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- blazblue: hibiki kohaku,
- danganronpa: gundam tanaka,
- danganronpa: komaeda nagito,
- doki doki literature club: sayori,
- kingdom hearts: roxas,
- legend of zelda: zelda,
- original: ferran gallagher,
- overwatch: jesse mccree,
- persona: goro akechi,
- persona: minato arisato,
- red vs blue: agent washington,
- rwby: blake belladonna,
- rwby: qrow branwen,
- undertale: sans
Lunar Interlude 3
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![]() ![]() 1. NEW RECLAIMERSA. WELCOME WAGON For the 14 of you who will be arriving today, the story is the same: though you may not remember it, there was a moment where you were living out your life, at home or wherever you were ... and then there was the moment the Hunger came. And amid the television static that is your memory of that moment, a hand reached out to you, beckoning your escape as the tendrils of darkness destroyed everything that ever existed about your world. "Would you hurry this up, please? Your world no longer stands a chance. Come with me, we are the last bastions of hope for all universes everywhere. And we're going to need you." And then, unceremoniously, you are dragged through the universal wringer and plopped down on the soft, though not quite cushioned, grass of the Moon Base Quad. You're not alone, either. Along with the newest members of the Bureau, in a fashion probably not unlike this, there are people waiting here for you. People who wanted to see the heroes the Director has managed to bring in this time. People who are excited to see what you're capable of. You have a few minutes to talk with each other — or maybe lob a few questions at the impromptu welcoming committee, or any of the older Reclaimers who may happen to be nearby. But before long, you're whisked away to a different area of the Moon Base. B. THE VOIDFISH ![]() And in a few moments, you're about to find that out for yourself. After a tightly packed elevator ride, your group is ushered out to a rather grand looking hall, banners of the Bureau of Balance adorn both sides of smooth metal walls. And inside the Voidfish's chamber stands a tank — impossibly tall, and soaked in a black ink that obscures whatever the tank may be holding. You may notice a melody, someone playing the violin. It's a bard, on his third round of introducing Reclaimers to the Voidfish. When he's finished, he pulls out a few pieces of paper — sheet music — opens a drawer at the bottom of the tank, drops the papers in, and shuts it. And suddenly, it seems you've forgotten everything that may have been ironic about that melody. If you seem alarmed, the bard takes notice of it. "Yeah, man, like... don't think too hard about it, it's like that every time. I'm guessing you're here to be inoculated? Just a heads up, you might want to, like, seriously, hold your nose while you drink it down. It tastes wicked gross, man." You sort of get the sense that he's said this speech once or twice in the past. It's well rehearsed, much like the stories you'd expect a bard to be able to recite. "Anyway, I'm supposed to tell you that you have a choice. If you drink the black stuff, you'll be able to hear through the, uh... Huh, how do I describe it? Through the [TSHCSCHTSHCHSC] sound. You guys like, hear that? Anyway, it's all about knowledge or something. I don't know, I'm just here to, like, feed the thing. We call it the [TSCHHSCHSCH], by the way. So, like. You get a choice. You can drink it and understand stuff, or not drink it and then hear that crackling noise all day every day. If I were you, I'd drink it. But, hey man, I'm not like, your dad or anything." The bard takes five cups and draws liquid from a spigot connected directly to the basin of the large tank. Stormy, muddy looking ichor is drawn into them, one by one. He offers each of you a sip. Drink it (he wasn't kidding about what it tasted like), and you're inoculated to the wisdom of the Voidfish. You try to remember the song this bard played a few moments ago and the melody, the meter, every octave, all come back to you. And if you think back to your arrival, some of the things you may have heard other people in the Quad say, that simply sounded like static, are suddenly clear. Bureau of Balance. Grand Relic. Reclaimers. Yet you still can't remember the Hunger or what it had done to your world. And as you look back to the tank in front of you, the water has become clear. There's a jellyfish, as tall as a building, floating within. You look into the body of the creature and you can almost make out a beautiful, tiny universe floating within it. 2. THE TEST OF INITIATION![]() With your new knowledge on the Bureau of Balance and your purpose here in tow, you are led without hesitation to the Arena, where the final phase of your initiation into the Bureau will be held. You are partnered up, whether it is with someone you drank the ichor of the Voidfish with, or perhaps even a veteran Reclaimer, who either stopped by to help, or simply out of curiosity. After the proctor confiscates your weapons for the test, the room you are placed in is stark white — it sort of gives off the vibe that it was supposed to do something other than look so sterile once upon a time, but for whatever reason, that function is lost. With a sound similar to an airlock, the door is shut behind you, and the outline disappears, the lines of the door frame magically filled in with the rest of the wall. Your task here is to escape. You are provided with the following tools: ○ A small flatware set from the café. Two forks, two spoons, two butter knives Seriously, don't use the crowbar — the purpose of this test is to assess your ability to find a solution outside of the most obvious one. The purpose of this test is to determine if you are capable of resisting the call of a Grand Relic. Use your wits. Use the path actions granted to you when you arrived. Use any ideas your partner has. But do not use the crowbar. 