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Entry tags:
- coco: héctor rivera,
- critical role: beauregard,
- critical role: mollymauk tealeaf,
- final fantasy xiv: castor westmoore,
- final fantasy xv: ardyn izunia,
- final fantasy xv: ignis scientia,
- fragile dreams: ren,
- hollow knight: the knight,
- hyper light drifter: the drifter,
- marble hornets: tim wright,
- marvel: bucky barnes,
- mushi-shi: ginko,
- original: erika fisher,
- original: mira delacroix,
- pokemon sun & moon: guzma,
- red vs. blue: agent washington,
- the adventure zone: kravitz,
- the league: jules dagger samari,
- undertale: asgore dreemurr,
- undertale: chara dreemurr,
- voltron: keith kogane,
- voltron: takashi shirogane,
- ✖ captive prince: laurent,
- ✖ ffxv: gladiolus amicitia,
- ✖ ffxv: noctis lucis caelum,
- ✖ ffxv: prompto argentum,
- ✖ fullmetal alchemist: edward elric,
- ✖ hollow knight: the hollow knight,
- ✖ hollow knight: troupe master grimm,
- ✖ hyper light drifter: the guardian,
- ✖ no.6: nezumi,
- ✖ no.6: shion,
- ✖ original: foster van denend,
- ✖ pacific rim: newton geiszler,
- ✖ persona 5: ann takamaki,
- ✖ persona 5: futaba sakura,
- ✖ pokemon sun & moon: lillie,
- ✖ red vs. blue: agent connecticut,
- ✖ rwby: pyrrha nikos,
- ✖ the adventure zone: lup,
- ✖ the adventure zone: taako,
- ✖ undertale: muffet,
- ✖ voltron: lance,
- ✖ voltron: pidge gunderson,
- ✖ voltron: princess allura
December Event: No Rest for the Wicked
DECEMBER EVENT: NO REST FOR THE WICKED
Who: Anyone and everyone
What: Your trials by fire
When: December 15th - 18th
Where: On Maati and Ensō
Warnings: Character deaths and violence are both likely - please mark as you go!
What: Your trials by fire
When: December 15th - 18th
Where: On Maati and Ensō
Warnings: Character deaths and violence are both likely - please mark as you go!
The Trials: Only Then Can We Begin
As noted in the OOC info post, your Trials will all begin on December 15th. As many of you will not be deposited into your trials with food and water (or any items of your own at all, in most cases), the Trials will last only as long as December 18th. If you've failed to complete your Trial by this deadline but have not used up all the deaths allotted to you, you will awaken by Maati's mana pool at the event's conclusion. If you have not failed your Trial by using up all your deaths, this will not count as a character death, and you will not need to submit for a penalty; you simply won't be able to obtain the reward you would get if you had succeeded!
Should you reach the end of your Trial, you will step out onto the rocky cliffs of Maati, exiting from one of the seven doors set into the cliffs at the seven points of the island's star shape. You see, those doors you discovered earlier weren't the entrances to the Trials at all. They were the exits. And set into the towering cliffs...why, those house the winding mazes that comprise the Trials themselves.
There will be a top-level below for each Trial. Remember to plan with your groups and communicate with your thread partners! Whether you choose to do mingle-style threads or lengthier group threads is up to you.
Once you know the outcome of your Trial, success OR failure, please do let us know so that we can ensure your character gets the reward that befits their triumph...or lackthereof.
Remember also to let us know if your character uses up ALL their deaths during this event. While death penalties will not be inflicted during Trial deaths, if you use up all the deaths allotted to you and die for real, your death penalty will NOT be reduced.
As noted in the OOC info post, your Trials will all begin on December 15th. As many of you will not be deposited into your trials with food and water (or any items of your own at all, in most cases), the Trials will last only as long as December 18th. If you've failed to complete your Trial by this deadline but have not used up all the deaths allotted to you, you will awaken by Maati's mana pool at the event's conclusion. If you have not failed your Trial by using up all your deaths, this will not count as a character death, and you will not need to submit for a penalty; you simply won't be able to obtain the reward you would get if you had succeeded!
