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Entry tags:
- 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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[Honestly, this isn't the first time Wash has dealt with being widely known outside of a military structure - first as a Freelancer, and then as a Hero of the Galaxy (for helping bring down what little was left of Freelancer at the time, go figure). The thing is, he's had to deal with press before; fans are an entirely different experience.]
[The first few get a smile, or polite non-answers to their questions; the problem is, it never stops with just the first few. By the time you see him, the fans have started asking questions about the specifics of Vista Virs and he is noticeably uncomfortable. After a moment, he makes eye contact with you and recognizes you - or at least your bracer - as a friend. Help him.]
2. And I'm So Damn Tired
[Of course Wash would spend time in the winding down room; he helped get the kotatsus in the first place (and is flat broke because of it, dammit), so it only makes sense for him to try out the room and see how they work.]
[Entirely too well, as it turns out; despite the mug of coffee he brought in with him, he's definitely asleep at one of the tables closest to the wall, in public, right in the middle of the day. Have fun with that.]
3. Cat? I'm A Kitty Cat!
[Wash hadn't been to New New Aspen yet, but he figures he should do at least some reconnaissance of the town where the Reclaimers had their first mission. Plus, it's nice to see mission results that don't end in pyrrhic victory.]
[He was not expecting was the giant cats.]
[He can be found with one of the cats, giving her the best chin scratches she's ever had in her life and grinning from ear to ear. The cat has her head pressed into his chest, one massive forepaw slung over his shoulder, and is purring for all she's worth.]
You are beautiful, you know that?
[He is just the picture of happiness right now.]
4. It's Times Like These
[Other than technological hiccups, it's life as normal around the base, and Wash can be found keeping up with his normal activities.]
[You may see him at the dojo, working over a punching bag or going at one of the dummies with his sword, training to improve his technique. He'll offer you a turn, or challenge you to a sparring match if you look like you're up for it.]
[He can also be found in the archive, nearly buried in books. He's decided that, if he's going to be here for the long haul, he needs to know as much about Faerun as he can, so he's embarking on one hell of a self-guided crash course. One day, he's got maps and books on geography; another, multiple volumes on the history of Faerun; another, literature on the planar system; still another, tomes and tomes of magical theory and how it affects magical practice. It's a lot, yes, but he's got a good memory and he is determined. That said, he wouldn't say no to a study buddy.]
[Or maybe you run into him at the cafeteria, eating Oreos, drinking coffee, and looking rather pleased with things. He hasn't had Oreos in forever and these are definitely hitting the spot.]
5. Hit Me With Your Best Shot (Wildcard)
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wildcard...!
technological wonders aside (he really kind of wants to poke around the wires that may be in the walls) everything is... just a lot nicer than what he'd been put up with for the past few hundred years. the domes. the greenery. the view outside. the people. if Elysium really was as real as the fairy tales say, maybe it would've looked something like this.
but enough internal pontification. Mik's been given his room assignment and he's here to party... well, no, but he does barge in none too subtly with his arms out like he's expecting a welcome wagon and then some, doing a sharp twirl in place then pointing straight at Wash, regardless of whatever he may have been doing before this clown arrived.]
Bunkmate! The name's Mikhail— just Mikhail. Call me Mik for short, if you want.
[his arm lowers, and he glances around the room with an approving nod.]
Sweet place. You did all the decor by yourself, or what?
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[He startles and nearly sends his screwdriver flying when someone bursts into the room like goddamn Kramer and points at him.]
[Oh. He's been assigned a roommate.]
[Great.]
Hi. I'm Wash.
[He follows Mikhail's - Mik's, evidently - gaze around the room. Most of the decor is the default; Wash really hasn't done any decorating himself, with the exception of hanging up a map of Faerun so he could get better at the local geography.]
No, it came like this.
You said you were my roommate?
[This guy burst in the room, did an honest to God twirl, and ended the sequence with a Michael Jackson pose. Wash is still trying to catch up.]
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he meanders across the room, carefully stepping around the pieces of Wash's armor that are on the floor, and comes to stop at the window. ahh... the moon. it's strange, how lively such a desolate land can be. the Base sure is something.]
Just to let you know in advance, I like to sleep commando.
[sorry, Wash]
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[And then Mik opens his mouth again and immediately reveals himself to be a Tucker.]
Try it and I'll throw you out.
[He is 100% deadpan and also 100% serious.]
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4 - archive!
So, needless to say, she's definitely lost.