3. NEWBIES AND VETERANS, AROUND THE MOONBASEA. I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN The Reclaimers were already sort of elevated to a certain level in the Bureau, as The Director's chosen few, the ones who were ultimately tasked with saving everyone, and the ones the rest of the Moon base is charged with assisting. And now that the Reclaimers have successfully brought home two Grand Relics, they're ... starting to become something of household names. Moon Base names? The next time you wander into town — an old Reclaimer veteran or a brand new face — you may very well be accosted by a well-meaning, if curious admirer. And they have questions: Did you get to hold the Grand Relic? Is it true that you took out a sandworm by tricking it into tying itself in a knot? Can they see your weapon? Would you spar with them sometime? Maybe they're not quite this annoying. But still annoying. You may need the assistance of another Reclaimer to escape from this wholesome new Adoring Fan of yours. B. MALFUNCTION Resting on the Moon Base is your time to catch up. Maybe there's someone you didn't spend a lot of time with in the Netheril. Maybe you're new, and you're still working on meeting as many of your fellow Reclaimers as possible. Which is fair. These are the people you will have to cooperate with for the foreseeable future, so it's best that you get to know them as well as possible, right? And then, one day, your Bracer buzzes with a message: Hello! Not all that curiously, the message appears to come from a username that you recognize. Whoever it is, it's another Reclaimer — one that you know well. Much more curiously, the message is followed by an odd beeping, and a perhaps familiar two-toned sound of something shutting down. And when you try to message your friend back, you may find that: For the next 24 hours, your bracer's translator feature is broken. You will not be able to understand Common — and when you speak, you won't be translated into Common. Have fun with that! And yeah, that probably wasn't actually your friend messaging you. Add another mystery to your list of weird phenomena that needs addressing. C. POWERING DOWN This is meant to be a few weeks of rest while the rest of the Bureau prepares for your next mission. The Director, however, believes that this free time should be used to better oneself however they might see fit, and she certainly won't stop anybody who'd like to spend time in the areas they've visited previously — and any new Reclaimers who would like to learn a little more about Faerun. Grab a pal and try these options, both on the Moon Base and beyond, on for size: ![]() ○ Stop Dying 101: Also known as Fatalistic Fauna, and Danger Sense to channel your inner barbarian. This is a class that was introduced after the first field mission that offers instruction on basic survival strategies when up against the more inhospitable areas of Faerun. The class is open to everyone, but if you have died at least once during the course of Balance, attendance is mandatory (Unless you're an old bird who was talked into teaching a class instead). Yes, that means you, Komaeda! D. THE MOON IS YOUR SPACE OYSTER (WILDCARD) There are plenty of other locations around the Moon Base that you can explore at your own discretion. Feel free to refer to the Settings page for more ideas on what shenanigans you can get into. Additionally, we'll be fielding Bender rolls again this month! If a food item was destroyed in a failed roll previously, you may roll to try to fix it. Bear in mind, of course, that you may make it worse. Successful food rolls will stay in place at this time, and can be utilized how you like. Keep in mind that only one magical effect can be in place at a time. blurb code by photosynthesis |
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[Ferran goes through the entirety of the initiation rigamarole with a dull stare on his face, quietly following instructions without much more than a squint or two. Whatever's going on, his heart clearly isn't in it, but it's not like he has any reason to argue... or any energy.
Whether it means people leave him alone or question his lack of questions, his mood isn't going to change just yet. Normally he'd at least be putting some effort into looking like he's fine or something close to it, but the past couple of days have been... a lot.
At the very least, he needs a good eight hours of unconsciousness a few times over. Whether that ends up being in his actual room, on the grass of the quad later, or half tucked under a kotatsu, he's not going to complain how it comes. Someone else might, though.]
b: Must... know... things
[Maybe it's not just because the day before he arrived was a lot. Maybe it's also because he ends up shoving himself into every possible semi-useful distraction he can manage.