Should you reach the end of your Trial, you will step out onto the rocky cliffs of Maati, exiting from one of the seven doors set into the cliffs at the seven points of the island's star shape. You see, those doors you discovered earlier weren't the entrances to the Trials at all. They were the exits. And set into the towering cliffs...why, those house the winding mazes that comprise the Trials themselves.
There will be a top-level below for each Trial. Remember to plan with your groups and communicate with your thread partners! Whether you choose to do mingle-style threads or lengthier group threads is up to you.
Once you know the outcome of your Trial, success OR failure, please do let us know so that we can ensure your character gets the reward that befits their triumph...or lackthereof.
Remember also to let us know if your character uses up ALL their deaths during this event. While death penalties will not be inflicted during Trial deaths, if you use up all the deaths allotted to you and die for real, your death penalty will NOT be reduced.
The Water: Don't Let Them Get Away
The rest of you have plenty to contend with as well, of course. If you've opted out of this month's event, be advise that the waters creeping across shores of Ensō, along with the rest of the island, aren't going to take evasion kindly. They'll seek you out, spread along every inch of the island if they can, until they can find you.
The rest of you have plenty to contend with as well, of course. If you've opted out of this month's event, be advise that the waters creeping across shores of Ensō, along with the rest of the island, aren't going to take evasion kindly. They'll seek you out, spread along every inch of the island if they can, until they can find you.
Event Timeline
[ ♆ ] December 15th: The Trials on Maati begin, and the water begins to rise.
[ ♆ ] December 18th: The Trials reach their end.
[ ♆ ] December 19th: Those who have "perma"-died in their Trials are revived.
[ ♆ ] December 20th: The monthly Storytelling occurs.
( CODED BY BOOTYCALL )
agent washington | ota | cw violence and death and stuff
[He's still shelled in full body armor, battle rifle mag-clamped to his back, sidearm at his thigh, and he still has two frags remaining, plus every combat knife he took off Felix. He does a mental check. Manual inventorying takes longer when his H.U.D. is fried the way it is, but it's an instinct he can't shake.]
[Wash straightens. He's still armed, at least.]
Forgiveness. [It's dry and skeptical, said with the air of: what a fucking joke.]
[Doesn't take long for him to start seeing things. He gives his head a shake, like a horse trying to shake away flies, but it does nothing to dislodge the remarkably clear vision, stark and familiar: SCOUT-class helmet, aping the MJOLNIR style, dark gray trimmed with orange.]
[No one can see Wash gritting his teeth to whatever Felix is saying. But his grip on his rifle tightens.]
[The longer it goes on, the worse it gets. The Director's unhurried, Southern drawl. Chairman Hargrove's clipped Earther accent, regionally specific in a way that Wash can't identify.]
[He's on a knife-edge, but he doesn't open fire. Those of you who aren't preoccupied with your own demons might be capable of prompting him away from that precipice - or pushing him right the fuck over.
[That all changes when hears it.]
Hello, Agent Washington.
[Sigma's tone is diplomatic, pleasant, soiled smooth and direct. He's larger than he ever was as a holo-projection, his avatar approaching human size. A fragment of a tortured soul he watch[ ]ed die, three times over; now wholly distinguishable from the man he was based on.]
[A silhouette of a burning man stands with his arms folded behind his back. His eyes are like live coals.]
[He smiles.]
What a pleasure to see you again.
[It's all a game of this or that. He's held himself back, bit down on the kneejerk impulse to open fire and kneecap the specters that dog him. Maine was worse, he tells himself, over and over. Maine was worse, because he knew him.]
[He glimpses it, static, unspooling - Mark V variant, yellow paint highlighting his shoulderguards, the motocross-style helmet set atop the armor built to mirror a real SPARTAN's. He recognizes him by his voice.]
Get them, Meta! Get them!
[Washington, the real Washington - only gets point two seconds to rein back his impulse, and he fails. His heavy barrel rifle's burst-fire is cut short when the shots slam into his own spine instead, tunneling through titanium nanocomposite and punching in through his body suit and spearing into cartilage, muscle tissue, and bone.]
[Testament to his resolve: he doesn't scream. He just grunts as he goes down, nerves blitzed out from the initial shock.]
[The nerve-dense unfurling of pain rolling down his spine, terminating in a haze of cloudy red, comes after.]
