot unprotected so he doesn't notice anyone coming up on him as he rams an arm up against the Vakdir's neck, cutting off his air and making it impossible for him to speak or call out. The next strike hits him behind his knees, bringing him down onto the ground, and only then does Urahara realize he's being observed. Before he can fully process who is standing before him, he shifts into a defensive stance, prepared to unleash a series of spells meant to bind and silence before it occurs to him that it's not a Vakdir.
And only then does he shift into a more relaxed stance and pull the hood off his head and the collar down to show his full face.]
You know... It's very dangerous to sneak up on someone like that.
𝐢𝐢. 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐠𝐥𝐲- 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭
[Well... The best laid plans always fail at some point. With the prisoners rescued and the alarm set, things are a little less subtle than Urahara would like, and that's the point where he'd rather make a hasty exit than get caught up in this clusterfuck. He contributed, and now he'd like to leave.
Except he can't- for many reasons- but let's pretend the main one is that he's grown as a person, even if all that "growing as a person" he did back home was thoroughly exhausting.
As such, he and another guildmate have blocked in a small group of Vakdir to keep them from running after the freed prisoners. It's got kind of a Butch and Sundance vibe in a way.
Unfortunately for Butch and Sundance, neither one of them was an anime character. Urahara, true to form, seems to be lamenting this as one would lament a lack of cream filled pastries in the break room.]
I was hoping this was going to go smoothly, you know?
[Guess this fight sequence might as well happen.]
Ｂ． ＬＯＣＫＤＯＷＮ
𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞
[Urahara has all but moved into the Rost Headquarters and it's easy to see why- the room he once shared with Sieglinde for this mission is now devoid of both of them, though one for a different reason than the other. The news of her going home was a bittersweet one, easily put aside for more important matters as it wasn't as sudden a departure as some have been in the past.
Still... He understands her feelings now of having been with one team or another for so long that you've seen the comings and goings of too many people, and the odd ache that comes with it. It'll be compartmentalized before long, but for now there's so many frustrating aspects of the current mission that indulging a little melancholy seems like a relief in comparison.
It would be nicer if he hadn't purchased some horrendously cheap alcohol that has a disgusting fishy aftertaste that he's downing in honor of Sieglinde's continued success in her own world and as a reminder of that bottle of alcohol they shared in the desert of Perdition's Rest back when they first met.
The Perdition's Rest alcohol was so, so much better. This is what he gets for indulging nostalgia.]
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[ Rey, for her own part, has avoided alcohol since the wedding. It was a really rough night, and she woke up hungover and feeling pretty ashamed of herself for it. Probably because her parents sold her for booze and then drank themselves to death. But who's counting? Anyway, she's not looking to join him is the point. ]
But you should bring it with you so we can get going before the curfew hits. We don't have much light left.
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Jason Grace ⛈ OTA
[After having worked with the group that infiltrated for getting the chips into the Roombas, Jason was done with infiltration for awhile. This seemed a lot more straightforward and possibly more dangerous, but most importantly it tapped into both of this skills as a Negotiator and a natural fighter. Besides, if anyone could get out of a tight space it was a kid that could fly.
He looked over to the person he’d been partnered with for this particular part of the mission.]
Are you ready? This isn’t likely to be easy.
B. Distraction: Sound the Alarm
[When alarms start to go off Jason doesn’t seem very surprised. It was just how these things went, wasn’t it? He sighed.]
We still need to buy them some time. Ready to pull out all the stops?
[He doesn’t wait for an answer, instead turns his sights skyward. It’s really time to get flashy now and he’s going to cause the biggest distraction yet. There had been rain for days, which meant while it wasn’t a full on storm it had the makings for one. He just had to focus and...the sky above rumbled. It took another second, but then there was a brilliant flash of light striking one of the guard towers nearby. This was, of course, followed by a loud boom. Thunder after the lightning strike so close by. The power in the guard tower failed and a different alarm started going off: fire. It’s likely he’d caused an electrical surge in the tower.
Jason took a step back. Well...that should get them some kind of attention.]
Let’s go.
C. Teenagers and Curfews
[Despite the prison break, morale didn’t seem any higher than it had been a few days ago. Jason was more restless than ever, perhaps because he was told NOT to do something. He found himself wandering the halls or hanging out in the lobby. With little to do, Jason had scrounged up some paper and a pencil and appeared to be doodling on the couch in the lobby. Better to stay focused than go stir crazy right?]