As stupid as it feels to just... go to school, that's nonetheless what he's doing, but that only takes up a small part of the day—he spends most of his off hours doing one of two things. Either he's got his nose in one of a couple dozen books, wanting to catch up on what the hell's going on in this world, which can happen in the library, the cafe, or the winding down room... or practicing his magic in the dojo, the arena, or the quad. He is... still getting used to that ice spell, so hopefully he doesn't shoot a random frost spray at someone's foot or something. But hey, he's still pretty good at making copies of things, if you want a backup of your favorite jacket.
Despite keeping himself busy with the above, he is paying some attention to what's happened shortly before his arrival, so even if he's a little weirded out by the
furriesfox-people, he's interested in hearing their side of the story. And what better way to get acquainted with a new world than to learn one of their languages? His pronunciation is probably horrible, but he's trying.]Closed to Hibiki: Initiation
As it is, they're still stuck.]
I expected the end of the world to be more serious.
[He is so tired but he can at least manage something resembling humor. ... literally, he hasn't slept in a couple of days, god help them.]
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At least the wooden toy sword looks normal, even if it's just as useless at first glance. Then, he rolls his eyes at the "DO NOT USE CROWBAR" note. ]
It's natural that they want to test us, I suppose. But this...
[ Maybe it's better if he doesn't share his opinion for once. The disapproval is written all over his face anyway. ]
This chemistry set seems to be the only useful thing in our possession.
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Do you think it might have something strong enough to get through whatever the walls are?
[A thought occurs to him.]
There has to be something that'll help, right? If they actually want us to get out.
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[ He's skilled at cooking, but cooking up a bomb or an acid is a bit different. ]
My bets are on the set. Unless eating the spaghetti will make us go through walls.
[ He means that ironically, but on the other hand... ]
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[It's been a process getting used to not having her around. So you really can't blame him for being a little surprised at the fact that suddenly there's just some fucking. Guy. Napping in the bed Venus used to sleep in.]
[Rude???]
Uhhh, [he says, a drawn-out unimpressed monotone. Halfway through it he realizes he actually recognizes this dude, that he was at the initiation ceremony and he made the traditional grossed-out face at the Voidfish ichor, but by then it's too late. He's almost definitely woken Ferran up with his dumb noises. Whoops.]
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As on edge as Ferran is, he's easily brought out of his sleep. While he doesn't exactly jolt straight up, there is nonetheless some amount of alarm in his posture when his head lifts from the pillow and he sits up.]
Uh. [It's about as eloquent a response as he can come up with, as frazzled and drowsy as he is.] Hi.
[Yeah, great. That solves everything. Ferran rubs a hand over his eyes to try to wake himself up, even if it's not the most effective thing.]
Sorry, did you— [He cuts himself off before his tone gets too impatient, now that his brain and manners are catching up with him. He saw that the other bed and the room in general seemed decently lived-in, and hopefully the person who's just barged into the bedroom is actually supposed to be here.
He takes a breath and tries again.]
I'm guessing I'm your roommate? My name's Ferran.
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[On the plus side, Mista considers as he unfolds his arms and relaxes his stance, the first time he meet Venus they were stuck in the room together until they made each other laugh, so this is actually genuinely going great, no sarcasm necessary. Still, could be better. His people skills are always gonna need some polish.]
Ferran. Hey.
[And, considering that it's better to breeze through the awkwardness and pretend it never happened, he lopes across the room and flops down on his bed, regarding Ferran curiously.]
What's up. I'm Mista. Guido Mista. I sleep here, so thanks for not falling into my bed. My last roommate was a chick with like a million eyes, so I'm excited to see how many eyes you have.
End of the world got you tuckered out? [Ferran presumably now regrets. Everything?]
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Just the two... so far.
[So far. What's that supposed to mean, Ferran? Ugh, now he's thinking about spells backfiring and turning him into some kind of eldritch horror, great. Although he winces a bit at the reminder, he does his best to take it in stride—they've all gone through the same thing, so it's probably just... what they're used to. Who knows how much Mista's considered it already.]
I hadn't slept much a couple days before coming here, as far as I remember. So it's... a lot.
[He'd already had a lot to unpack even before the world ended.]
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But not so much lately. He's been hit upside the head with a bit of a cold, and a congested mess is what greets Ferran from his nearly passed out position on his back. Ryuji's blocking out the source of light and casting shade down on him.
His voice is rough and harsher than usual.]
Oye, if you're gonna lay around doin' nothin' at least have the common decency to be useless in your own bed.
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Unfortunately, that means the reprimand doesn't quite get the result Ryuji may have wanted. Ferran rolls over onto his front without even opening his eyes, his tired brain tossing out the first thing it comes up with.]