[Maybe I'll do some closed prompts later. Who knows. I can play it fast and loose.]
agent washington | same cws apply
to fix her attention away from them, she's decided that she's going to help the others. people who are struggling more than she is. she sees him--one of them, though she can't recall ever meeting him before--aiming his rifle.
she doesn't know what's about to happen if he shoots, but she doesn't think it can be good. ]
Don't--
[ she runs towards him to try and stop him. her parents are behind her, watching silently with a sinister glint in their eyes. as soon as she runs in, she's met with a burst of unspeakable pain that pierces through her arms, her stomach. one just barely misses her heart. but the damage has been done.
she's silent when she hits the ground, eyes staring at wash as he goes down, too. ]
W...What...?
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[Military-grade rounds, lead jacketed in composites to keep it from expanding on impact. Designed to incapacitate and kill and injure swiftly. He was one of the best marksmen in his squad.]
[Wash tries to roll to his side. The pain rolls out in a blaze from his spine up to the base of his brain and he gags copper. The medical suite in his suit apparently still works well enough to let him know that he's dying. Three pens' worth of biofoam isn't enough to stopper those kinds of wounds.]
[He tracks the shape laid out in front of him, blonde hair spilled out in a disordered fan.]
Someone stuck in your crossfire. [His double looks down at him, and he can feel the exhaustion-fried contempt radiating from behind the visor.]
[This won't kill you, Agent Washington. This won't kill you completely. Remember that you've survived worse and hold it like a fucking talisman to your heart, struggling as it is to continue pushing blood through to the sites of injury. You're bleeding into your drivesuit.]
[He starts moving for her. The person he caught in his crossfire. Moving at an awkward, pained crawl, feeling every burn of bullets grating into his bones, until his nerves short out into euphoric numb.]
H...hey. [He chokes it out. Prays she can hear him.] Hey.
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that's what lead her to this. faith. a genuine belief that she'd make it to him on time. remembering all the times she told herself to be brave and help other people. that naivety is what got here here, lying on the floor in a pool of her own blood.
her body is so overcome with pain. breathing hurts. living hurts. ]
I...I don't want to die...
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[He'd forgotten what it was to encounter someone who'd seen nothing of war, who'd lived nothing of war. Who didn't bleed out into trenches, or watch teammates be torn to pieces on the frontlines. Who had never been spattered with a friend's gray matter when a sniper round blew out their visor, or had to slap sticky charges onto armor and rig the equipment, and the body inside, to detonate.]
[He nearly retches into his helmet. His vision goes fuzzy with the effort to choke it back.]
You're dying anyway, [says his younger, crueler self, addressing Ann directly.] You're not even the first person he's killed in cold blood. Agent Washington has a tendency to incapacitate innocents in his attempts to do the right thing.
[He chokes back the urge to silently try and flip the doppelganger off. He's got lead sheathed into his back. It hurts to move. His spine is a live wire of molten heat. He moves anyway. He works one of his precious biofoam pens from the built-in I.F.A.K. and uncaps it.]
[I'm sorry is a waste of breath.]
Where'd I get you?
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[ talking hurts. her stomach burns hot with pain and she feels her vision start to turn fuzzy. ann is feeling the life drain out of her, and she thinks of the phantom thieves. shiho. her parents. what they'll all probably think when they find out that she's gone. she's not aware that the dead can come back in this place.
whatever washington's younger self says doesn't register. tears streak down her cheeks as she feels the end nearing. ]
Tried to...stop you...from shooting.
[ and she was just a little. too. late. ]
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[He hasn't seen South. He hasn't seen her, and he doesn't think of her, now, does not think of the floss of her hair that was almost fluorescent, the set of her sneer and the glint of the scar on her cheek and the fact that she was nothing like this - this kid bleeding out on the floor because of his own inability to put a goddamn stopper on his rage.]
[She's bleeding. Arms. Stomach. Chest.]
[If she were a Freelancer, those kinds of wounds wouldn't be fatal. She isn't. She's not armed with body-shielding or a healing mod or automated biofoam injectors.]
[Moving his arms to twist the cap off the biofoam pen unfurls a white-hot pulse that ricochets down his spine. He moves anyway. Uncaps it. Tries to locate the injury on her chest through sight alone - a tenuous task when his vision keeps shorting out in fraying static.]