B. abandons one of your characters at some point and runs into another ig??
But then Jason goes and does that, and Urahara's focus on the battle fades away just a bit as he stares.]
... That's far more than just clever tricks with wind, Jason-san.
I mean that works? A jailbreak is chaotic
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Hayame | OTA
[There is a shame that comes with being rescued that Hayame will have to come to terms with, just like she will have to swallow the truth of the matter that without her natural form... she is exactly the sort of weak she has always reviled in others. But that will come later, when she is not sneaking like a rat from the Vakdir headquarters in a hodgepodge group of Rost and Hathaway agents, clutching a broken hand to her chest and a commandeered baton from one of the downed guards in her other, teeth grit against the pain of movement, doing her best to be quiet, to not be a burden-
But there comes a point that she begins to lag behind. Has to stop, somewhat green beneath the pallor and cold sweat of low fever, grip white-knuckled on the baton in her remaining good hand. Just a moment- once the hallway stopped twisting- once she stopped imagining Vakdir boots down every hall. (Though that one... maybe it isn't just her paranoia.)]
０２ ↣ 頼みたくないだが ↣ HEALER REQUIRED
SENT FROM: QUICKFISH
I require one of you healers who work sorcery. The sort that makes injuries as if they never happened.
For your services, you will name a price to which I can agree, and you will not shirk receiving it. I will not hear otherwise.
Carry on.
０３ ↣ 革命屋 ↣ LAYING LOW;
[Once she returns to the hotel, to the room she had been in what seems like a terribly long time ago, Hayame is quick to pry the ring from her finger that keeps her human shape. There had been no privacy (and no dignity) in the cells of the Vakdir, and though she liked to think that if she had been in her proper form... those were mere thoughts, and they were not reality no matter how she wishes it so.
But for a time, she cannot abide the two legs that she blames for her weakness, and so she remains at the hotel, recovering and keeping her hands busy. The technology is beyond her, and her face is known to the Vakdir- she cannot leave easily even if she wished to.
She can be found in the room she has commandeered, either looking through a sheaf of handwritten papers covered in Japanese text with a look of frustration on her face, waxing bowstrings, or... sleeping, standing up in the corner of the room, arms crossed and eyes closed. Even when discussions begin... she is still there. In Hanabira she had felt entitled to speak, felt she should- but here... she does not know enough to do so.
Hayame awaits orders instead.]
０４ ↣ 鬼札を引く ↣ WILDCARD
[If there's already several replies to a prompt or you'd like a custom starter, just hit me up via comment or at
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Majima turned the corner, his usual tantō replaced for now with a powered violet blade, which he lowered when he spotted her. To say Hayame didn't look good was an understatement; he didn't need to glance at her broken hand to tell that much.
He took out a small flask, popped it open, offered it to her. Inside was the tea with mild regenerative effects that he'd received in the last world as a reward. ]
From Hanabira. It's tea, supposed to make ya feel better.
[ His hope was that she wasn't going to argue with him when time was so of the essence here, but it was Hayame they were talking about. ]
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Amado Tsukayama | ota
A)
Hrghf.
[Amado lays a shoulder into the door, again. Yeah, still locked.]
Yeah, we ain't opening this without making a lot more noise than we want to. [He looks around and his eyes spot...that high-ass window. He looks...unenthused. But, they don't have much of a choice. He walks over and stands under the window. He glances over in his fellow agent's direction and beckons them over.]
Alright. Get on my shoulders. I'll boost you up and you can go in the window.
B)
Heads up!
[Amado was standing by the retina scanner, not knowing nearly enough about this kinda thing to do anything more than stand by and twiddle his thumbs. When he realizes they've got company, he quickly gets focused again. Priority one: Keep the cops off of the tech-y people. Priority two: Don't get stunned. Luckily, both of those things can be accomplished by KOing the lot of them. It's just a happy coincidence that that's what he's been wanting to do for a while now.
He lets the bruisers in the group take the initiative. If one of them's having trouble with a Vakdir, he won't hesitate to jump in and start throwing hands himself, trying to wrench away their stun weapons. If he sees a Vakdir trying to catch someone by surprise, he'll summon his shield around them, letting the stun weapon bounce off and knock out its attacker. He just doesn't think he'll ever get tired of that.
Either way, eventually, once things have settled down, he helps himself to a stun baton. He looks it over, then at its unconscious former owner.]
Sorry if this comes out of your paycheck, dude, but I'm keepin' it.
