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Entry tags:
- danganronpa: kaede akamatsu,
- danganronpa: komaeda nagito,
- fire emblem: dwyer,
- fire emblem: kliff,
- haikyuu!!: shouyou hinata,
- jjba: guido mista,
- k project: misaki yata,
- kingdom hearts: roxas,
- overwatch: jesse mccree,
- persona: goro akechi,
- persona: minato arisato,
- red vs blue: agent washington,
- rwby: blake belladonna,
- rwby: qrow branwen,
- rwby: yang xiao long,
- senjou no horizon: futayo honda,
- twewy: daisukenojo "beat" bitou,
- umineko: lion ushiromiya,
- umineko: willard wright,
- undertale: sans
Welcome Participartypants
Who: All y'all nerds
Where: The Arena
When: The night of the 15th
What: A small gathering to both welcome new members to the Bureau, and to congratulate veteran Reclaimers on their successful magic mitten procurement. Dress is as fancy or as not fancy as you want it. Manners, to the degree of which you are capable, are mandatory.
Content Warning: General content warning for the Reclaimers. Also general content warning for Miss Zarves
Where: The Arena
When: The night of the 15th
What: A small gathering to both welcome new members to the Bureau, and to congratulate veteran Reclaimers on their successful magic mitten procurement. Dress is as fancy or as not fancy as you want it. Manners, to the degree of which you are capable, are mandatory.
Content Warning: General content warning for the Reclaimers. Also general content warning for Miss Zarves
  It's been two weeks since the Reclaimers returned, and since the newest Reclaimers arrived. Some of you have adapted better than the Director could have hoped, and some of you have made your best efforts to find a new sense of normalcy — testing Bender the food robot to his limits, forming book clubs, training together, musing over what sort of fashions one even wears to a party. Some of you, perhaps, have spent a little bit too much time in the simulation at the Dojo. It's understandable. Adjusting to the idea that your entire universe has been destroyed takes time, and sometimes, escapes are necessary. And tonight, she's hoping to provide you with a temporary escape with this party. 1. ONCE UPON A TWO WEEKS' WEARYA. TO WASH AWAY THE ACHING BLEARY The Director, using the Moon Base's simulation technology, has turned the Arena into a ballroom to behold. The sprawling hall is decorated in ornate wooden carvings, and a large maple floor meant for dancing is encircled by tables and a large banquet table. In the corner, on a raised platform, stands a baby grand piano, freshly tuned and polished. Anyone is free to have a spin on it, if the mood strikes. At some point during the evening, Johann the Bard, violin in hand, will stand on the platform and provide a performance that could only ever be heard on the Moon Base, among members of the Bureau of Balance — because he did, after all, give this particular song to the Voidfish. If you would like something with a heavier beat, there's a tablet on the wall next to the platform, where you can make music requests of your own, from the Artificer's collection of songs from across the universe. The collection may not be all that extensive, but The Cupid Shuffle is probably in there. Get down and boogie, is what we're saying. B. THEY WERE THROWN A BANQUET CHEERY And what's on the banquet table? Snacks provided by Bender, of course — which means they could have any manner of magical effects. Here are some of the snacks available, including one that the Director was lucky enough to roll for herself.
