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balance_logs2019-01-15 03:37 pm
balancemod) wrote in balance_logs2019-01-15 03:37 pm
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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[It is one of Qrow's rare curses around the children as he drops from a tree branch to solid ground, with not even the dignity of grass to comfort him.]
What the Hell?
[Oh, shit. Erika's still here.]
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She's not sure why she's in a booth, but she did hear a shout, and her heart leaps groggily, remembering an instant of panic before sickly light growing into the floor and ceiling and the whole building crumpling like a burst cocoon.
Seconds pass. Nothing breaks. It sounds like some things have been overturned, but that's manageable.
Erika rolls out of her chair and treks across the room, footfalls heavier than usual. She stands on toes and peers over the divider into the upset booth.]
...What are you doing? [how did this happen, what did you break]
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[This is an unfair question from someone who has scrambled himself up from being flopped on the ground with less grace than he tends to display in combat, which is about as much grace as he tends to display out of it.]
I was sitting in a tree, and now I'm not.
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Her head turns steadily towards the missing wall, and the grass and sunlight beyond the crumbling edges of concrete. Gears whirr in her head
She remembers grass...and the grass abruptly becoming a familiar chair. Okay. Right. Things changed. But why. Something about...something. Simulations on the fritz...ghost. Right.
An open bag of chips teeters limply on the edge of a shelf and overturns itself onto Qrow, finally surrendering to the disturbance.
Erika falls back to her heels, vanishing behind the divider again, then opens the booth door with a gracious, if still faintly dazed, air.]
Want to investigate the simulation leaks with me?
[are we just going to - yeah okay apparently not.
(short but gross sniffing noise)]
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I kinda get the feeling I should be ushering you back to your dorm room.
[You still appear to have a huge cold, Erika.]
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[Half the fucking building is just plain missing. You can see the torn-off ends of pipes and beams sticking out where the wall ends...]
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If you want me to step outside the jagged line for the rest of this conversation, I think I can manage it.
[He leans against the wall despite this, and inquires,]
What is "this establishment," anyway?
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That's what her total lack of fazedness seems to say, anyways.]
Internet cafe Hudie. One-hundred yen gets you half an hour with high-speed internet, state-of-the-art security, and full-service EDEN login. Since the cashier is missing, you can just give me the money.
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You're going to have to tell me what you mean by "security." And EDEN login, for that matter.
[Security is more confusing. Are people going to beat you up at a cafe?? To pay for her services, he digs into his pocket until he finds a Lien card and holds it out to her. It's plastic and has a magnetic strip on the back. It is, naturally, totally worthless here.]
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She takes the card and starts walking to the back with it, towards a door with a plaque reading "VIP" on it.]
Cybersecurity. You know, against hacking. As hackers ourselves, our defenses are practically airtight, so your passwords and account details are safe.
[Follow her to hear the rest of the explanation, because she's not standing around for it.]
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You didn't explain what EDEN is. Or why I'd want to log onto it, either.
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It's a massive virtual reality platform that can be accessed from anywhere with an internet connection. Not like the physical simulations here. "Direct neural interface". Your body stays still, but your mind drives an avatar through that world.