C)
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[Once they've made it to the door to the holding cells, Amado is worried that they're screwed -- they didn't get any passcode from the Rost, did they? But, oh, a hint. Great! That should be easy to figure ou-
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He stares at the sequence of numbers for a good minute or so. He opens his mouth to say something. It just kind of hangs open for a second. Eventually, he shakes his head and looks at his fellow agent.]
I got nothin'.
2) Curfew
This effin' sucks.
[If there's one thing Amado really can't stand, it's being cooped up. Being stuck in the Hotel Drakstaden for more than half of the day because of this goddamn curfew really isn't sitting well with him. It feels like they should've struck blows against the Prime Minister in the broadcast tower and the prison, but things just keep getting worse, anyway. He's been wracking his brain trying to think of what their next course of action should be. At this point, a few days into the curfew, it's just giving him a headache.
After he gets tired of sulking, he glances over in another agent's direction.]
....know anything good on TekFlex?
3) Wildcard!!!
[Bounties, other stuff during infiltration, sneaking around outside during curfew? Anything else you might wanna do, put it here! If you want a custom starter, lemme know!]
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[ At least they could get out ten hours a day, which was more freedom than Majima had ever enjoyed unwatched for the past two years. It also helped that he'd had the enormously satisfying opportunity to victimize some Vakdir. Sneaking around, flying under the radar... all that was fine, for a time. Ultimately, though, he preferred some good, old-fashioned violence to tide him over every once in a while.
Majima had a bottle of whatever passed for whiskey in Drakstaden in one hand; he raised it as he approached Amado. ]
Feel like a drink? Have to go down for glasses, though.
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Adrian "Alucard" Ţepeş | OTA
[There are some meager options, at least in Alucard's opinion. He's encountered the Vakdir many times, enough that his face is well known among them. It is possible to probably pull them into conversation, but he wonders how long that would go on for ultimately.
He can manage a bit of silver tongue, but he's not an expert trickster like Loki nor is he eloquent and as quick-witted as Veronica.
So as he approaches the guards in the front, they call out to him:
Stop! State your business.
Alucard simply peels back his hood and glares at the Vakdir.]
I come for your lives.
[They know his face. How could they not?
A group of the Vakdir scramble to run after Alucard, and swiftly he exits, drawing them down a corridor.]
❧ II. curfew
[A strange, backwards situation for him. It is daylight that he doesn't normally step out into, but instead they all must be trapped inside by dusk.
Alucard has settled into the hotel once more, looking outside the window with a frown deeply etched into his face as he ponders their situation. No matter how hard they work, there is no simple resolution to it all.
When he hears you approach, he doesn't turn away. Instead, he simply asks:]
Knowing what we know now, what action would you propose us to take to help these people?
[It troubles him so.]
❧ III. wildcard
[Let me know if you want a specific prompt, or pick one yourself!]
ii.
Well- it's a normal amount of food when you weigh half a ton. And the only thing that was regularly getting her out the door and into that two-legged shape again.
On her way back to her room is when she encounters Alucard. Actually considers for a moment if she could avoid him- but she cannot. And he speaks to her, forcing her to stop. To consider answer.]
I await my orders. I have no design on proposing that which I do not understand.
[This world wasn't like Hanabira. She didn't feel she understood these people and the way they lived, the way they interacted with each other. Not enough to feel comfortable among them, and not enough to deign decide what they should do with themselves.]
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2B / ota
[ People who have talked to 2B have probably heard it straight from her lips: stealth isn't her thing. She's a war machine, in spite of appearance, and she's designed to slam into enemy forces like a wrecking ball, not sneak past their front lines and stab them in the back. There is something that she's certain she'd be worse at than stealth, however, and that's trying to distract the guards by engaging them in small talk. She'll take her chances with the infiltration group. For the most part, she remains quiet, following the lead of any human characters in the group - though she's acclimated to the society here for the most part, she still feels most comfortable obeying humanity. Or, at least, more compelled to do so.
When they get to the high window, however, she speaks up, turning to anyone who seems incapable of reaching it standing nearby. She's without her blindfold, which makes it that much easier to see that she's entirely serious when she speaks. ]
I can throw you up there.
[ strategy. ]
II / PRISON BREAK
[ typically, she was the one coming after "criminals," not coming to their rescue; the irony isn't entirely lost on her when they reach the prisoners. She's heard that they're rescuing literally everyone in here, regardless of who they are or where they come from. But if anything, that just makes the job easier.