2. BUT THEN, SHE ROSE FROM THE ICHORSome of you may have heard a thing or two about Miss Zarves — perhaps the rumors circulating around town, or the strange connection to Garfield and the Bracer Chasers some of you may have bought to decorate your Bracers. Maybe words like "catalyst" and "Ouija Board" have come up once or twice. Because there is a being trapped in a plane of existence right next to yours, largely forgotten, as if she had somehow been reverse Voidfish'd. Forgotten, that is, until the Bracer Chasers — curiously laced with high amounts of aluminadium, a word that might sound familiar to McCree and Faolan. For two years, she's waited, and watched, wanting a chance to be seen again, to speak with the Bureau herself once again, cursed with a maddening loneliness. And the second one of those cute decorations was pressed against a Bracer, Miss Zarves had it — her catalyst. She would know, after all: She was once a leading researcher on using catalysts to travel through dimensions, after all — and the Bracer Chasers were one of her original designs. At the very end of the party, perhaps one or two piano songs away from shutdown, the simulation suddenly shuts down. The lights blink off with a systemwide shudder. After five seconds, the lights flare back to life, and the entire Arena is its default white blank slate. And a message, from username @Zarves❤Scarves, slowly blinks across the screen. Hello. I would like to play a game. And then the Arena goes dark. A. HACKER VOICE: I'M IN That little stunt isn't the only one Miss Zarves, who now has a connection to the dimension you're residing in and some of the Bureau tech, is going to pull. For the rest of your stay at the Moon Base, until you're whisked away to the next mission (Or unless you figure out a way to stop her), you may experience some of the following:
3. AND THEN THINGS JUST KEEP GETTING WORSEThe arena's simulation has decided to take a sabbatical, a spectral being from another plane of existence has invaded the Moon Base, and Madame Director is doing her best to keep the room calm and collected. First, the darkness needs to be handled with properly, so with a stomp of her elegant white oak staff down on the floor, a sound echoes above and beyond any panicked shouts, and soon the room is filled with dancing lights that emanate from the four cardinal directions of the arena. "Ladies and gentlemen! Excuse me. Thank you everyone for coming to this enchanted evening here with your fellow Reclaimers, but without proper lighting- Johann, Johann, please, I don't need signature music right now, this isn't a wrestling match for crying out- thank you, Johann. As I was saying- unfortunately, this evening's events will have to be---" Almost right on cue, as if there wasn't a possibly worse time in the world for this to happen, the doors of the arena bust open. Into the room swarms a dragonborn, looking rather beat up and worse for wear. It's impossible to tell if Dragonborn can cry the way humans can cry, but her amphibian-like eyes shine oddly in the colors of the magical lights surrounding the room. The Director's eyes go wide for a moment, this was rather- no, extremely, unsuspected. The Regulator approaches the Director. "We found him! Lucretia, we found him! And h-he. That son of a bitch has Killian!" And lacking in the proper finesse that's demanded of her as a leader, she rubs her forehead. "Carey, come with me to my office and we'll sort this out." She looks around the room, her Reclaimers all gathered and standing, watching this interaction take place. "Please, everyone, return to your apartments for the evening." A. TWO WEEKS UNTIL ROLLOUT The Director hasn't slept a wink throughout the night, dealing with a host of problems facing the Bureau at the moment. She consults with the clerics on how to get rid of this ridiculous joke-entity that Garfield has proliferated long enough. She speaks with Carey about all the details she can offer, attempting to calm her down, despite her unraveled state. Killian means the world to Carey, after all, and the Director, no- Lucretia, was waiting for the wedding invitation for far too long. Sometime around mid-day, the Reclaimers will receive a message on their bracer from her. Reclaimers, we will deploying in approximately two weeks. We've discovered the location of a relic that we haven't heard about in quite some time now. A full briefing will be provided at a later date, but please prepare accordingly. The area you all will be assigned to is known as the Netheril, a vast desert that splits the continent in half between the western and eastern fronts. blurb code by photosynthesis |
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2) Could Qrow come to the Director's office afterwards asking for direction? This doesn't need to be threaded, just. She's New Ozpin. He would literally loiter outside of her office waiting for her to be done talking to Carey, waiting to speak with her because that is what he is trained to do. He's a dog in this way. (Also he'd bring her whiskey and food. I'm sorry.)