It feels like forever in her unfocused little brain that she wanders through the rows of shelves before she finds another person. He looks very absorbed in what he's doing, but that doesn't stop her from beelining over to him with a relieved look on her face.] I found you!
[Not that she was looking for him specifically, but she just blurts it out.]
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Yep. Were you looking for me?
[Also, who are you?]
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[She casts a wide look around the shelves, a furrow in her brow showing some sheepishness.] I thought I'd try to find the poetry section, but I got lost, so I was hoping I'd see someone!
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2
Not wanting to bother him, Komaeda tried to slip in without disturbing him. The desire for comfort outweighed the desire to avoid people.
Sadly he accidentally kicked Wash misjudging where he was exactly.]
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[Um.]
...hi.
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Ah... I'm sorry.... I didn't mean to disturb you....
[That sounded like a lie, it would seem like he was purposefully trying to be a bother, wouldn't it?]
I mean it. Maybe I should just... come back later.
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4
Eventually he stops to take a breath.]
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[Admittedly, Wash isn't the greatest with spears either, but he's had at least some polearm training, and that's better than nothing.]
Have you ever worked with one of those before?
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[Futayo gave him some advice but he's still mostly working off instinct.]
I need range.
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4
When Wash shows up to start his own training, she offers him a polite nod in greeting, falling back a few steps from her own dummy to catch her breath.]
Not in your way, am I?
[There's plenty of room, but it never hurts to check. She doesn't know what a typical training session for him might look like.]
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[He doesn't know her schedule, true, but he knows that look. The fatigue is as much mental as it is physical, when working towards something gets supplanted by running from something; if you just work harder, maybe you'll finally escape, right?]
[He's worn that look more than once himself - after a certain point in Freelancer, everyone had been wearing it. It's not a good look, especially so soon after Vista Virs.]
No, but I could use a sparring partner if you're up for it.
[He doesn't know her style or her routine; he does know she's already winded and he's fresh, and that level of exhaustion should make her an easier opponent. Maybe he'll be able to convince her to rest if he floors her a few times first.]
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I think you missed a book or two, there's still some left on the shelves.
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That's what a second trip is for.
[Or a fourth, at this point, but he doesn't need to tell Sans that.]
Do you know anything about magic?
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3 Kenpachi's here to ruin Wash's day again
Skulking around about because well, the cats don't seem to care for him. This is why when he spots Wash, he drops down onto the ground, eliciting a hiss from the cat. It's not bolted yet, since Wash was giving her such lovely attention. But she's clearly ready to bolt.[
Hey. Ask that cat where their boss is.
[This coming from a man who absolutely should still be in the infirmary rather than a man who's clearly just climbed down a huge tree, based on the amount of pine detritus on his person.]
dammit Kenpachi why must you ruin his kitty time
[And it's Kenpachi, here to ruin Wash's peace of mind with his bullshit hyperaggression.]
[Awesome. Wow.]
[Wash sighs, takes a moment to read the room - and more importantly, the cat - and resumes petting, albeit lightly and gently, as the cat is still displeased with the situation at hand and Wash doesn't want to get in her way. Honestly, Wash can't blame her. Instead, he talks to her, low and gentle but definitely audible: he's addressing the cat, but Kenpachi is obviously meant to hear.]
Hey, it's okay. Don't listen to the idiot who should be resting in the medical wing. This is none of his business.
because he's an agent of chaos.
[You don't have to be a medical professional to know that's not nearly enough time to recover from the injuries he sustained, But well, at least he rested at all?
In any case, the cats all know that this is a rowdy fight weirdo and they don't want any part of whatever his business might be.]
They ain't got any reason to be all agitated, I just wanna fight the boss cat.
[Yeah that's exactly why they're agitated.]
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4, dojo
Maybe this wasn't such a good place to train. But it was certainly a good way to quiet his thoughts, and try to sort through his... many worries. ]
Um... hello? [ He called out, entering the actual dojo proper. He was still wearing his damaged martial arts gi, but he didn't have much else to wear at the moment. ]
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[That certainly is a look.]
Hey. [And then, because he doesn't really know what else to say:] Welcome to the dojo.
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He'd never actually trained in a place like this. He'd never actually trained indoors, really. His powers didn't mix well with indoor spaces. ]
Hi, um. Thanks. [ He wsn't sure how to respond, scratching the back of his neck with a sheepish smile. ] I'm uh. New here. My name's Gohan.
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