2B falls squarely on the bruiser side of things. The first cell door she sees becomes her target, and, without delay, she raises a leg and delivers a loud, clanging kick to the area around the lock. To her surprise, the door doesn't fly off of its electronic hinges or crumple - although it does now have a large, stiletto-shaped dent in it. ]
... Hm.
[ she stands there pondering for a moment, but, really, there's one solution that seems more efficient than the others. And that is to try and kick the door again. If you're in a cell, prepare to be rudely awakened. If you're not... well, maybe there's a quieter way to do this. ]
III. WILDCARD
[ choose your own adventure!! If you need a bodyguard on your way out of the prison, she's your girl. When the curfew hits, she'll mostly be staying put in the Rost hideout, listening in on the plans on how to fix this. Though she's clearly interested in - and troubled by - the goings-on, she never actually offers up her own voice into the discussions... ]
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[ Majima stowed his knife, gauging the distance between him and the window. ]
Just get me high enough to reach the ledge. I don't know if they got some forcefield shit set to activate or what.
[ And he really didn't want to run facefirst into space lasers or whatever the hell they had here. ]
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Scott Summers | OTA
a. Pre-Alarm
[ If pressed, Scott wouldn't have been able to explain why he brought his costume with him on this mission. Some second sense that he might want it, even if the symbol means nothing. Some idea that he might need the reminder of what he's supposed to stand for, or that connection to a past life.
It's not the most subtle of outfits for infiltration, not even with Scott's heavy coat over it. But it's a little late to be worrying about that. One way or another, they're about to make a hell of a scene. ]
Come on. [ He says to the nearest person, especially if they look a bit like a straggler. ] We've got people to save.
b. Post Alarm: The Mother of all Distractions
[ Scott Summers has been keeping secrets. Some intentionally, some less so. He didn't think he could hide this forever, he wasn't even trying to hide it any longer. It's in his file. It's just that it's not the kind of thing you do indoors, or when you're trying to stay undercover. It's the kind of thing that gets everyone running.
When a patrol of Vakdir come barrelling down the hallway, Scott doesn't so much as flinch. It only takes the press of a button.
KA-ZAAT!
A ruby-red beam bursts forward from the narrow line of the visor, slamming into the front guard with the force of an oncoming car. Blasting him back into the men behind him, and them back, throwing them off their feet and onto their backs under the weight of so much kinetic force.
The beam abruptly cuts off. It took all of two seconds. He's already whipping around, looking for the next target. ]
Do you think they'll run out of guards eventually?
[ Casual battle banter is go. ]
ii. CURFEWS ARE FOR OTHER PEOPLE
[ Curfews. It's not like he has anywhere specific he feels the need to go, but Scott doesn't like being told he can't go there. Doesn't like this crackdown, doesn't like the thought of just sitting there doing nothing. But a couple of tries sneaking out made it clear that just wandering for the sake of wandering out wouldn't get him very far. Until he has a plan, he should just sit tight.
It's driving him a little mad though. He moves around the hotel restlessly, filled with the kind of tense poise that speaks of an itch towards action. When he flops down in a chair in the lobby, having failed to find something to do, he sprawls in it carelessly, chin in his hand and one foot tapping the floor in a way he's not aware of. ]
We should be doing something.
[ God only knows what, though. ]
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[ Rey is flopping discontentedly around the lobby too, pacing and trying to get a look outside at the intermittent Vakdir patrols, trying to get a sense for frequency and number. Truthfully, she'd be eager for an idea of what they could do, but she has a feeling even Scott doesn't have anything, for all the contingencies he seems to consider.
And her only plan is to abandon caution and strike hard, so. He won't like that one. ]
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i have zero time for rp but i'm tagging you anyway sorry for being..... so........ sloW.........
it's fine I'm limping along myself
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majima
9S is no different, so long as orders won't be coming; perhaps it's stupid to expect them to when there's barely a second to spare checking the jewelcomms. He worries for others, his own teammates, and above all else he frets about how 2B may be fairing—but it wouldn't do him any good to get captured here, either.
9S slows at the corner of a long hallway—with Majima in tow, who's been picked up along the way—and peers around the wall, only to spot a group of the Vakdir officers guarding a door not far ahead. ]
Dammit. [ He hisses under his breath in frustration. ] That's supposed to be our way out. [ Pulling back away from the corner, 9S presses up against the wall and shoots Majima a glance. ] Should we try another way?
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kylo ren | ota
WILDCARD
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[Glancing back merits a familiar (and wanted, evident by the kiosks) face half shrouded in the hood of a Drakstaden-looking jacket. D's dark, rusty eyes lift to peer at Kylo from around the boxy computer monitor. His stare has nothing to it; the expression is softened by his sharp and weirdly beautiful features, but it's still unreadable and stoic.