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also unrelated followup what would happen if kaede posted a note near the voidfish tank with a sad face that just says please don't feed me any more music :(
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asking for the tres drummer boys in the room (beat, bakugogo and ryuji)
pls let these angry boys get their frustration out through interpretive drumming
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so if venus, in her infinite wisdom, tries to get in touch with miss zarves, would anything potentially happen? by which i mean contacting her via the username displayed and asking if she's bored/if there's anything she'd like to do. because her tv has been looping santa claus conquers the martians for like, six hours now? and it's not a BAD movie or anything but she usually only does that when she's bored, so.
also venus will make sure to note that she's not a narc, so. you know
EDIT: to clarify venus is saying all of this regardless of what gibberish comes back eventually!
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Re: QUESTIONS
(from wash's question above)
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Shinji hesitates on what to do from there; his first instinct is to turn around and walk away, pretend he never saw any of this. He doesn't know what it means to the older man, but he feels invasive standing there looking out at the courtyard of a school that could almost be Gekkoukan, but much more rural and lovely. Yet, he remembers when the tables were turned, when it was Qrow standing in that spot behind the station, where Shinji had been staring listlessly into the sky and Qrow hadn't walked away. Shinji hadn't asked him to stay, isn't even sure if he would've preferred having been left alone -- but .... Shinjiro finds himself rooted to the spot, nonetheless.]
...Tch. So much for privacy.
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1 because LET'S GO FARRAH
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i. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W7QZnwKqopo
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i, because I can't not
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wildcard - desert survival
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[Dwyer's kind of been a busy boy on the Moonbase. What with actually wanting to put effort into Qrow's classes (the man had earned his respect simply by treating him with respect, it was only fair) and finding different places to nap or fiddle with pursuits or ask about mysterious women who fly on the broomsticks of rumors, he almost forgot about the party the Director was so kind to throw for them.
Almost. He remembered, like, the day of. But thankfully, he's a pseudo-european boy from old timey times, and the clothes underneath his coat make due in a pinch for formal things. He also made sure to brush his hair, but it's still a mess. Ah, well, he tried. For you.
Songwise, Dwyer seems content to listen off to the sides, but if you insist on dragging this boy out to boogie, he'll look fairly surprised for a moment.]
Me? Uh...yeah, alright, sure.
[Surprise: he's not a bad dancer, if something like a waltz is concerned. Everything else baffles him. Like, breakdancing? Twerking? What even is any of that? Also as an aside, the snack table? Kind of intimidating. How can those sandwiches make people give off light like that...he's got to take some notes later.]
2A: There is no good Dwyer quote for this, it's just internal screaming
[Ooookay, so uh. Everything...happened, didn't it? The party, and the illus...simulation, it's called a simulation, that went weird, and now everything is weird? He's not even going to try asking the cafe creature to cook anything, that thing doesn't work right on a normal damn day, but there's been the illu - simulations popping up in random places now, not just where he figured they would be kept centralized in that room in the Dojo. Which is why there's the vaguest sense of a bedroom in the middle of the quad. And laying on top of the bed, on the covers, face down, is Dwyer.]
You want me in here...? Fine, I'm here and Mother and Father aren't. [All of his words are muffled, but he's also talking somewhat loudly, as if a bit out of sorts from seeing his mother's private quarters pop up in the middle of the best grass ever.] Kana's drawings aren't even in here, whoever you are you did it wrong and you should be ashamed.
[Is. Is he trying to insult the simulation away? I mean...you do you, buddy.]
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[If you want to bother Dwyer outside of the party or his personal homesickness punishment, feel free to toss anything my way! My plurk is
2a
Unfortunately, they were standing too close when it popped up, so they can't leave without the very noticeable sound of opening a door. Might as well make the best of it. ]
I, ah, don't think yelling at it would make it fade quicker, Dwyer-san.
[ They sound pretty sheepish, even as they try keeping as close to an out-of-the-way wall as is possible in an enclosed space. ]
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[ 1 Punk + 1 Alcohol Finding Hat = a lot of alcohol.
With the announcement of the dance, Beat decided to keep his tradition alive of spiking the punch bowl, so with all that excess alcohol in hand, he's going to do just that. Not too much though, he wants to get people happy and bubbly, not puking in the corner ten minutes from now.
