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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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He is familiar with temptation. In fact, he's rather weak to it himself, though in an entirely different sense. It comes to mind briefly, when he realizes that D has apparently not tasted human blood before.]
How do you manage?
[He asks it offhandedly, but the truth is, he's paying closer attention now.]
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It's more like a cap of cement, one that can be pushed away to let the power out.]
I've had a long time to practice. [The look he turns to Kylo is somewhat knowing, but not rude.] How do you?
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--my abilities differ from your own.
[Its a very pointed dodge. Though it dawns on him that -- D is able to sense them, which surprises him less and less the more time he spends on the team.]
I do not experience cravings.
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His eyes don't leave Kylo, though his stare is soft, curious.] What do you experience then?
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Surely if no one had moved away from them yet, nobody could hear them. So he demonstrates by calling the wireless mouse into his hand using the Force.
Accompanied with it is a cold, brief chill as the energy flows through him.]
I am Force sensitive.
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"Force" sensitive.
[It's not posed as a question, allowing Kylo the option of clarifying or skirting out from under D's probing. He knows what it's like to be interrogated.]
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The Force is an energy that surrounds all things. I can feel its presence, and bend it to my will.
[He is used to being the inquisitor. This does not feel like an interrogation to him...yet. Really, its not so bad -- and it takes his mind off the crippling pain in his lungs/side.]
It is considered a rare trait.
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The Nobility can do something similar. The ones born to Noble parents.
[Likewise, D can do it, too, but he chooses not to show Kylo or admit he can. Showing means he would need to draw on the vampiric power he wants to forsake.]
It's called "telekinesis."
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[There are differences. He is not sure he wants to get into them. Every time he made the effort, people looked at him like he had two heads -- or treated him as if he was being unreasonable.]
The Force is tangible. At times, it has a will of its own.
[He inclines his head towards D, peering at him in a studious manner.]
For example -- I feel its darkness within you.
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Very few humans could do anything extraordinary, but D has met one or two. The spiritually inclined, in his world. Future-seers, healers.]
How does it feel?
[He knows already; he wants to hear Kylo tell him subjectively. He asked the same of the people who had shared a dream about him, what they had thought: he was a terrifying monster, brought misfortune, and some had wanted to kill him.
It isn't simply being half vampire. This power is greater, more horrific, darker. The Sacred Ancestor is one of the coldest, strongest presences, the oldest of all vampires. Kylo can see it if focusing on D: a looming, gargantuan shadow, dense with strength, ancient and wise, with piercing red eyes and a hauntingly pale, beautiful face that--strangely, looks a lot like D's own.]
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So Kylo's focus goes beyond D's eyes, to the point that he appears to be looking through him rather than at him. What he sees causes him to swallow uncomfortably.
As a child, he'd been haunted by visions of a gargantuan figure in the Force -- a figure he'd later come to know as Supreme Leader Snoke. His master. One of the most powerful Force users he'd ever come to know -- perhaps more powerful even than his grandfather.
This presence -- its older, not quite as vicious, or as...
There's a word there that he doesn't have language for. Trying to dig for it just coaxes goosebumps to his skin. Whatever the power is -- it doesn't belong to him, even though some hungry part of him can't help but covet it.]
...
[Silence holds his tongue for longer than he cares for.]
Ancient--hungry.
[The Dark side was always hungry. His voice is smaller when he says it. It isn't fear -- it is barely reverence. But it is most certainly envious.]
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He can feel it being churned when Kylo pries, and the cement-like lid rustles briefly as if it has the inkling of its own to come off. Suddenly, it all draws away, and D's left with an intense gaze boring into Kylo's face.
All at once, the eyes soften, and after a moment, he turns away to keep from being overbearing perhaps. There's nothing he can say that the darkness didn't already say for him. Strangely, D looks what can only be summed up as sad. Regretful maybe.]
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But once he comes to, he catches the look on D's face, and the emotion that comes with it. He ... doesn't quite know what to do with it. Granted, he never really knew what to do with emotions that weren't anger, hatred, and despair.
Regret -- he was exceptionally bad with that one.]
... you cannot help what you are.
[Its not meant to be a comforting reply. Its merely a statement of fact. Something that he can relate to, in a way. Nobody got to chose their family.
Things in his galaxy would have likely been very different if Kylo Ren had been capable of such a thing.]
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But it doesn't keep him from feeling. The despair that follows him--or perhaps stays one step ahead of him--is more painful to watch than the rise and fall of a single living human, and that is something he has seen too many times to count.]
Neither can you.
[With a flick, the computer runs out of paid time, leaving nothing but a black monitor. D's eyes peer at Kylo's reflection in the depths of it, and then his head turns just slightly, enough to let him look at Kylo for real.]
There isn't anything I have that would be beneficial to you.
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And here was D, who he just met, validating his choices. His head doesn’t turn away from the screen, but his eyes move thoughtfully to his lap.]
Maybe.
[Power-wise ... probably not immediately. But it was hard not to crave that sort of resigned reassurance the dhampir offered him.
Still, with the computer dead and more people entering the café by the minute, he has overstayed his welcome. It takes some effort to stand, one hand clutching his ribs in an attempt to hold them in place as he goes]
We have only just met.
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His eyes lift to Kylo's face. He doesn't stand himself yet, and his expression holds no intimidation to stop or any longing to stay. People are free to leave, and D is alright with that. He leaves, too, most of the time.]
I am D.
[For future reference between them.]
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Kylo Ren.
[He adjusts himself, and turns to leave on that note.]
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[He watches Kylo leave, not getting up himself for now. The craggly voice pipes up again, lowly:] Kind of a loose cannon, if you ask me. [To which D doesn't respond.]