I'm going to stop the bleeding. Okay?
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she knows there's nothing he can really do, now, to save her. she can tell in what little time there is left that she needs to say her goodbyes now. her eyelids start to droop. her breathing gets heavier and slower. everything starts to fade into nothingness. ]
...Shiho...
[ the words are heavy on her lips. her voice is hoarse. she takes her last breath. ]
...live.
[ washington can try all he wants, but there is nothing more he can do. ann's body gives out. there will be no more response. she's gone. ]
cw: suicide and gore
[She's out before he can so much as try and stopper the wound. He's losing feeling in his legs, trying not to vomit into his helmet, and the next time he tries to feel for a pulse, he can't tell if his fingers have gone numb or if she has.]
Too late, [says Washington.]
[He's always too late.]
[It's a waste of ammunition to try to ease his own way, or to ease someone else's. It's not worth it. But he's the best marksman he knows, and he manages to unclip his sidearm with a fluid pull, lets the pain plane out into a euphoric numb from the immediacy of the action.]
You weren't brave enough to do it before. What makes you think that you can do it n -
[The cut and flow of his double's taunt is lost in the crack of the bullet, the one that would punch through glass and spray blood and brain matter into the wall behind him. The bone-bowl of his own skull ruptures out instead, slaps up against the floor in a misted spray of red and mulch.]
[His brain mercifully, beautifully, shorts out.]
arrival
How fanciful.
[Unfortunately, it fails to take into account that Chara has yet to forgive anyone, ever, for anything.
This is hardly convincing them they've made the wrong decision.]
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[They don't act it.]
I don't know about you, but I'm not feeling too forgiving just now.
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A good bomb would be wonderful right about now.]
Quite the opposite, in fact. [Their eyes take in the rest of the room, coming to rest on a name that's all too familiar.
10
Ten what? Attempts? Lives? If that turns out to be an accurate assumption, they'll eat a knife.]
What do you suppose the numbers are for?
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[He's not keen on finding out. He runs gloved hands along the contours of the wall, but perceives no exits, hidden or otherwise. There's only one way out that presents itself to them.]
[Problem is, he's pretty sure it's not supposed to be that easy.]
That's my guess, seeing as we all start with the same number.
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I propose we get started, then. If a god is involved, it's likely any other action would be
Utterly useless.
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[Wash sighs, and detaches his assault rifle from the mag-strip on his back. He ejects the cartridge to check it for ammo - fully stocked. Good. Frags - he still has two of them. His magnum...still got some shots left. Not ideal, but it'll work in the short term. He glances at the kid, appraisingly.]
You armed?
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I am. Shall we?
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[That's exactly what everyone needs. Kids with guns. Better that his allies be armed than his enemies - presuming that enemies are what's down here. If they get pitted against each other...well, he's had worse than bullets in the meat of his back.]
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[A wonky kick of a blade at something is bound to be super intimidating and not an absolute disaster, yup. They glance at his weapons all the same, smile widening.]
But if you're offering to share, I'm hardly in a position to say no.
[Do it Wash. Give them a gun and watch them pistol whip themself in the fact from the unexpected recoil.]
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[Let's hope that they actually get to. He's not inclined to watch a kid die down here, if he can help it.]
Do you know how to shoot a gun?
[Feels like he's asking that question more and more these days.]
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[Not. But who cares? All they have to do is aim the gun and pull the trigger; just like in the movies. Guns aren't that deep, fam.]
All part of the trained by an egotistical madman package.
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Was that training as cohesive as your 101 on bomb mechanics?
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[Because really, they don't have to say it. The answer is obvious.]
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[They're younger even than the kids on Chorus. But youth was never a factor in war. The frontlines carve decades out of you in keloid tissue and muscle grafts and trips to medical, until you're weathered into something far older than you are.]
[The kids on Chorus never got a choice.]
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[Oh Wash buddy you are really preaching to the choir here, aren't you?]
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[He unclips his sidearm from its mag-strip at his thigh and holds it out, handle first, to indicate the parts of it that are requisite. If their tone bothers him, he doesn't show it - or maybe he's just too distracted to notice.]
Safety's on. Switch it off like this - [He demonstrates.] - or on again.
cw: self-harm
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