Of course he'll be sneaky about it and not pour alcohol straight into any punch or whatever open drink container is around while people are watching, but he's also a troll and kind of conspicuous, and it's suspicious the amount of time he's lingering near the drinks...
Enjoy your new alcohol poisoning. ]
1b. on the subject of dancing.
[ There's no way Beat's not going to dance, he spent way too much time learning from the spider. Which means after a few moments of hanging back and drinking his own spiked punch because why not, he's going to lean in to the person nearest him. ]
Yo, wanna dance?
[ At least he's polite enough to offer up his human hand to take. ]
2a. what a mess.
[ As much as Beat did appreciate sometimes visiting Hachiko in the simulation room in the dojo, he didn't quite feel the same affection for it when he steps into the Greenhouse and suddenly he's back in Shibuya, the familiar plaza replacing or intermingling with the plots around it. There's the sound of people and the phantom noise of trains on tracks, but other than the scenery, it's just Beat.
He's heard about the simulations running amuck since the end of the dance with the ghost in the system, but he didn't expect it to happen to him. ]
Uncool. Yo, ghost lady, Zarvish or whatever! Turn it back to the Greenhouse, I got plants to take care of!
[ Yeah he's just... yelling at his bracer like that's totally going to work. ]
3a. shop and restock.
[ Of course Beat's going to be out and about in town to restock up after the message from the Director. He can be found anywhere as he not only gets his new desert gear tailored for him, but also his ax sharpened and his supplies restocked. More than likely he also has Kliff by his side, dragging the poor Wizard along with him.
Feel free to stop him somewhere and say hi, or distract him long enough for Kliff to run... ]
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[ Beat can be found in the Greenhouse proper, the Dojo, or just out and about, exercising or skateboarding or doing whatever his little barbarian heart can think of. At least he's not in the spray painting the side of walls phase of boredom yet. If you want to come up something hit me up at
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Really thirsty tonight, huh.
[Beat sure has been loitering here a lot!]
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1a - this is going to be a serious thre-haha
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Of course McCree is going to take advantage of the mead! Unfortunately, he doesn't take note of what's happening to anyone else before he drinks it, and suddenly he's in such a good mood that everything he says comes out as if he's singing. How long is this nonsense going to last? He's not exactly the most in tune person here.
— later, after the singing has stopped —
At least there are nachos. And more of those burgers he and Maya shared. He probably shouldn't be pushing his luck like this after the mead, but dammit, a man's gotta eat. He stays away from the finger sandwiches though, unimpressed by how small an non-filling they look. However, he's happy to point out the light show others are putting on as they eat them.
"Hey, wave your arms for me. That's a good trick."
{ 2. a. hacker voice: "i'm in." }
McCree definitely wants to stop what Miss Zarves is doing, but at the same time he's hoping he can reach out to her to see why she's doing this; see if he can't maybe help. Unfortunately, sitting waiting for a response from her requires pulling an all-nighter so he heads to Bender to pick up some of that energy drink.
Which is why he can be found snoring on the floor not long after, right in the path of someone perhaps. Hopefully a good shake or loud shout will wake him up.
— wonky simulation —
McCree never bothered going into that room in the dojo for himself and only experienced someone else's scene once, when he followed Jack inside. So it's jarring as all get out when a familiar diner just appears. Anyone who entered before him might notice his picture behind the counter for some strange reason, but at least it'd alert them that this part of the simulation is from his memories. Hunching his shoulders, he walks inside to see the same old menu, same jukebox, same apple pie under glass. He moves to grab a table and offers some advice: "I wouldn't drink the coffee."
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I'm down for shenanigans! Write me a starter and we'll go from there.
2.a
"Hey." A nudge with his foot. "You alright there?"
If this is not enough to wake him up, further measure will have to be taken.