After a moment of clinically regarding Kylo, D's eyes lower back to what he's doing at the computer.]
If you're injured, there are a few in the Guild who can help you.
[D's lips move for sure. His voice, however, doesn't sound anything at all like the voice that had just talked. There's no exasperation or condescension to what he says, and so it doesn't seem like he's scolding.]
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Loki | Open
[ getting in and out of a jail cell isn't the hard part. the hard part is his stupid brother who managed to get himself locked up. for this, Loki is nothing but exasperated. still, Thor is his family (that he had tried so terribly hard to keep), so he has to do something about it. so, while every devises plans of action, splits into groups and heads into the Vadkir HQ, Loki only half-listens, sighs, and takes his own direction. ]
a. [ while he's never quite working against anyone, he never seems to be quite working for them, either. where his team work lacks, his skills make up for tenfold. illusions are woven through sorcery, his dark fingers tipped with the waft of green tendrils curling like slow flames. for those sensitive enough to notice it: something's in the air, and reality seems to be waiting to fulfill demands of spells that come from his lips.
luckily for those to come in contact with him, he illusions them up some Vadkir armor and they stroll right through a hallway, coming close to three of them. Loki whispers: ]
So, on the count of three, you yell free donuts in the break room, okay?
b. [ the two Vadkir that Loki has cornered are at disarray, and can't seem to figure out just where the doorway is. they curse and turn circles, running their hands up against the walls as if they trust their touch more than their eyesight. they scramble back and forth, confused and desperate.
to a team member who may be looking, Loki pokes his head from around the closest doorway and sticks out his tongue. ]
ii. curfew smurfew
[ one of the perks of having an invisible jacket is the invisibility. so, while everyone gets stuck sitting around and moping, Loki goes out for a little more theft just to annoy the authority. he comes back to the hotel three hours after sundown, and begins to unpack his jacket in the hotel lounge.
there are a lot of pockets, and a lot of prepackaged treats that come out of those pockets. he unloads sodas and wrapped pink Twinkie-looking things, juggling them from beneath the lapels of his jacket, sometimes from inside the waistline, and other times allowing them to come out from his sleeves.
then he grins like he did some grand magic trick. ]
Tah-dah! Anyone have the dreaded munchies?
iii. wildcard
HIT ME UP WITH SOMETHING DIFFERENT if you dare.
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Although, she also hates the curfew because it means she can't go to the Dancing Fox Deli as much and she'd sort of become spoiled by Helga's cooking. Instead, she's had to satisfy herself with whatever happens to be available in the communal kitchen. But, this time, she's distracted by the commotion in the lounge.]
What is all that for?
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simon jarrett | ota
a. scanner [ Now that they're basically storming a prison, at least some of the guild's original instructions to lay low and avoid rousing suspicion are now obviously redundant.
In fact, they need every skill and resource at their disposal. When the group of already-unprepared Vakdir round the corner and advance on the Ophelia members who are coming to grips with the 'shit, we need an eyeball' situation, turning into a freaky monster right in front of them is pretty much all Simon's got.
So he does. Unfamiliar with both magitek and headless haunted diving suits, what the Vakdir see when he takes the cloaking ring off is like nothing they've ever encountered before, and they recoil even as they hold their weapons in unsteady anticipation, looking at each other as if to confirm that they all just saw that.
So if you're good at beating up Vakdir, this is a really good time. Simon takes a step toward them, but it's not going to take long for his 'actually can't fight at all' situation to be discovered. ]
b. #justsurvivalhorrorthings [ This kind of infiltration is probably the most in-Simon’s-wheelhouse thing he’s encountered since he was recruited. Not the puzzle itself, he has no clue what the hell the actual answer is, but there being a puzzle to open cells in a high-tech dystopian prison? Normal. Being offered a hint? Also doesn't raise eyebrows.
Not great: he got hit with a Vakdir stun baton a couple times, and is basically a sloppily-made pile of hyper-conductive metal and robot-goo and... other things, so some of his business got scrambled up. But this isn't his first rodeo trying to crack high-tech security systems while his field of vision is a discolored mess of strobing pixels. ]
They must h░░▒▒░░░█████▓▓tten down somewhere. [ okay, taking that again after a staticky sigh of frustration, ] Written down somewhere.