...t's a free country.
[Give him a second, it'll catch up to him.]
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Like hell it is, dude, I'm the dictator around these parts.
[He's really not.
If that wasn't over abundantly obvious from literally everything happening around here.]
You just landed your ass in RPG medieval hell, by the way. I don't think voting really exists yet 'round here.
[God, the grass does look so tempting and inviting. Maybe he should have a sit. Spread the germs, all that jazz.
Who would've thought that the final grand relic was the Quad's lush scenery.]
C'mon, you're makin' me feel like shit, just seein' you down there.
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As slow as the process is, words gradually start to mean something and connect to some really, really unfortunate things that happen to be true of reality as he knows it. It comes with the same sensation one might have after dreaming of going through a morning routine, only to realize they are in fact still in bed and probably a good 20 minutes late. Except the thing Ferran feels late for is basically his own murder.
That is to say, he sucks in a sharp breath and pushes himself up on his elbows in a panic. After a second of tense staring into the distance, he glances at his surroundings and Ryuji, then pushes himself into a sitting position as he rubs his face with both hands.]
... sorry. [He takes a shaky breath, keeping his hands where they are. His response is still sluggish, but at least he's aware of what's going on now.] I guess I should be doing... something.
[If his world was destroyed a week earlier, he might have managed a quip in response to Ryuji's sarcasm. He'll get there eventually, but not yet.]
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b!
When she arrives, she sees that she's not the only one who had thought to come and talk to them, although she doesn't recognize the young man currently conversing (or trying to) with one of Saru's crew. She smiles faintly to herself; he has to be a new Reclaimer, and the fact that he already seems to be throwing himself into trying to learn something about life here on the base makes an excellent first impression.
She exchanges pleasantries with one of the kitsune that she's familiar with from her time with them on the surface, just in time to overhear the young man Ferran is speaking with instruct him to "keep practicing" before he steps away to take care of something. Seeing an openly, Blake clears her throat softly as she approaches, making her presence known.]
Sorry to interrupt— you're new, aren't you? It's nice to see someone trying to learn something about the kitsune's culture.
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After giving the kitsune a nod and watching him leave, he turns to the sound of another voice with a neutral expression, though not without curiosity. He manages a brief smile at the compliment, at least.]
Yeah. I might as well jump in if I'm going to get used to being here...
[Free time?? He definitely doesn't need any of that. That's just called the time he isn't conscious. He rubs at his arms, shrugging.]
Plus, with what I've heard about what happened... I'm glad they're able to share it.
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[She clearly approves; it's nice to see someone being proactive so shortly after their arrival. It's what she'd done, as well, burying herself in learning as much about this place as possible to ease some of the shock and grief of what she'd just lost.
Coming to this place was so much harder than just finding yourself somewhere unfamiliar, after all.]
I'm glad, too... the kitsune and needlers are both good people.
[Her face falls, just slightly.]
I wish we could have done more for them.
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Her reaction to the events on the surface draws a bit of sympathy out of him. It must have been rough, but "you did everything you could" isn't exactly comforting when lives are on the line. He knows that from personal experience. Instead, he offers:]
I'm sure things would have been a lot worse without you guys.
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wrapping it up!
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Hey.
[Here's that nudge awake you definitely wanted.]
You dead?
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After a few more seconds, he lays an arm over his eyes, and the question finally registers enough for him to give a proper reply.]
Unfortunately... no.
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You're gonna have to get up eventually. Someone'll trip over you.
[Possibly he was almost that someone.]
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[For a few seconds, it seems like he's going to leave it at that and stay right where he is. Before 76 can say anything more, though, the teenager does actually sit up with some effort, rubbing his face.
He'll have to find a better spot that's out of the way later...]
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Gwah! [It's only thanks to Shouyou's quick reflexes that he jumps out of the way in time, his volleyball rolling off to the side forlornly.] Whatever you're mad at me for, I didn't do it!
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Ferran is immediately apologetic, dropping his hands from the spellcasting gestures into an open-palmed one of appeasement.]
Sorry! I'm still getting used to this magic—I didn't hit you, did I?
[Shouyou doesn't look like any ice hit him, but for all Ferran knows that doesn't mean anything.]
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Noooooo, I think we're good! [Just as he's about to send Ferran a quick thumbs up, he freezes.] Oh no! My volleyball!
[With a concern that's probably way too much for a piece of sports equipment, Shouyou snatches the ball up and turns it over in his hand anxiously.]
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Uh, is it... [He feels weird asking this, but it clearly seems this thing means a lot to the guy, for whatever reason.] ... okay?