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[Parties, especially fancy ones, are a bit new for Roxas. He has ideas about them, and some cursory understanding of them, but he's never actually been to one. Organization XIII was never big on parties and while there's a fake memory or two, well, Roxas is wary of those. He's at least glad he was able to find some nicer clothes. Not quite a suit, but a decent pair of slacks and a dressier shirt. It cost a bit more than he'd like it works.
Food is something he can handle, but he didn't quite count on the adverse effects of a sudden garden at his feet, which puts him off slightly. The dance floor is intimidating though, so he'll be avoiding that in favour of sticking near a wall and letting some wildflowers bloom.
And maybe fight off some sunflowers that are starting to overtake his space.]
Is it okay to use weapons in here?
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[With two weeks until this mission commences, Roxas is determined to be ready. Much like earlier in the month, he can usually be found training, but he's also researching the desert and making sure his supplies are good. The only desert he's really familiar with is that of Agrabah's, but he gets the feeling that he's not going to be dealing with Flying Carpets and Caves of Wonder this time around.
But at the same time, it seems that Mrs Zarves has some other ideas.
What seems like a normal path in the Balance campus becomes a bit more cobbled and dappled with afternoon sunlight, regardless of what time it is. In the distance, one can usually hear the sounds of a train rolling by, as well as spot a tall clocktower.
Or the way suddenly becomes dark, with large skyscrapers looming over you. In the sky is a glowing heart shaped moon, and an ominous looking castle in the distance.
In the third, rare option, the sound of the waves fills your ears and the path is suddenly a sandy beach. It's a calming location, and the area looks like a kid's playground almost.
Regardless of where you find Roxas, he probably looks visibly shaken for profoundly different reasons. He hadn't really been expecting to see these places again, and really, had been avoiding the simulation room for that reason as well.]
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But all of that is secondary to the way Roxas is frozen. Qrow hesitates, unsure how to move forward. Roxas probably needs help. Qrow has no idea what to do?
With the emotional grace of a bird attempting to cross land on food, Qrow steps towards Roxas.]
So, uh. Think you could hit that moon yet?
[Nailed it.]
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[all her time spent with Ms. Charlotte studying and her own enthusiasm means that when it comes to dancing, Grell is absolutely in her element. dolled up and glad to have a night off, it means that more often than not, she can be found out on the floor, taking it all as a duty that she'll be the best she can possibly be. the faster songs are all new, all work, but when it hits the slower songs, and the mood shifts to ballroom, she feels like she shines.
and, if she's not running into people dancing on her own, there's an equal chance that she'll offer her hand to someone who wants or needs a partner - or if they look particularly down, she might even just nudge them out regardless. it's a night where they need to be enjoying themselves, a night off from the countless questions and frustrations of all of this newness.
still, though, she might even be caught sitting down, taking a short break to catch her breath, a glass of water in her hands. for tonight, her mood regarding everything is much more positive - perhaps this Reclaimer business wasn't too terrible.]
rollout.
[but everything changing means that she's back to how she was before. back to the Dojo, practicing and refining her fighting like one might a jewel, taking up a room to combat the holograms with a vicious aggression. braving Fantasy Costco, looking through the aisles for a decent weapon, eyeing everything with a very critical gaze. struggling to use the Bracer when she thinks no one can see her, brow furrowed as she tries to work out the technology.
there's a lot to do.]
wildcard.
[any other ideas, let me know! just go for it, or if you'd prefer, hit me up at
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Hey there, Red. Care to dance?
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[Komaeda had intended not to come, but in the end was here none the less. He wanted to stay in a corner, but... he knew he should probably not actually do that. Still, there wasn't a lot to do other than talk to people, and it was easier to just observe. Of course that meant searching the refreshments.
He looked at the cupcakes with distaste, the mead as not even an option, the nachos as too bizarre, and the finger sandwiches as something he wasn't quite sure he wanted to play with. That left the energy drink and cheese burgers.]
I've always enjoyed energy drinks, and with actual wings perhaps it will truly be uplifting.