[ so yeah, you're partnered with a cell phone with bad reception. Even what's undistorted and intelligible is above an odd buzzing, like you're voice chatting with somebody with a garbage mic. Simon's inspecting the place looking for said code, because it should be lying around written down somewhere.
It almost feels like being in PATHOS-II again. Except, shockingly, his search has had no luck so far. Why can't they just have a tool that gives you security privileges, like the only other high-tech future security system Simon has ever experienced?? ] They can't ░▓░█ly be having all▒░░Vakdir solve this▓▒░olve this, right?
[ if this is grating to your ears, well, sorry Simon's the robot equivalent of a kid that can't be in the same room as a peanut but there's not much they can do about that right now ]
ii. lying low
[ Well. The curfew hours themselves are pretty arbitrary to Simon. His cortex chip has nothing but a human blueprint and can simulate most anything, but a circadian rhythm is beyond its abilities.
He's as good at staying still as most of Ophelia, but it's less because he has anything specific to do and more because weird, suffocating body issues can't catch you if you keep moving. So he mostly paces around the hotel, particularly at weird-ass hours of the night when at least some of the guild is probably trying to sleep. Sorry if you're a light sleeper. ]
iii. wildcard
[ if you want a different prompt or something else you can just drop it on me here or hmu at
ii.
Except, in some weird-ass hour of the night, as Simon paces the halls... a door suddenly opens, revealing brief glimpses of a room, an occupied bed, and... Hayame, with two legs and somewhat disheveled hair, fussily tugging her clothing into place as she tries to avoid making any noise by gently shutting the door. A door to a room that is most definitely not the one he'd spoken to her in before.
About to creep away, Hayame turns... and freezes like a deer in a hunter's sights, reddening immediately in panic before she even quite registers who it is or how she might be better served by reacting... definitely not like whatever this was.]
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maya fey | ota
closed → saving princess inuyasha
Okaaayyy...... we got past the scanners, so, um, I think the cells are around here somewhere --- we gotta keep an eye out for any other Vakdir creeps, too.
[ she's actually whispering instead of stage whispering. incredible. ]
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fuck da police, now it's my turn to be late
the circle is complete!!
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daenerys targaryen | ota
ii. aftermath
iii. wildcard
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Edvard is an annoying hummingbird buzzing in his ear, so much so that he almost doesn't hear Dany speaking to him. He is, of course, very obviously injured. Even since changing out of his prison jumpsuit, he is still nursing his broken ribs. He looks like he hasn't had a proper meal in a few days (he hasn't) or a good shave in at least 48 hours (he hasn't), but thankfully he'd at least had the good sense to shower before reappearing in public.
He blinks twice before he digests the fact that Dany has found him.]
I've had worse.
[He interrupts Edvard's prattling about how badly the hotel could use new decor, stepping away from the counter to take the other woman's invitation to conversation. Normally, he would not invite conversation on his wounds...but anything was better than listening to that droid drone on and on.]
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but you know, she's pretty good at being a distraction. she's managed to attract a small gaggle of guards over to her, maybe thanks in part due to how odd she looks, but if it works it works. ]
Excuse me, I'm a little lost. Is this the.. Drakstaden historical society? [ she literally made that up. the guards look a little baffled, but given that this is a prison, they have to deal with her somehow. ] Oh, this is a prison? Hm, I really am lost.. Do you guys think you could help me?
[ a casual onlooking guild member would obviously think her strategy here is just to confuse the guards, but she's amassed such a number of them now that she's struggling to keep them all busy. they're whispering things between themselves like "what shoudl we do about her?" maybe she shouldn't have gone at this solo! ]
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and no, not because she's rocking the short skirt and boots like nobody's business. there's only one reason someone would be dressed like that, asking questions and trying to grab as much attention as possible. she's a guild member — and while he doesn't know it yet, someone he's also talked to in the past. funny how talking through text works. he may have seen her face in some capacity before, but not enough to connect the dots.
that doesn't stop him from deciding it's in his and her best interest to get her out of this hotseat she's created for herself. too much attention and they're going to suspect her as someone trying to cause a distraction, and no one needs the infiltration group being found out before they can even do their infiltration. cue the groan as he drags his feet forward, nudging past the guards to flash Yuna a smile. a forced, judgmental smile that indicates she owes him, but a smile non-the-less. ]
Should I be offended that this is the third time I've lost you? You're lucky I even thought to check over here. What kinda date would this be if we spent it at a prison?
[ sorry, Yuna. they're both apparently gonna cheat on their significant others now. it's for the cause. ]
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