[A. HACKER VOICE: I'M IN]
[Komaeda stands alone in a flickering street. It's broken and the sky is dark. The tall buildings on either side are crumbled and cars are abandoned or turned over. If one were to give the scene a name, of a chaos and destruction, one might call it Armageddon. There is blood spilled and obvious dead. Children with strange bear masks can be seen in the distance along with robotic bears half white and half black.
It was a hellscape.
But every time it flickered, a peaceful island could be seen. A breeze just felt, a soothing ocean tide. It came and went like static, like a corrupted file.]
Ah... I really hate this....
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[Open to anything.]
junko voice: i'm in
We-- we have to go, we have to run-!
[She lunges forward and makes a grab for Nagito's hand, her palm sweaty against his.]
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Hey.
[Qrow immediately puts his hands on her shoulders, bending so he's eye-to-eye with her.]
Kaede. It isn't real. You're here with me, Kaede. You aren't there.
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2A; is the blood pink this is important
wow how dare u it's blood-colored obviously
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ii | misplaced simulation
iii | wildcard
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(No offense meant to Soleil, though. It's just personal Dwyer opinion.)
But hey, look at this nerd who is also casually people watching. She catches his eye right when she's looking around his general direction nearby, so he just sort of. Waves from his spot on the wall, like a nerd. Hi, friend.]
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time for poor attempts at dancing
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guido mista | ota
ii. the call came in ( zarves attacks! )
iii. the followers of chaos ( t-2 weeks )
iv. out of control ( wildcard )
i. dance floor
I-I've really only been practicing for a short while and otherwise it's mostly battle training?
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joins the ii. train (un: aragaki)
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[Desert Preparations]
[Wildcard!]
Desert prep A
Of course, now he has to navigate what to do when the book you need is under a sleeping friend.]
Uh...Akechi? Akechi, wake up.
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[Messing With the Music]
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sup fam
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desert prep c
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prep b!
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[Futayo is not musically inclined. Or even party inclined in general.
She’s turned up in her normal clothes, her captain’s uniform if anyone dares to ask. The spear is absent but the red sword and sheath is still hung at her waist. The only difference is she’s tightened the front and made the sides overlap.
It makes it harder to move her legs, but that’s fine because she’s not even attempting to dance. She’s gone straight to the food the moment she notices it. Those burgers and sandwiches are the main target. She just grabs a tray of each and moves away from the table to munch on her bounty. And glow?
She stops eating to stare at her arm as it starts to glow and change colours. Then there’s a blink and she waves it… Yep. It’s certainly glowing. Silently she goes back eating her sandwiched, and watching the lines that appear when she moves.
But eventually her food stash has to run out. Instead of replacing it, she’s still just watching the lines that form when she moves her hands. She’s not artistic enough to make use of it though. So she just waves and hand to make big blocks of colour near people. What happens when they go through?]
Lights out
[There’s an instant change the moment message comes through. The normal almost blank look on her face changes to something almost angry and her hand is brought to rest on her sword. It’s not drawn yet, but she’s ready.
Anyone nearby is getting a curt nod.]
What do they mean by game?
Wildcard / Mission prep
[She’s still serious and takes the Director’s message to heart. She’s picking up her desert gear and topping up a her travel rations in not-costco. The rest of her time is in the arena or dojo to train. She’s making sure to look after her weapons in between and even makes a point of wearing the desert while practicing.]
The banquet is the star of this party
Is this a spell?
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the banquet!!
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[Bakugo... hates dances.
He wasn't planning on going-- in fact, he was planning on staying in his dorm and going to bed but then he happened to run into that damn Big Mouth (Ryuji) who ended up dragging him along... despite his kicking and screaming and very loud death threats.
So somehow he's wound up here, dressed in the school uniform because he hadn't had a chance to change out of it first not that he really had anything else formal to wear, anyway. But if you expected Bakugo to go out and talk to people you are. So. So sadly mistaken. He stands near the wall next to the door for most of the dance, looking like he's ready to book it if anyone comes near him but a little way into the party something catches his eye. Something.. in the distance... something he'd been fucking looking for since he got here two weeks ago.
A drum.
It's a taiko drum, so not exactly what he's used to but if he's going to learn how to use his stupid music skills that can knock people out in seconds, then he'll need to get used to playing drums more often. So quietly... quietly he sneaks around the people, weaving between them without caring if they try to get his attention or not until he reaches one of the drums. The song playing right now luckily is a dance song with a nice beat, and Bakugo has no concept of stage fright so after a few seconds of listening to get a good feel for it, he picks up the drum sticks and starts drumming along.
He's.. really good.... he didn't take drum lessons as a kid and play in a band for nothing, though he does throw in a lot of weird improvisations as he feels like it that might throw some dancing people off. He doesn't care, though. Because as good as it is for practicing it's also, admittedly, stress relieving as hell.
Oh, and he's got Bardic Inspiration. So you might feel particularly excited listening to him drum along with the beat.]
ii.
[Well. The party ended on a rather... awkward note. Yeah, awkward is a good term for it. The lights going out, someone coming in and saying something about someone being "had". It has Bakugo immediately on guard, already familiar with situations familiar to this one and as they're all instructed to go back to their apartments.. he couldn't sleep that night. Not very well, anyway.
He woke up rather late the next day, to the sound of a message being given to him on his bracer and when he reads it over, a grin spreads across his face. Finally, some fucking action! And it's in a desert.. though, he doesn't have his Quirk anymore, he's momentarily forgotten about it in his excitement about being in terrain advantageous to him. He doesn't bother with getting anything tailored for him, as he already has his Hero Costume designed to keep heat in. Anything that would keep it out would just hinder him, since his Quirk is so based around his sweat and he leaves his apartment that day feeling excited and ready to kick ass. Two weeks. He has two weeks to get his new weapon from Qrow, and to learn how to properly fight with it.
All day, Bakugo can be found at the Dojo, swinging around a Bo-staff. Whether Qrow is there to instruct him or not, he swings at a robot set on easy and knocks it's head clean off with his precision. He's been training for a few days already with the staff, so he's got a good grasp on how to use it being someone with years of combat expertise under his belt. There's also the fact that he's just. Naturally good at everything handed to him after being given some time to practice, though he doesn't dare try any levels higher than this just yet.
However, the moment he sees someone enter the room he turns his attention to them immediately, pointing his staff in their direction as he speaks.]
You. C'mere. Lemme try something out on ya'.
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Any chance you'll tell me before you do whatever it is?
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[ Minato is attending the party wearing an outfit that Goro Akechi picked for him. His face was a bit plain though so Goro has him wearing some glasses to bring Minato up to the next level. ]
1A
[ His big task for the night is playing the violin in duets with Kaede Akamatsu. She strong armed him into practicing together to perform for this party. Minato takes fairly frequent breaks to let Kaede's superior piano playing engulf the room.
He learned a few solo violin pieces as well, all classical stuff, which he plays when Kaede wants a break and nobody has put on anything from the Artificer's collection. He's nowhere near as amazing as Johann -- can any violinist ever be? -- but it shows off the effort he's been putting in.
He's available for chats during breaks or heckling at any time. He's been taking Ms. Charlotte's dance classes too, so he's ready to partner up with anyone that asks. ]
1B
[ Minato is a teenage boy and that's his excuse for needing food like a fish needs water. It would take too much effort to avoid the Bendered food so he's resigned himself to whatever magical effects take over. It's probably a good thing they don't stack because he would be a mess! After a delicious cupcake he can be seen flipping nonchalantly through rave streaks and wings on his back as he sips an energy drink while eating finger sandwiches. Then it's onto the burgers, something safe, before curiosity wins out: What the heck do those JPG nachos taste like? Only one way to find out. Chomp! He thoughtfully chews the artifacted snack. ]
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[ He never used the dojo simulation room so everyone's safe from his particular disasters bursting out onto the moon. At least he's been here long enough to know that this is weird.
He is going back to exclusively soup again though. It's easier than keeping track of what is and isn't safe. If you're the kind of person to pay attention to and worry about his eating habits then maybe you should intercept him in the cafeteria. ]
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[ This poor kid spent most of his money on that fancy suit and the violin for the party, so even among the heavily discounted desert fashion he's searching for the cheapest and lowest quality stuff. He hasn't been on a mission yet so he's not sure how much to invest in clothes vs extra rations. Sun poisoning or starving, which should he care more about?
Maybe he bumps into you after leaving behind yet another outfit that's out of his price range. In which case he better apologize. ]
Ah, sorry.
you know what i'm here for
When he plays on his own, Kaede sits and rests her chin in her hands and elbows on the music deck, watching his performance with a genuine smile. She's proud of him; he'd seemed shy at the idea of performing in front of everyone, and now here he is!
As soon as he finishes the solo he's playing, Kaede claps enthusiastically for him, sitting up and waving a hand to catch his attention.]
Arisato-kun!! That was really good! You've improved so much!!
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b. because i forgot to add it to my other toplevel whoops
c. wildcard
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[He can't miss Lion's paralysis. Still, it's nice. He wanders past them idly, stopping by the roses. After a moment, he crouches down, cradling a bloom between his fingers.]
Nice garden.
[Thus kindly I scatter.]
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[Wash is having a good time, for the first time in what feels like forever but is really just weeks. He's dressed formally - gray vest and slacks and a light blue dress shirt - and generally mingling, beer in hand and good-natured buzz going. He'll stop to drop in on a conversation, or take up space next to a wallflower and try to engage them in the party. He may or may not be glowing yellow, because those finger sandwiches looked too good to resist, and he can be seen experimenting with light and motion as only those with the ability to dance like complete morons can.]
[Seriously, he can't dance. Please stop him.]
[If you catch him later on in the night, he'll likely have someone else's vest draped over his arm. Have fun with that.]
2. Seven Goddamn Sequels
[There's something terribly sobering about a party going dead dark at all, let alone that abruptly. It's not until the lights come back on and the message flashes across the bracers that Wash really reacts.]
Nope!
[He's seen this horror movie and he wants absolutely none of it.]
3. Is This My Home
[It's an innocuous enough hallway - that is, until you turn the corner and see Wash, standing stock-still in the middle of a scene that really shouldn't be there. There are verdant fields, looking like they drop off in cliffs at the edge of an ocean. There are two large, fairly nondescript buildings in the near distance, and between them what looks like the remains of a burnt-out water park.]
[And streaked throughout is scenery Wash doesn't recognize.]
What the hell?
[Is this your simulation mixed with his? Because this is weirder than even he could have imagined, and he doesn't particularly like it.]
4. Rumor Has It
[Carey's arrival is an abrupt end to the party - even more so than Miss Zarves' quasi-arrival had been - and there will be consequences, Wash is sure of it. There's no way the Bureau at large is going to leave one of their own hanging like that, especially when the other one is in someone's presumably less than hospitable custody.]
[As they're being herded back to their rooms, Wash falls in step with the nearest person.]
Who's Killian?
5. Let's Get Down To Business
[Once the message broadcasts across the bracers, Wash is all business. He can be found at the tailors, looking for a cloak to go over his armor (which is already sealed and temperature regulated and therefore perfect for desert fare); taking his life in his hands by attempting to haggle with Garfield for a more affordable price on a portable power source; busting his ass in the dojo training with his new sword; and even shelving his mild friendly-ish rivalry with Qrow to help out in Qrow's combat classes, teaching his fellow students what he knows about desert survival and helping them improve their hand-to-hand combat.]
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[Kliff doesn't like this one bit]
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